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At my mother's funeral, my fiancé held my frail Omega servant tightly in his arms.
And my father—the Alpha of the Crescent pack—struck me across the face in front of everyone, all for the sake of the woman who had gotten my mother killed.
"Your mother brought this on herself. Lilith is just a poor, helpless girl!"
That was the moment I heard my faith in this family shatter.
Later, to force me to bow to Lilith, they smashed the one relic my mother had left behind, right in front of my eyes.
I looked at them and smiled coldly. Then I turned and stepped off the edge into the abyss.

After giving birth to my son Finn, crippling postpartum depression and searing nerve pain left by my difficult labor reduced me to nothing more than a walking corpse.
My husband Preston had once sworn to stay by my side “in sickness and in health”, yet every bit of his patience had long since burned away.
At the Thanksgiving feast, my hands shook and spasmed. I knocked over the scalding gravy, drawing the judging stares of every guest at the table.
Instead of comfort, I only got Preston's undisguised revulsion.
He handed over my seat as the lady of the house to Rosalie, our young live-in nanny, ordering me to go upstairs and stop disgracing myself in front of others.
What broke my heart most was that my own son flinched from my outstretched arms and fled straight into Rosalie's embrace.
Staring at the harmonious trio before my eyes, they looked far more like a real family.
I might as well die.

That wedding in Rome was the last time I ever saw him as his “stepsister.”
I was the Roxie family’s only daughter. After my father remarried, my mother and I moved into the Corleone estate, and from that day on, Elias became my stepbrother—also the one obsession I should never have touched.
Out in public, he was always calm and controlled. At home, though, one line from him “Don’t call me brother” made my heart race.
Until the day he held Sophia’s hand in front of a priest and announced he was going to marry her.
I was outside the venue, bending down to pick up empty bottles because I needed dialysis money. He crushed them under his shoe in front of everyone, humiliated me, and forced me to trade my dignity for cash, like he was nailing the word “step-siblings” onto a pillar of shame.
He hated me. He said I’d “gotten back at him” in the filthiest way. I just smiled and never explained.
Because he would never know the truth: back then, the reason I shoved him away with everything I had was only because I wanted him to live a little cleaner.
That night, he locked me in a pitch-dark storage room. Outside the door was wedding music. Inside was my blood and the suffocating despair.
When he finally opened the door… I was already dead.

I waited twenty years for my wolf.
She never came. No first shift at sixteen. No stirring at eighteen. Nothing. My parents crossed the continent chasing rare awakening herbs—moonpetal, silverroot, anything with a rumor attached.
None of it worked.
I died without ever hearing her voice. Throat torn open in my own bed by Brennan Falk, the son of my live-in caretaker.
That's when I finally learned why she never woke.
The "awakening blend" Dorene brewed me every night was laced with wolfsbane. Enough to keep my wolf buried forever. Enough to keep me weak, wolfless, and easy to kill.
And the awakening chamber my parents built for me—the one I was too heartbroken to ever set foot in—had been housing her entire family. Five rogues, living under my floor for over a year, eating my food, selling my herbs, waiting for the right moment.
After I died, they forged my exile papers. My parents flew home from an herb auction in Ashmoor to an empty house and a letter. They believed their daughter had given up and left the pack.
Then I opened my eyes. Three days before Brennan's fangs.
The first thing I did was text a witch about the awakening chamber.

Dirt buried my broken body inch by inch, suffocating me.

"Don't blame me for being heartless, Olivia. Blame your own naivety!" Samantha White’s voice hissed above me like a viper.

Then came her smug confession. She was the one who swapped my father’s emergency medicine. She drove my mother to jump to her death with fake photos of an affair. Even my brother’s fatal racing accident was her handiwork. Rage consumed me; I wanted to tear her limb from limb, but her next words killed my spirit entirely.

"Your fiancé, John, used the money from your sold kidney to buy my engagement ring. We've been together all along."

The cold earth fell, and my world went dark.

Then, I woke up. I was back at my nineteenth birthday gala. John was right there, cornering me, demanding I apologize for pushing Catherine into the pool. This time, I didn't back down. The schemes and the hatred of my past life—I’m going to make you pay it all back, with interest.

She healed his nightmares. She didn't know he was already her patient.

After one reckless night, Lucy Lowe flees her boss Ethan Reid's bedroom at dawn—having crossed every professional line, using the clinical psychology skills she swore never to touch again to pull him back from a violent PTSD flashback. Shame and reason tell her: this was the one mistake that must end here.

Until that midnight hour.

When she logs into an encrypted platform as "Dr. Whisper," her anonymous therapist persona, her world collapses. On the other side of the screen is "Ranger"—the veteran she has treated for eight months, sharing his trauma and loneliness. His syntax, his breathing, the scars she once traced in the dark—all of it points to one man: Ethan Reid.

Now he stands before her, offering a mad solution: marriage. Not for love, but for survival. A contract to silence office gossip, to contain an unplanned pregnancy, to shield her from the storm of his world. Lucy signs with her secret intact, moves into his mansion, wears his ring, and pretends this is only a transaction.

But as the Milan Fashion Week spotlights rise, as her ex Quinn closes in with "evidence" about her mother's case, and as Dr. Chapman—the psychologist who falsified testimony—finally appears before her… Lucy must choose before everything crumbles: keep hiding behind the mask, or risk it all—including the heart she has not yet dared to name—to reclaim her truth?

"We want to see the virgin's breasts!" They shouted and ripped off my top, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
Everyone laughed at me, but I can't do anything.
I couldn't speak.
"She seems to have a nice ass ...... " the man said.
He propped me up on a table and put my hands behind my back, then turned me over and lifted my skirt, exposing my ass. I gasped and tried to move, but he spanked me.
"How about we start with a hundred dollars? Any more, and you can check if she's a virgin...... " he said while holding me there.
"One hundred dollars!" I felt a hand rubbing my thighs and spread my legs.
But a voice boomed across the room.
"Five thousand dollars ...... Get your fucking hands off of her." An alpha voice rang out, and everyone fell silent.
" The deaf virgin is sold to the Alpha over there for five thousand dollars!"


The pack had always hated Mildred for not having a wolf.
The future alpha of the pack, her mate, immediately rejected her.
However, shortly after she escaped, she was kidnapped. She realized that her mate had sold her to the human trafficking mafia.
There, she met her second mate ...... He bought her. He was an Alpha who had suffered for years without his mate, which turned him into a violent and ruthless man.
Just when Mildred thought she had a chance to be happy, her first mate appeared again, jealous and demanding that Mildred become his wife.
Now Mildred was between two mates from rival packs, and she seemed to have a power to win the war.

"You are my new mate," Alpha Lucien said.
"No," I whispered, trembling. "You're my stepfather."
Aria was born an orphan—unwanted, unloved, and used to being invisible in a pack that despised her. But nothing prepared her for the moment her cold, merciless stepfather, Alpha Lucien, marked her as his mate.
Trapped in a horrifying bond with the man who should've protected her, Aria is desperate to escape. Every touch burns, every word chains her tighter. Until Kael returns—Lucien's long-banished son, a fierce warrior with secrets in his eyes and fire in his blood.
When Kael lays eyes on Aria, everything explodes.
She's not just his father's claimed Luna.
She's his fated mate.
Now caught between a forced bond and a destined one, Aria must make an impossible choice: submit to the Alpha who claimed her by force… or fight for the forbidden love that could destroy them all.
In a world ruled by dominance, bloodlines, and fate, will love be her salvation—or her ruin?

“You can't fall in love with your boss.”

My best friend warned me before my first day at the firm.

I laughed.

“Don't worry. I'm already married.”

What I didn't tell her was that my husband was the man walking into the conference room that morning.

Elias Jefferson was the firm's newest partner—a brilliant, wealthy, intimidating attorney who could silence an entire room with a single glance.

And somehow, he was also the stranger I had married only days before.

Nobody at the firm knew.

Nobody could know.

I needed this job. I had spent years struggling to prove that I belonged in the legal world, and I refused to let anyone think I had gotten ahead because I was sleeping with the boss.

So at work, Elias and I became strangers.

He challenged my arguments in meetings. I fought back.

He praised my legal instincts in front of the entire team. I pretended his approval meant nothing.

And whenever our eyes met across the courtroom, I had to remind myself that he wasn't my husband here.

He was my boss.

But when the office lights went out and we went home together, keeping our distance became much harder.

Then one night, Elias told me, “Our marriage was supposed to be temporary. So why can't I imagine letting you go?”

Mari is running away from her abusive boyfriend when she runs into Stefan. Stefan, a werewolf king, has mistaken her for his destined mate, and before she can correct him, he bites and mates with her. Mari is happy enough with her newfound life as the werewolf king’s mate, but will her happiness last when his fated mate, who happens to be her long-lost twin sister, shows up?

I came to Frostveil Academy to because it was expected.
I never expected to be claimed….. especially not by him.

At Frostveil Academy, magic is power—and only the most powerful wolves rule the ice.

My name is Elira Frostborne. I am used to being invisible. I arrives at the elite Frostveil Academy already marked as an outsider. I don’t have my wolf yet. I don’t know my magical limits. And in a school built on dominance, that makes me dangerous—or disposable.
Especially when he starts to notice me….

Kade Pyrrhos is everything Frostveil respects. Powerful. Feared. Unbreakable. His wolf is fully awakened, his strength unquestioned, and his future already written. As the academy’s golden boy, he knows control is everything… until I arrives and his control begins to crumble.

Because something about me calls to him.

Every glance sparks tension. Every moment of closeness ignites power neither of us understands. My magic reacts to him in ways it never has before, and Kade’s wolf refuses to ignore me—no matter how forbidden I am.

Bound by secrets, divided by blood, and drawn together by a force older than the academy itself, we must decide whether to fight the bond forming between us… or surrender to it.

At Frostveil, strength is tested, power is claimed, and some bonds are impossible to break.
Even if he is my stepbrother.

3:07 a.m. That’s when my world shattered—via a video call from the boyfriend who’d vanished to Australia without a word. No warning, no goodbye, just a grin and a life-altering secret that left me reeling. But heartbreak doesn’t pause for office hours, and neither does my infuriatingly handsome boss, Rowan Pierce.
One minute, he’s micromanaging my reports and calling me “incompetent” for breathing wrong. The next, he’s dragging me to a business trip in the one country I never wanted to see again, playing the role of my fiancé to seal a deal. A fake kiss that felt too real. A stormy night where he held me like he actually cared. For a second, I let myself believe the ice around his heart was melting—until we got back to London.

Now he’s demoted me to the other side of the building, acting like our time in Australia was just a business transaction. Like the chocolate we shared, the shoulder I leaned on, the way he calmed my panic… meant nothing. But I’m not the girl who gets left behind twice. Caleb broke my trust, but Rowan? He’s playing a game I didn’t ask to join—and I’m about to find out why.

Was it all a lie? Or is the man who’s pushing me away the same one who’s terrified of letting me in? One thing’s for sure: I’m not leaving this office—or this mess—without the truth. And if Rowan Pierce thinks he can use me and discard me? He’s about to learn just how stubborn a heartbroken woman can be.

“W—we shouldn’t be doing this…”
I tried to whisper the lie, but Dominic was already on me, his mouth on my throat, hands claiming my body like he paid for the right to ruin me.
His fingers slid deep and stars danced at the back of my eyes. Dominic chuckles against my skin, “That’s Daddy’s good girl,”
and every boundary I ever believed in shattered.
No contract. No marriage vow. No lie I told could stop what happened next.


Lily thought it would be simple: marry her best friend’s husband under a false name, save her family, and uncover why her friend vanished without a trace.
But the moment she sees Dominic at the altar—dangerous, possessive and devastating—everything collapses.
Because Lily is hiding the one truth that could burn her new life to the ground:
Dominic is her daughter’s real father…
and her best friend’s missing husband.
Now she must survive a marriage built on secrets with a man who won’t stop until he owns every part of her.

Love was never part of Isabella Fisher’s plan.
At nineteen, she believed in books, coffee, and quiet routines not passion, not heartbreak, and definitely not men who looked like trouble.
But one reckless night in a crowded club changes everything.
She meets Lorenzo, an enigmatic Italian stranger with danger written in his eyes and sin in his smile. A night of heat and temptation ends as quickly as it began, leaving her with nothing but a memory she can’t shake.
Isabella’s world turns upside down when her mother announces her engagement to a wealthy businessman Giovanni Moretti. He’s charming, powerful… and hiding something. When Isabella meets his son at dinner, her heart stops.
Lorenzo.
The man she swore she’d never see again.
The man who now calls her stepsister.
As Isabella becomes entangled in the Moretti family’s dark world of secrets, power, and betrayal, she realizes the mark on Giovanni’s skin isn’t just a tattoo — it’s the symbol of a dangerous mafia empire. And Lorenzo? He’s caught in it just as deep.
Torn between her mother’s happiness and the forbidden pull of a man she should never want, Isabella fights the truth until love turns into war, and loyalty demands a price she never imagined paying.
Because in the world of the Morettis, nothing is safe, not family, not love, and definitely not hearts.

The military called me a legend. My wife called me a loser.

To honor a top-secret federal NDA, I buried my past and became a warehouse janitor at my wife's security firm.

I built her a multi-billion-dollar business empire from scratch, asking for nothing in return but the medical bills for my dying daughter.

Yet, just to marry another man, she stole my life's work as her own.

She went so far as to freeze my daughter’s healthcare account, throwing my dying little girl out into the freezing rain to force me out with nothing.

They thought they had stepped me into the dirt.

They have no idea that my NDA expires tonight.

I signed the divorce papers, walked out of the hospital with my girl in my arms, and dialed back into a locked military channel to issue one quiet command:

[SYSTEM RECOVERY: MASTER AUTHORIZATION REVOKED.]

Touch my daughter? Steal my work?

The reckoning has begun, and not a single one of you will survive the fallout.

Five months pregnant, I clung to the faint hope that my unborn baby and loving husband Liam would bring me warmth. But strapped to an operating table, I heard his cold order as the blade sliced my belly: cut out the fetus and discard it as medical waste—don’t delay Chloe’s kidney transplant.
My stepmother cheered next door, thrilled her daughter would get my kidney. They planned to drain me dry and leave me to die quietly. Little did they know, their brutal cruelty burned itself into my bones. When I crawl back from hell, I will break every last one of them.

To save my sister, I humbly married into her family, only to be treated like a parasite by my ex-wife, who was worth billions, and suffered endless humiliation.

When she stopped giving my sister her life-saving medication for her male best friend, I was completely desperate. On a snowy night, I plunged off a cliff with my car, and my body was never recovered.

It wasn't until the police presented her with her charred belongings and the truth about how I risked my life to save her that the once aloof woman went completely insane.

Three years later, I rose from the ashes as a multi-billionaire, while she knelt at my feet like a dog, begging and pleading, "Please... just look at me one more time..."

A falling planter knocked me out after a fight with my lifelong rival. When I woke up, I remembered everything. But I decided to play dumb and fake amnesia—figured it was the perfect excuse to fleece him for some cash.
“Who are you?” I asked.
Nathan Cole looked shocked for a second, then lied through his teeth“Your boyfriend. We've been together for eight years.”
Wait, what?!
He glanced at my mouth. “Want a kiss? Might jog your memory.”
The audacity of this man.
I'd been after his money. Apparently, he was after my lips.

My college roommate was a professional loyalty tester.
Every boyfriend I ever had, she “tested.” Every single one failed. She sent me the photos to prove it.
“Good thing you have me, right?”
So I cut her off, moved across the country, and got engaged to a man I thought she could never touch.
On my wedding day, she showed up as my makeup artist.
That night, she climbed into my husband’s bed.
A year later, he stood at the foot of my hospital bed and watched me bleed out, because I’d dared to send her to prison.
Then I woke up. Back in that makeup chair. Back on the morning of my wedding.
This time, I know exactly what she’ll do.
And this time, I’m the one keeping the receipts.

I married Adrian Bennett to pay off my family's debt. The contract was simple enough to fit on one page and insane enough to ruin my life: give him a daughter, and every dollar I owed vanished. Give him a son, and the balance doubled.
 
I gave him a boy. Then another boy. The debt quadrupled.
 
When our third child finally arrived and the doctor announced she was a girl, Adrian-the coldest CEO in Lakebridge-cried over her bassinet. He zeroed out my accounts before my anesthesia even wore off.
 
I thought I had finally survived the game.
 
Then his childhood friend came to visit. She took one look at the sea of pink dresses taking over our house and scoffed, claiming a daughter could never inherit the Bennett empire.
 
Adrian was on the floor, detangling our daughter's hair.
 
Without breaking his focus, he said, "My daughter will own the empire. And if she wants three husbands to serve her, I’ll buy them houses."
 
That was when I realized two things.
 
First, nobody in Lakebridge understood how dangerous it was to insult Adrian Bennett's daughter.
 
Second, I still had absolutely no idea if he wanted her mother.

The five of us had an unwritten rule: we never discussed plans. We guessed.

What to eat, where to go, who was paying—everything was a guessing game.

They called it the kind of connection you developed after ten years together.

Somehow, I was always the only one who got it wrong.

Two weeks before our fall vacation, I asked the group chat, “Where are we going?”

All four of them gave the same answer: “Guess.”

I asked my boyfriend privately. Without giving it much thought, he said, “I hear Lake Tahoe's beautiful in October.”

That night, I booked a flight to Reno.

The next day, my best friend, Olivia Bennett, posted a picture of palm trees in our chat.

“Can't wait for that ocean breeze!”

I canceled Reno and booked Key West.

A day later, my oldest brother shared a post about hiking in Death Valley.

“Every guy should see the desert at least once.”

I canceled again and booked Las Vegas so I could go to Death Valley.

In seven days, I changed my reservation eight times. I thought I'd finally figured it out.

Then, the night before we left, I saw a group chat on my boyfriend's phone. A chat without me.

Olivia: “I've decided. San Diego.”

My oldest brother answered immediately. “Sounds good. I'll buy the tickets now.”

My other brother: “Oh, and somebody remember to give Chris a hint about the right place.”

My boyfriend sent an OK emoji.

Only then did I understand. There hadn't been a destination to guess. They'd been waiting for Olivia to choose while I kept guessing alone.

This time, I didn't want to change my ticket.

At the auction, when Anna’s painting was sold for the highest price of the night, I died in a dim underground studio.

No one knew that the painting had stolen my inspiration.

I was the most talented painter in the Hale family, yet I lived forever in my sister’s shadow — only because our paintings always ended up strangely similar.

At first, people said it was the bond between sisters.
Later, after my sister stole my paintings and exhibited them first, I became the so-called thief who plagiarized her works, while Anna turned into a celebrated, sought-after painter.

“Hard work really is more reliable than talent.” That was what people loved to say.

Before the auction, my family locked me away in the studio.
“Don’t ruin Anna’s big night.”

My sister Anna handed me a piece of bread.
“Little sister, have something to eat. When the auction’s over, we’ll go celebrate with a nice meal.”

“Look how kind your sister is — she still worries you’re hungry.”
Mother kicked me hard.

But she never knew Anna had poisoned the bread.
After just one bite, my skin broke out in rashes, I could barely breathe, and pain tore through every part of me.

Before I suffocated, I called my boyfriend Edd.
All I got was his cold scold:
“Lily, stop playing these cheap tricks!”

To the busy beep of the phone, I took my last breath.

When they came home triumphantly, thinking I was just being moody and refusing to join the celebration, they never knew I had stayed forever in that dark, quiet studio.

My roommate put a Blood Binding Curse on me — my own bloodline power, along with every resource I receive, gets automatically rerouted straight to her.
My ex helped her set it up. For six months she lived off my bloodline playing noble princess, him always on her arm, while I walked around hollow. The harder I fought to prove myself, the more I fed her.
Then I died. Came back knowing everything.
Here's what I figured out: the curse reroutes everything I receive.
Including debt.
I went to a guild and borrowed a batch of elixirs. Opened the contract.
The debtor on the line wasn't me.

On my due date, my husband Russell locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Pembroke family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Natasha and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Russell made this insane decision.

"My brother and Natasha's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

My mother only ever made the bedtime tea for me. Never my brother—just me, every night, because I was the gifted one, the daughter she "worried about."
The night before the scholarship exam, my one shot at college, she brought me a cup like always.
The next day I collapsed in the middle of the test. I'd never been sick a day in my life. I failed.
Don't worry, she said. We'll try again next year. And every single night, she kept making me that tea.
Second year, I went down again. Third year, again. Three times I sat that exam, three times my body quit at the worst possible moment.
The whole town started calling me the girl who faints. The genius who cracks. The family joke.
And my brother—who copied my homework and never read a book to the end—somehow walked away with everything.
I never understood why my body fell apart every time it mattered.
This was my last chance. For days I barely ate, terrified it would happen again.
Then, the night before the exam, my mother walked in with a cup of tea…

I, Emma Moretti, have one final secret—I’m dying.
I have stage four brain cancer.
I’ve kept this secret well, protecting my Alpha husband, Alpha Jason Romano, from the pain of losing me. I thought, at least, when I left, he would grieve.
But on my son Noah’s birthday, my world collapsed.
Alpha Jason, the Alpha I loved and sacrificed everything for, kneels—proposing to my sister, Lily.
My family claps, telling me to "understand." What about Noah? My own son? He smiles at me and says, “I also hope Aunt Lily becomes my mom.”
In that moment, I was no longer foolish.
I healed, reborn stronger than ever, returning as the heir Seraphina Malcolm.
And now, I’m not just back.
I’m back to take revenge on all of them.

Anna Lancaster was the family shame, hidden in the shadows while her perfect half-sister, Lauren, was groomed to marry William Fairchild—the ruthless, devastatingly handsome billionaire heir.

But on the night of the fairytale wedding, Lauren is found dead.

To bury the scandal, the cruel Lancasters force Anna into her sister’s still-warm, blood-soaked wedding dress and drag her down the aisle. Now, she is bound to a man who despises her very breath, trapped in a gilded mansion where the walls whisper lies and danger lurks in every corner.

William thinks he’s married a meek, helpless pawn. The Fairchild family thinks they can break her.

But they don't know the truth.

They think Lauren’s death was the tragedy. They don’t realize it was just the first move in a much darker game.

In a house full of monsters, the innocent bride might just be the most dangerous creature of all.

Welcome to the Fairchild Mansion. Step inside if you dare...

Triffany never expected her life will change after an unpleasant encounter with a
stranger she never knew, this wasn't the life she dreamt of, force into a marriage she did not
sign up for but will things really go well for her after getting married to a wealthy man who
has no love for her.

“Mate… let's mark her right now!” his canines came out.
“Ash, please can you just let me bond with my mate and make her comfortable before we get to the part of marking? I don’t want to scare her away from me.” Asher pleaded with his inner wolf.

Ash was a fucking bastard.

“I would give you the leverage to think for the both of us only when I am given what I want right now, what I want is for you to mark my mate, so go on do it as fast as you can.” Ash responded.

Asher was having a serious mental debate with his inner wolf in front of their mate.

"Don't you think you are exaggerating this whole issue, let us rest first!"

Her body was soft as sulk and he felt the urge to do what Ash had been saying but why would he when he could talk with her and they prepare a day for their marking ceremony.


Lidien was born with the extraordinary mark which had been prophesied to be the last moon goddess, it brought about the fear of the prophecy but nobody dared to tell her as she lived a normal life. she expected to be marked on the full moon day, would this be a way of getting back at her mate and family for forsaking her?

Lily black was an ordinary girl, going about her days as usual… Before her seventeenth birthday things started to seem strange. Her mother and best friend were keeping secrets from her… snooping led to the truth, awakening her dragon, Sapphire, who had been locked away in the darkest parts of her mind. Not being able to believe what’s happening, Lily feels crazy, even after shifting into Sapphire's form. Betrayal and lies make Lily move away, meeting new people and her fated mate… Creed. The last alpha, king dragon.

They accept each other and plan on mating, until Lily's mother is captured by her deranged father, having to save her.

Getting caught in the crossfire.

Lily's father cannot find out she’s the last female dragon… bad things would happen.

Come find out what happens along Lily and Creed's journey, will Danny Further prevail? Or will Lily succeed instead.

"I said get out." My tone sliced through the room.
He stared like he didn't recognize me. Then, for the first time ever, Bron Tarquin–my murderer–backed away.
"You'll regret this."
"Close the door," I said softly, "before I show you what regret really feels like."
Zephyr Delphine dies in a car accident orchestrated by her stepbrother and his crime family, only to wake up five years in the past—the night before her arranged marriage to Avalon Cary, the ruthless billionaire CEO who's secretly the Alpha of North America's most powerful werewolf pack.In her first life, Zephyr was a meek, powerless human who Avalon rejected on their wedding night for his true mate. She spent years as his scorned contract wife before her step family killed her for her inheritance. But this time, Zephyr has a secret: the accident awakened her dormant bloodline. She's not just any wolf—she's a rare Lunar Phoenix, the only creature who can have multiple fated mates.
Avalon rejected her before, but now that she's stopped chasing him and is clearly hiding powerful secrets, he's obsessed with uncovering the truth about his "changed" wife while she's busy dismantling everyone who wronged her and potentially choosing a different mate entirely.

Seventeen-year-old Clara Sebastian has perfected the art of staying invisible. Stage-four cancer has narrowed her world to hospital visits, constant medication, and an experimental drug that only postpones the inevitable. When her mother insists she attend a cancer support group just to talk, Clara prepares for pity and reminders of all she is losing.
Then she literally collides with Peter Waters.
Eighteen, charming, and fiercely alive despite losing his leg to cancer, Peter refuses to treat Clara as fragile or broken. Their first encounter is awkward, irritating, and strangely electric. He doesn't see her as someone dying; he sees her as someone fully present. In that moment, curiosity awakens where numbness had taken hold.
What starts as cautious conversations after meetings grows into shared jokes, movie nights, and quiet stolen afternoons…fragile, reckless moments that gently blur the line between friendship and something deeper, something that dares to feel like forever. Peter fears being forgotten more than he fears death itself. Clara understands that every day is borrowed. Together, they seek meaning in the face of limited time.
Clara finds refuge in obsessively rereading a novel that never fully answers what survival truly means. On impulse, she writes to its reclusive author and is astonished when he replies, inviting her to meet him abroad. The journey becomes a pivotal chapter for Clara and Peter, where their love blooms fully, bright and defiant, against the relentless passage of time.
When Peter is gone, Clara is left with profound grief, cherished memories, and the terrifying yet exhilarating courage to keep living.. for him, for herself, and for the fleeting infinity they created together.

Liv doesn't believe in fate. After years of making one bad decision after another, she believes in dead-end jobs, cheating boyfriends, empty bank accounts, and knowing when it's finally time to walk away. So she packs her car, leaves everything behind, and drives until she runs out of gas in the middle of nowhere.

Stranded outside a strange little town with nowhere to go and barely enough money for a motel room or a tank of gas, Liv wanders into a rundown bar where she finds Christian.

Huge, dangerous, and apparently determined to drink himself into oblivion, Christian is the kind of man Liv knows she should avoid. Yet from the moment he sees her, something changes. He watches her. Protects her. And when the danger lurking inside the bar finally reveals itself, he takes her and carries her deep into the woods to a secluded cabin and refuses to let her leave.

Greyson has been through the emotional ringer and needs change.  So, he quits his high-paying CEO position to turn his mansion into a bed and breakfast and transform the yard into a paradise. Never wanting to sit at a desk again, Greyson recruits a manager to oversee the bed and breakfast. Jenna has a need to prove herself to a man she only knows by his reputation. However, when she arrives at the mansion, she doesn't meet the powerful CEO, only the man she assumes is his gardener. Tempers flare as they work to open the business. It’s not until Jenna’s nightmare catches up with her that Greyson begins to understand what she’s really fighting for. Determined not to repeat past mistakes, Greyson will do the one thing he swore he would never do again. He'll put on the suit and become the CEO he'd grown to hate to save her.

After a war that nearly wiped out her kind, 18-year-old Katrina, the last surviving werewolf, awakens from a magical spell with no memory of her human life. Found and taken in by Dylan, a charming college student, she must navigate unfamiliar human emotions, desires, and love. But soon, a dark prophecy and ancient curse threatened to destroy them. With the help of Sabina, a mysterious witch, Katrina must unravel the secrets of her past, save herself from extinction, and choose between her wolf and her newfound humanity

I once believed that love could transcend life and death.

Until the terminal stage of Moon Eclipse Disease, when my husband personally gave the life-saving opportunity to my younger sister—that orphan girl I had rescued.

He said the pack needed a gentle Luna like her.

My son clung to her, calling her 'Mom.' My parents crowned her with what should have been mine.

Fine, so you all want me dead?

Then I'll stake everything on one final gamble.

After I die, I want every single one of you to be tortured by the truth.

Due to his grandmother's dying wish, Leonard, the hospital's most eligible cardiac surgeon, was forced to marry the nurse who secretly loved him—me. Through six years of hidden marriage, we pretended to be mere colleagues at the hospital while he remained utterly cold toward me and our daughter Vera. When his first love returned, I watched him reignite his passion for another woman and my heart died completely. I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his world with Vera. This time, he lost us forever.

you are my queen, and I want to kiss you now,” he said.
I’m not sure that was what I expected him to say, but I had been waiting to hear it. I smiled playfully, looking at him. “Yes, my king,” I said.
Moments, his lips were on mine. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him; I let my arms find their way around his neck. I felt his tongue gently run along my lower lip and couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my mouth at its touch. Von only took that as permission and slipped his tongue into my mouth; I let my tongue explore his mouth as he did the same to mine. Eventually, the kiss grew deeper, and before I knew it, I was straddling his lap in one quick motion. His hands found their way to my hair, tangled in it as he tugged it lightly in his grip. I couldn’t help moaning against his lips; a growl of pleasure came from deep in his throat.


My name is Arianna Maree Paxton however I Hate that name my parents gave me that name, after my , great-great grandmother. So I go by Ari. you see my parents are hardly that they hate me in every way possible. I am only here to be their slave and plaything, otherwise they probably would of killed me a long time ago. My family belong to a pride of snow leopards well now were more of a group then a pride most of us have died out. I have a feeling my species will be coming to a end soon and the worst part of it is that we will die with such a shameful legacy left behind one that I want no part of.

Were simply a small part of the shifter community, most every other shifter, magical beings live in harmony with humans and other beings. However, they do have their own rules they each follow but for the most part the respect each other, it doesn’t mean they share anything by any means. Each has their own schools, hospitals, and way of living but terrroity and lives are generally respected. However, I feel that is mostly in part to fear of the Royal family.

However my species is dying out because they have lost their way , when you force your leopard to do horrid things it will eventually leave you , which was what was happing all around me , when that happens you can no longer find a mate , and usually you lose your mind. Without mates we can no longer reproduce hence the feeling of the end coming soon. Or at least I thought that was the reason I have that feeling but I kind of feel like something bigger is on the way.

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage.
We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment.
For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage.
Today, I finally received his message:
"I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport."
When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend.
In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air.
Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken—to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again.
He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be.
"Aurora, come back. I regret everything!"
Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

On my birthday, my husband ditched me for his "innocent" adopted sister, mocking me as a useless housewife. He has no clue that I, Sophia, am actually "Sue"—the legendary designer his company is desperate to recruit!

Fed up, I slammed the divorce papers on the table, ready to crush his arrogance and expose his sister's lies.

But the moment I stopped caring, this icy CEO lost his mind. He pinned me against the wall, his eyes burning with dark obsession: "Sophia, trying to escape? Over my dead body. Tonight, I’ll show you exactly whose wife you are..."

Mercedes Underwood is a lost girl. Lost from her world and herself. She grew up with abusive parents and had a really shitty childhood. Sometimes she believed that they were not her parents much less rassemblements between her and them. When she turned 18 years old, her parents attempt to sell her off to some bad people to pay off their debt. That did not come as a surprise that they would do such a thing and there was no love lost there. But what came as a surprise was when she woke up naked the next morning, walls splattered with blood and four people ripped to shreds. Life went from bad to bloody worse for Mercedes. It was like waking up in a horror scene. She was petrified and confused, nothing made sense but what did make sense was for her to pick up what she can and run.


Felix Ransom is the Alpha of the White Claw pack. He leads his pack with an iron fist and ensures everyone's safety and makes sure the pack thrives. But something is missing. The gentle touch of a Luna. Felix is already 25 years old and has not found the one the Moon Goddess chose for him. His other half and mate. Each day without the one for him made his hope of ever finding her wither away. At a point, he even thought that she might have died. It never occurred to him that his made would come right to him much less be a human who is a fugitive for murdering 4 people. Or was she a human being after all?

"Sign it," he said.

Three years of marriage ended with a line and a pen that trembled in her hand. It wasn't the papers that hurt—it was the way he didn't even flinch when she did.

Amelia Hart walked out of his penthouse that night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heartbeat. She'd given Daniel Sterling everything—her love, her identity, her silent devotion—only to be discarded the moment she became inconvenient.

But when the empire he built begins to fall, when the cold CEO who never looked back suddenly needs the woman he threw away, he returns with the same hands that once let her go, now reaching for what he destroyed.

Only this time, there's a clause he didn't read…

Triffany never expected her life will change after an unpleasant encounter with a stranger she never knew, this wasn't the life she dreamt of, and force into a marriage she did not sign up for, but will things really go well for her after getting married to a wealthy man who has no love for her.

He left without breathing a word of it to you, and you still believe he's gonna come back? How sure are you?"

I didn't speak, cause I'm not sure..

"What if he doesn't come back until your baby is born? Let's say two years later?"

"I don't know" I shook my head.

Arthur sighed.

"I spoke with my dad before coming here, he said it'll be dangerous for you if you keep it"

Doctor Morris is his dad, I forgot to mention that.

"It's better you abort now, it might cost your life..you know about your cervical condition"

I blinked and looked away from him, my gaze focused on the rain.

"That's all the more reason I shouldn't abort it. Who knows if I'll ever be able to conceive again?"

He didn't say anything after I said those words.. he sighed.

"I told you not to trust college boys, but you paid no attention.. now you've been played" he grumbled.

He opened an umbrella, which I didn't know he was holding.. then led me to his car.

He opened the door for me and I slide into the passenger door, he rushed to the driver's side as I was fastening my seatbelt.

"Whatever your decision is, I'll stand by you!" He said.

“I'm pregnant.”

Those three words should have been the happiest moment of Elena Whitfield Voss's life. Instead, a single photo of her husband in a hotel room and a message from another woman shatter the future she has dreamed of for her marriage.

For three years, Elena has loved billionaire CEO, Damien Voss with her whole heart. She sacrificed her dream and devoted herself to their home. She never questioned his late nights, his distant nature, or the walls he kept around his emotions. She believed their marriage was unshakable.

Until doubt finds its way in.

The more Elena searches for the truth, the more impossible it becomes to tell what's real and what's a lie. Every answer only leads to another secret, and every secret pushes her further away from the man she thought she knew.

Heartbroken, Elena walks away without revealing the secret growing inside her, a child Damien has always wanted.

Only after losing his wife does Damien realize the woman he took for granted has always been the one who owns his heart. But by then, the lies have already torn them apart.

But when love is buried beneath suspicion, silence, and shattered trust, can the truth still bring two hearts back together?

Or has someone already made sure there is no way back?

He took me in his arms and my breast rubbed against his broad chest, I could barely concentrate as my eyes saw flashes of myself moaning, my breast jiggling as it slammed his broad. Fuck, it didn't end at kissing.
"Fuck!" I screech as he had tore off my clothes before I could think for a moment, I didn't even had a bra except my underwear.Hastily I covered my bare breast with my palm.
"Turn around" he ordered and keeping a stern look at me, I sensed he was controlling himself as he gulps hard.


After having an issue with her husband, stumbles upon a bar, had a one-night stand accidentally with a stranger, only to wake up to find herself abducted. In an attempt to escape, there was a ship wreck and she gets stuck with her abductor on a dangerous planet with deadly creatures.
Now she has to survive on this strange planet and avoid her abductor but would that be possible when she is suddenly wanted by the entire planet?
How will she survive on this planet when on the first day, she got captured by a creature?
Who could she probably be?
All she wants is to go home!
All he wants to deliver her as a package!

Danica wakes up beside a strange man in the morning. The next day, she finds herself becoming the surrogate to a mysterious man, in the bid to save her twin sister Daniella from a ruthless mafia boss. But what she doesn't understand is, why did he change the rules? He wants her body once every month till she conceives yet; she can't see him face to face...

Sneak peak;
The moment he took a step, Danica recalled his promise and yelled, "Wait!" He halted but didn't turn his head in her direction. "Hmmm," he hummed.

Danica couldn't continue to live in anticipation of a faceless man coming to her room 4 times a week. She gathered her last courage and said, "you promised to let me see your face." Loney stiffened for a few seconds. He was a man of his words therefore, he had to face the unexpected. No matter what, it was bound to happen.

THE LAST RAID TEAM
He was the weakest member. They left him to die. That was their mistake.
Ryn Castel was always the odd one out, a C-rank scout in one of the nation's top guilds, kept on the roster only because the Guild Master was his oldest friend. He knew it. Everyone knew it.
So when the Iron Void Guild descended into the Abyssal Vault, a Rank S dungeon with zero successful clears, Ryn expected to prove himself.
He didn't expect to watch forty-nine people die in eleven minutes.
He didn't expect to watch his best friend walk out the gate and seal it behind him.
And he didn't expect the dungeon to send him a notification no living hunter had ever received.
[FORSAKEN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED] Survival rate of all previous Forsaken entities: 0.0%. Do you accept?
He accepted.
Not to survive. Not to escape.
To make one man look him in the eye again from the wrong end of everything Ryn was about to become.
Forty floors. No party. No healer. Broken gear. And a class the system has never seen before, one that grows stronger with every person he's lost, and Ryn has lost forty-nine.
The world above thinks he's dead.
They have no idea what's coming back up.