I dedicated my whole life to God, I was always focused on my duties and my virtue, at least until the day I met him. That wasn't a part of the great church I had known before, curiosity led me deeper into what seemed to be a dungeon, and that's where I found him. Something wicked chained up, sealed in that frightening place. His name was Amon, the evil being who had dragged me into sin, made me give myself over to him, the being who had introduced me to lust.
The imposing Cathedral of Lumina rose above the city like a beacon of hope. Its gothic towers pierced the sky, and the stained glass windows cast vivid colors on the stone floor, as if divine light was ever-present. For Elara, every corner of that place was sacred. Since she could remember, she had dedicated her life to the church, embracing vows of devotion, purity, and service. She was known for her unwavering faith and her serene presence, which inspired everyone around her.
That morning, Elara was participating in a solemn ritual at the main altar. The air was perfumed with incense, mingling with the harmonious voices of the choir. As the priests chanted hymns, Elara felt an unusual peace in her heart. However, something unexpected happened. As the silver chalice was raised to consecrate the wine, a gust of wind swept through the cathedral, extinguishing the candles and bringing a chill that made everyone exchange uneasy glances.
Kneeling, Elara felt a shiver run down her spine. The wind seemed to whisper something in her ears, but she couldn't make out the words. Opening her eyes, she saw the stained glass projections forming unusual shadows on the floor. For a moment, she thought she saw a hooded figure among them, but when she blinked, the vision vanished.
After the ritual, Elara tried to shake off the discomfort, but the sensation lingered. Throughout the day, she felt a weight in her chest, as if something invisible was watching her. She decided to seek solace in prayer, but as she knelt before a small side chapel, she heard the whisper again. This time, it was clearer: "Elara..."
She stood up abruptly, looking around. The chapel was empty. Feeling confused and slightly frightened, she decided to walk through the cathedral's corridors to calm her mind. Her footsteps echoed on the ancient stones, and the candlelight flickered on the walls. That's when her eyes caught something peculiar: a door ajar in a wing that should have been locked.
Elara hesitated. That part of the cathedral was forbidden. Since joining the church, she had been instructed never to cross those doors. Stories were told that secrets of the faith's oldest truths were kept there, protected by generations of clerics. Yet something inside her-perhaps the same voice she had heard-seemed to call her forward. Against her better judgment, she pushed the door open.
The creak of the hinges echoed like a muffled scream. Beyond it lay a spiral staircase descending into the depths of the cathedral. The air was denser there, heavy with dust and dampness. Elara descended slowly, holding a candle she had found near the entrance. Each step felt colder than the last, and the silence was broken only by the sound of her breathing.
After what felt like an eternity, she reached the bottom of the staircase. What she found was a massive wooden door, dark and adorned with faintly glowing runes. Elara's heart raced. The runes seemed to pulse in response to her presence, as if they recognized something within her. Before she could think better of it, the door opened on its own, revealing a vast underground chamber.
The hall was impressive, despite its state of ruin. Gigantic pillars supported the vaulted ceiling, and the floor was covered in worn mosaics depicting battles between angelic figures and shadowy creatures. At the center stood a stone altar surrounded by intricate magical circles etched into the floor with supernatural precision. And there, in the middle of the altar, a hooded figure knelt, bound in chains and cloaked in shadows.
"Elara..." the voice called again, now clearly coming from the figure. It was deep yet seductive, laden with an authority that made her skin prickle.
She took a step forward, unable to resist the pull she felt. When the figure raised its head, the hood revealed a face seemingly carved in perfection, with eyes that glowed like embers. Despite his menacing appearance, there was something hypnotic about him.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
The figure smiled, a smile both welcoming and dangerous. "You know me, Elara. You have always known me. I am the one who was forgotten, locked here by those who fear the truth."
She stepped closer, now only a few feet from the altar. She felt torn between fear and curiosity. "Why did you call me?"
"Because you are different. You question, even if you do not admit it. I have seen the doubts in your heart, Elara. I know you feel that something is wrong with what you've been taught."
Elara stepped back slightly, as if he had touched a raw nerve. It was true that, in moments of silence, she had wondered about the inflexibility of the church, about the mysteries that were hidden. But she had never dared to voice those thoughts.
"I am a sinner just for thinking such things..." she murmured, more to herself than to him.
"No, my dear. To think is what makes us free. And freedom is what I offer you. But first, I need your help."
Before Elara could respond, his voice echoed again, deeper and laden with intent: "Come. Look closer. See what they fear."
Elara hesitated, but curiosity burned inside her like a fire. She approached the altar, her eyes fixed on the chained figure. She felt that, by crossing that invisible line, something within her would change forever.
When she finally stopped before the altar, he lifted his eyes to hers. "You are stronger than you think, Elara. And your destiny is only beginning."
The words resonated in her mind as a shadow seemed to envelop the hall. Deep down, she knew that this encounter was only the beginning of something that would change her life-and perhaps the world-forever.
In a world where humans and werewolves coexist in secrecy, Lyra, a young woman with a mysterious past, finds herself drawn to a forbidden love. When a series of strange dreams lead her to a remote forest, she encounters a pack of wolves, led by the fierce and enigmatic alpha, Kael. Torn between her human life and an undeniable connection to Kael, Lyra soon discovers that her bloodline is entwined with the ancient history of the pack. As the full moon approaches, dark forces threaten the fragile peace between the human world and the wolves. Kael must choose between his duty as alpha and the bond he shares with Lyra-one that could change the fate of both their worlds forever. In a battle for love, loyalty, and survival, Lyra must answer the call of her heart-and the call of the alpha.
Elena always felt a strange pull toward the wilderness, a whisper in her soul every time the full moon lit up the night sky. On a fateful evening, while hiking through the dense forest near her hometown, she encounters Adrian, a mysterious stranger with piercing eyes and an aura of danger. What she doesn't know is that Adrian is no ordinary man-he's the lone guardian of an ancient wolf clan, bound to protect his kind and keep their existence hidden. As Elena and Adrian's worlds collide, an undeniable passion ignites between them. But their love comes with risks: Adrian's clan views humans as a threat, and a rival pack is hunting to claim Elena for their own dark purposes. With secrets unraveling and the full moon drawing near, Elena must decide if she can trust Adrian with her heart-and if she's willing to embrace a destiny that could forever change her life. Under the glowing light of the full moon, love and fate will be tested in ways neither imagined.
Evelyn Hart was a famous actress, adored by millions and celebrated for her talent. At the peak of her career, she gave it all up for love, setting aside her dreams to support her husband, a man who always treated her as ordinary and dispensable. Trapped in a toxic and suffocating relationship, Evelyn believed her sacrifice was an act of love-until the veil of illusion began to lift. When she finally breaks free from the chains of her past, Evelyn is determined to reclaim her life and career. On her journey to redemption, she crosses paths with Viktor Kane, a dangerous and enigmatic CEO whose polished exterior conceals deep ties to the underworld. The attraction between them is undeniable, and Viktor ignites not only passion in Evelyn but also a newfound strength to confront her fears and settle the score with the man who underestimated her.
Helena Costa is drowning in debt and desperation when her cold and enigmatic CEO, Thom Bernard, offers her a shocking solution: a marriage of convenience. For Helena, it's a chance to escape financial ruin. For Thom, it's a calculated move to protect his empire. Bound by a contract, they live as strangers in a luxurious but hollow world, each guarding their emotions. Yet, as Helena glimpses Thom's hidden vulnerability, and he's drawn to her strength, their transactional relationship begins to shift. When the truth about their marriage is exposed, and Thom's career faces ruin, Helena must decide: protect herself or stand by Thom and fight for the bond they've unexpectedly built.
Alitta had always had terrible luck in love, she had always seen her friends, family and acquaintances find their predestined partners, but it seemed that her turn would never come. Without hope, one lonely night, she threw herself into the arms of an unknown man, everything went well, but what she didn't expect was that this unimportant night would bear fruit. The pregnancy was becoming more and more apparent, the discovery that the father of her child was the alpha of her pack was a great shock. She now had a choice in her hands: give up her baby or flee with her child to face everything that was to come alone.
I lived my whole life normally without even knowing the secret of my lineage. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged into a clan. The people in this clan aimed to keep an almost instinctive pack of wolves alive. They told me that I was part of this bloodline, something I could never have known because I was nothing more than a miserable orphan until they found me. I found myself at the start of a dangerous yet exhilarating journey.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"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."
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
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."
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.