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Nova, the scarred outcast of Silverfang pack, is branded a monster after her forbidden power devours the soul of the Alpha’s son in self-defense. Banished and hunted, she’s cornered until Alaric, the fierce future Alpha of rival Nightcrest, claims her as his fated mate, risking war to protect her.
But when her long-lost aunt Morgana appears with promises of family and moon-born legacy, Nova follows… straight into a deadly trap. Morgana wants to sacrifice her to resurrect a dead lover, using Nova’s awakening goddess power as the key.
Trapped between a vengeful pack and a betraying bloodline, Nova must unleash her full celestial might or lose everything, including the alpha who gambled his future on her.
One choice remains: monster, victim, or Moon Goddess reborn?

Warning : 21+

"Who is she? Is that bum you picked up on the street again, Leo?"

Hearing the woman's insults, Leo immediately reacted coldly. He let go of Ruby's hand from his grasp and walked over to the woman with a murderous look that she would never want to see in her life.

"Kneel!" Leo said giving orders.

The woman looked scared, she realized that she had just made a mistake and she would definitely regret it.

"L-Leo, I-I didn't mean-"

"Kneel...!" This time Leo's tone sounded louder. The woman immediately knelt down with her body shaking.

"Lower!"

Because she was afraid, the woman could only do what Leo ordered. Leo grabbed Ruby's hand, asking her to stand right in front of the woman.

"Kiss her feet and beg her forgiveness!"

"Leo, you don't have to-"

"No, Ruby! I don't want anyone to insult and say anything bad about you. It's lucky that you're here, because otherwise, it's certain that she won't see the sun tomorrow with those two eyes!"


Ruby never expected that Leonidas, her poor, neglected and malnourished childhood friend whom she cared for as her own child, now grow up to be a mysterious bad boy with all kinds of unreasonable bad rumors about him.

Leo was once rumored to be a mafia boss, the mistress of a rich socialite, a casino jockey and worst of all, he was rumored to be a hitman.

Leo the international bad boy is the target of many parties because of his sadistic and terrifying actions. Even though many women are crazy about his charm, Leo is so obsessed with Ruby, the love of his life.

Regina Fairchild lives a life defined by quiet survival.
A scholarship student working grueling hours to stay afloat, her anonymity is the only protection she has against a past she'd rather forget.
She's just trying to graduate from the University of California with her scholarship intact, avoiding attention at all costs. But Regina’s carefully constructed world is shattered the moment she catches the eye of Lucas Sinclair.
Lucas is the Campus King, a football god, and currently, Anita Kelly’s golden-crowned boyfriend. He is also the son of a billionaire, a man who lives a world away from Regina’s reality. He shouldn't even know her name, let alone the intimate, painful details of her father’s heroic death. But he does. He’s determined to keep her close, unwilling to let her slip from his grasp again, regardless of her fierce reluctance or the public spectacle he creates.
She becomes the target of every girl who covets Lucas, especially Anita Kelly, his jealous and possessive girlfriend, who will stop at nothing to reclaim her territory.
As Regina struggles to navigate the escalating rivalry, the manipulative schemes, and her own resurfacing trauma, she finds herself drawn to the magnetic, determined Lucas.
Caught between a secret promise, an undeniable attraction that threatens to destroy her life and her future.
Regina must face a terrifying choice, run from the chaos and safety she's always known, or risk everything—including her heart—on the promise of a football star’s obsession.

Arnold Blaze, a ruthless and calculated tycoon, has built his empire with an iron will, sealing deals and crushing competitors without hesitation. His life has always been defined by power and control—until Lilith steps into the picture. Mysterious and fiercely independent, Lilith challenges Arnold in ways he's never encountered, igniting a fire within him that shakes the very foundation of his disciplined world. From their first chaotic meeting—an accidental encounter at a nightclub—Arnold finds himself drawn to Lilith in ways he can't explain. She’s not just another conquest; she’s the one woman he can’t dominate or figure out. The passion between them is undeniable, but it comes with a price: Lilith is wrapped in secrets, and her past is as dangerous as Arnold’s present. As their relationship deepens, Arnold is forced to confront the one thing he’s always avoided—his own emotions. The stakes rise as his rivalry with Victor Sterling, the CEO of a competing company, takes a dark turn. A fierce battle for dominance ensues between Blaze Enterprises and Sterling Industries, with Arnold poised to strike a deal that could solidify his power forever. But just as he’s on the brink of victory, Lilith becomes a target in the cutthroat world of corporate warfare. As secrets from both their pasts unravel, Arnold faces a choice: protect the empire he has spent his life building or risk everything for the woman who’s captured his heart.

I was promised to him.
The cold, ruthless billionaire who rejected me in front of both our families.
Humiliated, I was handed to his younger brother instead.
The easy one. The charming one.
The one I stood beside at the altar while still trembling from the night I spent in his brother’s bed.
It was supposed to be a mistake.
One reckless kiss that spiraled into sin.
But now every vow I take, every touch I endure, feels like a lie because the man I can’t forget is the one I was never meant to touch.
He swore I didn’t matter.
He swore I wasn’t good enough.
So why does he look at me like I already belong to him?
I may wear his brother’s ring.
But my heart and my body are caught in the fire of the one who refused me.
This isn’t love.
It’s forbidden.
And if it doesn’t destroy us all… it will ruin me.

Tiara, wakes up after an accident caused by rogue attack she has no memory of who she is, but everyone in her pack seems to treat her with cautious distance
The Alpha, Maxie, avoids her, even though she feels an unexplainable pull toward him. Late that night, she hears his voice in her head, the unmistakable voice of a mate bond.

She was young, pretty and innocent.. That's what attracted me to her like a bee towards flower.. I wanted to tame her innocence and make her mine.. So i joined her college as a professor even after me being the Mafia King.. I had everything planned but what i never planned was to fall in love with that young beauty.. But bringing her into my dark world is not something safe but I am too selfish to let her go.. She is mine.. I can't imagine her with anyone else other than me thus she is bound with me forever..

I was sold to the palace. The council called it an “honor.”
My father called it a “blessing.”
But the truth is crueler.
I was taken underground, strapped to stone, and used in forbidden rituals meant to create a submissive strong enough to tame the Alpha King’s unstable wolf.

King Draven never approved the experiments.
He never asked for a submissive.
He never asked for me.

But the ritual did something no one expected.

It awakened a bond fate had already written.

When Draven tears open the chamber door, his wolf surges to life for the first time in twenty-five years…because of me.

Now the Alpha King—ruthless, feared, untouchable will burn the world if anyone hurts me.
He refuses to force the bond.
But my wolf kneels for him, shakes for him, chooses him.

And his son, Prince Aiden—the heir I caught his attention watches the bride meant for him slip into his father’s arms.

The kingdom wants me silenced.
Aiden wants me claimed.
Draven wants me protected.

But fate?
Fate wants me at the king’s side as The Alpha King’s Submissive.

Hera is eighteen and has never been in a relationship her entire life. Although pretty, she is only known by her oversized hoodies and glasses.

Baek is a hot, sexy, god of death. Heartless, cold and immortal. All he has ever done is take lives and send the souls where they belong. When it is time for Baek to take the lives of nine students of Trevor's High, he has to spend three days as a student of the school and watch his preys. He bumps into Hera and after staring at her olive grey eyes and fixing her broken glasses, Baek feels strangely pulled to the weird funny girl. He realizes she is going to be one of the student whose lives he has to take in three days time, he feels hurt. An emotion he has not felt for hundreds of years. When it is the third day and Baek has to take the lives of the students during a bus crash on their way to a field trip, he discovers he cannot take Hera's life and so, he sends her into limbo. A life that is neither alive, nor dead.

Will Baek break his own heart in his quest of fulfilling his duties as a grim reaper or would he chose love and risk his very existence?

A flashing light, though blind, is present here in my front. Inside those lights are memories. Memories that cannot be seen in the past, but the memories will indeed happen in the future. All these lights have something in common, and they show a premonition of how I will die in the future.

Should I avoid that death? or take the risk? To know the person behind my death: a repeated life but different outcomes. One thing is for sure that this power is a curse. A journey to repeated deaths starts right now.

It’s the perfect arrangement.A secret NO ONE can know.The mountain man gets his family.And I avoid my biggest nightmare.But can Ab save us when we need him most?He’s everything I've ever wanted.A gifted surgeon. Tall. Dark. And handsome. And he wants to knock me up.But there’s one tiny technicality: I'm his surrogate.Everything goes as planned... Until darkness shows its ugly face.And our relationship blossoms into a full-on love affair.Will the man of my dreams save us from disaster?And will I ever be able to go back to my old life after I deliver the triplets to their father?

Lucas finds himself being dragged away by two men while out for a walk after finding out that his father was in a lot of trouble and he was the only "thing" that could solve the problem.

He didn't think that night would change his life forever and he would fall deeply in love with thee most dangerous man on earth.

LITERALLY.

Betrayed by the one she called her mate, and sister, Bella was humiliated and thrown from the pack. She vowed to take revenge on those who hurt her. When Alpha Arthur found her bleeding and left for dead by the side of the road, he healed her and took her to his pack.After rejecting Bella, he regretted it very much. When he met Bella again, there was Arthur by her side.

"My son hasn't spoken in two years. Why did he speak to you?"
Ivy touched her scarred cheek and looked down. "I don't know, Alpha. I just... felt his pain."
​Twenty women tried to tame the Alpha's feral son. Only Ivy succeeded. With no memory of who she is, Ivy accepts the job as a nanny for the Crescent Pack. She ignores the hateful glares of the Alpha's fiancée and the cold suspicion of his mother. All she cares about is little Liam.
​But secrets don't stay buried forever. As Ivy’s memories begin to return with sparks of blue electricity, a deadly trap is set.
Accused of theft and exiled by the very man she was starting to love, Ivy is left to die.
When Alpha Leo finally learns the truth—that he just banished his true mate and his son’s real mother—the hunter becomes the desperate protector.
The chase is on.

In the continent of Kinenhi, ravaged by past conflict and war, an age of peace and harmony has endured for years. Trade and commerce are flourishing among the six village nations. In the warrior village- Karasuma, the Legacy Trials are about to begin, which tests the mettle of the young and uninitiated. A host of budding warriors train to contend against each other in battles of melee, magic, and the mind. Among them are heroes of the future, who shall possess unbridled power and suffer cruel choices of fate.

Meanwhile, evil lurks in the dark, plotting and scheming to rupture the fabric of peace, and pit village against village, ally against ally, and hero against hero. As matters escalate, dark secrets buried deep come to the fore, and a long-forgotten prophecy is revived from oblivion. Will the heroes respond to the call of destiny? Brace yourself for a journey through beautiful landscapes, electrifying battles, stirring romance, and spine-tingling mystery.

When the deputy police chief is found dead in Innsmouth Harbor—naked, bearing a strange symbol, and arranged like a ritual sacrifice—Detective [Name] sees only a staged deception.
The victim’s wife seems too perfect, and his mistress is too eager to confess. Buried records reveal seven ignored distress calls.
Then, the autopsy reveals that the symbol was carved by two people.
Now, the wife’s gentle mask shatters.
The tide pulls back to reveal what’s been hidden all along.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I walked into the penthouse suite at the Plaza with twelve bodyguards at my back.
The room was thick with smoke, and the music was loud enough to make the floor shake. Seven or eight of New York's most well-connected heirs were sprawled across the sofas. When I came in, their champagne glasses stopped halfway to their mouths.
Dante Moretti sat right in the middle.
His shirt was open three buttons down, and he had his arm around a blonde. When he saw me, he didn't even change position. He just lit a cigarette, taking his time about it.
"Vivian." He blew out a stream of smoke and smiled lazily. "You're five years older than me. You should have figured out by now that you can't keep me on a leash. You've been managing me all these years. Aren't you tired?"
The girl in his arms giggled and traced little circles on his chest with one finger.
"Honey, once a woman's past thirty, she should just accept it." She batted her lashes at me. "Men like things fresh."
The whole room laughed.
I laughed with them.
Five years. I had wrestled the family back from his uncles and put him in the seat as head of the Moretti family. And he had dumped the entire weight of it on me and gone off to enjoy himself all over the world with one new face after another.
Every time I came to drag him home, his excuse was always the same: "I'm still young. I'm not done having fun."
In those five years, I had cleaned up more of his messes and buried more of his tabloid stories than I could count.

All of New York said Vivian Moretti must be desperately in love with her young husband to put up with this much.
No one knew the real reason.
I indulged him only because of his face.
That face of his — a striking mirror of his own elder brother, my white moonlight who had left this world too soon.
For five long years, I had spun for myself an elaborate dream.
And now, it was time to wake.

For eighteen months, I was Adam Sterling’s secret lover.
By day, I taught his seven-year-old daughter French. By night, I warmed his bed.
He gave me a luxury apartment, expensive jewelry—everything but a commitment.
I thought I was his woman… until his ex-wife came back. That’s when I understood—I was just a high-end toy.

Used in front of her, then thrown away like trash.

I fled to Paris, carrying his child.
Now he says he loves me, that it’s real this time.
But the girl who used to get wet from just one look from him?
She's gone.

Weak, wolfless, and disposable—that’s how my pack sees me.
When the test results revealed the lowest score any wolf had ever received, I was ostracized and ignored by my pack. Under the new decree of the law, I was sent to the Royal Palace as the Alpha King’s concubine.
Life at the palace was completely different from anything I had ever experienced. I was pampered, given a place to stay, and showered with luxuries beyond my wildest dreams. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
Something sinister is happening in the Royal Palace.
Little did I know, the moment I entered the palace, I stepped into a web of lies and deceit, with dangers lurking around every corner—dangers orchestrated by the Alpha King himself... or so I thought.
My name is Relina Keane, and this is my story of how I became entangled between Aslan Grimulf, my alpha attendant who offers the normalcy I crave but hides untold secrets, and the Alpha King, the man I have hated and feared since our first accidental encounter.
MxFxM werewolf shifter royal romance with elements of slight violence, steamy romance, and countless plot twists.

Three years ago, I married Rex Cavano—New York's most dangerous mafia don—for this face. Not for love. Because I looked like his stepsister Isabella, the woman his family tore from him and sent to Rome.

I thought time would make him forget her. Until three months ago, when she came home a widow, and I finally understood: a substitute is always just a substitute. When the original returns, the fake gets thrown away.

So I made a decision.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers and accepted a job in a war zone in Colombia.

I'm leaving. Taking our child with me—a secret he'll never know—disappearing from his world forever.

A transfer notice brings the heir of the Sicilian mafia into an elite high school, hiding her true identity behind an ordinary facade.
She soon gets tangled up in fickle affection, brutal bullying and vicious schemes. The playboy treats everyone as his game pieces, while the arrogant school beauty keeps provoking her, even hiring thugs to destroy her.
Everyone takes her for a vulnerable newcomer, unaware that beneath her calm appearance lies a ruthless and powerful soul. She defeats assailants bare-handed, exposes framed plots and tears off all hypocritical masks with cold determination.
When the luxurious black convoy arrives, her hidden power shocks all. Those once arrogant nobles are forced to bow down.
No one can afford the price of offending a queen. The farce of campus life comes to an end, and her bloody legend is just beginning.

I was nine months pregnant, soaking in the tub, when an anonymous email popped up.
The first attachment was my husband’s medical report. [Severe Azoospermia. 100% Sterile.]
I touched my swollen belly. If Arthur was sterile, whose baby was this?
The second attachment was a news article. [Billionaire's Pregnant Wife Drowns in Master Bath.]
The publication date was tomorrow morning. I thought it was a sick prank.
Then, the bathroom door opened. My husband stood there, loosening his tie.
"You look beautiful tonight," he murmured.

My son needed $500,000 to survive the night. My husband is a billionaire. The money never came.
Kieran Hale never signed off on our son's treatment. That call belonged to his chief of staff. Liora wanted forms, signatures, a second opinion. When I phoned Kieran from the hospital hallway, begging, he told me to do what Liora said.
Caspian died while I was still filling out paperwork.
I buried him with money borrowed from a mother I hadn't spoken to in seven years. When I told my husband our son was dead, he looked me in the eye and told me not to wish death on my own child. He thinks I'm hiding Caspian at my mother's to punish him. He thinks I'll come crawling back.
Instead, I handed him divorce papers.
He still has no idea what he's already lost.

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood, he knelt amidst the rubble, desperately clawing at the stones, screaming my name. It was only after I left that he truly understood the meaning of loss...

I once believed that love could transcend life and death.

Until the terminal stage of Moon Eclipse Disease, when my husband personally gave the life-saving opportunity to my younger sister—that orphan girl I had rescued.

He said the pack needed a gentle Luna like her.

My son clung to her, calling her 'Mom.' My parents crowned her with what should have been mine.

Fine, so you all want me dead?

Then I'll stake everything on one final gamble.

After I die, I want every single one of you to be tortured by the truth.

For three years, I lived like a bird trapped in the gilded cage of Mafia don Victor Russo. Beneath every kiss and calculated caress, I bided my time. I had grown to love him, lost in the warmth of his affection.

But when I finally learned I was nothing more than a stand-in for his beloved Elaina, I struck back. I drained eighty million dollars from his accounts and fled to Europe. There, I chased down every lead I had uncovered and built a security empire of my own.

I never imagined a deadly conspiracy would drag me back to New York — and straight back to Victor. Revenge is within my grasp, yet that reckless, all-consuming love still lingers. And I don’t know which path to choose.

Everyone in the Night Realm knew that my husband, the Vampire Lord Valerius, suffered from a blood curse that fiercely repelled the opposite sex.

Any skin-to-skin contact with a woman would cause his flesh to fester and trigger a soul-shattering backlash.

That included me.

In our century together, we never shared a single embrace.

On the day we forged our Blood Pact, I tried to touch him, only to be violently thrown back, coughing up blood upon impact.

That was until vampire hunters set our ancestral castle ablaze. Pinned beneath broken timber, I reached out to him for help on pure instinct.

Valerius dodged my hand. Instead, he turned and gathered that terrified little human girl, Genevieve, into his arms, comforting her with unwonted tenderness:

"Don't be afraid. I'll get you out of here."

His body showed not a single sign of rejection.

It turns out that a so-called deadly blood curse automatically breaks in the presence of true love.

Since my century of pathetic groveling had only ever moved myself, I decided I no longer wanted this Blood Pact.

To celebrate his startup's funding, my boyfriend Liam forced me to eat a cake baked by his female best friend, Mia.

I immediately smelled peanuts. He knew I was deathly allergic, but he pressured me to take a bite anyway.

When the reaction hit—my throat closing, hives burning my skin—I reached for my EpiPen.

Mia snatched it first.

She turned my only lifeline into a party trick, tossing it in the air while the room cheered.

I grabbed Liam's arm, gasping for air.

"Still pulling this stunt?" he sneered, jerking out of my grip. "Faking an attack over a little jealousy? Then fucking die."

No one believed me. No one helped.

Pulling out my phone with trembling and numb fingers, I sent a final text to my brother before everything went completely dark.

I am a Kitsune exiled from the East. Every twenty years, I must consume a soul soaked in pure sin to grow a new tail and survive.
With only ten days left to live, I was desperate. Then I met Julian. He gently paid off my crushing debts with a smile so warm, I almost thought I’d met an angel.
Until he leaned in close. Beneath his expensive woodsy cologne, I caught the heavy, undeniable stench of fresh women's blood.
I lowered my head, hiding the sudden thrill in my eyes.
I had finally found my monster.

I grew up believing Elina was the perfect daughter… until the witch ripped open my memories.

Now everyone sees what I lived through: the staged kindness, the fake innocence, the way she ruined me while smiling like a saint.
And the worst part?
They believed her. Every time.

Dragged into a dungeon, forced to relive the truth, I’m done playing the “grateful stray.”
If they want the real story, I’ll show them every wound they ignored—

And when it’s over, they won’t see me as the broken one anymore.

I was vacationing in Miami with my mother when my husband’s female right-hand woman sent me a photo out of the blue. In the picture lay an elderly woman stripped half-naked, her body covered in fresh blood, paired with a cocky voice memo.
The audio blared Gina’s arrogant tone:
[Cecilia, keep your greedy, miserly mother in check!]
[How dare she sneak into the mansion Don Vito just bought for his own mother to mooch off him? She’s got zero shame!]
[I spared her a breath. No need to thank me.]
I froze on the spot and glanced up.
My mother was sitting right across from me, safe and sound.
I zoomed in on the photo without delay, and my heart dropped straight to my stomach.
That woman sprawled on the pavement was my mother-in-law!
I immediately dialed Gina’s number. “Gina, have you lost your mind? That’s Vito’s mother!”
Gina’s tone remained utterly dismissive. “Come on! Vito made it clear. Your mother’s just your mother, his mother’s his own. He’s never once considered your side of the family his real kin.”

He divorced me for a girl who reminded him of who I used to be.

For five years, I played the perfect wife.

I traded my motorcycle for a luxury car, my camera for boardroom meetings, and my freedom for the suffocating rules of his old-money world.

I changed everything about myself to make him happy.

But when he looked at me, all he saw was a cold, calculating socialite.

He told me he missed the girl who used to ride through the desert with him at 2 AM.

He forgot that he was the one who made me sell my bike.

I didn’t fight when he handed me the divorce papers.

I just asked for the car and the lake house, then quietly signed my name.

He thought I was being greedy.

He didn’t realize that when I walked out the door, I was also taking the copyrights to his company’s billion-dollar project and the shares I had been quietly buying for years.

He got the girl who looked like the old me.

But I walked away with everything.

I got paid to test-sleep an heiress's fiancé.
One problem: he's my boss.
Bigger problem: I've been catfishing him online for six months—as his fiancée.
Now I'm pregnant. And he just called my real name.

Bianca McIntyre once had it all—wealth, power, and the promise of a fairytale life. But when tragedy struck and her family died, she made the mistake of trusting Marcus Steele, the charming heir who became her husband. For three years, he betrayed her, drained her inheritance, and shattered her heart. On their anniversary, she caught him in bed with her best friend—and walked away from everything.

On a flight to Spain, broken and desperate, Bianca met a mysterious older man who offered her three nights of freedom. Three nights of passion, escape, and raw desire. She never asked his name… until fate revealed the shocking truth.

Her stranger wasn’t just any man—he was Leon Steele. Marcus’s father. The ruthless patriarch of the Steele empire.

Drawn into a forbidden affair, Bianca finds herself caught in a dangerous game of lust, power, and betrayal. Marcus wants to destroy her, Leon wants to protect her, and secrets threaten to tear everything apart.

Now Bianca must fight for her legacy, her heart, and the child who could change everything. But will she survive her father-in-law's forbidden passion?

lAdeline spent her youth programming cyborgs for her father Gustavo's mechanical firm in an apocalyptic world where machines control seventy percent of civilization. When Gustavo dies in a freak laboratory accident, Adeline expects to inherit the business. Instead, her absent mother returns, reveals she is actually a power-hungry stepmother, and forces Adeline into a marriage of convenience with Joffrey, the heir of a rival pharmaceutical dynasty.

On her wedding night, Adeline catches Joffrey in bed with her stepmother. She uncovers a gruesome conspiracy: her stepmother suffers from a genetic defect preventing cybernetic integration, and the pair arranged the marriage to harvest Adeline’s bone marrow for a risky transplant that would likely kill her. Escaping just in time, Adeline calls Alessio, Gustavo’s secretive former bodyguard.

While fleeing, Adeline discovers her father built an override code capable of halting the violent cyborg Revolution, a breakthrough corrupt government officials actively suppress to profit from perpetual wartime plunder. During her escape, Adeline accidentally awakens an ancient, god-tier System. This interface assigns her strategic survival tasks and rewards her with quintillions of digital coins, granting her the financial power to buy entire cities, acquire advanced armies, and take control of the broken world. With Alessio guarding her while concealing his own dangerous agenda, Adeline must change from a hunted heiress into a sovereign force determined to avenge her father, topple corrupt syndicates, and rebuild humanity on her own terms.

Emily Hart just landed the dream job: personal secretary to the sinfully rich, dangerously fine CEO of Steele Empire.
Naturally, she celebrated the only way she knew how—club lights, thumping beats, a killer dress, and shots flowing until reality blurred and pleasure took the wheel.
Then he happened. Dominic Steele. Billionaire boss. Ruthless in the boardroom. Untamed in the bedroom.
He saw her—hips swaying, lips smirking, black dress clinging like a second skin—and didn't ask for a name. He just took. One night. One filthy, breathless, back-arching night. No promises. No names. Just raw heat and moans that echoed past midnight.
Monday morning changed everything. The man who had made her beg without words now stood behind a glass desk in a tailored suit. She was his new secretary, unable to meet his gaze without remembering how he'd made her scream.
She thought he was cocky as hell. He thought she was the sweetest kind of chaos.
Then came the unexpected. A missed period. Suddenly, it was no longer just business. It was Daddy, please...

When Maria is chosen in the Bridal Selection to become King Argus's bride, Eleanor refuses to let her sister be sent to a man rumored to have killed his previous brides.
Eleanor plans an escape for the both of them. But Maria convinces her that it wasn't a good idea, only to secretly disappear on the very morning King Argus's kingdom arrives to collect his bride. Leaving Eleanor as her perfect substitute.
Forced into a marriage with the ruthless king, Eleanor vows to hate him until the day she dies.
But Argus has other plans.
The king who swore never to love again finds himself falling for his new bride—unaware that Eleanor is the reincarnation of Eudora, his first love who he believed had betrayed him.
And when the truth comes to light, Argus must face the devastating reality: The woman he has fallen in love with, is the very woman destined to destroy him.
Meanwhile, Maria's escape leads her straight into the hands of Alpha Hanzo—the very man who tortures her even after discovering that she was his mate.
Now Hanzo wants to accept the bond and make amends.
But how can Maria love the man who made her wish for death?

The Queen of Blades, Rika dies, hoping for a better life for the remaining survivers leaving a ruined world and she regrets not living a long happy and full life before her death. She awakes as a newborn in a strange but peaceful environment, in the same world of the novel Dreaming Kiss. Rika is reborn as Ulrika Vincent and realizes that she's got a scumbag of a Prince to cut out of her new life. And she wants to save her favorite character, Grand Duke Aric Solheim and what better way to do that than have a one night stand with him and get pregnant by him!

Sophia Johnson, a dedicated reporter, finds herself entangled in a passionate and complex love triangle. It all begins at an ex-CEO's retirement party, where she encounters Harry Stone, the irresistible billionaire heir and CEO of the company. What starts as a magnetic attraction soon evolves into a risky proposal.

Desperate to hold onto his CEO position, Harry suggests an audacious plan to Sophia: she should pretend to be his fiancée for five months, and in return, he offers her a substantial financial reward. Sophia, burdened by crushing student loan debts and the financial struggles of her family, reluctantly agrees. What she doesn't anticipate is the emotional rollercoaster this contract engagement will become.

As the charade unfolds, Sophia falls deeply in love with Harry, only to have her heart shattered when he ends their arrangement to pursue what he believes is his ideal partner. Despite being compensated for her role, Sophia carries a heart-wrenching secret—one she only discovers months after leaving the company: she is carrying Harry's child. The tumultuous nature of their contract engagement makes her hesitant to return to him.

Amid a whirlwind of love, desire, secrets, and betrayal, Sophia grapples with her feelings and the life-changing consequences of her decisions. Will Harry ever come to realize he has a child with Sophia, and will Sophia emerge from this web of deceit and passion with her heart and future intact?

She just wanted to start over.

After a childhood marked by trauma and invisible scars, Isabella Monteiro decided to live in silence, hiding her pain behind a charming smile.

But fate has never been kind.

Caught between two completely opposite worlds, Isabella finds herself at the center of a war for her heart.

On one side, Alexander Carter, the perfect CEO—sophisticated, polite, a man who seems to have stepped out of a dream. He protects her, respects her, and awakens in her the feeling of finally being safe.

On the other, Dante Navarro, a dangerous drug dealer with a gaze that can burn to the soul. Brutal, intense, and with an obsession that can destroy her... or free her.

Between Alexander's heaven and Dante's shadows, Isabella will discover that love can be her salvation... or her ruin.

In my past life, my rival and I were both top-tier Wall Street tycoons. I gave up my entire fortune for my fiancée, only to be set up by her and her lowly bodyguard, dying a miserable death in a pool of blood.

Reborn on the night of our engagement bidding, she sat on her high horse, demanding I hand over my hundred-billion-dollar empire.

All of New York was waiting for me to wag my tail like a good dog and sign the papers just to win her over.

But what she didn't know was...

The prestigious family she was so proud of was nothing but a rotting shell. The moment I cut off the secret cash flow keeping them afloat, her so-called "true love" wouldn't survive a single day in this vanity fair.

She thought she was choosing a pure, noble romance. In reality, she just bought a one-way ticket to hell.

Manhattan City Hall, ten minutes before the marriage certificate is issued.
I looked at the prenuptial agreement, what flashed through my mind was not a sweet future, but the tragic ending of my past life—prison bars, fabricated evidence, and my wife Selena's cold face in court.
me to hell without hesitation .
Having been reborn, this time I will not be anyone's stepping stone again.
The real game only began the moment the agreement was torn up.

My name is Leo Carson, I am eighteen years old, and I am dying.
Three years ago, my uncle Thomas stole the 500,000 Aurora Coins and the Awakening Potion that my parents left me with a fake psychiatric evaluation report, and threw me into the Rust Zone to die.
For the past three years, I have worked as a child laborer in a chemical plant, working sixteen hours a day and being treated like a dog.
Until Hela, the goddess of death, appeared and gave me the Book of Judgment . As long as I write down the other person's name and manner of death, they will die.
Now, those who have wronged me, it's time for you to pay your debts.

I severed our Mate Bond with my own hands.

In that moment, I lay unconscious, bleeding under the silvery moonlight, while he knelt some distance away, clutching his chest as if he had been hollowed out.

Once, he shielded me from nine silver stakes, only to crown another woman; he placed my protective pendant around her neck, then cast me into a water prison. He professed, “I love only you,” yet stood outside my hospital room, nursing her child as if it were his own.

I loathed him, resolved to leave.

I believed this was the end.

Little did I know, as I thought I had finally gained my freedom, he would chase after the debts of blood and regret, intruding upon the new life I was rebuilding—

To redeem a love that no longer sought redemption.

I was the hottest A-list actress in Hollywood, until a few deepfaked videos of me "abusing assistants" and malicious photos of my "rotting face" dragged me straight to hell.
In just one month, I became a monster despised by the entire internet.
Facing tens of thousands of death threats telling me to "die with a rotting face."
They wanted me to die crying. I didn't. Instead, I decided to express my deepest gratitude to the bullies who ruined my life.
And my "thank you" is going to cost a fortune.
But I never imagined the real monster wasn't hiding behind a screen—he was holding the syringe.

I used to think Jude was my one way out, my only salvation when my life fell straight into hell.
He pulled strings to get my mom into emergency surgery and helped me handle my dad’s funeral. He even promised he’d give me a home.
I believed him. So I married him. And for eight years, I let him take my blood every single month; he said it was for “routine health monitoring.”—Eight years, 9,999 milliliters.
Until that night, when I heard him with my own ears, talking to his friend:
“Lily’s blood type is rare. Lynn and her mom? They’re just ready-made blood banks.”
He didn’t marry me out of love. He married me to keep a “living blood bag” in hand.
I rested a hand on my still-flat belly and I laughed.
So this was what our marriage really was. From start to finish, it was a slaughter dressed up as love.
Fine. Then let’s see when it was time for the sacrifice, who ended up on the altar.

"Call me brother," he whispered, pressing me against the wall, his erection hard against my stomach.
For twelve years, we played this dangerous game. By day, I was his obedient foster sister. By night, I was his obsession.
He never went all the way—saving me for marriage, he claimed—but he did everything else. His fingers knew every wet corner of my body. His mouth had tasted my pleasure a thousand times. He groomed me to be the perfect toy for his bed.
"You're mine, Julie. Only mine."
But then Lena came back.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was locked. Suddenly, I heard her screams of pleasure instead of mine.
He didn't touch me anymore. He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You're just a sister. Stop acting like a jealous lover."
He threw away twelve years of intimacy for a fresh body.
I packed my bags, leaving behind the lingerie he bought me, the toys we used.
When he finally realized Lena was a fake, he came running back, eyes wild, wanting to claim what he thought was still his property.
"Spread your legs for me, Julie," he begged, reaching for me.
I slapped his hand away. "Go fuck your sister, Daniel. I'm done."

My wife had an affair.
Not only that, she casually indulged her lover over the phone, allowing him to crush the bones of my right hand, known as the "Hand of God," right in front of our six-year-old child, with a stomp of his shoe. I could never hold a tool again.
Natalie thought I was just a poor, pathetic loser earning a dead-end salary, so she brazenly let her gigolo trample all over me.
But what she had no idea of was that her proud identity as a transnational female CEO was merely a toy casually tossed to her by the top old-money family I belong to in New York.
When dozens of bulletproof armored vehicles smashed through the gates and my father, the patriarch, descended like the god of death, her arrogant self finally crumbled like a stray dog.
She screamed and jumped into the icy, bone-chilling lake to retrieve the diamond ring I had discarded, wailing and begging to chop off her own hand to compensate me.
But I just held the stunning British Duchess in my arms, watching coldly as she fell into an abyss of eternal damnation.
This love, tainted with shit, whoever wants it can have it!

Everyone says I'm lucky— a noble lady from the Miller family, doors open for me when I walk out, heads bow when I come home.
But deep down, I know the truth. I live like a “spare”: covering for my father’s mistakes, taking the fall for my stepsister.
Even the bodyguard I thought I could rely on is only here for Emma.
I caught him using Emma's photo to relieve himself, heard his Underboss mock him for acting as a bodyguard to me, just to make Emma feel his heart.
He was my bodyguard, yet when danger struck, he shielded Emma.
When I lashed out at him, punishing him for Emma’s faults, he secretly returned the favor, giving me ninety-nine lashes in retaliation.
Finally, I agreed to marry into the Jones Family and became the “vegetative Don’s” wife.
I took the money, moved to Manhattan, and became the most dignified Mrs. Jones: keeping watch over a mute husband, at least no longer having to worry about a knife in my heart.