What Happens At The Ending Of Stash?

In a shattered world teetering on the brink of extinction, survival is brutal. Werewolves rule the wild, humans cling to scraps, and women are the prize both sides fight to claim and breed. Emily, a survivor with no past, was raised by hidden women. She knows only endurance, not identity. When she ventures out for food, everything changes. Ambushed by men, she is saved and claimed as Luna by Hunter, a powerful Alpha wolf. But the pack doesn’t accept her. Emily is human. Torn between loyalty and power, Hunter makes a gut-wrenching choice. Pressured by his pack, who distrust outsiders and fear a human Luna weakens them, he feels forced to choose Isabella, a wolf with strong allies, as his mate to protect his rule. Cast aside, Emily questions her place, Hunter’s betrayal, and her continued pull toward him. As tensions mount and Hunter's half-brother Kaden seeks the Alpha title, Emily becomes entangled in a game of power and survival. Her past emerges, along with dreams and her strange link to wolves, hinting at a secret lineage that could shift the balance in unexpected ways. In a world where love is not an option and power seals fate… who will she become when her heart and future hang in the balance?

For years life for Krystal Dunn has consisted of medication and needles with no end in sight. After another failed treatment, hope for a life outside the hospital's walls evaporates completely. Krystal must face the cold reality of death with open arms. But just as she welcomes the darkness, Krystal is transported to another planet to participate in a secret event. An event that will end with her being made to mate whoever chooses her. Let the Harvest begin.

The day I was awarded the highest service medal, I got a call that my grandfather had died. My superiors approved emergency leave, and I rushed straight back to the family estate without stopping. The moment I reached the hillside cemetery behind the house, what I saw snapped something inside me. Our family burial ground had been completely leveled. My parents' graves had been dug open. Their urns had been turned into flower pot bases, with dark-red roses planted right on top of them. My grandfather's coffin had been split apart. His body was left exposed in the dirt, already starting to rot. And my younger brother, Jerry Horton, who was on the autism spectrum, was being ordered around like a laborer by my husband's assistant, Digby Wolfe, hauling construction materials back and forth. I lost it. I grabbed Digby and slammed him into the ground with a hard shoulder throw. "You touched my family's graves and made my brother do manual labor. Are you trying to get buried here with them?" Digby coughed up blood as he struggled to his feet, sneering at me. "This was Mr. Gray's decision. He said your family plot is in a good location, with plenty of space. It's perfect for building a golf course for the future Mrs. Gray. In Joule, Mr. Gray is the law." His tone was icy. "And who do you think you are?" I swallowed my rage and called Marshall Gray. "I hear you run Joule," I said. "Well, I'm about to change that."

After being blackmailed by Mr. Stone to leave his son, Asher, Samantha vows to make a life for herself by becoming successful. Six years later, Asher pops back into her life and now the can of worms are out. Asher finds out about Melody, his secret daughter whom he had with Samantha six years ago. Asher must now face the truth about why the love of his life disappeared without a trace and is now named Kimberly Norman. Samantha must be bold to yet again face the notorious Mr. Stone, and the two lovers find a way to be together again despite all the plans of Mr. Stone. To what lengths with Mr. Stone go to? Will the two be able to protect each other in the end? Will they be given a second chance at love?

Before taking over the next shift, I receive a huge amount of money from my work buddy, George Rowland. He has given me ten thousand dollars in total, and the remark on the transfer notes that it's the payment for the morning shift I've taken for him. "Hey Wilbur, I'm going back to my hometown and enjoy my new retired life. Have fun dealing with the night shift at the control room by yourself. "When I was patrolling the apartment yesterday, I got my hands on treasure that came out of nowhere. Now that I'm rich, I no longer have to deal with the residents anymore." With a grin, I curse George out for being unusually lucky. That guy is so stingy that he refuses to even buy himself a bottle of mineral water that's worth two dollars. To think that he actually struck the jackpot this time! I accept the money happily, thinking that I should take my younger sister out for a nice dinner once I get off work. Ten minutes later, George sends the clock-off photo of him handing the shift over to me on the work chat as usual. His caption reads, "I've gone through my final shift properly." The moment I make out the photo, I feel the hairs on my back rising. "Hello? Is this the police? A murder has taken place in Riverside Residences!"

I've been in a secret relationship with Declan Gibson for five years, and I've tried to seduce him more times than I can count. Yet, when I stand in front of him in my birthday suit and a pair of bunny ears, all he does is worry that I'll catch a cold and wrap me in a blanket. I used to think his restraint came from being the mafia don, that he was saving our first time for our wedding night. However, one month before the ceremony, he secretly plans the city's grandest fireworks show to celebrate his childhood sweetheart's birthday. They hug and share a slice of cake in public. That night, they check into a hotel. … The next morning, I watch them leave together. That's when I realize Declan is not restrained. He just doesn't love me, so I walk out of the hotel. I call my parents. "Dad, I've broken up with Declan. I'll marry into the Sullivan family as planned." My father is stunned. "I thought you were madly in love with Declan. Why did you break up? I heard Bryson can't have children. You've always loved kids. What will you do once you marry him?" "It's fine," I reply, disheartened. "We can always adopt."