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On the night of the full moon trial, my fated mate, Alpha Kevin, chained me in silver and forced me to give birth before the entire pack.
“That bastard in your belly doesn’t deserve to live,” he said.
But when my baby cried, the priest trembled. “Blood of the Moon Goddess…”
Kevin still sent our child to the water dungeon to protect fragile, lying Hestia. She whispered, “Sister, your blood—and your baby’s heartblood—will make me Luna.”
They drained me, carved my flesh, ripped out my claws, and laid me on the altar to cut out my heart.
Before the blade fell, I bit down on the death-mimicking pill.
Everyone believed I was dead.
But when I woke beside Lucian, Alpha of Duskblood Pack, I swore: next time Kevin sees me, my new dark claws will tear out his heart.
But will Kevin truly let me go?

The red carpet to Adrian Thorne's side was never paved with flowers. It was a killing floor, meticulously designed.
Two years. Nineteen wedding attempts. And every single one ended in blood.
The fifth attempt: brake failure on the bridal car. I spent three months in the ER with a shattered left arm.
The twelfth: botulism at the menu tasting. I had my stomach pumped and nearly asphyxiated on the table.
The eighteenth... that remains my waking nightmare. I fell down a marble staircase polished to a lethal shine, losing the child I never even got to hold.
Everyone called me the "Thorne Curse." For a long time, even I believed it—that bad luck was just etched into my bones.
Time and again, I crawled out of pools of my own blood. I did it for a decade-old promise of repayment. I did it for the man I had loved for ten years.
Then came the nineteenth attempt. A floral arch weighing hundreds of pounds collapsed during our vows, crushing me into the ICU.
Ribs snapped, organs bleeding, I fought for three days just to claw my way back to the living.
But the moment I woke, through the crack in the door, I heard Adrian’s voice.
"Mr. Thorne, that was too close. If Elinor had actually died..."
"I didn't have a choice." Adrian’s tone was so cold it felt foreign. "Her father died saving me. I’m shackled by that debt. But I love Serena. She is the only one I want to marry."
His voice dropped, lethal and precise. "To clear the path for Serena, I don’t care if I have to stage nineteen accidents or ruin Elinor beyond repair. I will do whatever it takes."
Lying there, staring at the map of scars on my body, something inside me finally shattered.
I realized my suffering wasn't a twisted joke of fate. It was a love letter to another woman—his devotion to her, carved into my very skin.
Since his "debt of honor" kept him from kicking me out, I decided to play the villain and cut the cord myself.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

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I was just trying to make it to graduation.
Classes by day, coffee shop by night, that was my life. No parents. No foster homes. Just me, surviving on scraps of hope and caffeine.

But one walk home changed everything.

One moment, I was on the phone with my best friend. The next, a hand was clamped over my mouth, the world spinning as something sharp sank deep into my skin. I should’ve died right there on that cold, dark street. But death never came.

Instead… I woke up hungry.

Not the kind of hunger food fixes. This was deeper, darker — and it came with fangs and cravings I swore I’d never have. I despised humans for the way they used, abandoned, and broke people like me. Now? They’re the only thing that keeps me alive.

I never asked to become a monster.
But that’s exactly what I am.

“Please….I won’t tell anyone. Please!” Begged jianna. As she walks backwards with her hands in front of her for protection.
“You’ve seen too much” Sebastian growls. “I can’t let you out of this building. I’m sorry” said Sebastian as he walks towards Jianna
“People will be looking for me. You can’t do this!” As she keeps on backing up until she realized she’s backed to a wall with nowhere to run.
“What people? You don’t have “people” “ said Sebastian with a grin that reminded her of The Joker in the Batman comics. “No one will be looking for you. I made sure of it” whispers Sebastian in her ear as he corners her with both arms.
————————————————————————————————————————-Jianna has always been a strong, independent and resourceful woman. She may not remember her past due to an accident when she was 10, but she’s making it up by living her life in the present. At least she was until she came across the path of multi-billionaire genius, Sebastian Cross. A playboy, genius, eccentric CEO of Cross Industries who doesn’t take no for an answer. He hires her as an assistant and has since been running her raged. Until one day, she discovers Sebastian’s biggest secret. Will she tell Sebastian about her discovery or will she just keep letting him push her around? And who are these mysterious individuals that seem to keep on showing up in Sebastian’s office and how do they fit in the puzzle?

Mistake.

That was all it took to ruin Violet Brooks’ life.
She had been an ordinary college girl in Virginia—until one night she drank too much and ended up in a situation she could barely remember.

Weeks later, she found out she was pregnant.
She didn’t know who the father was.

When her parents found out, they didn’t try to understand. There was only anger, disappointment, and words that made home feel unbearable. Violet couldn’t even return to school. The thought of whispers, stares, and silent judgment was too much.

So her parents made a decision for her.
They sent her away.

Violet was forced to leave Virginia and start over in Brooklyn with her aunt, expected to erase everything like it never happened.

She tried.

She kept to herself, applied to a new university, and told herself this was a second chance. After giving birth, she returned to school, determined to rebuild her life quietly.

But Hawthorne University was not what it seemed.

There were rumors about a group called The Red Pen. No one knew who they were. No one had seen their face, but everyone feared them.
It was said that once they wrote your name down… your fate was sealed.

Violet didn’t believe in rumors.

Not until her first day.

That night, she saw something she wasn’t supposed to see.

If she had left earlier… if she had chosen a different path… none of it would have happened.
But she didn’t.

And now, there was no undoing it.

Her fresh start was over before it truly began.

Because Violet Brooks had just made a mistake—

One far worse than the first.

BLURB

“I don’t love Selena anymore. All I see is a broken shell…a barren woman.”

Those words, spoken by my husband behind the closed door of his study, were the jagged shards of glass that finally shattered my world.

For years, I endured the physical agony of ten miscarriages and five failed IVFs, believing Franklin was the anchor holding me together. I didn’t know I was actually the anchor dragging him down.

He wants a divorce.

He wants a woman who can give him the family I couldn't.

He wants to be free of the burden of a wife who is falling apart.

But Franklin doesn't know my biggest secret. It isn't just my womb that is failing; it’s my entire body.

I am dying.

Stage four cancer is aggressive, and my time is measured in hours, not years.

I could tell him the truth.

I could watch him stay out of pity, trapped by guilt for the rest of my numbered days, but I love him too much to let him become my martyr.

So, I’ve made him a deal.

I will sign the divorce papers and walk out of his life forever but first, I want twenty-one hours.

One hour for every year we’ve known each other.

One last day to pretend we are still the awkward intern and the protective man who fell in love.

He thinks he’s spending these hours saying goodbye to a woman he no longer wants.

He has no idea he’s actually saying goodbye to a woman who will be dead before the ink on our divorce papers is even dry.

Twenty-one hours of lies.

Twenty-one hours of love.

And then, I’ll let him go.

Forever

"Do not tempt me, Wildling. You're mine to protect, not to fuck."


Kyla Harper

After the death of my father, I never expected to be placed under the custody of a stranger who claimed to be his friend.

I expected an old man with grey hair. Not a demigod who turned my world upside down. Cold. Distant. Devilishly handsome.

His words sink into my skin, leaving my knees shaking. And while I flinch at every man’s touch, his feels… different.

Now I can’t stop myself from craving the forbidden.


Carlos Redd

I was caught off guard by Harper’s last will. To take in his only daughter and protect her, despite knowing the violent and dangerous world I live in.

Out of respect, I took her in.

Kyla crosses every line. Curious about everything I keep hidden.

Each moment, each encounter, each argument—tears down my restraint.

The more I push her away, the more I crave her.

And the more I crave, the closer we get to secrets that could tear us apart.

Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother’s funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.

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A modern day twist of what really happened between Little Red Riding Hood, her Grandmother, and the Wolf.
What if the story was all wrong?
What if a Curse brought them together?
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"What are you?!" I shrieked. My mind trying to figure out ways to escape. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, which caused shivers to roll down my spine.
"I'm your big bad wolf, and your my little red" he said smirking.

I'm sorry, Sophie." Janet Morrison, her now ex-boss, shifted uncomfortably behind her polished mahogany desk. "The merger means consolidation, and your position is redundant."

Redundant. Sophie had always hated that word.

"When Sophie Chen loses everything, a chance encounter with billionaire Alex Blackstone sparks a marriage of convenience. She needs money to save her father; he needs a wife to secure his inheritance. Sophie agrees to the idea, but Alex secrets run deeper than she could have imagined. Haunted by a tragic past, he’s bound to his inheritance and his demons. As their fake relationship ignites into real passion, dark secrets threaten to destroy their future. Will love conquer all, or will the truth tear them apart? One year. One lie. One chance at something real."

I'm Kennedy, the pack's recognized Luna, and Tyler's fated mate—or so I foolishly believed.
That day, the pregnancy test burned in my palm as I traced the tiny life growing inside me, my heart swelling with secret joy.
But that joy turned to ash outside the club on that rainy night.
Brenda's back—the woman who saved his life, the one he chose without hesitation over me.
He grew colder by the day, letting her friends call me a FAKE LUNA to my face, even saying he wanted to reject our mate bond.
I clung to my pregnancy like it was my last shred of dignity, terrified that if I spoke up, all I'd hear was his icy command--
"Abort it."
He left me soaking in the rain, ignored me when I was burning with fever, and let me be humiliated, let me be pressured.
But he forgot—
I'm Kennedy, not some fragile vine that bends to his will.
He'll pay the most brutal price for that stupid mistake!

On the day of my Chosen Mate ceremony, my fiancé's secret son walked in.
Eva believed marrying Julian, the heir to the Ironwood Pack, would be the beginning of her happily ever after. Instead, the child exposed a betrayal that destroyed everything she thought she knew.
But the greatest heartbreak came when assassins attacked. Faced with an impossible choice, Julian abandoned his poisoned fated mate to save the mother of his child instead.
Stripped of her wolf, her music, and her birthright, Eva was exiled as nothing more than a cripple. Then came the cruelest twist of all. The only man who could save her was the one who had rejected her years ago. Lysander. The Alpha King of all werewolves. Julian's own uncle. His offer was as dangerous as it was tempting.
"Sign this contract. Become my Luna, and I'll give you the power to take back everything they stole from you."
Eva accepted because she wanted revenge.
She never imagined that one decision would turn Julian's entire world upside down.
Months later, Julian arrives at the Pack Financial Summit expecting to celebrate his greatest victory. Instead, he finds the woman he abandoned standing at the Alpha King's side, untouchable, powerful, and completely beyond his reach.
Before the eyes of every Alpha and Luna, the man who once threw her away has no choice but to lower his head and address his former fiancée by the last title he ever expected.
"Aunt."

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, if she got to marry the man she loved for a decade, not abandoned by him.
"We can't have this wedding today. I'll get you a bigger one."And just like that, he rushed off, leaving her heart in shambles.
Some guests whispered and murmured loud enough for her to hear as they walked past her."She is not Luna material, everyone knows that."
"Not Luna material,"Flora scoffs, remembering that particular comment as she picks up her bouquet, ripping it apart flower by flower, "I bet Alice is,"she stares coldly at the picture of Adrian on the screen, in pain of only humiliation and sorrow
A bigger wedding? His promise only makes her realise how ridiculous and pathetic she has been.
She scoffs and shakes her head, no, she doesn't want a bigger wedding, she wants no wedding now.
When Alpha Adrian asked Flora to give up her dream to be by his side, she willingly accepted it and did So.
When he forgot her birthday for three years in a row and said he was sorry, she forgave him every time.
When he hurt her feelings time and time again, showing her he was more interested in her body than her soul, she stomached it and rationalized in her head that someday his love would mean more.
But when he strode into the venue of their wedding and told her he was calling it off instead of saying 'I do' to her because of his ex-girlfriend.
Flora realised the truth she had been denying herself all these years.
She is and will never be anything to Alpha Adrian so when Adrian comes asking for forgiveness this time around, will she forgive him?

Three years barren, and Jessamine walked on thin ice in the elite household. Her mother-in-law spat venomous curses daily, calling her a "worthless waste of space" and threatening to force her son into divorce.

She could still remember when Damien had severed all ties with his family to marry her—kneeling outside their door in the pouring rain, begging his parents to accept her: "Jessamine is my one true love! I can't survive without her!" Back then, she was the only woman who existed in his eyes.

But now, for the sake of family inheritance, he had the audacity to demand her consent for his childhood sweetheart Celeste to bear their child. Jessamine endured the soul-crushing agony of watching her husband entwined with another woman, night after torturous night.

Even more devastating—after Celeste delivered a daughter, Damien had the shameless nerve to declare: "The family still needs a male heir."

In that shattering moment, Jessamine finally saw the brutal truth.

“They’ll never love you—you’re a mistake since you were born.”
Four-year-old Yanny hears this her whole life. An illegitimate girl whose mom died in an accident, she’s shunned by her rich dad Andrew, three cruel half-brothers, and four distant uncles—until her star-making viral fame cracks their cold hearts. Only orphan Hayes swears to shield her. Now the powerful men beg for her forgiveness, clinging tight as she chases stardom and the boy who promised to meet her at the top.

On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband—
She was pregnant.

But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow—he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.

Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone—

The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her—did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?

I once believed that if I was obedient enough, my birth family would finally love me. Instead, they gave everything to Anna, the fake heiress—my competition spot, my reputation, even my kidney.
Then I opened my eyes and returned to the year it all began.
This time, I won’t beg. I won’t yield. My achievements, my dignity, and my life belong to me.
When everyone called me vicious, Damian Sterling draped his jacket over my shoulders and asked in a low voice, “Am I an outsider?”
I leaned into him and smiled. “Of course not.”
But soon I discovered he was being slowly poisoned—and the culprit might be someone closest to him. Worse, the truth behind my death in my previous life may be darker than I ever imagined…

I served as the family's lapdog for ten years, only to discover that my entire family and my fiancée faked their deaths on a yacht, leaving me to pay for their $500 million debt and thirty lives.
Now the family's gangsters have blocked the entire building, the FBI is ready to arrest me, and my fiancée's senator father wants me dead to accompany his daughter to the grave. One trouble after another.
Since that's how it is, then you can all truly go to hell!
I coldly deleted their household registrations and accounts with a sneer.

When Lyla's fated mate is revealed as Alpha Kaiden—her sister's ruthless ex-husband—the only thing he offers her is public humiliation and a brutal rejection. Heartbroken and branded as unworthy, she flees her pack, determined to uncover the truth behind her sister's mysterious disappearance.

Her escape leads her to Alpha Rowan, the commanding leader of the Blackwood Pack, who offers shelter, protection, and an unexpected chance at a new life. But Rowan’s fierce and jealous fiancée sees Lyla as a threat, and the pack’s charming Beta is drawn to her quiet strength.

As a dangerous attraction simmers between Lyla and Rowan, they begin to unravel a dark web of secrets that implicates Kaiden and threatens both their worlds.

With her hidden power awakening, Lyla must navigate treacherous loyalties, face the alpha who shattered her, and decide: Will she follow the destiny fate forced upon her, or claim the love and strength she has chosen for herself?

M/M ||R18+ ||SENSUAL ||OBSESSION
“So, did it excite you?” I murmur, letting my voice drop. “Are you picturing it?” I sweep my gaze across the classroom, letting the silence of the empty desks stretch. “I bet the acoustics here would do wonders for your moans.”
His hand shoots out, pressing to my chest. “Michael.... that's enough,” he warns.
I grin, leaning just slightly into his hand, letting the warmth of his push press against me. “Fine, my moans then.”
And then he does something that surprises me, pushes me back against the wall. His hand is firm against my chest, and I can feel the tension coiling through both of us. His eyes are challenging, hesitant....but there’s no fear, not really. Desire is blazing there.
“Don’t push it,” he breathes.
“I don’t push,” I counter. “I accelerate interest until it becomes impossible to ignore.”
I can see the heat in his eyes, the flush creeping up his neck, the way his fingers tremble just slightly against me. My own pulse is hammering with the thrill of watching him wrestle with it, watching him fight and fail to keep that control he thinks he has.


Ryan Ashbrook teaches literature like a man who knows he’s running out of time. Terminally ill and painfully poetic, he’s made peace with dying.....just not with doing it alone.
Michael Foster, a burned-out editor drifting through life, hasn’t felt moved by anything in years.... until he meets the captivating teacher who feels every moment too deeply.
Their lives collide in a brief, breathtaking love that was never meant to last, one that might save them both, even as it breaks them.

One night. That’s all Detective Samantha Cross wanted.
One night to forget the rules.
One night to feel something other than pressure, guilt, and routine.
One night to do something reckless—just like her friends begged her to.
But the morning after brings more than regret.
She wakes up in a hotel room… and walks straight into the biggest case of her career:
The Governor’s daughter, murdered in the room next to hers.

And her number one suspect?
The same dangerously charming stranger she just slept with.
His name? Rowan Drake.
His profession? One of the country’s most elusive con artists.
His alibi? Her.
Samantha knows he didn’t do it. She was with him.
But if she admits that, she risks everything—her badge, her reputation, her career.
Now, trapped between duty and desire, she’s forced into an impossible alliance.
To clear his name, she’ll have to work side by side with the man who could ruin her.
And as the lies close in and the body count rises, one truth becomes dangerously clear:
The real killer is still out there…
And he’s watching them both.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband, Gabriel.

The problem was, I was severely allergic to roses — something I'd told him countless times.

"Same order number, two deliveries," the delivery man said casually, glancing at his clipboard.

My blood ran cold.

The man who'd claimed he had to work late — who couldn't even spare me a simple "Happy anniversary" — was at that very moment holding another woman in his arms. Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. A designer handbag. Diamond jewelry. And on his face, a tender smile I hadn't seen once in five years of marriage.

For him, I had given up everything. I'd gone from being the pampered darling of the Rivers family to a wife crammed into a tiny apartment, comparing prices across three different grocery stores just to stretch every dollar. I'd filed down every sharp edge I had. Swallowed every last ounce of my pride.

And yet here he was — while I was still carrying his child — lavishing the very best of everything on someone else.

Gabriel, you dare betray me?

Then that CEO seat? Consider it gone.

A once-formidable heiress, dulled and diminished by love, was about to reclaim everything she'd lost. The masks were coming off.

And the reckoning was just beginning.

From a young age, I understood that my asthma was a shackle for my entire family. My parents took turns caring for me, their hearts gripped by the fear of any sign of respiratory distress. In their fervent concern for my health, they even compelled my sister, Sophie, freshly accepted into university, to postpone her studies and return home to assist in my care.
At Sophie's eighteenth birthday celebration, I lingered at the edge of the crowd, my chest constricted, and my throat felt as if it were ensnared by invisible hands. I gently tugged at my mother's sleeve, my voice barely a whisper: "Mom, I... can't breathe. I want to go back to my room..."
In an instant, my mother whirled around, her eyes ablaze with fury, as though she had awaited this moment of eruption. She seized my inhaler and hurled it into the farthest corner of the room.
"If it's this painful, then go die!" she shrieked, her words cutting like a knife. "Stop using your illness to hold us hostage!"
The inhaler tumbled to the floor, rolling away like a forgotten piece of trash. I stared at it blankly, a sudden laugh escaping my lips.
And then, I truly died. Yet, in the wake of my passing, those who once found me a burden descended into madness.

On my wedding day, my entire family received Iris’s desperate plea for help.
“Mom, Dad, Brother! I’ve been kidnapped, come save me, quick!”
Everyone panicked—including my fiancé, Theodore.
They interrupted the wedding ceremony to rush to Iris.
I begged them through tears not to go. I said it was a trick, something Iris had staged herself.
“The ceremony would have been over in ten more minutes. Can’t you just wait ten minutes?”
My parents called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch. My brother, Ron, pried my fingers from his tuxedo lapel.
“Chloe, stop being so selfish! Even if Iris isn’t your blood sister, how can you be so cruel?!”
“All you care about is your own wedding! Do you really want to see her die?!”
My fiancé looked at me with disappointment. “Let’s cancel the wedding for now.”
“I just realized… the one I care about more… is Iris.”
Watching their hurried figures disappear, I picked up a knife and locked myself in the bridal suite.

My husband was a vampire lord, bound by a blood oath to the Elders. Forbidden from ever completing a mate bond.
But he bonded with me anyway. Every time he felt something for me, the oath punished him — ten minutes of agony. He endured it ninety-nine times and told me it was worth it.
To prove it, he carved a mark into my collarbone with his own blood. A promise: if I was ever in danger, he'd come for me. No matter what.
Then the Crimson Blight came — an ancient death curse, meant for another woman. His precious, fragile Elowen. And instead of letting it take her, he transferred it onto me.
I woke up chained in the sealed chamber beneath our own manor, blood core burning from the inside out. When I couldn't take any more, I activated his mark and reached through the bond for help.
I heard his voice. But he wasn't talking to me.
"She's a Blood Hunter. She can take it. She should bear this for me."
He didn't know I was three months pregnant with his child.

My mother stared at my body, fused to the sofa, and waited forty minutes before calling 911.
She cheerfully told my father the news, deciding they should celebrate with a nice dinner.
Of course.
After all, they could finally be rid of the burden I’d become—no more tormenting me, no more keeping me locked away.
They could go back to being the respectable parents everyone thought they were.
But—
Someone was bound to see the truth.

My husband and parents wanted me dead. All because my sister was "dying."

They shoved a divorce agreement and an experimental surgery consent form at me.

I was supposed to be her donor.

But they didn't know I was the one actually dying.

Three days ago, they told me I had terminal bone cancer.

One month to live.

So when they threatened me into some back-alley surgery, I smiled.

I was already dying anyway.

When I took my last breath, my boyfriend of five years was busy pulling strings to get his new model fling a runway spot.
Nobody knew he used to be a desperate stray I bought out of a dark alley. It started as a three-year contract. I burned millions to pave his way into the fashion elite, handing him top-tier campaigns until he became a global supermodel.
I stayed his dirty little secret so nothing would ruin his shot at "Model of the Year." He swore going public would kill his career, yet he had no problem parading around with young starlets—and letting them humiliate me behind closed doors.
His newest fling even smugly played a recording of him mocking me: "She’s just an ATM for brand deals. How could an uptight, older control freak ever compete with you?"
That was when I finally accepted it: love bought with money is just a transaction.
So, holding my terminal diagnosis, I signed over the last of my assets and quietly bowed out of his glamorous life forever.
I just don't understand one thing: if he was so sick of me, why did he completely lose his mind when he saw my death certificate? Why did he throw away everything he'd built, tearing the world apart to find me like a feral, abandoned dog?

The more I cry, the hornier my sister gets.

Not a metaphor. Stone cold reality. Me and pop superstar Melody share a sick "emotional link" — the worse I suffer, the more she glows on stage.

My husband Christian discovered this secret.

Then he chose to betray me and crawl into bed with Melody.

Now every time Melody has a big show, Christian locks me in the basement, force-feeds me depression pills, and blasts horror movies 24/7 until I'm totally broken.

My despair gets fed straight into Melody's energy, making her perform like she's possessed.

Tonight they're fucking to celebrate her win. Tomorrow's concert means draining me dry again.

Enough!

If my pain is your sex drug, I'm cutting off the supply completely.

I'm going to the medical center to freeze myself for one full year.

Let you two horny bastards screw each other to death!

[The heroine offers no forgiveness and looks back never， and is spoiled rotten by a powerful tycoon.]

For three years of marriage, everyone in the city knew that Henry Tudor deeply loved his wife — — Gloria Seymour

But on that day, Henry said, "Gloria's health is poor. If we really want a child, finding someone else to bear one is fine too."

He didn't know that Gloria was standing just outside the private room, clutching a pregnancy test report that had just confirmed she was expecting.

She had fought for his power, accompanied him to countless social events, and endured ovulation injections until her body was swollen and bruised—

all because they were both waiting for the fruit of their love.

Yet, in return Henry cheated on her with her own best friend.

Gloria caressed the new life taking shape within her womb.

In the darkness, she dialed a number that had been untouched for three years:

"Arrange a car accident for me. I want him to lose the one he loves most at the very moment he feels happiest."

Later, Henry Tudor collapsed into madness, clutching her "remains" in despair.

However, at a charity gala, he saw his "deceased" wife.

Dressed in a striking red gown, she was being carefully protected in the arms of another man.

​In his past life on Earth, he was a fat, bullied convenience store clerk who died unloved and exhausted. But fate dragged him into a strange new world, forcing his soul into the athletic body of Leo, a low-ranked personal guard to Lady Bella. While the original body spent years secretly mastering a single basic shield spell into an indestructible barrier, the new Leo wakes up with zero combat experience. He has to figure out how to maneuver this god-like power on the fly.
​To make matters worse, Lady Bella is a vicious, cruel tyrant manipulated into madness by her fiancé, Prince Julian. After dozens of exhausting loops trying and failing to save her, Leo finally snapped in Loop 15 and let her die. That was his biggest mistake. The World System bound their souls: Bella has seven lives total, her mind wiping and lifespan shrinking with every death, but Leo’s soul is linked directly to her final four lives. If she dies again now, they both face permanent deletion.
​Now, Bella has just awakened on her fourth life. The memory wipe has completely erased her knowledge of Prince Julian, resetting her evil personality into a confused, vulnerable state. She can see glitched System screens branding her a broken puppet, and she doesn't trust a single soul—especially not Leo. She makes his life absolute hell with impossible demands and constant suspicion, forcing him to become a desperate strategist just to keep them both breathing. To survive, Leo starts a secret journal to track the timeline, fighting a slow-burn attraction to a difficult woman while the World System actively tries to murder them both to fix the script.

This was the thirty-third time I caught Vance and my stepsister stark naked in a hotel room.
 
He smashed a liquor bottle and drove the jagged glass toward his own groin.
 
Flying shards of glass sliced across my cheek.
 
He stared at me like I was a totally unreasonable lunatic. "Could you just let me go?"
 
Watching the blood instantly soak the bedsheets red, I felt a sudden, disorienting wave of blankness.
 
After all, during our most vicious standoff, I had floored the gas pedal and driven toward a cliff with my stepsister in the passenger seat just to force him to come home. His response? He dragged my mother in front of the car, standing right beside her, and sneered, asking if I still wanted him home.
 
Vance and I were like two beasts trapped in a colosseum, proving our existence by tearing each other apart. Neither of us would back down. Neither of us would let go.
 
But now, shielding my stepsister behind him, his eyes held nothing but profound exhaustion. "Don't hurt Lorna. I'm tired. Just let me go."
 
He was conceding. For my stepsister.
 
This tragic, belated surrender reduced my last five years of paranoia and obsession into an absolute joke.
 
My hand had been hidden inside my coat pocket the whole time. Now, my fingertips slowly relaxed their death grip on the crumpled ultrasound slip.
 
Staring at the blood-soaked bed and the way he protectively shielded her, an overwhelming exhaustion washed over me.
 
I truly didn't have the strength to play this game with him anymore. It was time to end it.

Growing up as the Princess of Ever Moon Pack, Regina never thought that she would be betrayed and sold by her own husband. Then she found this marriage is all a lie from day one. Thank the moon goddess that her older brother Gray saved her from her abusive husband and brought her home. But when she discovers that Ever Moon Pack's new, handsome alpha is not really her biological brother, her world is turned upside down again. ...And not to say Gray has been in love with her since forever. --- "Here's my wife! Pretty, huh?" My husband cackled, "You two can have a night with her and all my debts go away. Great deal, right?"

Kidnapped as a child, I was raised in the countryside. When I returned to my bankrupt biological family, everyone mocked me as a hillbilly. Even the fake heiress abandoned the family to marry into wealth.
But no one knew that I am actually the mysterious boss of the Dark Division!
I am a legendary doctor who can bring the dead back to life, a world-famous artist, and a top-tier fighter. I cured my paralyzed brother, saved my mother, and ruthlessly slapped my enemies in the face.
When the all-powerful CEO, Si Shenxing, cornered me against the wall, he smirked devilishly, 'You cured my father. Now, take responsibility for me.'
I sneered, 'Get in line.'

They wanted a real daughter, so they traded me for her.
On the engagement day, my fiancé slipped a ring on her finger. My parents handed me a train ticket to oblivion.
They celebrated their victory while I disappeared.
What they didn't realize was that letting me go was the worst mistake of their lives.
I am the surgical prodigy saving lives that science deems hopeless. I am the muse of the art world. I am the true heir to a dynasty they couldn't even dream of.
Now, I am back.
Not as the girl they abandoned, but as the storm they prayed would never come.
My ex-fiancé kneels in regret. My fake sister chokes on her jealousy. And the CEO who once looked through me? He is now crawling, desperate to taste the success he once threw away.
The joke isn't on me.
It's on them.

"Jessica, you can't escape.

There's nowhere in the world that I can't find you. No matter where you run, I will find you."

But what he never expected was that he had used all of his power and connections to search for her, but there was no record of Jessica at any airport, high-speed railway station, bus station, or even hotel.

Was it true what she said, that she evaporated from this world like a human being, and really went to a place where he could never find her again?

When the alpha of the black moon pack is attacked by a group of rouges, he never expected for anyone to help him specially his mate. One who is hiding a secret and is as unique as him.
Will they find love within each other of be torn apart by some one unexpected.

Seven years ago, I unexpectedly transmigrated into the treacherous world of the North American mafia.
 
The System told me that as long as I accumulated a 100% "Angst Index" in this world, I could escape and return to reality with substantial rewards.
 
But after crossing over, I became the most pampered princess of the entire Koschei family.
 
My mafia father would buy all the roses in Manhattan just because I said I liked them. My genius doctor brother once climbed a mountain in a blizzard just to find medicine for me. And my fiancé, the heir apparent to the empire, still carried a scar on his chest from a fatal bullet he took for me.
 
I lost myself in the tender illusion they had forged.
 
Just when I had decided to give up everything and stay in this world forever, I overheard my father talking to my brother in his study:
 
"The brake lines are cut. Tomorrow, as soon as the crash happens, take advantage of the chaos in the ambulance to remove Elara's corneas. Do the transplant for Seraphina immediately."
 
Seraphina was the true blood daughter they had just brought back a month ago.
 
My fiancé, Silas, merely added, "Leave Elara alive, at least. She's called you 'Father' for so many years, after all."
 
Standing outside the door, my blood ran cold like ice.
 
So the next day, I gave them exactly what they wanted.
 
Amidst the deafening crash of the collision, feeling the agonizing pain of my legs being crushed, I watched my brother sprinting toward me, carrying an organ transplant cooler.
 
A long-absent electronic voice echoed in my ears:
 
[Congratulations to the Host. The Angst Index has reached 100%. You may return to the real world upon physical death.]
 
As blood completely swallowed my vision, a trace of twisted relief welled up in my heart.

There’s a secret underground club where elite humans pay to experience wolves in heat—short, brutal windows of primal need when the beast rises just beneath the skin.

Nyra isn’t brave. She’s hiding from her past and takes a low-level cleaning job at Redveil to vanish. But everything changes the night she opens the wrong door.

Inside: a cage.
A collar.
A man with golden eyes and blood on his lips.

Rane has been suppressed for years, kept under control by drugs and pain. But when Nyra walks in, his heat responds for the first time in years. Her scent calms him—and ignites the ancient bond between mates.

The club wants to use her to keep him docile.
But Rane doesn’t want a handler.
He wants a mate.
And once he breaks free, he doesn’t plan to leave without her.

Kage enters the foster system in New York at the age of five. The reality of his life seems bleaker each day as his circumstances worsen, and he becomes closed-off, cold and distrusting of others. When he gets adopted at the age of sixteen, his belief in humanity has withered. Kage doesn't live, he exists, day by day. He has lost all hope, and he doesn't dare to dream of something better. Alexander Hawthorne gives him a new lease on life, a family and most importantly, hope. Kage has his own past trauma to deal with and he carries that burden with him when he gets drafted into the NHL. Hockey is his life, his passion and the only thing that is a constant form of happiness.
Follow Kage's journey as he tries to heal, falls in love and faces his inner turmoil.

I used to believe my husband was my hero. When Julian Miller’s empire was falling apart, I made a desperate choice to save him. I spent a night in the suite of his fiercest competitor, Arthur Vance. Julian called me his hero and said he trusted me.

But he was lying to me for five long years.

Everything changed in an instant. Watching our daughter hang from a broken roller coaster, Julian didn’t attempt to save her. Instead, he reached for his phone to call his mistress.

To him, she wasn’t a child in peril; she was just a chance to wipe out a 'mistake' and start fresh with someone who had been in our lives since the very beginning of our marriage.

Now, people see me as a heartbroken mother and an ashamed wife. Julian thinks he’s buried me under his web of lies and his influence. But he overlooked one crucial point: I have nothing more to lose, and I'm ready to settle a score.

With the one man Julian fears most by my side, I’m stepping back into the light. And by the time I’m through, he’ll understand that the woman he treated like a pawn is the very one who will bring his whole world crashing down.

“I’ve lived with that guilt every single day.”

Lila swallowed hard. Her world felt disoriented with memories of her sister, the lingering grief, the recent attacks all blended into a suffocating haze.

Beckett continued, quieter now. “I am twenty-six years old. Young and naive as a professor. And this campus...” He gave a hollow laugh. “It’s full of people who would love to get rid of me. Students who resent strict grading. Colleagues who think I got my position too early. Some who believe I’m arrogant. Some who simply don’t like me.”

His eyes sharpened, steady but tired. “So yes. Anyone could be the killer. And anyone could be trying to frame me. Or frame Damian. Or frame anyone close to this case.”

Lila’s heartbeat grew loud in her ears.

Her mind raced.

Damian said Beckett wasn’t the killer. Mara said Beckett was suspicious.
Mercer said Beckett was dangerous.

At Halden University, the murders follow a deadly rhythm, one red-haired girl every month, each found with a single rose placed in her hand, each killing more vicious than the last.

Lila Rowan arrives a year after her sister’s death, determined to uncover what the police can’t: the identity of the Rose Killer. But the deeper she digs, the more her world begins to tilt. Her sister’s voice slips into her dreams, repeating a warning Lila can’t ignore:

He’s charming. He’s handsome. And he never lets go.

Now every man around her feels like a threat.
The professor whose gaze lingers a heartbeat too long.
The best friend who is trying to protect her.
The other male students who claim to know her sister.

The roses keep appearing.
The bodies keep escalating. And someone is watching Lila, waiting for their moment to strike.

"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.

Elena Walsh turns out to be the real heiress of one of the wealthiest families in Mayfield.
When she was born, she got mixed up with the wrong family and was switched at birth. But after 18 years later, the families involved discovered this mix up. This made her fake family mistreat her while she was staying with them.
After her real family found her, she was sent packing immediately. They ridiculed her, thinking her real family was poor and they made fun of her.
But turns out her real family is one of the wealthiest families in Mayfield and her former family doesn't even come close to their league.
After reuniting with her family, her real parents pleaded with her to let them keep the fake heiress, Kiera, as part of the family.
But it seems fake heiress isn't pleased with the fact that the real heiress is back and can't help but scheme against Elena while maintaining the innocent and meek façade.
Unfortunately for her, Elena wasn't about to be bullied either and she would stop at nothing to expose her schemes while snatching everything that rightfully belongs to her.

One runaway. Four ruthless bikers. And a choice that could break her—or set her free.
I never planned to end up on the side of a Texas highway with blood on my hands and nowhere to run. But fate—or maybe just a busted radiator—dropped me right in the middle of Reapers’ Road MC territory.
Hawk, the club's cold, commanding president, offers me shelter. Maverick watches me with those haunted green eyes, like he sees straight through me. Blaze makes me laugh when I’m not shaking in my boots. And Ghost? He’s the one who warns me to keep my distance while standing far too close.
I don’t trust them. I definitely don’t need them.
They say I’m under their protection now. But when the past I ran from comes looking for me, I’ll have to decide:
Do I run again—
Or risk everything by falling for the men who could destroy me?
Into the Fire is book 1 in the new Reapers’ Road Motorcycle Club series. If you love women who don’t have to choose, then this reverse harem romance is for you!

Two packs. One big problem.

A rivalry between two packs that has been ongoing for many years has to be put aside when they discover they are both suffering the same fate — Mysterious deaths with no trace.

It goes on and on until a prophecy reveals that the destiny of a special young girl is intertwined with that of the alpha of the rival pack. A prophecy that is the only way to curb the mysterious activities in both territories.

But both individuals do not seem ready to put aside the differences between them until fate starts to bind them together...

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

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

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

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

This time, it’s his turn to beg.