I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

When NHL superstar Thane Slade suffers a brutal fall during the Stanley Cup Finals, he doesn’t just lose his career—he loses his name, his future, and the life he thought was untouchable. Then Madison Wallace walks into his hospital room. A quiet nurse with storms behind her eyes, Madison is undocumented, out of options, and hiding wounds deeper than the ones she’s paid to heal. She’s not supposed to get attached—even if she’s been his biggest fan. And he’s not supposed to care—not for anyone, especially not her. But somewhere between the silence and the scars, something dangerous blooms. Something real. Her secret could get her deported. His could destroy them both. And when love grows where lies once stood, one mistake shatters everything. By the time Thane learns the truth… Madison is gone.

After serving three years for a crime I didn't commit, I discovered the devastating truth on my release day: Chase Grayson, my husband, had divorced and betrayed me, marrying my younger sister. Worse still, he sold me to Axel Blackwood, a powerful and feared stranger. Heartbroken and trapped in Axel's world of secrets and lies, I faced a new prison that threatened to consume me.

"Part those legs for me, you little whore," Miles whispered in Meredith's ear. He entered a finger into her throbbing member before adding a second one. "You'll be the death of me, Miles," she moaned. "No, Meredith, you'll be the death of me. I never wanted to own something so badly until I met you. Now, I want to own every inch of your beautiful body." - The story of a girl who lost all hope when her long-time boyfriend decided to end things. She is subjected to taking care of a billionaire who underwent a heart transplant. Their encounter started as a whirlwind of chaos and hate for each other. Slowly, they began to fall in love until they couldn't deny their feelings. However, Meredith was in search of her missing brother she needed answers to his disappearance. Miles and Meredith's relationship is entwined and one of the soulmates. One holds the answers to so many unanswered questions. - Note: Don't forget to like, share and comment if you love the story. Kindly send me moon tickets if you find them interesting enough. Your support means the world to me.

He was lying on her bed, his hands folded behind his head, looking completely at home. "I see you're persistent on being caught...." "No..." She flipped out. "Unlike you, I'm being very realistic. You don't just break into my house and tell me to stay away from a case that has everything to do with me...." Clyde sprang up at once and she stumbled back. "You don't speak to me that way. Ever again..." Note: Don't forget to like, share and comment if you love the story. Kindly send me moon tickets if you find it interesting enough. Your support means the world to me.

Freya Parrish was orphaned at age three by her family's rival pack, which forcefully took power from the Blue Moon Pack, murdering everyone except 'lucky Freya.' After the death of everyone in her pack, Freya was supposed to be the ruling Omega being the only survivor, but she suffered from amnesia, leaving Alpha Hero Ian at advantage. The Omegas were never seen as worthy or relevant. They were the bitches and their pack was the most fragile. This implicated anyone from their pack because their hate came naturally. Alpha Hero Ian turned Freya into a slave for his pack, the Blood Moon Pack. For some reason, everyone felt intimidated by Freya, even though she was fragile. This led to everyone hating and maltreating her, including the Alpha's rude and spoilt son, Dante Ian. As the governing rule of the Blood Moon Pack states, 'All slaves must be set free on their eighteenth birthday,' Freya got sent far away into the human world without any orientation or shelter. - Dante on his path took over as the Alpha after the death of his father. For him to become true after, he must also bond with his mate. Desperate to make his pack whole, he goes searching for his mate, which was no other than the girl who hates even the air that he breathes. Despite all the ugliness, is there a chance for Freya and Dante to put their past and differences aside for both packs? Being the only survivor, Freya needs to bear the child of a true Alpha to avoid the extinction of the Blue Moon Pack. “Forgiveness is a pricey pearl that cannot be handed out with ease. It takes more than love and mates bond to win this battle.” - Note: Don't forget to like, share and comment if you love the story. Kindly send me moon tickets if you find it interesting enough. Your support means the world to me.