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When Jaden Blackwood loses his mate to the cruel hands of death, he sinks into cold emptiness. Habouring revenge towards his twin brother, the culprit of his mate's murder becomes his only drive to live. Like a storm, Rhea Stone barges into his life and knocks down his defenses. Just when he's starting to accept her, her power hungry twin sister steps into the equation. Jaden will have to keep his bond with his mate unbroken. When push turns to shove, will the duo be able to fight against the looming prophecy and their siblings who have become thorns in their flesh?

They called me wolfless. Broken. Abandoned by the Goddess herself.
For three years, I watched my adopted family replace me with their real daughter. My fiancé chose her. My brothers defended her. My parents forgot I existed.
So when the pack needed a sacrifice, I volunteered. Better to die with meaning than live as nothing.
I jumped off the Cliff of Shadows expecting death.
Instead, I found him.
Kael, the monster in the darkness, cursed and alone for a thousand years. He saw what they couldn't: I was never broken. My power was stolen.
And now it's coming back.
They wanted me gone? They wanted me weak?
They should have made sure I stayed dead.
Because I'm returning. Not as the girl they threw away.
As the monster they created.
A werewolf rejected mate romance with fated mates, hidden powers, and a revenge that will burn the pack to the ground.

Two years ago, Maya blamed Nico Laurent for the crash that nearly ended her career.
Now he's her teammate, her biggest rival, and the last man she should fall for.

They called her weak because she was a woman. Maya intends to make them regret ever doubting her.

Maya has one season to prove she deserves her historic racing seat. If she fails, she's out. But when the mystery behind her old crash resurfaces, she is forced to question everything she thought she knew.

The man she hates may not be her enemy. And the person she trusts most may be the one who betrayed her.

"Camilla, I promised you that you would pay, didn't I?" My father came out from behind the wardrobe,
I had gone to that wardrobe, and selected my outfit, how didn't I see him in there?
How did he get into my hotel room?
What's he going to do now?
I swallowed, and shifted backwards in my bed, my eyes scanning for a weapon I could use in defence.
"What do you want, rapist?" I found my voice after a few seconds passed.


Abused sexually by her father, Camilla finds out that her father Isn't who he claims he is.

She moves to a new city where no one knows about her, and begins to live her life as a mafia gangster. As days go by, her hate for men goes up the hill. She becomes a bully and a serial killer at the age of eighteen.

On the journey of becoming stronger, there are three men close to her. Keddy, A handsome and soft heart billionaire mafia gangster, saved Camilla before and truly loves her. Candice: A member of Camilla's mafia gang, and the closest to her. Jonah: A guy Camilla was sent to murder, who grows into being her friend, although for his own selfish reasons.

For a girl who has been deeply hurt and gets disappointed in men, would she accept one of them as her lover? Or would she succeed in her quest of destroying all men that cross her path?

A/N: This is a slow burn strong female lead story, please read with patience. Many thanks to all of my lovely readers!

"What...are ...you doing Mr. Professor?" She asked stuttering.

"I know what I'm doing Ms. Khanna," He smirked to her. He took hold of her hands and placed them above her head.

"Leave me," She said and struggled from his tight grip but alas no use. He stood there like a rock.

"I won't leave you. What will you do Miss?" He queried.

"I will complain to principal," She emphasised. With that he came close to her and crashed his lips with her.

She was shocked for a moment. She stood like a statue in that place and shivered from his touch which affected her so much.

"What will you do Ms. Khanna?" He prompted and went from there with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I hate you professor," She screamed making his smirk grew wider.


Naina Kapoor. A beautiful, cute, intelligent, ambitious and lovely person. She loves her
parents and her sister Meera. She wants to become successful in her career but one decision of her parents changes her life completely. Arranged marriage, selected by her parents and he is her sister's brother-in-law. Let's see what happens to her life.

Shourya Khanna. A handsome, intelligent, caring and arrogant person. He loves his family so much. He is the CEO of Khanna Industries. He has a brother who loves him so much and his sister-in-law who treats him like her own brother. She wants him to get married to her sister. She thinks he is perfect for her.

Will Shourya support her dreams or not?

Framed for murder and exiled, I’m left alone in the wilderness, chained to a tree. But Jorin, my older mentor, finds me and helps me survive. Still, I’m done just surviving. I want revenge.

When Bram, my best friend, tracks me down, everything changes. The heat between us is undeniable, a simmering tension we’ve always ignored but can’t deny any longer. As we hunt down Alpha Kaelen, the fire between us blazes hotter with every passing second.

I’ll get back what’s mine. I’ll tear down anyone who stands in my way. And if Bram wants to follow me into the flames, he’d better be ready to burn as hot as I do.

Zara wakes up in a strange mansion with no memory, no name, and a mysterious man claiming she belongs to him. Cold, commanding, and devastatingly powerful, Damon is Alpha of a feared werewolf pack—and he’s convinced Zara is his long-lost mate. But she doesn’t remember him, and something inside her screams to run… even as her body pulls her closer.

Haunted by fragments of a past she can’t grasp, Zara soon realizes her amnesia isn’t an accident—it’s a curse. The deeper she’s pulled into the world of shapeshifters, blood oaths, and pack wars, the more she uncovers a tangled truth: she may hold the key to a forgotten prophecy that could either save or doom them all.

But trust is dangerous. Secrets twist tighter. And Damon isn’t the only one watching her.

In a story where fate and free will collide, Echoes of the Forgotten Pack weaves dark romance with supernatural suspense. It’s a world where loyalty can kill, love can curse, and the past never stays buried. Zara must choose between reclaiming who she was—or becoming someone entirely new.

Perfect for fans of powerful heroines, tortured Alphas, and emotionally rich storytelling, this novel delivers heart-pounding tension, slow-burn romance, and a mysterious, magical world that lingers long after the last page.

"I have waited for 300 years just to find you..."
I was caught off guard when his hands snaked around my waist, then he gently placed his mouth on my neck, with his lips kissing my skin.
"W-what are you doing, Lord Constantine?" I shut my eyes tight.
"Claiming what's mine," he stated and gripped my head.
I screamed in pain when I felt his bite piercing on my skin.


"Oh, fuck... hmmm." I mumbled and curled my toes. My legs are spread open, kissing the sides of the tub. I shut my eyes and imagined my man in between of these petite thighs, moving himself inside me. Mercilessly. Unforgiving. I kept on hitting the sweet spot, remembering how he fucking destroyed me that night I became his bride.


Trudy Valentine is a pretty maid in Haugen Manor, a school for girls, wherein the students are being trained to be a proper wife for the rich, mysterious Lord Constantine. He who owns the island is believed to be crippled and paralyzed, still, the girls are begging to marry him. One day, while picking wildflowers, Trudy saw him through his window, standing proudly and staring in her direction and that's when she started suspecting. His secrets and mysteries unravel when she encounters strange experiences in the manor, little did she know, she was the chosen one as his bride. Will she accept her fate as the vampira's wife and continue the legacy with him? Or will she reject him and fight as a helpless servant for the sake of the truth?

In exchange for her friend's life, A ruthless billionaire asked her to play a game. A game that is far more intense than a simple crossword puzzle she solves every Sunday, a game that is more challenging than the contents of a chessboard, a game that is so intimate that she can't help falling in love with him.

When her friend accidentally gets an important piece of a hard drive that belongs to that sexy billionaire, he uses her vulnerability in the game.

"Play a game with me," he said in his thick British accent,
"What game?"
A smirk plastered over his face, "Seduction" he completes with a mischievous grin as leans against the wall, not taking his eyes off of her,

A game that demands more than attraction, filled with raw desires for each other Veronica is not only tempted by that man but after one game she is lust over heels for him.

Passion, desirability, temptation, and Seduction left her on the verge of finding the one.

Prologue-
He felt nothing for Isabelle Lancaster, his ex-wife, anymore. apart from shame, obviously, that he had ever associated with such scum. Everybody had warned him when he had married her with such haste, that soon or later, blood spoke, and her blood was from a stripper – a prostitute. Nikolas had been angry on his wife’s behalf then. But then, they had been right. Blood had indeed spoken and like a true hussy, his dear wife had decided to open her legs for the first man, she had been left alone with.
Now he was angry at himself and no one else.
But it was going to be over soon. After three years of separation from his volatile English ex-wife, Nikolas Dimitriou was ready to move on. This time he was going to marry a respectable Greek woman. A woman who would live amicable with his family and settle well into his life. Instead of turning it into a circus.

But there was one big problem. They still hadn’t signed the divorce papers. Deciding to go to London himself to dispose of this marriage and also pick up his three-year-old daughter so that she could attend his wedding, seemed to be a simple enough thing.
Except, a single look at Isabelle seemed to have opened a pandora’s box inside of him. There was poison everywhere and he loved it still!

Aria Anastasia, a free-spirited young woman, works as the MD of the Storm Fashion Industry. She has the post she dreamed of, but she didn't expect to work under an annoying, quirky boss. Surviving two years after working under him, she didn't expect to unleash a secret of her handsome boss, Zaiden Storm.

Zaiden Storm is the CEO of the Storm Fashion Industry. No one can ever talk over him, and he always walks with a mysterious aura surrounding him. The only woman who doesn't hesitate to talk back to him is Aria. But he never expected her to find out his true self behind his facade.

What will happen when Aria learns about the secret of her boss? Will she keep it within herself or start exposing Zaiden's truth to everyone bit by bit?

BLURB / DESCRIPTION

"You think dying once made you weak?" The old examiner leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "No, boy. It made you dangerous. Because you already know what it feels like to lose everything. And that makes you the most terrifying thing in this academy."

Zane said nothing. He just looked down at his cracked, blackened hands and smiled.

"You have no idea," he whispered.

Zane Ardell was twenty-nine when he died.

He was the greatest warrior his kingdom had ever produced. The youngest general. The man who won seven wars and lost only one thing: himself.

He died alone, in a cold throne room, betrayed by the very people he bled for.

And then he woke up.

Not in heaven. Not in darkness. In a body that was six years old, in a world where magic is real and power is everything.

In a world where the academy called Ironspire determines who lives like a king and who dies like a dog.

Zane has the mind of a general, the soul of a king, and a body that everyone thinks is trash.

They will laugh at him. They will humiliate him. They will come for him.
Let them.

He has already died once. He is not afraid to make them wish they had.

First day at Lincoln High School and Aurelia already found a message scrawled on a bathroom mirror in red. “Stop asking questions”. Even when she hadn't asked anything at all.

That piqued her interest to discovering things about the school only to find out her last name matches that of a victim from 1923. A murder the founding families buried under the school itself.

Three students died in two years. All of them were investigating the same secret society. All of them ended up dead in what looked like accidents.

Ezra's sister was one of them. Dante's sister was another. Both warn her to run before she becomes the third.

But Aurelia is too stubborn to leave. And in the course of uncovering the secret, she found a deeper one that could cost her life, freedom and peace.

At Lincoln High the secrets don't stay buried. They hunt you down

After escaping an abusive relationship, Angela moves to a quiet village in Italy, hoping to leave the shadows of her past behind. What she doesn’t know is that this new beginning will draw her into a world filled with mysteries, magic, and supernatural beings. On her journey of self-discovery, she encounters three enigmatic men — Zane, Theo, and Damian — each possessing an uncontrollable power and a connection to her deeper than she could ever imagine.

As she grows closer to them, Angela uncovers latent magical abilities of her own — a gift that could be both a blessing and a curse. Yet, as the bond between them strengthens, unimaginable dangers begin to rise, threatening not only Angela’s life but the fate of everyone around her. She will have to make difficult choices, face the forces gathering against her, and embrace her place in a world she never thought existed.

Caught between overwhelming desire, conflicting loyalties, and unsettling revelations, Angela finds herself torn between love and power — between the men who vow to protect her and the secrets that surround her. What she discovers about herself and her role in this supernatural world will change everything forever.

“The Fate of the Alphas” is a dark romance brimming with mystery, magic, and irresistible passion — where love can be both a shield and a deadly weapon.

They burned her clan to ash. Now Eris D’Varyn burns for vengeance.

Half dragon. Half curse. The empire’s deadliest assassin carries the fire of extinct gods in her veins and her next target is the man who destroyed her world: Prince Kael Rhyven.

But when her blade meets his heart, the impossible happens. The fire obeys him. Their souls fuse in a bond older than the stars one that could resurrect the dragons or end the world.

Now hunted by gods, kings, and the ghosts of her past, Eris must choose: kill the prince she’s bound to or unleash the monster inside her. Because the fire isn’t just magic.

"Family is the most important thing, Eron."
I'm sick of hearing that phrase every day without qualm.
They seek to include me in the standard picture where the only thing that matters is the happiness of others; the happiness of those around you. It is typical to think that you should care about those who, according to the rules of modern society, love you the most. But does owning the same blood connection make the affective connection between people? I want to know if I am the only one who is wrong.
I don't feel that warmth in my chest that I'm supposed to feel.
Do you have something you want to do?
I look at the crumpled papers balled up in the corner of the room, next to my piano. I bite down hard on my lower lip, not caring about the fact that it's parched from the summer and might crack.
Is it really there?
I won't lie; I miss it. The reason my piano is taking dust twenty-four hours a day since one hundred and eighty-two sunsets ago is ever present in my soul. That memory clings to my memory with no intention of letting go and setting it free. The only thing that persists is this emptiness that causes my discomfort.

He thinks she’s the key to his salvation but what if she was created to kill him instead?


In a world where magic and monsters collide, Rain Lancaster is a cursed hybrid. Born half-human and half-wolf, everything she touches burns. She accidentally crosses paths with Rosee Knight, the cold, ruthless billionaire who secretly belongs to a dragon race.

Rosee Knight suffers from a fatal allergic reaction to human touch until Rain crashes into his world and becomes the only person who doesn’t trigger his deadly disease.

He seeks the bride whose blood can awaken his throne and save his race while she seeks a cure that will let her live without fear.

Two curses. One fate.
But when destiny demands a sacrifice… who will bleed first?

💔 Tragic past
🔥 Angsty romance
💀 Deadly prophecy
👁 Body-based magic system
🐉 Dragon curse/Beast mode
🌙 A goddess antagonist
🏃‍♀️ A runaway arc
⚔️ Mythical wars
🩸 Blood magic and sacrifice

"They didn't just kill your men, Rhen. They built you from their ashes."

Captain Rhen Marek woke on a field of his brothers' corpses with a System that let him raise the dead, and something ancient already wearing his grief like a key.

He marched back to the capital smiling. Playing loyal. Playing broken.

While his legion grew in the dark.

While the dead whispered things that sounded more like him every day.

While the woman who designed the massacre watched him rise, and started to doubt her ending.

Three forces are using him.

He's only found two.

Warning : 21+

This story contains violence, sexual scenes, murder, suicide and weapons.

"I want to have you!" I muttered unconsciously. The desire to possess him was overwhelming.

"Haven't you had me from the start, Layla? Haven't I been yours from the start?"


Layla Arden, the seventh generation of a legendary paranormal family, inherits a mysterious ring called the "Hell Ring" which is said to hold the terrifying power of the seven princes of hell which will make anyone who inherits the ring experience seven bad luck in their life.

Before her 21th birthday, Layla had experienced five misfortunes, including the tragic deaths of her father, mother, and grandfather, who were the last family members she had.

On her birthday, Jacob, her childhood friend and roommate had an accident and fell into a coma in the hospital. Layla, who panics because she doesn't have the money to pay the hospital bill, intends to sell her hellish ring to her mysterious college friend, Xavier who keeps forcing her to buy the ring at a fantastic price.

Xavier the Asmodeus is one of the seven princes of hell who is after Layla's ring, he has to compete with six other princes of hell, Lucien the Lucifer, Henry the Beelzebub, Nathan the Leviathan, Josephine the Beelphegor, Brent the Mammon and Satan whose existence is very mysterious for escaping the curse that kept the seven princes of hell trapped in human bodies for 200 years.

This is Book 4 of the Parsina Saga. Storyteller-cum-wizard Jafar al-Sharif continues his reluctant odyssey through an exotic world of djinni and flying carpets to save his daughter's life as he copes with an island that is not as it appears, the City of Faces, and Mt. Denavan, home of the daevas themselves--as well as betrayal by a trusted member of his own party!

“I never asked for this," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and something deeper I can't quite name.
Ava Shemar never imagined she would be the one to take her sister's place. But after years of living in Aria’s shadow, she’s suddenly thrust into the very role she never wanted—Rogan Gray’s bride. Once the boy who captured her heart, Rogan is now a cold stranger with eyes that barely see her. But there’s more beneath his indifference—something dark and painful that neither of them can escape.
Rogan isn’t just marrying her for the pack’s sake. He’s using her to get closer to the sister who broke him—and no matter how much Ava tries to prove herself, she will never be good enough for the man she’s always loved.
Then, the truth begins to unravel. Aria isn’t gone—she’s alive, and she’s hiding secrets that could tear everything apart. As Ava races to uncover the mystery, her every step brings her closer to a truth that might destroy them all.

And just when she thinks she’s finally reached Rogan’s heart, Aria walks through the door.
The past is never truly buried. And neither is the love Rogan once had for her twin.
Will Ava remain a shadow in her sister’s wake? Or will she finally claim the heart that was always meant for her?
The moon is full tonight—and so is the truth. But as I look into Rogan’s eyes, I wonder… Who will he choose when the truth comes out?

Leon, an indie actor, is haunted by an unusual voice in his dreams. He has no recollection of any of it. As a new film project approaches, Leon is torn between work and his personal life with his long-term lover, Sheldon.
 
As the voice and repetitive dreams take their toll on Leon’s mental health, he begins to question everyone around him in response to the unusual events in his life. He meets a fortune teller one day, who turns out to be someone with extraordinary abilities. The fortune teller hands Leon a necklace and instructs him to “listen to the voice of his heart” to unlock the truth about everything.
 
As Leon tries to confront Sheldon about his problem, he finds out that his lover—and everyone else—are not who he thought they were.
 
When he discovers the truth behind everything, he unravels more than just a piece of his life.

The daughter of the Lycan, she is destined to be an omega in her current life, forced to be mated with the Alpha she once rejected.

After rejecting him a long time ago, she managed to find her way back to the Alpha she once turned away from. Now, she has a daring mission to seduce and thaw the icy heart of the Alpha, which grew cold after her previous rejection.

Will they have a second chance to begin anew, or will she be the one facing rejection this time?

After her mother's mysterious suicide, Lila learns her stepfather's dark secret: he sold her mother's soul to vampires years ago. When their family faces financial ruin, Lila is given as payment to a mystery creditor known as the Blood King. But what seems like a death sentence becomes something far more complex when Lila learns she's not entirely human.

Born with a rare blood condition that makes her immune to vampire mind control, Lila learns she's the last descendant of the Crimson Witch, whose bloodline was cursed to keep a seal between worlds. Her rare blood doesn't just support vampires—it can either strengthen or destroy the ancient barrier keeping a primordial darkness at bay.

Trapped in a contract marriage with the enigmatic Blood King and caught between three powerful vampires who each claim a piece of her heart, Lila uncovers the horrifying truth: she's not the first of her bloodline to walk these halls—she's a reincarnation, doomed to repeat the same tragic love story throughout time. But this time, the Blood King isn't the only one keeping secrets. Lila holds a darkness of her own that could either save them all or consume everything in its path.

In the Ebon Citadel, freedom comes with a price, and some ties transcend death itself.

"If your twin wasn't in your world, maybe she's inside our world," said Thiltran.

Adhara eyes widened. "Absolutely! That's what I am thinking! You can help me, right?"

Thiltran nodded in response. "In one condition."

"Anything! I can do everything you want!"

The wolf with emerald eyes grinned and said, "Use your body to satisfy me."

ADHARA has no choice but to grant the desire of the wolf who can help her find her twin. She became a slave for the wolf desire and use her body to satisfy the lust of Thiltran. If that is the only way to find her twin, she will do everything.

She wanted to take revenge on the lycans who killed her parents. She wanted to see her twin and reunite as one.

And yes, she agrees to howl and moan like a wolf everytime she uses her body to satisfy the craves of the wolf with emerald's eyes.

My father planned to hand me over to the heir no one in New York's old-money circle dared to cross, so I ran away with my boyfriend.

Then my boyfriend was hit by a car. We had no money, and Wesley Harcourt showed up out of nowhere and helped us.

We were grateful to him.

Later, a doctor at a private hospital told us my father had aggressive cancer. I worked up the courage to ask Wesley for help again.

He took a drag on his cigarette and watched me through the smoke.

"Spend one night with me."

The blood drained from my face.

In a suburban election season lit by police strobes and viral outrage, assistant district attorney Karen Hale is cast as the perfect villain when a little girl is found dead beside a swing set. As edited videos, staged grief, and buried secrets close in, Karen uncovers a chilling web of paternity, manipulation, and murder—where playgrounds, rain-slick streets, surveillance logs, and a child’s empty swing become the battleground of a dark domestic thriller.

I died once—betrayed and devoured by my fiancée and the townspeople I had protected. I used my ice powers to shield them from the scorching apocalypse, yet they believed the rumor that consuming me would grant them the same abilities, and brutally ate me alive.

Reborn fifteen days before the apocalypse, when 70-degree heat turns Texas into a wasteland, my ice powers will become the only oasis. In this life, the police station basement will no longer shelter refugees—it will only store my supplies, and the corpses of those who dare to trespass.

It took Draco seven years after my death to finally remember me—and he did it by leveling the Astral Sanctuary to the ground.

All because his fragile childhood sweetheart, Cecilia, had suffered a relapse. She needed my Starblood to survive.

He didn't know that in the Abyssal Dungeons seven years ago, he had personally cut open my chest and drained me dry.

I was already dead.

Now, I was nothing but a fractured soul tethered to the Sanctuary, watching coldly as he dragged his own spirit into eternal damnation for a venomous liar.

I was the Sinclair family's lost daughter, missing for fifteen years. The day they found me, I thought I'd finally found the home I'd always dreamed of.

I didn't know they only brought me back to keep their other daughter alive. The one with the rare blood disease.

For three years, they drained my blood over and over. Took my bone marrow once.

My birth parents told me, "Eloise is fragile. You're the older sister. Take care of her."

My fiancé said, "You have such a good heart. You wouldn't want to see her suffer, would you?"

Today, I just gave six hundred milliliters of blood. I'm lying here weak in this hospital bed, and I hear them talking outside my door.

"Eloise is getting worse. We should take Aria's kidney now. Give it to her. We can't wait any longer."

That's when I finally understood. I was never their found daughter.

I was inventory. A blood bag. Spare parts waiting to be harvested.

If that's what their love is, I don't want it.

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out."
I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Kiera Thornhart, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Sera got the love, the title, even my mate Tristan, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine.
That night, I ran.
Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Sera's dying, the pack demands my return.
"Come home, Kiera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you."
I almost laugh. After everything?
But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own.

Three years after my first love, a Mafia Don, handed me over to his enemies, he finally came to “rescue” me.
Not out of guilt—but because his daughter needed my blood.

Don Silas held me and cried as if his heart were breaking, saying he had thought of me every day.
How ridiculous—his wife Serena stood beside him, and behind them was their daughter, Ava.

I pretended to be moved.
Pretended I still loved him.
Pretended I was willing to be his daughter’s blood donor… and his second wife.

Only one person knew I was acting.
Underboss Liam—the only one who ever managed to get messages to me during those three years of captivity.

“I’ll find a way to get you out.” he said.

But on the day we planned to escape, the Gravoni family—the very people who had imprisoned me—arrived.

Their Don, Joe, looked at me with deep remorse.
“Vera, I’m sorry. Back then, I didn’t know… you were my late sister’s daughter.”

Now both families want me.

But all I want… is to leave alive.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me downstairs. His grip on my hands and feet ached terribly. I sobbed and wept, silent tears streaming down my face. I was powerless to break free, my left hand clutching my broken right wrist.

He was a beast inhabiting this mansion, inflicting inhuman torture on my poor soul. He had created a living hell for me, this pitiful girl, within his castle.

On this cold winter night, he threw my wounded body into the icy pool, arrogantly enjoying it all, drinking and smoking expensive cigars. A satisfied, cold smile played on his lips as he reveled in my pain. His face was filled with the darkness of sin.

“How...more...am I…still…standing?” I stammered, my lips trembling.

Zain paused, thinking. Then, turning away from her, he replied:

“Until you die!”

With that, he left. As he wished. At that moment, my wish came true; I died.

But not in a frozen pool; I was struck in the head by a bullet from afar, blood splattering everywhere—that was far more gruesome.

My consciousness began to fade, but suddenly, I opened my eyes again and found myself mopping the floor in an ordinary restaurant.

I was startled: What happened? I was reborn? This is unbelievable!

In my family, there's a rule: any woman who reaches thirty without getting married must return to the family estate and have her marriage arranged by the Council of Elders.
When I told Dominic Moretti about this, he was sitting on my desk flipping through financial reports.
After hearing me out, he let out a derisive laugh.
"Is the Bennett family some medieval royal house? A bunch of old men get to decide who marries whom?"
"I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm simply telling you—we've been together for seven years."
"If we don't get married, I'll have to go back to the estate."
"Ava Bennett, I said I'd marry you, and I will." Dominic finally looked up, his eyes fixed on me. "But you'd better understand—me wanting to marry you and you forcing me into marriage are two very different things."
Forcing him?

I was reborn on the very night George White—Don of the White family—was drugged and lost his mind to pure, animal lust.
This time, I didn't offer myself as the cure.
Instead, I gave him the woman he truly wanted. My sister.

In my past life, I fell in love with the Don of the White family. George.
When I learned he'd been drugged—stripped of every shred of reason—I made the choice I could never take back.
I didn't push him away. A month later, I was pregnant.
The family council forced him to marry me. For the heir. For the name. For everything except love.
On the morning of our wedding, my sister Leah couldn't bear it. She fled the estate alone.
That night, a rival family's killers found her.
Before she died, she called George ninety-nine times.
But George was at my wedding. The wedding I had begged for. So he never answered. Not once.

On the day of my final interview for the Yale scholarship, my childhood best friend, Carter, handed me a carton of chocolate milk.
I drank every drop, touched that he’d remembered. When I woke up, the hair I’d been growing for ten years was scattered all over the floor.
The prettiest girl in school twirled her scissors and smiled at him. “Your mom’s sleeping pills work great. I practically shaved the pig bald.”
He leaned against the doorframe, his voice flat. “It’s not like you were ever pretty anyway.”
When I was eight, he promised to marry me once my hair reached my waist.
That day, I dried my tears and gave back the ring his grandmother had saved for “Carter’s bride.”
Later, he waited outside his Yale dorm all day, only to learn that I’d gone to Stanford, three thousand miles away.

Eighty-eight times.
That was how many times I had put on a white dress, or packed my ID, heading to the registry office to marry Harrison Churchill. And eighty-eight times, I ended up in an ambulance.
The first time, it was a street drive-by. A bullet tore through my shoulder just two blocks from City Hall.
The fifteenth time, a car bomb shattered three of my ribs.
The forty-second time, a steel frame plummeted from a construction site, cracking my skull.
......And this time?
The eighty-eighth time. A massive cargo container "accidentally" slipped from a crane at the docks, crushing my car.
Maybe, it’s time to say goodbye.

“The Devil always collects his debts.”
Sold by my father to settle his gambling debt, I walked down the cathedral aisle toward a sadistic mafia tyrant. Meanwhile beneath my wedding dress, I hid a lethal secret: I was three weeks pregnant by my bodyguard.
Then the doors blew off their hinges.
Through the smoke walked Lorenzo Genovese, the Devil of the East Coast. I grew up amongst powerful, dangerous men. And I saw the way they flinched at the sound of his name. That was the kind of man I was promised to by my father ten years ago.
Ten years ago, my father signed a blood oath to save his life. The price was my hand, delivered to the devil the day I turned twenty-three.
One bullet ended my wedding. One command stole my freedom.
“You are going to take off this dead man’s blood, you are going to put on my ring, and you are going to be my wife.”
I should have agreed. That's what he expected of me. Instead, I looked into his silver eyes and whispered, “I’m not yours.”
Now, I am a captive inside his mountain fortress. Lorenzo demands pureblood heirs, oblivious to the rival bastard growing in my womb. To survive, I must play a dangerous game—enticing the devil into my bed to pin the pregnancy on him and save myself and my baby.
But the Don is an enigma who sees through every lie. And then I discover that even the Devil hides secrets of his own.
But if he uncovers mine... I won't be the only one he destroys.

WARNING: This an extremely dark romance.


Shivers raced through my spine at the dark, heated stares from them —the brothers I was about to pledge my body to.
“Sweetheart, you need to know what you are getting into by joining the game,” Blue's voice startled me.
I gulped as my eyes went to Fred's. His mouth went up in a smirk as his dark eyes roamed through my body.
Desires and fear took hold of me as I glanced around their 'play house'
I know what I'm signing up for by consenting to be their toy. Yet, I willingly took that step, to freedom, desire, and, worst of all —pain.


As a journalist, Bella was determined to be the best. She was always taking jobs discarded or termed 'impossible' by others.
However, she doesn't know what she signed up for when she agrees to interview the Christophos brothers —wealthy men who live in a spooky old castle.
She thought it would be effortless despite the number of journalists who had failed to get any info on the brothers until she stepped foot into the compound.
Unknown to the unsuspecting woman, she was in for a ride of her life with brothers who might not be as human as they seem…
The game is about to begin... And it's the survival of the fittest...

She never saw it coming. After five years of marriage, it took a DNA test to blow everything up.

The son she raised from birth? Her husband's kid with his ex. And somehow, both of them knew the whole time and said nothing.

It gets worse. She overheard her husband's actual plan: wait for the ex to come back, then push her out of the company "nicely" and hand her five million as a goodbye gift.

Five million? She single-handedly kept that company alive, pouring in her own money and connections to clean up his messes. And that's all she's worth?

She was done. She wanted everything back that was hers.

The ungrateful kid? She's over it. The husband chasing his first love? Good riddance.

But the moment she walked away for real, both of them came running back.

"Baby, please. Just give me one more chance."

She didn't even look up.

In my past life, I stopped my brother from donating a kidney to save his high school lover.
Lily didn't receive a transplant in time and died soon after.
Caleb kept his kidney. He passed the rookie draft physical, signed a max contract with a top team, and became the darling of the basketball world.
But he hated me for the rest of his life.

My parents called me cold and heartless. They said I killed Lily and destroyed Caleb's one true love.
Later, when Caleb hit a low point and needed someone to blame, my parents held me down while Arthur shattered my right hand.
They destroyed my career, drained my bank account, and left me to die of a raging fever in a rundown apartment.

Now, I open my eyes.
And I will never be their scapegoat again.

Seventeen days into our silent standoff, I heard my boyfriend of eight years had slept with his childhood friend. He was telling people we’d already broken up. When I called, he asked if I had anything to say. “I do,”I replied. “When do I get my forty-five thousand dollars back?”

On our wedding day, Jovan Caruso—Don of the Caruso family, and the man I’d loved since I was eighteen—died in a car bomb on his way to the church.
Three weeks later, his estranged twin came home to take his place. Same eyes. Same voice. Same hands that used to hold mine.
Then I heard him through his mother’s door.
Jovan isn’t dead. He faked it—for another woman.
I only ever asked him for one thing. He broke it.
So I’m going to give him exactly what he gave me: a funeral.

[Divorce + Empowered Female Lead + Hidden Identity + Regretful Ex]
After the divorce, Alexander Brooks regretted it so much he could barely stand it!
How did his formerly dull and uninteresting ex-wife unexpectedly become so impressive?
The nation's top actor treats her like his sister, powerful elites can't stop thinking about her, and rising tech stars call her their mentor...
Not only that, but the miracle doctor, top-tier hacker, and world-class pianist he'd spent years searching for?
All her.
Alexander rekindles his determination and embarks on the long road to win back his ex-wife.
To his relentless persistence, Eira Johnson responds:
Him? Too broke for me. Not my type anymore.

"She doesn't even have a place to stay. She’d never dare to divorce me," my husband sneered, reassuring his mistress.

On the day of the horrific car crash, I was trapped inside a burning vehicle, screaming for help. My husband ignored my cries, picked up his mistress, and walked away without looking back.

That was the moment my heart died. I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his life.

But a month later, the very man who had treated me with absolute coldness was on his knees before me, his eyes bloodshot with tears.

This time, it’s his turn to beg.

He made me wait ten minutes. My mother died in those ten minutes.
For eight years, I gave Damien Cross everything. My career. My paycheck. Every deal I ever closed, signed in his favor. I chased him through college and followed him to Chicago. In thirty days, I was supposed to become Mrs. Cross.
That same day, he left me waiting at my desk to drive his best friend’s little sister to the doctor. All for a cough. He thought I’d still walk down the aisle. He’d always thought I’d show up, no matter what.
So the day before our wedding, I boarded a plane. And I left him a gift—one he would open in front of four hundred guests.
Two years later, his empire is on the auction block. And the woman sent to buy it is me. Now he’s on his knees, begging for a second chance. Too bad I’m already wearing someone else’s ring.

[Warning: 18+ | Mature content with explicit scenes, abuse, non-consensual acts, and dark themes. Reader discretion advised.]
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"Rip off those clothes and crawl like the filthy slave you are—dignity died the moment you became mine."_Lucian de Gaull

Her father destroyed his kingdom. Now, she belongs to him.

Ten years ago, Princess Elena stood above all—beautiful, noble, untouchable.
Ten years ago, Prince Lucian watched everything he loved burn—his kingdom, his family… his soul.

Now, he’s back. As a king. As a conqueror.
And he’s claimed Elena as the prize of war—his slave, his toy, his revenge.

“You’ll never have my heart,” she hissed.
“I don’t want your heart,” he smirked, “I just want to break it.”

But when hate turns into hunger, and punishment becomes pleasure, both will question everything.
She was supposed to suffer.
He was supposed to win.
Neither expected to fall.

Here is an adaptation crafted in the style of a bestselling contemporary Western psychological thriller or domestic drama hook, using fast-paced, high-tension American English:

For three years, I was the envy of Manhattan’s elite—the untouchable heiress with the flawless life.

My husband? The media constantly fawned over him, dubbing him "God’s gift to women" and the absolute epitome of a perfect gentleman.

Then came the video. The damn video that shattered it all.

Kneeling on the floor, wearing a thick leather collar like a pathetic stray, was the man I had loved deeply for years.

At the other end of the leash stood another woman, the stiletto of her red-soled Louboutin pressing ruthlessly into his cheek.

"Tell me, what are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Mistress Elena's dog," he whimpered. "I just want to get away from Sienna... I'm so sick of that suffocating bitch."

Every vow, every promise we ever made, instantly dissolved into a sick, twisted joke.

But instead of breaking down, I just smiled. And I hit save.

If he wanted to act like a dog so badly, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I was going to make sure he choked on that damn leash.

The rain glistened over the harbor asphalt the night I meant to tell him I was pregnant — to lay out all my quiet hopes for our wedding and our future. That was the night I was stolen away.
I screamed for help from a city stitched with police tape and hollow warehouses, where every thread of trust had already frayed. The man who should have trusted me brushed my pleas aside.
As answers began to surface, what we once called love soured into guilt, consuming obsession, and cold, calculated cruelty. Blue gemstones glint amid burned‑away proof, storm‑lashed docks bear witness. And I am the voice they will never manage to bury.

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