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What’s one of the worst things in Witch Society? Being a Witch with no power. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what Nalani was. A powerless Witch surrounded by powerful people. Kidnapped at a young age, her life was filled with torture and pain. Until she found love in the arms of the strongest wolf in her kingdom. With him by her side, she hoped life would finally become like the novels she read, and he’d be her happily ever after. Only he used that love to coerce her into an arranged marriage of her territory’s hated Rival, the Mond Kingdom. His plan? Spy on the newly crowned Alpha. Confusion had stirred in her Kingdom as the Mond people were known for having no power what-so-ever. Stories had been told, claiming that they’d mysteriously lost it more than fifty years ago.

Upon entering into marriage with the spoiled Alpha Karyan, Nalani soon discovered that things are nothing like they’d been told. Karyan ruled his Kingdom with strength and secrets. Never allowing more than mere story to be told about his Empire. Although he was spoiled and expected his every command to be adhered to, he was still missing the most important thing in any Alpha’s life. The Printing. All but giving up the hope of it happening to him, he was shocked to find that his feisty new bride ignited a fire within him that couldn’t be contained.

Will Nalani report back to her jealous lover of the Inverno Kingdom? Or will the handsome Karyan melt her cold heart and cause her to mend a curse that still haunts the Mond lands?


“Who is this person? Why does she feel so familiar?” Confusion ran through his mind the moment he laid eyes on her. “I feel so strange.”
Her eyes lit up as she opened her pouting mouth to say, “I hate you!” Her words were dripping like poison.
The smile that lifted the sides of his mouth felt good as he replied, “Oh? Interesting!”

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“Take my last name and reck all the havoc you want, Ocean.”

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His last name alone was power, a commanding force, a force that makes even rulers bow...

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Aliyah Malvern’s life took a drastic change… a terrible one, when her step mother and brother revealed the truth about her birth, a dirty secret she feared and that was been her father's bastard child, her inheritance was also taken away from her leaving her poor.

As if that isn't enough, her step sister snatched her boyfriend, a man Aliyah loved deeply and had envisaged their future together, alongside that, the whole campus was turned against her and in a short while she became the element of ridicule and bully.

Drown in sadness and misery, she ended up having a one night stand with a stranger who turned out to be no other person than her ex's Uncle...

Kingley Romero.. the world soughted after billionaire bachelor, greatly feared and overly mysterious.

And also overnight she becomes the billionaire's wife an offer of revenge was placed right into her laps and she is sure taking it, till every one of them falls to their feet, begged, alongside worship her, she would not stop.

The marriage was to serve purpose, he needed a wife, she needed revenge but then undeniable sparks began to fly, oppositions arises, but one thing is that the billionaire has vowed never to let her go, never!

He would spoil and pamper so much till she becomes the envy of the world.

Four desperate men—Adrian Kane, Liam Cross, Ezra Black, and Damien Hart—receive identical invitations promising unimaginable wealth in just thirty days.
There’s only one condition: survive.

Taken to a secluded estate and cut off from the outside world, they are thrown into a series of escalating challenges where failure is not an option—it’s a death sentence. What begins as a high-stakes competition for money quickly turns into something far more sinister: a controlled experiment designed by a shadowy organization that rewards ruthlessness and punishes hesitation.

Alliances form. Trust shatters. And every decision comes with a cost.

As the days grow darker, the truth becomes clear—this is not a game meant to be beaten. It is a system designed to break them, reshape them, and choose only one survivor.

In the end, only one will walk away.

And survival may be the worst fate of all

Selene always thought that with time, she would be able to warm the icy cold heart of her husband a supposed Billionaire CEO who neglected her.

After a binding marriage to him forced by their parents as a reward before they died, Selene suffered for years being treated invincible while Damien did what he wanted.

Until she found out she was pregnant, keeping the pregnancy a secret, she planned to leave him, not knowing that her husband was something out of a fantasy

An Alpha With A Possession Issue.

And not just that, being naively living in his world, not knowing what they all were capable of, escaping would be difficult when her son is the promised Alpha and all different kinds of supernatural want her dead.

“I, Orion Henderson, reject you, Lyra Onyxvale, as my mate and the future Luna of the Crescent Pack. I also reject the bastard in your stomach you claim is my child. I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last woman on earth. And if I truly am the one who impregnated you, may the Moon Goddess strike me dead right here, right now.”

He announced it in front of the whole pack, holding the scarred cursed scroll in his arms.

I looked up, waiting for the thunder that should have struck him down for his lies. He was the father of my child, I knew it. But the Moon Goddess turned her back on me when I needed her most. Nothing happened. And that was enough to make everyone believe I was a whore, trying to pin my pregnancy on the Alpha.

“Since my innocence has been cleared, I hereby sentence you and your unborn child to death by stoning.”


After suffering seventeen years of bullying from her pack, Lyra thought her only salvation would come from finding her mate. But fate was cruel. Her mate turned out to be Orion, the Alpha of the Crescent Pack, and her younger sister’s boyfriend.

When Orion slept with her, she thought it meant the end of his affair. Instead, he abandoned her the next morning. Weeks later, when she discovered she was pregnant, he refused to claim the child. Worse, he framed her and sentenced her to death.

But fate had other plans. Lyra was given a second chance mate… two, in fact. The Valentino brothers. Damien, the ruthless Lycan King who kills for sport, and Damian, the brilliant tech genius with a dangerous past.

Would they be her salvation, or destroy what's left of her heart?

They don't want to save her.
They want to own her. Break her. Taste her.

In a world ruled by monsters, she is the only thing they crave and the only thing that can ruin them.

** EXCERPT **

"How would you like for all three of us to pleasure you at the same time? Eating your pvssy, sucking your boobs and fvcking you… all at the same fvcking time?"

The dream began the same as always.

Three masculine men stood in front of her, twice as large as the men she had ever set eyes on. They were naked, their veined cocks erect, bigger than any normal human size.

Sephyra laid flat naked on the bed, her legs spread apart, her left hand roughly caressing her bre**ts while her three middle fingers continuously dug in and out of her wet core with an abnormal pace.

"Please," she cried out as painful pleasure coarsed through her. "Fv-fvck me. Please, fvck me!"

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She was born at the bottom of a broken world… where humans starve, and monsters rule.

With white-silver hair and white eyes that never quite belonged, she has always been treated like a curse: beaten, silenced, unwanted.

But everything changes the day her name is called.

Chosen for the Dominion, a brutal system where the most powerful fight for the throne, and the weak are crushed beneath it.

There, she becomes their obsession.

A ruthless werewolf who looks at her like he hates her… yet already owns her.

A cold, bloodthirsty vampire who aches to taste every inch of her.

A nonchalant, unreadable mage who treats her like she’s a mystery he intends to unravel.

Accepting her fate as a slave, Danica Grimsley, the low born Omega never thought that she had to share her love not with her mate Konrad Winston only but with his enemy as well, Cassius Winston, the king of Lycans. When secrets threatened to spoil her life, Danica needed to choose between revenge and fate. Worst of all, both Alphas wanted not just her body but her soul.

Several days after being locked in the dungeon, my wife married my own identical twin brother.
Rose petals rained from the sky; the entire city celebrated the new marriage of the crime family's matriarch.
She thought I would weep in despair in the dark dungeon, admitting my mistakes to her.
Little did she know, I was currently being held in the arms of another, even more powerful figure whom she herself feared, watching this farce with cold eyes.
In my past life, I gave her my heart, only to be betrayed and abandoned in return.
Living a second time, I will not serve her anymore.
She thought she could tame me using my brother's injury as an excuse, not knowing I had already tricked her into signing our divorce agreement days ago.
When she finally checked the surveillance and learned the truth, kicking down the dungeon door in a frantic plea for my forgiveness, all that remained was a pool of my blood...

I am Mandy Langley, 42 years old, CEO of Sterling International. In Manhattan's cutthroat business world, I'd earned the name "Ice Queen."
Five years divorced, my ex-husband's parting words still stung—he'd called me cold as stone, said I was nothing but a dictator even in bed.
He had no idea my frost was a facade, hiding an emptiness and a craving no one could touch.
I controlled billions in assets, yet I lay awake every night, consumed by a single thought: I wanted a man to make me let go, to force me to surrender completely.
That man walked into my office three years ago, and I'd been drowning ever since.
Allen Thorne, my chief assistant, 28 years old—too young, shamefully young, and yet I couldn't resist him.
A year ago, I discovered the truth: he was the CEO of Vortex Capital, my rival, planted here to destroy me.
I should've fired him on the spot. Instead, I kept him close, pretending it was to watch him, when really, I just couldn't let him go.
Dangerous, magnetic, ruthlessly in control—he was everything I shouldn't want. I never exposed him. I fell harder instead.
I buried this forbidden desire, but every day he was there, right in front of me, taunting me.
What was I supposed to do? Cut him loose—or let him claim me?

"Where is my son?"
My husband wouldn't look at me.
I had just come out of anesthesia. The bassinet next to my hospital bed was empty — except for a stack of cash, a christening card, and a ring pinned to the corner of the card.
The card had another woman's name in the godmother box.
That woman walked in behind my husband. She picked up the ring and slid it onto her own finger.
"He's safe, sweetheart. We've been talking about this for months."
My husband is Damiano Marchetti. He runs the family that runs this city. The woman wearing the ring is his father's young widow.
The baby on that card is my son.
For four years now I have been the woman this house pretends not to see. The wife told to use the servants' entrance. The mother of a boy who calls another woman Mommy.
Last night I asked my husband for a divorce.
He laughed in my face.
He has no idea how much that's going to cost him.

We’ve been married for almost a month, yet my Alpha keeps hiding in the study to avoid me.
He would rather give me a cheap vial of synthetic bonding pheromones than bare his fangs at me.
I thought I was just the unwanted substitute for my runaway sister, that he felt absolutely nothing for me.
I slammed the door and left, heading to the Moon Well to confide. But the moment my blood dripped in, the Alpha's voice echoed:
"I finally married her... but I was born with a curse. How do I mark her without hurting her the moment I bite down..."

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

My sister and I married the twin Alphas. Everyone in the pack called us blessed.

When rogues attacked me five months into my pregnancy, our mates cut off our calls for help. Their stepsister needed them.

My baby died. My sister saved me, but the silver blade that struck her left her unable to shift again.

From my hospital bed, I told my husband I wanted our mate bond severed.

He ignored me for two days. Then I told him our child was gone.

His answer came at once: "Stop using our baby to manipulate me."

Ethan built me a "Relationship Assessment System." A hundred points a month. Below eighty, we break up. Above a hundred, he marries me.
I believed it. For five whole years.
For that one point, I changed my accent, threw out my work clothes, shut down the little restaurant my mother left me, and molded myself into whatever shape he wanted. But every time I scored ninety-nine, he said: "You're still a little short. Try harder."
The night of the charity gala, the head chef walked out. I called in suppliers, rewrote the menu, and saved the entire fundraiser. When the applause came, Madeleine stood there in champagne couture and accepted every word of praise as the project lead.
My proposal. My work. Brushed aside with one breezy line — "Claire helped me run some errands too."
That night, Ethan opened his tablet and gave me points.
Ninety-nine.
Still ninety-nine.
It wasn't until late at night, when I hacked into the backend, that I saw the directive set to "Auto-Execute":
Ensure the overall score cannot exceed 100.
Created: five years ago. The first day we became a couple.
There had never been a "just work harder and you'll pass." Only a fraud with its ending written in stone.
The next morning, he deducted twenty-two points. The reason: I hadn't handed over my mother's little restaurant as a stepping stone for his hotel project.
This time, I won't agree.

I helped Cassian conquer the seven floating cities and claim the Dragon Throne.
On the day he became king, he cast me aside for a lowborn dragon girl.
I exposed her as an Abyss spy, and she killed herself before the court.
Cassian thanked me in public, but he never forgave me for taking her away.
Years later, he accused me of serving the Abyss, slaughtered my entire fire-wing clan, and burned me alive.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at his coronation.
This time, I'm not saving his throne. I'm burning it down.

"I, Selena, hereby formally reject Carlos as my mate."
For ten years, I had bled for the Shadow Pack.
As its Luna, I secretly used my own blood every night to maintain the protective barrier over our territory. Yet in the eyes of my fated mate, Alpha Carlos, none of my sacrifices were worth a single tear from my foster sister, Lilith.
To soothe Lilith's so-called "fragile constitution," he coldly burned the only thing my lost pup had left behind in this world.
When Lilith put on a pathetic little poisoning act, he stripped me of my Luna signet ring in front of everyone, taking away the very symbol of my status.
And on that bitter, snow-filled night when my foster mother was fighting for her life, Carlos ignored me as I knelt before him and begged. He ordered every Healer to attend to Lilith, who claimed she was suffering from "chest pain," and even locked me and my dying foster mother inside the lightless Frozen Prison.
When my foster mother's body finally went cold in my arms, the last piece of my battered heart died with her.
At dawn, when the arrogant Alpha pushed open the prison door, fully expecting to find me begging for mercy like I always had, all he heard was the sharp, unmistakable sound of the protective barrier shattering.
I destroyed with my own hands the barrier that had protected this hypocritical pack for ten years.
Then I severed the mate bond tying my soul to his without the slightest hesitation and walked away into the raging snow, never looking back.
Carlos had always believed I had nothing.
He thought I would never be able to leave him.
But he never knew that when a wolf has been trampled into the dirt and finally casts aside the weakness that held her back, even Death itself has to step aside.

Sophia and I fought over who would wear that emerald ring to change our fate.
In my first life, I claimed the emerald ring, thinking I would become a billionaire heiress.
That was until late at night, when I accidentally opened that underground iron door and he strangled me to death with a piano wire: "Your pathetic wailing isn't her at all."
Given a second chance, I backed away and let Sophia take it.
A few days later, she died in the ice cellar with her tongue severed. Right before she died, she let out a blood-curdling whimper: "A true devil is hiding behind that door!"
Waking up for the third time, we trembled in sheer terror as the ring was offered to us once again.
Just who exactly is the daughter he is looking for?

My billionaire husband handed me a pill and a separation agreement.
"Take this temporary amnesia drug. You'll forget me for a few weeks while I marry Chloe to fulfill her dying wish. Don't worry, I'll give you the antidote later."
He expected me to scream, cry, and beg him to stay.
Instead, I swallowed the pill dry and calmly packed my bags.
Day 3: I tossed my heirloom Cartier engagement ring to his mistress without batting an eye.
Day 12: I accidentally witnessed his wedding rehearsal, critiqued his recycled vows with a straight face, and left him standing there, terrified by my absolute indifference.
He thought I was just acting tough. He didn't know I was the neuroscientist who created that drug. There is no antidote.
In 21 days, all my love for him will be permanently and irreversibly erased.
But how hard will a man break when he realizes his wife is already on a one-way flight to Switzerland, and she doesn't even remember his name?

Thirty-two times.
That was how many times Tristan had "tested" me during our three years together.
When I met Tristan Bennett, we were both hiding our true identities. He never mentioned he was the Bennett family heir, and I never brought up the surname Torrente. We were just ordinary college sweethearts in Ashborne City. He said he loved me, and I believed him.
The seventeenth time: driving across town late at night to deliver documents for him, I was run off the road and crashed into a guardrail, earning nine stitches in my forehead. His first words at the hospital were, "Can't you even drive properly? You delayed my business."
The twenty-sixth time: he owed money at an underground casino. He sent me to negotiate. A gun was drawn, and a bullet grazed my arm, soaking my sleeve in blood. The scar is still there. He never asked if I was in pain; he only cared if his debt was cleared.
The thirtieth time: he asked for my entire life savings for an "emergency." He turned around and used that money to buy someone else a new car.
I thought if I endured it all, we would eventually have a future.
Until he announced he was opening a casino and demanded ten million dollars. "The ultimate test," he called it. If I passed, he’d marry me.
I refused.
He immediately bought Aurelia Gallom a twenty-million-dollar mansion. Waving the property deed in my face, he said, "Vesna, I was just testing you. It's a shame you failed. We're done."
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. The moment I walked away, I had never felt so free. He didn't know I was a Torrente, or that my father, Dario, owned the criminal underworld of this city. And he certainly never imagined that I would later marry Silvio Marchesi—the most powerful Mafia Boss in Ashborne City—and become the Donna of the Marchesi syndicate.

I spent five years loving a man I secretly built from nothing—pulling strings, clearing obstacles, lifting him higher than he ever knew. Then one night, outside a private room, I heard him plan my future without me: a mistress's role, a generous allowance, and a smile to soften the blow. I walked away, burned every gift he'd ever given me to ash, and disappeared into three years of silence and purpose. By the time Damon Hale understood what he had thrown away, I was already someone he could never reach again.

I’m the only princess of the Iron Claw Pack. My Alpha father chose three pure-blooded wolves from the Johnson family to grow up at my side. The man I choose won’t just be my mate—he’ll become the Pack’s next Alpha.
In my last life, I chose the younger twin, David, because he was always gentle and considerate.
But less than a year after our bonding ceremony, he died.
Only when our mate bond stirred again did I learn the truth: David had faked his death—because the one he loved was Emma.
When Rogues attacked, David threw away his life to save me, only to beg that if there were a next life, I would never choose him again.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day I had to choose my mate. This time, I grabbed a file at random.
It was David’s twin brother, Nate—my sworn enemy.

Adrian’s golden eyes gleamed as he stared at me with crushing disappointment.
“Evelyn,” he said coldly, “I have never betrayed you. But you… you bore another man’s bastard pup.”
Nancy burst into tears in front of everyone, screaming that I had disgraced the Alpha bloodline. Her words were like knives—cruel, vulgar, and relentless—cutting deep into my soul, and even into my newborn daughter’s fragile innocence.
I wanted to explain. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t true. But no words came out.
Tears blurred my sight as I clutched my baby to my chest.
“Adrian, please… you have to believe me. She’s our daughter. I don’t know what happened, but I swear she’s yours…”
But no one listened.
I was banished. Hunted.
Forced to leap from the cliff’s edge with my baby in my arms.
The Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me another chance.
This time, I would find out who framed me and my child.
This time, every one of them would kneel beneath my feet.

When Fairview University abruptly cuts the women’s hockey program, Ava Hale’s Olympic dreams are practically dead. Her only shot at staying on the ice is taking an unprecedented walk-on tryout for the brutal, championship-hungry men’s Division 1 team.
Walking into an all-male locker room is bad enough. Dealing with Liam Reed, the arrogant 6’2” captain determined to run her off the ice, makes it worse.
But Liam isn’t the real danger.
The real danger is the new head coach, Dominic Carter. Brooding, ruthless, and an ex-hockey prodigy whose NHL career was ended by a severe knee injury, Dominic rules the rink with an iron fist.
He also happens to be Ava’s brand-new stepbrother.
With their newlywed parents away on a four-month European honeymoon, Ava and Dominic are left completely alone in the same house.
At the rink, he treats her like a stranger to keep their secret safe. But late at night behind closed doors, the forbidden heat between them threatens to destroy his career, her roster spot, and both of their lives.

On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.

All because I was unaware that Sophia had followed me on the mission, leaving her stranded in the chaotic dockyard.
My husband, Dante, was furious. He ordered his bodyguards to throw me into a seafood transfer warehouse.
“Cool off in the cold storage. Maybe then you’ll understand how helpless Sophia felt trapped in that container.”
It was a refrigeration unit for seafood, kept at a constant zero degrees, the air thick with the smell of fish.
I pounded on the door, pleading for help, but only Dante’s icy voice came through the intercom:
“Stop the act. The temperature in there won’t kill you. Stay inside and reflect until you learn your lesson.”
He cut the internal communication.
The temperature in the cold room kept dropping—someone had switched on the deep-freeze mode!
Shivering uncontrollably, I beat against the door until my nails left bloody scratches on the wall.
In agony, I curled into a ball. My consciousness faded, and my body grew stiff.
On the third day, Dante finally remembered me while celebrating the takeover of new territory.
In a rare show of mercy, he decided to have someone let me out.
But what he didn’t know was that my heart had already stopped beating from hypothermia long before.

The elite circles all whisper that David Ashcroft is the ideal fiancé—cold, untouchable, repulsed by even a woman's fingertips.

Yet when my most intimate photos, leaked by his own hands, flood the internet, I'm left curled on the bathroom floor retching in agony—while my so-called "gynophobic" fiancé toasts with his white moonlight, Celia Davis, at their private club.

My phone lights up with his icy message: ["Remember—never dare to touch me again."]

Then Celia's text stabs through: ["Thanks for the 'portfolio,' dear fiancée. My boyfriend's skills are far more impressive than you imagined~"]

The attached screenshot freezes my blood—David's chat logs, where my photos are auctioned with the caption: ["Just a plaything. Highest bidder wins."]

So this is the truth behind his "disgust for women"—a carefully crafted mask for this long-planned humiliation.

After one painful and humiliating night, Mia was left wondering if Master Reed was just a figure that she dreamed up when she secretly discovered the world of BDSM. Until she collided with him in the conference room at her office building and found out just how real he actually was and he's made it very clear that he is going to be her Master.

Reed bought "Bean Me" with the intention of claiming Mia as his submissive. A dream he'd had ever since the night he had picked her up off the sidewalk at his club "The Dungeon" three years earlier.

Before that dream can come true, it is threatened when his manipulating ex-wife comes back into the picture with every intention of staying there. She brings a few nasty surprises as well that will leave Mia and Reed reeling and wondering if there is anyway their fragile budding relationship.
18+ Adults only
Explicit Scenes, BDSM

Bound To Me Series Contains Four books, You Are Mine, You Are Ours, Because I Want To, and They Are Mine.

“I, alpha Ri Dylan, reject you as my mate, Mona Ryan. I have affairs with many women, Mona. Stronger women who are very different from you, I am not a one-mate kind of guy, and believe me when I say this; this rejection will favor you more than it will me because I am not the wolf you would want to be mated with.”

On her 18th birthday, Omega Mona felt the mate pull and was encouraged by her parents to go and meet her mate for the first time. Upon meeting him in the forest, he was devastated to hear that her mate was alpha Ri Dylan of the Lycan pack, the alpha that most wolves feared and hated. She then ran away and didn't say a word to him because of her surprise and disappointment.

“He's no good to reckon with, he's dangerous, he's not trustworthy, and he's the last person in this world you should have any business with.”
Mona has been warned severally about Ri Dylan. What will she do when finding that the goddess has arranged this big, bad, and dreaded alpha who rejected her to be her fated mate?

"Mr. Grimwald, everything must be done in moderation!"

Penelope had never imagined that a careless remark would lead to her being swept into a wealthy family as a substitute bride.

Faced with a tyrannical devil who preyed on the weak, Penelope found herself trapped in countless situations—pressed against walls, pinned to the bed, her petite waist aching each night.

Fine, she thought. Fulfilling her duties as his temporary wife was part of the arrangement. But once the real fiancée returned, she planned to gather the fragments of her heart and leave quietly, pretending it had all meant nothing.

But who could have predicted that the domineering man would launch a global manhunt for her, only to handcuff her and throw her back onto the bed, declaring his cruel decree: "Woman, your term as a substitute bride lasts a lifetime!"

After my boyfriend got out of prison, I went to see him—only to find a half-dressed A-list actress walking out of his room...

"This woman," Lucien said slowly, deliberately, "will not be killed."
"I will not dispose of her," He continued, as if he were commenting on the weather. "She is not prey. She is not a tribute. She is... mine."
Anana's heart slammed against her ribs. Mine? She opened her mouth to protest, to question what he meant, to remind him she hadn't agreed to anything but his voice was already rolling over the room like thunder. "If any of you question that," Lucien said, "you're welcome to challenge me." No one moved. No one even breathed. Because to challenge Lucien... was to die.
When Anana discovered her mate's betrayal and his cowardice to protect their people, she realized love could no longer save her. Each night his bond with another woman carved new scars into her flesh, leaving her broken, abandoned, and dying.
Then came Lucien Kael—the Alpha God of War. Ruthless. Feared. Bound by an oath made by her pack's former Alpha, he came to claim a she-wolf as tribute.
Faced with the choice between sacrificing an innocent girl or herself, Anana stepped forward.
"It's better to die saving my pack than to bleed for my husband's weakness."
But what awaited her in the Crimson Blood Pack was not chains, but a cage of fire and shadow—and the cold, unyielding Alpha who saw through her pain.
Now, in the God of War's den, Anana must decide: remain the broken Luna she once was... or rise into the woman fate has been pushing her to become.

"Please, no—stop!" I begged, but Alexander just snarled, pinning my wrists above my head as he rammed his throbbing cock into my slick, unwilling pussy, stretching me wide with brutal force. "Fuck, you're so tight, you dirty little whore—take every thick inch!"

I'm Nora Frost—wait, Nora Traynor—sold like a cheap commodity by my greedy parents for $100 million to Alexander Claflin, Kingsley City's savage billionaire beast. Post-wedding, he uncovered my secret pregnancy and detonated: labeling me a cum-slut, and snarling demands to slaughter the "bastard spawn" in my womb.

The bombshell? That baby was his—conceived in our filthy, passion-fueled one-night fuckfest. He melted, worshipping me with desperate love, vowing an eternal family... until a car crash erased only me from his memory—every trace of Nora, our child, our love—while he recalled everyone else. Cue his manipulative ex, Vivian Brooks, slinking in like a venomous snake.

And I caught them mid-fuck: "Oh fuck, Alexander, pound me harder—deeper!" she wailed, "Yes! Fill me up, baby—make me scream!" "FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, his roaring climax spilling into her as they collapsed in tangled ecstasy.

Devastated, I fled. Five years later, I return with our son—a mini-Alexander, with piercing green eyes and dark hair. When he spots the boy, realization dawns: this isn't simple. As buried truths erupt and Alexander hunts me with obsessive fury, one scorching question ignites: Will our rekindled fire heal us... or destroy everything?

When the ocean begins to decay, a siren princess is forced to leave the depths and seek salvation from the very predators who once hunted her kind. The nocturnal empire thrives on sea-blood to sustain their immortality, and instead of diplomacy, she finds herself captured—her voice coveted as a weapon capable of enslaving even the undead. Assigned to guard her is a vampire lord untouched by her deadly song, a mystery that draws her closer to him despite the danger. But as the tides creep onto land and corpses surface along the shorelines, she uncovers a devastating truth: the curse poisoning her kingdom is tied to her own power—and to the vampire whose existence may be the only thing keeping her world from collapsing.

If her voice can save her people but destroy the world above, will she choose her kingdom… or the one heart she was never meant to claim?

After years of desperate IVF attempts, I overheard my husband boast that the baby was his and his ex's.
The child in my womb wasn't mine!
But when I pressed a gun to the complicit doctor's head, he trembled and spilled an even bigger bombshell—the mix-up wasn't my egg, it was the sperm... and the donor was Damien Costello, the most powerful Mafia Don in the city.
I was carrying Costello's baby!

I never applied to the Academy for Magical Beings and Creatures.

Which is why it was more than a little confusing when a letter arrived with my name already printed on a schedule, a dorm waiting, and classes picked out as if someone knew me better than I knew myself. Everyone knows the Academy, it’s where witches sharpen their spells, shifters master their forms, and every kind of magical creature learns to control their gifts.

Everyone except me.

I don’t even know what I am. No shifting, no magic tricks, nothing. Just a girl surrounded by people who can fly, conjure fire, or heal with a touch. So I sit through classes pretending I belong, and I listen hard for any clue that might tell me what’s hidden in my blood.

The only person more curious than me is Blake Nyvas, tall, golden-eyed, and very much a Dragon. People whisper that he’s dangerous, warn me to keep my distance. But Blake seems determined to solve the mystery of me, and somehow I trust him more than anyone else.

Maybe it’s reckless. Maybe it’s dangerous.

But when everyone else looks at me like I don’t belong, Blake looks at me like I’m a riddle worth solving.

If you had the chance to escape from your bullies and from your unholy home... Won't you grab it?
Avara is a victim of bullying and a toxic home. She goes through a lot, yet no one, not even her so-called parents, care about the pains she faces at school. One faithful day, she joins her mate on a school trip to the museum, to soak in the tales of supernatural beings that once roamed the land, only to get chased by her raging bully, Stella, who's desperate to make her pay for something she didn't do. To escape Stella's wrath, Avara hides in one of the museum's special room, only to be stunned by what she saw next. A large portrait of a beautiful queen/Luna was hanging on the wall. And the beauty? She looks so much like her! A janitor, who shows up, sees Avara and happily shares the tale behind the queen, revealing she's a Luna from a werewolf kingdom, said to be missing for over four hundred years. The werewolves searched for her but found nothing. So, they began a ceremony every hundred years to search for a new queen, inviting every maidens from far and wide to come. To the janitor, it's just a myth. But to Avara, this has to be real. Unable to bear her sorrowful life anymore, Avara does the most childish thing ever and sends a letter to the werewolves, clinging on to hope that she'll escape her problems soon. And as faith may have it, she gets a shocking response from the supposed none-existing kingdom, inviting her over.
Thrilled, she runs away from her toxic home, excited to start life far away. Only for her to realize that the response came from Stella, not from the werewolves! Scared, poor Avara flees into the woods, getting chased by her enemy. Just when she thought she's done for, she sees what looks like the shadow of three men up ahead, and she runs up to them for help. But as soon as she draws closer, a mysterious force pulls her into a magical entrance, tossing her right into the arms of these men. Stella was gone. Like she just disappeared out of existence, leaving Avara confused. She soon gets herself at the sound of the men's groans, but freezes at what she saw. Their eyes were glowing under the moonlights and their ears were long and furry. Even their manly figures looked nothing like a mere man's body!
That's when it hits her.
They're not humans.
They're werewolves!

“You are no longer Diane Morel. Your name is Lyra, and your only job is to obey.”

Betrayed by her own brother and her supposed best friend, Diane is stripped of her identity and sold into an elite Greek pleasure house. She was meant to be broken. Forgotten. A nameless commodity for the wealthy.

But they underestimated her fire.

Enter Jake Damon—a ruthless, reclusive billionaire who commands empires and terrifies enemies. When he buys her, Diane prepares for her ultimate destruction. Instead, Jake demands her silence, not her body. Behind the closed doors of his Manhattan penthouse, a dangerous game of control and defiance begins. The cold, untouchable billionaire finds himself undone by the one woman he cannot truly own.

Can Jake handle the storm brewing in his arms, or will Diane burn down both their worlds for the ultimate revenge?

[Divorce + Empowered Female Lead + Hidden Identity + Regretful Ex]
After the divorce, Alexander Brooks regretted it so much he could barely stand it!
How did his formerly dull and uninteresting ex-wife unexpectedly become so impressive?
The nation's top actor treats her like his sister, powerful elites can't stop thinking about her, and rising tech stars call her their mentor...
Not only that, but the miracle doctor, top-tier hacker, and world-class pianist he'd spent years searching for?
All her.
Alexander rekindles his determination and embarks on the long road to win back his ex-wife.
To his relentless persistence, Eira Johnson responds:
Him? Too broke for me. Not my type anymore.

Eli Winslow is running out of time.
His grandfather’s treatments for stage-three lung cancer are about to be cut off, and no amount of honest work can cover the mounting hospital bills. Desperate, Eli turns to Thorn Industries — the one place in the city where money is said to be easy to find… if you’re willing to pay the price.

He never expected to meet Julian Thorn.

Julian isn’t just a billionaire CEO; he’s cold, calculating, and dangerously magnetic. When Eli begs for a loan, Julian agrees — but on one condition: the debt must be repaid in full by the deadline.

When Eli returns the money an hour late, the rules change. The debt triples overnight, and the only way out is a deal sealed not by paper… but by marriage.

Dragged into Julian’s world of power, blood oaths, and velvet danger, Eli soon learns the truth: Thorn Industries is just the surface. Beneath it lies a brutal mafia empire — and Julian its king.

But Julian’s obsession runs deeper than business or vengeance. He doesn’t share his bed, his trust, or his submission with anyone. And now, he’s found the one person whose defiance tempts him to break his own rules.

Bound by a contract and a craving neither can control, Eli must decide whether to fight for his freedom… or surrender to the man who demands nothing less than his body, his loyalty, and his soul.

Liam…. I want you inside of me” I moaned as he stroked my dick.

“If you say so,” Liam smirked. He pushed slowly, my walls screaming as they parted for him.

I cried out, my back arching, tears blurring my vision. Pleasure exploded as his dick got inside, locked and throbbing, filling me beyond reason.

“Fuck!” Liam moaned as he thrusted in out.


Dylan Petrov didn't transfer to Frostbite Hockey Academy for a fresh start… He came for revenge.

Years ago, Dylan watched vampires destroy his family. His parents were murdered, and ever since, he has dedicated his life to hunting the creatures responsible. Now, after years of training with an anti-vampire organization, he’s finally sent on an assignment which is to kill a vampire.

Liam Novak.

Frostbite's star captain. The academy's golden boy. Cold and arrogant.

Dylan's plan is simple: get close to Liam, uncover his secret, and kill him.

But Liam isn't easy to hate.

The closer Dylan gets to him, the more he finds himself drawn to the very man he came to destroy. Every stolen glance and dangerous moment makes his carefully built hatred harder to hold on to.

Then strange things begin happening around the academy.

Secrets surface and Dylan begins to wonder if Liam is truly the monster he believes him to be—or if someone has been leading him straight into a trap.

When the truth finally comes out, Dylan may have to choose between the revenge he's spent years chasing and the vampire who has become impossible to walk away from.

For three years of marriage, Ava had been waiting for Nicholas to publicly acknowledge her existence—to claim her as his mate and Luna before the world.

Yet Nicholas always told her, "Wait a little longer. You are an Omega, and you have no wolf. Once I grow stronger, I will announce you." Ava believed him. To her, Nicholas was her hero—the one who had rescued her from relentless bullying.

On the morning of their third anniversary, Ava is convinced Nicholas is finally ready to accept her as his Mate. But he crushes that hope when he rejects her and demands she sign divorce papers.

All because she had returned—Cassandra. His first love.

Heartbroken and betrayed with nowhere to go, there is only one person who can save her now and that is Miles Carter, the Lycan Prince of the Mooncrest Kingdom.
But he wants one thing in return—an Heir.

Now stronger than ever, Ava returns home but she finds Nicholas back on her doorstep. He wants her back. But no way!

"Violet Goldcrest," Daemon's voice was thunder, vibrating through the wet ground and into my bones. "You have failed as Luna."
I knelt in the mud, the agony of rejection tearing through me as I watched him walk away with pregnant Celeste.
"I, Daemon Blackwood," he intoned coldly, "reject you as my mate."
I had loved him for ten years—until he humiliated me in a public Rejection Ceremony, abandoned me for another woman, and waged war on my pack. My parents died protecting me. I died alone, broken by his betrayal.
Then I woke up... three years earlier.
This time, I'm done begging for his love.
"I'll make you a bet, Daemon," I say when he dismisses my offer to break our bond. "Soon, you won't just accept this rejection—you'll beg for it."
He stares at me with icy disdain. "I. Don't. Beg."
I sigh. As the one who's lived this before, I know what's coming. Daemon will meet his true mate, fall madly for her, and finally set me free. All I have to do is wait.
But then... things get weird.
The man who once spent months away from me now watches my every move. He interrogates me about other males. And when he does meet Celeste, he doesn't reject me like he's supposed to.
He rejects her instead.

This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days.

I have a
I’ve been arranged to marry a monster.

Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn’t work.
Because in my family, my father makes the rules.
And he says this wedding is happening .

But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter.
So he offers me a deal.
Take ten days.
Get to know Sasha.
See if you change your mind.

Yeah, right.
Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni.
He’s ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.
All he wants is what our marriage would bring
My family’s power and the city in the palm of his hand.

But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal…
I’ll keep my freedom.
So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy.

I have ten days to make my husband hate me.
What happens if I start to love him instead?

Zara Torres has three rules at Harlow University.
No drama. No distractions. And absolutely no hockey players.

She breaks all three before October ends when a journalism assignment lands her in Declan Mercer's orbit starting center, infuriatingly perceptive, and somehow always exactly where she isn't expecting him.

Zara tells herself it's professional. She's documenting the ice conflict between two programs sharing one rink. She's not falling for the guy who shows up at six AM with terrible coffee and the unsettling habit of telling her the truth.

She's definitely not thinking about the jump.

The quad Lutz she hasn't fully landed in two years. The fall that broke her wrist and quietly broke something else. The confidence she rebuilt around a gap she keeps pretending isn't there.

But when a journalism assignment becomes something larger, a testimony, an investigation, a story that reaches backward through thirty-three years and fifteen countries. Zara discovers that the thing she thought was a skating problem was never really about skating.

It was about learning who built the walls around the thing that was hers.

And deciding to tear them down anyway.

This story is a young adult sport romance about the cost of excellence, the courage of going first, and what it means to fight for the thing that was yours before anyone decided it was worth something.

The ice was hers first.

She just had to remember that.

"You're going to run on the count of three, Janice Cross," He whisper. "And make sure you don't let us find you."
"No… Lucian."
I moved my gaze to the men at either side of him, willing—begging them to say something.
Help me. "Calder, please… Aiden…"
Both turned their heads to the side. They couldn't even look me in the eyes as they chose their brother.
"One."
"Lucian…"
"Two."
"I didn't mean to."
"Three."


After losing the man she believed she would marry and her parents within a week, Janice just wants to care for her sick sister. She doesn't want a man. She doesn't want three men.
But one night is enough to change her life and point her in a new direction.
Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves.
She doesn't expect the line to blur when it comes to these older men.
And when it comes to an end, she does not expect these men to continue wanting her as badly as she wants them.

"Are you afraid of me, Sigrun?"
"N-no."
"You should be, Princess."
Sigrun Parker was ripped from her modern life in Brooklyn and thrown into a brutal world.
She's a princess wedded off to Varul, the feared, stoic Alpha King of the North.
To the rest of the realm, King Varul is a lethal warlord who commands terror with a single glare. But behind closed doors, he is a man obsessed with his mate, and Sigrun cannot deny the primal bond pulling her closer to him.
Yet strange magic is awakening inside her.
As blue monsters threaten the North and ancient Direwolves return from extinction, Sigrun finds herself caught between deadly politics, an increasingly powerful bond, and a magic she doesn't understand.
The kingdom believes she may be the key to its salvation.
But Sigrun has no idea why she was brought to this world in the first place.
And Varul will stop at nothing to keep his mate by his side.

"In the dawn of the darkest hour, a man will come in search of you. I would suggest you escape but your destiny wouldn't. For the truth that you search for and the werewolf in you, will want to fight him. That is when you'll meet yourself."
Eve Mitchel, a lonesome werewolf lives in the world disguised as a human in England. Under brewing circumstances, she is kidnapped by the Alpha King of the Moon-Wolfland as his assistant. Her journey sets out as an assistant turns slave serving an intimidating king that she can't help but resist.
Will a naive outcast find her path through heart-shattering truths and make it till the end?

"I'm looking for a wife," he said. "And I believe you may be suitable."
"You're not in love with me."
"No."
"You don't intend to be."
"No."
"Then why would I agree to this?"
"Because I'm not offering romance. I'm offering security."
She married him knowing one thing clearly: love was never part of the agreement.
Their marriage was built on terms, not promises.
A shared home. A shared bed. A public image to maintain.
Nothing more.
He was distant, controlled, and never cruel, but never warm either.
To him, she was a wife in name, a solution to a problem, a role that needed to be filled.
What neither of them expected was how silence could become dangerous.
How intimacy without love could still leave marks.
How wanting someone could come long before admitting it.
As the line between obligation and desire begins to blur, she must decide how long she can stay where she isn't truly chosen and he must face the truth he never planned for.
Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing isn't loving someone too much…
It's realizing you never meant to love them at all.

Bullied, publicly humiliated, and almost killed, Sylvia Stuffin's life ends in a horrific accident on the rainy streets of Vanshi Town. But death doesn't claim her. Instead, she wakes up in the body of the eternal Vampire Draxler, burdened with bloodlust and a hunger for vengeance.

Meanwhile, Draxler himself awakens in her weak human body. Together, they make a pact to live each other's lives.

Trapped inside the body of a fragile human girl, Draxler is dragged into the harsh reality of human suffering as he strives to exact vengeance on Sylvia's enemies while rising through skating, ice hockey, and academic dominance, stunning the world with performances that do not match the image of a weak little girl.

At the same time, Sylvia must cope with being the ruler of a great underground conglomerate and a faction that fears Draxler's emotionless leadership.

As the secret of the soul swap grows deeper, the arrival of the immortal enemy Silas forces them to prepare for the inevitable Bloody Night of Vanshi Reckoning, the true reason behind Draxler's desperate plea for the soul swap.