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She was a beauty queen with history, trying to live a new life in a big city. Little did she know, she is in for a big surprise destined to change her life forever.

He is a king with a longing so soul-deep, craving for the gift he had been waiting for his entire existence. What will he do when he finally finds her? Is he willing to share all his secrets just to be with her?

Romance/Non-human
MATURE CONTENT 18+

I woke up on the operating table—minutes away from having my kidney harvested for the girl who ruined my life. Last time, I died alone, infected, while my family celebrated her “recovery.” Not this time.

I refused the surgery, exposed their lies, and walked out. Now, they call me crazy, ungrateful, a disgrace. But I see them for what they are: parasites who drained my talent, my money, and nearly my life.

I’m done begging for love that was never mine. Instead, I’m selling my music, acing exams, and building my own future—without them. Let them coddle their precious adopted princess. I have a second chance, and I’m not wasting it on people who’d bury me for their convenience.

This time, I choose me. Watch me burn brighter than their golden girl ever could.

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!”

Alpha Jericho rejected his mate before, but now he was ready to claim what has always belonged to him.


Alpha Jericho has been hiding in the shadows, biding his time, and now he was prepared to reclaim the woman who completely changed his life.

However, while he was away, a shifter he once trusted has taken control of his territory. He rules with fear and corruption, and Aria is standing by his side. To make matters worse, there's a hidden enemy waiting in the wings, but his mate refuses to heed his warnings.

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AGE GAP • REVERSE HAREM • POSSESSIVE BROTHERS • FORBIDDEN ROMANCE • UNEXPECTED PREGNANCY

She believed in forever, until betrayal and a devastating divorce destroyed everything she thought her future would be.

Determined to leave the past behind, she allows herself one reckless night. No promises. No expectations. No consequences.

At least, that's what she thought.

Two strangers. Two brothers. One unforgettable night.

Overwhelmed by what happened, she disappears before morning without even saying goodbye, certain their paths will never cross again.

But fate has other plans.

Looking for a fresh start, she accepts a job as a nanny. What she never expects is to walk into her new employers' home and come face-to-face with the very two men she ran away from.

They remember her.

They still want her.

And this time, they aren't willing to watch her disappear so easily.

What should have been nothing more than a job slowly becomes a dangerous game of attraction, forbidden desire, and increasingly blurred boundaries. The closer she becomes to the family she was hired to care for, the harder it is to ignore the connection growing between the three of them.

Because the brothers don't simply want a nanny in their home.

They want her to become part of their family.

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.

In the previous life, the apocalypse arrived.
I risked my life to protect my wife as she fled, even giving her the access chip to the underground safe zone as a favor.
But when she was ambushed, she didn't hesitate to pull her superior officer to shield her from a grenade! Afterwards, in an attempt to cover up her crime, she turned around and tearfully accused me of using someone as a human shield.
I was dried into a dried corpse amidst the scorn of thousands, while she stepped on my blood and bones to become the adopted daughter of the highest-ranking military officer.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of my journey into the city.
As I watched her generously give away her chip to the refugees again, and try to use moral blackmail to force me to hand over my last means of survival, I smiled slightly...
This time, without my backing, let's see how you maintain your mask of kindness.

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...

My marriage to Matthew was a transaction, a substitute—everything except love. When his white moonlight came back, I was abandoned, diagnosed with gastric cancer, and carrying his child. His late regret could never bring back my life, nor could it keep our unborn baby.

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?

Three months ago, I was kidnapped. When Alexander rescued me, I woke up in a hospital bed with my clothes disheveled and bruises covering my body. What happened during those hours? I don't remember any of it.

A week ago, I found out I was pregnant. He held me as I shook and told me that it wasn't my fault. That he failed to protect me. Even if the baby wasn't his, he'd raise it. He'd still give me the perfect wedding.

But the guilt ate me alive until depression took hold.

Every night, sleep stays out of reach. Nightmares find me the moment I close my eyes. I've tried to end it. Three times now. Each time, someone found me just in time.

After the third failed attempt, I make tea and head toward his study to apologize. Voices drift through the door before I reach it.

"Are you out of your mind? Evelyn's your fiancée!" His friend sounds disbelieving. "You actually hired someone to kidnap her? Made her think she was assaulted? Just so Lily could take her place? Do you know how messed up that is? What that does to someone?"

Alexander's voice comes out calm. "Lily got sick because of me. Her dying wish is to marry me once before she goes. If I didn't push Evelyn out of the picture, her father would never let Lily take her place."

All those nights. All those nightmares. All those times I scrubbed my hands raw until they bled. It was all a lie. A setup.

For another woman.

I pull out my phone and call my father.

"Dad. I'll agree to the arrangement."

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?

I saw a post on Reddit, "Urgent! How do I convince my wife to donate bone marrow to my mistress?"

I scoffed and typed back, "What a piece of shit."

Right after I hit send, my husband came home. He grasped my hand, his voice shaky: "You have leukemia... but it's okay, we found a donor."

His right eye twitched—he always did that when he lied.

Then I remembered the worst comment on that post, "Trick your wife into thinking she's the patient."

Life imitating the internet, apparently.

He wanted to harvest my bone marrow for someone else.

When I finally saw his mistress's face, my world fell apart.

I never thought his mistress would be her......

For months, my stepsister Mia stole my taste, my nutrition, and my vitality with a mysterious system. While I wasted away to skin and bones, she glowed brighter, stole my career, and took my fiancé.
She thought she could feed on me forever.
But she forgot her fatal allergy. I turned every meal into her poison.
I starved her system, broke her perfect facade, and took back everything she stole. Now the parasite is dying… and I’m alive again.

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’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.

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

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.

I’m a rare breed. The daughter of an Alpha capable of birthing the strongest kind of pup. I had just turned 18 and in six months I would go through the heat. A heat unmated could kill a wolf. So my parents had invited pack leaders and their sons to our lands to compete for my hand. To say I was nervous was an understatement. It was very common for a female alpha to be bred and then tossed to the side. Some were even killed. I had no idea what to expect.

I never expected him….

To be blessed with a soulmate is also a rare thing. I only saw him first during the tournament. He had come late sending gifts ahead as apology for his disrespect. I admit I had been intrigued by his actions.

When I saw him I could not help the scream I let loose to stop the fight. I was supposed to remain hidden during the match. I was supposed to act impartial as well.

Then again I was not supposed to find my soulmate during this.

I walked through the hushed crowd. I had to be near him like I had to breath. This calmed all my fears of deceit and treachery. He was bound to me by the goddess herself made for me and I for him. My eyes could not be taken from him. I knew now that my life was safe and we would love strongly.

Goddess help those who try to break us apart.

She was betrayed by those she trusted most. Now she's back for revenge.

Nevada thought she'd found her fated mate, only to discover it was all part of her sister Bernadette's cruel scheme. Rejected, humiliated, and cast out while pregnant, Nevada disappeared.

Five years later, she returns to New York as CEO of the Lewiston empire, ready to destroy those who betrayed her. But when Grey discovers their five-year-old daughter, everything changes.

Alpha Gregory had already given up hope on ever meeting his mate at age 40 he decides to focus more on the affairs of the pack until..........Emma had been on her own ever since she had escaped from her abusive father but on this day she had mistakenly crossed the border of a TMN pack that was known for its ruthless Alpha.

Eliana Reyes only wanted two things: to survive university and build a future far away from the life she grew up in. But one betrayal destroys everything.

After being secretly sold for one night by her own boyfriend, Eliana wakes up alone in the bed of Blackthorn University’s most feared athlete, Darian Blackwood, the cold and dangerously handsome hockey captain rumored to come from a powerful werewolf bloodline.
She tells herself it meant nothing until two pink lines changed her life forever.

Now carrying the child of an Alpha heir, Eliana becomes trapped in a world she never knew existed… One filled with ruthless werewolf families, dangerous secrets, possessive instincts, and a man who cannot seem to stay away from her no matter how hard he tries.
Darian never planned to fall for anyone. Not with the pressures of his bloodline, a forced engagement hanging over his head, and a wolf that only brings destruction whenever he loses control.

But the more he learns about the girl he unknowingly hurt, the more obsessed he becomes with protecting her. Even from his own family.
As enemies close in and buried truths begin unraveling, Eliana realizes the terrifying Alpha athlete may be the only person willing to fight for her. And Darian realizes something. She was never just the girl from one reckless night.

She was his mate.

"I gave you a life… and you took mine with it."

She woke up in a sterile hospital room, her body aching, her womb empty.
The child she carried—gone.
No name. No face. No goodbye.

To him, it was just a transaction. A contract. A child born of benefit.
To her, it was the beginning of everything—and the end of herself.

Years passed. Her heart hardened. But fate, cruel and poetic, dragged him back into her orbit.
Only this time, there are secrets.
And bloodlines.
And a storm of revenge, waiting to unravel them both.

In a world where love is a luxury and hatred is inherited, how do you survive the one man who cost you everything… yet still makes your heart ache?

Katrina Ford thought she had it all with Matt Hamilton. But when she catches him in bed with her best friend, Melissa, her world shatters. He gives her divorce papers ending her happiness in a blink.

"You're just a nuisance, Kat. Sign the papers and get out of my life." Matt eyed her.

Kat is broken and hurt. She vows to make them pay. She shocks them when it is revealed she is the heir to a European sovereign's fortune. Kat sets out to destroy the Hamiltons for good.

"I'll bring you to your knees, Melissa. I'll destroy all of you!" Kat sneered.

But then she meets Percy Hamilton, a billionaire architect with the face of a god. Their explosive encounter sparks a forbidden romance, but can Kat trust him? After all, he's a Hamilton.

"I love you, Kat." Percy admitted in the heat of passion.

"I love fucking you." Kat moaned.

Kat's revenge reveals secrets and new alliances are formed but also enemies. Will her thirst for vengeance consume her, or will the love she denies redeem her?

Ashes in Her Mouth

The fire took more than walls. It took names. Faces. Pieces of me I’ll never get back.

Now it’s back. Different street, same smoke. Same teeth in the dark.

The brass call it arson. I call it unfinished business.

Every blaze leaves a mark a body, a whisper, a threat carved in soot. Someone wants me chasing. Someone wants me choking on the past.

I should walk away. Let the flames eat the city clean. But the next fire is already lit. And I know where it’s burning.

Not a matter of if I get there in time. Just what I’ll lose when I do.

A boundless adventure is two steps out of your way when one woman is able to handle life on a whim, yet trying to keep it under control can become a mess when four men with personalities far removed from each other collide.
Four?
It would be selfish of her not to share all of her for them.
But make no mistake, impulses have nothing to do with love. It is paramount that you remember that.
I can explain the situation to you in a simpler way; a small defenseless animal, cared for by four large dangerous predators. Each of them puts a different world on your back, in a universe of enemies and nothing can go wrong, right?
Enjoy before your perfectly manipulable world spirals out of control or they tear your soul apart, in short.
You understand.
Are you willing to succumb to the most delicious and noxious sensations there can be?

I'm an ancient vampire prince who's been playing human boyfriend to a demon hunter.
Big mistake.
She's completely unhinged—GPS tracking, 24/7 surveillance, the works.
When she threatens to dump me unless I surrender all my secrets, I do the unthinkable:
I actually say yes.
Too bad she doesn't know her "helpless" boyfriend has been the one keeping her alive all this time.

My wife is the city's renowned "Community Angel." She donates every single cent of her high salary to the poor, all to buy herself a saintly reputation.
Meanwhile, as her husband, I spend my days rolling beneath cars in a factory, covered in grease, juggling four credit cards just to keep our large family afloat.
My parents-in-law survive on the expensive, imported life-saving meds I pay for, yet they constantly mock me for being a powerless nobody;
My own children attend private schools on my dime, only to look at me with disgust and call me an embarrassment;
And my wife? Dressed in her high-end couture, she looks down at me and condescendingly urges, "For the sake of the poor children, why don't you get another part-time job and just endure it a little longer?"
Looking at this den of parasites sucking the life out of me, a sudden, overwhelming wave of disgust washed over me.
I didn't argue. I silently put away my overdue bills, packed my bags, and completely vanished from this twisted household.
Later, at the highly anticipated Annual Charity Gala, in front of the entire city, I presented her with an ultimate "gift"—

They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. They never said anything about his soul.

I was a culinary prodigy on the verge of global fame until my fiancé and my best friend murdered me with my own carving knife to steal my recipes. My last thought wasn’t of love, but of a burning vow: If I get a second chance, I will serve them their just deserts.

I got my wish.

I woke up not in a morgue, but in the body of an omega slave, Number 74, in the brutal, wolf-ruled kingdom of the Lunar Fang Pack. I was weak, worthless, and slated to die in the kitchens. But they didn’t know who they were dealing with. The soul of a master chef still burned within me.

When I poured my rage and my grief into a simple broth for a dying slave, I discovered a truth that would shatter this world: my emotions are ingredients. My cooking is magic. A stew made with spite can poison. A cake baked with defiance can empower.

Now, my unique gift has drawn the attention of the three most dangerous Alphas in the kingdom.

Emperor Kael, the cursed and ruthless Alpha King
ho woman, not just the weapon.

Commander Cassian, his stoic, lethal protector,

Prince Raze, the visiting rival Alpha

They think I’m a pawn in their game of thrones. A tool to be used and discarded.

They have no idea.

I was betrayed for my recipes once. I’ll be damned if I let a trio of Alphas do it again. My menu is set, and this time, the main course is revenge.

The only question is: which of these powerful wolves will be the first to take a bite?

"Why should I save you?"
His voice was calm, cruel—even as the fire raged below her.
"Because... I don't want to die," Emma choked, tears mixing with soot.
He smirked, lighting a cigarette. "Not my problem."
Betrayed by the only pack she ever called home, accused of killing the Alpha's mate, and left for dead, Emma—an abused, wolfless omega—finds herself at the mercy of Leo, the infamous Hybrid King. He saves her, but only after forcing her to agree to one thing:
"You're mine now. My Slave"
But as days turn to nights, and pain gives way to sparks, Leo begins to see something more in the broken girl he claimed. And Emma? She begins to feel something dangerously close to power.
When she discovers she's the destined Savior of the very pack that tried to execute her, the lines between love, loyalty, and vengeance begin to blur. Especially when Alpha Damon comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness.
Two kings. One omega. A prophecy soaked in blood.
Will Emma return to the monster she once loved… or rise with the one who saw her worth in the ashes?

"Fake dating," he says, like it's obvious. "You and me. We pretend we're together. People will talk. People will stare. Danny will lose his mind."
"If you say yes," he adds, low and dangerous, "you'll have to sell it. Smile. Hold hands. Laugh. Act like you're completely over him."
I take a shaky breath. "...I can try."
"Deal," he says.
Humiliated on Christmas Eve, Catherine Hopkins never expected her lowest moment to lead her straight to Clinton Blunt, the ruthless hockey captain no one dares cross. His offer is simple. Fake date him, make her ex regret everything, and take back her dignity.
It should have been easy. Just a lie. Just a game. But nothing about Clinton is simple. The touches feel too real. The chemistry burns too hot. And the line between pretending and wanting starts to blur.
Then comes the truth she never saw coming.
On a school trip, Clinton discovers what Catherine doesn't know yet.
She is his fated mate.
In a world of werewolves, pack politics, and dangerous secrets, being tied to someone like Clinton is not just complicated.
It is dangerous.
Because the man she is pretending to love might be the one who owns her fate. And if she is not careful, he could be the one who destroys her.

"I, Chris Holland, reject Anna Winchester as my mate."
His voice is cold. Final.
Pain explodes in Anna's chest, raw and consuming, as every soul-thread binding her to him is severed.
"I, Anna Winchester, accept your rejection," she gasps, even as her body crumples.
The sentence comes swiftly. "On behalf of the Alpha, you are hereby sentenced to death by hanging."
The crowd roars for blood. The gallows await.
And then—
"Let go of her. This instant!"
Alpha Dylan staggers through the chaos, bloodied but alive. He catches her before she falls.
"I've got you, Anna," he whispers. "And I won't let anyone hurt you again."
Sold by her parents to the cruel Beta Chris, Anna endures years of torment—even though she's his fated mate. But on the night of the Full Moon Blood Rite, when Chris offers her as a living sacrifice to the dark goddess Ivanka, Anna survives against all odds. And she awakens something ancient and powerful within her.

She's not just any wolf.
She's the first Emerald Wolf—blessed by the Moon Goddess, feared by the darkness.

Hunted and broken, Anna finds refuge in the arms of Alpha Dylan, the one man who once showed her kindness. But Dylan harbors a dark secret: to regain his lost wolf, Titan, he must win Anna's love… and then sacrifice her.

What begins as manipulation turns into something real. When Anna uncovers the truth, her heart shatters. But greater dangers loom. The dark goddess Ivanka is unleashing monsters to wipe out the werewolf race, and only Anna's power can stop her. To save everyone, Anna must embrace the darkness within—even if it means losing herself forever.
Now Dylan must fight not only for his pack, but for the soul of the woman he loves… before it's too late.

Oliver Haywood never wanted love—only control. But his grandfather’s will leaves him no choice: marry or lose everything. His solution? A cold contract. No emotions. No weakness. No escape.

Nuella Allen is nothing like the polished socialites he rejected. She’s quiet, determined—and the one woman bold enough to stand against him. What begins as a deal soon ignites into a war of wills, where every look burns, every word cuts, and every touch tempts.

But when Nuella dares to defy him—both in private and in public—Oliver learns that the vows binding them aren’t just legal… they’re explosive.

In a marriage built on power, passion, and ruthless control, only one question remains:
Who will break first—the billionaire who swore never to love, or the woman who refuses to bow?

WARNING: Novel Features Mature Contents! Read at your own risk!
" Sometimes we find the best thing inside the worst person "

Savannah Yardley, the college beauty of Sunblock College didn't expect that her so called perfect boyfriend, Finn Hansley, the number one basketball player of Sunblock's basketball team would be the reason of her most devastating birthday celebration on her 19th Birthday. Finding her boyfriend with her own best friend on the bed was the birthday present that she had on that night. Heartbroken at that sight, Savannah accidentally came across the path of her sworn enemy, Ares Thatcher, the current caption of basketball team from their rival college. Ares wasn't the absolute man to share her sorrows but Revenge is dish best served cold. In her spark of revenge that engrossed her soul like wildfire, she made a deal with the cold, playboy, Ares Thatcher ---- Reveal Finn's weakness to Ares, get revenge on Finn & being done with Ares at the end. But she didn't know that dealing with a bad boy was like playing with fire__ either you burn or you get burn. Was it worth to cheer for her enemy in order to seek her revenge or something was more behind this?

"You are so rude! Are you really flirting in the office? Are you going to fool me again?" I screamed.
"You." I faced my sister again. "I'm your sister, I am not? Why did you do that to my husband? How did you do this, SISTER?" I stress the word 'sister'.
"My sister! You should be my sympathizer in these times. But what did you do? But where are you? You hurt me. And you're still hurting me, you animal." And I tweaked her again, I even pushed her. She didn't fight back.
Nate tried to stop me but once he tried to stop me, I punched him hard and slapped him.
"Don't try to stop me, Nate, because if I did nothing at first but run and cry now I won't do something that will make me look miserable!" I exclaimed angrily.
And my sister was tweaked again.
"Please Elle it's okay." She was crying. I slapped her so hard that she leaned over. It cries.
"That's enough? Are you kidding me?"I said sarcastically, I even faked a laugh.
"I would be the one to tell you that. I would be the one to tell you THAT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I CAN'T. IT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I'M SICK. IT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I'M BROKEN. HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO FOOL ME? ACCEPT YOU. YOU ARE ANIMALS!" I still scream. And I slapped her again and then pushed, causing her bag to fall and its contents scattered.
"Kelly," Nate shouted and helped Kelly to her feet.
Attention turned to a small rectangular object on the floor. My knees went soft while looking at it. I approached it and looked closely, it had two lines, which means 'positive'.
My lips are trembling, but I managed to ask anyway.
"D-Don't tell me........
......Y-You're......
.....p-pregnant.......?
.....w-with my h-h-husb-band?"

Detective Grace Marlowe has built her career on precision and grit, carving her place in the department without owing anyone favors. But when she’s called to the scene of a murdered tech heiress in a penthouse suite, the case feels wrong from the start every detail too deliberate, too staged.

The body is laid out like an art installation: silk gown, perfectly applied lipstick, a single drop of blood at the corner of her mouth. No sign of forced entry. No defensive wounds. And tucked under the bed, hidden in a place only a meticulous search would find—an envelope.

It isn’t addressed to the victim. It’s addressed to Grace.

Inside: a photo of her sister, taken the year she disappeared

After learning the hard truth of how her twin sister Dalilah brainwashed and manipulated her mind during thirteen years, turning her into a ruthless assassin who killed hundreds of innocents including her youngest brother and best friend Valerian, twenty-seven-year-old Princess Natasha Nicholai, is executed in front of the Imperial Palace.
Somehow, she gets sent back to the past right before Dalilah started putting her evil string on her mind, to when she was about to turn fourteen, and uses that as an opportunity to not let the past repeat itself, by getting her revenge on her sister and all the people who backed her, and saving her younger brother as well as protecting the innocents she knows will be Dalilah's targets.
But while also going after the truth about who stole her magic when she was 4yo, who sent her back and why did they do that, she will cross paths with Ethan Theodore, a dangerous and full of secrets guy, with ruby-red-eyes and who's destiny is directly linked to Natasha's