2994 Book(s) Related to craving my mafia stepbrother

She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her life will change forever after encountering them in an alley at a crime scene. "If you run, the beast will catch you; if you stay, the beast will eat you." Will she have any choice?!

"Say it again," His hand travelled down to my belly, deliberate and sinful, threatening to touch places he shouldn't. "Tell me you still hate me."

"I hate you," my voice turned out weak, drowning by the desire that only him can give. "After tonight, I'll drag you to hell with me."

A sexy chuckle escaped from him as his tongue ran through my jaw. "Hell will be heaven as long as I'm with you."

Maeve Bloodmoon’s life was perfect—until a brutal purge under the Alpha King’s order turned her life upside down. With her family and whole pack dead by the hands of the man she trusted the most-—the King’s son—Maeve’s heart was crushed into pieces until it was nothing but speck of dust.

Years later, she returned. With a heart as hard as steel and a mind filled with revenge, Maeve infiltrated the palace. Hidden under a false name and an armor of a knight, she swore that every sword she yields will bring her to her goal: to avenge her pack, destroy everyone who ruined her bloodline, and usurp the throne.

But fate is never merciful. With her old lover and traitor being the high commander she needs to bow to, Maeve needs to make sure her mask won’t crack. Not when the strong bond that connects him to her refuses to die and threatens to shatter everything she has built.

Life was ordinary until fate intervened, thrusting me into a world I could never have imagined.

When my father tragically passed away, leaving me devastated and alone, the course of my existence took an unexpected turn.

At his funeral, I discovered a stunning secret: my grandmother was a powerful matriarch, the owner of the biggest hotel chains in the country.

In an instant, I went from struggling to make ends meet to becoming the sole heiress of an immense fortune.

It was then that I encountered those seven guys and my life began to shift in ways I could never have foreseen.

A whirlwind of new emotions and experiences that I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams.

As Steve’s lips brushed Jayme’s neck, he mumbled, “it’s driving me crazy being this close to you…” She could still feel the heat of his breath and every inch of the back of her neck felt like it was on fire.
After crushed by her husband's murder, Jayme suddenly found herself caught up in a killer's game. As Steve’s death brought more and more secrets to the surface, she felt like she didn’t know the man she married to at all. Two men stepped into her life after the tragedy, Steve and Rex, shinning new hope to her life. Little did she knew, these two men were not what they appear like, and they would change her life forever in a different way. The shadow of murder is chasing her nonstop, and she would try anything to survive with her unborn baby.

Christian Hall is a young science student who travels to Pennsylvania to visit his parents for the summer , without imagining that strange events in the city would lead him to meet a world he had only read in old and fanciful history books , in which he never believed . After being bitten by an unknown creature in the forest , he begins to feel changes he had never experienced , until he realizes that he has ceased to be human forever . Hiding his new identity will be a challenge as he struggles with an insatiable desire for fresh blood .

In the werewolf world, the mate bond is sacred and irreversible—or so everyone believes.
When Alpha King Darius Blackthorn finds his fated mate in Elowen Nightvale, an unclaimed, quiet she-wolf with hidden power, destiny seems fulfilled.
But fate makes a cruel mistake.
Because the woman Darius truly loved—Seraphine Mooncrest, his first love who vanished years ago and was presumed dead—returns.
And Darius chooses her.
Elowen is not rejected immediately. She is ignored, sidelined, emotionally abandoned, slowly crushed beneath the weight of being a mate who is no longer wanted.
Until she realizes something far more terrifying:
The Moon Goddess did not choose her by accident

Have you heard of them? The gruesome stories about the silent killers in the night, who approach their victims on inaudible steps to taste their blood? Or the beasts, which become giant wolves at a full moon and tear whole flocks of sheep in their greed? The knowledge about them is enough for one coin and almost nobody knows where they came from and why they could outlast the times until today. To understand a story, you have to know its origin. Thus begins the story of the emergence of the three clans; the vampires, the werewolves and the witches, who hand in hand create their common realm. And then she is born. On a stormy night Larissa sees the light of day, the only mixed creature of vampire and werewolf, equipped with the powers of a witch. Between the everyday madness, Larissa must not only keep her true form hidden, but also fight, because dark clouds have come up over the clans. More and more she becomes aware that the clan of witches, and thus their leader Claus, are playing a false game. Can Larissa, together with her family and friends, stop the conspiracy in time or has the threat already progressed too far? Immerse yourself in a dark world full of fantasy, tension and adventure, the search for great love, but also power games, betrayal, bitter setbacks and bitter disappointments.

Eliot and Revean must face the sins of their fathers and hope that at least one of them survives. Our parents decided our future long before we were born. We have no say in what happens now.
Well, she doesn't, because she's mine. I will make her pay for what was taken from me.
All her dreams of a normal life are about to vanish. Replaced by a nightmare from hell. Death might be her best option.
But I won't let that happen. I'll get my pound of flesh. I'll make her suffer.
I am the devil she thinks I am.
So why do I find myself starting to worry about her.

Captain Willow Ashford is a strong female lead. A detective with a past that explains her present. She is enlisted to solve a high-profile murder, that she doesn't want anything to do with...why? Because the victim is the ex-mate who used and then rejected her for another woman. However, the council elder of the Council Investigations Department, or C.I.D. says, her promotion to Commander is a sure thing if she can successfully solve the case. At hearing she will be promoted to the first female Commander of the C.I.D., she takes the case. When she goes to meet the suspect, life throws her another curveball. The suspect is her second chance mate, Alpha Royce Sinclair! She doesn't want to take the case, but she wants the promotion and now, she has a second chance mate and wants to help him clear his name. After using her abilities to see the inconsistencies of the crime scene and police report, she believes in her mate's innocence and wants the real murderer to be caught. Does Willow find out the truth behind the crime? Is the plot more devious than just framing her second chance mate? Will she be able to prove his innocence and bring the real killer to justice and expose the real motive behind the murder? Will Alpha Royce and Captain Willow Ashford get their happily ever after?

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

In my past life, when the apocalypse broke out, I braved the pressure and opened the fortress gates to take in my mother-in-law and brother-in-law, who had nowhere else to go.
They shoved my wife and me straight into a horde of zombies.
My wife and I were reborn seven days before the apocalypse. I turned my head and saw the same fear and coldness surging in her eyes as mine:
"This time, don't open the door."
"Never." I smiled coldly.
Not only would I keep the door shut—I would watch with my own eyes as those bloodsucking ingrates, who had drained me dry in my past life, were slowly devoured by hunger and despair right outside the gate.

At a lavish dinner, a billionaire with a net worth of four billion embraced my ex-wife and slapped five thousand yuan in my face: "Kneel down, kiss her shoes, and then get out of here."
The entire audience of celebrities burst into laughter, while the ex-wife's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Without even lifting my eyelids, I dialed a number in front of everyone: "I'm going to bankrupt one person. Execution level: nuclear bomb."
They laughed at me for pretending to be crazy.
Three minutes later, the entire nation was in an uproar. Four billion dollars in assets were frozen, the FBI broke down the door, and the once arrogant tycoon collapsed to the ground like a dog.
I endured for three years, just to save her grandfather's life. Since she's in such a hurry to break the contract, I don't need to pretend anymore.
This is not just a story about divorce; it's a countdown to the gods regaining control of the Book of Life and Death on Earth.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

On the execution platform, my noble and beautiful wife used her dagger to carve open my chest.
My nominal adopted son pressed a red-hot iron into my skin, branding me with the "F"-class mark of the lowest outcast, draining my transcendent bloodline dry.
"The Storm Kingdom has no use for a cripple with zero beast-spirit affinity. You belong rotting in the abyss!"
They cut the chains and kicked me into the Black Abyss—a place from which no one returns—then turned to carve up my throne.
They thought I was as good as dead.
They had no idea that the deepest darkness of that abyss harbored the most terrifying ancient demon in existence.
Two weeks later, as they raised their glasses to toast the new king's coronation, I kicked down the castle gates, wielding the ember-fire of annihilation and a tide of ten thousand beasts.
Looking down at the woman who once stood so high above me, now groveling in the mud and begging for mercy, I tossed the bloodstained broken blade onto the hem of her dress:
"Remember this forever—it was you who took a nobody you crushed beneath your feet and turned him into a king you'll kneel before and never win back. Now, hand over your lives."

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

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’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?

To annul the engagement, the aloof heiress of a wealthy family spent three years planning thirteen accidents to try and kill me.
Car accident, falling object, poisoning... I survived covered in blood, only to be met with her disgusted question: "How come you're still alive?"
She let her scheming childhood sweetheart crush my father's ashes, and even personally drained my last remaining blood to save me, all for her sweetheart's self-inflicted injury.
She thought I would be like a dog, clinging to her side forever without any boundaries.
Until that day, I calmly handed over the annulment agreement, clutching the diagnosis of late-stage brain cancer, and completely disappeared from her world.
Later, when she finally found out the truth, she searched the world frantically, only to find my emaciated, cold corpse.
That arrogant and haughty young lady has completely collapsed.
She personally sent her childhood sweetheart to hell, knelt before my body wearing a veil, and desperately raised a gun:
“Ivan, walk slowly on your way to the underworld... I’m giving my life for you.”

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.

With a gasp, I struggled for breath, my eyes springing open. My memory was a blur, the lingering sensation of suffocation haunting my thoughts. But now, as I surveyed my surroundings, all I could see were towering trees of a dense jungle and the mesmerizing twinkle of stars above.

The night sky held a breathtaking beauty, yet an underlying melancholy sent shivers down my spine. It was a sight unlike anything I had ever witnessed.

Trying to make sense of it all, I noticed something peculiar about my attire. I was clad in an exquisite gown, crafted from shimmering fabric. Its heart-shaped neckline accentuated my features, while a constricting belt embraced my waist. The billowing silk skirt trailed behind me with an ethereal grace. But what captured my attention were the radiant sparks emanating from the dress itself, or perhaps even from within me.

"Where am I?"


Crystal gasped in disbelief when she learned she was a fae. And worse yet, now that she had turned eighteen, she was required to attend Archaios Hellas Academy, a school for supernatural beings.

While she embraced her newfound identity, Crystal discovered she had not one, but two mates, the other being her twin flames who would do anything to protect her, to kill or die for her.

Just as she thought she had it all figured out, she found that her entire childhood memories were wiped out. Determined to find out what happened, Crystal embarks on a perilous journey. Will She be able to handle the dark forces that threaten her very existence?

All Iris ever wanted was to be free. She wasn't cut out for a life as a gang member, stealing from wealthy unsuspecting men.
Until she's caught.
Rafaelle Tommaso is a dangerous man who she made the mistake of stealing from, and she's going to pay for her crimes in his bed.
Six months in the mafia boss's bed... How bad could it be? Well, she's about to find out.

Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention. But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her. Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one. Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake. Her bid for survival is about to begin.

"Little bunny, little bunny. Wolf is HUNGRY!" The voice taunted me, followed by an evil cackle.
"Run, rabbit. RUN!" A monstrous bellow boomed through the night sky and crashed into my soul like a sledgehammer. I could feel a chill sweeping across my body and my heart pounding in my chest. The echoes of howls and laughter followed me from behind as I ran for my life.
Elisabeth's life had been harder than most since she was a child - a distant and often cruel mother and her never-ending cycle of addiction that had taken over her life. But on this fateful night, something far more sinister was lurking in the darkness, ready to take her away from it all.
Massive figures appeared out of nowhere, growling and taunting her. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out; before she knew it, she was waking up in a world where Viking werewolves ruled with mysterious faeries at their side.
Every five years, they traveled to the human realm, collecting ten girls for their mate run - and tonight, Elisabeth was one of them. With only a white dress and her bare feet, Elisabeth stood beside the other nine girls as the beasts prowled around them menacingly. A silver dagger pierced each of their wrists, signaling the start of the hunt!
"We honor the moon goddess; let your blood lead your mate to you!"

“Put them on.” I took the dress and the underwear, then I wanted to go back to the bathroom, but she stopped me. It felt like my heart stopped for a second when I heard her order. “Get dressed here. Let me see you.” I didn't get what she meant at first, but when she stared at me with impatience, I knew I must do what she said. I opened my robe and put it on the white sofa next to me. Holding the dress, I wanted to put it on when I heard her again. “Stop.” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. “Put the dress on the sofa for a second and stand straight.” I did what she said. I stood there completely naked. She examined me from head to toe with her eyes. The way she checked my naked body made me feel terrible. She moved my hair behind my shoulders, gently running her index finger over my chest, and her gaze stopped at my breasts. Then she continued the procedure. Her gaze slowly moved down between my legs, and she looked at it for a while. “Spread your legs, Alice.” She squatted down, and I closed my eyes when she moved to see me from closer. I only hoped that she wasn’t a lesbian or something, but finally she stood up with a satisfied smile. “Perfectly shaved. Men are like that. I’m sure my son will like that too. Your skin is nice and soft, and you are muscular, but not too much. You are perfect for my Gideon. Put the underwear on first, then the dress, Alice.” I had many things to say, but I swallowed them back. I just wanted to escape, and that was the place and time, when I swore to myself I will succeed one time.

Alice is an eighteen-year-old, beautiful figure skater. Her career is just about to climax when her cruel stepfather sells her to a wealthy family, the Sullivans, to become the wife of their youngest son. Alice assumes that there is a reason a handsome man wants to marry a strange girl, especially if the family is part of a well-known criminal organisation. Will she find the way to melt the ice cold hearts, to let her go? Or will she be able to escape before it’s too late?

The sweat shone in the dim light on Vincent’s back while his muscular body forced Lucy’s slender figure under him.

Lucy reached her climax twice already. Vincent felt exhausted, but he wanted to prove that he was worth being in her bed.

Their moans were even louder, just like the sound of their bodies met with each thrust when finally he saw her eyes rolling back and her body tensed under him.

He was just about to climax when Lucy started frowning as a familiar scent hit her nose. Her eyes widened in fear, then she desperately tried to push him off of her, but it was too late. 

The door swung open and the loud, furious growl made Vincent roll off of her, ending up on the floor, meeting his worst nightmare. 

The Alpha stood there himself.

Vincent couldn’t say a word. He heard Lucy’s yelling, while hitting him, falsely blaming him for raping her. But Lucy’s sudden turn couldn’t bother him, as the Alpha’s killer gaze feared him to death, and he just prayed to the Moon Goddess when the Alpha took his first step towards him.

Dr Asher Carter is the eccentric Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, who leaves his pack after his mate cheats and lies to him.

He lives in peace with the humans until Dr Olivia Flores, a vampire, starts to work with him.

Asher doesn’t like her first, but as they get closer, they fall in love. They live happily till Asher gets the bad news. His father passed away, leaving the pack without a leader.

What is more important? A peaceful life next to someone who we love, or our duty?

Get to know Jesse and Cathy's story. Even if you haven't read the first book, Origins, you can read this one. Of course, both stories and characters from Origins will appear and hopefully, like many others, you will be captivated by them.

“Cathy! Please leave!”
“I will..I just came up with one thing..when I was in my room. I thought of if I did something to you to make you angry..then I realized that maybe it’s not you, maybe it’s Argus.. James, what if you’re my mate and Argus knows about it and doesn’t like it. I thought about it for a while and I don’t want you as a mate, I want Mike..so if I reject you before I get my wolf, maybe the Moon Goddess will give me him instead..”
“Cathy stop!” I feel the panic rising inside me, what is she doing?
“No James, it’s perfect! Argus will be calm and kind again and I have a chance with Mike! She stands smiling with a straight back.”
“Cathy don’t..please stop!”
“I Cathy Wright, Daughter of Alpha Wright of the Great Falls pack reject you James Barrett,son of the late Alpha Barrett of the Sunset pack, heir to the same, as my destined mate chosen by the Moon Goddess. As I do so, I expect acceptance from you as soon as my wolf has matured.” She stands still with a satisfied smile and a shiny film on her eyes. I clench my jaws not to show how strongly I feel the pain in my chest or how Argus’ howls cut into my brain.
“See! All better!”
“Cathy..”
“Yes?”
“GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”

Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.

Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin.

Their Broken Doll series is a trilogy of reverse harem dark romance story that follows Erina and her descendants and the path from a slave to a Goddess.

"Everything here is at my command, including you." He said as he started to run his hands over my breasts.
"Tell me, are you already wet for me?"
"No."
"Then if I touch you here, won't it fill with juice? Are you ready for my cock to slide in?"
He whispered as his hand finally reached into my panties. He moved his fingers between my pussy lips. I let out a moan at the wonderful sensation...
"Shit, you're a slut, aren't you?" He whispered.

Lia
My life has never been perfect, but it used to be simple. That changed in the blink of an eye when my mother decided to move us to Riverside. It was supposed to be a new beginning for us, and it was. It just wasn't the one I expected. The simple life I knew before was no more. Rayan Riverside. The golden boy in town took one look at me and decided he hated me, turning everyone against me as he stood by and watched his minions turn my life into a living hell. I didn't know why he hated me, but little by little, as the torment progressed, I became a shadow of myself.
And things got worse when he found out that he was soon to be my stepbrother and I wasn't ready for that. But by the time he decided to change his mind, I was already too far along in my attempt at self-destruction. Because hatred like ours can only end in death.
Rayan
As soon as I learned of her existence, I hated her. Lia Stevens . Because of her, I lost the most important person in the world to me. Then, I knew what she represented. I let my hatred rule all our interactions from the beginning.
So I was surprised when I started to feel more than hate for her. As time goes on, I realize that I might need her more than I care to admit.

She is The Barbarian Alpha's daughter and mated to the dragon king. Only a couple of years ago, she was a weak, broken girl. Dragged into this world and forced to attend the Viking's mate hunt.

Searching for the little sister she didn't know she had, she encounters raw darkness.
Ancient Norse myths come alive, and a threat as old as the Norse Gods themselves lures forward creatures like Nidhogg, Huldra, and The Mare.

Still unmated, she avoids her mate to find her sister. After so many years, she's so near that it finally feels real. She had a sister; her mother's death whisper had been true. In her desperation to unite with her sister, she fails to protect herself from the lurking shadows, a choice that will be proven fatal.

I begged my mom for ten dollars, but she smashed my head with a frying pan instead.

The next day, my mother posted on a forum asking:
"Hi everyone. My eldest son lied about the end of the world just to get ten dollars. I want to ask, how can I sell him on the underground black market to pay off his younger brother's $20,000 debt?"

The moment I saw that post, any remaining love I had for them died instantly. I snapped my phone's SIM card in half.

What she didn’t know was that a world-ending acid flood would descend upon New York tomorrow.

I had begged so bitterly for that ten dollars just to trigger the Ten-Million-Fold Return System to build a three-billion-dollar Doomsday Ark.

Since she didn’t want it, I gave the throne of the Ark Queen to the female classmate who casually tossed me some charity.

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

When the apocalyptic red rain fell, my brother and I both awakened spatial abilities.

He awakened a space as vast as a mansion and was hailed by the entire family as their savior.

While I only awakened a "suitcase" and was ruthlessly drained of all my assets by my parents to support my brother, then kicked out of the house.

They mocked me cruelly: "We don't keep deadweights. Go wait for death in the 70-degree furnace outside!"

What they didn't know was that my brother's space had no preservation function—his stockpile of premium ingredients would soon rot into a pile of maggot-infested meat.

But my suitcase had upgrade attributes!

While they fought each other over a sip of putrid green water in the 200-degree hellscape,

I sat in the "Eden" I had created, watching herds of cattle and sheep, drinking ice-cold fresh milk.

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.

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

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

In my last life, my parents favored my younger brother. They promised him to the angel who would remain on the surface, and shoved me to an abyssal demon.
When the apocalypse came, the angel burned through her divine power and fell. I took my family in out of kindness, and they repaid me with a bowl of poisoned soup.
When I opened my eyes again, our whole family had reincarnated.
This time, my parents couldn’t wait to push my brother into the demon’s arms, dreaming of living off him inside the abyssal lair.
I watched them sign the shadow contract like they were grabbing a priceless treasure, then took the rejected holy-light angel without hesitation.
They had no idea the Abyss’s shelter is paid for in flesh and blood.
But an angel’s loyalty can raise an iron divine kingdom that never falls, even in this world-ending flood.

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."

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

I am a mermaid.

To walk toward him, I swallowed a dark potion, shedding my tail for a pair of legs.
Every step felt like treading on sharp blades, yet I endured it all willingly.
He took me in, promising to protect me for the rest of my life.

Then, his ex-lover returned.

She orchestrated one accident after another to frame me—a slashed costume, a staged fall down the stairs... And every single time, convenient "eyewitnesses" immediately pointed their fingers at me.

He believed them all.

Until a falling stage light crushed her legs.
He pinned me to the operating table, personally severed my legs, and transplanted them onto that woman.

What he didn't know was that anyone who walked on these legs would have to suffer the excruciating agony of stepping on knives.
He simply told me coldly: "You ruined her ability to dance, so you will pay with your legs."

That night, alone and broken, I wheeled myself to the beach.
Using only my bare hands, I crawled across the coarse sand, into the crashing waves, and returned to my true home.

——Leaving him to stare at the security monitors, watching helplessly as I sank into the dark sea, never to surface again.

In my last life, a friend I’d trusted for ten years drove a knife into my heart over a single biscuit. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn—right before the extreme freeze arrived.

He was convinced the apocalypse had come. He borrowed from loan sharks, rented a massive warehouse to hoard supplies, and even crowned himself king during the icebound period, killing without mercy.

But he didn’t know the truth:

This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.

While he taunted me like a madman, I didn’t expose him. I calmly requested thirty days of paid leave from my company.

This time, I’ll sit in a warm, climate-controlled room and watch—when the state machine restarts on day thirty—how he drops to his knees and sobs in despair.

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

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.

In a desolate coastal area in Northern Sweden, the cruise ship, Ocean Gala, is docked whilst carrying 1,800 asylum seekers. Far-right groups are gathering on the dock to protest against the floating refugee camp and as a brutal home invader begins to roam the area, the local Chief of Police calls upon a team of cadets from the newly established Scandinavian Academy of Criminal Profiling. This group is led by the aging detective, Conrad Løwe, but its most valuable asset – and biggest challenge – is Nadia Elmkvist. They meet Hampus Cedergren – a local police officer who most definitely does not welcome the group, particularly Nadia and her methods of interrogation.