What happens when two people who take care of everyone finally get taken care of? Zara Mitchel talks with her hands, laughs with her whole chest, and walks into a room like she owns the light. She has spent years being the dependable one, the oldest daughter, the problem-solver, the woman everyone calls when something goes wrong. Between building her career in New York's fashion industry and carrying the weight of her family's expectations, she doesn't have time for distractions, especially not a charming hockey player with observant eyes and a touch that makes her forget her own rules. Connor Whitfield prefers quiet to crowds and actions to words. As a professional hockey player, he's used to pressure, responsibility, and putting everyone else's needs before his own. Then Zara crashes into his life, all confidence, warmth, and sharp insight, and suddenly she's the only person he can't stop thinking about. They collide by accident and become something neither of them planned and both of them crave. The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore what's growing between them. What begins as friendship turns into longing, stolen moments, and a connection neither of them expected; and in the soft glow of New York nights, control slips first... then clothes... then every rule they swore they'd keep. How long can two people who are already acting like they love each other pretend they don't? Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

𝑀𝐼 𝒞𝐼𝐸𝐿𝒪 ♡ (𝘯) 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯

You have heard the stories before. A ruthless Alpha with a frozen heart meets a shy, innocent girl. She trembles, he growls, she heals him, and everyone decides possessiveness is romantic when the man has abs and a tragic past. Forget that story. Alpha Gabriel White is no wounded beast waiting for a delicate mate to teach him kindness. He is one of the region's most powerful Alphas, forged from discipline, ambition, and blood-soaked duty. Ruthless when necessary, calculating when others panic, and fiercely devoted to his pack, he turns warriors into legends and enemies into corpses. He has power, respect, and a legacy. He has everything a leader could desire. Everything except a mate. Then there is Angel. Sweet? Shy? Soft? Please. The last man who called her delicate reconsidered his vocabulary from a hospital bed. Angel has many names, though few dare speak them aloud: the Dark Werewolf, the Kiss of Death, the Werewolf Without a Wolf, and the title whispered most often in fear and awe... The Dark Angel. No one has seen her shift. No one knows the shape of her wolf, or whether she has one at all. Yet her strength rivals the fiercest Alphas, her speed turns battlefields into nightmares, and her silence makes warriors twice her size remember urgent business elsewhere. She is a mystery wrapped in legend, a shadow with a heartbeat, her past buried so deeply that even those closest to her know only the edge of the blade. She has power, a reputation, and everything she needs. Everything except a mate. So what happens when fate binds two people who have never bowed, never begged, and never intended to belong to anyone? What happens when one feels the mate bond strike with enough force to shake his soul, while the other feels... nothing? You have heard the stories where the shy girl heals the cruel Alpha. This time, the story goes the other way around... PS: Previously titled Alpha's Mate Is Alpha. This novel has now been renamed The Dark Angel. Thank you for reading!

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

-ˋˏ ༻𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.༺ ˎˊ- "I love you, Kalvin" His eyes enlarged at her words, and his heart was decorated by butterflies. He waited for a long to hear those words from her lips. She adored his response to her words and she regretted letting out it late. "Can you say it again Caramel?" he made a reply with euphoria. She grins at him, "I love you," she said truthfully. "Again, baby" he requested. "I love you, Kalvin" she responded. He holds her tight and buries in the crook of her neck. "God knows Caramel, how I carved for these words from you. You- you just made me a happy man in the world. No ever fucking word can describe my happiness baby. God, I love you Caramel. I love you, so much. I love you more than me" 𝑪𝑬𝑶 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ᯓᡣ𐭩 || Mature context 18+ || Author's POV Edits has to done,but you can go ahead:)

I want her to be mine and mine alone No one can have her except me "What an ass like damnn the way her body move as she bounced her ass off" The way how she gets shy when i look at her the way how she smiled when she's playing with my child the way how she warms my heart every time i look at her beautiful face Ohh how i wished she could be mine already, nooo not wished she will be mine not soon not ever now I can't wait to have her under me how she doesn't know what affect she have of me no thick woman has ever made me like this except her I am so obsessed with this woman i cant take it anymore i have to make her mine if i dont i think i will really kill myself or worse maybe something to her Ohh godd why is he staring at me like that and smirking why is my pussy getting wet every time he looks at me and why those hazel eyes make my heart beat so fast it's like it will pop out of my chest „How I wish he could be mine... but he'll never be, because I'm not perfect. I'm just an unknown woman with the biggest ass ever 🍑, and he probably only likes slim girls or ones who are just a little thick 🥺😖" Imani is shy, loving, and deeply insecure about her body, often wishing she were more like her confident best friend, Amoya. Though Amoya constantly reassures her of her beauty, Imani struggles to believe it. Their lives shift when they meet two charming men and their children, whose innocence draws them together. Through kindness, patience, and love, one man helps Imani shed her fears and discover her strength, confidence, and self-worth. Alessandro is dangerous, emotionally scarred, and hardened by a hateful ex-wife. His only priority is his son, Seth-until meeting Imani and Amoya. Drawn to the women his child adores, Alessandro feels his darkness weaken as obsession and desire take hold. Alongside Dimitri, he becomes determined to claim the women who changed everything.

Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

''All it takes is one little angel and her father to turn my life upside down'' It began when a beautiful woman met a little girl, asking for help. She didn't know her father was a Mafia leader, and she didn't know that he wanted her all for himself. ''You are mine...you are mine from the day I set my eyes on you when you are playing with my daughter, and I will kill anyone who dares to take you from me. Say it, say that you are mine'' ''I am yours'' I said it back. (All the pictures used in the book are not mine. The picture used in the book cover is not mine, but I made the book cover. They are all taken from different online platforms, such as Pinterest, etc.; all the creations are gone for their rightful owners. I don't know all of their names, but if you see your work, then please contact me and I will give you your created 🤗)

He's been waiting five centuries for a mate. She's spent three centuries convinced she's the only one of her kind. Khalan is the apex of Lycan evolution and he's done with destiny. After five hundred years he's been waiting for the moon goddess to lift her curse. This year's Blood Moon Ball is his final act of defiance. He's closing the door on legend and moving on without a Queen. Avery is a ghost in the high-end art world. A world-renowned anonymous artist, she has spent three hundred years hiding her immortality after a horrific accident claimed her family. She has no idea she was adopted, or that she's a Lycan. She just knows she doesn't age, she doesn't die, and she's utterly alone. But when an invitation arrives bearing a crest Avery hasn't seen in a century, her solitude shatters. Desperate for answers, she steps out of the shadows and into the spotlight. She isn't looking for a fated mate, she's looking for her own kind. The Alpha is ready to give up. The Artist is just arriving. And the Moon Goddess is finally done playing games.