Elena, a once-proud Luna, has been cursed by an ancient witch to live through an endless loop of love and heartbreak. In each reincarnation, Elena finds her destined mate-only to suffer rejection. The curse condemns her to repeat this cycle one hundred times, each life marked by fresh heartbreak and loss. Now, on her hundredth life, Elena awakens with memories from each past life intact and a fierce determination to break free. But time is running out, and her power is tied to the pain she's endured in each life, making each new encounter both a gift and a weight. This time, she has more allies and enemies than ever before. She meets Rylan, her current fated mate, an aloof and skeptical alpha scarred by betrayal in his own past. He doesn't want to be tied down by destiny, especially not to a mate who seems too mysterious to trust. But Elena is different now-older, wiser, and able to draw on powers she didn't realize she had. Her past lives have given her hidden strengths, but they're only unlocked through moments of great emotional clarity. To break the curse, she must gain not just Rylan's acceptance but also his trust, all while staying one step ahead of the witch determined to watch her suffer forever.
I jolted awake, heart racing, gasping as if I'd just surfaced from deep, icy water. Shadows swirled behind my eyes, the last remnants of the nightmare slipping away before I could grab hold of their meaning. They'd been the same for weeks now, these haunted dreams. Every time I thought I might finally understand them, they vanished, leaving me with nothing but an ache in my chest and a feeling like cold fingers had brushed over my skin. I shivered, rubbing at my arms, trying to shake off the lingering dread.
Light seeped into the room, soft and golden, painting the walls of my tiny cabin with the early morning glow. I rose slowly, pulling myself together as the outside world came into focus. The forest around our Moonshadow Pack's grounds was cloaked in mist, the thick, silvery fog trailing around the towering pine trees. I leaned against the window, my gaze tracing the familiar paths weaving through the village and off into the dark woods beyond. This was home, or at least the only home I'd ever known.
I swallowed, feeling the weight of another day settle on my shoulders. It wasn't that my life was especially hard-it was just... different. Unwelcome, sometimes. The pack didn't know about the curse. They didn't understand the way it followed me like a shadow. But I was used to that. With a deep breath, I pulled my thick, dark hair back, knotting it with a worn leather tie, and shrugged into my jacket. I had things to do, and I couldn't spend my morning wallowing in strange dreams.
As I stepped outside, the village was beginning to wake. A few early risers were already out, nodding to me as I passed. Some were friendly, offering quick smiles or a "Good morning, Elena," but others glanced away, shifting uncomfortably, as though being near me might rub off whatever misfortune they believed clung to me. The mix of reactions didn't surprise me; it was the same every morning. Years of whispers about my family, about "Elena with her unlucky fate," had etched themselves into the pack's memory. I'd learned to tune it out, focusing instead on what I could control-my strength, my focus, my ability to prove them all wrong.
My path led me to the training grounds, where a few other wolves were already gathering. I set down my water canteen and shrugged off my jacket, taking a few moments to stretch and center myself. My movements were quick and precise; I'd been doing this long enough that it was as natural as breathing.
"Morning, Elena," a familiar voice said.
I turned to see Aiden, one of the senior warriors, giving me a nod. He was a big guy, with a deep, rumbling voice and a quiet strength that made the other warriors respect him. I'd trained with him for years, and he was one of the few who never looked at me like I was a cracked vase that might shatter at any second.
"Morning, Aiden," I replied, flashing a quick smile.
He looked at me with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Rough night?"
I hesitated. "Just couldn't sleep," I said, leaving out the dreams. He didn't need to know about those.
He nodded, seeming to accept my answer without question. "All right. Let's see if we can work off some of that tiredness, then."
We lined up with the others, and I let myself sink into the routine, focusing on the familiar movements and the thud of my fists hitting the training dummy. It was satisfying in a way that few things were, feeling the resistance against my knuckles, pushing myself harder each time. With each punch, each kick, I could almost feel the whispers fading, like the force of my blows drowned them out. My body moved with the rhythm, my muscles straining and pulling, the world around me narrowing to just the target in front of me.
But then, just as I took a deep breath, bracing myself for another round, I felt it-a faint, prickling heat on my wrist. I glanced down, my heart sinking as I saw the familiar mark glowing faintly beneath my skin. It was a twisted, looping symbol, almost like an ancient rune, and it pulsed with a soft, eerie light that seemed to seep up from somewhere deep within me.
I quickly covered my wrist with my sleeve, hoping no one else had noticed. I couldn't let them see. Not that anyone would likely understand, but it was better this way. Safer.
I pushed myself harder, finishing the morning session with every ounce of strength I had left. When it finally ended, I was drenched in sweat, my muscles throbbing with the satisfying ache of effort. A few of the others were watching me with wary glances, and I caught snippets of whispered words-"cursed," "bad luck," "different." I met their eyes with a steady, unflinching gaze, refusing to let them see the sting their words brought.
After training, I made my way to a small pool that lay just beyond the training grounds. It was a quiet spot, tucked away among the trees, where the water lay calm and still, reflecting the early morning sky like a mirror. I crouched beside it, splashing water on my face, letting the coolness soothe my heated skin.
As I looked down, though, something strange happened. For just a second, as I gazed into the water, my reflection shifted. I blinked, startled, leaning closer. It wasn't my face looking back at me-it was someone older, with shadows under her eyes and a haunted expression. She looked... tired, broken, as though she had seen more than any one person should have to bear. And the worst part? She looked back at me with a fierce, aching longing, as though reaching out through the depths of time itself.
I jerked back, my heart hammering. When I looked again, it was just my own face staring back, wide-eyed and pale, the morning mist swirling around me. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow my breathing, feeling that strange ache settle in again. What had I just seen? And why did it feel so... familiar?
I forced myself to stand, brushing off the feeling as best as I could, though it clung to me like the fog, persistent and heavy. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe it was the curse, creeping in like it always did, casting shadows over everything.
As I made my way back toward the village, I tried to shake off the memory of the reflection, the strange, longing gaze. But deep down, I knew that whatever I'd seen wasn't just some trick of the light. It felt too real, too personal, like it was tied to something deep within me that I had yet to uncover.
Dr. Evelyn Rourke thought she had left the shadows of her father's mysterious disappearance behind. But when she's called to lead an expedition into the Arctic's uncharted waters, she is drawn back into the unknown. A series of eerie, rhythmic whispers haunting the hydrophones aboard the Arctic Endeavor calls her to investigate-whispers that resonate deep within her soul, as if beckoning her toward something terrifyingly familiar. Accompanied by a fractured crew of scientists, a paranoid Captain, and Naomi, a fellow researcher plagued by haunting dreams of an ancient, submerged city, Evelyn discovers a chilling truth: beneath the ice lies a city-a city alive, shifting, and haunted by an entity older than time itself. As they dive deeper into the ruins, strange hallucinations plague the crew, revealing their darkest fears. But it's Evelyn's connection to the city-and its dark, monstrous god-Thal'Azar-that ties them all to a terrifying fate. When the body of a missing crew member is found, its skull marked with glowing symbols, Evelyn realizes the city is more than a mere structure. It is alive, feeding, and seeking something-someone. But the deeper they venture, the more personal the stakes become, especially when Evelyn uncovers her father's journals revealing a horrifying secret: her family's bloodline has been tied to Thal'Azar for generations. Her father wasn't lost at sea; he became part of the entity, and now, the god-like force stirs once more, seeking to escape its prison. As the crew spirals into madness, with Naomi succumbing to the whispers, Evelyn must confront the truth about her mother's involvement in a cult that once sought to contain Thal'Azar-a cult that may have kept her father's sacrifice hidden. Evelyn's drive to save the world battles her desperate need for closure and the truth about her father's fate. But the city has its own plans, and the closer they get to the heart of the ruins, the more reality bends, and the line between ally and enemy becomes blurred. With betrayal, sacrifice, and death around every corner, Evelyn must make a harrowing choice: complete the ritual to bind Thal'Azar forever, knowing it will require a sacrifice from her own bloodline, or risk the awakening of an ancient god capable of destroying humanity. As the walls of the city crumble, Evelyn confronts her darkest fears, the weight of her lineage, and a shocking revelation that could change the world as she knows it. But when the ritual is completed, Evelyn finds herself no longer the woman she was. The entity is not destroyed-it has transferred into her. With Thal'Azar's consciousness now fused with her own, Evelyn must confront a new terror: a life bound to the abyss, forever. The Abyss Within is a heart-pounding psychological thriller that blends suspense, horror, and mystery. With a captivating mix of ancient secrets, betrayal, and personal demons, this tale will leave you questioning what lies beneath the surface-and what might be waiting for you to uncover it.
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.”
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
"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."
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.