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Aria is desperate. Her best friend, Lena, needs surgery.

A mysterious offer appears: a contract to spend 30 nights with a rich man who needs a virgin.

The payment equals the surgery cost.

Aria signs, thinking it’s a shameful but harmless deal.

She’s taken to Kael Donovan’s estate, massive, intimidating, surrounded by forest.

Kael is distant, treating her like an object.

He believes she’s just another human pure but replaceable.

Their first night is awkward, tense, electric. She senses something feral in him.

Development
Kael’s wolf, Rhett, reacts violently the moment he touches her growling “Mate.”

Kael refuses to believe it. The curse shouldn’t allow him a mate.

He decides to keep her anyway for the sake of breaking the curse.

Aria feels strange sensations hearing whispers, her senses sharpening but thinks it’s fear.

Kael starts acting possessive, jealous when she smiles at his guards.

He hates how much he wants her. She hates how much she needs him.

Their nights turn passionate and raw, but he still keeps his heart locked.

Aria’s emotions deepen. She starts to see the man behind the Alpha.

Rising Tension
Aria learns bits about the curse Kael’s pack is dying out, and his inability to bond might destroy them.

Selene Voss, Kael’s chosen fiancée by alliance, visits the mansion.

She instantly despises Aria, sensing the mate bond before Kael admits it.

Selene begins plotting.

"Emma, this is a big night for the pack. The Alphas gathered here tonight could be important potential allies. You need to make a good impression." My father said.
"Potential husbands for your daughter, you mean?" I retort. "The way you used Mom to make an alliance before casting her aside when your 'true mate' appeared."
I cast a disdainful glance at Lisa, my father's 'true mate'. Her smile tightens but, for once, she doesn't speak.
"Mind your tone," my father snarls a warning, "At least your mother knew her place. You would do well to remember yours."
"My place? Is that what you call this? So you're grooming me to be like Mom. To be used and then thrown away when a prettier option appears?"
"That's enough!" My father grinds his teeth. "You will do exactly what I say for once. You'll meet whoever I want you to meet. You'll play nice and do what's best for the pack."
"I'm not going to repeat your mistake, I'm not going to end up like Mom!"


Emma, the daughter of the Alpha of the SilverPine Pack, grew up witnessing her father secure power through a political marriage to her mother. But when he found his true mate, he reduced Emma's mother to a slave and allowed Lisa to humiliate and torment her. This painful experience made Emma swear never to repeat the same fate or become a sacrifice for pack alliances.
Forced to attend the Choosing Party by her father, Emma rebels and escapes, unexpectedly sharing a one night stand with Ethan, Alpha of the IronClaw Pack. What she thought was a fleeting encounter shocks her when she discovers Ethan is the very match her father arranged for her.
Though drawn to Ethan, the shadow of her mother's suffering haunts Emma. She vows to find her true mate within 30 days or... do whatever it takes to make Ethan willingly give up the marriage...

Four desperate men—Adrian Kane, Liam Cross, Ezra Black, and Damien Hart—receive identical invitations promising unimaginable wealth in just thirty days.
There’s only one condition: survive.

Taken to a secluded estate and cut off from the outside world, they are thrown into a series of escalating challenges where failure is not an option—it’s a death sentence. What begins as a high-stakes competition for money quickly turns into something far more sinister: a controlled experiment designed by a shadowy organization that rewards ruthlessness and punishes hesitation.

Alliances form. Trust shatters. And every decision comes with a cost.

As the days grow darker, the truth becomes clear—this is not a game meant to be beaten. It is a system designed to break them, reshape them, and choose only one survivor.

In the end, only one will walk away.

And survival may be the worst fate of all

"You want Daddy to ruin that tight little p***y, don’t you, babygirl?"

"Mmm… yes, Daddy… please… I need it harder…"

"Get on your knees and beg like the filthy slut you are. Tell Daddy exactly how you want to be used."

"Oh f**k… Daddy, fill me up… I’m your dirty little secret…"

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Step inside 30 Steamy Daddy Tales — an explosive collection of thirty scorching hot stories packed with intense, no-holds-barred encounters. From possessive Daddies claiming their brats, to wicked stepdaddies, ruthless older men, and every filthy fantasy in between.

This stories delivers it all: rough domination, breeding, age-gap tension, spanking, bondage, public risk, breeding kink, DDLG, and plenty of creamy, screaming climaxes. Whether it’s one-on-one, sharing with friends, or full-on group debauchery — these pages are dripping with pure, unapologetic lust.

r**w… if you’re brave enough to call Daddy “Sir.”

She sacrificed a brilliant career to be his secret wife. But on their anniversary, he gifted his precious first love a $15M piano, while tossing her a dog-eared cookbook. In that moment, seven years of silent devotion died. The countdown began.

For thirty days, she watched his other woman move in. For thirty days, she endured his neglect and cruelty. She let them believe they had won. All while quietly securing the world-class career she once walked away from.

When the clock struck zero, she boarded the flight without a look back. He was left holding the empty life she built, finally screaming a name he never truly valued—into a silence she no longer cared to hear.

My entire family betrayed me.

My husband Keith threatened divorce to force me into donating bone marrow to save my sister Berenice's life.

My parents slapped me across the face, screaming I owed her everything.

Thirty days in an underground lab, Keith wined and dined Berenice while I got steel needles driven through my spine daily.

When I begged Keith for help through the agony, he texted back: "Stop playing victim. Disgusting."

I died alone on day thirty. Keith arrived with divorce papers, ready for one final insult, but received a decomposing corpse crawling with maggots.

But when the truth came out, why did my loving family completely lose their minds?

Three years ago, on their way to attend my graduation art exhibition, the cruise ship carrying my fiancé and my family caught fire.

Over the past three years, I downed sleeping pills countless times, desperately wanting to follow them into the afterlife. Every single time, my adopted sister, Serena, saved me, crying hysterically as she shoved her fingers down my throat to make me throw up.

"They are already gone! Harper, you can't keep living in the past. You have to live on for their sake!"

After fainting from yet another high fever and being rushed to the hospital, I was diagnosed with terminal leukemia.

The doctor said I had a month left, at most.

I refused their advice to find a bone marrow match. Clutching my family's belongings, I decided to go back to our old estate in the suburbs for one last look.

While I was walking in a daze, a little boy running wildly crashed hard into my legs.

A male voice that had haunted my dreams for years rang out from behind me. "Alistair, if you keep running off, what will you do if Mommy and Daddy don't want you anymore?"

In an instant, it felt like I had been plunged into freezing water. I froze in place.

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Juggling her career and family, Thea fought to keep her marriage alive after her husband lost his job. She hired a nanny to help—never guessing she was welcoming her own replacement.
"The three of us look more like a family than with you, mommy."
That was the final nail.
She walked away. No custody battle. No tearful goodbyes. Just silence. And from that silence, she rose—stronger, sharper, and impossible to break.
Enter Ezra Harrington.
Billionaire. CEO. Her boss.
Cold-blooded in more ways than one.
He wants Thea—but not just in the boardroom. He's hungry for more.
Her blood sings to him.
Her strength tempts him.
Her fire threatens to consume him.
But Thea doesn't kneel.
Not for love. Not for monsters.
Not even for the devil in a custom Armani suit.
Now her past is clawing back—
A husband begging for a second chance. A child she ne er stopped loving. And a vampire boss who'd destroy the world to keep her.
T.W: Dub-con, vampirism/alpha dominance, workplace relationship, dark romance etc.

Alice was a plain girl. Everything about her was ordinary; plain dresses, plain hair, plain face. When she applied to an assistant position for the most famous company in the city, the Alonzo Company, she wasn't aware that her life was about to change for good.

The two heirs of the Alonzo family, Matt and Damion were brothers and the most vicious rivals from the childhood. They were known with their keen eyes to see a prize, even if it was buries six feet under the ground. They could recognize it and dig it out. When Matt seen Alice, it was no different for him. He was willing to scrape the shell of her and make her his. And he was willing to do it before his brother comes in to the picture. If he recognizes the same thing Matt seen in Alice, a competition was inevitable.

And Matt was more than ready to face Damion if necessary.

@Not one, but more

Every person is born with two shadows: their own, and their Echo—a silent counterpart whose experiences shape their instincts and fears across different timelines. Most never see their Echo. But on the night of a rare astral convergence, Amelie's Echo steps out of her shadow and becomes flesh—manifesting as Dexter, a man with memories of her unborn destiny. After one impossible night together, he vanishes into light. When reality begins to glitch and Dexter returns piece by piece through the shadows of others, Amelie discovers she is a Cartographer of Fate—and that their love is a metaphysical mistake the universe will do anything to correct.

I’ve been bitter rivals with Darius since childhood. Then we both get trapped in a truth maze, forced to spill our darkest secrets. I hold a deadly secret: a dragon egg, conceived on the night the dragon king was drugged and consumed by feral rage. The maze will not let us leave until we bare everything. My greatest enemy is the father of my child — and he hides a secret he has not dared to speak for eight long years.

"You dare kill your own fated Mate—you'll die too!"

The instant the silver knife went in, his pupils shrank. Her answer was to drag him down with her into the freezing depths of the lake.

Three months ago, Serena was the happiest woman in the world. Her husband Miles was gentle and caring, never looking down on her half-human blood. But that glass of heartvine-laced wine at their wedding became the beginning of a nightmare—he delivered her into the Alpha's bedroom with his own hands, all for a chance at promotion.

Her mother driven to death, the entire Pack spitting on her, "BITCH" sprayed across her car—and her husband smiling as he said: "What else is a half-blood good for?"

So she raised the silver knife.

But death wasn't the ending. When she opened her eyes again—her neck was clean, no bite mark, the calendar frozen on the very night it all began. The Alpha's Mating Ball.

Reborn, her eyes were cold as the water at the bottom of a lake.

This time, she would no longer be the drugged prey pushed into that room. She would smile—sweet and obedient—while sending every single person who hurt her and her mother straight to their graves.

And Dominic, the Alpha who once called another woman's name, was seduced by her on purpose this time. He saw through her performance—yet chose to indulge it. Like watching a piece of prey walk knowingly into a trap.

But when their fates truly tangle together—will she still remember she came for revenge?

Three years ago, to save my Clan Lord husband from a hunter's death trap, I forced him to stop at the border.

Instead, his First Embrace, Seraphina, crossed in his place and was burned to ashes.

Shattered by her death, he suffered a breakdown and was diagnosed with Crimson Frenzy.

For three years, I let him wildly drain my source blood, cheating death in underground clinics countless times.

This time, his violent feeding caused a miscarriage and permanently destroyed my ability to conceive.

Yet, while still in agony and desperate to find him a cure, I overheard his secret conversation with the butler.

"My Lord, Seraphina is still alive. Why keep faking this illness? If the Madame finds out and severs the Blood Pact..."

"Sever it? What right does she have? If she hadn't blocked me back then, Seraphina would never have run off with another vampire. She deserves every bit of this suffering!"

Everleigh has only ever know the life of a slave. Even though she was the daughter of an Alpha, everyone treated her like she didn't matter.
When the soon to be Beta of her pack tries to do the unthinkable something happens and she gets away.
she ends up in a neighboring territory. She finds her destined mate within the pack. Will she have the life she always dreamed of or will her nightmare return but in a new home?

Elara Whitmore buried her twin sister three weeks ago. Then a video arrived. Wren was alive, bound to a chair, whispering her name.
The trail leads straight back to Blackthorn Academy, the school Wren vanished from, the school the powerful Vale family quietly owns. So Elara does the only thing left. She cuts her hair, steals her dead sister's face, and walks back through the gates as Wren.
Nobody is supposed to notice the difference. Cassian Vale notices in three seconds flat.
He is the golden heir everyone fears and nobody questions, cold enough to freeze a room and sharp enough to see straight through a lie built from grief. He knows exactly who she is. He knows exactly why she came. And instead of exposing her, he makes an offer that terrifies her more than exposure ever could. He will help her find her sister, if she becomes his eyes inside a family that has been disappearing students for years, including the girl he never let himself mourn.
What starts as a cold, calculated bargain twists into something neither of them can control. Every clue pulls them deeper into locked tunnels, buried files, and a family business built on stolen lives. Every stolen moment between them makes betrayal more dangerous and more inevitable.
Because Elara is not just lying to a school. She is falling for the one boy whose last name could bury her sister for good, and whose family has already proven that Blackthorn does not let its ghosts leave twice.
She has weeks, maybe less, before someone notices the crack in her disguise or before Wren simply stops being useful to keep alive.

Hate.

Oh yes, I fucking hate Chase Hartley. I mean he's... cocky, a college hockey star, and to top it all, he's my soon-to-be stepbrother. Because my dad decided to get married and have me trapped under the same roof with him for the entire summer.

But everything changed the day we kissed.

Everything turned forbidden.

WARNING: THIS NOVEL IS SPICY. LESS HOCKEY. MUCH SEX

“A masterpiece of thriller and mystery. Blake Pierce did a magnificent job developing characters with a psychological side so well described that we feel inside their minds, follow their fears and cheer for their success. Full of twists, this book will keep you awake until the turn of the last page.” --Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (re Once Gone) CUL DE SAC (A Chloe Fine Mystery) is book #3 in a new psychological suspense series by bestselling author Blake Pierce, whose #1 bestseller Once Gone (Book #1) (a free download) has over 1,000 five-star reviews. FBI VICAP Special Agent Chloe Fine, 27, must immerse herself in a suburban world of cliques, gossip and lies, as she races to solve the murder of a seemingly picture-perfect wife and mother on the night of her 20th high school reunion.Old high school friends, now in their late 30s, have returned back to the same suburban town to raise their kids, and have resurrected the same cliques that sustained and divided them 20 years ago. As their 20th high school reunion brings back old memories, resentment, betrayals and secrets, it causes fresh pain a generation later. On the same night, their former queen bee is found murdered in her home.In this seemingly perfect, manicured town, the past haunts the present—and anyone and everyone is a suspect.Can Chloe Fine solve the murder—while wrestling with the demons of her own past, and the potential release from jail of her own father?An emotionally wrought psychological suspense with layered characters, small-town ambiance and heart-pounding suspense, CUL DE SAC is book #3 in a riveting new series that will leave you turning pages late into the night. Book #4 in the CHLOE FINE series will be available soon.

I met him the first chance at freedom I had. He was the boy from the rival team, and I was the coach's daughter. And like the naive child I was, I followed him to the backseat of his car.

An hour later, he kicked me out and left me in the driveway of a stranger's house. I wouldn't have done it if I knew I would get pregnant.

Five years later, he came back.

The best deal I ever made in my life was selling my blood to a vampire.

I was a broke, permanently starving werewolf who needed ten times the food a normal person did just to feel full.

Evan was a vampire heir with a blood allergy, the kind where the smell alone made him sick and dizzy. Somehow his life was worse than mine.

Except my blood didn't trigger it. He never reacted to me.

So he pulled out his card. "I'll keep you fed. You let me feed off you."

This wasn't a vampire. This was a walking meal ticket.

For the next three years, he was the perfect meal buddy. Five meals a day, and he never once complained. Once I finished and let out a satisfied burp, it was his turn, just a small sip, nothing more.

Then, the year we graduated, he got a call from his family. He had to fly back to Europe that same night.

Before he left, I figured I'd thank him for three years of generosity. I pulled my collar aside.

"Go ahead, take more this time. Consider it a going-away present."

He hesitated, then leaned in.

But this time, once his teeth were in, he couldn't stop.

By the time he pulled back, horrified at himself, I already had a hand pressed to my neck, and everything went dark.

So, have you ever heard that saying that you shouldn’t feed stray animals because they’ll follow you home? Turns out that rule applies to demons too…
I didn’t even KNOW he was a demon, but now he insists he owes me his life. The catch? He can’t leave until he “repays the favor,” meaning he’s stuck following me around like some demonic shadow. The good news is, he’ll have plenty of chances to repay me.
Except… I’m starting to wonder if I want him to leave. Especially when he gives me that look, the one that makes my heart race. It’s the kind of look that makes me think I might not mind being saved a little too much.
Sure, he has a tail, but there’s something about him I can’t shake. Maybe it’s the way his voice drops when he gets close, or maybe it’s just because he washes the dishes after dinner. Either way, I’m starting to get attached. Not that it matters because he’s leaving. I know better than to fall for a demon… Right?

Fae are the WORST. Here I am, minding my own business when bam, I get yanked into a summoning circle. Honestly, whoever thought summoning demons was a good idea should be shown why everyone fears demons. Even better? This Fae spells me so I can’t go home until I kill someone for him.
The someone he wants me to kill? The woman who saved my life. Not only is she good, but I can’t bring myself to hurt her. And the worst part? She’s half fae too, that’s just asking for trouble. Now, I’m stuck, bound by my own magic, protecting her, while trying to ignore how much I want to stay. But I can’t. I have to leave eventually. Right?

"MATE!!"
I caught the scent of my mate.
I thought the Moon Goddess had finally answered my prayers. I followed it through the crowd, ready to claim my mate, the woman with curves in all the right places.
Instead, I found Blake, a man with no curves at all.
I am Alpha Nate, the most powerful wolf in the region, and I have built my entire reputation on hating everything Blake represents. The Moon Goddess did not bless me. She punished me.
I tried to reject him on the spot, but Blake refused.
He made me a deal: three months to make me fall in love with him. If he failed, I could reject him and never see him again. I immediately accepted because I knew it was impossible.
I love women, their soft curves, their warmth, everything about them. There is no way a man could ever make me feel the same.
Three months.
That's all Blake has to prove the Moon Goddess didn't make a mistake.
But as the days pass, the line between certainty and doubt begins to blur, and the mate bond refuses to loosen its grip.
With my father—the man who created the law banning same-sex mates and an entire pack waiting for me to reject Blake, every choice I make threatens everything I've ever stood for.
Will I prove that fate was wrong… or discover that the one thing I've spent my life fighting is the one thing I can never escape?

"I will teach you how to pleasure me," I trail a hand down his smooth-muscled chest, loving the bulge of his muscles under me.

"You don't get to teach me, baby. I know the right way to fuck you." He leaned close to whisper, "You have the chance to back out. But if you don't, I'm going to fuck you hard against the door. So hard that you won't be able to walk for a week."

"Then, do it," I challenged.


Before I met him, I was the lone Luna who ran away from the pack; away from my responsibilities. I was determined to hide out in the human world until I met a man who was willing to take me in. Though I never loved him, I got married to him.

However, a few days into the marriage, I discovered that I had a stepson. And what was worse? My young stepson is my mate...

I’m a convenience store owner.

When the acid rain apocalypse hit, it ate through metal, wrecked power, and turned clean food and water into currency.

Last time, I made one mistake: I opened my door to my ex, Claire Voss, and her lover, Derek Hale. They didn’t come for shelter—they came for my stash. The blade in my abdomen taught me what mercy buys in a broken world. I killed them, but as my vision faded, the radio crackled with one final update: the disaster was ending.

Day thirty. I didn’t live to see morning.

Then I woke up—one week before it began.

This time I do only one thing: lock myself in my underground storage room with exactly thirty days of food and water, and wait for the rain to stop.

But Claire is hoarding again, louder than ever—embezzling money, emptying my shelves, trying to starve me in the first week so I’ll crawl back begging.

That’s when it hits me:

She thinks the apocalypse lasts forever.

She has no idea it only lasts thirty days.

“Ever since Nora turned thirty-two, her scent’s changed... It’s faded.”
Eight years ago, I found him soaking wet on my doorstep: a nineteen-year-old rogue cast out by his own pack. I took him in. I made him my mate. I gave him my pack, my wealth, everything I owned.
Now my fated mate says I smell old. And that sweet peach scent clinging to his skin? It belongs to a twenty-year-old Omega who calls him “my Alpha.”
He expects me to cry. He expects me to beg.
He forgot who the real Alpha is.
I, Nora Evers, Alpha of the Silver Creek Pack, reject you, Leon Cross, as my mate.
A woman of thirty-two has money, time, and nothing left to prove. She can afford to play. And she can damn well afford to lose.

Waking up in a stranger's expensive sheets was my first mistake, but finding out he’s my mother’s new billionaire fiancé was my absolute destruction.

The night I met Dominic Vale, I had just lost my job. The rain was pouring, the elevator broke down, and one thing led to another. I snuck out of his penthouse before sunrise, praying I would never see his dangerously handsome face again.

I thought it was just a reckless one-night stand. A secret I would take to my grave.

Until tonight.

"Alina, I have wonderful news," my mother said, practically glowing with happiness as she unlocked our apartment door. "I'm getting married."

I was happy for her. She deserved it. She told me he was wealthy, powerful, and wanted to take us both to dinner.

But when the private dining room door opened, my entire world stopped.

Dominic Vale stood there in a dark suit. The same broad shoulders. The same intense, dark eyes that had memorized every inch of my body just forty-eight hours ago.

Shock flashed across his face. Real shock.

"Dominic," my mother said warmly, stepping forward to kiss his cheek. "This is my daughter, Alina."

The silence that followed felt louder than thunder.

He didn't blink. He didn't look away. His gaze locked onto mine, slow and careful, replaying the exact same forbidden memories I was.

He held out his hand like we were complete strangers.

"I believe we’ve already met," he said smoothly, his thumb subtly brushing against my pulse point as I shook his hand.

My mother laughed. "You have?"

"Yes," Dominic replied, his eyes darkening as they dropped briefly to my lips. "We shared a very... unforgettable ride in the elevator."

My aunt was terrified I'd end up with a human. So she arranged a marriage herself.

The groom? Kael Voss. Alpha heir to the most powerful pack on the East Coast.

I had a Moonstone Mate Necklace custom-made for the occasion. Global commission. A hundred and eighty thousand dollars.

The day I went to pick it up, it was snatched right out of my hands.

The woman who took it? Chloe Hart. Kael's so-called childhood best friend.

She looked me up and down like I was a stray dog that had wandered in off the street.

"A hundred and eighty grand? Sweetheart, you can't even afford the tax."

Then she told me to get on my knees. Right there, in front of the whole store. Scream three times, "I'm a worthless stray Omega and I know my place."

I didn't kneel.

I threw her own words right back in her face and put her on the floor with one kick.

That's when Kael walked in. My fiancé. The man I'd never met until that very moment.

And damn... he was gorgeous.

I'll be honest, I'm shallow. Always have been. That face hit every single thing on my list.

So I walked right up to him, gave him my sweetest smile, and said, "Hi. I'm Judy. Your fiancée."

I've always taken things seriously. Even as a kid, I only trusted what I heard for myself.

My best friend said both the boys I'd grown up with had feelings for me.

I went straight to one of them. “Connor, do you like me?”

The tips of his ears turned red, but his answer was sharp. “Get over yourself. Take a look in the mirror. You're short and ugly. Why would I like you?”

I nodded. Okay. Then I found the other one. “Ethan, do you like me?”

He froze for a moment, then said each word clearly. “Yes. I like you. Very, very much.”

I still wasn't sure. With their birthday coming up, I gave each of them a present.

Connor immediately tossed his behind him. “What is this? It's hideous. The girl next door got me something way better.”

Ethan held his carefully against his chest. “I'm so happy. This is the best present I've ever gotten. I'll take good care of it.”

Now I knew. My best friend was wrong. Only Ethan liked me.

Later, as my birthday approached, Connor showed up outside my building early and tossed over two movie tickets.

“Hey, I found these. I've got nothing to do today, so I guess I can go with you—”

I looked at him, then at the tickets, and shook my head.

“I'm going to pass. I've got plans with my boyfriend. I forgot to tell you. Ethan and I are together.”

Sara never asked for a mate, but fate didn’t care. The moment she steps into BloodRidge Pack, the bond locks her to the one man who wants nothing to do with her.
Alpha Xenon rejects her on sight. Cold. Final. Cruel.

But the bond doesn’t break.
His wolf won’t let her go.
And when danger comes for her, the Alpha who pushed her away becomes the one who can’t stay away.

Some rejections hurt.
This one changes everything.

Jack and Syd spent a week in paradise. It was only supposed to be a fling. But life can be funny sometimes, and circumstances brought them back together again. Together they seemed to have found their happy ever after. But when Sydney is offered a chance at the career she has always wanted, she must leave Jack behind to follow her dreams. Can their love survive long distance? Sydney’s touring with a man every woman wants, but he only has eyes for Syd. And an unexpected tragedy leaves Jack feeling remorseful. Can the two find a way through to forever?

When Hazel Ellington was twelve, her father brought home a orphan from England named Caden Durham, and her lonely world cracked open. They grew up tangled together — best friends, sworn enemies, and something neither of them dared to name. Then, the night she turned eighteen, Hazel finally gave Caden all of her. By morning, he was gone. No letter. No goodbye. Just an ocean of silence and a father who forbade his name.

Six years later, her father is dead — and Caden is standing in her house again, taller, colder, inked with secrets, and impossible to read.

But grief is the least of Hazel's problems. James Ellington was no ordinary man; his empire has roots in the city's underworld, and his will leaves everything to his "male heir" — a loophole that pits Hazel against the one man she swore never to forgive. They have one hundred days to decide who takes the throne. Rival families circle, hungry for Ellington blood, and someone wants Hazel dead before the clock runs out.

Some loves are a war you're born into. Some are a cage you were never meant to escape.

Follow this dark romance of forbidden bonds, stolen crowns, and real love that transcends it all.

I was a sacrifice.

He was my executioner.

Leora was never meant to live. She just survive beneath the shadows of death, a survival confined between a shady past an ambiguous future. However, her life take a turn for the worse when she is accused of attacking the Alpha's mate.

Abused and humiliated, Leora ends up banished from the pack that hosted her all her life to meet her fate, which turns out to be not only her worst fear, the past she has been running from, but the monster who claims her as his mate.

Can she outlive the fear and find love within the dead heart of a monster? Can she continue to live next to death? And can she restore the happiness that was stolen from her? Or will she be the sacrifice she was always destined to be?

For six years, I was the secret wife of Logan, the coldest billionaire in New York.

He never acknowledged me in public, and he treated our five-year-old daughter, Mia, like she was invisible.

I thought he was just carrying old wounds.

Until his first love, Serena, came back to New York with her son.

Suddenly Logan had all the time and love in the world. But only for Serena and her son.

When Mia called him "Daddy," he watched her coldly.

He left Mia alone in a freezing snowstorm, then turned around and took someone else's child to see fireworks.

On Mia's birthday, he stood her up to throw a huge party for someone else's son.

That night, Mia handed me her favorite teddy bear, her little heart in ashes, and said, "Mommy, let's go."

So I took my daughter far away, and we vanished without a trace.

A year later, we met again in New York.

The man who'd always stood so far above us set aside all his pride. With red eyes, he blocked my way and begged for another chance.

I looked at him quietly, and felt like I was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with me.

In my past life, I was a wild, pureblood witch who tamed my own nature for love, willingly playing the submissive, perfect Luna for my fated Alpha.
But to him, I was just a savage that "needed to be brought to heel." When enemy wolves ambushed us, he held my manipulative, magicless adopted sister tight, leaving me to be ripped apart.
When I opened my eyes, I had been thrust back in time to the day of our Mating Ceremony.
Staring at the white gown that symbolized nothing but my submission, I slapped a thirty-million-dollar price tag on my "fated mate" and sold him right to my sister.
Using a pureblood glamour, I sent her to the altar in my place. Then I hopped on my motorcycle and rode straight into forbidden territory—right into the arms of the ruthless, unhinged "Mad Wolf" Alpha. He didn't want an obedient pet; he wanted a lethal queen to rule the wild by his side.
That night, when my arrogant ex sealed the irreversible mate bond, lifted the bridal veil, and realized the woman eternally bound to his soul wasn't me...
The icy, untouchable Alpha who spent a lifetime trying to break me completely lost his damn mind.

The day I died in a foreign country, my boyfriend was in the spotlight with another woman.

He's the man I built from nothing. Five years ago, I saved a broke orphan fresh out of college from the gutter. He said he wanted to be famous, wanted to make it to the top of the hockey world. In exchange, he became my boyfriend for five years.

I gave him the best coaching staff money could buy. Bought an entire hockey franchise and made him the centerpiece. Called in every favor I had to make him MVP.

But while he enjoyed everything I gave him, he refused to make our relationship public. Said it would "hurt his brand." He could make headlines with reporters and models, but nobody could know I existed.

He even said on national TV: "Those owners who just throw money around are pretty boring. Hockey is about skill, not money."

So why did he lose his mind when he found out I was dead?

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

To marry me, my fiancé Sebastian Knight said he wanted his childhood friend Isabella to be our surrogate.

I agreed. Because I couldn't have children, and the Knight family desperately needed an heir.

After Isabella "successfully" got pregnant, Sebastian became a completely different person. He started making her nutritious meals, accompanying her to prenatal appointments, even memorizing every food she disliked.

Yet he couldn't even remember my birthday.

Two weeks before our wedding, I received an anonymous email.

The video on the screen made me understand everything in an instant—Sebastian and Isabella were in bed together.

So this was his "surrogacy plan."

I, his fiancée, was just the last fool to find out.

I canceled all the wedding arrangements, tore up the wedding dress, and threw away the ring.

On our original wedding day, Isabella gave birth to his son in the delivery room, while I was already sitting in first class on a flight abroad.

Sebastian, this time I'M the one leaving YOU.

I had been dead for several days, and Silverclaw Pack,the biggest pack’s Alpha, Holden Carter still didn’t know.
He hadn’t come home once.
After all, I was just the "the daughter least favored by her father"
from the Blackfang Pack’s Alpha .
He never care since we met at my coming-of-age ball, I fell for him at first sight — like a lovesick fool.
Until Joe, his Beta, casually scrolling through Facebook, suddenly froze.
"Holden, there’s been a... death. At one of your hotels."
Alpha Holden didn’t react at first, just kept flipping through documents.
Then Joe’s voice cracked. "It’s Claire Chen."
Holden’s fingers, poised above his own phone, stopped dead on the screen.
He had just seen the news article.
His heart seized painfully in his chest.

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

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

But he didn’t know the truth:

This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.

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

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

Paul Sutcliffe has spent three years quietly hating Garrett Holt from two rows back in AP Lit, the quarterback who got everything handed to him, including the one apology he never gave her. Then her mother marries his father, and the boy she's hated becomes the boy she shares a bathroom with. Worse: on the night of the wedding, Paul finds proof that Garrett's late mother didn't die in an accident as everyone believes; she was driven out of town, and Paul's own mother helped do it. Now Paul is living under the roof of a family she just helped destroy, falling into uneasy alliance with the one person who has more reason to hate her than she ever had to hate him.

I was murdered. My body was dumped on the riverbank.
The detective leading the case is Brennan Carter — my husband. He has sworn to find the killer of this "unidentified female." He doesn't know the victim is me.
I've been missing for seven days. My colleagues and supervisors keep calling Brennan to ask where I am. Dismissing it as a tantrum, he's spent the week doing one thing: celebrating his mistress Tessa's birthday.
It wasn't until my phone turned up at the crime scene that it finally hit him — the wife he'd wished would disappear might actually be gone.

In a world where supernaturals coexist with humans, concealing their identities to keep the peace, Don Draco Von Dimitri, mafia boss and head of one of the most powerful vampire clans in New York City, always gets what he wants.

But Leni DiCaro not only despises supernaturals but has a very special hatred for vampires in particular. So when she crosses his sights and the 200-year old immortal just can't take his eyes off her, she kicks against being anything to him with all her might. But destiny rarely seeks permission and submission oftentimes disguises itself as animosity.

The sassy vampire huntress has no idea that her life is about to change in ways she cannot even begin to comprehend. Draco Von Dimitri is obsessed and he plans on making her his in every way possible. He most definitely doesn't care what anyone thinks.

"I'm on a business trip. I'll be home in two days."
That's what my husband told me before he stopped answering my calls.
That same night, our son was rushed to the hospital.
While I sat beside his bed, terrified and alone, I discovered a truth my husband had spent years hiding.
One lie led to another.
The deeper I dug, the less I recognized the man I'd loved for ten years.
He thought I would keep believing him.
He thought I would never leave.
Most of all, he thought everything he took from me would stay his.
He was wrong.
Because while he was busy protecting his secrets, I was gathering the truth.
And when the day finally came, I didn't just walk away from my marriage—
I made sure he paid for every lie.
This time, I'm not fighting to keep what we built together.
I'm taking back everything that was mine.

"Give Paige the tickets. I'll buy you a new bag tomorrow."

That was Caleb's first sentence to me on our five-year anniversary. His black Maybach idled at the curb. Paige stood closely behind him, wiping her tear-stained face. She had just climbed out of his passenger seat; I was just holding the two Nova VIP passes that took a miracle to score.

"She needs a distraction," Caleb added, fully expecting my usual quiet surrender.

I looked at them. No screaming. No tears. I just placed the tickets into his hand, turned on my heel, and left.

Let them enjoy the show. There was no space for me in that crowded arena, just like there was no space left for me in his world.

"I want to find those truly responsible and make them pay for my death," I said when he remained silent.
"I want Silas to know he made a mistake when he burned me at that stake and I want that knowledge to torment him for the rest of his life," I commented as I shuffled on my feet, uncomfortable at how Gary stared at me almost as though he was staring into my soul.


Happily mated and Luna of the Nightshade pack, Elara Gremond is living the life every other female wolf has ever dreamed of. Everything is going well for her until her pack is attacked and she is accused of aiding the rogues.
Distraught, Elara tries to make her mate, Silas, see reason but he is blinded by the evidence before him and sentences her to be burned at the stake. Elara believes that was her end but fate seems to have other plans for her as she is reborn as Scarlett, a lone wolf.
Triggered by the memories of her past life, Scarlett returns to the Nightshade pack to find out those who had framed her and get revenge on them and her former mate Silas.
Silas, however, finds that the new pack member reminds him of his dead mate and he can't help but feel attracted to her despite all his attempts.
What happens when there are more forces at play than Silas and Scarlett could have ever imagined? Will Scarlett let go of her hatred for Silas and build a new life with him or would she let rage and revenge destroy her? Join them as they unravel the web of lies, deceit, and love.

Princess Hazel lost everything in one night—her parents, her pack, her crown. Dragged into the Dark Shadow Pack in chains, she expects torture and death.
What she doesn’t expect is the monster behind the mask… and the moment his eyes meet hers, the Alpha King goes pale with one impossible truth:

“There’s no way she’s my mate.”

Damien is the faceless tyrant every pack fears—ruthless, untouchable, and rumored to kill for sport. Hazel swears she’d rather die than bow to him.
So he breaks her instead.
He locks her away. Forces wolfsbane down her throat to suppress her wolf. Makes her watch as her remaining pack members are whipped and fed poison… until she finally gives in to save them.

“Be my sex slave,” he says. “And I’ll let them live.”
Hazel agrees—only to learn Damien never intended to set anyone free.
But Hazel isn’t just a captive princess.

"Listen to everyone present here! You need to know that Isabella is my lover. She is the reincarnation of my lover in the past. Isabella is the incarnation of Elara. So it is absolutely not appropriate for her to be engaged and even marry my brother Ethan. Isabella is mine and still is mine completely. She will marry only me.

"Huh?" I was wide-eyed.

Meanwhile, Ethan immediately became furious after being surprised by the words that Lucas had said which were beyond common sense. Ethan felt angry because perhaps he really didn't want his younger brother to suddenly announce something like that in public. Ethan, who didn't accept it, immediately threw his grip off my shoulders. Then he walked up to the podium to approach Lucas.


Isabella is an omega from Crystal Lake Pack. As an omega, Isabella has a hard life. She is always looked down upon and often ignored by her pack members. However, Isabella has a sincere and loving heart. In her simple life, she never expected to meet someone who would change everything.

One day, Isabella meets Ethan, the Alpha of Storm Ridge Pack. Ethan is a strong and authoritative figure, but behind his strong appearance, he has a gentle heart. Their first meeting occurs at an inter-pack gathering. Isabella’s simplicity and kindness captivate Ethan, while Isabella feels a strong connection between them.

However, their happiness does not last long. On their engagement day, in front of the entire pack, Lucas appears. Lucas declares Isabella is his mate. This revelation shocks everyone, including Ethan and Isabella.

What will happen next in Isabella's story?

On our wedding day, my fiancé left me and an entire room of guests waiting for two full hours so he could go to the airport and pick up the woman he’d never gotten over.

When he finally showed up, he was standing protectively at her side. Then he told me to “be reasonable and stop making a scene.”

In that moment, the love I’d held on to for twelve years simply disappeared.

I threw down my bouquet and called off the wedding right then and there.

Furious, he demanded, “You’re doing this because I was late?”

“Yes. Because you were late.”

I loved Finley for two years.
Until 1:00 AM on a Tuesday, when his best friend, Orion, sent me a half-naked photo and a jarring voice note."
If I actually bag her, don't go flipping out on me. A deal's a deal."
I booked the first flight out to confront him, only to catch the boy I loved naked and thrusting into another woman.
But that wasn't even the part that broke me.
When my roommate bypassed the hockey team's private Discord server, I found a channel named: #locker-room-bets.
There was my boyfriend, typing the words that shattered my world: "She's boring... She's like a lost puppy, you can't shake her... Play with her all you want."
My loyalty and two years of my life were nothing but a sick joke.
The entire hockey team had put money down on when I would willingly spread my legs for his best friend.

"I knew I wanted you right from first glance and I came for you."
"Let go of me!!!" I yelled back but when his fingers connected to my skin, I gasped and a moan escaped my lips.
"Do you not like this, my pet?"
I looked at my captor, hunger shooting to my spine and my thighs in heat. I swallowed hard and I gave a nod. "I like it, Daddy."

Kidnapped by a ruthless Mafia Lord, Nora should be scared of her fate but deep down, this monster isn't really a monster. Is it not her fate that she was made for a ruthless mafia?