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Savannah was an adorable college student. To revenge her ex-boyfriend, Savannah was boldly intended to kiss a "handsome enough" man and take a video to piss her ex off.
However, she chose Callan, the most eligible bachelor in the world.
Out of Savannah's prediction, she was teased that she had no idea what a real kiss was. Then the man even taught her in person. In a great panic, Savannah ran away.
Savannah left a deep impression on Callan. However, he never thought he would meet Savannah so soon, especially, at the... male toilet!

With her terminal diagnosis, Maya fled to Urvik in the north. She didn’t want treatment; she just wanted to find a quiet place to spend her final days.
Then she met Erik. This taciturn man always had burning-hot palms. He fed her wild berries, took her running, and taught her to row. Strangely, her pain faded away, even her painkillers gathered dust.
The days were calm until the night of the full moon when Erik stood in the moonlight, naked, with a lingering silver-gray sheen visible on his shoulder blades.
Maya saw him and ran.
If he was a wolf, then what were all the miracles she had dared not to question over the past two months?
Was their fate redemption or another kind of abyss?

Lily Garcia got noticed on her first day delivering food.
They said the man in the Wexford mansion district never showed his face, and that he had an appetite — that he chose prey with the most life in it.
Lily didn’t believe in that kind of talk. Not until she was locked inside a billion-dollar house with the lights out and a breath settling against her throat.
You smell like a concha fresh from the oven.
Later the whole city knew that Ethan Sterling, heir to the Sterling fortune, was sick. Sick enough that he could only sleep with his teeth in her.
He built a net out of cameras. He put other people’s lives on the table. He turned Lily into his own private painkiller.
And Lily kept a knife where he couldn’t see it, and smiled, and lifted it to his mouth.
Bite here. It’s sweeter.

My eyes traced the curve of Cedar's porcelain skin, and something primal ignited deep in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I was moving toward the bed—drawn by an instinct I didn't recognize.

She pressed herself against the wall, eyes wide with fear.

But when my fingers closed around her delicate ankle, all rational thought abandoned me. Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my calloused hands, and the way she trembled sent heat coursing through my veins.

"Mr. Sterling... please... let me go..." Her whispered plea cut through the haze like a blade.

Christ. What was I doing?

I released her as if burned, my jaw clenching as reality crashed back. I'd crossed a line I never cross—touched her without permission, without reason. The moment her restraints were gone, she clutched the sheets to her chest, those doe eyes watching my every move.

The air between us crackled with something dangerous. Something I couldn't afford to explore.

But as I turned to leave, one thought echoed in my mind: I wanted to touch her again.


I'm Cedar Wright, raised by adoptive parents who seemed to value me more for what I could do for them than for who I am. As I struggle to break free from their toxic hold, a six-year-old boy suddenly enters my life, calling me "Mommy." It's surreal—I'm still a virgin! Yet his presence brings warmth and hope to my otherwise mundane existence.

Soon, two more children come into my life, each wanting me to be their "Mommy" too. They're like little Cupids, bringing an unexpected romance into my life—one that involves their domineering father. I find myself drawn to him, despite my better judgment, but our relationship is fraught with uncertainty.

Just when I've completely fallen for him, he starts pulling away. Is it because his first love has resurfaced, or is his true nature finally emerging?

“I'm Lisa.” My throat felt like it might close entirely. “Your girlfriend.”
“Just leave.” His face twisted, irritation bleeding into something close to disgust. “You make me sick.”
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Tobias Thomas used to make my life hell.
Then he fell in love with me.
For six months, the school's star quarterback was secretly mine. His parents knew me. His arms were my safe place.
One car crash erased it all.
He remembers his friends. He knows his name. But the girl he once called his little witch? He wants her out of his hospital room.
Now he's back at school, letting another girl kiss him while I pretend it doesn't hurt.
I should walk away. With my father in a coma and a violent stepbrother waiting at home, I can't afford to keep chasing someone who doesn't want me.
But Tobias is watching me again.
He doesn't remember our kisses. He doesn't remember our promises.
Yet my voice is the only thing that quiets the chaos in his head.
What happens when the boy who threw me away starts needing me again?

She stepped into the role to save her family… and walked straight into a trap.

Mira Chen never imagined her own best friend would sell her out.

When Victoria begged her to pose as a billionaire’s girlfriend for a week just until she returned from an emergency Mira said yes. She needed the money. Her father was drowning in medical debt. And the job sounded simple enough.

But nothing about it was real. Especially not the part where Victoria never planned to come back.

Now, Mira is stuck playing pretend with Tyler Dalton a cold, calculating billionaire with eyes like ice and a temper as sharp as his tailored suits. He believes Mira’s part of the game. Another liar. Another woman using him. And he intends to use her right back.

Except Mira isn’t who he thinks she is.

And the more she fights back, the more Tyler wants her for real.

As the web of lies closes in and the truth behind Victoria’s betrayal is exposed, Mira is left with no one to trust… except the man who was supposed to be her biggest enemy.

But falling for Tyler might be the most dangerous mistake of all.

Because in his world, love is a weapon. And Mira just became the perfect target.

She was only supposed to fake it.
Now the lies are real… and so is the heartbreak.

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.

Madison Trent has a hidden secret, but not for long once a charming, antagonistic dominant named Zack Downs enters the picture. Madison, a single independent woman who refuses to be owned, finds herself in Zack’s arms when the mafia’s seedy underbelly sets their sites on her. Will Maddie accept his help or will she let her fear consume her?

My attempts to marry Ethan Ward had been derailed exactly seven times.
The first time, Peyton threw him a "surprise" party, and he was too hungover to make our City Hall appointment. 
The second time, she got into a minor fender bender and hysterically convinced him her neck was broken. He rode with her in the ambulance. 
The third time, right as we were signing the papers, she swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills over a bad breakup. Ethan literally carried her to the ER.
Fourth time, fifth time... it was Peyton. Every single time.

"Hurry up, Diana! This is the eighth time!" my best friend, Mia, shouted frantically. "There are only fifteen minutes left before City Hall locks their system at 5 PM sharp. Let's get this over with!"
We were just about to walk through the doors when a voice called out from the backseat of Ethan's car. It was Peyton Reed, his childhood best friend. Again.
"Wait a second! My lucky charm bracelet broke. I need to restring it."
Ethan stopped walking. 
"Okay. No rush," he said. 

Peyton kept her head down, fiddling with the red string and little beads, flashing me an innocent smile. "Don't be in such a hurry, Diana. I'll be done in a sec. I got this blessed lucky charm bracelet just for you two. It's supposed to bring luck to your marriage."
Then, as naturally as breathing, she held her clutch out to Ethan. "Hold this for me?"
He took it without a word.
The buzzing crowd of our friends went dead silent. Everyone exchanged awkward, pitying looks.
I stared at him, swallowing my anger. "Ethan, the system at the marriage bureau locks automatically at 5 PM. If we go in right now, we can just make it."
Ethan frowned, looking slightly annoyed by my pressure. "I'm already here, Diana. A few minutes won't kill us."

I looked at him standing by the car, patiently waiting for Peyton to fix her stupid string, and I suddenly laughed. 
I pulled out my phone and quickly typed out a message:
[You once said if my eighth attempt at getting married failed, I should give you a chance.]
[Get to City Hall before 5 PM.]

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.

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

Right after the London Fashion Week, my husband unprecedentedly gave me a vacation, arranging a ten-day trip to New York.
I thought he finally learned to be considerate, until I overheard his conversation with our son.
"Dad, if you are marrying Aunt Barbara, what about Mom?" our son asked innocently.
"It's merely a ceremonial engagement," my husband chuckled. "Be a good boy, Oliver. Keep this a secret from Mom, and I'll buy you that limited-edition model airplane."
My mind went blank. I stood frozen for a long while before stepping out onto the terrace to catch the chilling wind.
If he wants to rewrite his past with his first love.
Then I will reclaim the design dream I threw away for him.
Once I leave for New York, I am never coming back.

WARNING: ENTER ONLY IF YOU DARE

This isn’t your typical erotica. These pages burn with the raw, the forbidden, and the utterly unrestrained. A collection of taboo desires—dark, decadent, and dangerously addictive. You’ll find yourself breathless, moaning, aching for more as each twisted tale peels back layers of lust and depravity. Not for the faint of heart. Absolutely not for anyone under 18.


Gloria has everything—beauty, a perfect body, a big house—but not what she craves most: raw, hungry attention. Her husband’s too busy, her desires too loud, and her need too wicked to ignore. One reckless night at a secret club, she unleashes her darkest urges on a sinfully hot stranger. She thinks it’s a one-time fuck, wild and unforgettable.

But Tristan Vale doesn’t do one-time.

He's the country's most powerful trillionaire, dangerously obsessed, and now that he’s had a taste of Gloria’s sweet rebellion, he won’t stop until she’s ruined, wrecked, and moaning his name with no escape. She thought she could walk away.

He’s about to prove her wrong. Very, very hard.

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

Haunt Me Like You Mean It
When Mei Liang signed on as an assistant at Truth Finders of the Paranormal, she expected weird. She did not expect him.
Callum Reeves, known to everyone as Cal, is twenty-three, British, brutally brilliant, and completely impossible. He leads TFP like he owns the air in the room, and maybe he does. Mei has spent the better part of a year fetching his tea, surviving his icy stares, and pretending she does not care what he thinks of her.
She is not doing a great job of pretending.
When TFP is called to investigate a haunted theater on the outskirts of Hollow Crest, a remote village hugging the edges of New York's Chinatown, Mei thinks it is just another case. A ghost, a client, a mystery to solve. But the Miyuki Theater is hiding more than one secret, and so is Cal.
Between a furious heiress, a desperate playwright, a powder room that looks like a war zone, and a ghost that seems to have a very specific target in mind, Mei is already in over her head. Add in the strange dreams she cannot explain, a spirit that looks disturbingly familiar, and a team that runs more on chaos than cohesion, and this case is about to get very personal.
Some hauntings follow you home.
Some feelings do too.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DANGEROUS MEN, DEADLY SECRETS, AND A WOMAN WHO SHOULD HAVE RUN WHILE SHE STILL COULD.

I came to the Iron Vultures Motorcycle Club with a gun, a dead brother to avenge, and two names on my kill list.

Damon Cross. The ruthless president who looks at death like an old friend.

Jace Mercer. His tattooed, dangerously charming right-hand man, whose smile hides something far uglier than his enemies.

Both men knew my brother. Both men lied about what happened to him. And one of them might have killed him.

I should have pulled the trigger when I had the chance. Instead, a hail of bullets turned my revenge into a nightmare, and I made the worst deal of my life: thirty days inside their world in exchange for the truth.

Now I’m surrounded by men who worship violence, secrets buried beneath years of blood, and two dangerously different men who seem determined to get under my skin.

Damon wants to control the game. Jace wants to see how far I’ll go before I break. And me? I want them both to suffer.

But the closer I get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tell whether these men are my enemies, my weakness, or the only people standing between me and a death someone has been planning for four years.

Because my brother left me one final warning. One of them is lying. The other killed him.

And if I fall for either man before I discover which is which, revenge might be the easiest way to die.

WELCOME TO THE IRON VULTURES.

Here, loyalty is paid for in blood, love is a dangerous weakness, and nobody leaves without losing something.

Especially not the girl who came to kill the king.

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.

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 husband is the most generous man in all of Pittsburgh.
He donates his entire paycheck to the community every month and says to the camera with tears in his eyes: "When your neighbors are freezing, you can't just worry about whether there's enough money in your own pocket. You have to show some heart."
But where the camera can't see —
A gas company shutoff notice sits on the kitchen table. His mother's insulin will run out in three days. Our six-year-old son is about to spend the night in a house that's fifteen below zero.
For eight years. Every time he opened his wallet for the world, I was the one crawling through ductwork at 2 a.m., quietly patching every hole with my overtime pay.
He bought his reputation with my sweat and blood. He decorated his image with his parents' illnesses. He crowdfunded forty-two thousand dollars using footage of our son shivering in the cold.
Tonight, he's going on the local evening news to brand me as "the cold-blooded woman who abandoned her family."
What he doesn't know is that I have far more evidence than he can imagine.
For instance — his own words: "Dad can skip a few weeks of rehab — it's not gonna kill him. But this weekend's event could get me on the news."
You want to be on the news, Caleb?
As you wish.

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."

“Sidd, if you leave me here, I won’t ever forgive you,” I declared, glaring at him. “I will hold you responsible for anything that happens to me.

"Remember, you made me stay here till late," I stated, even though I was scared, holding him responsible for anything that might happen to me.“I don’t need your forgiveness, Rani,” he snarled. “Holding me responsible for anything bad that happens to you is what enemies do,” he declared and moved off. From hatred to love, it created a bond between Rani and Sidd.

Not without drastic challenges that are meant to separate them forever. Can they withstand the challenges and keep their love strong, or will they allow hatred to take over and be separated forever?

Martin Williams and Estella Jules grew up together, but lived completely different lives. She was the nanny’s daughter, while Martin was the child her mother served. After her mother died, Estella was taken in by the Williams family and raised to become the nanny’s replacement. At home, she was Martin’s loyal servant, but at school, she was his number one target.

Nobody knew about their secret master–maid relationship, and Martin would curse Estella if anyone ever found out they lived in the same apartment. He grew to hate her presence, while Estella continued to smile at him through everything. Not out of loyalty or obligation, but because she was sincerely in love with him.

Estella knew she would do anything for Martin, yet he never cared enough to notice. She couldn’t stop herself, like a moon drawn endlessly to the sun. Until one night, at Martin’s birthday party, her eyes finally opened to who he truly was. That night, she swore she would stop loving him, stop begging for him, and stop crying over him.

What she didn’t know was that her decision would only make their relationship even more complicated—messy, intense, and filled with the reckless sweetness of their perfectly imperfect youth.

When my husband handed the project I bled for to his "depressed" childhood sweetheart, he told me to be mature. "You're my wife. You shouldn't care about the credit."

So, when I was in the hospital miscarrying our baby while he threw her a party, I didn't cry. When she posted selfies wearing my anniversary necklace, I didn't scream.

Julian thought he had finally broken me into the perfect, obedient housewife. He truly believed I was nothing without him.

What a pathetic joke.

He had no idea his entire "business empire" was secretly kept alive by my family's trust fund.

He certainly didn't know the "mundane paperwork" he blindly signed this morning was my resignation—and our divorce agreement.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

What would you do if your name suddenly appeared on an app you never installed — and the girl who was supposed to hunt you was already dead?

Nerissa Ivy has never heard of The Hunt until a student is found murdered outside her dorm, with “Maya Bennett” written in blood on her door.

Then a strange app appears on Nerissa's phone. Maya's name is there, and so is Nerissa's.

Apparently, Maya had been given a quest to follow Nerissa and take something from her. But she refused to do it, and now she's dead.

Before Nerissa can make sense of any of it, the app activates her as Participant 259.

There are several names on the list, rules she doesn't understand, and somewhere behind the screen is someone who already knows far more about Nerissa than they should.

She has no idea why her name is on the list in the first place.

Then the app sends her a replacement message meant for the dead girl.

"You shattered my heart into a million pieces, and now you're asking me to pick them up? You crushed my trust, and now you want me to hand it back to you? I'm still finding pieces of myself in the ruins you left behind. How can I give you another chance when I'm still rebuilding myself from the last one? I'd rather drown in my tears than drown in your love." Amy snapped at Ryan.
Cheated upon by her fiancee with her step sister, heartbroken Amy Carter found herself in a club where she drank herself into a stupor, leading to a one night stand with an unknown stranger. Pregnant and chased out of the house with nowhere to go, her life went downhill. Amy left the country to avoid further humiliation, promising to do just anything to nurture the kid in her stomach.
However, she came back with her twin after six years. Finally, Billionaire Redford who had been in search of her, his one next stand from years ago, saw his chance to be with her and claim his children.
Will Amy agree to the rekindling and find happiness from the one night of mistake and settle for the stranger she had one night stand with?
Or do you think her ex boyfriend will win her over again after betraying her with her step sister?

I stood by him through the grief of losing his first love, serving as his substitute wife for five years, giving birth to two pups, and giving him my all. Yet none of that mattered the moment his white moonlight said, “I’m back.”

For his first love, he forced me to kneel and beg for mercy to confess to a crime I never committed—only then did he tell me it was just a dummy of my brother!
But his first love was the one who told me she’d secretly swapped my real brother for the dummy long before.

My husband favored her, my own pups turned against me. They saw me as an enemy while worshiping his white moonlight like a treasure.

My heart died. I divorced him and fled far away. Only then did they wake up to the truth: his white moonlight was a venomous witch, and I was the one who’d been wronged and loved him truly.

"'You shattered my heart into a million pieces, and now you're asking me to pick them up? You crushed my trust, and now you want me to hand it back to you? I'm still finding pieces of myself in the ruins you left behind. How can I give you another chance when I'm still rebuilding myself from the last one? I'd rather drown in my tears than drown in your love.” Amy Snapped at Ryan.

Cheated upon by her fiancee with her step sister, heartbroken Amy Carter found herself in a club where she drank herself into a stupor, leading to a one night stand with an unknown stranger. Pregnant and chased out of the house with nowhere to go, her life went downhill. Amy left the country to avoid further humiliation, promising to do just anything to nurture the kid in her stomach.

However, she came back with her twin after six years. Finally, Billionaire Redford who had been in search of her, his one next stand from years ago, saw his chance to be with her and claim his children.

Will Amy agree to the rekindling
and find happiness from the one night of mistake and settle for the stranger she had one night stand with?

Or do you think her ex boyfriend will win her over again after betraying her with her step sister?

"You ruined my life… you were the one my stepsister used to ruin it, right? I know you're both devils!" Amy cried, collapsing to the ground as her heart shattered into pieces.

"I was at the bar that night… I didn't intend for anything to happen. I'm sorry. We have to be together for the sake of our kids," Redford said, pleading on his knees.

"Be together? I can never be with a man like you. My children aren't yours. Give me my kids, and let's part as if we never met," Amy's eyes were fixed on the floor, her tone steady.

Cheated on and humiliated, Amy spiraled into despair, leading to a reckless one-night stand with a stranger. Pregnant and abandoned, she fled the country to protect her child, vowing to survive at all costs.

Five years later, Amy returns with her twin, only to find that the stranger from that night is none other than billionaire Redford—now searching for her… and for the children he never knew he would claim.

Relentless, unpredictable, and impossible to resist, Redford will stop at nothing to make Amy his. But with her ex-fiancé still in the picture, Amy must decide: can she trust the love born from one reckless night… or will the past destroy her chance at happiness?

“Hide! Hide!” I yelled, striking Greg violently in the butt. I sensed his astonishment but I didn’t give a damn. If he loved me, he'd understand I was in a precarious situation. “What the hell's happening?!” Greg screamed but I still pushed him into my wardrobe anyway as Fred's voice echoed through the house. I can't imagine the torment I'd face if I was caught in a relationship with a man. 7 years ago, I worked for the Richardson family with my mother and when I lost her to cancer, I decided to drop out of school. However, luck was on my side or so I thought. The Richardson adopted me as their own but when I thought my life was starting to get better, Fred the true son of the family came into my life. It went downhill from there. I became a sex toy for him and it even got worse when my adoptive father joined his son to make my life a misery. I became traumatic. Not even the sweetest prince charming could woo me into liking him. To hell with every man! I hated them all until Greg came along. He loved me more than I loved myself but what could I do? Both father and son of the Richardson family had issued me a stern warning to shut every man out – I was an exclusive property. Would I ever get a shot at true love when my life’s a living hell?

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?"

"Jump, Stella. No one wants an ugly monster like you," my mother said coldly, blocking my escape route.

Behind me was the freezing, raging river; in front of me were the people I loved most, now forcing me to die. Jennifer smirked, clutching the trophy that belonged to me. "I'll take good care of Ethan for you," she whispered. I looked at their faces—twisted, cruel, triumphant. I didn't jump to die; I jumped to be reborn. As the icy water filled my lungs, I made a pact with the devil. I will crawl back from hell, and I will drag you all down with me.

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 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.

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?

"Someone is right behind you."
It's the most common comment I get in the chat during my late-night streams.
But when that exact phrase abruptly hijacked my screen, spammed in bold, blood-red letters, my blood ran completely cold.
Because deep down, I knew. This time, they weren't joking.
It was real.

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?

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

"Jaden Cole is an eighteen-year-old high school basketball captain. He is loved by all for his perfect image. He doesn't do drugs or smoke but party hard just like every other kid on the block.

His clean boyish attitude is like a magnet that attracts all the girls around him who will stop at nothing to get in his pant but Jaden doesn't keep them around long enough to want to claim the relationship status in his life.

But one day, things changed when a new kid, Ryder Smith shows up in his class. He is dark, mysterious and the complete opposite of Jaden Cole. He smokes, has tattoos, and rides a Harlem to school.

Ryder Smith is your typical bad boy, with lip piercing and has no mouth filter. But beneath all that roughness is a big loveable heart and will do anything to have Jaden Cole see it, only problem is, Jaden Cole doesn't want anything to do with Ryder Smith, or does he?"

After being married to my husband for four years I'm finally free. My plan is finally coming together and I can see my future in front of me. My dream is becoming reality with the money Simon has to give me after the divorce. My final act of revenge.

Hana thinks she has everything planned out after her divorce. That is until the police knocks on her door asking questions about her ex-husband. Not long after there is another knock. This time it's the mafia and they don't want to talk. The third time someone knocks on Hana's door she isn't opening it. But when she does, against her better judgment, she finds her ex's father who she never met. He should be the enemy, his presence should trigger all her alarms. So why is it she can't seem to ask him to leave and why does she feel safe with him?

Hunter hasn't seen his son in years, but an old friend calls to tell him the police is investigating his son. Hunter tracks down his son's wife and the instant he meets her he can't think of anything besides her blue eyes. He promises to help her. It's the right thing to do, and has nothing to do with how his body reacts when she is close.

Trigger warnings
Domestic abuse
Graphic descriptions of violence
Graphic sex scenes

"Five years and that's all you have to say to me?" he asked. Standing so close she could taste his breath.

She wanted to move away from him. But she didn't want him to know just how much he affected her. So she stood right there. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her.

"Well... Is there anything else you want me to say?" she asked

The side of his mouth moved upwards.

He was smiling? Why the hell was he smiling like that? She thought. She didn't remember saying anything funny.

"You left... Kitty" he said. "I asked you to stay... Begged you to stay... And you left anyways.. With him. And now you come back... Acting like everything is okay between us...?"

There was something about him... She thought. Something about the way he called her 'Kitty' that made her heart flip. He was the only one who called her that. She hadn't even realized how much she missed him calling her that.

"You shouldn't have gone with him". He said.

"Oh really? Why not? Because you didn't want me to?" she asked. She was starting to get angry.

"Yeah that's right" he replied. "And because of what you felt for me -what we felt for each other. When I came near you, you felt an excitement so intense that you ceased to breathe --like you are feeling right now. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. And that should have been enough to make you stay"

What happens when you hit rock bottom and can’t see a way out? Do you take the handsome stranger’s indecent proposal that seems too good to be true?

In a word, yes. Desperation will make you do crazy things, like giving up a year of your life and travelling halfway around the world to marry a gorgeous Aussie winemaker who seems to come with more baggage than he knows what to do with.

I know I should keep my distance but there is something about him that just draws me in. Maybe it is the way he always seems to be there for me when I need it most, or that he just seems to know the right thing to say. All I know is that the moment he kisses me on our wedding day, I am in trouble.

Wealthy and arrogant, Alex is used to getting whatever he wants and he has set his eyes on Olivia. For months he has watched her as she calls out to every protective instinct he possesses. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself, he is determined to make her his, in any way possible.

But Alex is hiding a secret, one that he is determined to protect until, one day, Olivia makes a revelation that sets her on a course of self-discovery. Together they explore Olivia’s submissive side, pushing boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride of her life. However, when Olivia’s past threatens to expose Alex’s secret, the true strength behind Alex and Olivia’s relationship is revealed.