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Gina's perfect life was turned into a live horror scene when she witnessed her husband fucking her sister. The worst part? She was pregnant and was ready to tell her husband only for her to realize they had been trying to make her infertile for years. Upon discovering their betrayal, they pushed her down a cliff and left her to die. Surprisingly, she was saved by a stranger who found her washed up on his beach. This stranger however wanted something from her. A marriage contract that could destroy the lives of the ones who tried to kill her. Except, this stranger also wanted her sister.

Two months after Derek Prescott blindsided me with a breakup, I ran into him at the Alpha Xi annual formal at St. Jude University.
I'd been about to leave when Blair Covington—his new girlfriend and daughter of a Winthrop Holdings executive—waved me over with a smile that promised trouble.
The table was mid-round of Truth or Dare, everyone half-drunk and looking for blood.
Derek raised his champagne flute with theatrical flair, his arm draped around Blair—apparently his golden ticket to finally belonging.
"The smartest thing I ever did in my last relationship? Cutting loose the dead weight—some townie girl who was only dragging me down. Now I'm with someone who actually understands what it means to have standards."
Snickers rippled around the table. Every set of eyes swiveled toward me—the nobody ex-girlfriend with no family name to drop.
I didn't flinch. Just rattled the ice in my glass and gestured lazily for the game to continue.
When it was finally my turn, someone threw out a loaded question, voice dripping with fake sweetness: "So Cordelia, did you ever hide anything from your ex?"
"Actually, yes." I met Derek's eyes without blinking.
"Oh? What was it?"
"I hid where I really come from." My voice was flat, bored. "My family's old money. Serious old money."

The night the team wins again, the roar inside the arena could raise the roof.

On the ice, the captain has his arm around the new cheer captain, spinning her under the lights. His skates cut clean lines across the ice. Teammates whistle and shout, someone yells "ask her out!", someone else films on their phone. Everyone waits for me to show up and make a scene. Cry, stumble onto the ice, drop to my knees and beg him to come back. Pathetic, like every time before.

But no one knows I'm in the back of the locker room right now, pressed against a cold metal locker.

The quiet backup player has his hand on the back of my neck, his voice barely steady. "You sure about this?"

I push up on my toes and kiss him first.

“I just gave you pleasure,” Valen skited like it was a great achievement to boast about. He felt no guilt for his earlier sin.
“I did not ask you to.” I retaliated. It was wrong of me to fall victim to his allure. It was purely Zeus’ fault. His wolf was nicer.
“You like it though.” His voice was low and throaty with a triumphant grin. Damn his ego! “You didn’t want me to stop before.”
Blood rushed to my face and I blushed in shame as he stared at me. I stretched for a pillow and sailed it at him. He caught it with a devious chuckle.

Alpha Prince Valen, the next in-line to be Alpha King, has been Raina's crush since childhood. For years she yearned for the attention that he never gave. She was ecstatic when Valen turned out to be her mate. He was hers.

Sadly, something’s wrong with the mate bond. The old books refer to them as unfortunate soulmates. This implied that the bond would never last.

Forced to reject her and sever the bond, the painful separation exposed Raina to numerous challenges and dangers. A glimpse of the future has left her torn between the desire for her mate and the doom of their fate.

Will Raina and Valen have their happy ending or did the moon goddess have something else in store for them? Should she fight for her mate or let the course of destiny unfold? - Find out as Raina embarks on a journey filled with heartache, revelation, and an uncertain future.
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This is Book 2 from the Mates series. Can be read as a standalone, however, to understand the characters, you might want to read Book 1 - Mates: Regrets and Redemption
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On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.

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

At our engagement party, my fiancé's first love confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone.
Without a second thought, he shoved me aside and ran after her, leaving me to be hit by a car.
While I was in the hospital, he brought her into our home and forced me to eat food I was allergic to.
Most absurd of all, he personally sent me to the operating table so I could give her my kidney.
She tortured my cat to death, and all he said was, "It was just a cat."
The day I decided to leave the country, he thought I had died in a plane crash. Then he got into a car accident and lost his memory, remembering only the version of us at eighteen—when we were in love.
Too bad some scars never fade.

I always thought Arthur's surgical hands were a gift from God.

When my sister Emily was crushed in a car crash, he spent ten grueling hours in the OR. He emerged exhausted, eyes red, and pulled me tight. "I'm sorry, Anna. I tried everything," he whispered. "But her heart... it can still save someone else."

I believed him. God help me, I even thanked him.

A year later, I cracked his locked safe and found a black flash drive.

The security footage showed my husband hovering over Emily's ICU bed. He didn't call for help. He didn't try to save her. He just watched her oxygen drop, then calmly reached out and yanked her breathing tube.

One room over, his first love was waiting for a heart transplant.

Just like that, my world vanished. My husband wasn't a savior in a white coat. He was an executioner.

I died on that operating table.

Arthur cut my five-year-old son Leo open and took his kidneys to save his bastard kid. Leo died. I died. They threw us out like garbage in the snow.

But I came back.

Back to that same rainy night. This time when Arthur tried stealing Leo's life-saving medicine for that bitch Lily, I slapped her face to pieces.

Outside the OR, Arthur shoved donation papers at me. I laughed and dialed a number I'd buried five years ago.

"Viktor? Your sister needs a favor. Bring your guns."

Explosions echoed through the hospital as my brother walked through the smoke.

"Nobody touches my nephew." His gun pressed against Arthur's forehead.

Arthur was scared shitless: "Jesus Christ... you're a Rockwell?!"

Too bad he figured it out too late.

My name is Nora Monroe. Thirty-two weeks pregnant, ready to pop anytime.
This morning, my husband Everett left town, leaving me and my cat, Piper, alone at home.
Deep into the night, a strange woman called. Her voice was gentle, apologetic—she said my cat Piper had somehow wandered downstairs. She was severely allergic to cat dander and couldn't bring her up to me. I grabbed my coat, ready to head down, when the baby suddenly gave me a vicious kick. The pain sent me collapsing back onto the sofa, unable to move.
The woman on the phone urged me over and over. I looked up, my eyes falling on the corner of the living room.
Piper was sitting right there, staring unblinkingly at me...

It's supposed to be our last class trip before graduation. The bus loses control on a mountain road and goes over the edge.

I think we're all going to die.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in a classroom that looks like it's been rotting for decades.

A system alert blares through my skull:

【Welcome to Ravenwood High. Unnameable creatures roam the campus. Survive 7 days. Uncover the truth behind the campus Boss's death. Every player who dies adds $800,000 to the prize pool. Make it out, and the money is yours.】

Everyone loses it. Screaming, crying, total chaos. The first thing Brett does is shove me toward the door to check the hallway. Because of course he does. I'm the class punching bag. The girl nobody would miss.

Everyone assumes I'll be the first to die.

What nobody sees is the smile pulling at the corner of my mouth as I stand at that door, staring at whatever is writhing in the shadows of the hallway.

In the delivery room, my husband Ronan fumed that having a male doctor was a disgrace. My mother-in-law Coralie griped about the hospital bill. His sister Ophelia clung to his arm, pinching her nose and mocking the smell of the room.
In my previous life, today was the day the doctor ordered an extra blood test due to my in-laws' history of blood disorders. Two Type-O parents had somehow produced a Type-B daughter.
Coralie pointed at my nose, calling me a whore. Ophelia fueled the fire, sneering, "Just admit it, Sabine." Ronan slapped me off the delivery bed, demanding the name of my "lover."
I died having no way to prove my innocence, losing both my life and my daughter, Sorrel.
It wasn't until moments before my death, when I pushed open the master bedroom door, that I finally understood: the two people tangled naked in my marital bed were my husband and his own sister.
I opened my eyes. I was back to the morning after giving birth to my daughter.

My brother was jealous after I won a $50 million lottery jackpot, so he tricked me into believing an extreme ice-age apocalypse was coming.
Because I trusted him, I spent every last dollar my parents and I had—fortifying the house and stockpiling supplies.
Two weeks later, he told me that there was no coming apocalypse. It had all been a lie.
Just when I was drowning in despair, hail started falling in the middle of summer.
The deep freeze apocalypse had really begun.

My mother was dying, and I—the fallen heiress of the Sterling family—had no choice but to ask my husband for the $200,000 stipulated in our prenuptial agreement, less than a week after our wedding.

He transferred the money without a word.

But that night, the way he looked at me changed.

"So the Sterling family is drowning in fraud scandals. I guess greed really does run in the blood."

From that day on, Theodore never looked me in the eye again.

He started openly parading other women at social events, letting everyone mock me as a gold-digger who only married him for money.

Today is my birthday. I'm sitting in the emergency room with unbearable stomach pain.

Meanwhile, Theodore is throwing a party for his new girlfriend.

Clutching the $185 emergency room bill, I call him.

"Theodore, let's get a divorce."

"Here we go again. How much are you trying to extort from me this time?"

Callum Brennan was born to lead London's most powerful werewolf pack. Then his twin brother framed him for murder.
Stripped of everything, Callum is thrown into the Rookeries, where packless wolves go to die. But he survives. He builds a pack from the broken and the damned. He falls in love with Valentina, a dhampir hunted by the same vampire Parliament that destroyed his life.
In a city ruled by immortal aristocrats and controlled by ancient dragons, Callum learns the hardest truth: individual virtue cannot defeat systemic evil. But small victories matter. And some fights are worth losing everything

As a bestselling paranormal romance writer, I've killed off villains, rejected cheating Alphas, and handed out happy endings for years.
Turns out, writing about betrayal is a lot easier than living through it.
I caught my fiancé, Alpha Kael Draven, in bed with my stepsister. They expected tears, screaming, maybe a dramatic slap or two.
I gave them a smile instead.
Nothing bruises a cheating Alpha's ego faster than realizing his mate doesn't care enough to fight over him.
Just when I thought I'd survived the worst day of my life, the most feared Lycan in the country arrived at our pack, and suddenly everyone forgot about the affair and started acting like I was the real problem.
Now my cheating fiancé won't let me out of his sight, my delusional stepsister is determined to steal a title that was never hers, and a dangerous Lycan keeps looking at me like he's been waiting for me his entire life.
The funny thing?
I've written this story before.
Or... at least I thought I had.
Because this one refuses to follow my plot, the characters won't obey me, and I'm beginning to suspect the Moon Goddess never bothered reading my books.
If this is fate's idea of a romance, she seriously needs a better editor.

After ten years of marriage, my fated mate, Alpha Harvey, had slept with nearly every female worker in the Silver Claw Packhouse.
When I was seven months pregnant, his newly kept mistress, Yvonne Robson, offended the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack at a celebration banquet. Badly.
"Jasmine, you, kneel and apologize on her behalf."
The entire banquet hall fell silent.
I blinked at him, sure I had misheard. "Excuse me?"
"She's young," he said impatiently, as if this were a minor inconvenience. "She made a mistake. You're the Luna. You need to fix it."
I placed a hand over my swollen belly, my wolf snarling inside me. "I'm pregnant, Harvey. How can I kneel? What if it hurts the pup—"
He cut me off harshly. 'It's just kneeling. You've never acted so delicate before.'
He dragged me forcefully to Alpha Kenneth.
Then, before I could react, Alpha Harvey shoved me down, forcing my head toward the ground.
Pain shot through my knees as they hit the floor.
And then—a sharp, wet sensation beneath me.

A story of Asagi Mikumi being transported to another fantasy world with the floating Kingdom that she bought in her idle game.

She was transported due to a message from the system and when she agreed to it she was transported in another world as her game avatar Asagi, now she is the owner of her own bought floating Kingdom and at the same time the queen of the said kingdom.

Follow Asagi on how will she fare in another world with her own floating Kingdom that she bought in her game store for her idle game and her as it's Queen.

She was a Mage. He was Human. There was a Witch Hunt.
She was targeted. He refused to lose her.
They had allies. They had enemies.

In Book 1, follow Coralis Golmar, AKA Blue Thunder, as she discovers some truths about herself while many people seek her out.
As she conciliates two full-time jobs, she tries to hide what she is from the human-kind. Meanwhile, the list of people wanting her dead grew.
As the true enemies bring forth a witch-hunt to eliminate their threats, she finds herself in the middle of a mythical war. Meanwhile, she worries about her human boyfriend.
As tensions among factions rise and culminate, she realizes one thing: if she wants to survive, she needs to be more brutal and deadlier than those wanting her dead.
What will she be willing to do to protect her loved ones?
Trigger warning and disclaimer: While I do not glorify abuse, the topic is mentioned and implied in some passages. Some chapters are violent, and the violence is gory and brutal.

Note: I've got a trilogy planned out, and then some. Book 2 is complete, but not yet published here.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
Victoria was raised in the mountains where she was abandoned. After her father's accidental death, her mother remarried a wealthy man.
Upon being brought to the city, she discovered that her mother wasn't heartless, but had given all her love to her favored stepdaughter.
Victoria was then married off to the unconscious Edward. Who would have thought that on her wedding night, she would have her pants taken off by her 'vegetative' husband Edward?
Help! If only she had known, she wouldn't have treated Edward. After he recovered, she realized that her husband possessed not only wealth but also a lot of energetic sperm!
Pregnant Victoria, sought after by top doctors, became a prominent figure. Those who had bullied her were in tears. Even the proud Edward was flustered.
This outstanding Victoria was his discovery, so why were people coming forward to claim kinship? Oh well, his wife was too formidable. Whether he was the richest man or not didn't matter; he didn't mind becoming a son-in-law.
Victoria wanted to refuse. She wanted to return to her rightful life and walk the path of a wealthy heiress, with this young and handsome man... No, no! Her back was sore! Edward at home was insatiable!

Trixie was twelve years old when her parents, the Luna and alpha of the pack, were killed in a rogue attack, or what she thought was a rogue attack. Since she was the only child, the only heir, she should have been next in line for the alpha position. Since she was only 12 her uncle took over as alpha. For 5 years her uncle and his family has mistreated her. Stripped her of her title. He has constantly tried to steal her inheritance her parents left her. With time not on his side, her uncle Melvin, signs her up for the yearly tournament being held at palace. Where he plans to finally end Trixie and finally get his hands on her money. Trixie’s luck changes when she’s finds her mates. The twin Lycan Kings.

Blurb:
“I remember bits and pieces, but nothing clear. My mate, King Lucian, has told me stories about my past, but I cannot actually recall the events myself. It is very frustrating,”

The foundation of Celestia's world came crashing down on the night, her pup was wrenched out of her hands and placed in the arms of her mate's first love Afterward she was framed for crimes she didn't commit rejected, stripped of her title as Luna, her wolf and discarded to die a rogue.

But Celestia would not die, she would claw her way back to the top until she stood by the side of the most powerful man on the continent.

Will she be able to claim her revenge or will she take back the man who made her lose it all?

I know what you are thinking!?
That this is a beautiful Lycan Love story. I am exactly not in the right mood to tell you how absolutely wrong you are.
Beautiful? It's not a word I am sure is related to me. Love? I am not entirely sure if I can say I have ever experienced that. Lycan? I have not even been given the luck of being that. What can I even really say I am? Even I lack the right answer to this question. All I know is that right now, I am wrapped around Jacob's back as he runs through the thick forest, blood trickling down my face, his heart beating so fast like it's about to burst open, and am sure he is probably praying to the mother goddess that we do not get caught as he runs with me on his back.
Me?
I am Number 28. No. That is not the name my mother gave me, it is my identity in the pack I come from. I am a Doulos, meaning Slave. No, I am not a slave actually, I am a slave of slaves. Slaves are permitted to keep their birth names, but Doulos, we are identified by numbers, worst than slaves, servants to slaves. We are the lowest rank of shame in the pack, and I, I am one of them, No. 28.
I may have been free once, a noble perhaps, but that may have happened while I was in my mother's womb, and my father was still alive. But everything changed the day I was born. I was told my father died in battle the day I was born while disobeying the Alpha and leading a thousand plus of the packs finest soldiers to death.
My birth name is Ianna Evar, and this is my story beginning from two weeks ago!

Do you remember the story of Rapunzel, the long golden-haired girl trapped in a tower.

And do you remember the witch that took her, because of a feud from both siblings. The woman no one knew the tower was originally built for.

What you don't know was that that witch was once a Queen. And across the kingdoms of Arrandelle and Seatopia, jealousy does more than poison hearts between two sisters, it created curses.

When Princess Athalia, driven by envy and desperate longing, forges a forbidden pact to gain beauty and influence, she unknowingly ignites a chain of events that twists love into obsession and ambition into ruin.

The sorcerer’s bargain demands an impossible pact, else she will face destruction. But how long will the result of Athalia’s ambition and jealousy grow?

This is the untold origin of the witch and Rapunzel's parents, reimagined into a darker tale where every spell demands a sacrifice and every fairy tale begins with a sin.

Kerri Coleman thought her worst nightmare was divorcing Liam Tate - Hollywood's hottest actor and the man she loved in secret.
But when she exposed their hidden marriage, the world didn't crown her his wife... it crucified her as his scandal. Betrayed, penniless, and hunted by Liam's furious fans, she had nowhere left to turn.
Until she met him.
Arlo Frantz. Infamous mafia boss. The man who claimed he could give her back everything she lost. Fame. Power. Revenge.
But his price wasn't money.
It was marriage.
Now, Kerri must decide: will she risk falling into another dangerous union just to destroy the man who ruined her... or will she lose herself to the devil who wants to own her heart?

Selene Marionette Alvarez was once the devoted Luna-to-be of the West Pack—loyal, kind, and willing to sacrifice everything for love. Betrayed by her mate and her own sister, her life ended under the cold light of the full moon.

But death was not the end.

Bound to a mysterious moon hourglass linked to her bloodline, Selene is sent six years into the past, awakening in a life she no longer lives and a world that has not yet broken her. Armed with memories of betrayal and the truth of her own murder, she returns not as a victim, but as a woman determined to rewrite her fate.

As Selene navigates her second life, she hides her sharp mind and simmering rage behind a familiar mask of warmth and charm. While those around her remain unaware, she carefully reshapes relationships, consolidates her influence, and prepares for the future she knows is coming.

When a new mate—Ryzen Jarren Morwood—enters her life, Selene is forced to confront a question she never expected: can a heart once shattered choose love again?

The Luna Who Reversed the Moon’s Hourglass is a story of revenge, rebirth, and redemption—where fate is challenged, power is reclaimed, and a Luna learns that sometimes survival is only the beginning.

“I don’t care if the whole world wants you, you belong to me.”
“No, I don’t belong to you. Vampires and werewolves do not mix.”
“Yet, here you are in my bed, squirming at my touch. Lie to me, lie to Eidenel, that you don’t feel desire burning in you as I plant my kisses and fingers on your skin.”
"I feel a burning sensation between my legs."


Eidenel was from a special bloodline but by the time she was born, she found herself alone and being used by her pack. Eidenel was the daughter of the Beta of Sudden Fang Pack, but she was born with features that attracted a myth or a prophecy as some would call it.
In past times, the moon goddess had cursed a witch from a vampire pack after she dared intrude into a werewolf pack, and got pregnant by the then Alpha. The lineage was hereby cursed, and that Alpha lost his life. However, his offspring was born and the cursed lineage continued. Whoever was born with a red hoof was said to be from the cursed lineage of the ancestors, and the moon goddess would treat that person's destiny accordingly.
''Eidenel, how come I get to spot red dots on your hoofs sometimes? Sometimes it's pure white like the rest of your body. Is it my eyes?''

They took everything from her.
Framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Damarys Frostmere spent three years in one of the cruelest prisons imaginable—abandoned by her family, betrayed by her mate, and silenced by a world that refused to hear the truth. But prison didn’t break her.
It forged her.
Now free, Damarys returns to a home that was never truly hers… only to walk away for good. Her family chose her sister. Her mate chose power. And the people who destroyed her life believe she’s too broken to fight back.
They’re wrong.
Armed with forbidden magic, sharpened by years of torment, and driven by a promise to the one person who loved her, Damarys begins her descent into vengeance. One by one, those who betrayed her will pay.
But as she vanishes into a new life, she unknowingly captures the attention of a powerful Alpha—Dante Ravencrest—a deadly man who can’t forget the mysterious woman who saved his life… and may just be his destined mate.
With enemies closing in, secrets unraveling, and a storm of reckoning on the horizon—
Damarys is no longer the girl they condemned.
She is the nightmare they created.
The Luna Chronicles is a spellbinding anthology of five fierce, emotional tales where wounded hearts, ancient magic, and dangerous destinies collide. From a prison survivor who rises as the most powerful wolf-mage, to an omega’s child destined to become Alpha, to a lycan queen seeking vengeance, each story follows women who refuse to remain broken. In worlds ruled by pack law, blood bonds, and moonlit secrets, betrayal is only the beginning—and love may be the most dangerous power of all.

They were born enemies.

Isabella knew it the moment she met him.
Alessandro De Luca—the man she was never supposed to touch, love, or trust.

He didn’t know her name.
Didn’t know her blood.
Didn’t know that every smile she gave him was wrapped in betrayal.

For generations, the De Luca and Romano families had been locked in a war written in blood. She was raised to remember it. He was raised to finish it.

Yet in a room filled with champagne, silk, and whispered threats, they fell into something dangerously real.

She loved him knowing it could destroy them both.
He loved her without ever realizing who she truly was.

When the truth finally explodes in gunfire, Isabella disappears—taken back into the family that owns her name, carrying a secret she never meant for him to find.

Their child.

Alessandro searches for her like a man losing his mind. Across cities. Across borders. Across the ruins of a war he thought was over.

Until fate traps him in a forgotten Italian monastery—and puts her back in his arms.

The woman he never stopped loving,
The child he never knew existed,
And a truth powerful enough to reignite a vendetta buried for years.

This time, they run together.

And this time, blood will be paid in full.

I don't dance because I love it. I dance because I'm a debt collector for my own soul.
My sister hasn't walked in twelve months. That's my fault. I was the one behind the wheel, and I was the one who walked away without a scratch while Lumi lost the use of her legs. Now I spend my days mopping the floors of the elite Vance Academy, watching rich kids complain about their stress while I calculate the cost of my sister's next surgery. I smell like bleach and old sneakers. I dance in dark alleys until my toes bleed, because it is the only time I don't feel like I'm suffocating.
Then Coach Elias sees me. He calls it an opportunity. I call it a paycheck.
If I can survive one semester and win the Winter Gala prize money, I can get Lumi the surgery she needs. But the Academy's golden boy, Caspian Thorne, wants me gone before I ruin something he has never had to work for in his life. He thinks I'm a joke. The girl who learned to pirouette on cracked concrete, playing dress-up in his world.
He's right that I don't belong here. He's wrong about everything else.
I don't know how to play by their rules. I don't know how to smile through the silk ribbons and the trust funds and the inherited grace. But I know how to survive. And in a world where everything shines because I’m the one scrubbing it clean, I’m ready to leave a permanent stain. If I have to break every heart in this building to save my sister, I will. Starting with his.

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When you find out, he was the man you were arranged to be with, he was the villain you've always heard about and ran from. And worst of all, you realise you've been deceived since you set your eyes on him.

Elysian, an heiress flees her powerful vampire clan from an arranged marriage, vanishing into a human city to pose as an ordinary student.

But beneath her flawless façade lurks a predator who punishes bullies and sinners without mercy. Students vanish and rumors spread and whispers of death follow her every step.

Her secret? She’s a vampire. And the one person who might expose or destroy her is the school’s mysterious hit teacher… who she was so obsessed with and who just happens to be her fated mate.

Her dirtiest secret? she kills anyone who goes near her mate.

This is a reverse harem romance that brings the heat and the happily-ever-after...in one sitting!
She's supposed to be untouchable. Forbidden. The delicious sweetness we're not allowed to crave and a scandal waiting to happen.

Yet, we refuse to go another semester without her in out arms. Another year not knowing the taste of her lips.

Jemma is the beautiful raven-haired temptation from my senior lecture with the captivating green eyes and curves made of sin. She stirs a raw need in us to find out everything about her. To shower her with the beauties of the world just to see her face light up with joy.

We're the kind of men who have nearly everything we want, yet there's one thing missing in our lives. Someone with the softest lips and sweetest heart to warm our souls and bed.

The world would say what we want with my young student is wrong, that men like us can't have a woman like her.

But they're wrong.
Because Jemma promises she wants every inch of what we have to give her.
She's afraid of breaking the rules, but we'll show her how good it feels to finally fall for her filthy professors.

There's nothing crazier than me destroying my own life by dating a crazy man until I ended up pregnant with his damn child. Oh, my child is not wrong, but I started to hate my child when my boyfriend said, "Just abort it!"
In deep hurt and anger, I found myself despairing of life.
I went to see a friend named Damian to get an abortion pill, but through Damian, I found a reason to keep my life and this baby.
When I decided to start a new life, my damn boyfriend Dylan suddenly came back wanting to marry me and take responsibility for this baby.
The planned wedding was canceled because we discovered Dylan's true identity as a mafia member; clearly, my family wouldn't accept that. Another shocking fact I received was that behind Dylan's return, there was an intention to bring down my father.
A fight between my father and Dylan occurred, leading to my father's death, and Dylan still wanted our wedding to happen. And on our wedding day, I gave everyone a big surprise.
"Wow, a black dress. Are you cursing your own wedding?" Dylan stared at me, shocked and angry, in front of all the invited guests.
"Black is a symbol of mourning. And my father just died at the hands of his son-in-law."
Since then, I've spent my days as Dylan's wife and thot about how to get revenge.

“Ah, there you are, quiet and wanton, just the way I like you.” He groaned in pleasure, wrapping his large hand around my throat as he curved his fingers in me. My knees buckled, and I tried to hold on to my rage, but there was nothing but heat, spreading under my skin like wildfire. Vincent consumed me with every touch.
He brought his mouth down on my neck, and I gave him my throat willingly. Use me. Feed from me. Fuck me.
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She is supposed to marry the enemy, but instead, a monster claims her as his.
Princess Freya Everstorm has spent her life locked away, wolfless and unwanted. On her wedding day to Carden Hawthorn, her only chance at freedom is ripped away when they are attacked by Vincent, the mythical King from a kingdom which shouldn’t exist. Instead of killing her, he takes her as his.
Now, she is trapped in a Kingdom of outcasts and bound to the man who murdered her parents. He is supposed to be her captor. She is his enemy. They should hate each other, and they do, but soon, something forbidden spills through the cracks. She will keep trying to escape no matter what, but he will never let her go.
A plague is destroying his people. Assassins move in the shadows. Carden is coming for his vengeance. War is looming, and yet, they cannot stay away from each other. This forbidden attraction is proving to be … far more dangerous than the war, and she might not survive it.
A dark fantasy romance filled with morally grey anti-heroes, forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers slow burn, and a consuming, possessive and destructive love story about a man who would rather burn the world before he lets her go.

Detective Iris Hale has spent twelve years building an impeccable reputation—logical, relentless, untouchable. In a city where most cases involve infidelity and insurance fraud, she's the department's rising star, poised for promotion to Homicide Chief. Then the "Reaper Murders" shatter her carefully constructed world.
Seventeen bodies in three months. Each victim carved with an elegant "R" mark post-mortem, their faces frozen in expressions of euphoric terror. No DNA. No witnesses. No pattern—except the killer's obsession with perfection. The city spirals into paranoia, and the department hands Iris an ultimatum: catch the Reaper or watch her career burn.
But when Iris discovers a mark identical to the victims' carved into her own childhood diary—dated fifteen years ago—the investigation becomes horrifyingly personal. Someone has been watching her since she was seventeen. Someone who knows the darkest secret she's buried: the night she accidentally killed her abusive stepfather and made it look like suicide.
Enter Dr. Ronan Ashford, the enigmatic forensic psychologist assigned to her task force. Brilliant, unsettling, and possessing an uncanny ability to predict the killer's next move, Ronan becomes Iris's only anchor in the chaos. He sees past her professional armor to the guilt she's weaponized into ambition. Their intellectual chemistry ignites into something dangerous, something neither can afford—especially when Iris begins noticing that Ronan's theoretical profiles feel less like deduction and more like confession.
As bodies pile up and the Reaper's messages grow intimate—notes addressing her by childhood nickname, crime scenes staged at locations from her past—Iris faces an impossible truth: the killer isn't just obsessed with her. He's been crafting her into his masterpiece for over a decade. Every case she's solved, every criminal she's caught, every moral compromise she's made—all calculated steps in his grand design.

I was born the Vampire King’s daughter and became the kingdom’s greatest young athlete, until my stepsister stole my power and framed me for attacking her. My father believed her and banished me from the kingdom. Then I met the Werewolf Prince everyone had forgotten, a prince cast aside because his own power never awakened. We were both supposed to stay powerless, but together, something changed. Now our powers are returning, our enemies are getting nervous, and we are ready to take back everything they stole from us.

She planned to give her virginity to her boyfriend.
Instead, she gave it to his best friend.
In the darkness, one mistake changes everything.
Now bound by a secret they swore to bury, Veda and Winslow must pretend nothing happened…
But some nights refuse to be forgotten.
And some feelings? Impossible to ignore.

After the crash, everyone told Mara Ellis to be grateful her husband survived.

Evan Vale came home breathing, walking, smiling when people told him to smile. But the man in her kitchen no longer cared about the tiny rules that had once held his brilliant mind together: the blue mug facing east, the dry workbench, the exact order of every file name. His stepmother called it healing. His half brother called it a second chance.

Mara called it a warning.

When Evan's family moves to take his company, his money, and his legal voice, Mara discovers the real Evan saw the attack coming. He left her a trail hidden inside the ordinary life they built together. To save what remains of him, she will have to stop begging people to believe her and become the one person his enemies forgot to fear.

When Dorian Falco’s stepsister and secret lover was found brutally violated in a slum alleyway, the Mafia Don lost his fucking mind.
And he blamed me.
He dragged me into the manor's dungeon, throwing me to a dozen of his most depraved enforcers.
"Whatever Camilla suffered, you'll pay back a thousand times over."
I collapsed on the freezing floor, sobbing as I desperately clutched his pant leg. "I love you! I would never hurt her! Please, Dorian, believe me!"
Dorian only offered his cruelest sneer.
"Jealous that she gets the real thing? Fine. I'll make you filthier than she ever was."
He locked me in that blood-stained cell for seven days and nights.
His thugs, given carte blanche by the Don, whipped me with chains and violated me without restraint. I screamed Dorian's name in the darkness until my throat shredded.
Seven days later, Dorian returned with a recovering Camilla.
He stood outside the heavy iron door, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
"Crawl out here, Saoirse. Get on your knees, kiss Camilla's shoes, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you live."
Silence. No answer.
Because three days ago, I had already died in that cell.

The smell of blood. A nauseating mixture of rust and formaldehyde, so thick it made me want to gag.
My fingernails dug deep into my flesh, my lungs heaving like a worn-out bellows. The second hand on the clock mounted on the wall ticked forward.
"Tick."
The time was 9:50 p.m.
I lowered my head and stared at my perfectly intact hands. No broken finger bones from Chad stomping on them. No ruined wrists from Victoria's box cutter. I breathed in the icy air as my heart hammered against my ribs.
I had been reborn. Back to the night of death at St. Jude's Academy—the night they called the “Freshman Initiation.”
In my previous life, I had died at exactly midnight, my last breath swallowed by their hysterical laughter.
Two hours and ten minutes remained until midnight.
This time, I would make sure they wished for death and couldn't even have that.

Seamus O'Sullivan, Don of the Irish Mafia, forged a custom gold crest ring to find the woman he’d met at that ball.

He decreed that whoever could wear it would become his bride.

We had all died trying to claim it.

I had already watched my stepsister starve herself to the bone to wear it, only to take a bullet to the head on her wedding night.

I'd seen my stepmother hack off her own finger to force it on, earning herself cement shoes at the bottom of the Atlantic.

By my third life, they pushed me out, and I slipped the ring on easily. I really thought I was his bride. But on our wedding night, when the Don kissed my inner thigh, he snapped—and smothered me with a pillow.

He forced it over my face. I thrashed and clawed, but he pinned me down.

"Why isn't it her?!" he roared through the feathers. "Where is she?!"

Now, I was awake again. The fourth lifetime.

1

Golden Nixon has always been the fat, quiet girl with a loving heart no one deserved.
In a prestigious university where beauty talks louder than brains, she's mocked, ignored, and bullied. Even by the one boy she has a crush on.

Allan Renshaw is the school's most wanted play boy. Tattooed, dreadlocked, dangerously charming, and admired. He's everything Golden isn't.

Yet shame is a cruel master. He hides her. He mocks her to fit in. And when Golden overhears him body shaming her in front of his friends, her already fragile heart shatters.

Will Allan fight for her? Or has Golden finally learned that loving someone harder won't make them love you back?

My fiancé has tried to kill me seventeen times.

Everyone says I'm cursed by the Moon Goddess. Five years, seventeen mating ceremonies—all ending in blood.

An eagle's talons through my spine. Poisoned wine that stopped my heart. Ritual flames that charred my skin. Each time, I survived. Each time, Kael Silverblade held my hand and swore it was fate's cruelty, not his.

I believed him.

Until the seventeenth time.

Blood moon. Three assassins. Nine bone blades cutting precise lines across my body—missing every vital organ, maximizing the pain. I writhed on the sacred stones, screaming until my voice broke.

Three days later, still wrapped in bandages, I heard him talking to his lieutenant outside the healing den.

"Lord Silverblade, she almost died this time. Maybe we should—"

"No." Kael's voice was ice. "Her brother saved my life. My grandfather swore a blood debt—a mating bond to repay it. But goddammit, I love Vira. I've always loved Vira. Not her."

Silence.

"Keep the accidents coming," he said. "As long as she won't let go, we keep going. She'll break eventually. She has to."

I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face.

Seventeen times. Not curses. Not fate.

Him.

The male I'd loved since I was sixteen.

But here's what Kael doesn't know—this time, he finally wins.

I won't survive the next full moon.

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

When the apocalypse struck, my brother Leo didn't hesitate to choose the offshore sanctuary.
In our past life, faced with a choice between a powerful inland warlord commanding a massive army and a leader clinging to a solitary island, Leo snatched up the first option.
But when a zombie horde overran the mainland and defenses collapsed, he fled to my island for refuge.
Jealous of how well I was surviving the end of the world, he and our parents knocked me unconscious in the dead of night and threw me into the ocean to drown.
Now that I've been reborn, Leo immediately took our parents to the maritime base, leaving the "dangerous" mainland to me.
He thinks the ocean is a natural barrier that guarantees his safety, that he can sit back and relax while the world burns.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
Zombies aren't just static, mindless walking dead—they evolve.
And when they do, that offshore sanctuary will become a floating hell with no way out.

Rule number one: Never fall for the Hockey Alpha.

That was the plan.

Ninety days.
One fake relationship.
No feelings.

I’m a fallen Crescent Moon princess turned scholarship boxer, fighting to save my sick brother while uncovering the truth behind my father’s disappearance.

Luca Silver is the hockey captain, the future Alpha, and the heir to the family I’ve spent years blaming for my downfall.

When a scandal threatens his reputation, he needs a fake girlfriend. I need money and answers.

So we make a deal.

No real kisses.
No emotions.
No falling in love.

Except Luca isn’t just my fake boyfriend.

He’s my roommate.
My enemy.
And my fated mate.

When our bond awakens, the lines between hate and desire begin to blur. But as dark secrets from the past resurface and rival packs close in, I discover my father’s disappearance was never an accident.

The Silver family may not be my enemy.

And falling for my enemy might be the choice that starts a war.

"Why?" I choke out, my hands trembling as I pulled them back to my chest.

As if by instinct, I slide my palm onto my pregnant belly, and was about to tell him about our pup when he turns around, and looks at me.

The look in his eyes was pure, utter hatred. He had never looked at me like that before. He only ever looked at me with loving, gentle eyes, saying that we will soon elope and start a family together.

Now, it has come true, but I'm unsure how to break the news to him when his gaze burns intensely with rage aimed straight at me. His body language has changed, as if he's about to lunge at me and rip me apart, making my heartrate pick up as I stare at him.

"Jax?" I swallow, but the moment he takes a predatory step forward, I find myself stepping back.

"Because I, Jax Arson, hereby reject you, Aria Wales, as my mate!"

Almost in an instant, the most excruciating pain ripped through me unexpectedly. The shock of his words more painful than the rejection itself, because he promised...

The pain was too much to bear. It makes me fall on my knees, clutching the ground as wave after wave of unimaginable pain leaves me gasping for air. Sharp claws extend from my fingers and I began clawing at my chest. I can't stop even if I wanted to, worried it might hurt the baby yet I had no control. It feels like I was desperately trying to tear my heart out of my chest, and I cry out painfully before I hear his next words.

"For the sake of what we had, I suggest you leave Black Shadow Pack. You have three days."

Before the wedding, my fiancé, Alpha Kendrick, stood in front of me. Hesitation flickered in his eyes, but so did hope.
“Can you give me a month?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.
A month. Time to see if he could patch things up with Elena Manwaring—his ex-girlfriend. His fated mate.
“If it works out,” he continued, the words deliberate, like he was convincing himself as much as me, “then it’s the Moon Goddess’s blessing. But if it doesn’t… I’ll come back. I’ll marry you. And I’ll leave her behind—forever.”
He meant it. He truly believed this was the honorable thing to do.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry. Instead, I let a small, knowing smile tug at my lips.
“Go ahead,” I said, my voice calm and steady. “Give it a try. Life’s too short for regrets, right?”
Relief broke over his face like a wave, as though I’d just untangled him from a chain he hadn’t known how to break. That night, he drove off, lighter than I’d seen him in months.