Rejected Wolf​

"Emi, wake up! You're going to be late for school again!" I heard my mother shouting from downstairs.
Crap!I muttered under my breath as I noticed sunlight already streaming through my window. I quickly grabbed my phone to check the time, and... Shit, I'm late. I'm going to be late for university again.
I leapt out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to take care of business and at least wash my face. I grabbed the first things I could find—a hoodie and some ripped jeans—and threw them on.
I shot down the stairs, where my mother was already waiting at the bottom, inviting me to have breakfast.
"Sorry, Mom, but I'm running late!" I gave her a hug and dashed out of the house, finding my best friend waiting right outside in her car.
I hopped in and said, "No time for long greetings—let's go or we won't make it!"
Sara laughed at my comment but didn't hesitate to reply as she hit the accelerator, "If I didn't know that my sweet fri—"

Pregnant with a Magnate's Child​

Alana Forbes had it all: youth, beauty, a powerful family… and an engagement to the man she believed was her true love. Three months before her wedding, one night at Eclipse Bar changed everything.​​
What was meant to be a celebration of her graduation became the beginning of her nightmare. Betrayal, lies, and a soul-crushing video pushed her to break away from it all.
But fate doesn’t always wound—sometimes it also heals.
Amid the pain, Dante Salvatore appeared: reserved, successful, and capable of turning her world upside down.
​​Can a broken heart beat again when touched by the most unexpected love?​​
One decision. One encounter. And a destiny rewritten that even the past couldn’t destroy.

You Are Not Worthy of My Forgiveness​

— Mom, you're alive. — His green eyes, identical to mine, made me jump. Impossible. It can't be. This child is...

— Byron. — I could recognize that voice anywhere. It's etched in my memory like my damn favorite song.

— Dad, I found Mom. — He stood a few meters away from the man I loved for over a decade—the man who was 6'2", with black hair, gray-blue eyes, broad shoulders, sexy lips, and a handsome face. He was the definition of perfection.

Have you ever given flowers to a man? I have. He’s the one standing in front of me right now.

I remember him as a boy. How didn’t I notice before? Maybe because I’ve been fighting to forget everything about him. So you didn’t realize the little one here is his living image, my inner voice answered.

— Stay away from me. — I ordered the brat. My once-normal voice turned icy.