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"Daddy... so cold... and it hurts..." When my precious daughter Mia whispered these words in her weak voice, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
The life-saving medicine was just ten meters away, but that damned anti-magic barrier had become an insurmountable chasm between life and death.
What made me even more furious was that the vampire guarding the gate not only extorted my life savings, but also demanded I kneel like a dog and lick his boots before he would open the door.
He didn't know that if the door stayed closed, it wouldn't just be my daughter who died—his son and mother would perish too!

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

At the family banquet, a power-hungry male special assistant projected a dimly lit bed photo onto the massive screen. He claimed he had slept with my wife—the heiress to the family—and demanded I walk away from the marriage with nothing.
While all the relatives were waiting for me to become the laughingstock, my eyes landed on a red rose burn scar in the corner of the photo. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He hadn't even turned on the bedside lamp. He had no idea that the woman he had just slept with was actually the wife of a psychopathic serial killer.

Marilyn is a self made boss and a Baddie. She does not soften for anyone but she made an exception for her fiancé.
Until she found out her fiancé Tom was cheating on her. To make matter worse, he didn't feel remorse. He broke off the engagement and left her standing there like a fool.
She ends up at a hotel bar, where an arrogant stranger approaches her. He’s persistent, irritatingly sure of himself, and exactly the kind of man she doesn’t deal with. She dismisses him and leaves, refusing to give any man her time anymore.
The next day, she goes to her ex’s office with the intention of ruining his peace. Instead, she finds the man from the bar. His name is Dante. He is her ex’s boss.
Dante proposes an offer and she accepts when she realizes it would get her the revenge she wants on her ex and even more.
The arrangement is clear: No feelings attached.
But the longer they play the part, the more the line blur.

This is a story about control, ego, attraction, and what happens when two people who don’t surrender to anyone start wanting each other anyway.

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

The system made me an outcast live-in husband in a werewolf clan for three years. The mission reward: 80 billion dollars. Now there's only half a day left until retirement settlement.

The arrogant pure-blood Alpha wants to force me into a deadly full moon execution array, roaring for me to kneel and die.

I don't even lift an eyelid. Right at quitting time, I directly withdraw my soul, leaving the body to the original owner "Ancestor Wolf Emperor" to handle, while I return to my Manhattan penthouse, sink into the leather sofa, and start a holographic livestream.

"Enjoy your night shift, everyone." I take a light sip of hot coffee, coldly watching the screen as the Wolf Emperor crushes that pure-blood Alpha's spine into mush with one foot, shocking my mission wife and mother-in-law into idiots.

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

Framed for a crime she didn’t commit by the one person she trusted most — her best friend — Bella’s world crumbled the night her mate, Alpha Ethan, rejected her and cast her out of the pack. Heartbroken and alone, she thought her story had ended.

But fate had other plans.

When a rival pack takes her in, Bella’s hidden bloodline awakens — ancient, powerful, and destined for more than just survival. Now, she’s no longer the broken girl the Alpha abandoned... she’s the Luna their world never saw coming.

And when the past comes knocking, those who betrayed her will learn: the girl they threw away was born to rule.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

"Maybe," she whispered, refusing to look away, "I'm tired of being protected."
Something dangerous flashed across his face.
His forehead rested against hers, his eyes closing as if simply being this close required every ounce of his self-control.
"You have no idea," he breathed, "how difficult you make this."
She swallowed. "Then stop fighting it."
For one impossible second, it looked as though he would. Instead, Dorian exhaled a shaky laugh, stepped back, and opened the door.
"Get some sleep, Livvy."
She stared at him in disbelief. "That's it?"
A slow, devastating smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "If I kiss you tonight..." His gaze locked onto hers. "I won't stop at one."


Olivia "Livvy" Hart thought monsters only existed in stories.

By day, she serves coffee. By night, she works at one of the city's hottest underground clubs. Her biggest problems are rude customers and exhausting shifts until a demon tries to make her its next sacrifice.

Saved by the mysterious and infuriatingly secretive Dorian Vane, Livvy is thrust into a hidden world where vampires rule from the shadows, demons hunt the innocent, and magic has always been real. Worse, someone powerful wants her alive... and everyone seems willing to kill for her.

Forced into the protection of Dorian and his four brothers, Livvy discovers her family has been hiding dangerous secrets for generations. As she uncovers the truth behind her bloodline, she finds herself at the center of an ancient war, hunted by supernatural factions that believe she holds the key to changing their world forever.

Banished. Betrayed. Left for dead.
Adele is cast out of her coven and sent to the Isle of the Forgotten, a place spoken of in hushed fear and where no one sent there is ever seen again.
She expects to die, but what she finds is far more dangerous.
Deep in the shadowed woods, surrounded by an unforgiving sea, Adele is saved by something she never imagined. The forgotten didn’t perish. They survived, adapted, and are nothing like the monsters she was raised to fear.
Everything she’s ever been told is a lie.
Some of the banished crave revenge. Some seek redemption. And seven of them hope that she might be one of their mates.
As Adele begins to unravel the truth behind her exile, one thing becomes clear. The real threat was never the Isle.
It was the ones who put them there.
So what happens… when the banished bite back, but Adele finds a home she never expected with the seven men who took her in?

"Are you rejecting me? You know that if an Alpha and Beta reject a fated bond, we both die." My voice cracked, tears streaming down my face on my twenty-fifth birthday. Sam, my brother's Beta and the only man I’ve ever wanted, stood frozen in the kitchen. He gripped the counter until his knuckles turned white, refusing to look at me. "It’s not a rejection, Halley," he lied, his voice rough. "Because there is nothing to reject."
Liar. I could feel his wolf howling for mine. But the pack laws were absolute: An Alpha female cannot mate with a Beta. To admit our bond was a death sentence. To deny it was torture. He walked away, leaving me to be paraded in front of thirty hungry Alphas my father invited to "breed" me. He would rather watch me in the arms of strangers than break the law.


An old law claims alphas and betas are forbidden to be together, but what if fate deems you perfect? Halley, the daughter of the alpha, is fierce, loyal, and destined to obey the ancient laws that keep the packs in order. But one reckless night ten years ago in the woods changed everything. Her brother's best friend and future beta to the pack saves her and something unspoken sparks between them. Something forbidden. Now, at twenty-five, Halley is feeling the pull of a mate bond more than ever. Sam, her brother's best friend and now beta, is off-limits by every law that governs their world. Still her heart aches for him and her wolf demands answers. As tensions rise inside the pack and threats loom beyond it, Halley must choose. She can either defy the rules and risk war or they deny the bond and possibly die due to rejection.

“You are mine,” Riven growled, his hand tightening on the back of my neck.The cafeteria went dead silent. Everyone was watching—my sister, my best friend, even Marcus, the arrogant Alpha heir who thought he could claim me. But Riven didn’t care. He pulled me against his hard chest, his red-gold eyes burning with a possessiveness that should have terrified me.
“We’re mates, Callista. Deal with it.” He didn’t wait for my answer. He didn’t care that we were only sixteen, or that the bond wasn’t supposed to manifest for another two years. He just claimed me in front of the entire school. Marcus stepped forward, his face twisted in rage. “You can’t claim her. It’s against the rules!” Riven smirked, a dark, dangerous look that made my wolf howl in satisfaction. “Rules? I make the rules when it comes to her.”


Callista, the daughter of the Blood Moon Alpha, was born with the gift of prophecy. Pampered and protected, she has never known true danger. Not until one nightmare changes everything.
In her vision, her entire pack is slaughtered by a ruthless Alpha with power beyond imagination. She thinks it’s just a nightmare until she meets the son of the Shadowfang Alpha, Riven.
Riven is dangerous, arrogant, and everything she should hate, but something about him draws her in like no other.
Now Callista must navigate a shifting world of loyalties, forbidden attraction, and a prophecy that could demand her to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Her one true mate.

Valeria has spent years as a servant to the ruthless alpha family, trapped in a life of obedience and suffering. The only escape she knows comes in her dreams where she is free, loved, and a mysterious man holds her heart. But he isn't real.
Kendric is a lone alpha, unbound by any pack for reasons only a few know. When he and his friend are called to investigate the mistreatment of a pack member, he expects cruelty, but what he doesn't expect is her. The woman from his dreams standing right before him and within reach.
Their connection is undeniable and their bond is real. But breaking Valeria's chains won't be easy. The alpha family won't let go of their servant without a fight, and Kendric will have to unleash thebeast within to claim what is his.
Can Valeria find the strength to trust him? Or will the ghosts of their shared pasts keep her caged forever?
"No one will ever take you from me again."

In my last life, for the spy I executed, she framed me for treason and injected me with the zombie virus herself.

I died in a dungeon—by the hand of the one I trusted most.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back before it all began.

This time I didn’t interfere. I watched coldly as she got scratched, handed the only dose of serum to the spy, and as the gates swung open and he finally showed his true face.

At last she believed me, kneeling in the dirt, begging for forgiveness.

I looked into her eyes as they clouded over. “I warned you in my last life. You didn’t believe me.”

This life, every blade she wanted for me—lands on her instead.

Everyone said I’d traded five years of my youth and my unwavering devotion for an engagement that every woman envied.
My fiancé, Felix Smith, seemed to believe it, too. He gave me pearls, promised me a bright future, and wrapped me up in a web of tenderness, layer after layer.
Until that afternoon, when he held me close, yet used a language he thought I didn’t understand to weave the perfect "wedding" con over the phone.
That was the moment I finally realized: over these five years, who had he really been looking at through me? And every pearl he ever gave me, whose tastes was he remembering?
When the elevator failed and darkness crashed down, the person he protected on instinct wasn’t me.
When the wind howled across the empty outskirts, the person he chose to abandon was me.
I’d been learning how to love him, how to become a proper bride. In the end, what I learned was how to exit quietly, out of his world with Serena.
Only when I slipped off that pearl ring did I understand—
Some love stories, from the very beginning, are nothing but long letters written to someone else.

When the apocalypse struck, my brother Leo didn't hesitate to choose the offshore sanctuary.
In our past life, faced with a choice between a powerful inland warlord commanding a massive army and a leader clinging to a solitary island, Leo snatched up the first option.
But when a zombie horde overran the mainland and defenses collapsed, he fled to my island for refuge.
Jealous of how well I was surviving the end of the world, he and our parents knocked me unconscious in the dead of night and threw me into the ocean to drown.
Now that I've been reborn, Leo immediately took our parents to the maritime base, leaving the "dangerous" mainland to me.
He thinks the ocean is a natural barrier that guarantees his safety, that he can sit back and relax while the world burns.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
Zombies aren't just static, mindless walking dead—they evolve.
And when they do, that offshore sanctuary will become a floating hell with no way out.