In a world divided by class and privilege, two girls from starkly different backgrounds are intertwined by ambition and circumstance. Zazriel, a kind-hearted orphan with dreams of a better life, discovers a wounded knight named Troi, whose true identity as Commander Drake remains a secret. As Zazriel cares for him, she is drawn into a world of nobility and sacrifice, yearning to help her orphanage while finding her own path.Meanwhile, Elza, once an orphan like Zazriel, has transformed into Lady Elza Bloise after being adopted by a wealthy count and countess. With her sights set on becoming the center of high society, Elza navigates the treacherous waters of noble life, mastering etiquette and forging alliances while concealing her ruthless ambition. As their journeys unfold, Zazriel and Elza's paths may converge in unexpected ways, testing their strength, morals, and the true meaning of friendship, love and power in a world where nothing is as it seems. Will they uplift each other or become rivals in a quest for identity, love and success?
In the dim light of dawn, the small village of Ellsmere lay silent, cloaked in fog. Outside the gates of St. Haven's Orphanage, a bundle rested against the iron bars. Sister Miriam, shuffling through her morning rounds, stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted it.
"A baby..." she whispered to herself, bending down. Carefully, she lifted the bundle and unwrapped a bit of the soft cloth. There, nestled within, was a tiny girl with the biggest, brightest eyes she had ever seen. But her gaze wasn't one of fear. It was as if she knew this was where she was meant to be.
"What a precious little thing," came the soft voice of Sister Anne, who had come to see what the commotion was about.
"I wonder who left her here," Sister Miriam murmured. "No note, no name. Just... her." She cradled the baby close, and the little one stirred, one hand reaching up as if grasping for something in a dream.
"We must call her something. We can't just have her grow up as 'the foundling'," Sister Anne mused thoughtfully, her brow creasing.
Sister Miriam's eyes drifted to the delicate purple flower tucked into the baby's blanket-small and unassuming, yet vibrant and full of life.
"Do you remember this flower?" she asked, brushing her fingertips over the bloom's petals. "An old soul, like an echo from another time... I think it's called a Zazriel. A forgotten bloom, like her."
"Zazriel." Sister Anne tried the name on her tongue, and the two women shared a glance. It was as if the name itself had been waiting to be spoken. The baby seemed to sense it, her little fingers curling and her eyelids fluttering.
"Then she shall be Zazriel," Sister Miriam said, smiling. "A rare, precious bloom. Even if the world has forgotten her, she is here now. And we'll remember."
And with that, Zazriel was welcomed into her new world, though neither Sister Miriam nor Sister Anne could have known the path that lay before her.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"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."