We dive into a world of secret powers, hidden prophecies, betrayals and forbidden love.After being rejected by her family, Candace faces yet another rejection by the man she loves which pushes her into the next phase of her life.Battles unfolds, turmoil erupting there by thrusting Candace and Ethan together to uphold their legacy.As their bond reignites, forces threaten to push them apart.Will Candace be strong enough to overcome Ethan's past rejection?Can their love survive the turbulence and hidden secrets? Will they be able to balance their love for power and each other?
I folded my body into a ball to protect me from the harsh elements battering my skin.The tiny, rundown shack I called home wasn't fit to be anybody's home, not even a rodent but I had no choice rather to accept it if I didn't want to sleep on the road.A sudden cough racked my chest, making me curl up even more.The heavy, cold winds were merciless against the weak woods of the house, and with each crack and groan the house made, I became even more scared so it didn't come crashing down on me.
Even the ratty, thin blanket I picked from the homeless shelter did little to provide me warmth and for the hundredth time this week, I wished I had died with my parents in the car crash that took their lives 10 years ago.My father was the former Alpha of the pack which I was to take from him but I was too little to control anything when they died.So a horrible, selfish, and greedy man named Tyler Lockwood took over as Alpha, and the peaceful loving town I'd known all my life crumbled like a pack of dirt before my very eyes.Tyler was a tyrant who did whatever he wanted without giving two damn about the consequences.Oh, and he loved to oppress anyone who dared stand against him.Maybe that was why he hated me so much, seeing as I went out of my way to defy every order he gave.That and I was a dud.A dud simply means a werewolf that cannot Change.Once a werewolf clocked 14/15 years, the Change phenomenon starts to set in. For late bloomers, it could start once it was 17 and they would come into their werewolf abilities.But not me.The years passed by with my mates Changing into their werewolf form, while I remained by the sidelines.I gradually gained a name around the town, with people staring at me differently, especially with my past.Everything just added up and now I was persona non grata. I couldn't eat in the pack house, my colleagues didn't like to talk or be seen with me, basically making me a lone wolf.For the first couple of years, I hated myself asking the Fates to take my life.Why was I rolled this dice of life but gradually I grew to accept it...after all, there was nothing I could do.I closed my eyes to shut out the world, taking a second to think only for me to open them what felt like minutes later to the bright rays of the sun shining down on my face.I groaned, rolling to avoid the heat but it still burned my back.Pushing to my feet, I padded barefoot out the door to check on my barrel of water.No one wanted me around in the main town, not even to hang around so I had no choice but to find a home on the outskirts of town, near the bank of a river covered by trees.Hunger had set in, my stomach growling loudly which was why I picked up my machete, tying my mask around my nose.A few minutes into the forest, I heard a loud sound like a boom.Immediately, I ducked in front of a nearby tree to protect myself.However, nothing else happened after that.My curiosity was peaked so I abandoned my food search, heading towards the source of the blast.Only to be tackled to the floor from the side, pressed flat on the ground.My protective instincts kicked in and I struggled against the stranger's hold, kicking, biting, and screaming.The stranger clamped his hand over my mouth to trap the shout."Can you just stop making so much noise?!" He grunted.I chomped down on his hand and he yelped.Rolling to my feet, I grabbed the nearest branch, holding it up like a weapon, breathing hard. "Who are you and what do you want?!"The guy smiled, showcasing his pearly whites.I was stumped for a moment.I was the one holding a weapon yet he was smiling?"Drop it, I'm not here to hurt you." He waved at my weapon, giving me an easygoing smile.I snorted. "Says the man who attacked me first.""I was trying to save your life." He pointed out. "The bomb you heard? A couple of bandits just arrived from shore, hoping to loot the town."I took a step back, checking the area up ahead. "Really?""Yeah, I overheard them talking about it." The guy shook his head, looking at the ground. I took a moment to appreciate how handsome he was, and even though I should be careful of strangers like my Mom used to warn me, I didn't care.To be honest, this is the most conversation I've had with anybody in a very long time."....saying something about werewolves and stuff." I tuned back in, missing out on what he was saying. "I'm sorry, you said...?"His blue eyes were kind, and they sparkled. "Nothing. I'm James, and you are?"He stretched out his hand, offering a handshake."Candace." I reached out to shake it.Like a fool and a woman who has been deprived of human contact, especially from the opposite sex, I fell into James's trap.We spent the next two hours traipsing around the forest, talking and chatting.He kept prodding into the affairs of the town which I should have suspected but I was too elated to pay attention to it.After gathering enough information, he said he had to get back, promising to come find me.My head was in the clouds and I spent the rest of my time dreaming about James.It was only when I was approaching town that the scales fell off my eyes.I ran forward, my mouth dropping open when I saw burning houses and dead bodies littering the street.Even worse, there was a small crowd gathered in front with Tyler standing in front of it.Muscling my way through to the front, I counted about ten men kneeling with their hands tied and head bowed. One in particular turned to face me and I gasped. "James?"I couldn't believe it, and neither could Tyler."You know them?" His voice was deadly.Yes," I replied eagerly without thinking. In a flash, Tyler's face grew red and he ordered his head to..."Seize her!" He bellowed.My heart just about stopped. What the hell was going on?
He was a ruthless entrepreneur, and so was she. A high-stakes business battle turns them into rivals, until their story takes on a twist and a new competitor turns them into partners. Will they withstand the brewing animosity that keeps them at arms length to defeat the new player in the game? Or will they end up losing all they have built... even the sudden attraction between them?Main characters
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
On the day of the wedding, Brendan left me and went to find his true love. When I called him, he, who had always been gentle to me, showed impatience for the first time, saying, "It's just a wedding, I'll make it up to you when I get back." Feeling disheartened, I suggested calling off the wedding. Brendan thought I was just being stubborn, and in the face of friends' advice, he said, "It's okay, when she calms down, she will come find me." It wasn't until Edrence, the prince, posted our marriage certificate that Brendan suddenly went crazy and came knocking on my door. When he saw the man who opened the door, he was slightly stunned. And I, standing behind the man, with a blush still on my face, leaned forward and asked, "Nephew, what brings you to see your auntie so late?"
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."