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Harriet Walter once had everything wealth, power, and a future others envied.

Then she made a choice for love.

When forced to choose between an arranged marriage to a powerful CEO or losing her inheritance, Harriet chose the man she believed in Taylor. To prove her loyalty, she sacrificed everything: her family, her fortune, even the company that carried her name.

But love turned into ashes.

The man she gave the world for slowly lost everything, and Harriet blamed herself for his fall. She stayed beside him through humiliation, poverty, and regret… until the night he did the unthinkable.

With a single bet, her husband gave her away.

Now Harriet belongs to a man no one knows a silent figure whose face hides beneath the brim of a hat. A man who wins people the way others win money.

Running is impossible. She tried once.

She woke up in his bed… marked, watched, and surrounded by walls filled with her own photographs.

Someone has been studying her.
Someone has been waiting.

The question is not who took Harriet Walter.

The real question is… why has he wanted her for so long?

Disguised as a boy. Hunted as a mate. Trained to be an Alpha.
Ari never wanted to be anyone’s Lunaespecially not to Alpha Malrick, the ruthless Alpha she was being forced to marry. To escape her fate she changes her identity.
She cuts her hair, masks her scent, and joins the all-male Alpha Training Academy, where strength reigns and weakness is punished.
But something else is waiting for her. Her dorm mate Kai Thorn the arrogant, cocky, and devastatingly attractive heir to the Shadowfang Pack is her mate.
The mate bond starts burning between them… and he has no idea she’s a girl.
When her secret is exposed, Arden must fight for more than freedom. The academy turns on her. Malrick wants revenge. And Kai? He’ll risk everything to keep her safeeven if it means going against everything he stands for.

On Amelia's eighteenth birthday, her life goes downhill.

First, her mother summons her to a wedding she never told her about.

Then Amelia arrives and discovers the groom is her mate.

Mateo Vane is everything an eighteen-year-old girl should stay away from.

Cold. Powerful. Dangerous.

And much older than her.

But Mateo has no interest in Amelia.

He calls her little girl and makes it clear that whatever the mate bond wants, he doesn't.

There is only one problem.

Mateo hasn't been able to tolerate skin-to-skin contact for ten years.

Except with Amelia.

Her touch is the only thing that doesn't make him sick. The only exception to a condition that has controlled his life for a decade.

And Mateo intends to use her to find a cure.

That's all.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Because his marriage to Amelia's mother is nothing but a contract between two powerful Alphas, and Amelia was never supposed to be part of it.

He even tells her she's not his type.

But when Amelia starts falling for the cold, aloof man who keeps saving her from her mother's control, things begin to change.

What starts as an attempt to learn how to tolerate touch slowly becomes something neither of them expected.

Something dangerous, something neither of them should want.

And when the line between treatment and temptation starts to disappear, just how many boundaries will they be willing to break?

Surprisingly, he moved closer to me, and gently placed his hands on my chest. "See, I can feel your breathing! You are indeed scared!"
Sadly, my body was betraying me! I was angry that his touches made me shiver. "Alexander Gray is my enemy, and I must hate him! I need to detest him!" I kept telling myself.


Aria's life takes a dark turn when she's betrayed and murdered by her boyfriend, Adrian, a powerful werewolf. But death is not the end. Resurrected by a malevolent demon lord, Aria returns to the living world with a mission: seek vengeance on the one who wronged her.
But Aria's vengeance takes an unexpected twist when she encounters Alex, Adrian's twin brother. Mistaken identity leads her to plan his demise, but as secrets unravel, Aria finds herself falling for the very person she sought to destroy.

Seven years ago, Chloe was driven away from the Blackthorn Pack for being a wolfless girl, forced to abandon her fated mate, the noble and disciplined Tristan Adams. Now an independent architect, she returns to the ominous Blackthorn Manor as the girlfriend of Ethan Moore—Tristan’s fiercely possessive and emotionally unstable younger brother. The moment Chloe steps inside, the cold and aristocratic Alpha recognizes his lost mate, his inner silver-gray wolf pushing past his refined restraint into a dark, obsessive jealousy.
To keep her trapped by his side, Tristan uses his immense corporate power to force her company into a predatory multi-billion-dollar contract based on a college dream they once shared. While Ethan clings to Chloe as his emotional anchor to keep his own unstable black wolf from snapping, Tristan relentlessly breaks down her defenses behind a secret bedroom door and a one-way glass wall. Caught in a nerve-wracking web of hidden truths and near-discoveries, Chloe tries to protect Ethan's fragile mental state while drowning in the irresistible magnetic pull of her first love. Every hesitation she makes pushes the two brothers deeper into a dangerous rivalry, unaware that a powerful, ancient white wolf is quietly waiting to awaken inside her.

Eight years ago, I formed a mate bond with Alpha Lucian Blackwood, ruler of the Silver Fang Pack, and became his Luna.
I thought it was a blessing from the Moon Goddess.
Only when he brought home that sick she-wolf, Jasmine Moon, did I finally understand.
I was nothing but a substitute.
A tool meant to take care of him and his son.
And now, they wanted me to hand over even the last of my dignity.

In a quiet and isolated village deep in the mountains, Castian, longs for something beyond the peaceful routine of Liang. Surrounded by natural beauty and the safety of family life, he finds himself torn between his love for the land and a burning desire to explore the unknown world beyond the hills. When a mysterious traveler arrives in the village, bringing stories of adventures and dangers, Castian is faced with the possibility of a destiny far greater than he ever imagined. As the young man confronts his doubts and desires, he discovers that the mountains surrounding him hold not only secrets about his past but also his future. With the support of his family and friends, Castian must decide whether he will be content to live a life of tranquility or have the courage to follow his heart in search of adventures.

Harper spent ten years as Joel's perfect girlfriend... until he dumped her to boost his brand. Now Joel's getting married, and Harper's crashing his wedding on the arm of Crew Lawson, the one player Joel hates most. It's supposed to be fake: three months of PR revenge. But Crew's hiding a dangerous addiction, Harper's hiding real feelings, and Joel's hiding the truth about why he really left. Some fake relationships burn too hot to stay pretending.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me downstairs. His grip on my hands and feet ached terribly. I sobbed and wept, silent tears streaming down my face. I was powerless to break free, my left hand clutching my broken right wrist.

He was a beast inhabiting this mansion, inflicting inhuman torture on my poor soul. He had created a living hell for me, this pitiful girl, within his castle.

On this cold winter night, he threw my wounded body into the icy pool, arrogantly enjoying it all, drinking and smoking expensive cigars. A satisfied, cold smile played on his lips as he reveled in my pain. His face was filled with the darkness of sin.

“How...more...am I…still…standing?” I stammered, my lips trembling.

Zain paused, thinking. Then, turning away from her, he replied:

“Until you die!”

With that, he left. As he wished. At that moment, my wish came true; I died.

But not in a frozen pool; I was struck in the head by a bullet from afar, blood splattering everywhere—that was far more gruesome.

My consciousness began to fade, but suddenly, I opened my eyes again and found myself mopping the floor in an ordinary restaurant.

I was startled: What happened? I was reborn? This is unbelievable!

At thirty-five, I finally die— only to wake up as Isabella Montague, the stunning heroine of a fantasy novel I wrote as a stupid teen.

My plan? A world-class retirement involving heavy naps and bottomless snacks.

But the 'perfect' men I created are ruining the plan.

The brooding Northern Duke won't stop watching me. The Golden Prince is convinced my disinterest is actually a challenge. My knight—and best friend—is ready to burn the world down if I so much as yawn. And a certain Elven noble who swore off humans keeps finding excuses to be near my tea.

They want my heart. I just want my pillow.

Too bad the world is cursed, the Queen wants me dead, and everyone keeps trying to put me on a throne I never asked for.

Can't a girl just chill?

The apocalypse arrives, rain stops worldwide, outdoor temperatures soar to 60 degrees Celsius, and everyone fights and loses their humanity over a single drop of water.
But I gave away dozens of cases of bottled water that I had stockpiled at home to my neighbors downstairs for free.
People laughed at my overflowing compassion; my wicked ex even hoarded two tons of water, waiting to see me thirsty and begging her on my knees like a dog.
But what they didn't know was that I didn't need water at all.
Because I'm not human.

Here is an adaptation crafted in the style of a bestselling contemporary Western psychological thriller or domestic drama hook, using fast-paced, high-tension American English:

For three years, I was the envy of Manhattan’s elite—the untouchable heiress with the flawless life.

My husband? The media constantly fawned over him, dubbing him "God’s gift to women" and the absolute epitome of a perfect gentleman.

Then came the video. The damn video that shattered it all.

Kneeling on the floor, wearing a thick leather collar like a pathetic stray, was the man I had loved deeply for years.

At the other end of the leash stood another woman, the stiletto of her red-soled Louboutin pressing ruthlessly into his cheek.

"Tell me, what are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Mistress Elena's dog," he whimpered. "I just want to get away from Sienna... I'm so sick of that suffocating bitch."

Every vow, every promise we ever made, instantly dissolved into a sick, twisted joke.

But instead of breaking down, I just smiled. And I hit save.

If he wanted to act like a dog so badly, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I was going to make sure he choked on that damn leash.

Nine months pregnant and about to give birth, my husband Zane locked me in the wine cellar.
All because his widowed business partner, Elena, was also giving birth today.
"You almost made Elena go into labor early. You need to think about what you've done."
Agonizing contractions wracked my body. I dropped to my knees, begging him, "Zane, please─the baby is coming now! He will die!"
He just shoved me down the cold stone steps, his eyes icy cold.
"Stop lying! Your due date isn't today. You'll do anything for attention, won't you?"
"Tonight, only Elena's safety matters. You'll stay here until you admit you were wrong!"
The heavy wooden door slammed shut, snuffing out the last bit of hope I had left.
Hours later, Zane was cradling Elena's newborn son, calling the maid.
"Elena had a boy. I couldn't be happier. Let my wife out—I'm willing to forgive her little tantrum today."
But on the other end of the phone, the maid was sobbing.
"Sir... your wife and the baby... they're already gone."

In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.


“Yes please.” She begs.
“Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
“Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.”
“Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.”
I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.”
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.”
“Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads.
“Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.”
I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

My wife was sleeping with her assistant.

I didn’t confront her. I was in the middle of a critical funding round and about to take over as CEO, and I couldn’t afford to act on emotion.

Then my PI told me the truth: the affair was only the beginning.

On her birthday night, she planned to drug me, send my secretary into my room, and frame me for cheating—maybe even saddle me with a fake child scandal.

If it worked, my CEO promotion would be dead, the funding would collapse, and my reputation would be finished.

She thought the setup was flawless.

Too bad she forgot one thing:

I’m not good at explaining myself. I’m good at letting people walk straight into the trap I built for them.

So that night, the man carried into the room wasn’t me.

It was her lover.

I endured in silence for five years, and everyone treated me like worthless trash. My wife sacrificed our daughter for vanity, my in-laws called me bottom-tier scum, and a senator wanted me dead to divide up my fortune. They thought I was just an ant they could trample at will. Until I produced the Supreme Commander's immunity medallion, until armed helicopters hovered above the courthouse, until I forcibly hijacked the national broadcast, they finally realized what kind of existence they had provoked. I am "Night Asura"—the one man in this world who should never be crossed.

In their eyes, I’m a limping janitor who can’t even hold a cup of hot coffee steady.
The head of security can grind his polished boot on my fingers whenever he wants. The gorgeous CEO looks at me with pure disgust for a coward. Even the front desk girl can yell at me as she pleases.
I sprawl on the carpet like an old dog—stuttering, shrinking, obedient.
But they don’t know that if I wanted to, snapping their necks would take only 0.6 seconds.
Three years ago, I was the Seventh Fleet’s sharpest one-man operator. To uncover a cross-border money-laundering network worth tens of billions, I faked my death and lay low inside this filthy corporate empire, mopping floors for three years.
Until today—when that arrogant European mafia titan dropped to his knees in front of my dirty mop bucket, in full view of the entire company.
That’s when I knew.
Three years of disguise were finally about to be torn apart.

Three years after my first love, a Mafia Don, handed me over to his enemies, he finally came to “rescue” me.
Not out of guilt—but because his daughter needed my blood.

Don Silas held me and cried as if his heart were breaking, saying he had thought of me every day.
How ridiculous—his wife Serena stood beside him, and behind them was their daughter, Ava.

I pretended to be moved.
Pretended I still loved him.
Pretended I was willing to be his daughter’s blood donor… and his second wife.

Only one person knew I was acting.
Underboss Liam—the only one who ever managed to get messages to me during those three years of captivity.

“I’ll find a way to get you out.” he said.

But on the day we planned to escape, the Gravoni family—the very people who had imprisoned me—arrived.

Their Don, Joe, looked at me with deep remorse.
“Vera, I’m sorry. Back then, I didn’t know… you were my late sister’s daughter.”

Now both families want me.

But all I want… is to leave alive.

My sister’s TikTok Shop was on the verge of being shut down. As a top livestream creator with three million followers, I stepped in and turned a warehouse full of dead inventory into bestsellers.

That night, my sister shipped the wrong items for three hundred orders. I apologized on camera, then paid ten thousand dollars out of my own pocket to issue refunds and send replacements.

After the livestream, I went to the warehouse to pick up samples for tomorrow. The second I grabbed two insulated tumblers, my sister snatched them out of my hands.

“I knew it! You’ve been stealing from me again!”

I told her they were samples and that every item had been logged.

She refused to listen and smacked the shelf with her palm.

“My inventory has been off for months because you’ve been stealing from me! Pay me twenty thousand dollars, or I’m calling the cops!”

For three months, I hadn’t charged a flat fee or taken a dime in commission. I had even covered the customer service costs myself.

And now she was calling me a thief.

Our parents rushed in when they heard the shouting. Mom wrapped an arm around my sister and glared at me.

“You’re her older sister. You’re supposed to help her. But stealing says everything about what kind of person you are.”

Dad looked at me with disappointment. “Do you have any idea how hard your sister has worked to build this business? How could you take advantage of her?”

I looked at the three of them, each one convinced they were in the right, and laughed.

Fine. If they thought anyone could sell this stuff, they could go live and sell it themselves.

Since marrying into the Sterling family, I've been pregnant three times. Not one of them survived.

Every time the DNA test report arrived, my mother-in-law would drag me to the clinic for an abortion.

They said the fetus had genetic defects. But I secretly went to an outside hospital for tests, and the report clearly stated everything was normal.

After my third miscarriage, I followed my in-laws to the basement I was forbidden to enter.

I held my breath and pressed my eye to the crack in the door.

In that moment, I finally knew why they had to kill my babies.

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.

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.

A story of Asagi Mikumi being transported to another fantasy world with the floating Kingdom that she bought in her idle game.

She was transported due to a message from the system and when she agreed to it she was transported in another world as her game avatar Asagi, now she is the owner of her own bought floating Kingdom and at the same time the queen of the said kingdom.

Follow Asagi on how will she fare in another world with her own floating Kingdom that she bought in her game store for her idle game and her as it's Queen.

She was a Mage. He was Human. There was a Witch Hunt.
She was targeted. He refused to lose her.
They had allies. They had enemies.

In Book 1, follow Coralis Golmar, AKA Blue Thunder, as she discovers some truths about herself while many people seek her out.
As she conciliates two full-time jobs, she tries to hide what she is from the human-kind. Meanwhile, the list of people wanting her dead grew.
As the true enemies bring forth a witch-hunt to eliminate their threats, she finds herself in the middle of a mythical war. Meanwhile, she worries about her human boyfriend.
As tensions among factions rise and culminate, she realizes one thing: if she wants to survive, she needs to be more brutal and deadlier than those wanting her dead.
What will she be willing to do to protect her loved ones?
Trigger warning and disclaimer: While I do not glorify abuse, the topic is mentioned and implied in some passages. Some chapters are violent, and the violence is gory and brutal.

Note: I've got a trilogy planned out, and then some. Book 2 is complete, but not yet published here.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
Victoria was raised in the mountains where she was abandoned. After her father's accidental death, her mother remarried a wealthy man.
Upon being brought to the city, she discovered that her mother wasn't heartless, but had given all her love to her favored stepdaughter.
Victoria was then married off to the unconscious Edward. Who would have thought that on her wedding night, she would have her pants taken off by her 'vegetative' husband Edward?
Help! If only she had known, she wouldn't have treated Edward. After he recovered, she realized that her husband possessed not only wealth but also a lot of energetic sperm!
Pregnant Victoria, sought after by top doctors, became a prominent figure. Those who had bullied her were in tears. Even the proud Edward was flustered.
This outstanding Victoria was his discovery, so why were people coming forward to claim kinship? Oh well, his wife was too formidable. Whether he was the richest man or not didn't matter; he didn't mind becoming a son-in-law.
Victoria wanted to refuse. She wanted to return to her rightful life and walk the path of a wealthy heiress, with this young and handsome man... No, no! Her back was sore! Edward at home was insatiable!

Trixie was twelve years old when her parents, the Luna and alpha of the pack, were killed in a rogue attack, or what she thought was a rogue attack. Since she was the only child, the only heir, she should have been next in line for the alpha position. Since she was only 12 her uncle took over as alpha. For 5 years her uncle and his family has mistreated her. Stripped her of her title. He has constantly tried to steal her inheritance her parents left her. With time not on his side, her uncle Melvin, signs her up for the yearly tournament being held at palace. Where he plans to finally end Trixie and finally get his hands on her money. Trixie’s luck changes when she’s finds her mates. The twin Lycan Kings.

Blurb:
“I remember bits and pieces, but nothing clear. My mate, King Lucian, has told me stories about my past, but I cannot actually recall the events myself. It is very frustrating,”

The foundation of Celestia's world came crashing down on the night, her pup was wrenched out of her hands and placed in the arms of her mate's first love Afterward she was framed for crimes she didn't commit rejected, stripped of her title as Luna, her wolf and discarded to die a rogue.

But Celestia would not die, she would claw her way back to the top until she stood by the side of the most powerful man on the continent.

Will she be able to claim her revenge or will she take back the man who made her lose it all?

I know what you are thinking!?
That this is a beautiful Lycan Love story. I am exactly not in the right mood to tell you how absolutely wrong you are.
Beautiful? It's not a word I am sure is related to me. Love? I am not entirely sure if I can say I have ever experienced that. Lycan? I have not even been given the luck of being that. What can I even really say I am? Even I lack the right answer to this question. All I know is that right now, I am wrapped around Jacob's back as he runs through the thick forest, blood trickling down my face, his heart beating so fast like it's about to burst open, and am sure he is probably praying to the mother goddess that we do not get caught as he runs with me on his back.
Me?
I am Number 28. No. That is not the name my mother gave me, it is my identity in the pack I come from. I am a Doulos, meaning Slave. No, I am not a slave actually, I am a slave of slaves. Slaves are permitted to keep their birth names, but Doulos, we are identified by numbers, worst than slaves, servants to slaves. We are the lowest rank of shame in the pack, and I, I am one of them, No. 28.
I may have been free once, a noble perhaps, but that may have happened while I was in my mother's womb, and my father was still alive. But everything changed the day I was born. I was told my father died in battle the day I was born while disobeying the Alpha and leading a thousand plus of the packs finest soldiers to death.
My birth name is Ianna Evar, and this is my story beginning from two weeks ago!

Princess Athalia watched her beloved slip toward her own sister, and swore she'd never be outshone again. She married the throne instead of the heart she wanted — and set about making sure her husband's crown would never be questioned, whatever it cost his brother.

What began as court manoeuvring became a pact with a sorceress: in exchange for a vow to never bear a child. Athalia broke that vow— and it cost Athalia everything she'd built: stolen by the one woman she trusted to save them both.

Before she was feared as a witch stealing children through the streets of her own capital, Athalia was a queen who orchestrated her own rival's downfall. Before the kingdom believed her dead, she was a mother searching for a son.

This is the true story of the woman behind the legend of Rapunzel — The Witch in Rapunzel who was once a princess. And it does not begin the way legends usually admit.

Things to Take Note of;
Princess Emelia is originally princess Arianna.
Prince Eric is Prince Frederic.

The rest of the main characters are the same.

Scarlett Scott belongs to a world where werewolves are only able to recognise their destined mate if they have shifted. But then, Scarlett is a wolf-less She-werewolf. But when Rush Rivera, her childhood crush and the Alpha King heir decided to choose her as his mate and future Luna, Scarlett was thrown into a dilemma as the Rogue Lycan Alpha also claimed her as his mate.

Scarlett is tornbetween her loyalty to Rush and her undeniable mate bond with the Rogue who had murdered her parents. With the heat season approaching, the Alpha King with a secret to protect and the Rogue Lycan Alpha out for revenge, Scarlett must decide where her loyalty lies and choose between love and vengeance.

Agatha Gonzales grew up seeking the love and care of a father because even though she had never experienced that with her father, the only thing she always saw was her mother’s suffering at its hands.

Ethan Hernandez comes from a wealthy family and he is an heir. He lives like a prince and is full of his father's love but is no longer with his mother because she has died. He gets everything in life.
In an unexpected turn of events, the paths of the two meet.
Is there hope for the two of them?
What is Agatha willing to do just to be forgiven by the man she loves?
Will they have a happy ending or a tragic one?

Kerri Coleman thought her worst nightmare was divorcing Liam Tate - Hollywood's hottest actor and the man she loved in secret.
But when she exposed their hidden marriage, the world didn't crown her his wife... it crucified her as his scandal. Betrayed, penniless, and hunted by Liam's furious fans, she had nowhere left to turn.
Until she met him.
Arlo Frantz. Infamous mafia boss. The man who claimed he could give her back everything she lost. Fame. Power. Revenge.
But his price wasn't money.
It was marriage.
Now, Kerri must decide: will she risk falling into another dangerous union just to destroy the man who ruined her... or will she lose herself to the devil who wants to own her heart?

Selene Marionette Alvarez was once the devoted Luna-to-be of the West Pack—loyal, kind, and willing to sacrifice everything for love. Betrayed by her mate and her own sister, her life ended under the cold light of the full moon.

But death was not the end.

Bound to a mysterious moon hourglass linked to her bloodline, Selene is sent six years into the past, awakening in a life she no longer lives and a world that has not yet broken her. Armed with memories of betrayal and the truth of her own murder, she returns not as a victim, but as a woman determined to rewrite her fate.

As Selene navigates her second life, she hides her sharp mind and simmering rage behind a familiar mask of warmth and charm. While those around her remain unaware, she carefully reshapes relationships, consolidates her influence, and prepares for the future she knows is coming.

When a new mate—Ryzen Jarren Morwood—enters her life, Selene is forced to confront a question she never expected: can a heart once shattered choose love again?

The Luna Who Reversed the Moon’s Hourglass is a story of revenge, rebirth, and redemption—where fate is challenged, power is reclaimed, and a Luna learns that sometimes survival is only the beginning.

They took everything from her.
Framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Damarys Frostmere spent three years in one of the cruelest prisons imaginable—abandoned by her family, betrayed by her mate, and silenced by a world that refused to hear the truth. But prison didn’t break her.
It forged her.
Now free, Damarys returns to a home that was never truly hers… only to walk away for good. Her family chose her sister. Her mate chose power. And the people who destroyed her life believe she’s too broken to fight back.
They’re wrong.
Armed with forbidden magic, sharpened by years of torment, and driven by a promise to the one person who loved her, Damarys begins her descent into vengeance. One by one, those who betrayed her will pay.
But as she vanishes into a new life, she unknowingly captures the attention of a powerful Alpha—Dante Ravencrest—a deadly man who can’t forget the mysterious woman who saved his life… and may just be his destined mate.
With enemies closing in, secrets unraveling, and a storm of reckoning on the horizon—
Damarys is no longer the girl they condemned.
She is the nightmare they created.
The Luna Chronicles is a spellbinding anthology of five fierce, emotional tales where wounded hearts, ancient magic, and dangerous destinies collide. From a prison survivor who rises as the most powerful wolf-mage, to an omega’s child destined to become Alpha, to a lycan queen seeking vengeance, each story follows women who refuse to remain broken. In worlds ruled by pack law, blood bonds, and moonlit secrets, betrayal is only the beginning—and love may be the most dangerous power of all.

“Ah, there you are, quiet and wanton, just the way I like you.” He groaned in pleasure, wrapping his large hand around my throat as he curved his fingers in me. My knees buckled, and I tried to hold on to my rage, but there was nothing but heat, spreading under my skin like wildfire. Vincent consumed me with every touch.
He brought his mouth down on my neck, and I gave him my throat willingly. Use me. Feed from me. Fuck me.
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She is supposed to marry the enemy, but instead, a monster claims her as his.
Princess Freya Everstorm has spent her life locked away, wolfless and unwanted. On her wedding day to Carden Hawthorn, her only chance at freedom is ripped away when they are attacked by Vincent, the mythical King from a kingdom which shouldn’t exist. Instead of killing her, he takes her as his.
Now, she is trapped in a Kingdom of outcasts and bound to the man who murdered her parents. He is supposed to be her captor. She is his enemy. They should hate each other, and they do, but soon, something forbidden spills through the cracks. She will keep trying to escape no matter what, but he will never let her go.
A plague is destroying his people. Assassins move in the shadows. Carden is coming for his vengeance. War is looming, and yet, they cannot stay away from each other. This forbidden attraction is proving to be … far more dangerous than the war, and she might not survive it.
A dark fantasy romance filled with morally grey anti-heroes, forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers slow burn, and a consuming, possessive and destructive love story about a man who would rather burn the world before he lets her go.

“I don’t care if the whole world wants you, you belong to me.”
“No, I don’t belong to you. Vampires and werewolves do not mix.”
“Yet, here you are in my bed, squirming at my touch. Lie to me, lie to Eidenel, that you don’t feel desire burning in you as I plant my kisses and fingers on your skin.”
"I feel a burning sensation between my legs."


Eidenel was from a special bloodline but by the time she was born, she found herself alone and being used by her pack. Eidenel was the daughter of the Beta of Sudden Fang Pack, but she was born with features that attracted a myth or a prophecy as some would call it.
In past times, the moon goddess had cursed a witch from a vampire pack after she dared intrude into a werewolf pack, and got pregnant by the then Alpha. The lineage was hereby cursed, and that Alpha lost his life. However, his offspring was born and the cursed lineage continued. Whoever was born with a red hoof was said to be from the cursed lineage of the ancestors, and the moon goddess would treat that person's destiny accordingly.
''Eidenel, how come I get to spot red dots on your hoofs sometimes? Sometimes it's pure white like the rest of your body. Is it my eyes?''

They were born enemies.

Isabella knew it the moment she met him.
Alessandro De Luca—the man she was never supposed to touch, love, or trust.

He didn’t know her name.
Didn’t know her blood.
Didn’t know that every smile she gave him was wrapped in betrayal.

For generations, the De Luca and Romano families had been locked in a war written in blood. She was raised to remember it. He was raised to finish it.

Yet in a room filled with champagne, silk, and whispered threats, they fell into something dangerously real.

She loved him knowing it could destroy them both.
He loved her without ever realizing who she truly was.

When the truth finally explodes in gunfire, Isabella disappears—taken back into the family that owns her name, carrying a secret she never meant for him to find.

Their child.

Alessandro searches for her like a man losing his mind. Across cities. Across borders. Across the ruins of a war he thought was over.

Until fate traps him in a forgotten Italian monastery—and puts her back in his arms.

The woman he never stopped loving,
The child he never knew existed,
And a truth powerful enough to reignite a vendetta buried for years.

This time, they run together.

And this time, blood will be paid in full.

She stepped into his world with a stolen name and a secret that could destroy them both.

I never meant to lie my way into the mansion,up until desperation gave me no choice. From a fake ID and borrowed identity. That’s all it took to enter Nathan’s world of ruthless, luxury and famous life.

At fifteen, my childhood ended the day my mother’s health collapsed. Overnight, I became the sole pillar of our survival. The fragile utopia she had painstakingly built for me crumbled into dust. From then on, my world lost all color, all that remained was the ashen pallor of her face and the endless monochrome stack of unpaid bills. My youth slipped away like a paper crown, faded and forgotten long before its time.

Now, at twenty-five, reality has stripped me of my last illusion. Staring at this envelope filled with lies, my lips sealed shut, I could only see my mother’s weakening body and the last few coins in my pocket, I couldn’t refuse this identity.”

My life was stained with my mother’s illness, my father’s silence, and the crushing weight of poverty. Then came the mysterious file.The dangerous offer and the door into a life I was never meant to touch.

Nathan on the other hand, isn’t just rich. He’s powerful, charming and cruel at the same time. He is a man who guards his empire behind cold marble and colder smiles. And me? I’m the maid who never belonged to his class, but survival quickly twisted into seduction as the lies we told each other melted into desire, and the deeper I fell, the less I wanted to escape.

What happens when the girl who has nothing, starts wanting everything?
Let's watch out in this jaw dropping and raw tale gripping love story.

I don't dance because I love it. I dance because I'm a debt collector for my own soul.
My sister hasn't walked in twelve months. That's my fault. I was the one behind the wheel, and I was the one who walked away without a scratch while Lumi lost the use of her legs. Now I spend my days mopping the floors of the elite Vance Academy, watching rich kids complain about their stress while I calculate the cost of my sister's next surgery. I smell like bleach and old sneakers. I dance in dark alleys until my toes bleed, because it is the only time I don't feel like I'm suffocating.
Then Coach Elias sees me. He calls it an opportunity. I call it a paycheck.
If I can survive one semester and win the Winter Gala prize money, I can get Lumi the surgery she needs. But the Academy's golden boy, Caspian Thorne, wants me gone before I ruin something he has never had to work for in his life. He thinks I'm a joke. The girl who learned to pirouette on cracked concrete, playing dress-up in his world.
He's right that I don't belong here. He's wrong about everything else.
I don't know how to play by their rules. I don't know how to smile through the silk ribbons and the trust funds and the inherited grace. But I know how to survive. And in a world where everything shines because I’m the one scrubbing it clean, I’m ready to leave a permanent stain. If I have to break every heart in this building to save my sister, I will. Starting with his.

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This is a reverse harem romance that brings the heat and the happily-ever-after...in one sitting!
She's supposed to be untouchable. Forbidden. The delicious sweetness we're not allowed to crave and a scandal waiting to happen.

Yet, we refuse to go another semester without her in out arms. Another year not knowing the taste of her lips.

Jemma is the beautiful raven-haired temptation from my senior lecture with the captivating green eyes and curves made of sin. She stirs a raw need in us to find out everything about her. To shower her with the beauties of the world just to see her face light up with joy.

We're the kind of men who have nearly everything we want, yet there's one thing missing in our lives. Someone with the softest lips and sweetest heart to warm our souls and bed.

The world would say what we want with my young student is wrong, that men like us can't have a woman like her.

But they're wrong.
Because Jemma promises she wants every inch of what we have to give her.
She's afraid of breaking the rules, but we'll show her how good it feels to finally fall for her filthy professors.

There's nothing crazier than me destroying my own life by dating a crazy man until I ended up pregnant with his damn child. Oh, my child is not wrong, but I started to hate my child when my boyfriend said, "Just abort it!"
In deep hurt and anger, I found myself despairing of life.
I went to see a friend named Damian to get an abortion pill, but through Damian, I found a reason to keep my life and this baby.
When I decided to start a new life, my damn boyfriend Dylan suddenly came back wanting to marry me and take responsibility for this baby.
The planned wedding was canceled because we discovered Dylan's true identity as a mafia member; clearly, my family wouldn't accept that. Another shocking fact I received was that behind Dylan's return, there was an intention to bring down my father.
A fight between my father and Dylan occurred, leading to my father's death, and Dylan still wanted our wedding to happen. And on our wedding day, I gave everyone a big surprise.
"Wow, a black dress. Are you cursing your own wedding?" Dylan stared at me, shocked and angry, in front of all the invited guests.
"Black is a symbol of mourning. And my father just died at the hands of his son-in-law."
Since then, I've spent my days as Dylan's wife and thot about how to get revenge.

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.