Romans & histoires Ron Got Splinched

Elara Ashwood was the Luna of the Silvercrest Pack—gentle, loyal, and deeply devoted to her Alpha, Kieran. Orphaned young and considered weak by her people, Elara found her strength in love. But when she lost her unborn child, everything shattered. Believing she could no longer bear an heir, Kieran grew cold and distant, turning his back on his true Luna. In her darkest moment, Elara’s childhood friend, Selene Greyson, betrayed her. Consumed by envy, Selene claimed the position meant for Elara and spun a web of lies so convincing that even Elara’s mate believed them. Falsely accused of poisoning and forced to drink from the same deadly cup to prove her innocence, Elara died—watching the man she loved choose another woman. But the Moon Goddess was not finished with her. Elara awakens in a new body, reborn as Mila—the beloved and powerful Luna of the Nightshade Pack. With her memories intact and newfound strength coursing through her veins, Elara is given a second chance at life. Torn between vengeance and healing, she must confront the past that destroyed her, reclaim her stolen honor, and decide whether her heart belongs to the life she lost… or the future she has been given. When fate draws her back to Silvercrest and into the path of her former mate, old wounds reopen, secrets begin to unravel, and the truth threatens to shatter everything. Because this time, Elara is no longer the weak Luna they betrayed.

I thought I was the Conti family's "legitimate wife." Until the day I saw it with my own eyes, my husband, Christian, resting his hand on my stepsister Emma's bump belly, gentle like he was cradling the future. Everyone told me to be "big-heated": when the baby was born, they'd put it under my name, make him call me Mom, because the family needed an "heir." Even the private doctor they hired announced it in front of everyone—steady heartbeat, and from the ultrasound, it looked like a boy. I didn't cry and didn't make a scene. I just picked up the phone and told my lawyer to initiate the divestment. Twenty-four hours later, Christian's cards were frozen, his projects got their loans yanked, and assets started getting seized— That's when he finally understood: he hadn't betrayed a wife. He'd betrayed the lifeline of the entire family. But what I really wanted to know was— When he dropped to his knees and begged me to come back, would I tell him— I had already picked out his grave?

In a world of werewolf clans divided by fierce loyalties and blood feuds, an ancient artifact known as The Crown holds the promise of ultimate power. Whispers of the prophecy drive packs into chaos, each vying to place their leader on the throne. As betrayals deepen and alliances shift, the fate of the werewolf world lies in the hands of an unlikely hero—one who must rise above their doubts to reshape the destiny of their kind.

On the day Maya is supposed to marry the man she loves, she discovers he's been having an affair with her stepsister. Humiliated and heartbroken, Maya walks away from the wedding—and straight into an unexpected proposal from Elias , the powerful billionaire her ex-fiancé's fears most. For Elias, a contract marriage is the perfect way to strike back at the family that stole his inheritance. For Maya, it's a chance to reclaim her dignity and move on. But as revenge turns into trust and trust turns into something neither of them expected, they uncover secrets buried for decades—secrets involving stolen fortunes, family betrayals, and Maya's late mother. Now, Maya and Elias must decide if their marriage was only a business arrangement... or the beginning of a love story that was meant to happen all along.

Dr. Jasper Hawthorne brings his colleagues on another expedition, that of his old mentor. Dragging into the barren field of Antarctica they stumble upon something unexpected. Bringing along his great niece Bridgette will it be a happy coincidence, or does fate have something up its sleeve?

Roger traveled across Terra, but not completely. The soul is inexplicably locked in a long-broken idol outside the civilized world of Terra. If you want to condense the body and obtain yourself, you must constantly obtain the power of prayer. But the statue is in no man’s land! Not even a person, let alone the power to pray. Roger had no choice but to disperse his consciousness into many items, scattered around the world, and acquired by many Terran girls. In order to condense the physical body, in order to stick to the girls. Roger inexplicably became their 'cheat codes'... Jessica: "Mr. Roger, will you always be by my side?" "Ah, yes, yes." Sora: "Mr. Roger, can you be my agent forever?" "Ok, Ok..." Roger didn't know how many times he had made this promise. Until the girls met...

"Sign the contract. Produce an heir. And never question what happens in the dark." Cora Belmont was not supposed to be here. Her sister was the one meant to marry Roman Falcone — East Coast crime boss, untouchable, allegedly monstrous. Her family didn't give Cora a choice. They gave her a sedative. She woke up in silk sheets, with a contract on the pillow and a pen placed precisely against her lips. Sign it, or your family loses more than you. So Cora signs. She signs away her body, her autonomy, and any illusion she had about what marriage means in a world of men who treat women like ledger entries. What she doesn't sign away is her mind. And her mind begins keeping records. Because her husband is impossible. Some nights he is Roman Falcone — cold, brutal, exacting, who takes what he wants and leaves without a word. Other nights, someone comes to her bedroom who touches her like she is the only precious thing in a world of violence. Who whispers her name like a prayer. Who smells of sandalwood instead of gunsmoke. Cora tells herself she's losing her mind. She sets a camera. She watches the footage. And then a thunderstorm lights up the sky outside her window — and she sees both of them. Roman in the doorway, gun in hand, reeking of fresh blood. And Rocco Falcone — The Shadow, the ghost who was never supposed to exist — still in her bed. They are twins. They are equally dangerous. They are both completely obsessed with her. And when Cora tries to run, she discovers that one Falcone is impossible to escape. Two Falcones simply don't accept the concept of escape at all. The wrong vow was just the beginning.

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

After witnessing the cold death of her parents in the hands of a dangerous Mafia boss, Elizabeth vows to take revenge. With an assistance from a friend, she finally meets the Mafia Boss but is entangled in a secret sexual relationship with him. Adam Mich, the infamous Mafia boss finds himself insanely attracted to Elizabeth who he initially selected as a wife to his brother and finds it hard to let go. Despite their pact, they fall deeply in love with each other whilst denying their feelings. Will Elizabeth's plan for revenge be fruitful or futile? What will happen when the truth of her parents death, her revenge plan and Adam's feelings come to the surface?

Cleo Carrington used to be Northvale's brightest spark—wild, fearless, impossible to pin down. And then she married Damian Joubert. The most controlled, rigid heir in their world. Damian ran like a machine. Perfect standards. Zero slack. And he expected the same from his wife. Cleo loved noise—clubs, music, bodies moving. He had every venue in the city blacklist her. She loved freedom—the blazing Afriyan sun, the northern lights in Icelorn. She raced cars. She jumped out of planes. He took her passport. Shut it all down.