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"Tell me you're not tempted."

Lucius's hand tightened around Ravelyn's wrist, golden eyes dark with frustration. "He's dangerous."

A low chuckle echoed behind her.

"Dangerous?" Kieran stepped closer, his gaze trailing over her like a sinful promise. "No, Angel. I'm honest. I don't try to hide her because of her bloodline."

Ravelyn should have been afraid.

For nineteen years, she had been the unstable girl with mismatched eyes and fire in her veins, hidden away by parents who insisted she was broken. Human.

Then her power awakened.

In one night, she destroyed everything she thought she knew and uncovered the truth: she is the last descendant of the Ancient Dragons, a bloodline so powerful it was erased from history.

At Gryphon's Gate Academy, where Angels, Demons, and creatures of myth prepare for a war that has been centuries in the making, Ravelyn becomes the center of an ancient prophecy.

The last Draken will either save the realms...

...or burn them to the ground.

Lucius, the infuriatingly protective High Angel, would rather lock her behind heaven's gates than risk losing her to the darkness threatening to consume her.

Kieran, the devastating Demon Prince with wicked smiles and dangerous hands, wants her to embrace every forbidden piece of herself—including the desire she tries so hard to deny.

One sees the girl she used to be.

The other worships the monster she's becoming.

Caught between duty and temptation, prophecy and passion, Ravelyn must decide who deserves her trust... and who deserves her heart.

Because when dragons love, they don't do it gently.

And the world has never survived a dragon in love.

Will Ravelyn rewrite fate—

or let the realms burn for the men who make her feel alive?

He rejected his mate to be with a human woman. He believes Marie is the only woman that has ever loved him and fights against every barrier go be with her. The truth is Marie is not human and rejecting his mate to be with her might be his gravest mistake when her true identity is revealed. Who will save the last surviving alpha from this terrible fate that is about to befall him? His rejected Luna can save him but will she consider it after being rejected?

Sienna is the last remaining female alpha. She was put into power when her mother was killed by King Harlan due to his vendetta against all female alphas. Sienna knows what she has to do to defeat the king but she is not expecting other people more powerful than King Harlan to want more than her life. With the help of her mate and many other unique people who join the pack Sienna prepares for several battles.

This book is filled with drama, romance and fantasy.

She carries the last dragon's heart. He carries none at all.

Elysia is the last Dragon Keeper — a human-raised girl with a fallen angel's blood and a destiny she never asked for. When the Daggers, a ruthless human gang, hunt her and Azira, the last female dragon, Elysia flees to the one kingdom no mortal dares enter: Valkeryth, realm of the Vampire King.

Vexhalis Severain is no ordinary vampire. Half-demon, son of the Infernal King, he has no heart — literally carved from his chest by his own mother in a ritual of betrayal when he was nine. He lives on borrowed time, emotionless and cold, ruling a kingdom of ice and shadow. When Elysia arrives with her dragon, demanding sanctuary, he sees only a bargaining chip. She will be his Blood Mistress — or she will be wolf-bait.

But Elysia is not what she seems. The dragon heart in her chest protects her from the hollowed witches who seek to break her. The egg Azira laid in secret becomes the catalyst for a war between shadows. And Vexhalis, who has felt nothing for decades, begins to feel something — a dangerous, illogical pull toward the girl with hazel eyes and a grief that mirrors his own.

As they hunt for the stolen egg, rescue a captive male dragon, and unravel the conspiracy of the hollowed witches, Elysia's true nature awakens: black-and-white wings tearing from her back, a heritage she never knew, and a love that defies heaven and hell. But Vexhalis's borrowed time runs out at the worst possible moment — mid-battle, mid-love, mid-hope. He dies. He trades his memory of her to return. And Elysia must make him fall in love with her all over again.

This story is talking about a man who lived In a world that measured souls by the glow of mana, Kaelen was a hollow vessel, a "Meat Shield" discarded in the light of the Church. Betrayed by his only love and cast into the Abyssal pits to be devoured, his broken bloodline finally screamed to life. With the Aurelian System coursing through his veins, Kaelen crawled from the grave to devour the very gods who mocked him. Now, the hunt begins—one face-slap and one fallen empire at a time.

Clara Veyron’s life falls apart in a single night, her fiancé’s betrayal, her best friend’s lies, and a storm that leaves her wandering the streets alone. But heartbreak is nothing compared to what she finds next: a wounded stranger with silver eyes, a man whose very presence pulls her into a world she was never meant to see.

Kael Arden is no ordinary man. He is Alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack, bound by a curse that has destroyed every human woman who dared to love him. He swore never to claim a mate again, or to risk another innocent life. Until Clara’s touch heals what should have been fatal, and awakens a bond that should not exist.

Now Clara is hunted by rivals who see her as the key to Kael’s downfall, and despised by wolves who call her unworthy of their Alpha. Torn between her humanity and the fierce call of the wolf bond, she must choose: walk away from the man who could ruin her career and life, or fight beside him against enemies who would see them both destroyed.

But Kael has only one choice left. And this time, fate has given him something to lose.

Anita's life took a dramatic turn following a painful seven-year breakup with her boyfriend. In a haste to escape reality, she boarded a train which took her to another world, a place no one knew existed. Anita found out that the new world revolve around her, and it was her duty to stop the monthly bloodshed.

Evan Hale had spent three years being invisible.

In the port city of Grayhaven, that meant midnight towing calls, grease under his nails, a cheap apartment above a closed pawnshop, and a daughter who still believed the world could be repaired with pancakes and tape. He let people call him broke. He let his ex-wife call him a failure. He let rich men look through him as if poverty had made him harmless.

Then Lily came to the tow yard with a hospital bracelet on her wrist and terror in her eyes.

The paperwork said Evan had lost his rights. The doctors said it was an emergency. The heir to Grayhaven's largest medical charity smiled like the city already belonged to him.

They were all wrong.

Because before Evan became a night-shift tow driver, he had been the man federal teams called when protected witnesses vanished, sealed evidence moved, and dangerous people needed to be found before sunrise. He had buried that life to keep his daughter safe.

Now the people hunting Lily had put her name on a list he recognized.

And Evan Hale was done hiding.

For centuries, the Red Tail Pack and the Thick Fur Pack sealed their alliance through marriage, until Alpha Elias broke tradition to save his life—betrothing his daughter, Cassie, to the White Fur Pack instead. That single decision ignites enmity, betrayal, and the beginning of a war.

When Cassie’s first transformation reveals her as the long-prophesied child of the Originals, she becomes the target of the Elders’ Council, who will do anything to stop the power shift her destiny promises. Torn between an old tradition with Caleb of the Thick Fur Pack and her father’s binding vow to the White Fur Pack, Cassie finds herself at the heart of a deadly struggle.

Caleb—scarred and rejected for his deformity—proves himself with loyalty, wisdom, and courage, earning Cassie’s trust and affection. But as the Elders’ Council closes in and war ravages her homeland, Cassie must choose between obedience and survival.

In a desperate union, she is wed to Caleb. On the night of their bond, Caleb is miraculously healed, Cassie’s hidden powers awaken, and the Originals’ strength is unleashed—turning the tide of battle and restoring balance to the werewolf realms.

But victory comes at a cost. As Cassie rises as the Alpha Queen beside Caleb, she must carry the burden of leadership, forgiveness, and the fragile peace she has fought to secure.

Their union brings redemption and prosperity, yet whispers of new prophecies remind all that the legacy of the Originals is far from over.

Seven years ago I gave up my inheritance and went door to door with Nolan—a broke director shooting street documentaries—my belly out to here, begging investors to take a chance on him.

Everyone said I'd thrown my life away on him.

Seven years later he's a name everyone knows. And Emily, the first love who walked out when he had nothing, is back in Chicago with her daughter.

That afternoon I came home early and heard him pull five-year-old Ivy into his arms: "You can't ever tell Mom that Daddy and Emily are having a fake wedding."

"But Daddy, Mom will be so sad..."

"Say one word and Daddy won't love you anymore. Got it?"

Her little shoulders shook as she nodded, and nodded.

Out in the hallway, I couldn't even be bothered to cry.

I dialed the number I'd kept blocked for seven years. "Dad—can the family plane still come get me and Ivy?"

Nolan, what you lost wasn't a housewife you could push around. You threw away the only person who ever made you her whole world.

you are my queen, and I want to kiss you now,” he said.
I’m not sure that was what I expected him to say, but I had been waiting to hear it. I smiled playfully, looking at him. “Yes, my king,” I said.
Moments, his lips were on mine. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him; I let my arms find their way around his neck. I felt his tongue gently run along my lower lip and couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my mouth at its touch. Von only took that as permission and slipped his tongue into my mouth; I let my tongue explore his mouth as he did the same to mine. Eventually, the kiss grew deeper, and before I knew it, I was straddling his lap in one quick motion. His hands found their way to my hair, tangled in it as he tugged it lightly in his grip. I couldn’t help moaning against his lips; a growl of pleasure came from deep in his throat.


My name is Arianna Maree Paxton however I Hate that name my parents gave me that name, after my , great-great grandmother. So I go by Ari. you see my parents are hardly that they hate me in every way possible. I am only here to be their slave and plaything, otherwise they probably would of killed me a long time ago. My family belong to a pride of snow leopards well now were more of a group then a pride most of us have died out. I have a feeling my species will be coming to a end soon and the worst part of it is that we will die with such a shameful legacy left behind one that I want no part of.

Were simply a small part of the shifter community, most every other shifter, magical beings live in harmony with humans and other beings. However, they do have their own rules they each follow but for the most part the respect each other, it doesn’t mean they share anything by any means. Each has their own schools, hospitals, and way of living but terrroity and lives are generally respected. However, I feel that is mostly in part to fear of the Royal family.

However my species is dying out because they have lost their way , when you force your leopard to do horrid things it will eventually leave you , which was what was happing all around me , when that happens you can no longer find a mate , and usually you lose your mind. Without mates we can no longer reproduce hence the feeling of the end coming soon. Or at least I thought that was the reason I have that feeling but I kind of feel like something bigger is on the way.

Mercedes Underwood is a lost girl. Lost from her world and herself. She grew up with abusive parents and had a really shitty childhood. Sometimes she believed that they were not her parents much less rassemblements between her and them. When she turned 18 years old, her parents attempt to sell her off to some bad people to pay off their debt. That did not come as a surprise that they would do such a thing and there was no love lost there. But what came as a surprise was when she woke up naked the next morning, walls splattered with blood and four people ripped to shreds. Life went from bad to bloody worse for Mercedes. It was like waking up in a horror scene. She was petrified and confused, nothing made sense but what did make sense was for her to pick up what she can and run.


Felix Ransom is the Alpha of the White Claw pack. He leads his pack with an iron fist and ensures everyone's safety and makes sure the pack thrives. But something is missing. The gentle touch of a Luna. Felix is already 25 years old and has not found the one the Moon Goddess chose for him. His other half and mate. Each day without the one for him made his hope of ever finding her wither away. At a point, he even thought that she might have died. It never occurred to him that his made would come right to him much less be a human who is a fugitive for murdering 4 people. Or was she a human being after all?

"Sign it," he said.

Three years of marriage ended with a line and a pen that trembled in her hand. It wasn't the papers that hurt—it was the way he didn't even flinch when she did.

Amelia Hart walked out of his penthouse that night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heartbeat. She'd given Daniel Sterling everything—her love, her identity, her silent devotion—only to be discarded the moment she became inconvenient.

But when the empire he built begins to fall, when the cold CEO who never looked back suddenly needs the woman he threw away, he returns with the same hands that once let her go, now reaching for what he destroyed.

Only this time, there's a clause he didn't read…

“I'm pregnant.”

Those three words should have been the happiest moment of Elena Whitfield Voss's life. Instead, a single photo of her husband in a hotel room and a message from another woman shatter the future she has dreamed of for her marriage.

For three years, Elena has loved billionaire CEO, Damien Voss with her whole heart. She sacrificed her dream and devoted herself to their home. She never questioned his late nights, his distant nature, or the walls he kept around his emotions. She believed their marriage was unshakable.

Until doubt finds its way in.

The more Elena searches for the truth, the more impossible it becomes to tell what's real and what's a lie. Every answer only leads to another secret, and every secret pushes her further away from the man she thought she knew.

Heartbroken, Elena walks away without revealing the secret growing inside her, a child Damien has always wanted.

Only after losing his wife does Damien realize the woman he took for granted has always been the one who owns his heart. But by then, the lies have already torn them apart.

But when love is buried beneath suspicion, silence, and shattered trust, can the truth still bring two hearts back together?

Or has someone already made sure there is no way back?

He took me in his arms and my breast rubbed against his broad chest, I could barely concentrate as my eyes saw flashes of myself moaning, my breast jiggling as it slammed his broad. Fuck, it didn't end at kissing.
"Fuck!" I screech as he had tore off my clothes before I could think for a moment, I didn't even had a bra except my underwear.Hastily I covered my bare breast with my palm.
"Turn around" he ordered and keeping a stern look at me, I sensed he was controlling himself as he gulps hard.


After having an issue with her husband, stumbles upon a bar, had a one-night stand accidentally with a stranger, only to wake up to find herself abducted. In an attempt to escape, there was a ship wreck and she gets stuck with her abductor on a dangerous planet with deadly creatures.
Now she has to survive on this strange planet and avoid her abductor but would that be possible when she is suddenly wanted by the entire planet?
How will she survive on this planet when on the first day, she got captured by a creature?
Who could she probably be?
All she wants is to go home!
All he wants to deliver her as a package!

THE LAST RAID TEAM
He was the weakest member. They left him to die. That was their mistake.
Ryn Castel was always the odd one out, a C-rank scout in one of the nation's top guilds, kept on the roster only because the Guild Master was his oldest friend. He knew it. Everyone knew it.
So when the Iron Void Guild descended into the Abyssal Vault, a Rank S dungeon with zero successful clears, Ryn expected to prove himself.
He didn't expect to watch forty-nine people die in eleven minutes.
He didn't expect to watch his best friend walk out the gate and seal it behind him.
And he didn't expect the dungeon to send him a notification no living hunter had ever received.
[FORSAKEN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED] Survival rate of all previous Forsaken entities: 0.0%. Do you accept?
He accepted.
Not to survive. Not to escape.
To make one man look him in the eye again from the wrong end of everything Ryn was about to become.
Forty floors. No party. No healer. Broken gear. And a class the system has never seen before, one that grows stronger with every person he's lost, and Ryn has lost forty-nine.
The world above thinks he's dead.
They have no idea what's coming back up.

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.

Everyone told me to stay away from him.
The dragon shifter. The last of his kind. The boy whose shadow eats the light.

I didn't listen.

I was just a girl who couldn't shift. No magic. No past. Just a grandmother's secret and a letter that shouldn't have been mine. Northwind Academy was supposed to be my answer. Instead, it became my battlefield.

He sat alone in every class. People crossed the room to avoid him. They called him cursed. A killer. A monster.

But when his magic spiraled out of control—his shadow swallowing the Training Ground—he didn't hurt me. He held me. And something ancient inside my chest woke up.

Now my blood burns with fire I can't name. My skin glows gold when danger comes. And every touch from him sends my heart into a war I'm not sure I'll survive.

They say a dragon's heart is a curse.
But falling for him?
That might be my destiny.

Lia charges for a striptease. Carrying a customer barefoot to the hospital should cost extra.

Instead, saving an old man gets her fired.

No job. No back pay. Apparently, doing the decent thing is expensive.

She can dodge wandering hands, fight a boss over stolen wages, and send an insult straight back with a smile. But one message from the man who promised to marry her can still keep her awake all night.

Then nightclub owner Victor makes an offer.

Five hundred dollars. One performance.

Lia wants a life away from the stage. Victor seems determined to bring her back. He’s seen her at her worst, heard exactly what she thinks of him, and somehow keeps showing up.

She’s beginning to wonder what, exactly, he sees in her.

And there’s one question she still hasn’t asked the old man in the hospital.

What was he really looking for when he asked her to undress?

"No. I don't want you. Look at yourself. You wouldn't survive a single day in my pack. You're weak."
Every shifter dreams of finding their mate. Tamara had that dream too, hoping for a loving mate just like her father. Instead, fate binds her to Alpha North, the feared ruler of the ruthless Night Sword Pack.
Tamara had never fought for anything in her life, but now she has to fight for her mate, for her title, and for acceptance in a pack that refuses to welcome strangers.
She is thrown into the deadly Luna trials, forced to battle women who have spent years preparing to become Luna. Women who would gladly spill her blood to take the title and take the mate the goddess chose for her. She has no other option but to fight for the man she loves.
But beneath the pack's brutal traditions lies a dark secret capable of destroying everything Night Sword has built.
As a rebellion rises and blood stains sacred ground, Tamara realizes that surviving the trials is no longer her greatest challenge.
Saving the man who rejected her may be.
But how much can she take before she finally gives up?

When Nyra Vale catches her husband cheating the night before their anniversary, betrayal is only the beginning.
Because Victor wasn’t just unfaithful—he planned to murder her and steal everything she owned.
But before the knife can claim her life, a mysterious book erupts with magic and drags them both into another world.
A world of bloodthirsty nobles, ancient curses, and dangerous desire.
Now trapped inside the fantasy novel she had just begun reading, Nyra wakes in the body of Evelina Ashborne—the infamous witch known as the Mistress of Ruin. Worse still, she is fated to two powerful vampire princes who hate her for sins she never committed.
Cold, savage Cassian wants the bond destroyed.
Elegant, calculating Kaelen wants to use her power.
And then there is the third man fate never warned her about—
A seductive incubus with wicked smiles, dark secrets, and a dangerous obsession with Nyra herself.
As enemies become lovers, passion ignites, and hidden truths unravel, Nyra discovers Victor has been reborn here too… as the deadliest hunter in the realm.
And according to the story—
He is destined to kill the men who now crave her.
But Nyra never finished the book.
Which means she has no idea who will betray her next…
or who she will have to kill to survive.

When the formidable matriarch of the city's most powerful mafia family dies, she leaves behind one final command. Every member of the family must return to the ancestral estate and remain there for seven days. Each evening, they must gather for dinner. Only if they fulfill her wishes will her fortune be divided.

None of them expect the true inheritance to be buried beneath silver.

As the first dinner begins, an ornate silver dome is lifted to reveal a secret the family has spent decades hiding. The following night uncovers another. With every revelation, old alliances fracture, accusations fly, and the walls of the estate close in around them. Lies become weapons, blood ties become liabilities, and everyone at the table has something to lose.

For the Don, the week becomes a nightmare. The family he trusted is not the family he thought he knew, and the memory of his dead wife—killed in a tragic accident three years ago—haunts every secret brought to light. Meanwhile, an overlooked cousin from an illegitimate branch and a mysterious distant relative unexpectedly find themselves caught in the center of a deadly game neither of them asked to play. Can they ride out the storm by clinging to each other?

Someone has spent years preparing this reckoning. Every dinner is another move in a carefully orchestrated plan. Every secret brings the family one step closer to ruin.

By the seventh night, the final silver dome will reveal a truth so devastating that nothing—not the family, the empire, or the inheritance—will ever be the same.

I kept a list. Ninety-eight times my husband chose another woman over me.

Missed birthdays, ruined anniversaries, broken promises—all for his "patient" Sophia, who seemed to have a medical emergency every time we had plans.

"It's just my job, Emma," he would say. "You understand."

Ryan thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He was wrong.

After an incident, I was determined to leave him, and before I left, I gave him an unforgettable "gift."

After being stood up for the ninety-ninth time while attempting to register for marriage, I sent my fiancé a breakup message. He had allowed me to be let down ninety-nine times, dismissing my asthma as mere pretentiousness and perceiving my sacrifices as acts of greed, all the while lavishing his patience upon another woman. It was only when he had his mistress select a cheap necklace for me and sketched explicit nudes of her that I realized these seven years were not a narrative of profound love, but rather an absurd farce playing out solely in my life. The moment I dispatched the breakup message, I never envisioned that this man, who viewed me as dispensable, would later pursue me with a frenzied obsession.

For years, Isabella Hart stood beside billionaire Nathan Wolfe. She helped build his empire from a struggling startup into a global powerhouse, but then everything collapsed.
When a massive financial scandal threatened the company, Nathan made a choice. To save himself, he blamed his wife. The evidence was fabricated, the media destroyed her, and the man she loved signed the documents that sent her to prison. Pregnant. Miscarriaged.
Three years later, Isabella walks free. Everyone expects the disgraced ex-wife to disappear quietly. Instead, she returns as the newly appointed CEO of the investment group that just acquired Nathan's biggest competitor. Now she's wealthier, more powerful, and completely untouchable.
For the first time, Nathan is forced to confront the truth. His wife was innocent. The people he trusted betrayed them both, and the woman he sacrificed is the one person he has never been able to forget.
As corporate war erupts between their companies, Nathan finds himself fighting two impossible battles: saving his empire and winning back the woman he destroyed.
But Isabella isn't interested in apologies. This time, if Nathan wants a second chance, he'll have to prove he's willing to lose everything for her the way she once lost everything for him.


"Bella," he said, his voice cracking. "I am so sorry. I will do anything."
"Your apologies are entirely useless to me," I said. My voice did not change. It stayed completely calm.
"I will give you everything back!" he begged loudly. His fingers gripped my desk tighter. "I will let you ruin me! Please, just look at me like you used to!"
"I am looking at you," I said. "And I feel absolutely nothing. Mr. Wolfe, if you wish to discuss liquidation, make an appointment with my secretary. Get out."

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And then he pushed his cck inside her once more. He had a hold of her hips and he kept her in place as he went back to fuking her hard.

She felt her breasts swinging backward and forward once more as he thrust at her pusy.
She could feel a slight ache, a throbbing, in her pusy.

“Oh Fuck me Peter fck me! Fill me with your cm!!
That di*k feels soo freaking good!”

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.

At the Eternal Night Realm admission ceremony, Carly suddenly grabs my hand.

My heart pounds. I think he is going to announce our relationship to the entire continent.

Instead, he says, "Eve, thanks for everything these past five years. But Lym didn't make the cut. She's hurting right now, and I need to go back and be there for her."

He crushes the realm token right in front of thousands of people.

For five years, I hid my pureblood lord identity. I drained my magic until I literally coughed up blood, quietly paving every step of his way.

I thought we loved each other. I thought after this ceremony we would rise to the top together.

But his casual thanks for everything crushes five years of my devotion into dust.

What is even more laughable is that the moment the online backlash hits Lym, he calls me on the comms.

"Eve! You need to put out a statement to clear this up right now! As my friend, you owe me this!"

Friend?

My hand holding the crystal shakes.

I tried twenty times to finalize my betrothal with Caius for our overseas fellowship, but accidents kept hurting me. I thought it was fate’s test—until I heard him admit he planned it all. He wanted another girl, using my pain to make me quit, all to keep his reputation clean. Now awake, I ended this lie for good.

At the Met Gala, I heard my husband tell his friends in French that I'm "boring." That his 22-year-old girlfriend is "so much more exciting in bed."

He laughed when they asked if I knew. "Elle ne comprend même pas 'bonjour'." (She doesn't even understand 'bonjour'.)

What Marcus doesn't know: I spent two years at the Sorbonne.

Je comprends tout, Marcus. I understand everything.

The diamond necklace he gave me after my miscarriage suddenly feels too tight. I smile at him across the champagne and candlelight.

He has no idea what's coming.

I'm dead.

Died that rainy night, desperate because I couldn't scrape together five thousand dollars to save my dog.

Liam laughed at me over the phone—my childhood friend told me to quit the sob story. His new girlfriend Sarah said I should get on my knees and beg if I wanted her to toss me some scraps. They had no idea every dollar I owed those loan sharks was to cover up Liam's hit-and-run.

My dog died. So I jumped into Black Lake.

It wasn't until they pulled my body from the water that Liam found the surveillance footage in that tin box and realized what a massive mistake he'd made. Then he snapped, dragging Sarah and everyone else who killed me down into the depths, one by one.

Too bad it was already too late.

After a car accident robbed Galvin of his memory, lies twisted him into hating Ellie—the woman he once sacrificed everything to protect.
Tormented and humiliated by him daily, Ellie’s love for Galvin faded completely. He made her sleep like a dog, stripped her before men, and forced her to kneel for his stepsister who stole him from her.
Only when Ellie gave up on love and jumped into the sea did Galvin’s memory return. In the splendid capital, all witnessed a madman desperately searching for his lost wife…

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the duct tape binding my wrists, and the second was that I had been kidnapped by a billionaire mafia boss who grabbed the wrong girl.

I would like to say my first reaction was brave, but it was mostly just panic. I was shoved into a massive stone mansion—the kind with gold columns and chandeliers the size of cars. If I was going to be kidnapped, I honestly expected something a little less... expensive.

I was dragged into a room full of terrifying men in suits. That’s when he walked in. Adrian DeLuca. Tall, broad-shouldered, with intense green eyes and a calmly dangerous physique that made everyone else in the room freeze. He was the CEO of Kidnapping, and annoyingly attractive. He stared at me, his sharp jawline tight, and said calmly, "This isn’t the Viper’s daughter. Who is this?"

I exhaled. "Well, you kidnapped me by mistake. Can I go home now? I have tuition to pay."

But Adrian didn't laugh. He stepped closer, his presence suffocatingly powerful. He had run a background check. "Your mother's maiden name is Volkov," he whispered, his eyes dark with a lethal promise. "The woman we intended to kidnap is the Viper’s daughter... and so are you."

My brain stalled. My absentee father was a ruthless crime lord?

"You are useful to me now," Adrian commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You will remain in this house. You will go where I tell you, and you will do what I tell you."

I glared at him. "You don't own me!"

He leaned in, his breath brushing my ear. "I do now."

On our three-year anniversary, my boyfriend took me on an island vacation to see the ocean, only for a tragic accident to plunge us both into the watery depths.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our college graduation ceremony two years ago.

When he stood on stage and announced he wanted to thank the most important woman in his life, my eyes welled up.

I waited for him to propose, just like he had in our past life.

Instead, he slipped the diamond ring onto the finger of the wealthy heiress who had relentlessly chased him.

At that moment, it hit me—he had been reborn, too.

I thought he was just sick of the crushing poverty we had endured, desperate to take a shortcut by marrying into a tycoon's family.

Going our separate ways seemed like the best ending I could ask for.

That was, until I stumbled upon him in a hospital corridor, grabbing a doctor by the collar and roaring:

"I didn't turn back time at that island just to let Daphne die again!"

A fallen hockey captain with a shattered reputation. A struggling artist with a dying mother. One fake deal born out of desperation, one that neither of them can afford to lose.

Dean Morgan is one scandal away from losing everything: his career, his team, and the last shred of respect the league still pretends to have for him. Lucius Kemper is out of time, out of money, and out of options as his mother’s life hangs on a surgery he cannot afford.

So when Dean offers Lucius a contract instead of charity, they agree to a lie that looks dangerously real in the eyes of the world.

But behind closed doors, nothing about their arrangement stays simple. Because the more they pretend, the harder it becomes to tell where the act ends… and where something far more dangerous begins.

As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, the mate-link deep in my mind flared with the thoughts of my Alpha husband, Cullen:
 
'I only had my men give Ayla ten lashes to let Selena vent her frustration. How is she bleeding this much?'
 
'She must be using fake blood again, trying to guilt-trip me into coaxing her.'
 
What he didn't know was that those ten lashes had claimed the life of our two-month-old unborn baby.
 
Nor did he know that I had just been diagnosed with terminal Wolfsbane Necrosis. I had permanently lost my werewolf healing abilities.
 
This wasn't the first time he had hurt me for Selena's sake.
 
When Selena suffered from insomnia, he extracted my heart's blood to use as her cure; when she needed to vent her temper, he turned a blind eye as his guards held my head under the freezing waters of the icy lake.
 
And this time, Selena had caused an absolute catastrophe, provoking a savage pack of rogue wolves.
 
Cullen looked down at my curled-up, trembling form, his tone leaving no room for argument:
 
"Since you are the Luna, you should bear the responsibility. Go to the rogue camp and take the fall for Selena."
 
"With a werewolf's physique, taking a beating won't kill you."
 
He didn't know that Selena had already bribed those rogues to torture me to death.
 
But I didn't cry and beg for myself like I usually did. I simply leaned against the wall and forced myself to stand.
 
"Fine. I'll go."
 
For a split second, a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes. He had no idea that those words were my final goodbye to him.

For two whole years, my boyfriend faked being broke just to play me. I slept less than four hours a night, working three grueling jobs to pay off his "debts." I foolishly thought that as long as I worked hard enough, our lives would eventually get better.

That was until the night I was out delivering food and stumbled upon his lavish pool party. I caught him holding another woman in his arms, recklessly squandering my hard-earned money. The woman was my college classmate—someone who always bragged about being a wealthy heiress.

He was never in debt. His elaborate lie was just to avenge her for a petty college grudge. He wanted to break me and watch me suffer like a dog. Furious, I crashed the party, only for him to call the cops and have me thrown into a holding cell on the spot.

That very night, the hospital called—my grandmother was dying. Kneeling on the cold floor of the police station, I tearfully begged him on the phone to bail me out so I could see her one last time.

He didn't believe me. He just laughed, told me to stay in there and "learn my lesson," and hung up the phone.

I never got to say goodbye to my grandmother.

Just when I was pushed to the absolute edge of despair, I received an unexpected revelation about my true identity: my biological parents were actually massively successful entrepreneurs, and they had left me an unimaginable fortune.

And the woman clinging to his side? Her glamorous "heiress" status was a complete and utter lie.

I spent ten years following Ashton around like it was my job. He said jump, I jumped. He said he was hungry, I went and made him a sandwich. His homework, his fights, his messes — I handled all of it. I thought that's what being close to someone meant.
Then at the fall pep rally, in front of two thousand people, he strapped me to a platform, blasted me with paint, and let his girlfriend laugh at me through a megaphone.
I was the punchline. I threw up on camera. The video went viral before I even hit the ground.
So I did the one thing nobody expected — I vanished. New school, new city, new number. Every trace of him, gone.
I thought that was the end of it.
But Ashton doesn't let go of what he thinks is his. And what he's willing to do to drag me back? I wasn't even close to ready for that.

Five years ago, Maya Vale came to a gala with a pregnancy test hidden in her clutch, ready to tell her billionaire husband, Adrian Cross, that they might finally have a child.

Instead, Adrian stood silent while his powerful family accused her of leaking pediatric records, stripped her of her work, and pushed her out of the marriage that should have protected her. Maya left with one secret and one rule: no one from the Cross family would ever get quiet access to her child.

Five years later, Maya returns as the founder of ValeCare and the mother of Lily, the daughter Adrian never knew existed. She did not come back to be claimed. She came back with rules, boundaries, and a life built far away from the Cross name.

But when Adrian sees Lily, the truth breaks open. His regret is immediate, but Maya refuses to let guilt become possession. As old accusations resurface and the Cross family reaches for Lily through schools, headlines, and family pressure, Maya must protect her daughter while forcing Adrian to face the truth he once refused to defend.

Can a man who erased his pregnant wife ever earn the right to stand beside her again?

I built Elias’s billion-dollar FinTech core system from the ground up. We once endured countless late nights in a basement, vowing to stick together. After the IPO, he grew obsessed with his fragile step-sister Mia. He shared my confidential code with her, ignored my pregnancy emergency, and lost our baby while comforting her. He even erased the secret love note I hid on page three of our architecture. Months later, his business crumbled, and he begged me for forgiveness with diamonds and his CEO resignation. But every chance he had is gone. I’ve built my own thriving tech company, and I’m never coming back.

My mad mother, in her final moments, pressed a set of Russian nesting dolls into my arms.
"These cost me thirty years of my life. In return, they'll give you three ways out of death."
The first doll told me to go to a bar and bring home the third strange man I met.
The second doll, she said to open on the eve of my wedding. There was no note inside. Only a photograph — my groom, killing a woman wearing the exact same wedding dress as mine.
Three years later, on the eve of another wedding, I opened the last doll. I read the note, smiled, and dropped it in the trash.
It was only later that I understood —
This mad woman saw more clearly than anyone sane in this world.
Mom, I'm sorry.

I've caught my fiancé Henry cheating ninety-nine times. And every single time, I forgave him.

That's because I have this rare condition—short-term memory loss. Every morning, I wake up with no memory of what happened the day before.

But then, out of nowhere, a car accident actually cured me.

I was so excited. I rushed over to tell Henry the good news, but stopped cold when I heard him outside the door, joking around with his friends:

"Didn't Judy get sick because she walked in on you and Kenna having sex?"

For a century, Carlos and I were the most envied lovers of the Dawn Court—yet our story ended in a cage of mutual, agonizing torment.

He loathed me for shattering a forbidden spell to forcefully awaken his memories, a desperate act that drove his precious half-elf, Lilia, to plunge to her death from the Astral Tower.

And I resented him for completely erasing our sacred vows. The very man who had once taken a lethal dragon's breath to save my life had awakened only to draw his blade against my throat—and offer his heart to my closest friend.

For the dark centuries that followed, he chained me in a sunless dungeon, using every conceivable cruelty to break my spirit.

Right up until my mana withered and I drew my last, agonizing breath, the venom he had spat through gritted teeth still echoed in the darkness: "Cecilia, you disgust me. I would rather have never remembered you at all."

In the cold embrace of death, clarity finally pierced my obsession. I understood then that I never should have used the ashes of our past to chain a man whose heart had already moved on.

I opened my eyes and found myself thrust back to the exact day Carlos returned hand-in-hand with Lilia, his memories entirely wiped clean...

Ryan Aldridge had one rule: he showed up for whoever needed him most.

The problem was, it was never me.

Throat swelling shut in the ER? He was unclogging Sloane Harrington's drain. Anniversary dinner? He left between courses because Sloane was "spiraling."

I forgave it every time. I was the cool girl. The understanding fiancée.

Then my studio caught fire, and a beam came down on my chest.

I lay there—bleeding, pinned, choking on smoke—and watched Ryan vault over me to carry out a woman with a sprained ankle.

"Jocelyn, come on. You can handle this. Look at her—she's shaking."

Something in me went still. Not broken. Finished.

I twisted off the ring with blood-slick fingers and let it disappear into the ash.

Then I disappeared too.

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.

Ten years ago, on the day my family was destroyed, Ezra Ashford promised to marry me.
Ten years passed. He refused to honor that promise, and he refused to mark me. The feral instincts in my blood were growing wilder by the day, pushing me to the brink of madness—yet he turned around, announced his engagement to Ophelia, the beloved daughter of the Silvermane Pack, and casually sold me off to Rhysand, a scarred, half-burned monster who cleaned corpses for a living.
On his wedding night, Ezra actually abandoned Ophelia, kicking down my door in his tailored tuxedo.
Only to freeze in his tracks.
I sat naked on the edge of the bed. Rhysand, the supposedly lowly corpse cleaner, had me wrapped in his arms. The bite mark on the back of my neck was still bleeding.

Will a man learn to love me if I’m good to him long enough?

I tried for seven years to warm his heart.
I thought if I just held on a little longer, he’d finally see me.
Because I loved him so deeply.

But what did I get in return?
His endless tenderness for another woman.
I pretended I didn’t care, until pneumonia landed me in the hospital.

On the day I was discharged, I found him standing there with our daughter, his whole world focused on caring for that woman.
Even my daughter, whom I’d raised with everything I had, wished that woman was her mother.

In that moment, my heart died completely.

I left the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked back into the chemical industry.
So what if seven years of marriage had worn me down?
I was still the top genius in my field.

But the divorce I’d wanted so badly never went through.
The man who once couldn’t have been colder to me now held on to me tighter than ever.
Our daughter refused to leave my side.

When he found my divorce papers,
the always cold and arrogant man pushed me against the wall and growled:

“Divorce? You’re mine. For life.”

For five years of secret marriage to Sebastian Hawthorne—one of New York's most powerful attorneys—he still refused to let our son Quinn call him "Daddy" in public.
At the firm, I was his on-call senior associate, the invisible workhorse cleaning up his messes and handling his impossible cases. At home, I was the single mother who stopped waiting up for a husband who never came home for dinner.
Everyone knew the new intern, Delilah Vance, was his favorite—a federal judge's daughter, his hand-picked "rising star."
I used to believe that if I worked hard enough, if Quinn behaved perfectly, the heart beneath all that arrogance would eventually soften.
Until that rainy night when he threw his wife of five years and their son out of their own home to comfort Delilah over some fabricated stalker scare.
And while Quinn collapsed in my arms, gasping through a severe allergic reaction, Sebastian was raising champagne with that woman at an impossible-to-book French restaurant, celebrating her win in a pointless mock trial.
Watching my son's pale face and the hope slowly dying in his eyes, five years of one-sided devotion finally reached its verdict.
The case is closed, Sebastian. I'm done.

My husband's first love was in trouble.
When the news came, I was lying on the operating table.
Dr. Miller put down his scalpel and said to Dr. Johnson, "I'll leave my wife's surgery to you."

"If I don’t go now, I might regret it for the rest of my life."

With that, he turned and walked away.
Watching my husband's retreating figure, I couldn't hold back—tears fell.
The next second, the cold blade of a scalpel touched my skin.

Dr. Johnson spoke calmly, "Why the tears? With me here, you'll be fine."