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I begged my mom for ten dollars, but she smashed my head with a frying pan instead.

The next day, my mother posted on a forum asking:
"Hi everyone. My eldest son lied about the end of the world just to get ten dollars. I want to ask, how can I sell him on the underground black market to pay off his younger brother's $20,000 debt?"

The moment I saw that post, any remaining love I had for them died instantly. I snapped my phone's SIM card in half.

What she didn’t know was that a world-ending acid flood would descend upon New York tomorrow.

I had begged so bitterly for that ten dollars just to trigger the Ten-Million-Fold Return System to build a three-billion-dollar Doomsday Ark.

Since she didn’t want it, I gave the throne of the Ark Queen to the female classmate who casually tossed me some charity.

Dylan’s breath fanned my face. "Don't ever make me remind you that you're my pet!"

"Let me go—" I croaked out as his hand pressed further against my throat.


Reet’s life is already falling apart.

With her home lost, her father in prison, and Dylan Carter—the school's bad boy making her his favorite target, Reet curses her fate when she discovers she's meant to live in the same house with him.

Dylan is Brookwood High's star quarterback and the golden boy in the game of hierarchy, alongside Vanessa Hale, his high level girlfriend and Brian Smith, his one and only rival.

But behind the fame and cruelty, Dylan hides secrets darker than anyone knows.

When rumors destroy Reet’s reputation and the truth about her father begins to surface, the line between enemy and protector starts to blur.

And rivalry becomes the seed of familiarity.

I had a really simple plan after dad was transfered to a new werid town again and i began my final year in a new high school * Finish kings bury academy * Get into my Oxford university * And begin a life for myself But one word from him, my fate is sealed for doom!!, he wants me, but i will never give in to him!. If he wants a battle am gonna give him a bloody war!! *** I push her to the wall and bang my hand on the space beside her head as i bring my closer to her face "I can have any i want in this danm school , so whats so special about yours?" "That you can't have it?" She spikes, her eyes flaring with anger Thats what she thinks, i will show her what it means to be the next alpha of my pack, no one defiles me and stays sane!! Humans are not welcome in wolves territory and she just invaded her space, if your ready for war, then by all means, show me what youve got darling May the best man win. wink ******* The Alpha's Toy is the book 1 in the blood wolves academy series, its a high school bully romance series as it involves a possesive alpha male and lots of near scenes, although the female enjoys it, but still it might trigger some emotions in most readers, its not recomended to anyone less than 17 or 18 due to its mature content But it you think you can handle everything this book offers.. Then be my guest..

Rhaegor's hand slid down to my waist as he pulled me closer, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

"You should run from me, Kristi. Do you know what you're getting yourself into? Once you're mine, there will be no going back."

I opened my mouth to speak, but his hand slid down to my wet and throbbing vulva. I closed my eyes and moaned softly.

Even if I intended to run away from him, he had already claimed my body, and if this was fire, I was already burned.

•••

Kristina's life changes the day her own mother sells her.

Desperate to pay her husband's hospital bills, her mother accepts thirty thousand dollars from a trader and hands Kristina over without a second thought. Passed from one buyer to another, Kristina eventually finds herself trapped in a mysterious estate where every housekeeper disappears on the night of the full moon.

The owner of the estate is Rhaegor, a breathtakingly handsome man surrounded by secrets and danger.

But when Kristina accidentally becomes part of his dark secret, she does the only thing she can. She runs.

But what she does not know is that her blood accomplished what centuries of magic could not. It broke the curse, and not only that, she is carrying his child, and he won't stop at anything to get back what belongs to him.

"Daddy... so cold... and it hurts..." When my precious daughter Mia whispered these words in her weak voice, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
The life-saving medicine was just ten meters away, but that damned anti-magic barrier had become an insurmountable chasm between life and death.
What made me even more furious was that the vampire guarding the gate not only extorted my life savings, but also demanded I kneel like a dog and lick his boots before he would open the door.
He didn't know that if the door stayed closed, it wouldn't just be my daughter who died—his son and mother would perish too!

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

With one week left until the wedding, Henry Jones asked me to reschedule the date—for one simple reason:
“On our wedding day, I’m taking Ann to the hospital for her prenatal checkup.”
Ann is the widow of his brother Ethan. She’s also my half-sister. In that private room, they laughed at me for being “almost thirty and desperate to get married.”
Ann put on an innocent face. “If Rory is really in such a rush… I can reschedule my appointment.”
I wanted to break up, and Henry frowned as he lectured me:
“As her future sister-in-law, why do you have to fight her over this one day?”
I asked him, “Do you even remember what Friday is?”
He coaxed me softly: “One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” I nodded and said “Fine,” thinking I could still swallow it.
Until I pressed my fingerprint to enter his office and overheard Ann questioning him about inheritance, and Henry answered under his breath, “It won’t come to that—I won’t let Rory get pregnant with my child.”
That was the moment I u

For six years, Cassandra poured her heart into raising her husband’s son, Rowan. Her world shatters when his first love, Nadia, returns and is revealed as Rowan's biological mother.
Her Alpha husband blatantly sleeps with Nadia in their marital bed and ruthlessly severs his mate bond with Cassandra.
Stripped of her Luna title, she is publicly humiliated as her husband declares, "My son doesn't need a murderer for a mother."

Even worse, the six-year-old boy she saved completely rejects her. Shouting, "You're not my mom," he ignores her heavy chains and desperate pleas, running to hug Nadia instead.
Banished and disgraced, Cassandra barely survives a fatal car crash, only to discover she is carrying her traitorous ex-husband's child.

Five years later, she rises from the ashes as the elite physician, "Dr. Frost." When the once-arrogant Alpha is poisoned and dying, he begs for her help and forgiveness. But she simply turns and walks away.

How will Cassandra exact her ultimate revenge? And when their five-year-old daughter is struck by a severe illness, will this tragic twist force a turning point in their deadly entanglement?

The world knows him as untouchable. Adrian Vale is Formula 1’s golden champion, fast, ruthless, and always in control.

Until one moment shatters everything.

A scandal threatens his career. Sponsors are ready to walk. His reputation is burning to the ground.

Enter Liana Cross, the only woman who can fix him.

Her solution? Fake a relationship. Sell a love story the world will believe.

Simple.

Except nothing about Adrian Vale is simple.

Because the man she agrees to pretend to love doesn’t just play his role, he consumes it. His touch lingers too long. His gaze follows her everywhere. And the lines between real and fake begin to blur faster than she can keep up.

Then come the whispers of control. The way he knows things he shouldn’t. The way her world starts shrinking… until he’s the only thing left in it.

And the most dangerous truth of all?

Adrian didn’t choose her for the contract. He chose her long before she ever walked into his life.

Now she’s trapped in a game she doesn’t understand, with a man who doesn’t lose, and doesn’t let go.

Because for Adrian Vale, winning isn’t enough.

He needs possession. And once he has her, he could never let her go.

Loving him will cost them everything…

Not loving him will cost more.

Derek has one goal: survive high school without drawing too much attention or pissing off his pack’s alpha.

As the youngest son of the alpha, his life is governed by lycan hierarchy, tradition, and politics. With no signs of awakening a lycan spirit, his only value is what he can do for the pack’s image. He knows he’s only ever one misstep away from exile… or worse.

Then, he finds a boy trapped in a locker on orientation day, and everything changes.

Derek shouldn’t want Nikolias. He’s off-limits. A risk Derek can’t afford.

So why does it feel like he’s the only thing worth fighting for?

Nikolias has just lost everything: his parents, his home, and any sense of peace. Sent back to the town his family left years ago to live with his prejudiced and controlling uncle, who wants nothing to do with anything—or anyone—not human, he’s trying to do everything in his power to get out quickly.

But then he meets Derek again, and all of his plans vanish in the soft, yearning flecks of gold in Derek’s green-hazel eyes. He’s drawn to Derek in a way that’s impossible to deny, and he thinks Derek feels the same way, despite the danger their relationship holds for him.

As Moonshadow's politics turn deadly, Derek and Nikolai are caught in the crossfire of a war that had started long before they were born, and their bond becomes a threat and a lifeline that neither can afford to sever.

Because the heart wants what it wants….

And it never asks permission.

TW: Graphic Violence, Suicide Ideation, Suicide Attempt, Child Abuse, Cult-Like Behavior

My Big Bad Wolf Series: Elysia & Alex-Book 1 (Nocturnal Collections)

She broke into his mansion. Now she’s trapped in his world.

A cunning thief with nothing to lose.
A powerful Alpha with everything to protect.
When Elysia Crinshaw is caught stealing from Alex Landry, she doesn’t go to jail, she’s claimed. Drawn into his world, she learns that freedom can be more dangerous than chains…and love more brutal than any cage.

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

At the family banquet, a power-hungry male special assistant projected a dimly lit bed photo onto the massive screen. He claimed he had slept with my wife—the heiress to the family—and demanded I walk away from the marriage with nothing.
While all the relatives were waiting for me to become the laughingstock, my eyes landed on a red rose burn scar in the corner of the photo. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He hadn't even turned on the bedside lamp. He had no idea that the woman he had just slept with was actually the wife of a psychopathic serial killer.

Five years ago, Elena overheard the ambiguous whispers between her husband Arthur and his first love. In that split second, all her love for him crumbled to dust. She left the country with her pregnant belly, vowing never to have any connection with this man again.​
Five years later, Elena returns to her home country with her twins Liam and Luna—now a world-renowned top doctor. Unexpectedly, she finds herself entangled with Arthur once more. His eyes reddening with emotion, he grabs her abruptly and pleads, "Elena, I was truly wrong. This time, I will never let you get hurt again."

As I stand on the precipice of my decision, the weight of uncertainty crushes me like a vice. My heart races, caught in a whirlwind of anxiety and desperation. I feel trapped in a gilded cage, the bars made of privilege yet twisted by fear. My father's cruel laughter echoes in my mind, a constant reminder of the torment that shadows my every move. I want to scream, to break free from this suffocating existence that he controls, but instead, I find myself drawn to the dangerous allure of my plan. Kidnapping. It sounds insane, even to me—a spoiled mafia prince, seeking out a notorious Alpha to take me captive. Yet here I am, on the brink of embarking on a treacherous journey to reclaim my life.

I've always been adept at playing games, and this one is no different. But as I seek out Stefano, a man with a reputation as dark and complex as the shadows that envelop me. He’s a rugged Alpha, hardened by a world that has chewed him up and spat him out, yet there’s a glimmer of something else in his piercing blue eyes—something I can't quite put my finger on.

What begins as a cold calculation morphs into an intoxicating dance of manipulation and desire. Stefano and I are drawn together like moths to a flame, each of us fighting our own demons while simultaneously igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. I’m a player in a game where the stakes keep rising. Each encounter with him brings a new thrill, a new danger, and I start to wonder if I’m willing to risk everything—not just my life, but my heart.

In this chaos the only rules that it matters, is love and desire.

The system made me an outcast live-in husband in a werewolf clan for three years. The mission reward: 80 billion dollars. Now there's only half a day left until retirement settlement.

The arrogant pure-blood Alpha wants to force me into a deadly full moon execution array, roaring for me to kneel and die.

I don't even lift an eyelid. Right at quitting time, I directly withdraw my soul, leaving the body to the original owner "Ancestor Wolf Emperor" to handle, while I return to my Manhattan penthouse, sink into the leather sofa, and start a holographic livestream.

"Enjoy your night shift, everyone." I take a light sip of hot coffee, coldly watching the screen as the Wolf Emperor crushes that pure-blood Alpha's spine into mush with one foot, shocking my mission wife and mother-in-law into idiots.

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

Due to his grandmother's dying wish, Leonard, the hospital's most eligible cardiac surgeon, was forced to marry the nurse who secretly loved him—me. Through six years of hidden marriage, we pretended to be mere colleagues at the hospital while he remained utterly cold toward me and our daughter Vera. When his first love returned, I watched him reignite his passion for another woman and my heart died completely. I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his world with Vera. This time, he lost us forever.

With her husband feeling more like a distant roommate, Nikki, an ex-college soccer player, knows there's more out there for her but scared to leave the comfort of her normal, usual, secure life. One night, during a massive storm, lightening strikes as a new player, Shane, joins her team. The second their eyes meet, time stops. She knows this person has always lived in her heart and soul. What is this feeling? It's illogical, it's fantasy, it's supported by all of the physical evidence you could throw in front of her. What the hell even is a soul mate, anyways? There's only one way to find out without actually having to interact with the dark haired stranger in real life...inviting him to dream with her. Will he join her?

Nerthus goes by many names.

Hiding from an unpleasant past, she keeps her true identity a secret while working as an escort.

As she covers an appointment with a mysterious new client for a sick colleague, she thinks it will be a one-night thing as he is known to never book an escort twice.

Until he books her again.

When her other clients start mysteriously canceling their appointments, she suddenly finds herself in a tricky, but quite alluring situation.

She tries everything to resist his irresistible temptations that threaten getting her fingers burnt.

But she risks it anyway.

Will Nerthus realize her mistake too late? And will she be able to resist her forbidden desire for her mysterious new client?

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

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

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

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

Arthur sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone thinks I'm the wild child of the family, the one who won't fall in line.

Blake's the young king of the business world—rational, cold, always in those perfectly cut suits.

But every night, he's got me pinned underneath him, breathing my name.

He said I was his, but never let me see daylight. Until she came back—my father's mistress's daughter, in her white dress, smiling like an angel.

On my birthday, he went to pick her up from the airport. When the chandelier crashed down, he carried her to the hospital and left me bleeding on the floor. When she smashed my mother's heirloom, he made me apologize on my knees. He said she was fragile, needed care; said I was strong enough to understand.

Then I heard them on my bed, her moaning his name.

So I left. Married a man who truly loved me. And he went insane.

He kidnapped me, forced a wedding, announced to the world I was his wife.

But this time, I just smiled and shook my head.

"Let go. It's too late."

A loving sister, a talented dancer, a loyal lover—I was once all of these. Until a fatal night turned my family and fiancé against me. Framed for a murder I never committed, I spent six hellish years in prison, crippled and terminally ill, while my stepsister stole my life, my love, and my glory. After I escaped to live out my final days in peace, my betrayers hunted me down to trample on my last hope. No longer the gentle girl they abandoned, I will drag every hidden crime into the light and destroy the perfect lives they built on my suffering.

I died on the day I was supposed to marry Grayson.
Because my sister Delilah had her heart "broken," my family decided to bring her to our farm in Ashwood to heal through horseback riding. The wedding was postponed.
I lay in the stable at the Clarke family farm, dialing my mother's number with blood-covered fingers.
All she said was: "What kind of game are you playing now? You think if you act pitiful we'll come running? Vivienne, enough!"
My fiancé Grayson was even more brutal: "It's just a postponement, not a cancellation. If you can't handle that, then let's just call the whole thing off—I'll marry Delilah instead."
This was the last time they would disappoint me.
And the last time I would call for help.
I lay in my own pool of blood, already without breath. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum, hiding somewhere to sulk. They thought if they ignored me long enough, I'd come crawling back to apologize.
But they didn't know.
I was already dead.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

I was nothing but a wolfless omega—a slave in the Mistveil pack, invisible to everyone except as a target for their cruelty. For years, I secretly dreamed of Drary Vesper, the alpha’s son, believing he could be my escape. But when the Moon Goddess revealed he was my fated mate, he didn’t embrace me. He rejected me. Publicly. Brutally. In front of the entire pack and his vicious lover, Gwendolyn.

That night, drowning in pain and my first heat, I stumbled into the one man I should have avoided: Axel Vesper. The ruthless, silver-eyed Alpha who rules with an iron fist and is rumored to have killed his own wife. He’s cold, commanding, and twice my age. He’s also Drary’s father.

One night of vulnerability changed everything. Now, my body is changing in ways I don’t understand, and someone is poisoning me from the shadows. When Gwendolyn tries to burn me alive, my wolf finally awakens—not to save me for Drary, but to deliver me into the hands of a rival pack... and a mysterious man with warm golden eyes who looks at me like I’m something precious.

But Axel hasn’t forgotten me. And in a world where alphas rule and omegas are discarded, the most dangerous monster of all might just be the one who wants to claim me as his.

After a painful loss and with overwhelming uncertainty knocking at her door, Lunna Rivera feels lost once again, accompanied by fear. She still feels like the little girl shaking in fear under the covers, wishing her heartbeat would calm down. However, she discovers something: true love. Will love to rise like a rainbow after the storm? She and Adam will face several difficulties that will test their love and feelings, putting their hearts to the test. Will this burn love stay alive? Will Adam finally fight for his first love? And will Luna learn to see beyond appearances to discover the truth?

However, for Lunna, trusting her heart means a path that should not be followed, something deceitful and cruel. She prefers not to think about it because it causes fear and reminds her of the child who cried under the sheets, wondering why her heart was bleeding again.

Luna must heal her broken heart, while Adam faces his own internal battles. Will it be possible to overcome past mistakes and find redemption? Will the love between Luna and Adam withstand all trials? They explore pain, overcoming, and the search for true connection. Confronting their weaknesses and traumas, both want to rekindle the flame of love that once brought them together. Secrets will be revealed, difficult choices will be made, the courage to forgive and start over will be fundamental.

Will destiny have a happy ending in store for Luna and Adam?

Because of the strong desire to give her mother the best treatment after her stroke, Samantha was forced to accept the offer to dance for a client, Mr. MC. She is the private sexy dancer of a wealthy man.

She hasn't seen his face, not even once, because he always wears a masquerade mask when she dances in front of him. She needs to give him a good show to warm his night just by dancing.

Just watch, no touch, that's it!

Does she have the right to fight how he feels about him if their agreement ends when the woman he was supposed to marry returns?

What? She married a wrong guy? It wasn’t the person who was going to marry her but someone else?
After the death of her boyfriend, her family sold her off, in the name of marriage, to the wealthiest family of the city in order to pay back their debts. The condition was: She has to give birth to the Reynolds’ family’s heir within a year!
Sienna Millar always thought that, she replaced her sister to marry the foster son of the Reynolds’ family. But what she didn’t know was she actually married the real heir of the Reynolds’ family!
Ezekiel Reynolds, the real heir of the Reynolds family, the business emperor and the prince charming of the city, married the daughter of Millar family because his brother didn’t want to do it. After marriage he didn’t even see the woman he married. But what he didn’t know was he actually married the woman he always liked!
Sienna who always thought Ezekiel as his brother-in-law and Ezekiel who always thought Sienna pretended to be married were unknown that they were actually husband and wife!
When Sienna found out the person she married was actually Ezekiel, she was stunned, “I married a wrong guy? Aren’t you my brother-in-law?”
However, Ezekiel pressed her against the wall, saying evilly, “Why? Are you unsatisfied with your mistaken husband?”

Twenty years ago, Clovis Dupond became the most hated man in history.

When an ancient horror escapes the prison he has guarded for twenty years, the truth begins to surface…and so does the daughter he believed he killed.

How do you save the world when the person destined to destroy it is your own child?

Ava Montgomery's perfect wedding crumbles when she catches her fiancé Garry cheating with the Alpha's daughter the night before their wedding. Heartbroken and humiliated, she accepts a shocking proposal from Marcus Stone, Garry's supposedly dead billionaire brother who returns with a thirst for revenge. Their fake marriage for revenge turns real when an unexpected mate bond forms between them during Marcus's challenge for Alpha. But as Marcus's billions merge with pack leadership, dark secrets emerge including hidden murders, a mysterious twin brother, and Ava's own secret heritage that could make her the most powerful Luna in werewolf history. Now Ava must decide if she can trust the dangerous billionaire she married for revenge, especially when their growing love threatens to destroy the empire they're building together.

Grim Reapers. Saving lives. Lessons in love. 

(This book was previously published as When Death Became A Woman.)

For some, it's a fictitious world. But for Debra Stone, it's everyday life. 

After a chance encounter with a man she enjoys throws her down a path she almost can't believe, she struggles to cope with her newfound purpose. 

Saving lives. 

Ushering souls into the afterlife. It can't be real, right? But the men who catch her in the act are real. And their adoration for her is very real. 

The attention they give her is real. The words they whisper in her ears are real. But after running into a man who flips her already twisted world on its head, she questions everything once again.

Can Debra deal with her radically successful business, help others before Death takes them, and still have a love life?

Or will it all come crashing down around her?

Grab a glass of wine, and read Debra’s Paranormal Women's Fiction story. Just be careful when drinking, the laughs can be dangerous!​

[Warning: 18+ | Mature content with explicit scenes, abuse, non-consensual acts, and dark themes. Reader discretion advised.]
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"Rip off those clothes and crawl like the filthy slave you are—dignity died the moment you became mine."_Lucian de Gaull

Her father destroyed his kingdom. Now, she belongs to him.

Ten years ago, Princess Elena stood above all—beautiful, noble, untouchable.
Ten years ago, Prince Lucian watched everything he loved burn—his kingdom, his family… his soul.

Now, he’s back. As a king. As a conqueror.
And he’s claimed Elena as the prize of war—his slave, his toy, his revenge.

“You’ll never have my heart,” she hissed.
“I don’t want your heart,” he smirked, “I just want to break it.”

But when hate turns into hunger, and punishment becomes pleasure, both will question everything.
She was supposed to suffer.
He was supposed to win.
Neither expected to fall.

I died the night I refused to postpone the engagement party.

The morning after my death, my parents were still having breakfast with my sister Blair, excitedly planning her award ceremony.

Before I died, the only person who answered my desperate call was my mother. I was being chased by kidnappers at the time, and I begged her to save me, telling her I was dying. But she said, "Stop being so dramatic! You're just trying to get our attention. If you want to die so badly, then go ahead and die."

That was my last call for help before the line went dead, and then I was struck by a car.

I lay on that dark road, bleeding profusely. They thought I was just sulking, hiding away to get attention. They thought if they ignored me, I would come back and apologize to them.

They didn't know I was already dead.

When that dealer tortured me, my dad, a narcotics cop, and my mom, the city’s chief medical examiner, were busy celebrating my sister’s win in the volleyball semifinals. To get back at my dad for destroying his drug network three years earlier, that man cut my throat. Right before I died, I called my dad. Before I hung up, he said, “Cut it out. Serena’s game is what mattered most right now.”

As the last stroke of the New Year bell rang,
I suddenly received a message from eight years ago:

“This is my first New Year with Zhou Guming!”
“I want to be with Zhou Guming forever!”
“I will play the piano for my whole life!”

At the same time, the news on TV was reporting:
On New Year’s Day,
my husband Zhou Guming was attending my best friend’s piano recital.

I looked down at my deformed fingers, bound by chains.
After cutting my wrist with a piece of iron I’d hidden for a long time,
I struggled to type one line:

“Lili, keep going forward. Don’t look back.”

Returned to my biological family, I didn’t find a home. I became a living blood bag for my adopted sister.

On the night of our shared eighteenth birthday gala, I weakly tugged at my mother's dress. "Mom, please... no needles just for tonight. I only want to stand in the corner and watch the cake being cut."

"Elena is suffocating in agony, and all you care about is a slice of cake?"

Disgusted, my mother ordered my brother to lock me in the attic with heavy silver chains.

When the fire broke out, completely paralyzed by the toxic silver and severe blood loss, I burned alive in the dark.

Now a phantom, I drifted down to the glittering ballroom, only to overhear my mother's cold laugh.

"Elena's condition was cured three years ago. We kept draining her just to break her spirit," she sneered. "Did that street rat really think blood ties meant she could steal Elena's place?"

My sister was never dying. My years of living hell, my agonizing death... it was all just a brutal, calculated punishment for daring to exist.

In the Lycan kingdom, ​Freya’s life changes forever when Caspian, the Lycan King, discovers her fighting off rogues in his forest. She is his fated mate, but she doesn’t feel the bond, because she has no wolf…

As ancient forces awaken and a dark sorcerer rises, whispers of a forgotten bloodline begin to stir.

She is more than she knows...

For five years, Vivian sacrificed her brilliant scientific career to be the perfect wife to billionaire Dylan Hudson and a devoted mother to their son, Allen. Her reward? Her husband's cold indifference and her son's cruel rejection, both secretly manipulated by Dylan’s two-faced assistant, Hazel.

When her five-year-old son screams, "You're not my real mom! I want Hazel!", Vivian's heart finally shatters. She signs the divorce papers and walks away without looking back.

But Vivian isn't just a desperate housewife. She is the hidden heiress to the powerful Wilson family and a genius scientist. As she reclaims her empire and catches the eye of a devoted, even wealthier single father, Dylan realizes the massive mistake he made.

Now, her billionaire ex-husband and the son who pushed her away are on their knees, desperate to win her back. But Vivian only has one cold answer: "It's too late."

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“Fuck me,” I mutter, “or kill me. We both know you have to choose.”
He snarls as he wraps his hands around my waist.
“Have you ever been fucked, Lucia Reid?”
It's the first time he's said my real name, and it sends heat sparking between my thighs.
“Of course I’ve had sex.”
He leans in until his mouth is against my cheek and whispers, “That’s not what I asked.”
My toes curl in my expensive heels, my hips rolling against him, and his mouth slants over mine roughly, his hands pushing the material of my dress until it pools at the tops of my thighs.
He pushes into me then until I feel his cock pressing hard against my clothed sex.

“I’ll fuck you so hard, princess,” his mouth is at my ear, “Hard enough for you to forget about all about the Reids and Ardens and everything else that doesn’t matter. I’ll make you forget about every cocky rich boy who ever smiled at you, the ones who couldn’t handle you, and I’ll make you come so hard that by the time I'm done... you’ll have to name me king.”

I was Alessandro Romano's wife in name only—the mafia godfather of Belluno City.
We had the most extravagant wedding this city had ever seen: three thousand guests, flowers lining every street. Everything except a legal marriage certificate.
Over three years, he promised to sign the papers twenty-two times. He canceled every single one.
He would buy two identical necklaces, hanging one around my neck and the other around his mistress's, trading a night spent comforting her for a dismissive apology to me.
After the twenty-one broken promise, I stopped waiting.
I packed my bags and left for the one city he vowed never to enter.
What I didn't know: after I left, the man who ruled the underworld completely lost control.

When the apocalypse struck, my brother Leo didn't hesitate to choose the offshore sanctuary.
In our past life, faced with a choice between a powerful inland warlord commanding a massive army and a leader clinging to a solitary island, Leo snatched up the first option.
But when a zombie horde overran the mainland and defenses collapsed, he fled to my island for refuge.
Jealous of how well I was surviving the end of the world, he and our parents knocked me unconscious in the dead of night and threw me into the ocean to drown.
Now that I've been reborn, Leo immediately took our parents to the maritime base, leaving the "dangerous" mainland to me.
He thinks the ocean is a natural barrier that guarantees his safety, that he can sit back and relax while the world burns.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
Zombies aren't just static, mindless walking dead—they evolve.
And when they do, that offshore sanctuary will become a floating hell with no way out.

"I bought you for three years, Spring. That means 1,095 days. Your body, your soul, and every breath you take belong to me."
To the world, Spring Willow is the luckiest woman alive, married to August Harrington, the billionaire who rules the city.
But to August, she is the woman who killed the only person he ever loved. A murderer dressed in silk. A reminder of the loss he can never forget.
Their marriage is nothing but a contract. Three hundred thousand dollars a month to save her grandmother's life. One hundred rules to remind her she is his possession, not his wife. And the one rule that matters most: never expect his heart.
Spring thought she could endure his hatred. She never expected his cruelty to turn into a dangerous obsession that would bind him to her long after their contract ended.
Then Ashford appears from the shadows, offering what August never has: a choice.
The contract began with revenge and pain, but the truth will decide how it ends. When hatred turns into obsession and possession starts to feel like love, who will Spring choose? The man who owns her, or the man willing to steal her away? Or will she finally choose herself?

She gave him three years. He gave her nothing but silence.
For three years, she endured a loveless marriage, clinging to the hope that one day he would choose her. But the moment his first love returned, he didn't hesitate. He cast her aside without a second glance. Even her final, desperate question couldn't make him stay.
So she walked away, burying her love along with their past.
What he didn't know: she was carrying his child.
What she didn't expect: his first love's fans would stalk her, run her car off the road, and nearly kill her and the baby.
And when the public turned her into the villain, calling her the "other woman" , he helped spread the lie. To protect the woman he truly loved.
Years later, she signs the final divorce papers from a hospital bed, ready to erase him from her life forever.
That's when the untouchable CEO breaks.
In front of everyone, he falls to his knees, his voice trembling as he begs her not to leave him.
He once let her go without regret.
Now, he will do anything to have her back.
But some wounds don't heal.
And some love stories don't deserve a second chance.

Lunar Depletion Syndrome. Seven days.
That was my death countdown. And my Alpha mate Kael was still threatening me, demanding I use the last of my life force to save my sister.
On our third anniversary, he had given me a surgical consent form and dissolution papers as gifts.
How laughable.
Three years ago he had said my eyes sparkled like stars. Three years later he wanted me to close them forever.
They all said I had finally matured, learned the spirit of sacrifice expected of an older sister. The joke was, I hadn't been moved by love.
I was just tired.
Why struggle when death was inevitable?
Rather than dying alone in the wilderness, it was better to die on the operating table and become the perfect sacrifice in their story.

A hundred years ago, old Duke Rowland saved me with a bowl of hot soup when I was dying. To repay him, I swore myself, as the Silver Wolf Goddess, to a hundred-year covenant protecting House Rowland.

I taught Garrett how to hold a sword. I turned Caleb into a prodigy at the Mages' Guild. I saved Preston's family from ruin.

But Lillian took a potion to fake being sick, and all it took was her claiming only my heart could save her to turn three men's knives on me.

In my last life, I begged them to listen, told them that cutting out my heart would tear down the foundation of House Rowland itself. They finally backed off.

Then Lillian, trying to keep the lie going, secretly upped her dose and poisoned herself to death in her own bed.

The three of them lost their minds and blamed me for her death.

"A beast doesn't get to call itself the guardian of House Rowland. Die."

They cut my heart out. I died on that altar.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they took my heart.

This time, I didn't waste my breath. I handed it over myself and let them have what they wanted.

The goddess's heart fell. The covenant ended.

They just didn't know yet how badly House Rowland would fall apart without me.

I’m a top assassin.

Three years ago, on a rainy night, I was being hunted when a stranger took a bullet for me. As he lay dying, he grabbed my hand and begged me to protect his son—and to keep living in his place.

To escape my pursuers and keep that promise, I changed my face, took his identity, and stayed by the boy’s side as his father.

His wife was arrogant, cruel, and constantly cheating. For the child—and to protect my cover—I endured all of it.

Until today.

She drugged me.

When I woke up, a doctor was holding a blade over my chest. They were about to take my heart.

Lying on that operating table, I finally learned the truth: her family had been trafficking organs all along.

That man died three years ago because he discovered it, and she arranged the crash that killed him.

She murdered the man who saved me. Now she wants to kill me too.

She still thinks I’m the same weak doctor who gets out of breath after a short run.

She doesn’t know I’m resistant to anesthesia.

And she definitely doesn’t know these hands have held scalpels—and snapped far too many necks.

After five years of a secret marriage, her husband never showed any affection in public. Sophia Johnson had always chalked it up to his personality—until he took their twin sons and his first love out for a candlelit dinner, earning rave reviews online as the "most stunning family." That’s when her heart finally shattered completely.
Hearing her own sons call the woman "Auntie" repeatedly, Sophia came to her senses. A husband who didn’t love her, sons who were estranged from her—she didn’t want any of it. From that moment on, she would only love herself.
After the divorce, she returned to her hometown village to pick up her old profession: growing medicinal herbs, treating rare illnesses, and developing skincare miracles. Luxury cars often arrived late at night in the remote village, drawn by her skills.
When word got out that she was looking for a father for her daughter, elite scientists, financial tycoons, A-list idols, award-winning actors... All kinds of tycoons emerged, volunteering themselves, hoping to catch her eye.
Later, her ex-husband knelt on a bed of durians, his face filled with remorse. "Soph, I love you. Will we remarry?"
She scoffed. "William Smith, isn’t the forbidden fruit sweet enough?"
Her twin sons knelt on computer keyboards side by side. "Mommy, we only want you!"
Sophia waved them off. "No, I can’t afford you."