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My husband and parents wanted me dead. All because my sister was "dying."

They shoved a divorce agreement and an experimental surgery consent form at me.

I was supposed to be her donor.

But they didn't know I was the one actually dying.

Three days ago, they told me I had terminal bone cancer.

One month to live.

So when they threatened me into some back-alley surgery, I smiled.

I was already dying anyway.

Just before Easter, my husband, Ethan Cole, surprised me by arranging a weeklong trip to Switzerland.
In ten years of marriage, it was the first time he had ever planned a vacation for me.
I thought he had finally remembered that I was human, too, and needed a break.
Then, one day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and our daughter, Ella.
"Daddy, if you and Sophia have a wedding, what will happen to Mommy?"
Ethan chuckled softly.
"It's just a ceremony. Nothing about our lives will change. Ella, keep this a secret for Daddy, and when I get back, I'll buy you that Barbie Dreamhouse you've always wanted."
I stood outside the door, feeling as though every drop of blood in my body had turned to ice.
So that was what this trip was really about.
It wasn't his way of making up for neglecting me. He was simply clearing his schedule so he could marry another woman.

My boyfriend was a mafia heir. One word from him could open those gates.
But I stood outside in the rain while he celebrated another woman's birthday. My calls went unanswered. Inside, four plates circled the cake. None was mine.
Upstairs, she'd taken my room too.
“You don't mind helping her out,” he told me.
He hadn't asked.
That night, I reopened the job offer I'd turned down to stay with him. This time, I hit Reply.

"Arthur, please! Send someone to Black Forest—Noah's been taken by rogue shifters! They'll kill him!" I hit the marble floor hard, blood trickling from my forehead.

My mate, the most feared enforcer in this territory, couldn't be bothered. He was too busy looking for his lover's precious pet.

"Eve, you're sick—lying about our kid to get attention?" He gestured dismissively. "Throw her in the cells until she stops this bullshit."

He locked me up all night.

Next morning, he let me out, figuring I'd gotten the message.

He didn't know that thirty minutes ago, the gate guards brought a blood-soaked box.

Our son's head was inside.

On the live gala broadcast, everyone called Vanessa Hart “Mrs. Caldwell.” And the real Mrs. Caldwell — me — sat at home, watching him let it all happen.
I have loved Ethan for more than a decade, only to get a marriage built on a deal. He married me to save my family. He kept me around because I was still useful. What he never realized was that I had a heart, and it could break beyond repair.
When I finally turned and walked away, he discovered the woman who had always waited for him was gone.
Now he drowns in regret. But will I ever go back to him?

The day my sister and I came back to life, we made one call: swap fiancés.

Last time, Dad burned every favor he had to lock down two marriage deals for the family. One with a mafia family that runs the West Coast. The other with a corporate CEO.

My sister married the mafia leader. She was too gentle, too kind for a world that ran on blood and backstabbing. The man had a childhood friend who played soft and helpless but was vicious as hell underneath. That woman tormented my sister for decades before finally arranging an "accident" that killed her.

And me? I got the polished CEO.

Sounds good, right? Except we tortured each other from day one. He was all rules and manners, always talking like he was giving a speech. Me? I blow up fast and if I can throw a punch, I will. Every day was the same standoff. He'd pull back, I'd push forward, and nobody gave an inch.

We spent our whole lives being polite and miserable.

Then one day, my sister and I woke up on the afternoon they announced the engagements.

When my year-end bonus came in, I bought a pair of engraved matching bracelets for the man I'd been with for eight years and had them shipped to his office.
The tracking said delivered. He waited a full day before sending me a voice message, asking if I'd bought him a gift.
I said no, and asked if someone had sent him something. He brushed it off. Said he'd ask around.
When I pushed, he said it was a pair of running shoes from a coworker, and he'd already sent them back.
That night he kept his phone on him. He even took it to bed.
Once he was asleep, I unlocked it with his finger.
His old Messenger chats had all been cleared. I searched one word: gift.
The messages came right up. The other person was Mia Novak. He called her "baby."
I tapped her profile picture. It was a wedding photo.
The groom was Nathan Boyd, the man I'd been with for eight years.

At the school's field day, my six-year-old son pointed straight at me and shouted for everyone to hear, "I'd rather be alone than with her! She's the worst mom in the world!"
He hated that I couldn't afford expensive toys, hated that we lived in a tiny apartment, hated that I was just a useless woman.
Then he turned and ran straight into the arms of the woman who destroyed my family, calling her name in the sweetest voice, just because she handed him an ice cream.
My ex-husband leaned against his luxury car, sneering, "Nora, if you admit you were wrong, I'll let you come back. We can get married again."
Looking at their smug faces, I finally let go of the hands I'd been gripping tightly for four years.
"All right," I said, smiling as I signed away custody, "Since you two love each other so much, I hope you and your perfect little family enjoy every minute together."
They thought I was playing hard to get, but they had no idea—this time, I really meant it.

My boyfriend bet his best friend a Porsche that I'd never cheat.

For months, his best friend did everything he could to get me into bed, and my boyfriend sat back and kept score.

He won the car. I found out by accident, one day too early.

So I stopped being the girl they were so sure of.

Let's see how he likes it when I finally say yes.

In front of all his friends. In front of him.

In my past life, simply to buy a smile from his mistress, Lilianna, Valerius insisted on shutting down the territory's ultraviolet defense grid on the night of a meteor shower.

 

I fought him tooth and nail. In return, he shattered my legs and threw me into the dark like a bag of trash.

 

The horde swarmed in. It took three agonizing hours of being eaten alive by a dozen ghouls before I finally bled out.

 

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of the control room's master lever.

 

If fate brought me back, it wasn't to play the pathetic saint again. This time, I'm going to step aside and quietly admire the symphony of death they compose for themselves.

I awaited my seven-year-old son's birthday, yearning for my husband’s return, only to stumble upon him celebrating at a bar, tenderly kissing his childhood sweetheart.
I initially believed this to be yet another instance of his favoritism, until I overheard a devastating conversation and realized the truth: the precious son I had nurtured for seven years was not mine, but a product of his union with his childhood friend.
The marriage I had fought so hard to preserve was, from the very beginning, a deceitful scheme orchestrated against me.

My birthday was never truly mine.

Everyone was busy making sure she was comfortable, happy, and protected.
When she deliberately handed me chamomile tea—knowing I was allergic—they told me not to hurt my sister’s good intentions and forced me to drink it.

My brother accused me of being jealous and locked me in the basement.

They all forgot about me to celebrate her birthday, even my fiancé.

Lying there, I realized something worse than pain—I was replaceable.

That was the day I understood the truth about my family.
I was dying on “my” birthday, and no one chose me.

The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.

For three years, I smelled like nothing for my Alpha.
Scent blocker on my wrists and throat, every time another Alpha walked into the room. "Until it's official," Knox said. Until he marked me.
When the war's over. He promised me eighteen times.
I drank wolfsbane in his place at every feast. I drew the maps that won his war, then watched him stand up and take the thanks.
The morning after the war ended, he walked through our door wearing another she-wolf's scent like a second skin.
So I didn't fight. I renounced his pack and took a one-way flight to the only territory he'd sworn never to set foot in.
He crossed the line anyway.
Now he's on my porch in the rain, his wolf clawing under his skin, begging to mark me tonight.

My cousin stole thirty thousand dollars from our dying grandmother.
Not for an emergency. Not for bills.
For liposuction.
Then she told everyone I did it. Said I was jealous of her figure — that I'd drained Grandma's cardiac surgery fund because I wanted to look different. And the terrible part is, everyone believed her. My boyfriend. My uncle and aunt. Every single person who'd watched me grow up in that house — eating their leftovers standing at the kitchen counter, wearing my aunt's old coat with the broken zipper through every winter — turned around and decided I was the thief.
I couldn't prove otherwise. I couldn't get anyone to listen.
Last time this happened, I didn't survive it.
Then I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital corridor. My aunt's hand raised, ready to swing.

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

I stumbled out of the Moonlit Forest covered in blood, but Magnus didn’t even look at me. He rushed straight to Jasper instead.
I clutched the blood-soaked rope, struggling to catch my breath.
“I almost didn’t make it out alive...”
Magnus whipped around, his eyes turning ice-cold.
“Stop playing the victim! If you hadn’t wasted so much time, Jasper wouldn’t have been hurt this badly!”
Before I could answer, Willa collapsed into his arms, sobbing.
“Magnus, don’t blame Elowen. I never should’ve forced her to do this...”
I stared at them, my nails digging painfully into my palms.
Magnus had threatened our son’s life to force me into the Moonlit Forest for Willa.
I had nearly died doing exactly what he demanded.
And somehow, it was still my fault.
My voice came out hoarse.
“Magnus... what do our son and I even mean to you?”
He shoved me aside and pulled Willa closer into his arms.
“You were born with Alpha blood. It’s your duty to protect the pack.”
His expression hardened.
“Don’t bother me with this nonsense.”

There are too many ways of taking revenge on a woman. But he chose marriage. In the past three years, he acted like a ruthless husband, treating her coldly, and even more worse, humiliating her. Even when she was pregnant, he tried to force her to give it up, to retire from film field, to expel her from her country.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

I am the wife of Don Nikolai. For years, I endured his violence and the constant humiliation from his mistress, Sofia.
On a stormy night, I saved a boy named Silvio — the sole survivor of a massacre ordered by Nikolai — and raised him as my adopted son. I never imagined he would become my shield. When Nikolai struck me, Silvio stepped forward and shouted, “You will not hit her!” When Sofia provoked me, he stood up for me every time.
While risking his life to hone his skills, Silvio secretly gathered evidence of Nikolai’s crimes. When the Don sensed betrayal, he sent Silvio on a mission meant to kill him — then turned his brutality on me.
As I lay dying, Silvio returned, bloodied and broken, and threw a punch at Nikolai.
“I came back,” he roared, “to kill you!”
After coming of age, he confessed:
“I was never truly your son. I want to marry you.”

On the birthday I shared with my twin sister, my family threw her a party—and called my absence a tantrum.
None of them knew I was lying in the cellar beneath their feet.
With broken fingers, I'd sent my husband the one word he swore would bring him running from anywhere: Lighthouse. He called it a guilt trip and told me to be at the party by seven.
So they toasted my sister. They tossed my place card in the trash. They shoved my gift onto a closet shelf without opening it.
By the time they finally lifted the lid, it was far too late.

The five of us wanted to go to a concert.

I used four devices, with every ticketing app I could find open, and managed to get five tickets.

But on the day of the show, when I met everyone outside the arena, my best friend had brought another girl.

“This is Lily, my coworker. She's been a Luke Morgan fan for twenty years!” Jenna said. “When she heard we had five tickets, she asked if we could spare one.”

Caleb, one of my childhood friends, shrugged. “Nora thinks concerts are too loud anyway. She can give up hers.”

Owen, my other childhood friend, handed me a bottle of water.

“You've been wanting to try that candy shop on the north side, right? The one with the caramel apples? Now you have time.”

Jenna looked at me. “But Nora worked really hard to get these tickets. Maybe we should figure something else out?”

Caleb and Owen immediately objected.

“The show's about to start. What else can we do?”

“Your coworker's already here. We can't make her come all this way for nothing.”

My boyfriend had already ordered me a ride.

“Getting tickets is just tapping your phone a few times,” Ethan said. “What's so hard about that? Your car's booked. I put in the candy shop as the destination.”

Jenna's coworker couldn't be allowed to waste a trip. Apparently, I could.

I'd gotten five concert tickets, and somehow there was no seat left for me.

I watched the five of them laugh and head off to buy light-up headbands and glow sticks.

I wasn't being treated like a girlfriend, a best friend, or even a friend. I was the person they could do without.

I wasn't going to the concert.

It was time to leave the rest of their lives, too.

There had been a prophecy told
for generations. It was common knowledge among all supernatural beings, whether they were good or evil. This prophecy was also known among the gods, titans, and demigods.
A runt wolf would meet her beloved and start one of the worst wars the supernatural world would ever see. The runt wolf would need to do everything she could to defeat the titan, Atlas.
Will she be able to overcome the challenges and defeat Atlas?
Or will Atlas win and bring the gods to their knees, ruling over the world as he had desperately wanted to do for eons?

I’m a convenience store owner.

When the acid rain apocalypse hit, it ate through metal, wrecked power, and turned clean food and water into currency.

Last time, I made one mistake: I opened my door to my ex, Claire Voss, and her lover, Derek Hale. They didn’t come for shelter—they came for my stash. The blade in my abdomen taught me what mercy buys in a broken world. I killed them, but as my vision faded, the radio crackled with one final update: the disaster was ending.

Day thirty. I didn’t live to see morning.

Then I woke up—one week before it began.

This time I do only one thing: lock myself in my underground storage room with exactly thirty days of food and water, and wait for the rain to stop.

But Claire is hoarding again, louder than ever—embezzling money, emptying my shelves, trying to starve me in the first week so I’ll crawl back begging.

That’s when it hits me:

She thinks the apocalypse lasts forever.

She has no idea it only lasts thirty days.

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

My boyfriend pulled off a drone-sky proposal that lit up the entire city.
Crowds cheered, “Congratulations to Mr. Gunson and Mrs. Gunson—at last, true lovers become family.”
But the woman curled in his arms was his secretary.
The “me” in their mouths had long since turned to white bones beneath a mound of earth.

My sister took the blame for me and died in the Abyss Dungeon.

For five years, I knelt at her grave and wept. My husband Jack gently wiped away my tears and told me everything would be alright.

Until the day I ran into a woman at the mall.

The way she held her coffee cup. Her favorite phrase. The slight lift of her ring finger — every detail was identical to my dead sister.

I followed her to a villa on the outskirts of town.

The door opened.

The woman who greeted her was the rival who had fallen to her death from a cliff five years ago.

And the man who stepped out of the car and kissed that rival on the lips — was my husband.

That night I confronted Jack. He simply sighed:

"The truth? Is it really that important?"

Lyric sacrificed everything to become the Lunar Queen. Now she must prove she's worthy of the crown. As she learns to rule two kingdoms alongside her mates and build a home for the family she's fought so hard to protect, an unsettling pattern begins to emerge. Wolves, witches, fae, and vampires are disappearing without a trace, leaving every kingdom on edge. As fear spreads and old alliances begin to crack, Lyric finds herself racing against an unseen enemy determined to throw the supernatural world into chaos. To protect everyone she loves, she'll have to embrace the full power of the Lunar Queen... before she's too late.

"You came and ruined everything. Shouldn't you be planning to excuse yourself from this family? Undo whatever spell you did on Arthur and get lost."
I grit my teeth as the test paper crumpled further in my fist.
Hurtful as those words were, they had some truth to them. I had to ask myself the right questions. Give the right answers too.
I was a fool.
Four years ago, I traded my freedom for a dying man's approval and became a wife in name only. Mrs. Vandermere.
My husband never wanted this marriage.
I never wanted his indifference.
And somewhere between duty and heartbreak, I built a life he doesn't know exists.
Now I want out.
He isn't going to make it that easy.

“I love the noises you make when I go down on you, it turns me on and you taste so sweet, like honey.” 

When Charlie started dreaming about her ideal lover, she had no idea he could ever be real, or her boss and fated mate.

After finally getting her dream job, Charlie meets the CEO for the first time only to find out he's the man who has fulfilled her every sexual desire in her dreams. This delicious, muscular, perfect man has been haunting her dreams for months, showing her everything she had always wanted but never thought she could have until she met him.

It turns out that him being her boss is just the tip of the iceberg in what becomes an insane adventure of her discovering the supernatural is real, her true parentage, and a world she had no idea existed. All the while a sinister force is looming over her and her Alpha lover, threatening to destroy the world as she knows it.

Lucia was destined to spend her life with Kaden; everyone knew it as a fact. Yet, on the day of the mating ritual, he chose another woman to be his Luna, instead of his predestined mate.

Feeling rejected and humiliated, Lucia resolved to leave. The only problem was that despite not wanting her, Kaden refused to let her go. He claimed he would rather die than watch her walk away.

A mysterious man who has entered her life became her second-chance mate, will he be strong enough to protect her from Kaden's irrational behavior? Is he truly a better option? Will Lucia find acceptance in her new home?

Six wives have died trying to break his curse. Now the kingdom demands an heir and his enemies are waiting for him to fall.

King Alaric, called the Alaric the Avenger, has lost all hope. Rebellion is rising and an old prophecy threatens his rule. Tired and broken, he leaves his crown behind for one reckless night. He never expects to meet Freya, a strong hybrid warrior who makes him question fate itself.

One night. One hidden bond. A connection that should never exist.

When Freya is betrayed by her own family and handed over to Alaric as a prisoner, both are forced to face a truth they are not ready for. Freya hates Alaric for destroying her world. Alaric fears that if Freya dies, his curse may still be alive. Yet the pull between them is powerful and dangerous.

As lies spread through the royal court, enemies move closer and war breaks out across the land. Freya becomes the key to everything: Alaric’s hope, his ruin and the future of two kingdoms at war. But love built on secrets has a price and betrayal hurts most when it comes from those closest to the throne.

In a world ruled by prophecy, power and blood, will love finally break the curse or destroy them both?

When love smells like betrayal, the past never fades. Abigail thought she had buried her story with Leonardo, the man who made her feel alive… and destroyed her.

Three years later, her life seems perfect: success, luxury, independence, and a new love with Armando. But ghosts don’t die —they only learn to hide behind new promises—. Between threats, family deceit, and a love that refuses to die, Abigail will discover that the real enemy is not always the one who returns from the past…
but the one who sleeps beside her.

Seff stood on the stage with her friend lined up like breeding stock waiting to be chosen by two Alphas to have the honor of joining one of their harems with the honor to mate and birth them children.

It was Seff’s worst nightmare. But she had no choice if she wanted to protect her best friend.

They were close. Their harsh gazes roamed each Omega body down the line until they were looking at Seff. Their faces dawned with deep expression—surprise, then confusion, then knowledge, as if understanding a sudden question. But she was just an unremarkable orphan Omega whose secret of not experiencing heats could get her killed.

The gods in wolf and human form asked, “What is your name now?”


Two Alphas, Kiran Cyrus and Selene Hilal, are obsessed with the same Omega, Seff Bleize. They will do anything to win her love first, even if it means war. What secrets do they hide in their dark and bloody pasts? Who will Seff choose: the gold god or the night goddess?

The stranger kissed her so fiercely she almost couldn't breathe, and he caressed her back, causing her to tilt her head back in unexpected bliss.
"Who are you?" Rakiza moaned between his kisses. Everyone had their first experience, but this man gave her the best.
"I am your guardian," he groaned as he stroked his lips on her neck. And his kisses had the ability to draw out all the demons within her.
Rakiza had never been touched by the opposite sex before, but this man was so swift to entice her that she moaned to seek more from him. His other hand was playing with her hair, and the other was masterfully fondling her bosom, as if capturing all of her attention and feeding her sexual need. 
It was an odd kiss, but it was pleasurable, and it was her first euphoria with a man, Theodulf, a werewolf.

They thought they were alone, but Nikolas the vampire was watching them in agony, waiting for the sun to sink behind the earth, allowing him to use all his strength to steal the girl he had marked as his own.

My skin heats with each thrust of his fingers, and each forceful lap of his tongue, and i cannot stop the moans of pleasure tearing through my slackened jaw. My hand is wrapped in his hair, giving the impression that I have control, but I don’t. I control nothing, and I like it.
Mihai’s hand slowly slides up my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my neck as he cuts of my ability to breathe, black spots clouding my vision, and yet, I am not afraid. I want more. I want everything that he can give to me.
He slowly inserts a third finger, the intense fullness that I feel teetering me over the edge of a cliff I cannot even see, and then he sucks and pulls at my clit. Sparks erupt throughout my body, the orgasm shaking my soul, and destroying what was left of my resistance.


She was the Daughter of a Hunter, he was one of the creatures that her family had sworn to destroy, what could possibly go wrong?
When their worlds collide, who will be left standing, will it be the hunter or the hunted, and which is which?

Georgia Steele came to Rosethorn Academy to skate.
Nothing more.
She has spent her entire life chasing perfection on the ice, following every rule, every expectation, and every demand placed in front of her. Rosethorn is supposed to be a fresh start. A place where she can finally prove she is more than the girl her mother trained her to become.
Then she meets Puck Hale.
He is Rosethorn's golden boy. Captain of the hockey team. Heir to something Georgia cannot understand. Beautiful, arrogant, dangerously intense.
And from the moment their eyes meet, Puck looks at her like he already knows her.
Like she belongs to him.
Georgia refuses to believe the strange pull between them means anything. She refuses to believe the whispers about wolves in the woods, the impossible things she sees after dark, or the way Puck's eyes sometimes seem to glow gold.
But Puck knows the truth.
Georgia is human.
And she is his mate.
Their bond should be impossible. Dangerous. Forbidden.
As Georgia is drawn deeper into Rosethorn's secrets, accidents begin happening around her, the forest seems to watch her every move, and someone is determined to make sure she never discovers what Puck really is.
Because the greatest danger at Rosethorn Academy isn't falling for the Alpha.
It's discovering what happens when an Alpha's human mate is threatened.
And Puck Hale has never been good at letting anyone take what belongs to him.

I lifted my gaze to meet his unwavering one; his eyes were enigmatic, just like his dominant posture. He had an enviable and captivating physique, with well-defined muscles that accentuated the perfect cut of his suit. His greenish eyes, tan skin, and slightly curly hair, styled professionally, completed his look. He was truly a stunning man.

“Finished admiring me, miss?” With a teasing tone, a charming smile appeared on his lips. The CEO was undoubtedly tempting.

“Sir...” I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure and searching for words to escape that uncomfortable situation. “The content is not appropriate to be read aloud; please understand!”

“That, I will decide!” He leaned back in his executive chair, watching me calmly as he savored a sip of his favorite whiskey. “I'm waiting.”

“I apologize, sir, but I can't do it. You can fire me!” I turned away, ready to leave the office hastily, when his strong hands gripped my wrist, about to pull the door handle.

He carefully watched my reaction and then smiled.
“Apprentice…” The CEO approached me seductively, causing me to step back a few paces until I was cornered against the wall. He surrounded me with his arms and brought his lips close to my ear, whispering, “There is so much potential in you; I will mold you!”
Biting lightly on the tip of my ear, I felt a shiver run through my body. With the tips of his fingers, he traced the outline of my face with his nails before pressing his lips with his thumb, gently parting them. Moving even closer, he pressed his body against mine, making my heart race and my breathing erratic.

"You can't kill me, Princess." He smirked. "You can't, because I won't let you and deep down, you don't want to. "

I wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk from his stupidly gorgeous face.

"Oh, I can and I will. Don't test me, Rogue," I growled, pushing my knife harder into his chest.

He leaned even closer, and my heartbeat raced at the scent of him. "You won't because you are my mate."


Her Highness Amber Rousseaux is a princess by day, and a rogue hunter by night. She lives for her pack, and that means eliminating it from the plague of rogues.

But when she stumbles upon Drew Bronimir, the Alpha of the Rogues, who just happens to be her mate, she's faced with the impossible question: fate and desire, or her duty?

Helena is a rich and spoiled girl in her early twenties who thinks nothing of not working, not having ambition, and generally living off of her wealthy father in the headlands outside of San Francisco. Ryan is a scrappy, struggling member of a werewolf pack in the heart of the city who's trying to get away from that life with a few of his packmates. When Helena is kidnapped by a rival gang of shifters, Ryan winds up becoming her accidental savior but doesn't realize what kind of storm has been brewing behind the scenes.

Between the two of them, an entire plot is uncovered and they have to face the reality of what has been happening, who has been setting them up, and just what might hang in the balance.

In a kingdom teetering on the edge of tyranny, Ivanca Mace, the stoic and disciplined warden, is sworn to uphold the law above all else. Her latest charge, however, challenges everything she believes in: Ayra Veil, a condemned witch accused of treason, brilliant and rebellious, with a destiny that could reshape the world.

Tasked with guarding Ayra until her execution, Ivanca finds herself drawn to the sorceress in ways that defy duty, sparking a forbidden attraction neither can ignore. When the unthinkable happens and Ivanca helps Ayra escape, their flight transforms into a desperate journey across kingdoms, pursued by relentless hunters and haunted by betrayal. Every step brings them closer—and yet further apart—as visions, fragments of prophecy, and whispers from a ghostly choir blur the line between fate and choice.

As kingdoms crumble, secrets unravel, and loyalties shatter, the two women must confront a terrifying truth: their love is the key to restoring balance—but only one can survive. The Warden and the Witch is a heart-wrenching fantasy romance that fuses suspense, forbidden desire, and emotional devastation, leaving readers enthralled, haunted, and desperate for more.

Revenge on the Three College Playboys

"You were delicious, little mouse," it seemed to be Mason's voice.
"Who would have thought she'd be so tasty, definitely worth it," Jacob sounded more distant.
"Even better, a virgin. There's nothing like a tight woman in every way," Benjamin added, and they all laughed.
What happened? What did they do to me? The pain worsened each time I was moved; I was lifted and thrown several times. Then I felt a cold breeze on my body and something wet on my back.
"Goodbye, little mouse, it was an incredible party," Jacob said, and then I heard a sound like a car driving away.

I am Savannah D'arcy but I barely was called by my name, the three college playboys Mason, Jacob and Benjamin played me with the name ‘little mouse’. I was abused by them and was avoided by all of my classmates.

Stupid me was deceived by the guys to a party and was thrown to the dark street with physical and psychological wounds, vulnerable and without hope of survival, leaving me to die.

A man comes to my aid, shrouded in mystery with purple eyes. His name is Fabian who was truly a demon named Asmodeus.

"Butterfly, I can give you the power of revenge at the cost of your body and... your soul."

My hands clenched into fists, trembling with the force I exerted. They needed to pay, and I would make them suffer every bit of the hell they put me through.

"So, my butterfly, what's your choice?"
“I agree”

I am trapped, there is no other way to go back and I will never be free from the bonds of fate that have been written in the record of my life.

I'm a big fan of fantasy stories, but never thought they would feel real at this point. As he moved quickly toward me, gripped my arm tightly and pulled me into his warm embrace.

"I found you!"

"What?"

"What's your name?"

"Hah?"

"Your name?!"

"Seline."

"Seline,"he let go of the hug, then looked at me fixedly. His slightly dark brown irises suddenly turned silver in a matter of seconds, then my eyes widened perfectly when he finished his sentence.

"Now, you're mine Seline! Only Mine!"

His lips immediately covered mine suddenly...

For a moment I heard a whisper, "Your destiny has begun my daughter."

Katrina was betrayed and Forsaken by her husband and her twin sister.

She wanted a divorce but discovered that werewolf norms bans such.

She was lured to a hospital by her twin sister and set ablze and died a painful death.

She found out their deception scheme after death, and wished for a second chance at life she was reborn into her past and was given a second chance to life . Will she be able to get revenge, or will she fail once more?

A small-town girl who was raised in the system starts to sense many changes in herself. On her search for her Real parents, she finds a lot of darkness from her past, she meets a man or so she thought. He changes her every wish and prayers in a blink of an eye, and her true destiny is revealed.

A deep-cover spy, operating in enemy territory, becomes entangled with a mysterious woman whose allure draws him in completely. Their passionate encounters soon evolve into something deeper, and he begins to believe she is the one person capable of truly loving him. As he falls further into his obsession, he finds himself worshiping her, convinced that their connection is genuine. But as their relationship intensifies, he begins to question whether everything he believes about her—and himself—can be trusted.

Rated 18+

She ran into a billionaire's burning mansion to save a child child - only to witness the billionaire heir strangling his father in the flames. Days later, before she can expose what she saw, she is kidnapped and murdered by the same man.

But instead of dying, she wakes up on her wedding day three years earlier.

The wedding she had ran away from in her past life. The same day that her whole life changed.

But instead of meeting Koa Sterling, the man she was supposed to marry. The groom waiting at the altar is the man who killed her.

Now trapped in a second life where she is supposed to marry a ruthless billionaire murderer, she has only one chance to survive; run straight into the arms of the dangerous mafia ex-lover she betrayed in her first life. He's the only man powerful enough to protect her....and the only one cruel enough to make her pay for coming back.

She remembers the fire.
He remembers the betrayal.
And somewhere behind the wedding, the murder, and her second chance is a trust powerful enough to get them both killed.

When Elijah saw Alicia for the first time, he knew she was going to be the mother of his child; the sway of her hips drove him completely crazy. The mafia king urgently needed his queen, and that was going to be Alicia, so he made her a proposal she couldn't refuse.

Facing an economic crisis and her father's illness, Alicia accepted to be the wife and mother of Elijah Morgan's child, thus becoming the mafia queen.

David is a boy not like any other, born in a world where they're people who possess remarkable and unbelievable abilities. These people are called dragon warriors and are said to be part man part dragon. They may look human on the surface but they as so much more.

David is one of these dragon warriors, a wind dragon warrior to be precise, at least that's what he believes he is. You see he can't recall his past, doesn't know who he is or where he came from. He lived in a small village with Abari, the closest person he had to a mother. He lived with Abari for as long as he could remember but David always yearned to see the world that lay out the village, driven by a burning desire to know more about the world he lived in and himself.

And when the opportunity came knocking for David to explore the world beyond the small village he lived in, he took it but is he ready to face the true reality of who he is and the role he's meant to play in the world he was born in?

When evil lurks just beyond the sight of what he can see, will he be ready to face it as well as the truth of who he really is?

Read to find out

Oh and I'm planning on publishing this story on Royal Road too

You can check out the story on Royal Road here: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/475791/fictions