"I Emma DRACKSON, hereby, reject you, Derek, Alpha of the Blue Moon's Pack as my mate." Derek's eyes twitched, and his fists balled, but Emma was far from being done. "Don't ever search for me for whatever reason. I never want to see you again all the days of my life. If I ever find any of your people spying on me, I will kill them, or better, I will burn them alive. Do you understand what I just said?" She asked when she was done. But Derek was mute. Melvina tried talking, but Emma shut her up with a wave of her hand." I'm disappointed in you, Melvina. So, keep shut." She stated in anger, not minding the murmurings from the crowd. She knew why, but she didn't care.Melvina wasn't her Luna.****Emma, a 17 years old gutsy teenager is shipped off to southern England by her Dad to complete her college studies; a strategic punishment to tame her wild behavior. On reaching there, she discovers that half of the campus population were paranormal creatures, she thought only existed in comic books and novellas. She also discovered that she wasn't really her father's daughter, but was kept by him because of an oath made to a hidden lover. What happens when she uncovers the fact that she wasn't the average human girl, rather a fulfilled prophecy; a reincarnated queen mated to an Alpha wolf. What path does she choose when she is rejected by the Alpha wolf in the face of grueling circumstances?
"Bloodugering Hell!" Emma screamed, moving back ten steps away from the dusty cupboard she had tried to clean, while staring apprehensively at the lone cockroach that had made its way out of the cupboard in response to her simulative clean up process. The cockroach negligent of her scaredy face, scurried back into the dusty cupboard, leaving no trace behind.
Skimming her slender fingers through her deep red hair, while staring at the little opening where the cockroach had passed through, Emma heaved a sign of relief. She tossed the now dusty brown rag on the floor which she had used earlier to clean out the kitchen table that stood near the morphy sink, and trudged tiredly to the window which stood at the far end of the kitchen, overlooking the thick dark forest.
Emma watched keenly from the slightly broken window, at a rabbit which hopped from one forest climber to another. And for a minute, she wondered whether the wild animals left the forest range, to harrass the indwellers. She winced at the thought, hoped positively that it was not so. For she hated animals, snakes mostly. The only animals that had survived her taddy hate, was Claire's dog, and that was because it had saved them from buglary last summer.
Turning away from the uncomfortable view, Emma looked around the messy kitchen and sighed again for the umpteenth time.
"What in the bloody hell am I doing here?" She asked herself loudly, as she rubbed her nose intermittently, walking towards a wooden seat she had cleaned out earlier.
Squinching her face, a sigh of the discomfort she felt for standing for quite a long time, Emma sat down on the seat, dusting her hands off each other. She had no strength to clean the cupboard again.
'No, not after seeing that lame cockroach', she thought, muttering to herself. And so dipping her hand into the rectangular front pocket of her faded blue ripped jeans, she brought out her phone, or her sister's phone rather.
Amelia had slipped the phone into her hands, while no one was watching as she packed her last luggage into the car. And when she had tried to talk her out of it, even though she had prayed earnestly inwardly at the moment that Amelia should let her have it, her sister had hushed her, pointing towards their father while telling her that she would get a new one the next day. In a bid to boot the whippy samsung phone on, Emma remembered that her father had been issuing orders over his phone to whomsoever had this godforsaken house.
The white coloured house, a two bedroom bungalow, would have been beautiful if it had not being left desolate for whatever number of years, she thought. The kitchen needed new cupboards, the sink looked so unflattering with those hideous brown and black stains on it, the plates were broken, and the whole area was just so dusty. The sitting room and the two bedrooms were worse off with dangling ceilings and damaged furniture.
Emma didn't know how to go about them. She also didn't know anybody here who could really do the house well.
"How could Papa send me here?" Emma thought in annoyance.
She still couldn't get rid of the thought. No matter how hard she had tried to, it still kept coming back, ever since her movement to England got real, ever since she got on the plane without nobody following her up.
Although she had always believed that she was adopted, a notion for which her mother spanked her for, the last time she had said it loudly, Emma thought this was way over the board.
This wasn't right. For ever since she could remember, she had always kept up with her father's weird actions, trying to please him, no matter the circumstance, not minding the sacrifice it would cost her. But still, compared to the way he treated Amelia, she was shit. And now this.
"This is the height of it all" Emma said to herself.
"How can he ship me half way across the world for what I did? I didn't kill someone,Jesus!
I just..uhhh!". Emma screamed out in frustration, kicking and shooting out her legs at the dense air.
"How will I cope? I don't even know anyone here.
And how will I clean up this mess of a house that looks like an abandoned drug house?
I haven't lifted a broom before in my entire life! Oh shit I'm doomed" Emma wondered aloud, while chewing on her lower lips, shaking her legs vigorously.
She switched on the Samsung made phone, and as it turned on, she gave a silent thanks to Amelia for removing the lock in the phone. Her sister's obsession with phone locks and pattens still baffled her; she even locked her contacts. Emma smiled a little, she had missed her sister. At least Amelia stood up for her most times, when her mom couldn't.
A message popped into the phone. It could only be Amelia,she thought. Her parents didn't know of her owning a phone now. Her Dad had seized her phone, with the intent to return it in 3months time, when he would visit her. Shaking her head sadly in thought, Emma wondered how he could believe that she could survive without a phone till then.
"Old grumpy" She mused, and tapped the blue message icon.
Opening the message, it read "hey red sis,@british county yet? How's the house, have you checked out the campus yet, I heard it's quite cool..."
" Campus??" Emma muttered to herself, not taking note of the nickname which her sister had called her in the message. A name she hated, and had made her sister quit calling it to her, by dropping spiders in her school shoes in Grade 8.
Her eyes widening as she tried to decipher the place of campus on the text, Emma cursed again for the hundredth time as she remembered, while tossing the phone on the table behind her. She had almost forgotten that she was meant to attend the most prestigious university in the british county.The Lakers University.
She had received the acceptance letter two weeks ago, while cleaning her RMX bike in preparation for the bike race downtown. The letter had at that time, also served as a reality-check, that she was actually leaving Florida in two weeks time to a British county she knows nothing of.
Resting her back on the table behind, Emma remembered the school's resumption date on the letter. She should be resuming on the first Monday of the month, which is two days from now. And so contemplating on how to set things in order, she surveyed the dirty kitchen again and cursed loudly.
Mia, an omega without the wolf gene, endures years of torment and bullying by the Lycan King's triplets. Left for dead after being framed and beaten by them, she is saved by a witch who trains her in ancient magic. Now, seven years later, Mia returns with a revenge plan that could unleash darkness in the world. But a twist awaits—the news of her true identity and the fact that her biggest bully, the ruthless eldest son of the Lycan King, is her mate. As secrets unravel, Mia faces a choice: continue on her quest for vengeance or embrace love for peace. What path will she choose? A gripping tale of power, revenge, and an unexpected bond in a world on the brink of chaos.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
"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.