In a humble village, young Jane Woods' life is shattered at the tender age of six when a tragic accident claims the lives of her farmer parents. Their tomato-laden trailer careens off the road, bursting into flames upon impact and leaving no survivors. Orphaned and inconsolable, Jane is forced to live with her cruel aunt Betty and uncle Pat, who resent caring for a child not of their blood. Over the next decade, Jane endures a life of drudgery and maltreatment. She is subjected to endless chores, long hours toiling in the tomato fields, meager food rations, and harsh punishments from her heartless guardians. Her tiny frame remains frail and sickly, a mere shadow of the vibrant girl she once was. When Jane turns sixteen, the village is set astir by a mysterious visitor - an aide to the king, searching in secret for a bride for the kingdom's heir, eighteen-year-old Prince Dubois. The once handsome and lively prince fell into a vegetative state two years ago after a devastating riding accident. A witch foretells that only the kiss of true love from his wife can revive him. Seizing the opportunity for wealth, Jane's repugnant uncle Pat agrees to sell her to the king's aide, deaf to her desperate pleas. Torn from the only life she's known, Jane finds herself whisked away to the breathtaking royal palace to become Prince Dubois' wife. Initially recoiling at the prospect of marrying an unresponsive vegetable, Jane's resistance melts when she meets the kindly king, who begs her to save the kingdom by loving his son. For three years, she dutifully tends to the comatose prince, though her heart remains closed off. As the king grows impatient and considers replacing Jane with the cunning Thalia, she resolves to genuinely fall for Dubois...
The sun-warmed earth felt incredible beneath Jane's bare feet as she raced through the rows of tomato plants, their leaves brushing lightly against her legs. Her laughter bubbled up, bright and full of joy, resonating through the fields. Ahead of her, a butterfly-one she'd never seen before-drifted on the gentle morning breeze, its wings sparkling like they had been dusted with fairy magic.
"Oh, you're so beautiful!" Jane called out, stretching her small hands toward the enchanting creature. "Can you come a little closer, please?"
For a moment, the butterfly lingered nearby, its wings making a soft, melodic sound that seemed almost within reach. Jane felt a surge of wonder; she'd never met a butterfly that felt so personal before.
As she chased it, weaving between the plants, Jane noticed how the tomatoes glimmered like rubies under the sun. The butterfly's glow danced across their shiny surfaces, making everything feel beautifully magical.
"Jane! Sweetheart, come back for breakfast!"
Her mother's voice floated over the field, warm and inviting. Jane paused, caught between the exhilarating chase and the tempting promise of fried eggs and toast. The butterfly appeared to hover too, as if nudging her to head back.
"I'm coming, Mama!" she shouted, reluctantly breaking away from the captivating sight. As she sprinted toward the farmhouse, she thought she heard the butterfly's wings produce a gentle chiming sound, almost like it was bidding her farewell.
When she reached the farmhouse, her father greeted her with a hearty laugh. "Look at you, my little wild tomato! Did you bring half the field with you?"
Jane giggled as she suddenly realized how leaves and twigs had gotten tangled in her hair. Her mother clicked her tongue, feigning disapproval, although her eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Oh, Jane," her mother sighed, gently plucking a leaf from her daughter's messy hair. "What are we going to do with this wild mane of yours? It's like a jungle up there!"
Her father chuckled and affectionately ruffled her hair again. "Don't change a thing, pumpkin. That wild hair of yours is just brimming with sunshine and adventure."
As her parents exchanged playful banter, Jane's mind wandered back to that enchanting butterfly. Would it still be waiting for her after breakfast, eager for another chase through the tomato fields? The memory of the butterfly's dazzling wings and sweet sounds warmed her heart, rivaling the love she felt from her parents.
"Can I go back to the field after breakfast?" Jane asked, practically bouncing in her seat. "I made a new friend!"
Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Another imaginary friend?"
"No, Mama! A real butterfly! It was so pretty, and it made music!"
Her parents shared a knowing glance above her head, clearly attributing her excitement to her imaginative nature. But Jane was sure of what she had seen. As she followed them into the farmhouse, the scents of fresh bread and love wrapped around her, and deep down, she felt something truly magical had just entered her life.
The Woods family gathered around their beloved oak table, steam swirling up from bowls of hearty oatmeal. Jane's legs swung back and forth, barely brushing the floor as she took a spoonful.
"Mama, Papa, guess what I'm doing today?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, a drop of milk hanging from her chin.
Her father leaned in with a teasing grin. "Let me guess... are you planning to dig a tunnel to the neighboring kingdom?"
Jane laughed, shaking her head. "No, silly! I'm going to build a house for the butterfly!"
Her mother reached across the table, gently wiping her chin with a napkin. "A house for the butterfly? That sounds like such a lovely project, sweetheart."
"Uh-huh! I'll use twigs and leaves to make it super cozy," Jane explained, her hands moving animatedly as she illustrated her ideas. "Maybe if I make it nice enough, the butterfly will decide to stay forever!"
Her parents exchanged loving glances, their eyes twinkling with amusement.
"That's very thoughtful of you, pumpkin," her father said, ruffling her hair again. "But first, how about you help your old man load up the trailer? We've got a busy day ahead at the market."
Jane's face lit up. "Can I really help? I promise to be super careful with the tomatoes!"
Her mother chuckled softly. "Of course, sweetie. Just keep an eye on those little fingers of yours."
As they finished breakfast, Jane couldn't stop wondering if the butterfly would want to live in her garden. Maybe it had a family too, just like hers. That thought filled her with excitement for the day ahead.
Outside, the sun climbed higher as Jane's parents began loading crates of ripe tomatoes onto the old wooden trailer. The air was rich with the earthy scent of fresh produce and the thrill of a lively day at the market.
"Here, Papa!" Jane called, gripping a wrench almost as long as her arm. "Is this the one you need?"
Her father beamed, wiping the sweat from his brow. "That's perfect, pumpkin. You're already a pro with the tools."
Jane beamed with pride as she handed over the wrench, fascinated by how her father tightened the bolts on the trailer hitch with such ease.
"Mama, can I help you too?" Jane asked, turning to her mother, who was carefully arranging the crates.
"Of course, sweetie," her mother replied, brushing flour-covered hands on her apron. "Could you pass me those smaller baskets? We'll tuck them snugly in between the big crates."
As Jane rushed to help, a little worry crept in. "Will the tomatoes be okay on the bumpy road, Mama? What if they get scared?"
Her mother softy reassured her. "Oh, honey, that's so sweet of you. Don't worry; we'll make sure they're safe and cozy, just like we tuck you in at night."
Jane nodded, helping to nestle the baskets into place and whispering calming thoughts to the tomatoes, assuring them they were in for a grand adventure.
Soon, the old pickup truck roared to life, sputtering briefly before settling into a rhythmic hum. Jane climbed into the middle seat, snuggled between her parents, clutching her cherished rag doll tightly.
"Ready for our big adventure, pumpkin?" her father asked, smiling as he shifted into gear.
Jane nodded, her pigtails bouncing with excitement. "Yes, Papa! But will Mr. Whiskers be okay all alone?"
Her mother laughed, smoothing Jane's wild hair. "Don't worry, sweetie. That old tomcat is probably curled up in your bed right now, dreaming of catching mice."
As they drove down the dusty road, Jane pressed her nose against the window, watching the scenery blur past. The trailer creaked and groaned behind them, its wheels rattling over the bumpy ground.
"Listen to that racket," her father joked, shaking his head. "Sounds like we've got an orchestra back there."
Jane giggled at the image of the tomatoes putting on a musical show. "Maybe they're singing for us, Papa!"
The warm summer breeze flowed through the open windows, bringing with it the sweet, earthy scent of ripe tomatoes. Jane inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar aroma that always reminded her of home.
"Mmm," her mother sighed happily. "There's nothing like the smell of fresh tomatoes, is there? I could bottle it up and wear it as perfume."
Jane scrunched her nose in response. "Mama, you'd smell like spaghetti sauce!"
Laughter filled the cab, blending with the rhythmic sounds of the journey. Jane felt a wave of happiness wash over her, feeling safe and loved nestled between her parents.
Suddenly, the truck lurched violently. Jane's stomach dropped as the vehicle careened sharply to one side.
"Hold on!" her father shouted, gripping the steering wheel.
Everything outside turned into a chaotic blur. Jane clutched her doll tighter, her heart racing.
"Papa, what's happening?" she yelled, but her voice was lost in the overwhelming noise.
In an instant, the truck tipped over. Jane felt herself tumble, her parents' frantic voices echoing around her. The sickening crunch of metal crumpling reverberated through her small body.
And then, silence. Just for a moment, everything felt frozen.
Moments later, a crackling sound filled the air. Through the shattered window, Jane saw angry flames reaching toward the overturned trailer, licking hungrily at the spilled tomatoes.
"Mama? Papa?" she whimpered, her voice shaking with fear.
There was no response, just the rising roar of flames consuming their precious cargo, their dreams, all going up in smoke before Jane's terrified eyes.
"Hi, yes you aren't dreaming, it's the chubby Kelly," I say inwardly as I see the unhappy face expression of Jason who is disheartened. The guests laugh at us. They call our couple all sort of names. "The prince charming and the pancakes' eater Kelly" is one I can sadly remember." "I, Jason Bentley of the South pack, reject you Kelly Thompson as my mate and the Luna Queen," he declared fiercely. *** Kelly Thompson, an eighteen-year-old curvaceous and wolfless she-wolf, has been quietly admiring Jason Bentley, the heir apparent to the throne of the dominant South pack, for a number of years. Unfortunately for Kelly, she doesn't get the same attention in return from Alpha heir Jason, as the handsome daughter of his old father's Gammas, Betty Nord, is already the love of the pack's future Alpha. But, the plump Kelly has an advantage over the skinny Betty because of a strong vow made by Jason's father, the Alpha King Don Bentley, that his son will marry the daughter of his Betas who gave their lives two years ago in a fight against the North pack's fiercest adversaries in order to preserve the life of the Alpha heir. But clearly, nothing goes as smoothly as Kelly imagines.
"Diana!" The sharp voice of the Luna broke through my thoughts. "Get in here and clean this mess up!" "You call this clean? What kind of worthless creature are you?" "I'm trying my best, Luna," I whispered, avoiding her piercing gaze. I could feel the heat of her anger radiating from her like a storm waiting to unleash its fury. "Your best isn't good enough!" she spat, stepping closer... I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Please, I-" "Enough!" she shouted, cutting me off. "You think you deserve pity? You're lucky to even be here. Remember that, or I'll make you regret it." "Leave her alone, Luna." I glanced back, my breath catching in my throat as I met the gaze of Alpha Kael. His dark hair framed his chiseled face, and those deep blue eyes held a mixture of authority and something softer that made my heart flutter. "She's a servant," the Luna hissed. "She deserves to be treated as such." ----- Eighteen-year-old Diana Foley became a rogue after the beta of her pack killed her parents, the Silver Moon Pack's Alpha and Luna. Following her escape, Diana is taken in by another pack, the Dark Shadow Pack, where she is relegated to a mere servant and mistreated by the Luna. She later discovered that her fated mate is the Alpha of her new pack but he rejects her... How does Diana face her rejection? Read this enthralling fantasy romance story and let yourself be transported into a world full of surprises!
In the heart of the mysterious Katanga forest, a society of werewolves thrived under the ruthless rule of Alpha Paul Okunde. On Pamela Koppa's eighteenth birthday, the overweight Omega faced the cruelest rejection from the imposing Alpha she secretly admired. Deeming her weak and useless, Paul expelled Pamela from the lavish palace, sending her back to the modest cabin of her scolding father. Quietly enduring the sting of rejection, an unexpected chance at love arose for Pamela through the affections of the Beta twin brothers, Tom and Samba Akong. The intelligent but ferocious twins deeply cared for the curvaceous Pamela, fighting viciously for her love and straining their once-unbreakable bond. Their younger sister Lola, a stunning she-wolf destined to become the Alpha's Luna, accused the "lazy fat Omega servant" of bewitching her brothers with her generous assets. When Lola manipulated Paul into banishing Pamela from pack lands, the heartbroken Omega became a lone rogue werewolf. Only her inner wolf Shily guided Pamela as she spent two harsh years surviving violent attacks from rival packs in the unforgiving wilderness. Over time, she shed weight and honed her fighting skills, transforming into a formidable she-wolf. Meanwhile, Alpha Paul's inability to conceive an heir with the barren Lola drove him to seek a new, beautiful mate from a foreign pack. During his journey, he encountered an alluring lone wolf bathing nude in a forest stream. Instantly smitten by her beauty, the Alpha courted her gently and romantically, a striking change from his usual brutish ways. Unrecognizable after her dramatic transformation, Pamela accepted Paul's proposal under the false name "Jelly," intending to secretly enact her revenge. Upon returning to the Leopards' palace, the pack marveled at their Alpha's new princess, except the scorned Lola. When Jelly gave birth to Paul's son Lim, he finally banished Lola, cementing Jelly as the new Luna. However, a vengeful Lola revealed Jelly's true identity as Pamela to Tom and Samba. Disbelieving his Betas' claims, Paul rashly ordered his general Amon to kill the brothers when they tried to expose Pamela's deceit. Though Tom and Samba escaped, they rallied outcasts to help reclaim the throne. Warned by Pamela, Paul and his loyal warriors, led by Amon, decimated the twins' forces in an epic, magical battle of shifting werewolf forms and bloodshed. After the victorious clash, Pamela finally confessed her identity to a horrified Paul. Ashamed at his past cruelty, the Alpha begged forgiveness, blaming his anger and vowing to be a better mate. Pamela pardoned him, and they wed in a lavish forest ceremony celebrating the pack's new Luna with revelry and ancient rituals. Under the united leadership of Paul and Pamela, the Leopards Pack ushered in an era of peace and acceptance, allowing all werewolves to take pride in their true forms. The once-reviled Omega had achieved her destiny through courage, cunning and the incredible power of transformation.
In the bustling city of Palmer, a striking beauty named Jane Hart lived a life of modest means with her father Mark, a retired construction worker. Despite her impoverished background, Jane's goddess-like physique - slim, svelte, with black tresses, brown eyes, and baby's skin - belied her station as a mere waitress struggling to make ends meet. One fateful day, while working as a cleaner at an art gallery, Jane's path crossed with that of Brandon Harrington, the heir to a prominent crude oil empire. Brandon was instantly captivated by Jane's ethereal beauty, and struck up a conversation about art that revealed her unexpected depth of knowledge. Recognizing her potential, he offered her a job as his secretary. Jane eagerly accepted, and on her first day, her beauty mesmerized the entire office, including Brandon himself. As they grew closer, an undeniable attraction blossomed between them, much to the chagrin of Brandon's long-time colleague Isabella Normand, who became consumed with jealousy. When news of their budding romance reached Brandon's aristocratic parents, Edward and Evelyn Harrington, they were appalled at the prospect of their son consorting with a woman of such low birth. Determined to put an end to the affair, they hired a private investigator who uncovered Jane's sordid past as a former prostitute, a desperate means of survival she had long since left behind. Devastated by the revelation, Brandon found himself torn between his love for Jane and the demands of his formidable parents, who insisted he break off the engagement and marry the more socially acceptable Isabella Normand, whose father was a valued business associate. Reluctantly, Brandon acquiesced, shattering Jane's heart and casting her back into poverty. Undeterred, Jane invested her meager savings into launching her own fashion company, a long-held dream that blossomed into remarkable success. However, fate had more twists in store as a financial crisis struck, decimating the Harrington empire and leaving Brandon and Isabella destitute. In a cruel twist of fate, Brandon found himself seeking employment at Jane's thriving fashion house, where he was granted an interview – only to come face-to-face with his former love. Despite the pain of their past, Jane's forgiving nature prevailed, and she hired Brandon as an accountant. But their reunion was short-lived, as Jane's new, wealthy companion grew increasingly possessive and abusive, culminating in a shocking public assault witnessed by Brandon. Outraged, Brandon intervened, reigniting the spark between him and Jane as her companion stormed off, their engagement shattered once more. Seizing the opportunity, the impoverished Brandon rekindled his relationship with Jane, harboring ulterior motives to exploit her wealth and regain his former opulence. Yet Jane's friend warned her of Brandon's deceitful plans, prompting her to hire a private investigator who uncovered Brandon's embezzlement of company funds. Confronted with the truth, Jane was forced to face the harsh reality of Brandon's betrayal. He was swiftly prosecuted and imprisoned, leaving Jane heartbroken but ultimately free to find true love and happiness with her reconciled companion. Together, they married and welcomed a beautiful daughter, a testament to Jane's resilience and the triumph of her unwavering spirit over the adversities that once threatened to consume her.
"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.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
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.”