Cursed by a tragic past, Alpha Asher cannot find love. Luna Elara, from a different world, is similarly cursed in relationships. Sent to steal from Asher, Elara is caught, igniting hatred and curiosity. Asher's pack worries about his continued mourning. Forced together, Asher and Elara must overcome their mutual disdain and the curse that binds them, discovering a chance for love amidst their struggles.
Elara Thornfield adjusted her auburn hair, glancing around the cozy, dimly lit bar. The air buzzed with laughter and chatter as her friends-Lila, Max, Nina, and Jake-downed shots and cheered each other on. Tonight was Shooter Day, their favorite game that always led to wild dares and outrageous challenges."Alright, who's next?" Elara laughed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through her. Her striking green eyes sparkled with mischief. Max, always the instigator with his messy brown hair and perpetual grin, leaned in. "Elara, your turn. Dare or... dare?"She smirked.
"I'll take the dare."Nina, the elegant one with dark hair and sharp brown eyes, giggled. "We saw this mysterious guy earlier today, didn't we? The one with the dark hair and the brooding look?"Lila, petite and bubbly, clapped her hands. "Yeah! He was at that big, fancy house down the street. Let's dare Elara to steal something from his place!"Jake, muscular and straightforward, smirked. "You heard them, Elara. Go and get us something valuable. Anything will do."Elara's competitive spirit flared, fueled by the shots she'd already taken. "Challenge accepted."The grand old mansion was alive with a lively party. Music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses filled the air. Asher Blackwood, the tall and rugged Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, mingled with his guests. His piercing blue eyes scanned the room, always alert despite the festivities. His dark hair was tousled, and he wore an air of brooding mystery that intrigued many but kept them at a distance. Elara approached the mansion, her heart pounding. She wasn't too drunk to lose her edge, but the alcohol gave her a boldness she usually kept in check. The house was bustling, making it difficult to slip away unnoticed. Inside, she navigated the crowded ground floor, trying to appear inconspicuous. "Okay, focus. Find something valuable and get out," she muttered to herself. A guest laughed nearby. "Hey, you look lost. Can I help you?"Elara forced a smile. "Oh, no, I'm just looking for the bathroom. Thanks!"As she moved through the throng, she spotted a staircase guarded by a burly man. She needed a distraction. Stumbling slightly, she spilled her drink on a nearby guest."Watch where you're going!" the guest yelled angrily. In the ensuing commotion, Elara slipped past the guard and made her way upstairs. The hallway was quiet, lined with doors. She whispered to herself, "Alright, let's see what you're hiding up here, Mr. Mysterious."Asher continued to entertain his guests, but a sense of unease nagged at him. His pack respected him, but they were also wary of the curse that seemed to follow him. He had loved his wife deeply, and her loss had scarred him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off tonight. Upstairs, Elara opened a door cautiously. The room was dark, filled with antique furniture and old books. She moved quietly, her eyes scanning for anything valuable. As she reached for a silver candlestick, the door creaked open behind her."What do you think you're doing?" a deep voice growled. She spun around to face Asher, his blue eyes blazing with anger. "I... I was just..."He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You're not here by accident. Who sent you?"Elara's mind raced. She was caught, and there was no way out. "It was just a prank, okay? My friends dared me to do it."Asher's jaw tightened. "A prank? You think this is a joke?"She held her ground, despite the fear rising within her. "Yes. I didn't mean any harm."Asher's eyes narrowed. "You're staying here until I find out the truth. Let's see if anyone comes to rescue you."For the next week, Elara remained in Asher's house, confined but not mistreated. They clashed frequently, each learning more about the other's world and past. Despite the animosity, moments of vulnerability began to show
Graham is shocked he doesn't receive the attention he is used to when he bumps into this mysterious woman on the sidewalk. But when she takes his attention and he thinks he'll never meet her again, that's when they unintentionally meet up on a blind date. Can things go further?
In a quiet, small-town neighborhood, a young girl named Emma grew up with a mother who tirelessly held their fractured family together. Emma's father, consumed by addiction, had abandoned them years ago, leaving her mother to raise Emma and her siblings on her own. Despite the hardships, Emma's mother provided love and stability, ensuring her children flourished.As the years passed, Emma and her siblings matured, determined to confront their father's demons. They reached out, offering him a lifeline of support and understanding. Just as they began to see glimpses of recovery and reconciliation, their father, driven by his own selfish desires, threatened to unravel everything. He sought to claim what little they had, casting a dark shadow over their hard-won peace and unity.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
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."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”