Fuzzy Melissa

"I didn’t drug your drink," I said, my voice shaking in the dark.
"Liar," he spat. "You're just like your precious Stewart family. Deception runs in your blood, doesn't it?"
"Believe what you want," I fired back, lifting my chin. "I'm done with all of this. Done with you. I’m not going back anymore!"
His eyes narrowed dangerously in an instant , and he stepped closer, backing me against the wall until I could feel his breath on my face.
"Go ahead and leave," he growled. "But I'll always find you Elena. You're mine."
Elena, married to Reginald through her parents' ruthless machinations, naively believed she could wait for true love, only to be met with his betrayal with his first love Vivian.
Reginald, the ruthless heir to the Vanderbilt empire, thought he could control everything. Until Elena decided on divorce and disappeared, his control twisted into something he couldn't believe.
Five years later, Elena returns with twins in tow, and a bombshell revelation stuns everyone - she is the mysterious CEO of the Phoenix Group, rising from nothing to Vanderbilt's top rival in just two years.
With Reginald claiming her as his and the twins revealed as his, Elena must decide: give in to him or keep fighting for her freedom.

Cryus kissed my lips. I didn't know how to describe the feeling. I'm thirsty now.
What's wrong with me? I never had this feeling before.
"You're in heat," my wolf Val's voice echoed in my head.
God. I knew adult werewolves went through heat, but I didn't expect it to hit so suddenly. If I didn't get control soon, I'd completely lose it.
I looked up at him and saw his eyes filled with the same desire.
"Go take a cold shower," he said, his voice rough against my ear.
But my body wouldn't listen anymore. I only wanted to feel my mate again.
I'm Maeve, a Callisto wolf with color-changing eyes who always dreamed of true love. But one day, I suddenly discovered my boyfriend cheating. In a moment of impulse, I kissed a stranger, who turned out to be my fated mate and the son of the tyrant who once hunted Callisto wolves like me.
As our forbidden bond grows stronger, will Cyrus reject their mate bond? Or will he break his vow never to follow in his father's footsteps by loving a Callisto wolf?

Cryus küsste meine Lippen. Ich wusste nicht, wie ich das Gefühl beschreiben sollte. Jetzt bin ich durstig.
Was ist los mit mir? Ich hatte dieses Gefühl noch nie zuvor.
„Du bist in der Hitze“, hallte die Stimme meines Wolfs Val in meinem Kopf wider.
Gott. Ich wusste, dass erwachsene Werwölfe durch die Hitze gingen, aber ich hatte nicht erwartet, dass es so plötzlich kommen würde. Wenn ich nicht bald die Kontrolle erlangte, würde ich völlig durchdrehen.
Ich sah zu ihm auf und erblickte denselben Verlangen in seinen Augen.
„Geh und nimm eine kalte Dusche“, sagte er, seine Stimme rau an meinem Ohr.
Aber mein Körper wollte nicht mehr gehorchen. Ich wollte nur noch meinen Gefährten wieder spüren.
Ich bin Maeve, ein Callisto-Wolf mit farbwechselnden Augen, die immer von der wahren Liebe träumte. Doch eines Tages entdeckte ich plötzlich, dass mein Freund mich betrog. In einem Moment der Impulsivität küsste ich einen Fremden, der sich als mein Schicksalsgefährte und der Sohn des Tyrannen herausstellte, der einst Callisto-Wölfe wie mich jagte.
Während unsere verbotene Bindung stärker wird, wird Cyrus die Gefährtenbindung ablehnen? Oder wird er sein Versprechen brechen, niemals in die Fußstapfen seines Vaters zu treten, indem er einen Callisto-Wolf liebt?

Cyrus dudaklarıma bir öpücük kondurdu. Bu hissi nasıl tarif edeceğimi bilemedim. Şimdi susadım. Bana ne oluyor? Daha önce hiç böyle hissetmemiştim.
"Çiftleşme dönemi geçiriyorsun," kurtum Val'in sesi kafamda yankılandı.
Tanrım. Yetişkin kurt adamların çiftleşme dönemi geçirdiğini biliyordum ama bu kadar aniden vurmasını beklemiyordum. Yakında kontrolü ele almazsam, tamamen kaybedecektim.
Başımı kaldırıp ona baktım ve gözlerinde aynı arzuyu gördüm.
"Soğuk bir duş al," dedi, sesi kulağımda sertçe yankılandı.
Ama bedenim artık dinlemiyordu. Tek istediğim, eşimi tekrar hissetmekti.
Ben Maeve, gözleri renk değiştiren bir Callisto kurdu ve her zaman gerçek aşkı hayal ettim. Ama bir gün, aniden erkek arkadaşımın beni aldattığını keşfettim. Bir anlık dürtüyle, bir yabancıyı öptüm ve o kişinin kaderimdeki eşim ve bir zamanlar Callisto kurtlarını avlayan zorbanın oğlu olduğunu öğrendim.
Yasak bağımız güçlendikçe, Cyrus kader bağına karşı mı çıkacak? Yoksa bir Callisto kurdunu severek babasının izinden gitmeme yeminini bozacak mı?

Cyrus m'embrassa les lèvres. Je ne savais pas comment décrire ce sentiment. J'ai soif maintenant. Qu'est-ce qui m'arrive ? Je n'ai jamais ressenti ça auparavant.
"Tu es en chaleur," la voix de ma louve Val résonna dans ma tête.
Mon Dieu. Je savais que les loups adultes passaient par des périodes de chaleur, mais je ne m'attendais pas à ce que ça arrive si soudainement. Si je ne reprenais pas le contrôle rapidement, j'allais complètement perdre pied.
Je levai les yeux vers lui et vis dans ses yeux le même désir.
"Va prendre une douche froide," dit-il, sa voix rauque contre mon oreille.
Mais mon corps ne voulait plus écouter. Je voulais simplement ressentir à nouveau mon partenaire.
Je suis Maeve, une louve Callisto aux yeux changeants qui a toujours rêvé de l'amour véritable. Mais un jour, j'ai découvert soudainement que mon petit ami me trompait. Dans un moment d'impulsion, j'ai embrassé un étranger, qui s'est révélé être mon compagnon destiné et le fils du tyran qui chassait autrefois les loups Callisto comme moi.
Alors que notre lien interdit se renforce, Cyrus rejettera-t-il notre lien de compagnon ? Ou brisera-t-il son vœu de ne jamais suivre les traces de son père en aimant une louve Callisto ?

Cyrus beijou meus lábios. Eu não sabia como descrever a sensação. Estou com sede agora.
O que há de errado comigo? Nunca tive essa sensação antes.
"Você está no cio," a voz da minha loba Val ecoou na minha cabeça.
Deus. Eu sabia que lobos adultos passavam pelo cio, mas não esperava que fosse tão repentino. Se eu não me controlasse logo, perderia completamente o controle.
Olhei para ele e vi seus olhos cheios do mesmo desejo.
"Vá tomar um banho frio," ele disse, a voz rouca contra meu ouvido.
Mas meu corpo não obedecia mais. Eu só queria sentir meu companheiro novamente.
Sou Maeve, uma loba Callisto com olhos que mudam de cor, que sempre sonhou com o amor verdadeiro. Mas um dia, de repente, descobri meu namorado me traindo. Em um momento de impulso, beijei um estranho, que acabou sendo meu companheiro predestinado e filho do tirano que uma vez caçou lobos Callisto como eu.
À medida que nosso vínculo proibido se fortalece, será que Cyrus rejeitará nosso laço de companheiros? Ou ele quebrará sua promessa de nunca seguir os passos de seu pai, amando uma loba Callisto?

Cryus mi baciò le labbra. Non sapevo come descrivere quella sensazione. Ora ho sete.
Cosa c'è che non va in me? Non avevo mai provato questa sensazione prima.
"Sei in calore," la voce della mia lupa Val risuonò nella mia testa.
Dio. Sapevo che i lupi mannari adulti attraversavano il calore, ma non mi aspettavo che arrivasse così all'improvviso. Se non riuscivo a controllarmi presto, l'avrei completamente persa.
Lo guardai e vidi i suoi occhi pieni dello stesso desiderio.
"Vai a farti una doccia fredda," disse, la sua voce ruvida contro il mio orecchio.
Ma il mio corpo non voleva più ascoltare. Volevo solo sentire di nuovo il mio compagno.
Sono Maeve, una lupa Callisto con occhi che cambiano colore che ha sempre sognato il vero amore. Ma un giorno, improvvisamente scoprii il mio ragazzo tradirmi. In un momento di impulso, baciai uno sconosciuto, che si rivelò essere il mio compagno predestinato e il figlio del tiranno che una volta cacciava lupi Callisto come me.
Man mano che il nostro legame proibito diventa più forte, Cyrus rifiuterà il legame del compagno? O romperà il suo voto di non seguire mai le orme di suo padre amando una lupa Callisto?

Cryus me besó en los labios. No sabía cómo describir la sensación. Ahora tengo sed.
¿Qué me pasa? Nunca había tenido este sentimiento antes.
—Estás en celo —la voz de mi loba Val resonó en mi cabeza.
Dios. Sabía que los lobos adultos pasaban por el celo, pero no esperaba que ocurriera tan repentinamente. Si no lograba controlarme pronto, lo perdería completamente.
Lo miré y vi que sus ojos estaban llenos del mismo deseo.
—Ve a tomar una ducha fría —dijo, su voz áspera contra mi oído.
Pero mi cuerpo ya no quería escuchar. Solo quería sentir a mi compañero otra vez.
Soy Maeve, una loba de Callisto con ojos que cambian de color y que siempre soñó con el amor verdadero. Pero un día, de repente descubrí que mi novio me estaba engañando. En un momento de impulso, besé a un extraño, quien resultó ser mi compañero destinado y el hijo del tirano que una vez cazó lobos de Callisto como yo.
A medida que nuestro vínculo prohibido se hace más fuerte, ¿rechazará Cyrus nuestro lazo de compañeros? ¿O romperá su promesa de nunca seguir los pasos de su padre amando a una loba de Callisto?

Cyrus pocałował moje usta. Nie wiedziałam, jak opisać to uczucie. Teraz jestem spragniona. Co się ze mną dzieje? Nigdy wcześniej tego nie czułam.
"Masz ruję," głos mojej wilczycy Val odbił się echem w mojej głowie.
Boże. Wiedziałam, że dorosłe wilkołaki przechodzą przez ruję, ale nie spodziewałam się, że uderzy tak nagle. Jeśli szybko nie odzyskam kontroli, całkowicie stracę rozum.
Spojrzałam na niego i zobaczyłam w jego oczach tę samą żądzę.
"Weź zimny prysznic," powiedział, jego głos był szorstki przy moim uchu.
Ale moje ciało już nie słuchało. Chciałam tylko poczuć mojego partnera znowu.
Jestem Maeve, wilczyca Callisto o zmieniających kolor oczach, która zawsze marzyła o prawdziwej miłości. Ale pewnego dnia nagle odkryłam, że mój chłopak mnie zdradza. W chwili impulsu pocałowałam nieznajomego, który okazał się moim przeznaczonym partnerem i synem tyrana, który kiedyś polował na wilki Callisto takie jak ja.
Gdy nasza zakazana więź staje się silniejsza, czy Cyrus odrzuci nasze partnerstwo? Czy złamie swoją przysięgę, by nigdy nie podążać śladami ojca, kochając wilczycę Callisto?

"You're beautiful when you're dangerous," he murmured, ice-blue eyes burning into mine as shadows writhed around my feet.
"I don't need another Alpha who thinks he owns me," I snapped, yet stepped closer, drawn by his raw power.
His hand caught my wrist, thumb tracing the silver chain marks Magnus had left. "Who dared mark what's mine?"
Heat pooled low in my stomach at his possessive words. "I'm not yours."
"Your racing pulse says otherwise." His thumb found my heartbeat, and I couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped.
"Let go," I breathed, even as I leaned into his touch.
"Make me." His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me against his hard chest. "Tell me you don't want this."
The lie died on my lips as his scent made my head spin with need.
Nephele survived two years as Magnus's captive Luna, believing she was wolfless trash. While enduring his brutality, her blood was secretly harvested by Ophelia—the woman who raised her. When she finally escapes, she learns the truth: she's the last Shadow Wolf princess, stolen as a baby. Now both want their valuable weapon back.
Half-dead in the forest, she's saved by Kaedan—the boy who once gave her an apple, now the ruthless Frost King. She won't trade one prison for another, but his touch sets her on fire and his protection feels dangerously like home.
Can a broken girl trust the king who could destroy her completely?

He saved me from the abyss, only to drag me into hell.
Three years ago, Jasmine thought Lyndon was her savior—he pulled her back from the brink of suicide, gave her a life of luxury and endless devotion. Until she discovered:
The assistant who ruined her was his lover.
The child's death was their calculated murder.
Every "I love you" was a blood-stained lie.
When the truth unraveled, she chose to tear apart this perfect illusion—even if it meant burning herself, she would make sure her enemies fell forever.

I died watching my step-sister smile as I fell to my death. The poison she fed me for years had finally worked, and the world called me a cheating disgrace.
Reborn six months before the Olympics, I'm back with the memory of her betrayal burning in my veins. This time, I see her every sly move coming. This time, I know about the dropper of poison she hides behind her back.
They took my gold, my family, and my life. But they made one mistake: they didn't make sure I was finished.
This time, the gold isn't the prize. It's the weapon. And I will use it to destroy them all.

"I'm getting married. His name is Alex Ricci." Facing her ex-boyfriend Tyler's humiliation, Valeria blurts out a fake fiancé.
The next second, the legendary Italian racing prince Alessandro Ricci actually appears:
"My name is Alessandro Ricci. My friends call me Alex."
Tyler's face turns white instantly.
Until Alessandro publicly pours wine over Tyler's head—
"My wife made herself perfectly clear. You had your chance and threw it away."
Until everyone discovers she's actually a top F1 test analyst—
Tyler is completely speechless.

I am the Alpha's daughter—yet I could not shift.
For ten years, I loved him from the shadows, while he humiliated me in public and chose a political marriage instead.
After fleeing into the Forbidden Forest, I learned the truth:
My stepmother murdered my mother, and for fourteen years, she has been stealing my Druid power.
Now the seal is broken. Ancient magic awakens within me.
I am no longer the powerless girl they mocked.
I am Thorn—and I have returned for revenge.

After losing my daughter, my world shattered.
I became convinced that Grayson—my brilliant surgeon husband—was in love with Sophia Turner. I even began to suspect that she had something to do with our child's death.
But everyone told me I was losing my mind.
Because no one had ever seen Sophia… except me.
I hunted her relentlessly, accused her in public, and ruined Grayson's career—until the evidence forced me to face a terrifying truth:
Maybe there never was a Sophia.
Maybe the real enemy… was me.

Three years ago, I destroyed the only man I ever loved.
"You're not good enough for my world," I lied, watching Ethan Cross's heart shatter completely. Now he's back. Richer. More ruthless. Ready for revenge.
"Marry me, or watch your family lose everything."
Our marriage is his masterpiece of revenge. He flaunts his perfect girlfriend in our home, forcing me to watch him replace me with everything I used to be. Every day brings new humiliation, all designed to break me.
But what he doesn't know is that my time is running out.

For eighteen months, I was Adam Sterling’s secret lover.
By day, I taught his seven-year-old daughter French. By night, I warmed his bed.
He gave me a luxury apartment, expensive jewelry—everything but a commitment.
I thought I was his woman… until his ex-wife came back. That’s when I understood—I was just a high-end toy.
Used in front of her, then thrown away like trash.
I fled to Paris, carrying his child.
Now he says he loves me, that it’s real this time.
But the girl who used to get wet from just one look from him?
She's gone.

I married casino tycoon Daniel Morgan for one reason only: to uncover the truth behind the fire that killed my father seven years ago.
On our wedding day, I found a faded photo in his study—showing him covered in blood at the scene.
"If you knew what really happened that night," he gripped my hand, his gaze intense, "would you still have married me?"
As I began digging deeper, more questions emerged:
Why did Ryan, the man who "saved" me, keep stopping me from asking questions?
Why did Daniel visit my father’s memorial alone every midnight?
Then, I found two blood-stained poker chips hidden in a secret room—
That was when I realized: everyone in this marriage was lying.
And the deadliest truth of all—the fire was no accident.

I'm dead. Murdered.
A year later, I wake up watching my boyfriend Miles engaged to that bitch Bliss, using MY songs for Grammy nominations.
I want revenge.
But why does Miles cry listening to my demos at midnight? Why are there mysterious recordings on his phone I've never heard? Why does every truth I find lead to bigger lies?
Those dead musicians—really accidents?
What secrets hide behind the Grammys? Why can't I rest?
When all answers unfold on a bloody Grammy night, I discover I'm trapped in a game more terrifying than death.
Some betrayals make you wish you'd never loved at all.

Five years ago, I was sent to prison.
Convicted of arson and the deaths of twelve people.
I was innocent.
The real killer is Madison—now with my ex, Dylan.
Prosecutor Ethan knew the truth, yet he sent me to hell.
They thought I died behind bars.
They were wrong.
I'm out.
And I’m here to ruin them all.

"Barren. Cursed. Worthless."
Those words from my mate still echoed as he tore our bond apart in front of everyone. Four years of humiliation. Four years thinking I was broken, while he was secretly popping fertility drugs when no one was looking.
The night they cast me out, I was dying, bleeding, utterly destroyed. My own mother hurled "cursed daughter" at my face before walking away forever.
But what I found in those ancient ruins shattered everything I thought I knew.
"The cursed one wasn't me—it was HIM!"

Tonight, delivering food to a private dining room, I pushed open the door and saw him.
Harold Sterling—the world's hottest supermodel. The man I abandoned three years ago.
He was telling his friend: "That vain woman? She was just a sugar mama who got bored and ran off. I'm only looking for her to ask why she humiliated me like that."
I desperately tried to escape, but—
Just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand shot through.
"Three years, Delphine."
He recognized me.

I died consumed by guilt. The archangel gave me a chance to be reborn, to right a single wrong: to return her destined love to my sister.
I watched her discuss art with him in a rehearsed, lifeless tone. I listened to her complain in the dead of night, "What's the point of these boring charity projects?" I buried the part of me that had connected with his soul in that coffee shop.
Until he gazed at my painting of a wandering girl and asked softly,
"Why refuse to collaborate? Your brushstrokes hide a loneliness even I have never voiced."
That’s when I realized—
What he was searching for was never a title or status, but a soul that resonated with his own.

I once believed our love was a fairy tale. Three years of secret devotion, countless vows whispered in the night—all shattered in an instant at that gala. I heard him laugh and tell others, "Just a plaything, like her social-climbing mother."
That stormy night, I fled in a torn gown, only to witness my mother collapse from a heart attack after seeing the video of my humiliation. But the true devastation came later—when the man I had given everything to gripped my wrist in the darkness and uttered those cruelest words:
"You’re nothing but my father’s bastard."

I once thought love meant hiding in the shadows, writing scripts for him, paying off his debts, content to be his "muse in the dark." Until that rainy night, when I heard him laughing with his new lover: "That fat pig? Just practice."
Howard Buckner, king of the media empire, offered me a contract at my most desperate: six months to transform me completely, in exchange for playing his fake fiancée.
I got my revenge on the man who broke me, standing on stage accepting awards while everyone watched. But when Howard pulled me into his arms, I made a terrifying discovery—he hadn’t chosen me because of that chance encounter in the rain.
He knew me long before I had nothing left to lose.

Victoria is 28 and humiliated by her husband for being "too old." Then her 25-year-old first love, NBA superstar Marcus, storms back into her life and delivers a ruthless public revenge.
He fears nothing, pursuing her openly and telling the world their age gap means nothing. But Victoria holds a secret: she left him years ago to protect his rising career.
Now, the threats are closing in again. Marcus is willing to risk everything for her—but does Victoria dare to accept a love that defies every expectation?

I thought the most embarrassing moment of my life was getting reported by my neighbors for testing... certain special sound effects for my job.
That was until the doorbell rang, and standing there was a police officer so devastatingly handsome it should be illegal. He accused me of harboring a man in my apartment, then flatly informed me that he was the husband from my three-month-old, drunken Vegas-style wedding—the one I had no memory of.
The truly absurd part? He had proof.
Now, this impossibly gorgeous stranger is crashing into my life and has somehow appointed himself as the live-in 'reference model' for my new game's hero.

This scar—my original sin, and my ten years of loving you.
They all praise genius photographer Liam for capturing the beauty of souls, never knowing his inspiration comes from a scarred girl hiding behind masks—me.
He once said my wounds were angel wings, so I clung to that delusion, painting faces on cheap film sets day and night while he stood in spotlights, photographing supermodels I could never reach.
Until he appeared again, turning his lens on my broken face.
"Don't hide," his voice was hoarse, "I've been looking for you for so long."
But when shadows from the past closed in again, I finally understood: some love is written with destruction from the very beginning.
Either hide in darkness forever, or risk everything to let him see my ugliest truth—
Beneath it all, lies ten years of unspoken love.

They all laughed at me. A fraud who can't even read sheet music.
My stepsister set a trap, expecting me to humiliate myself on that audition stage.
So I lied. I told them I went to Berklee.
Now I'm screwed. The legendary producer who just signed me expects my first professional session tomorrow. And the woman who hates my guts holds every secret that can destroy me.
I'm clutching this cheap harmonica. It just helped me trick the entire world.
I know this dream will shatter by morning.
Unless—I can use this stolen chance to turn my lie into truth.

My parents' killers think they saved me. I'm the ghost they forgot to bury.
Now I eat at their table and smile at their son, Julian. The doctor who pieced me back together. The man I'm using to burn his whole world down.
Every time he touches me, I hate myself for wanting it. This was supposed to be a mission. Not a complication.
They think they brought home a wounded lamb.
They're wrong.
They let the wolf in.