Keana a pessimistic young adult in the modern world with a troublesome love life oblivious of her capabilities is faced with the disorienting reality of being a combined force of two powerful mythical sections, the Witch-dom and Were-dom after a tragedy. An outcome of a conflict in the time of an ancestor ending in unfulfilled wishes, cumulating into the loop of the cycle where in a generation a reincarnation takes place in hopes of solving unresolved grudges without which forever love is lost. What would you do when you find out your redemption and eternal love is actually your second chance as well as the same cold blooded villain that massacred your first love and family? Marlory a charismatic solitaire grew up in an orphanage in the present world wielding great strength without proper knowledge of his lineage, living the simple life of a human as a leader in the shelter. A role which he was meant for and has been playing unconsciously. An Alpha of the Blood Crescent Moon pack of the old but senior housemate in the modern day. A chance meeting with Keana sets into motion the unraveling of painful history of betrayal, grave loss, antagonism, carried over feud unwillingly; for a resolution by this twos return into time past or continue in loop eternally. What was the Moon goddess and the mother of all Witches thinking to have made such a concession? Can the past be reversed resolved to manifestation in the present without held in bitterness for the breakage of a recursive curse leading to a happy ever after?
"You monstrous bloodsucking heartless beast! I will shred you into pieces bit! by bit! from your limbs until there is nothing left of you! you repulsive bastard!" Nehenda shouted in a pained hoarse voice shaking with rage.
"You despicable, shameless enchantress! all you do is lure the innocent into your stupid cobwebbed world of illusion then eventually ending them without even giving them a fair chance of a decent fight!" Marlon spat furiously boiling beyond volcanic point, within, wishing he was done with the abominable smallish thing in front of him. "I will rip your heart out! And crush it with pleasure." he declared.
"Look who is talking. let me see you try that!" she challenged back.
"Gladly." he responded back in a dangerous whispering tone with eyes steady on her. Alpha Marlon was not a man of many words but action! One! also not to be toyed with. The fact that he even spoke with her surprised him. It took not long for him to transform into an enormous beast with distracting dry leaves green greyish eyes, shinny ebony black colour when hit by the sun down rays looks like he was shine sprayed reflecting the light rays that fell on him in a golden brown captivating colour edgy. If he weren't an enemy she wanted to make non-existent she'd say he was a creature of great beauty in deed! She did though within but dueled not on it for long; for he was a ruthless monster! She wanted to put an end to. So her conscience questions her own judgement.
"Why am I even seeing beauty in this ugly beast?" To which she couldn't reply.
He towered over her to his own satisfaction, standing boldly, tall on all fours with dark eyes ready to put an end; for good to the lineage of the age-old witches clan. A species that he loath for bringing him so much pain. Many shuddered at his enormousity even his kind however, he noticed the sorceress moved not a muscle. The nickel of a thing had no thin trace of fear in her eyes yet still persisted with that hateful disrespectful look in her globes looking him direct in the orbs. something no one dared do. This made his rage even more.
"Oh! You disrespectful thing! when death calls on a weak prey, it makes the fool become defiant in the face of the predator! thinking itself capable." he thought smugly. "you dare challenge me?! You sickly stick of a person." He said furiously within with eyes darkening even more snarling. "Be my guest!". He welcomed her to the death ball mockingly within.
The sibyl took a step back without breaking the eye trade. she was no novice to the cowardly impulsiveness of this creature standing in front of her from experience to avert her piercing fury consumed gaze. It was also a dare to duel. Once bitten a millions times shy, they attacked a vulnerable peaceful village without a heads up for no pertinent reason. All she wanted to do was bring the thing before her down! to rise no more. It wasn't going to be a phoenix effect rather diminishing. To fall and rise no more.
Out stretching her hands making a y poster alike to pronounce incantations to the delusion of Alpha Marlon. He could not hold his thoughts from running on guarded but remark.
"Your silly charms will fail you today! I dare say woman."
Yet the sage said nothing to this effect instead still maintaining the eye contact, she gently brought her hands down, bent her shoulders lower enabling her stained white linen long sleeve bare V back dress which was ripped beneath raggedly from the bushes she coursed, slid off her inveigling, slowly as if to give him a strip tease show, which was no where near the reality of the present nor was it the interest of her opponent. If only Alpha Marlon could read her thoughts? he'd shudder or knew why her dress was sliding off her body? He'd be horrified! that which he is soon to see. She was going in for blood not pleasure. If not for the fact that she was of the clan he loathed ? He'd say she was in possession of a devine body. She would have been the most beautiful thing he'd have ever seen in his life. Mate bonds are not to be messed with truly, even in oblivion and hate attraction coated in compliments one would deny openly yet will be unable to delude conscience wise.
"She is goddess-like." He concurred within wondering how an astonishing beauty such as the one that stood before him could be so treacherous as to kill an innocent lad. His hardened look went a bit soft as he picked up a faint whiff of his favorite scent, smoky earth after rain. "What was that?" He asked rhetorically as he sniffed around even harder with divided attention but the smell had eluded his sense of smell. It was as if the wind carried it along and left with it as it blew past. It was not of a station he could go after. That particular scent always sent him to a quiet peaceful paradise out of the chaotic world of the life of an Alpha in which he existed in. Marlon would step out with his mother and father after it had rained to have a dirt fight. They would run bare foot on the wet earth without the fear of cold for they could transform at will into their furry self for warmth, unburdened with their status quo but as ordinary people not even in their nature form as wolves. Just a normal family without the weights of their tittles thus the Alpha, his Luna and son ... happily throwing balls of dirt at each other without minding being bruised for their healing capabilities was extraordinary; untill they fell unto the earth out of exhaustion and contended. They needn't portray any form of self - restraint nor carry themselves in a specific manner. The bed of freedom they found on the bare watered ground came with the comforting aroma of the petrichor, which he'd inhale wholesomely. It was refreshing.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.