8994 Book(s) Related to the return of the king

I am the worst "loser" in London's underground boxing ring, getting beaten bloody in every fight.
Nobody knows that I was once a top agent who struck fear into the hearts of the entire CIA—"Death" Marcus Kane.
Seven years ago, I was falsely accused of treason and forced to live in anonymity, making a living by throwing fights.
I just want to see my daughter live one more day, even if it means being humiliated like a dog in the boxing ring.
Until that day, I watched with my own eyes as my enemy poured my daughter's life-saving medicine on the ground and forced my wife to marry someone else.
I picked up that satellite phone that had been gathering dust for seven years...

I'm the youngest lead surgeon in our hospital's cardiothoracic department. My fiancé, Adrian Wexford, runs the whole department.

His first love, Bella Hartley, is a mediocre surgeon, but she wants to take over the surgery that should be mine before her promotion review.

In my last life, I fought for it. I told them she didn't have the skill to handle it alone, that it was gambling with a patient's life. I threatened to quit and saved the patient.

But Bella couldn't handle the gossip going around the department. She got depressed and jumped off the hospital roof.

Adrian never said a word about it. He kept treating me the same, picked out wedding rings with me, smiled and told me we'd go on our honeymoon right after the wedding.

I thought he'd let it go.

Then on our wedding day, one glass of wine in, I woke up in a freezing basement, strapped down to an operating table.

He held a scalpel and cut into me, inch by inch, his eyes bloodshot.

"If you hadn't fought so hard for that surgery, Bella wouldn't have jumped. You owe her. Pay with your life."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the afternoon he first suggested giving Bella the surgery.

This time, I didn't argue. I just smiled. "Sure. Let Bella take the lead on this one."

They have no idea that next Tuesday, the Chief of Surgery is bringing the board and a visiting specialist to observe, unannounced.

We'll see how they explain this one.

I took the blame for my wife and went to jail, thinking I was protecting our family.

Five years later, when I was released from prison, my mansion was confiscated, my company fell into the hands of my younger brother, and the woman I loved with all my heart was nestled in my brother's arms, mocking my misfortune.

They had been having an affair for a long time, and even my imprisonment was a conspiracy meticulously planned by this despicable couple! What makes me even more furious is that my precious daughter was abandoned on the street like a stray dog, and subjected to beatings and bullying by their illegitimate son .

They thought that by draining my blood, they could forever condemn me to oblivion.

But they forgot that I was once an unparalleled genius in the business world.

When Maria is chosen in the Bridal Selection to become King Argus's bride, Eleanor refuses to let her sister be sent to a man rumored to have killed his previous brides.
Eleanor plans an escape for the both of them. But Maria convinces her that it wasn't a good idea, only to secretly disappear on the very morning King Argus's kingdom arrives to collect his bride. Leaving Eleanor as her perfect substitute.
Forced into a marriage with the ruthless king, Eleanor vows to hate him until the day she dies.
But Argus has other plans.
The king who swore never to love again finds himself falling for his new bride—unaware that Eleanor is the reincarnation of Eudora, his first love who he believed had betrayed him.
And when the truth comes to light, Argus must face the devastating reality: The woman he has fallen in love with, is the very woman destined to destroy him.
Meanwhile, Maria's escape leads her straight into the hands of Alpha Hanzo—the very man who tortures her even after discovering that she was his mate.
Now Hanzo wants to accept the bond and make amends.
But how can Maria love the man who made her wish for death?

The Queen of Blades, Rika dies, hoping for a better life for the remaining survivers leaving a ruined world and she regrets not living a long happy and full life before her death. She awakes as a newborn in a strange but peaceful environment, in the same world of the novel Dreaming Kiss. Rika is reborn as Ulrika Vincent and realizes that she's got a scumbag of a Prince to cut out of her new life. And she wants to save her favorite character, Grand Duke Aric Solheim and what better way to do that than have a one night stand with him and get pregnant by him!

Sophia Johnson, a dedicated reporter, finds herself entangled in a passionate and complex love triangle. It all begins at an ex-CEO's retirement party, where she encounters Harry Stone, the irresistible billionaire heir and CEO of the company. What starts as a magnetic attraction soon evolves into a risky proposal.

Desperate to hold onto his CEO position, Harry suggests an audacious plan to Sophia: she should pretend to be his fiancée for five months, and in return, he offers her a substantial financial reward. Sophia, burdened by crushing student loan debts and the financial struggles of her family, reluctantly agrees. What she doesn't anticipate is the emotional rollercoaster this contract engagement will become.

As the charade unfolds, Sophia falls deeply in love with Harry, only to have her heart shattered when he ends their arrangement to pursue what he believes is his ideal partner. Despite being compensated for her role, Sophia carries a heart-wrenching secret—one she only discovers months after leaving the company: she is carrying Harry's child. The tumultuous nature of their contract engagement makes her hesitant to return to him.

Amid a whirlwind of love, desire, secrets, and betrayal, Sophia grapples with her feelings and the life-changing consequences of her decisions. Will Harry ever come to realize he has a child with Sophia, and will Sophia emerge from this web of deceit and passion with her heart and future intact?

She just wanted to start over.

After a childhood marked by trauma and invisible scars, Isabella Monteiro decided to live in silence, hiding her pain behind a charming smile.

But fate has never been kind.

Caught between two completely opposite worlds, Isabella finds herself at the center of a war for her heart.

On one side, Alexander Carter, the perfect CEO—sophisticated, polite, a man who seems to have stepped out of a dream. He protects her, respects her, and awakens in her the feeling of finally being safe.

On the other, Dante Navarro, a dangerous drug dealer with a gaze that can burn to the soul. Brutal, intense, and with an obsession that can destroy her... or free her.

Between Alexander's heaven and Dante's shadows, Isabella will discover that love can be her salvation... or her ruin.

One minute I'm reborn before the apocalypse, the next my account's 80 million dollars richer.
Two older brothers, a manor, supplies for days, my family owns the end times.
Scumbag gets face-slapped, zombies get sidelined, and I pick up a gorgeous man along the way.
I thought I'd just kick back and be an apocalypse rich lady, until someone surrounds the manor, rolling up on the manor to snatch at my man.
— Sorry, my space is stocked enough to keep him for a few lifetimes.
Before I even got to do anything, the "poor little thing" they came to snatch has already wiped the floor with the whole crowd.
Then he shuffles over looking all pathetic: "Please don't throw me away."

In my past life, my rival and I were both top-tier Wall Street tycoons. I gave up my entire fortune for my fiancée, only to be set up by her and her lowly bodyguard, dying a miserable death in a pool of blood.

Reborn on the night of our engagement bidding, she sat on her high horse, demanding I hand over my hundred-billion-dollar empire.

All of New York was waiting for me to wag my tail like a good dog and sign the papers just to win her over.

But what she didn't know was...

The prestigious family she was so proud of was nothing but a rotting shell. The moment I cut off the secret cash flow keeping them afloat, her so-called "true love" wouldn't survive a single day in this vanity fair.

She thought she was choosing a pure, noble romance. In reality, she just bought a one-way ticket to hell.

My name is Leo Carson, I am eighteen years old, and I am dying.
Three years ago, my uncle Thomas stole the 500,000 Aurora Coins and the Awakening Potion that my parents left me with a fake psychiatric evaluation report, and threw me into the Rust Zone to die.
For the past three years, I have worked as a child laborer in a chemical plant, working sixteen hours a day and being treated like a dog.
Until Hela, the goddess of death, appeared and gave me the Book of Judgment . As long as I write down the other person's name and manner of death, they will die.
Now, those who have wronged me, it's time for you to pay your debts.

I severed our Mate Bond with my own hands.

In that moment, I lay unconscious, bleeding under the silvery moonlight, while he knelt some distance away, clutching his chest as if he had been hollowed out.

Once, he shielded me from nine silver stakes, only to crown another woman; he placed my protective pendant around her neck, then cast me into a water prison. He professed, “I love only you,” yet stood outside my hospital room, nursing her child as if it were his own.

I loathed him, resolved to leave.

I believed this was the end.

Little did I know, as I thought I had finally gained my freedom, he would chase after the debts of blood and regret, intruding upon the new life I was rebuilding—

To redeem a love that no longer sought redemption.

I was the hottest A-list actress in Hollywood, until a few deepfaked videos of me "abusing assistants" and malicious photos of my "rotting face" dragged me straight to hell.
In just one month, I became a monster despised by the entire internet.
Facing tens of thousands of death threats telling me to "die with a rotting face."
They wanted me to die crying. I didn't. Instead, I decided to express my deepest gratitude to the bullies who ruined my life.
And my "thank you" is going to cost a fortune.
But I never imagined the real monster wasn't hiding behind a screen—he was holding the syringe.

I used to think Jude was my one way out, my only salvation when my life fell straight into hell.
He pulled strings to get my mom into emergency surgery and helped me handle my dad’s funeral. He even promised he’d give me a home.
I believed him. So I married him. And for eight years, I let him take my blood every single month; he said it was for “routine health monitoring.”—Eight years, 9,999 milliliters.
Until that night, when I heard him with my own ears, talking to his friend:
“Lily’s blood type is rare. Lynn and her mom? They’re just ready-made blood banks.”
He didn’t marry me out of love. He married me to keep a “living blood bag” in hand.
I rested a hand on my still-flat belly and I laughed.
So this was what our marriage really was. From start to finish, it was a slaughter dressed up as love.
Fine. Then let’s see when it was time for the sacrifice, who ended up on the altar.

"Call me brother," he whispered, pressing me against the wall, his erection hard against my stomach.
For twelve years, we played this dangerous game. By day, I was his obedient foster sister. By night, I was his obsession.
He never went all the way—saving me for marriage, he claimed—but he did everything else. His fingers knew every wet corner of my body. His mouth had tasted my pleasure a thousand times. He groomed me to be the perfect toy for his bed.
"You're mine, Julie. Only mine."
But then Lena came back.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was locked. Suddenly, I heard her screams of pleasure instead of mine.
He didn't touch me anymore. He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You're just a sister. Stop acting like a jealous lover."
He threw away twelve years of intimacy for a fresh body.
I packed my bags, leaving behind the lingerie he bought me, the toys we used.
When he finally realized Lena was a fake, he came running back, eyes wild, wanting to claim what he thought was still his property.
"Spread your legs for me, Julie," he begged, reaching for me.
I slapped his hand away. "Go fuck your sister, Daniel. I'm done."

My wife had an affair.
Not only that, she casually indulged her lover over the phone, allowing him to crush the bones of my right hand, known as the "Hand of God," right in front of our six-year-old child, with a stomp of his shoe. I could never hold a tool again.
Natalie thought I was just a poor, pathetic loser earning a dead-end salary, so she brazenly let her gigolo trample all over me.
But what she had no idea of was that her proud identity as a transnational female CEO was merely a toy casually tossed to her by the top old-money family I belong to in New York.
When dozens of bulletproof armored vehicles smashed through the gates and my father, the patriarch, descended like the god of death, her arrogant self finally crumbled like a stray dog.
She screamed and jumped into the icy, bone-chilling lake to retrieve the diamond ring I had discarded, wailing and begging to chop off her own hand to compensate me.
But I just held the stunning British Duchess in my arms, watching coldly as she fell into an abyss of eternal damnation.
This love, tainted with shit, whoever wants it can have it!

Everyone says I'm lucky— a noble lady from the Miller family, doors open for me when I walk out, heads bow when I come home.
But deep down, I know the truth. I live like a “spare”: covering for my father’s mistakes, taking the fall for my stepsister.
Even the bodyguard I thought I could rely on is only here for Emma.
I caught him using Emma's photo to relieve himself, heard his Underboss mock him for acting as a bodyguard to me, just to make Emma feel his heart.
He was my bodyguard, yet when danger struck, he shielded Emma.
When I lashed out at him, punishing him for Emma’s faults, he secretly returned the favor, giving me ninety-nine lashes in retaliation.
Finally, I agreed to marry into the Jones Family and became the “vegetative Don’s” wife.
I took the money, moved to Manhattan, and became the most dignified Mrs. Jones: keeping watch over a mute husband, at least no longer having to worry about a knife in my heart.

I was an orphan, and when I turned twelve, my parents found me. I thought I could finally escape my suffering and experience the warmth of a home and the love of parents. To fit in, I did everything I could to please and serve my family.
But what I never expected was that the reason they sought me out was for my bone marrow... They wanted to use it to save someone else!
My heart shattered. How could parents be so cruel?
Disillusioned with the world, I fell from the balcony and died.
But to my surprise, I was reborn!
This time, I would live for myself! Those who had hurt me would pay the price!

Ivanna Martinez died in the fire that was lit by the people she loved and trusted so much. Her eyes filled with hatred and grievance as she stared at the leaving couple. Her heart filled with the thirst of vengeance.

But the heavens weren't done with her. She didn't just wake up. she was REBORN!
Back to collect the debts owed to her in blood.

So what if she was a fake heiress? She was a "fake heiress" with a biological legacy that would make her enemies tremble.

This is a story of a triumphant rebirth. After being betrayed, she bravely divorces and embarks on a path of success. Using her skills as a painter, she amazes everyone. Her ex-husband, filled with regret, turns into a desperate suitor, madly pursuing her. At the same time, she uncovers the mystery of her origins, finds her biological father, and gains abundant family affection. Her life seems to be on a winning streak, with both love and career flourishing, making it an addictive read that will leave you wanting more.

Sera dedicated her everything to caring for Callum Weston- her husband- only to hear him say that marrying her was doing charity for the needy as he held the hand of another woman.

Given another chance to wake up 10 years into the past, Sera chooses to focus on choosing herself, but the past continues to haunt her.
The last thing Sera heard before she died was her husband on the phone telling someone to come and clear her body from his property.

This time, she is not here to love him.

She is here to ruin him.

The one variable in her plan is the cold-eyed man who keeps finding her in all of the wrong places.
And why does he take pleasure in her slapping Callum?

I was reborn on the day we had to choose our mates.

I could clearly hear my sister Sera's thoughts: "This time I won't choose wrong. Let Lyra suffer with that cold Alpha."

Then she couldn't wait to choose my past life's husband—the gentle Beta Damon.

While I had to marry the cold Alpha Kane.

Her inner celebration was deafening: "Perfect! Now my sister can suffer with that heartless guy while I finally get to live the pampered Luna life!"

I couldn't help but want to laugh. If only she knew the true face of my "gentle husband" from my past life.

"I was done being what others discarded. I would burn this entire pack to the ground before I let anyone take away the one thing I had left. Some wounds do not bleed. They hollow you out until survival is the only thing that remains."
Lyssara believed one truth above all else: a mate was sacred. The other half of your soul. A bond meant to be eternal.
Until Kaelrith looked at her with nothing but cold disgust.
The moment their eyes met, Lyssara saw no love, no recognition, no trace of the connection she had dreamed of her entire life. Instead, fate bound her to a man who wanted someone else.
Night after night, she watched him choose Vaelira, her own sister. Every tender word, every stolen moment, every promise of a future that should have been hers was given to another woman while Lyssara faded into the background.
Until she discovered a secret that changed everything.
A tiny heartbeat inside her.
Her child became her strength, her reason to survive, and the one thing she would protect at any cost.
Then Thalric appeared from the shadows. Scarred, dangerous, and untouched by her broken past. He did not try to save her. He simply saw her when everyone else turned away.
But when Lyssara finally learned to stand on her own, Kaelrith realized what he had lost.
Now the man who destroyed her must face the man who helped her rise.
Only one of them is worthy of her heart.

Betrayed and murdered by my fiancé and my best friend, I’ve been given a second chance.

First thing on my list? Find the one man who loved me to the bone—the terrifyingly powerful mafia boss I was promised to—and throw myself into his arms.

Second? Unleash my revenge. Watching my enemies from my past life fall to their knees, I have only one thing to say: "Sorry, but this time, I'm the one ruling as queen."

One thousand years after dimensional rifts tore open the sky, humanity evolved or died.
Warriors, Mages, Assassins, Summoners — the awakened classes stand between civilization and the monsters that hunger at its edges. Rank determines everything. Your future. Your safety. Your worth.
Li Yue — seventeen, ordinary, unremarkable — never awakened at all.
Then a speeding truck ended her first life.
She woke up in 3289 inside the broken body of a twelve-year-old orphan, fresh off the worst awakening result in Nova City Academy's history: F-Rank Summoner. The weakest class. The lowest rank. A girl with nothing and no one.
Except the system that chose her tells a very different story.
Class: Hidden — Primordial Beast Sovereign
Rank: SSS
Her first summon isn't a common beast. It's Luna — a Celestial Moon Fox of mythic rank, whose power flows directly into Li Yue's body, making her stronger with every breath.
And Luna is only the beginning.
Every ten levels, a new legendary creature answers her call. Dragons. Phoenixes. Void serpents. Ancient gods. Each one bound to her. Each one making her more than human.
Li Yue survived seventeen years of hardship in one world. She has no intention of being weak in this one.
But deep within the dimensional rifts, something ancient has already sensed her awakening. Forces that have ruled this world for centuries are about to notice a twelve-year-old orphan with no powerful family, no backing, and no reason to be dangerous.
They'll learn soon enough.
The sovereign has returned. The beasts are listening. And the future belongs to her.

I died in a goddamn plane crash hunting down my husband who ran off with his "true love."

That lovesick moron completely screwed me over!

My sister Sofia and I are twins, born into a mafia family, but I'm the only one who actually inherited the ruthless gene. My sister? Total sweetheart and naive as hell.

The Romano family handpicked me for their heir Alessandro. They figured my cunning could rebuild their crumbling empire. What a joke. My marriage was a complete nightmare. My husband Alessandro despised everything about me, my ambition, my scheming, my brain. He wouldn't even touch me. Eventually, he ditched me for his "true love" and ran off with her. And his family had the audacity to force me to go drag his ass back home!

Meanwhile, Dante De Luca, heir to the most powerful family around - married my sister. I'm betting his stepmother deliberately chose Sofia to sabotage him, trap him with some weak, innocent little wife. So Sofia got screwed over too. Dante shipped her off to some remote estate the day after their wedding and just... abandoned her there. When Dante got murdered, they killed her too.

As that plane was going down, I was furious at how unfair it all was. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back seven days before my engagement party.

Perfect. God's giving me a second shot, and this time, I'm the one who's gonna marry Dante De Luca.

I dream the future. I always have.

Three weeks ago, I dreamed my aunt Claire dead in our kitchen—a repairman standing over her body.

This morning, I dreamed it again.

Tonight, that exact man knocked on our door.

He's wearing the gray uniform from my dream. He has the scar I sketched this morning. He knows Claire's name, our apartment number, everything. He says he's here to fix the sink.

I know he's here to kill her.

The power just died. He's breaking down the door. Claire thinks I'm paranoid.

But my dreams have never been wrong. And this one ends with both of us dead—unless I can change it in the next fifteen minutes.

Born into the most powerful mafia family in the city, I've had seven bodyguards since I was ten years old.

Seven heirs from allied families. Seven men trained to protect me. Seven potential husbands.

On my eighteenth birthday, I had to pick one and marry him.

Everyone knew I'd choose Dante Lucchese. How could I not? I'd been stupidly in love with that arrogant bastard since I was seven.

But I'll never choose him again.

Because I've already lived through what happens when I do.

The wedding. The explosion. Flames devouring my dress as I clawed at Dante's sleeve, begging him to help me.

He ripped his arm away.

And ran straight to Isabella—the pathetic little charity case my family took in, who always played the victim so perfectly.

"Serena, stop being selfish!" he shouted over the roar of the fire. "Isabella's hurt worse than you! I have to save her first!"

I screamed his name as he disappeared into the smoke with her in his arms.

The last thing I heard was Isabella crying. The last thing I felt was my skin burning.

Then—nothing.

Until I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the calendar on my bedroom wall.

Six months before the wedding.

The morning my father called me into his study to tell me it was time to choose.

This time, I crossed Dante's name off the list first.

This time, I chose Enzo Corleone—the quiet one who never said much, who everyone underestimated.

The one who died trying to pull me out of that fire.

So why the hell is Dante on his knees at my wedding to Enzo, tears streaming down his face, begging me to marry him instead?

Rosalie spent two years loving the man she thought was her fated mate.

On the night everything was supposed to begin, he rejected her, chose another woman, and watched as she was thrown into the Abyss to die.

But she survived.

Saved by the one man she never expected…his younger brother.

Now she is back with a marriage nobody can break, a wolf that refuses to awaken, and secrets powerful enough to shake an entire kingdom.

As betrayal turns into obsession, enemies close in, and an ancient prophecy begins to unfold, Rosalie must decide who she can trust before the truth destroys everyone she loves.

Because sometimes the greatest threat is not losing your mate…it is discovering you were never meant to belong to them in the first place.

When fate rewrites the bond, who will survive the consequences?

For seven years, Elena Voss believed the boy she raised was her own — and that a loveless marriage was simply the price of motherhood.

She was wrong. Her real son didn't die at birth. He was taken, swapped for another woman's child, and now his blood is the only thing keeping the boy who replaced him alive.

When Elena demands the truth, her husband's family doesn't deny it. They silence her — a forced signature, a locked door, a car chase that should have ended in her death.

It doesn't. A stranger with a decade-old vendetta against her husband's empire pulls her from the wreckage and offers her a deal: help him bring House Voss down, and he'll help her take back everything they stole. Her name. Her land. Her son.

Neither of them knows the boy they’re searching for already belongs to both of them.

Some marriages are built on love. Hers was built on a lie big enough to bury an empire.

On the night before my sister's bone marrow transplant, my parents confiscated my EpiPen and locked me in the attic.

Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.

I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.

The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.

I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."

"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"

Her footsteps retreated.

Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.

Until my breathing stopped completely.

“We are divorced, Adams.” She sighed and wanted to walk away, but he held her.

“It doesn't matter.” He answered, his voice laced with determination.

“I don't love you anymore.”

“That doesn't matter either. What matters is that I want you, and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it.”


Alicia's life has been a series of ups and downs. She suffered abuse from her husband and his family because she couldn't give him a child. She thought she had seen it all, but not until the day she returned home only to receive the divorce papers from her husband's parents. She pleaded with them, but was met with deaf ears, and so she signed the documents and left.

Little did anyone know that she was pregnant.

She returned six years later with her baby girl only to find her Ex-husband craving her once more.

How will she take this, and what other surprises does fate have in stock for her?

Sold out by my best friend to a high-born vampire coven, I was drained, slashed, and thrown into a subterranean dungeon to rot. For a year, I lived like a forgotten corpse—eating filth, nursing broken bones, and watching my humanity wither away in the pitch-black silence.
They thought I died down there. They were wrong.
Deep within my shattered soul, something ancient and terrifying woke up. I am the last of an extinct bloodline, a mind-weaver capable of bending immortal minds using lethal, dark shadow chants.
Now, I’ve crawled out of the grave with a fresh face and a cold, beautiful mask. My target? King Alexander Vampirizh, the ruthless tyrant who built his empire on human blood.
He thinks I’m just a sweet, helpless human to be possessed. He looks at me with consuming desire, unaware that every tender touch, every lingering glance, and every whisper I feed him is a thread tightening around his mind.
Let the King adore me. Let him drop his guard. Because the sweetest fangs aren't the ones in his mouth, they’re the silent words on my lips that will burn his kingdom to ash.

"It's the night before you and Taylor's wedding, and you expect me to go to his bachelor party, break in - of course carefully - and make sure he doesn't have sex with a stripper?"
"Yes."
"You are crazy!"
Yes, Mary thought her best friend Amaya Peterson was really crazy, which actually showed that Amaya Peterson had no confidence in the man she was about to marry!
In fact, even Amaya Peterson didn't understand why she should marry a man who was going to cheat on her on the eve of the wedding? Why marry a man who didn't love her enough and couldn't even please her?
She had no choice but to push herself into a completely unknown fate!

She felt good—better than Zander Stanton remembered, and he had a damn good memory when it came to this woman. But his hatred was more pronounced than the little voice in his head telling him to give her what she wanted—his love.
But Elvie had never been the one for Zander. He loathed her. He hated her family for arranging a marriage he never wanted.
Yet she had no choice, and a day hadn’t gone by when she hadn’t replayed memories of the man who’d captured her heart without trying. Here she was, just as stupid as she remembered. "I—I'll take a shower, and I'll be b-back." She muttered and left his room immediately.
This was her goodbye; tonight, Zander would be hers. And she would set him free forever.
Five years later, with amnesia and a missing four-year-old daughter, could fate play her again, or was she willing to quench his desperate thirst for her love?

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night.

This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets.

During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?"

Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie.

Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!"

The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!"

Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away.

His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"

The three alpha wolves who bullied me
never knew the truth.

I wasn't the quiet boy they tormented.

I was the girl hiding behind my dead brother's name.

And I was their fated mate.


For a year, I lived under my dead brother’s name, hiding my identity and my power.

But on my eighteenth birthday, everything changed.

My disguise shattered.
My power awakened.

And the broken boy they mocked became a legendary Lunar Shadow Wolf.

Now the three alphas who once humiliated me feel every scar they caused.

They want forgiveness.

Too bad.

Because the wolves who once bullied me?

They belong to me now.

And this time—

they’re the ones who will kneel.

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

"Enough, Serafina! The thing rigged to the parasail is just a mannequin. It's not your mother! Cut the damn act!"

I watched helplessly as my severely ill mother plummeted from hundreds of feet in the air, smashing into the bone-chilling ocean.

My husband was holding my stepsister, a doting smile playing on his lips.

My own biological son clapped his hands in glee—because he was the one who had blindly pushed the release button.

They all said I was faking it. They said I was vicious, toxic, and jealous.

It wasn't until I erased every last trace of my existence and vanished entirely from their lives that they dug through the wreckage of our past like madmen, desperate to find me.

Katia was the pack's shadow. Overlooked, neglected, and crushed beneath her elder sister's prophecy-blessed glory. Wrongfully accused of pushing her sister off a cliff, she became the pack's most hated sinner.
Tormented by her cruel father and bullied by her own brother, she endured endless beatings and humiliation. She decided to flee from the hellish territory, desperate to grasp a slim chance of freedom.
Her escape ended in failure. She was dragged back cruelly, demoted to an omega, disowned by her family, and trapped in endless suffering. To make matters worse, she was bound to Alpha Xandar. He rejected her as his fated mate, and the agony of rejection caused her to lose her wolf.
Trapped in endless darkness and brutal oppression, she fell into complete despair, waiting to be sent to the Mad King's brutal fighting pits to end her miserable life.
Yet fate wove an irreversible cruel destiny for her.
When the terrifying bloodthirsty Mad King Cahir arrived to attend the grand ceremony, the man who was once her sister's fiancé instantly sensed Katia as his fated mate.
Cold-blooded, domineering and possessive, King Cahir branded his mark on her neck in everyone, binding the broken omega to his side.
Between the ex-mate who abused her relentlessly and the tyrant king who loves her madly, Katia is stuck in a dangerous emotional vortex.
Old grievances, pack conflicts, border disputes and the hidden truth behind her sister's fall gradually surface.
Power once lost begins to revive quietly inside her, and hidden secrets buried by the whole pack are about to see the light of day.
Rejected. Wronged. Abused. Favored by a tyrant king.
Can Katia break away from the fate arranged by others and avenge her grievances?
Most importantly, can she walk out of the shadow of pain, stand firmly beside the Mad King, and rewrite the destiny belonging only to herself?

Human Outcast Heiress VS Tyrant Alpha King
"Your hatred means nothing, little bride."
"The moment you begged for me that night, you sealed your fate as mine. Forever."


The night before her wedding, her best friend drugged Georgina with an aphrodisiac and hired an "escort." The man was tall and handsome, with silver eyes that glowed in the dark. As the drug took effect, she could only collapse into his arms, begging for his touching and loving.
After that night, her life fell apart. Her friend spread rumors, her fiancé publicly called off the engagement, and her father disowned her. The Upper East Side heiress found herself homeless overnight.
But that "escort" kept appearing when she needed him most. When she had nowhere to go, he became her landlord. When she was kidnapped, he saved her like a guardian angel.
"Why are you helping me" she asked.
"I'm tired of being mistaken for an escort," Klaus trapped her against the wall. "Congratulations, you accidentally mated with the next Alpha King.
As an Alpha Prince competing for the throne, marrying a human could cost him the crown. But she is his destined mate. When Klaus must choose between the throne and love, which will he sacrifice?

“F**k me to death if you must, you asshole,” I sobbed.

I felt defeated as I lay beneath the Alpha King’s hardened body. He was pressed heavily against me. Tears stained my features and he stared around my face, curiously. He had paused for a long moment, breathless and trembling.

Just moments ago, he was ripping my custom-made wedding gown off my thin body and shredding it to pieces. I trembled uncontrollably as he pressed me against his bed, kissing every mark of my body and biting me until I bled.

His dark blue gaze had gone wild and at that moment, I truly feared for my life. I feared that the night of my wedding night was going to be the end of my life altogether.

The memory of the day invaded my mind as I kept thinking to myself, “how did I end up here?”


To save her little brother, Hannah was forced to take her stepsister Amy's place in the arranged marriage, marring the cruel Alpha King, Peter. Little did she know, there will be so many dangers await her.

Alpha Peter, the most arrogant, cold and strongest man in werewolf Kingdom, he accept this marriage because he needs to find his mate, as it was foretold. Only his mate can save him from his frantic fury. He has no idea that soon he finds himself falling for this little omega girl.

"State your business so I can leave soon."

"Really? Is that how you greet the person you haven't seen in a while?"

The moon princess crossed her arms against her chest. "I don't bother to greet that person at all. Consider yourself lucky."

"Didn't know the moon princess could contain that much spite."

"What can I say?" She lowered herself onto the ground. Now their height difference was much more apparent. "You... inspire me."

"Inspire you?"

"Yes," She smiled sweetly.


There's two things that strikes Talia as she starts reading the book of her past—Lukas was a reckless son of Helios, Ajaxson was the son of Ajax who's head over heels in love with her while she was a moon princess desired by both of them. To add a Greek Goddess Hera made it impossible for her to stay happy with Lukas. It was just not written in the stars.

“F**k me to death if you must, you asshole,” I sobbed.
I felt defeated as I lay beneath the Alpha King’s hardened body. He was pressed heavily against me. Tears stained my features and he stared around my face, curiously. He had paused for a long moment, breathless and trembling.
Just moments ago, he was ripping my custom-made wedding gown off my thin body and shredding it to pieces. I trembled uncontrollably as he pressed me against his bed, kissing every mark of my body and biting me until I bled.
His dark blue gaze had gone wild and at that moment, I truly feared for my life. I feared that the night of my wedding night was going to be the end of my life altogether.
The memory of the day invaded my mind as I kept thinking to myself, “how did I end up here?”


To save her little brother, Hannah was forced to take her stepsister Amy's place in the arranged marriage, marring the cruel Alpha King, Peter. Little did she know, there will be so many dangers await her.
Alpha Peter, the most arrogant, cold and strongest man in werewolf Kingdom, he accept this marriage because he needs to find his mate, as it was foretold. Only his mate can save him from his frantic fury. He has no idea that soon he finds himself falling for this little omega girl.

What would you do if three hot men came to your doorstep claiming to be the father of your kids? I would slam the door against their faces.


Briar Ashford had everything—an ideal marriage, a loving mate, and a baby on the way. But her world shattered when she discovered her husband’s affair with her closest friend.
The betrayal led to the loss of her baby and a burning desire for revenge.
In a moment of reckless despair, she had a one-night stand with a stranger before fleeing to start anew. In her new town, the moon goddess grants her a second chance at motherhood, but the blessing comes with unexpected twists.
Seven years later, Briar’s past collides with her present when three men show up at her doorstep, claiming to be the fathers of her children. How was this possible? She only had a one night stand with one man. Want to know more? Read and find out.

this is a shifter world where dragons, Lycans, and humans coexist in separate regions. Dragons and Lycans can take up human forms. For centuries, dragons and Lycans have been at war. Humans later intervened to act as mediators. Because of this, a law was made by the moon goddess stating that the lycan and dragon kings must mate with humans to avoid creating powerful hybrids. A prophecy foretells that a human woman will unite both creatures through her child.

“Don’t be afraid.”

The terrifying man everyone called a monster was standing in front of me.

Cole Caesar was the undefeated football star, the ruthless team captain, and the man no doctor dared to treat twice.

But when he looked at me, something changed.

His anger disappeared.

His voice softened.

And he whispered, “You smell different.”

I thought he was crazy.

I didn’t know I was standing in front of an Alpha.

Cole was the heir of the wolf kingdom, hiding among humans under a potion that suppressed his powers. He hated human scents, hated doctors, and hated being touched.

Until he met me.

My scent was the only thing that could calm his wolf.

Meanwhile, I was fighting my own battle.

My mother was dying of leukemia, and I was desperate to pay for her treatment. To survive, I secretly sold my medical inventions under the identity of “L,” becoming one of the most sought-after young geniuses in the underground medical world.

I thought my biggest problem was keeping my identity hidden.

I was wrong.

When Cole discovered that I created the revolutionary healing spray used by his team, he exposed my secret—and promised to protect me.

“My family will keep you safe.”

Then he touched my hand.

And for the first time, I felt something strange inside me.

A warmth.

A pull.

A connection I couldn’t explain.

Cole stared at me as if he had just discovered something terrifying.

His wolf had already recognized me.

But if I really was his mate…

Why was someone willing to kill me for the medicine I created?

And what would happen when Cole discovered that the mysterious woman he was protecting was not only his healer—

but his destined mate?

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower—pushing every button she could—until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness.
Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced."
Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!
Alexander was certain he’d never regret his decision.
That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we’ll take down anyone who dares mess with you!"
Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let’s get back together."

Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk. "Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple. Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue whilst saying her last prayer inwardly. She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible. But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her. ------------------------------------- Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand. She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes. At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for. Alessandro, an Alpha werewolf assuming the identity of a mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needs a saviour before he drowns. After a traumatic childhood event that left him scarred, Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess. However, she was taken. The powerful urge to save her from her...

"What is love!? Carmen did you just mention that!?" With his speaking of rage and burning in anger; he asked.

"Yes... I have always do— I love you" she mouthed with her words stressed.

"You can try and ignore me if you can... Only if you know how eager I am and how badly I want to tame you". With those promising words from her which left a dark creepy smile on her face; she walked out.

"Love did she just call it? Did she think I will fall for that shit? If only she knew how much love is a weakness to every man". He muttered to himself as he sat down worriedly.

As a mafia boss, he must not have compassion nor can he fall in love.

She is the only one who have that fits to talks bravely to him. Even with his powers, his strength have it's limitations as it went down when he is before her.

He's fearless,
Dangerous,
And kills without a sparing a second to think!
He kills to live and lives to kill!
The smell of blood is what he enjoy most!!!

The dangerous man never forgives anyone even if it is blood—"fuck blood relatives when it comes to the smell of blood!"

He's not just all about dangers but handsome! He's a demigod and every ladies hopes for just a nightstand with him.

A girl sold to him by ruthless father and stepmother changed everything...

*She's annoying
*She's irresistible
*She's hot
*She's the goddess of beauty

What follows when she do the undo—...

She's a spy sent to monitor him, find his weakness and win his heart, will she accomplish that? Won't she fall in love in the process? What if the devil finds out?