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Arina De Luca's world is shattered the night she walked in on her husband being shot... and the man holding the gun is Luciano Martínez, the sinfully beautiful billionaire CEO who owes the city.

Then comes the real blow to the stomach: her late husband had already signed a contract promising her in marriage... to his own killer.

Forced to a marriage she hates with every fiber of her being, Arina becomes the rebellion wife of Luciano Martínez.

Arina hates hates him with such violence... but she also wants him with a fury that consumes her: she wants him to open her legs and fuck her until she screams his name instead of cursing him.

Arina hates herself for allowing any feeling to flourish towards the man who stole her husband's life. Will that hatred cost her everything?

Read on to find out.

He married her for her name. His first love fell for his wife.

Seraphina Ashbourne was born into one of London's most respected old-money families. But when the Ashbourne fortune collapses, all she has left is a powerful name, a talent for painting, and her grandfather's beloved exhibition hall, now days away from auction.

Then billionaire Cillian Laurent offers her a way out.

Three years of marriage.

$300,000 a month.

And the exhibition hall.

No love. No sex. No interference.

Cillian doesn't want Seraphina's heart. He wants the Ashbourne name for his ambitious new project. His heart already belongs to Saskia Moreau, his beautiful blonde childhood friend and one of the world's most sought-after models.

Seraphina expects Saskia to hate her. Instead, Saskia becomes fascinated by her.

She visits Seraphina's studio. Watches her paint. Flirts with her. Finds excuses to be near her.

What begins as harmless attraction soon becomes something neither woman can control. Saskia is falling for her best friend's wife, and she's falling hard.
Seraphina knows she should keep her distance. Saskia is the woman her husband has loved for years, and their marriage has an expiration date. But every stolen glance, every lingering touch, and every moment together makes it harder to remember that their marriage was supposed to be a loveless arrangement.

Cillian thought Saskia love him, he's wrong.

The woman he married for her name may become the one woman his first love can’t live without.

And Seraphina must decide whether saving her family's legacy is worth losing the woman who has become her heart.

She had really been reborn.
Before turning eighteen, she was one of the most prominent merchant heiresses in New York, showered with love and affection by her parents.

Later, her father trusted the wrong people and incurred huge debts, leading to his imprisonment. After her mother learned that her father had committed suicide in prison, she hastily sent Aileen abroad, only to follow her father into the afterlife.

Her amber eyes struggled as she realized that if God was giving her another chance, she wouldn't live as timidly and meekly as in her previous life.


She gazed quietly at the black and white photo on the tombstone.
The man in the photo had thin lips and a pair of gloomy eyes under thick eyebrows, devoid of warmth. Geoffrey was born from humble origins, his parents had long passed away, and he was a silent and unsociable doctor during his lifetime.
Aileen felt guilty as she realized that this man, who was legally closest to her, she never truly understood him, nor did she ever invest any thoughts in him. But he silently gave her the whole world.

Reborned, she would try to understand him and change their future, and this loveless contract marriage. Then she learned that their encounter was earlier than she predicted.

Warning: include criminal content

Married to Zane Blackwood, one of the richest billionaires in Europe, Amy has everything she could wish for, a devoted husband, a luxurious life, and an unbreakable love. But underneath the surface of their perfect marriage lies something far more dangerous.
Zane is not just powerful, he is ruthless, possessive, and strongly determined to keep Amy by his side. Yet when pieces of a past she can’t remember begin to surface, she starts having doubts. The passion between them is strong and evident, but so is the unsettling feeling that something isn’t right.
As secrets are revealed and the lines between love and control dissipate , Amy is faced with a difficult choice. Can she tame the ruthless billionaire CEO, or will she lose herself in the process.

For his mother's life, he willingly became a live-in son-in-law for three years, enduring countless humiliations from his wife and male lover. Only when they themselves unplugged the life support pod did he retrieve the dusty cell phone from the pool of blood. The "Zero" access to the Silicon Valley dark web had been unlocked; this time, he would make the entire Crawford empire pay with its life.

On the day we rang the opening bell, Nathan Caldwell announced that he was going to make things official with his secretary.

Vivian Blake leaned against him in a white dress, looking fragile and innocent, her fingers hooked around his cuff.

“Maybe I should leave, Nathan. I don't want to ruin Ms. Bennett's day.”

“Why would you leave?” He put an arm around her waist and looked straight at me. “I lost a bet. This is what she wanted me to do. I'm not going to be a sore loser. It's a joke. Don't make a big deal out of it.”

Everyone expected me to take it, just as I always had.

Instead, I calmly took a divorce agreement out of my bag and slid it toward him.

“Fine by me. The papers are right here. You can sign them now.”

He had no idea how long I'd waited for this day.

His father and I had an agreement: every time Nathan took a new lover, I could make one more demand of the Caldwell family.

I'd had the divorce papers ready since the first woman. Now he'd reached number thirty-two.

Once the marriage was over, taking him down would be easy.

I used to think the most embarrassing moment of my life was when my neighbor called the cops on me for testing "special" game sound effects.
That was before the door opened to reveal a devastatingly handsome police officer who accused me of hiding someone in my apartment—and casually informed me he was my husband of three months. A husband I'd never actually met.
The worst part? He had proof.
Now this impossibly attractive stranger isn't just forcing his way into my life—he's become the unwitting inspiration for my new game's male lead.

Five years ago, they stripped me of my rank and stopped my retirement pay. Now, with the Imperial army at the gates, they kneel at my door, begging for my services. My daughter is wearing last year's shoes, her big toe practically sticking out. My wife is still refilling coffee at a fast-food restaurant at 3 a.m. The neighbors call me "that welfare-dependent guy" behind my back. I pulled my five-year-old dismissal order from under the bill and slipped it under the door. "You've got the wrong person."

As the zombie with half its face rotten lunged at my throat, an utterly absurd thought popped into my head. Instinctively, I raised the supermarket barcode scanner in my hand and aimed it at its face.

"Beep—Target: Level 1 Mutant Infected Person. Estimated Recovery Value: Equivalent to half a bottle of mineral water."

Who would have thought that in this cannibalistic apocalypse, these bloodthirsty monsters who feel no pain and only know how to kill could actually be forcibly converted into cash by the system?!

From that day on, I completely trampled the laws of this broken world under my feet.

While others were killing each other in the ruins for half a piece of moldy bread, I was comfortably sitting in my "Red Lion" supermarket, doing big business with a zombie whose head I had smashed in half.

Two bags of flour, I traded for a box of antibiotics; three boxes of sausages, and it led a zombie squad to the police station to empty my armory. As long as I can afford it, these tireless monsters are my most loyal laborers.

A vicious thug drove a bulldozer and smashed through my wall, threatening to chop up the men and take the women away. I didn't even draw my gun; I just yelled at the door, "Kill these scumbags, and all twenty kilograms of bacon are yours!" The next second, an army of zombies burst through the window and tore the thugs to pieces in an instant.

The arrogant leader of the survivor base, driving five hundred refugees to act as human shields, attempted to use moral blackmail to force me to hand over supplies? I sneered and sounded the air raid siren, awakening the horde of zombies throughout the city. I sat in front of the monitor, sipping hot tea, watching her, who was once so invincible, be completely swallowed by the monsters, as if watching a play.

Trying to take over my territory? First, ask my paid zombie bodyguards outside if they'll allow it!

Through a crazy "equivalent exchange" strategy, I transformed a run-down supermarket into an impregnable steel fortress that even regular troops couldn't break into.

Until that day, the military defenses completely collapsed. Seven four-meter-tall, city-destroying "tyrants" led a super horde of 150,000 zombies to the city's gates! With only sixty seconds left on the countdown to the tactical nuclear missile, the arrogant military commander, his eyes red with tears, begged me to intervene and save the city.

I was trapped underground by seven tyrants, chewing on the last piece of chocolate my zombie underling had left me before he died, and pressed the system's "Ultimate Equivalence".

The system asked me if I was willing to trade my life for absolute control over 150,000 mutants in the entire city.

I smiled and said, "Deal."

When the white light of the nuclear explosion dissipated, and the entire city was reduced to ruins, everyone assumed I was gone without a trace. But I, leaning against the intact rooftop of the fortress, looked down at the tyrant who humbly submitted to me, my eyes gleaming with a dark golden light.

In this lawless hell, my rules are the only ironclad law!

My husband pushed me down the stairs when I was three months pregnant.

I thought it was his bipolar disorder acting up again. The doctors said he couldn't control himself. So I forgave him—just like I'd forgiven the cigarette burns, the broken ribs, and all those nights he choked me unconscious.

Then I lost our baby.

And overheard him on the phone: "The bitch deserved it. If she hadn't stopped me three years ago, Elena would be mine."

That's when I realized—he was never sick. He'd been torturing me on purpose for three years.

Punishing me because I "made him lose" the woman he loved.

So I signed the divorce papers and walked away without looking back.

When our commercial jet began its plunge, my captain husband looked between me and his secret lover, feigning agonizing indecision over the last emergency flotation vest.
 
This time, I shoved the vest straight into their hands.
 
In my past life, Kian had put on a torturous show of weighing his options before strapping that very vest onto my pregnant body.
 
He had chosen to stay behind on the plummeting aircraft, orchestrating a romanticized double-suicide so he could die in the arms of his beloved Maren.
 
But Maren died on impact, while Kian walked away from the wreckage without a scratch.
 
For months, he played the traumatized survivor. Then, just after our daughter's one-month birthday, she was killed in a tragic accident.
 
Instead of consoling me, Kian cornered me, his eyes burning with vindictive malice.
 
"This is karma. If you hadn't forced your way onto my flight, we wouldn't have been short a vest. You killed my true love. Now, the universe is finally making you feel my exact hell."
 
Shattered by the sudden loss of my baby and his monstrous confession, my mind snapped. I lunged at him, sparking a desperate, violent struggle that dragged us both to our graves.
 
Then, the deafening roar of failing engines filled my ears. The cabin lights flashed a bloody red.
 
I was back on the doomed flight.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

My son came home with a trophy from a regional figure skating competition.

To thank his coach, I baked her a batch of cookies.

She just looked at me, confused. "My whole family was in Europe all summer. I didn't teach a single kid."

My smile froze.

When I asked my son about it, he slammed his door in my face. "Why do you have to ask so many questions? I got the trophy, didn't I?"

A second later, I noticed the essay he'd left on the kitchen table.

The title was "My Mom."

For a moment, my heart warmed. Then I read further, and went cold all over.

The "mom" who spent the summer with him in that essay loved wearing white dresses. I never wear white. Not with all the housework I do.

Before school started, they'd gone out of town together to watch a competition. That was the exact weekend my husband told me he was away on business.

My husband was lying. And my son had learned to lie right along with him.

They didn't just have a second family out there. My son had accepted a new mom.

That night, my son was heading out to "practice" again, and my husband offered to drive him.

I smiled and watched them go.

If that other home was so wonderful, then this one didn't need to exist.

Nobody knew where my mum came from.
I didn't know either.
But I knew one thing for certain—every time my mom, Lorna, talked about leaving this place, my father, Gideon, would beat her senseless.
The neighbors would scold her too, calling her ungrateful.
"Gideon saved your life," they'd say. "You owe him everything."
Our village sat at the end of a winding mountain road, three hours from the nearest proper town. Most families had lived here for generations, never venturing beyond the glen except for essential supplies. Many old folks couldn't even read English properly.
Women here didn't question their men. That was just how things were.
Gradually, Mom stopped mentioning leaving.
Until the lockdown ended, and I went back to university.

For as long as I could remember, I had lived under the protection of Casper, Julian, and Rowan.
I took their affection for granted, never expecting that their deep devotion would suddenly curdle into something unrecognizable.
When Elara, a new intern, crashed into our lives, they defended and favored her at every turn. They handed over my hard work on a silver platter, painting me as nothing more than a spoiled, unreasonable princess.
On a night of torrential rain, stranded on the highway and enduring excruciating pain, I begged them for help time and time again. All I received were scoldings and dismissals.
It turned out that their so-called "doing what's best for me" was just a cold war, a calculated cruelty designed to force my head down.
I stopped crying and begging. I signed my resignation letter, returned everything they had ever given me, and agreed to an arranged marriage far away in Italy.
This absurd farce, started by them, would be ended by my own hands.

I’d spent four years slaving away in the hospital basement sorting medical waste.
I thought I’d finally scraped together enough money to pay for my brother Leo’s brain damage treatment.
But he just took the card and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“I got better ages ago. That lousy little paycheck of yours? I blew it on a necklace for Victoria.”
My husband David pushed open the study door. “That story about me going bankrupt and losing my board seat? Total lie. Victoria and I have been together for a year.”
“We planned that whole thing together—sending you down to the basement to pick through trash.”
My parents held out an organ donor agreement in front of me. “That waste disposal job? Victoria got it for you. Her kidney match results came back. You’re the only match. Sign this, and you can still be our daughter.”
Victoria walked in, holding a little boy’s hand. It was Eli—my son, the one I’d thought died in that car crash four years ago.
He stared at me with this cold, disgusted look, like I was a stranger. “Mom, is this ugly lady gonna give you her kidney?”
I pulled the physical exam report I’d gotten a week ago out of my pocket.
Late-stage osteosarcoma. They said I only had ten days left to live.
Counting today,I had three days left.

The idea came from Cora.
She ran into the kitchen while I was making dinner, wrapped both arms around my waist, and looked up at me.
"Mommy, can we go to Grandma Ellen's? Just us two? Just us girls?"
"Why?" I asked.
She thought about it, very serious. "Because every time I wake up and you're not home, I miss you. Even when Daddy's there, it's different." A pause. "Grandma Ellen probably misses you just as much as I do."
Reid was leaning in the doorway. He smiled at me—that easy, certain smile—and said, "She's not wrong. You've been running on empty for months. Take the trip. I've got everything covered."
The flights were booked before I finished washing the dishes.
I should have noticed how fast that was.
The call I made the night before we flew home changed everything. I thought I'd hung up.
I hadn't.

My boss and I had one night. A mistake—or so I told myself, right up until I found a file in his office with my photo labeled "Potential Breeder," tucked inside a folder marked Pack Hierarchy. Same night the pregnancy test came back positive.
His eyes were glowing gold when he walked in.
I ran before sunrise. New name, new city, a life built from nothing.
Five years later, my son stops aggressive dogs in midair with his bare hands. He wakes up at 3 AM telling me someone is coming before the car even turns onto our street. His eyes flash gold when he's angry, and his voice makes grown men step back without knowing why.
The most powerful werewolf in the western territories has been looking for us for five years.
He just found our street.

This was my 43rd time proposing to Isaac, and once again, he turned me down.
Then I spotted the black lace peeking out from his bag.
"My lab partner's on her period. I bought them for her."
The genius said it without a hint of guilt—even had the nerve to say I was being unreasonable.
We argued, and I stormed out, only to end up in a brutal car accident."
Bleeding on the asphalt, I used my last bit of strength to call him.
His response was ice-cold:
"A crash just thirty minutes after you left? Jane, your act is getting pathetic."
The moment he hung up, something broke—and not just my leg.
Seven years of delusion shattered with it.
When I woke up, I accepted my childhood friend's proposal.

Dumped by her groom publicly, Luna married his uncle—Theodore, a business tycoon.
Hatred? Revenge? Or his long-planning?

Wedding night, he handed over a contract. “Nice doing business with you, my wife.”
When her down-and-out ex begged for a second chance? Luna smirked, swirling wine. “I'm Luna Carter, your new aunt—and the new owner of the Davis's enterprise.”

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

"I'm about to cum in your smart little mouth and you're going to swallow all of it. Do you understand?"
He didn't let me answer, holding my head in place as his cum filled my mouth. He waited until I had swallowed every drop before he released me and I fell to the bed, sobbing.
Zipping himself up, he stalked to the door, then paused and turned to smirk at me. "Don't even bother to tell anyone about this. Or you and your mother will suffer. And get ready, because this is just the beginning."


Jasmine Scott is an omega, a nobody. Born in the slums and living with her struggling, single mom, she is an outcast at her school. Until her mom gets married to the alpha. Relieved that her status has been elevated, Jasmine is glad to be part of the alpha’s family except that Hardin Scott, the alpha’s gorgeous son is out to torment her.
Hardin hates Jasmine. She might be his step-sister but she is no blood of his. He knows she is a gold-digger out to get his father’s money and for that she must be punished.
But what happens when he starts lusting after his step-sister? Hardin craves for a taste of his step-sister's body and he won’t stop until his sensual mark is branded on her skin.

“You had a boyfriend?” Stefan nibbled on my ear, driving me crazy.

“Hmm” It came out more like a moan when I felt Kevin’s warm breath on the burning skin of my neck, making my whole body shiver with excitement.

“Did you sleep with him?” Riven’s hoarse voice came from my side, his hands roaming my body freely, touching the forbidden places.

“Noo…” My voice was breathy, full of need. My head fell back on Stefan’s chest.

“Don’t worry, we are going to f*ck him out of your system!” Kevin promised in his seductive deep voice.

……………

Giselle Swan was forced to join Dark Sapphire pack to stay with her mother, Vera Smith and her new husband, Alpha Riley and his kids, when Vera won the case of her custody. The Dark Sapphire pack is one of the wealthiest packs and Alpha Riley cherishes her. But the problem was her triplet stepbrothers Kevin, Riven and Stefan. The Famous Triplet Alphas!

For some unknown reason, Triplet always despised Giselle but they made sure to make her life a living hell when she entered their territory. What will she do when she will get to know that Triplets are her mates?

What will happen when the two of the triplets Kevin and Stefan will try their best to persuade her to be their Luna? Will she accept them?

Why is Riven so hard to impress? Will she be able to tame him?

Will she reject them all because of one?

What will be their reaction when it be revealed to them that there are foxes around them in the disguise of werewolves, who are playing with their lives?

WARNING: Extremely Mature Content (18+ only)

Evan Hollen had it all. The looks, the charm, the girls and the CEO job position at his father's company. Jasmine Blackman was the ordinary assistant with a crush on her boss. Her day-dreaming and fantasies eventually escalated when the two shared drinks and ended up in bed together, and just when she thought she should open up to him about the way she, Evan rejected her. But Evan was only fooling himself. His feelings grew towards Jasmine but she was already looking in the direction of another man.

Karen Daly originally thought that she had married an ordinary man. She never expected this man would suddenly become her boss. He actually was the most mysterious heir of Rovio Corporation Inc, the richest man in Asia.
In public, he was a cold-blooded, decisive controller among the massive business empire.
In private, he was a wolf in sheep's skin, like a real devil. How could he let her go easily?...

Akira Kuromiya is just an average high schooler who gets killed by a robber. He wakes up and is now a chicken!? Even worse he becomes the familiar of a girl who"s apparently the heiress of a powerful clan.

That was for a short while though, as he was abandoned and woke up to find out he, now she, is trapped in a deadly magical forest with all sorts creatures trying to kill her.

The world she finds herself is one of magic and monsters like the manga she's been reading. Akira, now Hinotori is trying to live her life as a chicken in another world!

Tags: Isekai, Adventure, Action, Weak-to-strong, Monster, Evolution, System, LitRPG, Yuri, Overpowered MC, Harem, Demons

The book is quite slow paced, with some arcs seeming quite useless and boring. However, I promise, every arc is important and I urge you to continue. If you can't, I won't try to stop you because the choice is yours.
Over the few months this story's been up I've come to notice one common comment. The MC is stupid. Well, that's just how she is at the the beginning. A selfish entitled brat who believed the world was against her(previously him) after some mistakes she made. I mean, what's a story without personal growth? The character growth is slow and annoying, but it's there. MC will have to learn to make the bigger and smarter decisions with not only his life on the line. If you also can't wait to see a person change, that's fine too. I can't change your mind on that. All I'm saying is give it a shot.
Anyway, that's it for my blurb!

On what should have been the happiest day of my life, I found myself on an operating table, betrayed by my fiancé. His sinister plan to harvest my organs for profit was interrupted by a mysterious man's timely intervention. As I recovered under my savior's protection, I discovered a world of dangerous secrets and hidden motives.
With my enigmatic rescuer by my side, I embarked on a journey to expose the truth behind my fiancé's betrayal. Each revelation brought new dangers, and every step toward justice drew me closer to the man who saved more than just my life.
（I highly recommend a captivating book that I couldn't put down for three days and nights. It's incredibly engaging and a must-read. The title of the book is "The Billionaire's Daughter" You can find it by searching for it in the search bar.）

Aurora, once known as the top assassin, is reborn into the Pendleton family as the least favored and most ridiculed third daughter. Overweight? No problem, it's never too late to lose weight! Weak and powerless? No worries, it's never too late to rise! Timid and easily bullied? No matter, now's the time to transform into a cunning queen!
After dealing with unworthy men and contemptible women, Aurora is ready to live her life freely and unapologetically. But the aloof and mysterious Heath comes forward with a question that changes everything: "When are we getting married?"

Emily Harris, a determined Business Administration student aiming to earn her degree, finds her big opportunity when her friend Emma secures her an internship at one of the most influential and powerful companies in Chicago. What Emily never expected was to cross paths with Noah Walker, the enigmatic and commanding 34-year-old CEO, known for his cold demeanor and relentless leadership.
As the days at the office progress, Noah begins to demand Emily’s presence more and more, sparking an irresistible tension between them. Beneath the CEO’s rigid and mysterious exterior, Emily starts to uncover a far more complex man. What begins as a professional relationship quickly evolves into a sweeping romance, brimming with desire, secrets, and intense emotions that test them both.
When boundaries are crossed and hidden feelings surface, Emily and Noah must face a choice: follow the rules or risk everything for a passion that could change their lives forever.

The story unraveled with a brother born to the same father and a different mother does not want to marry a fiance who is reportedly ugly and impotent, his biological mother kneels before him: "Your sister deserves better, you help her." With great disappointment, he replaced his married brother. On his first night, a handsome man frowned at him: "Too ugly."

What will happen after he replaces his married brother?

Iris, still a college student, became a stripper to help her boyfriend, only to find out he had sold her to the mob.
Worse yet, Iris was kidnapped by the most ruthless mafia king, for reasons unknown.
She pleads for her life, only to be shocked when she discovers that her captor is her brother's best friend, and also her childhood crush...
He: My little one, I will never take my eyes off you.

She paid a stranger to take her virginity—unaware he already owned her.
Victoria Howlthorne only has one night to destroy her value and escape a brutal fate—being sold as a virgin to the infamous Alpha Moretti. But the dangerous stranger she chooses in the shadows of Devil's Lair isn't what he seems.
 "Buy a girl a drink?"
"Shouldn't you be in college?" he smirks.
"My birthday," she whispers. "I'm celebrating survival."
She gives him her body. He gives her the most unforgettable night of her life… and takes her innocence with a hunger that feels destined.
But Leo isn't just anyone—he's the dominant Alpha she was already promised to. She thinks she ruined the deal. He knows she just sealed her fate.
When secrets unravel, desire turns to obsession. She tried to escape the monster. Instead, she gave herself to the devil who already owned her name.
Will she run when she learns the truth, or surrender to the man who can never let her go?

He's my mate's father and I had a one-night stand with him. I shouldn't have but I was just so bitter because my mate was sleeping with my half-sister.
That night marked the beginning of his insane obsession. And then I realized he wasn't the level-headed and calm father-in-law I always thought he was.
Behind that mask was an obsessive, manipulative, and controlling man who had sworn never to let me go. He'd do anything to keep me, including ruining my life.
Now I'm stuck in this clandestine erotic relationship we have. And each day, I find myself getting more addicted to him.
What do I do to break free from this erotic but toxic bond we share?

Qiara Stone died once—long enough to watch the Clayborne family mourn her like a performance and celebrate their glittering “songbird” like she was born to shine. Then Qiara wakes up a week earlier in her twenty-year-old body, memories intact, heart blazing with one truth: she was never meant to be background noise in someone else’s masterpiece.

Raised by loving adoptive parents until a hospital mix-up rewrote her fate, Qiara was reclaimed by the powerful Claybornes—only to have her talent suppressed, her future bartered, and her voice stolen to protect the family’s lie. This time, she’s done obeying. With the Garden East Musical Competition as her battlefield, Qiara risks everything to step into the spotlight and claim the career that was always hers.

But the Claybornes don’t lose gracefully—and freedom comes with a price. When ruthless tech heir Julius Pierre offers Qiara protection, power, and a partnership no one can ignore, she must decide whether his deal is a lifeline… or just another gilded cage.

In a world where reputations are bought and voices are stolen, Qiara’s second life may be her only chance to sing—and make them pay.

[...] “Listen carefully to my words… If you want this pretty ass of yours to be marked by my fingers, you should be respectful and say only yes, sir.”
His other hand finally returns to my ass, but not in the way I’d like.
“I’m not going to repeat myself… do you understand?” Mr. Pollock asks, but he’s squeezing my throat, and I can’t answer him.
He’s stealing my breath, and all I can do is nod helplessly, listening to his sigh.
“What did I just say?” He squeezes a little tighter, making me gasp. “Hum?”
“Y- Yes, sir.” My voice comes out strangled while I rub myself against the bulge in his pants, making the chain of the clamp stretch and pinch my clit a little harder.
“Good girl.” [...]
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By day, Victoria is a successful manager known as the Iron Lady. By night, she's a submissive famous in the BDSM world for not liking to submit.
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With her boss's retirement, Victoria was confident she would be promoted. However, when his nephew is assigned the new CEO, her dream is shattered, and she's forced to work directly under the command of this arrogant, irresistibly seductive man…
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ㅤVictoria just didn't expect that her new boss also had another identity… A Dom known for teaching the way of a perfect submissive, and with no problem exposing his kinky side — unlike her, who had kept this secret by lock and key…
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ㅤAt least, that's what she's been doing all this time... until Abraham Pollock came into her life and put both of her worlds upside down.
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+18 READERS ONLY • BDSM

My boyfriend cheated. My best friend interfered. And I had a one-night stand with my boss.
"Hello? Adeline? You and your boyfriend are persons of interest in an investigation concerning the distribution of obscene videos. We need you to come to the station."
At the police station, I watched the sex tape of the two people I trusted most, and my entire world imploded.
But that was also the night I met him—the man who would change everything.
When my ex wouldn't back off, fabricating horrible rumors to destroy my name, Ronald Williams, the powerful CEO I'd spent one incredible night with, stepped forward.
He stood in front of me like a shield. "She's Mrs. Williams now," he said, his gaze cutting into my ex. "As for you? You never had what it takes to please a woman like her."
It was more than just feeling protected. In that instant, I knew I was completely and utterly in love with him.

"I bet you still feel me," I whispered, tracing a lazy finger down her spine, just to make her shudder. "Still stretched from how deep I was inside you."

She sucked in a sharp breath, but I caught the way her thighs pressed together, the way she burned with the memory she was so desperately trying to bury.

"Shut up," she bit out, her voice shaking.

I chuckled, dark and low, brushing my knuckles against her jaw. "Why? Does it drive you insane knowing you let the villain ruin you first?"

Camilla
He used to make my life hell. Stefano Madden, the golden boy with ice in his veins and a filthy mouth that cut deeper than knives. I was the fat, invisible girl he loved to humiliate. Now, I’m curvy, successful… and unfortunately, his personal assistant. I swore I’d never fall for him again. But the way he looks at me now? Like he wants to ruin me all over again, only slower, dirtier, deeper. And I would let him.

Stefano
I broke her once. I should’ve walked away. But Camilla Whitlock grew into every man’s fantasy and I hate that she makes me feel. So I push her. Tease her. Own her. Until the line between cruelty and desire snaps. I take her, claim her, and when I put a baby in her, my obsession turns lethal. But when she’s stolen from me, all bets are off. I’ll burn the world to bring her back… even if she never forgives me.

Roxanne Grant has always been one to live her life according to her rules. Blessed with a handsome and capable fiancé and a dream job, she couldn’t have imagined a life better, until she discovers that her fiancé had been cheating with his secretary for a long time.
Enraged and heartbroken, Roxanne decides to take revenge but accidentally bumped into Lance Laurent, Los Angeles’s hottest bachelor and heir to Laurent cop and the stepbrother of his fiancé.
After that one steamy night, things began to get more complicated, spiraling out of Roxanne’s control and down a lane of lust.
And much to her surprise, the L.A’s hottest bachelor doesn't plan on letting go of her anytime soon.


"Thinking of another man while having me? Tell me, is my time a joke to you, woman?” Lance had grabbed her chin to meet his gaze harshly.
With his words, Roxanne grinned as she placed the last of her concerns behind. Wrapping her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, she answered him in a slurry voice.
“You have my full attention now, so you better make it worth the while.”

“Mates!” Olivia’s voice rang in my head, then fell silent, as if stunned by the memories she’d glimpsed.
No! No! No!
This couldn’t be real. It had to be a nightmare.
They couldn’t be my mates... I can’t believe it... Mated to My Twin Stepbrothers?
As the daughter of the Alpha’s mistress, Maya has always been an outcast, scorned by the Blackthorn Pack and tormented by her stepbrothers. Maximus and Leonardo Sterling—the infamous Sterling Twins—were future Alphas with one cruel goal: to make Maya’s life unbearable. On her eighteenth birthday, fate delivered a devastating blow—they were her fated mates. That night, they shattered her innocence, marking her against her will to avenge her mother’s sins.
The Sterling Twins were masters of cruelty, their thirst for vengeance boundless.
Yet Maya’s heart battles the searing pull of the mate bond, torn between hatred and forbidden desire. When she discovers she’s pregnant by the brothers who destroyed her, she rejects them and flees, vowing to protect her unborn child. Years later, the twin Alphas hunt her once more—not just for her, but for their son, the heir they demand for their pack.
Can Maya defy the fated bond and safeguard her child, or will the twins’ relentless pursuit claim them both in this second chance?

Note: Rosie Meachem is the co-author of the story, updating from Chapter 102.

My five-year-old son called another woman "Mommy," and that was the moment my world ended.

Betrayed by my Alpha husband Dominic and stripped of everything I had built, I stood on a cliff's edge and made my choice — until something massive caught me mid-fall.

My savior was Ryker Sterling: a billionaire Alpha with storm-gray eyes, a thin scar above his right brow, and words that hinted at an old connection I couldn't remember. He offered what Dominic never did — a chance to prove my worth at Sterling Financial.

But as I step into Ryker's world, dangerous secrets about my mother's imprisonment begin to surface. And Dominic, humiliated and obsessed, isn't finished with me yet.

Some debts run deeper than memory. Some wars are just beginning.

He ruined me once.
And now he’s back to finish the job—I can feel it.

Else how do you explain this?
The one man I should never see again is everywhere.
In my head.
In my bed when I close my eyes.
In the wet dreams that leave me aching for the man who ghosted me after four years.

That isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal.

People run from danger. They run from pain.
But me? It feels like I’m running straight toward it.
Or worse—like it’s running toward me.

Roman Ward.
The bane of my existence.
And God help me… the only man I can’t escape.

The door didn't opened. Anger rushed inside my veins. I turned back only to see Dylan standing there on the spot, his eyes glued on the shining marble floor.
"DYLAN, OPEN THE DOOR!! LET ME GO!!"
I yelled furiously as I glared him with pure hatred and disgust.
"Never", he mumbled in an inaudible voice. My blood boiled seeing his audacity still I calm myself down and looked at him in anger.
"Why?", I gritted.
He finally looked at me. His eyes turned darker as he smirked menacingly.
"Because you're my wife, Evelyn Black"
Evelyn Black is an intelligent and innocent girl who tries to stand for herself as she gets betrayed by the love of her life Dylan Black when she comes to know about his dark, cruel intentions behind their marriage...

"You think you walked away and I'd just let you go?" His whisper pressed against my ear, dangerous and intoxicating. "Two and a half years, Sienna. Do you know what that does to a man?"

He spun me around to face the door, my palms pinned against cold wood, his chest searing against my back like a brand. His hand slipped beneath my hem, fingers tracing up the inside of my thigh with punishing slowness.

"Every time I see you," his teeth grazed my shoulder, "I remember exactly what you look like when you lose control."

"Ethan, don't—"

"Your mouth says don't." His fingers found me, and my knees nearly gave out. "But your body is begging me to keep going."

He was right. God damn him, he was right. My hips rolled against his hand without permission, chasing something I had spent two years pretending I did not need.

"Say my name," he commanded, his voice wrecked beyond recognition. "The way you used to."

And I did. On the ruins of every rational thought I had left, I did.

Faye Martinez, the beloved sister of Alpha, the most revered princess of The New Arctic Pack, was adored by everyone. But her fate took a turn when Alpha Timerante from The Dark Pack proposed to her.It was a marriage scheme. After they got married, Faye didn't receive any love or care from her husband Timerante. On the contrary, he repeatedly hurt Faye for his lover!Unable to bear it any longer, Faye made a solemn vow to the Moon Goddess. "I, Faye Martinez, reject you, Alpha Timerante Thompson, as my mate! Forever!"

"First time?" he asks, lowering his hand to my abdomen, his body tensing.

I bite my lip to keep from answering, sensing his eyes flash with something dark. He pushes deeper inside me, and I wince.

Pain shoots through me, but pleasure quickly follows, numbing me to the world. The sparks and tingles distract me from the discomfort.

"So tight," he murmurs as he pulls out.

"Please," I moan recklessly, knowing I should stop him but unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. It feels so good.

"Eager to feel my c**k," he growls as he thrusts back inside me, his voice making me forget the pain.

As the thrusts cease, his ragged breaths send shivers down my spine. I press my forehead into the pillow, disoriented.

"Mine..." He says in a low menacing voice whispers. Asher takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. Then, he says the words that shatter my heart. "I, Asher Knight, Alpha of the Redwood Pack, hereby reject you, Alethea Weaver of BloodMoon pack as my mate."


Alethea is haunted by mysterious dreams of a powerful mate, her life takes a darker turn when her father forces her to be a breeder to Xavier, the Beta of the Bluemoon Pack. But when Xavier's jealous girlfriend threatens her life, Alethea has no choice but to run.

Alethea is attacked and saved by a shadowy figure-Alpha Asher, when he is hunting in the woods, knowing she is his fated mate.
An accident leaves Alethea with no memory of her past-and no idea that she's carrying Asher's child. As she rebuilds her life, hidden truths, and long-buried secrets begin to resurface.

Can Alethea unlock her true identity? Will she uncover why Asher pushed her away? Will she discover her power before it's too late?

His green eyes lengthened as he pulled me close, "Where else did he touch you?" His voice hardened and I shivered.
“Stop, He..”
He pressed his lips against mine before I could finish my statement.
“You're soaking wet for me baby. Do you feel this way about him too? Does his touch make you this wet?" He growled I could feel the anger in his voice.
“Listen to me little mouse.” His voice was cold, his green eyes pierced into mine with an intensity that made me shudder.
“You are mine alone.” He nipped on my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin. “You don't let anyone else touch you okay?”
We shouldn't be doing this. He didn't love me and I was just one of many girls caught in his web. Worse still, he was my Stepbrother.


Love is anything but expected...

Ryan Jenkins is the school's ultimate heartthrob and captain of the basketball team with a charm that leaves girls swooning. Haunted by a tragedy from his past, he views love as a game- one where hearts are mere toys to be tossed with. He’s spent his life steering clear of anything resembling love. But when his father remarries, he's suddenly faced with a new challenge—his stepsister. Being in close proximity to her ignites something he’s never felt, a dangerous spark that threatens to consume the world he’s built.

Violet Blake is your typical good girl—a straight-A student, a shy bookworm, and utterly inexperienced when it comes to love. Moving in with her mom and new stepfamily was supposed to be a fresh start. She never expected her stepbrother to be Ryan Jenkins, the most popular and alluring guy at school. With every interaction, Ryan keeps her on edge, leaving her struggling to protect her heart. The more she tries to stay away, the deeper she falls for the one person she knows she shouldn't desire...

He saved me. Then the Reaper of Prague claimed me.
 One kiss and I’m marked by a three thousand year old demon who tastes like sin and danger. I should be running for the hills, but instead, I burn under his touch. And my witch blood? It’s waking, wild and full of surprises.
This isn’t your typical love story. It’s more like a fuse waiting to explode: kidnappings, blood oaths, and a war lurking in the shadows. What we’ve set in motion could either transform this city or reduce it to ashes. He says I’m his. Maybe I want to be… even if it means the world goes up in flames.

Lyra is exposed to the horror of war, torture, and savage treatment from the brutal Alpha King, Ryker Ashbane, who kills her parents as payback for the death of his parents and pack. Things take a turn when the moon goddess blesses her with her fated mate, who happens to be the same man who has vowed to torment her.
Lyra is faced with challenges that resurrect a power core she never thought she had.
Her newfound powers brandish her and seal her thirst for blood and vengeance, but the moon goddess has something else in store for them.
In a twist of fate, they are faced with a horrifying truth in this game of power. But for Lyra, the wounds cut too deep.
The fierce Alpha is torn and is on a quest to win her heart. Sacrificing his life for her, will Lyra give him another chance?

He stepped closer, those hypnotic grey eyes of his holding me in a trance. I took another step back, trying to calm my racing heart. I was supposed to hate this arrogant bastard! He'd done nothing but infuriate me since the second we met.
" Aren't you tired of pretending.... flower?" He asked. His voice was pure sex. The dirty, intoxicating kind...and I could feel myself heating up.
" I'm not pretending. I want nothing to do with you, so stay away and leave me alone!"
He chuckled, a dark yet erotic sound, That's where you're wrong..." He began, stalking closer until my back hit the wall, " This thing between us.... it's not a matter of want. It's a matter of need. Of an urgency so profound it threatens to end me. I don't simply want you, Layla, I fucking need you!"

Eight years ago, 17 year old Layla Stevens met Adam Crest in a jail cell—her for breaking and entering, him for a far darker crime. One he hadn't committed. Their paths crossed for mere minutes, but it was long enough to leave a mark Adam couldn't shake.
Now, years later, fate has a twisted sense of humor. Adam’s father is marrying Layla’s mother. Adam is hell-bent on winning the woman who unknowingly branded herself into his soul. But Layla’s walls are high, and every time he tries to break through, sparks fly and tempers flare, igniting a tension that refuses to burn out.
What started as a fixation quickly morphs into something deeper—an emotional tug-of-war layered with buried trauma, guilt, and a chemistry that won’t quit. But the past doesn’t stay quiet for long, and when a near-tragedy forces them to confront their feelings, long-held secrets begin to surface.
As feelings grow and lines blur, Adam is forced to confront everything he’s tried to bury, including the terrifying thought of being truly seen.
Can two broken people find peace in each other, or will their haunted histories tear them apart?
✨A steamy romance tangled with secrets, unresolved pain, and the kind of love that dares to heal.✨