9338 Book(s) Related to the white luna she was rejected now she is the prophecy

The adoptive brother I'd been secretly in love with for a decade took my virginity on the night of my twentieth birthday, fueled by alcohol.

I thought I had finally found love.

Until I stood outside his half-open apartment door and heard his teammates mocking me.

"Damn, Dax, you actually slept with Elara? That boring good girl?"

My hand froze mid-air above the doorknob.

Dax's tone was dripping with contempt. "Look closely at her face. It's exactly like Cassandra's, isn't it?"

"It's no big deal. She revolves around me every single day. All it took was crooking a finger."

"With Cassandra gone, she's the perfect stand-in to kill time."

The room instantly erupted into a fit of unbridled, mocking laughter.

I dug my nails fiercely into my palms, opened my phone, and found the email I had deliberately ignored for a month.

[Florence Academy of Fine Arts — Exchange Program Confirmation]

My parents ruined my wedding six times.

Every single time, right at the moment the ring was about to slip onto my finger—the first time, Mom knocked over the champagne tower. The second time, Dad drove his pickup truck straight through the floral arch... Either the groom wasn't good enough, or the wedding was too cheap. Each time was more batshit crazy than the last. The sixth time, Mom even held a knife to her own throat, threatening me not to put on the ring.

It made no sense to me—why push me to get married while doing everything to stop me from wearing that ring?

So for the seventh wedding, I chose a small chapel in a remote mountain area, went completely off-grid, dead certain they'd never track me down.

Just as Ethan was about to slide the ring onto my finger—

The chapel doors burst open.

Two figures stumbled in, gasping for air, faces streaked with tears.

My parents.

On our seventh anniversary, Jeffrey brought his mistress home for dinner.

Calla wore my dead mother's necklace and called me a "boring housewife" while I cooked for them. Jeffrey laughed, saying I was lucky he kept me around since I'd never contributed anything to our marriage.

What he didn't know? I'd given up my six-figure tech career to nurse him back from his car accident. Sacrificed everything while he treated me like his personal servant.

For seven years, I endured his cheating and cruelty, thinking love meant sacrifice.

I was wrong.

When I left him the divorce papers, Jeffrey screamed that I'd come crawling back within a week.

But when I never came back, he was the one who lost his mind.

In my last life, Natalie insisted on stepping out of the car to feed a wild grizzly.

I tried to stop her. Daniel shoved me into the bear's path instead — to save her.

The grizzly's teeth tore through my throat. My blood sprayed hot across the snow.

And there was Daniel, my boyfriend of three years, holding Natalie close. Not a scratch on her.

He even raised his phone to film me being ripped apart, then posted it on TikTok with the caption: "She gave her life to protect us." The donations poured in for weeks.

Now my eyes are open again. Natalie's pushing the car door open, sandwich in hand, ready to hand-feed the cubs.

This time, I don't scream. I don't stop her.

I just watch her lean halfway out the door — and lock it behind her.

My husband locked our fouryearold son in a 20°C wine cellar for his mistress. Our boy froze to death.
Lawyers silenced me. I was cast aside.
Three years later, I returned.
At a glittering New York gala, I tore apart every lie Liam and Mia had built. Liam begged for my forgiveness—but I had a solid anchor by my side, and I would never forgive him.

At the charity gala, one of Lucien’s men, eager to curry favor, led in ninety-nine women. Every one of them looked a little like me—the eyes, the hair, even the figure.
“Mrs. Sterling’s health is delicate, and she can’t carry a child. These girls are all built for babies. Let them have yours, and Mrs. Sterling can raise them.”
Lucien pulled me against his side and spoke to the whole room, in a voice that left no room for argument.
“Elena is the only woman I will ever love. I won’t lay a finger on anyone else.”
For the next seven years, I poured more of the Lorenzo family’s resources into him than I could count. I got blood on my hands more than once. And I made sure his seat as CEO of Sterling Group never so much as wobbled.
Then, in the seventh year, a fair-skinned, full-figured woman knocked on my door with seven little boys in tow.
I recognized her. Out of those ninety-nine women, she was the one who looked the most like me.
Right there in front of me, she pulled up her top and nursed the youngest, looking very pleased with herself.
“Seven years, seven sons for Mr. Sterling. He says the stock price keeps climbing because my little lucky charms brought Sterling Group good fortune.
“You’re a hen that can’t even lay an egg. What makes you think you get to be Mrs. Sterling?”
I lit a menthol cigarette, looked her over from head to toe, and had her shipped off to a black-market auction.

Everyone said I was the happiest woman of the Northern Plains Clan, blessed with the purest love from Eric, the Wolf King.
Then my wolf let out a tormented howl.
Through the soul bond of fated mates, I felt it clearly—
my husband held my maid in his arms, drowning in desperate lust.
That nourishing tonic I’d drunk for three years, which I’d believed was filled with his affection, had only been brewed to keep me barren all along.
"Eric, I want you..."
"All of me is yours, my love. Bear our cub soon."
Those sweet whispers I once held dear shattered me to pieces in an instant.
The whole clan praised us as the perfect pair.
Yet who could have imagined this marriage had been built entirely on lies from the very start?
Since he is such a master of pretense, I suppose it’s time I put on a show of my own.
I will expose the true face of this flawless husband for everyone to see.

At my seventh wedding, they replaced me.

The Oracle pointed at me and screamed one word: "CURSED."

Father's hand cracked across my face. Mother tore the wedding dress off my body and shoved my cousin Seraphine into it.

"She'll marry him instead," Father said. "You'll destroy us all."

What they didn't know? A thousand years ago, our family made a blood pact with the Shadow Lord himself: if the eldest Ashford daughter remained unmarried on her twenty-sixth birthday, she belonged to HIM.

Today was my twenty-sixth birthday.

I begged Julian to run. "Please. We have until sunset."

He laughed. "The Shadow Lord's a fairy tale, Anna. Seraphine's just going through the motions. You're being dramatic."

Then he told my parents everything.

They locked me in the tower.

But the Shadow High Priest's warning was clear—at sunset, the Shadow Lord would come. And when he did, I'd drink the Potion of Forgetting and lose everything.

My memories. My name. My soul.

The clock struck five.

He was coming.

Landon Rhodes and I grew up together, both dreaming of becoming top chefs. But I knew he was the one with a palate kissed by God.

So when Rowan Stone, this street-rat punk, got her claws into him, I took the drinks, the smoke, the slaps for him. When he wanted to skip the National Young Chefs Competition to stay with her drunk ass, I dragged him back to the culinary lab.

He won the championship, got recruited by a three-star Michelin restaurant, graduated and made millions. I became the most invisible prep cook in his kitchen.

Until Rowan wrapped her car around a pole during one of her episodes, and he lured me into a basement.

"This is all your fault! If you'd minded your own damn business, she'd still be alive!"

His foot came down on my right hand. Bones cracking. My fingers ground to pulp.

All those 5 AM trips to the fish market for him. All those nights watching stock simmer for forty-eight hours straight. All the praise he soaked up at final practicals. My sacrifices, and all I got in return was his hatred.

"These worthless hands that can only cut vegetables deserve to rot in the ground with her."

The pain swallowed me whole.

When I wake up again, I'm back to that afternoon when he said he was going to the bar to find her.

This time, I won't stop him.

At seven years old, he pulled me from the rapids—and for the eleven years that followed, I loved this man I called "Uncle."

Then Sophia appeared. She accused me of pushing her down the stairs, and Michael didn't spare me so much as a glance before throwing me out into the storm. I knocked until my hands were raw and bleeding. He never opened the door.

Three years later, he showed up at my workplace, demanding I "come home" with him. His pregnant girlfriend flaunted a twelve-week ultrasound, cooing about how the baby already "looked just like him"—then staged yet another fall, told yet another lie, let out yet another shriek, casting me once more as the heartless monster.

But this time, I won't beg.

This time, I know secrets they don't.

Because that miscarriage three years ago? That baby? That ultrasound?

None of it was real.

The question is—how much has Michael already lost, and can he see the truth before the one person who ever truly loved him is gone for good?

That was supposed to be one of the most anticipated days of my life—the wedding of my best friend, Sarah.
But when I put on my bridesmaid dress, she called me a bitch.
"Get out." Sarah looked at me like I was trash.
"I don't want to see you at my wedding."
I stood frozen in place, staring down at the broken Cartier bracelet she had given me, now lying scattered on the floor.

When I ended up in the hospital, Declan was in the middle of giving me the silent treatment over his ex-girlfriend.

At the height of our worst fight, he’d looked down at me, his voice thick with contempt:

“Nora, if I actually wanted something to happen with Serena, you wouldn’t even be wearing that ring right now.”

After that, I became extremely “understanding.”

I stopped checking up on him. I stopped asking questions. I couldn’t even be bothered to notice the perfume on his clothes.

Declan seemed to sense something unsettling in that dead calm.

Out of some belated urge to make amends, he started trying to smooth things over.

On my birthday, he walked away from a merger at his European branch and took a red-eye back to New York.

He even set up a birthday surprise for me in that cold penthouse of ours, just the two of us.

But all I felt was awkward. Cornered. Suffocated.

I couldn’t help ducking behind the kitchen island to send my best friend a voice memo.

“We’re about to get divorced. Why is he even bothering with all this?”

She laughed. “Sure, he’s a total jerk. But he’s the richest jerk in Manhattan. Are you really sure about this? You’re giving up a black card with no limit. You won’t regret it?”

I thought about it, then said, “We’re not right for each other. If we actually get divorced, all I’ll feel is relief.”

Behind me came the dull clink of glass against glass.

I spun around. Declan was standing a few feet away, and the color was slowly draining from his face.

After the apocalypse began, my husband's female assistant stole my viral experiment data for the ninth time. I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her publicly.
My husband said I was just jealous of her, punished me by making me apologize to her in front of everyone, and demoted me.
Later, he sweet-talked me, promising compensation.
The next day, his true love showed up at the lab wearing his family heirloom necklace.
"François felt so bad about me being falsely accused yesterday that he gave me his family necklace."
"I heard this necklace is supposed to go to his wife. Oh, Andrea, you're not mad, are you?"
I just smiled. "Not mad at all. Trash belongs with trash—you two are perfect for each other."
François immediately snapped, "It's just a necklace. No need to be so nasty about it."
"Apologize to Caro right now, or I'll kick you out of the lab and divorce you!"
Watching François defend Caro, I didn't get angry at all.
Once I'm gone, his zombie virus research won't get anywhere.

I was once “The BOSS’ wife” of the Moscato family of the Paris Mafia, the one everyone addressed with fear as Donna. Until that night, when iron lamps roared in the warehouse and scalding oil rolled—my own younger brother was hung over a vat of boiling oil, and my husband, the cold-faced Don Lydon, pushed me into hell with one sentence: “Have you learned your lesson?”
More absurd still, the two sons I had raised with my own hands stood by, helping his first love, Agnes, testify against me. In that instant I understood: my marriage, my family affection, my kindness—they had stomped all of it into the oil and fried it to shreds.
I was suppressed when I called the police, refused when I begged for a doctor, mocked when I sought a divorce—yet I still slapped the divorce certificate down on his coffee table: I’m leaving. I don’t want any of you.

My name is Daisy Webster. Eight years ago, I witnessed my sister being pushed down the stairs, and the murderer was the man I once loved Eric Lawsky.

“Daisy Webster, either you sign this agreement and care for Peter Lawsky without any compensation for eight years, or he will be sent to an orphanage.”

I trembled as I signed my name on the agreement, not knowing that this was a cruel trap.

I became the free nanny for the Lawsky family, and the “nephew” I cared for with all my heart was not even my sister’s child.

Today, the eight-year agreement expires.

As I left the Lawsky family mansion with my luggage and got into the discreet Rolls-Royce, no one knew that the “Nyx,” the name that made countless financial tycoons tremble, was me.

The revenge has just begun.

After being forced to inherit two family lines, Alpha Lucas gave me his love but dedicated his person to Bianca, the Luna of his late brother Ross.
He claimed the eldest sister-in-law must not bear the stigma of "killing her husband," so he pretended the deceased Ross still "accompanied" Bianca.
Thereafter, fearing to upset Bianca, he only slept with me three times a month.
I was his true Luna, yet I became the "despicable she-wolf" in everyone’s eyes for "stealing" Bianca’s man.
My own son, Noah, disgustedly declared I was unworthy to be his mother, then smiled and rushed into Bianca’s arms as she clung to Lucas.
I died of sheer rage.
When I woke, I’d returned to the year Lucas first "gifted" Noah to Bianca.
This time, I severed our bond decisively and formed a pact with Charles, the most eminent Alpha in the Northern Territory.

I was only two months pregnant when Alpha Neil ordered me to donate blood to his childhood sweetheart, the Omega Fawn.
“Kay, just a small extraction. Our pup… isn’t as fragile as you think.”

But the truth was, before my little wolf pup could even bask in the moonlight once, it had already faded into a silent sigh.

“Can’t you let her be? Fawn is as innocent as a pup—she needs protection. Besides…” His palm rubbed gently, “we’ll soon have our own pup. Once I’ve taken care of Fawn, I’ll give you the grandest pack ceremony—under the full moon, I’ll declare to everyone that you are my one Luna. Don’t sulk, okay?”

“Oh? So the mighty Alpha still remembers I was carrying your pup?”

What he didn’t know was that our little one was already gone.

When Alpha Neil saw the “Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement” bearing his own signature, he was stunned—unaware that he had signed it carelessly while tending to Fawn.

I placed the removed ring, the signed dissolution agreement, and the cold certificate

Alpha Leo’s voice was ice. “If you don’t save Samuel today, I’ll make sure Nina is buried with him.”
His ruthless words crashed over me like freezing water. But… if I save him, you’ll die… The rest of my plea never left my lips.
His lover, Sandra, collapsed in tears when Samuel died because of me, and Leo looked at me as if he wanted to tear me apart.
In the end, I chose not to save Samuel. He never knew Samuel was her secret lover. When she died, Leo nailed my little girl alive inside a coffin and offered her to the dark river as a sacrifice.
But fate gave me another chance. This time, I will never be chained by love again. My only obsession is to protect my daughter—and myself.

The day I died, my sister wore the wedding dress I had always dreamed of, and married my boyfriend.
My family felt no sorrow over my disappearance.
My brother suspected I deliberately avoided blessing my sister.
My silent father believed I was malicious, unwilling to see my sister surpass me.
My mother called me ungrateful and demanded I apologize to my sister.
They didn't care if I was alive.
They were only worried that my absence would sadden my sister by denying her my blessing.

"Starting price for my wife—one dollar!" James announced, pointing at the dog cage where I lay curled up like a dying animal.

The crowd at the wedding erupted in laughter. "Five dollars!" "Ten!" They threw bids like trash, mocking the woman who used to be Mrs. Windsor. Lillian, wearing my stolen necklace, poked me through the bars with a metal rod. "Look at you, Aurora. You're nothing but filth." I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My husband had sold me. My dignity was gone.

Suddenly, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the noise.

"Two hundred million."

Silence fell over the hall. Every head turned. Walking through the doors was a man radiating power—Louis Smith, the newly found heir to the Smith empire. The man I had pushed away ten years ago. James turned pale. "Mr. Smith... this is a joke..."

Louis didn't even look at him. He walked straight to the cage, his eyes burning with a terrifying mix of rage and tenderness. He ripped the lock off with his bare hands and pulled me into his arms. James tried to block him. "She's my wife! You can't just take her!"

Louis smirked, his voice dripping with ice. "Your wife? I just bought her. She's mine now."

On her wedding anniversary, Brielle plans on gifting her husband, Alpha Argon, a news on her pregnancy. But she's left shattered when she found Argon proposing to his first lover, Estelle, a super model and daughter of Alpha Deron from Red Wood pack.

Argon rejects Brielle for his first love. He and Estelle don't hesitate to mock her for being wolfless and a burden with no family.

When she planned to hide the news of her pregnancy, a curious Estelle fishes out the report, shocking Argon with the news.

Brielle thinks the goddess would mend her broken relationship, but her whole world came crumbling when Argon and Estelle pushed her down the stairs, resulting to her miscarriage. Broken, she receives a divorce letter from Argon, giving her twenty four hours to sign and leave.

In her pains, something was awoken in Brielle. Something rare and deadly.

"Don't sign it, Brielle. That's not the way of the IVYs. Make them pay."

Her eyes glowed green.

They say once fear sets in it consumes you totally.

Diane could not think straight watching the arrow approaching her mate from afar, she had not planned on dying when she stepped in to fight in the place of men, she had planned on gaining her position and if she couldn't she would get to understand why he delighted in bloodlust. She waited for the perfect time to cut in between the arrow and her mate where it would hit her vitally, she was done with life anyways, she had tried to claim it herself.

She turned to face her mate, he was preoccupied.

'There's no way he'll be fast enough this time' she smiled.

'Goodbye world, make space for me father, I'm coming to you, to join you, I have achieved nothing here but wasted years'
A lone tear rolled down her cheeks as she stepped in, the poison laced arrows pierced through her chest.

**
Lee Diane spent her childhood restrained, being groomed to be the Luna of the pack due to the presence of a mark on her neck, that has been present in only a few generations known as the Luna's mark. A mark that deemed the bearer an inage of the moon goddess in both strength and quality. A mark that destined it's bearer to be mated to an Alpha.
Followimg the deaths of their fathers they get engaged.

On the day of their engagement Luke finds his mate, over a short he get married. Diane meets her mate on the day of Luke's wedding and he is none else than the Alpha of the pack her people went to war against.
She learns that the war also claimed the life of the pack's Alpha.

He forcefully married her as a means of revenge against Luke.

Seara Louisette-fate brought her to be Luna's outcast. She was humiliated before the entire pack by Alaric Griff, an Alpha Nightshade who chose power and other women. With nowhere to turn, Seara chooses to flee to the forest and finds her destiny there.

Austin Hunter Wolfe-Alpha Lycanisius is as dangerous as he is alluring. But when the ancient power in Seara's blood awakens. They realize something, Seara is not just an Omega. She is the last Ancient Healer, a sacred bloodline capable of healing, or even destruction.

Now, amidst a bloody conspiracy, Seara's past grudge against Austin for the tragic death of her parents, and Austin's grudge against the Nightshade Pack.
As dark forces rise again, Seara and Austin must choose whether to succumb to old wounds or fight back for the future of the entire lycan world.

The last heir of the Bloodfang Pack, bound by a cursed seal, infiltrated enemy territory.
The Luna of the Moonshadow Pack, haughty and ice-cold, yet lost her heart to him on that snowy night.
She used four years of ruthless torment to mask her own surrender.
But when he finally walked away, she was left drowning in regret.

“Do I really deserve this?”
Dr. Xavier Brown asked the void after the woman he loved smiled and shoved him off a rooftop.

He died a brilliant, betrayed genius… only to wake up as the worthless secondary character in a trashy web novel.

The pathetic live-in son-in-law.
The disposable husband.
The man scripted to be humiliated, divorced, and killed so the protagonists could shine.

Died once.
Refused to die again.

Armed with every humiliating page of his own doom, Xavier signs the divorce papers with a smirk, takes the money, and kicks the first death flag into the dirt.

But the story doesn’t let go so easily.

When he saves the mother of Isabella Voss, the novel’s ice-cold villainess, using medicine this world has never seen, she doesn’t destroy him.
She builds him a kingdom: a hospital with top-notch facilities, an empire of shadows, and a love that feels dangerously real.

Then the truth rips the script apart.

He isn’t Alexander Rodriguez.
He is Alexander Winchester, erased heir to a hidden mafia family, legendary assassin king, memory wiped and chained as a live-in dog by the very people who now call themselves heroes.

Six deadly sisters descend to reclaim him.
A ruthless CEO. A ghost hacker, an assassin trainer, a pharmaceutical prodigy, a public opinion goddess, and the youngest who sees what’s coming before it breathes.

With a system that evolves from cold machine to snarky partner in crime, Xavier walks two paths at once:

The Healer who rewrites life, and the Ruler who burns false fates to ash.

But Karma never dies, Damien and Sophie met with their consequences

Every betrayal returns.
Every death flag screams.

“Do I really deserve this?”

Xavier smiles, scalpel in one hand, shadow in the other.

This time the answer is yes.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

I died, but my body lay unclaimed in the police station.
The police officer investigating my death was my biological father.
Just on the day I was recognized as his daughter, my fake sister fell to her death off a cliff.
They blamed everything on me.
Even when the kidnapper called,
they thought it was just a ploy of mine to get their attention.
They wished I had died in place of their daughter.
Now, I really am dead,
and their beloved daughter has returned, pregnant.

Betrayed by her mate. Replaced by her best friend. Marked a traitor.

Her Alpha mate Kael stood by and did nothing while she was being ridiculed. Now that she's gone he's obsessed with control.

Selene Blackmoor was treated like a slave. She was the Luna, but her people never respected her because she was once an orphan. They said she never really belonged.

On her night of her execution, Selene leaves and swears that she’ll never kneel again. But when she flees into the enemy land, she discovers two shocking truths: her greatest rival may be her only ally—and she is the lost heir to a bloodline powerful enough to change the fate of every pack.

Now, Selene isn’t just surviving. She is becoming and she is coming for vengeance.

Rejected by her mate, but now the whole pack bows to her.

That very brutal rule; “weakness is death!” These words were imprinted deep within her. When her fated bond to Alpha Kieran is revealed, she dares to hope, until he rips her heart out in front of the entire clan. Cast out and left for dead, Ava vows never to trust another wolf again.

But fate isn’t done with her.

Found by a rogue Alpha with secrets of his own, Ava discovers a power no one expected, a gift tied to a forgotten prophecy. As her strength grows, so does the life inside her; Kieran’s unborn child, an heir born from betrayal.

Now, with her former pack under the rule of a traitorous Beta and Kieran himself on the brink of death, Ava must choose: flee forever or rise as the Luna she was born to be.

Even if it means tearing the pack apart to reclaim it.

An outcast omega. A powerful Alpha. A fated mate bond shattered in a public act of brutal rejection.

Anya was left for dead, but she was reborn with a power whispered about in ancient prophecy. Now, she's back, a ruthless rogue leader with one goal: revenge. But the Alpha she seeks is under a dark curse, his memories of her erased.

In a world molded in betrayal and lies, will Anya choose vengeance, or fight to reclaim the bond that could save them both?

He moved his index finger along the rim of his glass, I every so often would catch his bright green- gray eyes look in my direction.
I looked down at my hands which were cupped together in my lap.
Stop it Luna
"I'll help you clear the plates." His mother said to his father, after we ate
Luna Trickson is a beautiful, single, twenty-six year old woman who works for a big named company in New York City. All was great in her life, until she got partnered with a tall, well dressed, exceedingly handsome, arrogant, flirtatious playboy named Westley Johnson.
As they deal with their own personal problems inside the office and outside, will they begin to see eye to eye, will the way they feel towards each other ever change and will Luna end up falling for Westley?

My eyes traced the curve of Cedar's porcelain skin, and something primal ignited deep in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I was moving toward the bed—drawn by an instinct I didn't recognize.

She pressed herself against the wall, eyes wide with fear.

But when my fingers closed around her delicate ankle, all rational thought abandoned me. Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my calloused hands, and the way she trembled sent heat coursing through my veins.

"Mr. Sterling... please... let me go..." Her whispered plea cut through the haze like a blade.

Christ. What was I doing?

I released her as if burned, my jaw clenching as reality crashed back. I'd crossed a line I never cross—touched her without permission, without reason. The moment her restraints were gone, she clutched the sheets to her chest, those doe eyes watching my every move.

The air between us crackled with something dangerous. Something I couldn't afford to explore.

But as I turned to leave, one thought echoed in my mind: I wanted to touch her again.


I'm Cedar Wright, raised by adoptive parents who seemed to value me more for what I could do for them than for who I am. As I struggle to break free from their toxic hold, a six-year-old boy suddenly enters my life, calling me "Mommy." It's surreal—I'm still a virgin! Yet his presence brings warmth and hope to my otherwise mundane existence.

Soon, two more children come into my life, each wanting me to be their "Mommy" too. They're like little Cupids, bringing an unexpected romance into my life—one that involves their domineering father. I find myself drawn to him, despite my better judgment, but our relationship is fraught with uncertainty.

Just when I've completely fallen for him, he starts pulling away. Is it because his first love has resurfaced, or is his true nature finally emerging?

“My last day?” Ashley echoed, fear creeping into her voice. “What do you mean?”

“Look at me!" Adam shouted. "Do you think I deserve an obese woman like you?” He spat, his face contorting with disgust.

“Me?” she finally managed to whisper, her voice shaking.

Betrayed by her husband and sister on her birthday night, pregnant Ashley Smith is left for dead.

Fueled by anger and a thirst for vengeance, this dead girl is back with a new face and identity, but her quest for revenge might not be as simple as she thought, plus her ex husband likes the body of this new woman and wants her.

Will she be able to get her revenge or will she lose it all again?

And what happens when Prince charming comes her way after she'd sworn never to give love another chance?

Depression and unfortunate events found its abode in the life of a young girl in the city, Sofia Sullivan, who lost her parents in a house fire and is left to live a reckless life, influenced by friends. However, things changed when she met a young man who wished to take her as a wife but terms and condition apply. Sofia is now in the house of the rich young man she least expected to be but trouble looms.

She is amidst enemies and challenges arise even greater than what she had been through. Will she survive or will she continue to be a victim of unfortunate circumstances?

He says as he runs a finger up and down my arm. “I have genuine feelings for you and would like to start a real relationship with you.”
“Sorry, what did you say?” I said with shock and surprise in my voice.
“I think that I am falling in love with you.” He says just as he leans into me claiming my lips with his own. Returning the kiss of the man that I not only admired from afar but also developed feelings for. The kiss became deep and full of passion in which we then started to undress each other. He then placing me on is desk started to eat me out while his hands and fingers explored the rest of my body. When he was satisfied, he then slammed into me.
“AHHH, OH YES, PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!”

Aston obeyed my command and didn’t in any way shape or form stop viciously banging the living day lights right out of me. To me this was the best sex that I have ever had. “YOU ARE MINE REMY, DO HEAR ME, MINE AND NO ONE ELSES. NO ONE CAN EVER HAVE YOU. YOU…... ARE……MIME!!!” He said the last three words slamming into as he said each word. After releasing into me, which I then just noticed that he wasn’t wearing a condemn and not to mention that the is a married man, I thought that he was a happily married man. Whenever his wife came into the bar to visit him to either bring him dinner or to help out wherever she could. I guess with what just happened and his confession I was dead wrong... “Remy?” I turned around with my hand still on the doorknob. “Remember you are MINE, and no other man better touch you!!!”

By an accident, she became the glamorous daughter of Ocean family. When the real daughter comes back, she, as the false daughter, she neatly leaves this time. After being bullied by them, she decides to take what was taken from her past life and holds it firmly in her own hands. Dealing the bitch, kicking cheating philandering men, then goes to the top. She thought she would be alone all the time, but she never thought there is lifetime love awaiting for her...

Because of that absolute, unquestionable 100% divine oracle, the entire continent of Doria knew that Kieran, the cold-blooded commander of the dragons, had been forced to marry me—a completely powerless human.
Yet for a year after our marriage, he remained as cold as ice that could never be warmed.
Desperate to stay by his side, I had tried every possible way to get closer to him, throwing myself into his arms day after day.
I firmly believed that if I kept teasing him, I would eventually awaken some trace of the dragons' so-called "mate instinct."
I was straddling Kieran's lap, feeling the startling heat between his legs straight through the rigid fabric of his military uniform. My fingers had just popped the black-and-gold clasp at his collar.
I was about to strip his pants off and ride him right there, when—
A black magical raven bearing the emblem of the Oracle Order suddenly burst through the window.
It spat out a glowing emergency parchment:
[Critical error in the astrological calculations! Your golden soul thread with Commander Kieran does not perfectly overlap! He is NOT your 100% fated mate!]

In my past life, I died in a freezing, damp basement.
The person who destroyed me was Evelina, the daughter of my father’s mistress. She set a trap at a charity gala, dragged my reputation through the mud, and forced me into a hellish marriage—all so she could strip away everything that rightfully belonged to me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-two. The gala that sealed my fate was happening tonight.
Before the banquet officially began, I seamlessly swapped two champagne flutes, handing her meticulously woven trap right back to her. When the scandal detonated, sending shockwaves through the ballroom, my eyes landed on Killian—the Vance family's notoriously cold-blooded illegitimate son.
The trust fund my mother left me was still firmly under my control. I walked straight up to him and laid my chips on the table.
My enemies had retreated to the shadows, waiting to strike back. But I was going to use their own conspiracies as stepping stones, clawing back everything I owned, one piece at a time.

Lilly Morgan had spent her life fighting a battle she couldn’t win. Living with her father was hell. He took every opportunity he could to remind her of how much he hated her.

Drake moon was a strong fearless alpha, But when Lilly fell into his arms he realized very quickly that she was the only thing in the world that could scare him.

But with that terror would come magnetic, passionate love. Love they hoped would survive through the pain of the past and the future! Amid a tragedy they are tested beyond their limits, a single moment would change them and the way they look at life forever.

But as the family expands ghosts from the past come back to haunt them, bringing with them new enemies that are much more deadly than anyone they have faced before.So they must come together with unlikely allies to save what is most precious to them.

But can they protect everyone or is that an unrealistic expectation?

Find out now in ‘The Blood Moon Saga’.

I am a tragic woman. For five years, my husband and I have hidden our marriage—no one knows we are husband and wife. He doesn't love me; I'm merely an outlet for his desires.

To him, I'm probably just a prostitute he doesn't have to pay.

My husband is deeply in love with another woman. He lavishes all his affection on her, while I, his lawful wife, am met with nothing but indifference and cruelty...

My life is a prison, holding me captive.

This ridiculous marriage was doomed from the start.

Today, I summoned the courage to shatter my chains:

'Let's divorce!'

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the duct tape binding my wrists, and the second was that I had been kidnapped by a billionaire mafia boss who grabbed the wrong girl.

I would like to say my first reaction was brave, but it was mostly just panic. I was shoved into a massive stone mansion—the kind with gold columns and chandeliers the size of cars. If I was going to be kidnapped, I honestly expected something a little less... expensive.

I was dragged into a room full of terrifying men in suits. That’s when he walked in. Adrian DeLuca. Tall, broad-shouldered, with intense green eyes and a calmly dangerous physique that made everyone else in the room freeze. He was the CEO of Kidnapping, and annoyingly attractive. He stared at me, his sharp jawline tight, and said calmly, "This isn’t the Viper’s daughter. Who is this?"

I exhaled. "Well, you kidnapped me by mistake. Can I go home now? I have tuition to pay."

But Adrian didn't laugh. He stepped closer, his presence suffocatingly powerful. He had run a background check. "Your mother's maiden name is Volkov," he whispered, his eyes dark with a lethal promise. "The woman we intended to kidnap is the Viper’s daughter... and so are you."

My brain stalled. My absentee father was a ruthless crime lord?

"You are useful to me now," Adrian commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You will remain in this house. You will go where I tell you, and you will do what I tell you."

I glared at him. "You don't own me!"

He leaned in, his breath brushing my ear. "I do now."

Born in a clandestine laboratory and subjected to experiments aimed at enhancing her cognitive abilities, Evelyn Ashcroft escaped this life thanks to Dr. Alan Griffin and now uses her intellect to help others. That is, until the day she is called to examine Vykhor Kael’seth.
Vykhor Kael'seth, a ruthless mercenary of an alien species known as the Kael’tarien, is captured by human military forces after his ship crashes. Weakened, he is held in a secret base where he endures violent interrogations.
Upon arriving at the base, Evelyn is intrigued by Vykhor's prosthetic, an advanced piece of Kael’tarien technology. She quickly realizes that not all of Vykhor’s injuries are from the crash and suspects that the military is torturing him. Under the guise of treating him, she sets out to repair his prosthetic, determined to give him a chance to escape. Meanwhile, Colonel Kane, the base's commander, closely monitors Evelyn, gradually revealing that she too is a target of a mysterious benefactor.
When Vykhor manages to activate his prosthetic and contact his ship in orbit, a military strike is launched to facilitate their escape. Kane, satisfied with having used Vykhor as bait to lure Evelyn, attempts to capture her. Vykhor, furious and determined to protect her, eliminates the enemy soldiers and escapes with Evelyn aboard a rescue shuttle. In the ensuing chaos, they flee the military base and head towards Vykhor's ship, the Narak'Tharr.
When Evelyn learns from Vykhor that Dr. Griffin is not human, she decides to tie her future to the Kael’tarien and becomes a mercenary at his side.
What adventures and trials await the two mercenaries? How will Evelyn use her extraordinary intellect in this new environment? And how will the relationship between Evelyn and Vykhor evolve?

Hell No! I can't marry this man! I know I know he is hella handsome, a masculine man, a man with achievements being the war god, but heck I really don't want to get married, especially to someone I don't love! Another thing is that being an Emperor and a fucking war god is problematic, just like what happened one year ago there are for sure many people who want to kill him.

"Your sister is about to die, do you not even feel any pity or remorse, Daphne?" - the man said which is her major in the military and the person beside him is none other than her own sister

"I don't have a sister, David - that woman is not my sister and will never be one" - her sister said which immediately shattered her heart and soul at the same time, anguish and anger filled her whole system for what she had heard. She wants to stand up and kill them both however she knows that she no longer has strength in her body so there is nothing else that she could do. She just closed her eyes and let her soul leave her body.

My sister and the major? They are the ones who killed me. Who knows if my parents are behind this as well?

Dawn Scarlet Johnson - she is a licensed doctor and a military officer. 27 years old and currently on the field taking care of the soldiers injured in the recent fight between the terrorists.

Aurelius Shen is the mysterious yet also heartless leader of a noble and large country called Xinan. Based on rumors that are circulating around the globe, the leader is cold and brutal

With the paths of the two characters colliding, will there be love or will there be hate? Either way, one thing is for sure, Dawn Scarlet just wants to live her life in the other world she is living in, fulfilling her duties and responsibilities and doing whatever she wants.

After accidentally crossing paths with the city's most feared Mafia Don, Enzo Moretti becomes instantly fascinated by Alessia Bianchi, the only woman bold enough to stand before him without fear.

When Enzo sends his personal assistant to invite her to his estate with a mutually beneficial offer, Alessia simply rolls her eyes.

“Tell your Don I'm not interested.”

But Alessia is an independent millionaire CEO with bigger problems. Her cheating ex has publicly humiliated her, and corrupt board members are closing in, determined to force her out of the company she built.

Enzo has an offer that could solve all her problems.

Marriage.

Will Alessia swallow her pride and make a deal with the devil, or find another way to save her empire?

Year 1968...

Divina was broken-hearted due to her lover, Alfredo's infidelity. He cheated on her with a rich heiress named Belen. Even though it was difficult for Divina, she forced herself to move on. She became a teacher in a private school and became close friends with their headteacher, Marco Salvador. Marco is a happy person and he shares this happiness with those people around him to the point that Divina is slowly falling for him... but there is one absolute rule in that school, they shouldn't have a romantic relationship with each other. Marco holds a high position at school and Divina loves teaching. How are they able to face the obstacles of their growing affection? Are they destined to be together or will they end up with the common saying, "they met but they were not fated"?

"We were but we were not..."

"Crawling to the end of this red carpet is exactly fifty steps. Bark like a dog, and it's ten thousand a step."

Alex, holding a cigar between his fingers, contemptuously slapped the check against my face. "Five hundred thousand. That should be enough to cure that bastard you gave birth to, right?"

Amidst the roaring laughter of the celebrities filling the room, I did not retort.
Meeting the disgust in his eyes, I dropped heavily to my knees right onto the floor littered with broken glass shards.

"Woof."
A dry bark squeezed out of my throat, and pressing my hands into the glass shards, I crawled one step forward.

The fingers holding Alex's cigar suddenly froze for a second.
The next second, the shiny tip of his leather shoe viciously stomped on my bleeding fingers, grinding them down hard. "So cheap right out of prison. It really makes me sick."

A piercing pain shot through my fingers. I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue until it bled, dragging two bloody trails as I continued inching forward.

Fifty steps. Five hundred thousand.
I didn't care that my dignity was being trampled to pieces beneath his foot.
Because the high and mighty Alex had no idea—
That the little boy lying in the emergency room, the one he kept cursing as a "bastard," the one being pushed to the brink of death by thrombosis...
Every drop of blood flowing in his bones was his. Alex's blood.

The whole city is waiting to see me, Evelyn Parker, make a fool of myself at my seventh engagement party.

Six years ago, I declared before the city's social elite that I wouldn't marry unless my fiancé put the ring on my finger himself. Mason and I grew up together. I never doubted that he would.

The first time, he said he had left the ring at home. The second time, his assistant had brought the wrong jewelry box. The third time, he showed up drunk and claimed he'd lost it.

Six years. Six engagement parties. Six excuses.

Tonight, he checks every pocket, then smiles and says, "Sorry." Then Sophie, my adopted sister, leads him backstage with my parents and older brother gathered around them.

The guests can barely contain their snickers.

I face the room alone and apologize to every guest. As I pass Nate, a man whose family has never been on good terms with the Parkers, he sets down his drink.

"If you're willing, I'll marry you."

I give him a faint smile and head backstage. I need to ask Mason how much longer he expects this ridiculous waiting game to continue.

Before I can open the door, I hear his voice from inside.

"Sophie is leaving for London soon. I don't want to become her brother-in-law before she goes."

My parents agree.

"Evelyn has already waited six years. What difference would one more year make?"

They knew all along.

And every single time, they chose to make me the one who had to give something up.

I turn around, walk back into the ballroom, and stop in front of Nate.

"Did you mean what you said?"

On her wedding anniversary, Brielle plans on gifting her husband, Alpha Argon, a news on her pregnancy. But she's left shattered when she found Argon proposing to his first lover, Estelle, a super model and daughter of Alpha Deron from Red Wood pack.

Argon rejects Brielle for his first love. He and Estelle don't hesitate to mock her for being wolfless and a burden with no family.

When she planned to hide the news of her pregnancy, a curious Estelle fishes out the report, shocking Argon with the news.

Brielle thinks the goddess would mend her broken relationship, but her whole world came crumbling when Argon and Estelle pushed her down the stairs, resulting to her miscarriage. Broken, she receives a divorce letter from Argon, giving her twenty four hours to sign and leave.

In her pains, something was awoken in Brielle. Something rare and deadly.

"Don't sign it, Brielle. That's not the way of the IVYs. Make them pay."

Her eyes glowed green.

She was his Luna. But never his love.
Now another man wants her, and fate refuses to be silent.

For five years, Arya wore the title of Luna like a chain. Married to Alpha Jaime, the man her pack worshipped but who never looked at her like she was his. Not once.

She thought the ache of being unwanted was the worst pain she’d ever feel.
Then came the rogue attack. The betrayal. The accusation. And she was done, no longer able to sit and endure the hate.

Then came man with eyes like the sun and a voice that called to something buried deep inside her.

The Lycan King doesn’t want a mate.
Arya doesn’t want another heartbreak.
But fate doesn’t care what they want.

As tensions rise between wolves and Lycans, Arya finds herself torn between the Alpha who let her go… and the King who wants to claim her, body and soul. Only one of them ever made her feel like more than a duty.

Only one sees the mark beneath her skin for what it truly is, power, legacy, and the key to him ruling the world.

He ignored her love. Now he’ll have to watch another man burn for it. But he’d rather burn first.

They chained her like a mutt.
They thought she was just another rogue.

But Valerie is no ordinary wolf. She is the last bloodline of a forgotten kingdom, the true Luna of Elyandria—and she’s come to burn the empire that destroyed her family.

Dragged into the ruthless Kymera Pack, Valerie hides in plain sight, surviving brutal labor, cruel guards, and the piercing gaze of Alpha Draven—the cold, dangerously magnetic ruler who feels like both enemy and fate. He should be her executioner. Instead, he becomes her obsession... and perhaps her greatest weakness.

As their forbidden bond spirals into heat and chaos, secrets begin to crack open. Because Draven doesn’t know that the rogue he desires is the very heir to the throne his father once annihilated. And when her truth rises, it won’t just shatter his crown—

It will start a war.