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Celia Hale married Kent Grant because two families decided their futures over a dinner table before she was old enough to object. She spent four years being the perfect wife — brilliant, composed, invisible in all the ways that mattered — while her husband built his empire on her family's patents and her silence.

She is done being silent.

The divorce is coming. She has chosen the moment with the precision of someone who spent four years learning exactly where to press. She is going to wait until Kent's IPO reaches its peak, until the cameras are on and the champagne is poured and he is standing at the absolute height of everything she helped him build —

And then she is going to hand him the papers.

But first, she needs somewhere to think. Somewhere he will never look for her.

The fifty-sixth floor of Apex Tower is not what she expected. The rent is one dollar a month. The view is unreasonable. And the landlord is a man she has never heard of — quiet, precise, always in black, always in white gloves, and always, somehow, already in the room before she notices him.

She does not know who he is yet.

She will.

Because the moment she moves into that apartment, things begin to shift in ways she cannot explain. She notices him before she means to. She listens for him in the hallway without deciding to. She catches herself wondering what he thinks of things she has never needed anyone's opinion on before.

And her husband, who has never once looked nervous in four years of marriage, starts watching her the way people watch things they are about to lose.

She tells herself this is what winning looks like.

She is not wrong.

But she is not prepared for what happens when the man on the fifty-sixth floor looks at her the way her husband never did — like she is the only thing in the room worth his attention, and he has all the time in the world to prove it.

She came here to finish what she started.

She is going to fall in love with him instead.

Detective Iris Hale has spent twelve years building an impeccable reputation—logical, relentless, untouchable. In a city where most cases involve infidelity and insurance fraud, she's the department's rising star, poised for promotion to Homicide Chief. Then the "Reaper Murders" shatter her carefully constructed world.
Seventeen bodies in three months. Each victim carved with an elegant "R" mark post-mortem, their faces frozen in expressions of euphoric terror. No DNA. No witnesses. No pattern—except the killer's obsession with perfection. The city spirals into paranoia, and the department hands Iris an ultimatum: catch the Reaper or watch her career burn.
But when Iris discovers a mark identical to the victims' carved into her own childhood diary—dated fifteen years ago—the investigation becomes horrifyingly personal. Someone has been watching her since she was seventeen. Someone who knows the darkest secret she's buried: the night she accidentally killed her abusive stepfather and made it look like suicide.
Enter Dr. Ronan Ashford, the enigmatic forensic psychologist assigned to her task force. Brilliant, unsettling, and possessing an uncanny ability to predict the killer's next move, Ronan becomes Iris's only anchor in the chaos. He sees past her professional armor to the guilt she's weaponized into ambition. Their intellectual chemistry ignites into something dangerous, something neither can afford—especially when Iris begins noticing that Ronan's theoretical profiles feel less like deduction and more like confession.
As bodies pile up and the Reaper's messages grow intimate—notes addressing her by childhood nickname, crime scenes staged at locations from her past—Iris faces an impossible truth: the killer isn't just obsessed with her. He's been crafting her into his masterpiece for over a decade. Every case she's solved, every criminal she's caught, every moral compromise she's made—all calculated steps in his grand design.

I was born the Vampire King’s daughter and became the kingdom’s greatest young athlete, until my stepsister stole my power and framed me for attacking her. My father believed her and banished me from the kingdom. Then I met the Werewolf Prince everyone had forgotten, a prince cast aside because his own power never awakened. We were both supposed to stay powerless, but together, something changed. Now our powers are returning, our enemies are getting nervous, and we are ready to take back everything they stole from us.

She planned to give her virginity to her boyfriend.
Instead, she gave it to his best friend.
In the darkness, one mistake changes everything.
Now bound by a secret they swore to bury, Veda and Winslow must pretend nothing happened…
But some nights refuse to be forgotten.
And some feelings? Impossible to ignore.

After the crash, everyone told Mara Ellis to be grateful her husband survived.

Evan Vale came home breathing, walking, smiling when people told him to smile. But the man in her kitchen no longer cared about the tiny rules that had once held his brilliant mind together: the blue mug facing east, the dry workbench, the exact order of every file name. His stepmother called it healing. His half brother called it a second chance.

Mara called it a warning.

When Evan's family moves to take his company, his money, and his legal voice, Mara discovers the real Evan saw the attack coming. He left her a trail hidden inside the ordinary life they built together. To save what remains of him, she will have to stop begging people to believe her and become the one person his enemies forgot to fear.

"Thanksgiving's at Garrett's new place this year!"

My sister Paisley dropped a location pin in the family group chat, followed by a string of party emojis. My fiancé, Garrett, ran a real estate company, and the pin pointed to a model home they'd just finished building.

That evening, I grabbed a pumpkin pie fresh out of the oven and caught a rideshare to the address. When we got there, the driver let me out and drove off.

But there was no house in front of me. Just a ring of chain-link fence around an abandoned foundation overgrown with weeds.

On my phone, Paisley had her livestream camera shoved right in her grinning face. She'd built a following of a few hundred thousand off prank videos.

"Look, you guys, my sister fell for it again!"

The camera swung around. My parents were cracking up and pounding the table. Mom wiped tears from her eyes. "How is she this gullible? Where does she even get it from?"

I called Garrett. He was my last hope.

"Elise, your parents say you're on your own getting home." He sounded bored. "We've done this a million times. Don't be such a sore loser."

I'd lost count of how many times Paisley had pranked me growing up. And every single time, the whole family had been right there clapping.

The old me would've called back in tears, begging them to come get me.

This time, I set the pumpkin pie down on the concrete, turned around, and started walking away from home.

What they didn't know was that tonight, I wasn't going to be the one who lost.

I've always had a habit of taking people at their word.

In high school, a girl who liked bullying me broke our classroom projector.

When the teacher walked in, she shoved a broken piece into my hand and whispered, "Hold this. Don't say anything."

I raised my hand.

"Mr. Harris, she broke the projector and gave me this piece. She also told me not to say anything."

At twenty, during my first internship, a senior colleague asked me to take the blame for missing money.

"You're new," she whispered. "The boss won't be too hard on you."

I nodded and turned to our supervisor.

"She took the money. She says you won't punish me because I'm new. Is that true?"

After that, people stopped expecting me to understand their little hints.

I thought honesty was simple.

Apparently, my biological family disagreed.

I'd spent eighteen years searching for them. Three years ago, I finally discovered I was the missing daughter of Vincent Valenti, Don of one of New York's most powerful Mafia Families.

For my twenty-fifth birthday, they threw me a grand celebration.

But when I approached the head table, Sienna, their adopted daughter, was sitting between my parents.

She smiled and touched my mother's arm.

"Paige, I've sat here for twenty-one years. You don't mind, do you?"

I looked at the place card with my name on it, pushed aside beside her plate.

Then I asked,

"Why wouldn't I mind?"

"Isn't this supposed to be my birthday?"

When Dorian Falco’s stepsister and secret lover was found brutally violated in a slum alleyway, the Mafia Don lost his fucking mind.
And he blamed me.
He dragged me into the manor's dungeon, throwing me to a dozen of his most depraved enforcers.
"Whatever Camilla suffered, you'll pay back a thousand times over."
I collapsed on the freezing floor, sobbing as I desperately clutched his pant leg. "I love you! I would never hurt her! Please, Dorian, believe me!"
Dorian only offered his cruelest sneer.
"Jealous that she gets the real thing? Fine. I'll make you filthier than she ever was."
He locked me in that blood-stained cell for seven days and nights.
His thugs, given carte blanche by the Don, whipped me with chains and violated me without restraint. I screamed Dorian's name in the darkness until my throat shredded.
Seven days later, Dorian returned with a recovering Camilla.
He stood outside the heavy iron door, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
"Crawl out here, Saoirse. Get on your knees, kiss Camilla's shoes, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you live."
Silence. No answer.
Because three days ago, I had already died in that cell.

The smell of blood. A nauseating mixture of rust and formaldehyde, so thick it made me want to gag.
My fingernails dug deep into my flesh, my lungs heaving like a worn-out bellows. The second hand on the clock mounted on the wall ticked forward.
"Tick."
The time was 9:50 p.m.
I lowered my head and stared at my perfectly intact hands. No broken finger bones from Chad stomping on them. No ruined wrists from Victoria's box cutter. I breathed in the icy air as my heart hammered against my ribs.
I had been reborn. Back to the night of death at St. Jude's Academy—the night they called the “Freshman Initiation.”
In my previous life, I had died at exactly midnight, my last breath swallowed by their hysterical laughter.
Two hours and ten minutes remained until midnight.
This time, I would make sure they wished for death and couldn't even have that.

To save my mother's life and pay for her experimental cancer treatment, I had to take a night shift at an exclusive private club.
That night, Elias Sinclair had been drugged. He grabbed my wrist, his eyes wild and burning, and whispered, 'Don't go.
Two months later, a constant, sickening wave of nausea confirmed my worst fear: I was pregnant.
The Sinclair family didn’t waste any time. Within days, a contract was shoved in my face. The house and millions of dollars would be mine, but the child would belong to them. The price? I could never see my baby again.
I signed the paper, took the money, and fled the country, thinking our paths would never cross again.
Five years later, I returned to Koren City, wanting nothing more than to quietly care for my ailing mother.
But the one man I swore to avoid blocked my path, smelling of whiskey and dark intent.
"Are you avoiding me, June?"

Seamus O'Sullivan, Don of the Irish Mafia, forged a custom gold crest ring to find the woman he’d met at that ball.

He decreed that whoever could wear it would become his bride.

We had all died trying to claim it.

I had already watched my stepsister starve herself to the bone to wear it, only to take a bullet to the head on her wedding night.

I'd seen my stepmother hack off her own finger to force it on, earning herself cement shoes at the bottom of the Atlantic.

By my third life, they pushed me out, and I slipped the ring on easily. I really thought I was his bride. But on our wedding night, when the Don kissed my inner thigh, he snapped—and smothered me with a pillow.

He forced it over my face. I thrashed and clawed, but he pinned me down.

"Why isn't it her?!" he roared through the feathers. "Where is she?!"

Now, I was awake again. The fourth lifetime.

"Grace, your trashy mom ruined Jessica's dress. Bitch deserved to die!"

Blake stepped on the bloody corpse, shoving me down to grovel at Jessica's feet.

The bastard forgot already? My mom sold our Texas ranch to make him rich! But once he hit it big, he let his secretary Jessica beat her to death like she was some street bum.

I looked at the body wearing that emerald ring, trying to tell him the truth, but he backhanded me hard.

Then the asshole ordered her thrown in the septic tank just to kiss up to Jessica.

I wiped blood from my mouth and laughed.

Idiot had no clue—that wasn't even my mother.

My wife was forced to don a wedding dress to marry my sworn enemy, while my three-year-old daughter was locked in an iron cage suspended above the raging sea.

And I, the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Blackwater Fleet, was forced to wear a dog collar, kneeling on broken glass and licking up red wine like a crippled stray dog.
All because embedded in their necks were biological bombs, the detonator held in the hands of my enemy.

The elites of the entire island ruthlessly mocked my cowardice, trampling me underfoot in ultimate humiliation.

That was until the climax of the maritime wedding, when my enemy smugly pressed the detonator, only for the collars to flash a safe green light—the full-frequency signal decryption was complete.
Amidst the dead silence of the crowd, I snapped the forged steel chains binding me and slowly stood tall.

The next second, ten nuclear-powered submarines violently breached the ocean surface, and tens of thousands of heavily armored death squads descended from the sky.

Looking at my enemy, now terrified to the point of incontinence and shattering his own knees to frantically kowtow and beg for mercy, I picked up that very dog chain and slipped it around his neck.

The world thought I was a broken man after rotting in the Abyss for five years. Even Moretti, the wealthiest mogul in Cold Harbor, dared to point a finger at my nose and demand I kneel.
He razed my estate, seized my daughter, and humiliated my past on a city-wide livestream.
What he didn’t know was that the moment his infrared scanners locked onto me, I had already initiated the sequence for a dormant orbital satellite that had been sleeping above us for five years.
When the skyscraper turns to ash, the man kneeling before me won’t be that arrogant tycoon—only a trembling corpse.
After all, in this city, I don’t believe in reason. I only believe in retribution.

They kept me shackled before the Gates of the Abyss, force-feeding me toxic sludge and draining my final drop of blood, all to maintain their hypocritical "order." They called me the "Ultimate Anchor," unaware that the moment a watchdog decides it’s done playing the dog, the beast in the cage finally wakes up. From the very second I seized the laws of physics, this entire headquarters of the Defense Bureau became my private mausoleum. Your high-and-mighty Director? He’s currently kneeling in my cycle, begging for the sweet release of death. As for that Void Rift that makes the world tremble? Sorry, I just ate it for dinner.

I straighten up after three back-to-back all-nighters, my stomach aching so badly I can barely stand up straight. At one in the morning, I head to the twenty-four-hour diner below my studio for a bowl of soup, just to keep myself going.

Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.

Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.

He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.

"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."

The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.

"Hold on, almost done."

Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.

I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.

Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.

All my life, whenever I wished for something, my younger stepsister got twice as much. One doll for me meant two for Chloe. One bedroom meant she got a bigger room plus a study. Even my own mother seemed to love her twice as much.   Then a strange interface appeared on my phone and confirmed the rule.   So I stopped wishing for good things.   I wished for a twenty-six-year-old boyfriend. Chloe got a fifty-two-year-old stranger at our front door. I wished to lose ten pounds. She dropped twenty so fast she landed in the ICU. When my stepfather begged me to stop, I made one more wish.   I wished to lose six hours of sleep every night.   And Chloe got double.

Once, I was the Golden Dragon Princess, loved by my family and cherished by the man I would have died for. Then one accusation shattered everything. My dragon core was sealed, and I was cast into the frozen abyss to repent for a crime I never committed. Three years later, I died alone beneath the endless snow—on the very day my fiancé was set to marry my sister, the one who framed me. He stared at my lifeless face, trembling. “Seraphina… please wake up.”

"You have no house to go to, no money, no friends and no child to drain me of child support. Don't be stubborn. You know you'll die without me, I'm your only family left." Once again that proud tone was sneered at me.

"I worry for you." Devon’s eyes glimmered waiting for me to go on my knees and beg him.

I shake my head. "Worry about yourself Devon. Do you really think you'd go scott free after the shit you pulled today? You couldn't even let me mourn my baby in peace." I searched for his gaze, my eyes burrowing into his.

"I promise you, if not today, one-day Devon. I'll make you wish you were dead."


Corrie North gave Devon Remington everything.

Amazing sex? She gave him her body.

A devoted house-wife? She abandoned her career for him.

A fucking maid? She scrubbed every inch of his sprawling mansion.

A child? She nearly died bringing their son, Haven, into the world.

And how did he repay her?

Devon betrayed her.

He cheated with a younger woman, handed her divorce papers, and vanished on the day their son died in a mysterious accident.
Two months later, he finally showed up to Haven's funeral, with his pregnant mistress on his arm.
As if that wasn’t enough, he accused Corrie of murdering their child.

Devastated, Corrie vowed revenge. She vanished from Devon’s life, promising that everyone who played a part in Haven’s death would pay, including him.

Four years later she returns and Devon wants her back. He’ll do anything to make her his again.

But Corrie isn’t the same woman he left behind.
Will she make him pay for his betrayal , or will old flames pull her back into the arms of the man who destroyed her?

Rhett and I hated each other for ten years.

He hated me because my father drugged his drink and arranged for me to end up in his bed.

He was forced to marry me. Kendall, the stepsister he cherished, couldn’t handle the shock and ran away. She was later kidnapped and murdered outside the city.

I hated him for blaming everything on me. He never touched me, never looked at me, and never spoke a single word to me.

Our marriage became a cold, lonely grave.

Then I was kidnapped.

He stormed into an abandoned warehouse and threw himself between me and the bomb.

Before he died, he said, “Maren, if we get another life, I hope we never meet again.”

When I open my eyes again, I’m back in that hotel room ten years earlier.

Rhett lies on the bed in a Manhattan hotel suite, his shirt hanging open, his skin flushed and his breathing ragged.

This time, I don’t go near him.

I call my father instead.

“Dad, call off the security guards. I don’t want him anymore.”

“Book me a flight out of the country. The sooner, the better.”

RATED 18+ * trigger warning*BDSM

That's when I see it. A huge solid black wolf, standing over top of me with his face inch's from mine, I feel his hot breath on me with his teeth barren as I struggle to breath. His hot tongue licks up the side of my neck making my body shiver and fear wash’s over me and my heart pounds in my chest. I flinch making him growl loudly slamming my body down with his big paws, he dives down to my vagina, his hot flat tongue flicks across my warmth making me squirm.

The more I move the harder he holds me digging his claws in to my stomach. I moan and arch my back as I feel his tongue once again swoop inside of me. I hear Emily scream again, catching me off guard but I can’t be broken from my trance as the beautiful wolf continues his dance. I squirm against him and he licks and nips at my swollen bud, I open my eyes to see a gorgeous man with dark grey hair standing above me looking at me with a devilish smile. The legends were right, I think to myself feeling nothing but bliss. This is exactly the release I needed.

Two young ladies decide one night to offer themselves up to the wolves.
They both wake up in two different packs.
Alison gets a good alpha who makes her his mate, and Emily gets a bad alpha who abuses her, allowing his pack to abuse her.
Alison looks for Emily with no idea as to if she is alive or not, while Emily is held captive, planing her escape.
Does Emily escape? Or does she end up dead? Are the girls ever reunited?

I never knew my parents. Never knew what it means to be loved. All I have ever known was pain, and death. The death of every man I was trained to put in the ground.

I was an orphan nobody came back for. And that made me easy to mold into an assassin that hunts and kill criminals.

My agency buried me inside a life that wasn't mine — a foster family who never knew what was living under their roof.

I cooked during the day, moved around like a servant, and at night, I killed. Everything was smooth, until my foster family's greed pulled them into business with the most dangerous criminal organization on earth, and they took me with them.

There was no walking away from that world. And there was no hiding in it either.

My path collided with one of the most feared Don alive — Xavier Carlos— a man who has never lost anything he decided to keep. And the moment he saw me, he decided to keep me.

He had no idea I was sent to destroy criminals like him. But I had a problem, he wasn't like the other criminals I had killed. He was a criminal with a heart only I could see, and the more I spent time with him, the more I wanted him alive.

But that is not even my biggest problem anymore. His stepbrother, who was also his second in command became obsessed with me in a way that scares me more than Xavier ever could.

Xavier wanted everything, Lucas wanted me. And he will burn everything down, including Xavier, to have me.

So that leave the biggest question, will I kill Xavier? or would the two brothers end up destroying themselves over me.

I was never supposed to exist in the Blood Moon Pack, low-born, no surname, no family to shield me.
Yet the Alpha chose me and called me “his one and only mate for this lifetime”.
He said he loved me.
So I endured. I stepped back. I forgave him again and again.
Until the day I was pushed down the stairs, dragged into the punishment grounds, strapped to an electric restraint bed, and heard them calmly discussing how far they should go this time; what kind of punishment would finally make the “real family” feel at ease?
That was when I understood in their world, I wasn’t a mate. I wasn’t family. I wasn’t even seen as a person. I was just a bargaining chip, but something disposable, something meant to be sacrificed when convenient.
So I learned to stay quiet, to remember everything, and to wait.
They thought I died in that fire.
But when I stepped back into the moonlight, I was no longer an Omega.

The day I signed the divorce papers, Ethan Frost lit up the night sky with thousands of drones spelling out, ‘Vivian Moore, I love you.’ The whole city celebrated his new romance.
On our daughter, Sophie’s birthday, he watched coldly as Vivian’s daughter snatched away her favorite Elsa princess cake—and didn’t even blink when I was shoved down the stairs. Bleeding and trembling, I looked up to see him tenderly massaging Vivian’s feet.
But what truly shattered me was the day Sophie struggled in the pool—Ethan held me back, eyes dark, roaring, “What do you want?”
Later, he scrambled to Sophie’s photo on his knees, crying “Where’s Sophie? Bring her out.” While I only felt absurd, I smiled through my tears “you will never see Sophie again—ever.”

He let his new designer shred my $3 million dress at our engagement party. He thought I’d forgive him like I always did. He didn’t know I was the one funding his company.
Ethan Cole thinks he’s marrying a fallen heiress with no one to turn to. Chloe thinks she’s the next great designer. Neither of them ever bothered to ask about my mother’s family name: Moretti.
They humiliated me in front of two hundred guests. Now I’m going to take back everything—one cut at a time.
And the dangerous, gray-eyed man who’s been watching from the shadows? He’d love to help.

For eight years, I’ve been invisible in my own home.
No cake. No presents. Nobody remembers I’m allergic to the shrimp I cook every week. My husband, Derek, a respected cardiologist, hides behind his silence. My six-year-old son has learned to look right through me. And my mother-in-law, Barbara, has a "weak heart" that flares up every time I open my mouth.
So on my thirty-third birthday, when my best friend sends dinner from Fiorella’s, the restaurant I haven’t let myself set foot in since my wedding, it should be one small, good thing.
By the time I set the table, my family has eaten every bite.
The next day, Barbara clutches her chest in front of her entire card club, and suddenly I’m the monster who nearly killed her. Derek bundles his mother and our son into the car and leaves me standing in the driveway, drowning in whispers.
So I follow them.
From the back seat of a stranger’s car, I watch my "dying" mother-in-law stroll into Fiorella’s, laughing. Derek is right behind her. And my little boy asks if they can play "the sick game" again.
Eight years of lies, and I was the only one in this family who didn’t know it was a game.
Now I’m done playing.

My name is Nora Monroe. Thirty-two weeks pregnant, ready to pop anytime.
This morning, my husband Everett left town, leaving me and my cat, Piper, alone at home.
Deep into the night, a strange woman called. Her voice was gentle, apologetic—she said my cat Piper had somehow wandered downstairs. She was severely allergic to cat dander and couldn't bring her up to me. I grabbed my coat, ready to head down, when the baby suddenly gave me a vicious kick. The pain sent me collapsing back onto the sofa, unable to move.
The woman on the phone urged me over and over. I looked up, my eyes falling on the corner of the living room.
Piper was sitting right there, staring unblinkingly at me...

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.

My brother was jealous after I won a $50 million lottery jackpot, so he tricked me into believing an extreme ice-age apocalypse was coming.
Because I trusted him, I spent every last dollar my parents and I had—fortifying the house and stockpiling supplies.
Two weeks later, he told me that there was no coming apocalypse. It had all been a lie.
Just when I was drowning in despair, hail started falling in the middle of summer.
The deep freeze apocalypse had really begun.

I had always firmly believed that my husband loved me deeply.
However, when I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and my father was on the brink of death, I called my husband to seek help with medical expenses. To my shock, a woman answered the phone.
With a sharp and sarcastic tone, she revealed:
My husband doesn't love you at all; he married you only to take revenge on you, to torment you...
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"It’s not every day a lamb willingly walks into the lion's den," the vampire prince whispered, his eyes undressing me.

I stumbled into the wrong party, starving and lost. Adrian Veylor, the most dangerous vampire in Evermoor Academy, didn't kick me out. instead, he fed me. He sat me down, wiped the sauce from my lip, and looked at me like I was the most interesting toy he’d ever found.

But then HE walked in.

Kael Blackthorn. The Alpha. The enemy.
He stormed across the room, his golden eyes blazing with fury. "She is mine," his wolf roared silently. Kael hates humans, yet he couldn't stop staring at Adrian's hand on my skin.

Now I’m trapped between them. Adrian wants to play with me, to corrupt me. Kael wants to destroy me... or claim me.

I’m just a human girl trying to survive my first year. But with a vampire protecting me and a werewolf hunting me, I might not make it out alive. Especially when my body burns for both of them.


She is a human in a world of monsters. He is the Alpha who is supposed to kill her.
Aria Evans thought her life was over when she caught her boyfriend cheating. But when she receives an invitation to the elite Evermoor Academy, she discovers a world of magic, danger, and deadly attraction.
Kael Blackthorn hates humans. But when Aria walks in, his wolf screams one word: MATE.
Trapped between a possessive Alpha wolf and a charming Vampire prince, Aria must survive the semester... or die trying.

Ryan Kade is the NHL’s ruthless captain, feared on the ice, untouchable off it. When a career-threatening injury forces him into rehab, he’s assigned Lena Morales, the team’s new physiotherapist: calm, brilliant, and completely immune to his charm.

Their attraction is instant and forbidden.

Every touch lingers too long, every session blurs the boundaries between professionalism and desire, and what begins as controlled tension erupts into a covert, addictive affair that has the potential to destroy them both.

As the playoffs approach, contracts are threatened, rumors begin to spread, and Lena may be held responsible for a man's success. When everything falls apart, Ryan must choose between pursuing the woman he loves and protecting his reputation.

A passionate hockey romance that is full of strength, temptation, and a love that won't go away.

Angela Leventis is one of the most notorious assassins in the criminal underworld, earning her the nickname "Angel of Death." She's infamous for her ability to carry out hits without leaving a trace behind.

One night, she hits up a club in Las Vegas with her sister and unexpectedly crosses paths with mafia heir Nikolai Vasillios. To her shock, she wakes up the next morning in his hotel room, with a ring on her finger.

Nikolai Vasillios is the most feared mafia boss out there, known for treating women like disposable items. What chaos will ensue when he discovers he’s married to the woman he partied with the night before? And what about the fact that his father has already picked out a bride for him?

Can Angela escape this drunken marriage and keep her true identity under wraps? Will Nikolai stand up to his father and reject the bride chosen for him, or will the assassin and the mafia don find themselves falling for each other?

“Evelyn, I can make you feel more fucked and satisfied than your ex-husband ever could.”

As the rhythm of our bodies quickened, I groaned and grasped the hair of the man above me. Ryan’s hand gripped and tormented my breasts, his thumb teasing my nipple, while his other hand pressed urgently against my clitoris.

“No matter who you were in the past, you belong to me now. Only to me.”

——

Evelyn had planned to announce her pregnancy on her wedding anniversary, but what awaited her was only the betrayal and humiliation of her husband, Damian.

Evelyn chose to walk away and pick up her drawing pen once more, reclaiming her lost glory in the fashion design world step by step.

But Damian quickly regretted his actions. Unable to control himself, he called her, yet the person who answered was not Evelyn—

“Hello, I am her current husband. You are interrupting us having sex.”

——

Evelyn thought she would never love anyone again. But the mysterious and powerful man known as Mr. K, who pulled her from the abyss, provokes her senses and challenges her emotional boundaries again and again.

"Thank you for saving me again,i whispered, ‘’but please can I see your face? Just this once,I want to know who's been protecting me."
The grip loosened slowly and the person removed the mask.
It was Minho….

When their real daughter came home, my foster parents threw me out like trash.
But before I could even leave, my foster sister pinned a murder charge on me.
I watched the police rush toward me. Then I lifted my foster sister's arm—the one still marked with fresh needle punctures—and smiled at the crowd.
They had no idea who they were dealing with.
Beneath this unremarkable face, I am a once-in-a-century medical genius, a phantom hacker, an elite designer... Even if my birth family lived in the poorest slum in the city, I could give them a life beyond their wildest dreams.
But then, the cheerful jingle of an ice cream truck cut through the chaos.
And a fleet of Rolls-Royces pulled up behind it.
Turns out, my real family isn't poor at all. They might just be the richest people in the country.
Well then. The game just changed.

"You aren't pure enough to carry my heir"

Damian only needs one thing, an heir. Not love, not wife, just a child to secure his inheritance. Marriage? Off the table. Love? A distraction. And Vanessa, his friend with benefits is too impure in his eyes to be the mother of his child.

Evelyn, beautiful, innocent, and desperate enough to sign a contract that says she’ll carry his child… the natural way.

Everything is going according to plan, until Vanessa started attending social events and saying she's pregnant too. With Damian's child.

Now two women are carrying his heir. One is fighting for love. The other is fighting to win.
And Damian? He’s about to discover that some deals come with unexpected consequences.

"The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate" is a sizzling slow burn billionaire romance filled with passion, betrayal, and a dangerous game of hearts—where trust is fragile, and love cuts the deepest.

The happiest day of her life became her worst nightmare. Not only was Tana left on the altar by her mate on her wedding day, but she was also rejected by her mate, the alpha of the middle forest, who chose her stepsister over her. She was exiled from the pack, and forced to drink a potion to break the bond with her mate, which left her in immense pain that led to the disconnection between her and her wolf, phoenix.

She found herself facing the cruelty of life as she tried to survive as a rogue outside her pack. However, fate played it part, and she stumbled upon the alpha of the HellGuard pack, Jackson, who had feelings for her since their youth but couldn't recognize her with her new transformation caused by the potion she took.

Will she be able to get her revenge on the alpha of the middle forest for the unforgettable pain he caused while trying to survive outside her pack? Will Jackson find out that she is the woman he had loved for years?

Rhaegor's hand slid down to my waist as he pulled me closer, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

"You should run from me, Kristi. Do you know what you're getting yourself into? Once you're mine, there will be no going back."

I opened my mouth to speak, but his hand slid down to my wet and throbbing vulva. I closed my eyes and moaned softly.

Even if I intended to run away from him, he had already claimed my body, and if this was fire, I was already burned.

•••

Kristina's life changes the day her own mother sells her.

Desperate to pay her husband's hospital bills, her mother accepts thirty thousand dollars from a trader and hands Kristina over without a second thought. Passed from one buyer to another, Kristina eventually finds herself trapped in a mysterious estate where every housekeeper disappears on the night of the full moon.

The owner of the estate is Rhaegor, a breathtakingly handsome man surrounded by secrets and danger.

But when Kristina accidentally becomes part of his dark secret, she does the only thing she can. She runs.

But what she does not know is that her blood accomplished what centuries of magic could not. It broke the curse, and not only that, she is carrying his child, and he won't stop at anything to get back what belongs to him.

For twenty-seven years, Kael Draven bled for the Empire, conquered its enemies, and became the legendary Black Shogun feared across the continent. On the day of his greatest victory, the Emperor he served, the friend he trusted, and the priests he protected repaid him with betrayal and a public execution.
Instead of dying, Kael awakens thirty-five years in the past as a powerless orphan in a forgotten village at the dawn of the Demon Sengoku Era.
Armed with memories of future wars, hidden treasures, legendary heroes, and the apocalypse that will one day destroy humanity, Kael refuses to repeat his fate. He will claim every opportunity before his enemies, build his own kingdom from nothing, and crush those who once stood over his corpse.
But as history begins to change, Kael discovers a terrifying truth: he is not the only one who remembers the future, and someone else is secretly rewriting destiny from the shadows.
In an age of warlords, demons, ancient gods, and endless conquest, can Kael save the world before it falls, or will his second life lead to an even greater catastrophe?

All she wants is freedom.
All he wants is her surrender.

Anelisa’s world shatters when her fated mate rejects her—for her stepsister. Stripped of dignity and hope, she is sold like a worthless offering to the ruthless Dragon King, a monster feared for slaughtering her kind without mercy.

Legends say no one has ever seen his face and lived to tell the tale.

Anelisa refuses to become his next victim. She plans her escape—
But instead of freedom, she crashes straight into the arms of the king himself… and now she’s not just his captive.
She’s his mate.

Bound by betrayal, scorched by desire, and cursed by a destiny neither of them chose—
Can love bloom in the ashes of hate, or will it burn them both alive?

THE TEN RULES OF THE PERFECT WIFE

Valentina Arráez spent her entire life following the Ten Rules of the Perfect Wife.

Always smile.

Always obey.

Never complain.

And above all...

Never give your husband a reason to leave.

For five years, she did everything right.

She loved her husband, supported him, and sacrificed every piece of herself to become the perfect wife.

It still wasn't enough.

Because while Valentina was fighting to save her marriage, Rodrigo Montenegro was building a new life with another woman.

Then everything changes.

The day Rodrigo walks out of their home, Valentina discovers she's finally pregnant.

The child she prayed for.

The child she believed could save her marriage.

But before she can tell him the truth, she receives devastating news that forces her to make an impossible choice.

As her world begins to crumble, Valentina must decide whether to keep living by the rules that shaped her... or break every one of them to protect the life growing inside her.

Meanwhile, Rodrigo is convinced he's finally found happiness.

Until the wife he left behind starts disappearing from his life.

And he realizes that some mistakes don't come with second chances.

A heartbreaking story of betrayal, motherhood, sacrifice, redemption, and a love that may already be too late to save.

Some rules are meant to be broken.

After dying in a meaningless accident, 28-year-old Korean ex-soldier and amateur chef Seo Jun-Ho is transmigrated into a brutal, merged world where Earth has been fused with an ancient tower system. Humanity is forced to climb endless mysterious Towers that appeared during the Great Collapse.
The world runs on "Essence", a system that rewards strength, crafting, taming, and conquest. Most people struggle just to survive the first 10 floors. Seo Jun-Ho discovers he has a unique "Primordial Palate" trait that lets him cook monsters and magical ingredients into dishes that grant permanent stat boosts, skills, and evolution paths. Combined with his military background and a rare Beast Sovereign class, he begins building something far greater than just personal power.
As floors grow deadlier and ancient secrets awaken, Seo Jun-Ho will cook, tame, conquer, and rise until even the gods of the system tremble before the Beast Sovereign.

I spent eighteen years as the West family’s “fake heiress.”

When their real daughter came back, they shoved me into a storage room, made me take the blame for her scandals, and even cursed me at Grandpa’s funeral for being ungrateful.

Then sixteen Maybachs arrived to take me home.

Only then did they learn the truth—I was the long-lost daughter of the wealthiest family in the world.

Now the Wests want forgiveness. Too bad. I want them ruined.

But the man who pinned me against a bathroom sink after I defused a bomb only smiled and whispered, “Would you rather your brother walk in and find you here with a strange man?”

Worse, his face was hidden in my grandfather’s secret keepsake.

So who is he really… and what did Grandpa die trying to hide?

Betrayed as a child and forced into a world of exploitation, Kosi's life was forever scarred by those who were supposed to protect her. But with the guidance of a mysterious mentor in Hong Kong, Kosi has honed her skills and is now driven by an insatiable hunger for revenge. As she takes down her enemies one by one, she'll confront the darkest corners of her past and fight for justice not just for herself, but for all those who've been victimized like her. But when she reencounters a childhood friend who still holds a special place in her heart, Kosi must navigate the blurred lines between loyalty, love, and vengeance. Will she find closure, or will the ghosts of her past consume her?

I am the Millionaire’s Nanny
I can’t resist him
But the Rule is we can only be friends...

-James bexell, who is this? -he answered as he took small steps.

Luna's boyfriend? - he heard through the line.
He stopped quickly.- Yes? Can I help you?
-Yes, Samuel Atkings. May I ask what kind of deal you have with each other that she left town without telling me? - he asked angrily.
-Listen, you idiot, I don't know what your problem is. I know about you and how you've managed to make Luna's life miserable. I don't care who you are, but don't call back, or her.
He cut the call.


Luna Scaloni's life takes an unexpected turn when she becomes involved with a mysterious but notorious millionaire, James Bexell, CEO and single father. As Luna tries to resist him, she can't help but get caught up in the whirlwind of trouble he brings. His past and present will intertwine in a romance full of conflicts from the past that will lead them to unearth the darkest and hidden side of him.

After seven years of marriage, she had given up her crown as the world’s foremost violinist to become a devoted housewife—for him. In return, on their anniversary, he spent the evening with another woman, and her own son looked at her as if she were the enemy. When the cold dial tone of a deadened phone line reached her ear, her heart turned to ash. She signed the divorce papers and walked away with nothing.

Everyone assumed she would come crawling back, begging for mercy once she tasted life outside the gilded cage. Her ex-husband merely smirked, waiting for her to relent. But what he got instead was a blocked number—and a global headline: “The Violin Queen, Missing for Seven Years, Returns—Her First Solo Concert Sells Out in One Second!” Under the spotlight, the woman he had dismissed as worthless now blazed with a brilliance far beyond his reach.

Backstage, an assistant stopped the frantic ex-husband as he tried to storm in. “She’s currently meeting with royalty. She has no time for you.”
His eyes bloodshot, he roared, “Tell her to come out! I’m her husband!”
The assistant gave a cold smile. “Sorry—you were her husband.”

Hanna and Ashlee are twin sisters living in a small town lost in the depths of the forest. Despite their charming appearance and golden hair, the sisters' lives are far from perfect. When their peaceful existence is threatened by a mysterious supernatural presence, the young women find themselves immersed in a world of magic and danger.

One day, when the sun disappears and the full moon illuminates the dark horizon, their paths cross with a guy who seems to be perfect named Edgar. Edgar is known in the magical realms as a fearsome leader with a dark heart. However, when his eyes meet Hanna and Ashlee's, something changes within him. His desire of kill and have the two sisters into his hands, will be just the begging...

The twins discover that their blood hides an ancestral secret and that only they have the power to free Edar from his lycanthropic curse. Together, they must embark on a journey full of obstacles and dangers to find the necessary elements that will trigger an ancient ritual capable of breaking the chains that imprison the real identity of Edgar: a cruel werewolf king.

On their journey, the twins and Edgar will face betrayals, fantastical creatures, and the constant struggle against their own inner fears. Meanwhile, love and trust will become the fundamental pillars that keep them united in this extraordinary adventure.

"The Twins and the Serial Killer" is a captivating story that combines magic and romance, showing that even the darkest beings can find redemption through love and inner strength. An epic journey that will forever change the fate of the protagonists and the magical realms they inhabit.

Daniel was in the lion's den once again, but this time, the lion was hungry and craving fresh blood, it didn't look like anyone would shut its mouth. Worst still, the lion king hates gay, and he wants them eliminated from his kingdom, because of his ongoing curse… Daniel.
.......
King Lazarus stood on his balcony, looking at the crying young man. He couldn't understand why he felt pity for Daniel, but seeing his crystal clear eyes on the full moon made him understand that Daniel wasn't an ordinary boy, and the look of vengeance in his eyes got him super curious. As he watched him enter the carriage, his eyes gleamed in curiosity.