Can You Explain The Plot Of The Giant Canada Goose, Revised Edition?

Nueva Winter is a regular teenage girl. After getting asked out on a date by the hottest guy in her school, she believes life is about to get as good as it gets. But the date turns disastrous when Nueva gets attacked and bitten by an enormous dog-like animal. If that wasn't bad enough, her date leaves her abruptly without explanation directly after the attack. This event throws Nueva into an unknown world of werewolves, Banshees, and strange magic when an old legend speaks of the powerful Ice wolf, a white beast dormant inside Nueva's human body. Alpha Gray of the White Creek pack is so confident that she is the key to breaking the Alpha's curse that's robbed him of a mate-bond that he kidnaps her and brings her to his pack. There she has to learn how to defend herself and unlock the potentials hidden within. All while trying to survive the growing number of Rogues attacking and attempting to take over the White Creek pack by eliminating anything standing in their way. But can the human girl with the Ice Wolf break the curse and restore the power and strength to this weakening pack? And, when the time comes, will Alpha Gray be willing to let her go after he develops strong feelings for her despite the missing mate-bond, knowing he will send her to certain death.

Two different worlds, two separate lives are fused together in this surreal tale of the supernatural. A world unknown to her and a world he runs from. An unending war between their worlds leads them down the same path with their destinies aligned. What will happen when the fate of their worlds hang in the balance and they have to make a choice? *** She had no idea how long she had been sleeping for but she woke up to the sound of someone sniffing. She was drowsy so she paid not much attention to it but then it continued, then she heard the voice again, “Lavender, you use lavender for your hair. How have I never sniffed your hair before?", the sniffing continued. The sound reverberated through the caves, whilst she felt the vibrations on his chest where she lay, but she did not need that to know whose voice it belonged to. It was deep but not hoarse, somehow it was powerful and soothing at the same time, it was the voice of a god, one that had spoken to her all of these months, one she had replayed over again in her head till it was ingrained in her memory. “Dragomir…”, she whispered in a teary voice, she proceeded to stand up but he held on to a part of her hair and was sniffing it. When he noticed her staring at him, he stopped and stared back at her as if she had just caught him trying to steal from the cookie jar. “Was that creepy?”, he asked.

Just when I was about to step through airport security for my Around-the-World trip, I heard the twins in my womb, a boy and a girl, shouting. 'Mom! Can you stop thinking about going to have fun? The whole world is going to become a frozen block of ice in a month! You're still thinking about flying around at a time like this? Don't be silly!' 'My brother's right! Hurry home and stock up on food and medicine already! Renovate our mansion! Turn the garden into food storage! Turn the swimming pool into a reservoir!' My heart skipped a beat, and the milk in my hand spilled all over the floor. The passenger behind me urged me impatiently, "Can you hurry up? You're holding everyone up." I ignored him. Instead, I turned around and called my assistant. I also gave him another order. "Get me ten thousand pounds of grains and five thousand pounds of pork belly. The ones with the skin on. I want them now!" From that moment on, Kirsten, the woman in Harbor City who only knew how to burn money and fly all over the world, changed. She became Kirsten, ruler of the frozen wasteland.

I was reborn. Reborn on the day my stepsister shattered my leg on the ice, the day my boyfriend carried her out of the blazing hockey rink while leaving me to burn alive in the flames. In front of everyone, I expose my stepsister's arson and tell my boyfriend we're done. But that's not enough. I want back everything I lost. I will have my revenge on both of them. I seek out Preston,the billionaire who was once the darling of the ice hockey world, now confined to a wheelchair. I beg him to help me take my revenge, and he makes only one demand: marry him. But as my vendetta unfolds, I discover Preston isn't as simple as he claims to be. He can stand,yet he pretends to be crippled. What secret is he hiding? Why did he approach me? And can I escape his grasp... or do I even want to?

Elena Brooks gave five years of her life to Damien Volkov — the golden king of professional hockey, the man the world worshipped, and the husband who never truly loved her back. But the night she catches Damien in bed with the woman he claimed was his cousin, something inside Elena finally breaks. Heartbroken and secretly pregnant with his child, she walks away from her marriage with one vow: no more hockey players. No more love. No more chances to be destroyed by a man who only knows how to hurt her. Then Alexander St. James crashes into her life. Cold. Ruthless. Intimidatingly powerful. As the captain of the New York Blades — and Damien’s biggest rival on the ice — Alexander is everything Elena should avoid. But when he saves her from a dangerous attack, he offers her a deal that feels impossible to refuse: Pretend to be his fiancée, and in return, he’ll help her make Damien regret betraying her. It was supposed to be simple. Fake smiles. Public kisses. A calculated revenge plan. Until Alexander starts looking at her like she’s something precious. Until his touch begins to feel dangerously real. Until Elena discovers the heartbreaking reason he needed a fake fiancée in the first place. And just when she begins falling for the one man she promised herself she’d never want… Damien discovers she’s carrying his baby. Now the husband who neglected her for years is ready to burn the world down to get her back. Caught between a possessive ex-husband and the man slowly stealing her heart, Elena must decide if love is worth risking everything for again — or if some hockey players are destined to break her forever.

The day my husband, Reece Malcolm, reached the pole for his polar expedition, his childhood sweetheart who was sent away reappeared in his bedroom. Everyone had kept it from me. Erica Lowell had been by his side day and night. Though Reece said he didn't want her there, he still allowed her to stay by his side for four years as his assistant. "You have to believe me, Lucy. There's nothing between Erica and me," he used to say. Always so sure. Always so convincing. But when he returned, it was with Erica in his arms—heavily pregnant. "She threatened to kill herself, Lucy. I didn't have a choice," he said. "The baby's coming. I need you to raise it. You know you're the only one I've ever loved." Four years. Four years of silence, of waiting alone in a house that never felt like home. Now, the lawyer is hired. The assets are tallied. The divorce papers are signed and sealed. I'm done.