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There were five of them. Piece of cake! I howled as I liked to make my presence felt. Their reddened eyes turned to me just as one of them tore at the man’s throat and grabbed the woman. I almost lost my mind with rage when I saw their damn claws at her neck. To my surprise, he didn’t sink his fangs in, instead, with full force, he broke her legs. Her desperate scream of pain echoed through the forest. The trees would be the only witnesses to the massacre I was about to make. In pain, she fainted. They messed with her. Big mistake!
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Her salvation came from him. His Luna was safe but how safe was the environment she came from? Follow Dominic Stone, the werewolf actor and secret agent as he fights for the truth and his love for Rebecca.

The night a gunman opens fire in her diner, she doesn’t think—she acts.

She shoves him.

She survives.

But that single moment pulls her into the violent world of the Russian Bratva—and into the arms of a man as dangerous as the empire he commands.

In his world, loyalty is everything.

And she’s about to belong to him

The Dragon Lord looked at me like I was the beginning of the end.

Maybe I was.

Two years ago, I fell in love with a traveler who spoke about dragons like they were stars instead of monsters. He listened to me. Laughed with me. Kissed me like I was something worth choosing in a broken world.

Then he vanished before sunrise.

He left me alone in Black Hollow with nothing but memories and a daughter carrying impossible fire in her veins.

Now ancient magic has chained me to the most feared ruler in the skies, and I realize the cruel truth:

The man I loved was never human at all.

Adrian Volkov. Dragon Lord of Varekh. Immortal king. Destroyer of kingdoms. The monster humans whisper about underground.

And worst of all?

He does not remember me.

Not the bakery.
Not the lantern festival.
Not the night he promised me the stars with his hands tangled in my hair.

Nothing.

But I remember everything.

Now dragons call my daughter an abomination. Humans call me a traitor. Kingdoms prepare for war while an ancient prophecy declares that my child will either save the world… or destroy it completely.

And the only man powerful enough to protect us is the same man who once abandoned me without looking back.

Because fate may have chosen me as the Dragon Lord’s mate but love was never the dangerous part.

Our daughter is.

“A MASTERPIECE OF THRILLER AND MYSTERY. Blake Pierce did a magnificent job developing characters with a psychological side so well described that we feel inside their minds, follow their fears and cheer for their success. Full of twists, this book will keep you awake until the turn of the last page.” --Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (re Once Gone) ALMOST LOST is book #2 in a new psychological thriller series by USA Today bestselling author Blake Pierce, whose #1 bestseller Once Gone (Book #1) (a free download) has received over 1,000 five star reviews. When a divorcee vacationing in the British countryside puts out an ad for an au pair, Cassandra Vale, 23, broke, still reeling from the ruins of her last placement in France, takes the job without hesitation. Wealthy, handsome and generous, with two sweet children, she feels nothing can go wrong.But can it?Treated to the best England has to offer, and with France out of sight, Cassandra dares to believe she finally has a moment to catch her breath—until a startling revelation forces her to question the truths of her tumultuous past, her employer, and her very own sanity.A riveting mystery replete with complex characters, layers of secrets, dramatic twists and turns and heart-pounding suspense, ALMOST LOST is book #2 in a psychological suspense series that will have you turning pages late into the night. Book #3 in the series--ALMOST DEAD—is available for pre-order!

“You will start your duties as the chosen Alpha's Breeder, whether you like it or not,” he hisses at her as his anger rise even more.
She braces herself and looks at him with her eyes dancing with mockery, “Let it be then, Alpha King Dantes. Bring me to the lair of any mateless Alpha and watch as he rips me off, listen as we moan, and never close your eyes as he thrusts into me so deep, fast, and repeatedly until we both gasp for air and shudder in ecstasy.”
With his face burning with anger, the King of all Alphas snatches her waist and plunges her onto his right shoulder like a caveman.
“You pissed me off completely, Zeta! Wait for a moment and you will find yourself being ripped off, gasping for breath thereafter, and writhing in ecstasy as you reach your goddam peak!”

Audrina, a powerless omega, becomes entangled in a web of deception created by her own flesh and blood. Her crafty stepsister sends her into the arms of MistyMoon Pack's Alpha, James, where she meets a guy whose icy demeanor conceals his powerful and fair character. With chiseled features and a stare that could melt steel, James is both hot and gorgeous.Their one-night affair suddenly blossoms into a lifetime commitment with the news of a kid on the way, leaving them divided between desire and danger.But behind the surface of their undeniable mate bond, there lies a hidden identity and buried truths that could ruin the spark that was just beginning to ignite.

Luca Moretti, the ruthless boss of the Moretti crime family, has always been at war with Viktor Sokolov, the cunning leader of the rival Sokolov syndicate. Their hatred for each other is legendary, their battles bloody and unrelenting. But when Luca is betrayed by his own men and delivered to Viktor, bound and helpless, he expects nothing but death.

Instead, Viktor makes a shocking demand: he wants Luca—not dead, but his.

As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Luca finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of power, loyalty, and desire. With betrayal on all sides and a fragile trust forming between them, Luca and Viktor must navigate a world where love is the deadliest weapon of all.

She was a beauty queen with history, trying to live a new life in a big city. Little did she know, she is in for a big surprise destined to change her life forever.

He is a king with a longing so soul-deep, craving for the gift he had been waiting for his entire existence. What will he do when he finally finds her? Is he willing to share all his secrets just to be with her?

Romance/Non-human
MATURE CONTENT 18+

When a disgraced socialite is forced to stand in for her runaway twin sister at the altar, she finds herself bound to the "Executioner of Wall Street"—a man who knows she’s an impostor but intends to own her anyway.

Sandra Vance was always the "backup" daughter, living in the shadow of her perfect twin, Elena. But when Elena vanishes on her wedding day to the ruthless billionaire Alexander Draken, Sandra is forced behind the veil to save her family from financial ruin. She expected a cold contract; she didn't expect a husband who sees right through her disguise and finds the "wrong" sister far more intoxicating than the right one. In a world of predatory mergers and high-stakes scandals, Sandra must play the part of a billionaire’s wife while hiding a secret that could destroy them both.

He’s about to become Chicago’s most feared Mafia Boss. And love has never been part of the plan. Ramzi Draneth was raised to rule with blood and absolute control. His future is sealed by an arranged marriage designed to unite powerful crime empires. Then he meets Sereia Elordis. A silent captive. The daughter of a traitor. A girl promised freedom once the wedding is over. But Sereia is too beautiful to be released. Desperate to escape her fate, she gives her virginity to a stranger—never knowing he’s the ruthless man destined to rule Chicago. She runs before he learns her name. He hunts her when he realizes she might be carrying his child. Now alliances are collapsing. A war is rising. And Ramzi Draneth will burn the underworld to claim the woman who was never meant to be his. Even if it costs him everything.

"Tell me your observations, Alpha Azriel," I asked, not daring to look into those eyes—I might drown in them, especially since my mind couldn't think of anything other than his length.
I'm curious how it would feel to be taken by them all. Gosh, I've completely lost it—this is not me.
He exhaled lazily. "She is the one getting pleasure, not us."
My gaze shifted toward the others, and they nodded in agreement. It made sense; she had been the only one reacting. Then it hit me. Axel had reacted. I turned to him. "Axel, you're already improving. That means you won't be participating in the treatment anymore," I said with a small smile.
His brows tightened in irritation. "I'm not healed, Doctor… I still have difficulty getting my release."
I rolled my eyes. "Cut the crap, Axel. You reacted during the session—that's a clear sign of improvement."
He let out a soft chuckle. "The reason I reacted…" his gaze locked on mine, "…was because I was imagining you in her place."


Alessia, a Luna and skilled doctor, is trapped in a humiliating marriage to her Alpha mate. Her life takes a turn when she's assigned to treat a VIP patients with a sensitive condition—only to discover her patients are the ruthless triplet Alphas from a rival pack.
Their vulgar behavior pushes her to her limits. When she tries to quit, they refuse, claiming she knows too much.
Instead, they offer a deal: be their exclusive doctor for one month, and they'll disappear from her life forever. Desperate, she agrees—unaware that she has just signed a deal that would destroy everything she knew as a virtuous wife.
What dark secrets are the triplets truly hiding? what will become of Alessia when she uncovers them?

Brianna has held it together on the outside. Claiming her seat on the council of witches in New Orleans and rocking the political world of the witches of North America. She is a force no witch wants to be against and weeding out the allies from the foes is no easy task. On the inside however, she is falling apart at the seems for the choices she's made and the war within her forces her to face the pain she's caused to those she loves most in this world.

Wyatt and Beau haven't taken her absence well, as they attempt to move on in life, both struggle to maintain their brotherhood as they each drown in their heartache and own vices. That is until a lone figure on a dock changes everything.

The Rouge Bayou Pack is about to change forever. They won't be keeping their heads down anymore. How will they juggle the turmoil the witches bring them and the pack they have such a long history of conflict with. Are their friends really their friends and what new enemies lie ahead. As hearts heal ,love is tested. Storms come and the aftermath bubbles over into both worlds. They are surrounded but together their hearts are stronger to weather it all together.

More monsters are born of the Bayou's ancient power.

An old enemy harbors a truth, one unfathomable. The news they have brought elicits Wyatt's rage.

As the High Priestess rises so does the Rougarou

Enemies beware.

When I rushed to the party, sweaty and out of breath, I saw Alex sitting in the center, surrounded by hot, blonde girls in sexy skirts.

"Elodie, why do you think the great Alex would choose a nerd like you to be his girlfriend?" someone hissed at me. "It’s because he lost a bet."

I was a "nobody" on campus, madly in love with the ice hockey captain, Alex. I would run over ten kilometers in the freezing winter at 3 AM to buy him the donuts he wanted. When he lost a bet on a game, I would wear ridiculous clothes and sing loudly in the library. He even made me jump into a frozen lake in a snowy winter to find a bracelet dropped by the cheerleading captain, and I agreed.

I became the joke of the campus, but I didn’t care. As long as he accepted me, I was willing to do anything. But later I found out that the reason Alex accepted my pursuit was entirely because he lost a bet with friends and had to date me for a year.

And today is the last day of that bet...

What’s one of the worst things in Witch Society? Being a Witch with no power. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what Nalani was. A powerless Witch surrounded by powerful people. Kidnapped at a young age, her life was filled with torture and pain. Until she found love in the arms of the strongest wolf in her kingdom. With him by her side, she hoped life would finally become like the novels she read, and he’d be her happily ever after. Only he used that love to coerce her into an arranged marriage of her territory’s hated Rival, the Mond Kingdom. His plan? Spy on the newly crowned Alpha. Confusion had stirred in her Kingdom as the Mond people were known for having no power what-so-ever. Stories had been told, claiming that they’d mysteriously lost it more than fifty years ago.

Upon entering into marriage with the spoiled Alpha Karyan, Nalani soon discovered that things are nothing like they’d been told. Karyan ruled his Kingdom with strength and secrets. Never allowing more than mere story to be told about his Empire. Although he was spoiled and expected his every command to be adhered to, he was still missing the most important thing in any Alpha’s life. The Printing. All but giving up the hope of it happening to him, he was shocked to find that his feisty new bride ignited a fire within him that couldn’t be contained.

Will Nalani report back to her jealous lover of the Inverno Kingdom? Or will the handsome Karyan melt her cold heart and cause her to mend a curse that still haunts the Mond lands?


“Who is this person? Why does she feel so familiar?” Confusion ran through his mind the moment he laid eyes on her. “I feel so strange.”
Her eyes lit up as she opened her pouting mouth to say, “I hate you!” Her words were dripping like poison.
The smile that lifted the sides of his mouth felt good as he replied, “Oh? Interesting!”

"Me? Confessing to him? He’s not even worthy."

The second before I was supposed to confess to the school hunk, my memories came flooding back. The "idiot" was gone. I snapped back at him instantly.

"Is this ugly fool crazy today? How dare she talk to him like that? Does she have a death wish? Hahaha!" The crowd jeered.

I looked at my mocking classmates, my gaze turning ice-cold.

They had no idea. I was the Perfect Subject—the crown jewel of Organization X. Bred for peak intelligence and physical perfection, mastering more skills than they could count.

But the Organization got greedy. They wanted to harvest my genes to create a mindless army, turning me into a mere object. I slaughtered them all and escaped, but not before being hit by a top-secret toxin that left me in a "foolish" state for three long years.

For three years, I was the school's punching bag. The "ugliest girl," the "local idiot," the one everyone stepped on.

Campus bullying? Assassins from the Organization? Every bottom-feeder thinks they can trample over me.

They have no idea who they’re messing with.

Now that I’ve awakened, whether it’s the school bullies or the shadows of the Organization—I’m going to make every single one of them pay. Tenfold.

When I married, our mafia families were united. But love turned out to be a lie: my husband betrayed me, let himself be manipulated, and my death was inevitable, orchestrated by his mistress.

Now, reborn, I know exactly what to do: reclaim my mafia empire. But I can’t do it alone. I need to win back old allies… and the only person capable of helping me, the feared Don, Vincenzo Leone, owner of the largest mafia in North America.

Known for his cruelty and avoided by everyone, he is my only path to power. Fearless and thirsty for revenge, I dare to ask for his help. But everything comes at a price. And for me, trusting in love again could be the most dangerous trap of all.

Gamal and Said are two brothers, descendants from the Fairy Queen Pilar Del Lago, they were born in a magical land on the outskirts of the city. In the Kingdom of Red Lights. The only difference between the brothers is that Gamal is color blind and He is blessed by The fairies. In the Kingdom of Red Lights there are fairies, demons and angels, the latter are in charge of protecting the Lady of the Lake, The Fairy Queen Clara Del Lago. But when The Fairy Queen dies in a storm accident, the mother of Gamal and Said, Clara del Lago leaves this world and the portal where they use to live hides a secret that will change Gamal's path forever.

Kallisto a beautiful makeup artist, and her Friends Ari and Giannis will find the anscient house of The Queen Fairy and all the secrets it hides inside. When The Fairy Queen dies suddenly in a storm, trying to save her mermaid sisters, Gamal leaves the Kingdom of Red Lights forever, lost in pain, forgetting that magic exists, he will travel to the city. There, through chance and destiny, he will meet Kallisto a professional makeup artist who discovers that she has clairvoyant gifts and that she is actually a fairy, destined to protect Gamal and his family, as a descendant of the Lake Princess.

In the moonlit mating gathering, Prince Lucien Kassel publicly rejects his fated mate Elara Ashwyn, declaring,
“I, Prince Lucien Kassel, take Seraphine Elvyr as my chosen mate,”
while Elara stands broken before the entire Wolf Kingdom.

Years later, after Elara has built a new life and secretly raised their daughter Mira, Lucien corners her:
“I never stopped loving you, Elara Ashwyn. I rejected you to save you from the white witches who wanted you dead.”

Elara’s furious reply cuts deep:
“You watched them brand me like livestock and call me a dark witch, Lucien Kassel. I wish I had never met you.”

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In a world where wolf shifters prize strength above all, powerless orphan Elara Ashwyn survives brutal pack abuse and public rejection by Crown Prince Lucien Kassel only to discover she carries forbidden dark witch blood and secretly bears his child, Mira. Forced apart for seven years, Elara rises as a fierce corporate lawyer while Lucien becomes king, haunted by his sacrificial choice to protect her. When their paths collide again, old wounds reopen amid royal conspiracies, white-witch covens, and a daughter with explosive powers.

This unique blend of rejected-mates angst, secret-baby redemption, and witch-shifter politics delivers raw emotion, steamy second-chance passion, and a heroine who claims her crown on her own terms.

Will Elara Ashwyn forgive the man who shattered her, or will their cursed bond destroy them both?

Haunted by a past she can’t outrun, Kaia is forced into an impossible bargain: deceive a ruthless mafia don and bring about his downfall within sixty days or lose the one thing she loves most, her son.
What begins as a deadly con turns into a dangerous game of desire, as Kaia finds herself drawn to the very man she’s meant to destroy. With every lie, every touch of heart, the lines blur.
Ninety days. One heart. A choice between survival and surrender.
Will Kaia finish the job she was sent to do… or will love rewrite the rules of the game?

When Calistra, the goddess who created all werewolves, awakens in the body of Zara a broken omega who took her own life she finds herself trapped in a cruel punishment. Her new mate is Rafael Prickette, the Alpha’s reckless son and the man who made Zara’s life a living hell.

Stripped of her divine power, Calistra becomes his servant, forced to endure the bond that ties her to the one she despises most. But when the mate bond defies his cruelty protecting her, punishing him it sparks a dangerous pull between them.

Vengeance was meant to be her purpose. Desire was never supposed to be her weakness.

Anita was an omega. After the sudden death of her sister, she went to join Evergreen Academy for her safety.

Little did she know that she would end up falling in love with the cold and ruthless Alpha Robin . For her she knew that the love that they felt for each other was mutual. Little did she know that Alpha Robin was deceiving her. He had other intentions with her, not love.
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" He is the one," I told Ben, my best friend, the only guy who had stood by me in Evergreen.

" He bullied you. How can you fall in love with your bully? He hates you, it can't be that he loves you now after everything that he has done to hurt you," Ben explained.

" I love Alpha Robin. To the world he can be Cold and ruthless but to me he is the love of my life. Nothing can convince me to break up with him," I told him.

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Follow the complicated love story of Alpha Robin and Anita which is filled with much deceit. Will Anita's hidden powers come to her rescue?

Read to find out.

“A fucking submissive, I love the way she obeyed me.
Her legs were against her chest while I thrust into her.
“You never listen to me until my dick is in you.” I thrust harder and she lets out series of curses, “answer me princess."
“Fuck.” She whispers, she is unable to make any sentence. I pushed her leg down thirsting harder into her, the way she moaned, the way her fingers found it place on my back, I know I would be waking up with bruises on my skin.
Victoria Sanchez decides to take revenge on her cheating boyfriend by sleeping with his associate.
Kelvin Ricci has no desire to find his mate, what happens when he finds his mate in a one night stand.
She leans in and whispers “I know your punishment, you don’t get to cum”

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Zoe Marshall thought her marriage was unbreakable. She built her life around Ethan Carter—powerful, brilliant, and untouchable. Until his betrayal shattered her so deeply that filing for divorce became her only way to breathe again. She thought leaving him would set her free. But freedom is never that simple when your ex-husband is a ruthless billionaire who turns regret into obsession.
Ethan is determined to win her back, to claim what he believes is still his—no matter what it takes. Just as Zoe begins to rediscover her strength, Mason King enters her life: dangerous, wealthy, and hiding secrets darker than midnight shadows. He offers her protection and a passion she never imagined. But his world is deadly, and his past is painted with blood.
When an enemy obsessed with Ethan threatens Zoe’s life to erase her forever, and Mason’s hidden demons resurface, she finds herself trapped between two powerful men fighting for her love... or her destruction. Who will truly protect her? Who will destroy her? Because when love becomes a battlefield, only the strongest hearts survive—and Zoe isn’t letting anyone else decide her fate.

Kael Noctravan is a monster born to lead.

An alpha.
A predator.
A weapon forged by the moon.

Cold, violent, and feared even by his own clan, he has never lost control… until he catches her scent.

Lyssara Velmora was supposed to be nothing more than human.
But the blood running through her veins belongs to a lineage that should have remained buried.

Now trapped among the Noctravan, surrounded by wolves who watch her like prey, Lyssara discovers there is something worse than monsters.

Their desire.

And no one is more dangerous than Kael.

With every touch, the bond between them grows stronger.
With every full moon, her body responds to the alpha she should hate.
And with every passing night, Kael comes closer to losing the last piece of humanity left inside him.

Because in the world of lycanthropes…
the blood bond is eternal.

And an alpha never gives back what he marks.

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns.
Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner.
Her pack is erased from history.
Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears.
The Crimson Crescent.
The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings.
Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood.
Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill.
But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds.
As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice.
Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone.
It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

"It hurts. Can you be gentle? I’m already married to you. Did you give the money to my brother?”

Their marriage is a trade-off. On the night of the wedding, she still thought of another man.

He stormed off angrily and left her alone.

The life afterwards wasn’t like what she had imagined. He spoiled her like a can of honey. He can satisfy whatever she wants—even if it’s the stars in the sky.

Strap in for "Galactic Survival Games: Hucow U-Verse," where every week is a ruthless fight for survival on a cosmic scale. Our hucow heroine isn't just another contestant; she's bait in the galaxy's most vicious reality show, thrown into savage new worlds each week from dinosaur-ridden wastelands to treacherous alien oceans. Here, survival isn't guaranteed—it's stolen, fought for, and drenched in the blood and sweat of its contenders.

Amid the chaos, she finds a recurring connection with a man doomed to forget her as his memories are scrubbed clean after each harrowing ordeal by their sinister alien overlords, the Grays. Their twisted game is designed to entertain a galaxy that thirsts for desperation, despair, and an all-you-can-consume buffet of carnal pleasures.

But the game's endgame erupts when the Forgotten—a rogue faction her love interest belongs to—storms the stage in Week 52. As his memories flood back, revealing the bonds they forged in the crucible of alien landscapes, she faces the ultimate choice: remain in the relentless glare of the galaxy’s cruel spotlight or vanish with the Forgotten.

This series is not for the faint-hearted. It's raw, it’s gritty, and it slaps you with the harsh reality of love and memory in a universe that prizes spectacle overall. Readers can tune into "Galactic Survival Games" on Novel Snack and ride the razor's edge of passion and danger. Will she fade into obscurity, or rise as a legend among the stars? The cosmos is brutal, and so is this story. Witness it.

When Mila transfers to Northshore Academy, she wants a fresh start. She doesn’t expect to clash with Cole, the cold and feared hockey star everyone avoids.

Cole is the best player in the school. He barely talks. No one dares to challenge him—until Mila steps onto the ice and proves she can play just as well.

Their rivalry turns into a public challenge. The rule is simple: if Mila wins, Cole must carry her school bag every day for six months. If Cole wins, Mila will have to accept the embarrassment.

Mila wins.

From that day on, Cole walks beside her to school, silent and serious, carrying her bag. Rumors spread. Students stare. What starts as a punishment slowly turns into something neither of them expects

“I, Orion Henderson, reject you, Lyra Onyxvale, as my mate and the future Luna of the Crescent Pack. I also reject the bastard in your stomach you claim is my child. I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last woman on earth. And if I truly am the one who impregnated you, may the Moon Goddess strike me dead right here, right now.”

He announced it in front of the whole pack, holding the scarred cursed scroll in his arms.

I looked up, waiting for the thunder that should have struck him down for his lies. He was the father of my child, I knew it. But the Moon Goddess turned her back on me when I needed her most. Nothing happened. And that was enough to make everyone believe I was a whore, trying to pin my pregnancy on the Alpha.

“Since my innocence has been cleared, I hereby sentence you and your unborn child to death by stoning.”


After suffering seventeen years of bullying from her pack, Lyra thought her only salvation would come from finding her mate. But fate was cruel. Her mate turned out to be Orion, the Alpha of the Crescent Pack, and her younger sister’s boyfriend.

When Orion slept with her, she thought it meant the end of his affair. Instead, he abandoned her the next morning. Weeks later, when she discovered she was pregnant, he refused to claim the child. Worse, he framed her and sentenced her to death.

But fate had other plans. Lyra was given a second chance mate… two, in fact. The Valentino brothers. Damien, the ruthless Lycan King who kills for sport, and Damian, the brilliant tech genius with a dangerous past.

Would they be her salvation, or destroy what's left of her heart?

Beth lost her job and runs from her cheating boyfriend into the woods. Rescued by kind locals, she decides to stay back and navigate their mysterious world.
Until she meets them;
Derrick, who has waited all his life for his mate but now faces a dilemma; share her with another or risk losing her forever.
Ralph, who is reeling from the loss of his pregnant bondmate and constant rogue threats isn't looking for love - especially not with a human.
With his mindlink broken and his tether over the packlink gone, he would have preferred an alpha female to spark it back. Definitely not Beth, who he sees as weak and spineless.
With secrets unraveling, sizzling romance tension, a wicked ex on her tail, pack danger lurking, and the need to fit in, will Beth find herself... or escape?
Can their bond survive the power of three? especially when Beth isn't as weak as they all think...

For Jayden, his first day at a new school should have been a chance to blend in and keep his head down. But when he crosses paths with Liam, the school’s ruthless prince and notorious bully he finds himself locked in a vicious game he can’t escape from, even though his great strength as a wolf.

Liam’s influential family has made him untouchable, but Jayden’s no ordinary student he could play around with. He’s a werewolf forced to live among humans, hiding his strength and primal instincts to keep his kind safe. When Liam’s antagonism goes too far, Jayden vows revenge, but beneath the hatred, an unexpected attraction ignites. Will Jayden tame the beast within, or will his growing desire for Liam spell disaster for them both?

He has dark hair with very beautiful blue eyes, a cold and charismatic person.

I often see his work which is very good and my favorite, a painting of a toddler girl in a pink dress.

I thought it was an ordinary painting, but not for people who claim to know his dark past.

They say, the toddler painting is a manifestation of his mental illness which has an affinity for young children.

Levi William Stanley or Adam Joseph McCartney, a sadistic killer who had the heart to brutally murder his parents when he was 12 years old.

However, I couldn't believe the rumors. How could someone as handsome and great as him is a murderer?

People say, don't look at a book by its cover. But, is it true that my favorite lecturer is a murderer?

Phoebe is a young beautiful girl with a whore mother and an ex-convict father after they leave their children, Phoebe is left with two of her siblings to care for, she also had to clear her father's gambling debts after his disappearance, Phoebe would go any length to make sure they are happy even with her health condition, the man who caused her pain years ago is back in her life but now her life is more complicated with indispensable responsibilities as she was involved in a contract, will she be able to get back with him?

Several days after being locked in the dungeon, my wife married my own identical twin brother.
Rose petals rained from the sky; the entire city celebrated the new marriage of the crime family's matriarch.
She thought I would weep in despair in the dark dungeon, admitting my mistakes to her.
Little did she know, I was currently being held in the arms of another, even more powerful figure whom she herself feared, watching this farce with cold eyes.
In my past life, I gave her my heart, only to be betrayed and abandoned in return.
Living a second time, I will not serve her anymore.
She thought she could tame me using my brother's injury as an excuse, not knowing I had already tricked her into signing our divorce agreement days ago.
When she finally checked the surveillance and learned the truth, kicking down the dungeon door in a frantic plea for my forgiveness, all that remained was a pool of my blood...

As the undisputed queen of the CS department, my world used to consist of nothing but the absolute rationality of zeros and ones.
Until Corbin Hawke, hockey captain with his star-athlete entitlement, bulldozed past my firewall with his Academy Award-worthy act and a "love algorithm" he supposedly pulled all-nighters to write.
I naively believed it was the upgrade I'd been waiting for.
Until this moment.
The shower ran in the bathroom, his carefree humming drifting out, while my iPad lit up beside me. Thirsty texts from some cheerleader flashed across the screen, followed by him running his mouth in the team group chat:
"Easy, fellas. Dumping this frigid nerd at the championship party tomorrow and collecting that five-hundred-dollar bet. That script I copied off Stack Overflow for 200 bucks? She ate that shit up."
Staring at those vile messages, whatever naive warmth I'd stupidly let myself feel got deleted from my system in one clean swipe, leaving nothing but cold, pure logic.
Pissing off a top-tier hacker would be the most catastrophic mistake he'd ever executed.

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

Three years ago, Marco Ferraro stepped over the corpses of the Vancetti family to claim his throne, delivering my sentence with cold indifference: "Don't take it personally, Noelle. It's just business."
Three years later, he is the untouchable new Godfather of New York, while I am nothing but a ghost in a threadbare coat.
His classless fiancée didn’t just buy my mother’s legacy—she took that rare pink diamond and dropped it, right in front of everyone, into a glass of whiskey thick with spit.
"Thirsty, fallen princess?"
She kicked the backs of my knees hard, forcing me onto the glass-strewn floor. Her sharp stiletto heel ground into my knuckles. "Drink it, or die."
Marco stood to the side, lighting a cigar, his eyes filled with nothing but boredom.
I tightened my grip on the shard of glass hidden in my palm, ready to drag us all down to hell.
But before I could strike, the deafening roar of rotor blades tore through the dome of the auction house. A pitch-black military helicopter hovered just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the violent rotor wash instantly shattering every champagne tower in the room.
A voice that made the entire underworld tremble boomed through the speakers:
"Which one of you suicidal bastards touched my woman?"
A dozen crimson laser dots instantly painted a target on Marco’s forehead.
Rafael, "The Phantom," had arrived.
Tonight, no one makes it out of here alive—except me.

The day the butler of Sterling family came to claim me, the folks back in my dusty hometown lined the streets with tears in their eyes, waving goodbye like I was headed somewhere better.
The moment I stepped into that mansion, armed guards pinned me down in the first-floor medical suite, demanding I donate bone marrow to their precious adopted daughter, Celeste.
I responded by ripping out Celeste's dialysis machine.
My biological parents, Richard and Eleanor, went ballistic. They locked me in the attic storage room to "reflect on my behavior."
That night, while the house slept, I crept down to the basement and twisted open the main gas line valve.
I was halfway through rigging a candle delay fuse when the thermal imaging system caught me. Armed security tackled me before I could finish the job.
They'd had enough. They blindfolded me, tossed me onto a private jet like garbage, and flew me overnight to the most notorious hellhole in America—Deadwater, Texas.
The car had barely stopped in front of the bullet-riddled town sign when Richard leaned in with a cold warning:
"Listen to me. These people don't show mercy. An ungrateful brat like you? Three days, tops, before they pick your bones clean."
Eleanor stood beside him, dripping with fake concern:
"Willa, just agree to donate your marrow to Celeste, and you'll still be a Sterling. Stay here in this godforsaken wasteland, and you're dead."
I spat blood at her shoes. Eleanor's mask shattered. She ripped off my hood and shoved me hard into the dust.
I pushed myself up slightly, staring coldly at the yellow sand beneath my hands, and shook my head.
I squinted up at the familiar landscape—the rusted water tower, the butcher shop with skinned hogs hanging in the window, the faint smell of gunpowder in the air.
Funny. Nobody ever told me that the place I'd spent twenty years calling home was what rich people called "Deadwater."
Well. Since I'm here anyway.
Nobody's leaving this town alive today.

We were ambushed by rogue wolves and chased all the way to the cliff's edge.
Caleb—my mate, Alpha of Ravenrock Pack—was covered in blood, barely strong enough to carry one person across the chasm.
Forced by the alliance marriage between our packs, he ultimately chose me.
Laura was left behind. The feral rogues tore her apart, piece by piece. They didn't even leave a body.
Three days later, Caleb acted as if nothing had happened and completed our mating ceremony on schedule.
After the wedding, he stripped me of every dignity of my position as Luna. He treated me like a prisoner, a punching bag for his rage, making me pay for Laura's brutal death.
When I learned that my entire pack had been slaughtered, I was locked in a freezing dungeon, wanting nothing more than release.
I used the last of my strength to rip apart our mate bond. But Caleb, driven completely mad, tore me to pieces with his own hands.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the rogue attack.
This time, I chose to step back and give the one he truly loved a chance to survive.

I am Mandy Langley, 42 years old, CEO of Sterling International. In Manhattan's cutthroat business world, I'd earned the name "Ice Queen."
Five years divorced, my ex-husband's parting words still stung—he'd called me cold as stone, said I was nothing but a dictator even in bed.
He had no idea my frost was a facade, hiding an emptiness and a craving no one could touch.
I controlled billions in assets, yet I lay awake every night, consumed by a single thought: I wanted a man to make me let go, to force me to surrender completely.
That man walked into my office three years ago, and I'd been drowning ever since.
Allen Thorne, my chief assistant, 28 years old—too young, shamefully young, and yet I couldn't resist him.
A year ago, I discovered the truth: he was the CEO of Vortex Capital, my rival, planted here to destroy me.
I should've fired him on the spot. Instead, I kept him close, pretending it was to watch him, when really, I just couldn't let him go.
Dangerous, magnetic, ruthlessly in control—he was everything I shouldn't want. I never exposed him. I fell harder instead.
I buried this forbidden desire, but every day he was there, right in front of me, taunting me.
What was I supposed to do? Cut him loose—or let him claim me?

At 2:17 AM, six weeks postpartum, new mom Harper thought she was just responding to her baby's crying. Instead, she discovered her husband Kieran and their live-in nanny Anya in the most intimate embrace—right beside her daughter's crib.
In her most vulnerable moment, in what should have been the safest space in her home, the two people she trusted most were betraying everything sacred about motherhood and marriage. Worse yet, they thought she was just another "baby-brained" mom who would never catch on.

They seriously underestimated what a mother is capable of.

When Harper finds that mysterious $300 Victoria's Secret charge on their shared account, when she discovers Kieran's handwritten love notes hidden in Anya's room, when she overhears them mocking her "annoying" middle-of-the-night feedings—she realizes it's time to show them what a real "burning sensation" feels like.

So the next time they tried to sneak around, Harper secretly swapped out their lube for her own special blend.

If you want to play with fire, let me show you what burning really feels like.

In my past life, just one day before the national evaluation camp that would make or break his career, my hockey-prodigy best friend faked an illness. He was ready to throw away his entire future just to go party in Chicago with a cheerleader.

Thinking I was doing him a favor, I stepped in. I tipped off his coach, saved his career.

Years later, he became a multimillion-dollar superstar. His way of thanking me? Framing me with doctored charity records and sending me to federal prison. He even smiled as he delivered the final, crushing blow:

"I planned that crash on the icy road, Kassia. Your parents' lives were just the price you had to pay for sticking your nose where it didn't belong."

Now, my eyes snap open to the deafening cheers of our high school hockey arena.

Sitting right next to me, that same cheerleader is eagerly plotting how to corner him after the game.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time, I'm making the call.

After being reborn, my cousin and I swapped mates.
Last life, she married Kaelen Thornfield — the coldest Alpha in the West. Fifty years together and he never marked her. Not once. His childhood "friend," an Omega with a PhD in crying on command, made sure of that. My cousin faded into nothing. Unmarked. Unloved. Invisible.
Me? I married a man who couldn't stand the sound of my voice. Eleven months. Done.
This time, I took the western contract. Drove three days across the country in a beat-up truck, blew a radiator in the middle of nowhere, and rolled into his pack's territory covered in engine grease and smelling like a gas station.
His little Omega took one look at me and wrinkled her nose.
She has no idea what's coming.
I don't do tears. I don't do subtle. And when some girl sobbed at my mating ceremony about how jealous she was of me — I grabbed my Alpha by the collar and sank my teeth into his neck.
In front of the entire pack.
Without asking.

I died on the day my fiancé Song Jinnian got engaged to his white moonlight, Shen Zhiyi.

Shen Zhiyi wore the evening dress designed by Song Jinnian himself, smiling sweetly as she linked her arm through his, accepting blessings from every guest in the hall.

I was at the scene of a car crash on Highway 23, half a steel rebar piercing straight through my chest. Warm blood trickled down the cold metal, pooling into a stark, glaring red pool beneath me.

I called Song Jinnian seventeen times.

He hung up instantly on the first sixteen.

On the seventeenth ring, he finally answered.

The melodic music of the banquet hall hummed in the background. His voice was low, laced with unbridled impatience: “What’s your problem now? How many times do I have to say it—marrying Zhiyi is just a formality. Can’t you act your age and quit this nonsense?”

I tried to speak, but blood froth surged up my throat, stealing my ability to form a full sentence. All I heard was the busy tone as he hung up without a second thought, echoing in the empty car, one beep at a time, shattering my last shred of hope.

Song Jinnian would never know that the girl he dismissed as a spoiled, tantrum-throwing lady was pinned to the driver’s seat by that steel rebar.

Beneath my slightly bulging abdomen lay our two-month-old unborn child.

Trembling, I let go of the phone soaked in blood. With my final ounce of strength, I dialed the funeral home.

“Hello. Near Highway 23… please come collect a body from a car crash.”

A pause came from the other end, followed by the routine question:

“Who are you to the deceased?”

All around me, only the rain hammered against the car windows, and my breath grew fainter and fainter. I forced out my last words:

“I am… the deceased herself.”

I died once.

Spent seventy years as a housewife the first time around. Biggest regret? Never felt my heart race.

Met her in this life, and that's when I learned what being alive actually meant. In this world where assassins pay in gold coins and seek sanctuary at Continental hotels, we became a duo called "Swans," hunting down the man who destroyed her family. Every single day, dancing on a razor's edge.

Two years ago, the explosion killed Raven Hayes right in front of me.

To survive, I married a naive tech heir, slipped into silk dresses and started doing the charity gala circuit, tried to convince myself this was the peace I wanted.

Until that enemy became a High Table member and announced a hundred-million-dollar bounty on me to the world.

I used to be scared. Used to run. Used to ask why it had to be me.

But sitting at my vanity, staring at this stranger's face in the mirror, all done up like some socialite, I suddenly realized none of it mattered anymore.

I'm going to die eventually anyway. Might as well die looking like myself.

After my miscarriage, my psychiatrist husband offered to erase the painful memories to help me forget them.

During the three months I was dumped in a rehab facility, he took our daughter and his cousin on a European vacation.

Now that they're back, he assumes I’ll go right back to being that meticulous, perfect wife.

But I didn't.

He deliberately provokes me, thinking my coldness is just me playing hard to get.

He has no idea that the brainwashing procedure didn't just wash away my pain—it completely severed my love for him.

Here is the translation, adapted into the explosive, high-stakes style of a bestselling American domestic thriller. The pacing is sharp, and the emotional transition from shock to cold vengeance is deeply amplified:

For five years, I honestly believed I was the happiest woman alive.

Until today. The day I came home early and stood frozen just outside the balcony, listening to his phone call.

"What? Shuying, you're pregnant?" Tingshen's voice was laced with a raw, unbridled euphoria I had never once heard before. "I knew getting rid of Jiang Wan's baby back then was the right move."

My knuckles turned stark white as I death-gripped the ultrasound report in my hand.

Qin Shuying. My absolute worst rival. They had been sleeping together.

"Tingshen, are you sure she won't find out?" Shuying's sickeningly sweet voice drifted through the phone's speaker, piercing my eardrums. "If Jiang Wan ever realizes you were the one who killed her baby, she's going to raise hell."

"Relax." Tingshen laughed, his tone dripping with the kind of casual contempt reserved for swatting a fly. "She's so clueless. She honestly believes it was her own failing body. The stupid bitch even cried and apologized to me. She'd never in a million years suspect I drugged her."

My nails drove so brutally into my palms that they broke the skin.

"Besides, I finally got my hands on her core design drafts. Consider them a welcome gift for our baby. As for her shares in the company..." He paused, savoring his own smugness. "She's about to sign them all over to me anyway. So what if her old man built an empire? It's all dropping right into my lap."

The world tilted violently on its axis.

I was carrying his child again.

Just five minutes ago, before I overheard this monstrous phone call, I had been acting like a giddy fool, planning the perfect way to surprise him with the news.

My trembling hand drifted down to my lower stomach. My chest cracked open, a visceral, violent tearing of my own heart. The baby I had desperately longed for and mourned... chemically aborted by their own father, all to keep his mistress happy.

My sweet babies, I thought, the devastating sorrow rapidly freezing into sheer, icy rage. Mommy is going to make them pay for every drop of blood.

An hour ago, at the company’s press conference, I had just helped my husband Carlisle quell the ninety-ninth scandal of his affair.
Now, he has my assistant Russell pinned against my office desk, kissing him, his hand slipping under Russell’s miniskirt and groping wildly.
In that moment, I’ve already planned the publicity spin for the hundredth time.
But I’m not sure if my dear husband Carlisle and his lover will make it that far.
Because the revenge banquet I’ve been preparing for three years is about to begin.

As the only daughter of a mafia family, I learned early that trust doesn't come cheap. When my father got sick, he gave me an ultimatum: if I want to take over the family, I have to get married first.

Everyone assumed I'd pick my childhood friend, Vincent Moretti—son of my father's right-hand man. Hell, even I thought so. Until my last life, when he left me to burn.

Father died in an ambush. I was trapped in a metal cage at an abandoned dock warehouse while flames swallowed everything. I begged Vincent for help. He stood thirty feet away, the cage key right by his feet.

"Cat, as long as your father's alive, he'll never give me the family. This isn't personal. It's business."

Sophia was wrapped around him—my so-called best friend. She smiled at me and said she'd take good care of everything.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw a figure in black charging into the flames—Elijah, the bodyguard I'd called "trash" and "a dog."

Then I opened my eyes and woke up a month before my birthday party. This time, I'm giving that position to someone who actually deserves it.

But why is Vincent on his knees at my engagement party, crying and begging me to marry him?