Romans & histoires Clementine And Violet

At ten years old, Violet stumbled into the Cedar Grove Pack covered in wounds and malnourished from walking for four days. With her memory shattered, she’s taken in and raised by the pack doctor. Nine years later fate takes Violet across the country, to the wealthiest pack in the world. Soon the walls she constructed around herself, and that harrowing night will be threatened. A face from her past set’s things in motion, his smoky eyes risk sending her to her knees. Flashbacks, blackouts, and secrets steeped in lies, prove to Violet that the past always comes back to haunt you.

Marie Sierran is a soft but strong Christian English teacher, gifted with talents that make her name known abroad. She is accidentally bumped by the prince of Denmark at the Malacañang Palace during their first meeting, making her hate him. On several occasions, they meet and Marie wonders how she falls in love with the prince all of a sudden. She has no knowledge of how kind he is until she observes and experiences it behind the mask of rudeness he shows aside from his handsome face and well-built physique that catches her attention. Marie’s medical records and the lost artifact reveal to the public that causes the Philippines and Denmark had an uphill battle for a long time while she works in the royal country. Break up is made after their engagement as the prince falls on her as well. An accident happens to the prince that makes Marie returns to Denmark despite the humiliation and bullying she faces. The prince did not recognize her when he awakes, but to save the queen’s condition and save the throne, he agrees to the solution to end the war. On the day of their wedding. Before the crowning, an assassination happens to the two that causes their death. After a month, the world shocks when they find an amazing thing happening.

My brother, Dylan Skinner, was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant. My mother shoved a voluntary donation form in front of me and tried to force me to sign it, but I refused. I told her that my immune system was weak, and I wouldn't survive with only one kidney. She answered with two hard slaps across my face and started yelling. "Dylan is dying, and you're still thinking about yourself? How could you be so selfish?" To force me into it, she stormed into my advisor's office, grabbed my research samples, and said she wouldn't give them back unless I agreed. As I met her hate-filled gaze, something inside me went completely numb.

The day I was released from prison was New Year's Eve. My fiancée had promised to pick me up. Instead, she was busy ringing in the New Year with the man she had always loved. By the time I found my way back home from memory, she was in the middle of a cheering crowd, wrapped in his arms. "Nancy, Samuel's getting out today. Aren't you going to pick him up?" someone asked. Nancy Wheeler let out a soft laugh, her red lips curling slightly. "Pick him up? What's more important, him or New Year's? He's been in there for years. One more day won't kill him." "Aren't you afraid he'll be angry?" Colder than the wind and snow outside were Nancy's indifferent words. "He's the one who made a mistake. What right does he have to be angry? The fact that I was still willing to be with him was already a mercy." As the words left her mouth, she lifted her gaze, only to meet mine. The smile froze on her face. The cold light from inside fell across me, and something in my heart froze with it. She said she was still willing to have me. However, I no longer wanted her.

After failing the SAT, my parents had kicked me out and sent me overseas to work, forcing me to earn money to support my younger sister's college education. I had worked abroad for ten years, sending almost everything I earned back home. When the first song I wrote was released, it gained a bit of attention. Around that time, my childhood friend, Ian Swain, flew in from overseas just to find me. "Lexi, I didn't know your family sent you here to suffer like this. From now on, you won't have to face it alone." He had registered our marriage with me abroad and stayed by my side while we worked. I had been deeply moved—I shared every song I wrote with him and even let him manage my accounts. That was, until I overheard a conversation between Ian and my family. "Ian, isn't it a bit wrong for you to keep giving me the songs she wrote? What if Lexi finds out?" "Relax. Back then, when your family handed me her college admission letter, she didn't suspect a thing. Compared to that, this is nothing."

I never knew that one day I would be begging to be fucked by Damian Steels— my best friend’s father. But I also did not know how huge his cock was, when I found out, I couldn't help but spread myself on his table, and moan when he spanks my ass. He is cold and strict, but also fucking sexy at the same time. To the world he was my best friend's dad, but to me, he was the man who made me wet without touching me, who made me squirt just by seeing his cock, and who made my pussy walls clench hard just by calling my name. What are the odds? My best friend finding out about my escapade with her dad? Or me having the best fuck of my life?

Lucy loved her ex-boyfriend deeply, and everyone thought she would never leave him. One day, Lucy suddenly disappeared. Three days later, Her ex-boyfriend asks his assistant: "Does Miss Lucy realize her fault and apologize to me? " The assistant: "No, not yet." Three months later, Her ex-boyfriend asks again: "Does Miss Lucy make a plea to get back together? " The assistant: "No, sir, she did not have time to reply. Two other gentlemen said they were her exes. One was a president, richer and more attractive than you, and the other was a young talent player, younger and more handsome than you. ."

When the moon turns black, blood will choose its master. Kaelira Voss was never meant to lead—only to obey. Branded as a volatile wolf with a dangerous temper, she spends her life fighting for scraps of respect from a pack that will never trust her. But when a dying boy stumbles across the border whispering of experiments, moonfire, and a coming plague, Kaelira’s act of mercy ignites a chain of events that will change everything. The Lycan King, Zevran Kaelith, arrives to reclaim what’s his: the fugitive boy and the secrets he carries. But when Kaelira’s blood destroys the curse consuming him, Zevran sees the impossible—witchcraft flowing through a wolf’s veins. Bound by ancient magic neither understands, the two become reluctant allies as an ancient prophecy awakens beneath the rising Black Moon. Haunted by visions of her dead mother and hunted by both her former Alpha and the High Lunar Dominion, Kaelira must master the power buried in her blood before it consumes her completely. But the closer she gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between her and the cold, infuriating king who swore he’d never love again. Enemies by birth. Fated by blood. Together, they are the spark that could burn kingdoms—or save them. Blood of the Black Moon is a dark fantasy romance filled with betrayal, power, and slow-burn passion between a fierce female lead and the Lycan king destined to destroy—or worship—her. Perfect for fans of forbidden bonds, hidden magic, and enemies-to-lovers tension that hurts so good.

Because of her first love's piano competition, my fiancee, Ashley Blake, postpones our wedding for the 17th time seven years into our relationship. On the eve of the competition, she chops off my ring finger just because Marc Tyson claims I injured his hand and ruined his ability to compete. The pain of losing my finger leaves me crying in agony, but she simply holds him in her arms and stares me down with indifferent eyes. She says, "Stop pretending, Troy Clinton. You're a grown man. What's all this fuss over losing a finger? Besides, you merely lost one finger. Marc has lost the dream he spent his whole life chasing! This is what you owe him." Her cruel words shatter my heart into tiny pieces. She has forgotten that my fingers are also meant to dance across piano keys. "The wedding next week is postponed," she says dismissively while covering Marc's reddened fingers. She adds, "This has nothing to do with Marc. It's simply because you can't wear a wedding ring with a missing finger anyway." Clutching my bleeding hand, I finally wake up to reality. From this moment onwards, we owe each other nothing.

After my older sister, Beatrice Hartwell, has passed away, my brother-in-law, Theodore Wesley, transfers me into his department. At first, I think he's merely watching out for me. But whenever Theodore bumps into someone else, he often leaves his sentences hanging. "After my wife has passed away, it's all thanks to Megan keeping me company all the time that I…" His words are often half-minced and filled with euphemisms. Because of him, the company is filled with rumors of me killing Beatrice just to take over her position at one point. I plead to Theodore to make things clear for everyone in the future. But during a Monday meeting, Theodore continues to mourn Beatrice longingly while bringing me up in a roundabout way. "The reason why Megan is late is that she spent the night in my house last night… Ah, I shouldn't have brought this up. Please don't overthink this, everyone." The thing is, Theodore is the one who wants me to edit the business proposal at his place. My boyfriend is with us the whole time! My colleagues all shoot me knowing glances immediately. They start muttering about "seeing the sister-in-law plot being manifested in real life". I try to explain myself, and yet Theodore keeps mucking things up for me. "Right! She was just editing the proposal in my bedroom—wait, no! It took place in the study! It's my fault for not knowing how to talk properly! The more I explain, the more chaotic things become!" I'm enraged, to say the least. Theodore doesn't know how to speak, right? Then he's better off silent for the rest of his life!