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Ten years ago, I took a knife from a crazed patient to save Gideon, losing my ability to ever become a mother.

Ten years later, he is America's most celebrated "Charity Doctor." Over the years, he brought home three pitiful orphans and asked me to treat them as my own.

I poured my heart and soul into raising them, until the eldest smashed a vase into my face.

Lying in my hospital bed, I overheard the whispers of my husband and his lover.

"Gideon, making her raise our three illegitimate kids as charity orphans... aren't you afraid your philanthropic reputation will be ruined if she finds out the truth?" The woman's coquettish voice carried a probing edge and a hint of schadenfreude.

My breath instantly hitched.

Gideon scoffed coldly. "So what if she does? She should be thanking me for letting her play mother."

"But she did take that knife for you back then..."

"Don't mention the knife!" Gideon interrupted, his tone suddenly dripping with venom. "She was already diagnosed with infertility before the stabbing!"

"Since she loves scheming so much, I'll let her be a free nanny to our flesh and blood for the rest of her life. It's exactly what she deserves!"

My husband's first love, Celine, lured me to a remote cabin under the guise of an "apology."
 
She then poured gasoline all over the porch and locked the door from the outside.
 
In my past life, the moment the fire began to spread, I desperately called my husband, Julian—a fire captain—for rescue.
 
He smashed the door open and saved me.
 
Ironically, Celine's scheme backfired, and she died of smoke inhalation outside.
 
Yet, Julian pinned her blood debt entirely on me.
 
He kept me at the hospital with his hypocritical comfort, only to tear off his disguise the day I was discharged. He tied me to a pillar in an abandoned warehouse and poured gasoline at my feet.
 
As the flames ignited, my ten-week-old unborn child and I were swallowed by the raging fire.
 
Julian's eyes were bloodshot. Facing my agonizing screams, his gaze held nothing but pure, unadulterated hatred:
 
"If you hadn't gone mad with jealousy and locked the door from the inside, Celine would never have died! Stop playing the victim!"
 
"The pain she suffered before she died... I'm going to make you pay for it ten times, a hundred times over!"
 
In the blazing light, he watched coldly as I was burned alive, turning into a charred corpse.
 
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment the fire started to spread.

The Apocalypse Descended. Zombies Slaughtered the City.

I was the first to awaken a top-tier ability — and I used it to flip half a street's worth of zombies like ragdolls.

I led a ragged band of survivors through the siege, carved a path out with blood and fire, and seized an abandoned military factory on the east side of the city. We turned it into a fortress.

I was the name that made everything within miles tremble — the Devil King, they called me.

The government base sent envoys three times to bring me into the fold. All three times, I threw their people and their vehicles right back out the gates.

A research lab came looking for cooperation. I torched their sample truck on the spot.

The rules inside this base? Mine. Anyone who didn't like it got tossed over the wall to feed the dead.

Every grain of rice, every pill, every night of safety — all of it was bought with blood. My blood. My people's blood. Clawed back from the jaws of a million rotting corpses.

Everyone respected me. Everyone feared me.

The only softness I ever allowed myself was for Xu Qinghe — the woman who'd crawled out of that mountain of corpses right beside me. My girlfriend. My one exception.


Then the lab dropped a bombshell: among the Awakened, one in ten thousand could evolve into an Ability King. The mark of this savior? A crimson blood-line on the inner forearm.

The whole world lost its mind.

Overnight, everyone stopped. No one manned the walls. No one scavenged for supplies. They just knelt there, day after day, praying for their Ability King to descend.

Then my girlfriend brought back a pretty-faced boy with a red line on his forearm.

The entire base fell to their knees before him like he was a living god.

And me — the man who'd bled for this base for three years, who'd held the line when no one else would — I was shoved out beyond the city gates.

Left for the dead.


A tide of a million zombies crashed against the walls. Their so-called god collapsed on the ground, sobbing and screaming for mercy.

Everyone inside waited to die.

That's when I looked down at my own forearm — at the crimson line I'd kept hidden all along.

And I smiled.

This time, it's my turn.

The day I secured the finale at New York Fashion Week, my adopted sister was in a car crash that left her completely blind.
And so began a ruthless campaign to destroy my life.
Listening to me prepare for the runway, she touched her heavy gauze bandages and wept bitterly. "You're so brilliant, Valora. Not like me... I'm just a useless, blind burden."
To placate her, our brother burned my core design sketches to ashes.
On the day of the show, my finale haute couture gown was maliciously slashed to ribbons. My reputation was left in ruins, and every single sponsor pulled their funding.
Later, she live-streamed her suicide attempt from a rooftop, sobbing that a disabled girl like her didn't deserve to be loved.
My husband dropped to one knee in front of the entire world and slipped the custom diamond ring—my ring—onto her finger.
That very night, I was dead-bolted inside my roaring, fire-engulfed studio.
With toxic smoke searing my lungs, I dialed my husband's number for help, only to be met with his frustrated, impatient voice:
"Serafina is blind! The fire alarms have her terrified! Stop being so damn petty and jealous right now!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of her accident. The day she faked her blindness.

My entire family betrayed me.

My husband Keith threatened divorce to force me into donating bone marrow to save my sister Berenice's life.

My parents slapped me across the face, screaming I owed her everything.

Thirty days in an underground lab, Keith wined and dined Berenice while I got steel needles driven through my spine daily.

When I begged Keith for help through the agony, he texted back: "Stop playing victim. Disgusting."

I died alone on day thirty. Keith arrived with divorce papers, ready for one final insult, but received a decomposing corpse crawling with maggots.

But when the truth came out, why did my loving family completely lose their minds?

On our fifth anniversary, Caspian gifted me a luxury yacht bearing my name. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive.
But when I finally conceived his child and prepared to share the news, his mistress sent me photos—him cradling a baby she'd given him, his eyes filled with a tenderness I'd never seen.
Five years of waiting, five years of infertility—all an elaborate lie.
He once whispered in my ear: "Even if every man in the world betrays his wife, I never will. You're my life. Without you, I can't survive."
I quietly packed, left behind my pregnancy report and all the evidence, and drove away. Three hours later, he received the call: my car exploded on the highway. No survivors.
From that day on, the most powerful man in Valen City lost his mind completely.

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.

Six weeks after his girlfriend had twins, my husband got himself fixed. He billed it to my insurance.
Then he spent nine years driving me to fertility clinics. Two surgeries. Four rounds of shots. He held my hand every time and told me next time.
The whole town said it was my fault. His mother asked me every Sunday if there was any news.
I died at forty-four. Three days before the end I couldn't open my eyes, but I could hear them over my bed. The girl I bought a purple bicycle for called him Dad.
Then I opened my eyes and I was thirty-four again, on a gurney, waiting for them to open me up one more time.
Last time I lay back down and let them do it. I did it three more times after that.
This time he's paying me back for all nine years, one line at a time.
The nurse asked me to confirm my date of birth. I did. Then I told her I wasn't doing it.

I spent three hundred years winning Varen Ashworth's war. Bled for him. Handed him my army, my secrets, the healing blood from my own chest. He'd be nothing without me.
On his coronation day, he announced his queen—and it wasn't me. It was Elara. Some trembling, doe-eyed girl he'd pulled out of a Demon camp. He told me I could stay on as her handmaid.
I laughed, voided the contract, and walked out.
Because I've lived this life before. Last time, I exposed Elara. Saved his throne. He thanked me—then slaughtered my entire bloodline.
This time, I'm not saving anyone.
This time, I'll watch him figure out exactly what kind of woman he picked over me. And when his whole world comes apart—he'll be on his knees, begging the one person who could've stopped it.
I won't be listening.

After the crash, my husband, Darius, lost his ability to speak. The trauma to his cervical spine left him unable to even lift a finger.
The doctors said his only remaining way to communicate was to nod, or to shake his head.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I finally asked the question that had been eating away at me for three months.
"When the crash happened... were you on your way to see your mistress?"
Darius stared dead at me. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Knock on this door over the noise one more time, and you're dead!"
Calling the cops was useless, and I was too broke to move.
Driven practically insane, I recklessly tore open the black box from the dark web—the seller promised that if I just followed the instructions, it would "eliminate the noise at the source."
Less than half an hour later, the deafening rager upstairs completely stopped.
Three mornings later, a homicide detective pounded furiously on my door.
"The father and son upstairs are dead."

My Beta boyfriend had secret rendezvous with Annie — nine times in one night.
“You,” he sneered, “with your precious Alpha blood—do you think you’re better than everyone else?
Your jealousy is disgusting, Chloe.”
Annie, that viper disguised as an angel, stole my place, plagiarized my work, and climbed higher, stepping over my broken bones.
Even said,
“Beta Dean loves me!
You were always the extra!
It was you who ruined us!”
I won’t let them be happy.
This revenge, forged in blood and fire, has only just begun.

My wife and my best friend had been sleeping together behind my back for a long time. Once the apocalypse hit, they completely dropped the act. While I was still stressing over how we would survive, they threw me straight into a zombie horde—just to buy themselves a few seconds to escape.
Given a second chance at life, I chose to report the impending zombie outbreak to the government, securing my place as a top-tier protected asset for the nation.
But what I didn't expect was... my wife and best friend were reborn too.

"You are like a father to me, I can't marry you."
"If you can't, then I guess you prefer to be an orphan if your mother dies."
Juliet Jones, was torned in between saving her mother's precious life, and getting into a contract marriage with her father's closest friend, George Watson.
And when she was left with no better choice, and the time is ticking faster on her mother, she got married to Mr George, to save her mother's life.
But unfortunately it was too late, and her mother died, after she had already signed a contract agreement with Mr George.

AN AGE GAP, FORCED PROXIMITY, BLACK FLAG ROMANCE

Vincenzo Valentini is a man who sees the world as a business counter and human beings as merchandise.

The owner of an empire built upon corpses and submission, he is the reflection of pure perversity.

When fate places Andrew Thompson, the son of his greatest rival, into his hands, the plan was simple: use him, break him, and discard him like a toy that has lost its appeal.

What Vincenzo did not expect was that, beneath the youthful skin and the appearance of innocence, Andrew hid the same abyss as he did.

Vincenzo never wanted redemption. He never wanted someone to save him from his own darkness. He was seeking a mirror. And in Andrew, he found the partner who, upon seeing his blood-stained hands, does not recoil in terror, but trembles with desire.

In this perverse game, the "little toy" proves to be the perfect executioner. The mafia leader found someone who not only accepts his cruel side but cultivates it, feeding the monster Vincenzo has always been.

Where there should have been fear, lust emerged. Where there should have been hatred, a perverse loyalty was born. Andrew Thompson is the dark reflection of Vincenzo, the soldier the underworld did not see coming, and the man who proved that, for some, paradise only makes sense if it is in the middle of chaos.

Vincenzo opened the doors to his empire, but Andrew was the only one capable of invading his heart.

They are not heroes. They are hell on earth.

Accidental Pups×Contract Marriage × Multiple Identity × Drama × Vengeance & Betrayal × One-Night Stand × Billionaire/CEO × Brave Heroine × True & Fake Heiress

Warning: This is a slow-burn romance. The love story develops gradually through trust, healing, family, and shared secrets.

“He doesn’t trust anyone.”

“I know.”

“Then why does he trust you?”

I don’t have an answer.

I only know that when I found little Cassian bound and abandoned, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t know then that he was the son of Alistair Voss—the cold, powerful billionaire who trusted no one.

But Cassian trusted me.

And that changed everything.

When Alistair asks me to stay for his son, I refuse. Until he makes an even more shocking offer: marriage.

What begins as an arranged marriage slowly becomes something neither of us expected. Beneath the same roof, Cassian becomes the family I never knew I needed, while Alistair begins to see the woman behind my guarded heart.

But I didn’t return to Verona simply for a new life.

Five years ago, I lost my memory. My identity was stolen. Someone betrayed me, and someone wanted me gone.

Now the past is catching up with us.

And when it finally does, I may discover that Cassian chose me for a reason no one ever expected.

Some loves take time. Some truths take even longer to uncover.

My son Emery scored a perfect SAT and got early admission to MIT Physics. Eighteen years old. His future was limitless.

My billionaire husband Reid's assistant—his mistress in everything but name—suggested Emery attend some garbage local business school instead. Inherit the empire. Fall in line.

Emery said no. Reid exploded.

He locked my son in the lumber yard and ordered him to split five tons of oak. "No water until he's done. That'll teach him respect."

The sun was brutal. My son's asthma attacked. I knelt before Reid's mistress and begged for his inhaler while Reid crushed my right hand—my surgeon's hand.

I got the inhaler and ran back as fast as I could.

But I was too late. My son was already dead.

To give my daughter, Lily, a childhood connected to nature, I put on worn-out overalls and carved out a small vegetable patch at the edge of the estate.
That was until today, when a vicious dog lunged without warning, sinking its teeth into Lily's calf. Blood instantly stained the dirt.
I threw myself over my daughter like a madwoman to protect her, only to be viciously whipped across the face with a diamond-studded leash.
"Where did this lowly gardener come from! You hurt my dog—can your two worthless lives afford to pay for it?"
A young woman in a haute couture white dress, her pregnant belly protruding, sneered and waved her hand. "Where is security? Beat this crazy, pathetic woman and her little thief of a bastard to death, and throw them out of the estate!"
Holding my convulsing daughter, I said, "Beat us to death? Have you asked the master of the estate?"
The woman giggled coquettishly.
"My boyfriend is the master of this estate! With just one word from him, he could crush you like an ant!"
What a coincidence.
The "masters of the estate" she spoke of... I know them both.
One is my husband.
And the other... is my son.

The room went deadly silent. Christopher, the CEO of Sullivan Group, looked at me with pure disgust. "Get this crazy girl out of here! My grandfather is dying, and you're playing sick games?"

But the old man on the bed... his eyes flew open. He stared at me—not at my young, beautiful face, but into my soul. He saw the sketch in my hand. A secret only a mother and her six-year-old son would know.

"Jimmy," I said softly, using the nickname no one had spoken in decades. "Do you remember the thunderstorms?"

Tears streamed down the old man's wrinkled cheeks. The most powerful man in Boston, reached out his frail hand to grasp mine. "Mama?" he choked out, his voice breaking like a small child's. "You came back?"

Christopher froze. The doctors froze. I climbed onto the bed and pulled my 80-year-old son into my arms. "I'm here, baby. Mommy's home."

The day I discovered my husband, Vincent, was cheating on me with my younger sister, I was seven months pregnant. I drove away in a panic, only to end up in a car accident.
When I woke up in the family’s underground clinic, Vincent was pressing a gun to his own forehead, begging me to forgive him.
My father immediately ordered Elena to leave Sicily.
From that day on, Vincent took over every family affair, big or small, never allowing me to worry about a single thing.
I never heard from Elena again.
Not until our son was suddenly hospitalized with acute pneumonia.
I rushed back to the family’s private hospital in the middle of the night.
Through the half-open hospital room door, I saw my parents and Elena, who were supposed to be thousands of miles away in Siberia.
Elena was bent over the bedside, sobbing.
"Leo is my child. Why can't he even call me Mom? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
Vincent wrapped his arms around her, his face full of tenderness.
"I know you've suffered, sweetheart. But if Isabella finds out that her baby actually died in that car accident, there's no telling how many people she'll drag down with her. You know what she's capable of."
I froze outside the door.

My son was killed in a horrific car bomb assassination.

At his rain-drenched funeral, my husband, Enzo—a Mafia Don—held an umbrella over my head, only to suddenly state with icy indifference:

"Gianna is pregnant. It's my blood."

Gianna. The illegitimate daughter of the Lucchese family boss.

I stiffened, looking up in sheer disbelief.

"What the hell does that mean?"

He cast a careless glance at me, completely unbothered.

"To end the war between the Corsican and Lucchese families, I've been with her in secret for a while now. Now that she carries the Corsican bloodline, I must give her a proper title. She will be moving into the estate tonight. You will not only accept this, but you will also give her the respect she deserves as the mother of my child."

“I love the noises you make when I go down on you, it turns me on and you taste so sweet, like honey.” 

When Charlie started dreaming about her ideal lover, she had no idea he could ever be real, or her boss and fated mate.

After finally getting her dream job, Charlie meets the CEO for the first time only to find out he's the man who has fulfilled her every sexual desire in her dreams. This delicious, muscular, perfect man has been haunting her dreams for months, showing her everything she had always wanted but never thought she could have until she met him.

It turns out that him being her boss is just the tip of the iceberg in what becomes an insane adventure of her discovering the supernatural is real, her true parentage, and a world she had no idea existed. All the while a sinister force is looming over her and her Alpha lover, threatening to destroy the world as she knows it.

•Mature Content•

Lycan prince Kaden Moretti is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, but that is until one day when he finds the injured angel in the forest--Isabelle Morgan who is supposedly his mate

Captived and kept away from civilization for her whole life, Isabelle knows nothing about the world. On her escape from her malicious captors, she finds herself getting exposed to a new yet dangerous world and worst of all she doesn't know her destination. Rescued by the handsome Lycan prince and being under his care, for once in her life she leans onto someone. But she doesn't know he's her mate, neither she understands the mate bond.

A beauty, timid and fearful of even the smallest things, fragile like a petal Kaden finds himself letting go of his hard exterior for the girl who seems to land within his arms from heaven itself. But Isabelle's captors aren't going to do stop chasing her, what will happen when the devils will begin chasing them? Will Kaden be able to save his Angel?

“I’m a damn Duchess...Well...Sort of”


Alexandra Batiste is a strong willed young woman who just graduated from high school. She never made friends in school despite being breathtakingly beautiful and had a charming personality. She never understood everyone's natural aversion to her until she found out the secret her family had kept from her. Will this secret threaten to ruin her life or will it set her on a path to destiny where love and danger lie?

"It's the night before you and Taylor's wedding, and you expect me to go to his bachelor party, break in - of course carefully - and make sure he doesn't have sex with a stripper?"
"Yes."
"You are crazy!"
Yes, Mary thought her best friend Amaya Peterson was really crazy, which actually showed that Amaya Peterson had no confidence in the man she was about to marry!
In fact, even Amaya Peterson didn't understand why she should marry a man who was going to cheat on her on the eve of the wedding? Why marry a man who didn't love her enough and couldn't even please her?
She had no choice but to push herself into a completely unknown fate!

Lucia was destined to spend her life with Kaden; everyone knew it as a fact. Yet, on the day of the mating ritual, he chose another woman to be his Luna, instead of his predestined mate.

Feeling rejected and humiliated, Lucia resolved to leave. The only problem was that despite not wanting her, Kaden refused to let her go. He claimed he would rather die than watch her walk away.

A mysterious man who has entered her life became her second-chance mate, will he be strong enough to protect her from Kaden's irrational behavior? Is he truly a better option? Will Lucia find acceptance in her new home?

"Why did you save my life?”

I stood before Governor Rhys Amman, alpha of the Moon Valley pack and the most powerful man I've ever seen.

"I just did it..."

"Am I free now?" I asked the question that had been weighing on my mind all day, the Governor's face gave away nothing.

"I cannot let you go Gemma Bracken. It’s not safe."

"Saving me, while noble, doesn't absolve you of your other charges."

I fumed. I knew it! He wasn't going to release me because I was a witch.

An idea popped in my head.

“May I present an idea for you Governor?"

"What's your grand idea?"

He answered sarcastically.

"I'm very skilled, you can’t throw me back into prison."

The Governor's confusion was evident, "Do you want to work for me?"

"I want to work for you. In exchange for my freedom."

There was long silence and I silently prayed to every goddess that cared to listen that the Governor would consider my offer.
After what seemed to be eternity, he finally spoke.

"Okay Gemma Bracken."

"If you serve me faithfully for a year, as part of my personal security team, I will give you your freedom."

"Deal?"

He asked and I nodded.

"Deal."

.......

One day, Gemma Bracken, saves the Alpha and Governor Rhys Amman from an assassination. In exchange for her freedom, she is to serve him, her worst enemy. Under the service of the young ruler, Gemma's freedom is at stake but finds herself falling for him harder than she had ever imagined, especially when she hides a deadly secret that affects them both. Their love is surrounded by so many opposition and Gemma and Alpha Rhys realize that fighting for their love is a lot harder than it seemed.

She bit her lower lip, nervous. “You're a dangerous man. I have seen you kill without a thought. What’s to make me believe it won’t be my head falling to the ground one day?”

He stared at her for long, quiet seconds before he said slowly, “There are far more dangerous things I want to do to you and with your body. Death by my hand should be the least of your worries."


Candice is a metropolitan real estate agent, whose world revolves around closing deals and raking in commissions.

But everything changed when a mysterious billionaire set her up on a blind date, thrusting her into a world beyond her wildest imagination.

Suddenly, she finds herself at the center of a supernatural storm, with creatures from the shadows seeking to exploit her connection to Wayne Wyatt, the powerful and enigmatic werewolf monarch.

Forced into a role she didn't fully understand, she agrees to play her role as Luna to her newly found Alpha – but only for a price.

However, taming the proud and infuriating King would require her to navigate a delicate balance of power and seduction, testing her wits and will against his unyielding dominance.

She finds herself in a bind, trying to resist this gorgeous, prideful king or succumb to the primal attraction that threatens to consume them both.

"I, Adam Smith, Future Alpha of the white wolf pack, reject Lara as my mate and Luna."
Lara's heart shattered. She knew Adam didn't like her but she never imagined he would reject her. Yes, she was different from the werewolves. She was just a mere human and she got rejected because of her identity.
To Adam, Lara was nothing but a weak human, who he would never accept to be his Luna, he needed someone strong, someone up to his league but he never knew that he had the lost lycan princess as his mate.

Maevyrn (Maeve) Grew up in the human world. Beaten daily by her mother. A stranger who claims to be her father swoops in and brings her to moonlight academy where all things that go bump in the night attend. She had read about these creatures but had never thought she could be one of them. All the lies and betrayal lead to only one thing.

Will Maeve choose to fight against them and save their pack, or fight with them and destroy everything.


My fingers pressed to the fresh mark beneath my ear. It pulsed faintly, aching, not from pain. From absence.
From her.
I closed my eyes and tried again, just like I had the past five minutes. I reached for her through the mate bond, through the invisible tether.
“She marked me,” I whispered, voice raw. “And now she’s gone. What the fuck does that even mean?”

I curled myself tighter into the hoodie I’d thrown over my shoulders. her hoodie, oversized and frayed at the cuffs, still smelling like firewood and wind and whatever wild scent always clung to her. I wrapped her blanket tighter around me, but it didn’t help. It just made everything worse.

Because it wasn’t her arms. And it may never be. I stood up suddenly, the grief boiling into anger, into motion. I paced the room like a storm bottled in a body. My mind kept flashing to her face, glowing gold in the candlelight, shadows flickering across her jaw, those haunted eyes that held so many fucking secrets.

To many fucking secrets.

He grabbed my neck in a tight grip and slammed my back on the cold wall, his dark eyes burning in rage. I don't flinch, neither did the taunting smirk on my lips disappear. One that I notice that increases his anger.

“Don't tempt me little monster because I can burn you,” his voice was icy cold. His breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine.

“I'm not scared, big bad Alpha,” I bite my lips and lift my chin in a challenging look, ignoring the burn on my neck. “You can burn me, but believe me, you can't resist me.”

“I will kill you.” He gritted. I smirked, seeing the struggle in his eyes.

“I dare you.”

……

Ezekiel Roosevelt was cursed by the moon goddess for the sin he committed. Years later, the moon goddess sent her daughter to be Ezekiel's mate. But Ezekiel swore that he will never accept the daughter of the goddess that cursed him.

Ezekiel vows to resist her, to deny the bond that burns his soul, yet destiny doesn’t bend to hatred.

His fated mate is Dalia, the daughter of the very goddess who destroyed him. To him, she is the enemy. The goddess’s weapon. But to the prophecy, she is the key to stopping another war that's lurking in the shadows.

In a world built on lies and betrayal, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

And when shadow meets moonlight, one will burn, and one will break.

Ophelia Volkov was born into a life of privilege and power. The daughter of Valdoria’s High Chancellor, she has everything—wealth, influence, and a family that adores her. She lives in a château more opulent than most royal palaces, with an army of servants catering to her every whim.
Her life is perfect.
Except for the dream.
It comes in waves of pain and longing, always the same. A room soaked in blood. A woman’s voice, raw with agony—It hurts!—before the world fades into darkness.
Ophelia never remembers the details. She doesn’t know who the woman is.
Except that she is also named Ophelia.
And every time she has that dream, she wakes up weaker, her body betraying her. Weeks spent bedridden, as if something is draining the life out of her. No doctor—no court physician, no foreign specialist—has been able to explain it.
Until Gideon Garnett arrives.
A brilliant doctor, unflappable and composed beyond measure. A man who doesn’t bow to nobility, but watches her with an intensity that makes her feel exposed, unravelled, hunted.
He knows something about her condition. About the dreams.
And Ophelia is about to learn that the past isn’t done with her yet.

"What do you... Abigail, you're my mate."

"No, I'm not. I have to go," I say, pulling away again, making him growl.

"No. Don't you dare growl at me, Titus. You and Hunter... You think I'm not aware you've been sleeping around? I'm not interested in someone who wasn't willing to wait for me, okay? So why don't you just... reject me now? Save us both the trouble," I said, making him growl again.

"What the hell are you talking about, Abigail? I've never been with another woman. I've waited for you. For my fated mate, and it's you!" he says, his eyes turning dark. "Whether you like it or not, ABIGAIL," he continues, pulling me by the arm against him again and holding me in place, "you are my mate, and I will not reject you. You are mine and will always be mine."

I have to fight this... I just have to, but can I resist this?

Abigail is forced out of her pack. Her dad sells her to rogues as a teen, forcing her to run away. The notorious rogue King comes to her rescue, allowing her to flee from them. This leaves Hunter Black with a broken heart when he suddenly sees her gone. No one will tell him why the girl he has been madly in love with from a neighboring pack has suddenly gone missing.

As time goes by, Abigail is able to survive, but not without facing countless objections, struggles, and dangers. When she finally gets word of her savior's whereabouts, she wastes no time in going to find him. Instead, she finds Hunter, her mate, and long-lost crush. She tries to fight the mating bond but doesn't succeed, falling deeply in love with him and realizing what a wonderful man he is.

My skin heats with each thrust of his fingers, and each forceful lap of his tongue, and i cannot stop the moans of pleasure tearing through my slackened jaw. My hand is wrapped in his hair, giving the impression that I have control, but I don’t. I control nothing, and I like it.
Mihai’s hand slowly slides up my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my neck as he cuts of my ability to breathe, black spots clouding my vision, and yet, I am not afraid. I want more. I want everything that he can give to me.
He slowly inserts a third finger, the intense fullness that I feel teetering me over the edge of a cliff I cannot even see, and then he sucks and pulls at my clit. Sparks erupt throughout my body, the orgasm shaking my soul, and destroying what was left of my resistance.


She was the Daughter of a Hunter, he was one of the creatures that her family had sworn to destroy, what could possibly go wrong?
When their worlds collide, who will be left standing, will it be the hunter or the hunted, and which is which?

He left Aurora Anderson with a ring that meant nothing and a promise that broke everything.
Four years later, Levi Kingston, the ruthless Alpha who traded his pack for power and built an empire in glass and gold, returns with a proposition that reopens every wound she buried.
A ninety-day marriage contract.
His terms: protect her twins from the enemies his rise created.
Her condition: never fall for him again.
She’s human, or at least that’s what she tells the world. He’s the heir to the city’s hidden packs, a man forged in dominance and secrets. Between them lies a history of rejection, desire, and a bond that refused to die even when they did.
In a world where loyalty is currency and love is leverage, Aurora must decide whether to guard her heart or the truth that could bring Levi Kingston’s entire empire to its knees. proposition that reopens every wound she buried.
Alpha, Billionaire, Strong FL, Fated Mates, Rejected Mates, Secret babies, Twins, A Marriage of Convenience,

Earth is in turmoil from frequent attacks from strange creatures when brilliant but insecure researcher Jane, her boyfriend Paul, and her team capture a supernatural being; it is a merman. Allen, the merman, called himself the last Dragon King. Jane, Paul, and her team wonder why a merman would want to be called a dragon and are putting him through a series of tests. Allen vows to destroy humanity’s experiments of his kind.
Jane and Paul were in the facility being romantic when there was crisis once again in the world as dragons attacked their facility and it seemed that Allen would die in his test chamber.
Unknown to Jane, Allen summoned for the dragons to come and rescue him but Elara defies her team and their laws putting herself at great risk to set him free only to see him morph into a dragon and fly away
He gives her a mark, which she doesn't understand.
She was having terrible dreams seeing herself in a different world when she realized Allen marked her as his mate.
Now she is in trouble with her team on Earth as she released the dragon and was about to face punishment when Allen returned and took her to his own world, leaving Paul brokenhearted. A world she spent all her life debating whether was real or not, studying from a distance.
She learns the true reason behind the research on the non-humans. It wasn't to understand them. It was to kill them.
Would she accept her true fate as the mate of the dragon king and conquer the earth before humanity's greed consumes them all?

I lifted my gaze to meet his unwavering one; his eyes were enigmatic, just like his dominant posture. He had an enviable and captivating physique, with well-defined muscles that accentuated the perfect cut of his suit. His greenish eyes, tan skin, and slightly curly hair, styled professionally, completed his look. He was truly a stunning man.

“Finished admiring me, miss?” With a teasing tone, a charming smile appeared on his lips. The CEO was undoubtedly tempting.

“Sir...” I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure and searching for words to escape that uncomfortable situation. “The content is not appropriate to be read aloud; please understand!”

“That, I will decide!” He leaned back in his executive chair, watching me calmly as he savored a sip of his favorite whiskey. “I'm waiting.”

“I apologize, sir, but I can't do it. You can fire me!” I turned away, ready to leave the office hastily, when his strong hands gripped my wrist, about to pull the door handle.

He carefully watched my reaction and then smiled.
“Apprentice…” The CEO approached me seductively, causing me to step back a few paces until I was cornered against the wall. He surrounded me with his arms and brought his lips close to my ear, whispering, “There is so much potential in you; I will mold you!”
Biting lightly on the tip of my ear, I felt a shiver run through my body. With the tips of his fingers, he traced the outline of my face with his nails before pressing his lips with his thumb, gently parting them. Moving even closer, he pressed his body against mine, making my heart race and my breathing erratic.

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'You've been such a bad girl, I don't know what to do with you.'He keeled.
Hunter spanked my behind again, which made me moan louder and writhe around on his lap because I was so excited. He squeezed my cheek and ran his fingers lightly down my leg. Even more slowly, he started to move his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
I finally couldn't take it anymore. The pressure building up in my stomach and the heat and sweat dripping off of me hurt so much. I wanted more; I wanted him to be inside of me.
In the haze of my desire, I suddenly realized something. I was letting the monster that had just taken me away from my family and loved ones turn me on. I had to stop this; it couldn't go on like this. Hunter is not my boyfriend.
'Well, you could just take me away from my loved ones and family. Oh wait, you already did that!' I spat.
Just before he reached my core, his hand stopped.
Hunter's hand was so tight on the inside of my core that I gasped in pain. He then grabbed me around the waist, turned us both around, and threw me onto the bed, making me land with a thud.
Hunter looked at me from below, and his teeth were clenched. He got on his knees and put one arm on each side of me.
'That fucking mouth of yours just won't shut up, does it?'He barked.

For years, Moses has loved Timothy in silence, masking his longing behind the role of the loyal best friend. As Timothy chases fleeting romances, Moses buries his feelings, offering support while his heart breaks. Graduation nears, and with it, an arranged marriage looms under his family’s pressure. But when Timothy finally sees the truth of Moses’s devotion, a confession ignites the night before the wedding. Caught between duty and desire, Moses must decide: honor his family or seize the love he’s always craved. A raw, heartfelt journey of friendship, sacrifice, and the courage to rewrite fate.

"You can't kill me, Princess." He smirked. "You can't, because I won't let you and deep down, you don't want to. "

I wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk from his stupidly gorgeous face.

"Oh, I can and I will. Don't test me, Rogue," I growled, pushing my knife harder into his chest.

He leaned even closer, and my heartbeat raced at the scent of him. "You won't because you are my mate."


Her Highness Amber Rousseaux is a princess by day, and a rogue hunter by night. She lives for her pack, and that means eliminating it from the plague of rogues.

But when she stumbles upon Drew Bronimir, the Alpha of the Rogues, who just happens to be her mate, she's faced with the impossible question: fate and desire, or her duty?

Set in a high-stakes corporate world, the story follows Mira Chen, a brilliant but financially burdened young woman who becomes entangled with two powerful brothers—Marcus and Daniel Reeves—after accepting a job at their consulting firm. What begins as a professional opportunity quickly spirals into a web of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desire. As both Reeves brothers fall for Mira, they encounter numerous obstacles that lead to catastrophic issues with a AI protect gone completely wrong. Throughout every issue they come together as a family united to solve it.

In a world where elemental magic dictates your worth, seventeen-year-old Maya is a "Null" born to high-tier fire mages but lacking enough spark to light a candle. Her only ticket to staying at the prestigious Aethelgard Academy is her lethal athletic agility. She survives by keeping her head down and playing harder than everyone else.

Jaxon Thorne is the school’s golden boy. A royal dragon shifter, star captain of the Ignis Vanguard team, and heir to a collapsing empire, he is everything Maya detests: arrogant, hyper-privileged, and hopelessly competitive.

But when an anonymous curse strikes Jaxon down on the eve of the tournament, Maya is caught in the magical crossfire. Instead of destroying her, the curse tethers them together, transferring Jaxon’s volatile, destructive dragon magic straight into Maya’s non-magical core.

The catch? If they step more than fifty yards apart, their hearts physically begin to fail.

To save his family's legacy, Jaxon needs his magic back. To avoid execution for "magical theft," Maya needs to hide her new, unstable powers. Their solution? A highly public, utterly fake relationship to explain why the school's fiercest rivals are suddenly attached at the hip. But as the tournament heats up and the proximity forces their walls down, the fake sparks begin to feel dangerously real.

After quitting her horrible job as an assistant to a magazine company, Princi Jona got her dream job as a high manager in a large company called the Davis Company.
But unlucky her, she ended up getting stuck in the elevator on her very first day with a sea blue eyes stranger. After deciding to pass the time through games and getting to know each other, Prinic ended up striking the strange at the back of his hands because os the game until he called it quits.
After they went their separate ways, Princi made it in time for her first meeting, only to realize that the stranger she had slapped continuously was non other than her boss, Shawn Davis.
let the game of hide and seek begin...

Helena is a rich and spoiled girl in her early twenties who thinks nothing of not working, not having ambition, and generally living off of her wealthy father in the headlands outside of San Francisco. Ryan is a scrappy, struggling member of a werewolf pack in the heart of the city who's trying to get away from that life with a few of his packmates. When Helena is kidnapped by a rival gang of shifters, Ryan winds up becoming her accidental savior but doesn't realize what kind of storm has been brewing behind the scenes.

Between the two of them, an entire plot is uncovered and they have to face the reality of what has been happening, who has been setting them up, and just what might hang in the balance.

In a kingdom teetering on the edge of tyranny, Ivanca Mace, the stoic and disciplined warden, is sworn to uphold the law above all else. Her latest charge, however, challenges everything she believes in: Ayra Veil, a condemned witch accused of treason, brilliant and rebellious, with a destiny that could reshape the world.

Tasked with guarding Ayra until her execution, Ivanca finds herself drawn to the sorceress in ways that defy duty, sparking a forbidden attraction neither can ignore. When the unthinkable happens and Ivanca helps Ayra escape, their flight transforms into a desperate journey across kingdoms, pursued by relentless hunters and haunted by betrayal. Every step brings them closer—and yet further apart—as visions, fragments of prophecy, and whispers from a ghostly choir blur the line between fate and choice.

As kingdoms crumble, secrets unravel, and loyalties shatter, the two women must confront a terrifying truth: their love is the key to restoring balance—but only one can survive. The Warden and the Witch is a heart-wrenching fantasy romance that fuses suspense, forbidden desire, and emotional devastation, leaving readers enthralled, haunted, and desperate for more.

"Since you have already agreed to the deal you must know that being my personal killer would mean that you have to listen to everything that I tell you to do. There will be punishments if you fail to follow this," he said, mirth swimming in his eyes taking Vevina by surprise.
She wasn't prepared for this new twist and glaring at him she wretched her hand out of his hold and shouted, "You never said anything about that! And why the fuck would you kiss me with your filthy lips?"

Vevina Yaretzi doesn't believe in love. Why would she when all her life she had only been abused by every person that she had ever met including her parents. She is so suffocated by the torture that when her brain finally snaps she decides to fuck it and just kill her parents.
She doesn't have a will to live and doesn't care what happens to her future. Sinking deep in her madness, alone, she finds her hand being gripped by another man who is pulling her out of the darkest parts of her mind...towards love?
Alastor Tynen is a ruthless Alpha famous for his cruelty when he finds out that he has been mated to an abused weak human or so everyone believes.
She is unstable, chaotic and although human she has the potential to scare away werewolves like him only if she was honed right. He knows that the only way to make this crazy woman his is to clash against her craziness.
The problem was his pack wouldn't accept a 'weak human' as their Luna and neither did Vevina seem in a state where she would love him or accept them.
But Alastor is set on making her his.
Would this love be possible?

A kingdom cursed. A dangerous pact. One impossible choice.
Mira Ashworth doesn't steal from princes on purpose. She steals from whoever's cargo pays best — and on the night she boards the wrong ship in the middle of a storm, that happens to be Kael Vaunt: exiled heir to the Ashfall throne, cursed by his own cousin to turn slowly, agonizingly to stone.
She wants nothing to do with royal politics. She wants her brother's crushing debt paid off, and to disappear back into the smuggler's life she knows. Kael offers her exactly that; in exchange for one thing: her knowledge of the only waters that can get him home alive.
But home means a cousin who stole his crown and left him for dead. It means an oath-bond neither of them can undo once it's sealed; blood, vow, and fate, tangled together whether they want it or not. And as the deadline of the next blood moon closes in, Mira finds herself risking far more than a debt: her freedom, her crew, and a heart she swore she'd never hand over to anyone let alone a dying prince with a knife-edge smile and a kingdom's worth of enemies.
The curse is only the beginning. The throne is only the start. And the bond between them may be the one bargain neither of them can survive breaking.