At thirteen, Seraphine’s first kiss stopped a heart. They called it a curse. A mercy. A judgment. The names changed, but the rule did not: anyone she kissed died, quiet and clean, as if her mouth were an exit door no one else could see. Her town learned to knock on that door when suffering went on too long. Seraphine learned to live untouched. Death should have been the end of every story she entered. Instead, the souls she kissed began to talk. Whispers followed her through hospital corridors and midnight alleys, in chapel corners and club bathrooms, saying the same impossible thing in different mouths: something down below was keeping count, and his numbers were wrong. A crack in the dark. A hand reaching through it. Eyes that had been waiting for her far longer than she had been alive. To fix what she broke, Seraphine will have to hunt monsters wearing human skin, bargain with things older than sin, and decide which is worse: the curse that keeps everyone safe from her touch, or the god who swears it was never a curse at all. Whose side to take when the truth finally comes to light.

Elizabeth is my name. Elizabeth is my name. I repeated in my mind over and over again. I am not worthless. I am not unlovable. I am worthy of love. I am a mother who needs to show her kids this isn't love. Just like I picked the man I can unpick him. But what happens when I find love with someone I never even expected to love me let alone even exists.

Life can be shitty. Some more than others. Isabella or better yet known by her pack as Bella ie Cinderella. Unfortunately she is no Cinderella no prince charming is waiting for her wanting her. Her mate was the alpha of her pack now. She was just a regular wolf no special blood line as far as she knew. Until she turned 18. Transforming into her wolf. A pure white wolf one that doesn't come around for centuries. Same time so she found her mate. Her mate rejects her. Now living her life as the used and abused Omega. How will she cope and will she finally do what's best for her and run?

Valery spent her whole life trying to be something she wasn't. Through books she found her escape. Through music she found her voice. Yet something was always missing. Alexander was that missing, but Valery wasn't anything he wanted. Yet she wanted every bit of him. Alexander the Mafia boss. The ruthless blood thirst boss. Spent his whole life with female after female death after death. Yet Valery who was nothing that he wanted came into his life like an annoying pest that just wouldn't let go. Will she let go or will he let her in?