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The Goddess of the Moon does not make things easier for our beloved Emilly when she decides to write her destiny with a wolf beyond hot. Since she was a child, she admired her parents' relationship and dreamed of one day being like this with her partner, but what her future held were unexpected revelations and an overwhelming romance that would completely change her life.
Over time, Emilly realized that her connection with the wolf was not only physical but also spiritual and emotional. There was something deeper uniting them, something that transcended the differences between species and made them one.
This is a story with a deep and genuine connection between two souls that complete each other.

After three years of marriage, I caught my husband cheating.

At his victory banquet, separated only by a thin wall, I watched him with his mistress. As she swallowed his massive length, she mocked me for being "ordinary," "cold," and "boring."

When I was kidnapped and nearly defiled, I didn't receive comfort. Instead, my husband looked at me with undisguised loathing.

He wasn't worried about my trauma—he was afraid I had contracted an STD!

Done with the disappointment and pain, I finally made my decision.
I’m done with you!

But after the divorce, my ex-husband turned into a obsessed stalker. With bloodshot eyes and a choking voice, he demanded, "Do you even have a heart? Why can't you see how much I love you?"

Laughable.
Love?

I spat back, "Your love only makes me sick!"

As my ex-husband knelt in the dirt, begging for a way back, my new husband pulled me into his arms.

He is a man of supreme status and noble elegance. He looked down at my ex with eyes like frost.

"Coveting my wife? You’re not even worthy."

"I will come back here, Braelyn Haralson. I will return, destroying you and everything you love," he'd whispered, silent tears pooling in his eyes, but he'd never let them fall.


THE RETURN OF THE REJECTED ALPHA
"Did you fuck him?" he asked softly, running the dull edge of the blade against my erect nipple.

"No," I replied honestly.

"Did you want to?" Saint stared at my chest as I shook my head in reply.

"Use your words, Princess. I'm playing with your nipple, and I'd hate to slip." “No, I didn't," I whimpered, gasping as the blade cut into my breast. Saint lowered his heated mouth, trailing his tongue over the small cut he'd made. His saliva healed the wound, but the bite of pain remained as he stood back, studying me.

Oh, God, I am going to be sick, and I can't stand Jayson Woods!

"So, why are you staring over at him, Ashely? My inner voice inside my mind told me with a smug voice.

"I am not!
Oh, shut up! I spoke.
I looked over at him with two girls under his arms.
Oh, Look at him! Like he doesn't have a care in the world. He makes me sick.

Asshole!

He is such a man whore.
"Well, what do you expect with the kind of guys.
They are called man whore for a reason. So, envoy, my wolf, said inside my mind with a growl. She is not happy with what he's been doing with the other girls, not us.
Of course, he doesn't care. He doesn't care about our feelings. As long he gets some.
So, screw him and his sexy devilish melt your panties smile.
I don't need him.
But then again...
I am curious...
So, I wonder if he knew it was me, he was kissing and touching me last month at Emilia's birthday party where I was hiding away from the loud music and noise.
But instead, I ran into him.
And we ughhh, I scream inside my head.

We had sex!
We had sex!!
I kept repeat in my head.

We all have secrets. Especially me!

For years he has been alone suffering in darkness.  Yet, no one would have ever known with so many women surrounding him that Julian the Alpha King, secretly desires something that no one has ever been able to give him so far. 
Arabella, a 17 year old who just wants to have fun, ends up meeting him in a twist of fate.  Now that he has her in his grasp, how does he make her understand that all he wants is her love when she tries so desperately to escape from what she thinks is the big bad wolf?

The thirty+ year-old Babida the lumberjack unexpectedly meets the beautiful eighteen-year-old Suzie in Ekule's forest located in the Batang empire in Africa, an imaginary land. There starts an epic adventure between the two lovebirds.

At first, the young maiden Suzie mistakes the woodsman for a stalker before later nurturing an admiration for him when she learns that he is a war-time hero, a brute force of nature who slayed the Monster of the forbidden mountain over a decade ago.

The villain was a ferocious bird ten meters tall for twenty thousand kilograms that attacked the empire and was on the verge of destroying everything, including the imperial palace.

At the time of the aggression, Suzie was still a three-year-old toddler.

A man of boundless courage decided to step in the beast's way to save the land and it was no one else but Babida the lumberjack.

This incredible tale filled with magic, romance, and mysteries immerses the reader and makes him long for even more.

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Natalie is the only daughter of the Morge pack’s alpha. She concealed her identity and married Norwan, the Alpha of the Northan Clan. After being misunderstood by Nowan, she decisively dissolved her mateship with Norwan and returned to her pack. Natalie promised herself that she would take revenge for what Drixie and Cora did to her.

"Eric was my nemesis. The school bully had a laser focus on me as his target. As if high school wasn't hard enough.
Even worse, he was quite possibly the one person that seemed to know me best.
All I wanted was to avoid Eric but he had a knack for showing up whenever I wanted to avoid him most.
Then we made that bet...
I believed that the only girl dirt biker in the contest, Tomboy, would win this year. But Eric thought otherwise...And he was willing to bet me a week of slavery on it.
We'll see who is obeying who by week's end..."

After being kidnapped by the biggest piece of shit humankind has ever known—Jason Deymar, the most hated Duke in the U.S.—I’m dragged to a prison built for Rogue Dukes.
To survive the prison while I discover who killed one of my closest friends, who died in here, I’m forced to make a pact with three of them. They’ll keep me safe… as long as I belong to them.
It’s supposed to be temporary—just until I find a way out of this hellhole. But when I catch them watching me in the dead of night, it feels anything but temporary. And it can’t be.
A Lady would never allow herself to get tangled up with Dukes. Unless they are the only thing keeping me safe.

**“She never thought she would fall for the man who stole her.

The elders were cruel, feared by all. Their leader’s daughter lived a quiet life, hidden from the world, carrying the pain of losing her mother.

But when a powerful alpha, burning with revenge, kidnaps her to hurt the elders, everything changes.

Trapped in his world, torn between fear and strange feelings she can’t explain, she starts to see the man behind the monster. And he begins to see more than just the elder’s daughter.

In a world ruled by hate and revenge, will love be their greatest battle?”**

For three years, I played the perfect, obedient girlfriend, only to hear Adam say I was just "bottled water" compared to his intoxicating ex. Fine. I packed my bags, dumped the scumbag, and returned to my true identity: the billionaire heiress of the Hart family.

I thought I was done with men, until my arranged marriage partner turned out to be Noah Stone—the cold, untouchable tycoon. In the dimly lit car, he gently swept the hair from my neck and whispered, "I'd trade everything I have now for her affection."

Now, Adam is begging on his knees, while Vivian tries to destroy me. But as Noah suddenly pulls me into a breathtaking, possessive kiss, I realize something dangerous... Why is this terrifyingly powerful billionaire so obsessed with me?

He was a genius. He read through an entire library in six months.

He thought he had it all — a good family, a bright future, and a life everyone believed would lead to greatness. He believed it too. Until everything was stripped away from him.

His entire family was killed in a single day, yet powerful figures quickly ruled it a suicide. The public slandered their name, and he was left alone to bear the weight of the shame.

And then came the bullying. The whispers, and the cruel stares. Until he could not take it anymore.
So, he disappeared without a trace.

Ten years later, he is back. No longer the brilliant, innocent boy they once knew, but a man sharpened by pain, silence, and vengeance.

And he will do anything tho destroy everyone who ruined him.

She buried her parents, shedding tears of blood as the only family she had left was gone. She was left alone in a brutal world but that wasn’t the scary fact. She was a cursed individual who has to live forever without dying.
The curse of immortality will force her to live and watch her beloved ones dying, while she remains powerless to stop it.
A woman who has a cold heart and is not moved by anything, will her heart be moved by the disciple she took in?
Will she be able to finally open her heart to someone and love like any other person?
Will she be able to break the curse plaguing her?

Never make a deal with a billionaire, especially one who is a vampire....
The deal is simple: if I spend a month with a mysterious billionaire, owner of the Fresh Blood Casino in Louisiana, he will forget my father's gambling debts. If it means saving our family's home and business, I'll do anything.
With his arrogance, strength, sensuality and dominance, Arthur Hollow is a mystery to me. But it doesn't matter how attractive he is. This is purely a business arrangement. Arthur can have any woman he wants and it makes no sense for him to be interested in a virgin like me. I'm certainly not going to fall in love with a guy who thinks he can possess me.
So I'm looking for a way to break free. When I discover that I'm the prey and that there are those who want my blood, Arthur claims he can protect me. But can I trust one of his kind?
When this started, I thought I would lose everything. Now I don't know if I'm going to make it out alive....

Olivia Adler moves from Chicago to East Texas after escaping an abusive marriage. In a desperate bid to overcome the pain and humiliation of divorce, she buys a house sight unseen. The cheery yellow a frame house in the woods looked to be the perfect sanctuary when she bought came across it online. Determined to make a new life for herself, she throws herself into her new community. Soon she has a new group of friends teaching her the Southern Way. A hot blonde that just wants to make her happy. Plus plans to renovate the old house into the current century. She hopes the renovations will fix all the light anomalies creating weird shadows in all the mirrors and pictures. It would be so much easier to focus on the new her if she didn't keep hearing footsteps from the locked room upstairs.

The Dragon King slammed her against the door, one hand gripping her jaw, tilting her face up to his burning red eyes.

“You walked into my castle, little spy. Lying and hiding, pretending to be one of my slaves while seducing me with your body.”

He growled low against her throat, soa close she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

His dark magic curled around her wrists, binding her in his chains, spreading her legs apart for him while she whimpered in fear. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out exactly what you are?”

For a thousand years, Heartkind and The Nexium have been locked in a war over the fate of humanity.

The Heartwalkers spread peace and light, finding soulmates for the humans and giving them life’s greatest gift of love, while the Nexium spread hatred and despair, dragging the human world toward destruction.

Cupid is the greatest Heartwalker alive, but when time comes to reward her efforts, she is banished instead.

Her magic is failing, everything she has built begins to collapse, and in a final desperate moment, she is given one last chance to save herself and all of Heartkind.

In thirty days, Cupid must hide herself within Nexium territory and do the impossible. Find him the Dark King a soulmate.

If her plan works, he will surrender his heart to his one true love and the age of fear and hatred will end forever.

Soon the line between enemy and lover begins to blur, and with time running out, a war on the horizon and the whole world hanging in the balance, will she complete the mission and walk away?

Or will she lose everything she came to save, including herself, to the enemy she was never supposed to love?

The world almost ended for her when she was eight years old. Laura, a powerful werewolf with witch-like abilities, witnessed her kingdom shattering. She was forced to flee from her world concealing her true identity.

But when she fell in love with a human, it seemed the new world had other plans for her. She was once again drawn into a complex plot designed to destroy her life. Yet… she went behind her responsibilities, breaking her heart and locking her love. Nevertheless… Her unending love heeded her.

Grey Flexis tried to hide his glitches from the rest of the world, but he realised he couldn't hide from his love. Desperate to win his love he takes unexpected paths that shocked him. Nevertheless… Laura encountered a stumbling block as a result of his unending love.

Let us walk together to their Destiny to unravel the mysteries in their lives.

A love that goes beyond the barriers of time and space.
A woman who carries in her blood the power to beget a new generation of wolves.
A man embittered by life who will do anything to have the woman he lost in another life.
A villain who will not measure scruples so that this love will not have a happy ending.
A society long forgotten

Helena always dreamed of becoming a teacher; she was the pride of her whole family, the first in her family to go to college.

Ever since she was a little girl, she has dreams of a mysterious man and two giant wolves who fight a mortal battle for her.

On her first day of school, she meets Argo, the man who appears in her dreams. A doctor in Greek culture, he was lost in the corridors of the university, just as Helena was lost in his arms, something tells her to stay far away.

Argo is a Shifter wolf, eldest son of the mighty Nicolas Licáon, the alpha of the oldest Greek pack, and is completely mesmerized, she was his predestined mate.

In the past, they were separated in a tragic way, and fate has given them a new chance for a happy ending... Could it be?

"You just don’t get it, do you? She’s nothing more than a fucking pawn. I’ll marry her, take her money, and then toss her aside like the trash she is."
THE REBIRTH OF THE BETRAYED VILLAIN

All along he didn't love love.

They didn't love me.
I was nothing. Just an object to be used and discarded when they were done.

In the country of Arboris, there is a long-established kingdom called Veridian. In Veridian, the Queen is not chosen by the people, but by the roots. When the Mother Tree names Commander Soren Vane Delve as the "Bearer of the Heir," the high-ranking officials were stunned. Veridian's long history reveals that there was a "Queen" who was also a man, but for many years, they had never seen it in person. Moreover the chosen one is Commander Soren Vane Delve, he led the North’s fiercest knights and never bowed to anyone. To save his sister from a deadly crystallization disease, Soren must trade his sword for a silk gown and his pride for a womb. The “Queen” should eat the Marrow Pear from the Mother Tree so they can bear the heir. And now, he is forced to become the Queen of King Lucian, a man he views as a fragile porcelain doll who only knows how to pray in church. However, as Womb-Bloom's tattoo burns into his skin, Soren realizes that the "weak" King hides a power that could break the Commander's steel heart.

Annabelle Andromeda, orphaned alchemist turned unwilling bride, dies betrayed in a kingdom that sees her as nothing but a pawn; only to turn back time and seize a second chance. In a court of werewolves bound by ancient laws and poisoned by deceit, she becomes more than a mate: she is strategist, survivor, and the rightful heir to a throne steeped in blood. Torn between the Alpha who crowned her, the childhood love who never let her go, her life was more complicated than she ever thought it would be. Would she seize this second chance, or is the politics of an entire kingdom too much for her.

Jane's betrayal wasn't just a knife in the back, it was a scorched-earth campaign.
Jane Anderson’s world collapsed in a single, tea-stained afternoon when her husband, Mark, confessed he wasn’t just leaving, he was divorcing her and moving across the hall into the arms of Sarah, the woman who stood as Jane’s maid of honor. Her best friend.

Blinded by a cocktail of grief and rage, Jane fled into the night where the heavens had opened in a violent downpour. She never saw the headlights of the hydroplaning semi-truck. She never felt the impact. She only felt the cold realization that she was dying for two people who weren't worth a single tear. Jane returns 10 years later as Blythe James, daughter of a billionaire. Find out what happens in this masterpiece.

Clara Whitman-Harlan had been called graceful because no one had ever seen what it cost her to stay quiet. For ten years, she made Grant Harlan look like a man who had built an empire by discipline and vision. She hosted the dinners, calmed the vendors, moved money before payroll became a headline, and remembered which investor had a daughter with asthma and which supplier hated lilies. She kept every thank-you note, every invoice, and every awkward receipt that proved the Harlan fortune had not grown from Grant's charm alone.

Then a pregnant employee appeared in his calendar. Grant denied the affair. His mother blamed Clara for the child she had never had. The other woman smiled like innocence in a white dress. At a charity gala packed with donors, suppliers, family friends, and investors, they prepared a family trust for Clara to sign, supposedly for an unborn baby, quietly designed to transfer Clara's homes, dividends, and company rights into another woman's hands. They thought Clara would protect their name one last time. They forgot she had spent a decade protecting herself.

Pain wasn't just a feeling, it was a rusted, serrated blade dragging inch by excruciating inch from my gut to my sternum.

I forced my eyes open against the harsh, unforgiving fluorescents of the ICU. Gauze. So much gauze, heavy and soaked with my own blood.

"Recipient's heart is stable. No signs of rejection."

The nurse’s hushed voice bled through the crack in the door.

"But bed one... the delay was too long. Her uterus was necrotic. We had to remove it."

I bit down on my cracked lip until I tasted copper.

So this was it.

The grand finale my beloved family had orchestrated for me.

On the second floor of this old Victorian house is a long hallway with a dark red rug. Six doors are evenly spaced along its walls.
We lived here peacefully for ten years.
Until last month, when my seven-year-old sister, Maeve, suddenly refused to set foot in it.
The adults dismissed it as a childish phobia.
Until late one night, hiding under the covers, she pressed her face to my ear and whispered:
"Don't count the doors."

I've been with Nathaniel for five years. We were supposed to announce our wedding date next month.

Then he brought his "fragile" intern Lily to a Halloween escape room. When she drew the punishment straw — ten minutes in a freezing water tank — he swapped it with mine in the dark.

I have claustrophobia. I just had surgery. He knew. He didn't care.

I nearly drowned while he held her and wiped her tears through the glass.

When I woke up in the hospital, Nathaniel was gone. But Alexander Sterling was standing by my bed — the billionaire who'd been anonymously funding my gallery all along.

He offered me a contract marriage. I accepted.

Now Nathaniel's on his knees begging. But I'm already wearing another man's ring.

A fake relationship full of forbidden heat . . .

Emilia Torres has everything she's ever wanted. After years of struggling to become an actress, she's finally caught her big break - a part opposite the hottest star in Hollywood, the gorgeous and charming Luca Fontaine.

But her biggest role might be the one she plays off-screen, where she and Luca pretend to be in love.

The rules for their relationship are simple: in front of the paparazzi, they play the perfect Hollywood couple. In private, their contract states that all feelings - and sex - are absolutely forbidden.

It's the perfect publicity stunt - until someone wants more. Needs more.

Sometimes, the truth is even hotter than the lies . . .

Due to explicit scenes, this steamy romance is rated 18+.

The Lies Between the Lines is created by Ember Casey, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Destiny is not your ordinary girl.
Besides the fact that she straggles two world’s.
She is also the spirit the powers that be have been waiting for.
That’s right.
Destiny is a spirit. Not born on this plane of existence.
She hails from beyond the veil. Where a soul goes when the vessel can no longer hold it.
Spirits like Destiny are called shadow agents.
A shadow agent hunts down and returns the souls that flee back to the mortal side of the veil. Where these souls start to cause trouble.
The Powers that be have sensed uneasiness for a while now and need Destiny to accept. Well. Her destiny.
All Destiny will have to aid her in her task is a sassy best friend and a talking, scruffy white cat.
Destiny will need all her skills, all her courage and wits if she is going to prevail and bring the missing souls home.

“No. Mabel, I cannot lose you again. Since you’re back now, there is no need for me to marry her and I have to make sure you stay by my side at all times. I never loved her. I was only using her to grow this company. The vice president position of this company is yet to be filled. If you’re be my woman again, I’ll give it to you. Together, we can run this company. Together, we’ll be inseparable.” These were the words Daphne heard clearly from her soon-to-be husband. She had been stood up at the bridal shop only to watch her fiancé cradling another woman in his arms and professing his undying love for her. Devastated but strong-willed, she chose to move on but having the formidable heir, Marco King all over her wasn’t on her bingo card. Like they say, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”

Hiding my identity and marrying an ambitious female celebrity—this is the most boring social experiment I've ever done.
She wants me to leave with nothing.
She gave my family heirloom to that gigolo.
She tweeted that I was "low-class trash".
She didn't know that Hollywood, which she was desperately trying to climb up to, was nothing more than my backyard.
She had no idea that those capitalists she fawned over would all bow down and call me "Mr. Rockwell."
Until that night, she stripped naked, attempting to offer herself to the enigmatic "godfather of capital"—
The leather sofa slowly turned around.
The lights were on.
She saw my face.
“Chloe,” I flicked my cigar ash, “what brings you here?”

"I need to bear my sworn brother a child first."

At our engagement ceremony, my wife took her sworn brother's hand.

"Brother has been so good to me—he even sacrificed his fertility to protect me. This is my way of repaying him."

So they made me wait three years.

When those three years ended, they still thought I'd be the same as before—obeying their every command like a loyal dog.

What she didn't know was this:

I am the Supreme Wolf King.

Everything her family possessed—I gave it to them.

Now, I'm taking it all back.

Seventeen days into our silent standoff, I heard my boyfriend of eight years had slept with his childhood friend. He was telling people we’d already broken up. When I called, he asked if I had anything to say. “I do,”I replied. “When do I get my forty-five thousand dollars back?”

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

My sister’s TikTok Shop was on the verge of being shut down. As a top livestream creator with three million followers, I stepped in and turned a warehouse full of dead inventory into bestsellers.

That night, my sister shipped the wrong items for three hundred orders. I apologized on camera, then paid ten thousand dollars out of my own pocket to issue refunds and send replacements.

After the livestream, I went to the warehouse to pick up samples for tomorrow. The second I grabbed two insulated tumblers, my sister snatched them out of my hands.

“I knew it! You’ve been stealing from me again!”

I told her they were samples and that every item had been logged.

She refused to listen and smacked the shelf with her palm.

“My inventory has been off for months because you’ve been stealing from me! Pay me twenty thousand dollars, or I’m calling the cops!”

For three months, I hadn’t charged a flat fee or taken a dime in commission. I had even covered the customer service costs myself.

And now she was calling me a thief.

Our parents rushed in when they heard the shouting. Mom wrapped an arm around my sister and glared at me.

“You’re her older sister. You’re supposed to help her. But stealing says everything about what kind of person you are.”

Dad looked at me with disappointment. “Do you have any idea how hard your sister has worked to build this business? How could you take advantage of her?”

I looked at the three of them, each one convinced they were in the right, and laughed.

Fine. If they thought anyone could sell this stuff, they could go live and sell it themselves.

Since marrying into the Sterling family, I've been pregnant three times. Not one of them survived.

Every time the DNA test report arrived, my mother-in-law would drag me to the clinic for an abortion.

They said the fetus had genetic defects. But I secretly went to an outside hospital for tests, and the report clearly stated everything was normal.

After my third miscarriage, I followed my in-laws to the basement I was forbidden to enter.

I held my breath and pressed my eye to the crack in the door.

In that moment, I finally knew why they had to kill my babies.

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

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

In my past life, I signed a marriage agreement, served as a live-in son-in-law for five years, and died in a hospital. Meanwhile, my "wife," Grace, was on the moon, embracing her lover and watching the star rings.
Given a second chance, she threw the agreement in my face at the marriage summit: "Sign it. After the wedding, I'll go find Karl. You'd better act like the legal wife."
I didn't refuse; I just tossed the agreement to my emotional nemesis .
The whole city laughed at my madness.
Until Grace flaunted her "pure-blood heir" at the 100-day celebration, I publicly projected her sterilization report—
the bastard in her arms was the product of her lover and a downtown prostitute.
And her lover was being mutilated in the downtown area.
In this life, I'm not a live-in son-in-law; I'm her gravedigger.

I’m the CEO of a tech company—and the creator of our bionic human project.

Three years ago, my wife was dying after a car crash. She begged me to “save” her with my technology. I said yes.

I poured over a hundred million into R&D and built her a bionic body that could last for decades. I covered every checkup, every calibration, every outrageous repair bill.

What I got back was her contempt, her affair, and her reckless abuse of the body I gave her.

I warned her again and again to protect it. She called it control—and called another man freedom.

She even slammed my head into a coffee table to shield him.

That was the moment I decided: no more repairs, no more payments.

She chose her path. She pays for it.

My wife brought her first love back to my cloud penthouse for an affair, and even attempted to steal the corporation's core code. Caught red-handed, she showed no remorse, instead scolding me condescendingly: "He is my guest! How dare you touch him?!"

Without even raising an eyelid, I snapped my fingers. Heavy combat robots instantly ripped apart the first love's cybernetic spine, and a beam of energy burned the man into a cripple. I then threw down a disownment agreement, cutting off her elite privileges with one click, and tossed the two of them like garbage into the lower-class slums drenched in acid rain.

"Trash belongs in the trash can." I swirled my wine glass, sneering.

After three years together, Adrian had never truly remembered my name.
But I never expected him to open a ring box at his family’s dinner, propose to me in front of everyone—and call another woman’s name.
Everyone assumed Serena was his fiancée, while I was nothing more than a secret he kept in the shadows.
He asked me to play along and promised he would explain everything later. He gave her my promotion, my ring, and my dignity, then told me he would make it up to me next month.
Until I decided to leave New York and fly to London alone.
This time, I would no longer wait for him to remember who I was.

After sleeping for a thousand years, I returned to the ancestral castle that was supposed to be mine.
Only to find my throne torn down and turned into an auction block for the black market, my territory carved up clean by traitors.
And my only pureblood descendant in this world was actually being auctioned off like livestock—covered in blood, chained up with a cheap dog collar around his neck.
The entire room of nobles and elites mistook me for the lowest kind of half-blood trash, mocking me as a rat too stupid to know when he was dead.
The usurper, eager to curry favor with the Abyss, shouted that he would drain me dry and offer my blood as a tribute to the three pureblood princes deep within the Abyss.
Then the void split open, and those three supreme princes—the untouchable monsters the world worshiped—truly descended.
Under the horrified gaze of more than a thousand nobles and elites, those three ancient monsters threw themselves at my feet, scrambling and crawling, wailing in terror without even daring to raise their heads:
"Your unworthy descendants... welcome the Ancestor's return!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

I refused.

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

"Don't be so selfish."

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

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

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

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

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

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.

In the delivery room, my husband Ronan fumed that having a male doctor was a disgrace. My mother-in-law Coralie griped about the hospital bill. His sister Ophelia clung to his arm, pinching her nose and mocking the smell of the room.
In my previous life, today was the day the doctor ordered an extra blood test due to my in-laws' history of blood disorders. Two Type-O parents had somehow produced a Type-B daughter.
Coralie pointed at my nose, calling me a whore. Ophelia fueled the fire, sneering, "Just admit it, Sabine." Ronan slapped me off the delivery bed, demanding the name of my "lover."
I died having no way to prove my innocence, losing both my life and my daughter, Sorrel.
It wasn't until moments before my death, when I pushed open the master bedroom door, that I finally understood: the two people tangled naked in my marital bed were my husband and his own sister.
I opened my eyes. I was back to the morning after giving birth to my daughter.

My brother was jealous after I won a $50 million lottery jackpot, so he tricked me into believing an extreme ice-age apocalypse was coming.
Because I trusted him, I spent every last dollar my parents and I had—fortifying the house and stockpiling supplies.
Two weeks later, he told me that there was no coming apocalypse. It had all been a lie.
Just when I was drowning in despair, hail started falling in the middle of summer.
The deep freeze apocalypse had really begun.

I had always firmly believed that my husband loved me deeply.
However, when I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and my father was on the brink of death, I called my husband to seek help with medical expenses. To my shock, a woman answered the phone.
With a sharp and sarcastic tone, she revealed:
My husband doesn't love you at all; he married you only to take revenge on you, to torment you...
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"It’s not every day a lamb willingly walks into the lion's den," the vampire prince whispered, his eyes undressing me.

I stumbled into the wrong party, starving and lost. Adrian Veylor, the most dangerous vampire in Evermoor Academy, didn't kick me out. instead, he fed me. He sat me down, wiped the sauce from my lip, and looked at me like I was the most interesting toy he’d ever found.

But then HE walked in.

Kael Blackthorn. The Alpha. The enemy.
He stormed across the room, his golden eyes blazing with fury. "She is mine," his wolf roared silently. Kael hates humans, yet he couldn't stop staring at Adrian's hand on my skin.

Now I’m trapped between them. Adrian wants to play with me, to corrupt me. Kael wants to destroy me... or claim me.

I’m just a human girl trying to survive my first year. But with a vampire protecting me and a werewolf hunting me, I might not make it out alive. Especially when my body burns for both of them.


She is a human in a world of monsters. He is the Alpha who is supposed to kill her.
Aria Evans thought her life was over when she caught her boyfriend cheating. But when she receives an invitation to the elite Evermoor Academy, she discovers a world of magic, danger, and deadly attraction.
Kael Blackthorn hates humans. But when Aria walks in, his wolf screams one word: MATE.
Trapped between a possessive Alpha wolf and a charming Vampire prince, Aria must survive the semester... or die trying.

I came to Northveil Academy with no magic, no reputation, and no intention of begging anyone to see my worth.

Rhydan Valecrest, Northveil Academy's untouchable hockey captain, Dragon Alpha, and heir to the most feared bloodline, looked at me once and decided I was nobody.

He was wrong.

The magic sleeping inside me isn't ordinary.

I'm a witch.

A tamer.

And somehow, I'm the only person who can calm the monster living inside him.

His wolf bows to my touch. His dragon answers my voice.

The more he fights our bond, the closer his wolf and dragon come to consuming him. If I walk away, he'll lose control of the power he was born to command.

He dismissed me when I meant nothing to him. Now I'm the only one standing between him and the monster inside.

Some mistakes can't be undone.

A Dark Academy Fantasy Romance.