The entire werewolf world knew that on May 8th every year, all the Moonpetal grass in the city would be sold out. Simply because that was my birthday. Everyone said he loved me more than life itself, envying the profound bond we shared as mates. But no one knew— On each of my birthday nights, my hands would be slick with blood as I knelt on the ground, using the essence of Moonpetal grass, laced with silver dust, to paint a runic totem for his lover, Serena. Whenever Serena’s heat struck, Caleb would force me to stand guard outside her door, clutching the suppressants she needed. "Elara, if your pack hadn't forced this alliance on me, Serena would be my mate. You stole that from us, and this is your penance." "So what if you shed a little blood? It’s what you deserve." I had endured this torment for five years. I’d had enough. I demanded the rite of dissolution. Caleb stared at me, astonished, then sneered, saying he would grant my freedom if I agreed to three conditions. First, he wanted me to surrender my share of the pack's resources and my clan's Moonstone to Serena. I agreed. Second, he wanted me to relinquish my title as a Moon Affinity, letting Serena take my place. I agreed to that, too. But the third condition… He held a tear-stricken Serena, who was distraught over a proposed arranged marriage, his eyes aching with concern for her. "As long as you can seduce my brother and make him lose all interest in marrying Serena, I'll sign." I froze. Then, without a second thought, I scrawled my name across the agreement. "Consider it done."
After Mason’s arrest, Julianna grew up. She’s an adult now and is living a new life. But what happens when she realises that that life isn’t enough for her? When she realises that her husband isn’t the one she really wants? When her doubts cause her to fall back into her tempting past? Will she let go of her new life? Do things that a ‘good’ and ‘loving’ wife shouldn’t do? Read to find out Mason and Julianna’s story in the His pretty little lie series.
My boyfriend offended an investor, and to make amends, I, who am allergic to alcohol, was forced to drink glass after glass of white liquor. But when I was in unbearable pain, I heard his assistant say: "Brother Huai, I was the one who offended the investor, I should be the one apologizing. It's not right to let Sister bear the drinking and take the fall for me." Xu Huai's response made me feel like I had fallen into an icy abyss: "You're so innocent, you shouldn't be tainted by the commercial world. Let her handle apologies like these." At that moment, I realized. In Xu Huai's heart, I had always been a tool to take the blame for his assistant. And now, I had been deceived nine times to take the fall for her. The first time I took the blame for Lin Mo was on her first day at work when she messed up an important company project. Xu Huai took the responsibility upon himself, and I, enduring discomfort during my period, ran all over to maintain client relations. After the project ended, I fell ill. The second time I took the blame for Lin Mo, she lost a confidential document. Again, Xu Huai took the responsibility, and I, with a 40°C fever, didn't sleep for a day and a night to recover the data loss, but I was exhausted to the point of spitting blood. The third time I took the blame for Lin Mo, she drove under the influence, causing a traffic accident. Xu Huai called me to the scene, and I compensated and apologized for him, even kneeling to admit my mistake. ... That day, I sobered up in the cold wind and decided to leave him forever. But after I left, Xu Huai knelt in the airport hall, crying and begging me to come back.
My mate, Declan, tossed a single dollar onto my deathbed. “Thank you for taking care of my mom,” he sneered, his arm wrapped around his mistress. The man who was supposed to have died a decade ago. He faked it all. Left me with his son, his lover, and a mountain of debt. For ten years, I worked myself into an early grave to clean up his mess. I paid his debts. I cared for his sick mother. All while he was living his perfect life. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back on the day we went hiking. The day he planned to “die.” He wants to fake his death again. This time, I’ll make it real.
The Girl Who Wouldn't Cook Favour Ejiro was the kind of girl that turned heads not just because of her soft caramel skin and smooth, deliberate walk, but because of the invisible air of confidence that always trailed behind her like a scent. She was an only child, and everyone in her quiet neighborhood in Warri knew that meant one thing: she was pampered. "Mama, must we do this every time I'm home?" Favour rolled her eyes as she leaned against the kitchen doorframe. Mama Ejiro stirred the steaming pot of egusi soup with exaggerated patience. "Favour, come inside. Watch me, at least you go soon marry oh." "I don't need to stand here for that,YouTube is a thing now, remember?" Mama dropped the wooden spoon with a clatter. "Ehn? So YouTube will teach you how to tell when egusi don dey burn?" Favour smirked and tapped her phone. "There's an app for that." Mama Ejiro shook her head and muttered under her breath, "If only your phone can boil yam." But Favour wasn't listening anymore, her fingers were already dancing across her iPad screen, watching a makeup tutorial. The scent of crayfish and ogiri filled the air, ignored by the girl who believed convenience was more important than culture. That day, Mama Ejiro didn't argue anymore. But the words stayed with her: "You go soon marry."
In the seventh year of my arranged marriage to Dante Moretti, he forgot the anniversary of my father's death. Again. All for his precious "sister," Isabella. He’d offered a hollow apology over the phone, his voice dripping with casual indifference. "Nora, I'm sorry. You know Isabella just got back from Europe." "As her brother, I had to throw her a welcome party." Of course, I knew. I even knew they were locked in a passionate kiss on the party's terrace. They hid their sordid affair behind the convenient guise of being siblings. After seven years of silent tolerance, I’d reached my breaking point. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and said only one thing. "Choose. Me, or her."
My fated mate, Alpha Kaelen, resorted to dark magic to make his beloved Lyra the Luna. He blocked our mate bond and corrupted the Moon Goddess's guidance. Outside the sacred grounds, I overheard Lyra coo to Kaelen. "If I can borrow the Luna title for seven days, can I have you for seven days too, Kaelen?" Kaelen chuckled deeply, kissing the corner of her lips. "Of course. My wolf is eager to please you." My breath hitched, but I didn't expose their scheme. At the assembly the next day, Kaelen held a public ceremony. He announced Lyra as the Luna guided to him by the Moon Goddess and demanded I relinquish my authority. All the wolves stared, waiting for me, the true fated mate, to launch a rebellion. But I didn't. I played along, signing the papers to sever our mate bond. Kaelen didn't know that the "Blood Moon Covenant" had only seven days until it required renewal. And that ancient magic would only recognize my bloodline—the bloodline of his true fated mate.
Only after witnessing all the women and children in the shelter being torn apart and eaten by zombies did the men finally believe that my warning about zombies attacking the shelter was true. Looking at the scattered corpses everywhere, the hot-blooded men went crazy. "Captain, didn't you say that your wife was causing trouble out of jealousy, deliberately lying to make us focus on celebrating your birthday with Su Rou? Now, how did my son die? Why is my wife gone?" Ji Chen's face turned pale. I looked at the bloody scene on the ground, tears falling down. In the previous life, when zombies attacked the shelter, my husband, the captain of the defense team, took all the men to celebrate the birthday of his white moonlight. Pregnant, I crawled out from the sewer and found him, pulling all the men back to save the shelter. However, his white moonlight was caught and bitten by a zombie that had slipped through the cracks, turning into one herself. After my husband dealt with the zombified white moonlight, he locked himself in a room for three days and nights. After coming out, he never mentioned the matter again. Until the day I gave birth to our child, he dragged my weakened body out of the shelter, broke my leg, sliced open my belly, and let the zombies eat my innards. "It was you who, out of selfishness, attracted the zombies and caused her death. Since you love competing with her for affection so much, I'll make sure even the way you die is the same as hers." Upon waking up on the day of the zombie attack again, this time if he wants to protect his white moonlight, let him do as he wishes.
I possessed an extra in a reverse harem game. A moderately pretty friend, ‘she’, that made the ordinary female protagonist shine. That was me. The game reached the ending unharmed, and the heroine married one of her male protagonists, the Archduke of the North. And I got engaged to one of the poorly chosen men for the family. I thought I could live a normal life like that. “After all, you can’t replace Titi.” Until my fiance declared that he wanted to be the mistress of the heroine who became a married woman. ~*~ The new engagement was not easy. Most of the normal men were the male candidates, and all of them are in the heroine’s fishing ground. “Your Majesty, would you like to date me?” I proposed to her first love, who was the only man who refused the acts of the heroine for my acts of revenge and curiosity. “That’s an interesting proposal.” “What is your answer?” “Alright, I’ll do it. That relationship.” All of this is my revenge against Tatiana.
I died four years ago, but my soul remained, bound to my son. I was forced to watch, powerless, as my son called his NFL star father. "Do you still love my mommy?" Luke asked innocently. Liam's voice turned cold with disgust. "Tell that gold digger I'm done with her games." My heart shattered as my son screamed back: "My mommy has been dead for four years!" The phone went silent. He thought I betrayed him. He divorced me before I could tell him I was pregnant. I died alone, protecting his secrets while he lived a perfect lie with his rumored girlfriend. Now he wants our son back. But some truths are deadlier than graves.
Sparks of Love is the story of a young girl in her early twenties named Wang Fang, whose love for her boyfriend was taken for granted. After several altercations and disagreements between Wang Fang and her boyfriend, Li Wei, as a result of unfaithfulness and trust issues, Fang decided to end the relationship. She thought Li Wei was going to feel bad about the whole breakup thing, but unfortunately, it occurred to her that he (Wei) had always wanted the relationship to be over. Wang Fang decided to be very strict towards any man that crossed her path. Years later, Li Wei was back to ask for Fang's forgiveness; this time around, he was ready to be committed to Fang. Before his return, Fang had already found a new lover who gave her queenly treatment. The question now is: will Wang Fang tie the knot with her newfound lover or with her ex-lover? Let's find out what happens by reading this interesting story!
Mia Montoya is a super confident 22-year-old tomboy whose father is a mafia lord. She broke up with a cheating boyfriend who tells her, that her dressing style is one of the reasons he cheated on her. Poor Mia thinks she won’t find love again but then Logan Adams, a hot billionaire and CEO comes her way. They start with a contract where Logan pays her to be his fake girlfriend to avoid going back to his ex-girlfriend. It's obvious they have feelings for each other in the process of pretending to be a couple but, he keeps holding back because he thinks he is still in love with his ex-girlfriend who came back five years later, after abandoning Logan at the altar. "What did she say in the text?" he asked me "Go ask her. She's your woman" I told him "I want you to be my woman," he said and tried to take my hand. "No Logan. Just go home because you don't know what you want" I told him. With an ex-girlfriend who's always intruding, is Logan’s love for Mia strong enough to make him forget Selena, is Mia patient enough to wait for Logan?
The 99th time I was supposed to marry Vincent Falcone, he killed me. He blew up my car. With our unborn child inside me. I remember his excuse. The one he gave to his new bride. "She was just too stubborn. Insisted on being my wife." "An 'accident' was the only way to make her, and the kid, disappear for good." The man who defied his family for me finally got tired of being poor. So he erased his "stain." Me. But I was reborn. This time, I didn't wait for a wedding that would never come. I packed a bag and walked away. He ran straight back to his family's money. The next time we met, he was at the altar with another woman. Then he saw my stomach. He cornered me after the ceremony, his eyes blazing. "Whose child is that?" he snarled.
My star architect boyfriend, Liam, and I were supposed to get our marriage license. He stood me up three times. The first time, his intern, Chloe, had a proposal rejected and was a complete wreck. The second time, he left me on the steps of City Hall to help Chloe move. Every time after that, it was always about Chloe. The last time, he lied about an urgent client meeting. I braved Seattle's endless drizzle to bring a document to his firm, only to find him in his office. He was teaching Chloe how to draw, his hand intimately guiding hers. In that moment, a cold hatred for him took root deep inside me. I decided then and there: I would get an abortion and leave him for good. But after I left, he hunted me down, chasing my ghost to the ends of the earth, begging for my forgiveness.
After the boss went on a business trip, his young girlfriend wanted to establish her authority in the company by targeting me, the sales champion. But she didn't know that on usual days, the boss treated me like a revered elder. Because all the company’s salespeople were my apprentices, and almost all the clients were brought in by me. Without me, the entire company would have nothing to survive on. That day I left the company, but in just a few days, she was kneeling on the ground, crying and apologizing to me. "Please come back, my husband says if you don't return, he won't want me anymore!"
On a mountain in a surprise snow storm, Brandon stumbles upon an injured woman. Amelia. Amelia lives in a cabin on the side of a mountain, seemingly isolated from the rest of the world. As they struggle to survive the snow storm, Amelia reveals bits of her past. A story Brandon finds strangely familiar.They grow close. Are the feelings real, or just a product of being trapped together on the mountain?
I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for five years, but he canceled our marriage registration 99 times to take care of his "养妹". The first time, his "养妹" had a stomach ache, and he left me by the roadside, hurriedly driving over. The second time, his "养妹" sprained her ankle, and he made me wait at the Civil Affairs Bureau for a whole day and night. Afterwards, whenever I arranged to register for marriage with him, his "养妹" would have various problems. After he stood me up for the 99th time, I decided to leave. But when I boarded the plane to Norway, he chased me all the way to Norway.
Samantha Greene, lost in love, finally awakens to realize she is no longer that, in love. However, that's not the only thing that awakens in her. Now, a single mother of a toddler she finds herself questioning who she is and where she came from when memories of lives she has once lived come flooding her mind. That's not all, unlocked world of magic and werewolves, and a new love interest or two, maybe three, have gracefully made her life even more complicated. It doesn't help that her ex has gotten himself involved. He's obsessed with getting back together and unknowingly putting Sam and their son in danger in the process.