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She felt that he was upset so she walked over to him, but didn’t know what to do.

Jack took out the stuff inside the document folder and put it in front of Stephanie. He read, "I have asked someone to check. The baby in your belly…”

He paused on purpose and looked at her meaningfully. Catching a flash of joy in her eyes, he sneered in his heart but maintained his poker face.

"The baby’s father is Steve. DNA Comparison shows 99% match.” He finished his sentence.

The face in front of him turned pale gradually. Stephanie lifted her head and laughed as if just heard a joke. "This is impossible. I didn’t…”

Jack interrupted her without any hesitation and explained indifferently, "Oh, yes. I kept his sperm and arranged an operation for you.”

"No…That’s not possible.” She lost her voice and covered her belly with her hands. Jack, however, didn’t waver and tossed the document to her.

Stephanie took the document with her trembling hands. She examined the data carefully, trying to prove it’s fake.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at him in a forced smile. "It…it’s all fake, right? Tell me this is a joke, please…I know, this… ”

Jack remained indifferent. He looked at her mercilessly and said, "You owe him a life. The baby is the compensation.”

I was reborn twelve hours before the anomaly occurred.

In my previous life, I died tragically in a sea of fire, unable to even protect my three-year-old daughter.

In this life, I returned from hell with the "Shadow" that rules the abyss, only to discover that the only antidote to ending the wasteland lies in my daughter's palm.

Her ex-wife, who was possessed by a monster, the greedy military, and even "myself" who went mad across parallel universes all tried to tear her apart and suck her blood.

You want to harm my daughter? Fine. Then let's see if you can withstand this all-consuming polar night!

I was bought into this world. For twenty-three years, my adoptive mother swept floors, scrubbed toilets, and endured endless orders from others just to keep me alive. Then one day, I discovered she had been depositing forty-four thousand dollars into an overseas account every single year for two decades. They called it a "custody fee". When a mysterious organization showed up, slammed coins in her face and threw a contract written in blood right in front of me, I finally learned whose blood runs through my veins. From that day on, I will prove to everyone: no one shall ever hurt my family.

I woke up back on the night Rhys’s Blood Tide Frenzy hit.
This time, I wouldn’t offer my blood to calm him. Instead, I sent an urgent Message Crystal to Seraphina—his precious white moonlight.
In my past life, I saw Rhys’s Blood Tide spiraled out of control, threatening to tear his body apart.
In my past life, when he commanded me to call Seraphina, I had let my pathetic, unrequited love blind me.
I offered my own body as the cure, desperately weaving the Origin Blood Seal with him.
Not long after, I fell pregnant with his half-blood child.
He had no choice but to plan our wedding. On the big day, Seraphina was ambushed by blood hunters.
She sent ninety-nine distress blood signals, yet he was tied up with wedding duties and never saw a single one.
After his beloved nearly died, he laid every ounce of blame on me.
When I went into labor, he locked me away in the Blood Dungeon. He drained every drop of my Origin Blood in a ritual meant to resurrect Seraphina, leaving me and our unborn baby to die in agony.
As my life slipped away, his words echoed in my ears: I’d ruined his one true love, and both me and the child deserved to perish.
When I opened my eyes again, I was right back to that night.

“Smile, Natalie,” Callum whispered before he walked onstage.

So I smiled while he thanked another woman for the crisis plan I had written. I smiled when he pinned my grandmother’s sapphire brooch to her dress. I even smiled when his message came in, canceling our nineteenth appointment at the county clerk’s office.

Then I walked out with our unsigned marriage license papers in my purse and called the one CEO he hated most.

By the time Callum realized I wasn’t waiting anymore, I had already taken my name, my work, and my future back.

Nobody would believe that I, Sienna, the glamorous CEO's wife in the eyes of outsiders, couldn't even scrape together two decent outfits in my closet after three years of marriage.   And no one knew that every single cent I spent in private—from my brother's life-saving medical bills down to a pack of tampons—had to go through my husband's childhood sweetheart and personal assistant via a so-called corporate expense approval system.   I lived like a beggar, groveling for scraps under his assistant's watchful eye.   It wasn't until my critically ill brother's life-saving funds were maliciously rejected, turning my only remaining soft spot in this world to ashes, that this absurd marriage finally came to an end.

The man I loved and the family I trusted became my worst nightmares. They destroyed my child and tortured me to death over a blood curse. Reborn once more, I hold all the painful memories. I will tear off their masks of kindness, seek justice, and flee far away to start a brand new life, free from all suffering and betrayal.

Everyone says I’m crazy.
My husband, Adrien, is Ashmont College’s most esteemed professor—suave, composed, and highly logical. I, on the other hand, am an investigative journalist whose nerves are fried by looming deadlines and too much caffeine. Yet, I insist there’s a woman who shares my exact face, who crawls out of our bedroom mirror every night and slips into my husband’s bed.
Our security cameras always "happen" to glitch at the crucial moments. My son avoids me like I’m a monster, and my neighbors claim they cheerfully greeted "me" in the driveway a few days ago—even though I don't even own a vintage pink dress.
Adrien has started dropping phrases like "psych evaluation" and "sole custody." If I let this drag on any longer, he’s going to personally commit me to a psych ward.
So tonight, I lied about flying to Chicago. Instead, I’m hiding in my own study—waiting for that identical face to crawl out of the mirror one more time.

I spent fifteen years taking beatings in the Bronx hellhole — beatings meant for my mother.
She's a Manhattan heiress now. Chanel suits, a daughter on her arm, and eyes full of disgust whenever they land on my hollowed-out frame.
"You're just like your disgusting father. A sewer rat. You've always reeked of something rotten."
What she doesn't know: on that rainy night fifteen years ago, I wrapped my arms around that man's legs and let him kick me half to death, so she could run.
What she also doesn't know: the tumor in my stomach has spread. I won't survive the winter.
I'd made my peace with dying alone, quietly, so I wouldn't disturb the perfect life she'd built. I swallowed the blood rising in my throat and started walking toward the dark.
Then came the dinner party, a few months later. Her daughter shoved me off a second-floor balcony.
I hit the ground at her feet like a broken doll. Dark red blood flooded across her white heels.
I watched the color drain from her face. With the last breath I had, I apologized.
"Don't be scared. This piece of garbage won't dirty your eyes anymore."

For eighteen years, my mother counted every pill I swallowed.
She kissed my forehead every night. She told me I was born broken. She said no one would ever love me the way she did, and I believed her.
Then, on my eighteenth birthday, a voice inside my head screamed: Don’t swallow that.
Her name is Vera. She’s my wolf. And she says there’s nothing wrong with my legs.
Now the woman who sang me to sleep is watching me with glowing green eyes. The only person who can help me is the stranger next door, who smells like cedar and danger. And I have one question I’m terrified to ask:
What was she so afraid I’d become?

Five months after Arthur died in the line of duty, my stepmother-in-law, Martha, dragged me into a private clinic in Seattle and tried to force me to end my pregnancy.
The consent form had barely come off the printer when a tiny, milk-sweet voice exploded inside my head—
Mommy, run! Daddy isn't dead! They've got him locked up in a veterans' rehab center outside the city, and they're brainwashing him!
Last time, you believed that wicked grandma. I never got born, and when Daddy found out the truth, he lost his mind!
I tore the form in half right there and stormed off to the rehab center, belly first.
I had just reached the door of the assessment room when I heard a woman's voice inside—the counselor—holding Arthur's hand and murmuring, "Captain, let go of the past. We can start over."
I lifted my foot and kicked that solid-wood door as hard as I could.

Foxes are born to bless their mates, unlocking their bloodline and putting them on the throne of the Beast King.

In my last life, the Golden Lion prince Rein picked me, and my sister Lilith got stuck marrying Austin, the black dragon everyone steered clear of.

Then Austin's bloodline woke up and he took the throne, and Lilith rode his coattails straight into a crown.

I threw everything I had into blessing Rein and it never worked. He blamed me for every failure, dug my core out with his own hands, and tossed me into a cell like trash, leaving me there to rot.

Now I'm back, and at the mating ceremony, Rein walks right past me and takes Lilith's hand instead.

That's when I know. He's been reborn too.

But he has no idea. It was never my fault the blessing failed. He was never going to hold power, no matter who blessed him. That throne was never his to take.

My twin sister and I were born on the same day. She got the love. I got the debt.
Some doctor told my parents I stole Colette's immune system in the womb, and after that, the rule was simple: every time she got sick, I had to hurt worse. Fever meant the basement. Below freezing, no blanket, no socks, door padlocked from the outside.
I was seventeen and I weighed under seventy pounds. My teeth were coming loose. My hair was falling out.
Then, on the coldest night of the year, something moved behind the cracked mirror in the basement. A man in a tailcoat. He said he could give me anything, as long as I could pay.
All I wanted was a blanket and a piece of bread.
He asked what I had left to trade.
I didn't have anything. So I offered him my last years.

I inherited my mother’s breathtaking beauty, while my sister was cursed with our father’s plain, vulgar looks.
Consumed by jealousy, she married early and settled into a mundane life, while I was kept entirely imprisoned by our mother—forbidden to date, forbidden to marry.
Whenever I brought a boyfriend home, my mother would take him into that mysterious locked bathroom.
Every single man who walked out of there would have glazed eyes and a flushed look of utter ecstasy. Then, without fail, they would coldly abandon me. Even the man who swore to marry me completely succumbed—to the point where he was having sex with my mother in the garden in broad daylight!
What’s even more bizarre is that whenever any female relative stepped into that bathroom, they came out looking at me with vicious hatred, joining forces to spit on me.
Betrayed by everyone and pushed to the brink, I decided to flee this demonic house in the dead of night.
But the moment I peeked through the crack of the door and finally caught a glimpse inside that bathroom, the blood in my veins turned to ice.
Only then did I horrifyingly realize the true reason my mother was willing to destroy my entire life...

I never imagined that the most humiliating secret of my life would be laid bare in a flimsy tent in the middle of nowhere.

Even less did I imagine that the person witnessing my unraveling would be Sebastian. He’s the CEO of a top-tier conglomerate, my direct boss, and, most damningly, my ex’s stepfather.

A freak accident left us stranded in the jungle late at night. Inside that cramped, suffocating tent, the air felt scorching, almost unbearable. Worst of all, in my rush to leave, I’d forgotten to bring the medication that suppresses my “craving disorder.”

When that sickening desire surged through me like a tidal wave, when his body heat pressed against my back through his shirt, I could only bite my lip hard, teetering on the edge of shame and instinct.

“Mr. Blackwood, please… stay away from me.”

In my past life, I was shoved into oncoming traffic by my husband's widowed cousin, Isabella.
"Why do you get the perfect husband and the Romano fortune? Go to hell!"
I died, and my unborn child died with me. Up until my last breath, I thought she killed me out of purely manic, bitter jealousy.
When I opened my eyes, I was back at that exact crosswalk, rewound to the second she was about to push me.
Only this time, I stepped aside.
And I finally learned the truth. She wasn't just an envious widow—she was my husband's secret lover. And the one who paid the million-dollar bounty for my murder to steal my mafia empire was the "flawless" man sleeping in my bed.

I was dragged to the stand of the MRI Memory Court by my own flesh and blood.

Their demand? To forcibly extract my kidney to keep their uremic adopted daughter alive.

A guilty verdict meant losing not just my bodily autonomy, but my freedom for the rest of my life.

Bathed in the global spotlight, my parents performed as tragic heroes, while their adopted saint cried a river of deceit.

They thought they had cornered the perfect victim, waiting for the world to send me to the slaughter.

But the moment the memory holograms ignited and reality bled through, the hunters instantly became the hunted.

I am Nerissa Calvino, the illegitimate daughter of the Vespucci mafia family—a stain on their pristine name.
All I ever wanted was a quiet life, spent in the arms of Carmine, a simple doctor. But my half-sister, Renata, fell terminally ill and was declared infertile. To preserve the alliance between the Vespucci and Arcuri families, a filthy transaction was struck: I was to be the surrogate for Renata’s fiancé, Silvano, bearing the heir that would bind their syndicates together.
They threatened Carmine’s life. To save him, I had to spit venom, shredding our love to pieces with my own hands.
In public, Silvano was the perfect, doting fiancé to my sister. But in the dark, he locked me away, claiming my body with ruthless gravity.
When news of my pregnancy broke, the entire estate rejoiced. Only I remained trapped in a living nightmare.
Torn between a past I couldn’t return to and a forbidden entanglement I couldn't escape, I wondered: would I ever reclaim my own life?

On the third day after my death, Massimo got the call.
His arm was around another woman. He didn't even flinch.
"Dead is dead," he said. "Burn her, then call me."
He came to the crematorium two hours late. He took my ashes, dropped them on the floor, and stepped on them like they were dirt.
"Tell Tess," he said, "if she's still alive, she can crawl back and beg. If she's really dead, I'll dig her up and flog the corpse myself."
I was right there, screaming without a voice.
Later, he pulled out his phone and called my number. It went straight to voicemail.
"Tess Reinhardt," he said, his jaw tight. "If you don't pick up, you're dead to me."
He still didn't know.
I was already dead.
And he was the only one who would never believe it.

He broke down the morgue door, his guttural scream echoing off the cold tiles as he yanked open drawer after drawer.

"Emily!"

Ethan's hands shook violently as he pulled it open. She lay inside, a white sheet draped over her face. With trembling fingers, he peeled back the fabric. Her face was paper-white, lips bloodless, her eyelashes casting faint shadows. So still.

This wasn't the Emily he knew. The Emily he knew could smile, could cry, could clumsily try to warm his frozen heart. But now, she was just a corpse. A corpse because of him.

"Cancer... stage four..." he whispered, drowning in a tidal wave of panic.

He remembered all those times she had clutched her stomach in agony, and he had mocked her. He remembered demanding she give her heart to his lover. He remembered her final silent words through the surgical glass: "I hate you."

"AHHH—!!" A raw scream tore from his throat. He slammed his fist into the metal drawer, blood blooming across his knuckles.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her stiff, freezing body into his arms. She was so light. Like holding air.

"Emily, I was wrong. I was so wrong," he choked out, crying for the first time in years. "Wake up. Hit me. Hate me. I'm begging you..."

But death is the most absolute silence of all. How far will a man go when he realizes he murdered his only salvation?

I loved Julian for ten years, carving every sweat-stained day into my love for him.
He once said I shined brighter than any gold medal.
Yet in five short minutes, he handed my dream, my glory, and my whole world to a scheming transfer girl.
Betrayed, discarded, and broken on the fencing strip, I lost my first love and everything I fought for.
Until the retired cold Olympic champion stepped out of the dark midnight shadows.
He offered me hellish training and a sharp blade of revenge.
I buried my soft heart, handed over my soul, and vowed to make every traitor pay.

Ninety-nine times.

I was sent to the punishment chamber ninety-nine times by my mafia don fiancé.

Each time, he watched through bulletproof glass with cold, detached eyes—watching me being deprived of sleep, injected with drugs, tortured until I was barely clinging to life.

"Elara, you're paying for what you did to the Mancuso family."

For the sake of sweet, innocent Yvette—his precious savior—he personally destroyed everything I had.

After the ninety-ninth time, the doctor handed me a critical condition notice. I stopped begging, signed the confession, and vanished completely with my broken body.

The result? When the truth finally came to light, the ruthless don went completely insane.

Ten years ago, my mate faked his death in the war and ran off with his childhood sweetheart.
No goodbye. No contact since.
All he left me were two things — a debt of six hundred and eighty thousand, and a notice declaring him lost, stamped four years later by people who'd never met him.
The bank took our den. I moved into a shared burrow-flat at the edge of the settlement.
Three jobs after hours. Sold blood. Scrubbed latrines. Tested tonics for the healers until my nose stopped working right.
Ten years to pay off the debt. A desk at the Missing and Fallen Registry Office, once the ceasefire finally came.
My first case file was a man the law had already declared dead.
He said he'd been young and reckless. Walked out. Never looked back.
Now his family's land was due a war reparations payout, and he needed his name restored to collect it.
I stared at the name on the form. Recognized it instantly.
Smiled.
"Insufficient documentation. Application denied."

In my first life, my fiancé helped his sister frame me for a fatal hit-and-run.

I went to prison, my mother died begging for my freedom, and the lawyer who tried to save me lost everything.

When I woke up on the afternoon of the crash, I didn't run from the police.

I made sure they arrested me first.

My long-lost twin sister has returned.
The first thing she did was demand to marry my fiancé.
Jayden, murmuring apologies, held her close as they walked into the city hall.
My family urged me to be generous, saying, "After all she’s been through, you owe her this much. You've had a good life all these years—why not let her have this?"
Until the day of their wedding, no one could find me.
But what they didn't know was that my body had been drifting at sea for over ten days.

I thought I was the Jones family's "legitimate wife."
Until the day I saw it with my own eyes, my husband, Carter, resting his hand on my stepsister Nora's bump belly, gentle like he was cradling the future.
Everyone told me to be "big-heated": when the baby was born, they'd put it under my name, make him call me Mom, because the family needed an "heir."
Even the private doctor they hired announced it in front of everyone—steady heartbeat, and from the ultrasound, it looked like a boy.
I didn't cry and didn't make a scene.
I just picked up the phone and told my lawyer to initiate the divestment.
Twenty-four hours later, Carter's cards were frozen, his projects got their loans yanked, and assets started getting seized—
That's when he finally understood: he hadn't betrayed a wife.
He'd betrayed the lifeline of the entire family.
But what I really wanted to know was—
When he dropped to his knees and begged me to come back, would I tell him— I had already picked out his grave?

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded.
His voice was filled with weight and urgency
and I immediately complied before he steered my hips.
Our bodies slapped together with a punishing, angry rhythm.
I grew wetter and hotter as I listened to the sound of us fucking.
“Fuck, your pussy is insane.”

After a hot, one-night stand with a stranger she meets at a club, Dalia Campbell doesn't expect to see Noah Anderson again. Then Monday morning comes around, and the person that walks into the lecture hall as a professor is the same stranger from the club. Tensions run high and Dalia tries her best to stay away from him because she doesn't want to get distracted by anyone or anything - there's also the fact that he's strictly off-limits - but when she becomes his TA, the lines of their professor/student relationship get blurred.

Daisy was lost in a sea of pain. Her only family Aunt Clara was murdered and drained of all her blood. She returned to the town for the funeral, only to find she was the real target. A Ghost whose only pleasure was killing the innocent and being feared as a God of death; a vampire ready to sacrifice everyone else to gain him a place on the council of the seven leaders; A weretiger is hiding in the shadows hunting for his mate… They all want her.

##This story will contain sexual situations, violence, death, dark topics, and Language. Viewer discretion is advised##

“Do you really think I am going to put my hand in that shitty—Ah!”
He caught me by the ear, hauling me onto my tiptoes and dragged me towards the bin.
“I said: Pick up the book.”
I felt his words like the tightening gripping around my ear, stretching and aching, that almost brought tears to my eyes.
Maybe it was the pain or the humiliation, or both, but my face was flaming red.
Having no way out, my brain impulsively obeyed. I slowly lowered myself on my knees, much against my disbelief, and picked up the book.
How does a man of God could be so diabolical, mercurial and ruthless?
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Six years ago, Father Gabriel Sullivan washed the blood off his hands and picked up the rosary. He traded the expensive suit to become the man of the cloth and never looked back.

He has never broken a vow of priesthood. Until Sienna Emerson stormed into his school and promised to bring hell with her if he didn’t bend the rules. And for the first time in six years, the devil within him has awakened. And with every fibre of his black heart, he wanted her. To kiss her. To take her. To ravish her.

***This novel includes a love story of a priest and lots of blasphemy, but it is not intended to offend or provoke.

Olivia Wilson's life like a fairy tale turned upside down in just one single night. A night that took her everything and gave her only a tag in return and the tag was "The Traitor's Daughter". A tag that she was determined to remove.

Olivia Wilson was living a perfect life till the age of 12. Her life was fulfilled with happiness and the people who used to increase her happiness more were The Alpha's Sons who are non-identical triplets. They promised to protect her and prayed to the Moon Goddess to make them her mates. Everything in her life seemed to go perfect until one day, her father Oliver Wilson was falsely accused by the Gamma, of killing the Luna and paralyzing the Alpha. Her life took an opposite turn, everyone who used to love her started hating her. The Triplets who promised to protect her turned into the ones she needs to be protected from. She started facing thousands of brutal torture and the Gamma who was involved in those dirty games made her life a living hell.

All those hurtful words and torture couldn't tame her, she was determined to prove her father's innocent but one thing that broke her completely was when her acceptance of the prayer she made in childhood turned into her worst nightmare. And what made it worse was they had other plans than rejecting her.

Note: This book is a collection of "The Traitor's Daughter" and "Nothing More than a Bully".

Saphira White has spent her life as an outcast, unloved, ignored, and falsely accused of a crime she didn’t commit. Abandoned by her mother and raised in the ruthless Silvermoon Pack, she’s treated as nothing more than a shadow. When her step-sister Ruby brands her a murderer, the pack delivers the cruellest punishment of all: exile to the Matchmaker, the most feared institution in supernatural history.

No one escapes the Matchmaker unscathed. The process is simple, each participant is paired with a supernatural being, often sealing their fate. Death is the most common outcome, and Saphira expects nothing less. But when the impossible happens, she is matched with a creature so legendary, and so powerful. Nikolas Arrax.

After an unexpected turn of events, Saphira finds herself among the Arrax pack and mates with Nikolas. With him, they navigate a world of corruption, deception, and destiny. As she walks this new path, familiar faces resurface, bringing secrets to light. Her heritage, once a mystery, begins to unravel, revealing a truth that may change everything.

Book 2 is now live: The Heir of Flame and Fang

In a world where gods are worshipped, feared, and quietly doubted, ancient legends still walk among mortals.

Xyra, a nimble thief surviving in the shadowy backstreets, believes her fate has finally turned when she steals a heavy purse from a solitary traveler. Little does she know, she has just pickpocketed Magnus Coleman, the most dangerous sorcerer in the land.

Magnus is not just a demon hunter; he is a man burdened with secrets and a heavy purpose, whispered about in hushed tones. He is on a quest for the long-lost Lazufeer talismans—artifacts older than kingdoms, said to hold the power to alter destiny itself and even challenge the gods.

Determined to follow him, Xyra is driven by greed but soon realizes that this journey is about more than just survival; it’s about the rewriting of fate. As they traverse cursed lands, ruined cities, and battlefields haunted by monsters and ancient sins, they find themselves pursued by cultists, warlords, and forces that defy comprehension.

In this chase, Xyra discovers that some treasures come at a cost far greater than gold. If the Lazufeer talismans are found, the world will not just change—it will be rewritten. And in the wrong hands, even the gods themselves may fall. As the line between myth and reality blurs, she must navigate the storm of destiny to carve out her own path in this battle for belief and survival.

Jess has a secret that she has been keeping from her family. She is an agent for the Department of the supernatural. She has been working for them since she was 16, but now aliens have landed, and Jess knew that they were coming, and she knows what they want. She has to get her family away from civilization and into the mountains where they will be safe. What Jess does not expect to find in the mountains is her boss Kieran, the man who broke her heart back when she first joined the department. Jess has to train her family how to fight while keeping her feeling under control as she prepares for war. She must work alongside her friends, family, Kieran and civilians to make sure that the aliens leave and that they will not or cannot come back.

PROLOGUE.

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My name is Ixora Rhodes, I'm 19.

Three years ago, my best friend's father was gruesomely murdered.

Evelyn-my best friend, was very sure of who the murderer was, and as the richest girl in the country, the cops were ready to arrest anyone she pointed at.

As Evelyn's best friend, I thoughtlessly supported her too, so when she pointed fingers at Warren as the murderer, i believed it and even testified against Warren in court.

Warren Creed was a brilliant medical student, and as an hated son in his family, no one stepped up for him.

Nailing him was easy, his alibi and evidence of innocence were rendered useless.

Warren was sent to jail, but three years later, I found out that Evelyn lied.

Evelyn actually asked Warren out, but he had turned her down bluntly, prompting her to angrily frame him for her father's murder.

Warren already spent three years in jail before the truth surfaced, but he was released immediately.

But then... he's not the same innocent Warren who got arrested anymore.

Jail changed him to a self-acclaimed god of his own purgatory, a hedonist who draws pleasure from playing wicked mind games.

Unluckily for me, Evelyn died in an accident same day he was released, leaving him with me as his only prey.

Just me-the girl who testified falsely against him.

Nothing would stop him from ruining my life, crushing my existence, and trampling on my soul under his feet.

He's out for blood...for revenge, but the lurking devil inside him suddenly wanted something more than that.

Something crueller, primal, and darker.

Something that'd make me cry blood, crawl, and beg shamelessly at his mercy.

What is it?

Find out in this bumpy ride

Each of his touches burns like a flame, causing her body to betray her sanity and crave more. Between the cold of the lab and the flames of passion, Aria finds herself in a vortex from which there is no escape. Her body is awakening, and he - is waiting for her to fall completely.
There are some longings that, once awakened, cannot be extinguished... He is no ordinary human - he possesses the blood of an ancient dragon race.
And she, is his destined mate.


Aria：I shifted in his lap, straddling him, my dress now bunched uselessly around my waist, the water lapping gently around us. I slid my hands over his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath my palms. Faster now. Wild.
He gasped softly when I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth—tentative at first, then deeper. His hands gripped my hips, not to push me away but to anchor me, as if he feared I might dissolve.

Lean：The second I saw her, every part of me screamed to move, to reach out, to grab her hand and never let go. Her scent hit me the second we brushed past each other—faint, but sharp enough to cut straight through me. My hands twitched with the urge to move—to sink into her hair, to hold her face and drink her in—but I forced them into fists at my sides. 
I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. Every ounce of control I had left went into holding myself back.

“What are you doing in my room, Kade?” I demand, my analytical brain frantically calculating his proximity as I back against the locked door. “Our agreement is purely transactional. A fake relationship for the media.”

He steps into my space, his tall frame cutting off the light, eyes dark with a reckless heat that doesn't match his usual icy control. He grabs my wrist gently, pinning it to the wood, his lips brushing my ear as his voice drops into a gravelly whisper.

“The cameras aren’t watching us right now, Doc,” he rasps, his chest pressing against mine. “So stop lying to me. And stop pretending your heart isn't beating just as fast as mine.”

She’s the elite clinical psychologist, sharp, guarded, and hired to dissect the minds of the world's most dangerous drivers. But she’s harboring a dark past and secrets that could ruin her career if the paddock ever finds out.

He’s the ruthless F1 champion, arrogant, emotionally locked down, and drowning in a family crisis he refuses to let the world see. He doesn't trust anyone, least of all the brilliant woman hired to evaluate him.

To survive a relentless corporate nightmare and a media circus, they agree to a dangerous game: a fake relationship.

They are supposed to be playing a part.
They are supposed to keep their distance.

But as a shadowy predator begins closing in on her perimeter, and a midnight rooftop kiss shatters their clinical boundaries, their twisted arrangement ignites something far more volatile than a racetrack with pure desire.

In a world where trust is a liability and secrets are weaponized, falling for her driver might be her most catastrophic miscalculation.

They call me The Fallen.
Not because I was pushed.
Because I jumped.

In this city, mercy is weakness and love is leverage. I learned that early. So I became something else. Something colder. Cleaner.

I leave a mark when I finish a job — a blackened halo split in half, one wing burned away.

Even angels fall.

The contract arrived in an obsidian envelope.

Three names.

Three rulers of the underworld.

The Obsidian Triarchy.

Malakai. Soren. Cassian.

Untouchable. Unbreakable. Unified.

The instructions were simple:
Eliminate all three. Make it public.

The payment was enough to disappear forever.

I’ve never turned down a contract.

So I did what I do best.

I got close.

They let me into their empire thinking I was a weapon they could use. Muscle. Strategy. Violence on demand.

Malakai watched me like he already knew my secrets.

Soren looked at me like he wanted to set them on fire.

Cassian studied me like I was a variable he hadn’t solved yet.

They were supposed to be monsters.

Cold. Heartless. Brutal.

They are.

But they’re also something worse.

Aligned.

And when three powerful men move as one, you don’t break them apart.

You get pulled in.

I was hired to destroy them.

Instead, I’m starting to wonder if I was meant to fall with them.

And if I do—

This city won’t survive what we become.

Detective Elena Cross has spent twelve years hunting killers.

She never expected one to start exposing the people hiding behind the law.

When a respected judge is found dead inside an abandoned courtroom, his hands stained red and a confession pinned to his chest, Elena is assigned to lead the investigation. The evidence reveals that the judge accepted bribes, buried violent crimes, and protected dangerous men.

Beside his body is a note addressed to Elena.

Then another corrupt official dies.

And another.

With every murder, the killer uncovers a network of police officers, lawyers, doctors, and judges who have spent years silencing victims and destroying evidence. His notes warn Elena about the people surrounding her, reveal secrets no outsider should know, and guide her toward crimes her own department is desperate to conceal.

When Elena follows one of his clues, she catches a powerful attorney falsifying documents. But the evidence vanishes, and the man walks free.

Hours later, he becomes the Confessor’s next victim.

I gave him to you alive. Your people gave him back to me.

Now Elena must choose who to trust: the officers who swore to uphold the law or the murderer who has never lied to her.

But when an innocent witness is killed using the Confessor’s methods, Elena realizes someone inside her department is copying his crimes.

To expose the truth, she may have to work with the killer she was sworn to arrest before the people closest to her silence them both.

Man, always lives in wrong ways and sins. No one in the world lives because he is perfect, or because he is sinless. Everything that moves on the earth has him his fault. Sometimes, you are not aware, that you have committed a sin that you must pay for in the world of the abyss. The sound of death’s music, is one of the reasons why my work increases. The word 'karma' is attached to my name. I am the maker of karma. It's up to the person, whether they learn their lesson or they repeat their mistakes. It is up to them to decide, what path they will choose, whether to go to heaven or to be one of my disciples.

I was kidnapped because I look like a mafia boss's dead wife. Now he wants me to become her.

My name is Flora Rossi. I was just a waitress, drowning in debt and dreams that died with my parents. Then he saw me—Rafael Valserro, the most powerful and dangerous man in the city. He took me because I have her face. The face of his late wife, Eva.

Now I’m a prisoner in a mansion, dressed in her clothes, my hair dyed black, forced to mimic her every move and memory. He calls me Eva. He looks at me with a grief-stricken obsession that terrifies and confuses me. To survive, I have to pretend to be the ghost of a woman I never knew.

But the more I play this role, the more the lines blur. His touch is a violation, yet his pain is real. The mansion holds secrets darker than my captivity, and the truth about why I look like her is more horrifying than I imagined.

This is my fight—not just for freedom, but for my very soul. I must make him see the woman standing in front of him, not the one he lost. Even if, in the process, I start to see the broken man behind the monster... and the dangerous attraction that could destroy us both.

A dark, emotional journey of one woman's fight to reclaim her identity, and the forbidden love that blooms in the shadow of a ghost.

Evangeline has spent her entire life believing she was human—until the night she awakens something dark and powerful within her. Hunted by unseen enemies and bound by an unbreakable blood bond to Lucian, a ruthless and possessive vampire prince, she is thrust into a hidden world of danger, desire, and ancient secrets.

As her dhampir abilities emerge, so do the enemies who would see her captured or destroyed. A powerful vampire named Valerian wants her for reasons unknown, and the bond between her and Lucian is growing stronger—pulling her deeper into a fate she never chose.

With her life hanging in the balance, Evangeline must uncover the truth about her past, control the power rising inside her, and decide if she can truly trust the man whose hunger for her is both her greatest protection… and her greatest threat.

In a world of blood and betrayal, love may be the most dangerous thing of all.

Kaelen Vane was a promising Warden until he discovered the truth: someone inside the Guild was sabotaging the seals that hold the gods prisoner. They buried his report and exiled him to a forgotten village, where he spends his days watching over Orin, a god so minor that no one remembers his name.

For three years, Kaelen has filed reports that no one reads. For three years, the cracks in Orin's seal have grown wider. For three years, he has pretended he does not see the gold light bleeding through, the mark of Warden magic, of Warden theft.

When a fugitive named Sera arrives with his buried report in her hand, Kaelen can no longer pretend. The Ascension Cabal is draining the gods to become deities themselves. The seals are failing faster than anyone knows. And the only key to exposing them is the stone in his pocket, a piece of a god's prison that will show the world the truth.

But the Cabal is watching. The Vigil of Chains is hunting. And Orin, the forgotten god, has made a choice: his death for the world's survival.

Kaelen has twelve years of silence to answer for. The clock is running out. And the gods are waking up.

Damien Kingston is ruthless, heartless and an egotistical asshole but no one was born evil, he was good once but a tragic event made him hate everything and everyone in the world even his wife Tamara who was forced to marry him because of her fathers greed but can she change the beast who was once an angel.


Tamara is a gentle loving soul who has been emotionally and physically abused by the very people who were meant to protect and love her. Beside being abused she still sees good in everyone and everything in the world, including the man she was forced to marry because she wanted to save her family's company from ruin.
Will Damien learn to trust Tamara who has always had problems trusting people because of what she had to go through with her family and will Tamara learn that the beast was once an angel.

The shadows were one of the big enemies of the of the human race and the night creatures, the clans of human and night creatures could have hatch a plan to defeat the shadows but they allowed fear get an hold of them.
Group of teenagers, saw themselves interested in saving the human race. But it was not just their decision, it was their faith,
James, Peter and Kate created a team, they had no idea their team was going to expand but they had faith that they were going to save the human race and stop the shadows.
They met with Kia who was an informant for the shadows, the shadows were scared to send only him so they sent Mary with him, the team grew found of Kia and Mary.
James knew something was off with them but they made him look bad to the team, soon he was kicked out of the group and few days after he left, Kia and Mary showed their true colors and left the rest of the team to die.
James made his way to the team after they fought to save their life, and they pretend like nothing happened but little did they know that the shadows was ahead of them,
They read James mind and they could sense the darkness in him then they used it against him, they put the faith of his friends in his hands,
It was either he save his friends from dying or he chose to save the world from been destroyed by the shadows?

One night. One mistake. Or was it fate?
Riley was shattered—betrayed by the two people she trusted most. In the heat of heartbreak, she found herself in the arms of a dangerous stranger, never expecting to see him again.
He was a ruthless mafia king who built his empire with blood, sweat, and bullets.
Years later, she’s raising not one, but nine daughters. She never told him. Until now.

All Beau Anderson wants is one night of passion. One night to forget what she had become.

Dominic Vasiliy, King of the Underworld. Ruthless, fearless, dominating, and arrogant. He never expected that one night of passion will change him forever.

He fell and he fell hard.

Mature Content 18+
Romance/Action

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