When Nolan met Danielle, he wasn't expecting anything. Truly nothing. To him, it was just another night, one more moment in a perfectly organized life, dictated by a meticulously crafted five-year plan. He had everything mapped out: his studies, his internship, his first job, then marriage to a proper girl chosen from his narrow circle of acquaintances. But that night, everything changed. Because she was there. Danielle. Sultry. Sexy. Tattooed. She was everything Nolan was not. She burned with an intensity he had never known. While he calculated every step, she rushed in headfirst, guided by instinct. Nolan was a virgin, discreet, reserved. She was a sex goddess, a free spirit, confident, untamed. He was terrified of needles. She laughed at that, her arms adorned with tattoos that told stories he couldn't even imagine. Coming from a wealthy background, Nolan lived according to the strict expectations of his parents, following a carefully written script. He never strayed from the path laid out for him. Danielle, too, came from an affluent family, but she had rejected everything that came with it. The social events, the obligations, the appearances. She had cut ties with her overbearing, overly perfect mother. Danielle wanted to live without limits, without attachments, without rules. That was before she met Nolan. This shy, cute, awkward boy... He intrigued her. He made her laugh. He threw her off balance. Danielle, used to easy and predictable flings, couldn't understand why this boy-so different-captivated her so much. He changed the way she saw the world, the way she saw love. But will she... change his?
Chapter 01
« You're such a weenie. » I said, tossing a handful of popcorn into my mouth and chewing loudly, teasing my best friend Annabelle. The moment we'd been waiting for had finally arrived-movie night.
Annabelle rolled her eyes dramatically, her gaze fixed on the TV screen, where the opening credits of Dear John were already rolling. She let out a long sigh, her voice a mix of exasperation and disbelief. « I don't even know how you have so many tattoos. Even getting one scares the Jesus out of me. »
I grinned, winking at her. « Yeah, well, you know me. Once I get started on something, there's no stopping. » I adjusted my seat, leaning back into the couch as I stretched my legs out in front of me. I didn't mind my tattoos-they were part of me, a way to express who I was. It was always a bit of a shock when people first saw them, especially when they caught the one on my wrist, or the sleeve creeping up my arm. But I'd gotten used to it.
Annabelle, on the other hand, was as straight-laced as they come. It was like we were opposites in every possible way. She had her long, natural blonde hair tied back in a simple ponytail, her pristine outfit a far cry from my band tee and ripped jeans. And here she was, wiping her eyes as she sniffled at the tragic love story playing out on-screen. I couldn't help but laugh.
« You're crying over this? » I chuckled, tossing another piece of popcorn into my mouth.
She glared at me with a mock-serious expression, wiping at her eyes. « Shut up. It's emotional! You just don't get it. »
Before I could tease her further, the peace was shattered. Music blasted through the room, and I almost choked on the popcorn I'd just thrown in my mouth. My hand shot out to grab my phone, glancing at the screen, but I didn't recognize the number.
« Hello? » I answered, trying to swallow the popcorn that had lodged itself in my throat.
The voice on the other end made my stomach drop, as it always did. My mother.
« You are getting home right this minute! » Her voice was sharp, cold, and full of anger. It sliced through the air like a knife. Every word felt like a command, a reprimand waiting to happen.
I sighed, glancing over at Annabelle, who looked at me curiously. « I'm having my sleepover with Annabelle, remember? I told you. You were fine with it. »
My mother's reply came like a force of nature. « I don't care. You need to be here right now. »
I tried to reason with her, but there was no changing her mind once she'd made it up. « Mom, it's just one night. Can't you chill out for once? I'm not doing anything wrong. »
She wasn't listening to me. « You're coming home now, or there will be consequences. I'm not repeating myself. »
The words she was about to say, the threats that were always there, hovered at the edge of my mind. I didn't want to hear them. I just didn't. I cut her off before she could say anything more. « Fine, I'm coming. »
Annabelle gave me a sympathetic look as I hung up the phone. I knew she could see the frustration in my eyes.
« You okay? » she asked softly.
I forced a smile, trying to make light of the situation. « Yeah. I'll be fine. Mom's just being dramatic, like always. »
We both stood up, grabbing our things. I shot her a wink. « Don't worry, I'll be back. Just gotta deal with her. » Annabelle waved me off, already engrossed in her movie again, despite the fact that she was clearly upset that I had to leave.
The drive back to my house always felt longer than it should. Maybe it was the fact that the glitzy neighborhood I lived in never really felt like home. It wasn't me. Everyone here seemed to care about their social standing more than anything else-the size of their houses, the price of their cars, the designer clothes they wore. And then there was my family. My father, a high-powered lawyer with law firms across the city, and my mother, the queen of socialites who made sure to never miss a gala or event. Everything about this neighborhood screamed perfection, and yet it left me feeling suffocated.
When I pulled into the driveway, I parked my car quickly and made my way to the front door. As usual, I hit the button on my key fob, locking my car behind me. It was a habit I had, even though I knew there was no need. No one would steal anything in this neighborhood-they were all rich enough to buy whatever they wanted. Still, it was an instinct.
The door to the house opened with an exaggerated squeak as I stepped inside. My mother was standing in the entryway, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. The box on the table caught my attention. I squinted at it, but I couldn't read the fine print from where I was standing.
Without a word, my mother dropped the box onto the table, and my stomach dropped along with it. She didn't even need to speak for me to understand something wasn't right.
I shrugged off my jacket and tossed my car keys onto the table. I could feel her gaze on me, like a laser cutting through the air.
« What's this? » I asked, raising an eyebrow as I examined the box. But when I finally saw what it was, I froze. The words were clear now.
« Pregnancy test box! » My mother snapped, her voice tight with disbelief, almost like she was daring me to argue.
I blinked at the box for a moment, my heart beating faster as I processed her words. It took me a second to regain my composure.
« I thought it was something crazy. » I muttered, trying to make light of the situation. I crossed my arms in a defensive gesture, mirroring my mother's stance as I glanced at her. I had no idea where this was going.
She wasn't having it. « You're having sex?! » Her voice rose, louder this time, and I could practically feel the judgment radiating off of her.
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. How could she even think that? I hadn't done anything like that.
I shook my head quickly, trying to clear the tension. « No! That's not mine! It's Casey's, oh my gosh! Mom, you were with me when she did the test! Don't you remember? »
She looked like she was about to say something, but I cut her off. How could she forget that day? I had literally been standing right there when Casey had come over, stressed out and panicked about the results.
My mother crossed her arms tighter, eyeing me with suspicion. I could tell she wasn't convinced. But how could she think that? This was ridiculous. I had better things to worry about than some pregnancy test.
« I'm not pregnant, Mom. I swear. »
The silence between us was thick with tension, and I could almost hear the gears turning in her head as she processed what I'd said.
Finally, my mother's lips tightened, and she nodded once. « Fine. But we're going to have a conversation about this later. »
I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. « Sure, Mom. Later. »
As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. There was more to come from this conversation, and I wasn't sure I was ready for it.
Princess A'Nae Smith was no stranger to chaos. Born and raised in Kinji, a ghetto and dangerous neighborhood where sirens were more common than lullabies, she learned early on how to survive. Tough, sharp-tongued, and never one to back down, Princess carried herself like royalty, even if the world around her tried to strip that crown away. High school was no different-it was just a battlefield with lockers. But this wasn't just any school. It was run by none other than Mafia King, 5. Ruthless, feared, and respected. His name alone could shut people up mid-sentence. And his son? Oh, he was a whole different problem. He was the definition of popularity: cocky smile, expensive shoes, and girls who followed him like he was made of gold. But Princess wasn't impressed. She didn't care about his last name, his status, or that smug look he always wore when their paths crossed. But what happens when Princess finds out he's been watching her more than she thought? That behind all that swagger, Mafia King 5's son had a secret-he was crushing hard. On her. Things in Kinji were about to get real messy.
Morgan Mayor had always known that her 17th birthday would mark a pivotal moment in her life. In the werewolf world, that was the age when your first shift happened, and with it, the discovery of your mate-the one person in the world who was meant for you. It was a tradition, a rite of passage, one that every wolf looked forward to. But nothing could have prepared Morgan for the overwhelming flood of emotions that came with it. The moment she shifted, the world around her seemed to slow down, her senses heightened as the bond between her and her mate pulsed through her, drawing her toward him. When their eyes met, she felt it, the instant recognition-the pull that drew her toward him like gravity. But instead of the warmth and comfort she had expected, the coldness in his eyes sent a shock through her body. "I don't want you," he had said, his voice flat, detached. The words hit her like a physical blow, and her heart shattered. He was supposed to be the one who made her feel whole, but instead, he rejected her without a second thought. Morgan's world crumbled in that moment. The weight of his rejection was unbearable, but there was something else, something even more devastating. A small, growing life inside her-an undeniable reminder of the bond between them. She was carrying the Alpha's daughter, and yet, she was alone. The Alpha's blood ran through her veins, but she had no claim on his heart. As she stood there, a deep ache filled her chest, and her wolf mourned, howling for the love that would never be. Everything she had hoped for, everything she had dreamed of, had been torn away in an instant.
Rae East had always cast herself off as a girl not worthy of a Mate. Her past was filled with self-doubt, and the weight of broken dreams had shaped her view of the future as nothing more than a bleak, hopeless stretch of time. She never thought she would meet someone who would make her believe otherwise, certainly not an Alpha-someone like the man her fate had so cruelly paired her with. When she first discovered that she was mated to an Alpha, it didn't feel like a blessing. The revelation left her numb, more of a curse than anything else. She didn't expect anything from the bond. She had no hope of ever truly being seen by him, much less loved. And yet, when he brought her to his pack, it was clear that she didn't belong. She wasn't a part of his world, nor did she think she would ever be. The Alpha barely acknowledged her, leaving her adrift and forgotten in a world that felt increasingly foreign. There was no purpose for her here, no place where she fit. Rae sank further into herself, each day passing like the last-empty, silent, and full of pain. Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions: the bond that tugged at her heart, the ache of longing, and the cold, relentless truth that the Alpha, the one who was supposed to complete her, showed no interest in doing so. Every night, she curled up in her bed, trying to block out the pull, but it was always there, a presence she couldn't escape. Confusion swirled around her like a thick fog. Rae tried to find meaning in the pack's activities, in the faces of the others who seemed to have their own lives, but nothing felt real. The taste of the bond was intoxicating-so much that it became impossible to ignore, and harder still to move away from. She couldn't stop wanting him, even though it seemed that the Alpha would never feel the same. She wondered if she was destined to be a ghost in his life forever, a shadow clinging to something that would never be hers. And yet, despite it all, Rae could not let go. She couldn't walk away from the Alpha, not when he held her heart so firmly in his grasp. But how could she fight for a future with someone who didn't want her?
Ivory felt the cold air press against her face as she stormed through the door, her heart pounding in her chest. The deal was done. She had been forced into this. The years of rivalry between her family and Darius Quartz's had culminated in an arrangement neither of them had ever wanted. Yet here she was, bound by a long-remembered promise between two bitter enemies, the ink barely dry on the marriage contract that would seal her fate. Heartbroken, angry, and confused, she had said yes to the first thing she heard. She should have stopped, she knew. Should have taken a moment to think it through, but what choice had she really had? Darius Quartz had been a name she had known only in passing, a man whose cold demeanor had haunted her thoughts even before their forced union. Now, she was his wife. She had hoped for something resembling happiness, something that might give her a glimpse of peace, but what she found was an endless cycle of solitude. The house felt too big, the silence too overwhelming. The routine she had followed for the last six months, with her husband absent and uncommunicative, had become a cage. Darius, always distant, had left for his training shortly after their marriage, leaving her to carry on alone. But now, he was back. Ivory had hoped that with his return, things might change. Perhaps he would take notice of her, of their marriage, and perhaps there would be some semblance of warmth between them. Instead, nothing had shifted. He had returned, silent as ever, his cold eyes offering her little more than a fleeting glance before he immersed himself in his work. They were strangers, trapped in a contract neither of them had wanted but both were bound to. Then, just as she had begun to resign herself to her lonely fate, he arrived-the one man she never thought she'd see again. Her ex. The one who had broken her heart. The one whose betrayal still stung. His presence in her life now, with all the unresolved emotions he brought with him, threatened everything. Was she really going to allow him back into her life after all this time? Marriage. Love. Both seemed like distant dreams now, at least to Ivory. At twenty, she had been forced into this union, and in the years since, she had been adrift, unsure of where her life was heading. Would Darius ever change? Would they ever find any real connection? Or was she doomed to live out her days in this suffocating, quiet misery? And now, with her ex back in the picture, things were about to get much more complicated.
Lara had always known there was something extraordinary about the night of the party. The instant she locked eyes with him, the pull was undeniable-his scent, the way he made her pulse race. She had never felt anything like it before. But the heat of the moment led to something she wasn't prepared for-a steamy night with her mate, followed by an unexpected rejection the next day. The cold words he spoke haunted her, leaving her heart shattered. But as time passed, life moved on. Or so she thought. A month later, her world shifted. The discovery that she was pregnant left her reeling. The shock of it all made her decide to keep it a secret, fearing the consequences. It wasn't until four years later, when their paths crossed again, that she realized just how much had changed. Fate was a strange thing, and sometimes, it had a way of throwing you into unexpected moments. Lara had no idea that the secrets she'd been carrying for years would soon come crashing into her reality-forcing her to face not just her past, but the future she never saw coming. Vous avez dit : Traduit en français ChatGPT a dit : Chapitre 09 : Des chemins imprévisibles Lara avait toujours su qu'il y avait quelque chose d'extraordinaire dans cette nuit de fête. Dès qu'elle croisa son regard, l'attirance fut indéniable-son parfum, la façon dont son cœur s'emballait. Elle n'avait jamais ressenti cela auparavant. Mais la chaleur de l'instant les mena à quelque chose pour lequel elle n'était pas prête-une nuit torride avec son âme sœur, suivie par un rejet inattendu le lendemain. Les mots froids qu'il avait prononcés la hantaient, laissant son cœur brisé. Mais au fil du temps, la vie continua. Du moins, c'est ce qu'elle pensait. Un mois plus tard, son monde bascula. La découverte de sa grossesse la laissa abasourdie. Le choc de cette nouvelle la poussa à garder le secret, redoutant les conséquences. Ce n'est que quatre ans plus tard, lorsqu'ils se croisèrent à nouveau, qu'elle comprit à quel point les choses avaient changé. Le destin était une chose étrange, et parfois, il avait une façon bien à lui de vous projeter dans des moments inattendus. Lara n'avait aucune idée que les secrets qu'elle avait gardés pendant des années allaient bientôt s'écraser dans sa réalité-la forçant à affronter non seulement son passé, mais aussi un avenir qu'elle n'avait jamais imaginé.
Recently single, Jayden McCartney would have preferred to skip his sister's wedding. Not because he didn't love her-he did-but because he knew exactly what was waiting for him: a flood of pitying looks, thinly veiled comments about his single status... and worse, his grandmother's desperate attempts to set him up with someone "nice." A family tradition he dreaded almost as much as dinner with his ex. The problem? Jayden was in no state to date anyone new. Not after catching his ex in someone else's arms. The very idea of a relationship made his skin crawl. So, he did what any rational man would do in his situation: he hired someone. Alexandra. Alex, the shy geek from high school, now a woman as brilliant as she was irresistible. She was supposed to play the part of the perfect girlfriend, just for the weekend. Nothing more. At least, that's what he thought... Because watching her smile, feeling her slip her hand into his so naturally-it hit him. He had a new problem: he was falling for her. And what Jayden wants, Jayden gets.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
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.
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
"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?
I'm a Luna. After three years of marriage to Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood, I'm finally pregnant with his pup. But he's unclaimed me for his first love. I'm leaving the pack with this secret, praying he never finds out. Nathaniel Blackwood is a handsome, powerful Alpha. In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, he has it all: a billion-dollar empire, untold power, a massive pack, and, most importantly, the perfect Luna. But the return of his first love shattered our marriage. When he finds out the secret I've been hiding, will he regret rejecting me? Will I ever be able to forgive him? Dive into this gripping serialized novel to find out more-Enjoy the ride!