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Desiree the human girl clocks eighteen and finds out that she is extra-ordinary--an Elven princess. A secret her parents had been hiding from her.
She endures being bullied in school because of her smallish and calm nature. She is yet to discover herself and embrace her true powers, when she stumbles upon her new mates, Triplet Alphas who are half human half angel, ghost and incubus.
They chase after her and make her the envy of the whole school.
She tries to avoid them but finally accepts them in the end and they help her to harness her power in the fullest means.....

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?

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, in that deadly barrier, I carved out half my progenitor heart and dragged Theron back from death's door. The wound on my back has never healed.
I thought it was a soul blood pact—bound in life and death. Then Samaela appeared, that fragile human with barely a century to live, and it all became a joke.
He believed her lies. Swallowed every word about how I'd murdered her parents in cold blood.
For that pathetic creature who couldn't even bear sunlight, my carefully groomed blood vassal sawed off my pureblooded wings, ripped out my progenitor fangs with his bare hands, and threw me into the Silver Cathedral.
Three years. Nailed to a cross with pure silver chains, I endured concentrated UV rays and holy water burning through me day and night.
Everyone waited for me to go mad, to beg, or turn to ash. I didn't.
Listening to their wedding bells toll outside, I simply watched—in the silence of my flesh charring and regenerating—as the silver light on my chains fractured inch by inch.
Then I tore out the silver spikes embedded in my rotting flesh, dragged my bleeding wreck of a body forward, and kicked open the doors to the Crimson Blood Moon Gala's hall.
Theron had forgotten one forbidden clause in the blood pact: The oathbreaker's life belongs not to the gods, but to 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.

They all thought I was just a rogue soldier who had crawled back from the border, covered in gunpowder and looking for revenge for my family's old debts.
Everyone was guessing which building I would blow up next. Julian, as I expected, panicked.
He recalled all his elite personnel to the Vientiane Building, activated top-level security, practically turning the entire office building into an impenetrable fortress, and sealed off assets globally to prevent my "illegal theft."
But he made a mistake.
When he personally pressed the reset lock, attempting to regain control of the system through manual verification, he didn't hear the prompt of command execution, but rather the hydraulic hum emanating from the building's load-bearing walls—it was the "self-destruct program" he had personally signed, running as scheduled under the guise of my privileges.

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.

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.

When my roommate Sutton woke up from a wet dream, she was literally glowing. She claimed it was the most mind-blowing romantic experience of her life—the man’s silhouette, his scent, his body heat felt impossibly real.
Even crazier? When she checked her phone, there was a strange new number saved in her contacts. It belonged to the man from her dream.
While the rest of us shrieked about destiny, our moody roommate Jessamine just stared at the screen and dropped a chilling warning: "Things that come looking for you in dreams should stay buried."
We all wrote her off as a jealous freak.
That is, until I started noticing Sutton’s face growing more haggard by the day—and the fact that her "perfect boyfriend" refused to speak a single word to her.

Sophia and I fought over who would wear that emerald ring to change our fate.
In my first life, I claimed the emerald ring, thinking I would become a billionaire heiress.
That was until late at night, when I accidentally opened that underground iron door and he strangled me to death with a piano wire: "Your pathetic wailing isn't her at all."
Given a second chance, I backed away and let Sophia take it.
A few days later, she died in the ice cellar with her tongue severed. Right before she died, she let out a blood-curdling whimper: "A true devil is hiding behind that door!"
Waking up for the third time, we trembled in sheer terror as the ring was offered to us once again.
Just who exactly is the daughter he is looking for?

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?

My neighbor Beck Morrow was the best high school point guard this state had seen in years.
The night before the state championship—three college scouts in the stands—he decided to stay home with his girlfriend instead. She wasn't feeling well.
I called his coach.
He played. He got the scholarship. He built a company worth eight figures before he turned thirty, and I spent five years writing every algorithm that company ran on.
He repaid me by throwing a ball at my head during a training session. Then his lawyers sent a letter explaining that I had no legal claim to any intellectual property developed under my employment contract, effective immediately, and that my position was being terminated.
Then I woke up. It was the first week of senior year again.

"That's how you treat a bitch." Salvatore laughed.
In the hallway, I sat on the floor, looking up at my best friend Franco who betrayed me to impress the mob boss's son. On my first day of school, he pretended to confess his feelings, then pushed me down and poured ice water all over me before I could even respond.
"She actually thought Franco would date someone like her."
"Bullying turned her panties wet."
"I bet she loves riding dicks."
The students' laughter and mockery cut deep as I sat humiliated. I ran out of school with tears streaming down my face.
After Beatrice sobs out her story to her mother, her mother drove Beatrice to her new stepbrother's house, where she met her four handsome stepbrothers.
What changes await Beatrice's life? Why did her mother warn her to keep her distance from her stepbrothers?

Grim Reapers. Saving Lives. Lessons in love.

For some, it’s a fictitious world, but for Debra’s friend and assistant, it will become his life.

Jonathan knew about the real world and death, he even thought it exciting. Until he became the next recipient.

Ushering souls into the afterlife was something he thought to be exciting… until he was drafted.

Now, he’s discovering just how difficult it is to be Death. While still grieving the train-wreck that is his love life, he’s contending with an ex-boyfriend who’s stalking him, work pressures, and finally meeting a perfect man who falls under a spell Jonathan has no control over.

Great. Yet another casualty in Jonathan’s disastrous love life.

Or is it?

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Kidnapped by four mafia heirs to settle a blood debt, Aurora "Rory" Thompson finds herself trapped in a world of danger and desire. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of their world, she becomes their shared obsession. But Rory has secrets of her own, and she's not going down without a fight.

"In a world ruled by blood and bullets, I became their obsession. But little did they know, I would be their downfall."

Will she escape their world, or will she rise to claim her rightful place as their queen?

Alpha Syd is a side-story of Scars.
“I was reborn the heartless demon wolf, Syd Vicious. I became a nightmare, an urban legend, folklore, a monster.” The only daughter of the fallen White Ridge Pack’s Beta, Sydney Eld, was forever changed on the “Night of Raids.” Losing the last of her family and fighting against her own pack. Her natural wiry flame-red hair and amber eyes leave others shaken with fear. It’s no wonder the goddess has chosen Sydney to take over as Alpha as she has proven again and again to fight for what is right and will not let anyone stand in her way.
She is not without opposition, as pack elders are not thrilled with the prospect of a female Alpha. She also has to fight off a group of rogues led by a Rogue Alpha hell-bent on seeing the White Ridge Pack burnt to the ground.
Sydney’s only light and hope are her Lumiere (a term for male Luna), Silas Youngblood. He is the third son of the Amaris Pack's Beta and her destined mates. Can Silas pull Syd out of her dark path? Can she learn to trust again? Can this fated mated pair rise above to bring prosperity back to their pack?

When "the scentless" Elena thought she would be laid off by her manager, she never expected her new billionaire boss to be her high school crush Charles....

Manager: "Sir, I think there's been a mistake. How is she staying? And I'm not? This isn't right."
"You're right," Charles said, leaning forward over the table. "I'm sorry Elena. I forgot to mention you aren't going to be working here either."
Manager's face set into a smug smirk.
"You'll be joining my team."
There was a simultaneous gasp around the room.

“Just because you hate me doesn’t mean your body doesn’t want me,” he said, He lifted her leg and leaned closer to her, his fingers touched her lips and trailed down to her neck, he could hear her heart beating fast and he knew he had that effect on her. “Your body wants me and there is no denying that” he stated the obvious, “So don’t you ever think that I can’t have you when I want because I can and I would” he boldly said and then turned his back towards her.
“I own you now Bella and you can never escape me” he whispered to her ears hovering over her and pinning her body to his with his arms around her waist.
Her scent was driving him crazy making his imagination grow wild.
Bella, a joyful and beautiful girl who lived happily with her parents and her little brother as the only family related to the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack was met with the gruesome death of her family by another Alpha who attacked their pack.
This shattered and broke her making her weak and lonely, she thought she had seen the end of the world until she found out that she was sold as a bride by her uncle to the same Alpha who killed her family.
Will she accept such a cruel fate and bend to her Alpha's will or would she avenge her family?

When your ex, a hockey player, begged for your forgiveness in front of everyone, making a scene,
You were both awkward and angry as the team erupted into a chorus of gossip.
Just when you were speechless and didn’t know what to do,
The famous hockey captain raised his voice and said,
“Enough. She is mine.”

Kamrynn: Perhaps I was cursed or maybe it was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it is, it got me accused of murdering my twin sister and punished severely for a crime I didn't commit by the man I've loved since childhood.
Calvin is everything— was everything. But it's crazy how creative a person can get when it comes to making another person suffer. I managed to escape, pregnant, but I had no idea what destiny had in store for me.

Calvin: She killed my mate and unborn child, I hated her. It would only be fair that she replaces the child she killed, no?
But she ran away while pregnant with my children and on top of that, she cursed me and my Pack. And now I'm tormented, my people are dying. She was no murderer, instead she turned out to be the moon goddess' daughter and I've doomed my Pack. I've realized what a grave mistake I made, I want her back, I want my children back. Only she can lift the curse but she hates my guts and wants nothing to do with me…

They call Alpha King Aethern a walking catastrophe—too powerful to challenge, too cold to be pitied, too cursed to be loved. Every Omega ever summoned to his palace left with a shattered soul… or never left at all.
I was supposed to be one of them.
A defective Omega, unwanted and burdened by debt. Handed over by my own family to save the clan’s name.
One night before that king should have been the end of my life.
But what happened was far worse.
He didn’t kill me.
He marked me.
His touch was not tenderness—it was command.
His gaze was not desire—it was absolute possession.
Aethern does not love.
He conquers.
He takes what he wants, and destroys it if he must.

I'm Eileen, an outcast at the shifter academy, all because I don't have a wolf. My only saving grace is a knack for healing that got me into the Healer's Division. Then one night in the forbidden woods, I found a stranger on the brink of death. One touch, and something primal snapped between us. That night tied me to him in a way I can't undo.
Weeks later, our new Alpha combat instructor walks in. Regis. The guy from the woods. His eyes lock on mine, and I know he recognizes me. Then the secret I've been hiding hits me like a punch: I'm pregnant.
He has an offer that binds us tighter than ever. Protection… or a cage? Whispers turn ugly, darkness closes in. Why am I the one without a wolf? Is he my salvation… or will he drag me to ruin?

"You think you can handle all four of us, little Luna?" Lucian’s breath was hot against her ear, his grip firm. "Prove it."
But when four dangerously powerful Alphas claim her as theirs, she refuses to submit.

Lucian – Dark, ruthless, and used to being obeyed.
Dante – A savage warrior who takes what he wants.
Nikolai – A sinful rogue who plays wicked games.
Zephyr – Cold, calculating, and completely in control.

They crave her. They will fight for her. But Laura?
She will make them kneel.

It is a world where werewolves, fae's, and other supernatural exist in the same world. Carlisle finds herself in a dilemma. Being born as an outcast, she is kicked out by her brothers from the fae palace after the sudden death of the King of faes. She has been thrown into the forest of Darkness.
Fate brings her to a cursed Alpha — Damon, who believes Carlisle is his fated mate and the only person that can help revoke the curse placed on his head.
Journey with Carlisle and Damon as they discover the truth behind the scene that she is a hybrid, half-fae, and half-vampire.
What will happen to the hybrid Carlisle when she is fated to be the cursed alpha's soul mate?

When your fiancé cheated the night before your wedding and called you a boring bi**h. Under the influence of alcohol, you said to the hot stranger: Marry me tmr, will you? Him: I will, if you show me how much you wanna be mine. You melted into his kiss and it's a crazy night. Next day, Your EX showed up and called your new husband, "Uncle…" Uncle? The youngest billionaire uncle that your ex kept bragging about?

When her mate, Rollins Lancaster, the star of the college hockey team and the alpha heir of Crescent Moon Pack publicly rejects her for the school’s golden cheerleader, the heartbreak was enough to destroy her wolf. But fate wasn’t done with Piper yet as that same night, she found herself in bed with Archie Quinn, Alpha heir of the Frostfang Pack and her second chance mate. As hockey rivalries between Rollins and Archie explode into off and on ice battles, secrets buried under years of silence start to surface. Piper was forced to choose between love and vengeance, but the deeper she digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes.

Lena never wanted this. Mating with Alpha Asher was a punishment, a cruel twist of fate meant to keep peace between their packs. But as she walks into his world, she realizes the true nightmare isn’t the bond, it’s him.

“You belong to me now, Lena. Whether you like it or not,” his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

The man who killed her brother. The man who treated her like an object, not a mate. The man whose mere presence made her body burn with something far more dangerous than hatred, but whispers travel fast. “Asher’s wives never last,” someone sneers. “You’ll be dead before the next full moon.”

She should hate him. She does. But then his lips crash against hers, and everything she thought she knew shatters.

Yet secrets lurk in the shadows. The past refuses to stay buried. And as the truth of her brother’s death unravels, one thing becomes clear… Lena may be Asher’s mate, but in his world, love is just another battle… But will she survive this war?

"How dare you drug and fuck me?" Alpha Arthur roars as he clutches my tiny neck, his angry eyes piercing through my soul.
My heart races faster as I struggle for my life. I know I've committed a grave sin, and standing before him, I believe today is my last day on earth.

Three days before Elara Redmond's wedding, she finds out her fiance has been cheating on her with her evil step-sister. Devastated and angry, Elara decided to give her fiance the taste of his own medicine by having a one-night stand with his best friend. But she wakes up the next morning to discover that the person she had drugged and fucked is the cruel Alpha of her pack, Alpha Arthur, and Elara runs away for her life.

Alpha Arthur, who now wants more of her, and his greatest desire is to claim her, places a reward for anyone who will find Elara and bring her back to him. Things take a different turn when Elara's step-sister finds Elara, and now wants the position of Luna as her reward.
What will Alpha Arthur do about the reward, and will he be able to claim Elara whose fated mate turns out to be his rival?
Let's ride through this journey of romance, twist, conflicts, love, pain, and war.

She belongs to one man, but another sets her heart ablaze.
Éloise Moreau is trapped in a gilded cage, married to a man who sees her as nothing more than a possession, a pawn to display and punish as he pleases. In a world where power is everything, she has learned to endure, to survive, to never step out of line.
Until him.
Damien arrives like a storm, dark, enigmatic, and dangerously gentle. Where her husband is cold, Damien is warm. Where her husband controls, Damien unravels her. And when he kisses her, Éloise discovers something she never thought possible.
Desire. Longing. A dangerous ache.
But the walls around her are unyielding, and giving in to Damien is playing with fire. Because in her world, love is a weakness. And weaknesses are punished.
Yet, as the shadows close in, she must ask herself, will she risk everything for the taste of freedom, or will she let herself be caged forever?

"TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT R18+ CONTENT INCLUDING DETAILED SEXUAL SCENES, BULLYING, EMOTIONAL AND TOUCHES OF PHYSICAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, AND A POSSESSIVE, DOTING LOVE INTEREST. READERS SENSITIVE TO DARK THEMES, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, OR EXCESSIVE DOMINATION SHOULD PROCEED WITH CAUTION. THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY."

When you, a nerd, get stood up by your ex and wait all night in a bar on New Year's Eve
That's when you meet the hottest hockey team captain who asked you to pretend to be his date so he could dump his latest girlfriend.
When you're being pestered by your ex to get back together, he shows up and tells your ex to fuck off.
Your ex says, I know this is just a deal and you can't possibly like her.
He (kisses you in front of everyone): Deal, Like this?

"I, Gina Stone, reject you, Alexander Black, as my mate and Alpha.”
Alpha Prince Xander is the heir to the werewolf throne. He's a handsome and powerful Alpha; he grabs females' attention wherever he goes. But he's saving himself only for his fated mate.
He wants a strong-fit Luna to rule with, but to his disappointment, he gets Gina, the pack's nerd, as his mate.


Gina is the human adoptive daughter of the royal Beta. She was mistreated and abused by her adoptive family and bullied by the pack members because she had no wolf and no rank.
She dreams of finding her fated mate who will give her the love and care that she never received from her family and pack members.
But her life takes another turn when the moon goddess mates her with the person she hates the most, "the Alpha prince."

My new neighbor is a jerk. A grumpy, arrogant bastard with the kind of looks that melt panties from ten feet away. At first, I was dazzled by him—tall, broad-shouldered, stupidly hot. Then he opened his mouth, and I realized I hated him. He's smug, rude, and way too good at getting under my skin.
I wanted him gone—until the night he saved me from getting abducted.
Now the photos are everywhere, and the internet thinks we're dating.
"To spice up Rhett's image and shift the negativity," his agent says, "you both need to run with the story. The world needs to keep believing you're dating—for a while."
I lean back on the couch. "What's in it for me?"
Rhett scowls. "I'm not going to let you paint me naked."
I roll my eyes. "Who says I'm even interested in doing that?"
I smile. "Rhett's going to accompany me to my cousin's wedding."
Fake dating with my infuriating, too-hot neighbor? Great.
Except Rhett Lawson isn't just an NHL hockey star—he's a powerful Alpha hiding his real identity. His parents were murdered when he was a boy, leaving him and his pack cursed. The Moon Goddess once whispered: "You'll find your greatest enemy and your fated mate in the human world. She holds the key to your redemption."
He came here to find his enemy. Not to fall for me.
But fate doesn't care about his plans—or mine.

Seven years ago, a cruel betrayal shattered Elena’s world. Stripped of her wolf and left to raise a child alone, she built a quiet life in the shadows of the Red Moon Pack where she serves as a maid. But fate isn’t done with her yet.

When the ruthless and feared Alpha Harrison unexpectedly steps in to protect her and her son, long-buried secrets begin to rise, secrets about bloodlines and the real father of Elena’s son. As danger closes in and the past returns with a vengeance, Elena finds herself caught between two powerful Alpha brothers, one who once rejected her, and one who's ready to risk everything for her.

"Now reject your mate," Malik's repulsive voice demanded.

"I'm sorry, Mad, I have too, for our pack's safety." She said before the words I never expected to hear came from her mouth.

"I, Saffron Hernandez from The Nightfall Pack, reject you, Maddox Bishop, Alpha of The Nightfall Pack to be my Alpha and Fated Mate."

Her words instantly crushed my soul. A pain ripping through my body, beyond anything I could have ever described.

"COME ON DOLLFACE, BEFORE HE FINISHES THE JOB ON THE INNOCENT YOU BEGGED TO PROTECT!" Malik's voice hollered out, making Saffron close her eyes.


On Saffron's 18th birthday, she finds out that she is fated to none other than the Alpha of her pack. 24 year old Maddox Bishop, who had only been the Alpha for a short time when an enemy pack launched an all out war.

Malik, the 34 year old Alpha of The Reapers pack. A man who had no care for human life, pure evil in the flesh. One of the cruelest Alphas known to all. He loved killing, torture, and most of all power. He swore to call off his malicious attack on The Nightfall Pack in trade for one thing. Maddox's fated mate.
What will Saffron do when Maddox fights harder to win her back? Will she give in to the mate bond and accept her fated mate? Or will she stay by Malik's side to save her home pack from an all out war of mass destruction?

"You killed my mate. Now you have to take her place," Xander announced to the bewildered Catherine, who had no idea what was happening to her.

"What do you mean by I have to take your mate's place?" she asked, shocked.

"Be my contracted Luna," Xander said dismissively, giving Catherine the next round of shock.

Catherine was sad and got drunk after being dumped by her long-time boyfriend. Drunkenly, she knocks down two wolves, and she discovers herself in Xander's bed the next second.

Will she accept his proposal of being a contract Luna, or will she escape from there? Will they fall in love at the end?

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth.
She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

What will happen with her? Will the emotionless BloodHound that captured her grow a heart and try to save her or will she remain there trapped forever and at the mercy of a team of heartless doctors?

What will happen when the cruel Alpha of the Laxian planet learns of her existence? Will she manage to escape him or will she be caught in his claws, set for a miserable life as his personal breeder?

Warning: contains dark erotica themes such as non-consensual and/or violent sex 

Enter at your own risk!

"You're dead," Zeke whispered, stepping closer. "I buried you. I mourned you. I—"
"Layla tried to kill me," I said simply. "But I survived. And now I need your help."
"Cecelia…"
"My son has been taken," I continued, tears streaming down my face. "You have to help him, Zeke. He's also your son."
"Your son?" His shock mirrored my own pain.
"Our son, Zeke. His name is Golden, and he has your eyes."
He once claimed me as his, then destroyed me. Cecelia was never meant to survive—just to suffer for the bond, used, discarded, left broken. Zeke took everything from her: her freedom, her future, and the one thing she never intended to give—her heart.
But she didn't die. She learned. She transformed. Now she's back, unrecognizable, with poison in her smile and vengeance stitched into her soul. His mark still burns on her skin, but the girl he shattered is gone. The woman she has become wants nothing from him—not his love, not his forgiveness. She wants him to break. And this time, she'll make sure he stays broken.

After the brutal betrayal by her mate and her own sister, Julia never expected to end up in bed with her notoriously difficult Alpha Boss, Ronan. Now, to protect her job, she has no choice but to keep it a secret.
Thankfully, Ronan hasn’t realized the woman from that night is right under his nose. Just as Julia starts to relax—she makes an even more shocking discovery: she’s carrying Ronan’s pup...

Christmas Eve is celebrated with mystery gifts placed under a large tree, and this years, Antonella has received four gifts. One from her mate, her best friend, and two gifts from a stranger.

One of the gift is meant to ruin her life while the other will show her what true love means.

“I love you so much, Elijah.” It was Madison.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” My throat tightened and my eyes filled with tears as I stared at the door that was left ajar.

Antonella thought that she had a perfect life. A loving mate, the Luna of the pack, and blissful life until everything came crashing down on Christmas Eve. The mate she loved with all her heart didn’t love her at all, and she had no choice but to run away.

Little did she know, that Elijah was not one to let her go easily, and he would move heaven and earth to get her back. Just when she decided to end her life, Alpha Alexus stopped her. The most feared alpha and the same alpha who is hell bent on killing Elijah for reason that Antonella has no idea.

What would happen now? Will Alpha Alexus kill her to exact revenge against Elijah?