BonitaAJ

(Y/N) and Jack were already chosen to be guardians before they died. They were even a young couple before the incident. They were expecting a baby soon as well. But one day as Jack was playing with his younger sister he fell in ice and died trying to save her. (Y/N) died as well, she saved a young child from getting hit by a drunk driver. They both wake up hundreds of years later with a job to protect children. Jack as the Guardian of Fun and (Y/N) as the Guardian of Imagination, she gave children their imagination and beliefs. They both remembered one another face and were determined to find each other. When they reunited at North's workshop she was told the news. She was pregnant, and she didn't know what the baby would turn out to be. Book cover made by black shadows

My name is Alyaez Turner and I never wanted a mate. All I wanted was to leave my mother and start a new pack, a fresh start for me and I knew I wanted this which is why I ask myself the same question every damn day. Why the hell did I attend the mating ball? Then I think back to myself, if I hadn't gone, I would never have met the love of my life and learned many things about my life. All I can say now is that I don't regret attending because now I am His Luna.

I spent months overcoming my fear of heights, just so I could go skydiving with my boyfriend on our anniversary. But on the plane, Cole strapped my safety harness onto his "best friend" Giselle, telling me to wait for the next trip because she had just gone through a breakup, was feeling down, and needed this thrill to bounce back. She didn't care about my efforts at all, trying to brush me off with just a few words. Cole desperately defended her, accusing me of being petty and making a mountain out of a molehill. "She's fragile, Cathy! You're just jealous of a bond between us that you could never understand!" He actually expected me to accept being an outsider in my own relationship, while my family kept pressuring me to drop my so-called pride. For eight years, I poured everything into our relationship, only to finally realize I was nothing but a placeholder, expected to exit the stage whenever Giselle needed him. His constant emotional manipulation and blatant favoritism left me utterly exhausted. So, I packed my bags, paid him back every single cent he ever spent on me, and left without looking back. It was time for me to take over the multi-million dollar corporate project he was about to ruin. He really needed to see how I would step to the peak of my career!

For years, I endured my husband Kellan's disdain, while he bent over backwards to please my scheming younger sister. When a sudden aneurysm required emergency life-saving surgery, I called him from the ER in absolute despair. He was busy celebrating my sister's new job. After listening to the lies she whispered about me in the background, he actually cursed at me. "If you're going to put on this act, don't bother coming home." He hung up the phone. I signed the surgery consent form alone, facing life and death all by myself. On the operating table, I hemorrhaged heavily. Not only did I lose my health, but I also lost the unborn little life I hadn't even had the chance to tell him about. Lying in the recovery room, I finally understood. His vows were nothing but empty lies, and I was always the expendable one in that relationship. And so, I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his life completely. Yet, he started looking for me like a madman, even taking revenge on everyone who had ever hurt me!

Annie Davis was beyond furious when she was told she had been inseminated with the wrong sperm which belonged to a Billionaire who insists he wants to be in her life and the baby's life if she falls pregnant.

I was about to marry Dante, a ruthless New York Mafia boss. However, just three blocks away from the cathedral, his ex-wife sent a text message saying their son was coughing up blood. This was the third time, and Dante abandoned me at the altar once again, transferring a hundred million dollars to me as compensation instead. I accepted the money, but his ex-wife did not stop there. She moved into my home with her son, faked an illness, and tried to force me out. The last straw that broke me happened at the airport, when the little heir, instigated by his mother, viciously pushed me from behind. I fell hard onto the cold marble floor and lost the child I did not even know I was carrying. As I lay in a pool of my own blood, Dante's mother coldly gave an order over the phone: "The child is dead. You need to protect the living heir and Isabella's status." Dante looked at me, his face full of guilt, but eventually, he turned and walked away with them. To compensate for the child I lost, he threw a massive business empire at me, expecting me to continue waiting in the shadows while he enjoyed his family's bliss. I finally understood that in the face of his mafia bloodline, my loyalty meant absolutely nothing. With a steady hand, I signed the asset transfer documents and did not hesitate to liquidate all the properties he had given me. Then, I boarded a private cartel jet flying to Switzerland. This time, I am going to build an empire of my own!

On the night before my wedding, I opened an anonymous message card, only to find out that my fiancé had been cheating on me with my maid of honor for four years. The engagement ring on my hand was actually a cheap reject that she didn't want; her so-called "emergency business trip" was actually to cover up the fact that she had just given birth to his child last week. What sent the worst chills down my spine was that his entire family knew about this perfectly well, yet they still happily watched me meticulously prepare for this scam of a wedding. When I canceled the wedding and confronted them, his mother actually slapped me across the face. "You're nothing but a poor girl clinging to my son. Camilla is the one he truly loves." And my fiancé didn't even defend me. Instead, he pushed me to the ground, causing me to hit my head, all just to comfort his crying mistress. I spent eight years by his side, accompanying him from having nothing to where he is now, only to realize I was nothing but a convenient placeholder. I took off that discarded ring, blocked all of them, and bought a one-way ticket to Oregon, USA. This time, I decided to leave forever and never look back. But now, he's going crazy begging for my forgiveness!

I was diagnosed with Soul Withering Syndrome, a high-risk condition where the wolf inside me was slowly starving to death. Full of hope, I went to find my mate, Gideon—the top healer in the alliance—desperate to find a shred of comfort from him. But as I stood outside his office, I heard him coldly state that I was just being unreasonable. "Chloe is weaponizing her anxiety to force me into a mating ceremony." He could not even be bothered to glance at my official medical scroll, instead accusing me of faking my pain just to steal his attention away from his obsession, the rogue wolf Yara. And when Yara called, lying about an obviously fabricated poisoning incident, he abandoned me without hesitation. He left me shivering in the freezing hallway, and eventually, due to the backlash of my withering soul, I coughed up pitch-black blood. For seven years, I had been waiting for him to see my pain. I could not understand how the man who had once exchanged mating tokens with me could be so blind. He let my soul rot in the dark, yet paraded himself as a loyal hero, running around at the beck and call of a woman full of lies. I did not shed a single tear, because my heart was already completely dead. Then, without hesitation, I threw his silver mate ring fiercely into the trash can. I contacted my family and accepted an arranged marriage—to wed the most feared Alpha in the alliance, Silas. This time, I chose to live for myself.

One week before my wedding, I walked into the master bedroom of my fully-paid penthouse apartment and caught my fiancé cheating with my best friend. They were laughing about his fake "insomnia"—the lie he'd used to trick me into sleeping in the guest room so they could have the master bedroom to themselves. Gage was a top surgeon, and I'd sacrificed almost everything to care for his supposedly fragile health. I'd even brewed essential oils from my late mother's precious collection to steady his hands. But behind my back, they were planning to pretend to marry me, then slowly push me out and take over my home. When I confronted them, they didn't show a single ounce of guilt. Gage deliberately destroyed the essential oil my late mother had left me, then violently shoved me against the wall and locked me in the room to suffer the pain and bleeding alone. I had poured everything into building a safe harbor for this man, and in his eyes, I was nothing but a convenient stepping stone. I didn't even bother shedding a single tear. I took out my phone, canceled our honeymoon trip, and listed the penthouse on the market—cash sale, 24 hours. Time to take out the trash.

For eight years, I lived in a freezing, unheated apartment, washing the bloodstains out of my mob enforcer boyfriend's suits every day. He strictly gave me two thousand dollars a month, saying we had to live frugally and save up enough money to escape this dark world. But when I was washing his clothes, I found a receipt for a custom engagement ring worth sixty-eight thousand dollars. That ring wasn't for me, but for his secret lover, Mia. I cracked the password on his encrypted laptop and uncovered his three-year-long double life. He wasn't a bottom-tier thug struggling to survive in a dangerous game at all. He embezzled forty-eight thousand dollars from his mob boss's accounts every month to buy Mia diamonds, cars, and a luxury apartment in Manhattan. And meanwhile, I was drinking watery porridge just to save a little on the electricity bill. When I confronted him, he didn't show a single ounce of guilt, accusing me instead: "You're too heavy. Being around you suffocates me." He thought I was a pathetic parasite who couldn't survive without his protection. But what he didn't know was that I had already quietly earned over a million dollars through legitimate antique painting restoration work. I packed my bags. It was time to let the mob know who was really stealing their money.

I hid my identity as the Supreme Wolf Princess just to find true love, even sacrificing my soul core to cure the bloodline curse of my fated mate, Caleb. However, when he successfully became the Alpha of the Supreme Wolf Pack, he brought back Selene—a cunning she-wolf who faked an attack by rogue wolves to frame me. He would rather believe her fabricated tears than listen to my explanation, locking me on a balcony covered in toxic silver dust for three days and three nights. When I knelt and begged for forgiveness, telling him I was pregnant with his child, he sneered and accused me of carrying a rogue wolf's bastard. He watched coldly as Selene spiked my food with deadly poison and forced me to climb a tree covered in thorns. Ultimately, I lost my child, and my blood stained the earth red. I gave up my crown and my magic just to help him build his empire, only to receive humiliation in return. He even threw a banishment contract in my face, ordering me to be exiled to the wastelands. I felt a deep, agonizing sense of worthlessness for everything I had sacrificed for him! That was until the Royal Guard's helicopters blackened the sky, and my father—the Supreme Alpha of all werewolves—forced Caleb to his knees in a wretched state. "I accept your banishment." I threw that contract violently back into his trembling hands, watching his world crumble to ash. In this moment, he finally realized exactly what he had destroyed.

"I am starving, Len..." But that hunger was for her. ~~~ For ten years, Alex has been nothing more than Lena's best friend. They have the sweetest relationship ever and have shared laughter, heartbreak, late-night secrets, everything. Until the night he gets hard for sweet, innocent best friend... One night rips the mask away and Alex can no longer ignore the truth: his so-called best friend has always been his deepest craving. But is Lena really innocent? What if she has her own little secret world with desires she never dared to confess... And drags Alex into this world? *** Best Friends' Reckless Cravings is a full compilation of dangerous desires between best friends who were never meant to cross the lines. Fast paced, filthy, and emotionally brutal. If you want the tension, the heat, and the fallout... this one is for you ;⁠-⁠)