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Leilani is an eighteen-year-old werewolf. She has always had a crush on her father's best friend and beta Malakai. On her eighteenth birthday she finds out that Malakai is her mate, but she shouldn't be able to find her mate until she turns twenty-one. Her eighteenth birthday should have been the first time she shifted but it wasn't. She shifted for the first time when she was sixteen which has never happened. Nobody knows why things are happening so fast for her, not even the pack doctor. Once her father gets sick with cancer, Leilani is forced to take over as the Crimson Lilly's Pack alpha years before she is supposed to. Leilani is the first ever female alpha. Malakai helps train her for the alpha position. During training Leilani finds out she is more special than she thought. She has powers that no one has seen in years, making her extra special.

Maya Carter spent years being mocked and underestimated for being a woman in college football, but after fighting her way onto an elite team and becoming the one player capable of challenging her brother’s arrogant best friend and star cornerback, Jace Williams, she finally proves she belongs,until she is framed for destroying the team’s prized trophy, and Jace unexpectedly protects her, drawing them closer despite their rivalry, while secretly pursuing her because of a bet to make her fall in love with him and bring her down.

But what happens when Jace actually falls in love with the woman he was supposed to destroy, and Maya discovers that the man who stole her heart was only getting close to her because of a bet?

BLUE BOYXBOY

Jessie jay is a highly stuck up asshole,17 years old and straight with a huge ego.Jessie thinks that the world revolves around him and he has everyone under his control at school.When Paige,a new kid shows up 17 and openly gay with also a huge ego.Jessie realize he's and his crew is not the only badass again.As Jessie prove to Paige that he's the real deal at their school, his feelings for Paige change.

My Nerd…My Baby Boy

Being sent to his dads office again, for the third time since the week started, his eyes landed on the most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on.

'He's gonna be mine.'

Jace put his mind to that but there's a lot he will have to learn about the boy and those things will break jace's heart but he would still fall for the boy of his dreams.

Celine's secretly crushing on Aaron, the new young teacher. She got bullied for getting close to him, but fate brings them closer. Things twist when she discovers her mom's lover is Aaron's dad – he'll be her stepbrother! How can Celine accept this reality when she's already in love? Will she risk her mom's happiness for love, or keep crushing in secret and avoid him... especially after the threatening letter?

"I need you to help me fake a private jet crash. I want my husband to believe I'm dead. It’s the only way to save myself from him." I said.

I grew up in a family where I was always overlooked.

I was six when I went missing. Four years later, I finally returned home, but my parents already had another daughter, Chloe.

From then on, everything I owned belonged to her—my toys, my dresses, my friends.

By the time we reached college, Chloe had not only stolen two of my boyfriends, but also the research paper I’d spent two years writing.

Then I met Lucian Marino, heir to New York's most powerful Mafia family.

He fell in love with me at first sight. No matter how hard Chloe tried to seduce him, he never once wavered.

He defied his family to marry me, and for three years, I was his cherished Donna.

I thought I'd finally found something my sister couldn't steal.

Until I received a photograph of Lucian holding a pair of twins, with Chloe smiling beside him.

They were his children. Worse, both our parents had known all along.

I still loved him. God, I loved him so much it hurt.

But that love was no longer enough to make me stay.

I'd believed he would always be the one person who chose me. Now I realized even that promise had been a lie.

This time, I was choosing myself. And I was taking our child with me.

I would never look back.

I gave my Alpha fiancé to my stepsister.

My mother's face lit up. "You're giving Damon to Maya? Don't come crying later, Kira. That man is the most powerful Alpha alive."

I won't. Never again.

Last life, I married him. Suffocated for three years.

He wanted a perfect Luna. I showed up to the full moon gala in a mini skirt. The elite ladies circled in—*"Shameless. Like a bitch in heat."* Damon walked over, draped his jacket over my shoulders.

I thought he was protecting me.

"Must you embarrass me like this?" His voice cut like ice. "Every damn time."

That's when I knew: he loved the perfect Luna. Not me.

Then came the conservative gowns, endless etiquette training, and every time I fought back—*"Pack law, Kira. Obey."*

Until the flames took me, I swore: If I ever got another chance, I would never marry that man.

I woke the night before our engagement and pushed the contract away. "Let Maya be his perfect Luna. I just want my freedom."

But I didn't expect—

When Damon discovered the switch, the cold Alpha completely lost it.

I am the nameless corpse dumped in an alley, left without a head or limbs.
My mother is the lead detective on the case.
She stood outside the crime scene tape, pinching her nose in disgust. "Another street rat who got what she deserved. Just like my own useless daughter—always out running wild."
I hovered above, watching her step over my mutilated body, cooing gently into the phone with my stepsister—while the last call I made to her for help, the night I died, went unanswered.
Not until the medical examiner pried the bloodstained birthday necklace from my stiff fingers.
Not until forensics restored the audio file on my phone, and my final desperate plea echoed out: "Mom, help me..."
Only then did Detective Sarah—Chicago's coldest cop—collapse in front of that pile of "trash," her wail of grief tearing through the night.

I heard that recording and couldn't believe it. My husband had been having an affair for a whole year, and my six-year-old Jerry had been covering for him this whole time.

Later, at Jerry's birthday party, I overheard his friends: "That's Jerry's nanny. His real mom works overseas."

My son told everyone I was just the nanny.

That day, standing in the hotel hallway, Jerry looked at me and said: "Can you promise to never come find me again? So Michelle can officially be my mom?"

My blood ran cold.

My boyfriend's stepsister was assaulted. She didn't survive it.

I knew the truth, but I refused to name the man who did it.

His parents got down on their knees and begged me. I didn't budge.

When the reporters showed up at my door, I chased them off with a kitchen knife.

He didn't leave me. He turned his back on his family and married me.

And then he made me pay. Every day, he brought people into our home to make me feel what his sister felt.

Six years later, my body was at its breaking point. So he spent his fortune to put my memory on trial.

I’m Elowen, a Fae heiress. I snuck into the human world for a little fun and somehow ended up working as the personal bodyguard of Manhattan billionaire Grayson Whitmore.

To keep my real face from attracting trouble, I had one of my people cast a glamour on me, giving me a face full of freckles and a homely appearance.

Grayson criticized everything I did, yet every time I tried to quit, he refused to let me go.

His best friend, Preston Hale, was different. After I saved his life, he held my hand and made me a promise.

“Ellie, I don’t care what you look like. I want to give you a home.”

I was curious what it would be like to marry a human, so I said yes.

But at our engagement party, Brielle Vaughn, Preston’s first love who had spent years in Europe, burst through the doors with tears in her eyes.

Preston immediately yanked his hand away from mine.

“I’m sorry. She’s the one I love.”

Then he handed me a five-million-dollar check, put his arm around her, and left without looking back.

The guests laughed at me for ever thinking I belonged in Preston’s world.

All I could think was how ridiculous the whole thing was.

I turned and opened the door to the private lounge. The man who had watched the entire spectacle was sitting in the shadows.

I grabbed his tie and smiled.

“Grayson, don’t you need a wife to keep your family off your back? Why don’t you marry me?”

After her boyfriend cheated on her seven years into their relationship, my best friend, Vanessa Reed, stopped trusting men.

When I introduced her to Ethan Cole, she folded her arms.

“He'll cheat on you, too. Give him time.”

Ethan took my hand.

“Then watch me, Ms. Reed.”

She slapped the table.

“I will.”

For seven years, she sent me updates whenever I wasn't with him.

Every year, she found nothing.

In the seventh, he proposed, and I said yes.

That night, a post appeared in my feed:

“I slept with my best friend's boyfriend. What do I do?”

The writer added, “I've spent seven years watching him love her. Tonight he asked her to marry him. Then he slept with me.”

My thumb stopped over the screen.

I could still hear Vanessa's hand hitting that table.

“Lola, I’ll love you for the rest of my life. If I ever break this promise, may heaven strike me down with thunder!”
The vows Ethan Jones made to me ten years ago still rang in my ears.
Yet ten years later, our daughter Lucy was standing in front of me, holding his hand—and the hand of his mistress, Alice.
“I don’t want you, you old, frumpy woman, as my mom. Alice is my mom!”
Not only did Ethan fail to stop Lucy’s cruel words, he looked at Alice with nothing but tenderness in his eyes.
Alice, too, showed no restraint. Right in front of me, she gently stroked Lucy’s little head and smiled.
“Of course. I’m your mom.”
In that moment, I finally understood something clearly—
In this family, I was nothing but an extra.

My childhood friend was a tech prodigy.

To comfort his influencer girlfriend who was suffering from period cramps, he wanted to forfeit the National Hackathon we had spent the entire year preparing for.

I tipped off his father.

Consequently, he was dragged to the competition, won first place, and secured a straight path to Stanford.

Years later, his startup succeeded, making him a billionaire Silicon Valley entrepreneur.

While I was nothing but his employee.

In the dimly lit basement server room, peering down at me like a god, he plunged a knife into my only seeing eye.

"Chloe, you are a vicious bitch. This is your retribution."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment before everything fell apart.

One week before my mating ceremony, my supposedly hostile Alpha fiancé and my human best friend gave me a double betrayal.

I once believed I was the only light in Sebastian’s dark world, and the strongest support Amelia had in crossing the barrier between species.

I naïvely thought their cold standoff came from two entirely different kinds of love for me.

Until that ambiguous message lit up the screen.
Until I saw it with my own eyes—
my best friend pinned against a motorcycle, being kissed fiercely by my fiancé.

And the same hand still steeped in her scent was able to call me at the same time, whispering gently,
“Evelyn, my Luna. I will always love you.”

The diamond ring turned into a lie.
Ten years of friendship shattered into a conspiracy.

After two years of a loveless marriage, Maria Lewis was handed a cold divorce agreement. But she didn't leave quietly. She gave James Bennett one last drink, seduced him for a final night, and disappeared—secretly pregnant with his child.

Five years later, Maria returns as a powerful member of a secret organization, with two adorable kids and an identity he never saw coming. She's no longer the woman who once begged for his love. She's confident, untouchable, and completely out of his league.

Now, the man who once looked down on her clings to her, desperate to win her back.

But Maria has her own plans: protect her children, crush her enemies, and make James regret every choice he made.

She left with nothing, but returned with power, babies, and no mercy.

Adeline Hayes gave everything to her husband, Adrian Carter, and their beloved daughter, Zora. Her youth. Her dreams. Her entire being.
But to them? She was nothing more than a convenient maid—summoned when needed, dismissed when not.
The final straw came when Zora said the words that shattered Adeline's heart:
"Daddy, divorce mom! I want Aunt Beth to be my new mommy."
That night, Adeline walked out. They were sure she'd come crawling back within a week. She never did.
Instead, Adeline reclaimed who she was:
★ Medical Prodigy — The genius who revolutionized pharmaceutical research before she turned twenty-five.
★ Underground Racing Legend — The ghost rider who's never lost a single midnight circuit.
★ Billion-Dollar Investor — The silent hand that moves markets and disappears without a trace.
She buried all of it. Burned her trophies. Archived her patents. For him. For their daughter.
And now? Now she's done being invisible.
*
"I gave you every chance," Adeline said coldly, tapping the finalized divorce papers as Adrian's face crumbled before her. "You chose to waste every single one."
She leaned in, just close enough for him to feel the heat of her contempt.
"Now get the hell out of my world."

For three years of marriage, she had been nothing more than a shadow in his life. To him, she was invisible, a convenience he sought only when it suited him. He gave her no love, no affection—only physical on his terms when other women failed to satisfy him.
When Enlyan discovered her pregnancy, she was overjoyed, hoping it might bring them closer. But her happiness shattered when she found him at the hospital with his lover for a maternity checkup.
She finally asked for a divorce and vanished.
Heartbroken and distracted, she met with tragedy—an accident that almost claimed her unborn child.
Five years later, Enlyan returns with her twins.
"They are my children!" Damian's voice thundered, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You dared to hide them from me all this time? I’m taking them away from you. They belong with me." Damian Blackwood growled, his intention turning cruel. And She was powerless against his anger.

"Love doesn't hurt, Adrian. You did. I'm leaving to become someone you can't destroy. And when I return, you will learn what it means to lose everything."

Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor’s dirty secret.

What the world never knew was that she’d also been his wife.
Or that the man she loved—and the son she gave everything for—chose another woman over her.

Now, she’s back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires.
Her newest client? The Sterling Group.
Her ex-husband’s empire.

Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both.
But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can’t pay.

Because this time, she’s not here to save him.

She’s here to ruin him.

"I quit." I slammed the words onto the table like a verdict.
From my purse, I pulled out the papers I had carried for weeks, the ones I had drafted in the dead of night while he was in her bed, and slapped them in front of him.
DIVORCE.
Serena Vaughn had been invisible for too long, the discarded wife of Damien Blackwood, a billionaire who saw her as nothing more than a trophy. But when humiliation became unbearable, she walked away, ignoring the world's bets that she would crawl back.
Months later, Serena returns, but she is no longer the woman he dismissed. Now the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance commands respect, admiration and desire. Society that mocked her now fights for her attention: a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, even Hollywood's hottest star, all vying to be the man in her life.
But Damien is not ready to let go. When he confronts her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena's icy reply cuts him deeper than any words ever could. "That's none of your business, ex-husband. Step aside."
The game has begun. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall under her power, until only one question remains: how far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?

"Don't test me, Stone; your family has always thought that it was untouchable... Felt on top of the world, didn't you? You didn't care about who you needed to stomp down to get there?"

His fingers hung dangerously over the trigger; I shook as far as my binds would let me, tears rolling down to the gag in my mouth… that muffled my cries.

But even as I had the gun pointed at my head, my husband was not looking at me; his eyes were purely placed on Liliana.

“Talk to me, you bastard!.. You have to choose between your wife or your first love.”

On her wedding day, Aurora chased after her runaway groom who went to console his first love, only to be kidnapped along with that woman and tortured for 3 days straight until she was met with the ultimate pain; her fiancée, who she thought would turn to her forever, choosing another woman over her and not only that but confessing that his first love was carrying his child too. Just like she was, except he would never find out. At least not in that life; she took a bullet to the head and was reborn on the day of her wedding. When he runs off to meet his first love and console her again, she doesn't foolishly chase after him; rather, she walks towards his brother, the most desirable bachelor in the city, and says, “Will you marry me instead?"

[WARNING 18+]
This book contains descriptive intimate and violent scenes. There could be triggering content like self-harm, drug addiction, and depression.
[TROPES]
Billionaire. Revenge. Second Chance. Escape while pregnant.

When Mellow Fanning married Zeath Lupin, the cold chairman of Lupin Group, she thought their love was forever. But everything crumbled when he introduced his pregnant mistress at a family dinner.
Angry, Mellow sought to make Zeath restless by kidnapping the mistress. However, that resulted in a tragedy that nearly claimed her life and that of the child growing inside her—a child Zeath didn’t deserve.
She faked her death and ran away, bound to return as Zeath’s only means to remain as the chairman of Lupin Group.
Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what would happen when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child’s lives once more?











“Do you know how much I wished you wouldn’t come near me, or even... touch me?” Zeath drones on. “All those cuddles and kisses, all the affection, made my skin crawl—like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You are no different from that troll. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another.”
“We?” I croak out.
Then Zeath’s fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice is no better.
“Poor Mellow, it is all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it’s your choice.”

Ivy’s life fell apart in one night. The betrayal of being cheated on with her own cousin… it hit hard.On the night she was meant to become a wife, she was instead betrayed in the worst way possible. The man she was supposed to marry chose her own cousin over her… right in front of everyone. No shame, no regret. She was cast aside as if she meant nothing. By morning, everything changed.Instead of walking away, Ivy was forced into another marriage… this time to the Alpha heir, a man lying in a vegetative state. It wasn’t love or choice. It was simply where she found herself.The Alpha heir was originally her cousin’s husband-to-be, but not anymore. Now, she and her cousin have swapped places… and the men they were supposed to marry.People laughed, they mocked her. A beta’s daughter tied to a man who couldn’t even open his eyes.But that didn’t break Ivy. Because while everyone saw a weak, humiliated bride… she was secretly a top shaman.Disguised as someone else to keep her identity hidden, she became someone powerful, someone untouchable… a great healer, the most powerful and popular shaman anyone had ever heard of, and the only one capable of being Dominic’s cure.

While she’s at home preparing dinner for him, he’s out on dates. While she’s drinking with men to secure a business deal for him, he’s announcing his single status to boost his stock. When she drags herself to the hospital with a high fever, he’s there at the same hospital, caring for René—his mistress. She loved him for ten years, gave everything she had, and did everything she could for him. She never believed their love could die. Yet, it did. She doesn’t hate him; she’s simply exhausted, so she decides to leave.
Only then does she find a firm chest and a warm embrace that had been waiting for her all along. With her first taste of true love, she realizes how much time she wasted with her ex, a man who never truly loved her.
When he comes home one day, he’s shocked to find the woman who had always been there for him is gone. Regret floods him, and he chases after her, only to see another man by her side, taking sacred vows with her, their hands intertwined. In that moment, he realizes he’s lost the innocent girl who once loved him—the most precious treasure he ever had. And now, she’s gone forever.

He said, "There's only 'widowed' not 'divorced' in my dictionary".
I hit him on the head, ended up in the emergency room, had a high fever, and nearly died in the blizzard—
Later, I found out that just half an hour before my grandmother went into surgery, he took the only doctor who could save her to rescue his beloved.
At that moment, I finally understood that the man I loved for the past five years was never worth it.

My husband doesn't love me. He cares even less for the boy who carries his blood.
 
On the day I gave birth to his heir, Rhys Calloway didn't even glance at the bassinet. The ruthless Don of the Calloway Syndicate simply had a soldier place the child in my arms before walking out, eager to return to the violence of his empire.
 
But tonight, the ice finally broke. His former fiancée—the woman he had actually intended to crown—was returning from Europe.
 
Rhys came home reeking of aged bourbon, his dark eyes glassy with a terrifying euphoria. For the very first time, he actually scooped our son into his arms, a rare, chilling laugh vibrating in his chest.
 
Startled, Leo clung to the broad shoulders of the man he was forbidden to claim as a father.
 
He looked down at me, his voice a terrified whisper in the cavernous foyer.
 
"Mama, what's wrong with him? Why is Sir acting like this?"
 
I knelt, gently pulling my son from Rhys's slackening grip.
 
"The woman he truly loves is coming home, baby," I whispered, fighting the sting of tears. "Which means our time here is up. We have to pack."

For eight years, I’ve been invisible in my own home.
No cake. No presents. Nobody remembers I’m allergic to the shrimp I cook every week. My husband, Derek, a respected cardiologist, hides behind his silence. My six-year-old son has learned to look right through me. And my mother-in-law, Barbara, has a "weak heart" that flares up every time I open my mouth.
So on my thirty-third birthday, when my best friend sends dinner from Fiorella’s, the restaurant I haven’t let myself set foot in since my wedding, it should be one small, good thing.
By the time I set the table, my family has eaten every bite.
The next day, Barbara clutches her chest in front of her entire card club, and suddenly I’m the monster who nearly killed her. Derek bundles his mother and our son into the car and leaves me standing in the driveway, drowning in whispers.
So I follow them.
From the back seat of a stranger’s car, I watch my "dying" mother-in-law stroll into Fiorella’s, laughing. Derek is right behind her. And my little boy asks if they can play "the sick game" again.
Eight years of lies, and I was the only one in this family who didn’t know it was a game.
Now I’m done playing.

When her life fell apart due to a divorce, Amelia Carson never imagined she would be trapped in the dark world of the mafia. Losing everything and drowning in debt from a casino game at a nightclub, Amelia is faced with an ultimatum from Luca Devereaux—a deadly mafia boss: pay off her impossible debt or marry him in a contractual agreement.

A terrifying sham marriage with a mafia boss gives her a chance to reclaim her dignity and retaliate against her ex-husband’s insults. But when Amelia’s gentleness begins to melt Luca’s icy exterior, love unexpectedly starts to bloom.

What if the man who once risked his life to save yours became the one who destroyed it?
When billionaire heiress Victoria Hale is saved from a brutal attack by ambitious executive Ethan Cole, gratitude blossoms into a whirlwind romance. Against their families' wishes, they marry, believing love can overcome every obstacle.
Three years later, their dream life is crumbling. Infertility strains their marriage, Ethan's company teeters on the edge of bankruptcy, and a dangerous business deal binds him to another woman.
Just when Victoria discovers she's carrying the child they had prayed for, a devastating accident changes everything. Betrayed by the man she trusted most and framed for a crime she never committed, she loses not only her marriage but also the life she thought she knew.
Forced to disappear, Victoria begins again under a new identity, unaware that an even darker secret has tied her fate to the people who ruined her. As buried lies, blood ties, and long-hidden betrayals begin to unravel, those who conspired against her discover that some truths can never stay buried.
But when the past finally catches up with them, will Ethan uncover the truth before he loses Victoria forever... or has fate already written an ending that no amount of regret can change?

"Mark today's date, the 24th of November. On this day, I, Ivy Moore promise you that you will regret everything that happened today!"

Ivy Moore gave up everything for love—her freedom, her future, even her identity—only to be betrayed in the most brutal way. After her husband killed her son and divorced her because she is poor, Ivy becomes the richest woman in the country but kept her identity a secret so that she'll make her husband pay for all the pains she caused her!

On the night meant to celebrate her "perfect marriage", Tehila Blackwood discovers the cruellest truth of all, her billionaire husband never stopped loving another woman.

Three years of loyalty. Three years of sacrifice. All shattered in one garden confession.

Dalton Blackwood's former fiancée is back, beautiful, broken, and pregnant with his child. Tehila confronts her husband and is handed divorce papers instead of an apology, betrayed not only by the man she loves but by the powerful family that never wanted her. Stripped of her place, her dignity, and her future, Tehila walks away in despair with a secret of her own, she is pregnant.

Tehila walks away in despair with the secret that she is pregnant, only to accidentally discover suspicious clues about the mistress by chance.

"David Rothstein was first. She met him at a charity gala, where she was working as an event coordinator. He was forty-five, recently divorced, and lonely. She was nineteen and knew exactly how to make him feel alive again. They married six months later."

"And he died a year after that."

As the truth behind Dalton’s mistress begins to unravel, Tehila realises this isn’t just betrayal, it is a deadly game. A game where wealth hides blood, love masks obsession, and one woman has already buried men who trusted her.

As lawsuits ignite, lies multiply, and danger closes in, Tehila must choose who she will become:
The discarded wife who walks away…
Or the woman who rises, exposes the truth, and reclaims her power.

The day my husband Alaric drained fifty years of my starlight, the unformed child in my womb, stripped of the life force that sustained it, began tearing through me in a frenzy.
The priest knelt before the obsidian altar, begging. He said I was a rare starborn bloodline—that bearing a child was already a gamble with my life, and forcibly draining fifty years of starlight would cost me not only the baby, but my magic channels entirely.
Yet Alaric, standing over me as I lay chained to the altar in silver links, only spared me a cold glance.
"Ellara's wasting curse has struck. She needs these fifty years more than you do. Seraphina, you've always been strong—don't hide behind some pathetic jealousy."
He didn't know the starborn never lie.
As he took my starlight to save his childhood sweetheart, I lay alone on the cold stone, feeling my life drain away, letting blood soak through my gown.
So be it. As he wishes.
He didn't want this child, and I no longer wanted him.

In the seventh year of being a stay-at-home husband, I discovered the son I cherished as the most precious treasure in my life was actually the illegitimate child of my wife and her male best friend.
To conceal the scandal of her infidelity, my CEO wife, worth millions, joined forces with her male best friend in a grand deception. They single-handedly destroyed my artistic career, transforming me into a free nanny raising their illegitimate child.
Upon learning the truth, I didn't lose my composure.
I calmly presented the divorce papers and the paternity test report proving no biological relation, then turned and walked away without looking back.
Later, that ever-lofty wife, the one who had once publicly doused me with ice water for her male best friend, was utterly consumed by regret and fury.
She kicked the scoundrel to the curb. In front of a crowd, she pressed a switchblade to her own throat, casting aside all dignity to kneel on the ground, crying and begging me to look at her just once more.
I didn't even blink. My voice was as cold as ice. "If you want to die, do it outside. Don't ruin my mood for coffee."

Branded as the weakest Omega of the Silver Moon Pack, Lila's life shatters the night her fated mate rejects her for duty and she is exiled for a mysterious pregnancy she cannot explain. In exile, she discovers the devastating truth: she carries the ancient blood of the Moon Goddess, making her one of the most powerful werewolves in existence. Forged into a fierce warrior while raising her gifted twins, Lila returns with vengeance in her heart—only to find her former pack on the brink of ruin.
Now, a greater threat emerges.
Ruthless Alpha King Dante Blackwood sets his sights on Lila, demanding to claim her by force and crushing anyone who dares to resist him. At the same time, the pack that once cast her out is collapsing under the weight of war, and the mate who abandoned her begins to regret his choice.
Hunted, desired, and feared, Lila is forced back into a world that never wanted her—this time carrying power no one can control.
The question is no longer whether she will submit.
It is what will be left of the werewolf world if she doesn't.

Mercedes has three problems.

Her mate is twenty-five years older than her.
He’s her father’s best friend.
And he wants nothing to do with their bond.

At twenty-one, Mercedes never expected to find her mate in Malakai Hadid, a forty-six-year-old Alpha she’s known for years. When circumstances force her to spend a week in his territory without her father, resisting the bond becomes harder than either of them anticipated. He’s determined to keep his distance, but she’s not some little girl he can push around.

He’s her father’s best friend, her forbidden mate, and the one man she can never have. Or can she?

The day my mother succumbed to complications during childbirth, her younger sister, Vanessa, wed my father.

Fifteen years later, I beheld my husband accompanying Vanessa as she tried on seductive lingerie.

In that moment, I understood—what she truly coveted was never my father, but rather all that my mother and I shared.

My mother perished during childbirth, a casualty of an illicit affair.

I vowed not to repeat that tragic cycle.

Then I returned home, removed my wedding ring, and left behind the divorce papers.

Seven days before I was supposed to marry Dominic Russo, an enforcer for the Bellandi crime family, my best friend asked to borrow him.

“I'm moving to France. Let me borrow your boyfriend for three years, okay?”

“I don't speak French, and he does. He protects the family's men for a living. He can be my bodyguard.”

She said it as casually as she always asked to borrow money or something from my closet.

My expression hardened. Instead of backing off, she acted as though the answer were obvious.

“Didn't you say I was the family you chose? That you'd lend me anything I asked for?”

Lucia and I had both grown up around men who worked for the mob. Our friendship was the one thing I'd never thought of as another obligation.

“I'm not asking for your car or your house. It's just a man.”

“Besides, you and Dominic have done long distance before.”

Any decent man would have shut that down immediately.

Dominic had spent years collecting debts and providing security for the Bellandis. I waited for him to tell her no.

Instead, my fiancé said, “The family's freight company is expanding into France. I can take the overseas post.”

“Three years will fly by. Lucia's your best friend. We should help her.”

Before I could object, he hurried to reassure me.

“Nothing will change. I promise. We'll come back in three years and have the wedding just like we planned.”

My phone buzzed. A friend had sent me a message.

“It's your birthday! What's the best gift you've gotten today?”

I typed back, “Finding out my boyfriend's cheating with my best friend before I marry him. Does that count?”

I died. At my sister's eighteenth birthday party, the moment the champagne tower came crashing down.

While she stood under the crystal chandelier in her gown, soaking up congratulations from three hundred guests, I was tied up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The wound in my stomach was still bleeding.

I called my family. Only my brother picked up, sounding pissed off and disgusted. "What's your problem now? This is her big day. You better not ruin it."

I tried to explain. He hung up.

That was the ninety-ninth time they'd hung up on me.

Also the last.

They thought I was throwing a tantrum, deliberately skipping my sister's special moment. Called me ungrateful, said they regretted bringing me back from that backwater town two years ago.

Well, now they're off the hook.

Problem solved.

When I was rushed to the ER with food poisoning, I heard the doctor shout, "We need to pump her stomach, now!"
But my mother, Catherine, calmly stopped the doctor's hand.
"No hurry," she said coldly. "Give her a sedative first."
My brother Austin panicked. "Mom! If you don't detox her, she could die!"
But my mother's voice was ruthless, low and sharp:
"If she dies, she dies. As long as her uterus is still warm, that's all that matters."
"Did you forget our plan? Sarah's transplant surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. If Elena wakes up now, what if she runs away?"
"Our priority is keeping her uterus safe for Sarah—not saving her life."
In that moment, the burn in my stomach was nothing compared to the chill in my heart.
I forced my eyes open and saw my brother—the one who'd always protected me—hesitate for a moment, then slowly let go of my hand.
"...Okay. You're right, Mom. Saving Sarah comes first."
The moment I closed my eyes, I made a decision: If I survived, this life would never belong to this family again.

Last time, I was the first student to walk out of the SAT.
A news crew was waiting by the doors. The camera found my face, and I made one bored little joke — the test was too easy, I'd rather be surfing in Miami. By midnight the clip had two million likes, and my whole life had a price tag on it.
An agency came knocking within the week. My parents signed the contract before I understood what I was signing away, and they pulled me out of school. I stopped being a person and became their product.
And Mia — my best friend, the girl who cried at my locker and braided my hair before exams — Mia copied my notes, rode them into Yale, and smiled into the cameras while she told the internet I'd slept my way through high school.
By the time the agency had wrung me dry, I had nothing left. No school. No name worth defending. Not one person who believed a word out of my mouth.
The night it ended, Mia came up to the roof to "talk." She said she would never forgive me for being the lucky one. Then she put both hands flat on my chest and pushed.
The last thing I saw was her face, smiling down at me over the edge.
Then I blinked — and I was back in the testing room.

For five years, Nyelle loved a husband who never loved her back. Treated as nothing more than a substitute for the woman he truly wanted, she finally decides to walk away.
But before leaving, she starts a dangerous game from the shadows. Using a hidden identity, the mute wife begins blackmailing her own husband, uncovering secrets, exposing lies, and making him pay for every tear she shed.
What happens when the husband she wants to destroy becomes obsessed with the mysterious stranger on the other end of the phone?

For seven long years, I failed to make my husband love me.
Instead, he betrayed our marriage, slept with my best friend, and even got her pregnant!

Having had enough of the heartbreak, I walked away and filed for divorce.

I made him the laughingstock of the entire city. But the moment I stepped out of the kitchen, his jaw dropped. Free from the chains of a housewife, I am a CEO, a master mixologist, a world-class designer, and a woman with countless powerful suitors lining up.

Now, he's begging for me back. But honey, you're not even qualified to stand in my line.

They were never supposed to be family. And they were never supposed to fall in love.

Stephen has it all, he was the football captain, campus god, and dangerously charming. Hayden? He's the rival to his stepbrother, one who stole his girlfriend out of pure spite.

After an explosive fight lands them both in detention, one impulsive kiss sets off a chain reaction of forbidden desire, brutal self-discovery, and secrets too dangerous to share.

Stephen is bisexual. Hayden is homophobic, or so he claims. But when their mom forces them to share a dorm, the hate turns into heat, and the rivalry into something far more complicated.

They can’t stand each other.
They can’t escape each other.
And the worst part? They don’t want to.

Sneaky kisses, heated tension and jerking off to each other when the other can't hear, they end up in a maze of forbidden desires.

But in a world where football is king and image is everything, loving each other might be the most dangerous play of all.

"You stumbled drunk into my room and ruined my night. I'm the one who got the raw end of this deal."Damian sneered.
Elara shot back: "Fine! Do you want me to spend another night with you to pay off your supposed loss?"
Elara Green wakes up sore in an unfamiliar bed after getting wasted at her best friend's birthday bash, left with lingering proof of an impulsive one-night mistake with an unknown stranger.
Scared and flustered, she sneaks out before sunrise, determined to lock that messy night away from her real life for good.
Fate pulls them back together unexpectedly when painful discomfort forces her to visit a clinic. To her utter horror, the physician assigned to her checkup is none other than the mysterious man from that night—the reserved, wealthy Dr. Damian Blackwood.
He saw through her disguise from the very start and toyed with her relentlessly throughout their intimate examination.
Fed up with his relentless teasing and unreasonable accusations, Elara blurts out her reckless offer in a fit of rage, never expecting the stern doctor would take her words as a binding agreement. An unexpected mishap after their reunion locks their fates together, leaving her unable to slip away from his persistent advances.
The cold doctor, who has always kept all women at arm's length, gradually grows obsessed and plans to pursue her wholeheartedly. Right as he's ready to confess his feelings, he stumbles across hints that Elara already has a boyfriend.
Who is the mysterious man linked to Elara? Will the supposed boyfriend become the biggest obstacle tearing their budding romance apart? Can the gap between their disparate worlds put an end to their burning attraction?

She hit delete, and her husband's betrayal vanished from the screen.
Elena had no tears left to cry. All that remained was a deep, physical disgust for her marriage.
To save her family's collapsing company, she was forced to stay by Damon's side, enduring his coldness and humiliation. But one night, under the name "Diana," she walked into a brothel and gave herself to a stranger, believing it was the revenge she could take.
She never expected that one reckless act would drag her into something far darker. Damon soon threatened her with her father's medical bills, forcing her to approach a businessman named Aaron to secure a deal. What she didn't know was that the man she had spent that night with was the very same Aaron. He was a billionaire who controlled half the city's economy, cold, dangerous, and yet fatally drawn to her strength and defiance.
Could it get any worse?
Damon then demanded that Elena carry Aaron's child as blackmail, threatening to expose her "affair" if she refused.
Desperate, Elena pretended to get close to Aaron, but emotion blurred the line between lies and truth. In the silence of confession rooms and the chaos of speeding cars, their restraint shattered again and again, until passion turned into something neither of them could control...

Six years ago, Nova Black watched her family disappear in a fire.
She never saw his face, only the serpent-wrapped dagger on his wrist.

Her brother lies in a coma she can't afford.

Then one night at Club Venom, a masked Alpha offers her enough money to save him. When his sleeve shifts, she sees the mark.

She takes the deal to get close enough to kill him.

But the man has another face. By day he is Alpha King Eric Steele.

Yet the closer she gets, the more she wants the man she came to kill.

Damian Cole lives in the shadows... a phantom, a name whispered in boardrooms and corners of the country as the Ghost CEO. No one knows his face, but every empire fears his name.

And there is one man he wants to destroy more than anyone else: Victor Lancaster, the ruthless tycoon responsible for shattering his family... Raped his sister, leading to her death, and killed his father in front of his eyes.

At the age of sixteen, the horrible event that day will forever haunt Damian. Thus... he made a vow. A vow to destroy Victor Lancaster and everything he cherishes.

To execute his plan, Damian must infiltrate Victor’s world more closely than ever before... by becoming the bodyguard of the one person Victor cherishes most: his daughter, Elena Lancaster.

Elena sees only a stoic bodyguard, a man who keeps his distance while saving her life. What she doesn’t know is that every step he takes, every breath he takes in, is part of a cold, merciless plan to bring her father to his knees.

But the closer Damian gets, the more dangerous the game becomes. Elena is smart, suspicious, and far more fragile than she pretends. And though Damian’s heart is hardened by hatred, there are cracks in his armor he never planned for.

In a world of betrayal, power, and secrets, one truth is certain:
Vengeance has a price. And Damian Cole is willing to pay it in blood.

When hatred guards his heart, will she be able to slip in?

On the eve of my mating ceremony, my twin sister and I were abducted by rogues.
My Alpha fiancé and my parents drained our territory's wealth, but only bought back my sister Elara's life.
Upon her safe return, Elara seamlessly took my place, claiming my marking ceremony to become his Luna.
Meanwhile, left to rot in the rogue camp, a wolfsbane-laced blade violently carved out my wolf's essence.
Tossed into the wilderness like rotting meat, stripped of my ability to shift and bear pups, I became the Crescent Pack's ultimate disgrace.
Forsaken by my pack, Silas—Alpha of the Obsidian Pack and my childhood friend—defied the Council’s fury. Under the Moon Goddess, he publicly marked me, sheltering me like an absolute treasure.
But now, in the third year of our bond, I accidentally knocked over a half-sealed Memory crystal in his study.
It projected a hidden dark magic ritual into mid-air, tearing the lie of that kidnapping to shreds in an instant.
In the projection, Silas held my sister's hand, his eyes brimming with a sickening devotion.
"Don't be afraid, Elara. Aria's twin essence is a perfect match. With this, you'll safely carry pups with the strongest Alpha bloodline."
A heartbeat later, Silas approached my blindfolded, bound body.
With zero mercy or numbing agents, he carved out my essence with his own hands, drowning out my agonizing howls.

My boss was mid-meltdown when I started texting my online boyfriend to complain about him.

"Does anyone here actually use their brain before they submit something? This proposal is a joke. Pull this kind of crap again next week and the whole team loses their bonus — and honestly? Start updating your résumés."

Adrian's eyes moved slowly around the table. People stopped breathing.

Mine dropped too. But only so I could see my phone better.

Both thumbs flying under the table, I pulled up Ash's chat and sent the photo from last night — my legs in black lace stockings. Two messages followed.

Ash. My psycho boss just lost it again in front of everyone. I'm literally shaking. I want to kill someone.

Adrian stopped talking.

He'd been mid-sentence, tearing into the planning director, who looked one comment away from a full breakdown. Then his personal phone lit up on the table. He glanced down.

And froze.

The tips of his ears went red. Not pink — red. He flipped the phone face down so fast he nearly sent it flying, then straightened up and kept talking like nothing happened.

Too late. I'd already seen the screen.

Black lace stockings. My exact words.

My brain just... stopped.

Wait. Ash — who texted me every single night, who sent pictures of his abs when I asked, who once typed please don't be mad at me over a two-minute late reply — is Adrian?

My boss?

The man who makes me want to quit on a weekly basis?

I saw a post on Reddit, "Urgent! How do I convince my wife to donate bone marrow to my mistress?"

I scoffed and typed back, "What a piece of shit."

Right after I hit send, my husband came home. He grasped my hand, his voice shaky: "You have leukemia... but it's okay, we found a donor."

His right eye twitched—he always did that when he lied.

Then I remembered the worst comment on that post, "Trick your wife into thinking she's the patient."

Life imitating the internet, apparently.

He wanted to harvest my bone marrow for someone else.

When I finally saw his mistress's face, my world fell apart.

I never thought his mistress would be her......

Marlowe Crane is my best friend, and she's also a succubus.

She was born with this power that makes men lose their minds, but she always told me she only wanted to use her "gift" to protect me.

So every time I dated someone, she'd volunteer to "test" him.

Without fail, every single man fell at her feet.

She'd send me photos of them in bed together. "See, Rosie? They're all trash. Lucky I caught them for you."

After breaking up more times than I can count, I had a breakdown and moved from Boston to Los Angeles.

That's where I met Holden Kingsley. I thought the nightmare was finally over.

On my wedding day, Marlowe showed up in my dressing room with a glass of drugged water.

In my past life, I drank it and passed out. She stripped off my wedding dress, put it on herself, and climbed into Holden's bed.

Someone threw cold water on my face to wake me up. When I walked in with the bridesmaids, I caught them tangled up together.

I lost it. Screamed and cried and called the police right there.

And what happened?

Holden didn't feel guilty at all. He acted like I was the bad guy, like I'd ruined Marlowe's life.

Under Marlowe's succubus influence, he believed she was innocent, that I forced her into it.

After that, my marriage became a living hell.

Now I'm back, standing in front of the mirror, staring at that drugged glass of water in my hand.

This time, they're the ones going to hell.