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Ophelia Rodrigo, the only daughter of the city’s most successful business tycoons, was only sixteen years old when everything she loved was torn away from her in a single night. Ruthless thieves invaded the Rodrigo mansion, leaving behind blood, broken glass, and the haunting memory of her parents’ merciless deaths. Hidden in terror, Ophelia watched helplessly as the empire her family spent decades building collapsed within hours, and for the first time in her sheltered life, she understood what it meant to become utterly alone. She believed that night would also claim her life, that the Rodrigo name would vanish together with her.

Instead, she was saved by the last man she ever expected.

Dimitri Cox, the city’s youngest billionaire and her father’s most dangerous business rival, became the one person who made sure the final surviving Rodrigo did not disappear with the ashes of her family. He was the very man her parents had spent years trying to defeat, the name spoken with resentment inside their household, yet when everyone else was gone, it was Dimitri who took responsibility for the broken girl left behind by tragedy.

As the years pass, Ophelia grows into a woman burdened by grief, unanswered questions, and a hatred she no longer fully understands. She soon discovers that the massacre that destroyed her family was never an ordinary robbery, and every truth she uncovers leads to a conspiracy darker than she imagined. Forced to rely on Dimitri Cox, the cold and untouchable enemy who became her reluctant protector, Ophelia is pulled into a dangerous world of revenge, betrayal, and buried secrets, where the man she was raised to despise may be the only one willing to risk everything to keep her alive.

“Don’t be afraid.”

The terrifying man everyone called a monster was standing in front of me.

Cole Caesar was the undefeated football star, the ruthless team captain, and the man no doctor dared to treat twice.

But when he looked at me, something changed.

His anger disappeared.

His voice softened.

And he whispered, “You smell different.”

I thought he was crazy.

I didn’t know I was standing in front of an Alpha.

Cole was the heir of the wolf kingdom, hiding among humans under a potion that suppressed his powers. He hated human scents, hated doctors, and hated being touched.

Until he met me.

My scent was the only thing that could calm his wolf.

Meanwhile, I was fighting my own battle.

My mother was dying of leukemia, and I was desperate to pay for her treatment. To survive, I secretly sold my medical inventions under the identity of “L,” becoming one of the most sought-after young geniuses in the underground medical world.

I thought my biggest problem was keeping my identity hidden.

I was wrong.

When Cole discovered that I created the revolutionary healing spray used by his team, he exposed my secret—and promised to protect me.

“My family will keep you safe.”

Then he touched my hand.

And for the first time, I felt something strange inside me.

A warmth.

A pull.

A connection I couldn’t explain.

Cole stared at me as if he had just discovered something terrifying.

His wolf had already recognized me.

But if I really was his mate…

Why was someone willing to kill me for the medicine I created?

And what would happen when Cole discovered that the mysterious woman he was protecting was not only his healer—

but his destined mate?

Andrea and the enigmatic billionaire, Tyler William have a life-changing situation at a charity event.

A single night together leads to an unexpected consequence as Andrea becomes pregnant with Tyler’s child.

She is forced to go through motherhood alone after she goes in search of Tyler and doesn't find him.

Years later, fate intervenes and reunites Andrea and Tyler at an event.

Will Andrea reveal the secret of the existence of their child? Will Tyler be a good father and be able to raise their daughter?

Find out in the gripping and astonishing story of "Keeping My Baby A Secret."

All her life, Luceila had only known control and hatred. 

As if living under the iron hands of her mother was not enough, she ends up with three stepbrothers who already hated her before they knew her name. So all she does is stay hidden until she's needed.

Not until the boys begin to sense something stronger than hatred. Her scent. It drives mad with lust that each of them wants to claim despite hating her. Now every touch, every heat takes them one step closer to tearing her apart.

And Luceila, she's fighting hard to stay sane while still wanting the very men she shouldn't want, her stepbrothers. So when a curse threatens to destroy Luceila, each man suppresses their need for her own, just to save her life.

Will Luceila be able to fight off her need to let them claim her or will she give in to the thirst that could save her in the end?

Lily Danvers is a human in a school for vampires, bullied all her life for being different. In Nightfang Academy, he has a crush on one of the hottest guys in school, Jake Sinclair.

However, she can only get the attention of his best friend, Alexander Hollander, her bully. One day, a kiss suddenly happens between Lily and Alexander, and they become mates. Lily is desperate to revoke the bond with the boy she hates, and the only way is to make the boy she loves fall for her.

Alexander, who has already fallen head over heels for her, has to help her make his best friend fall for her, but how can he when he has already fallen head over heels for her?

For eight years, Gwendolyn Garcia believed she knew the man she married.

She was wrong.

When Gwendolyn discovers her husband, Roman, has been having an affair, she follows the clues to his mistress's apartment, determined to confront the woman who has invaded her marriage.

But the confrontation takes a horrifying turn.

The woman ends up dead.

Terrified that she has just become a murderer, Gwendolyn cleans the scene and calls the one person she believes she can trust: her husband.

But as the police begin closing in, strange details about that night refuse to make sense. Roman's behavior becomes increasingly suspicious, while secrets from his past slowly surface.

What Gwendolyn thought was a simple affair soon becomes something far more dangerous.

Someone is lying.

Someone is hiding the truth.

And if Gwendolyn wants to protect herself and her children, she must uncover what really happened that night before she becomes the perfect scapegoat for a crime she never intended to commit.

“You belong to me now, not because I love you, but because I hate your father.”

Fifteen years ago, Caleb Reyes lost everything: his family, his future, his childhood, all destroyed by one man’s greed.

Now he’s back, a ruthless billionaire with one goal: revenge. His plan? Destroy Richard Harlow piece by piece, starting with his daughter.

Cynthia Harlow is proud, beautiful, and loyal to a fault. Trapped in a contract marriage to a man who only sees her as a pawn, she struggles to survive in a world of cold kisses and hidden daggers. But as Caleb’s plan unfolds, so does something neither of them expected, desire that turns into something dangerous.

Just when Cynthia begins to fall for her husband, the past comes crashing back. Caleb’s ex-wife returns, claiming she had his child during their separation. Cynthia’s toxic ex resurfaces, threatening to release a fabricated sex video using AI.

And the father she swore to protect turns out to be the monster Caleb swore to destroy.

Then, everything shatters, Caleb breaks his promise, Cynthia’s father dies, he didn't protect him and was the one who orchestrated his death. And she discovers she’s pregnant after one reckless, drunken night with the man she now wants to hate.

Torn between the life growing inside her and the man who ruined hers, Cynthia must choose: Stay broken… or rise and take her own revenge.

He wanted vengeance. What he got… was her.

As Aileen embarks on her new career, she is unexpectedly drawn to her charming and enigmatic boss, the billionaire CEO Anthony Price. Yet, unbeknownst to her, she is already married to him. A year prior, Aileen entered a flash marriage with a man she barely knew, motivated by her grandmother's dying wish. Both she and her husband had almost no interaction after the wedding, and they couldn't even recall each other's faces. Now, in a stunning twist of fate, Aileen discovers that the man she is falling for at work is her elusive husband.

“I don’t want to be here,” I whispered, trying not to look at him.

“You don’t get to want anything,” he said, his hand locking around my waist, “you were sold to me, and now you belong to me.”

I hated his touch but my body betrayed me every time he leaned close, every time his lips brushed my skin I wanted to push him away but I couldn’t, I wanted to scream but his voice burned in my ears when he said, “Say you are mine, or I’ll make you beg for it.”

I was trapped between two packs, betrayed by my own family, sold to the Alpha Beast, and I knew I should hate him but the more he claimed me, the more I craved what I should never want.

On the 10th anniversary of her father’s death, Serena planned to send off his soul with peace and grief… not betrayal.Her mother didn’t even light a candle to honor him. Instead, she shocked Serena with a sudden announcement—she was marrying an Alpha. And they were moving to Moonstone Pack immediately.
Though broken by her mother’s coldness, Serena had no choice but to go, hoping maybe this would be a fresh start. A new chapter but nothing could prepare her for what awaited.The feared Alpha’s heirs—triplets Rhys, Callum, and Dominic—took an interest in her. They teased her. Tempted her. Touched her soul. And under the moonlight, they marked her… and made her theirs.
One night of passion.
One unforgettable bond.Serena thought it meant everything.But by morning, they acted like strangers. And when she discovered she was pregnant with their child… they called her a liar.A rogue.A disgrace.In front of the whole pack, she was humiliated, accused of seducing the Alphas, and sentenced to banishment. Her mother said nothing. The triplets didn’t even look at her.Now, Serena has been thrown out like trash—handcuffed and alone, with enemies closing in.Was it all a cruel joke?Was she just a game to them?Is someone behind the triplets’ sudden change toward Serena?Why is Vivian so cruel to her?And most of all… can she survive what comes next?

Pierre is my boyfriend´s best friend, He was like a second brother to Mathew, my future husband, He always talk to me about him. They grow up together, and Mathew´s father was his father too since they were childhood. When Pierre found out that Mathew's father had passed away, he left his wealthyncompany and decided to return to his city to attend his best friend's father's funeral. Pierre is a rich CEO, and a professional car pilot driver, but before going to Mathew´s dad funeral. I will meet him, suddenly, without know who really is.

Pierre, love action, He is a fan of extreme sports, as soon as He came to the city, He decided to go to the beach to surf, the same weekend I was alone spending my time in the beach. Where I met a handsome blonde. Irresistible and charming, Pierre seduced me and we spent a dream weekend. I didn´t know who really was that strange and sexy guy, I believed I will never see him again. And he couldn't understand until now what our night meant to him and he left me afterwards because he had a commitment to fulfill and had to meet up with his best friend.

Just days later, unable to stop thinking about him, about the sexy guy in the beach, I will realize at the funeral of Mathew´s father funeral, He´s actually my future husband´s best friend. He is my forbidden love.

Daisy and Kayla face a lot together after the demise of their mother, they are left helpless and broke.

In the quest for a better life, Kayla finds herself doing things she wouldn't normally do for money to save her dying father.

She gets pregnant by a man she had sex with one night and after that night she never sees him again, she is stuck with a child whom she doesn't know where the father is, do you think she'll get to see him ever again? Will he accept paternity?

I clicked the anonymous link, and my world shattered. There was my perfect fiancé, in a live stream, entangled with the woman who was supposed to be my maid of honor—my best friend.
He was the hero who donated his bone marrow to save my life. Now, he was defiling our future marriage bed in the most vile betrayal. I thought this was their twisted idea of a game, until I dug deeper and uncovered the truth: our "fateful" connection three years ago was nothing but a calculated lie.
My savior, my soulmate, the father of my child... it was all a facade. Now, I've vanished into the night, carrying a secret they know nothing about—his child. Their little show was just the beginning.
My revenge? It's just getting started.

I was born into a cursed bloodline of witches. My mother told me that every firstborn daughter had to sacrifice the one she loved most to break the chains binding our blood. She said it was the only way to save my child. I lied to myself, and I lied to him, leading him to the altar with my own two hands. But I couldn't survive a single day without him. No curse, no matter how horrific, could ever compare to the sheer ugliness of the human heart. Waking up in that empty house, the truth finally hit me: I had absolutely nothing left.

At 2:00 AM, I lay in bed with my eyes closed, my fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my inner thigh.

Crack... Crunch... A stomach-churning sound of dislocating bones drifted from the foot of the bed. Immediately after, a cloying stench of dead fish rolled over the mattress.

A cold, stiff finger traced my jawline and pressed down hard on my carotid artery. It was feeling for a pulse.

"Darling..."

A bizarre, dual-layered echo came from directly above my head. A cold, bloody drop of meat juice smacked right onto my eyelid.

But I didn't dare let my breathing falter for even a fraction of a beat.

Because I knew—the thing currently staring dead at me, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a spider with its limbs bent backward, was absolutely not the wife I had spent the last ten years with.

A falling planter knocked me out after a fight with my lifelong rival. When I woke up, I remembered everything. I just figured pretending otherwise might get me a little compensation.

"Who are you?" I asked.

Nathan Cole stared at me. Then he said, "Your boyfriend. We've been together for eight years."

Eight years?

He glanced at my mouth. "Want a kiss? Might jog your memory."

I'd been after his money. Apparently, he was after my lips.

I was the second child in my family who had an elder sister, perfect in every aspect. However, I had always craved for a brother.
My excitement was above the ninth cloud when Claire, my elder sister, ran up to me and announced, “Steffy, we have a big brother now.”
However, I ruined everything when the pure love for my brother took a different place in my heart. Now, I wanted Taylor, not as my brother but my lover.


“Were you ever going to tell me the truth?” He asked, staring at my fragile body in the hospital bed.
“Do you care at all?” I replied before turning my face away from him.

Five yeas ago, we were hosting a family dinner when I walked into the study and found my father with his mistress.

He looked at me, voice flat and cold: "Alice Russo, you don't tell your mother about this. Trust me, you can't handle the fallout."

I didn't listen. Ran straight to my mother in tears and told her everything.

That night, Mother had her people remove the woman from the property.

The next morning, the woman's daughter Anya ran my mother down with her car at the docks.

That's when I realized, I was completely alone. Because my dad is taking his bastard daughter's side.

I called Victor Castro, my husband, 99 times. He never answered once.

I had a breakdown at the family tribunal. They physically removed me and had me committed to a psychiatric facility in Sicily, the worst kind of place you can imagine.

Five years later, Victor finally spoke to me.

The transport stopped outside the facility that day. Sunlight hit my eyes.

Two guards helped me to the car. My father stood there with a line of his men behind him.

In the crowd, I recognized Peter Thompson, one of my mother's most loyal people.

He gave me the smallest nod. Something flickered in his eyes.

I kept my expression neutral and got in the car.

The door closed. Victor sat across from me.

He lit a cigar and said it without any preamble:

"The day Anya ran your mother down at the docks? I paid for her legal team. I provided the witnesses. I signed the autopsy report myself."

In the seventh year after I broke my fated mate's heart and he went abroad to study, he finally returned home with his new fiancée to meet his parents.
On that exact same day, the hospital finally pronounced my seven-year battle with Core Degeneration a failure. I was sent home to wait for death.
Seeing me sitting in a wheelchair on the street, supported by my mother, a mocking smile appeared on Kaelen's lips.
"It’s been seven years, and you've fallen so low you can't even walk?"
Listening to his disgusted voice and smelling the Alpha pine scent I once loved so much, I panicked, hurriedly yanking down the sleeves of my coat to hide the dense, ugly needle marks on the back of my hand.
"It's nothing. I fell and broke my leg, that's all," I lied quietly.
Kaelen sneered, pulling a beautiful Omega woman,Sloane, closer to his side. She smelled exactly like I used to—vanilla and rain.
"Since you're so free," he drawled, his eyes cold, "I'm getting married soon. Why don't you be Sloane's bridesmaid?"
I just smiled calmly. "No thanks. I'm going somewhere very far away soon."

On the twenty-first night of insomnia, I ordered a beastman at 3 AM.

The ad was ridiculously over-the-top—gentle, considerate, perfect at housework, and could even cure anxiety and insomnia. The girls in the reviews said their lives transformed overnight, work stress just... gone.

I was dead tired, eyes barely staying open. Just glanced at the photo and hit purchase. Golden hair, amber eyes, two cute little fangs when he smiled—looked sweet.

Pink option looked prettier than blue. Done.

I didn't catch the tiny line of text flashing at the bottom: Grade A Product - Adults Only - Full Intimate Services

Three days later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to boxes way bigger than I'd expected.

Way bigger.

Whenever my husband, a Mafia don, needs me to back down, out come the divorce papers. When my parents, practically Mafia royalty, want the same thing, they threaten to cut me out of the family.

The demand never changes. Whatever I have, my twin sister should get it.

There was a time when I argued. When I cried and asked why I was always the one who had to give something up.

Then a doctor pushes my results across his desk. His voice has that careful, pitying softness. “Advanced brain cancer. A month, possibly less.” And suddenly, I just... don't care anymore.

I'm going to die. Let them have their way.

"@everyone: Nina is stranded at the downtown bar in this blizzard. Ella, your brother drives an SUV, right? Have him go pick her up ASAP!"

In my last life, I caved. I read the Slack message from Duke, my boss and fiancé, and sent my brother out into the storm. That single mistake cost Jeffrey his life. He was beaten to death in jail over a rigged rape charge. Meanwhile, Duke stole my inheritance. He locked me in a psych ward, leaving me to swallow a fistful of pills.

Now, I open my eyes. I stare at the exact same glowing notification on my screen. I smirk. I swipe it away. Then, I lock my brother safely in his room and turn on his Twitch stream.

You want a scapegoat to cover up your cheap office affair, Duke? Not tonight. Enjoy the storm. This time, you and Nina are going down together.

My name is Ivy, and I’m 18. My best friend’s father, Sebastian Blackwood, a Harvard law professor, is mature, cold, and authoritative. He’s been the centerpiece of every fantasy I’ve had since puberty.

Those nights, I toss and turn under the covers, imagining his fingers slipping into my wet, hot va*na, imagining his cok thrusting into me hard, driving me to the edge of climax.

I know it’s wrong. He’s off-limits.

But every time he looks at me, those deep, piercing eyes seem to strip away my clothes, staring straight at my most secret places. My heart races out of control, my body burns with heat.

I don’t want to just be his “good girl.”

I want to be claimed by him, completely, destructively.

During this 30-day seaside vacation, I’ll make him see that I’m no longer a little girl.

My body is wet for him, my soul burns for him.

Sebastian, will you resist, or will you pin me down and fu*k me hard?

"Sandra, we're a modern couple. Keeping our finances separate is the greatest respect I can show you."
Seven years into our marriage, my husband Howard Mercer had taken "fifty-fifty" to its absolute extreme.
The mortgage was split down the middle. Utility bills were calculated to the penny.
Even for our six-year-old daughter Anna's birthday cake, he'd remind me to Venmo him forty dollars right after paying at the register.
I used to think he'd just brought his Wall Street spreadsheets home with him.
Then Anna had an asthma attack and ended up in the ER, and after that first exchange, he gave me the silent treatment for three days over the ER bill.
That's when I caught a glimpse of the credit card statement he'd been hiding.
Twenty thousand dollars. A private helicopter. A ski trip to Aspen.
All for another woman. And her son.
So he wasn't broke. And he wasn't incapable of love. He'd just been spending it all on someone else.
In that moment, I didn't shed a single tear.
If he wanted to run our marriage like a business, fine. I'd play along, right up until I bled him dry.

My water broke on the coldest night of winter.

My fated mate, Alpha Cassian, wrapped silver chains around my wrists and threw me into a freezing dungeon.

"Lucian's son must be born first," he snarled, forcing wolfsbane down my throat as I screamed through contractions.

Above me, his sister-in-law Sienna rested in silk sheets, surrounded by healers and warmth. She was carrying his dead brother's heir—the future of the pack. And I? I was nothing. Just the Omega he'd been forced to mark, the one his pack blamed for Lucian's death.

As silver burned through my skin and ice water rose past my chest, I felt our baby's heartbeat flutter. Then slow.

"Please," I begged. "Our child—"

"You owe him this," Cassian said coldly.

When the chains finally came off, he'd lost us both for good.

On our third wedding anniversary, the Alpha werewolf had to accompany his northern allies on a border patrol and couldn’t be with me.
So I went for my prenatal check-up alone, choosing a hospital under the Alpha’s name.
“I’m Luna to Alpha Kael, here for my prenatal appointment.”
The receptionist looked at me with confusion. “You are… who?”
I’d spent the last three years since our wedding mostly at home, focusing on my health to prepare for pregnancy, so it wasn’t surprising that Kael’s subordinates didn’t recognize me.
I was about to pull out our mate agreement as proof when a female wolf suddenly charged over and slapped me hard across the face—twice.
She was holding the bison-leather briefcase I had custom-made for Kael. Pointing a finger at my nose, she snarled:
“I’ve seen plenty of shameless strays like you, but none bold enough to come here and harass my Alpha!”
“Why don’t you go ask around—who really rules the Blackwood Forest? Get out of here now if you don’t want to die!”
A sharp, wrenching pain shot through my abdomen. I clutched my belly, forcing myself to explain through the discomfort: “This is mine and Kael’s hospital. I am Kael’s Luna…”
The woman let out a shrill, mocking laugh, then lifted her foot and kicked me brutally in the stomach.
“What a joke! Kael already told me his useless mate died long ago!”
“Where did you crawl out from, you stray? How dare you impersonate the Luna!”
That kick severed the last thread of life for my pup.
This foolish she-wolf had no idea—Kael was nothing but a stray my father picked up from the wilderness.
Every deed to this entire pack, and every asset Kael appears to own, bears only one name: mine, Alina.
Since Kael has betrayed me… I’ll grant you exactly what you wish for.

I'm Nora. Size 18. Transferred to my fourth school in four years. And on my very first day, the hottest guy in class leaned over and told me my seat had a weight limit.
That was Ethan Cross. Lacrosse captain, sharp jaw, zero empathy. He made it his personal mission to remind me I was fat — in the hallway, at lunch, in gym class, wherever he could get a laugh.
Then I found his sketchbook.
He'd left it open in the art room. I should've walked away. I didn't. I turned the page, and there I was — my body, my face, my hands — drawn over and over like he couldn't stop.
None of it was a joke. None of it was ugly.
So what the hell am I supposed to do with that?

For five years, Alpha Rowan Blackwood kept our mate bond secret while the pack waited for another woman to become his Luna. Every time he broke a promise to me, he gave me a binding decree: anything I wanted, his to provide.

I had never asked for jewels, money, or a title. But I was about to collect my hundredth token, and this time I knew what I wanted.

The right to break our bond. And his promise to let me leave.

I am secretly pregnant with the child of my worst enemy—my ruthless stepbrother.
A masquerade mistake left me ruined, and I desperately tried to hide my condition. But Kyle, the Empire's most feared Chief Mage and my lifelong tormentor, cornered me and found my medical crystal.
"Who is the bastard?!" he roared, slamming me against the wall, his ice-blue eyes blazing with murderous jealousy. "I will crush his bones and burn his soul in hellfire!"
I trembled in his shadow. How could I tell this possessive tyrant that the "bastard" he wants to brutally murder is... himself? Now, trapped in a magical chamber that forces us to reveal our darkest secrets or die, my time is running out.

Ethan Bennett went overseas for a month. While he was gone, his family found him a wife.

Faced with the furious man himself, I panicked and blurted out the worst possible greeting.

“Hi, hubby.”

He flushed, then scowled. After a moment, he gave a short, disbelieving laugh.

“Get out.” His low voice left no room for discussion.

Later, though, he would be the one holding me tightly around the waist.

I’m in the final stages of stomach cancer. My son just passed away yesterday.
At his funeral, my ex-husband barged in, pointed at our son’s headstone, and accused me of doing anything for attention—even putting on a show like this.
He told me to get lost, to stay far away from the woman he really loves.
So I did exactly as he wanted.
I took my son’s ashes and disappeared into the endless sea.
But now, when I’m truly at death’s door, that same man who once hated me with everything he had is tearing the hospital apart, desperate to save me.
Don’t bother, Lucian.
If there’s a next life, let’s never meet again.

Seven years ago, I staged an affair to set him free, letting him believe I'd betrayed him for money. Now he's back—a celebrated music director, weeks away from his engagement—and I'm just the cleaning woman kneeling at his feet.
"You know this cleaning woman?" someone whispered.
"Seven years, and look how far you've fallen," he said, his voice cold as ice.
I kept my head down, tugging my sleeve over the needle marks the chemo had left behind.
He still thinks I cheated for the money.
He has no idea what it actually cost me to give him this life.

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out."
I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Kiera Thornhart, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Sera got the love, the title, even my mate Tristan, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine.
That night, I ran.
Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Sera's dying, the pack demands my return.
"Come home, Kiera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you."
I almost laugh. After everything?
But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own.

My name is Damian Lemaître.

In my past life, I was Serafina Camarilla's lapdog for ten years, being drained of my life, used, and squeezed dry of my last bit of value.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the scene of the blood pact ceremony. She sat on the high seat, waiting for me to kneel down and swear the oath with the same excitement as in my previous life.

"Damian Flamel, are you willing?"

"No."

Intro: I'm an S-Class superhuman, but I was locked in a basement for five full years, subjected to inhuman abuse and torment. All they wanted was to drain my blood and energy dry. I once believed that if I could just endure it all, I would see my family again. Until my wife Valen's voice came through the intercom and revealed that it was all a lie. I will turn my fury into strength and tear it all apart with my own hands.

The day I signed the divorce papers, Ethan Frost lit up the night sky with thousands of drones spelling out, ‘Vivian Moore, I love you.’ The whole city celebrated his new romance.
On our daughter, Sophie’s birthday, he watched coldly as Vivian’s daughter snatched away her favorite Elsa princess cake—and didn’t even blink when I was shoved down the stairs. Bleeding and trembling, I looked up to see him tenderly massaging Vivian’s feet.
But what truly shattered me was the day Sophie struggled in the pool—Ethan held me back, eyes dark, roaring, “What do you want?”
Later, he scrambled to Sophie’s photo on his knees, crying “Where’s Sophie? Bring her out.” While I only felt absurd, I smiled through my tears “you will never see Sophie again—ever.”

After seven years of being an ignored wife and mother, she finally files for divorce.
She returns to her career as a top designer and shines brightly.
When her billionaire husband realizes what he lost, he begs her to come back.
But it’s too late—she’s already moved on.

Three years ago, pro-wrestler Valerie Ruiz was framed for a failed drug test right before her championship match...a setup orchestrated by her ruthless teammate, Roxanne. When Valerie's sister, Sofia, stepped into the ring to defend their family name, Roxanne delivered a dirty hit that ended Sofia's career forever.

Now, with her father’s gym facing foreclosure, Valerie has one final chance to save her family's legacy and clear her name.
Her only way back into the sport? Partner with Damian Dubois, a cold, undefeated retired champion who owns The Crucible, an elite independent fight house. Damian agrees to train her, but under one strict condition: she must move into his private facility and submit to his brutal, unrelenting regimen.

Living under the same roof, late-night sparring sessions spark an intense, explosive attraction between them. As Damian coaches her through a relentless tournament run, he becomes more than just her corner strategist...he becomes the man willing to tear down the entire corrupt federation to hand Valerie her justice.

I was eight weeks pregnant when I suffered a violent hemorrhage inside the café’s restroom. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I called my husband fourteen times—only to be labeled a hysterical faker. That same night, he toasted champagne with his young female assistant in his arms without a single shred of guilt.
Three days later, surveillance footage exposed the truth. The woman he cherished had been the one who shoved me down the staircase on purpose.
The night I lost our child, he was out raising his glass in celebration.
Fine. I will make them pay for every single thing they’ve done.

As the Guardian of the Sylvan Enclave's Sacred Vein, the centennial Fading Period was the one time I was utterly defenseless.

Yet, on this exact day, the four High Lord brothers I had protected for centuries decided to harvest my Vein—all because our adopted human sister whined about wanting to become an elf instantly.

Without the Vein, the Enclave would wither.

In my past life, I desperately fought them off. I begged them to reconsider, promising to manually infuse her with my magic to sustain her life.

They backed down, but Cassianne's greed didn't. She sneaked into the Forbidden forest seeking a shortcut to power and was devoured by beasts.

When news of her death hit, my brothers lost their minds.

They smashed my sanctuary and physically tore open my chest.

"If you hadn't been so selfish, hoarding your Vein, she wouldn't have been so desperate! Rot in hell, you monster!"

Blinded by rage, they shattered my limbs and hollowed me out, leaving me to suffocate in my own pooling blood.

Opening my eyes again, I realized I had been reborn.

This time, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted.

My six-month business trip to Europe was finally over. I decided to surprise my husband Nathaniel by coming home early without telling him, bringing my six-year-old son Lucas straight to his newly opened upscale restaurant.

Lucas excitedly ran toward the children's play area while I scanned the restaurant for Nathaniel, eagerly anticipating our reunion.

Suddenly, a scream shattered the peaceful atmosphere.

I turned to see a woman in work uniform roughly shoving my son, snarling viciously:

"What the hell are you RUNNING around for, you little brat! Can't you watch where you're going?"

I froze. How DARE this woman treat my child like this in my husband's restaurant?

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

On the night before my sister's bone marrow transplant, my parents confiscated my EpiPen and locked me in the attic.

Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.

I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.

The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.

I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."

"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"

Her footsteps retreated.

Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.

Until my breathing stopped completely.

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.

At the magic academy’s party, I overheard my werewolf boyfriend in the lounge saying he was going to destroy me.

"Alexander, her magic core is merely experiencing a temporary disruption. According to the academy infirmary's suturing protocol, her magical output will fully recover in three days. Why did you lie and tell her the core is necrotic and must be dug out?" the school doctor asked.

My werewolf boyfriend's deep voice was as cold as silver salt scraping across glass—

"If she doesn't drop out of the Magic Scroll Championship finals, how can Vivienne win?"
"I cannot let her destroy Vivienne's dream!"

I froze in the shadows of the corridor, my fingertips going numb.
It turned out that the love I believed in, the protection and the future he kept promising me, were nothing but him treating me as an obstacle to his childhood sweetheart's success.

If that’s the case—

I don't need this man anyway!

My mafia husband has a childhood sweetheart. Whenever she or her son needed anything, he would eagerly rush to their aid.
This time, when our son Noah suffered from acute retinopathy and desperately needed his signature for surgery, he claimed she was in mortal danger and couldn't leave.
Because he wasn't there to sign the paperwork, Noah ultimately went blind.
Yet later, on his sweetheart's Instagram, I saw that he was just dining with her and her son...

A betrayed politician’s wife.
A rebel alpha with nothing to lose.
A town crawling with secrets.
And a war waiting to ignite between blood and fang.
Calla Hart thought the worst thing her husband could do was cheat.
She was wrong.
After catching Senator Blake Hart in bed with a vampire, and learning he’s part of the Crimson Order, a vampire mafia that wants her blood.
Calla runs. Not for love, but for survival.
Because what’s in her veins isn’t normal.
She hides in Ravenridge, a decaying supernatural border town where monsters walk like men and shadows bite back.
A place where the veil between worlds is wearing thin.
There, she crashes -literally-into Axel Cain, the 20-year-old Alpha of the Vanguard Pack, a feral biker gang that patrols Ravenridge like outlaw wolves. Axel doesn’t do politics. Doesn’t do mates.
And definitely doesn’t do soft, wealthy women from the city.
But something in Calla’s scent sets his wolf on fire.
And when he learns who she’s running from-and what she really is-he makes a choice that will cost him everything:
Keep her close. Claim her.
And start a war that could burn the veil between their worlds.
Extra Note for Readers
This is a slow-burn paranormal romance with steamy heat, deep emotions, and an age-gap dynamic.
She’s older, hunted, and secretly powerful.
He’s younger, dominant, and doesn’t play nice.
Together, they might save the town… or destroy it.

Chloe's underclass mother is married to a billionaire, and she transfers to an elite school to become the first female werewolf warrior.
But her origins make her a thorn in the side of the school's four ruling brothers.
They have to take a little baby girl, less than a year old, to school.
But the baby girl resists everyone ...... except Chloe.
So Chloe, a new adult, is forced to become the baby girl's nanny and live in the bullies' dormitory?

She was meant to be a Luna. So swore she’d become an Alpha instead. Born into a powerful Alpha bloodline, Seraphina "Sera" Nightbane spent her life preparing to lead. But in a world where only male Alphas rule, her fate was sealed—an arranged marriage to the ruthless Alpha King. Rather than live out her life in a cage, Sera vanished on the eve of her wedding, disguising herself as a boy to enter Lupine Academy, a brutal training ground for future Alphas. She’s determined to prove herself. That’s when Ronan Volkstane enters the scene. Cold, dominant, and dangerously perceptive, Ronan is a born predator. He sees Seth Darven as a challenge, a rival… even though something about him feels off. He’s determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost. As tensions ignite and secrets unravel, Sera must fight for her place, her freedom… against the one Alpha who might destroy everything she’s built or claim her completely.