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This is Book 1 of the Lycan Series. Camila Rasort, an eighteen-year-old, is sold to a cruel alpha as his mistress who turns out to be her mate but he later banishes her from the pack under the accusations that she poisoned his ex-girlfriend, who was now carrying his child. She roams the city, doing any kind of job she can find, until her wolf comes out. After discovering she wasn't a werewolf at all but a Lycan who matures at the age of twenty, she returns to her pack for vengeance with the help of her childhood best friend, Ash Moon. Will they succeed? Book 2 of the Lycan Series is still on review. It will soon be available on this site. (Vengeance on the Cruel Alpha King You can also look over my other books because you might like them Luna Returns(Completed), Rejected (Completed although halfway) Surrogate for the Lycan Prince (Ongoing)

Six years later, Solomon McConnell became the world's greatest M.M.A. fighter in the country. One drunken night, he signed up for a competition that he shouldn't have, 'The King's Game.' Returning to Rayfield City brought a series of rounds, deception, and plot of his death to his doorstep. To protect his family, friendship, and beau, he must fight to the death, save the city and family he once hated, and end the evil Salazar Martin. How can Sol rediscover love? Will he save the people that matter? Will Sol go back to the mafia and beg for help? Is he going to risk it all just for a woman? Discovery how Sol overcame the challenges, accepted the truth, and rediscovered himself to the city he had once forsaken. "The Runaway Prince" is the 1st five books from the series C.H.A.O.S. Let's discover Sol's world of rounds and love.

Alicia thought college would mean books, lectures, and late-night gossip. Instead, she’s stuck with an arrogant, annoying attractive roommate, a charming coursemate who hides scars deeper than his smile, and a secret bloodline that could destroy or save the supernatural world. Raymond is her fated mate, though neither of them knows it yet. His protectiveness is suffocating, his temper terrifying, and his touch dangerously magnetic. Kevin is everything Raymond isn’t kind, dependable. But Kevin carries a painful truth: he was chosen by the Moon Goddess not as her lover, but as her protector. Now, torn between a bond she doesn’t understand and a loyalty she never asked for, Alicia must embrace her true nature as the daughter of a witch and a werewolf. But destiny always demands sacrifice… One will claim her heart. One will guard her life. And one will pay the price for partial redemption.

Princess CARLOTTA - that was her name. Young, pretty, smart, and most importantly, crazy. She's not the regular kind of princess you must've read in books or heard about. CARLOTTA was always seen on the streets, playing, fighting and causing commotions. Go to the busiest places in the Kingdom. She's CARLOTTA, always found making troubles around - marketplaces, farms, just mention. When her father, King GABRIELLE had tried every possible way to tame CARLOTTA but all to no avail, and so he had to Marry Her Off to an heartless Master of the Lorenzo's Community—in thought that she'd learn her lesson and change. Master LORENZO, the man who kills without giving a second thought and had lost two wives mysteriously. ~ Let's watch it on how CARLOTTA got MARRIED OFF and becomes the Master's third wife.

In the fifth year of Gwyneth Payne's marriage to Asher Crowe, he tells her thrice that he wants to bring Liana Quayle along with them when they migrate. Gwyneth puts down the dishes she's just prepared and asks him why. He's frank with her. "I don't want to keep this from you anymore. Liana lives in the residential area beside ours. She's spent nine years with me, and I owe her too much. I must bring her with me when we migrate." Gwyneth doesn't cry or kick up a fuss. Instead, she books a ticket for Liana on their flight. Asher thinks she's finally seen sense. On the day they leave the country, Gwyneth watches Asher and Liana board the flight. Then, she turns and boards another flight that will take her back to her parents' home.

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

After I landed a five-million-dollar contract and saved the company from financial collapse, my CEO wife wrapped me in an excited embrace and said she wanted to have a baby with me. She took out her phone and showed me a virtual baby on an app she had just signed up for. "Look, honey," she said. "Isn't it adorable? You can even change how it looks. Do you like it? Once things settle down at the company, we can have a real one." That night, I came across a post by her male secretary on social media. It was a photo of a positive pregnancy test, with my wife's figure visible in the background. I did not comment. I just liked the post. When my wife noticed, she panicked and called me immediately. "Honey, it's not what you think. Please listen to me! I wanted to surprise you. The baby is yours! "Can you clear things up on social media for everyone? I promise I'll give you a child of your own soon." She insisted the baby was mine, yet she seemed to have forgotten that we had not shared a bed in six months. "End the pregnancy," I said. "We're finished."

I post a wedding photo with my fiance, Miles Kingston, on my Instagram story. But I forgot to hide it from his first love, Chloe Bennett. The very next day, Miles gets his revenge. He puts our wedding night up for auction online. After the wedding ceremony, I find Miles in a private room at the restaurant, holding my phone. Then, I hear him haggling with his buddies. "One million for one night. Not a cent less." "Miles, even if Aria's still a virgin, that price is way too much!" "Too much? She's my wife! I haven't even touched her yet! Push the bid up!" Everyone in the room bursts out laughing. "Seriously? You're ditching your wife on your wedding night? What if she totally flips out?" Miles scoffs. "She showed off our wedding to Chloe and made her upset. It already kills me that I couldn't marry the woman I actually love. Besides..." He holds up a blister pack of white pills and sneers. "With this, she'll be too out of it to even know who's touching her." My phone slips from my hand and hits the floor as tears slide down my cheeks.

We have been dating for ten years, but Vincent Carter has never been romantic toward me. However, before our wedding, he has someone deliver a delicate bracelet and an elegant dress to me. I take photos of them happily, only to find a card tucked inside the dress that's not addressed to me. Just as I'm about to contact Vincent, I see a post from Emily Foster, his childhood sweetheart, on her social media. "Someone stole something that belongs to me!" That's also how I find out Vincent has also bought her an apartment. The address stated on the card is for the unit downstairs. The gift is meant for unit 701, but it's delivered to me by mistake. I pick up the items and go downstairs, just in time to see Vincent gently comforting her in his arms. The moment he sees me, his face darkens with irritation. "Can you stop overreacting? You're always suspicious for no reason. Emily and I grew up together. If we were going to be together, you wouldn't even be in the picture!" If it were before, I would've been furious and demanded an explanation. But now, I simply let out a chuckle and toss the gifts onto him. "I wish you both the best, then."

After losing a game of truth or dare, my fiancé went to City Hall and married another woman. I had called him forty-seven times. In the end, the only answer I got was Seraphina’s Instagram story. In the photo, she and Vincenzo were holding a brand-new marriage certificate. She was smiling like she had won, and he was wearing the white shirt I had ironed for him that morning, his fingers casually pinching her cheek. One minute later, he called me. “Elena, don’t make this bigger than it is. It was just a game. Give me thirty days. I’ll divorce her, and then we’ll get married like we planned.” He thought I would forgive him the way I always had for the past three years. But this time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply liked Seraphina’s post and commented, Congratulations. Then I took off my engagement ring and left New York. He thought I was just throwing a fit. Only when his calls stopped going through, and his men searched the entire city without finding me, did he finally panic. But he had no idea. The Elena who loved him had died the moment he married someone else.