He walked toward her and she kept taking a step back until there was no space between her and the wall. She stared into his eyes, they were so red that one could wonder if he spilt blood in them. She had always known vampires to have colourful eyes but he was different. The eyes of the Vampire King have always sent a chill down her spine. “You’re my wife now,” he whispered, as he took a chunk of her hair that she had to whimper softly. She wasn’t going to show him that she was afraid of him. “And so what if I am? You’d never have what you want from me.” She uttered through gritted teeth and watched how he recoiled with anger. He was the Vampire King that resurrected after 500 years. When he set his eyes on Danika, the Queen of Trinnuiven Dynasty, his sworn enemy, now rebirthed as a poor and helpless girl-he knew it was destiny giving him a chance to revenge. And he turned out to want her in many ways he had never imagined he will.

“This will be my first and last warning to you, Jack. Let go of my hair or I’ll have to do what will make you cry out loud now!” She threatened through gritted teeth as she wailed silently. Man, he was wicked. He knew just how to hold a woman’s hair in such a way that she would have her eyes making the plea her lips refused to. For she was an inch from shedding her tears, which she didn’t want to, at all cost. “What is that? I’d love to see you try!” His eyes held malice, and when he took a huge churn of her hair and tried to pluck it out of her spores, she had no choice but to cry out loud and the next thing Jack felt was her knee on his groin. A very hard punch that he didn’t know when he let go of her hair and his knees went south, groaning out loud. Anna Brayden is an only child, a spoilt brat. After her billionaire Father died, she became one of the richest young ladies in America, the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company; Will Brayden. when she gets into a fight with a stranger she meets in the airport on her way to visit her boyfriend, life had never been worse. He keeps on appearing whenever she doesn't want him to, he hurts her, makes her cry and when she least expects it, have someone to fake-date her. What happens after all this is over? Their fights, unending revenge and hatred? And she realized that despite the hatred she has for him, he makes her heart flip, her hands sweaty and man, He's so hot!

~A Werewolf Story Of Revenge~ “I need just one more powerful man. It can be a dragon, a wolf, an elf or a panther.” Betla said to Aranya as she turned to look at her. She placed her hand on both her shoulders while she looked at her with fire dripping from her eyes, “Promise me, Aranya, that you’ll fulfil my only wish.” “I will, mother. I promise to give you the power to avenge!” And a promise made to Betla must be fulfilled. Will Aranya be able to fulfil the promise she made to her hungry mother? Looking for a way to avenge at all cost? What if the only powerful man available to fulfil her mother’s wish is the only mate she loved? Who will she choose between the two of them? Will she sacrifice her love for her mother? Or she’ll hold onto her mate at the cost of sacrificing her life?

Living with the teenage thought of life always being a bed of roses, Aisha Umar Faruk got her life damaged at the revelation of her mother being a prostitute and she was raped to pay for the crimes her mother committed. Dr. Nasir was her saviour and she lived with him, having a fantasy of a love filled life until his heartless brother broke apart her rope of hope and she was left with a broken heart to stitch. Being married to Abba was a whole painful phase for Aisha and the path she followed in knowing what had been enshrouded even before she was born. “Who was the guy you were kissing right before the eyes of thousand of people?!” “What were you doing in A & H hotel with a guy?!” “Where are you from?” All these questions and even more were asked by her husband and the answer was always the same, “I haven't gone out of this house ever since the day you restrained me from doing so.” He had never believed her, because she was always the one he saw. But she was telling him the truth, because she wasn't the one he saw. Who was this lady that added more salt to the wounds of Aisha Umar Faruk?

“Well__My name is Hayfah Talhah Muhammad. Leave, go and laugh to your fill. But know__ I was created like this! And I believe it's a blessing in disguise. Why could'nt everyone understand? Why?" She wiped away her tears with her hijab, which were not stopping anytime from now. She left him confused, what is she going through? Is everyone making fun of her? But why? Nothing is wrong with her voice. He love her voice!. A story on how a lady struggles through pain until She finds true love!

She was a chivalrous lady, whom was heartbroken and vowed not to fall in love again. He was an introvert; whom seldom talk, nor could he envisage himself in love. They became acquaintanced, intimate friends, and finally deviate into inseparable lovers. Promises were made, altruism was clearly avowed, and a future was planned.