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"Leave me," she whispered in a heavy voice.

"Never, Gattina," he spoke huskily while moving his fingers along her thigh, which made her shiver.

"I..I...am..m...not..y..yours," she stuttered, enjoying the havoc created in her body by his calloused fingers.

Suddenly he wrapped his sexy digits against her swan-like beautiful neck and squeezed but not hard to hurt her, but enough to make her feel wet between her plump thighs.

"YOU ARE MINE, GATTINA. ONLY MINE. I WILL DESTROY WHOEVER WILL SNATCH YOU FROM ME. I WILL MAKE HIS LIFE HELL. I WILL BURN HIM ALIVE IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES. " HE shouted in a dominating tone.

She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure in her body from his dominance, and let out a husky sigh.

His eyes darkened in desire, " FUCK IT."

He smashed his lips against her and sucked the hell out of her pink petals. He was sucking and biting her, letting out his frustration on her beautiful lips...

Entering a new era of rebirth, equipped with the mystical "Book of Myriad Magic," unlocking its pages grants a myriad of abilities from movies, anime, and games!

"The Municipal Security Bureau is conducting a trial today for a cult case discovered on the Upper Cross Avenue. Seventeen dark wizards have been sentenced to immediate execution, and additionally, nine vampires have also received the death penalty."

Upon hearing the voice from the old radio, Li Wei wiped the short knife and handgun in his hands, embarking on a path of hunting demons!

This is the post-cataclysm era, where devils and hunters dance together, and gunfire and superpowers illuminate the starry sky!

Blurb:

I thought I had it all, a wealthy husband, a luxurious lifestyle, and a sense of security. But it was all a lie. For years, I was tied to Mr. Lewis, acting like a poor girl but giving him every single thing he wanted.

"You're nothing but a trophy to me, Sandra," he would say, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're a poor girl from a poor family. You should be grateful I'm taking care of you."

But the truth was, I was the only daughter of one of the richest families in the city. I had faked my marriage to Lewis, not knowing that it would be the beginning of a new dawn.

And then, one day, Lewis's wealth walked in - literally. His new mistress, my former househelp, sauntered into our lives, and Lewis didn't hesitate to divorce me for her.

"You're nothing to me, Sandra," he spat, his eyes cold and hard. "You never were."

I was devastated, but I knew I had to pick myself up. I had to reclaim my life, my identity, and my family's legacy.

And that's when I met him - Dylan, the billionaire with a heart of gold. He was everything Lewis was not - kind, genuine, and passionate.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "I'm Dylan. And you are...?"

I smiled, feeling a spark of attraction that I couldn't ignore. "I'm Sandra," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Sure," I said finally, smiling up at him. "I'd love to."

He wanted a puppet. He got a queen instead.

Elora Frost is used to being the punchline. To her wealthy father and evil stepsister, she's a broken charity case. To the school, she's the weird girl in thrift-store sweaters. The ice rink is her only sanctuary—the only place she isn't hiding.

Enter Cade Rhodes. Arrogant. Dangerous. Elite.

On his first day at Winterbourne, the hockey prodigy completely dismantles the school's social hierarchy—and for some twisted reason, he decides Elora is his new favorite project.

He offers her a terrifying proposition: submit to his complete control for one year as his fake girlfriend, and he'll make her untouchable.

She accepts—because for the freedom to skate, she'd make any deal.

Overnight, the prey becomes the predator. The bullies who tortured her are suddenly terrified. Her family is begging for her favor.

And Cade is about to learn a dangerous lesson.

When you dress a figure skater in armor and give her the power to fight back... she doesn't just survive.

She conquers. And the fake feelings brewing between them might be the most dangerous battle of all.

Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary.
When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan.
Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city.
She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club.
Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them?

The rain glistened over the harbor asphalt the night I meant to tell him I was pregnant — to lay out all my quiet hopes for our wedding and our future. That was the night I was stolen away.
I screamed for help from a city stitched with police tape and hollow warehouses, where every thread of trust had already frayed. The man who should have trusted me brushed my pleas aside.
As answers began to surface, what we once called love soured into guilt, consuming obsession, and cold, calculated cruelty. Blue gemstones glint amid burned‑away proof, storm‑lashed docks bear witness. And I am the voice they will never manage to bury.

Ten years ago, I took a knife from a crazed patient to save Gideon, losing my ability to ever become a mother.

Ten years later, he is America's most celebrated "Charity Doctor." Over the years, he brought home three pitiful orphans and asked me to treat them as my own.

I poured my heart and soul into raising them, until the eldest smashed a vase into my face.

Lying in my hospital bed, I overheard the whispers of my husband and his lover.

"Gideon, making her raise our three illegitimate kids as charity orphans... aren't you afraid your philanthropic reputation will be ruined if she finds out the truth?" The woman's coquettish voice carried a probing edge and a hint of schadenfreude.

My breath instantly hitched.

Gideon scoffed coldly. "So what if she does? She should be thanking me for letting her play mother."

"But she did take that knife for you back then..."

"Don't mention the knife!" Gideon interrupted, his tone suddenly dripping with venom. "She was already diagnosed with infertility before the stabbing!"

"Since she loves scheming so much, I'll let her be a free nanny to our flesh and blood for the rest of her life. It's exactly what she deserves!"

Aria Thorne was born into a pack where she was treated like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood - a wolf who could not shift, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken."
Her only chance at escape? An arranged marriage to a fallen and crippled Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh.
Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he’s a shadow of his former self, crippled and discarded by the very pack he had once led and bled for.
Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha, his brother, forced him to mate with a StillBlood. He considered her as nothing more than one more curse.
However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha.
Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?

"Olivia, the Wentworth family has no use for a pathetic excuse-maker like you."
My stepbrother, Dorian, watched with dead eyes as I tumbled down the second-floor stairs.
The agonizing pain of my shattered legs sent cold sweat pouring down my body.
"Dorian... save me..." I reached out to him in complete despair.
He just frowned in disgust, turned his back, and shut the door.
From inside, I could hear Mia's smug giggles.
Three days later, Mia stole my name and triumphantly took my guaranteed admission spot at Juilliard.
As for me, Dorian told the public I had "committed suicide from a mental breakdown after failing the audition."
In excruciating pain and sheer hopelessness, I took my last breath.
When I opened my eyes again, I shot up from the sofa.
I was reborn.
Back to exactly three days before the tragedy struck.

"Lucien. Do you accept this St... sorry." The elder quickly apologized for his drunken slip up, "This 'woman' " his disdainful gaze darted towards Aria as he said that, "as your mate?"
"I, Lucien Vine, once alpha of this great Clawhold, take this...Woman." He started his vow, his pause deliberate as he glanced at Aria, "To be the Luna of my house. I vow no love, no care. Just duty and nothing else."
"And you, Aria Thorne?" he drawled, his speech coming out slurred, "Do you accept – "
"I do." Aria replied quickly. Too quickly.
Aria Thorne was born into a pack that treated her like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken."
Her only chance at escape? A forced marriage to a fallen Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh.
Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he's a shadow, crippled and discarded by the very pack he once led and bled for.
Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha forced him to wed a StillBlood. She was nothing more than one more curse.
However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha.
Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?

As a regular student, I never expected to fit into the world of trust fund kids. But this real estate heiress reached out to me, said she'd show me how the other half lives, even promised to introduce me to New England's most powerful heir.

I thought she'd be my friend. Thought she actually cared. I even fell for him.

Until she framed me for stealing confidential school files. Until he said, "Just a scholarship kid. No one's gonna miss her." That's when I understood. I was never more than their toy.

They tore up my textbooks, stuffed dead rats in my locker, spent six months tormenting me online and off. My mother couldn't take the vicious comments. Her heart gave out. And me? After I completely broke down, they drove me to the coastal cliffs.

Ice-cold water flooded my nose and mouth. Suffocation dragged me down into despair. I hate myself for being weak. Hate them for their arrogance. Hate this rotten system that treats people like me as disposable.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night she pushed me toward him.

This time, I won't be fooled.

"Marry me," my billionaire CEO demanded, trapping me in his office, completely unaware that my father was the man who murdered his parents.

I stared at John Alexander Blackwood, a man who evaluated people like stock options. He was cold, calculated, and terrifying. "A contract marriage," he said with dead eyes. "Three years. In exchange, your family's financial ruin disappears." I should have screamed no and ran out of that top-floor office. But I signed the papers, binding myself to a man I barely knew.

Moving into his sterile, expensive penthouse felt like walking into a beautiful prison. We lived like ghosts, avoiding each other in the hallways. But the ice between us started to crack. Late-night encounters in the kitchen turned into shared whiskey, and his dark, calculating eyes began tracking my every move with a burning intensity. Behind his cold armor, I found a broken man still grieving the parents he lost in a tragic car crash twenty-six years ago. I was falling for him. Hard.

But then, the anonymous envelope arrived.

My hands shook as I tore open the seal, staring at the faded contract inside. Fifty thousand dollars. That’s what my father was paid to sabotage the brakes on the Blackwood family car. The crash wasn't an accident. It was a cold-blooded assassination ordered by John's own grandfather, and my father pulled the trigger.

I was sleeping under the same roof as the man whose life my family had destroyed. If John found out, he wouldn't just divorce me—he would obliterate me.

Was I my father's daughter enough to pack my bags and run, or was I reckless enough to stay and let the truth burn us both to ashes?

With only three days left until the apocalyptic fungal outbreak, my ordinarily strict father unexpectedly took out a million-dollar loan from a loan shark, transferred it to my account, and issued an absolute order: "Buy supplies, build a fortress, and even if you die, do not open that door!"

Staring at the seven-figure balance, I grabbed a liquor bottle, shattered the nose of the school bully who used to torment me, and instantly kicked off a frantic hoarding spree. I bought out a penthouse on the 50th floor, welded on a bank-vault-grade blast door, and stockpiled an endless supply of Tomahawk steaks and a massive arsenal of weapons.

When the disaster finally struck, the once-arrogant rich kids downstairs were reduced to bloody fodder for the monsters. The starving school bully knelt outside my door, tearing into his own companions just for a leftover bone. Meanwhile, separated by bulletproof glass, I sipped an ice-cold cola and coldly enjoyed the show.

Just as a massive horde of the infected surrounded the building, my parents unexpectedly arrived in a Unimog heavy armored vehicle armed to the teeth, crushing through the sea of corpses in a dominant rescue. With our family reunited and packing heavy firepower, we violently tore open our own path of rampage across this scorched wasteland!

She's his flower,
But also his rain.
She's the beauty in his day,
But also his night full of pain.
"When Noah looks at you, it's like he's been living in a black and white universe and he just saw colours for the first time. These past weeks not being able to talk to you, all the colour in his life just went away and it's back to black and white and all he's been trying to do is remember what life was like before he knew what colour was."

Kate, a young woman enslaved in the dangerous world of human trafficking, escapes the clutches of a ruthless trafficker named Henry, only to find herself in the intriguing hands of a rich man named Mr. Nathaniel. As she navigates this strange landscape, secrets begin to surface, leading to unforeseen twists and turns. "Shattered Chains" is a compelling narrative of survival, atonement, and the desire of freedom.

The three-year mission is over, and the system logs off. The NPC "wife" Morgana immediately tears off her mask: "Fool, did you really think we loved you? We've been lying to you for three years!" The "stepson" Damian also shouts: "The fake dad has been fooled!" I calmly reply: "And then?" — This is just a job to earn money to save my critically ill wife and daughter in real life.
When they chased me into the real world to "take revenge," they discovered that I was the highest-ranking judge in the Pantheon.
"Here, I am the rule." The moment I pressed the Delete key, they finally understood what it meant to achieve a dimensional reduction attack.

Grace

He’s the arrogant college quarterback and womanizer. The one guy I want nothing to do with, ever ...
That is, until my boss tells me I don’t have a choice, and I’m assigned to report on him for the school paper.
The legendary Jackson is a million things at once, but he’s still just a person hiding behind his precious football. I see right through his facade, and I don’t think he’s used to that.
Sexy. Charming. Ambitious.
I want him more and more as the days pass, but he could never be really interested in a girl like me. A nobody.

Or could he?

Jackson
If there was ever a woman who could kill me with looks alone, it’s Grace.
She’s insecure, obstinate, and a pain in my ass.
I don’t need her any more than she needs me, but the publicity is good, so hey, why not?
Right?
I never thought Grace would be one of the few people to take me seriously. She sees through my bullshit, and her blunt honesty is a breath of fresh air.
But, people don’t like it. They don’t like us. A guy like me doesn’t belong with a girl like Grace.
She’s sweet. Funny. Clever. And damn it all if I can’t keep my hands off of her.
I don’t think anyone was expecting what happened next.

Especially us.

Never trust a man, unless he is hot!!...

“If you are Proserpina, then who is she?” The mystery man asked me, pointing over to the girl behind my uncle.
“Time to play you.” She mouthed the words and smirked with those evil eyes at me in a haunting way sending a chill through my spine.
I know that face and the identity of the imposter—
Justina-the bitch!
*
Two brothers, Hades and Vlad.
One is destined to protect her!
The other is born to destroy her!!
Both are fated with a broken human princess Proserpina, trapped in a gilded cage.
*
I could feel his cold breath settling on the back of my neck and deadly fangs scraping against my flesh. “Try running again, Princess, and I will trap you forever inside the darkest coffin of my lair. Your fate is sealed with me in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle goes on. My wounded butterfly!”
“NO!” I screamed in fear.
“Proserpina! It's just a nightmare!” Hades pulled me in his arms to protect me from my nightmares, caressing my scars as if feeling the pain which they conceal.
“It felt so real as if it had happened before. In the past! His shadow will trap me, again!”
“Then let him try. I’ll hunt him down the darkest corners of the World’s end if I have to, and then I’ll kill him in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle decides to kick his ass and let him rot in purgatory. My wild Raven!” Hades’s wolf Cerberus growled.
*
Proserpina is tired of waiting for her prince to save her, so she decides to escape at the first chance. She is saved by a mysterious and cursed werewolf prince Hades from the blood-sucking predators. Their fates get intertwined and take them on a journey through the dark and haunted woods of Carpathians ranges infested by the predators of the night, The Shadows. If Prince Hades will be able to save Proserpina or will she be trapped forever in the dark depths of the lair of vampire Prince Vlad?
(The prologue was written by the 3rd POV, and later chapters were written by the 1st POV.)

"You don't want me as your master, you wouldn't survive if I owned you," the dark words made me cringe.

"But, I love you, I chose you," I mutter, my voice filled with sorrow.
At once, I am over the desk, a hard cock pressed against my ass as a strong pair of hand wrap around my neck.
"I will fuck you hard until you pass out if you were mine," he breathes in my ear.
"It makes me so wet," I blurt out.

I am supposed to be his, but Whitlock wouldn't own me, until his friend wants a piece of me. Is he ready to give me away or will the emotions he is fighting off be enough to safe us?

She broke their marriage. He walked away.

Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.

Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.

Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?

When he proposed, he gave me a smart bracelet
that recorded the heart rate of our ninety-nine meetings.
I told him
that every time he made me sad, I would delete one of the heartbeat records.
At 3 a.m., when he once again stayed out all night because of his junior sister,
I pressed the delete button for the ninety-eighth time.
When he asked me to take the blame for his junior sister's plagiarism,
I pressed the delete button for the ninety-ninth time.
And when I found out that my child was killed by his premeditation,
the heartbeat records were cleared to zero.
I will never have any love for this man again.

Money doesn't always drive the world; sometimes, it brings everything to a halt.

Magda Onassis and her two friends create a groundbreaking app that sends the banking world into a frenzy, making her a billionaire by twenty-six. Since her family cut her off financially at eighteen, she has longed for financial independence and to defy her haughty parents.

During a presentation to the company that tested their app, Magda encounters Ares Winter, the CEO of Winter Financials International. Sparks fly between them.

A notorious playboy, Ares pursues Magda with the intent of making her his next lover. He is captivated by her like no one else and will do whatever it takes to win her.

Magda is torn between wondering if Ares is using her attraction as a negotiation tactic or if he genuinely reciprocates her feelings.

No stranger to challenges, Magda's unsupportive family and unfortunate dating experiences make her highly suspicious of Ares' intentions. With her friends' encouragement, she prepares to face the man of her dreams head-on.

As soon as Magda becomes a billionaire, her life turns chaotic. Tabloid reporters, angry family members, and a persistent suitor invade her once peaceful life of beaches and surfing. Additionally, Ares' past comes back to haunt them, putting Magda's life in danger when their relationship is exposed by the press.

Time is running out when Magda mysteriously disappears. It's unclear if she left by choice or if the person Ares has kept locked away for fifteen years is involved. Urgency becomes paramount as Ares risks losing his first chance at true love. He will learn the hard way that not everything in life can be bought, regardless of wealth.

Sophie is speech impaired; she communicates by writing on pieces of paper and always carries a notebook with her. She clearly expresses her anxiety and pain through these notes. It is fascinating that whenever she goes out, she doesn't appear to be a pitiable figure. Sophie is bold, clever, and enthusiastic. She is a baker and owns her own shop.

Sophie's story is compelling, and there is much to her central character. People assume she has been mute from birth, but her condition is the result of mistreatment by her uncle, Mr. Adrian, when she was 12.

Sophie decided to fight and survive, always picking up the shattered pieces of herself. Will she be able to fight and find her voice again?

I have been a keeper of many secrets since I was old enough to know what secrets were. No one knows the truth or the real me. No one knows about the abuse I suffer from my father behind closed doors. No one knows about the cuts and scars I hide from the world.

To the outside world, I am your average teenager, but the truth is, I am a broken girl with no one to love her, to see the real sadness in my eyes. I keep it to myself because I want to. It is things I have hidden for years, and no one seems to notice.

Until him, Ryland. The new boy in the town. The stranger who sees right through me from the second we meet. We are drawn to one another like a moth to the flame. The more I get to know him, the more I see I am not the only one fighting demons.

To start with, he is a pain in my ass, but every day we grow closer, and we become what the other needs. A bond develops between us, one that becomes unbreakable. Neither of us realised that when two broken souls come together, it would be exactly what we needed to help one another heal. He shows me love, something I haven’t had since I lost my mother.

I soon learn that just because you are broken doesn’t mean it needs to stay that way. Your past doesn’t need to define you.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Physical abuse (It does happen, not often and not in too much detail). Rape, suicide, and self-harm are also mentioned. It doesn’t happen in the book, but it's discussed.

All Annalise Conner ever wanted was to belong.

Too small to be taken seriously by her pack and known as the strange girl who would rather talk to plants than people, Annalise has spent her entire life trying not to give anyone another reason to laugh at her. She tells herself everything will change when she turns eighteen and finds her fated mate. Surely the Moon Goddess will give her one person who will finally choose her.

She does.

Andre Silverwood.

Future Alpha. Her childhood friend. And the one wolf whose rejection could destroy her completely.

Ashamed that the pack’s odd little garden girl is destined to become his Luna, Andre makes his choice. He rejects Annalise, leaves her in the human town of Moonridge, and drives away.

He thinks he’s ending their bond.

He’s wrong.

Four years later, Annalise is no longer the frightened girl Andre abandoned. Moonridge has given her something Silverwood never did—a home. A family. And answers about the impossible things that have always happened around her. Flowers bloom beneath her fingers. The forest listens when she speaks. And the mother Annalise barely remembers left behind secrets that could explain why she’s never been quite like other wolves.

Then Andre walks into her café.

Their broken bond awakens.

Andre wants a second chance. His wolf wants their mate. But Annalise has finally learned that being fated to someone doesn’t mean she has to choose him.

And this time, Andre isn’t the one who gets to decide where she belongs.

"I'm sorry, Ava, but you can no longer be my mate because you are not up to my level. You are now just a mere human," Caleb said, which made Ava extremely angry.

"After all the sacrifices I have made? My brother gave his life for you! I became a mere human because of you! It's the sacrifice I made! I had to lose my hybrid powers in order to break your curse, and after all that, you reject me?" Ava said, tears streaming down her face.

"Well, that's how you see it!" Alpha Caleb responded before walking away.

If you were in Ava's shoes, what would you do? Not sure? Let's dive in and see what Ava did!

I am the fearsome godfather of the Mafia.
For the woman I love, I sheathed my fangs and willingly became a despised commoner son-in-law.
In the horrific car accident, I shielded her with my own flesh and blood, and steel bars pierced through my chest.
Faced with the only life-saving machine in the entire hospital, she did not hesitate to save her lightly injured "white moonlight" brother-in-law, leaving me to die in the basement.
She thought that as long as I bled to death, she could naturally embrace perfect love.
But she didn't know—
Without my protection, her proud, century-old family wouldn't even last a month ...

Meridian is the daughter of the alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, but on the day of the moon celebration,
an event where the man she fell in love with finally decided to propose to her.
the Kingdom of Umbra, ruled by evil wizards known for conquering
territories, by force, invades her lands. During the attack, Meridian is kidnapped.
Now, with no memory and living as a renegade, she has become an expert hunter.
After two years of intense training, Meridian is appointed personal protector of the
prince of Umbra. Everything finally seemed to be under control, but two conflicts
torment her:
The prince of the wizards has an undeniable attraction for her. The romance between the two is forbidden, but resisting the temptation of his seductive presence is a constant challenge.
After an ambush, she encounters a mysterious wolf. He doesn't attack her. Instead, instead, its pale blue eyes pierce her soul, awakening disturbing dreams and fragments of memories from the past.
As she tries to unravel the secrets of her own history, Meridian realizes that her new life in the Kingdom of Umbra could be an imminent conflict zone. With a devastating war between the mages of Umbra and the Silver Moon Pack approaching, she will face an impossible choice: protect those she now considers allies or fight for the blood that still runs in her veins.
What will she do when her loyalties are tested?

Not even death could keep them apart…

When a mysterious heirloom locket sends Shayne Anderson into the future, she becomes completely engulfed in a world of magic and secrets. She quickly finds herself learning about her family’s hidden curse while she struggles with being out of place and time. Shayne is dealt a devastating blow when she learns that a past chain of events led to her death the night before her high school graduation, ten years ago. While trying to harness the powers growing inside her, she believes she has found redemption in the arms of her old crush Jeffrey, who had clandestine ties to her past. But their passion is put to the test when Shayne discovers who is responsible for her greatest tragedy. The terrible secrets they both carry threaten to tear them apart as they try to cheat fate and find the balance that will keep their love alive.

He’s damaged beyond repair, and she’s his cure.

It just might go both ways.

Percie Matthews’s life changed in a heartbeat on one tragic night. The affectionate person turned unloving and cold. From compassion became egotistic and blunt—those are what Percie is known for. Until a smart, soft-hearted, and gullible Hailey Ward walks into his world.

Hailey never swears and keeps her distance from people, especially a broody bad boy like Percie. At first look, she knows he is bad news.
When Hailey is looking for a roommate, he’s shocked to find himself offering her a place. What will happen when a cold like him lives together with a kind-hearted and warm Hailey? How will he keep his head straight when she keeps reminding him of someone he lost?

Zora’s heart, which had locked away five years of lingering love, ultimately became a gift Simon himself cut open and cruelly tore from her chest.
The moment the truth came to light, regret pierced Simon’s soul like a frozen blade, and bone-numbing agony shattered what little reason and pride he had left.
Trapped in an endless obsession of atonement, he groveled humbly, begging for forgiveness. Between his broken sincerity and the unresolved love and hatred, their fates became intertwined once again.

Second book of 'The Nerd Can Fight' Series

You'll need to read the first book to understand this one

After Adam's memory loss, Cassandra struggled to keep her distance in an attempt to protect the person she loves.

This time, she doesn't have a choice in fighting the dangerous battle anymore. For the sake of the people she loves, she's forced to endanger her own life, fighting her way to the top.

Cassandra survived high school but who was to say that her story ends there. Trouble was piling up and she's determined to start sweeping.

This is the story of a girl who was fighting through life with everything she's got when everyone else tried to hold her down.

Warning: Heavy flow of profanities ahead. Read at your own risk

L“Secure me. Protect me. Save my life.”
That was all Sophie Langford asked for but fate twisted her plea into something far more dangerous. “Take my heart, save it and let it be yours .”

Sophie Langford has always lived behind walls of privilege, the only daughter and heiress of a billion-dollar fashion empire. But privilege breeds enemies. When an attempt on her life leaves her broken and bleeding at the edge of a cliff, she is saved by an unlikely hero Talia Cross, a disciplined boxer with a haunted past who steps in when no one else dares.

Bound by necessity, Sophie and Talia sign an agreement as bodyguard and client. But fate has other plans.....

What begins as a rescue soon spirals into something darker. As Sophie recovers, betrayal festers in her family’s boardroom uncles scheming for her inheritance, allies turning into foes, and assassins sent to finish the job.

The deeper the danger, the closer Sophie and Talia become. For Sophie, it’s the first time she feels truly safe and seen. For Talia, protecting Sophie means risking more than her life…
If protecting Sophie will cost her her life she is ready to lay it down she doesn’t just guard Sophie’s body she begins to guard her heart too .

But every kiss they steal is shadowed by the knowledge that one wrong move could destroy them both. In a world where power is a weapon and love between them is forbidden, can they survive the game of betrayal or will their love itself become the trap to bring Sophie down ?

On our wedding night, my husband proposed a game.
Absolute honesty. Trading secrets lethal enough to destroy us both.
He went first.
"I fucked Chloe today," he stated, tossing out his hours-old infidelity like it was nothing.
My turn.
"I killed a man." I swirled the dark red wine in my glass, keeping my voice dead flat. "I butchered my own father."
He threw his head back and laughed out loud. He was so sure it was a pathetic joke. So sure I was still his perfect, helpless prey.
He laughed too soon.
And he definitely shouldn't have swallowed the wine I just poured him.

Adelaide should have died on Selection Night.

Instead, the Devil carried her across the veil—bleeding, furious, and burning with magic she shouldn’t possess.

They're bonded, like it or not.

Her power destabilises his realm.

Their desire threatens to consume them both.

As Hell twists and reshapes itself around her presence, one truth becomes impossible to ignore:

Adelaide isn’t just his chosen.

She’s the spark that could remake the underworld… or rule it.

If she survives him long enough to claim the crown.

Excerpt

Adelaide hung suspended in the Devil’s ropes—breathless, trembling, every inch of her alive with flame.

He circled her like a predator savouring the final moment before the kill.

But he wasn’t hunting her.

He was devouring the sight.

“Look at you,” Apollo murmured, touching a glowing fingertip to the curve of her hip. Her body jolted, heat spiralling through her so sharply her vision blurred. “My Little Flame… you burn so beautifully.”

The ropes tightened at his silent command, lifting her chest, arching her spine. Her breath broke. Magic crackled between them, alive and ravenous.

He dragged a slow trail of fire up her ribs. She shuddered.

“Tell me you feel it,” he whispered against her ear.

She hated how fast the answer came. “Yes.”

His grip closed around her throat—not harsh, but claiming—and her pulse leapt into his palm as if reaching for him.

“You deny me with your mouth,” he said, “but your body kneels.”

Heat built—pressure, light, something too big for her ribs.

“Apollo—please—”

“Yes,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Give in.”

She did.

Her flame erupted in a blinding burst, racing along the ropes, lighting the chamber in gold.

Apollo inhaled sharply, awe and hunger twisting his features.

“Good girl,” he breathed, ruined by the sight. “Burn for me.”

Elise’s
Every time Damien speaks, I feel myself shrinking, waiting for the edge in his voice to turn cruel. But it never does. He is blunt, yes, but not in the way I have come to fear. He pushes, but not too hard, as if he knows I might break. That unsettles me more than his sharp grin or the way every girl on campus watches him walk by.
I keep telling myself he is dangerous, that his type will ruin me, but my body betrays me. My pulse stumbles when his hand brushes mine. My stomach twists when his attention lingers too long. And deep down, I am terrified of what will happen if I stop running from him. Because for the first time in years, part of me wonders what it would feel like to trust a man again.


His hot breath makes me sigh. “And I would like your cock.”
“Already?”
“Yes.”
“Careful, Paulina…” Adrian warns. “You are so tight.” He slides one thick finger inside me, and I shut my eyes as he adds another. I clench around them, and he breathes a low laugh. “My cock is much, much bigger than this. Do you think you can handle it?”
My answer is a breathless gasp. “Yes…” The truth is, I might actually die if I do not feel him inside me. I am pulsating with need. “Fuck me, Adrian.”
A dark, low chuckle rumbles from his chest.
His fingers slide deeper, finding a perfect, sensitive spot. He works me there, his touch slow and expert. It is not long before my breaths are coming in short, ragged pants.
“Ungh…” I moan. “That feels so good…”

"Tell me how do you want me to make it up to you??" I asked, putting myself at risk by asking the big bad alpha wolf that question.
"I'm not simply interested in having sex with you," He smiled and came closer, running his finger up my neck, "I want to experience everything with you."
"How about not wearing any clothing whenever we are alone in this mansion?" I gasped in shock as he murmured into my face.
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"When he is at work, you will have us entertain you," Alpha Atticus whispered.
"You belong to me," Alpha Atticus mumbled, shoving his hand between my legs and in my underwear.
His fingers traveled to my pussy and grazed around for the entrance, but I was keeping my legs shut tightly. I was sitting between my two alpha mates, who were supposed to accept me and protect me, but they failed.
Now that I was married to a much older and more mature Royal Counselor, these two came back into my life and demanded acceptance.
While I spoke to Atticus, Alpha Enzo’s hand traveled down my spine, his fingers playing with my bra's hooks.
"Ah!" I yelped but instantly covered my mouth as my husband was still sitting with us and munching on food.
"I’ll be back in a minute," my husband said, then got up from his chair to attend the call he had received.
"He is 29. You are too young for him," Enzo complained, unhooking my bra and letting my boobs relax.
“I know you love us," Atticus whispered, bending over my lap after lifting my skirt. The instant his lips came into contact with my pussy, I shuddered.
I wanted my mates so badly that I let them taste me. Alpha Enzo raised my shirt and brought his lips over my nipples, sucking them and making me lose my mind.
"Ah! I ca---n see him from here," I moaned, keeping my eyes on my husband, who wasn’t that innocent either.
He was on call and turned to the side while these two alphas were busy fucking his wife.

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She fought her way out of hell—literally. Alina's scarred knuckles and undefeated record in the underground circuit were supposed to buy her freedom. Instead, they made her valuable. When her refusal to throw a fight gets her sold at a sex slave auction, she's rescued by Rowell—a mafia kingpin whose cold eyes hide something she can't name. He says he's protecting her. She knows better. Fighters recognize predators. But when she risks everything to save his family from an attack, she becomes the accused. Locked in his estate, suspected of conspiracy, Alina must navigate a world where every alliance is a trap and every truth is a weapon. She's survived worse than him. Or so she thinks—until she realizes the most dangerous fight isn't against his enemies. It's against the way her heart betrays her every time he looks at her.

Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.

Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin.

Their Broken Doll series is a trilogy of reverse harem dark romance story that follows Erina and her descendants and the path from a slave to a Goddess.

"Divorce papers!"
"From Sebastian. He had them drawn up this morning. He said there's no point dragging things out when he's made his decision," she said sweetly.
I stared at the folder. It felt like a slap. A quiet, final slap.
"I lost his child."
That wiped the smugness off her face—if only for a second.
"I didn't even know I was pregnant," I whispered. "And I lost the baby alone, bleeding on the floor while you two were…"My voice cracked. "And now you hand me this? How could you do this? You're my sister."
After suffering a devastating miscarriage the same night she caught her billionaire husband in bed with her sister, Kate vanished without a trace.
Ten months later, she's back—no longer the broken woman who once begged for love. With a mysterious, powerful man by her side, Kate has learned how to play the game.
Her ex-husband wants answers. He wants forgiveness. He wants her back.
But Kate isn't the same anymore.
Two men want her—one who destroyed her, and one who's determined to heal her.
This time, Kate decides who wins her heart.

"Why?" she muttered as tears welled up in her eyes, "Why did you do it?"

He said nothing, and only picked up a document and stretched it to her.

Boldly written on it is ‘Divorce Agreement’.

She raised her eyes to him, studying him through blurry vision, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Clarissa is back," he said with a straight face.

"Clarissa is back... that’s why you sent me to another man’s bed so that you can have enough evidence to divorce?" she thought to herself, not having enough guts to say it out to his face.

Vanessa never thought that one day she would be sent to another man's bed by her husband.

And the purpose of her husband is just to force her to divorce.

Her heart was so broken that she signed the divorce agreement. However, an accident reminded her of her true identity, Sophia Blake, the heiress of the Blake Family.

What will happen when Sophia Blake came back?
Read to find out.

Aveline had everything taken from her :her home, her dignity, her mother. Now, they want her obedience too.

Discarded and scorned, Aveline Orwyn lives most of her life surviving on scraps and desperation. But when her father demands that she attends a grand banquet, in exchange for care for her mother, she unwittingly walks into a trap that changes the course of her life forever.

Thrown in chains, dragged along like a criminal, Aveline is made a powerless pawn in her father's bargain—a political trade meant to appease the most feared Alpha in the realm, Reiel of the Broken Lands. Yet in the middle of bloodthirsty schemes and violence, a chance at love comes calling..

As deceit burns and loyalties fracture, Aveline must choose between duty and desire, vengeance and love. But when the lies that bind them unravel, and the war between Alphas explodes into chaos, one truth remains:
To survive the monsters who made her, Aveline must become one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RATED 18+ * trigger warning*BDSM

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

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

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

"You are beautiful, Isabella," he murmured, his voice like a soft caress. “But beauty is just a pretty mask.”

I didn't respond. I couldn't. He reached out and took a strand of my hair, twirling it around his finger. "Do you know why you are here?"

I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned close. It was a suffocating, terrifying, and strangely exhilarating experience. "I.. I do not," I whispered.

He chuckled, a low, guttural sound that sent a chill down my spine. “You are here because you belong to me. You are mine now.”

He pulled me to him, his mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was hard and possessive, demanding, and I was powerless to resist. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, exploring me like I was a newly discovered landscape. It wasn't romantic, wasn't tender; it was pure, raw dominance. I was a possession, his to claim, his to control.

She was supposed to be dead.
Seven years ago, Aria Moretti vanished the night her entire mafia family was slaughtered in a coordinated massacre that shook New York to its core. The world mourned the loss of the Moretti empire. Her enemies celebrated.
Everyone assumed the sheltered nineteen year old princess had burned with the rest of them.
They were wrong. Aria survived pregnant, alone, and running for her life. She fled to Lagos, gave birth in hiding, and spent seven years becoming someone her father never allowed her to be: dangerous.
Now she's back. Not for closure. Not for peace. For revenge. But the moment she steps foot in Manhattan, she collides with the one man she never expected to see again Dante Russo, the soldier she loved and was forced to betray to survive.
He's no longer the loyal soldier from her father's organization. He's a self-made billionaire by day and the city's most powerful crime lord by night. Ruthless. Untouchable. Still devastatingly attractive.
He demands she marry him. Not for love for survival. Dante needs a wife to legitimize his expansion into international markets. Aria needs his protection and access to his network to hunt her family's killer.
Six months. One contract. No feelings. No lies. Except Aria is hiding the biggest lie of all.


"Seven years," he said softly. Just for me. "That's a long time to stay dead, Aria."
Hearing my real name in his voice nearly broke me.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Liar." The word was almost gentle. Almost. "You always were a terrible liar. That's how I knew."
"Knew what?"
He leaned in. His breath warm against my ear.
"That you'd come back. Eventually. Because whatever you're running from? It's finally caught up to you."

Getting cheated on is bad. It's even worse when your fiancé cheats with your sister. And to make it unbearable, my mom took their side.

Now, I have no fiancé, no support, and no apartment. I have no choice but to move in with my estranged father.

But here's the kicker—I'm not the only one living under his roof. His stepbrother is here too. And that stepbrother?

He's hotter than any fantasy I shouldn't be having about him and his best friend. As if things couldn't get more complicated, I need to mend my broken heart and resist falling for my step-uncle and his irresistible friend. But there's a twist I didn't see coming…

Banished. Branded. Bound to a creature of shadow.

Liora, a Lightborn healer sworn to sanctity, is exiled from the sacred Choir after breaking the First Commandment of her order: Do not touch the darkness. Her crime? Healing a dying enemy: a shadow beast feared by all, a man named Kael who should have been her undoing.

But when her light touched his wound, it didn’t burn. It bonded.

Now, marked by a soul-scar that glows with forbidden power, Liora must flee into the crumbling districts beyond the city’s veil. There, in the ruins where light fades and myth still breathes, she must choose: surrender her gift… or use it on those her people would rather see forgotten.

Kael walks the edges of that world. Dangerous, hunted, and not entirely what he seems. He remembers the healer who defied death to save him, and the mark she left on his soul.

As war brews, Liora and Kael are bound by something deeper than fate… and more dangerous than prophecy.

Their bond was never meant to exist.
But some lights only awaken in the dark.