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A promise marked by destiny. A love that defies the rules.
David Donovan, a successful CEO trapped by the demands of his powerful family, finds the woman he’s been searching for his entire life: Sarai, a humble waitress with a flower-shaped birthmark he could never forget. She doesn’t remember him, but he knows—she’s the girl who once saved his life.
Defying his mother, his fiancée, and everything his last name stands for, David offers her a contract marriage: one year to fall in love… or walk away forever.
Caught in a web of secrets, schemes, and a family determined to tear her apart, Sarai must choose between guarding her heart or risking it all for a love that seems written by fate.

In a world where Lycans rule and werewolves bow,
Twenty one year-old Venessa Milan knows her place—
at the bottom.

Bullied, overlooked, and rejected by her fated mate in front of the entire pack, Venessa’s heartbreak becomes the latest joke at her expense. But her life shatters in a way no one expects when her twin sister—the intended bride of the Lycan Prince vanishes the night before her royal wedding.

And Venessa is forced to take her place.

Dragged to the Palace as a substitute bride, Venessa braces herself for humiliation… until she looks into the eyes of the Lycan Prince and feels the mate bond ignite for the second time.

He feels it too.
He just refuses to acknowledge it.

The prince is cold, ruthless, and hiding something darker than anyone knows. A curse rots him from the inside out—one that steals his strength, his sanity, and his sleep. He needs an heir to break it… and believes Venessa is nothing more than a convenient womb, a temporary solution.

But Venessa is not what he expected.
Witty. Warm. Brave.
And the one person whose touch eases his pain.

As enemies circle the palace—jealous lovers, hidden witches, traitorous guards and as the curse begins to spiral out of control, the prince finds himself drawn to the girl he tried so hard to ignore.

He wanted a bride he wouldn’t care about.
He got the mate destiny refused to give him the first time.

And Venessa, who swore she’d never love again, must decide whether to protect a Lycan who once treated her like a burden… or walk away and let the curse consume him.

Because loving him could save his life.
But it could destroy hers.

To save her kingdom, Princess Elara of Vareth is given to the Devil’s son. But her new husband, Azael, seems more human than monster, and far too familiar.

When she finds a garden filled with statues carved in her image, she realizes her fate didn’t begin the night she met him. It began centuries ago, when she was Seraphine, the first Bride of Flame.

Now trapped in a cycle of love, death, and rebirth, Elara must uncover the truth behind the pact that binds their souls. Each secret she unravels draws her closer to the truth, and to the fire that could either save or destroy them both.

In a realm built on promises and ash, love might be her greatest curse of all.

When Soraya Karter, the daughter of a legendary Hunter, is sent undercover to Fenrir Academy, her mission is simple: kill the cursed Lycan prince before his power destroys them all. But when her skin meets his, the impossible happens — she survives. Bound by a deadly secret and hunted by those who fear them both, Soraya and Daryl must uncover the truth behind his curse before it consumes them.
As bloodlines unravel and hearts betray duty, their forbidden bond may be the kingdom’s salvation — or its ruin.

On that snowy night, Vincent gave Alessandro the key, the address, and a copy of Ecclesiastes his father had left behind. He said, “You’re the most irrational thing I’ve done in over a decade.”
Alessandro accepted the book but immediately stuffed all the evidence of the Calvino family’s crimes into the trash can outside the laundromat.
On the night of the final crackdown—St. Valentine’s Day—the muzzle of a gun entered the room with the morning light. Alessandro thought he could finally shed the mask he’d worn for six years. But when he looked up, he met Vincent’s gaze. Those deep brown eyes showed neither surprise nor anger. They simply looked at him quietly, as if at an ending that had long been written.
"There is a time for everything," Vincent said softly. "But I hope our time together can last a little longer."
With that, he held out his hand. It wasn’t a gesture of surrender nor a farewell; it was an invitation for Alessandro to arrest him.
Only then did Alessandro realize that Vincent had known exactly who he was from the beginning.
Vincent hadn't tested Alessandro; he'd turned these six years into a willing imprisonment, with trust as shackles and silence as a prison cell. Alessandro was to capture Vincent with his own hands, only to spend the rest of his life regretting it.
Vincent had won the bet.
Alessandro raised the barrel of his gun and finally brought the man who had trapped him for six years into the center of his crosshairs.

“Look at me.” I growled against her skin.

Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze locked on mine in the mirror. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes dark and filled with that burning desire that mirrored mine.

Good.

I needed her to see me. I needed her to know exactly who was doing this to her.

Not Rhys. But Cassian Kaldrix.


After four years, Tessa Aldren returns home only to realize she was to be married off as her father’s dying wish. Determined to make the most of a rare opportunity, she planned to seduce her lifelong crush, but that plan spectacularly backfired—now, she’s become the obsession of Cassian Kaldrix, the most dangerous man in the city.

A renowned boxer and her brother’s best friend, Cassian Kaldrix always knew she was off-limits but when he is forced to become her only safe haven from a killer on the loose, he realizes the threat isn’t the danger outside but the passion burning within.

Faced with an impossible choice, will they battle the forbidden attraction that could ruin them or surrender to the dangerous desires that promise to consume them whole?

At 2:47 AM, half-asleep, I made the biggest mistake of my life—I posted my forty-seventh secret love letter to the anonymous school forum instead of deleting it.
Even crazier? Star pitcher Caleb Sullivan found me in the cafeteria the next day, got down on one knee in front of everyone, and asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought I was living in a dream.
Until Mom told me she was getting married.
When her fiancé walked in with his son, I saw Caleb standing in our doorway—face white as a sheet, eyes wild with panic.
First love. Boyfriend. Stepbrother.
He said Mom and I were gold diggers scheming our way into his family. By Monday, he had his arm around the cheer captain, destroying my reputation in front of the entire school and turning me into the biggest joke at Seacliff High.
Just when I thought I'd drown, Zane Knight—the transfer everyone whispered about—found me in the abandoned art room.
He crouched down, those black eyes cutting right through me: "Crying won't change a damn thing, Daphne Pierce."
Brutal, guarded, but the only person who'd looked at me like I was still human.
As he walked away, something buried deep in my memory suddenly surfaced—that voice, the angle of his jaw...
Had we met before?

He was dragged onto a debate stage as a replacement.

He could barely order lunch without apologizing to the cashier.

Then he took one wrong sip from the bottle in his bag, stood up in front of six hundred people, and made the national champion forget how to answer.

My wedding day was twenty-four hours away. Then, I hacked into my fiancé's messages.
"The father first. Then the bride."
With my life on the line, I made a deal with the devil they call the Ghost—the lethal outcast my own family betrayed.
"Marry me," I offered, "and the Corleone empire is yours."
I walked down the aisle in black. He stood waiting, a promise of vengeance in his eyes. When the bullets flew, he slid a ring onto my finger—still warm from the gun. "Our contract begins now, Isabella. Let's show them what happens when you cross us."
This marriage was supposed to be a lie. But as blood mixes with vows, I'm left wondering… did I just sign a deal for salvation, or a one-way ticket to hell?

At the red carpet event, Maddie, my partner of three years, in an attempt to curry favor with a popular male star, publicly humiliated me, trampling on my foot and yelling, "Ethan, you're just a backstage errand boy

. Don't interfere with Ryan's shots. Go back to carrying materials." The whole room burst into laughter; everyone thought I was a lowly sycophant forced to swallow my humiliation.

But I didn't get angry. I calmly took out my tablet, cut off all her studio's basic permissions with a single click, and immediately sent the irrefutable evidence of her breach of contract to the brand's legal department.

Three minutes later, she was completely stripped of her control and faced a multi-million dollar claim for breach of contract.

At first, she thought I was just acting out of spite, that a little charity would win me back. It wasn't until the day her assets were forcibly liquidated and she was completely blacklisted from the industry that she desperately realized: for the past three years, she had only been able to sit at the table because of my charity.

Later, shamelessly, she crawled through garbage cans, barefoot, to the airport, knelt before my bulletproof Maybach, and begged me to come back.

As for me, I simply walked onto the private jet surrounded by executives from top European conglomerates.

My father died owing the Callahan family a blood debt. His payment? Me and my sister—married off to their sons.

I woke up reborn on the night they buried him.

Standing in that funeral chamber, watching the lawyer crack open the sealed will, I discovered I could suddenly hear thoughts. My sister Vivienne's voice ripped through my head: Not marrying that butcher. No way in hell.

She lunged forward and grabbed Adrian—the refined bastard son who looked like a lawyer instead of a mobster. The same "perfect gentleman" I married in my past life.

Which left me with Dominic Callahan. The scarred heir. The Executioner.

Last time around, Vivienne married Dominic and got beaten down for years. I married Adrian and lived like a queen.

I almost laughed out loud.

Because she has no idea—this time, she's the one who grabbed the monster.

I'm Riley. Orphan. Motorcycle mechanic. And the biggest fool in Texas.

For ten years, I thought oil tycoon Colt loved me. His adopted daughter by day, his woman by night. I actually believed his whispered promises in the dark.

Then I watched him announce his engagement to someone else.

"Your father saved my life. You're my responsibility," he said when I confronted him. Like I was some charity case. Like everything between us meant nothing.

I was never his girlfriend. I was his guilt.

But here's the thing—I never asked to be anyone's debt.

So I'm packing my tools, starting my bike, and getting the hell out of here.

"Please—I can't—not like this—"
The Abyss was chaos. A masked stranger pressed against me from behind. The lace corset and thong weren't protection—they were an invitation.
His hand slid under my skirt, palm scorching against bare skin. The music was so loud no one could hear me.
Everything spiraled too fast.
The crowd shoved forward. I stumbled back—
Something thick and burning pushed inside me.
I went rigid.
My first time. In the middle of a crowd. With a man I couldn't see.
The mask covered his face. I didn't know his name. Didn't know what he looked like.
I didn't know if this was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
But I couldn't make myself pull away.

My ribs are the hottest thing in town—there’s always a line out the door—but they’ve got no idea the secret that makes them so damn good is…

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

When her father was wrongfully jailed, Ella’s fiancé Noah betrayed her for her best friend Cassandra, sending her to the disabled tycoon Sebastian to atone for a fake crime. For five years, she suffered abuse, three miscarriages and public humiliation, until she uncovered their cruel conspiracy: Cassandra stole her kindness, and everyone she trusted framed her family.
Ella faked her death to escape the endless abyss. As all betrayers perished, the guilt-ridden Sebastian traveled far and wide to seek his long-overdue redemption.

I was born a silver-eyed oracle, reduced to my father’s blood-money machine for twelve years. On my eighteenth birthday, my family tore out my eyes and sacrificed me to the abyss for wealth and life. Reborn to the day of my doom, I weave a deadly trap for my greedy father and jealous sister. But the boy next door hiding godlike power has waited twelve years, bearing every ounce of my agony. Now the corrupted archbishop and the abyss lord who hunted me for my eyes have awakened their end. With my all-seeing silver eyes and his thunder judgment, I will burn every betrayer, crush every dark hunter, and turn my twelve years of hell into their eternal grave.

I used to be a national gold medalist in ballet.
Now I’m the 210-pound laughingstock the whole school gawks at.
I starve myself till I pass out, train so hard my knees bleed, and still the weight keeps piling on like it’s got a personal grudge.
Till the day I hear my best friend cackling in the equipment room, voice shaking with laughter:
“No matter how hard she tries, her weight will always be three-quarters of Bruce’s!”
Bruce is the 280-pound deadbeat loser who sleeps through half his classes. And me? I’m stuck to him, tied by some sick system I can’t break.
She stole my Juilliard audition direct pass. Paid guys to shove me, call me names, film me tripping over my own feet and post the clips all over TikTok.
She watches me flounder like a beached whale in the mud, barely holding back her snickers.
But she forgot one thing: mountains don’t run from streams.
They wait for the water to crash into them. And shatter into a million pieces.
Guess what? The bet’s on.

This was the ninety-ninth time Shen Yunxiao had disappeared during my heat period.
This time, as always, I found traces of him through my sister Shu Lan's Moments.
[Heat season is here again~ Luckily, someone's been guarding me nonstop for seven days straight.]
The accompanying photo showed Shen Yunxiao kneeling on one knee, his head bowed, kissing the top of her foot in profile.
Unlike the past, I didn't yell or cause a scene. I just liked the post.
I'm a succubus. Since birth, I've been bound to Shen Yunxiao.
So, my succubus heat periods could only be resolved through him.
But he never gave me a second glance, never cared about any of my needs.
Even during my most severe heats, he'd still sit there in his suit, watching me curl up on the floor, trembling.
He knew that a bound succubus could only be loyal to one person.
I used to think he was naturally disdainful of succubi. But when I saw the tenderness in his eyes as he helped my sister Shu Lan through her heat...
That's when I knew. He wasn't disdainful of succubi. He was disdainful of me.
Convinced I couldn't leave him, he brazenly went on every date with Shu Lan.
But he didn't know that surviving one hundred heat periods on my own was the deadline I'd set for myself.
He also didn't know that by binding myself to a top-tier succubus, I could sever my connection to him, a mere human.
So, this was the last chance I was giving Shen Yunxiao.

My roommate provoked a demon, dragging me into a deadly hunt. Eerie mirror visions and ominous warnings kept coming. Just as I was on the verge of breaking, I discovered my roommate was hiding a shocking secret—and my being hunted was never an accident.

The werewolf world has one brutal rule: whoever can first produce a powerful Alpha heir gets to claim the throne and become the new Alpha King.

My sister Bella and I are daughters of the Red Moon Pack Alpha, born with the rare ability to bear Alpha-level offspring. This made countless Packs fight tooth and nail to claim us.

In my past life, I was fooled by Rex's handsome appearance—the Steel Fang heir. I married him and successfully bore him an Alpha bloodline pup, helping him ascend to the throne.

But fate played a deadly joke on me. Bella, consumed by jealousy after her own marriage failed, pushed me off a cliff during my postpartum weakness and took everything that was mine.

Now I've opened my eyes again, back at the mate selection ceremony. What shocked me was that Bella had also been reborn, and she'd already seduced Rex before I could.

But that's fine. My naive sister has no idea what kind of devil she's chosen.

Preston Ashford and I made a promise to get into UCLA together.

I held onto that promise through all of senior year, surviving on four hours of sleep a night. Then results day came, and I found out someone had logged into my application and changed it.

I only ever gave Preston my password.

I storm over to confront him and catch Vanessa Ashby, the daughter of an old family friend, the one everyone tiptoed around because of her depression, laughing. "Preston, what do you think Elise looked like when she found out?"

Preston lets out a lazy laugh. "She'll freak out, obviously. Girl's wound so tight, might as well get some use out of her."

Vanessa has depression, and I'm the one who's supposed to make her laugh.

I'm the one who ate dirt at track meets. I'm the one who got laughed at for singing off-key. I'm the one everyone pointed and laughed at. And every time she doubled over laughing, Preston told me I was a good girl.

I turned myself into a joke, just to get a little scrap of kindness thrown my way.

But not this time. I'm done playing the clown.

My husband, Alessandro Vidi, is the most powerful mob boss in Chicago.

He once swore to me that he would protect our son Leo and me with his life.

Until that soccer game. His enemies attacked the field. To shield Leo, I took a bullet through my abdomen. But Leo still got hit three times and fell in a pool of blood.

Alessandro arrived, took down the attackers on the spot, and rushed us to his private hospital.

In the hospital room, the searing pain jolted me awake briefly. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I heard his conversation with his men.

"Boss, I thought we were only taking one kidney. Why did Leo have to—"

"Elena's wound isn't fatal. Just the abdomen." Alessandro's voice was ice-cold. "I've been raising Leo for seven years just for this. Now that Luca has his kidney, keeping him around would only be a problem for Luca."

"After all... Luca is my real son."

That moment, I understood—the shooting at the soccer field was never an enemy's revenge. It was murder he orchestrated himself. He traded my son's life for his mistress's child's life.

But he will never know—

Luca isn't even his flesh and blood.

They say the dead go where they belong.

But I didn't.

I drift through the cold winds, watching my husband—the detective who once swore to protect me with his life—diligently investigating a dismemberment case.

He doesn't know that the broken body lying in the morgue is his wife.

He doesn't know that the gentle, caring "psychologist" who brings him lunch every day is the one who killed me.

He doesn't know that when I called him in my final moments, begging for help, he hung up on me. I am dead. Yet, that is not the cruelest part— the most harrowing aspect is having to witness the truth gradually emerge, watching as that man collapses completely upon uncovering it all.

I died in New York on a cold November night, a piece of guardrail through my chest.

Choking on blood, I dialed my ex-fiancé Damien's number.

In the background, jazz played at the Waldorf Astoria. People cheered for Aria—the girl my parents raised in my place.

"Thea, are you SERIOUS right now?" Damien's voice dripped with disgust. "Faking your own death to ruin Aria's engagement? Jesus, Thea. Even for you, that's low."

My mother Diana grabbed the phone. Her voice was ice. "If you don't show up tonight, don't ever come back to the Sinclair house. Better yet—don't bother."

Then she hung up.

They didn't know this time I was really dying.

My life had been a nightmare until one accident changed everything.
One moment, I was the girl Ethan Blake rejected without a second glance.
The next, I woke up inside his body.
Ethan Blake.
Captain of the hockey team. King of the campus. The same guy who told me to stop wasting everyone's time and just die.
Now I wore his face, carried his name, and lived his life.
And I remembered every cruel thing he had done to me.
So I started returning the favor.
I smiled in front of his friends while tearing apart his perfect reputation piece by piece. I turned his world upside down while everyone still believed I was him.
But Ethan wasn't gone.
And he wasn't willing to stay silent.
The more I took from him, the more desperate he became to reclaim his body.
Even if it meant coming back to me—
On his knees.
Begging.

My fiancée and best friend, whom I risked my life to protect, sold me to the brutal "Blood Blade Gang . "
They laughed as they watched me being kicked into a pool of radioactive waste like a dog, waiting for me to turn into a pile of bones.
But they didn't know that the deadly radiation not only failed to melt me, but also forcibly ruptured my genetic lock, awakening the [Nuclear Fury].
I rode back to the old camp in her heavily armored vehicle.
Those two scoundrels were still arrogantly bullying me: "I have the Blood Blade Gang backing me! The big shots are coming soon, you're dead!"
I sneered and slapped them away.
Idiots, look back! Your so-called powerful backer is kneeling in the vehicle, lighting my cigarette.

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

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

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

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

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

“A powerful opener to a series [that] will produce a combination of feisty protagonists and challenging circumstances to thoroughly involve not just young adults, but adult fantasy fans who seek epic stories fueled by powerful friendships and adversaries.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) (re A Throne for Sisters)“Morgan Rice's imagination is limitless!”--Books and Movie Reviews (re A Throne for Sisters)From #1 Bestselling fantasy author Morgan Rice comes a new series for middle grade readers—and adults, too! Fans of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson—look no further!THE MAGIC FACTORY: OLIVER BLUE AND THE SCHOOL FOR SEERS (BOOK ONE) tells the story of 11 year old Oliver Blue, a boy unloved by his hateful family. Oliver knows he is different, and senses that he holds powers that others do not. Obsessed with inventions, Oliver is determined to escape his horrible life and make his mark on the world.When Oliver is moved to yet another awful house he is put into in a new sixth grade, one even more terrifying than the last. He is bullied and excluded, and sees no way out. But when he stumbles across an abandoned invention factory, he wonders if his dreams might be about to come true.Who is the mysterious old inventor hiding in the factory? What is his secret invention?And will Oliver end up transported back in time, to 1944, to a magical school for kids with powers to rival his own?An uplifting fantasy, THE MAGIC FACTORY is book #1 in a riveting new series filled with magic, love, humor, heartbreak, tragedy, destiny, and a series of shocking twists. It will make you fall in love with Oliver Blue, and keep you turning pages late into the night.Book #2 in the series (THE ORB OF KANDRA) and Book #3 (THE OBSIDIANS) are now also available! “The beginnings of something remarkable are there.” --San Francisco Book Review (re A Quest of Heroes)

The day manager Gregg shoved me into the freight elevator shaft, the nuclear winter outside had only just begun. As he slammed the gate shut, he said, "No one will find you dead down there; the insurance payout is enough to cover the shortfall." I died in the darkness at thirty degrees below zero. Then, I woke up. I was back on the afternoon he threw the contract in my face. This time, I didn't sign. I shoved the contract into the paper shredder, snatched the brass key ring from Supervisor Miller, locked every exit of the warehouse, and re-routed the entire building's heating system into my own command bunker. As Gregg licked ice off the frozen floor on the security monitor, I was sitting in the guard room, heating up a can of pork. Outside, the first snowflake fell. And this time, the ones who would be freezing to death were them.

Charlotte Hayes never dreamed of becoming Mrs. Hawthorne.
After a life-changing night left her pregnant, Ethan Hawthorne was forced to marry her to take responsibility for their unborn child and protect the Hawthorne family's reputation. But the marriage Charlotte believed would be the beginning of a happy family became the beginning of her nightmare.
Inside the Hawthorne Mansion, she was treated not as a wife, but as a servant. Every day, she was humiliated, overworked, and starved by the Hawthorne family. To make matters worse, her former best friend, Vanessa Caldwell—the woman the Hawthorne family had always wanted Ethan to marry—slowly took her place and stole her husband's heart.
When Charlotte uncovered the secrets of the Shadow Circle, a powerful organization controlling the country's biggest corporations, she became a threat they couldn't afford to leave alive. Before she could expose the truth, she was murdered in a staged accident.
But death was not the end.
Charlotte opened her eyes in the body of Olivia Whitmore, the sole heiress of Whitmore Enterprises, who had also died under mysterious circumstances on the very same night.
This time, she won't return to fight for love. She'll return to uncover the truth, destroy the people who ruined her life, and seek justice for both herself and Olivia.
But what happens when the man who once abandoned her falls in love with her all over again... without realizing that the woman he's desperately trying to win back is the very wife he once failed to protect?
When Ethan finally learns the truth, will regret be enough to win Charlotte back... or has he already lost her forever?

In the year 3000, magic and technology flourish side by side.
Wielders of magic are no longer myth… They’re real and revered.
“Joel,” a humble wizard living a quiet life,
accidentally spends his last coin on gemstones,
leaving him broke and desperate!
To make ends meet, he becomes a livestreamer,
broadcasting his mysterious magical lifestyle
just to get through each day.
But then…
His streams catch the attention of “Jaden,”
the heir to a gemstone empire and an art collector obsessed with a centuries-old painting of a ginger-haired, opal-eyed wizard—
a figure he’s searched for his whole life.
Until finally… he finds Joel online.
Is it fate, or something more, that draws them together?
Can Joel unlock the mysteries of Jaden’s past?
A timeless love story infused with magic and technology will change both of their lives forever…

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

The apocalypse is not a natural disaster, but a man-made one.

When the T-virus swept through London like a curse, and when my former love and brothers tore off their disguises at the last moment, I realized that the most terrifying thing in this world has never been zombies, but the human heart.

They thought they had tricked me, that abandoning me would get them a ticket to the safe house.

They don't know that I was reborn.

In my past life, my kindness became a weapon in the hands of demons; in this life, I will make the betrayers send themselves to hell.

I spent three years chasing the most popular guy on campus, only to be humiliated in front of the entire school.
My foster family treats me like a live-in maid. My biological father wants to drag me back into the gutter. And the loan sharks have made it clear that in three days, I'll be the one paying for my father's debt.
Everyone is waiting to see me fall apart.
What no one knows is that I already dreamed of the worst future waiting for me.

In my past life, I threw myself in front of the black panther alpha when his rut drove him into a frenzy—only to have him toss me into a pack of beasts and watch me get torn to pieces.
After being reborn, the first thing I did was rip off the royal crest pinned to my chest and swallow a suppressant, cutting off his control over me for good.
Everyone waited for me to come crawling back and beg for peace.
Instead, I turned and walked straight into the frozen Northlands, where the death rate was eighty percent.
There, through a severed arm, a ruined face, and the thin line between life and death, I awakened as the Platinum Lion King.
He dropped to his knees in the snow, crying and begging for forgiveness.
I only had one question for him: "What makes you think you're anything to me?"

"Who are you?" I came awake with a jerk, disoriented and aching all over.
A heavy male body lay beside me---we were both naked except for the sheet covering our bodies.

Embarrassment stained my skin bright red. I searched my memories of the night before, trying to figure out how I had gotten here while attempting to wrap the sheet around my body. I stopped when I realized I'd leave my bed partner totally nude.

My skin felt too hot and too tight as I tried to work out how to get myself out of the situation.
I wasn't used to being around naked men even if I was a werewolf. We cared about propriety no matter what humans thought!

I remembered myself saying over and over, "I'm your mate!"

I eased myself off the bed to look for clothes. I tried to be as quiet as I could so I didn't wake up the stranger.

I didn't take the sheet to spare his decency, instead sacrificing my own modesty: I'd rather be caught naked than have to face a naked man I'd evidently seduced with all the subtlety of a bitch in heat!

His scent was all over me, all over everything really. Rich and masculine, every time I breathed I felt as if I was being surrounded by the forest with hints of wood and a warm spice I couldn't name. I wanted to crawl back into bed beside him and never leave.

My wolf, Rayne, grumbled in my head, "We shouldn't leave! He is our mate!"

“I don’t belong to anyone!” I hissed at him.

I would never admit that I’m at his mercy, that my body begs to be touched by him.

“I can prove to you that you are mine!” A devilish smirk is plastered all over his face, his eyes are flashing lust and raw desire.

“I would like to see you try!”

I forget how to breathe the moment he crashes his lips against mine. He tastes like heaven, a sweet intoxicating flavor that seduces my senses and puts me under a magic spell. His tongue explores the depths of my mouth, sweeping me off my feet.

And then his hands reach my inner thighs, stroking over my soaking panties…


Allaya never thought her lovely boyfriend would cheat on her with her step-sister, moreover that she would catch them in the act.

Betrayal pushed her to the edge, then Hayden and Landon showed up and turned her life upside down.

Who will she choose? And how will she cope with her true nature?

"Hey, Sasha, stay away from her! Don't you know? She is cursed!"
“Don’t you know to stay away from children? God knows what kind of evil you possess,”
"Don’t forget you are the cursed one."
The whispers started again, and I walked towards the forest with my strained smile.

These were the same whispers, the same words that I have been listening to since I grew up.
I don't know if people will ever treat me normally and not as an outcast or if I will always remain a monster in their eyes.

My name is Valerie Katya. I am the daughter of the beta of the pack.
Usually, any girl of my rank would've enjoyed all the luxuries, but things were different for me.
I was different from others, or should I say, they described me differently from themselves.

According to folks, I am cursed.

So the beta's daughter, who was supposed to live her life training and serving the pack, was now the biggest outcast. Though my sister enjoys all those benefits of being a beta's daughter. Everyone has high hopes for her, including me.

Beatrice is nothing like me. She is smart and beautiful. If she were born a human, I am sure she would've broken many hearts with her otherworldly appearance. She is like the dream girl of most boys here.
It’s funny how we belong to the same family and bloodline but have different destinies.

On my 18th birthday, I found my mate, but he rejected me and slept with our sister.

Ambrose Kendrick came into my life when I was disappointed in everything. He is the strongest wolf in the world leading the strongest and biggest pack in the world. According to rumors, He is lethal, scary, heartless and void of any emotions.

After struggling with infertility for years and being betrayed by her lover, Ella finally decides to have a baby on her own.

However everything goes wrong when she gets inseminated with the sperm of intimidating billionaire Dominic Sinclair.

All of a sudden her life is turned upside down when the mix up comes to light -- especially because Sinclair isn't just any billionaire, he's also a werewolf campaigning to be Alpha King!

He's not going to let just anyone have his pup, can Ella convince him to let her stay in her child's life?
And why is he always looking at her like she's his next meal?!

He couldn't be interested in a human, could he?

I am a normal human. When I realized that my werewolf boyfriend lied to me about being my fated mate, I got drunk and had a ONS with my hot new neighbor. It was the best sex ever, but I ran away the next morning because he is also a werewolf, which means he will also meet his REAL fated mate one day.
Unexpectedly, I saw my new neighbor on TV, and he was actually a famous hockey star who publicly announced that he will only admit to an official relationship with his fated mate...
Host: “Many of your fans want to know if you are still single...”
Him: “No, I am not.”
Him: “I’m about to start a relationship with my new neighbor...”

I feel the gentle scrape of his teeth against my nipples, first one, then the other. He takes one into his mouth, sucking it in, his tongue dancing over my sensitive skin while his teeth graze gently. My hand instinctively reaches up to grip his hair, pulling him closer as I guide his mouth harder against my breasts, the sensation overwhelming and too delicious to resist.

His hand slides up under my shirt, his fingers splaying across my warm skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With a slow, careful roll of his hips, he presses himself against me, igniting a fierce, pulsing heat that spreads through my entire body. 

Suddenly, I could feel his dick jerk to attention beneath my undulating hips, and he places his hands on either side of my head as he began to groan loudly. 


After moving to a small town, she feels an irresistible pull towards an ancient castle perched on a hill. Unbeknownst to her, this castle is home to the Alpha Prince of a hidden werewolf pack. Each night, she experiences intense dreams about the prince that make it hard to tell what’s real and what’s just in her head. What she didn't know was that they had actually met when Alpha was 7 years old, and she was taken away from him and never heard from again. Although he had great power and noble status, he never stopped missing her. Many years later, they finally met again. As their lives intertwine, the chemistry between them intensifies, leading her to wonder if their bond is destiny or something far more perilous. Caught between her dreams and reality, she must confront her deepening feeldeepthe Alpha while uncovering secrets that could alter everything she knows.

A groan vibrates low in my throat as our tongues meet, but I abruptly cease kissing her, and I immediately flip her over onto her hands and knees before I thrust deep inside her again, wasting absolutely no time.

Her gasp of surprise is fast followed by her moans as I hold her hips, driving her back and forth on my dick.

I run my hand down her spine, “Lean down. Put your chest on the bed.” She whimpers as she does what she was told as though she’s driving higher and higher toward that peak with my thrusts. I move one hand to the back of her neck. “Fuck! You’re so wet. So tight. You like this, don’t you? You like my cock.”

She moans at my words, and when I use my free hand to smack her ass several times, she yelps aloud. Still, she pushes back against me, making my cock impale her almost to the brim.

🐺 🐺 🐺

I have just one job.
Break the foul curse that stops me from finding my fated mate.
Find the evil witch. Kill her.
Don’t get involved with anyone in between.

Problem number one?
I had just had a one-night stand with Alicent. And instantly, my cold heart strangely craved to soak in her warmth.
But that’s okay. I will never meet Alicent again.

Problem number two?
I met her again.
She was utterly desperate with her little son, seeking a place to shelter out of nowhere in my packhouse—totally oblivious that I was actually a werewolf.
I knew her son. I helped him when he was accidentally turned into a werewolf, which she’s also unaware of.

Problem number three?
I accidentally called Alicent ‘Mine’!

“You chose them over me. She became your focus because of the pup she was carrying! You ruined me! You broke me! Promises shattered!” Edeline yelled.

“I had to protect my pup. There were wolves out to hurt him, and you were one of them! I didn’t want to leave you, but you were a threat to my pup!” He snarled. “But I don’t care what kind of wolf you are... you’re my mate! I won’t lose you too!”

“You already lost me, Percival... When you picked that blonde bitch and her pup over me, your mate. You had a chance to fix things and didn’t take it. No more chances. I’m leaving.”

Edeline’s world shatters when her mate, Percival, returns with a child from another woman. As secrets unfold and betrayal strikes, she fights to reclaim her future. Percival struggles with his new reality, testing their bond. Full of twists, emotions, and unexpected humor, this story will take you on a rollercoaster of love, mystery, and redemption, ending with a satisfying resolution. Dive in—you won’t regret it!

WARNING: EROTIC!!!

Anastasia used to be her Father's favorite, until the day of her wedding to Alpha Damian of Wolf Blood Pack. The man she once called her mate, rejected her before the people by shaming her as well as her father, and revealing her dirty secret of being a nymphomaniac. Before the people, Damian chose Anastasia's step sister, Cassandra, as his future Luna, shattering poor Anna's heart. Out of shame, her father disowns and kicks her out of his home, not minding what happens to his daughter. Hurt, she seeks to make Damian listen to her cries and innocence, because she was never like this. She just woke up one fateful morning and realized her deepest desire to be touched. She had no answer to this sudden change in her, until she went to see Damian and overheard him, Cassandra, and her stepmother, talking about their involvement in making Anna the freak she is. Heartbroken, Anna cries and runs off to tell her father what she heard, only to be chased by Damian's guards, who were sent by Damian, who picked her scent. When she thought this was the end, a handsome man saves her from being caught, scaring the guards with just a look. Anna thought she was saved, not until she realized that her savior was the dangerous Alpha Diego, who is also a secret Mafia Lord in the underworld. She fears for her life but loses her senses at his feet when her condition kicks in. All she could do was drool over his body, picturing Diego making love to her on the hard ground. Unable to fight this disease, Anastasia did what no one would dare to do.

Tempt the Alpha Lord.

"On my knees, your highness…"Luciano groaned when he heard my words.I bite my lips seductively,I could see the lust and need in his eyes.

"Damn it! Spoiled brat!"He cursed under his breath and grabbed my hair roughly but carefully,then slid it in my mouth…


Hazel had everything a woman would ever wish for, a loving and caring husband, a happy home and all the power in the palm of her hands.

However, her heavenly life becomes a nightmare when her husband finds his fated mate.Betrayed and broken,Hazel tries to get free from the chains of fate but Hazel finds it hard because of the ties that binds her to her husband.

As though Hazel's husband finding his fated mate was not enough punishment from the goddess, her pack was attacked and she was taken by the heartless Lycan prince as his captive.

Luciano, the Lycan prince who held onto his kingdom's rules tightly covets Hazel's beauty and he can't help the fire igniting within him.

What happens when the secret from the past unfolds that threatens both Hazel's and the prince's lives? Will their love be strong enough to hold them together or will they be consumed by anger, betrayal and pain?