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After we got back together, I kept the Winter family’s rules in mind all the time. I never threw any tantrums and was content with being the man supporting Winona Winter, my wife. Within the upper-class society, I became well-known as a magnanimous husband. However, when Winona became pregnant with another man’s baby again, everyone thought that I would fight against that man, but I only brought her back calmly and took care of her. Yet Winona lost her composure and grabbed my collar. “Shaun, why aren’t you arguing with me?” I only smiled and calmly took out a copy of the family rules. “According to Rule 137, the husband needs to be magnanimous and tolerant. He must understand that his wife has needs and cannot be unreasonable.”

"There Are THREE SIDES To Every Story. YOURS, HIS And The TRUTH."We both hold distaste for the other. We're both clouded by their own selfish nature. We're both playing the blame game. It won't end until someone admits defeat. Until someone decides to call it quits. But how would that ever happen? We're are just as stubborn as one another.Only one thing would change our resolution to one another. An Engagement. .......An excerpt -" To be honest I have no interest in you. ", he said coldly almost matching the demeanor I had for him, he still had a long way to go through before he could be on par with my hatred for him. He slid over to me a hot cup of coffee, it shook a little causing drops to land on the counter. I sighed, just the sight of it reminded me of the terrible banging in my head. Hangovers were the worst. We sat side by side in the kitchen, disinterest, and distaste for one another high. I could bet if it was a smell, it'd be pungent."I feel the same way. " I replied monotonously taking a sip of the hot liquid, feeling it burn my throat. I glanced his way, staring at his brown hair ruffled, at his dark captivating green eyes. I placed a hand on my lips remembering the intense scene that occurred last night. I swallowed hard. How? I thought. How could I be interested?I was in love with his brother.

When he kissed her on his stage he loved it. T him she was an angel and she felt right in his arms. Little did he know whose daughter he was messing with and before he did, it was too late for any saving. Now that he blames her for his misfortune, she must pay no what what the cost is and he will stop at nothing till she does. Worse now that they live under the same roof or rather yet, same room. Will his thirsty for revenge cloud his judgement or will love conquer everything?

I had lost count of how many times Aaron and I had dissolved our mate bond. He always said it was temporary. Vivian was the only she-wolf from Blackridge Pack who had made it into Hollywood. Her father had died saving Aaron during a rogue ambush. From then on, Aaron treated Vivian like a debt he could never repay, and I became the easiest thing to sacrifice for that debt. Whenever Vivian returned, Aaron took me to the Bonding Hall and dissolved our bond. Whenever she left, he came back and let the elders write our names into the bond ledger again. In Blackridge Pack, Aaron could take me to the Bonding Hall, dissolve our sanctioned bond, and come back for me when Vivian no longer needed him. At first, I cried and begged. Later, I learned to pack quietly, sign quietly, and hand back the Luna position along with whatever tenderness he had left for me. But this time, when Aaron waited at the Bonding Hall to renew our mate bond, I never came.

On the same day I was admitted into the hospital for my pregnancy, my husband, Charles Page, received 108 missed calls on his phone. It was from Sue, his mentee, a girl who had cancer. I asked if he was going to pick up, and he replied impatiently, "All she does is call me all day! Doesn't she have any other family? She's so annoying." Later, that very girl posted a photo of herself on the hospital rooftop, wearing a white dress. The caption said: [If I jump down from here, will I become a butterfly in my next life? Maybe then, everyone won't hate me.] Charles only glanced at the post before chuckling mockingly. "What does she mean, turn into a butterfly? Is she delusional?" But after that, he grew visibly restless, before rushing out and not returning all night. That night, I hemorrhaged and was taken into emergency care. When the nurse asked if I wanted to keep the baby, I looked at the empty space beside me and answered calmly. "No, I don't."

“You were never supposed to exist.” Those are the last words Aeris hears before he’s dragged into the forbidden forest to die. Born scentless and wolfless, beaten by his own pack, and blamed for every misfortune, Aeris has spent his life as a cursed shadow. Until one deadly night forces him into the woods… and into the arms of the most feared Alpha alive. Killian of the Seven Territories is a monster whispered about in every pack,merciless, unmatched, untouchable. But the moment he lays eyes on the broken boy bleeding in his forest… something ancient awakens. A bond. A spark. A mate-pull that should be impossible. And when Killian touches Aeris, his wounds heal. But Aeris carries more than scars. He carries a prophecy. A prophecy older than wolves themselves,one that marks him as the omega who should not exist, the key to ending every shifter’s power forever. Hunters are already closing in, sent by the Council to kill him before he awakens. Killian should turn away. Reject him. Let him die. Instead, he bares his claws at the world and whispers: “Let them come. I protect what’s mine.” Now a ruthless Alpha and a shattered omega must survive assassins, ancient magic, and a destiny written in blood. Because something inside Aeris is stirring,something brighter, darker, and more powerful than any wolf. If it wakes… the entire shifter world will fall. And the only thing more dangerous than the prophecy is the way Killian looks at him like he’s worth saving.

This story is not a story at all ; it is rather a journal that documents events which shapes this author's life. Walk the journey with me ; is it what you going through to? If so , hopefully this journal will help you feel as if you are not alone in this world. This book will contain good times , as well as bad times. The events that occurs are not made up in my imagination ; these events were lived out and documented as soon as possible. Let us conquer these problems together!

Jenifer Smith falls in love with the hard-to-get Jason Knight. He also turns out to be a playboy and a gang leader she finds herself in a situation in which she might get hurt. He acts nice and so on but really is his intention? But does Jason even cares or is he just playing with her mind? On the other hand, there is Blake the ex who tries over and over again to correct his wrongs of a cheating boyfriend. Do different really attract or do they draw apart? Apart from that Jenifer has to learn how to loosen up to get the boy she wants, to party, dance, sing, and of course, have fun. But the thing is that Jenny has a dark secret of her own which no one not even Family knows about is the Little Innocent Girl really just a good Girl? Join Jenny on her Adventure of heartbreaks, love, and a lot of Secrets.

Hate. Oh yes, I fucking hate Chase Hartley. I mean he's... cocky, a college hockey star, and to top it all, he's my soon-to-be stepbrother. Because my dad decided to get married and have me trapped under the same roof with him for the entire summer. But everything changed the day we kissed. Everything turned forbidden. WARNING: THIS NOVEL IS SPICY. LESS HOCKEY. MUCH SEX

I am Evelyn Windsor, the princess of the Northern Wolf Kingdom. After I become a premium member of Black Thorn Breeding Center, they gift me a companion wolf. They say companion wolves are loyal, gentle, physically strong, and will never refuse any of their owner's requests. But the one I receive not only refuses to let me get close, but he also locks himself in the guest room and won't even let me see him. Late at night, I come across an anonymous post on a wolf care forum. "I am a companion wolf. I hate the she-wolf who bought me. I only want to be with her younger sister. I'm about to get into heat. What should I do?" I click into it absentmindedly before I realize it. "I only have one suppressant left. I'd rather die than let her touch me. I only want her sister. No matter how many high-quality energy potions she buys me, they can't compare to a single piece of jerky from her sister. I feel disgusted just looking at her." I close the post and call the breeding center's customer service. I ask, "If I return my companion wolf, will the returned wolf be resold?" The customer service representative sends a smiling emoji and replies, "No. Disobedient, defective wolves will be euthanized. We're very sorry we accidentally sent you a flawed one. Please don't leave a bad review. We'll compensate you with a top-tier new companion wolf." With a tap of my finger, I agree to the return. A disobedient wolf deserves to be put down.