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Instalove alters the plan when an Army Ranger makes a calculated deal to wed a female rancher in a modern day marriage of convenience.    Army Ranger Tony Keaton is under a tight deadline. He’s got just 90 days to break ground, construct, and open the elite forces training camp he and his men have been planning since they left the military. The problem is his camp, which is on the grounds of the Purple Heart Ranch, needs access to the adjoining creek for their training exercises. Luckily, the stunning female rancher who owns that piece of land is willing to make a deal. Cattle rancher Brenda Vance is shedding ranch hands who can’t stand working for a woman. But she’s also bleeding money as she modernizes her property. To cover the debt of the technological advances, she agrees to sell the creek to Keaton. But the only way to cut through the red tape and transfer the land quickly enough to meet his 90 day deadline is to get married. Their iron-clad prenup protects her assets, but what will protect her heart? As Keaton and his unit of Army Rangers work the land with no problem taking orders from a woman, Brenda has dangerous dreams of this marriage lasting longer than the red tape requires. Dating isn’t on Keaton’s to do list, but a woman like Brenda makes him want to move love to the top of his priorities. Will these two stick to the deal and go their separate ways once the camp is up and running? Or will they change their plans and make this marriage of convenience last?

Chasing his runaway bride to the altar is all this Army Ranger cares about in this modern day marriage of convenience. After years of fact-checking and fetching coffee, reporter Lana Hunt has finally been given a chance to shine. Her exposé on the Montana ranch where soldiers are finding a gold rush of convenient brides could lead to the job of her dreams. Putting her investigative skills to the test to discover if the ranch is a cult or the stuff of fairy tales, Lana goes undercover inside a bridal boutique only to come face to face with the man she left at the altar a year ago. Even though he was jilted by the love of his life, Mac Kenzie still loves weddings and is happy to help his friends plan theirs. But when he goes to assist the bride to be, he’s stunned to find his own runaway fiancée dressed in a wedding gown. Even more shocking, Lana is still wearing Mac’s engagement ring. Certain she still has feelings for him, he proposes a deal. He’ll help her get the scoop on the Purple Heart Ranch if she’ll help him plan his friends’ wedding. To get the story and the promotion, Lana agrees to Mac’s conditions. But as the two of them plan a future for the bride and groom, Lana wonders if there’s a chance to revise the ending of their own story? And after years of coming in second to her career, Mac knows this is his last shot to make Lana his. But as her deadline draws closer, he can’t help but wonder if the girl who’s held his heart since he was six will choose her byline over taking his last name?

"It's not compensating. It's lagging," I said, my grease-stained hands resting on my hips as I corrected the most arrogant, untouchable F1 racer on my very first day.
Silence fell over the elite mechanical training facility. Every perfectly polished student turned to stare at me—the charity case from the slums. But Carlos Santiago didn't just stare. His sharp, assessing gaze landed on me like a physical weight. "And who are you to correct me?" he demanded, stepping closer until the scent of expensive cologne and burning rubber surrounded me.

I didn't back down. I knew engines better than I knew people. "I wasn't correcting you. I was fixing the problem," I shot back. He was perfect—ash brown hair, thick lashes, and a jawline that belonged on a billboard. But he was also completely wrong about the calibration. I reached past him, my knuckles brushing his pristine racing suit, and adjusted the valve. The engine instantly purred to life. Flawless.

His eyes darkened. He hated losing control. He stepped into my space, trapping me against the workstation. "You've got good instincts," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But instincts don't win races." Before I could push him away, someone bumped into him from behind. He stumbled forward, and suddenly, his lips crashed hard against mine. My mind went completely blank. It was an accident. It had to be. But when he pulled back, his eyes weren't steady, and his breathing was ragged. "Stay out of my way," he warned.

But the way he looked at my lips? It didn't feel like a warning at all. It felt like a promise.

I fought for the Vampire Empress, Serena, for a decade, shedding my blood and extracting my own bones to sustain her throne.

Yet, she deemed me lowly, having me dismembered and drained of blood just to please her new favorite. She even trampled my battle flag in public with her high heels, sneering: "A mere dog thinks he can fake his death to vie for my affection?"

Little did she know, the very moment I died for her, the blood covenant chains binding me shattered entirely.

The ancient power of the Silver Wolf King awakened within my broken remains, and the Lycan Empress led an army of ten thousand, falling to their knees to welcome me!

When the unprotected Serena was torn apart and had her heart devoured by the four rogue dukes before the entire court, she wept and begged me to save her.

I merely looked down with cold indifference: "The shield is gone. It's your turn to be the sacrifice."

The Wizards of Hoods was a schools for talented beings, even humans attended. But soon the humans saw magic as a old stuffs, they found a new God just like the Wizards would say,technology. The humans believed so much in their technology that they killed witches and any one with special powers.
They believed ones you special you become a treat to the society. But if you can find your way to the school you get trained on how to use your power.
Soon the shadow’s returned with a partner, the worst enemy of the Wizards of Hoods. The attack started from the Home of the Hoods, Rivers. The shadows preyed on their people while the Wizards were busy with their nightmare, the Lord of Darkness.
Hood Kripson a young trainee in the school, saw it like an action film in real life, the punches flying and body flying all over. But neither did he know that the faith of the people would soon be on him and his friends.
When the Wizards saw their was no way to win the war, they decided to lock their self in with the demons while their people ran to the human world that does not accept being with powers. But they were ambushed at night and only few made it to the human world with the help of Hood Kripson.
Hood Kripson made it to the human world in half, he was damaged and dying, he could survived but he thought he would just lead the shadows to the peaceful world. But in less than few seconds, he felt a power surge hit him, and then he knew it happened, the Wizards of Hoods were down and now it was left to him so he did the same.

Alexandria has spent her entire life preparing for a race she was never meant to run. Hidden far from the hierarchy that would kill her if they knew who she was, she was raised with one truth: if you ever enter the Blood Race, you must win it.
Because losing isn’t just death.
It’s enslavement.
It’s having her power tethered, her identity exposed, and her son executed for the crime of being born.
Alex is forced into the 100th Blood Race, a brutal gauntlet where thousands enter and only ten survive. The trials are designed to break bodies and minds: enchanted forests that hunt you, predators disguised as competitors, and elimination rounds where mercy is a liability.
Alex expects danger.
She doesn’t expect him.
Gavin, a knight of the Queen’s Guard, is the one person she never thought she’d see again—the stranger from a single night years ago, the father of her son, the man whose presence still pulls at her like a live wire under her skin. Their connection is impossible to ignore: a hum that grows into shared emotion, shared instinct, and eventually shared thought. But Gavin is sworn to the hierarchy she’s hiding from, and Alex knows trusting him could cost her everything.
Yet every time she tries to keep her distance, fate forces them together—through battles, near‑deaths, and the quiet moments between trials when the world feels briefly safe. Gavin becomes the one person who sees her strength, her fear, and the fire she’s trying to keep contained.
But Alex cannot afford distractions.
Not when predators like Sebastian mark her as prey.
Not when every trial pushes her closer to exposure.
Winning the Blood Race is her only chance at freedom.
Losing means chains, death, or worse—her son in the hands of the hierarchy.

For six years, my mother Isolde believed I had committed an unforgivable sin. Under the guise of "reforming my character," she continuously injected me with neurotoxic antibiotics, confining me to a wheelchair to act as a crippled companion to my sister, Alondra.
My entire family silently condoned this punishment, favoring my sister who was merely faking her paralysis. I had long since surrendered all my dignity, numbly enduring every injustice.
On my nineteenth birthday, I humbly begged her to stop the injections for just one day. I didn't want to look pathetic in front of my childhood sweetheart, Joren.
Moments later, I uncovered the cruel truth on the balcony: my sister’s legs had healed long ago. Six years of agony had been nothing but a staged performance.
The long-accumulated drug toxicity suddenly erupted inside my body. I tumbled to the floor together with my wheelchair. Summoning the last ounce of my strength, I managed to reach a bottle of pills meant to alleviate the toxicity.
As my consciousness faded, a faint, hopeless wish lingered in my heart: I thought that if I just fell asleep, I might regain feeling in my legs when I woke up.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized with horror—I was already dead.

My adopted sister, Cordelia, conspired with her biological mother to harvest my organs alive, yet she had the audacity to claim I paid thugs to rape her.
My biological parents didn't bother to ask for the truth. They cursed me, calling me a vicious bastard, and threatened to break my legs.
My fiancé, Caspian, coldly announced the cancellation of our engagement, declaring he would marry the very murderer who killed me.
I had been dead for exactly three days. No one cared. My body was rotting back in a moldy storage room.
Through it all, my soul was trapped in the manor, forced to witness this absurd farce.
But what they didn't expect was that when they finally learned of my death—
Everyone went completely insane.

“Bro, it’s not a big deal. I’m just fucking her.”

My heart stopped.

Kendall’s voice replied, “But man, what would people think if you made her your girl? That’d be crazy work.”

“I’m not stupid,” Jalen said flatly. “I’d never make her mine. It’s only sex, nothing more. And honestly? It’s not that good anymore. I was gonna let her down easy before break.”
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Aria, a plus-size beauty, thought her scholarship and condo arrangements were a dream until she met her roommate, Talia. Rich, spoiled, and instantly cruel, Talia made Aria's life miserable.

Talia’s new boyfriend, Jalen, was the campus golden boy. When Aria and Jalen were paired for a project, they clicked in ways neither expected from late night talks to shared secrets and undeniable sexual chemistry.

On Halloween night, during an all campus party, Aria sees Talia cheating on Jalen. One emotional night led to an affair that changed everything… until Jalen says some really damaging words to his roommate that were unforgivable and also heard by a once happy but now upset Aria. Disappointed, fed up, and heartbroken, Aria leaves campus and never looks back.

TEN YEARS LATER
Aria returns for the ten year reunion, confident, stunning, and a self-made CEO. Jalen is still gorgeous… but stuck in a miserable marriage with Talia.

She ignores him. Talia tries to humiliate her. Aria wins the room.

As she leaves, Jalen kisses her. She lets herself feel it, then slaps him and walks away.

THE BUSINESS MERGER

Jalen’s cruise line needs Aria’s brand to revamp their image. She agrees, reluctantly.

Now they’re forced to work side by side, trapped between old wounds and new sparks.

Some love stories never die. But some can burn you twice.

Ebony Winters is out of place and time when she ends up finding herself naked in the arms of her mysterious and powerful rescuer, the ruthless Lycan King.
She feels as if she goes from one hell to another when a woman, who considers herself to be the chosen mate of the Lycan King, tries to have her killed after she takes her place by his side. She has been considered nothing other than a weak human by all who meet her.
That is, until she finally discovers that she possesses a unique set of special powers that have remained hidden until the awakening of her rare red wolf. She will utilize them, embarking on a trip of self-discovery and discovering that she is the only one who can bring balance to her new life.
With the Lycan King at her side, she will stop at nothing to prevent those who wish to do her harm, as she falls for her rescuer, the Lycan King.

In my previous life, I understood my beloved dog's feelings and foresaw the impending apocalypse due to high temperatures. I stocked up on supplies and kindly took in my aunt's family.
But after the order completely collapsed, in order to seize my house and inheritance for themselves, they even threw my dog into the scorching sun at sixty degrees Celsius.
I rushed out to save it, but they took the opportunity to lock the door from the inside and coldly watched as my dog and I died in the heat.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of the apocalypse.
When my vampire relatives came to my door again to escape the summer heat, I didn't stop them. Instead, I generously gave them my old villa, which was about to be cut off from water and electricity, and moved into my underground temperature-controlled fortress with my dog.
Enjoy the last bit of air conditioning. This time, let's let you bite each other under the scorching sun over a piece of moldy dog food.

A collection of passionate and provocative short stories where desire, temptation, and attraction collide.
Wet Hot Desire brings together intense encounters filled with chemistry, emotional tension, and unforgettable moments. From unexpected connections between strangers to rekindled sparks between former lovers, each story explores the powerful pull between people who struggle to resist what they truly want.
With captivating characters, irresistible attraction, and passionate encounters, this collection delivers steamy romances where every choice has consequences and every desire reveals something deeper.

Five mates rejected Seraphina Vale for being wolfless, plus-sized, and “defective.”

Then the dying Lycan King offered her a one-year contract marriage.

He needs her to survive.

She needs his power to reclaim the life everyone stole from her.

But when ancient secrets awaken, Seraphina discovers she isn't wolfless at all.

She's something the supernatural world thought had gone extinct.

And the woman everyone rejected may be the only one capable of saving their king.

The night I asked for a divorce, my husband, who claimed to love someone else, lost control.

His slender fingers gripped my slender waist, his breath hot and ragged as he buried his face in my neck and murmured, "Can we not divorce? Who is that man in the painting?"

I tried to push him away, but his fingers slipped into my underwear, teasing me.

"Can he make you feel this good?"

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Sloane once believed that three years together could warm Jared's cold heart.

But when his ex-girlfriend returned, she, the "legal wife," instantly became an eyesore in the way.

He thought her vicious and forced her to apologize to her scheming ex, never knowing she carried his child.

"After I sign the divorce papers, I'll disappear completely." She turned and left without looking back.

After the divorce, Jared looked at his successful and beautiful ex wife and was filled with regret.

"Let's remarry." He knelt before Sloane with a diamond ring.

But Sloane turned and embraced her childhood savior instead.

This time, can Jared win back Sloane's heart?

In the sixth year of my life as a Scale-Stripper, I finally gathered the hundredth vial of Dragon Breath Essence.

I knelt before the altar, cradling the crystal bottle in both hands. The golden light swirling within it cast a warm glow across my scarred knuckles. Six years — six years of wandering the most dangerous battlefields of the Five Clans and the plague-ridden wastelands, using dragon breath to heal the wounded. For every person I saved, I had peeled away a living scale from my own flesh, baring the raw, bleeding meat beneath.

Seven scales left on my back.

Only seven.

But as long as it saved my brother Lucien, it was worth it.

Six years ago, during the Dragon Slaughter War, our parents had been assassinated by humans. An ancient curse had struck Lucien; his scales were crumbling away, day by day. He told me that only a hundred vials of Dragon Breath Essence could break the curse.

I held the crystal bottle out to him, my voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "Lucien, a hundred vials. We finally have enough."

Lucien took the bottle and glanced at it.

Then he tossed it off the altar without a second thought.

I went rigid.

Lucien stood at the top of the altar.

"I was never cursed," he said.

My hands were still cupped in the shape of holding the bottle, all ten fingers suspended in midair.

"Our parents never died, either."

"The Dragon Slaughter War six years ago, I planned it. The only one left crippled, with broken wings, was you."

"She endured hardships with you back then just for your current net worth of a billion dollars. You must use the absolute 50/50 treatment to cure the 'poverty disease' in her bones."

After my husband's childhood friend Chloe returned from abroad, she brainwashed my husband, Ethan.

From then on, he demanded we split everything 50/50. Whether it was eating, sleeping, or doing household chores, even though I was pregnant, I had to pay half the cost.

Until one day I was hit by a car. Blood from a threatened miscarriage dripped all over the emergency room. The nurse held the bill, urging urgently: "Twenty thousand deposit to save the baby! Any slower and you'll miscarry!"

Ethan took out a black card, his voice ice-cold: "According to our 50/50 rule, I'm only paying my ten thousand."

I didn't cry or make a fuss. I simply took the ten thousand he gave me and got an abortion.

In order to prolong the life of my supposedly sick "white moonlight" (my love interest), my wife forced me onto the operating table and removed my kidney while I was still alive.

To force me to leave with nothing, she even cut off my mother's medication, coldly declaring, "Your mother is just a liability that deserves to be optimized."

She thought I would wag my tail and beg for mercy like a stray dog.

Little did she know, suffering from single kidney failure, I transformed myself into the deadliest viral code before my death, dragging her business empire and that male mistress into an inescapable hell.

On the day the truth came to light, the once-powerful tech queen went completely mad. She squandered her fortune, kneeling in the frost of the morgue, kowtowing and weeping blood, begging me to look at her one last time. But she couldn't find a single hair of mine.

Because I had already made a will, ordering my remains to be cremated as high-risk medical waste.

She treated me like dirt when she was alive, and after she died, I found her disgusting and didn't even bother to leave her a handful of ashes.

My wife had an affair.
Not only that, she casually indulged her lover over the phone, allowing him to crush the bones of my right hand, known as the "Hand of God," right in front of our six-year-old child, with a stomp of his shoe. I could never hold a tool again.
Natalie thought I was just a poor, pathetic loser earning a dead-end salary, so she brazenly let her gigolo trample all over me.
But what she had no idea of was that her proud identity as a transnational female CEO was merely a toy casually tossed to her by the top old-money family I belong to in New York.
When dozens of bulletproof armored vehicles smashed through the gates and my father, the patriarch, descended like the god of death, her arrogant self finally crumbled like a stray dog.
She screamed and jumped into the icy, bone-chilling lake to retrieve the diamond ring I had discarded, wailing and begging to chop off her own hand to compensate me.
But I just held the stunning British Duchess in my arms, watching coldly as she fell into an abyss of eternal damnation.
This love, tainted with shit, whoever wants it can have it!

During a police operation to pursue a serial killer, my father-in-law was taken hostage by the criminals while protecting me, and was dragged behind a vehicle for several kilometers.
I urgently called my husband for help: “Cedric, Dad has been taken hostage by the criminals. Send more people right away!”
My husband was the police department’s top marksman—only his sharpshooting skills could target the enemy and save his father!
But to my surprise, my husband just sneered, “Dahlia, I’ve only been out with Nalisa for an hour. To win my attention, you’ll make up any lie, won’t you?”
Hearing the call end, I was frozen in shock.
Then, I received a message from Nalisa with 99 bed photos of her and my husband.
“Cedric says, if your dad dies, so be it. He has no time for you now—he’d rather die in my arms.”
Anger and sorrow enveloped me. Watching my husband’s father crushed to death by the vehicle, I finally understood:
He must have thought it was my father who was taken hostage.

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower—pushing every button she could—until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness.
Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced."
Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!
Alexander was certain he’d never regret his decision.
That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we’ll take down anyone who dares mess with you!"
Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let’s get back together."

Olivia had lived in pain for most of her life. Because of her unusually large body, people spat at her wherever she went, tripped her in front of hallway lockers, humiliated her openly.
The only light in her life was the man she had secretly loved.
He was the golden boy of campus, never short of girls to dance with. They had a one-night stand—but later, at a fraternity gathering, he mocked her, laughing about how she smelled disgusting.
The past has a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.
Olivia Evans thought she had left her painful past behind. Once known as Emma Cooper, the fat girl constantly humiliated by her classmates, she buried those memories along with her old identity. Changing her name and transforming her life, Olivia became someone far from the girl who once carried qthe weight of ridicule. But when she walks into a clinic with her daughter and comes face-to-face with Noah Ezekiel Morgan, the man who once shattered her heart, everything she tried to forget comes rushing back.
Now, with her daughter’s life hanging in the balance and a high school reunion she never planned to attend, Olivia is forced to confront the man who hurt her deeply. Will she keep her true identity a secret, or will the emotions she’s kept buried for so long rise to the surface?
The weight of the past may be harder to carry than she ever imagined.

The heiress of the wealthiest family was dead. Her death was caused by a plane crash planned her adopted sister. At a young age of 17, she had mastered so many skills while conquering the world. A top professor in world-class healthcare, she topped the world hacker list, joined a mercenary group ten years ago and became the world's top assassin with more hidden talents she used with hidden identities.
After her death, she's reborn into another body known as a worthless piece of trash, an ugly fat kleptomaniac filled with scars and acne and a foolish prankster.
She was scorned by her parents and often schemed against by her twin sister. The people in the society often curse and avoid her like the plague.
Until unexpectedly her beauty suddenly came back in thousand fold and then they started to realise otherwise.
Her top agenda is to reclaim her identity back and take back her position that her scheming adopted sister stole from her at all cost!

Hypothetically speaking, can an Army Ranger war games strategist and an environmental scientist bent on saving the planet fall in love at first sight? Romey Capulano knows that marrying Jordan Spinelli is the most logical, expedient, and practical way to save the farm commune she’s lived on her whole life. But when the pragmatic-minded, hydroponic gardener says I do, she’s surprised to find her heart speeding up when he makes his vows, her hands tingling when he slides the diamond on her finger, and her breath quickening as he leans in for the kiss. Succumbing to the notion of love was not a part of her plan, and she’s sure it will ruin the platonic relationship that she and the genius Army Ranger have planned out for themselves. Jordan Spinelli is certain he’s coming down with something the day of his arranged marriage to Romey. Why else would his blood run hot, his palms sweat, and his heart keep skipping beats? Better he catch an illness than feelings for the level-headed soil scientist. Because falling in love was not a part of their carefully constructed, peer-researched marital agreement. As the two try to navigate a loveless marriage, unknown forces keep pushing them into each other's arms. Divine acts keep pushing their lips within kissing range. Unspoken desires keep causing their hearts to face the inexplicable truth; the unquantifiable math that all adds up to the obvious. But will Jordan and Romey be able to admit to themselves, and each other, that their platonic vows are a shame because they just might have fallen in love at first sight?

The elite circles all whisper that David Ashcroft is the ideal fiancé—cold, untouchable, repulsed by even a woman's fingertips.

Yet when my most intimate photos, leaked by his own hands, flood the internet, I'm left curled on the bathroom floor retching in agony—while my so-called "gynophobic" fiancé toasts with his white moonlight, Celia Davis, at their private club.

My phone lights up with his icy message: ["Remember—never dare to touch me again."]

Then Celia's text stabs through: ["Thanks for the 'portfolio,' dear fiancée. My boyfriend's skills are far more impressive than you imagined~"]

The attached screenshot freezes my blood—David's chat logs, where my photos are auctioned with the caption: ["Just a plaything. Highest bidder wins."]

So this is the truth behind his "disgust for women"—a carefully crafted mask for this long-planned humiliation.

The dealership called to inform me that my Rolls-Royce Starlight Headliner had been replaced with a pink one and was ready for pickup.
I was bewildered. I hadn't driven that car in ages—why would anyone change the headliner without my knowledge?
I confronted my husband, who managed our garage, demanding an explanation.
"Honey, maybe they got their wires crossed. I'll swing by the dealership later and sort it out."
I wasn't about to waste my breath. Instead, I called my friend directly—she happened to own the dealership.
"William's having an affair. I'm going to catch him red-handed."

Over the weekend, Alpha Kennard—my husband—and I were invited to attend a charity auction.
During the bidding, my husband's Beta, Joanna Morton, and I both set our sights on the same ruby necklace.
I was prepared to compete fairly, Until Alpha Kennard made the ceremonial bid for her.
"Queenie, you're nothing more than a dog I keep at home. What right do you have to compete with me?"
Just as everyone else withdrew from the bidding, I snapped my fingers at the auctioneer.
"Whatever Alpha Kennard offers—I'll outbid him by… one dollar."

To save my cousin from a car accident, my mother, a medical luminary, used me as a "human guinea pig" for twelve years.
When I was twelve, she made me inject myself with three injections of unproven new drugs every week;
when I was fourteen, she directly shoved toxic compounds into my mouth.
When my organs were irreversibly failing and I was vomiting blood in the ICU, she coldly tossed me a payment order:
"Stop pretending to be dead. Immediately kowtow and apologize to your brother, or no hospital will admit you."
As she wished, I was forced to leave the hospital and died at her glamorous new drug launch.
Later, that high-and-mighty mother, obsessed with fame and fortune, knelt for an entire night in a snow-covered fir forest, holding my crudely made urn.
Sadly, I will never forgive her.

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."

My wife is upstairs with another man—her first love.
But I don't want to fight about it.
I'm not staying here because of her.
Her father once saved my father's life. I'm here to repay that debt.
So they pushed even further.
She wants me to give way to her first love.
Give up my seat at dinner, my trust fund eligibility, my position as family consigliere, even our couple's travel tickets.
Fine. Have it your way.
I'm leaving to go back to being the Don I was meant to be.
Hope your family can survive the mafia wars without me.

At the Jones family’s political marriage gala, the New York mafia’s most public “celebration”, I, Isabella Rossi, who was a bargaining chip, had been Donovan Jones’s wife for five years.
He was the world’s top perfumer, the kind of man who could coax a scent from his fingertips that made people go mad-and yet, to him, I was a flower with no fragrance at all.
Five years of this marriage, and he had never touched me. The villa’s master bedroom was always his alone, while I was nothing but the “Mrs. Jones” in name-a decorative prop trapped in a luxury cage, so insignificant that even the servants dared to look down on me in secret.
When both sets of parents pressured us for a baby, he wrapped an arm around a famous model and sneered,
“A woman raised off a template like you is only good for taking care of a kid, not for sleeping with.”
He left me behind in the bridal suite-with his younger brother.
Then he took his new fling out street-racing.
That same night, a video of him and the model hooking up in a car shot straight to the top of the entertainment headlines.
And I became New York media’s favorite punchline: the “DISCARDED TROPHY WIFE.”
Just when everyone thought I’d spend the night alone, guarding an empty bed,
I crooked a finger at that eight-pack, absurdly good-looking brother-in-law of mine.
Donovan, you’re right-I am pretty suited to “taking care of a kid.”
Just not a baby. A 6'2", baby-faced college boy.

I am originally of royal vampire bloodline.
But because of one sentence from my adoptive father, I hid in the human world for decades.
The Church called me a "filthy heretic" because vampire blood flowed in my veins.
Yet they burned a blind girl to death, her crime being that she "couldn't see."
They burned an old blacksmith to death, his crime being that he wanted to learn medicine.
They burned a young mother to death, her crime being that she refused to be violated by the captain of the holy knights.
Bathed in holy light, I realized for the first time—
The demons... are in the light.

I straighten up after three back-to-back all-nighters, my stomach aching so badly I can barely stand up straight. At one in the morning, I head to the twenty-four-hour diner below my studio for a bowl of soup, just to keep myself going.

Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.

Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.

He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.

"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."

The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.

"Hold on, almost done."

Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.

I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.

Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.

"I swore I'd never fall for the man my parents chose for me.
But one night, one kiss, and I gave in to Damian Richardson—the CEO who once said I wasn't his type."
Valerie Smith never wanted a marriage of convenience, especially not with a man as cold and arrogant as Damian. Forced into a contract to protect their families' business empires, she braces herself for four miserable weeks until the wedding.
But things change the night she lets her guard down—and lets Damian in.
Just as they begin to warm up to each other, Damian's glamorous ex reappears with a shocking claim, and Valerie is blindsided by betrayal from someone she trusts most. With the marriage called off and her heart in pieces, Valerie walks away.
Now, Damian must fight not just for the merger—but for the woman he never meant to fall for.

My boyfriend pulled off a drone-sky proposal that lit up the entire city.
Crowds cheered, “Congratulations to Mr. Gunson and Mrs. Gunson—at last, true lovers become family.”
But the woman curled in his arms was his secretary.
The “me” in their mouths had long since turned to white bones beneath a mound of earth.

Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted.
Or so she thought.
Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account?
Now worth one hundred billion.
With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest.
Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware:
She died once. She’s not dying quietly again.

A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

They told Hilda Kane to share her mate and be grateful.

Her Alpha husband bedded her brother in the sacred Moon Temple. Her father slapped her for refusing to comply. Her brother shoved her off a cliff. Her pack sent wolves to finish the job.

She should be dead. Instead, she woke up in the territory of the most powerful Alpha on the continent—with no memory, no wolf, and a stranger's voice telling her she was his mate.

Cedric Walters has his own reasons for claiming her. He's fought off years of political matchmaking, and a "found mate" solves every problem. But the broken woman in his hospital bed is more than a convenient alibi. His wolf knows it. His blood knows it.

What neither of them knows is that Hilda's wolf isn't gone—she's evolving. And when the amnesia lifts, the Luna who was once too gentle to fight back will return to Northwind.

Not as a victim. As a reckoning.

David is a boy not like any other, born in a world where they're people who possess remarkable and unbelievable abilities. These people are called dragon warriors and are said to be part man part dragon. They may look human on the surface but they as so much more.

David is one of these dragon warriors, a wind dragon warrior to be precise, at least that's what he believes he is. You see he can't recall his past, doesn't know who he is or where he came from. He lived in a small village with Abari, the closest person he had to a mother. He lived with Abari for as long as he could remember but David always yearned to see the world that lay out the village, driven by a burning desire to know more about the world he lived in and himself.

And when the opportunity came knocking for David to explore the world beyond the small village he lived in, he took it but is he ready to face the true reality of who he is and the role he's meant to play in the world he was born in?

When evil lurks just beyond the sight of what he can see, will he be ready to face it as well as the truth of who he really is?

Read to find out

Oh and I'm planning on publishing this story on Royal Road too

You can check out the story on Royal Road here: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/475791/fictions

Five years ago, a single night ruined everything.

Amelia Hart agreed to a marriage contract she never wanted, forced to become the secret wife of cold, ruthless billionaire CEO Adrian Knight. The marriage was meant to protect her family, nothing more. No one was allowed to know her name, her face, or her connection to him. She was hidden, silenced, and eventually sent away with a signed divorce she never asked for.

Adrian thought he had buried that part of his life. He built his empire bigger, harder, and colder, convincing himself that the woman he married meant nothing.

Until she returns.

This time not as his contract bride, but as the brilliant new strategist hired into his company—walking into his boardroom with confidence, beauty, and a calm strength that shakes him to the core. Adrian recognizes her instantly. Amelia pretends she does not know him at all.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.

Rumors spread. Old emotions rise. And Adrian discovers the truth he never expected: the night he sent her away, she didn’t leave alone.

She left pregnant.

Now Amelia will protect her child at any cost. Adrian will fight for the family he never knew he had. And both of them must face the bond they tried so hard to destroy.

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

Aura Gracesyella Park, a famous soloist, is forced to lose her virginity due to a one-night stand with a handsome stranger man named Axel Xavier. In a bid to avoid scandal, Aura daringly escapes before the man beside her wakes up, hoping to never encounter him again. However, fate has other plans. Aura never anticipated that Axel would turn out to be her new bodyguard, assigned to protect her.

Eventually, Aura is compelled to share living quarters with Axel, at least until he is convinced that she is not carrying his child. How will Axel and Aura conceal their closeness to prevent public scrutiny? And what about Lionel, the man who has feelings for Aura?

Return to a hidden world and experience first kisses, exciting quests, and new adventures in this collection of short stories and retold scenes from the bestselling Creepy Hollow series!GLOW-BUG BUTTS & MAGIC CARPETSViolet is too stubborn and scared to believe that Ryn truly cares about her, but he'll do whatever it takes to prove himself. This story tells Ryn’s point of view of the magic carpet kiss from The Faerie Prince.DATE NIGHTWhen you're an overworked guardian, making time for date night is difficult. This story takes place several months after The Faerie War and alternates between Violet and Ryn as one mishap after the next gets in the way of their attempts to have a normal date night.A TOUCH OF GOLDWhen Tilly helps two strangers escape from danger, she becomes part of their quest to keep a powerful magical ability out of the wrong hands. This story was originally written for the anthology Once Upon A Quest and is set after The Faerie War.THE PROPOSALViolet has a big decision to make regarding her guardian career ... and about something else even more life-changing! This story takes place two years after The Faerie War.THE ARTISTChase is supposed to be one of the fae world's most powerful beings, but he's about to be bested by the pretty young thief he just discovered in his living room. This story retells the scene from A Faerie's Secret in which Chase and Calla first meet.I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOTThey've been friends since the day he threw a crumpled-up wad of paper at her, but he's about to discover how much more she means to him. This is the story of Gemma and Perry, two side characters from Calla’s part of the Creepy Hollow series.TREASURE HUNTCould two Griffin rebels find themselves working at a Guild again? Will a plan revolving around a bagel finally come together? And is there treasure to be found at the end of a quest? Set roughly six months after the end of Rebel Faerie, the final Creepy Hollow book, this story catches up with all your favorite characters.Note: The majority of this content is already available as individual stories for subscribers of Rachel Morgan’s newsletter. While all stories have been re-edited for this collection, they are essentially the same.

“You are no longer Diane Morel. Your name is Lyra, and your only job is to obey.”

Betrayed by her own brother and her supposed best friend, Diane is stripped of her identity and sold into an elite Greek pleasure house. She was meant to be broken. Forgotten. A nameless commodity for the wealthy.

But they underestimated her fire.

Enter Jake Damon—a ruthless, reclusive billionaire who commands empires and terrifies enemies. When he buys her, Diane prepares for her ultimate destruction. Instead, Jake demands her silence, not her body. Behind the closed doors of his Manhattan penthouse, a dangerous game of control and defiance begins. The cold, untouchable billionaire finds himself undone by the one woman he cannot truly own.

Can Jake handle the storm brewing in his arms, or will Diane burn down both their worlds for the ultimate revenge?

When Gwen Mitchell, a scholarship college senior stumbles upon a murder by six guys she considered friends, and she was almost raped, beaten to a pulp and throwed off a cliff into the Pacific Ocean to prevent her from saying what she saw, everyone including her best friend and mother believed she drowned.
Five years later, armed with a new face and identity as Elizabeth, she is back but with vengeance and revenge as her motive.
As the men begins to die one after the other, Elizabeth must make sure she finishes what started five years ago without getting caught.
When the system fails you, those you trust destroys you, and left you dead, what becomes of the person who survive?
Is revenge justice or does it make you the monster you are hunting?

Lily is a beautiful woman who was forced to divorce her husband. Ryan, her husband, wanted to marry his former lover. Because of his parents' wishes, the two of them were finally matched. But after Lily's father died, Raynold immediately filed for divorce. Unknown to him, Lily was pregnant with their child.

When the divorce had taken place, Lyly's ex-boyfriend came to propose to her. Because the father's property was still in the hands of the ex-husband, the two of them, along with Lily's biological brother, finally agreed to take revenge on Ryan's family.

On the one hand, Ryan's wife has found out about their plan to destroy Ryan's family.
Will their revenge be avenged? And does Ryan know the fate of the child who has been born?

Two worlds. One empire. And a whole lot of family drama.
From the concrete grit of an American neighborhood to the sterile glass towers of a billion-dollar security empire, The House of Charuzu was built on discipline, hustle, and community. But somewhere along the way, that soul got lost in a maze of corporate policies, luxury branding, and family scandals.
Now led by image-obsessed heirs Aoki Aalam and Cadeyrn—who’ve mastered order but not empathy the empire is powerful but hollow. Meanwhile, Joy and Lotus, granddaughters of the OG streetwise landlord Charles, are back. Armed with tech smarts, emotional scars, and prophetic warnings from neighborhood elder Mr. Pat, these women are shaking the marble floors of prestige with community-rooted truth.
Boundaries vs. belonging. Control vs. compassion.
One side must learn the power of real human connection.
The other must learn structure—or risk repeating the cycle of chaos.
Expect boardroom blowups, back-alley wisdom, emotional gut punches, and slow-burn romance as two legacies collide in a story where security ain’t just a service—it’s a soul check.

Cora Snow has always been the outcast of the Lincoln Pack. At twenty, her wolf remains dormant, leaving her weak, overlooked, and an easy target for ridicule. She’s invisible, until the night her wolf finally awakens.
That same night, Cain, the Alpha’s enigmatic son, returns to the pack, accompanied by Cora’s sister, the golden image of everything Cora is not. Fate strikes cruelly: Cain, her destined mate, rejects her before she can even speak. Humiliated and broken, Cora flees, disappearing into the shadows of the wilderness. And no one, neither her pack nor her own family bats an eye. To them, she has always been nothing.
But Cora is far from nothing. What begins as a quiet spark of survival quickly ignites into a force no one could anticipate. The weak wolf they scorned is about to become the most powerful, feared, and untouchable creature the pack has ever known. And when destiny calls, the girl they laughed at will have the power to rewrite everything.....including Cain’s heart.

Alexa doesn't know about the existence of the supernatural creatures, she only knew they exist in folklores.

She was born in the human world, grew up as a human and has adapted to the human life, her family showered her with great love and utmost care.

Her parents are travellers, travelling all over the world to experience different cultures and traditions...at least, that's what they told her.

But there's a dirty secrets behind them traveling all over, what could this secret be?

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

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

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

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

Arthur sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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