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For Alejandro, a powerful CEO—rich, handsome, a shameless womanizer, and used to getting his way—it came as a shock that his new secretary refused to sleep with him when every other woman had fallen at his feet.

Maybe that was why none of them lasted more than two weeks. He got bored of them fast. But Valeria said no, and that only made him chase her harder, coming up with different strategies to get what he wanted—without giving up his fun with other women.

Without realizing it, Valeria became his right-hand woman, and he needed her for everything, like he couldn’t even breathe without her. Even so, he didn’t admit he loved her until she hit her limit and walked away.

Two years ago, I woke up in the pack infirmary with zero memories. Alpha Kendrick and Luna Elspeth—the people I thought were my parents—announced to the pack that I was a rogue imposter who had stolen their true daughter’s identity.
My punishment? A $1,000,000 debt for my upbringing. And a permanent lesson.
Elspeth pried my jaw open and forced liquid wolfsbane down my throat. The poison rooted in my veins, kept dormant only by a monthly antidote. Miss one dose, and it would eat me alive.
Trapped and indebted, I kept my head down. I worked the grueling patrols and took every blame for Sylvia, their "real" daughter.
Until I overheard them at the old boathouse.
"What if she remembers?" Sylvia trembled.
Kendrick scoffed. "So what? Without the antidote, the wolfsbane will tear her apart."
Something in my mind snapped. Sealed memories flooded back like shattered glass.
I wasn't the imposter. I was their true daughter, the born Seer. They just thought I was too wild to control, so they replaced me with Sylvia.
But a Seer’s birthright isn't theirs to give away.

For eighteen years, Aveline Carter has lived in the shadows, forgotten by a mother who only seems to see her identical twin brother, Asher Carter, whose heart disease demands constant care. She resents him until the night she finds him lying unconscious on his bedroom floor.
At the hospital, Asher falls into a coma. His scans reveal bruises, internal bleeding and signs of prolonged physical abuse. Broken and furious, Aveline vows to expose the cruelty hidden behind the prestige of Crestwood Academy.
Cutting off her hair and disguising herself as her brother, Aveline infiltrates Crestwood Academy and fights her way onto the hockey team determined to unmask those responsible. Revenge should have been simple until she meets Kieran Hampton, the team’s arrogant and sharp-eyed star player. From their first clash, tension ignites. Aveline is certain he’s guilty and has no problem making his life miserable, but their undeniable chemistry only draws them closer with every confrontation.

While Aveline focuses on the wrong target, the real threat stands closer.

Cassian Thorne seems strange at first, his interest in her uncomfortably personal yet he gradually becomes her friend. Meanwhile, Kieran despite believing Aveline is male finds himself drawn to “him” in ways he can’t understand. When he uncovers her true identity, he chooses to protect her at all costs even as she refuses to trust him.
Revenge turns to grief when Asher dies, leaving Aveline drowning in guilt for falling for her brother’s supposed tormentor. Questions remain unanswered, and the truth is far darker than she imagined because Asher Carter was never just a victim. The bullying wasn’t just random.
As secrets unravel and loyalties shatter, Aveline must face one devastating question: what happens when the brother you were ready to destroy the world for isn’t who you thought he was?

"I can’t wait anymore," he said in between breaths.

He looked down at me with those dark eyes and said, "I have to have you now,"

"Baby girl, you're so wet," he murmured to my ears.

Baby girl…? Somehow that made me drip even more!

"Baby girl, you feel so fucking good," he said through gritted teeth.

After finding out her boyfriend cheated on her, a distraught Emma went to have a one night stand with a sexy stranger at a bar. Little did she know, the handsome devil turned out to be the new art teacher at her school.

Will Emma survive the school year under the possessive watchful eyes of Mr. Hayes? And was their brief eventful encounter worth risking everything? Could love really grow in such a dark place? Find out, in Your Pet: The Teacher's Girl.

Warning: Contains Mature Content! Enter at your own risk

I am Seraphine Marchwood. For five years, I gave every piece of myself to Alpha Veyron, convinced our mate bond was fated—until the night I accidentally overheard the truth.
He never wanted me as his mate. The entire proposed bond was nothing but a cover, a farce to hide his scandalous affair with Ophelia, the woman he actually loved. She was carrying his pup, and I was just the disposable, respectable shield to keep his reputation untarnished.
I ran that night, blind with grief and rage, until I crashed through the rotting beams of an old, rain-soaked ruin. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the taste of blood in my mouth, and the sound of his voice calling my name, too late.
When I woke up, I didn’t recognize him.
And for the first time since I’d known him, he looked terrified. The cold, unshakable Alpha who’d cast me aside without a second thought was panicking, desperate, scrambling to bring back the version of me that had loved him more than anything—even as a new, unforeseen path began to unfurl before me.

Don’t trust anyone, not even yourself….
You think you know someone pretty well, until you’re awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of unfamiliar voices and realize your sister’s being swept away by some supernatural creatures who climb in and out of windows and leap from two-story houses like it’s nothing.

My parents tried to tell me everything was fine, but when Cadence finally did come back from wherever they’d taken her, I knew there was something unusual about my older sister.

Now, her best friend is dead.

Her ex-boyfriend is acting bizarre.

And I’m afraid I might be next.

My name is Cassidy Findley, and I’m pretty sure my sister is a vampire, despite her “co-worker” making every effort to brainwash me into believing otherwise. With the help of my two best friends, we vow to get to the bottom of this before it’s too late, and my sister starts to claim other victims. I love her, but I won’t be turned, nor will I just sit by without doing everything I can to stop her. I can only hope that I’m not too late and that I can trust my own memories.

Because I’m pretty sure my sister’s friends are coming for me next.

They said that the mate bond is sacred but it became a death curse for Amelia as soon as she recognized her mate. Rejected, assaulted, and left to die by his fated mate, Amelia was saved by those who were supposed to kill her. They not only saved her but also developed her into a lethal weapon. She wanted to avenge herself, and for that, she planned meticulously. But fate always has its game twisted when you think that you laid all the cards at the right place, right? So, Amelia also found herself trapped in that twisted game of fate when she met the Alpha King, who asked her something very unexpected, baffling her to the core. She wanted to deny it, but it was fate's twisted game. Something very important to her was at stake, but she didn't want to be a pawn in his game or whatever he was planning to do. What was his game, and what did she decide? Did she avenge herself, or listen to her heart and try to find love again?

When I woke up again, the air was torn apart by the staccato crack of gunfire.
I had been reborn. I was four months pregnant—exactly when Luca’s "first love" had conspired with a rival syndicate to ambush our estate.

In my previous life, the moment the shooting started, I hadn't hesitated. I immediately dialed my husband, the Don of the family.

To protect the heir growing inside me, he had decisively dragged me out of the line of fire first.

But the price was steep. His beloved Isabella took a bullet straight to the heart in the chaos, dying instantly.

Afterward, with bloodshot eyes, he told me he didn't blame me. He even stepped away from the mafia empire, remaining at the estate to play the perfect husband, solely to ensure I had a safe delivery.

I believed him. Until the day I gave birth.

During the sacred baptism in the family chapel, he tore off his mask and personally sent both me and our infant son to hell.

In my final moments, I would never forget the look in his eyes—a hatred that burned down to the bone.

"If it weren't for you, she never would have died," he had said, his voice ice-cold as I lay in a pool of my own blood. "She bled out that day. You and this bastard will bleed twice as much today."

MATURE CONTENT: This book is strictly R18+

BLURB:
Before I could turn toward him, the ground vanished beneath my feet. Again, a startled gasp tore from my throat as he lifted me with sudden force, and in the next breath, my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands firm on my ass like I paid him to own it too.

Before words could leave my mouth he kissed me deliberately. Like he needed to stir the moment. Stir something in me.

My pupils flared at the shock of his movement, my heart pounding so violently it felt as though it might break free from my chest.

"I wouldn't mind helping you strip if you aren't going to do it yourself?" His voice dripped with a demand that felt more like a command instead of a request.
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Too much of an aura for a one-night stand who I never knew was the husband I feared.

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How will you feel when you wake up only to discover you had been set up for an arranged marriage with a man whose stories about him made ears that heard it tingle?

Afraid, devastated, angry, right?

Then what will be your reaction when you find out that a one-night stand whom you had paid to stir a scandal and stop the marriage turned out to be the arranged husband you're running away from?

Now I believe words can't describe your feelings. However, that was my story.
He wanted me, made rules for me. Made me fight to know who he was and now even my restraint can't subdue him rather he consumed every bit of me.

What will become my fate when I find out what made me afraid of him, afraid of the city was actually who I was?

"You're so beautiful. Let's have some fun, baby." The man immediately stripped off Hana's thigh-length dress. And vice versa. Their game soon begins with the man's hips moving rhythmically, becoming irregular and very fast.

"Ah... slow down, please... it hurts... but it's good," Hana continues to sigh in between their heated activities.

"Too deep, ahhh... it hurts..." Hana's sighs keep coming out of her mouth.

"Right, babyhhh. This is so delicious, soon to arrive," said the burly man. Then the man kissed her full and tempting lips.


After the divorce, Hana in a drunken state was unknowingly fucked by a man who turned out to be a Basketball Superstar who was just as drunk. They didn't realize they were doing it until Hana was pregnant and gave birth.

I've always only liked my neighbor/childhood bestfriend who's also a big jock since like forever, but despite his platonic love for me, his looks and popularity had always gotten in the way of me getting any closer to him than a friend. Things got complicated when in my depression and desperation I gave my virginity to a stranger who after a week turned out to be a new teacher in my school and then the school bad boy aka my crush's rival found out and began threatening me. D*mn... it's hard been a heroine

One month until the SAT.
Staring at my phone screen—at the pulsing number on "Oracle," the mandatory score prediction app that Elite Prep forced every student to install—I couldn't help but think it was all a joke.
In my previous life, every time I finished a practice test, this garbage system would automatically dock twenty points from my predicted score.
But skip class for a day? The number would mysteriously jump up twenty points.
Back then, I actually believed in this bullshit algorithm. I completely gave up for an entire month, watching that predicted score skyrocket all the way to 1550.
But when I finally logged into College Board to check my real results, I'd scored a pathetic 400.
And that brilliant 1550? It appeared on my stepsister Dahlia's score report instead.
Disgusted that I'd embarrassed the Wright family, my father Harold froze my credit card without a second thought and threw me out of the family estate, clearing the path for Dahlia to claim Grandpa's ten-million-dollar trust fund all for herself.
That night, homeless on the streets, I was cornered by some thugs in a filthy Brooklyn alley and beaten to death.
Lying in a pool of my own blood, fading fast, I heard Dahlia's voice.
"Your GPA's been crushing mine since we were kids. I thought you, the so-called 'Straight-A student,' were supposed to be so smart."
She stood over me, mocking. "Turns out you got played by a prediction app. Pathetic."
That's when it finally clicked. My Oracle prediction system had been completely rigged from the source code—by Dahlia.
I shot up in bed, gasping, my shirt soaked through with sweat. I'd actually gone back in time—one month before the test.
Right now, the Oracle widget glowed eerily on my phone's home screen, displaying a single number: 1350.

Eline, a philosophy major, and a secret werecat, is caught off guard when Draken Gallagher, the campus playboy and her self-proclaimed nemesis, suddenly takes a keen interest in her. The twist? Draken is a werewolf.

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"I'm interested in you, Eline," his straightforwardness caught me off guard, and I felt my heart stop beating. It felt like I had been knocked out of breath. "I like you and my wolf and I want to get to know you better…"

I was speechless.

He paused, studying my reaction, and then spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "Eline, there's something about you that I can't quite explain. You stir something in me, something my wolf doesn't understand."

"I also can't quite explain why the campus playboy is interested in me all of a sudden? Besides, Draken, aren't wolves supposed to be natural predators of cats? So why's your wolf interested in me? I don't get it at all."

"That's what I don't understand also, Eline. I don't understand why my wolf has taken a sudden interest in a cat."

"Try questioning it," I said.

Draken laughed, stepping even more closer to me. He was invading my personal space and for some reason, I didn't seem to mind it. He brushed a bit of my hair from my eyes, lowering his voice to a whisper as he spoke. "As a werecat, does your cat exist as a mind of its own?"

"No. Why do you ask?" I was forced to hold my breath with how close he was. I knew inhaling his scent would do things to me…to my body.

Draken smiled softly, his eyes reflecting a hint of mischief. "As for werewolves, their wolves exist as another entity. My wolf being attracted to you is what makes this so intriguing. My wolf, Grey, can't figure it out either. He just knows that he wants to mark you as his own, to claim you as his mate."

The High Fae were facing extinction, their bloodlines withering away.

Valerius, the Prince of the Shadow Realm, was a terrifying force of nature—ruthless and utterly cold.

I am Ella, a mere human who accidentally fell into a Shadow Rift, a mortal girl with nothing but survival on my mind.

Left with no other choice, I snuck into this shadow prince's bed in the dead of night.

On the day he pierced my chest to take my heart-blood to save the Witch Princess, I faked my death and ran away—carrying his half-Fae babies in my belly.

Years later, I was busy preening the starry wings of my seven little miracles.

He found me, dropping to his knees, as pathetic and desperate as an abandoned hound.

"Ella... do you really not want me anymore?"

“Wendy, are you absolutely sure you want to sign this document?”
The Elder’s voice rang in my ears—cold, distant.
“Once your bond with Alpha John is dissolved, you’ll lose everything tied to the Blackthorn Pack.”
I gripped the pen so hard my knuckles turned white.
“Yes. I’m sure.”
But just as the tip touched the paper—
BANG!
The door was kicked open with a violent crash.
Alpha John stormed in, eyes bloodshot, and wrapped his hand around my throat.
“You dare?!”
Blood slipped from the corner of my lips… but I laughed.
Because I knew—he would never discover the truth.
That his dear uncle, Alpha Vincent, was hiding in my closet at this very moment.
And the fresh bite mark on my lower belly… still burned from last night.
As if fate was mocking me, my sweet little sister Penny sent a message right then:
“Sis, wanna know a secret? That miscarriage you had? John planned it. He made it happen.”

Salem pairs with Malik Roane, her partner, to chase leads quietly. But trust starts to crack. Malik knows more about her past than he admits.

The killer escalates victims are murdered in ways tied to specific foster kids. One was drowned in a bathtub. Another buried with dolls stuffed in their mouths.

Salem visits Dr. Ezra Kade, who helped her after a traumatic incident she can’t fully remember. He urges her to access what she’s repressed.

Meanwhile, a viral influencer, Tasha Bloom, starts releasing video clips from an anonymous source. Each one paints Salem as unstable, dangerous… possibly guilty.

Someone is watching Salem. Filming her. They know what happened in that house. And now, the world might know too

I, Evelyn Stone, found the videos while clearing old files from my husband’s computer.

At first I thought I had opened the wrong folder. Then I recognized Martin Grant’s face. The woman beneath him was Claire Weston, my best friend.

🔥 Warning: Highly Addictive 🔥
This is an erotic college romance.
There will be sex.
There will be tension.
There will be morally questionable choices, whispered threats, and moments that may leave you clutching your pillow at 2 a.m.
If you blush easily, consider this your sign to proceed anyway.

“Make me cum, and I’ll think about letting you off.” He said spreading his legs with a smirk, his eyes daring me,watching to see how far I’ll go to protect my reputation.


What do you do when the school’s heartthrob holds your secret?.. and uses it to make you do his bidding?

Emma Carter never expected to get caught cheating on her final exam, and she certainly didn’t expect Ryan Blackwell… the golden-boy soccer star everyone worships… to be the one holding the power. Handsome, arrogant, and dangerously confident, Ryan knows exactly how to push her buttons… and he isn’t afraid to use them.

Every command, every touch, every whispered threat makes her pulse race in ways she shouldn’t feel. Fear and desire collide, and suddenly Emma is playing a game far hotter… and far more dangerous…. than she ever imagined.

Enemies at first, but the tension between them is electric, irresistible… and every secret shared brings them closer to a passion neither of them can deny.

I fled the hotel room in a panic, leaving only a cheap necklace behind. I had just spent the night with William Ford, the city’s most ruthless billionaire CEO.

My sister, the "real" daughter of my wealthy adoptive family, found the necklace. She stole my secret, claimed she was the woman from that night, and proudly paraded around as his new girlfriend.

She had already taken my parents and my fiancé. Now, she wanted to crush me at work, ordering me to step aside while she played the future Mrs. Ford.

"Don't even think about stealing him, Wendy. You're just a fake," she sneered.

She thought she had won. But she didn't know that William had already seen the unique birthmark on my shoulder.

Later that night, as my sister planned her grand engagement, the terrifying CEO pinned me against his office door. His cold eyes melted into fiery obsession as his husky voice brushed my ear.

"How much longer are you going to let her play my girlfriend, my little runaway?"

It all started in middle school, Dorian Klient was my worst enemy.

He was the popular hockey captain who made my life hell. I was the girl he bullied for my looks. Then one fight ruined both our lives. He left town. I swore I’d never think about him again.

Years later, he’s back. Same jawline. Same arrogance. Same Dorian.

But this time I’m not that scared kid anymore. I’m Bella McCain. And I refuse to let him ruin me twice.

Except… why does my heart race every time he looks at me? Why does the boy I hated most feel dangerously close to becoming the one I want?

It's shitty when you start falling for the hockey captain who broke you. Well I'm offside with you, captain annoying.

Sophie Patterson. Don't you dare walk away from me." Logan's menacing stare bore at me. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore.

I sobered up quickly. "What, Logan? You're gonna tell me that you suddenly love me again? That you're here to sweep me off my feet? Please! I didn't need you all this time, and I don't need you now." He clenched his jaw, fisting his hands.

"Enough. Stop being so damn stubborn. You know I do. I love you. I never stopped loving you, Sophie. It was always you."

I left my hometown hoping to never see him again. I left with his baby still inside of me. Seven years after, and here I am again. Standing before him and a six-year-old wanting to know who his dad is, and asking me to marry him because everyone in his class but him and his best friend don't have a daddy. What am I supposed to do with all these feelings that are resurfacing? I'm realizing every day that I never got over him. I merely suppressed my feelings, and him telling me this now- in my face, just made things more complicated. This is book 2 of Loathing Logan.

Elise Hernandez is an introverted high school girl struggling to leave her past behind. Writing is the only way she knows to ease the pain she feels inside. She has built strong walls around herself, fearing attachment to the people she meets.

As a gift for her seventeenth birthday, her friends Arya and Zara convince her to join a music camp featuring the world’s most famous boy band. Will the camp make any difference in her life? And what will she risk if the only person who gives her hope turns out to be one of the reasons her nightmares return?

In my third year at the Eden Center, I forgot how to play guitar, forgot the rhythm of rock and roll, and forgot the name Melody.
They used twelve thousand electric shocks and seven hundred hours of sleep deprivation to scrub my name down to Number 2963.
Now, I'm their perfect instrument. No preferences, no pain, only commands.
My parents finally got the perfect daughter they'd always dreamed of—until the day they ordered me to die.

I was three months pregnant when I found out my husband had been cheating with the cousin I had kindly taken in.

My son said he wanted her to be his mom, then shoved me down the stairs and caused me to miscarry.

The day I lost the baby, my husband sat beside my bed. His voice was gentle, soft enough to lull someone to sleep.

“Relax,” he said. “You’ll forget all this pain.”

I closed my eyes and let him plant layer after layer of hypnotic commands in my ear.

“When you wake up, you’ll be an obedient wife.”

Now I watch them living happily ever after as a family of three.

They think I’m nothing but an empty shell.

They have no idea that I’ve already posted this plea for help online:

[HELP] My cousin is wearing my sexy nightgown to seduce my husband, I caught them cheating, and my son calls her “Mom.” But I just feel numb. What am I supposed to do?

"You either fuck him or you will no longer be a ballerina in my company."

The director’s words made me freeze for a moment. My throat went dry, my body numb. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. I trained my whole life for the stage, not to be someone’s prostitute.

"When?" I asked, tears already forming in my eyes.

"TONIGHT."

That one word shattered everything inside me. It wasn’t a request, it was an order.

In a world where female werewolves are prizes to be hunted, one Alpha's daughter refuses to be caught.

Eighteen-year-old Lena Blackwood has always been different—preferring books to forests, independence to tradition. Now, as the annual werewolf hunting party approaches, she faces the barbaric ritual that haunts every unmated female: becoming prey for males eager to claim her with their bite.

As the daughter of a powerful Alpha, Lena is the ultimate trophy. One mark on her neck could force her into a lifetime of submission to a stranger, tearing her away from everything she's ever known. With no say in who becomes her mate, Lena must risk everything to maintain control over her own destiny.

But when the mysterious and feared Kieran Stone—the youngest Alpha in generations with a reputation for brutality—makes a surprise appearance at the hunting party, the stakes become deadlier than ever. Caught between ancient werewolf traditions and her desperate fight for freedom, Lena discovers unexpected allies and enemies lurking in the shadows.

In a society where females are expected to submit and males are entitled to claim, Lena must find the strength to rewrite the rules—or become another victim of a tradition soaked in blood.

Some traditions aren't meant to be followed. Some bonds can't be broken. And some hunts turn the prey into the predator.

She was the one night he forgot.
He was the man she could never forgive.
But fate doesn’t care about regrets.

Detective Nancy Carter thought she left her biggest mistake in the past—until a case leads her straight into the arms of the arrogant billionaire who unknowingly fathered her child. Jaxon Lennox has everything—power, wealth, control—but when Nancy storms back into his life with secrets and scars, the rules begin to change.

She hates him. He wants answers.
But between their war of words and buried truths lies a connection too explosive to deny

The Enforcement Corps hauled me out of my apartment in the middle of the night and dumped me at the Southside Precinct.

The subordinate I'd trained myself had scratch marks all over her neck and collarbone, and she was shaking so hard she could barely stay on her feet.

The second she saw me, she pointed and started screaming that my mate had raped her.

"Director Cordelia, I've always looked up to you. You can't sic your mate on me just because I disagreed with you in a meeting!"

My brain just went blank. Because I don't have a mate.

When my supervisor fired me for bringing my four-year-old to work, she thought I was just another single mother she could erase.
So I carried my son to the chairman’s office, placed his birth certificate on the desk, and said, “If your company can’t stand the sight of him, then you can take care of your grandson yourself.”

After Nora West discovers that her four-year relationship had been nothing more than a cruel joke, the last thing she expects is for her twin brother to collapse from exhaustion and land in the hospital. That incident brings her face to face with Alan Reed, Noah’s billionaire boss, a cold and emotionally distant man whose family has been pressuring him to move on from the woman he lost years ago.

When Alan asks Nora to marry him, Nora says yes knowing they both have something to gain from it.

Nora walks into the arrangement with a broken heart and no expectations. After everything she went through with her ex, she no longer believes love is worth the risk. Alan, on the other hand, is convinced all he needs is a contract wife to satisfy his family and maintain appearances.

But living together slowly changes everything. What starts as an arrangement turns into friendship, quiet comfort, late-night conversations, and stolen kisses neither of them planned for. The closer Alan gets to Nora, the more guilty he begins to feel, like caring about her somehow betrays the woman he once loved.

While Nora once believed nothing could hurt more than heartbreak, nothing prepares her for falling in love with a man who swore never to love again.

He doesn’t know I watched him for years.
Not from afar. Not casually.
Obsession isn’t casual.

I was fourteen the first time I saw him.
He was eighteen, beautiful, untouchable, everything I decided I needed.

So I made a plan.

I befriended his brother.
I won his mother’s trust.
I moved into his orbit so seamlessly, he never questioned it.

Now, I’m his wife.
He calls it fate.
He tells people we were meant to be.
But he doesn’t know the truth was designed.

He doesn’t know about the notes.
The maps.
The screenshots.
The years of silence, waiting, stalking, perfecting the version of me he would fall in love with.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.
And the deeper you bury a lie, the louder it screams when it surfaces.

Because he just found my old phone.

And the man I stalked for a decade…
Is now stalking me.

Was it ever love, or just revenge in disguise?

By being a billionaire's kid, Ruby's last year in high school was not as smooth as it supposed to be. Her nude picture was wide spread across school after a mysterious death of a young girl. While Ruby was figuring out the truth behind everything, the gorgeous new teacher, Adonis Klaus had his eyes set on her.

Little did she know that she would not only get intimately entangled with Adonis but her whole world would be turned upside down in a way she could never imagine...

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I received a pornographic video.
"Do you like this?"
The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts.
"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response.
"You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!"
The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed.
I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella.


“I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly.
He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!"
The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him.
"I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster.
He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.
I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

Leonardo Marco Rossi, a mafia boss, is obsessed with Jenna Smith and wants to marry her, but Jenna is in love with Frank Richardson, a poor young man whom she's engaged to, so she turns down the mafia boss's romantic overtures. Scorned, Leonardo tells her, "Your love or your life!"

Knowing that Leonardo doesn't make empty threats, Jenna runs away with her lover but Leonardo's men are hot on their tracks.

Would Jenna succumb to the pressure of becoming Leonardo's wife or would she lose her life in the process of defying the murderous mafia boss? Would the love that she and Frank have for each other be strong enough to weather the storm?

After hearing about my peanut allergy, my boyfriend's newly crowned campus queen added peanut extract to my signature cocktail.

Just one sip in, and my skin immediately erupted in hives. My throat started to close up rapidly.

I stumbled toward my canvas tote, pulled out my life-saving EpiPen, and yanked off the cap.

But the next second, my blood ran cold.

The emergency EpiPen had been swapped out for a tube of lipstick by my boyfriend.

Seeing my face turn purple as I collapsed onto the floor, the campus queen suddenly burst into laughter:

"Surprise! I specifically told Julian to swap it out!"

"You are such a fake. Anaphylactic shock from a single sip?"

I desperately gripped my boyfriend's cuff, letting out strained, wheezing gasps like a broken bellows:

"Julian... if you don't give me the real one... I'm really going to die!"

He peeled my fingers off him one by one and swatted my hand away in disgust, frowning slightly:

"Do you really think you're some delicate princess? It's just a drink. Are you seriously doing this?"

"Madison is right. You're just a drama queen making a scene!"

I gave up pleading for him to understand. Instead, I pressed the custom fountain pen in my pocket, triggering my old-money family's highest-tier SOS signal.

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

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

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

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


Corrie North gave Devon Remington everything.

Amazing sex? She gave him her body.

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

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

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

And how did he repay her?

Devon betrayed her.

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

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

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

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

He stood infront of me, held my face between his hands and stared down at me.

I waited, once again, I did.

For what?

This time I didnt know.

But the moment he spoke, I knew, the wait was over.

" you waited. " he said.

I gasped.

" you waited." He breathed.


This is a story of a wife who waited for her husband.

For him to listen, hear, see and love her.

Earth was dying. They deemed it unsavable, so they sent Nasia on her very first mission to retrieve every species DNA on the planet. Only she was ordered to leave the humans behind.
With no emotions of her own she never understood the humans so called feelings over the decades it takes her to gather all the samples.
Until she meets a boy named Ry. A boy who shows her a side no other human ever has before. A boy she was willing to risk everything to save.

In the prestigious halls of Emerald Crest Academy, Eros Belmonte is known as the "Ice Prince." Ever since a tragic accident claimed the lives of his mother and sister, he has closed himself off from the world, wearing his emotional detachment like an armor. His cold demeanor instills fear in his schoolmates, who keep their distance, leaving him isolated in his grief.

Everything changes when he meets Athena, an orphan and the unwanted adopted daughter of the Sanderson family. Like Eros, she has lost her mother and sister, and their shared pain creates an instant connection.

As Eros begins to thaw under Athena's warmth, their bond faces numerous challenges. Athena's troubled life and his own emotional struggles threaten to pull them apart. Together, they must face their pasts and decide if they can help each other heal.

I am the lead architect of this massive virtual sandbox world.

To save my NPC wife from a fatal car crash, I enabled a cheat code for her and lied, claiming she was a "VIP player" paying to experience an immersive life-simulation game.

She bought it completely. Not only did she openly flaunt her wealth to buy off a male assistant in front of the whole company, but she also trampled all over me, treating me like a "low-level NPC."

"I am the absolute main character of this world, and the system will always bail me out. As for you, you're just a line of junk code. Get out of my sight immediately."

Watching her face become twisted and arrogant from the illusion of privilege, the last trace of warmth in my eyes completely died out.

I calmly signed my resignation, revoked all her financial shields and vitality armor with a single click, then logged off and returned to the real world.

I knew that the moment I left, stripped of my protection, she would be instantly swallowed alive by the brutal laws of survival.

"My family's company went bankrupt, and my father was critically ill.

I dropped out of school and worked multiple jobs every day.

Debt collectors beat me and broke my ribs, but I couldn't afford painkillers.

Every penny I earned went to expensive medicine, all to save my father.

Until I saw my father, who should have been bedridden on oxygen, holding a champagne glass at a hotel banquet hall.

His words pierced through, ""Five years, the punishment she earned.""

The bankruptcy was fiction. The illness, theater.

All orchestrated because his stepdaughter suffered from depression, and I was her entertainment.

When the doctor finally spoke to me, ""Days. You have only days.""

I laughed.

The dying one had never been my father.

It had always been me."

That night, I was dragged into a parking lot and beaten until my hands could never hold a scalpel again.

I thought it was random. Until I heard my own brother and fiancé talking—

"Those thugs went too far, but the result works out, doesn't it? This time, the award will go to Charlotte."

Charlotte. The "poor orphan" my family adopted.

For twelve years, she stole my papers, my opportunities, my glory. And the two men I trusted most handed her everything on a silver platter.

They called me spoiled. Selfish. Difficult.

They even believed I started the fire that killed our parents twelve years ago.

But here's the truth: Charlotte started that fire. I was the one who dragged them out.

They thanked the wrong sister. For twelve years.

Now they want me dead.

Fine. Let Penelope Ashworth die.

The night my wolf was supposed to wake up, my family chained me to a chair in front of the pack seer.

Bianca, the golden girl they adopted, had been missing for five days. They were sure I'd done something to her.

"Open her mind," my father ordered. "Show me what she did."

Fine. Let them watch.

Let them watch who spiked my drink the day I came home. Who took the credit for the night I spent keeping my mother alive. Who sat on my bed and told me exactly how she was going to ruin me.

For three years, they picked her over me.

Now they wanted the truth.

I hoped they'd choke on it.

I loved him for seven years. I gave up my career as a genius designer, supported his rise, and gave him everything. But he betrayed me in the worst way possible.
He gave my only family—my beloved dog—to his so-called white moonlight and watched her torture it to death. He let her wear my wedding dress, take my ring, and destroy everything I cherished.
When I was hurt and broken, he never defended me. He chose her lies over my pain.
In that moment, I woke up. I ended our engagement, walked away, and returned to reclaim my throne as a top designer. I will make them regret every cruel thing they’ve done.
You lost me when you betrayed me. And you will never get me back.

For three years, I chased the ghost of my missing husband.

When I finally found him, my hysterical tears were met with chilling indifference.

"I'm not the billionaire heir you're looking for," Jaxson said coolly. "Stop stalking me. Mirelle is going to make me sleep on the couch again."

His devotion to another woman shredded my heart. I was ready to walk away forever.

Until I overheard him talking to his brother in the shadows.

"You faked your death on your honeymoon just to be with Mirelle," Kian hissed.

"And now you're faking amnesia to get the Cross Family Fortune back? Haven't you tortured Bryndis enough?"

Jaxson simply downed his drink.

"Mirelle is pregnant," he replied. "I have to bring her into the family officially. This is how I do it."

My despair instantly hardened to ash. The man I had mourned wasn't dead; he was just a monster.

I pulled out my phone and dialed my anxious in-laws, stopping them from rushing over.

Mia Elysia Winslow has spent her life believing she’s unworthy of love, always made to feel like her size is too much. But everything changes the night she nearly runs over a wounded stranger.
There’s something about him—his raw strength, his commanding presence—that pulls her in, making her crave a kind of connection she’s only ever dreamed of. And without a second thought, without worrying about the consequences, she gives him her innocence.
For the first time in her life, Mia feels wanted.
But by morning, the stranger is gone. No goodbye—just a stack of cash and a single, gut-wrenching word: Thanks.
She vows that if she ever sees him again, she’ll throw his money in his face and tell him she's not a cheap prostitute.
Aiden Magnus Blackburn, Alpha of the Dawnforge Pack, is left wounded after a vicious attack. Mia, a human with no place in his world, takes him in, and for reasons he can't explain, he finds himself drawn to this shy, bookish girl. That night, in her small home, passion ignites between them like never before. But by morning, he is gone—not because he sees her as a mistake, but because his fate was decided long before she came into his life. His Luna awaits him back in his pack.
Yet no matter how hard he tries to forget, she lingers in his thoughts. He doesn’t understand why—why a human, of all things, is pulling him in. An Alpha like him should never want someone like her.
But when Mia is unexpectedly hired as an elementary school teacher in the heart of his pack’s territory, the fragile distance between them shatters. Their connection is undeniable, their desire impossible to resist. In a world where duty always comes before the heart, how long can he fight what was never meant to be?

Dante finally noticed that I'd stopped telling him things.

When I bought a new dress for the Autumn Gala, I didn't send him pictures and ask which one he liked. When the Moretti family held its annual Winter Gala, I attended alone as Mrs. Moretti. And when the doctors said the bullet fragments lodged beneath my shoulder blade had to come out, I scheduled the surgery by myself.

No call. No text. I didn't even leave him a note.

When Dante heard about the operation from my doctor, his expression hardened. "Why didn't you tell me? Give me the scans. I'll have the clinic rearrange everything."

"There's no need. I can handle it, and you're busy enough as it is."

Silence fell between us.

Two weeks earlier, I'd still been sending him pictures of earrings, asking which pair I should wear to a dinner with the captains. I'd text him during lunch to ask if he'd eaten and stay awake at night until his headlights swept across our windows. Every tiny part of my life used to revolve around my husband. My boss.

But now, when the old wound left me shaking with pain while he patiently listened to my stepsister cry, I didn't say a word.

I didn't tell him I was pregnant either.

Soon, he'd discover one more thing on his own.

I'd left New York for good.

My husband used our so-called "open marriage" as a shield, shamelessly bringing his mistress home.

He was dead sure I had a bottom line and would never cross it.

Until the night I stayed out until dawn, returning with the faint smell of alcohol.

The ever-arrogant man shattered a vase in a jealous rage. He gripped my wrist hard enough to bruise, demanding to know which hotel I’d been to and who I’d been with.

To punish my "betrayal," he officially moved his mistress in, turning a blind eye as she made my life a living hell.

Then, desperate to replace me completely, that woman rammed her car straight into me.

While I lay in the hospital bed, my husband used my father’s company as leverage, forcing me to sign a settlement to keep his mistress out of jail.

He shielded her as they walked away, completely unaware that just half an hour earlier in the ER, I had miscarried his child.

My heart turned to ash. I left the signed divorce papers and vanished.

Tearing the city apart to find me, he dug up the hotel security footage from the night I never came home—only to realize I had been completely innocent the entire time.

Then, he stumbled upon my hospital records, detailing the massive hemorrhage and the loss of our baby from the crash.

That arrogant, untouchable man finally realized the catastrophic mistake he had made.

The man on the other side of the frosted glass paid a hundred million dollars for my amnesia serum. I warned him there was no antidote. He laughed.
“If I can buy the poison,” he said, “I can buy the cure.”
He didn’t recognize my voice. Why would he? In five years of marriage, Rhett Calloway never once asked what I did before I became his wife.
Days later, he divorced me and pressed that same vial into my palm.
His savior is dying, and he wants to give her the wedding of her dreams—with no first wife in the way. So he made me a promise: drink it, forget him for three days, then take the antidote and come home. We’d remarry like nothing ever happened.
I created that serum. I know exactly what it does. It doesn’t steal your memories all at once; it eats them slowly, until the person you love most is simply gone.
I swallowed every drop.
After that, I won’t remember his name.
But he’ll never forget mine.

“For now, I want to get to know you, and uncover any secrets you have, so then, I’m going to slowly fuck you until every soft, wet place inside your body decorates every inch of my dick.” I felt my body tighten and David did nothing but look me in the eyes and corrupt me with this amount of absurd words. He smiled at the corner of his lips and continued, “And after you’ve memorized every one of those inches, then I’m going to make you beg me to stop.”


"I never thought I'd do something as crazy and absurd as fall in love with my teacher. And the worst thing is that he's very handsome".

What was supposed to be just normal lessons has turned into something much more, and that doesn't look good for either of the two involved. A forbidden romance arrives to shake up Professor Clark's life, causing a mixture of emotions and many hot encounters.

Can this love overcome all barriers?