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Tiara was born into the lowest rank of the pack, a breeder, a wolf destined only to birth heirs for others. After losing her parents, she became the pack’s shadow, overlooked, ridiculed, and treated as nothing more than property.

But everything changes the night Alpha Damien, the heir to the pack’s throne, feels the undeniable pull of fate. His wolf claims Tiara as his mate.

There’s just one problem.
“It’s forbidden for a breeder to be bonded to an Alpha.”

The pack demands he reject her, and tradition threatens to tear them apart. But fate has secrets even the elders don’t know. Tiara isn’t who they think she is. Hidden in her blood is the truth of her lineage: she’s not just a breeder… she’s an Alpha herself.

Now Damien faces an impossible choice:
Abandon his rank and crown to be with Tiara…
Or break their bond to keep his power, a choice that could kill them both.

When love collides with destiny, and secrets ignite war within the pack, can Tiara rise from the ashes of shame to claim her true place and her fated Alpha?

I spent three years warming his bed, nursing him back from the brink of death, and playing the perfect stand‑in for the woman he truly loved. He never marked me. He never claimed me. The moment his real mate returned, he tossed me aside like a broken tool, sneering that I was nothing but a low‑born servant.

But he forgot one thing – my blood can break ancient curses, and a dying king has been hunting for me across the continent. When my so‑called sister tried to humiliate me at her welcome banquet, I smiled and offered her a cup of tea. By midnight, her voice was gone.

Now my ex watches from the airport as I board the Lycan King’s private jet. He finally realises he threw away the only wolf who could have saved his pack – but it’s too late. I’m not going back to being his shadow. I’m going to the capital to become his queen.

I was born golden. Special, my mother used to say, blessed by the moon goddess herself. But two years married to Alpha Damien Callum have taught me that being golden just means being used for what you are. Not loved or cherished. So when my own power finally claws its way out of me one night, when I nearly kill the man who’s been beating me for two years, I don’t hesitate. I run.

I thought disappearing into the army under a stolen name would be enough. I thought I could bury who I was and just survive. I was wrong.

They call him the Gravemaker. The Malrek. The most feared beast in Kaelmoor, brother to the king, a man who slaughters his own soldiers without blinking and swore he’d never take a mate. The moment he catches my scent, everything I thought I knew about safety, about freedom, about myself, comes apart in his hands.

He doesn’t want me. I don’t want him. But the bond doesn’t care what either of us wants, and neither does the war coming for all of us, a war that might just need the very power I’ve spent my whole life running from.

I survived my husband. I’m not sure I’ll survive this.


Warning: This book is Rated 18!!

Warning: This book contains 1V4 reverse harem, pornographic elements, etc. Please make sure you are 18 years old or older to read.

The Demon Emperor Hades· Azazel, who has been sealed for 10,000 years, is about to break the seal and reappear on earth to destroy the world.
According to the prophecy, Elemental Master Isabella·Jones shoulders the task of finding the reborn Child of Light and leading them to fight against the devil.
Among the five candidates for the reborn Child of Light, four are male, but the most suitable one is the only female, the princess of the human kingdom, Nova Smith.
The five candidates officially embarked on the road of learning elemental power and saving the world, but the four male Child of Light candidates with different personalities fell in love with Nova at the same time. Faced with the pressure of having four powerful partners at the same time, Nova felt overwhelmed...

Selena Kane lives her life by rules. But one stolen kiss with a stranger at the Ashford Grand Hotel caught by every camera in Manhattan,sends her entire world spiraling.

The stranger? Jayden Ashford, Billionaire Tech heir. To calm the media storm, he offers her a deal she can’t refuse: pretend to be his fiancée.

Rule 1: Don’t be seen with anyone else.
But an unplanned kiss shatters their fragile trust and lands her in trouble with the billionaire heir.

As she steps deeper into his world, she uncovers secrets she was never meant to know, secrets that could destroy them both. And now, an enemy wants her silenced.

As the line between loyalty, desire and betrayal blurs, one question remains: will Jayden forgive and protect his woman from the enemy or has he been the enemy orchestrating it all from the very beginning?

“Shades of THE HUNGER GAMES permeate a story centered around two courageous teens determined to buck all odds in an effort to regain their loved ones. A believable, involving world, recommended for those who enjoy dystopian novels, powerful female characters, and stories of uncommon courage.” --Midwest Book Review, D. Donovan, eBook Reviewer (regarding Arena 1)ARENA 3 is book #3 in the Bestselling Survival Trilogy, which begins with ARENA 1, a free download. After nearly freezing to death on their trek north, Brooke and her small group wake to find themselves in civilization. They have found the utopian city, hidden deep in a remote stretch of Canada. They have heat, food, comfortable beds, clean clothes, and security. Finally, they have made it.As Brooke recovers, she meets the mysterious survivors who inhabit this city, and who vie for her love. She trains again, enhancing her fighting skills greatly under the wing of a new mentor, and matures into a woman. Brooke soon realizes, though, that being safe and secluded is not all there is to life. When she hears rumors of survivors underground, deep in America, fighting to restore order from the inside—her Dad possibly amongst them—Brooke finds herself facing the choice of a lifetime: to live in this perfect place, free and safe for the rest of her days, or to embark and fight for others’ freedom. It would be a journey, she knows, back through post-apocalyptic America, this time traveling west, across its breadth, in search of the rumored survivors, of her father. She would have to fight her way through a land transformed by apocalypse, try to survive a never-ending stream of dangers, roving packs of violent gangs, with few resources and fewer supplies. It would be a two thousand mile trek to a certain suicide. And if she leaves this utopia, she knows, there is no coming back.Yet that is not the worst of it: something else lies in her way. Arena 3. The greatest arena left in what was once America, the most brutal and dangerous of them all, the one from which no one survives. The one, she knows, that would test the very limit of all that she is.Will she risk it all for others?An action-packed dystopian thriller featuring a tough female heroine whom readers worldwide have fallen in love with, ARENA THREE is the shocking conclusion to the bestselling Survival Trilogy, and one that will leave you turning pages late into the night."Addicting...ARENA ONE was one of those books that you read late into the night until your eyes start to cross because you don’t want to put it down." –Dallas Examiner

The night of the Choosing Ceremony was supposed to mark Sasha’s beginning. Instead, it becomes her undoing. Betrayed by the mate she trusted, shattered by the friend she loved, humiliated before the eyes of her pack.
But just when she feels like all hope is lost, an unexpected twist in the form of the exiled heir, Ronan, claims her with a truth that shakes her very soul.
“You were never his, Sasha. You were mine from the beginning. You bear the mark that only I can see…it changes everything.”
As old secrets stir and forbidden desire grows, Sasha’s world is set ablaze. But this time, she refuses to surrender her fate. Amid ancient prophecies and tangled loyalties, she will fight for a love and a future that is truly her own.
In a world ruled by destiny, sometimes the bravest thing you can do is choose yourself.

Lily Hart is desperate for a fresh start and uses her brother’s connections to land a job as the secretary to Adrian Blackwood, the cold yet magnetic CEO of a billion-dollar empire. But Adrian, haunted by his mistrust of women and battling an intense attraction to Lily, subjects her to menial tasks to drive her away. During a business trip, their simmering tension explodes into a passionate affair, but Adrian forces her to sign an NDA and plans to fire her. Everything changes when Lily discovers she’s pregnant.

Fearing Adrian’s wrath, Lily tries to leave quietly, but Adrian uncovers her secret and accuses her of trapping him. He fires her and has her dragged out of his office, leaving her heartbroken and determined to start over. Years later, Adrian tracks Lily down in a small town, now raising their two-year-old daughter. His attempts to reconcile turn into a battle of wills as Lily resists his manipulative efforts to reclaim her.

Just as their bond begins to heal, Adrian’s fiancée resurfaces, bringing chaos and revealing dangerous family secrets. Torn between love, betrayal, and redemption, Adrian must protect Lily and their child from his family’s sinister schemes before it’s too late

"Do you think you can do it? You look far too tight to take me inside you."
"Then break me, use me until my body remembers everything about you. Isn't that what you want?"
Consumed by desire and the scent of pheromones, the omegas of the Ironhowl pack find their mates in the most peculiar ways, falling in love with their greatest enemy, their daughter's best friend, or a werewolf hunter.
Discover the romance stories of each of these alphas and omegas, who will teach you that there is more than one way to love and enjoy each other, because between fated mates, pleasure is endless.
Join them as they discover their destined mates and their unique ways of loving them.
This is an erotic Omegaverse werewolf novel that includes all kinds of couples and fantasies.
Warning. This is a collection of stories featuring dark romance, forbidden acts, and intense passion. Reader discretion is advised regarding the sensitive themes in this story. Intended for readers 18+ only.

She was born with cursed with scales, but painted herself white to survive.

As the Princess of the most wealthy and feared ruler ,she was married off to the clan’s golden heir, only to have her newborn son murdered for being "impure."

Framed and sentenced to death,she died with hatred in her heart.

Now, reborn on the day before her tragedy, she chooses to walk into death herself, only to be saved by a mysterious man in red.

Marked by a crimson dragon tattoo and carrying his child, she returns to the clan that betrayed her.

They think she’s still the weak, painted princess, but they’re wrong.

This time, the Mixed-Scale princess will wear her true scales... and make them all kneel.

“LOVE LIKE THIS creates a world of emotions and turmoil, describing superbly the mind of a young lady (Keira) and her struggles to balance her social life and her career. Sophie Love is a natural storyteller. LOVE LIKE THIS is very well written and edited, and I highly recommend it to the permanent library of all readers that appreciate a romance that can be savored during a weekend.”--Books and Movie Reviews (Roberto Mattos) LOVE LIKE OURS (The Romance Chronicles—Book #3) is book #3 in a new romance series by #1 bestselling author Sophie Love. The series begins with LOVE LIKE THIS (Book #1), a free download!Keira Swanson, 28, returns to New York City, this time with Cristiano in tow. Having him in New York, and having him meet her family, is culture shock for them both.Keira is soon assigned a new article, her most important yet: a 30 day trip to Paris—with Cristiano in tow. Her assignment: to find out if their love can last in a foreign country, on new ground for them both.As Keira and Cristiano take the romantic trip of a lifetime to Paris, they find their love tested in unexpected ways. When a surprise twist comes their way, everything changes.Can their love withstand it?A whirlwind romantic comedy that is as profound as it is funny, LOVE LIKE OURS is book #3 in a dazzling new romance series that will make you laugh, cry, and will keep you turning pages late into the night—and will make you fall in love with romance all over again.Book #4 will be published soon!“Sophie Love's ability to impart magic to her readers is exquisitely wrought in powerfully evocative phrases and descriptions….[This is] the perfect romance or beach read, with a difference: its enthusiasm and beautiful descriptions offer an unexpected attention to the complexity of not just evolving love, but evolving psyches. It's a delightful recommendation for romance readers looking for a touch more complexity from their romance reads.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan re: For Now and Forever)

Luciana Falcon, an Alpha's daughter with a false identity and the next in line to be Luna, who desires a love life, is under pressure to marry one of the Alphas who approaches her for marriage, despite her declinations. However, she meets her fated mate, the Alpha she has been secretly in love with since childhood, who had a one-night fling with her during her heat.
Amarok Lycaon He is a tyrant. He despises fated partners. He is every girl's fantasy. He ruled the pack as he darn well pleased. An arrogant, cold-hearted infamous Alpha who thinks only of himself. However, when Luciana becomes pregnant and publicly reveals Lycaon as the father of her child after being dragged and disgraced by her people. Lycaon Amarok denies it and allows Luciana to lose her title and be expelled from her pack...

When twenty-two-year-old Sofia Martinez is dragged from her quiet bookstore life to pay for her dead father's sins, she never expected her kidnappers to be four dangerously handsome mafia heirs. Cassian plans every move like chess, Rafe's fists solve problems his heart can't handle, Luca's charming smile hides deadly secrets, and Nikos treats emotions like weaknesses to destroy. They took her to settle a blood debt, but now they can't agree on what to do with her—because they all want to keep her. As bullets fly and betrayals cut deep, Sofia discovers that her father wasn't just a debtor. He was hiding the truth about her real identity: she's the lost daughter of the most feared mafia queen in history. Now four men who were supposed to be her captors are ready to kill anyone who tries to take her away. But in a world where love and loyalty are bought with blood, Sofia must choose between the safety of escape and the dangerous power of ruling beside the men who stole her heart along with her freedom.

My name is Charlotte. I'm the daughter of the senator of Seaside. I have grown up around the ocean my whole life. I have maids and servants who help me dress, and who cook for me. Im trying to escape an arranged marriage to an old, ugly senator. Mr Waterford. I tried to go to a witch in the woods, and somehow someone found out about it. They hanged her. I knew that the King of Pirates would visit her often, and some believed that he was a witch as well. I did not know. I have never meant the king of pirates. I had heard that he had died, and now his son was the king. On the night of my arranged wedding, I decided to run away. I ran to the nearest pub, where I met a mysterious stranger.
" What is a girl like you doing here?"
" Shhh, please don't say anything."
I try to get by him, and he stops and grabs me by the hand and drags me toward the docks. I recognize the pirate ship. I try to pull away from him, and he won't let me go.
" What are you doing?"
" Im taking you with me."
Little did I know that would seal my destiny. My view on what is wrong and right would change. I would be thrust into the world of witches ,pirates and mermaids.

Adele Mayfield has spent her entire adult life chasing perfection on the ice as a figure skater. She's closer than ever to qualifying for Nationals, the one competition that could finally launch the career she has always dreamed about.

But when the man she thought she was building a future with squanders the money meant for their lease, her life begins to fall apart.

Evicted and out of options, Adele and her boyfriend Jayden have only one place left to turn: the penthouse belonging to his older stepbrother.

Vaughn Livingston. Hockey captain of the Stallions, one of the league's biggest teams, temporarily relocated to her city after a hazard left their arena unsafe for practice. Now Adele has to live with the very man she already shares a rink with.

He's supposed to feel like family. He doesn't. Every time she catches him watching her, she feels it everywhere she shouldn't, like the moment the apartment is empty, the moments when he doesn't care that she's off limits

It's entirely worng but her body doesn't seem to care. Every time Jayden walks out the door, Adele finds herself counting the hours until he's gone, and dreading the second Vaughn is alone with her, brother's girlfriend or not, she can feel exactly how madly he wants her

With Nationals closing in and his championship on the line, neither of them can afford this. Every stolen hour under his roof is a risk neither of their careers will survive if it comes out

One wrong move could cost Adele everything she's worked for. One more night could cost her the ability to stop.

During a trip to Athens, in the ancient temple of Apollo, Cecilia's life changes forever. Gerardo is deeply hurt because his ex-girlfriend Beatriz has broken up with him and has committed herself to a new man, his best friend, just two weeks after ending things with him. Desiring to forget his painful past, Gerardo travels to Greece and there he meets Cecilia. Both share a love for ancient sites; she is a beautiful journalist who is studying the temple of Apollo for a report. But amidst hundreds of tourists, they experience an attack by werewolves, with Cecilia and Gerardo being the only survivors. What do these monsters seek in the temple of Apollo? And why do they look at Cecilia as if they want to devour her and possess her at the same time? Gerardo wonders if he is capable of defending this beautiful young woman and facing supernatural beasts, but Apollo will grant him what he needs to defeat the Lycans. Cecilia will have an intimate connection with Gerardo, joining him forever, and later, when she is kidnapped by the Alpha Lycan of the pack, he will reject her upon discovering the truth.

Lunara Throneborn was born to be queen.

Blessed with hair the color of moonlight and eyes like liquid silver, she carries the ancient bloodline of the Alpha Kings, the rightful ruler of all werewolves. But she has one flaw. She is human. A werewolf without a wolf.

Her parents are ashamed of her. Her twin sister, Aurora Throneborn, blessed with a wolf though weak, is being groomed to steal her throne. They are twins, but Lunara is the eldest. And they look nothing alike.

To hide their embarrassment, or perhaps to mock her, Lunara is sent to Vicjen Royal Academy, the most elite werewolf institution in the world, with her identity concealed. She is ranked at the very bottom. Human. Powerless. Invisible.

But the Moon Goddess does not make mistakes.

Four Cardinal Alphas, blessed warriors destined to protect and claim the true Werewolf Queen, are waiting within the academy’s walls. They do not know who she is. She does not know what she is. But when her dormant power begins to stir, responding to their presence in ways she cannot control, everything changes.

One can read her mind and control her body with a smirk.

The second burns with obsessive fire and will destroy anyone who hurts her.

The third commands wind and lightning with the calm of a king.

The fourth can awaken wolves with a touch. But will he awaken her?

Four alphas. One throne. A queen who does not know her own power with mates who swear their loyalty to a false queen.

At Vicjen Royal Academy, hierarchy is everything. Lunara entered as the lowest. But she will rise. And when she does, the entire werewolf world will kneel.

⚠️ MATURE CONTENT WARNING (18+)
The Alpha’s Mercy: A Night of Mad Desires is a work of dark fiction intended for adult readers aged 18 and older. This story contains graphic and explicit content, including:
Explicit Sexual Scenes: Highly detailed and "mad sex" encounters.
Dark Romance Themes: Includes power imbalances, slave/master dynamics, and age-gap relationships.
Betrayal & Infidelity: Graphic depictions of orgy scenes and extreme sexual betrayal.
Violence & Cruelty: Scenes of physical abuse, "face slapping," and intense psychological revenge.
Mature Language: Use of strong, unfiltered language throughout

Soleil
I met Quillon when I ran from home. He was rude. I expected that from a rogue like him, but he still offered help. Or maybe I pushed him to help? It doesn't matter.
There was no way I thought I'd be safe outside the comfort of my home, but with him, I felt free and in solace. But he was so broken, shattered, and I don't know why I kept feeling like he was keeping something...
Quillon
She came the day I decided to give up. Being the Alpha King's target for years and concealing myself so I wouldn't be found has been a pain in the ass. But this woman came, and my mind was set that I wouldn't help her.
Then, after letting her pass out outside my tent, I found out that she was my mate. I was thrilled to know I got a fated one, but I decided to conceal our bond. So she wouldn't know that she was mine... and I was hers.
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If you have read Call Me Alpha and Alpha of the Shadows, Quillon was mentioned in these stories. Its better if you read those books first so you'll have a better understanding of Quillon, my love.
Anyway, enjoy reading!

I pulled my lips away.

"You like that, my little pixie?"
She nodded as a small moan escaped her lips. She looked up, closing her eyes as I continued pinching and twisting her little nipple.

I leaned forward, biting her neck to taste her sweet blood. She moaned as I drank from her neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her body started trembling from the sensations she was feeling.

A pixie princess tries to escape her arranged marriage by becoming a vampires thrall. Will she succeed or will she be forced in a marriage with a man who killed her first love?

Reyna Valenti has spent her entire life living in her sister’s shadow. Isabella is the daughter who gets everything she wants, while Reyna is expected to swallow her pride and keep the peace.

But everything changes when Killian Kozlov, the ruthless mafia king, enters their lives with one intention: to make Isabella his bride.

Killian has his own reasons for marrying into the Valenti family, reasons that have nothing to do with love. His plans are carefully laid until he meets Reyna.

Sharp-tongued, defiant, and completely unimpressed by his power, she’s the one woman who refuses to play by his rules. And the more he wants her, the more dangerous his carefully constructed plans become.

He came for her sister. He wanted revenge. He never planned on wanting Reyna.

This book is Rated 18!

Seokga was once a god—arrogant, untouchable, reckless enough to bed a goddess herself. For that sin, the gods threw him into chains and carved his execution in blood.

But that wasn’t the truth. He wasn’t killed for lust. He was killed because of the mark he carried—an Eclipse Sigil, a forbidden power no god should possess.

Reborn as the weakest son of a tyrant bloodline, cursed with blocked veins and chained to a paralyzed mother, Seokga’s life should have ended in humiliation. Instead, it begins anew.

He will crawl through the mud, spit in the face of fate, and rise with power stolen from gods, beasts, and demons. His enemies will call him cursed. The world will call him forbidden. But Seokga? He’ll call himself exactly what he is—
The man who will burn heaven and hell alike.

What happens when a writer gets stuck in her own bad novel?
Liandra Amorsolo is a struggling writer who has spent years pumping out web novels, forgetting the plot of every single one.
Unfortunately, she gets pulled into the werewolf story she wrote at eighteen: Rejected by the Lycan King, I Rise on Top. Ten years later, she can barely remember what happens next—except that she is now Carmilla, the evil villainess destined for ruin.
To stay alive, she has to navigate fake drama, crazy romance clichés, and characters who suddenly have minds of their own.
Worse, one of the male leads just cornered her, growled, and said, “You’re mine.”
…What in the world is she supposed to reply to that?

Vivian "Viv" Rossi has been in love with her best friend, Josh Sterling, since they were both ten years old. Theirs is a classic "Opposites Attract": she is a fiery, struggling abstract artist who smells like turpentine and lives in a chaotic loft; he is the tailored, meticulous CEO of Sterling Enterprises, living in a sterile, modern skyscraper.
​Josh is destined for the "Perfect Marriage" to a legacy heiress a cold, corporate merger disguised as romance. Viv has always accepted her role as his safe space, the keeper of his secrets, and his only true escape.
​But three months before Josh’s engagement is set to become an irrevocable wedding, the decades of tension between them ignite. In a moment of mutual, frantic vulnerability, the line between "best friends" and "lovers" is utterly destroyed.
​Terrified of losing their history but incapable of stopping the attraction, they make a devastating bargain: A Friends with Benefits arrangement, valid only for ninety days. No strings. No jealousy. No love. Just a final, private goodbye to the "what-ifs" before he steps into his predetermined future.
​As the wedding countdown ticks down, the unattainable nature of their relationship becomes a torture. Viv must hide her devastating, unrequited love while watching Josh plan a wedding he doesn't want. Josh, locked in his family’s expectations, realizes the only person who has ever truly seen him is the one he is preparing to abandon.
​The Silver Lining Vow is a high-emotion, contemporary Realistic Fiction romance that explores the agonizing space between duty and desire. When ninety days expire, they must face the ultimate choice: a life of empty prestige, or the chaos of risking everything for a love that was never meant to be.

Everyone in Night City fears Sebastian Locke.

The ruthless billionaire. The monstrous Alpha. A predator who could tear a man apart with his bare hands.

But when he meets me, he runs.

My name is Ophelia Hayes. To my family, I'm a helpless girl they can humiliate, manipulate, and sell to the highest bidder.

How adorable.

They don't know I was raised to kill. They don't know my tears are fake, my innocence is a weapon, and I've already buried men far more dangerous than them.

Then someone starts watching me.

Black roses appear outside my window. My belongings are touched. Every man who threatens me meets a terrifying fate.

My secret admirer is a monster.

And the strangest part? He seems more afraid of me than I am of him.

Sebastian thinks he's stalking his prey.

Poor thing.

He has no idea I'm already choosing a collar for him.

I gave him my innocence. He gave me a public rejection.
I gave him my everything. He handed me rejection on a silver plate.

I thought I would be saved by Alpha Kael. I thought that this internal heat of ours meant we were fated. The morning after I gave myself to him, he didn't claim me—he broke me. "You are a traitor's daughter," he announced before the whole pack. "I reject you."

Shattered and humiliated, I fled. I welcomed death. But fate was cruel: I was pregnant.

Three years later, I had to go back to the place where I'd been broken. Not for love, not for revenge. My secret son is dying, and the only cure is in Kael's blood. I plan to steal it and disappear. But I underestimated the Alpha. He caught me in the dark. He locked the door. And this time he looks at me, not with hatred, but with hunger.

"You stole from me, Maya," he growls. "Now, you are mine."

Hypothetically speaking, can an Army Ranger war games strategist and an environmental scientist bent on saving the planet fall in love at first sight? Romey Capulano knows that marrying Jordan Spinelli is the most logical, expedient, and practical way to save the farm commune she’s lived on her whole life. But when the pragmatic-minded, hydroponic gardener says I do, she’s surprised to find her heart speeding up when he makes his vows, her hands tingling when he slides the diamond on her finger, and her breath quickening as he leans in for the kiss. Succumbing to the notion of love was not a part of her plan, and she’s sure it will ruin the platonic relationship that she and the genius Army Ranger have planned out for themselves. Jordan Spinelli is certain he’s coming down with something the day of his arranged marriage to Romey. Why else would his blood run hot, his palms sweat, and his heart keep skipping beats? Better he catch an illness than feelings for the level-headed soil scientist. Because falling in love was not a part of their carefully constructed, peer-researched marital agreement. As the two try to navigate a loveless marriage, unknown forces keep pushing them into each other's arms. Divine acts keep pushing their lips within kissing range. Unspoken desires keep causing their hearts to face the inexplicable truth; the unquantifiable math that all adds up to the obvious. But will Jordan and Romey be able to admit to themselves, and each other, that their platonic vows are a shame because they just might have fallen in love at first sight?

Evelyn's life changed when a hot sexy neighbor moved into the apartment next to hers, Walt Andrews. A divorcee and an ex-mafia boss. Her only aim in life was to work hard to be a strong and independent lady, so she could bring her parents' killers to book and take revenge like she promised them on their deathbeds.

She had a one-night stand with the boy next door, Walt Andrews, and got pregnant for him. They both agreed and signed a contract to get married for One year for the Child's sake, plus Walt was willing to help Evelyn with her revenge.

But what happens when Evelyn finds out that Walt Andrews had once been married and had two children from two different women??

How would she face the truth when she learns about the real reason why Walt Andrews married her??

And what would happen when she finds out that the man she has been married to was once a Mafia boss??

On the night of her Luna ceremony, Elara Vance stood before the whole Silver Moon Pack, waiting to be named. Instead, her fated mate, Alpha Declan, rejected her in front of everyone, called her a traitor, and cast her out into the cold.

Broken and bleeding, she was found by the one man every wolf is told to fear: Kane Blackwood, Alpha of the enemy Blood Fang Pack. He does not pity her. He claims her. Kane is dying under an ancient curse, and the girl Declan threw away carries the only blood that can save him.

Now Elara lives in the lion’s den, sharing a roof, a bed, and dangerous glances with the Alpha her people call a monster. But someone forged the proof that destroyed her, and when Declan finally learns the truth, he’ll crawl back begging.

Too late, Alpha. She’s not your Luna anymore.

Two different people who shared the same fate…

One is a demon alpha while the other is just a human.

Her life feels as if it's shrouded in the mist.

"Who is a friend and who is a foe? Or is everyone from her pack a foe?"

She can't tell.

" Is the one approaching her through the mist?"

"Is it a devil or an angel? Have they come to save her or to destroy her?"

The truth is in front of her but she's finding it extremely hard to know the truth.

Even the faintest mist can't hide the truth.


Diego has been searching around the whole pack just for a virgin maiden who would be able to retrieve his dead lover who died pathetically.

Finally, he found one but it seemed heaven was making a joke on him as the only virgin he found during his thousands of years of search happened to have the exact face as his dead lover Annie.

The worst scenario for Diego was the moment the lady whose name is Nadine felt any slight pain he too wasn't left out as he felt the same way he did.

She cries and he cries also.

The moment she's not breathing the moment he stops breathing also

Would Diego want to risk anything to retrieve his dead girlfriend?
Find out as we drive into the journey.

Isabella Vaughn was poisoned by her husband Marcus and his lover Serena, dying in his arms for her pharma empire.
She awakens on her funeral day, reborn in the body of Lila Harrington, the dazzling heiress engaged to Julian Blackwood, heir to her family’s fiercest rival.
With a new face and enemy access, Isabella vows revenge. But Julian notices the change: sharper eyes, hidden secrets.
Trapped pretending to love the man who might see through her, her vengeance could destroy them both.

On the eve of the World Championship, my head coach's wife drugged me.
She personally destroyed my throwing arm and gave my starting jersey to her new substitute lover.
Even to "maintain the body" for that cheater, she disregarded my life and forcibly drained 1200 ml of my rare blood type.
She confidently declared, "In less than three days, he'll be crawling back to me like a dog."
I didn't make a scene; I calmly signed the divorce papers and dialed the number of that billionaire heiress.
Later, her cheating lover was disgraced and kicked out of the team.
She traveled halfway around the world, knelt at my wedding, and plunged a knife into her chest, begging me to come back.
I just coldly watched the security guards drag her away:
"Hurry up, don't dirty my wife's estate."

My mate walked out of our son’s birthday party for his old flame.
Then he gave her child the protection charm he had made for ours.
So I gave my son thirty days to stop waiting for a father who never came.
On day twenty-eight, Eli looked Gavin in the eye and called him Alpha.
On day thirty, our mate bond would be gone.
Gavin thought we would always be there when he came home.
He didn’t start chasing us until our plane was already in the sky.

When I was injured and hospitalized, my husband, Adrian Hale, was still giving me the silent treatment over his ex-girlfriend.
 
During our worst fight, he told me, "If Vanessa and I wanted to be together, you never would have become Mrs. Hale."
 
After that, I became the kind of wife he'd always claimed to want. I stopped asking questions. I stopped checking when he would be home. I stopped arguing when Vanessa called.
 
Yet, that was when Adrian began reporting every detail of his day, avoiding Vanessa, and trying to come home early. On my birthday, he canceled a trip to Europe and flew back overnight to surprise me.
 
I should have been moved.
 
Instead, I hid in the kitchen and whispered to my best friend, "We're getting divorced. Why is he going to all this trouble?"
 
She laughed. "Adrian Hale is rich, gorgeous, and finally acting like a husband. Are you sure you won't regret leaving him?"
 
I thought about it.
 
"No," I said. "I think I'll finally be able to breathe."
 
Something dropped to the floor behind me.
 
I turned. Adrian was standing in the doorway, looking completely ashen.

During the SATs, someone in the exam room went completely mad, screaming about a freezing apocalypse and ghouls eating everyone in the world. Everyone laughed at him, but I was the only one frozen in shock.
Because the pendant on my chest, which could warn me of danger, was emitting an unprecedented, blazing alarm...

In my family, there was always room for Eden. There was never room for me.

At dinner, every dish was my sister's favorite: truffle risotto, seared scallops, chocolate soufflé. When she won a prize, my parents toasted her until the glasses rang. When I mentioned my own business, my mother laughed and called it a hobby.

I stopped waiting to be chosen. I learned to stand in the corner and let Eden take whatever she wanted next. My favorite doll. My high school boyfriends. Even my fiancé.

Then I met Knox Ryland.

He was the first person who ever put me first. He noticed what I loved. He defended me at a table where no one else would. Even if my family couldn't see my worth, he said, he always would. When he called me his one and only, I believed him. I truly thought there was a man in this world who would never look past me.

For eighteen months, we tried for a baby. Every month ended in disappointment, and every month he held me and said, "We have time."

Then I came home from a trip early, desperate to surprise my husband. Instead, I found a text on his phone, a grainy black-and-white sonogram, and a name I had known my whole life.

My sister was pregnant. And the father was my husband.

I didn't scream. I smiled, kissed him goodnight, and quietly began to plan. Because I finally understood something: some people will always take what's yours, and some will always let them. I was done being the one who let it happen.

One last trip. One last night under the stars. Then I would disappear from his world for good.

Knox may tear the city apart looking for me. He'll beg, he’ll bleed, he'll burn everything he owns to get me back.

But it's too late.

The woman who loved him is gone.

On a storm-stranded island villa, Clara Hayes wakes after a vicious bachelorette party to find four women dead—among them her former best friend, bride-to-be Vivian Sterling. Branded the obvious killer, the discarded ex must fight a locked-room mystery, class prejudice, and a carefully staged narrative as buried trauma, betrayal, and revenge surface through rain-soaked glass, shattered flutes, burned letters, and one untouched bottle of soda.

Beneath the sprawling oaks of Bramblewood University, my parents hovered like proud paparazzi. In the center of their screens stood Liora, my childhood best friend, and Kael—my boyfriend of four years.

They stood pressed together, Liora's blonde curls brushing Kael's jawline. My parents shouted directions with absolute adoration. You'd think she was their flesh and blood, or the one wearing his promise ring.

I waited in the periphery for twenty minutes. Just one photo. That was all I asked. But my mother's eyes never left her glowing screen, completely blind to her real daughter suffocating in the shadows.

"I still haven't heard back from any firms," Liora sighed, slipping into a practiced pout.

Kael's focus instantly snapped to her. "Hey, don't stress. You can always work at my agency. I'll make sure you're taken care of."

"Send me your resume tonight, Leo," my dad chimed in eagerly. "Your first job sets the tone for your career. You absolutely cannot settle."

Before I could speak, my older brother, Joren, jogged across the lawn. He breezed right past me, zeroing in on Liora. "Don't panic about the job hunt," he promised. "My department is expanding next week. I'll personally fast-track your application to the top."

Our mother died broke. Three months later Camilla Castellano drove down to Atlantic City and offered to take my sister and me into her family.
One of us she would adopt. Her name, her money, her protection for life.
The other would marry her only son, the man who runs that family after her.
We had to pick that night, before either of us had laid eyes on him.
My sister picked first, and she picked daughter. The wife's the one they shoot at, she said. And a woman that rich doesn't come shopping in a place like this unless something is badly wrong with her boy.
Nothing was wrong with her boy.
So I got the son my sister didn't want, and Rafe Castellano spent three years sure I had worked my way to him on purpose. He took the family's accounts off me and handed them to my sister. He told a room full of people that a life with me turned his stomach.
Two weeks before the wedding, I asked his mother to change the bride.
He didn't believe me. He wouldn't come to the church. He signed the license without reading the name above his own.
He lifted the veil that night to tell me he was sorry.
I wasn't the one underneath it.

After five years in a long-distance relationship, I boarded a more than 10-hour flight without telling him, touched down in the city where he lived, all to give him a surprise.
Hardly had my phone connected to the local network when I scrolled across a post pushed to my feed from the same city.
The title read: What’s the thing you’ve done that you’ve never regretted for a single second?
The top comment stared back at me, sharp and unmistakeable:
I got him drunk and slept with him on the day we graduated college. Back then, he promised his girlfriend he’d never see me again, but his heart softens the moment I cry. Now our kid is 4 years old, and I’m pregnant with our second baby!
The comments below were flooded with questions, and someone asked outright: OP, are you the other woman?
She replied with unapologetic audacity: The one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker. Besides, that woman was abducted and molested before. She’s long been tainted, and she never deserved him in the first place.
My fingers began to shake uncontrollably. Every single detail lined up perfectly with my own life.
Desperate to calm my heart, which felt like it was about to hammer out of my chest, I stepped into a roadside convenience store to buy a bottle of water.
The second I looked up at the checkout counter, the blood in my veins turned to ice in an instant.
The woman standing beside the cash register was none other than Su Miaomiao—the same woman who’d lain in the same hotel bed with Lu Sinian on that night of our college graduation.
My feet felt nailed to the floor as I watched her walk out of the store with a smile on her face.
The very next second, she threw herself into the arms of a man across the street, tilting her head up to kiss him in a sweet, lingering embrace.
That man was Lu Sinian. My husband. The man I’d legally married, the man I’d spent five years in a long-distance relationship with, the man who’d vowed over and over again to love me and protect me.

On Thanksgiving, I take an emergency mansion cleaning gig to cover my rent. The second I step into the master bedroom, I freeze. Hanging on the wall is a huge wedding photo. The groom is my husband — but the bride beside him is not me.
Liam has built an entire secret family. Worse still, my own parents and brother happily join his fake perfect life. Even my beloved young son has grown attached to another woman. When my husband finally confronts me and reveals another devastating truth, I leave with a broken heart.
Years later, when my ex-husband and all those traitors come crawling to beg for mercy, I will never soften for them again.

We both married the wrong men. It killed us both.

My past life was hell—my violent temper disgusted gentle Alpha Ashen, his weakness suffocated me. We were toxic together. Meanwhile, my sweet sister Elena married brutal Alpha Karl of Dark Moon Pack, only to get slowly tortured by his manipulative childhood sweetheart until she couldn't take it anymore and jumped.

Now I'm back. Wedding day. White dress. Same disasters waiting.

I tear off the veil and storm to Elena's room: "We're switching places."

She gets the gentle Alpha who'll worship her kindness. I get the ruthless bastard and his scheming little princess.

Let's see how that scheming bitch handles a Luna who fights back.

Five years after I walked away from Marcus, the Alpha of the Stonecliff Pack, I received an invitation to celebrate the birth of his heir.
Just as the guard reached for my invitation, Marcus's voice sounded behind me.
"Don't bother. Let her in."
He strode past without a backward glance, already heading toward his guests.
I handed the invitation to the guard anyway and waited until he'd checked every line before stepping inside.
Marcus was waiting just beyond the doors, wearing a smug smile.
"Say whatever you want. You still came back."
He tilted his head, looking me over with undisguised satisfaction.
"You've been lurking around Stonecliff all this time, haven't you? How else would you have known about tonight?"
I only smiled and kept my silence.
Five years ago, Marcus had traded me for the Alpha's crown and marked my closest friend, Celeste, right under my nose. That was the night I'd sworn never to have anything to do with him again.
I tried to walk past him, but he caught my wrist. His thumb brushed my skin as he lowered his voice.
"I'm glad you came back. Behave yourself around Celeste and my pup, and I might still have a place for you."
I yanked my hand free and looked past him at the two high-backed chairs positioned side by side in the center of the banquet hall.
One belonged to Rowan, the Alpha King of Silverpine and the last heir of the royal Ashford bloodline.
The other was reserved for me, his Luna Queen.

For two years my mother told the whole town that my sister Zoe was in a hospital in Switzerland.
She shut the heat off in my room with a wrench, because Zoe's ward is kept at sixty-five degrees. My dinner was always cold, because Zoe can't keep solid food down. I never got a birthday cake, because Zoe hasn't had one since she was seventeen.
The day I won the state 1600, she pulled the medal off my neck in the parking lot and didn't say one word the whole drive home. Then she walked me down to the basement, dropped it on the floor, and ground it under her heel until the ribbon came apart. She took a picture of it lying there. I'll send this to your sister. So she knows her little sister is keeping her company.
She came back down that night with a pair of garden shears. I fought her. She got a fistful of my hair, put my head over her knee, and cut it all off, because chemo took Zoe's.
Then I found something down there my mother never meant me to see.
My sister isn't where she said. And she isn't sick.

My beast companions are in the middle of my medicinal soak when a soft, dramatic little "ow" drifts in from outside.

Vex, my wolfkin companion, drops my leg. Brom, the bearkin, jerks his hand and a fortune's worth of elixir spills into the water.

They crash through the floor-to-ceiling window and bolt outside without a single glance back — all for some ordinary girl.

I'm still staring at the broken glass when a stream of glowing blue text pops up out of nowhere.

[The main character Ivy literally fake-tripped in the garden and these two idiots jumped out a window for her!]
[Honestly, the original side character Lillia had it so rough. Backstabbed by her own companions, dies a miserable death, and they end up in Ivy's entourage…]
[And she never even figures out what's happening. Just suffers through the whole thing without a clue.]

I read through all of it, and one thought slowly rises: seriously?

If my companions won't behave, just get new ones. Simple.

I go straight to my mom, and before I've even finished talking, she's already pulling me toward the door.

"Any beast that turns on its master isn't worth keeping. Come on, baby — let's go pick you out some new ones. Mom's paying, so make it the most expensive ones they've got."

On my wedding day, I ran, still in my wedding dress not because I wanted to, but because my mother had a car accident.
By the time I got to the hospital, Lucia Vitale, Finn’s mother, threw a five-million-dollar check at me and told me to leave her son.
Before I could even respond, the door was kicked open.
Finn stood in the doorway.
He raised his phone and played a forged recording.
“My mom needs the money… I know I’m not good enough for him… I’ll leave him…”
He didn’t listen to my explanation.
He dragged me out of the hospital room, shoved me into a car, and took me to the Vitale estate on Long Island.
The room he locked me in had bars on the windows.
There were listening devices hidden in the walls.
“You’re my wife,” he said coldly.
“What’s the difference between a wife and a prisoner?”
For six months, I endured his imprisonment and endured him bringing women to the room next to mine.
The women he brought home.
Every night, their moans echoed through the walls.
Meanwhile, Finn was on a private island, celebrating his mistress Isabella Moretti’s birthday.
A forty-million-dollar island.
A heart lit up in the sky by drones.
Isabella said,“he never loved you. You were just a mistake.”
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.
But I knew one thing: escape, or face death.

During routine rounds, I never gave Linus Crewe a second thought. Nineteen years old, diagnosed with persistent hallucinatory disorder, just another trust fund kid tossed into the psych ward like garbage by his own family.
But that day, he locked eyes with me and claimed that the moment his skin touched someone else's, he could see their deepest, darkest secrets.
I scoffed. As a female doctor who married into money, harbored a thirst for revenge, and kept a secret lover on the side, someone seeing through my facade was my ultimate nightmare.
I thought he was just playing mind games.
Until he recounted, word for word, things even my husband didn't know. He just smiled and said: Then tell me, Dr. Hollister... why is your heart racing when you look at me?

This was the most miserable Christmas I had ever experienced.
On Christmas Eve night, my husband brought his mistress home and demanded that I, his pregnant wife, leave with nothing.
On this day, I lost my husband and also lost the child in my womb...

They pulled my husband Beckett’s car out of the Avery River at four in the morning.
I was sitting in the reception area of the Ardenvale police station, having waited all night. Everyone thought I was just the pathetic wife—the one who had been humiliated at her mother-in-law’s birthday banquet, went home early, and panicked when her husband never returned.
No one knew that from the moment I dialed 911, this was exactly the news I had been waiting for.
He was dead. And I was the one who made it happen.

On the night my grandmother died, my husband Kael came home trailing blood.
His leather motorcycle jacket was soaked dark red, yet he flashed a savage grin: "I wiped the floor with those bastards tonight!"
For three years, he had treated our home as nothing more than a pit stop between reckless street races.
I’d finally had enough. "After the funeral, we're getting a divorce."
Before the words fully left my mouth, my phone rang. It was his riding partner, Lunn, his voice choking with sobs: "Sera... Kael drove off the cliff tonight. They only recovered bloody pieces of his helmet!"
But the "dead man" was standing right in front of me...