7628 Book(s) Related to the forged saint

At first, I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world, at least maybe the sacrifices I had made over the past five years would pay off.
But I was wrong. I was just a replacement for Luna, whom no one ever wanted.
I was abandoned by Alpha, my husband, on our fifth wedding anniversary, for the woman who had left him.
What hurt even more was that the child I had raised with all my heart and soul ran into the arms of her biological mother, as if I had never meant anything to his.
Rejected, discarded, and cast out-all of it destroyed me. It felt as if the whole world had rejected me.
But just when I was about to disappear, fate brought me to the beginning of a resurrection I never imagined.

Alexander's lips crash against hers, urgent and consuming, his hard dick pressing against her throbbing pussy, igniting a primal ache. His hands seize her breasts, fingers teasing, before his teeth graze her nipple, biting softly, sending shivers as her body arches, slick with need.
Olivia Harper wakes with no memories. Everyone tells her she's madly in love with her fiancé, but her dreams suggest otherwise. Until the ruthless CEO Alexander Blake confines her, his voice a husky purr. "Forgotten? Perfect."
Memories surged: he had pinned her in a car, her sobs were raw. Why did his possessive eyes burn with grievance?

Five hundred years ago, he was a king. A dragon. A man feared by kingdoms… and loved by the one person who destroyed him.
She was his queen. His betrayal. His end.
Now he’s awake and she doesn’t remember him.
Imelda thought she was escaping her broken life when she left America for a trip to Italy. Instead, she walks into a forest, follows a voice she cannot explain… and frees a chained man who should have stayed forgotten.
A man who calls her Amber. A man who swears she stabbed him through the heart. But the world is not what she thinks it is.
He has a kingdom buried beneath modern cities. A loyal commander who has waited centuries, a past that refuses to stay dead, a power that bends reality itself.
As memories begin to surface and truths start to fracture, Imelda realizes something. She didn’t just wake him up, She triggered a war between love, memory… and fate.

The Wife I Forgot to Love

Helena believed she knew every detail of her marriage: the exact time her husband came home, precisely how long the chicken needed to rest, the sound of Damian’s laughter when something truly made him happy. But there was another laugh—one that was never meant for her—hidden behind a door that never quite closed.

When Helena discovers a photograph that shatters everything she thought she knew about her marriage, the carefully built life she’s clung to begins to unravel in silence. Camila Calloway isn’t just a name. She’s the answer to questions Helena never dared to ask out loud.

As the truth slowly comes to light, Helena must confront not only betrayal but also the part of herself that chose not to see what had been right in front of her all along. With the unwavering support of her sister, Cassidy, and burdened by a past that has shaped her more deeply than she’ll admit, Helena embarks on a journey of heartbreak, resilience, and self-discovery.

This is the story of a woman who learns to love herself before deciding whether she can—or should—trust someone else with her heart again. It is a journey of healing, redemption, and the courage to begin again, where every chapter brings her one step closer to the woman she was always meant to become.

Because sometimes, losing everything is the only way to find yourself.

And in the end, after all the pain, anger, and tears, only one word remains to capture it all:

Always.

"Citizens, come forth and celebrate the deathly marriage of His Highness, Shin Wang."
The loud announcement outside the bridal palanquin startled him awake,
pulling him out of slumber and plunging him into confusion.
Mingzhe, once a revered Snow Deity, had lost his divine power
as faith in the modern world withered.
He awoke in the body of a doomed male servant,
forced to marry a ghost bride in his master's stead.
Dread and gloom smothered the entire bridal procession.
An unsettling chill emanated from the manor, sending shivers through all who entered.
Even the attendants' faces were laced with unease.
The wedding venue was engulfed in chaos…
But Mingzhe?
He wasn’t afraid of a little chaos—only of being bored~♡
Well then!
Marrying a malicious spirit might just add some thrill
to his post-deity retirement life.

I was standing in the corner of the room. His eyes were on me, stripping me naked. “Strip!” One word echoed in the room and my heart sank in the pit of my stomach.

“Uncle, please! It's wrong!” I whimpered while trembling with fear. Men like him were known to hurt.

“If I come over, it will not be good for you.” His piercing gaze was back on my face as his voice boomed in the room.

With trembling hands, I tried to unzip my wedding gown. Tears welled up in my eyes, I could no longer control them. I let my gown fall on the ground. “Your underwear as well!” He growled again at me. Humiliated in front of the man I thought would never hurt me, I had no other options but to obey him.

………….

On Ariana's 18th birthday, she wanted to tell her father about her future plans. She was a brilliant student, getting ready to join college on full scholarship. But her life turned upside down when her father's step brother, a ruthless mafia Lord, Enzo De Luca, forcefully married her in order to spare the life of her father. Will Ariana ever get out of Enzo's golden cage and live a life she had dreamt of? Or will she perish in that Golden cage?

Sara Chen never wanted to be Luna but when her manipulative stepsister forces her into Alpha Ronan's brutal mate selection, everything changes and Sara's life takes a turn when she is stripped of her wolf and Alpha Ronan declares her his mate only for Sara to discover his true mate is her own sister Carla. Trapped in a nightmare marriage and pregnant with either Ronan's child or her cheating ex-fiancé's, Sara flees for her life. Five years later, she has built a new life as a healer with her twin sons but when fate brings her face to face with Ronan again, her carefully constructed world shatters. As war threatens between packs and a dying confession reveals a devastating truth Ronan must fight not just to keep his mate and children, but to prove his love is real before his past abuse destroys his chance with the family he never knew he needed.

That night on the cliff was supposed to be the end.
But it became my beginning.

I woke up in a stranger’s home a new face, a new name, a new body, a new life.
Years later, I walk into his world again.

Then I met him again.

He doesn’t recognize me.
I don’t remember him.

Derek Cole proposed to Vivian Ashworth with sworn devotion, only to murder her father, swap his life-saving medication, and steal her family’s empire. The man who promised to protect her left her broken and betrayed, ready to burn everything down for revenge. But Vivian has a secret shadow guardian. Kael, a deadly silver-eyed panther shifter, has waited six years for her. Bound to her by an old life debt, he lives only to defend her— and slaughter anyone who hurts her. Now Vivian rises to reclaim her stolen throne. She wants ruthless revenge. He wants only her. Derek took her empire. He never knew he’d anger the fanged beast who burns the whole world for his one and only queen.

My son died on his fifth birthday, waiting for a father who never showed up.
I found out why at the lake—Cole had his mistress pinned against the boathouse wall while our five-year-old took his last breath alone in a clinic bed.
Selene was pregnant. Selene was Grayridge. And Selene knew exactly what she'd done to my son before I ever said a word about a curse.
Cole hit me for defending myself. Then he threatened to strip my title if I touched her again.
Fine. He wants to protect his mistress? He can do it broke.
Every dollar that rebuilt this town came from my family—and I'm taking it all back, starting with the ranch he thinks is his.
But the bone shard I found in my son's jacket says this isn't over.
It says someone wanted him dead before he turned five.

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

To save her family, Blair was betrothed to Arthur Hamilton—the second son of a family possessing both immense power and wealth.

Yet, on the very day she was scheduled to meet Arthur, she was unexpectedly thrust into the room of his older brother: Rupert Hamilton.

Rupert had assumed Blair was merely a delicate woman in need of protection, but he soon discovered a side of her that was both dangerous and captivating. He fell instantly in love with his younger brother's fiancée.

Now, fiercely possessive and utterly obsessed, Rupert must not only confront her hidden past but also fend off the "savages" who covet her heart.

"Who gave you permission to marry my brother? You belong to me."

"My mom was always right, you're a cheap whore who sells her body for money!" Richard yelled in anger

Gabriella's easygoing life takes a turn for the worse when her boyfriend catches her in bed with another man who turns out to be his arch nemesis and the most powerful CEO, Simon Grey.

No one including her boyfriend believes her innocence and Simon takes advantage of this and forces her to be his wife against her wishes with no way of escape.

What happens when Gabriella finds out that she is just a pawn in Simon's game to destroy Richard?

Will she be able to escape Simon's clutches or does fate have other plans in store for her?

A vampire can only share a blood pact with one mate. My husband, Duke Vincent, and I have been in love and bound by our pact for ten years. Back then, he swore his loyalty to me before the vampire gods.

But today, as his cursed first love lies dying, he hands me a vial of the oblivion draught and forcibly breaks our bond.

"Elara, Camilla is dying. Just give me three days. Let me fulfill her dream of a blood wedding."

"I don't want you to hurt. This draught just causes temporary amnesia. Once the wedding ends in three days, I'll go to the capital and get the antidote. You'll remember me, and we'll bind a much grander blood pact."

I stare at his uncompromising expression. Then I take the vial and swallow the potion without a second thought.

What Vincent doesn't know is that I brewed this oblivion draught myself.

There is absolutely no antidote.

In three days, I'll not only forget him completely, but I'll also head to the human capital to start my new job at the Royal Potion Workshop.

To get the only targeted drug for my sister's sudden rare disease flare-up, I knelt before the city's elites in a grease-stained janitor's uniform and barked like a dog. My wife in name only glared at me with absolute disgust, cursing that I was worse than a dog. The chaebol heir even crushed the medicine bottle under his shoe, forcing me into a "no fighting back" death match in the underground black market.

Enduring the agony of broken bones, I survived ten brutal rounds, only to be handed swapped poison and witness a monstrous fire engulf the clinic.

Watching my sister's life-support indicators gradually fade in the sea of flames, and looking at the female doctor whose legs were shattered while trying to protect her, I shed no tears.

I calmly pulled a glass shard from my ribs and took out the black satellite communicator I had kept hidden and sealed away for three years.

"Command received, Supreme Commander."

Tonight, I will make the chaebols of this city completely vanish from the face of the earth.

I never knew my parents. Never knew what it means to be loved. All I have ever known was pain, and death. The death of every man I was trained to put in the ground.

I was an orphan nobody came back for. And that made me easy to mold into an assassin that hunts and kill criminals.

My agency buried me inside a life that wasn't mine — a foster family who never knew what was living under their roof.

I cooked during the day, moved around like a servant, and at night, I killed. Everything was smooth, until my foster family's greed pulled them into business with the most dangerous criminal organization on earth, and they took me with them.

There was no walking away from that world. And there was no hiding in it either.

My path collided with one of the most feared Don alive — Xavier Carlos— a man who has never lost anything he decided to keep. And the moment he saw me, he decided to keep me.

He had no idea I was sent to destroy criminals like him. But I had a problem, he wasn't like the other criminals I had killed. He was a criminal with a heart only I could see, and the more I spent time with him, the more I wanted him alive.

But that is not even my biggest problem anymore. His stepbrother, who was also his second in command became obsessed with me in a way that scares me more than Xavier ever could.

Xavier wanted everything, Lucas wanted me. And he will burn everything down, including Xavier, to have me.

So that leave the biggest question, will I kill Xavier? or would the two brothers end up destroying themselves over me.

“My name is Elijah Wright,” he said, his eyes sparkling with confidence. He extended his hand, his smile charming. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my soon-to-be wife.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. My heart stopped. I was sure I must have heard him wrong. There was no way he had just said what I thought he said. I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. But then he repeated it, his words dripping with sincerity, and I knew it was true.

“You’re joking, right?” I asked, my voice shaking. I took a step back, my eyes fixed on his face. Elijah’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He took a step closer, his hands reaching out as if to grasp mine.

“I’m afraid not,” he said, his voice low and husky with emotion. He paused, his gaze intense. “You see, I can’t bear the thought of you leaving me.” His words were laced with vulnerability, his eyes pleading. He took another step closer, his face inches from mine. “You have always been in my heart,” he continued, his voice cracking with emotion, “and now that we’ve found each other again, I will not let you go……

They took everything from her and thought she'd bow down. But in a marriage of convenience with a mysterious librarian/Billionaire, Ava is about to reclaim her life, one shocking revelation at a time.
A forced marriage to a man she barely knows is the last thing Ava Patel wanted. But when her family leaves her no choice, she finds herself tied to Liam—a man whose gentle care makes her feel things she never expected.
As his kindness and affection pull her in, Ava discovers that her husband is living under a false identity, concealing secrets that could shatter everything she believes.
Why would a billionaire hide his true self? And what secrets from the past threaten to tear them apart just as Ava starts to fall?

Seven years ago, Ronan Blackwood—Alpha of the Beastman Clan—endured 999 lashes and defied the Council's exile to bond with me, a human.

He swore before the gods I'd be his only mate, forever.

But when his childhood sweetheart Camilla was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he dissolved our soul-bond at the Underground Court.

Then he handed me a glowing vial—the Seven-Day Oblivion.

"Sia, I need seven days to give Camilla a proper bonding ceremony before she dies. This potion will make you forget me temporarily. No pain, no memories. After the ceremony, you'll take the antidote and love me again. Then we'll re-bond."

He promised this separation was temporary. That I'd still be his only true mate.

What he didn't know: the potion was forbidden. There was no antidote.

I stared into those amber eyes that once bled for me—and swallowed it anyway.

In seven days, I'll forget him completely.

"You taste sweet." He chuckled darkly from between my legs.
This time, a full on scream left my mouth. It was too overwhelming. I groaned, burying my face into the pillow beside me. Chanting his name.
He became aggressive, grinding his tongue against my clit. I moaned as he started to work the tip of his tongue into me. It was driving me to madness. He used his mouth to pleasure me, seemingly without a care as to how much pleasure it actually brought me and something about that made me feel even more desperate, made my body crave it even more.

I let out a relieved groan,I lay still with heart racing and tried my best to catch my breath. His warm hands stroked my body again, trailing up my body. I shook from the pleasure of his fingers wrapping around my nipples.

They said I shouldn’t exist.Heaven calls me a sin. Hell calls me a weapon. I stopped caring what they thought a very long time ago.
Geminia, half light, half shadow, Half hell half Heaven if anything like that was ever possible but i was proof that the universe has a twisted sense of humor. My blood burns with Heaven’s fire and Hell’s fury, and some days, I can’t tell which side is louder. I was meant to keep balance between them… but balance went straight to hell the second he showed up.
The Angel of Death himself.When he looks at me, it’s like the world holds its breath. He shouldn’t want me, and I sure as hell shouldn’t want him… but tell that to my heartbeat every time he says my name. The power I’ve been controlling reshaped me into something else..something neither Heaven nor Hell could touch and it could and would never be undone.

"Legs, clamped so tight?"
In the darkness, the man's scorching body pressed against me like a branding iron, his biting kisses forcing my teeth apart, his cock grinding and thrusting into the deepest part of me.
I couldn’t catch my breath, murmuring softly, "Slow down… I can’t take it anymore."
But he acted as if he hadn’t heard, gripping my tense hips and thrusting upward like a madman.
Amid the sticky, wet sounds, the rhythm of flesh colliding grew faster and more urgent…

After the Smith family fell into debt, Scarlett became Richard Gray’s fiancée, only to unexpectedly have a one-night stand with his nephew, Alexander. Their tangled relationships turned her into a pawn in their power struggle. But Scarlett’s true identity was far more complex than it seemed. When she eventually took the head position in the Gray family while pregnant, Alexander, with bloodshot eyes and a smile that stretched to breaking point, asked: "So this was your purpose all along?" Scarlett smiled, taking his hand and pressing it to her abdomen, saying, "Be good. From now on, the game is mine to control!"
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“Chen Lu Xian,” a brilliant surgeon, meets his end—
only to awaken as “Chen Lu,” a disfigured and worthless noble son.
When fate takes a dramatic turn,
his new goal becomes clear: vengeance
and rising again as a miracle physician of unmatched skill.
Lu Xian uses a restaurant as a front…
while secretly operating a hidden clinic behind the scenes.
He trains handmaidens in the healing arts,
alongside their practice in martial cultivation.
Fate entangles Lu Xian with the Fourth Prince,
a war-torn man bearing wounds from the battlefield.
That one act of healing… alters his life forever—
when he is forced into marriage!
From celestial physician to imperial consort of the Fourth Prince,
how will Chen Lu use his wits to survive the treacherous tides of court intrigue?
A path lined with schemes, love, and fierce battles lies ahead…

My teammates viewed me as a mobile food supply and planned to butcher me before they ran out of rations.
They thought that as long as I died, they would win this "survival game."
However, they would never know that what I brought back from the depths of the ruins wasn't fear, but the highest-level administrative privileges of the entire logistics system. While they killed each other for a bag of expired biscuits, I had already locked the exit to this hell. Sorry, but in this settling of accounts, you aren't even qualified to be treated as bargaining chips.

“We … we shouldn’t.” I groan, throwing my head back in reckless abandon as Saint sucks me dry.

He wraps his hand around me and finds me ready for him. He slides a finger in, and my cock jerks on his tongue. My legs tremble. My knees weaken. My head spins, and I cum hard. He swallows every drop and pulls away with a grin.

“Turn around, hold on to the bedframe, and keep your voice down. Our parents are downstairs.” He smirks at me, pushing me into position.

Wanton and willing, I turn around, arch my back and perch my ass for him.

He leans down, flattens his tongue over my hole, and I jerk with a groan.

He pulls away, and I feel the blunt head of his pierced cock. He digs his finger into my hips and pushes in slowly. He opens me wider and slides his cock in. My mouth falls open in a silent scream, and I surrender.

He’s my stepbrother. My rival. My secret. My ruin.

Reid Beaumont has everything: status, control, the captaincy, the perfect life everyone envies. Then Saint Larue crashes into it like a wrecking ball: tattooed, reckless, openly shameless, and now living under Reid’s roof as his new stepbrother.
Reid hates him instantly. Until one kiss changes everything.

Soon hatred becomes hunger, and every fight turns into desperate touches, hidden hookups, and nights spent tangled in sheets they should never share. But Saint is hiding darkness deeper than Reid ever imagined, and loving him means stepping into a world of addiction, violence, and pain Reid cannot fix with control alone.

Because falling for his stepbrother may cost him everything.

But losing him might destroy him.

"Do you remember me?"

I didn't.

But my husband did.

Everyone believed our marriage was a business arrangement.

Even I believed it.

Until I noticed the way Reginald watched me.

Like a starving man finally finding home.

Like he'd already loved me for years.

Every gentle touch...

Every protective embrace...

Every jealous glance...

None of it was fake.

Then one full moon, I saw his eyes become those of a wolf.

My husband wasn't human.

And neither was the family that had welcomed me so warmly.

They called me something I had never heard before.

His fated mate.

But if destiny truly brought us together...

Why does everyone keep saying I was never supposed to survive?

"Mr. Grimwald, everything must be done in moderation!"

Penelope had never imagined that a careless remark would lead to her being swept into a wealthy family as a substitute bride.

Faced with a tyrannical devil who preyed on the weak, Penelope found herself trapped in countless situations—pressed against walls, pinned to the bed, her petite waist aching each night.

Fine, she thought. Fulfilling her duties as his temporary wife was part of the arrangement. But once the real fiancée returned, she planned to gather the fragments of her heart and leave quietly, pretending it had all meant nothing.

But who could have predicted that the domineering man would launch a global manhunt for her, only to handcuff her and throw her back onto the bed, declaring his cruel decree: "Woman, your term as a substitute bride lasts a lifetime!"

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

I've been married to billionaire Joseph Miller for three years. Pregnant three times. Aborted three times.

Every time, my husband stood outside the operating room, watching them wheel me in.

The first baby, my mother-in-law Victoria said had spinal deformities. The second, my father-in-law Richard showed a "report" claiming heart defects.

I believed them. I thought it was my fault, something wrong with my body.

Until the third pregnancy.

This time I secretly went to another hospital—DNA showed 99.9% match with Joseph, every prenatal indicator perfect.

I rushed home clutching the report, thinking I could finally save my child.

Victoria glanced at it and tossed it on the coffee table. "You are carrying a healthy baby. But the Miller family doesn't need it."

My in-laws forcibly dragged me to the clinic. I screamed to Joseph for help: "That's your child!"

His eyes were red, but he still let them kill my baby.

Desperate, I demanded a divorce. He coldly refused, tearing at my clothes: "Stop being dramatic. Time for the fourth."

I finally understood—I wasn't his wife. I was their breeding machine.

But why? Why force me to keep getting pregnant, only to kill every healthy baby?

Until that night, I pushed open the attic door that had been locked for three years—

And finally understood everything.

At Thornfield Academy, power wears a perfect smile.
Old money. Legacy names. Students raised to rule the world before they even graduate. They call themselves untouchable. They call themselves saints.

They’re lying.

Jordan is not supposed to exist here. Not under this name. Not in this body. Disguised as James Blake, she’s hiding in plain sight, buried inside a school built on secrets, privilege, and rot. One wrong move and everything unravels. Her past. Her identity. The truth about the blood she left behind.

But Thornfield is not just another elite academy.

The students are watching. Testing. Hunting for weakness.

The pretty sinners who break people for fun.
The dirty saints who pretend they’re innocent.

And then there’s Teddy Phillips. Too kind for a place like this. Too close for comfort.

Then there's the captain of the Soccer team. The only one who might see through her before she’s ready.

Because Jordan did not come here just to survive.

She came here because Thornfield is hiding something.

And if she is right, the lies buried in these halls are worth killing for.

In a school where legacy is everything, the truth is the most dangerous thing of all.

My fiancée's father called me a stray dog, worse than trash.
My rival forced me to crawl between his legs and trampled me into the mud.
They all thought I was just a piece of trash to be trampled on at will.
But they didn't know that I endured humiliation and hardship for a shocking secret order.

My wife was forced to don a wedding dress to marry my sworn enemy, while my three-year-old daughter was locked in an iron cage suspended above the raging sea.

And I, the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Blackwater Fleet, was forced to wear a dog collar, kneeling on broken glass and licking up red wine like a crippled stray dog.
All because embedded in their necks were biological bombs, the detonator held in the hands of my enemy.

The elites of the entire island ruthlessly mocked my cowardice, trampling me underfoot in ultimate humiliation.

That was until the climax of the maritime wedding, when my enemy smugly pressed the detonator, only for the collars to flash a safe green light—the full-frequency signal decryption was complete.
Amidst the dead silence of the crowd, I snapped the forged steel chains binding me and slowly stood tall.

The next second, ten nuclear-powered submarines violently breached the ocean surface, and tens of thousands of heavily armored death squads descended from the sky.

Looking at my enemy, now terrified to the point of incontinence and shattering his own knees to frantically kowtow and beg for mercy, I picked up that very dog chain and slipped it around his neck.

God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown.

Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal.

Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. He spent his life thinking that dark-furred wolves were uncleansed, uneducated, bottomless creatures.

I was a dirtball wolf slave, and I was meant to be repulsed by him. Yet his wolf wouldn’t let him be disgusted; his wolf wanted me, as his MATE.

God must want to kill me faster to make me his mate, especially we have sex after a drug accident.

But after As the weeks went on, it seemed as though my relationship with Marlon has only grown more intense. He came into my room only to have sex again and again.

A dirty black sex slave. That is what I am.

Until he said, he was mesmerized by me.

God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others.
As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow.

The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown.
Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal.

Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself.
He spent his life thinking that dark-furred wolves were uncleansed, uneducated, bottomless creatures.

I was a dirtball wolf slave, and I was meant to be repulsed by him. Yet his wolf wouldn’t let him be disgusted; his wolf wanted me, as his MATE.

God must want to kill me faster to make me his mate, especially we have sex after a drug accident.

But after As the weeks went on, it seemed as though my relationship with Marlon has only grown more intense. He came into my room only to have sex again and agian.

A dirty black sex slave. That is what I am.

Until he said, he was mesmerized by me.

I hate Beckett Hayes.
I hate his stupidly perfect face.
I hate the arrogant smirk that has sold millions of jerseys.
I hate that half of Chicago seems to worship the ground his skates touch.
But mostly? I hate what he did to my brother.
Eight years ago, Beckett Hayes destroyed my family. I haven't spoken to him since.
So naturally, on the first morning of my dream job with Chicago's hottest professional hockey team, I find him leaning against my office door.
Older. Bigger. Hotter. And wearing the same infuriating smile I remember.
My new job should have nothing to do with Beck. Until another one of the captain's scandals lands him in trouble and management decides I'm exactly the person he needs.
Now I'm traveling with him. Managing him. Arguing with him. Trying very hard not to notice what years of professional hockey have done to his body.
Then a photograph of us nearly kissing goes viral.
Suddenly everyone wants Beckett Hayes and Sloane Mercer together. The team. The sponsors. The fans. Everyone except me.
Because I know exactly who Beck is. At least, I thought I did.
But the closer I get to him, the more the story I've believed for eight years starts falling apart.
Beck didn't destroy my brother. He protected him.
And the man I've spent almost a decade hating? He's spent every one of those years wanting me.

"You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil."

I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear.

“And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy."
....

I should have known better than to sign his contract.

My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date.

But Killian Cross doesn't let go.

He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me.

I thought I could play his game and walk away unscathed.

I was wrong.

Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now.

But what happens when the shadows surrounding him become my prison? What if love isn’t enough for the hell awaiting us? Will I be able to save him when he needs me? Or will we both drown in the raging tempest?

On my first day as an intern at the zoo, the old director assigned us animals to care for.
In my previous life, my classmate Jack chose the easy-to-care-for African elephant, while I was forced to take on the brutal Siberian tiger.
A month later, the apocalypse struck, and the Siberian tiger successfully evolved, leading me to escape the encirclement.
Jack's elephant, however, couldn't outrun the mutated species and was torn to pieces. Driven
by jealousy, the surviving Jack incited a mob to brutally beat me and the giant tiger to death, dismembering and cannibalizing us.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the animals were assigned.
Jack had already taken the Siberian tiger, pushing the elephant to me, and I knew he had also been reborn.
But what he didn't know was that the Siberian tiger he had devoured was also reborn with me.

I am the chief architect of a quantum computing system valued at hundreds of billions in the real world.
For an AI test subject that I wrote myself, I was willing to conceal my identity as the creator and become her unseen, low-level assistant, even at the cost of taking a fatal blow for her.
Just as she was about to go public and reach the top of the conglomerate pyramid, she unhesitatingly pushed an "Organ Donation Agreement" in front of me, forcing me to remove a kidney to save the newly spawned "old money" NPC new love.
She thought that as long as I died on the operating table, she could kick me aside, this useless stepping stone, without any moral burden, and embrace the perfect capitalist marriage.
But she didn't know—
The entire world she exists in is just a sandbox test server on my desk.

As the extreme cold apocalypse arrives, my most trusted protégé conspires with other shareholders to force me from power. Everyone is watching me become a laughingstock.

Just as I reach the brink of desperation and prepare to sign my resignation, countless scrolling comments suddenly cover my vision.

They're frantically displaying information about the future, such as—in three days, the apocalypse will end...

On the day I got engaged to the heir of an elite old-money family, my own birth mother spread vicious lies about me in front of the entire crowd. She claimed I’d lived a wildly promiscuous life while studying abroad, and had even secretly given birth to a stillborn child with no known father.
Afterwards, she took my hand and sobbed out an apology, saying she’d only wanted to test whether my fiancé truly loved me enough to stand by me. I was foolish enough to believe her, and drank the calming tea she’d personally handed me.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, everything was destroyed. I lay in my bedroom, disheveled and half-dressed, and the man beside me was none other than my younger sister’s boyfriend.
In the end, my fiancé married my sister. And I was mercilessly disowned and cast out by my own family.
But twenty years later, every single one of them would come to regret what they’d done.

I thought I was the perfect wife and mother, until I heard my husband outside his office, laughing, calling me a "prison warden" and planning to use our daughter as cover while he ran off to Tuscany with his grad student.

Everything fell apart. Then my daughter, in front of everyone: "That's just our annoying nanny."

I tried to hold on to what was left of our family, but my daughter shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby, and my husband just checked his watch while I bled out on the floor.

They locked me in and left for Italy.

Alone in the hospital, they told me I'd lost the baby and had "memory damage."

Now they're back, expecting the same obedient wife.

She's gone.

And I'm done loving them.

I caught my fiancé in bed with my sister, so I married his sociopath older brother to save my legacy, and now I'm his favorite toy to break.
"I should have refused." I shook my head, my eyes sweeping towards the silver eyed devil standing before me, with no ounce of guilt or remorse in his eyes. "I should have never married you."
"That hurts my feeling." That was a cruel joke, because we both know that he doesn't even have feelings to begin with.
"But there isn't any man who could love you like I do; not even Thorne."
I paused when his long, cold index finger trailed my face stopping at my lips, and his eyes met mine again. They were dark… with lust.
"Fuck you." I muttered with hate and anger dripping in my voice.
"I believe even right now, all you want is me." He mused and he wasn't wrong, because he never said I couldn't leave. Yet, I found myself staying, and hoping he would change.
"And all that completes me is you." His lips cam crashing on mine.


Eden Montclair is your everyday surgeon who tries to get by every surgery without complications, she has created high hopes for herself that she would inherit her grandmother's hospital.
She soon finds out that the hospital was dying and they might need to merger it with the biggest healthcare foundation in the country, only on the condition that her little sister, Evangeline marries the heir to the foundation. Eden's life soon falls into chaos when Evangeline ran away to avoid that fate, and now Eden is in the front line to marry the Heir of the Adler Foundation. Theron Adler. A cold-blooded and precise surgeon, who doesn't have many interests in life, and a diagnosed psychopath.
That's not all, he is also the older brother of her ex-boyfriend and they both had history together.

“I should have refused.” I shook my head, my eyes sweeping towards the silver eyed devil standing before me, with no ounce of guilt or remorse in his eyes. “I should have never married you.”
“That hurts my feeling.” That was a cruel joke, because we both know that he doesn’t even have feelings to begin with. “But there isn’t any man who could love you like I do; not even Thorne.”
I paused when his long, cold index finger trailed my face stopping at my lips, and his eyes met mine again.
They were dark… with lust.
“Fuck you.” I muttered with hate and anger dripping in my voice.
“I believe even right now, all you want is me.” He mused and he wasn’t wrong, because he never said I couldn’t leave. Yet, I found myself staying, and hoping he would change. “And all that completes me is you.”
I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine.


Eden Montclair is your everyday surgeon who tries to get by every surgery without complications, she has created high hopes for herself that she would inherit her grandmother’s hospital.
She soon finds out that the hospital was dying and they might need to merger it with the biggest healthcare foundation in the country, only on the condition that her little sister, Evangeline marries the heir to the foundation.
Eden’s life soon falls into chaos when Evangeline ran away to avoid that fate, and now Eden is in the front line to marry the Heir of the Adler Foundation.
Theron Adler.
A cold-blooded and precise surgeon, who doesn’t have many interests in life, and a diagnosed psychopath.
That’s not all, he is also the elder brother of her ex-boyfriend and they both had history together.

My aunt publicly shamed me in our family's group chat.
She posted a scandalous tabloid photo of a pregnancy rune, screaming that I was knocked up by a 48-year-old, heavily indebted, curse-infected former goblin hunter.
"You've ruined our family's honor, Seraphina! Marry Silas today and sign the soul-binding contract, or you'll be disowned!" she demanded.
Instantly, the group chat exploded with relatives cursing my name.
They thought I was ruined. My aunt thought her master plan to steal my high-paying bank salary to cover this old creep's gambling debts had finally worked.
What she didn't know? I never drank her tea laced with an illegal Love Bond. I never wore the cursed dress laced with an Obedience Charm.
I sent her own precious, supposedly innocent 20-year-old daughter, Chloe, to the blind date instead.
I calmly saved the photo, zoomed in on the magical signature glowing on the pregnancy rune, drew a bright red circle around it, and hit 'send' to the entire family.
"@Agatha," I typed. "Before you force me into a wedding dress, you might want to read the name on that Foul Fetus. Congratulations, Auntie... you're going to be a grandmother."
The chat went dead silent. Then, my phone rang with Aunt Agatha's hysterical, blood-curdling scream. But the real nightmare for her? This was only step one of my revenge.

I’m a retired Special Forces soldier. After I got out, I handled problems people didn’t want on paper, and I’ve seen enough dirty work to last a lifetime.

When I finally retired for real, I wanted a normal life.

So I came back to the orphanage where I grew up, planning to adopt a quiet seven-year-old boy I’d kept in touch with for years.

But the moment I arrived, I was told he’d already been “adopted.”

I called the family to make sure he was safe. On the line he said, “I’m fine.”
Then I heard it—fingernails tapping in a pattern: three short, three long, three short.

The distress signal I had taught him.

I stormed into the director’s office and forced the truth out: the adoption papers were fake. He wasn’t taken into a home. He was sold.

They think I’m just a returning orphanage worker.
They have no idea what I’ve done out there—and no idea I’m very good at cleaning up this kind of mess.

Five years after breaking the mate bond, Vincent became one of the youngest Alphas of the North, worth hundreds of billions, with a fiancée who was a perfect match for him — the daughter of Silver Claw Pack’s Alpha.
But I had already disappeared from his world, my name now only whispered in rumors about me being a bar hostess at Midnight Howl Bar, catering to Alphas and nobility.
When someone mentioned my name to him, he simply held his fiancée’s hand with a cold look in his eyes.
"I don't know her."
At his bonding ceremony, everyone congratulated the "perfect match."
But I, floating in the air, watched as Vincent stood beside his dazzling Luna.
What he didn't know...
He was the only Alpha I ever loved.
What he didn’t know...
I had been dead for a year.
Before I died, I was desperately earning money just to get our daughter the treatment she needed.
Then one day...
He found me at the Midnight Howl Bar where I worked in life, catching a faint but familiar scent of me. That moment...
His wolf spirit completely lost control.

After a car accident robbed Galvin of his memory, lies twisted him into hating Ellie—the woman he once sacrificed everything to protect.
Tormented and humiliated by him daily, Ellie’s love for Galvin faded completely. He made her sleep like a dog, stripped her before men, and forced her to kneel for his stepsister who stole him from her.
Only when Ellie gave up on love and jumped into the sea did Galvin’s memory return. In the splendid capital, all witnessed a madman desperately searching for his lost wife…

When Ellie went to see him with her pregnancy test in hand, she caught her Alpha husband with his ex .
"I'll NEVER let that wolfless rogue be the mother of my child. She's just a surrogate!"
Tears streamed down her face as she got in an accident and lost all her memories 💔.
Her friend says, "You almost gave up everything for that man..."
"Who? Me? Why?!" 😳
*
His wife seemed different now, but he has no idea why.
She urges him, "Let's get a divorce! Now!" 😘
He grits his teeth, "No way!" 😡😡😡

Henry: 'Are you ready for our engagement celebration, my love?'
Daisy: 'Congratulations on the engagement! To my closest friend!'
How could they send me messages as if nothing had happened after betraying me?!
Clenching my teeth, the more I thought about it, the more ironic those two messages seemed. One from my chosen mate, my fiancé, and the other from my closest friend. How could they have sex on the day of my engagement?
"Just a little while longer, and you will be engaged to your beloved Aurora. Aren't you excited?" Daisy asked Henry, panting as she spoke.
Henry smiled, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder and thrusting forcefully, causing Daisy to scream, "You know I've always loved you the most, Daisy."
The thought of their conversation made me sick. I couldn't accept this, nor was I willing to let them off the hook. I recorded their scene on my phone and played it for all pack members at the engagement.
Henry was filled with regret and agony, begging me to forgive him. But would he receive my forgiveness?

Clad in gray mist, kneeling on iron rocks, working as a menial laborer, everyone thought he was just a worthless nobody, groveling in the dust for an old pocket watch. His
in-laws found him filthy, his fiancée defected to a new master, and Lord Calder treated his obsession like a leash, subjecting him to arbitrary humiliation and summons at will.
Until that day, Calder shattered his last hope with an arrow, throwing him into the horde of zombies as a human sacrifice. Everyone thought he was doomed, but no one suspected—
the man kneeling in the mud wiping his boots was actually the reclusive lord of the strongest city-state in this wasteland, possessing S-class superpowers and ultimate weaponry.
He endured, solely for the truth and reckoning.
When he returned from the horde of zombies, radiating overwhelming power, the once high and mighty man knelt outside the city gates, weeping and begging him to open a path to survival.