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When I was twenty, my family's long-lost biological daughter finally came home.

At her welcome party, I worked all day, yet there wasn't even a seat for me.

My brother asked me to take their new family photo.

My fiancé wore the suit meant for our wedding and stood in the center with his arm linked through hers.

I smiled, pressed the shutter, and quietly left.

By the time they discovered the guest room was empty, my plane was already in the air.

From that day on, Mom waited for me beside meals that went cold.

Dad lost sleep clutching a torn photograph.

My brother and fiancé searched for me like madmen, while the real daughter knelt outside my old bedroom, begging her sister to come home.

I’m in the final stages of stomach cancer. My son just passed away yesterday.
At his funeral, my ex-husband barged in, pointed at our son’s headstone, and accused me of doing anything for attention—even putting on a show like this.
He told me to get lost, to stay far away from the woman he really loves.
So I did exactly as he wanted.
I took my son’s ashes and disappeared into the endless sea.
But now, when I’m truly at death’s door, that same man who once hated me with everything he had is tearing the hospital apart, desperate to save me.
Don’t bother, Lucian.
If there’s a next life, let’s never meet again.

Seven years ago, I staged an affair to set him free, letting him believe I'd betrayed him for money. Now he's back—a celebrated music director, weeks away from his engagement—and I'm just the cleaning woman kneeling at his feet.
"You know this cleaning woman?" someone whispered.
"Seven years, and look how far you've fallen," he said, his voice cold as ice.
I kept my head down, tugging my sleeve over the needle marks the chemo had left behind.
He still thinks I cheated for the money.
He has no idea what it actually cost me to give him this life.

"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.

My name is Damian Lemaître.

In my past life, I was Serafina Camarilla's lapdog for ten years, being drained of my life, used, and squeezed dry of my last bit of value.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the scene of the blood pact ceremony. She sat on the high seat, waiting for me to kneel down and swear the oath with the same excitement as in my previous life.

"Damian Flamel, are you willing?"

"No."

Intro: I'm an S-Class superhuman, but I was locked in a basement for five full years, subjected to inhuman abuse and torment. All they wanted was to drain my blood and energy dry. I once believed that if I could just endure it all, I would see my family again. Until my wife Valen's voice came through the intercom and revealed that it was all a lie. I will turn my fury into strength and tear it all apart with my own hands.

The day I signed the divorce papers, Ethan Frost lit up the night sky with thousands of drones spelling out, ‘Vivian Moore, I love you.’ The whole city celebrated his new romance.
On our daughter, Sophie’s birthday, he watched coldly as Vivian’s daughter snatched away her favorite Elsa princess cake—and didn’t even blink when I was shoved down the stairs. Bleeding and trembling, I looked up to see him tenderly massaging Vivian’s feet.
But what truly shattered me was the day Sophie struggled in the pool—Ethan held me back, eyes dark, roaring, “What do you want?”
Later, he scrambled to Sophie’s photo on his knees, crying “Where’s Sophie? Bring her out.” While I only felt absurd, I smiled through my tears “you will never see Sophie again—ever.”

"I fell in love with a stranger. I didn't know he was my brother."
When I first saw Victor, I didn't see a sibling. I saw a man who set my skin on fire. I saw a pair of dark eyes that reflected my own soul. Our attraction wasn't just a choice—it was a gravity I couldn't escape. For weeks, we existed in a fever dream of late nights and whispered promises, building a future on a foundation I never knew was forbidden.
Then the truth came out. One old photograph, a single name, and my world shattered.
Now, the touch that felt like heaven feels like a sin. But how do you stop your heart from beating for the one person you were never supposed to touch?

A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

On the night before my sister's bone marrow transplant, my parents confiscated my EpiPen and locked me in the attic.

Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.

I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.

The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.

I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."

"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"

Her footsteps retreated.

Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.

Until my breathing stopped completely.

I’m a top assassin.

Three years ago, on a rainy night, I was being hunted when a stranger took a bullet for me. As he lay dying, he grabbed my hand and begged me to protect his son—and to keep living in his place.

To escape my pursuers and keep that promise, I changed my face, took his identity, and stayed by the boy’s side as his father.

His wife was arrogant, cruel, and constantly cheating. For the child—and to protect my cover—I endured all of it.

Until today.

She drugged me.

When I woke up, a doctor was holding a blade over my chest. They were about to take my heart.

Lying on that operating table, I finally learned the truth: her family had been trafficking organs all along.

That man died three years ago because he discovered it, and she arranged the crash that killed him.

She murdered the man who saved me. Now she wants to kill me too.

She still thinks I’m the same weak doctor who gets out of breath after a short run.

She doesn’t know I’m resistant to anesthesia.

And she definitely doesn’t know these hands have held scalpels—and snapped far too many necks.

At the magic academy’s party, I overheard my werewolf boyfriend in the lounge saying he was going to destroy me.

"Alexander, her magic core is merely experiencing a temporary disruption. According to the academy infirmary's suturing protocol, her magical output will fully recover in three days. Why did you lie and tell her the core is necrotic and must be dug out?" the school doctor asked.

My werewolf boyfriend's deep voice was as cold as silver salt scraping across glass—

"If she doesn't drop out of the Magic Scroll Championship finals, how can Vivienne win?"
"I cannot let her destroy Vivienne's dream!"

I froze in the shadows of the corridor, my fingertips going numb.
It turned out that the love I believed in, the protection and the future he kept promising me, were nothing but him treating me as an obstacle to his childhood sweetheart's success.

If that’s the case—

I don't need this man anyway!

My mafia husband has a childhood sweetheart. Whenever she or her son needed anything, he would eagerly rush to their aid.
This time, when our son Noah suffered from acute retinopathy and desperately needed his signature for surgery, he claimed she was in mortal danger and couldn't leave.
Because he wasn't there to sign the paperwork, Noah ultimately went blind.
Yet later, on his sweetheart's Instagram, I saw that he was just dining with her and her son...

For five years of marriage, I endured my Alpha King husband's cold neglect because he claimed to suffer from "Bond Deficiency Syndrome," making him incapable of falling in love with his fated mate.

I took a silver bullet for him, yet when danger struck, he abandoned me without hesitation and ran to another woman.

It wasn't until I got pregnant with his Double Alpha heir and went to surprise him that I overheard his cold voice outside the door: "The illness is faked. Once she gives birth to the heir, this marriage can end."

It turned out he understood everything; he just didn't love me.

I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I faked my death during an attack, leaving behind nothing but a blood-soaked wedding ring.

Later, the Alpha King who claimed he couldn't feel love went completely mad.

He abandoned his territory and searched for me for a year and a half.

But when he finally knelt in the blizzard, begging me to come back, my child was resting on another man's shoulder, sweetly babbling the word "Daddy."

While I was being kidnapped, tortured, and murdered in the horse stable of our own family farm, my all-powerful chaebol fiancée was helping my green tea younger brother try on wedding attire.
Before dying, with my broken, blood-stained finger, I dialed the last desperate call for help.
On the other end of the phone, her tone was filled with scorn and impatience: "Vincent, can't you even tolerate a little grievance from your younger brother? Let's just cancel the engagement, and I'll replace you with him as the groom."
Later, I truly died.
My soul drifted in mid-air, watching coldly as the whole family thought I was faking death to make a scene. My older sister even kicked over my disfigured body on the haystack in disgust: "Get up right now, stop pretending to be pitiful here!"
Until the flashlight's beam completely illuminated my ghastly, rigid face, and the shattered phone screen, still stuck on the moment she hung up, clutched tightly in my dead hand...
That forever aloof, arrogant female CEO finally went weak in the knees, kneeling in the foul-smelling, blood-soaked filth, and utterly lost her mind.

For Joey, I shouldered the blame for a commercial crime and survived five years behind bars—alone, even through a miscarriage.

With only five days left on my sentence, his secretary flaunted a “bonus” transfer from him—521,314—and when I left one mild comment, she blocked me.

I got released early on Christmas, wanting to surprise my husband. Instead, I pushed open our bedroom door and found Joey and Betty in our marital bed, deep in their sick little games.

And then I overheard a phone call that shattered everything: my little sister, Sansa, hadn’t died from a surgical “accident” at all. Joey had bribed the surgeon and had her heart cut out—so his mistress could gain a werewolf’s healing ability and keep having some perverted sex on bed.

He lied to me, used me, murdered my sister—and still mocked me for I was nothing without him.

Six years ago, Marlowe Kestrel drowned in the Duskhaven canals, or at least that is what the obituary said, what the empty coffin implied, and what every ruling House in the city has believed ever since.

In reality she swam two streets over, bribed a mortician with a forged signature, and built herself a new, gloriously unremarkable life as a small time magical forger who fixes other people's problems for coin and never, ever asks about bloodlines. It was a good plan.

It worked for six entire years, which is roughly five years and eleven months longer than anyone expected a Kestrel to survive in hiding. Then Jonas, the only man alive who knew her real name, turns up dead in his own workshop with a mark burned into his palm that Marlowe has spent her whole life trying to forget she carries too, and the only lead worth following belongs to Cassian Draven, heir to the most feared criminal House in the city, a man with a smile like a drawn blade and a family reputation built on making problems disappear as thoroughly as Marlowe once did herself.

Cassian recognizes her in under a minute, does not turn her in, and instead offers a deal she has no good reason to accept and every practical reason to take, pose as his fiancée at the season's summit of ruling Houses, help him smoke out whoever is hunting them both, and maybe, if she is very lucky and very careful, walk away with her second fake death arranged before anyone notices the first one was fake too.

The trouble is, the longer she spends pretending to love a Draven, the harder it gets to remember that hating him was ever supposed to be the easy part.

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter.
Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain.
"Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies."
I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free.
"You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged.
Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head .
"She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

I thought I was the woman David couldn’t live without.
For our marriage, I gave up my career to stay in the kitchen, learning to cook all his favorite meals, and I endured every bit of hostility from his family without complaint.
I thought that was what love looked like—quiet devotion, two people growing old together. Until our third wedding anniversary.
During the World Cup final broadcast watched by millions, I saw him in the stadium stands… kissing my younger sister.
By the time I made it home, Lily already had my house key in her hand, standing in my own home like she had every right to be there.
“Don’t you understand?” she whispered with a smile. “You can’t even give him a child. What makes you think you deserve to be his wife?”
David didn’t stop her. He didn’t defend me. He just watched. And let it happen.
What they forgot was simple. That house? It was mine. Not his.

I’m a retired special forces soldier.

Three months ago, my little brother vanished—and every lead went dead.

I tracked the trail to a private rehab clinic on a tropical island. On the surface, it’s wellness and recovery. Underneath, it’s an organ market.

Following the clinic led me to one person—her. She specializes in luring “donors” through the front door.

To avenge my brother, I got close on purpose and let her become my girlfriend.

She thought I was easy money, a body delivered to her table, and she brought me into that clinic herself.

She didn’t know I’d been waiting for this moment for three months.

On the operating table, the needle hovered three centimeters from my skin.

She thought I was finished.

She didn’t know these hands have held a gun—and snapped more than a few necks.

In my past life, my brother-in-law predicted the coming of an extreme cold apocalypse and claimed he would awaken a spatial ability on the day it arrived.
I didn't believe him, but under pressure from my wife's family, I purchased supplies anyway. Then the frozen apocalypse actually came.
I thought we'd survive together as a family, but my brother-in-law had bragged about his spatial ability and massive supplies before awakening. When his ability manifested, the space was pitifully small, and everyone he'd told came to rob us.
When food ran out, my wife's family turned on me, killing and eating me.
Reborn, I've decided to take revenge on my wife's entire family. And it all starts with secretly building my own shelter.

On the seventh wedding anniversary, I woke up in the lounge and found a big word "BITCH" sprayed with red paint on my chest.
The culprit, holding a spray-paint can, had a naive-looking smile on her face and said, "I'm doing you a favor. Your white outfit's way too boring."
I was just about to take action when my husband rushed in to protect her, frowning and scolding me: "She's just a little girl; she doesn't know any better. Do you have to be so petty?"
At this moment, looking at the man in front of me who had risen because of my family's influence, I suddenly laughed.
He probably forgot who had given him this overwhelming wealth.
I unscrewed the red-tipped thick paint pen and walked step by step towards the trembling girl.
"Your face is boring, too. Let me do you a favor."
As for my husband?
I'll make him know that without me, he's worse than a dog.

Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger.
Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears.
Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened.
This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay!
She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!

Warning ###This story contains explicit sexual content, coarse language, and potentially provocative scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.###
Benjamin is an elite assassin, undertaking a top-secret mission amidst the turmoil of war, a mission that symbolizes the highest honor for any assassin. However, during a critical moment of his assignment, Benjamin receives a call from home—his father has died under mysterious circumstances, shrouded in a colossal secret. Hastily returning to investigate his father's death, he is astonished to find his first obstacle is an alluring woman he must now call 'stepmother.' Could this beautiful, sensuous, and youthful stepmother be connected to his father's untimely demise? Confronted with her misunderstandings, which path should Benjamin choose? This dilemma demands profound contemplation from him.

Judy’s fated mate rejected her to marry the Lycan Chairman - Gavin’s daughter. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he ruined her family and tried to make her his secret mistress!
Judy’s response? “I’d rather sleep with your father-in-law than ever be with you!”
Gavin is known for his power, wealth, and being the ultimate playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice.
But Judy’s about to break all his rules… again and again.

"I want you to be my fake boyfriend.""What do I get in return?""I can give you money.""Money is not what I am after." He looked into my eyes and smirked, "I want you."Kylie Wade's happy life hit rock bottom when she found her boyfriend cheating on her with her own sister. To add oil to the misery, her adopted mother wanted to get her married off to a rich old man. Desperate to escape her fate and get back at her ex, she ends up hooking up with the captain of the football team- Elijah Crawford.What supposed to be was a one time thing changed into a dedicated courtship when Elijah took a liking on her.Was she ever going to be with that playboy? NEVER!Little did she know that Elijah had a secret- he was not an ordinary human but a werewolf.

Fay is a psychologist and her patient is the most ruthless mafia king. He's in jail.
And he's the father of Fay's ex ?!
One day, he caged Fay against bars and unbuttoned her shirt
Fay tried to push him away but she was wet.
Him："You know, doc. I wanted to do this the first day we met."

On New Year's Eve, I lost both my first love and my virginity.
I never thought that the courage I mustered to put on that sexy lingerie... would eventually be undone by my professor.

When Audrey's bf cheated at the biggest college party,
He called her a boring nerd in front of everyone.
She’s heartbroken and wasted. Then she had a one-night stand with a hot stranger.
The next morning, she shocked to find out that the new professor was the man from last night.
She lowered her head and tried to escape the earth.
Him: “No need to hide, Audrey. I believe we met last night.”

When Chase Tanning’s mother remarries a decade after his father’s death, he is happy to see his mother happy once again. But when he moves in to his new house with his new step-father and step-brother, he’s convinced that they have made a grave mistake. Not only is the house centuries old and gives off a creepy vibe, but his new step-family is even more mysterious and cold towards him than he anticipated.
However, moving to a new school in his sophomore year is even more challenging than he anticipated, and as the bullies have a field day with him while his step-brother, Alexander Marshall, all but avoids his very existence. That is until…he is pushed down the stairs and ends up hitting his head hard enough to heal. In an instant, his life changes forever as he is surrounded by people with fangs and claws, with no hope of escape.
But right then, a shadowy figure steps in front of him, and drives the hissing creatures away.
“Welcome to hell, little brother,” says his savior. “From now on, you are mine to claim, mine to do as I please.”

"What's wrong, kitten? Am I getting you riled up?" he asks teasingly. I turn away from him, hoping he won't see how much he's pissing me off. 
He knows I hate that fucking nickname, but he hasn't stopped calling me that since we were little.
"I told you to stop calling me that," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady.
"And I told you that I would never stop calling you that."
I grind my molars, feeling my frustration rise. "You're such a dick. Why is that my nickname anyway?"
"Because you always have your claws out, but when it's time to scratch and bite, you're practically harmless."
A bitter laugh bubbles out of me as I turn back to him. "Fuck you. I could claw your damn eyes if I wanted to."
"Sure, you can, Kitten," he says again, grinning just to piss me off more. "But just in case those claws don't sink deep enough, keep in mind that you can always call on me, Niko, and Mace if you're in trouble."
Why does he keep saying that? I don't need them, I never have. Not even when my dad was murdered. I never let anyone see me cry and wiped my own tears in private.
Just like Daddy would have wanted from his tough girl. 
"He's right, sweet girl. You can call us if you ever need us," Nikolai adds, emerging from the house and joining us. Mace appears right behind him. 
Oh, great. Here are all three dumbasses. 


TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK. THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex
At twenty-three, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

Victoria devoted five faithful years to Ethan, her mate-to-be—or so she thought. But on the night she planned to reveal her deepest secret, she overhears Ethan and her best friend in bed, laughing about her "omega innocence." Betrayed, heartbroken, and burning with fury, Victoria turns away from the man who used her... straight into the arms of his enigmatic half-brother, the dangerous and magnetic Damian Sterling.
"Why him?" Damian asks, his voice dark.
"Because I want to forget your brother," she dares.
Just one night. No feelings. No regrets. But neither of them expects the raging call of fate, or the secrets about to explode.
She was never an omega.
He was never meant to touch her.
But destiny has its own rules—and it starts with one unforgettable night.
Will revenge turn into something deeper—or destroy them both?

TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK
THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex
At 22 years old, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

When you're a pregnant cheerleader, your bf ghosted you immediately after you told him the news.
Your brother's best friend, the hockey captain, threw a party and invited all of your bf's flings, and they unite to dump him in public.
You: thanks for always being a big brother to me
He raised his eyebrow and asked,
"Brother? How about your baby’s dad?"

When you're homeless after catching your BF and BFF together,
the next time you see them, they're screaming in public,
your hot billionaire fiancé casually wraps an arm around you and says to your BFF:
"Jenny, watch your mouth in front of your new mom... and your future little brothers."
Jenny: 😱Dad!?
Ex-BF: 🤡

He was the heir of top rich family, but he was deaf, blind and lame.
I, an orphan, decided to marry him for his money.
Everyone laughed at us, but I struggled alone to support the whole family.
But one day, I was so shocked when I discovered his secret!

Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother.

"What is wrong with me?

Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?

It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.

He’s my boyfirend’s brother.

This is Tyler’s family.

I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.

**

As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.

Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.

When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.

I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.

**

I hate girls like her.

Entitled.

Delicate.

And still—

Still.

The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.

Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.

I shouldn’t care.

I don’t care.

It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.

It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.

I’m not here to rescue anyone.

Especially not her.

Especially not someone like her.

She’s not my problem.

And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.

But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.

I escaped my abusive Alpha husband by striking him down, only to run straight into the predatory, obsessive embrace of his triplet brothers.
My husband hates my body. But his brothers worships it. Debbie, married to Alpha Black, the powerful Alpha heir of the Dark-hearts Pack. But life with him isn’t what anyone expects.
She is bullied, body-shamed, and abused — forced to run into the arms of her brothers-in-law. The triplets: Rain, wild and passionate. River, calm yet dangerous. Rex, quiet and magnetic.
They didn’t just come to rescue her… they came to claim her. The same body her husband despises, they worship. They are obsessed with it. One woman. Three men. And a forbidden passion that refuses to be tamed.
Warning: This book contains smut, BDSM, and more smut.

I came to New York to survive my first real job. Instead, I found out my terrifyingly gorgeous boss has golden wings.

On my very first day at one of Manhattan's most prestigious law firms, I accidentally catch a glimpse of something no human is supposed to see. Pointed ears. Impossible magic. A monster that shouldn't exist. And Alexander Sterling—the brilliant, infuriating senior partner everyone worships—isn't just a legal genius.

He's a Fae prince.

The problem? He knows I saw everything. Now the dangerously handsome man who was supposed to erase my memories insists on keeping me close instead. Apparently, I'm the only human alive who can see through fae glamour, and that makes me the key to stopping the invisible war tearing apart the barrier between our world and theirs.

Lucky me. By day, I'm drowning in impossible billable hours, impossible deadlines, and an impossible boss who somehow gets even more attractive every time he saves my life. By night, I'm dodging nightmare creatures, uncovering centuries-old conspiracies, and discovering that the magic I've spent my whole life dismissing as hallucinations may actually be my greatest strength.

The closer Alexander and I get, the harder it becomes to ignore the sparks between us—or the secrets he's desperately trying to protect. Because someone is hunting people like me, the barrier is on the verge of collapse, and if the wrong fae gets their hands on my power, both worlds could burn.

Falling for my boss was never part of the plan. Neither was becoming the only thing standing between humanity and the end of magic.

A DARK EROTIC BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE. “Arghh, oh my, faster…” I moaned in pleasure, my head rolling back as my vision turned hazy with ecstasy.

My mouth hung open, muttering incoherent words while I watched the beast of a man before me pound harder into my dripping entrance.

“I’m going to fuck your tight, virgin c*nt so hard that I’ll ruin you for any other man out there,” he muttered in my ear as he switched our positions, laying me on my back.

I gasped as I felt drive deeper into me than ever before.
—
“The night I caught my fiancé in bed with my sister was the night I stopped being the good girl.”

After seventeen years of blind loyalty, Leah Harnes walks in on her fiance tangled in sheets with her own sister.

Heartbroken, humiliated and desperate to forget, Leah does the unthinkable when she spends a reckless night with a hot stranger.

But then, her world shatters again when she discovers the man from that night is ‘Ethan Blackwood,’ her ruthless and dangerously powerful boss.

Ethan offers her a cruel contract; Her body in exchange for his power.

Except, a man like Ethan doesn’t do soft.

No romance. No love-play.

All he knows is control, pleasure and pain.

She swears to hate him.

He swears to own her.

Between her scheming step-mother, her vengeful ex and Ethan’s dark obsession, Leah is caught in a web of lies, desire and revenge.

But when love ignites between them, and enemies strike from all sides, Leah must decide to destroy Ethan to save herself or lose everything to the man who already ruined her once.

A man like Ethan, who despised being touched, but now, he craves the touch of only one woman.

I died on the stairs of my husband's office, pregnant and betrayed—then woke up six weeks before my wedding, with one purpose: to let him build his empire on my money, then watch him lose everything. But this time, I quietly reclaim my stolen legacy, expose the truth before Providence's elite, and dismantle his empire piece by piece. As my enemies turn on each other, I find not revenge alone, but the freedom to choose my own future.

When nineteen-year-old Seraphina Winters returns home after her mother’s sudden marriage, she expects distance and discomfort not the magnetic pull of her new stepfather. Damon Blackwood is powerful, guarded, and dangerously attentive, and living under the same roof makes every glance feel like a test of control.

As secrets rise and boundaries blur, Seraphina is forced to confront feelings she never invited, while Damon struggles between duty, guilt, and a desire he refuses to name. In a house built on wealth and silence, one wrong step could destroy them both.

Some love stories aren’t meant to begin but once they do, they refuse to end quietly.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt.
"What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out.
"Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée."
"Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled.
"You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness."
I moaned, feeling his hand trailing close to my anticipating cunt, "No talking of another man now," his finger brushed my clit, "You are mine now!" He growled and dove a finger in me.


After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger.
To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely.
By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle.
And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back.
How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?

“Did you ever love me?” Summer Hayes asked her husband once.

Kieran Cross never answered.

For two years, Summer believed their marriage was revenge—cold touches, ruthless control, and silence sharp enough to wound. The billionaire boy she ignored in high school had finally made her pay for it.

Until the night he died saving her.

As their yacht sank beneath freezing waves, Kieran shoved her onto the rescue boat, blood on his lips, and mouthed the words he’d never said before:

“I love you.”

By the time Summer understood the truth, he was gone.

Three years later, destroyed by grief and PTSD, she crashes her car—and wakes up at sixteen.

This time, her mother is alive.
And Kieran is not the untouchable billionaire she remembers, but a poor scholarship student everyone overlooks.

Quiet. Exhausted. Starving himself to support his deaf little sister.

When no one offers him a seat, Summer does.

Because this lifetime, she’ll save the boy who died for her.

But falling for Kieran again may uncover the devastating truth behind the man he became—and why loving her always seems to end in tragedy.

“Please Erica, give me the chance to prove that I love you.” Dante begged.

A mate was the best thing all Lycan’s got from the moon Goddess but it wasn't the same for Erica.
Erica had been married to Dante for four years and in these four years she had endured all the pain of her childless and pain-filled marriage to her mate.

Erica wasn’t a high ranked werewolf like Dante had always wanted but she loved him and wished she’d be happy with him but Erica’s wish seems to never come true as she’s divorced, rejected and thrown away from his pack.
Being divorced was one thing but being divorced with his child was another.

Six years later, Erica Returns with her 5 years old triplets.
Will Erica fight the mate bond which seems to grow stronger with her possessive ex mate, or will she choose to love the man who is ready to set the world ablaze for her?

"She's mine, she's my duty."


Alice POV

I don’t know how it could be her time. My mother, a kind woman, is lying in a decorated cedar box.

My stepfather, clutches at his chest, in pain I know he does not feel. Just the day before she died, he slapped my mother across the face and called her a “worthless bitch.”

He only wanted her money.


When I was in the car. I turn my eyes toward the window and watch the cemetery as it fades from view.

That’s when I see him.

A man, tall, dressed in black. He’s pale, almost luminescent. His dark hair is slicked back. He lifts his head and looks right at me.

I feel like he’s staring right into my soul.


Rhys POV

I should’ve never taken the girl.

That bastard stepfather is a fucking nightmare, a gambler, and he deserves to die.

The bastard said, "Please, Mr. Severin. At least see her. I was certain to teach her skills, she's like her mother, well, there’s always the bedroom.”

"Shut up!!" I can't stand his disgusting voice.

"Sir, she's not worth two million dollars." My man advises.

The truth is, I have felt some sort of pull toward the young lady since I first laid eyes on her at her mother’s funeral. The forlorn look in her eyes would be enough to break a person’s heart.

I couldn’t leave her, after all. Not with that bastard.

"She's my duty, I can't resist."

We hid in this world for so long.

Having complete control over myself has always been a characteristic I am proud of, but even I found myself salivating when the scent of her sweet blood filled my lungs.


Alice
After my mother’s death, my world shattered. My stepfather didn’t just steal my inheritance—he sold me to the man he owed a debt to. Now I live in a mansion perched on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by strangers who speak in riddles and disappear in the night. My new guardian, Rhys Severin, is cold, impossibly handsome, and completely unreadable. But as strange things begin happening in Duskmoore House, I can’t shake the feeling that something dark is watching me… and that Rhys may be hiding more than secrets behind those silver eyes.

Rhys
Taking in Alice Heathe was supposed to be business. A debt repaid. But from the moment she stepped into my home, she stirred something long dead in me. Something dangerous. I’ve kept my nature hidden for centuries, but the longer Alice is under my roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the craving—for her blood, and her body. She doesn’t belong in my world of shadows and secrets… but fate may not care what either of us wants.

Please!! Emily choked out, trying to pry the hands strangling her neck.

How could you do this to me? Stefan roared, his hands tightening on her neck. It took the three of the pack warriors to pry his hands away from her neck.

Please!!! Stefan, I can explain, it’s not what it looks like.

Instead his cold gaze freezes her from uttering another word. Shame shrouding her, as Emily clung the blanket covering her naked body.

My name is Stefan Regan, and I reject you Emily Snow, as my mate and Luna of the Silver crescent pack.

You and the man you have chosen to cheat with her to be banished immediately.

No!!!!!!!!!! Emily screamed, clutching her chest, as pain hot as lava runs through her body. Please Stefan this is all a misunderstanding, please!!!

Instead she is dragged out by the guards that were once her friends, banishing her out of the park she had known all her life. leaving her mateless, heartbroken and pregnant.

Find out what the story of Emily in this thrilling novel, filled with unexpected twists, that would keep you on edge.

My head throbbed painfully, and every inch of my body felt as if it was being torn apart. The man I spent the night with was a force of nature, an absolute beast in bed. Glancing at the scattered condoms around, I estimated we’d gone at it five or six times last night. I sighed, convincing myself it was just a one-time fling, a steamy memory I’d cherish. After all, I didn’t even know his name, and I was sure we’d never cross paths again.​

But fate had a twisted sense of humor. The moment I stepped into Silver Moon Pack as a newly - signed actress, I froze. There he was—the Alpha whose eyes held me captive, the same man I’d shared that wild night with. I’d dreamed of this moment, thinking it was my ticket to stardom. Little did I know, this Alpha was infamous as the “Demon Alpha.” Now, I couldn’t help but wonder: Would I survive his clutches?

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Founding out her boyfriend got her sister Pregnant, Zoe Gil flirted with an unknown stranger and ended up marrying him in a flash.

But why did the stranger turned out to be the most richest and powerful man in the city?