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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.

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.

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.

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.

I'm a figure skating prodigy from one of the wealthiest families in the country. I'm also an idiot.

I believed that if I was kind enough, people would be kind in return. So I sponsored Haley Dunning, a scholarship skater on our team, and treated her like my own little sister.

The day before the NCAA qualifier, she came up to me with a sports drink, said she wanted to help keep my energy up.

I drank it. Went down on the ice with a broken leg. Drug test came back positive for banned stimulants.

Overnight, I went from the queen of the rink to the face of a scandal no one could stop talking about.

Expelled from school. Torn apart on social media. Calloway Corporation's stock in freefall.

Haley stood in front of the cameras, tears in her eyes: "Piper just wanted to win so badly. I never thought she'd go this far..."

I fell into a depression. Couldn't sleep without medication.

Then one day, she showed up at my hospital room with my boyfriend, bearing "comfort": a cup of water and a few pills: "Piper, take your meds, okay? This is all my fault for being so stupid..."

Three minutes later, I'm coughing up blood, convulsing on the floor.

Right before I died, I caught the look on her face. That sweet, innocent face. A slow, vicious smile spreading across it.

She knocked over the pill bottle and started screaming: "I grabbed the wrong ones! I mixed up her antidepressants with some old person's heart meds! I'm so stupid!"

My boyfriend pulled her into his arms. Didn't even glance at me dying on the floor: "She meant well. Piper just had bad luck."

I was poisoned to death in that hospital room.

Then I opened my eyes, and it was the day before the qualifier.

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.

To annul the engagement, the aloof heiress of a wealthy family spent three years planning thirteen accidents to try and kill me.
Car accident, falling object, poisoning... I survived covered in blood, only to be met with her disgusted question: "How come you're still alive?"
She let her scheming childhood sweetheart crush my father's ashes, and even personally drained my last remaining blood to save me, all for her sweetheart's self-inflicted injury.
She thought I would be like a dog, clinging to her side forever without any boundaries.
Until that day, I calmly handed over the annulment agreement, clutching the diagnosis of late-stage brain cancer, and completely disappeared from her world.
Later, when she finally found out the truth, she searched the world frantically, only to find my emaciated, cold corpse.
That arrogant and haughty young lady has completely collapsed.
She personally sent her childhood sweetheart to hell, knelt before my body wearing a veil, and desperately raised a gun:
“Ivan, walk slowly on your way to the underworld... I’m giving my life for you.”

Sofia is an eighteen-year-old who has been bullied and tortured her whole life. When she realized that her only hope of going through school was to attend a school only for boys, she took a bold step and cut her hair to look like a boy and got into Blairwood Academy.

She has to try her best to make sure nobody finds out her real identity, or she would be kicked out. But it's difficult to hide it, especially from her roommate, Scott Blackwood, an icy nineteen-year-old who she always managed to get on his bad side.

Taken by four mafia men


“Kiss back” he mumbles, and I feel rough hands all over my body giving me tight squeezes as a warning not to piss them off further. So I give in. I begin to move my mouth and open my lips slightly. Jason wastes no time devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Our lips doing the tango, his dominance winning the race.

We break away, breathing hard. Next, Ben turns my head to face him and does the same thing. His kiss is definitely softer but just as controlling. I moan into his mouth as we continue to exchange saliva. He tugs my bottom lip slightly in his teeth as he pulls away. Kai pulls my hair, so I am looking up, his large frame towering over me. He bends down and claims my lips. He was rough and forceful. Charlie followed and was a mix. My lips feel swollen, my face feels all hot and flushed, and my legs feel like rubber. For some murdering psychotic assholes, damn can they kiss.

Aurora has always worked hard. She just wants to live her life. By chance, she met four mafia men Jason, Charlie, Ben and Kai. They are the ultimate dominants in the office, on the streets, and definitely in the bedroom. They always get what they want and THEY SHARE EVERYTHING.

How will Aurora adjust to having not 1 but 4 powerful men showing her the pleasure she only ever dreamed of? What will happen when a mysterious someone shows interest in Aurora and shakes things up for the notorious mafia men? Will Aurora finally submit and acknowledge her deepest desires or will her innocence be forever ruined?

A cocky Scot, an innocent pole dancer and a penthouse apartment with a view.

What could go wrong?

To escape her difficult past Sasha jumps into an opportunity of managing the sale of the stylish,up market apartment.

All of this sounds like a dream, but no one has ever mentioned the arrogant, mouthy Scottish god that lives next door.

The problem is that Dexter isn’t just good looking, he is also a fist-clenching, heart-pounding, fervent hot man, who makes her heart flutter uncontrollably.

She hates his cock-sure attitude.

With the talent, of melting women’s panties off at a glance, he thinks he can have Sasha too. Well, he couldn’t be more wrong. Sasha would rather eat dirt than sleep with him.

He vows not to fall for her, but their scorching attraction proves impossible to ignore…

​"I am a monster, Miss Hart. You wouldn't want nor wish to see me..." He is mysterious and brilliant, wealthy and prominent, but no single soul has seen him in person. Well, no one should see him—that's one of his many rules. No one can touch him either; that's another rule. Except for me because I have broken every rule. Now I'm extremely drawn to him. His peculiarity is out of this world, and his beauty is beyond physical. But the Master has demons of his own and is being chased by his brutal past. Suddenly, we've become the reflection of each other's nightmares. I realize that the Master and I are not so different. Is this newly found bond just another uncertain fate that could deepen our wounds, or is it finally going to be our redemption?

A long river split the city of Hillwood into two, separating the Palace and royal blood from the ordinary and the Vampires from the Humans. The consecutive agreement made by the Vampire kings was what Black Vale Dynasty has gone by; They were the ones for any decision to be taken. Respected, obeyed, and feared, all three of them were the most powerful predators on the planet but there was a thing to mention--They were great rulers too.

Jasmine Doloris, residing on the side of the city of Hillwood between human civilization didn't know anything about her identity and the deep secrets of her past that she was restrained away from, raised by a kind woman who under the pressure of a promise lied to her that Jasmine was found by her years ago on the Riverside, Her life that was mostly surrounded by lies and delusions she was unaware of, didn't have anything more than simplicity. But everything started taking a drastic turn when she took the job in the Kings' palace as their maid and their attention fell on her. Soon, The most unimaginable happens--On the night of the full moon, she turned out to be their Mate and this put everything into a mess of questions.

Sinfully attractive, irresistible and dangerous in nature, unbeatable in battles--The Vampire Kings had it all a woman could desire and Jasmine was the complete opposite of what the kings were.

Join Jasmine's story to find out how she deals with the storms, a roller coaster of emotions, and finally, her destiny whilst her life unfolds as well as the reality of her identity. After all, Jasmine might not be a human at all and her past might not be what she had assumed .....

"I will marry you. Wait for me!"
Mabel woke up. She had that dream again. In her dream, a man said he would marry her. Just a dream.
Five years ago, she was set up by her stepsister and became pregnant out of wedlock. She lost everything, including her baby.
Five years later, she was forced to marry her stepsister's fiance, Jayden, who was sick and going to pass away.
Having no choice, Mabel decided to marry Jayden, not expecting that Jayden was the man...

I married into a top-tier wealthy family in place of my sister, to a man who was on the brink of death. His unexpected recovery left everyone disappointed. When he learned that I had successfully conceived through artificial insemination, he calmly and cruelly said, "Which do you prefer, surgical abortion or medical abortion?"
Four years later, our twins returned to Aurora Bay and scorned their father, "What's the use of being handsome? A useless coward like you doesn't deserve our mommy!"
Desperate to win us back, he began to plead frantically, "Babies, I'm sorry. It was all my fault!"

Her future was set in stone; in just three months, she would become the first Alpha female of her bloodline.

Life felt like a dream until one day, it turned into a nightmare. That day, Aife learned that the vicious beast elders brought up as a way to scare children wasn’t just a fruit of someone’s imagination.

He came out of the shadows to prove he was real: the pack was under attack, warriors fell at her feet and she was forced to make a choice that would shatter her reality. “Her. Give me her and I will let the remaining ones live. Give her willingly or I will take her after I finish slaughtering the few pack members you have left.”

To save them, Aife agreed to leave with the man who slaughtered her pack. Little did she know her life would be at his mercy from the moment he threw her over his shoulder. In a matter of hours, Aife lost the title of the future Alpha and became the beast’s possession.

I'm Sophie White, an orphan who was arranged to marry Bay City's most powerful devil—the ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome Adam Foster.

"Adam, please..." I whimpered as his touch set my body aflame. From the bathroom to his massive bed, he claimed me relentlessly until dawn, leaving me breathless and burning with desire.

But beneath our passionate nights lurked a terrifying reality. My fairy tale marriage became a nightmare of obsession and control. He monitored my every move, threatened my unborn child, and kept me prisoner in his golden cage.

Everything changed the night he led me to his secret basement—a chamber of horrors where his own father had tortured him for five years. As I stared at the chains and shadows of his past, I finally glimpsed the broken soul behind those cold eyes.

Was this vulnerability real? Or was I falling deeper into the trap of Bay City's most dangerous predator?

Just when I thought I knew all his secrets, I discovered something that would shatter both our worlds forever...

On our third anniversary, I planned to announce my pregnancy, only to find my husband expecting a child with another woman
"It’s just for an heir," he pleaded, trying to trap me in our marriage.
Heartbroken, I hid my secret, served him divorce papers, and vanished.
When I returned to the spotlight, I wasn't alone. Beside me stood the city’s most mysterious and powerful tycoon.
My ex, crazed with jealousy, pinned me against the wall. "You are mine! Come home!"
But the tycoon pulled me into his arms, his gaze icy. "Back off. She belongs to me now."
In this three-way battle for my heart, who will be the ultimate winner?

Married for three years, my husband Luca never touched me.
His heart belongs only to that bitch: my sister, Wendy.
I waited for him for birthday, but he celebrated her winning the dance competition championship.
As soon as she returned to the country, he kicked me out of the company and made her chief secretary.
On the day of the divorce, I fucked him hard：Wendy would only get second-hand goods.
As a result, I got pregnant.
——
Luca thought he didn't love Olivia, but after signing the divorce papers, he realized she was completely different.
His ex-wife is irresistibly charming, he can't help wanting to kiss her...
One day, she suddenly disappeared.
He stood in the empty room, recalling their one and only time making love.
His cock thrust deep into her pussy, the pleasure so intense it made his scalp tingle.
Oh no... where is she now? He's going insane...

A group of werewolves brutally killed Willow's friends in front of her. In extreme fear, a giant wolf with horns, Kaizen, appeared and tore the other werewolves to pieces and saved her. Willow fainted from shock, not knowing that the one who saved her was the prince of the wolf royal family, let alone that she was his destined mate.
Kaizen is the grandson of the King of Hell. When he calmed down, he realized that he had killed many of his own kind in an unconscious rage for a mortal he had never met. On this day, he went from a noble prince to a wanted wanderer. Willow knew nothing about this, let alone that there was a completely different supernatural world beside the highway.


“I know. To be honest, I’m just glad I got my mate.” He said touching my hair. “Sorry…. You’re really soft and Fuck Knows you’re so small… It’s calming.”
“I don’t mind.” I said quietly, and he looked like a kid that just tried candy for the first time…And I felt like this was the first time I’d ever had my head touched.
He pet my hair, gently dragging his hand down to my neck… His thumb on where he bit me should have been painful… but instead it was almost as if there was a connection that ran from my neck straight to my core… holy cow.
“I find it cute that you don’t swear much.” He commented smoothly….. he sounded a little huskier. “My urge to be marked by you is so strong, I can’t think straight….”

Olivia, who had been in a deep slumber for a thousand years, was awakened and embarked on a journey to uncover her true identity.
Skilled in witchcraft, array formation, and magic, she was a master of all.
The vampire ancestors were so frightened that they fled away, exclaiming, “This terrifying woman is still alive! We can’t provoke her!”
The monster hunters pleaded to Olivia, “Please take in this thousand-year-old monster!”
The priests also begged Olivia, “We are all your descendants. You must revive our career!”
Olivia gave a cold smile. But how did she become a vampire?

After finding out that he had a year left to live. Alpha Logan Wolfie, requested for six months, where he could only live in a carefree and unhindered manner. In other to numb the pain and sadness in his heart before he fulfilled his mother's wish, to give her an heir who would become the next Alpha of the Pack.

"You will produce an heir before the curse takes over..."
Those are the very words of his mother. He hated commitment, and deep down in that dying heart of his, he wanted someone to love, even if it was just for a day before he died but he never thought that someone was a human girl.
Akira Ross, the woman, with zero knowledge about wolves and their existence, the woman that got the cure to his curse, just with the taste of her blood and lips.
Will Akira be able to cure the curse that runs in his bloodline and will she be able to accept the beast she loves is an Alpha?

"What the fuck? You Left hickeys on my neck?" I yelled, "Why didn't you tell me that you left those stupid pieces of stuff on my neck, I was practically telling the whole world that I had a passionate night?"
"Stupid! They aren't hickeys, I branded you?"
"What I do not understand?" I asked, he smirked, moving closer as his breath met my neck.
"I just stick my claim on you, you are mine now, that is my mate mark on you."

"I reject you, Elara. You are wolfless, weak, and unworthy."

Those words were meant to hurt me. Humiliated by Alpha Kade in front of the whole pack, people expected me to run away and give up. Instead, I did something unexpected. I dried my tears, turned my back on the man who broke my heart, and walked directly toward his greatest enemy: Alpha Ryker.

Ryker is a nightmare. He is a scarred, ruthless warlord known as the "Butcher." He is cursed, dangerous, and feared by everyone. He needed a fake wife to secure his inheritance, and I needed protection. We signed the contract in blood.

But once I entered his fortress, everything changed. I learned that Ryker isn’t just a monster; he is a man in pain, and my touch is the only cure for his madness. As our fake marriage turns into real passion, a shocking truth comes to light.

I was never wolfless. I am the White Wolf—a legendary Royal with the power to command nations.

Now, Kade realizes he threw away a Queen. He stands at my borders, begging for forgiveness, ready to start a war to win me back. But he is too late. The weak girl he rejected is gone. The woman in front of him is the Blood Moon Luna, and she doesn’t forgive.

“Agapi (Love)” purrs a voice, a rich velvety voice as hot breath hits against my ear, sending shivers down my core making me whimper.

“Words Principessa (Princess)” comes another soft yet firm smack to my ass.

“Please” I whimper. My need for them growing.

“Please what?” asks another.

“What is it that you want? Say it Neonata (Baby Girl)” commands the dominating voice in the group.

“Take me! I can’t bare it any longer” I cry. Tears threatening to fall from behind the blindfold.

“See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” asks one of the voices, as I suddenly hear the smirk behind it.


Isabella Moretti has always been a Princess. That is until her father seeks the help from four powerful men. Lucus, Grant, Alex and Tony are these men. Not only are they powerful but also leading men of the Mafia, each dominating in the office, streets, and bedroom. From wanting what they want to sharing just about everything.

Broke and endanger, Isabella has no choice but to marry not 1 but 4 of these powerful men, each offering pleasure in ways she could only dream of. But with 2 other families after her, can Isabella survive the madness? Or does acknowledging one’s deepest desires prove to be much, forever ruined by these notorious men?

Nicole Salvatore is a news reporter and the little sister to José Salvatore, a police detective.

Contrary to her knowledge, her brother is a mafioso. In his bid to get her brother, Roman finally sets eyes on Nicole Salvatore and is obsessed. He swears she will be his.

...He kidnaps her.


"Hmm." I slide my hand down her shirt and see that her tips are erect. She gasps as my hand makes contact with her body. The glare she sends my way gives no clues but I know better. Once I reach the hem of her shirt, I slide my hand inside her shirt and up. I hear her let out a deep breath.

"You could have hurt yourself," I tell her, producing the small fruit knife tied to her upper thigh by her lacy underwear.

Her eyes widen when I flip the knife in the air between us and catch it.

"You wanted to kill me?" I ask her. "With a bread knife?"

“Elena, I’ve found my fated mate… and I’m marrying her…”After waiting a year for her husband to return home from war, Elena Dooley didn’t expect that instead of hugs and kisses, she would be welcomed by a royal decree legalizing her husband’s second marriage with his mistress. Suddenly, Elena was pushed aside from being a Luna as if she were the third party between the two. But being born into a warrior pack and the daughter of an Alpha of the most respected and powerful warrior pack, Elena stood her ground. She asked for a divorce that would totally take a toll on Bryson’s family. With marriage in ruin and a heart bleeding from betrayals, would Elena trust a man again to be her mate after she rose to be the great warrior she always dreamt to be? Especially if she met the King’s brother, Prince Deacon, who was feared by the kingdom and the Rogues so much that he was given the title of god of war.

Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance.
The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What’s worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them.
Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!

I was raised by the Smith family for twenty years. The moment their real daughter returned, I was kicked out without hesitation.

The position of design director? Given to the real daughter.
The marriage worth a fortune? Also given to her.

The whole company waited to see the “bastard” make a fool of herself.

Until a globally limited motorcycle, one of only twenty in the world, stopped at the company entrance.
A roguishly handsome man leaned over it and said, “Sis, come home with your brother.”

The entire Smith family was stunned speechless.

Only later did they learn—
I was Master A, the artist that masters around the world lined up to meet.
I was the holder of every award winning patent in Smith Group.
And I was the daughter of the legendary family as wealthy as a nation. The true heiress.

The powerful CEO pulled out the long sealed engagement contract, a faint smile on his lips.

“So it turns out… you’re my fiancée.”

【This book is expected to be divided into two parts, comprising four volumes, telling a fantasy story about the struggle for the power of the five primordial elements on the Werewolf Continent. Many strong, resilient, and charismatic characters will appear.

Volume 1: Captive of the Ice and Flame Wolves (Completed)
Volume 2: The Price of Thunder (Completed)
Volume 3: Free Haven (ToIn Be WrittenProgress)
Volume 4: Children of the Earth (To Be Written)

Tip：
Volume 3 will meet readers in early April. At that time, you can search for "Free Haven" within this APP to read the new book.】

"You're just a lowly Omega!"

The moment Kane spoke those words, the last shred of hope in Ella's heart shattered. She had once believed that in the ten-year hell of the Blood River Pack, he was her only light. She had taken whippings for him, cooked his meals, held him close through frozen nights. He had promised to mark her, promised to give her a home. But after returning to the Silver Moon Pack, he married a noble Beta's daughter, poisoned their four-month-old child with wolfsbane, and coldly told her when she begged, "That child should never have come into this world."

When she pressed a glass shard to her own throat in a desperate stand, when she took a silver arrow meant for Alpha heir Julian just for a chance to escape her past, when she wore Luna's gown standing before the cage that once held her—Kane finally panicked.

But she was no longer the Omega who would cry for him.

She would survive, even if it meant becoming a blade in another man's hand.

"K-Kai..." I stutter, my voice trembling as he pushes his finger in deeper, making my pu*sy tighten around him instantly. He begins to pump his finger back and forth in a punishing motion that makes my head swim.

“Can that bastard make your cunt fucking wet like this with just a touch?" Kai growls, his face inches from mine. "Will your tiny, hot pu*sy grip his finger to death like this? Or is that just meant for me?"

He suddenly adds another finger and pumps even deeper, the friction causes an overwhelming sensation to bloom in my lower belly. Oh fuck, I'm about to c*m in the arms of a monster!


Lyra Diamond’s eighteenth birthday ended in a nightmare. Instead of shifting into a powerful wolf, she was labeled a wolfless failure, rejected by her fated mate, and framed for theft by her own family. Her punishment? Death.

But Prince Kai, the lethally handsome heir to the Lycan kingdom, has a darker plan. He decides that he wants her after having a taste of her.

Claimed as the Prince’s personal slave, Lyra is dragged to the elite Krypton Academy. Forced to scrub floors for the arrogant Lycan who haunts her dreams, she must survive a den of royal vipers and the family who stole her life.

But as Kai’s touch awakens a forbidden fire between them, Lyra realizes the truth: she isn't a weak human. She is a power the world hasn't seen in a millennium…and she’s done playing the victim.

Warning: This book is rated 18!

Stella sacrificed her body for Adrian, only to discover she was nothing more than a replacement for her sister, Clara. Adrian deeply loves Clara and sees Stella as nothing but a gold digger. Heartbroken and betrayed, she decides to leave and start a new life. But when she walks away, Adrian desperately tries to get her back, offering money in exchange for her love. Just as he thinks he can take her back, Stella’s five mafia brothers appear. They glare at Adrian, sneering, “She’s our mafia princess. You’re not fit to have her.”

All Kimberly Callahan wanted was one unforgettable night with the boy she secretly adored—Jason Travolta. What she never expected, however… was to kiss his twin brother. 

A stolen moment behind a mask. A forbidden kiss that tasted too perfect to regret—until a scandalous photo spread across campus, making headlines among the crowd. Now Kimberly finds herself trapped in a fake relationship with Jett Travolta, the twin she was never supposed to touch.

To make matters worse, her mother has just married their father.

Living under the same roof as the Travolta twins was never a part of her plan. Loving one and loathing the other should’ve been easy—until the blurred lines turned into a dangerous spark. 

One kiss changed everything.

Now, she was trapped between two brothers and every step she took brought them closer to dangerous attraction and affections.

But the real question is:

Was it ever truly a mistake… or fate in disguise?

SLAP
"You think I’ll let Cassian take the fall ?"

"He’s my son. You? You’re just a face I regret making"!!.

Lucien was born with a secret.
One even he didn’t understand.
One his father always knew — and hated him for.
While his twin, Cassian, lived a life of freedom, Lucien lived locked behind doors, punished for simply existing.

He wasn’t allowed outside.
He wasn’t allowed to live.
He was hidden. Forgotten. Broken.

Until one party changed everything.

A mafia princess was hurt.
Cassian was to blame.
But their father made sure Lucien paid the price.

That night, Lucien was handed over to Zayn Kingsley —
A billionaire mafia heir.
One of the Eight who rule the city from the shadows.
He has two wives. A daughter. And a dying father whispering:

“Give me a son. A true heir. Or lose everything.”

Zayn doesn’t believe in weakness.
He doesn’t believe in love.
And he definitely doesn’t believe in men like Lucien.

Zayn is cold. Ruthless. Homophobic.

But what Zayn doesn’t know…
Is that Lucien carries more than pain.
He carries a secret that defies biology, logic, and everything Zayn thought he knew:

🩸 Lucien can bear an heir.

And what started as punishment becomes obsession.
What started as hate begins to burn into something forbidden… and terrifying.

Alyssa never expected her life to get this bad. A sudden rogue attack wiped off her pack, turning her into a mute and wolfless orphan.
She once believed that being mated with her crush Ezekiel was compensation for her miserable life. However, it just made her life worse. What could be more suffering than your fated mate unwanting you and even your child?
Ezekiel already picked himself a perfect Luna but fate gave her a mute mate. And owing to his father's last words, he had to marry Alyssa to get his rightful Alpha position. He married her yet kept their relationship unpublized. He hated her but wasn't ready to let her go.
Everyone believed Alyssa would bear and wait like she always did until Ezekiel finally could make a decision. He's her husband, her mate, and her Alpha, and taking in everything he wanted without complaining was her duty. No one expected she would be the one who asked for a divorce and even dared to run away carrying his heir.
Ezekiel swore to make this little omega pay but why did his heart break when she returned smiling at some other guy?

"W-Wait… what if he walks in and sees us?" I gasped as Alexander's hands slid up my thighs, his body pressing me harder against the door.
"Let him," He let out a low, wicked chuckle, his lips grazing my neck. "Then he'll finally see exactly how badly his wife needs to be fucked."
Desperate to forget her crumbling marriage, Chloe makes one impulsive mistake—mistaking a billionaire for a stripper. What should have been a fleeting moment of passion turns into something far more dangerous when she learns the truth. Because the man in her bed isn't just powerful, he's one of the most influential men in the country. And he's decided he's not letting her go.
Now, Chloe is caught between a husband who never loved her and a man who refuses to walk away. Will Alexander King be her dirty little secret, or will she surrender to temptation and let him own her in every sinful way?

"I, Alpha Dante of the Crimson Fang Pack, reject you, Sera, as my mate and Luna."

He never knew those words would cost him everything.

Cast out and broken, Sera fled into exile and into a secret she swore to protect with her life. Three years later, she returns to the Continental Alpha Summit not as the Omega he discarded, but as the Twilight Sovereign, ruler of the Lunar Lycans and mother to a son Dante never knew existed.

Asher changes everything.

His existence shocks the Council, threatens the powerful, and makes him a target. When enemies Sera thought she understood begin moving against her son, she realizes the danger runs deeper than rivalry, someone has been pulling strings since before she was ever rejected.

Including Dante.

But the truth about that night is more complicated than betrayal, and the mate bond she has spent three years trying to destroy refuses to die. With assassins closing in, ancient prophecies awakening in her son's blood, and a war she can no longer avoid, Sera faces an impossible choice between the vengeance that kept her alive and the truth that could rebuild everything she lost.

The Council made one mistake. They let her survive.

🌶 Warning: Mature content 🌶

Feeble. Small. Helpless. A nuisance. The little pet human. That's what I was to the pack. What I had always been. The Luna's little charity project. A small and inconvenient liability.

My name is Calla Winters and I am the only human ever known to be part of a wolf pack. The Everglade Pack. I am Alpha Cassius' and Luna Atheia's adoptive daughter. The child they chose to save from certain death, and keep as their own.

I was used to it. And it didn't even bother me that much. My packmates' pitiful stares. Their occasional jokes and jabs. It was the norm after all. A constant reminder that I never had and never will truly belong. I was an outsider. A less fortunate creature, destined to never know the touch of the Moon Goddess. The magical feeling of a spiritual bond.

But then...he happened. The impossible. Alpha Lycan Leonidas Delantes. The beast. The monster himself. The rabid Alpha Lycan that held his pack under a reign of terror. The creature that everybody feared.

One whiff. One certain look in my direction. That was all that it took before all hell broke loose. Before I found myself touched by the Moon Goddess, and cursed for eternity.

Fiona,a hardworking and career oriented woman, swears off love or any romantic relationship, due to a severe heart break she faced back in college. One that left her traumatized, and paranoid, which she still struggles to heal from.

She couldn’t decline a three-week Christmas reunion set by her childhood friends, which required everyone to come with their partners. Not wanting to be the only one without a partner, she convinces Nicholas, a young intern at the company she manages, to pose as her boyfriend for the reunion. Only for her to come face to face with the one person she dreaded most, the man who broke her and abandoned her years ago, now her best friend’s husband. How does she survive under the same roof for three weeks with a man who was her first love and also left her shattered?

What should have been a simple reunion for three friends and their partners turns into something darker, bearing dirty secrets.

What happens when the secrets she thought she buried at the reunion comes back to bite her, just as she starts to find love again?

“Keith…” I breathe, rather wickedly as a hint of a smile appears on my lips. “Are you…aroused?” “Would you stop?” he bites out. “I have a beautiful girl in my arms - I can’t help how my body reacts.” “Oh, sure,” I tease. “Stop. Moving.” “You know, I’m surprised you saved me,” I begin, wanting to annoy him even more. “Especially because you think my behavior is so - oh, what was it? Immoral?” “Just because you’re an immoral minx, it doesn’t mean you deserve to be hurt,” he says dryly. A minx, huh? -- I‘m pro anti-matebond. My wolf City, however, allows us to mimic the scent that each individual werewolf prefers. She makes men obsessed with me. They think they’re in love and will do anything I ask of them. I used my charm and saved my bff from her abusive mate, the beta of Lock Heart pack. While his alpha, Keith, a mate bond believer, have my charm disabled…

"Sign it," Logan said coldly, raising three fingers. "First, don't file for divorce unless I allow it. Second, last at least three years of marriage. Third, take care of each other's business. Because really, we're just strangers."
Victoria's hands trembled as she stared at the contract. "What I need is my daughter's life. What you need is your freedom. Let's not pretend this is a gift."
Once, Logan was the powerful CEO of Dallas Corp. Now, after a tragic accident, he is bound to a wheelchair, consumed by hatred and loss. Victoria, desperate to save her dying daughter, offers him a deal, help her child live, and she will help him reclaim everything stolen from him.
But what begins as a loveless marriage of convenience soon becomes a dangerous entanglement. In a world of betrayal, secrets, and burning grudges, neither of them expected that this contract could awaken something far more dangerous than revenge—love.

"Truly, you're a very beautiful girl. And that's why I see you fit to be my kitchen maid." That was what he had told Iris when he took her to his house for tea.

Iris Welland is broke, heartbroken, and just trying to survive.
She is twenty. In university and running her sick father’s pizza shop.
Then Liam dumps her like he’s afraid of her.
No reason. No truth. Only fear in his eyes.
One night, she gets into a stranger’s car in the rain and he gave her the job of being his kitchen maid.
Big mistake.
Soon, Iris learns the truth.
He and four other powerful men are tied to her in ways none of them fully understand.
One ran at first.
One lives through violence and control.
One sees everything and says little.
One is running out of time.
Many other Alphas are watching and ready to come to town.
Worse, Armari’s father wants something dangerously powerful only Iris can produce.
Loving is no longer trustworthy but temptations overload.
As secrets and danger rise, Iris must choose who to trust and how much of herself she is willing to lose.

Henry was overly cautious in his previous life, missing countless opportunities to improve himself, and ultimately witnessed the tragic murder of his girlfriend, filling him with regret and helplessness. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been reborn 24 hours before the apocalypse, armed with the memories and experiences of his past life.