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“Perhaps I would never know. Or perhaps it was the woman I saw before me who held the answers. This was not a princess or a queen. This was a warrior, a warrior who meant to fight.”

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I, Constance Cladwell, was the daughter of the Alpha King in the Northern Territories—a princess meant to rule until the Southern King invaded my lands, killing my pack and my family.

I fled for my life, seeking protection from the Alpha King of the Eastern Territories to warn them of the dangers that lie ahead, only to be confronted with the thing I never expected: my fated mate.

Now thrust into a world where war was just around the corner and caught between the man I longed for and the affections of the King, I am left with one decision. Will I sacrifice myself and become the Luna Queen to ensure revenge against my enemy, or will I accept fate and fight for my mate’s love?

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The Rejected Princess is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

At fifteen, I was Raven's deadliest weapon—until the night I pointed a gun at Luca Moretti's head. He should have killed me. Instead, he offered me something I'd never had: a normal life. Now I sit in designer uniforms, struggling with algebra while hiding a body count that would terrify my classmates. But when my past sends assassins to my prep school and the mafia heir watches me with eyes that see too much, I'm caught between two worlds. Luca says he's my uncle. Luca says he'll protect me. But why does his heartbeat race when I'm near? And what will happen when he discovers the truth I'm hiding.



*A dark mafia romance about found family, second chances, and discovering that the most dangerous thing isn't the enemies in the shadows—it's learning to let someone see you in the light.

In my last life, a friend I’d trusted for ten years drove a knife into my heart over a single biscuit. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn—right before the extreme freeze arrived.

He was convinced the apocalypse had come. He borrowed from loan sharks, rented a massive warehouse to hoard supplies, and even crowned himself king during the icebound period, killing without mercy.

But he didn’t know the truth:

This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.

While he taunted me like a madman, I didn’t expose him. I calmly requested thirty days of paid leave from my company.

This time, I’ll sit in a warm, climate-controlled room and watch—when the state machine restarts on day thirty—how he drops to his knees and sobs in despair.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

One year ago, a two year old child, Oskar, went missing from an apartment in Stockholm. His troubled mother is now held in a psychiatric hospital, found guilty of his murder by the court of public opinion. Former detective, Alex is haunted by the case. When a British family moves into the apartment and their toddler, Alfie, starts speaking with an 'imaginary friend', dad Fergus becomes increasingly terrified that he is losing his grip on sanity. He and Alex team up to investigate and are led into a labyrinth of lies and corruption. All the while, whatever is in the apartment has its sights on Alfie...