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In my past life, they drained my blood, kicked me off the rooftop, and said, "Waste doesn't deserve to live."

Reborn into the apocalypse, I opened my palm, and seven beams of primal energy pierced the sky. The woman who cried out "the best in the world" to me just ten minutes ago couldn't even produce a spark now. The brother who wore the boots I sewed and called me trash was being chased and bitten by mutants like a stray dog, his leg broken.

They came to me with memories of their past lives, demanding, "Why did you steal our special abilities?"

In front of thousands of people, I unleashed a net of lightning, scorching those who came to block my way. They knelt in the mud, their heads bleeding from kowtowing; Elena covered her mouth, which had been slapped clean, and David trembled on his single leg, leaning on a rusty steel pipe—yet they couldn't even climb over the iron thorns surrounding my tower.

Later, they rotted into a pile of mud in the arena and among the hordes of corpses, and I didn't even look back.

Until a horde of millions of zombies besieged the city, I went out alone with my sword and shattered the zombie king with a single strike.

The entire ruins knelt down.

They thought I had stolen the light.
No. I was just a fire that burned away what should have been garbage.

Eight years ago, I was the heir to a powerful dynasty—the man set to inherit an empire.

On the way home from a business deal, our convoy was ambushed and I was taken. My fiancée arrived with the ransom, and the kidnappers gave her a choice: save one man. She saved my closest friend—and left me bleeding in the ruins.

They thought I was dead. They went on camera, announced my “tragic death,” took my company, split my legacy, and lived on my name for eight long years.

But I didn’t die. A gray-zone mercenary unit pulled me out of a pile of bodies. I changed my name and climbed from the bottom of their world—training, bleeding, killing, leading—until I became one of their commanders.

Today, my fiancée is marrying my best friend. The invitation arrived with my name on it. I board a first-class flight under a new identity and head straight for their wedding.

Halfway through the ceremony, the priest asks if anyone objects.

I stand up. “I object.”

I didn’t come back to give my blessing. I came back to collect.

I died trying to save the animals I loved—then woke up as the abusive stepmother of a four-year-old beastkin boy.
According to the original story, Milo will grow up to become a ruthless villain. But right now, he is just a frightened little lynx who sleeps on a filthy blanket, eats pet food from a bowl, and thinks every kindness comes with a price.
I have no mission to complete and no plot to preserve. I only want to teach him three things: he deserves real food, he never has to earn his place at home, and his ridiculously soft ears are absolutely adorable.
There is just one complication.
His cold, powerful father is a tiger—and apparently, he wants to become my real husband.

I am the chief architect of a quantum computing system valued at hundreds of billions in the real world.
For an AI test subject that I wrote myself, I was willing to conceal my identity as the creator and become her unseen, low-level assistant, even at the cost of taking a fatal blow for her.
Just as she was about to go public and reach the top of the conglomerate pyramid, she unhesitatingly pushed an "Organ Donation Agreement" in front of me, forcing me to remove a kidney to save the newly spawned "old money" NPC new love.
She thought that as long as I died on the operating table, she could kick me aside, this useless stepping stone, without any moral burden, and embrace the perfect capitalist marriage.
But she didn't know—
The entire world she exists in is just a sandbox test server on my desk.

Seven days before the doomsday outbreak, the wild weeds by the road spoke to me: The zombies are coming.
I rushed home, intending to take my fiancée and flee for our lives.
But outside the door, I overheard her plotting with her boss on the sofa, scheming to drain all my wealth.
"He’s just an orphan with no family or connections. No one would care even if he dies."
I didn’t push the door open.
Instead, I quietly cashed out all my assets overnight and built an impenetrable island fortress without delay.
Seven days later, the zombie hordes surrounded the city.
She and her entire family were chased by the monsters, covered in blood and mangled.
They knelt frantically kowtowing and begging for help right outside my explosion-proof gate.
I coldly locked the door tight.
"You were right," I said. "No one really cares if you die. Just go in peace."

My name is Michael Carson. On the surface, I'm a small-time analyst in Dallas, but nobody knows that I'm the sole heir to a multi-billion dollar financial empire.

The father's factory was on the verge of bankruptcy, but his wife transferred the money to her mother to open a beauty clinic, saying, "Your dad's lousy factory should have gone out of business long ago."

Her father suffered a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. She then said, "He's over sixty years old, is it worth it?"

I tolerated it. Until she discovered my true identity, she immediately turned on me, threatening divorce and taking half of my assets.

At that moment, I understood—some people don't deserve kindness.

I dialed the family number I hadn't contacted in five years.

They will never forget what happened next.

"You good-for-nothing should get out and save your food rations. I'll use your truckload of supplies for you!"

The man-eating scarlet spores swept through the town. My good brother locked the security door tightly and locked me in the corridor filled with blood mist.

He stared intently at me through the peephole, waiting to see the horrific sight of my internal organs being drained by the fungus.

But a second before I was devoured by the spores, I hid in my personal space and with a single thought drained the last drop of water and every grain of rice from the room.

Three days later, in this impregnable "vacuum tomb".

When he was so thirsty that he swallowed blood, and knelt on the ground desperately pounding on the door.

I kicked the door open, tied him up with nylon rope, and hung him upside down in the blood-red storm outside the window.

The day I died in a foreign country, my boyfriend was in the spotlight with another woman.

He's the man I built from nothing. Five years ago, I saved a broke orphan fresh out of college from the gutter. He said he wanted to be famous, wanted to make it to the top of the hockey world. In exchange, he became my boyfriend for five years.

I gave him the best coaching staff money could buy. Bought an entire hockey franchise and made him the centerpiece. Called in every favor I had to make him MVP.

But while he enjoyed everything I gave him, he refused to make our relationship public. Said it would "hurt his brand." He could make headlines with reporters and models, but nobody could know I existed.

He even said on national TV: "Those owners who just throw money around are pretty boring. Hockey is about skill, not money."

So why did he lose his mind when he found out I was dead?

My name is Nora Monroe. Thirty-two weeks pregnant, ready to pop anytime.
This morning, my husband Everett left town, leaving me and my cat, Piper, alone at home.
Deep into the night, a strange woman called. Her voice was gentle, apologetic—she said my cat Piper had somehow wandered downstairs. She was severely allergic to cat dander and couldn't bring her up to me. I grabbed my coat, ready to head down, when the baby suddenly gave me a vicious kick. The pain sent me collapsing back onto the sofa, unable to move.
The woman on the phone urged me over and over. I looked up, my eyes falling on the corner of the living room.
Piper was sitting right there, staring unblinkingly at me...

In my previous life, on the very day of our marking ceremony, my Alpha fiancé met his fated mate at the banquet.
He didn’t break off our engagement. Instead, he chose silence and completed the ceremony with me. He chose to trap me with a twenty-year mate bond.
For twenty years, I fought wars for the Pack, bore him an heir, and ruled the main hall alone as Luna.
Meanwhile, in another Pack’s territory, he spent his entire life with that woman.
Before I died, he told me he was sorry.
But he also blamed me—saying that if I hadn’t insisted on taking the Luna seat, he could have left more completely.
Only then did I realize something cruel. Not only was I never the one he loved, I was also the obstacle to his freedom.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the marking ceremony.
This time, the mate bond had not yet formed, and the mate mark had not yet been sealed.
Whether he would abandon me for his fated mate no longer mattered.
Because this time—
I would never step aside for any Alpha again.

To fulfill a dying comrade's final request, I spent twelve years living in the shadows to protect his daughter. I took bullets for her, laundered her black-market assets, and eventually handed over my entire stake in the security empire. In her eyes, I am her father’s murderer; in mine, she is a mission—the only flicker of light left in my life. Until that fateful banquet, when she personally shoved me into the sights of mercenaries. Watching my blood bloom across her dress, she hooked her arm around my nemesis and ordered coldly, "Clean it up." In that moment, twelve years of devotion collapsed, and a heart that beat only for her finally learned to freeze. This time, I’ve decided to personally destroy the monster I raised.

The child I brought into this world through sheer determination now calls my husband's mistress "mother"; the youth who slew my father for my sake and was imprisoned, now confines me beyond the threshold, forcing me to hear his carnal symphony with his stepmother. Only then did I comprehend: the sixteen-year-old boy who committed patricide for me had long perished within the prison walls.

This is a world where humans and fantasy races exist side by side. Werewolves move through city streets between glass towers, and every now and then, a pair of massive wings cuts through the clouds overhead. Twenty years ago, to secure the family's standing, the main house signed a contract with the Dragon Clan.

As the least favored daughter of a branch family, I was chosen to be the Dragon King's mate. The terms were spelled out plainly: if I couldn't get married within five years of coming of age, I'd have to go to Dragon territory and go through with the marriage.

For five years, every wedding I've planned has been blown up by my younger sister, Hannah.

This is year five. I'm finally in a wedding dress, about to marry Derek, the boy I grew up with.

What I didn't expect was that one hour before the ceremony, Hannah collapsed in the dressing room coughing up blood. She grabbed Derek's hand, crying, saying she wouldn't make it through the month.

And my parents are on either side of me, hands pressed down hard on my shoulders.

"Just let Hannah have the wedding. She's dying!"

What they don't know is that if I don't get married today, the Dragon envoys will come for me on the spot.

And I won't be coming back.

I once loved Ryan deeply and helped him become the Alpha, only to be rewarded with chains in a dungeon and the mocking laughter of him and his mistress.

Fate gave me a second chance—I woke up reborn on the morning of the mate selection ceremony. There he was, still ordering me around in front of everyone, expecting me to play the obedient servant.

Everyone tried to convince me that Ryan, the man who killed me, is the "right choice."

Yet I chose Connor—the man feared by the entire clan, the one who will bring ruin to the clan for the sake of his one true love.

This time, I refuse to be the stepping stone on Ryan's climb to power.

I'm going to make everyone see who truly holds the reins.

In my previous life, my younger sister, Lilith, married Arthur, the vampire prince.

I married Grant Taylor, a werewolf tycoon and the Empire’s richest man.

Everyone said I was the lucky one.

I traveled in luxury cars, wore custom-made designer clothes, and appeared to have a perfect marriage. The entire Empire admired us.

Lilith, however, was miserable in the vampire royal family.

The royal family’s rigid rules controlled every part of her life. She had to bow and curtsy at every turn while noblewomen looked down on her and humiliated her.

Arthur ignored her, yet one beautiful woman after another moved into his estate.

Lilith cried. She threw tantrums. In the end, she had an affair with a human royal guard.

When the affair came to light, she was stripped of her title and locked inside the dark, windowless Royal Tower.

The day Grant and I attended a banquet at the palace, she appeared before me with hatred burning in her eyes.

“Why do you get everything? Why am I the one who has to rot in here?”

A second later, she detonated the mana crystal hidden beneath her clothes.

The flames swallowed us both.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we chose which marriage contract to sign.

Lilith moved first. She pointed at the marriage contract bearing the wolf emblem and announced that she would marry Grant.

I lowered my gaze, barely holding back a laugh.

She thought she had stolen a fortune from me.

She had no idea what kind of monster that man truly was.

Forty-eight hours before my wedding, I was kidnapped and gang-raped, surviving by only a thread in the depths of despair.   When my mafia boss fiancé and my police detective best friend stood guard by my hospital bed with bloodshot eyes, I heard him suddenly switch to Navajo and ask her, "The death row inmates from the dark web—were they dealt with cleanly?"   My best friend chuckled, replying in the same language. "Don't worry. The guys who put their hands on Maya have been wiped out. Dead men tell no tales."   "Sacrificing Maya alone gave you the perfect excuse to wipe out the rival family and swallow the southern smuggling network, while earning me a high-level promotion. It was a damn good deal."   Amidst tearing, agonizing pain, it felt as if I had been plunged into an ice cliff.   They thought I could never understand this obscure tribal language, so they brazenly feasted on the spoils of victory built upon my very flesh and blood. But what they didn't know was that, to surprise my fiancé during our wedding vows... I had been secretly studying Navajo for an entire year.

I died from campus rumors and elite prejudice in my last life.
Reborn, I no longer choose to explain. I collect every timestamp, fingerprint and hidden deal.
I expose my traitorous boyfriend, fake weak rival, and the school’s biased protection of the privileged.
With ironclad proof, I overturned all injustice and let every hypocrite pay the price.

"What is the ultimate favoritism your partner gives you?"
On the third day after the IVF procedure, I came across this trending question on a werewolf forum.
Just as I was about to scroll past, a highly upvoted answer pierced straight through my eyes.
"I'm newly pregnant with the Alpha's cub, so I can answer this question."
"The favoritism is this: even though I’m not his official mate, he lied to the one at home—claiming she’s infertile due to health issues—just so I could conceive."
"He said: 'A human body is like a broken vessel. Only a strong she-wolf like me deserves to carry his cubs.'"
In the photo, the ruby necklace that belonged exclusively to me was hanging around her neck.
Trembling, I finished reading every word.
So this was his idea of a beautiful future—sowing his seeds in his lieutenant's bed.
So the agony of egg retrieval I endured was, in his eyes, nothing but the useless struggle of a broken vessel.
I laughed until tears fell.
Back then, I defied my father and even cut ties with my family just to marry this stray wolf.
"Ella, sooner or later, you’ll come crying back, begging for our forgiveness."
Now, it turns out I really have failed.
I pulled the IV needle from the back of my hand and dialed the number I’d blocked five years ago.
"In three days, I will return to the Hunters' Legion."

I am the sole heir to the Hartwell fortune.
But this birthday dinner — the one meant to sign the family trust into my hands on my twenty-second year — was being ruined by the housekeeper's daughter.
Brianna had done it on purpose. She'd stolen the archival couture gown my late mother left behind, then thrown herself into the champagne tower and pinned it on me.
"Oh God, Audrey, why did you push me?" She was already crying, her voice pitched for the crowd. "I know you hate seeing me in this dress, but your father was the one who insisted I wear it. Please don't make me leave."
In my last life, I'd stood there sobbing, waving my hands, trying to explain.
For that, I'd been stripped of my inheritance on the spot, committed to a psychiatric ward, and in the end, every fingernail torn out one by one, I'd died in agony.
But I'd been reborn.
Now I looked down at Brianna crumpled among the shattered crystal, playing the victim, and I didn't waste a word.
I crossed the floor, stood over her, drew my arm back, and slapped her across the face as hard as I could.
"Shut your mouth."

To save enough for a summer trip with my boyfriend, Tripp, and his friends, I worked late every night after school as a food runner at the upscale French restaurant in town.

Tripp told me his family didn't have much money. He wore old thrift-store T-shirts and always ordered the cheapest lunch in the cafeteria.

I felt bad for him. During the year we were together, I quietly paid for most of our dates.

Until one night, when I carried a bottle of wine to a private dining room and heard voices coming from inside.

"Tripp, how long are you going to keep pretending you're broke?" It was Chase, Tripp's best friend.

Then I heard Bitsy's sugary-sweet voice. She and Tripp had grown up together. "Thanks for the limited-edition bag, Tripp. Eighty grand, and it's absolutely gorgeous. I love it!"

I froze. An eighty-thousand-dollar bag? He wouldn't even spend twelve dollars on a burger.

Then Tripp spoke in a lazy drawl. "Girls like Nora are low-maintenance. She's easy to fool. Buy her an iced latte, and she'll act like it means the world to her. She barely costs me anything."

He had never really cared about me.

My mate, Rhys, brought his dead brother's pregnant widow into our house.
He swore up and down I'd never have to lift a finger for her.
The next morning he stood by the door with a packed bag and a grin.
"Babe. Big news. The pack called me up. Border post out east, two years. I ship out tonight."
He looked at me like he was waiting for me to promise I'd take good care of his brother's widow.
So I pulled my own bag out of the closet, right there in front of him and the woman in the back room.
"Funny. The alliance called me up too. Medic rotation. Two years."
"We can leave together. Lock up on the way out. Colette can rest easy with the whole house to herself."

My younger sister, Freya, was preparing for her advanced training in New York the following week, so she dragged me to the dance studio to help her correct her movements. I put on my dance shoes as usual and stood in the center of the floor, ready to demonstrate a turn.

The moment my foot slipped, I didn't even have time to react.

My body hit the ground hard, and the sharp pain from the back of my head nearly made me lose consciousness. I lay on the cold floor, my throat tight, unable to even cry out for help.

When Mother rushed in, she didn't spare me a glance.

She immediately helped Freya up and took her to the hospital. I missed the critical window for treatment and died on the way to the hospital.

On my wedding day, my mother walked in and took my gown off the rack. Then she handed it to Coralie — the sister my parents adopted, the one I've given half my magic to every month for five years.
The High Priest says my stars are cursed. So Coralie will marry Roland in my place. My fiancé. The man I nearly died healing.
My father tells me to think of the bigger picture. Roland won't even look at me. Not one of them looks back as they leave me alone in that room.
They think I'll stand here and take it, like I always have.
They don't know about the black whistle in my sleeve — the one a dying man pressed into my hand at the edge of the Abyss. Blow it, he said, and I'll come for you.
I've been good for too long.
I'm done.

At sixteen, I took a fatal blow for him. As my wolf soul shattered, he swore with blood-red eyes: "When I become Alpha, I will make you my Luna."
But two years later, when he led the pack to migrate to new territory, he told the butler before departure: "Her broken wolf soul will only drag the group down."
With my bundle, I slipped out. Fate played a cruel joke: I boarded the wrong carriage, replacing a weeping bride, and was delivered to the wedding chamber of Alaric Argent, Alpha of the Sterling Pack.
The tall, steady figure before me sparked an odd sense of calm. The fog of memory wouldn’t let me be sure. Was this mistaken arrival a new beginning… or the continuation of an old shadow?

“The perfect romance or beach read, with a difference: its enthusiasm and beautiful descriptions offer an unexpected attention to the complexity of not just evolving love, but evolving psyches. It's a delightful recommendation for romance readers looking for a touch more complexity from their romance reads.”--Midwest Book Review (For Now and Forever)THE WITCHING PLACE: A PERILOUS PAGE is book #3 in a charming new cozy mystery series by bestselling author Sophie Love, author of The Inn at Sunset Harbor series, a #1 Bestseller with over 200 five-star reviews.When Alexis Blair, 29, is fired from her book publishing job and breaks up with her boyfriend on the same day, she wonders if life is urging her to make a fresh start. She decides it’s time to pursue her lifelong dream of opening a bookstore of her own—even if that means leaving Boston and accepting a job in a curious bookstore in a small seaside town an hour away.A cryptic visitor comes into town, looking for a rare book, and willing to pay anything.But when he ends up dead, Alexis wonders: was the price too high?And did Alexis’s mysterious store owner have anything to do with it?A page-turning cozy, rife with the supernatural, mystery, secrets and love—and centered around a small town as odd and endearing as its shop—A PERILOUS PAGE will make you fall in love and keep you laughing out loud as you turn pages late into the night.“The romance is there, but not overdosed. Kudos to the author for this amazing start of a series that promises to be very entertaining.”--Books and Movies Reviews (For Now and Forever)

To everyone in town, I was just a sixty-five-year-old retired man.
I lived in an old house, drove an old car, and showed up at the same diner every night to eat the cheapest meal on the menu in my usual corner.

Then one night, the waitress who always refilled my coffee sat across from me after closing, eyes red, and told me her boyfriend had disappeared.
People were watching her, pressuring her to hand over a “ledger” she had never even seen.

I wanted no part of it.
I had left that kind of life behind a long time ago, and I had sworn never to use my hands for anyone again.

But the next day, she didn’t show up for work.
Her phone was dead. She was gone.

I went into their territory alone.
They thought they were dealing with nothing more than a nosy old man.
By the time I started moving, they realized they had picked the wrong target.

I am a tragic woman. For five years, my husband and I have hidden our marriage—no one knows we are husband and wife. He doesn't love me; I'm merely an outlet for his desires.

To him, I'm probably just a prostitute he doesn't have to pay.

My husband is deeply in love with another woman. He lavishes all his affection on her, while I, his lawful wife, am met with nothing but indifference and cruelty...

My life is a prison, holding me captive.

This ridiculous marriage was doomed from the start.

Today, I summoned the courage to shatter my chains:

'Let's divorce!'

"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.”
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For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught.
Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress.
The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents.
"Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced."
"Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."

I walked into the wrong hotel room...
To a naked man fresh out of the shower.
Now, I’m pregnant with his baby.

I should’ve left as soon as I saw him.
He was too beautiful to be real.
I got halfway to the door…
And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide.

“Who hurt you?” he said when he glimpsed the bruises. “Let me fix it.”
I should’ve said no.
But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe.
And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness…
Well, I won’t turn my nose up at that.

But nothing in this life comes without strings attached.
My angel gives me a night from heaven…

When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil.
And not just any devil.
This devil knows where I’m from.
Who I am.
What I’ve done.

And he’s determined to make me pay for all of it.

One mistake.

One night.

And she ended up in the bed of the most powerful and dangerous man she could never have.

When Hailey’s private photos were leaked in class, her perfect academic life collapsed overnight. Humiliated and betrayed, she seeks a moment of reckless escape only to wake up next to a man who makes sin look divine.

But when she walks into the disciplinary hearing the next day, she realizes that the stranger she spent the night with was Damien Alejandro, a ruthless mafia king and father of her enemy.

He should keep her at arm's length.

She should fear him.

Yet, he’s drawn to her innocence, the one thing he thought he had lost long ago.

In a world of secrets and loyalty, their forbidden connection becomes a dangerous obsession.

And when the truth comes out, loving him might not just ruin her reputation, it might cost her life.

Celeste Ashford believed she had left her former life behind, and Caspian Hayes, the man whose name used to send her heart racing until the day she found herself standing outside his door. However, as her family's house hovers on the brink of foreclosure, fate pulls him back into her life. Seizing the opportunity to right the past, Caspian makes her a disturbing offer: if she becomes his wife until he succeeds his father as head of the empire, he’ll save her house.

Years earlier, Celeste had disappeared from his life at his most vulnerable moment. Now, Caspian’s resentment is deep, but so is his desire. Bound by debt and obligation, they sail a treacherous sea of corporate demands, family meddling and smouldering emotions neither can ignore. When vengeance collides with yearning and secrets unspool in the unrelenting desert heat, they must each wrestle with what matters more: punishing the sins of the past or creating a love that might redefine their futures.

From growling beasts in the woods to possessive men in penthouses, from scandalous threesomes under silk sheets to Santa's very naughty lap...Crave is a shameless collection of erotic shorts where anything goes and no fantasy is too filthy.
Whether it's a witch getting wrecked by her summoned demon, a sweet librarian bent over by her best friend's dad, or two enemies going down instead of throwing punches...this book doesn't slow down for breath. Straight. Gay. Monsters. Mortals. Magic. Each story is short, dirty, and unapologetically hot.
You're not here for love. You're here to get off. So get in, stay wet, and Crave harder.
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I thought I knew Sunny Hayes.
The mysterious transfer student with ocean-blue eyes who saved me from my bullies. The hottest guy I'd ever met. The one who made my heart race with a single glance.
I was wrong.
On his nineteenth birthday, everything changed.
We were in my bedroom. Moonlight spilled across his bare chest as he hovered over me, eyes dark with hunger. When I whispered he could do whatever he wanted, desire crashed across his face like a wave. His kisses trailed down my neck. His hand slid under my bra, thumb brushing my nipple. Heat exploded through me. Then his mouth closed over my breast, hot and wet and—
Pain.
Sharp, sudden pain.
His grip had changed. I felt points—claws—digging into my skin. My eyes flew open.
Golden eyes stared back. Not ocean-blue. These glowed like an animal's in the dark.

Fangs pressed against his lower lip.
"Sunny?" I breathed, frozen.
He jerked away, staring at his own hands in horror. Actual claws where his fingernails should be. Claws that had left thin red scratches across my breast.
That's when I understood: my boyfriend—the boy I'd trusted with everything—wasn't human.
He was a werewolf.


WARNING: Mature Readers Only.

On our first anniversary, my billionaire husband threw me out like garbage. He called me a gold‑digger, accused me of trapping him, and made sure everyone in the city knew I was a liar.

Five years later, I’ve rebuilt myself into the most sought‑after wedding planner in the city. The past is buried along with the truth that I left carrying his twins. But when a powerful CEO demands a meeting to plan his high‑profile wedding, I walk into the boardroom and come face‑to‑face with the man who destroyed me. He doesn’t recognize me. And he has no idea the two adorable flower girls shadowing my every move are his hidden heirs.

He wants me to create his perfect fairy‑tale day. I’ll smile, pour his champagne, and wait. Because when the truth finally comes out, I won’t just ruin his wedding I’ll make him feel every ounce of the pain he gifted me. But the more time I spend with him, the more I see cracks in his cold façade. And when he discovers my secret, his regret might turn into something far more dangerous than revenge.

Will his hidden heirs be the key to her vengeance or the chains that bind them together forever?

When ordinary manager Veronica joins the legendary vampire rock band Beaten Hart, she thought she was stepping into a new career opportunity. Little did she know, she was about to be drawn into a world filled with blood and desire.
Within the band are the cold and mysterious lead singer Caspian, the wild and unruly frontman Rush, the passionate and straightforward drummer Zeke, and the gentle, caring bassist Slate.
When Veronica discovers that she possesses a strange power—one that can awaken changes within a vampire’s blood—she realizes that this is not just a job, but a fateful deal that could alter her destiny…


"Do you want to fuck me?" I whister into his ear. I have not idea why I asked, I can tell he does, but I need to hear the words.
"Yes, I want to eat your pussy," he says breathily.
He presses the tip of his cock against my pussy, and slowly slide it down, inside my juicy pussy, letting him fill me up. My hands on his shoulders, he went deep down until his cock is fully inside me. He bend towards me, lowering his head to my chest.

Cynthia thought that her life would be spent in the shadow of her mother's death. As a princess rejected by the court, she always had to face malice from all sides. But everything changed in that accident. She was pushed off the castle, only to find that she was not dead, but was reborn. She had a second chance. Following the prophecy, the person in her fate is also waiting for her in the castle,
“Caught you, my mate."
Ulysses Alexanders is a cold alpha and a king of the Northwest kingdom. Due to the prophecy he went to the Dawn kingdom. There he meet a weakling human turn witch. Will he fell in love to that kind of girl? What kind of troubles will they face together as his mate pave her way to REVENGE.

Alina Winters had it all—luxury, fame, and Kieran Blackthrone, her foster brother who loved her far too deeply.
But when he vanished after a fight with his father, her world shattered.
Five years later, he’s back—famous, cold, and still completely hers.But now he has deadly secrets about her biological family,and he is tied to them in a way he cannot escape.
Alina is changed too—scarred, guarded, and engaged to another man.
When Kieran saves her at a skating event, old feelings ignite, and buried secrets resurface.
Because behind the fame and headlines, someone is hunting her.
And Kieran would cross every line to protect her.
Love was never safe for them. Obsession was where it began.

“If the butler stares at you too long, I’ll pluck his eyes out.”
“If the chauffeur smiles at you sweetly, he’ll soon have no face.”
“If any man lays a hand on you, I swear, I’ll cut them into tiny pieces.”

Caligo has made these threats more times than I can count—threats I always brushed off as dramatic and a little unhinged.
Until the day a designer complimented my post-partum body while measuring me…
And Caligo knocked out every single one of his teeth.

That was the day I stopped pretending. Caligo wasn’t just crazy, he was fucking deadly and I was his broken little weapon.


Rosemary Mercer found herself in a trafficking organization, disguised as a convent after a misfortunate incident. She has since then learned to accept her fate until he came without permission…

Caligo Knox Sterling, bastard-born son of a powerful werewolf dynasty who clawed his way to the top to become Alpha despite the jeers, the cruelty, and all the shame.
He was never enough for his pack. Never good enough next to his perfect little half-brother.

So when Caligo discovered the whereabouts of his brother’s fated mate, he did the unthinkable:
He bought her and declared her his; a breeder, a weapon… his payback.

Now, stuck between two dangerous brothers:
One who neglected her.
One who owns her.

Rose must survive a house full of terrible secrets, a family twisted by power, and a love triangle that was never meant to exist.

But when her heart begins to betray her, when the mate bond starts to get to her, Rose has to ask herself:

Is she falling for the wrong brother… or the worst one?

"Look at me, feel me. It's me inside your pussy." Alexander lifted my hips, adjusting for a deeper position. "You're so goddamn wet."

I felt the powerful, rhythmic thrusts of his cock, forcing me to cry out Alexander's name.

"Fuck, it's me. The me who should have claimed you ten years ago."

—

Her daughter was dead, yet Eleanor's husband, who had been unreachable all day, was in the living room playing with their son and her stepsister, Claudia. The moment the hospital pronounced her daughter dead, Claudia posted a photo on Facebook—the three of them watching a meteor shower together.

Eleanor chose divorce and decided to restart her career. Just when she thought she would be alone forever, Alexander stormed into her world. He saved her from disaster and slowly seduced her into falling in love. But she gradually realized that perhaps he knew her much earlier than she thought—and that everything was premeditated...

"I, Charlotte Jane Attwood of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Knox and Kane Maddox, as my mates and sever my bond to you both and your pack!" I recited, my eyes dancing with my unspoken pain seeing my mates entwined together with a female! A female who was not me! Shaking my head of the tears I felt threatening to fall from my icy hues. I straightened and waited for them to accept my rejection! But the words that left their lips left me stunned. "I, Knox Maddox and Alpha to the Crimson moon pack refuse to accept your rejection!" He snarled, slipping from the bed, naked and unashamed to step into me, the female sprawled out on the bed forgotten. Kane was quick on his heels, the pair caging me in a wall of muscle and testosterone. "You belong to us, Lottie! I, Kane Maddox, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack, refuse to accept your rejection." "Ours!" Knox repeated anger swimming in his baby blues. *** Follow the story of Charlotte, Knox and Kane as they try to find their footing in a cruel world filled with betrayal, heartbreak and secret obsessions that threaten to destroy the bonds of brotherhood and love!

"I didn't marry him for love. I married him to survive."
Amara Kline, a woman defined by her lifelong habit of seeking safety through silence. To rescue her family's failing logistics business, she enters a three year contract marriage with Gideon Moore, a billionaire who views the union as a purely clinical transaction.
While Amara endures systemic mockery from Gideon's status obsessed family and dismissive staff, Gideon maintains a stance of emotional negligence, believing her capable of handling the abuse alone. The story follows Amara's internal struggle with low self-worth as she transitions from a passive victim into a woman who reclaims her voice.
After discovering her marriage was orchestrated through fraudulent debts, she legally maneuvers to seize her family's assets and leaves Gideon to face the consequences of his passivity. Ultimately, the sources track a journey of self-actualization, where Amara's eventual success forces an unraveling Gideon to realize that forgiveness must be earned through genuine change rather than wealth.
Gideon broke her heart. Now, she's going to break his bank.

"Where do you think you're going, huh? You're mine now, little mouse. Get back in the house."
Vincenzo's voice thundered through the cold night, sending a shiver down Victoria's spine as everything she knew collapsed beneath her feet.
On the night of her twenty-first birthday, Victoria Washington's life was destroyed—her long-term boyfriend slept with her sister, then dumped her on the eve of their wedding. Betrayed, humiliated, and stripped of her dignity, she was forced into a marriage with Vincenzo Dante Volkov, heir to Russia's most feared mafia family.
She's broken. He's a monster forged by shadows.
She trembles in fear. He claims her as if she were his salvation.
But what Victoria doesn't know is that Vincenzo has seen her before—loved her before.
Two years ago, on a lonely Californian beach, he fell for a girl with quiet eyes and a wounded soul. He never learned her name before he was dragged back to Russia.
And the day after their wedding, he realizes the truth,she is the woman who has haunted his dreams ever since.
Now, Vincenzo Dante Volkov will burn down his legacy before letting her go.
She may think this marriage lasts only a year,
but he knows one thing with terrifying certainty:
She's mine… and I'll raze the world before I lose her again.

The discovery of her mate's infidelity and betrayal left Allissa reeling. But when he is accused of a serious crime and leaves her to take the fall, she must face the wrath of the merciless Lycan King. Desperate to protect her pack, Allissa takes the blame and turns herself over to face judgment by the man who rules with an iron fist and show no mercy. But when he arrives, she is drawn to him and is shocked to find out the king is her mate. Will she find mercy or face a cruel fate at the hands of the king?

An epic gothic vampire romance set at an ancient academy, where a dean comes face to face with the woman he loved two centuries ago after she's been reborn with no memory of him.


Some love stories are destined to span lifetimes. Some legends refuse to be forgotten. And some secrets have been waiting centuries to awaken.

Welcome to Laraque Academy, where ancient magic walks beside modern life, immortal legends teach the next generation, and one young witch is about to discover that her past is far more powerful than she ever imagined.

Step through the gates. Meet the Laraque brothers. And prepare to uncover a world where every legend begins with a secret.

Raella is a struggling waitress hiding from her past; Vincenzo is the ruthless heir to a mafia empire. When Raella crashes his party and accidentally flashes him, she thinks it’s the worst night of her life. She’s wrong. The next day, a sniper shoots up her diner, and Vincenzo is the only one who can save her. His price? A fake marriage. She becomes his wife, his bait, and his obsession. But as the lines between "fake" and "real" blur, Raella realizes the safest place might be in the arms of the monster.

My name is Isabella, and I’ve always lived in my sister Savannah’s shadow. They blamed me for our mother’s death, my father hates me, and my own pack doesn’t even know I exist. Then an accident put Savannah in a coma and, surprise, I got shoved into her life all over again.
Now I’m stuck at HighMoon Academy, where they train the elite, “serving” Lycan prince Aurelius, that arrogant, rude, feral wolf. Savannah’s dream has always been the throne. Mine’s a lot simpler: get out from under my father’s thumb and finally be free. So whenever there’s an order that has anything to do with the prince, my answer is always the same:
“Prince wants me for a private meeting? Hard pass.”
“He’s picking a date for the Christmas ball? I’m out.”
“He needs someone to warm his bed tonight? Yeah, that’s a hell no.”
I just didn’t count on ending up pinned to the academy’s cold wall, those wolf eyes scorching me, one of his hands on my chin and the other locked around my waist.
“You really think acting like you don’t care is going to save you?” he growls against my lips, making my whole body shake.
I’m not planning to bow to him. We both have dark secrets, and we’re stuck in a game that could ruin us... or bind us together for good.
“Because I’m not who you think I am, Lycan prince... and one day the real Savannah is coming back.”

She rejected her fated mate to protect her pack. He vowed to claim her, no matter the cost.

For seven years, Princess Elsher has worn a mask, ruling the strongest Starry Pack as her deceased father to shield it from vampire wars and rival packs. The last thing she needs is a mate, especially not Verlice Mintz, the formidable Alpha King known for his ruthlessness and relentless ambition.

Terrified that his proximity and scrutiny will expose her secrets and destroy her pack, Elsher rejects their bond. But Verlice isn't a man who accepts rejection. He believes in conquest, and he's determined to uncover the truth and claim what is his.

As lies unravel and enemies close in, can Elsher protect her pack and her heart? Or will the very mate she cast aside become her greatest salvation or her ultimate ruin?

He was the world's most feared assassin, a ghost known only as "The Reaper." For five years, Victor vanished, leaving behind a wife and a newborn daughter he was forced to abandon to protect them. Now, a desperate plea for help pulls him back to London, only to find his family shattered. His wife, Elena, has been cast out by her powerful family and left for dead, and his young daughter, Lily, possesses a rare genetic anomaly that has made her the most hunted child in the underworld.
Shedding his disguise, Victor unleashes the full, terrifying might of the Shadow Sanctuary, the global empire he built from the ashes of his old life. From the fortified walls of aristocratic estates to the blood-soaked corridors of secret labs, he wages a one-man war against the elite cabal that dared to touch his family. They thought he was just a helpless husband. They are about to learn that angering a father with nothing left to lose is the last mistake they will ever make.

Michael Vitale had just been discharged from the military when a woman offered him a million dollars to keep him.

All because, after their one-night stand, Lucia Bianchi thought Michael's performance wasn't half bad?

The handsome Michael immediately turned around and transferred one billion dollars to Lucia!

There was no way he would ever be a kept man. If he hadn't noticed it was her first time last night, he would have skipped town already!

The next day, dressed in clothes worth just a few hundred bucks, Michael went to the Bianchi Tower for an interview. To his absolute shock, the female boss he was supposed to protect turned out to be...