Learning about a magnificent, magical treasure, Ethan Draycott-a spiteful tech millionaire with a secret heart-accidentally summons forth Seraphina, the dethroned and cursed queen of the fairies. Having to stay in his universe until she finds her "true love," Seraphina hates depending on Ethan. But when two worlds meet, Ethan's commercial sense and Seraphina's lost magical skill present an interesting team-building challenge. Negotiating corporate backstabbing and the resurgence of long-standing magical enemies, the two learn perhaps that love is the strongest skill of all.
Over the large ballroom, the stunning chandelier in the Harrington Auction House created a kaleidoscope of lighting. Richness and strength permeated the space, the whisper of silence blending with the odd clink of champagne glasses. Ethan Draycott, the youngest billionaire in the software sector, set himself apart from the rest by focusing exclusively on the stage as the gavel of the auctioneer broke against the polished platform set.
Declared the auctioneer, "Lot 47," his voice growing to demand attention, "a rare artifact, believed to be an ancient relic from the late mediaeval period." Starting at a hundred thousand dollars.
Ethan leaned back in his chair and steepled fingers closing his eyes. Among the priceless objects and artwork, the crystalline sphere-hardly lit by the stage lights-seemed out of context. It shimmered with an odd appeal, as though its hidden center was known. Though he lacked superstitious tendencies, something about it captivated him.
Two hundred thousand responded from across the hall.
Ethan hesitated silently then gestured everyone in the room toward "Three hundred."
Ethan's name preceded him not only as a commercial leader but also as a man who hardly made quick decisions among whispers humming through the assembly.
The bidding increased, but Ethan remained cool and masterfully outwitted his rivals with careless certainty. His one million dollar bid silence the crowd by the time the gavel landed.
Ethan glanced at the treasure now resting on the brilliant black desk of his apartment late that evening. Although he concentrated just on the orb, the city's lights swirled across the floor to-celly windows behind him. It pulsed gently, almost invisibly, just as life does.
Always asking questions, he said, "What secrets are you hiding?"
He took it up, the cool surface just warming in his hand. Every square inch of the chamber changed at once. Once closed windows let a blast of wind over the fluttering lights. Ethan stopped, his grasp on the ball tightening as a terrible buzz shot blasted across the field.
Ethan lunched backward to cover his eyes from the blazing artifact. In the middle of his desk stood someone lowering the lamp.
Her golden hair swirled in waves, her airy, piercing, unearthly emerald eyes reflected something. Clung to her body, a robe of bright silver cloth sent an intensity that set the air surrounding her flame.
Her voice sang, melodic and forceful, "Who dares summon me?"
Blinking, Ethan's analytical mind sought out reason. Ask you? I caught myself not calling anyone. Where you presently work, what are you working on and with whom?
Her eyes closed and her countenance changed from wrath to doubt as the woman cast about. She said, almost to herself, "This... This is not my domain." Her eyes stayed on the ball still in Ethan's hands. You as well! You switched on the curse of Orithia!
What? Ethan asked, wriggled, then backed off gently.
She pointed to the sphere and then flowed with the elegance of water. That relic dropped me down here. A mortal folly only could dare to awaken its might.
Ethan's need for control took front stage. "Listen, woman-whatever your identity is-I believe in neither magic nor curses. Would this maybe be an advanced fraud-that is, "
"Scam?," she said, laughing harshly and unpleasantly. "You people are exactly the same anywhere. Not sure the underlying causes of your loss of control. yet, this... She moved with her own hand. There is not any fraud here. You humans slaves; I am Queen of the Fae.
Ethan moved around his business trying to understand her remarks. Standing at her desk, Seraphina exuded royal grace despite her wild look.
"Let me get this straight," Ethan remarked at last. You say you are a fairy queen, cursed and imprisoned inside this sphere, and now you are stuck here thanks to me?
Furious, Seraphina yelled, her tolerance failing.
Ethan, clearly dubious, ran his dark hair between his hands. This is just ridiculous. There is magic nowhere on Earth.
Rising from her with emerald eyes blazing was Seraphina. Then incredibly carefully explain why I am here. Describe why your priceless technology cannot reverse what has been done. She waved over the space, a little power tremor dancing in the air.
Ethan's eyes strayed to his computer screen, black since she arrived. His well controlled life seemed to be spiraling out of control.
At last he said, "Fine," sharply releasing air. "Let's pretend, for arguments sake, you are who you say you are.'" From me, especially regarding what exactly you are looking for?
Her demeanor softened, but little. "I want freedom," her answer was. "This curses links me to your planet till...." She stopped to catch her voice faltering.
Of what?
"Until I find true love," she continued, "the respectful comments seem."
Ethan wrinkled his brow. " sincere love?" That makes sense. I dropped totally for you; this is the part we lead gladly always after. His voice came out as nasty.
Seraphina started to rotate her brushes. Not a fairy tale; I want none of your mortal emotions. Your difficulties are less than those in my cell, hence the curse is not strong.
One could surely feel suspense in the room. Ethan corrected his body and opened his arms. Should you so want it, you will have to fight for freedom. I reject your point of view, hence I reject either actual or otherwise love.
Neither do I trust you, Seraphina shot back. "But it seems that fate rules us whether or not we like it."
For a minute neither talked since their circumstances collapsed on them. Not at all like the city lights flickering outside the glass was the hazy anarchy within the chamber.
At last Ethan yelled out against the hush. " Alright, Princess of the Fae. Let us tackle this from backward. One thing is clear: you have limited power here. We use my approach; my universe is what we know.
Her mouth opened to a contemptuous smile. About that, mortal, we will see.
The strange duo was about to start adventure neither had planned as the clock struck midnight.
The room seemed to be charged. Ethan turned aside and raised his arms. Should you so want it, you will have to fight for freedom. I reject your point of view, hence I reject either actual or otherwise love.
Neither do I trust you, Seraphina shot back. "But it seems that fate rules us whether or not we like it."
For a minute neither talked since their circumstances collapsed on them. Not at all like the city lights flickering outside the glass was the hazy anarchy within the chamber.
At last Ethan yelled out against the hush. "Alright, Princess of the Fae. Let us tackle this from backward. One thing is clear: you have limited power here. We work using my approach; this is my universe.
The mouth of Seraphina expanded to a sardonic smile. "We will find out about that, mortal.
Ethan was not responding; the sphere on his desk started to pulsate angrily and its bland glow darkened red. As a quick pulse of vigor tore across the room, both of them fell.
"What is the devil doing now?" Ethan boomed then corrected himself exactly at the desk.
The face of Seraphina became white, panic widening her eyes. The ball is calling forth still another person. Something.
The penthouse's windows broke outward in a vast flash of light and wind, as though in response. Ethan had shills run down his spine as a loud, guttural scream ripped across the evening air.
Her speech pauses. "whatever you have awaken," remarked Seraphina, "it's not just me."
Savannah Carlisle was marrying a billionaire heir for security, or so she thought. Yet on her wedding night, she finds herself waking next to the wrong twin - and her signature is already tied to the Pennington dynasty's deepest secrets. Now imprisoned in a mansion of lies, Savannah learns that she's been seeded with an heir long before she says, "I do." Her womb isn't hers. Her name has been rewritten. And the man who really possesses her is ringless - he wears her silence. By then, with a fabricated contract, a lost memory, and a media empire built on illusion, Savannah must untangle a legacy where love is leverage, and escape may cost everything, including the child she didn't sign up to bear.
"I was raised to be a queen. But I was sold to be a concubine." Lois Frazer was born a member of House Valtara and grew up believing the throne was her birthright. But on the day of her coronation, Steve Reynolds, a former childhood friend and avowed protector, turns brother with a bloodless coup. Instead of killing her, Steve holds Lois in the palace - but not as a queen. He demotes her status by calling her a concubine, a trophy to be bent to his will and make his claim. But Steve's perverse kind of devotion conceals a deeper, ambivalent hunger - he doesn't just want her throne; he wants her. Unwilling to give up, Lois engineers her own resurrection to power, forging flimsy alliances and using even her captor's affections against him. In a kingdom swirling with political turmoil, forbidden desires and shifting loyalties, will Lois win back the crown - or will she ruin herself and the man who betrayed her?
Vesper Bloodmoon is a princess hidden away from her own kingdom, cursed with the mythic power of the Devouring Moon, the goddess that devours the wolf gods themselves. Both feared and shunned, she is reduced to secrecy until her father's death launches a maelstrom of political ambition, divine wrath and romantic entanglement. As the kingdom's devoted High Priest, Draven Nightfang knows the gods' laws better than anyone, and when he learns the truth about Vesper, their bond could shatter aeons of divine dominion or unleash a fierce power beyond anyone's control. In a world of worship, war, and fate, their love crucibles the one hope-or the final curse-to swallow gods.
"You left us," muttered Lucas, his eyes ablaze with betrayal and fury. "You should have stuck with us." As she stood there in the moonlit clearing during the Bonding Ceremony, her heart broke, and Lucas chose the other girl, casting Anya aside, forever forsaken. Her heart was aflame with pain and resilience as his words resounded through her. The Blackwood Pack was paralyzed by terror as evil Alpha, Elias of Shadowfang, unleashed evil to destroy their beloved home. In the chaos, Anya discovered her unique powers shining like a beacon. Driven to flee her splintering household, Anya sets out for Hidden Sanctuary, a mystical realm of refuge and knowledge. She meets Caleb, a noble warrior of the neutral pack with a mysterious past and a secret ambition. Anya and Caleb try to figure out what they want from each other as they expose secrets that could break their reality, even though they don't completely trust each other. Anya's most trusted confidantes, including her closest friend Lila, betray her, risking their mission. Anya digs into her ancient lineage and the prophecy inextricably tied to her fate. Both occur simultaneously, and both conclude the world. As Elias' wrath intensifies and the fate of every werewolf pack lies in the balance, Anya must harness her power, foster deep bonds, and face her darkest demons. Anya and Caleb have a life-defining decision: will love prevail over the ultimate sacrifice as the final battle approaches? Will Anya overcome her rejection and lead her people to victory, or will betrayal and war swallow them both?
On the cusp of their anniversary, Sophia Blake senses the widening gap between her and her billionaire husband, Julian Sterling. What she thought was the pinnacle of love and security reveals itself as a fragile dream. When she stumbles upon questionable dealings and deep-seated betrayal, it ignites her resolve to break free. In her quest to redefine herself, she embarks on creating a visionary tech startup-"InnoBliss." Meanwhile, Julian struggles to reconcile professional obligations and the emotional distance that has hardened around his heart. A cunning rival emerges, tangling them further in corporate battles. But from heartbreak's embers arise second chances-if both can confront buried feelings, unearth honest intentions, and decide what truly matters.
Lyra, the mortal researcher, hopes her life will run out, so she presents the enigmatic Dragon King Kael as a sacrifice bride. Instead, she discovers that Kael intends not to let her escape; her blood carries the key to an ancient curse that seals dragons to death. Lyra had to choose between the human kingdom that turned on her and a celestial revolution designed to wipe out the planet. Either she would become a puppet in their hands or revolt against gods and dragons to help define her own fate.
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?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
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?
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.