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Terminal. One month, maybe less.
I folded the report and put it in my bag. The doctor asked if there was family I could call. I told him there wasn't.
My husband rang while I was crouched against the hospital wall, waiting for the pain to pass. I could hear waves behind his voice. He didn't ask what the doctor said. He wanted to know why his money hadn't come through yet. His first love needed it for her art show.
So I sent him all of it. My savings, and the last of what my mother left me. Ten years, settled in one transfer.
Then my legs went, and a pair of freezing hands caught me before I hit the ground.
The pain stopped the second he touched me.
"Your kind calls us reapers. Give me your soul, and I'll keep the pain off you until the end."
Weston took one look at him and decided I'd hired an actor to make him jealous.
He thinks I'm trying to win him back.

After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them.

She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend!

Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now?

Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome?

What exactly does he want from her?

...
No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free".

Ethan went quiet for a while.

I held my breath waiting for what his request might be.

If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now.

"You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes

"What?" I asked slowly.

" Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here".

Live here as in...? 

" Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. 

Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched.

" I want you to be with me! ".

She healed his nightmares. She didn't know he was already her patient.

After one reckless night, Lucy Lowe flees her boss Ethan Reid's bedroom at dawn—having crossed every professional line, using the clinical psychology skills she swore never to touch again to pull him back from a violent PTSD flashback. Shame and reason tell her: this was the one mistake that must end here.

Until that midnight hour.

When she logs into an encrypted platform as "Dr. Whisper," her anonymous therapist persona, her world collapses. On the other side of the screen is "Ranger"—the veteran she has treated for eight months, sharing his trauma and loneliness. His syntax, his breathing, the scars she once traced in the dark—all of it points to one man: Ethan Reid.

Now he stands before her, offering a mad solution: marriage. Not for love, but for survival. A contract to silence office gossip, to contain an unplanned pregnancy, to shield her from the storm of his world. Lucy signs with her secret intact, moves into his mansion, wears his ring, and pretends this is only a transaction.

But as the Milan Fashion Week spotlights rise, as her ex Quinn closes in with "evidence" about her mother's case, and as Dr. Chapman—the psychologist who falsified testimony—finally appears before her… Lucy must choose before everything crumbles: keep hiding behind the mask, or risk it all—including the heart she has not yet dared to name—to reclaim her truth?

On a rainy evening, Ophelia Taylor caught her husband Benjamin White cheating, shattering their marriage and her happy illusions completely. Plunged into despair, she found solace in Benjamin’s younger brother, William. Gentle and steady, William silently guarded her—bringing warm milk on sleepless nights, defending her from Benjamin’s coldness—slowly melting her broken heart. Unknowingly, both fell for each other, a forbidden affection blooming amid betrayal. Torn between her unfaithful husband and her off-limits brother-in-law, Ophelia stood at an emotional crossroads. Her reason screamed it was wrong, but her heart clung to William’s warmth. This tangled struggle of love and guilt had just begun.

"You shattered my heart into a million pieces, and now you're asking me to pick them up? You crushed my trust, and now you want me to hand it back to you? I'm still finding pieces of myself in the ruins you left behind. How can I give you another chance when I'm still rebuilding myself from the last one? I'd rather drown in my tears than drown in your love." Amy snapped at Ryan.
Cheated upon by her fiancee with her step sister, heartbroken Amy Carter found herself in a club where she drank herself into a stupor, leading to a one night stand with an unknown stranger. Pregnant and chased out of the house with nowhere to go, her life went downhill. Amy left the country to avoid further humiliation, promising to do just anything to nurture the kid in her stomach.
However, she came back with her twin after six years. Finally, Billionaire Redford who had been in search of her, his one next stand from years ago, saw his chance to be with her and claim his children.
Will Amy agree to the rekindling and find happiness from the one night of mistake and settle for the stranger she had one night stand with?
Or do you think her ex boyfriend will win her over again after betraying her with her step sister?

My boyfriend Tyler, his childhood sweetheart Chelsea, and I went on a road trip through the Australian Outback in the Northern Territory.

A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.

I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.

Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.

She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.

I was the only one who got out to help her.

Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.

I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.

After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.

The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.

My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.

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.

In the dim VIP massage room, I dragged my crippled right leg. Once a prima ballerina, I was now reduced to massaging clients just to survive.

Until I realized the man lying on the table was my so-called "penniless" boyfriend.

Right now, he was laughing and bragging to a friend. He had paid a top surgeon $300,000 to intentionally sever my Achilles tendon. As long as I remained a cripple, the national ballet championship would safely belong to his mistress.

For two whole years, he faked bankruptcy and crushing debt.

I gave up on my medical treatments and my ballet dreams, working two grueling jobs day and night just to support him.

But all of my suffering... was just to clear the obstacles for his lover.

My hands froze mid-air.

He had no idea that the disabled masseuse standing behind him in a mask was me.

That very night, I packed my only bag and boarded a red-eye flight out of the country.

Two years later. The International Ballet Finals.

The blinding spotlight hit the stage. I stepped out in my Black Swan tutu, letting the horrific surgical scars on my right leg be exposed to an audience of thousands.

As the heavy bass dropped, I leaped with absolute power, executed a flawless rapid pirouette, and landed perfectly.

In the VIP front row, my ex-boyfriend—who had long dropped his fake poverty to inherit his family’s billionaire empire—stumbled, knocking over his chair in absolute shock.

The moment the competition ended, he tore through the security line like a madman.

He fell to his knees at the edge of the stage. With bloodshot eyes, he reached out with a trembling hand, trying to touch my ankle.

"I'm so sorry... please, come home with me..."

I had escaped my arranged marriage after discovering my fiancé was cheating on me, and I had never imagined that I would end up pregnant from a one-night stand with a mysterious muscleman...

One cool night three months later...
I teased myself, my fingers soaked with excitement.
I was almost there - so close. A little more, a little harder...
Something made me open my eyes, some sixth sense that I was not alone. Just outside the door, a man's silhouette was visible.
I didn't shy away, nor did I cover myself, but stared into the man's amber eyes.
With a cry that was half pleasure, half humiliation, tears welled up in my eyes -
"Oh, God," I gasped, my body still convulsing in the aftershocks. "Oh, fuck. Who the hell are you?"

He walked closer to me, letting me see him clearly. How did my one-night stand get in my house?
"Come home with me, my pregnant runaway bride..."
What on earth is he talking about? My one-night stand is my cheating ex-fiancé?
Fuck! When his business rival Lucas launched a fierce pursuit of me, I found that he cheated on me again!
Let's see the billionaire's journey of chasing his wife.

“I don't care about getting married, all I want is you even if this is the first time you are seeing me. I have always loved you since when I can remember. Can't you please be my groom?"
She said and I almost burst out laughing.

This bitçh must be crazy. The sex was really great. She is really good in bed but I am no lady's groom. I'm a free bird and I will always be free...

Meet Lee Chun, the son of a billionaire, he is super handsome and oh yes! He is a sëx freak.
Lee Chun's many sexual exploits with the ladies has earned him then nickname Sëx God.
He is a real time player who doesn't believe in love....
Meet Ji-a, a beautiful bold orphan girl, who has no one but herself and her lovely heart.
What happens when these two very different souls meet? Find out in this blockbuster novel.

Five years, I bled for Dario. Took a bullet for him. Cleaned up his dirtiest books. Drank myself into the ER just to keep his bosses sweet.
Then he slid divorce papers across the table and told me to sign. His mistress was pregnant; the family needed a "proper" heir, and I was in the way. So I signed—and let him strip me of everything I'd built.
Three hours later, a rival crew ran his car off the bridge. He survived. But he will never father a child again.
Now he's pouring a fortune he can't spare into his mistress's baby, showing off his "heir" to every boss in New York. He thinks his bloodline is finally safe.
He has no idea whose child he's really raising. And I'm the only one who does.

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 front of me, Daniel kissed his childhood sweetheart.

He said he married me only for the benefits, without any feelings for me.

He even threatened me to give his sweetheart a heart transplant.

I agreed.

But after the transplant, he regretted it. I, however, smiled.

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

Tyson and Ace, twin hybrid brothers and direct descendants of the Moon Goddess, thought life couldn't get any more complicated than being raised by their older brother, the Alpha King. But when Ryker found his second chance mate, they learn she has a missing daughter. The twins help find her and bring her home. Only when they do, they can’t help but feel drawn to the young girl. And on their seventeenth birthday, they find out she is their mate. The girl they helped raise as their own brother’s step-daughter was to be theirs. Though Lucy was only twelve, they knew she would be a handful when she found out in the future. Lucy is no ordinary hybrid but a mutated version, like her mother, and there is just one problem. She has no wolf. The scientists who experimented on her as a child killed her wolf counterpart, leaving her more vampire than wolf. Now, not only do the twin brothers have to wait for her to grow up, but they also have to hope she recognizes them when she does.

Lucy has always been different. Being a mutation of her hybrid mother, raised by her stepfather, the Alpha King and his two younger twin brothers, her life was never easy. She spent the majority of her life in captivity before her mother and her mate rescued her from the facility and brought her home. Little does she know that the two young men who have always been by her side since childhood and helped raise her, are hiding a secret. She is their mate. What will happen when Lucy finds out that the twins are her mates and that they have known about it all along? Can she look at them as anything more than family?

The President’s daughter. Two professional athletes. One colossal scandal. They'll prove that two bad boys are better than one.

I despise arrogant bad boys, especially when they move in next door, loud and obnoxious. Even if they are muscular, tattooed, and dangerously attractive.

I’m the epitome of a good girl – successful, responsible, and intelligent. I have to be; the entire nation is watching.

I am the daughter of the President of the United States.

Dating one filthy, cocky, possessive football player would be a scandal of epic proportions.

Falling for TWO arrogant athletes during my father's re-election campaign?

That's a whole different level of trouble.

I’m in double the trouble.

When her mate, Rollins Lancaster, the star of the college hockey team and the alpha heir of Crescent Moon Pack publicly rejects her for the school’s golden cheerleader, the heartbreak was enough to destroy her wolf. But fate wasn’t done with Piper yet as that same night, she found herself in bed with Archie Quinn, Alpha heir of the Frostfang Pack and her second chance mate. As hockey rivalries between Rollins and Archie explode into off and on ice battles, secrets buried under years of silence start to surface. Piper was forced to choose between love and vengeance, but the deeper she digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes.

WARNING: This an extremely dark romance.


Shivers raced through my spine at the dark, heated stares from them —the brothers I was about to pledge my body to.
“Sweetheart, you need to know what you are getting into by joining the game,” Blue's voice startled me.
I gulped as my eyes went to Fred's. His mouth went up in a smirk as his dark eyes roamed through my body.
Desires and fear took hold of me as I glanced around their 'play house'
I know what I'm signing up for by consenting to be their toy. Yet, I willingly took that step, to freedom, desire, and, worst of all —pain.


As a journalist, Bella was determined to be the best. She was always taking jobs discarded or termed 'impossible' by others.
However, she doesn't know what she signed up for when she agrees to interview the Christophos brothers —wealthy men who live in a spooky old castle.
She thought it would be effortless despite the number of journalists who had failed to get any info on the brothers until she stepped foot into the compound.
Unknown to the unsuspecting woman, she was in for a ride of her life with brothers who might not be as human as they seem…
The game is about to begin... And it's the survival of the fittest...

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.”

Everyone in the New York mafia world knew that Ethan Leone, the Don of the Leone family, was obsessed with his wife.
And I was his legally wedded Donna.
But the moment I pushed open the doors to the nightclub with my pregnancy report in hand.
I saw my husband’s hand resting on his stepmother Serena’s swollen belly.
The report slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor.
Serena glanced at it without the slightest concern.
Then she smiled.
“You can’t have children anyway. Once the baby’s born, you can raise it.”
That was the moment I decided to divorce him.
But later, while Ethan was away, she shoved me from behind at the top of the staircase inside the family mansion.
I tumbled down the stairs.
Blood poured between my legs.
Ethan rushed over.
He saw it.
He saw the blood.
But in the end, he chose to pick Serena up and run out the door without looking back.
I lay in a pool of blood, pulled out my phone, and called my family lawyer.
“The money my family loaned the Leone family three years ago…”
“Prepare a demand notice.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Diana… if you take that money back, the Leone family will go bankrupt.”
I stared blankly at the ceiling and wiped away my tears.
“I know.”

"I have no husband. And my son has no father. To me, Alpha Kael died five years ago."

Five years ago, Selene was cast out of the Silver Moon Pack while she was pregnant. She was shamed as a traitor, and left to die in a storm by her own husband, Alpha Kael. He chose to believe a vicious lie over the woman who was his mate.

Selene did not die, though. She survived in exile, raising Leo, a child with forbidden powers strong enough to shake the earth. Selene swore she would never return, until fate brought them together again in a deadly confrontation.

Now, Kael kneels at her feet, begging for forgiveness as he looks at the son whose face mirrors his own. The once cold and cruel Alpha is now willing to lose his throne and his life to win back the family he cast away.

But Selene’s heart is tightly closed. She has returned not for love, but to take revenge on everyone who ever destroyed her.

As the secret of the "Golden Heir" begins to come to light, will Kael manage to atone for his sins? Or is his betrayal too deep to be forgiven?

My name is Lucas Moretti.

I was a demon abandoned by my own parents from the moment I was born because of the horns growing from my head.

Fortunately, my grandfather loved me. I spent eighteen years living with him in the countryside, where he raised me as his own.

People often whispered behind my back, calling me a demon. But I never truly cared, because my grandfather always told me that I wasn’t one.

Until the day my grandfather mysteriously died in Harmony City.

The villagers claimed I was the source of evil—that I was the reason my grandfather died.

That was when I lost my temper.

The power of Pan hidden within my bloodline erupted in an instant. If it hadn’t been for Michael Jenkins holding me back, I might have slaughtered everyone in the village.

After I finally regained control, I set out for Harmony City to confront my parents and uncover the truth behind my grandfather’s death.

But on the very first day I returned home, I felt nothing but disgust.

I always knew my parents were cold-blooded.

But I never imagined they could be this cruel...

Jennifer unexpectedly awakens a mysterious ability—she can peek into people’s secrets and glimpse their futures. After transferring to a new class, she curiously explores her classmates’ hidden truths… only to see the tragic ends awaiting them.

But she doesn’t know that her classmates can hear her thoughts! And the moment they learn their fates, the wheels of destiny begin to turn…

Jennifer wants to help them, but she realizes something shocking before she can act—everyone’s fate has already changed. And somehow, all of it seems to be tied to her thoughts!

Who is controlling fate? Is her newfound power a gift from the heavens, or the start of something far more sinister?

Five years ago, Emma Holloway made the cruelest choice of her life—breaking the heart of the only man who ever truly loved her. She let him walk away without knowing the truth. Now? She’s broke, desperate, and hiding behind a fake name just to land a job.

Only it’s not just any job. It’s at Harrington Enterprises.

And her new boss?
Cole Harrington. The man she pushed away. The man who built an empire… and never forgot the woman who betrayed him.

Cole is colder now. Powerful, unreadable, and engaged to someone else. But when he sees her again—“Emily Grace,” as she now calls herself—he plays along. Smiling in public. Testing her in private. Pushing boundaries she’s too vulnerable to defend.

She needs the paycheck. He wants answers.
But neither of them are prepared for what happens when secrets start unraveling, and emotions long buried come roaring back.

Because Cole isn’t just back for business.

He’s back for closure.
Or revenge.
And maybe... her heart.

A blizzard night. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and my legs had already lost all feeling.

With purple, cracked fingers, I dialed my fiancé, Silas.

Through the phone came the cozy crackle of a fireplace, and the sweet giggles of the fake heiress, Stella.

"Silas... save me... Route 82..." I gasped, my voice fading.

"Harper, this jealousy game makes me sick," he snapped. "Stella only sat in your passenger seat, and you play disappear? Go freeze to death out there. Don't bother us!"

Beep.

He hung up. Followed by a ruthless block.

He didn't know it wasn't a stunt for attention. It was my last SOS in this world.

When my body was dug out of the snowdrifts, frozen stiff along with the cheap engagement ring he bought on a whim, that arrogant man dropped to his knees on the icy morgue floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Too bad, I could never see it again.

“Sign the contract. Be my incubator. And I will let you live.”
That was the deal I made with the tyrant named Damon Lexton.
I was his medicine. His prisoner. He did not love me—only the rare blood in my veins that kept him alive. When I died in the fire, he did not mourn his wife. He mourned the loss of his cure.
Five years later, I returned from the dead with a new face and a heart of stone, ready to watch him suffer.
Then my five-year-old son walked into his office.
“Hey, Old Man. Are you the one who made my mom cry?”
Damon stared at the child—the son he once called a bastard. For the first time, the tyrant fell to his knees.
He cornered me against the wall, his eyes burning with madness and obsession.
“You can run, Anna. But you and our son belong to me. I used to need your blood to live. Now I need your heartbeat to breathe.”

I have a cursed gift—
I can hear the voices of antiques.
A blackened silver spoon screams.
A rusted pocket watch groans.
And at London’s most exclusive blind auction, when that so-called million-pound royal jewelry box encrusted with rubies and sapphires was rolled onto the stage, my mind went completely silent.
Those dozens of dazzling gemstones were all fake glass that could not speak.
Instead, from a brass compartment hidden in the very bottom of the box came an agonized roar:
“Get me out of here… now…”
I smiled.
Europe’s number-one appraiser?
Today I’d show him what it really meant to listen to all things.

"Kiss it for me, sister…"
I had no idea the milk I drank every night was handmade by my foster brother, Luciano.
After I turned down his confession yet again, I stared at the milk he’d brought me so eagerly and knocked it to the floor in disgust.
The boy who’d always been quiet and obedient suddenly snapped.
He pinned me flat to the ground, his face inches from mine, his breath brushing my ear:"I get it. You want to drink fresher milk, don’t you?"
I never imagined the boy I’d raised all these years could spiral this far out of control with his twisted feelings for me.
So the very next day, I put him behind bars with my own two hands, determined to put an end to this messed-up obsession for good.

Aria Graves was the perfect Luna.
After seven years of a marriage built on lies, She didn't break when the truth surfaced—she burned. Her revenge was clean and her rejection final. 
But fate wasn't done with her.
To protect his own secrets, her father used her mother's life as leverage and forced Aria to take her sister's place, sending her to the Silverfang Pack as a living offering to their ruthless Alpha King, Damien Rothwell.
Cold, commanding, and scarred by war, Damien should have killed her. Instead, he claimed her.
Yet the King is not the only one who wants her.
His half-brother, Ethan Rothwell, once the blind boy Aria taught to read, now returns a man who sees her more clearly than anyone else.
Now Aria stands between two brothers—one bound by duty, the other by love.
In a world where loyalty bleeds and desire burns, she must choose: the Alpha King who could ruin her, or the brother who would burn the world to save her.

I am Rhea Winterbourne, Princess of Winterbourne Duchy, destined to become the bride of the tyrannical prince of the Ironfang Federation. But at the engagement ceremony, when he forcibly marked me with his Alpha pheromones, I made the craziest decision of my life—I ran away from the wedding.

To evade capture, I cut my golden hair short, concealed my gender, and infiltrated the military academy Zenith University under the identity of a commoner boy named "Ray Winters." I told myself that if I could just endure four years, I would gain enough power to protect myself.

But fate played a cruel joke by making me encounter them—

Commander Kyle Strike, the cold and ruthless tactical instructor. He cornered me against the wall in his office, his voice low and dangerous: "You're trembling, Winters. Is it because I'm too close?" His wolf recognized me as his fated mate, yet he couldn't understand why he felt such a fatal attraction to a "male student." "Tell me," he leaned close to my ear, "why does your scent make my rationality crumble?"

Jax Wilde, the wild and untamed genius warrior. In the soul-bond dream bestowed by the Moon Goddess, he kissed every corner of my lips, his voice husky: "You're mine, even though I don't know your name." In reality, when our lips accidentally brushed, he seized my wrist forcefully, his amber eyes burning with beast-like possessiveness: "This feeling... exactly like in the dream. Ray, tell me, who exactly are you?"

Two Alphas, two fated bonds, one deadly secret. When the truth is revealed, will I lose everything, or gain eternity?

Ella was mocked by the Alpha she had loved for ten years. In a fit of revenge, she got drunk and ended up spending the night with the most powerful Alpha...
As she becomes the Luna of the strongest pack, she faces the biggest decision of her life!
Oliver, the Alpha, has secretly loved her for ten years, and Jackson, the Alpha she once loved, also wants to win her heart.
Will these proud Alphas all bow at her feet? How should she choose?

Camilla Stewart never thought that it would be a disastrous one-night stand for her. Her virginity was forcibly snatched away by Tristan Drayson, a heartbroken billionaire CEO who was betrayed by his fiance, the Japanese model Ayana.
Tristan tries to make amends by paying Camilla as much money as she wants. The condition was that Camilla had to leave New York as soon as possible.
"Mr. Tristan! I beg of you, I-I need the money right now. You tell me anything this time I won't refuse, as long as you give me the money you promised."
"Really? You're not going back on your word again?" Tristan challenges Camilla. Camilla lowered her head and nodded slowly, with the burden of shame already mounting.
"Then serve me one more time tonight. If you can satisfy me tonight, I'll pay you double the amount I promised."
How will Camilla handle her accidental pregnancy after signing the contract with Tristan? The presence of billionaire heir William is saving her but Tristan’s show-up make their triangle love more complicated than expected.
How will Camilla choose between her entangled relationship with two billionaires?

When the Tide Took Him — A Romantic Suspense Novel
Four years ago, on a fogchoked night in coastal Maine, Silas Ward vanished without a trace. The town moved on. The police closed the case. But Eveline Shore never stopped searching—or feeling the echo of the boy she once loved whispering, “Eve, I’ll always find you.”
When Eveline discovers a torn page from Silas’s notebook hidden inside the abandoned lighthouse—written in his unmistakable handwriting—everything she believed shatters. The message warns that she “wasn’t alone” the night he vanished…and that someone has been watching her ever since.
Determined to uncover the truth, Eveline is drawn into a dangerous web involving Silas’s best friend, Jonas, whose guilt and evasiveness suggest he knows far more than he’s willing to admit. And when a mysterious man named Rowan arrives—someone who knows Eveline’s name, her past, and the night Silas disappeared—the pieces begin to fall into place in the most terrifying way.
Silas didn’t vanish by accident.
He was taken.
And the person who pushed him off the cliffs that night wasn’t after him.
They were after her.
As Eveline uncovers the chilling truth and the secrets Silas died to protect, she realizes he survived the fall—not to save himself, but to keep her alive. Their longawaited reunion becomes a heartbreaking confrontation with betrayal, sacrifice, and the dangerous legacy she never knew she carried.
Set against the haunting backdrop of early2000s coastal Maine, When the Tide Took Him blends deep emotional romance with escalating mystery and suspense.
A story for readers who crave love that endures, secrets that haunt, and endings powerful enough to stay with them long after the final page.

[Warning: 18+ | Mature content with explicit scenes, abuse, non-consensual acts, and dark themes. Reader discretion advised.]
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"Rip off those clothes and crawl like the filthy slave you are—dignity died the moment you became mine."_Lucian de Gaull

Her father destroyed his kingdom. Now, she belongs to him.

Ten years ago, Princess Elena stood above all—beautiful, noble, untouchable.
Ten years ago, Prince Lucian watched everything he loved burn—his kingdom, his family… his soul.

Now, he’s back. As a king. As a conqueror.
And he’s claimed Elena as the prize of war—his slave, his toy, his revenge.

“You’ll never have my heart,” she hissed.
“I don’t want your heart,” he smirked, “I just want to break it.”

But when hate turns into hunger, and punishment becomes pleasure, both will question everything.
She was supposed to suffer.
He was supposed to win.
Neither expected to fall.

Word spreads all across the underworld, a running joke everyone whispers: Wanna take down Don Dante?
Don’t waste your time digging up dirt on him—come straight for me instead. But good luck pulling it off.
First you’d have to cut through three layers of snipers posted at my side, blast your way past five full squads of close-quarters bodyguards, and dodge the armed attack helicopter circling overhead 24/7.
Once, I only got a tiny bug bite from a mosquito. That very night, three district capos vanished off the face of the earth without a trace.
And yet this man who’d burn the whole world down to keep me safe shoved me away on our wedding night.
He brought another woman into our elaborately decorated bridal suite and spent the whole night tangled up with her.
For every single minute they spent tangled together inside, I slammed my fists against that door right outside.
I stared at that face etched deep into my bones, watched him speak words that sounded totally foreign, hold another woman close—and I couldn’t wrap my head around any of it.
Where’d the man who once jumped in front of a bullet to shield me go?

I’m Molly Johnson. At my own engagement party, I witnessed my fiancé’s betrayal with my stepsister right before my eyes. Devastated, I turned around and married Edward Howard—a wealthy heir rumored to be terminally ill, with not much time left to live.
Everyone laughed, saying I was in a hurry to become a widow. But little did they know, I leaned close to his ear, my breath warm and teasing: “Since you don’t have much time left, why not play a little game with me?”
I flirted with him, tempted him, watched as his indifference slowly melted into a blush at the tips of his ears.
Until one day, he cornered me against the wall, his eyes burning with longing. “Molly… tease me again. Please.”

I loved him for ten years. I was his wife for three.
He knew every sound I made in his bed. He never knew why I flinched at the smell of almonds.
He relied on the life I built around him. He never knew I spent six years teaching orphaned kids to bake. I never told him—because he never asked.
I left quietly. No cheating. No screaming. Just three years of him not loving me.
Now I'm running my own bakery in Brooklyn. And he's found me—with his money, his power, his everything except the one thing I ever wanted.
He only started looking when I was already gone.
And I'm tired of loving a man who needed me to leave before he could see me.

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

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

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

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

The Ledger He Left Behind

My father's death was ruled an accident. I know better… because someone left a note in his coat pocket that isn't in his handwriting, warning me not to call the police.

Six years of memories, and I never knew he was hiding a second identity, a locked room, and a photograph of me as a child with a stranger's writing on the back. The address on that note leads me somewhere I never should have gone: into the private world of Dante Marchetti, heir to a crime empire I didn't know existed until it swallowed my father whole.

He offers me a deal. His protection, his resources, his help finding the truth… in exchange for stepping into his world as both ally and suspect. I say yes, because I have nothing left to lose.

What I don't know yet: he already knew my name before I said it. Someone has been watching over me for years, quietly erasing every danger before I ever saw it coming. And the closer I get to my father's killer, the more I realize the person I've been taught to fear might be the only one standing between me and the truth… while the one I trust most is the one who buried it.

Every ledger tells a story. My father's is written in blood, and I'm the last page left to read.

"That was my cousin. Old family thing. It's nothing."
Cousin. Nine years of her life, and she was his cousin.


I gave him nine years.
Nine years of stretching every coin, raising our son alone, sleeping on my side of the bed because I could not bring myself to take his.
Nine years of telling Dave his father was working hard so they could have a better life. I believed it myself.
Until I saw him on a public street with his hand on another woman’s waist, looking at her the way I spent nine years waiting for him to look at me. When he crossed the pavement it was not to apologise. It was to tell me she was his wife. Six months married.
He told me to keep things calm, walked back to her, and introduced me as his cousin.
The divorce papers came that same night.
I needed a job immediately. For my son. For the bills that would not wait for me to finish falling apart. So I pulled myself together the way I always do and kept moving.
I did not expect Mac Harlow. I did not expect him to run three blocks to return my dropped folder or offer me a job despite his sister’s calls to have me removed.
I did not expect his daughter to find my son within ten minutes and decide they were already family. I did not expect to discover that the man I was starting to trust was connected to everything I was trying to leave behind.
He did not know. I believe that.
But Marshall knows now that someone else sees what he threw away. And he wants it back. He is nine years too late. Mac is looking at me like I am worth staying for. Not fixing. Not managing. Staying for. I spent nine years being someone’s afterthought. Never again.

BLURB

She was his destined mate, his forbidden love, and the mother of a legacy they tried to kill.

When Adelina McKenna steps into the glittering world of werewolf billionaires, she expects answers but what she gets is betrayal. Rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Daxon Reyes, and cast out by the powerful Silver Fang Council, she's left to fend for herself in a world that sees her as nothing more than a mistake.

But Adelina is no mistake. Carrying a child marked by ancient power and driven by blood-deep rage, she forges her own path through the wilderness of betrayal, vengeance, and forgotten magic.

As Alpha Dax faces the crumbling of everything he once held sacred, he must decide whether redemption is possible or whether he’s already lost the only future worth fighting for.

In a war of blood and legacy, one howl will shatter tradition. But destiny... reborn.

“When I see something I want, I go after it,” he replied, his gaze locking onto mine.
“And what happens if you don’t get it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
His smirk faded, replaced by a seriousness that sent my heart racing. “I’ve never had to find out.”
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Aiden Cole has it all, power, wealth, and control... except the one woman he can't have-Lily Monroe, a fierce and independent artist.
She's everything he's never had: raw, unguarded, and unapologetically herself. But there's one problem—Lily refuses to be another one of his conquests.
As their worlds collide, passion ignites, but so does danger.
In a battle between control and surrender, love and obsession, can Aiden prove that his feelings for Lily are real? Or will the price of their passion be more than either of them can afford?

In this steamy, high-stakes romance, no one wins without risking everything.

She only wanted one reckless night to escape the grief that haunted her—but she never expected it to come with consequences that would shatter her world.

Architect Isla Cole thought a fleeting encounter with a stranger could numb the pain of losing her father. What she didn’t count on was waking up to discover he wasn’t just any stranger—he was Ellis Kennedy, the enigmatic billionaire who had just acquired her firm. Charming, infuriating, and dangerously alluring, Ellis is everything Isla should resist. But the spark between them refuses to be ignored, igniting a chemistry that’s both thrilling and perilous.

As Isla navigates boardrooms and blueprints, she begins to uncover the cracks in Ellis’s polished empire—and in her own past. A decade-old secret emerges: her father’s death wasn’t an accident, and the man she’s drawn to may be at the center of a cover-up powerful enough to destroy them both. Every stolen touch, every shared glance, pulls Isla deeper into a web of passion and betrayal where trust is a luxury she can’t afford.

Now, caught between desire and danger, Isla must decide if love can survive the lies—or if giving her heart to the man who holds the truth will be the choice that buries her forever.
In a city where ambition is ruthless and secrets are currency, Isla and Ellis must confront the past, navigate the present, and decide if the foundation of their hearts can withstand a truth built on blood and betrayal. One reckless night could change everything—or destroy them both.

At our engagement party, my fiancé's first love confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone.
Without a second thought, he shoved me aside and ran after her, leaving me to be hit by a car.
While I was in the hospital, he brought her into our home and forced me to eat food I was allergic to.
Most absurd of all, he personally sent me to the operating table so I could give her my kidney.
She tortured my cat to death, and all he said was, "It was just a cat."
The day I decided to leave the country, he thought I had died in a plane crash. Then he got into a car accident and lost his memory, remembering only the version of us at eighteen—when we were in love.
Too bad some scars never fade.

I always thought Arthur's surgical hands were a gift from God.

When my sister Emily was crushed in a car crash, he spent ten grueling hours in the OR. He emerged exhausted, eyes red, and pulled me tight. "I'm sorry, Anna. I tried everything," he whispered. "But her heart... it can still save someone else."

I believed him. God help me, I even thanked him.

A year later, I cracked his locked safe and found a black flash drive.

The security footage showed my husband hovering over Emily's ICU bed. He didn't call for help. He didn't try to save her. He just watched her oxygen drop, then calmly reached out and yanked her breathing tube.

One room over, his first love was waiting for a heart transplant.

Just like that, my world vanished. My husband wasn't a savior in a white coat. He was an executioner.

I died on that operating table.

Arthur cut my five-year-old son Leo open and took his kidneys to save his bastard kid. Leo died. I died. They threw us out like garbage in the snow.

But I came back.

Back to that same rainy night. This time when Arthur tried stealing Leo's life-saving medicine for that bitch Lily, I slapped her face to pieces.

Outside the OR, Arthur shoved donation papers at me. I laughed and dialed a number I'd buried five years ago.

"Viktor? Your sister needs a favor. Bring your guns."

Explosions echoed through the hospital as my brother walked through the smoke.

"Nobody touches my nephew." His gun pressed against Arthur's forehead.

Arthur was scared shitless: "Jesus Christ... you're a Rockwell?!"

Too bad he figured it out too late.

A glass of drugged water left me completely naked on a hotel bed.

The task in the notebook was to accompany a stranger for three months, or else my nude photos would be exposed to everyone.

I had no choice but to agree and sacrifice my first time.

That night was extremely painful!

Because I was still a virgin, when his strong body pressed down on me, all I could do was grip the bedsheets tightly.

My inexperience made the man frown; "Emily, you slut, why are you suddenly so tight?"

He had mistaken me for someone else. Clearly, the woman named Emily was not a virgin. I couldn't reveal that it was my first time, so I bit my lip and endured the pain as best as I could. It hurt so much!

"Does it feel good, woman?" The man smirked at me, "You just moaned, you know. At least you've made some progress tonight."

Oh my God, did I really moan?

Alison felt unbearable shyness, closing her eyes tightly, desperately hoping for everything to end soon...

It's supposed to be our last class trip before graduation. The bus loses control on a mountain road and goes over the edge.

I think we're all going to die.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in a classroom that looks like it's been rotting for decades.

A system alert blares through my skull:

【Welcome to Ravenwood High. Unnameable creatures roam the campus. Survive 7 days. Uncover the truth behind the campus Boss's death. Every player who dies adds $800,000 to the prize pool. Make it out, and the money is yours.】

Everyone loses it. Screaming, crying, total chaos. The first thing Brett does is shove me toward the door to check the hallway. Because of course he does. I'm the class punching bag. The girl nobody would miss.

Everyone assumes I'll be the first to die.

What nobody sees is the smile pulling at the corner of my mouth as I stand at that door, staring at whatever is writhing in the shadows of the hallway.

For three years, she was the invisible wife in a marriage of convenience, her quiet love met only with his cold indifference. Now, with her departure date set, the photos of him with his true love are the final proof she needs to walk away forever.

Her bags are packed, her future is hers alone. She plans to vanish without a trace, leaving behind only a signed divorce paper.

He never saw her—until he found her closet empty and his world unraveling. The man who took her for granted is now in a desperate race against time, tormented by a single question: Can he undo his greatest mistake, or has he already lost the one person who truly mattered?