ALPHA KAEL: All I Want For Christmas Is You
On Christmas eve, I had prepared a surprise gift for my boyfriend of five years, but I was surprised instead... He had been seeing another woman. Worse still, I walked in on him, banging her.
Broken, I left in the middle of the night, but what I didn't know was that I would run into a scary creature that night that changed my life forever.
Alpha Kael... The man whom even his presence carries a strong intimidating aura, yet pulls me in. The man who makes me feel safe, yet torments me.
Watch him burn the world for me...
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Chapter 5
Chapter 5
A few days later
Ella Whitmore
My car slowed down, making a loud grinding sound against the tarred road before halting.
Ugh! Fuck! Not now, please.
I'd repaired the car five times already in the last two months.
I purchased the car from someone three years ago because it was cheap... I couldn't count how many times I'd taken it to an engineer these past years.
I really should discard it now, but I have bills piled up, and saving money to buy a car is the last thing on my list now.
I sighed frustratingly as I stepped out of the car. Of all places the car could break down, why a deserted road?
No cars. No one passing by.
Just an unending road covered in fog and snow ahead and behind me.
I rubbed my cold palms together.
I was supposed to be in the office in thirty minutes, and here I am, stuck in the cold in the middle of nowhere.
Right... I should call a mechanic. Maybe I could find anyone nearby.
With that in mind, I went back inside my car and grabbed my phone.
The battery blinked back at me. Just one percent.
Before I could call for help, it went blank.
Sighs. Switched off.
That was my last hope.
I couldn't stand there. It'll only get worse. I had only one choice... to walk.
With that in my mind, I reached for my car keys, locked the doors, and started walking aimlessly down the street, hoping to find help soon.
Cold bit into my coat down to my skin, my inside almost freezing, and my legs begging for rest as I walked down the streets.
Five minutes... just five minutes, and my legs couldn't go any farther.
My body shivered, teeth chattering, heart pounding hard, breath stuttering, and my pulse slowly slipping away.
My legs finally gave in, and I crashed to the floor at the side of the road, my vision blurring out.
God! I might die if I don't get help in another minute.
At that moment, the only person I could think of was that stranger... Kael Ashfang.
Deep down, I longed for his presence... A part of me waiting for him to come save me.
Crazy! Is this a movie where the male lead pops out of nowhere whenever the female lead is in trouble like he was always lurking around her?
I laughed silently at my silliness, because I knew for sure no one was coming to save me.
"Ple...please... sa...ve me..." Still, I whispered, my voice inaudible.
With my eyes half opened, I saw someone approaching me... a tall figure. One that was unmistakably Kael Ashfang.
I blinked. Did it work? Did he really pop out of nowhere to save me?
Relief coursed through me, but I asked myself... Why was he always everywhere? Especially whenever I was in danger?
First was that night, then when Jasper tried to hurt me... and now?
But it didn't matter at that moment. I just needed to leave here.
He stopped before me, and without hesitation, lifted me effortlessly from the ground, into his arms like I weighed nothing.
Without a word, he turned and started walking away. I didn't resist. I didn't ask questions. I just curled on his chest, his body hot against mine... just what I needed.
We got to his car. A black sleek luxury truck.
He got inside the car, still holding me firmly, his body hot against mine... like he was burning from inside.
It was weird that he was burning up while it's cold out here... I wanted to ask if he was fine. I mean, it's weird being hot in this weather.
But I didn't. I just stayed in his arms, getting all the warmth that I needed.
The cold had reduced, but not completely gone. My body still shivered, teeth still chattered.
Then he reached for his jacket, draping it round my body, its smell greeting my nose.
It smelt like pine and something wild... One I couldn't identify.
I should be afraid... Anyone in their right mind would be.
It was weird that this man came from nowhere and has been showing up whenever I was in danger like he was always watching me.
This should scare me, but it didn't. Wrapped in his arms now, surrounded by his heat... I had never felt so safe in anyone's arms like I felt now.
My pulse steadied... Fingers tightened on his shirt as a heavy invisible weight pressed on my eyelids.
I shouldn't trust him enough to fall asleep around him, but it was already too late.
My consciousness had already slipped away, his heat seeping into my frozen body.
At that moment, only one question echoed in my head... Where will he take me? What happens when I wake up?
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Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
7.4
Avery thought she'd found her happily ever after with Ethan, the charming billionaire who swept her off her feet in Willow Creek. But after one night of passion, he vanished, leaving her heartbroken and alone. She returned home to find her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
Devastated, Avery discovered a shocking truth: she was the daughter of a millionaire who'd left her a vast fortune. Relocated to New York, she met Ethan again, but this time, he was determined to win her back. Unbeknownst to him, Avery had been hiding a life-changing secret: she's the mother of his twin babies.
As Avery navigates her complicated past and the wicked family members who despise her, Ethan's pursuit becomes relentless. He'll stop at nothing to reclaim the love they shared, but Avery's secrets threaten to tear them apart. Can she trust him with her heart and the truth about their children, or will it drive them further apart?
Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I've been searching for you for six years, Avery. I won't let you go again." But Avery's secrets were only the beginning. Little did Ethan know, their love story was only just beginning...
9.7
Five years ago, I took ten million dollars from my fiancé's grandmother and abandoned him to save my father from dying in federal prison.
Today, working three jobs just to survive, I ran into him while substituting as a music therapist at a VIP clinic.
He is now a powerful Wall Street billionaire, standing beside his beautiful fiancée and their little girl.
He trapped me, threw a stack of hundred-dollar bills at my face, and mocked me for being a pathetic gold digger who blew through his family's money.
Bound by a strict non-disclosure agreement, I couldn't defend myself and fled in absolute humiliation.
But fate wasn't done torturing me. That same afternoon, my four-year-old daughter—his secret child—was suspected of having severe leukemia.
At the hospital, exhausted and terrified, I briefly leaned on a kind doctor friend's shoulder to cry.
I had no idea my ex-fiancé was inspecting the new medical wing and watching us from the shadows.
Seeing the child's bouncy curls, he mistakenly thought I had jumped into another man's bed and built a perfect family using the money I stole from him.
Driven by insane jealousy and blind rage, he ordered his assistant to completely destroy the innocent doctor.
"I want him to know what happens when you take what belongs to me."
Watching my daughter's pale face, I knew my peaceful life was over. To save her life, I had to walk right back into the devil's den.
8.2
Justine abandoned her career as a top trauma surgeon to marry Congressman Carl McConnell. She did it to fulfill her dying sister's last wish: to protect her son, Leo, from this ruthless political family.
But the seven-year-old boy she swore to protect shoved her into a freezing koi pond, then cried to his father that Justine tried to drown him.
Carl didn't even check the security cameras. He hugged his precious heir and looked at his freezing wife with pure disgust.
"Are you out of your mind? Trying to hurt the heir to the McConnell family!"
He locked Justine in a 55-degree wine cellar while she was burning with a 102-degree fever. When she finally told him the truth, Carl flew into a rage and hurled a heavy brass-cornered book at her face, slicing her cheekbone wide open.
His mother even ordered the staff to starve her for seven days to reflect on her sins.
Justine stood in the dark, blood dripping down her face, her heart completely dead. She had sacrificed her brilliant future and her pride for this family, only to be tortured and discarded like garbage. How could they be so utterly devoid of humanity?
She pulled out her old medical kit and stitched up her own face.
Then, she signed the legal documents to permanently relinquish her stepparent rights, threw them at the housekeeper, and calmly looked at her abusive husband.
"I am divorcing you, Carl."
7.3
Elara Valente has lived her life under her father's control, a mafia princess trapped in luxury. But when she meets Luca, a humble baker who sees her for who she truly is, her world begins to change.
Secret meetings, stolen moments, and forbidden attraction ignite a slow-burning romance-but danger lurks at every turn. With a strict father, an arranged marriage, and watchful cousins, Elara must choose: follow her heart, or obey the world she was born into.
8.4
Arlene was the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Boone family, treated worse than a stray dog. To keep her meager scholarship, she had to swallow her pride and apologize to the frat boy who tormented her.
But he didn't just want an apology. He forced her to drink twenty shots of liquor laced with pure capsaicin extract.
"Drink us under the table, or take off your clothes and crawl out."
Arlene drank until her stomach tore, vomiting blood and collapsing on the filthy club floor.
When she dragged her half-dead body back to the Boone estate, her biological father and half-sister didn't care. Instead, her sister ground Arlene's SAT admission ticket into the dirt with her stiletto.
"Throw her out. Dad doesn't want to look at her before Hardie's engagement."
The guards threw her onto the gravel, leaving her bleeding and barefoot in the freezing night.
Arlene sat shivering at a dark bus stop, her dignity completely stripped away. She never wanted a dime from the Boones, so why did they insist on crushing her only way out? And why did Dr. Hardie Boone, the untouchable head of the family, look at her with such a twisted, terrifying obsession?
When Hardie's black Aston Martin pulled out of the shadows, he scooped her up, took her away, and locked her inside his penthouse.
"You carry the Boone name. Whether you live or die is my decision."
Trapped by the dangerous man who demanded total control over her life, Arlene finally realized that simply running away was no longer an option.