rainbow after the storm

Accidentally killing her parents is what turned Neah’s life upside down. As punishment for her crimes, her wolf abilities are bound, and she is forced into a life of slavery by her brother. At the age of twenty-two, she saw no way of getting out and had given up on life, just trying to make it through each day. A contract between packs brings the arrival of the powerful, crimson-eyed Alpha Dane. A wolf that men feared, yet Neah couldn’t help but be fascinated by him. Adding Neah to the contract was never Alpha Dane's plan. Something about her strange scent lured him in, and he knew he couldn’t leave her behind, especially not when he heard the lies coming from her brother's mouth. But meeting Neah was just the beginning. If she isn’t challenging Alpha Dane, then it was her old pack that was trying to make life extremely difficult for him by keeping secrets buried. Please note, this book ends on a cliffhang

On the day I was kidnapped, my husband was looking after his sick sweetheart. I called him, asking him for help. Yet, he merely replied coldly, "Danica, you are a bad liar." After that, he heartlessly hung up the phone call on me, causing me to get brutally murdered by the kidnappers. I failed to show up as scheduled on the day we agreed to finalize our divorce. He called me in exasperation, only for the phone call to be answered by the police. "Mr. Ferguson, are you a family member of the deceased Danica Reed?"

My wife went abroad for a six-month training course and unexpectedly secured a major deal.  Thanks to this contract, she was promoted to director against all odds. When I saw the news of her return in the work group chat, I immediately ordered flowers to pick her up at the airport. However, her belly, which would have been eight months pregnant, showed no signs of it. She had aborted our child, turning me into a laughingstock among colleagues. Just as I tried to swallow my anger, she told me she was pregnant with someone else’s child. She demanded that I step aside and make way for her.

Aurora St. Claire expected the worst when she was forced to move across country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to leave her shattered home the moment she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the god-like Maddox twins. Aurora doesn't understand the deep attraction she holds for the twin's, and ignores them at every turn. Thrown into a world she knows nothing about, Aurora's demons come back to haunt her, making her question who or what she truly is. Will Aurora run from the secrets of the past? Or will she accept her role and take control of her destiny.

(Alternate Title: The Glorious LifeMain Characters: Philip Clarke, Wynn Johnston) “Oh no! If I don’t work harder, I’d have to return to the family house and inherit that monstrous family fortune.” As the heir to an elite wealthy family, Philip Clarke was troubled by this…

*The sequel to this book will be here from now on----------Daughters of the Moon Goddess-----------All the chapters you purchased here will remain here. * Kas Latmus isn't even an omega with the Silver Moon pack. She's a slave. Her Alpha has abused her for years. On her seventeenth birthday, her wolf wakes up and insists the Moon Goddess is her mother. Kas knows it can't be true but she is too weak to argue until she starts to go through an unusual transformation and display abilities that are not normal for a werewolf. Just as Kas is ready to give up on life, the ruthless Bronx Mason, an Alpha werewolf with a reputation for killing weak wolves shows up and claims her as his mate. Will Kas be able to overcome years of abuse and learn to love the menacing Alpha that is her mate or is she too far gone to be able to accept him and become the Luna her wolf believes she should be?

One impulsive night, one electric connection, and one decision that alters everything. When Amalia Suarez, isang masipag ngunit ang buhay ay nasa sa ilalim ng kontrol ng kanyang madrasta matapos pumanaw ang kanyang ama. She seeks escape from the pressures of her life, she finds herself swept into the arms of a mysterious stranger. Their chemistry is undeniable, and the night they share is unforgettable. But what was meant to be a fleeting moment of passion spirals into something life-altering when she discovers the consequences of their night. The stranger isn’t just anyone; he's a son of a billionaire at ang malala isang siyang spoiled at rebelde. Lahat ng inakala niyang magagandang katangian nito ay naglaho ng parang bula. Dylan, the one she one night stand with sees her as a threat to him and to his father. Especially when he felt that she could become his stepmother or was he just in denial because she was closer to his father? As their worlds collide in ways neither could have anticipated, Amalia grapples with a secret that could change everything—she’s pregnant. Naging komplikado ang lahat. It hurt even more when she found out that the man she once loved was already tied to another woman. It's something rich people do—arranged marriages. And when she learned the truth, she felt betrayed. Now, she feels lost, as if everyone has turned against her. Her life is ruined, she's pregnant, and she's been betrayed. So, she left, unknowingly distancing herself from them, and decided to live on her own with her son. But when the time came, she decided to go back—not for him or for anyone, but for her son’s life. She wanted him to have a good life, and to do that, she had to go back.

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?

When the criminal tortured me to death, I was three-month pregnant. But my husband Mark - the city's most prominent detective - was at the hospital with his first love Emma, accompanying her for her medical checkup. Three days ago, he demanded me to donate my kidney to Emma. When I refused, telling him I was two months pregnant with our child, his eyes had turned cold. "Stop lying," he had snarled. "You're just being selfish, trying to let Emma die." He pulled over on the dark highway. "Get out," he ordered. "Walk home since you're so heartless. " I stood there in the darkness and was kidnapped by the vengeful criminal, whom Mark had once imprisoned. He cut out my tongue. With cruel satisfaction, he used my phone to call my husband. Mark's response was brief and cold: "Whatever it is, Emma's medical checkup is more important! She needs me right now." The criminal let out a dark chuckle. "Well, well... Seems like the great detective values his ex's life more than his current wife's." When Mark arrived at the crime scene hours later, he was horrified by the brutality inflicted on the corpse. He angrily condemned the murderer for treating a pregnant woman so cruelly But he didn't recognize that the mutilated body before him was his own wife - me.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.