Tessa Wexler inherits a rare talent from her mother. That is, she is super smart and has a high ability to learn everything. As long as she learns something, she will do the best in the whole field. But every coin has two sides. She can't live more than 30 years for her rare disease caused by the talent. One day, she went to an art exhibition but fell ill again. At that time, she accidentally bumped into a man and found that the man's smell could relieve her pain. So Tessa made a bold decision that she will try every way to marry this man. Let's see how Tessa makes it!
Under the unhindered midday sun, the wind blew with the oppressive heat of summer.
In a yard, Tessa Wexler was watching two stray cats scramble for food. When a cat won by a scratch, she beamed a big smile.
Her rosy lips curved, eyes as clear as glass. A brilliant charm was shown on her face, which was as fair as jade.
"Tessa, sorry to keep you waiting."
With sympathy and regret written on his face, Felix Hughes, in his white gown, pushed open the door. There was a clipboard in his hand.
Tessa looked over her shoulder with a smile that became meek and lovely.
"Never mind. Mr. Hughes, how's the result?"
"You're healthy in all aspects."
Tessa knew he was trying to sound upbeat.
"What about my brain?" she drawled.
He let out a brief sigh. "The same as your mother's..."
Shirley Flores, Tessa's mother, had inherited rare supernatural powers from her family.
Her six senses were distinct from normal people's, and her intelligence and learning ability were preeminent.
But everything had its dark side.
The side effect of those abilities was a rare disease that killed her at 27, a young age.
And this also happened to Tessa.
Like her mother, she was likely to die under 30.
Felix comforted, "Don't worry, Tessa. Your father and uncles are preparing for your marriage to Vance King."
Under her pretty brows, her eyes glistened as she smiled.
"Mr. Hughes, you also believe I'll be cured by marrying that man?"
Affected by her positiveness, Felix also curved his lips in a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"In this world, there are many things that modern medicine can't explain. If your father and uncles are so convinced, there must be a reason."
Tessa shrugged her shoulders, with a trace of playfulness in her eyes.
To cure her, the three elders had devoted themselves to the occult.
But thanks to this, she could leave the Flores's and come to the city where her mother had once lived.
"Vance is Old Mr. King's second son and is said to be an outstanding man. Now that you'll get married sooner or later..." Felix blathered on.
"Mr. Hughes, you're starting to become a nag too."
After a glance at him, Tessa took her bag and rose.
It was a surprise that a meek girl like her had such a sharp stare. Rendered speechless, Felix gave an awkward smile and walked her out.
"Contact me anytime if you feel uncomfortable."
Samuel Johnson, a blond young man, was waiting for her outside. Following him, Tessa got into a black MPV.
"Boss, are you going to the Wexler's or Veronica Art Gallery?"
Samuel turned around, his hair reflecting the sunlight, and teeth dazzlingly white.
"Vance King is also in the gallery."
Tessa lifted her eyelids. "What are you smiling at? There's a cramp on your face?"
Samuel stopped smiling right away and gave two coughs.
Tessa had just come to City J last month. He hadn't gotten used to the fact that the sweet girl in front of him was the big boss who gave him orders through texts.
"Go to the gallery," she said in a voice that sounded lazy and a little childish.
She wanted to know why her father and uncles were so resolute about their arrangement.
On arriving at the gallery, Samuel went to talk with a manager with a scroll of painting.
Tessa walked around there alone.
Her gaze swept across a crowd and soon landed on a handsome man with distinguishing temperament.
"I, Sophia Addison, of the Crescent Moon Pack, deny your rejection, Jacob Carter." I smiled triumphantly at him and he just glared at me. I can hear loud gasps and whispers throughout the place. They cannot believe that their goody-two-shoes of a senior year president is rejecting me in front of everybody. What goody-two-shoes? More like a two faced jerk! That is why, here I am, denying his rejection. Oh well, I refuse to suffer alone. So...let us both suffer together my dear mate.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.