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She’s fire wrapped in silk. He’s ice laced with fangs. And when they collide, the world burns.

In the velvet shadows of Vancouver’s most dangerous secrets, RedLine — an underground club pulsing with magic, blood, and desire — is where vampires come to indulge. But when Katalim, a woman cloaked in mystery, steps into this world, everything changes.

Locked away for years, she’s finally free — but not safe. Katalim isn’t just a witch — she’s a weapon. Her power? The ability to channel raw sexual energy, bending it to her will. It’s intoxicating, addictive… and feared.

Enter Ryder Cornwall — cold, untouchable, and loyal only to the Coven. He’s assigned to protect her. But from the moment he tastes her magic, he wants more. Her scent drives him mad. Her secrets haunt him. And her body? It might just ruin him.

As their chemistry erupts into obsession, enemies close in. Katalim’s past is darker than anyone imagined. And Ryder must decide — break every rule for her, or watch her be claimed by a monster from the shadows.

Twisted Fate is paranormal erotica at its most wicked—dripping with forbidden heat, dangerous magic, and a love so intense it might destroy them both. It is perfect for readers who like their vampires dominant, their witches dangerous, and their romances deliciously dirty.

Detective Selena Ward has built her life on logic, control, and the belief that every mystery can be solved except one: her sister’s disappearance ten years ago. When a new string of murders strikes the rain-drenched city of Hollow Creek, Selena is forced to confront the one case she never escaped.

Each victim is found posed with eerie precision their fingerprints removed, their faces serene, and a silver locket engraved with a single haunting word: “Remember.” The pattern is methodical, personal, and unmistakably connected to Selena’s past.

When the only surviving victim mutters her name in a half-conscious state, the walls of reason begin to crack. Soon, Selena receives a locket identical to those found on the bodies along with her sister’s lost bracelet and a note written in her own handwriting.

As she digs deeper, the investigation unravels a decade-old conspiracy involving a secret memory clinic, unethical experiments, and a man the city once believed dead The Pale Man, a ghost from her childhood. His twisted philosophy seeks to cleanse the world of pain by erasing memory itself and Selena is the final subject he’s been waiting for.

Torn between duty and obsession, truth and illusion, Selena must face the darkest corners of her mind to uncover what truly happened to her sister. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes that some memories aren’t meant to be found and some ghosts never left.

In her first life, Ivy was abandoned. Starved. Forgotten. When the Shaws finally threw her out like garbage, the only people who came for her were strangers with guns.

Now she’s reborn. She knows how the story ends. And she’s running toward the killers instead of away from them.

Dad’s a hitman with terrible aim and a lazier temper. Mom’s a chef who butchers people in the basement. Big Brother runs the Dark Web. Little Brother builds death traps for fun.

They’re the worst family in the city. And they’re exactly what she chose.

With her five-year-old eyes, every murder looks like cooking.

Every severed finger is a toy. Every bloodstain is just Mommy’s new perfume.

Ivy doesn’t see killers. She sees the only people who ever loved her.

My name is Balen. Father once said every lion cub is born to run wild across the vast grasslands.

At seven years old, I only mimicked my elder brother’s limp to make him laugh. That innocent jest was regarded as an unforgivable sin by Mother. She forced bitter medicine down my throat and condemned me to a wheelchair, hoping that by enduring pain myself, I would learn empathy and pity.

During those three long, tormented years in the wheelchair, I bore my punishment quietly, believing my brother suffered alongside me. Until I overheard Mother talking to him and learned the brutal truth. It was only after death that I finally gained the strength to run. I could only watch silently as my family drowned in belated guilt and remorse. Their apologies came far too late; they could never give back the freedom they had stolen from me.

I was raised with the criminal underground’s most notorious crew turned government-sanctioned mercenaries in Texas and Colorado, known as the Death Kings. My uncle is one of them known as the Gator King. Now I walk in his footsteps, leading a crew of my own with his backing. To my family, my nickname is Seraphim, but in my kingdom, I’m the Viper King. Now the boys who left me, who swore they would stay by my side to protect me, are back in town. They are attempting to become like C.H.A.O.S. who run Palomino Bay, Texas. That will not happen because Grêle, Louisiana, is my stronghold. I have the backing of my father's MC and together along with my Serpents the city is ours. The person they need to protect is themselves because it isn’t me.
…They don’t know my secret, but I know theirs…

They cropped me out of the graduation photo, and nobody even noticed.
For eighteen years, I was the quiet, easy daughter. My sister Brooke got my clothes, my room, and the center of every picture. Ethan, the boy next door who once watched me nearly die from a peanut allergy, handed me a peanut butter smoothie and called it my favorite.
When Brooke found my full-ride acceptance letter, she called it fake, tore it in half, and threw it in a dumpster with my passport. My family laughed.
So I climbed in, dug it out, and got on a plane.
Three months later, the whole town learned I was a national scholar. So did my family.
Now they want me back.
Too late.

“Claudia,” a die-hard fan of the novel Solo Hunter,
is reborn into a powerless and fragile body… even weaker than F-rank!

But wait! He, who was supposed to be a side character doomed to die,
somehow survives thanks to “Alan Miller,”
the gorgeous male lead whose actions are nothing like what the novel described.

To make matters more confusing,
Claudia turns out to be the long-missing heir of the prestigious Heart Family,
gone without a trace for 8 years!
Is this really the same story he once read?

Now that the original plot no longer applies,
how will he survive in this perilous world?
And what exactly… does the novel’s mysterious male lead want from Claudia?!

"You're going to meet your mate someday." I whispered.
"Olivia."
I forced a smile and lifted my head. "And it's fine. I'll be rooting for you all the way."
He cut me off with a soft "Liv."
I blinked away my tears. "No, listen to me. We need to accept that this won't last forever. You could find her on your next trip out of town, and I'll be forgotten."
I swallowed the lump formed in my throat. "I just hope we'll still be friends."
His face twisted in pain as he rested his forehead against mine, his hands trembling as he cupped my cheeks. "You'll always be my best friend."
"And you'll always be mine."
I pressed my lips against his, needing to taste him, to feel his lips on mine, to know that at this moment, he was mine.
Olivia Martins has always been an outcast in the Nightshade pack.
She's an omega, and the pack she grew up in never failed to remind her that she'd never be one of them.
It wasn't so bad growing up—she had her best friend by her side.
Caspian Storm, son of the alpha of the Nightshade pack, befriended her when they were both little, and they've been inseparable ever since.
Their friendship started out sweet and innocent, but it developed into more.
Olivia knew that it couldn't last forever because Caspian would find his mate—and what they had would come to an end.
Yet, she couldn't guard her heart.
And when her worst fear comes true, she flees.
Will Olivia and Caspian find their way back to each other?
Or will the threat of Caspian finding his mate keep them apart?

When my parents and my fiancé Gilbert asked me once again to donate my kidney to my cousin Yvonne, who was hospitalized with kidney failure, I didn't cry or scream.

I simply said one word: "Okay."

My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.

Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.

Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."

Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."

Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"

What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.

As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:

If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?

All of a sudden there was a growl that ripped through the room and the band stopped playing and I heard something smash. Like it was a wooden chair or something.
Everyone looked in that direction and there was a man standing there that I had never noticed before. He would have been in his early 20's, brown hair to his shoulders, a brown goatee, 6-foot 6 at least and very defined muscles that were now tense as his intense gaze was staring directly at me and Mason.
But I didn't know who he was. I was frozen in the spot and this man was just staring at us with pure hatred in his eyes. But then I realized that the hatred was for Mason. Not me.
"Mine." He demanded.

Amelia Russo is a weapon of the state. As a military captain and the daughter of a legendary general, her life is governed by duty, honor, and one mission: eliminate "The Shadow," the faceless myth ruling Verona’s bloody underworld.

Lorenzo Ren Moretti is a master of deception. To high society, he is Luca D'Angelo, a charming billionaire CEO. To the streets, he is a cold-blooded monster with icy blue eyes and a past carved in tattoos. He commands fear. He demands absolute loyalty. And he has never met an enemy he couldn't break.

Until he meets her.

When Amelia crosses paths with the enigmatic billionaire Luca, an intoxicating, forbidden game of cat and mouse begins.

“Stop.” She breathed against his lips. “Fondling me wasn’t a part of the ‘one kiss’ offer.” She grinned, leaning forward to press a fleeting kiss on his parted lips. A bold move even for her but the look in his eyes made it worth the shift in her priority.

The words to respond were sparse. He’d never had someone melt into his arms so willingly. Nor had a woman ever asked him to stop once the act was under way. He untangled himself from her and watched as she smoothed her hair and skirts, “Am I decent?” she had the gall to ask him.

“A misfortune to mine eyes.” He commented as a silence fell over them.

“It was a pleasure meeting your acquaintance.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously.

“A pity it must be cut short.” He teased, waiting for her to either sink into him or leave so that he may relieve himself.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Mendora had finally caught her breath, recalling Ginger would be on the lookout for her by now so that even if she wanted to stay, it was impossible, “I have been away for too long.”


Mendora Agnus Garrick, a young debutante prone to appallingly unusual notions had found herself doing that which she had sworn off...falling in love and with notorious rake Solaire Gidean Demaris, a man unlikely to consider the prospect of marriage or love.


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Three years ago, a private plane crash took my father, my mother, my brother Carter, and Grayson, the man I'd loved for seven years and was about to marry.

To hold onto everything they left behind, I cried until my eyes were raw, destroyed my stomach, and fought my way through boardrooms and Wall Street vultures.

On countless nights, I held their photographs and cried until I passed out.

What I never understood was why Willow, the foster sister we'd taken in, vanished without a trace after the crash.

Until today, three years later, when I drive back to the family estate with a diagnosis in my bag telling me I have three months to live.

I push open the heavy door and hear laughter. I see my family—the family that's supposed to be dead—gathered around Willow and her three-year-old son, singing happy birthday.

Turns out no one in this world ever loved me at all.

Why do they all get to live while I'm the only one who have to die?

This is a three-book series.

Book 1 - Healing Broken Hearts - Anushka is a single mother and CEO of a profitable acquisitions firm. The last thing on her mind is getting involved with a man when her last relationship was filled with abuse and lies. However, when she and her daughter, Dakota, go on vacation, they meet Jordan on the beach, and her plans begin to waver. Once secrets are uncovered, Anushka and her daughter may become targets of people they have never met. Will Jordan be able to show Anushka and Dakota that love can mend even the most shattered of hearts, or will they be torn apart before they have a chance at love?

Book 2 - Dakota - When someone close to Dakota is murdered while protecting her, she vows to get revenge. She confronts the man who her family believes is responsible, and she’s faced with the reality that things may not be what they seem. To complicate matters, a man comes into her life and wants to turn her world upside down. Can she have love, revenge, and an alliance with those who she thought were enemies, or will her world come crashing down when someone she trusts betrays her?

Book 3 - Dakota: Loyalty - Dakota has been tested by those she loves and by her enemies, but one thing has remained constant through it all: loyalty. She values loyalty above all else because she believes those who are loyal will have her back when she needs it. Throughout this story, her love, strength, and resilience will be tested time and again. She doesn't know who is on her side or who is on the side of her enemies. Will she survive, or will she sacrifice herself to save those she loves?

Make a delivery, get in, and get out. It seemed simple, but how could I know that I would meet the hottest guy ever? Just one look at him made my body shiver in anticipation and my heart race.

I drained my savings and ruined my health, spending six months building my sister’s dream mansion with my own hands. I turned down high-paying projects, worked day and night, and covered all construction costs out of my own pocket. All I got in return was betrayal from my own family. At the housewarming party, Chloe falsely accused me of theft. My father and mother backed her up, threatening to send me to prison unless I signed the debt over. They claimed it was my duty as the older sister, an unbreakable family debt that I had to pay no matter the cost. Humiliated and cornered in front of all the guests, I had no choice but to give in. But when they whipped up online hatred against me, I could no longer stay quiet. This unfair family debt? I will tear it up for good.

My daughter was running a fever. When I carried her downstairs, my sister-in-law was already waiting beside my husband Ethan Cole's car with her son in her arms.

Ethan hesitated. “Do you want me to take you?”

Before I could answer, Claire cut in.

“Ethan, it's Zack's preschool open house today. We're going to be late.”

“Besides…didn't we agree you weren't going to help her financially for a few months?”

Ethan looked at my daughter and me as if he wanted to say something. Then he drove away.

Just as my rideshare arrived, a notification from work appeared on my phone.

“You've successfully completed your probationary period. Your permanent position takes effect next month.”

I let out a breath.

It had been five months since Ethan cut off my card.

At last, I could start making the divorce happen.

Saints and Sinners- She was the light to my dark.
The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves.
A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched.
Until someone took that innocence from her.
She left.
The darkness in my heart was finally complete.
I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back.
Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money.
She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching.
This time I won’t let her escape.
I will make her back into the girl I knew.
Whether she likes it or not.
2/ Judge and Jury- I can’t stop watching her.

I’m not even sure I want to.

Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in.

She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought.

The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time.

I know I should execute her.
After all that’s what I do.

I am the Judge.
I eliminate threats to The Family.
And Taylor is a threat.
But I don’t want to kill her.
Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.

3/ Rags and Ritches-

My name is Arthur, a bottom-tier financial drone relying on liver cirrhosis to survive on Wall Street. My greatest dream is to land a normal labor contract that includes weekends off and social security, but this is destined to be impossible.
Because my dad is a Primordial Vampire, my mom is an Alpha Werewolf, and my older brother is an Urban Legend Wraith.
When my tycoon boss, trying to save on severance pay, deployed over a hundred heavily-armed mercenaries to physically eliminate me, I had no choice but to blow the bone whistle my old man gave me...

After Amelia has woken from the encounter with the fates, she must find a way to prevent her own death. Only as her day goes on she realizes nothing is like it had been in the vision she saw of her future.

An internal struggle for her to emerge as the white wolf send her into an encounter with a blood beast, who succeeds in enticing her. That is until they are interrupted by the arrival of her mate.
Nothing is how it should be and it is going to take every alley she has to find out why, and maybe a little help from an enemy....

The future is never set in stone....and sometimes you need to break all the rules.

This is the sequel to the book 'More Than Me', it can be read as a standalone.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

My father planned to hand me over to the heir no one in New York's old-money circle dared to cross, so I ran away with my boyfriend.

Then my boyfriend was hit by a car. We had no money, and Wesley Harcourt showed up out of nowhere and helped us.

We were grateful to him.

Later, a doctor at a private hospital told us my father had aggressive cancer. I worked up the courage to ask Wesley for help again.

He took a drag on his cigarette and watched me through the smoke.

"Spend one night with me."

The blood drained from my face.

Alana is a beautiful girl, kind, cheerful, innocent and sociable. Due to a slander Quenza Alana was kicked out of the house by her parents. Even his family members no longer considered him and removed his name from the family register.

Alana decided to go abroad, namely Germany. While living there, Alana managed to build a company and found a new family who loved her very much.

There, Alana also met a handsome young man whom she had once helped. The young man’s name was Devan Alexander.

Anna Miller

"I see...even after a year apart, your ice barricades hadn't melted yet Kardoula mou...." He was looking at her with a faint hint of aversion.
It was like waving a red cloth in front of an angry bull. She felt mad. 'How arrogant can a man be? A year ago, she had barely escaped the cell, where he had locked her up - in his ancestral castle in Greece ......after marrying her, and then throwing her away like a used toy that no longer interested him.

And if that hadn't been enough.....he had then done the most despicable thing ever, by taking another lover to his bed and keeping that woman as his mistress in his city apartment.
Spending night after night with that woman, while SHE - his wife remained in his home, waiting for him in the empty castle, like a lost soul!

Eros Kozakis
This time, he was going to get his wife back!
And then he will whisk her back into his bed where she belonged, her lithe body thrumming with uncontrollable passion underneath him, as he surged inside her over and over again, to satiate the unquenchable fire that burns between them.
He will keep her barefoot and pregnant for the next few years, until she gives him a few children and until the idea of ever leaving him is completely and utterly eroded out of her mind!

In the shadow of small-town whispers and a barren womb, Susan Hart faces the ultimate shame: three years married to Greg, no baby in sight. His weak seed confirmed by doctors, the family fortune hangs by a thread—no heir, no inheritance.

Desperate, she turns to the men who can deliver: rugged father-in-law Frank, with his grizzled stamina, and ripped brother-in-law Jake, Lily's fertile stud. What starts as a whispered plea in the bathroom escalates to raw kitchen poundings, warehouse fistings, and father-son tag-teams amid crates of grain.

"Family first," they growl, flooding her fertile depths. But Greg's rage simmers, Lily's suspicions sharpen, and Susan's body betrays her with shattering orgasms. One load could save her marriage—or shatter the Hart dynasty forever.

Will the breeding pact bind them in ecstasy... or bury them in scandal?

Anna Brown has the ability to dream and go to the Moonland, the land of werewolves, and dark creatures. But she wished all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dreams were different. Her dreams weren't colors of rainbows and sunshine, her dreams became her reality, after all, she was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The last of her bloodline. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of the Moon and Fire. However, Anna was beyond miserable, how fate played her, how she was just a pawn to an ancient war of werewolves. Her fierce visions were her grief untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But she has to let the long-lost Golden Alpha Harry Camilton in so he can trust him yet, she doesn't know whom to trust and they shattered her hope, lies were told. Would she choose the promise of his love or choose the call of the Moon Goddess?

Betty have been living a lie for as long as she can remember. She have been abused by her parents her whole life, even though she is a broken and abused girl in her own home. Outside of those four walls she is a force to be reckoned with! She is not afraid to do what she need to stay alive!

When my fiancé lets his new assistant put my name on the family purge list, he tells me it was only a joke. He expects me to apologize, come home, and keep standing beside him while everyone watches another woman take my place. So I let the order go through. I leave his family, his city, and the future he thought I would never dare abandon.

"Isn't it ridiculous? Who would marry a lame man?”

“Even if he is not lame, no one wants to be his ninth wife!”

"One Billion Prize For An One-Year Marriage"" was an announcement posted on the wall of the University. It made Liona not think much about who she would marry. In other words, a sum of money could make her do anything.

Who would have thought that the man, Lucas Fernando, she was going to marry was not a lame man?

A successful man, the CEO of a big company, is ruthless and famous for being untouchable. Also, famous for his eight marriages.

Liona hoped that one year would end soon so she could leave Lucas, but an unforgettable night changed everything.

Why did Lucas get married eight times? Would Liona become his final wife or just one of his ex-wives?"

She's unwanted. Her mate left her to burn. But fate wasn't finished with Rhea.

When Rhea was chosen by her destined mate, she thought it meant freedom. Love. A future.
Instead, it meant betrayal. Left for dead in the aftermath of a fire set by her mate, Rhea awakens disfigured and broken, her wolf silenced by trauma. And the final blow? Her best friend has taken her place as Luna beside the man she once loved.

Forced to flee the only home she’s ever known, Rhea seeks refuge in Shadowhills, an unforgiving land ruled by Lycans. Silverfang Citadel is her only chance to train, to endure, and maybe, to reclaim a life stolen from her. But she doesn’t fit in here either. She can't shift. She can't forget. And she definitely can't trust anyone. Rhea must fight tooth and claw to earn a place among wolves stronger, faster, and deadlier than she’s ever known.

Yet as trials begin and bonds are tested, Rhea starts to feel something stir, deep within her blood, her bones, and her very soul.

What happens when the fearsome Lycan King claims her as his?
Would Rhea open her heart to love again?

His name is Andre Cimaro; Young, handsome and ruthless. He becomes the leader of the Red Cobra Mafia Family during a period of war between them and a rival family after his father dies. His tenure will prove to be the greatest in his family’s history and nothing can stand in his way…until he meets the beautiful, yet mysterious Gabriella.

With the face of an angel, the gaze of a predator and the heart of a saint, she invades the high walls around his heart and leaves him vulnerable for the first time in his life…a vulnerability that his enemies attempt to exploit.

“It feels good, doesn't it," Gabriel asked as his hands roamed my body, stopping directly on the swell of my breast. His hands crept downwards until he was fully cupping my boobs.

I hummed in response, too distracted by his hands fondling me to say a word.

“Words, baby," He whispered into my ear.

I gasped, my chest heaving in anticipation. “Yes…yes…yes. It feels so good."

His hands moved up my thighs, stopping dangerously close to my pussy. “Did your ex-husband make you feel this good?" I shook my head immediately, not having to think before answering.

He chuckled, placing his mouth beside my ear. “But you know what will make you feel better?" He whispers. “Making everyone who hurt you pay. They would beg for mercy but get none. Be my Luna, Meliora, and let me help you get revenge."


Meliora has always loved her quiet, peaceful life but everything changed drastically when her jealous step sister framed her for adultery and she lost her position as Luna. Her saving grace came in the form of Gabriel, her fated mate, who promised to help her get revenge. Would they succeed or would their enemies be one step ahead of them and defeat them?

Marceline never imagined she would experiment with betrayal. But after seeing her husband tangled in the arms of her closest friend, she let herself taste what it felt like to sin. What began as one night of reckless desire soon turned into many nights of fiery passion and dangerous obsession—an affair she could not escape.

Yet even while indulging in forbidden pleasure, Marceline swore never to grant her husband what he wanted. Divorce. Philip would never be free. Anastasia would never have the happiness of standing by his side.

If they wanted to play with her heart, she would play with their lives. In this game of marriage, passion, and betrayal—only Marceline decides who wins

Betrayal begets the darkest shadows, within its grasp, wealth transforms into a catalyst for revenge. Victoria Hamilton, once a privileged heiress, faced a terrifying death orchestrated by her family, leaving her legacy in the hands of deceitful kin. Fate, however, is inclined to rewrite cruel tales, and death is not always final. Reborn as Lily Turner from an humble background, Victoria carries the flames of revenge, armed with intelligence and fueled by ambition.

As Lily, Victoria embarks on an unwavering journey to rebuild the empire stolen from her in a past life. Guided by an unyielding desire for justice, Lily navigates the vicious world of business, rising from the ashes into a formidable force. Memories of the past propel her forward, and scars become her stepping stones to triumph.

"The Rebirth of a Scorned Heiress" unfolds as a tale of vengeance as Lily Turner, once an abandoned heiress, will stop at nothing to reclaim what is rightfully hers, weaving an epic of ambition, resilience, and the savoury taste of revenge. In this contest with shadows of the past, a new legacy emerges in the crucible of Victoria's unwavering determination.

Will her empire be the sweetest revenge, or will the haunting shadows of the past persist?

“Please, Nepheia, just forgive us. We’re family.”

I once believed those words meant something.

After being betrayed by the Fatasleigh family, abandoned on an island, publicly ruined, and locked away to sign over everything I owned, I finally learned the truth: to them, I was never a daughter—only an asset.

Then fate gave me another chance.

This time, I refuse to beg for love, approval, or a place at their table. I will reclaim what was stolen from me and uncover the secrets behind my mother’s inheritance, Mina’s mysterious past, and the family that destroyed my life.

But just when I begin cutting every tie to my old world, Seriomel, the feared and immensely powerful man of the Leneaux family, steps between me and everyone who wants me broken.

He says he is protecting me.

But why does it feel like he knows the truth about my past… and why did he choose me?

'Stefano, you don't have a say in who I date."

'I do when it concerns your safety."

'Since when did you care about my safety?"

'Since the day you walked into my life," Stefano says, shocking me to the bone.

Andrea Lopez is a beautiful woman with a wonderful life.

Andrea has everything but the one thing she desires most, Love.

All she has ever received from Love is pain in return. There is no love in her life, but everything changes when she takes a trip to Italy.

She reunites with her first Love, Stefano Costanzo, a cold, ruthless man who hates Love.

He would rather pull his heart out of his body than feel Love, but for how long will he hate Love?

Will the cold, ruthless man allow himself to love again, or will our Andrea never find Love?

"You are nothing but a plaything! You exist to be used!"
When the man who once promised eternal love roared these cruel words, Angel's illusion of a happy marriage was shattered into bloody pieces.
Four years ago, endless domestic violence and humiliation dragged her into a living hell. Yet, that physical nightmare was merely the prelude to an even darker conspiracy.
Four years later, she finds herself trapped in a much more terrifying trap. To completely tame her, a mysterious controller is injecting her with a dangerous drug called "Therapyne." It is designed to block out her memory and numb out her emotions, erasing who she is. As her past slips away day by day, Angel struggles desperately on the edge of losing herself, knowing she might disappear forever.
A desperate plea for help becomes her last saving straw. Under constant surveillance, her friend must break into the core office to steal the personal clipboard, the hidden camera footage, and most importantly, a vial of Therapyne.
This is a brutal race against time. When Angel's mind finally goes completely blank, will she still be able to recognize the one who risks everything to save her? Will she break free from the shackles, or will she be reduced to a perfect, emotionless puppet forever?

“Tianna! No! Stop it! Your brother is in the other room!”
Read and enjoy the experience of Valencia and Aaron, from friends with benefits to a real relationship. Will she leave Aaron for his sister Tianna? Read and find out!

In my past life, when I eagerly handed my ultrasound to my gentle doctor husband, I didn't get a warm embrace. I got a scalpel. Without anesthesia.

The man I loved dragged me into a pitch-black basement to butcher me alive. My once-doting mother called me a filthy whore, treating me like a sickening stain on the family. My fiercely protective brother pinned me to a metal workbench, offering me up as a living sacrifice.

I died in utter agony, left to rot and be eaten alive by rats in the dark. Up until my last breath, I couldn't understand:

Why did a single piece of paper—a sonogram of a perfectly healthy baby—instantly turn my entire family into bloodthirsty monsters?

To the rest of the world, I was just a blue-collar "oil rig worker" battling the sun and storms at sea year-round.

But my true service record is locked deep in the Pentagon’s top-secret archives. Codename: "Ghost"—a specialist handling the military's deadliest black ops overseas.

The day my final mission ended, I pushed open my front door filled with anticipation, only to be greeted by a floor pooled with blood and smashed furniture.

An untouchable syndicate had beaten my wife black and blue and abducted my seven-year-old son, threatening to harvest him for the black-market organ trade.

Right now, safely holed up in a subterranean fortress, the arrogant syndicate boss is hiding behind multi-ton blast doors and dozens of hired guns, scoffing at the "cowardly" husband who only knew how to cry to the cops.

What they don't know is that, just a few minutes ago, I permanently shredded that disguise.

Let the hunt begin...

With a 28.6-second prediction ability, Kane Voss hides as an ordinary shop owner. His cold lawyer wife holds a buried family crime secret. Assets wars, deadly ambushes, and underworld battles break out. He unfolds his god of war aura, crushes all enemies, and tears down every hidden dark truth.

After months of being bullied at school, things got even worse—the bullies said they wanted to come to my house.
Wanted to see what kind of family a "dog" like me came from.
I begged them, sobbing, not to do it.
Because my dad is a serial killer. My mom is a twisted murderer. And my brother is a full-blown psychopath.
If they come to my house, they will die.

My entire family betrayed me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Delilah can’t wait for her boyfriend to turn 17, for him to meet his Alpha wolf, and finally sense his fated mate. She has long since been predicted as his fated mate by all in their pack having been childhood sweethearts. They make a perfect couple so this would be the perfect love story for them. Surely fate couldn’t take an unexpected twist sending her on a painful path she didn’t expect? That painful path could change the person she once was but may bring an unexpected ally……could it be in a bitter twist of fate Delilah all along had held her hopes on the wrong Alpha?

The beeping sound of the EKG flatlined, and the doctor whispered the words that killed my soul: ‘Your pup didn't make it.’

My baby was dead. Pushed down a flight of stairs by the Luna Queen, and the man who fathered my child didn't even care. Alpha Fredrick, the man I thought I could love, just wrapped his arms around my empty stomach and whispered, “My sweet breeder, hurry up with that baby thing. I really miss our nights together.” He didn't ask if I was okay. He just wanted my body.

What hurt the most wasn't just losing my pup, it was that I was too weak to protect him. I was just a worthless Omega, a secret breeder hidden in the shadows. But not anymore. I refused to be a pin cushion for his Luna's jealousy.

At midnight, I staggered down the grass-covered path, my bare feet sinking into the dirt. The heavy stench of gasoline filled my nostrils as I poured it all over the beautiful city palace that was my nightmare. I lit my cigar, took a puff, and dropped it on the grass.

Like a flood, the fire raged towards the palace. Alarms buzzed, wolves screamed. I shut my eyes, ready to burn with them, whispering to the moon, “My baby, I'm going to reunite with you soon.”

But I didn't die. The flames enveloped me, tearing my skin apart, until a sudden rush of wind swept me off my feet. A mysterious man draped in white materialized from the ashes, his voice echoing in my head: ‘Hold on. I will get my body soon, and I will come for you.’ When I finally opened my eyes, I wasn't in hell. I was in the Lycan Kingdom, and my burned body was flawlessly healed. But my vengeance? It was just beginning.

"This is wrong professor", I whispered as I felt his breath against my neck.
“I know,” he murmured, his voice low, roughened by restraint.
“You’re my student,” he breathed, leaning closer until his lips hovered just a breath away from my skin. “I shouldn’t want you like this.”

“But we’re both men ...." , The words tumbled out of me but stopped immediately when I felt the professor's hand on my throbbing boner.
“Do you think that matters to me right now?",

A TASTE OF SIN WITH THE PROFESSOR

"Sign it," Logan said coldly, raising three fingers. "First, don't file for divorce unless I allow it. Second, last at least three years of marriage. Third, take care of each other's business. Because really, we're just strangers."
Victoria's hands trembled as she stared at the contract. "What I need is my daughter's life. What you need is your freedom. Let's not pretend this is a gift."
Once, Logan was the powerful CEO of Dallas Corp. Now, after a tragic accident, he is bound to a wheelchair, consumed by hatred and loss. Victoria, desperate to save her dying daughter, offers him a deal, help her child live, and she will help him reclaim everything stolen from him.
But what begins as a loveless marriage of convenience soon becomes a dangerous entanglement. In a world of betrayal, secrets, and burning grudges, neither of them expected that this contract could awaken something far more dangerous than revenge—love.