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"I will never carry your child," I spat.
The Alpha's grip on my jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with a hunger that wasn't just gold—it was primal. "I don't need you to carry it, Aria. I need you to pretend it's yours. One year as my Luna, or one lifetime in the pens. Choose."
One night, while returning from the clinic where she tended to the sick, Aria sensed she was being followed. Before she could react, three men ambushed her in the shadowed forest, claiming her father had gambled her away.
Her desperate pleas went unanswered as she was struck unconscious, only to awaken in the heart of a notorious slave camp.
There, she learned she was destined to serve as the breeder for the Alpha of the Hellbound Pack, Draven Darkmoon, a man feared for his cursed bloodline.
But when Draven is thrust into Aria's world, her wolf recognizes him as her mate, igniting a dangerous collision of passion, power, and desire that neither can resist.

Never has he seen a woman expose her ankles and lower legs so much.
From her knees down, everything was exposed!
Jane recognized that they were wearing Tartan, belonging to the Mackay family.
Hold on! Their heavy accents and their use of ancient Scottish slang gave Jane an ominous feeling.
Since she was sucked into the ancient book by that weirdo, did it mean he somehow sent her back in time?
"Then, then... may I ask what date it is? Which clan are you from? And who is your present chieftain?"
"That's it?"
Alexander and the others were taken aback by the simple nature of her questions. They weren't hidden knowledge, as even ordinary passersby from other clans could answer her questions.
Alexander was still wary of her, but answered truthfully. If the lass had devious plans for their Mackay clan, he had more than a thousand ways to make her wish she were dead.
"Tis August 2nd, 1312 and we come from the Mackay clan. As for the present Chieftain, 'tis Sir Alexander Mackay."
The news made Jane's eyes swell with excitement.
August 2nd.
Jane lowered her head.
She knew changing history would have a butterfly effect. But she just couldn't stop herself from preventing the mysterious Laird from dying.
If she had truly gone back in time, didn't this mean that God also approved of her changing the course of history?

***************By Fate's will, the mighty Laird Alexander Mackay must be married to his destined partner, a mysterious woman he knows nothing about. Alexander has a good plan to never fall in love with whoever fate kept for him. But little did he know the breathtaking woman he was slowly succumbing to was part of fate's tricks.
Jane Taylor mysteriously traveled back in time and got captured by the arrogant Scottish Laird, who made her heart thump wildly. But when strange incidents and turmoil erupt, Jane is plunged into a new understanding of what the Mackays truly are.

She was sold to a monster. The monsters refused to let her go.🫦

Anna was delivered to the supernatural underworld's most feared mafia boss—a death sentence she wasn't supposed to survive. Among werewolves and vampires, she learned fast: she wasn't a guest or a prize. She was property. Until her blood awakened.

Magic exploded through her veins. Power answered her fear. She was Bruma—a witch born to rule, not obey.

Two brothers claimed her. Adam, the savage werewolf Alpha and mafia heir, takes what he wants without apology.

Maxwell, the ruthless vampire judge, binds her with control sharper than steel.
They desire her. They fight for her. They will never let her go.

Trapped between fangs and claws, obsession and dominance, Anna bears their children, survives their betrayals, and rises from sold girl to something far more dangerous.
Because in a world ruled by monsters, the deadliest thing she can become is their queen.

With a gasp, I struggled for breath, my eyes springing open. My memory was a blur, the lingering sensation of suffocation haunting my thoughts. But now, as I surveyed my surroundings, all I could see were towering trees of a dense jungle and the mesmerizing twinkle of stars above.

The night sky held a breathtaking beauty, yet an underlying melancholy sent shivers down my spine. It was a sight unlike anything I had ever witnessed.

Trying to make sense of it all, I noticed something peculiar about my attire. I was clad in an exquisite gown, crafted from shimmering fabric. Its heart-shaped neckline accentuated my features, while a constricting belt embraced my waist. The billowing silk skirt trailed behind me with an ethereal grace. But what captured my attention were the radiant sparks emanating from the dress itself, or perhaps even from within me.

"Where am I?"


Crystal gasped in disbelief when she learned she was a fae. And worse yet, now that she had turned eighteen, she was required to attend Archaios Hellas Academy, a school for supernatural beings.

While she embraced her newfound identity, Crystal discovered she had not one, but two mates, the other being her twin flames who would do anything to protect her, to kill or die for her.

Just as she thought she had it all figured out, she found that her entire childhood memories were wiped out. Determined to find out what happened, Crystal embarks on a perilous journey. Will She be able to handle the dark forces that threaten her very existence?

"A mate is meant to fortify the pack, embodying the qualities we hold dear. Unfortunately, you lack the fundamental attributes of our kind—the ability to shift into your wolf form. I cannot have a mate who is perceived as weak and incapable of fulfilling her role," he declared, his voice laced with a chilly indifference.

A deep ache settled within Marissa's chest. Her heart shattered into countless fragments, the searing pain of Derrick's words piercing her very soul.

"I, Alpha Derrick Garvin of the White Fang Wolf Pack, hereby reject you, Marissa Alisster, a wolfless she-wolf, as my mate," Alpha Derrick proclaimed, his gaze turning icy and devoid of remorse.

She had been outcast by her pack and lived as a cursed one but unknown to her the moon Goddess had hidden agendas for her including a second chance mate who will help her find her true self.

"When the shadows have their way with the heart only love can save the day.

As lies can be lethal in the world of werewolves, Zephyrine has to struggle through the pack’s internal power struggles and generations of prophecy to learn who she really is and what she is destined for. Due to her special gift and a rather ambiguous background, she becomes an attractive prey for people who want to use her gift for their advantage. However when she encounters Sage a kind and gentle alpha, she starts to believe that she has found a place of safety and love. The tension rises, the danger is closer and closer, and Zephyrine must fight against her own past and against the evil which wants to destroy all she loves. Will she be able to find a new purpose and a new man to love her, or will she be condemned to walk through the darkness for the rest of her life?

Just then, he reached out and touched me. His large hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing dangerously near my lower lip. The dungeon air vanished, replaced by the scent of leather, and steel. He peered deep into my eyes, and in that instant, I thought of first time, that weird feeling of connection, waxing even stronger now.
It was impossible. This man was an enemy. Associations with his kind are regarded as abominable.

Narnia never imagined that she would be sent to the side of that man in place of her sister—the infamous, cold-blooded king and commander Elias Varon, who hated werewolves and vowed revenge for her parents' deaths at their hands.

She had prepared herself for death, but a mysterious bond connected the two of them. Even more unbelievable, she seemed to develop an uncontrollable affection for this destined enemy.

Caught between a fateful bond and the vortex of conflict between two races, what will become of Narnia?

Eleanor Clawford thought she knew what loss felt like. Her husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise, and days later, she received news of his death along with the name of his killer: Perseus Cage, the ruthless Lycan King who conquered her pack and now demands her hand in marriage as the price of peace.

She becomes his bride—a pawn traded for a treaty. But Eleanor doesn't break. Instead, she makes a quiet vow. She will wear black to the wedding, she will sharpen her blade while he sleeps, and when the moment is right, she will bury her sword in the chest of the man who destroyed her world.

Perseus Cage never expected to want the woman whose husband he killed. He tore her wedding gown on their first night, he gave her his name, and she responded by throwing his crown into the fire. Yet every time she looks at him with that mixture of fire, fury, and pain, he feels something ancient stir inside him.

She wants his blood. The joke is on her—he already gave her his heart.

Dark. Twisted. Unforgiving. This is for readers who crave possessive kings, vengeful brides, and a love story forged in betrayal, blood, and the kind of truth that cuts deeper than any blade.

When twenty-three-year-old Aria Castellano wakes up in a snowy mountain cabin with no memory of who she is, her only clue is the dangerous man watching her with golden wolf eyes. Kael Nightshade is a lone werewolf from a rival supernatural clan, and he took her as revenge against her mafia family. But Aria's gentle spirit and lost innocence break through his cold heart, making him forget she was supposed to be his prisoner. What Kael doesn't tell her is that three years ago, during the Winter Solstice massacre that destroyed his pack, a brave girl with dark eyes saved his life before disappearing into the flames. Now, as snow falls and enemies hunt them both, Aria must choose between the safe darkness of forgetting and the dangerous truth of remembering. Because when her memories return, she'll discover that love and loyalty don't always walk the same path, and sometimes the person who holds your heart is the same one who destroyed your world.

"We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection."

Happiness finds a new pack and creates a new self: she is no longer weak, an omega, or abused. She is now the strongest warrior of her new pack: The Crescent Moon Pack. What will happen when she has to confront her old pack and mate once again? Will she resist the mate bond and will she ever forgive her mate, her brother, and her old pack members?

"Quiet, girl!" I growled. Her body stiffened. I fumbled her breast with so much anger. "See, boys?" I said, with a low growl, "She is so soft." I laughed, cold and harsh.
Lucian and Jamil roared with me.Her eyes squeezed shut, a blush creeping up her neck. This was better. Broken. "This is how you should behave," I muttered to myself with raw satisfaction. My hand moved lower, smacking her butt hard.
Crack! Lina whimpered. It was a small, painful sound. Her pain was mine. I dragged her towards me. Her bare skin brushed my clothes, like a jolt. My hands moved over her curves, asserting my ownership.
Her skin was soft, silk. She shivered with fear and something else. It excited me. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. Her heart pounded, like a frantic drumbeat.Just as I moved to take her, a whisper crept out of her mouth "Please, Sire, I haven't done this before." Her voice shook. It surprised me. I pulled my hand back, feigning surprise.

"Bite me." Chase Sterling's whisper was a blade against my skin.

I should pull away.
I should hate him.
But my wolf is howling yes while my heart screams no.

"Say stop," he breathes against my pulse, "and I'll stop."

Liar.

We both know he can't stop.
The bond won't let him.

And neither can I.


Ten years ago, they found my father with his throat torn out
on Silvermoon land.

The Sterlings called it "trespassing."
I called it murder.

They gave us hush money and a warning:
Keep quiet, or the Beta's daughter is next.

So I learned to be invisible.
To swallow my rage.
To survive.

Until someone slipped a note into my locker:
They lied about how your father died.


Chase Sterling.

Future Alpha. Golden boy. Untouchable.

The moment our eyes met, the bond snapped into place—
a collar I never asked for, a chain I can't break.

He says he didn't know.
He says his father is innocent.
He says he'll help me find the truth.

But every time he touches me,
I feel my father's blood on his hands.


Now I'm trapped between two impossible choices:

Accept the bond and betray everything I am.
Or break it—and lose the partner who can prove
my father's killer walks free.

The worst part?

When Chase whispers "mine" against my skin—
I want to believe him.

"Now that you have two mates, it means I will have to share you... with her!"

Marcus wrapped an arm around Raven's waist, drew himself up to his full height and said, "I, Marcus Ashwood, today reject you, Anastasia as my mate."

"NO!" I shrieked. The tears I had been holding back spilled over. "You you can't"

As twin daughters of Moongrave Kingdom, Anastasia and Raven lives a totally different life. One is a servent, and the other is a nobel princess.

Enduring mistreatment from her twin sister, rejected by their shared mate, lost her wolf. Anastasia has no other choice but to attend the Luna Selection Ceremony.

Amidst the turmoil of Luna selection trials, the revelation of hidden identities, and the looming specter of war, Will Anastasia succumb to the darkness foretold, or rise as the light destined to unite the werewolf world?

MATURE CONTENT: This book is strictly R18+

BLURB:
Before I could turn toward him, the ground vanished beneath my feet. Again, a startled gasp tore from my throat as he lifted me with sudden force, and in the next breath, my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands firm on my ass like I paid him to own it too.

Before words could leave my mouth he kissed me deliberately. Like he needed to stir the moment. Stir something in me.

My pupils flared at the shock of his movement, my heart pounding so violently it felt as though it might break free from my chest.

"I wouldn't mind helping you strip if you aren't going to do it yourself?" His voice dripped with a demand that felt more like a command instead of a request.
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Too much of an aura for a one-night stand who I never knew was the husband I feared.

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How will you feel when you wake up only to discover you had been set up for an arranged marriage with a man whose stories about him made ears that heard it tingle?

Afraid, devastated, angry, right?

Then what will be your reaction when you find out that a one-night stand whom you had paid to stir a scandal and stop the marriage turned out to be the arranged husband you're running away from?

Now I believe words can't describe your feelings. However, that was my story.
He wanted me, made rules for me. Made me fight to know who he was and now even my restraint can't subdue him rather he consumed every bit of me.

What will become my fate when I find out what made me afraid of him, afraid of the city was actually who I was?

I’m Elena. My mother died when I was 10. After that, my dad married my mom’s friend, who was his secretary too.
And now I’m lying on her son’s arm. I never thought he would do it with me. Paul was on me while I was staring out the window of the car. He was quietly sleeping. I was stroking his hair and singing a song that had previously been recited by Mom. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up slowly.
It was going to be dawn soon. I put my voice down. He was still clutching me tightly in his sleep. I attempted to loosen his grip.
In anguish, I closed my eyes. My lower back and lower body were in excruciating pain. I gently put his head on the seat and smiled at him. I softly called his name, “Paul.”
“You know how much I love you."
“But now it’s irrelevant to me,” I said as I stroked his hair.
“Are you sure you love me?”
“Then you gave me the ability to hurt you, too.”
I kissed him on the lips right after saying. I got out of the car after giving him my farewell kiss. I didn’t feel any pain. The wound on my back had already turned black and crimson. I made my way to my room.
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Paul Wilson is a boy with paranoid disorder who falls in love with Elena D'souza, who was his childhood friend. But it appears that their fates do not have to be tied together. For various reasons, they begin to break apart. She despises him more than anything else, but Paul desires complete possession of her. Because of his nature, he hurts her, but if someone else harms her, he doesn't hesitate to hurt them as well.

Can his paranoid love overcome the barriers and unite them? Can Elena change him for the better?

After a violent on-ice scandal ruins his public image, star hockey forward Lewis Jeremy is forced into a reality show designed to rebuild his reputation. His assigned partner is Audrey Fred—a top biomedical science student who wants nothing to do with fame, athletes, or cameras.

What begins as a PR strategy quickly turns into forced cohabitation under constant surveillance. Lewis is cold, controlled, and unwilling to perform for the cameras. Audrey is sharp-tongued, honest, and unwilling to be intimidated.

But as the cameras keep rolling, the lines between performance and reality begin to blur. What the world sees as a redemption story slowly becomes something neither of them expected—an emotional collision that exposes hidden wounds, buried truths, and a love neither of them was prepared for.

"Move!"
"Ouch!" She glared at me. "Must you act this way towards me even if you and Katherine are in a relationship, can't you at least act friendly with me?"
"Relationship?" I scoffed. "Don't delude yourself!"
"I saw you both."
I smirked and grabbed her hands. "Who was kissing Hinn today?" Her eyes dilated, I was sure she was not expecting me to see that. "You belong to me and no one else!"

Robin Heisten a handsome man that grabs a lot of attention wherever he goes but was known as a cold person with no feelings, his past has been a mess but just crossing path with a girl he met once had been the only warm memory he has left in his heart.

But what happens when he finally saw her but discovered she has feelings for someone else?
Would he let the only lady that warms his heart go?

Vicious and despicable, that's how James Mitchell defined Emily Carter. He despised her, tormented her, and never showed any mercy. Then, one day, right in front of him, she ended her own life...

"I remember the first time we started talking. You were the reason I got my laugh back. The reason I fell asleep with a smile on my face. The reason I had motivation to do things again. The reason why my problems didn't seem so bad. You truly have made my life better by just being in it. I love you so much, Vivian... but that's not enough to do this forever.
“…lets breakup...
Vivian's heart stopped beating the moment Nathan said this. She had sat there, full of smiles while expecting the sweetest proposal ever. She got her heart shattered instead and to make matters worse, it was all on camera. She hired a content creator to film the whole thing so she could post later. Now she's got a record of her heart being broken into a million pieces.

Vivian and Nathan have been together for five years and she sacrificed so much for their love. She gave him her savings to start his law firm, changed her lifestyle completely to satisfy his taste, and lived every day to impress him. He finally got comfortable and decided he wanted a focused lady to match his new status. He got a new girlfriend and then dumped Vivian in the most humiliating way possible.
Vivian was so heartbroken but the betrayal made her vow to go on a change journey to get back her life, while also planning a massive revenge on Nathan. Will she succeed on this new pact? Or will she will find love again?

I received a pornographic video.
"Do you like this?"
The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts.
"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response.
"You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!"
The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed.
I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella.


“I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly.
He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!"
The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him.
"I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster.
He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.
I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

This was a very bad idea—being here with him with the Bond affecting us the way it was. But in this moment I couldn’t seem to care.

“You should probably go, Kassie.”

“Why?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I don’t know how much more of you touching me I’ll be able to handle without doing something that we’ll both regret.”

The tug from the Bond was so strong I didn’t care.

“Kassie,” he warned, voice changing to something graveled. Rougher than I’d ever heard it. That roughness was a lash of heat through my body. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. That single word was the only warning I got before he pushed me back into the mattress below him, his hard body hovering over me, wrists held above my head in a single one of his hands.


When her neighbor becomes the victim of a gruesome murder, 18-year-old Kassie gets pulled into a secret world of monsters and magic. Accidentally bound in a long-forgotten marriage-binding curse with an aggravating stranger, Kassie will do anything to break the curse and get her life back on track. But with their thoughts and emotions bound together, solving the string of murders and breaking the life-binding curse get more complicated by the day. Especially as their connection makes it feel impossible to stay away from each other. A humorous urban fantasy filled with friendship, slow-burn romance, mystery, and magic.

He stalked forward. Like a predator circling prey.
"You were talking about sex."
My heart tripped.
"No, we weren't."
His dark brows lifted.
"Messier," he drawled. "Your words."
Heat bloomed in my chest.
"You were eavesdropping."
By the time I got there, he'd gotten down on one knee and sat down in front of me, one hand on the armrest. His scent hit me---smoke and cedar. "And I didn't like what I heard."
Possessiveness laced every word, thick and heavy.
My stomach flipped in that knowing way.
"You don't own me."
He leaned in like he always did. His lips brushing against my ear.
"Oh I do."
I shivered.
His fingers went to my wrist, his thumb making slow circles over my pulse. I caught my breath. He always did this---teasing me open, oh so easily.
"You can't just drag me away every time someone mentions---"
His mouth curved against my jaw.
"I can."
My heart thudded.
Arrogant bastard.


Luna Elara of the Crescent Moon Pack discovers her husband's affair with her sister and is thrown into the dungeons, where despair awakens her prophetic bloodline. Cold Alpha Axel forcibly takes her to save his dying mother—she despises his tyranny, he loathes her defiance, and they are at each other's throats from their first meeting. Though they hate each other, they desperately save one another in life-or-death moments; though they clash constantly, they tend each other's wounds in the depths of night. She believes he's just another user like her ex-husband, while he thinks she'll never truly care for him. Until the blood moon night when she takes a fatal blade meant for him, until the moment of life and death when he betrays all his principles for her—only then do they realize in shock that this entanglement born from hatred has long since transformed into inescapable devotion. When the ancient temple demands blood sacrifice, when enemy forces close in on all sides, can these former enemies set aside their prejudices to face destiny together, or will they betray each other once more at the final moment?

Alpha Tristan has been cursed never to find love due to his father's misdeeds. No matter how hard he tried, no one loved him including his own pack members that believed he was simply a thief, who stole the position that he was in.

Frustrated and depressed, he cried out to the moon goddess to rid him of his undeserved curse and when the moon goddess finally appeared to him, she gave him a mission to go into the human world and find the one who can help him break out of his curse.

He comes across Jade and Lydia; the two women with glowing eyes. One of them has the power to break his curse and the other will cause more harm for him.

How would he react to the two women he encountered?

To marry Damian Thorne, I almost died thirteen times.

Over three years, I planned twelve weddings. Each one left me bleeding.

The first time: a runaway truck crashed into the bridal boutique, crushing my right leg.

The second time: the church ceiling collapsed during rehearsal, leaving me broken and bloodied.

The third time: poisoned champagne at the reception nearly killed me as I foamed at the mouth.

...

Manhattan's elite whispered that I was cursed.

But I still loved him desperately.

Until the thirteenth time. That bloody rainy night, three thugs cornered me in an alley and stabbed me seven times—two to the chest, three to the abdomen, two to the back. I lay dying in my own blood, yet somehow survived.

After I healed, I accidentally overheard Damian talking to his assistant.

"Mr. Thorne, she almost really died this time... Maybe we should stop? If your grandfather finds out..."

"We can't stop," Damian said wearily. "Her father saved my life. Grandfather is hell-bent on me marrying her. But DAMN IT, I love Selena, not her."

"As long as she won't give up, these accidents have to continue until she gets the message and leaves on her own."

I trembled as I touched the bandages covering my wounds, tears falling silently.

All these years, the man I desperately loved had been meticulously planning my death.

But he didn't know that this time, he really wouldn't have to marry me anymore.

Reign was one the most successful and popular rock artist in the world, she was a star in her own right. She worked ten times harder than her male counterparts. There was a handful of female artists who had achieved the same kind of success she has at such a young age. She was very proud of what she had accomplished in the last three years. It wasn’t easy, she was only fifteen when her manager, Mac, discovered her.

She’d been touring and recording nonstop since she started three years ago. Her and her band have been together since the start of her career, they were all around the same age, but she was the youngest of the five of them. When it was decided that they would be taking at least six months off, the twin’s, Jyden and Jazlyn, parents invited Reign and the other two band members to come and spend their vacation with them. They lived in a small rural village on the coast of Scotland. It was secluded enough that security wouldn’t be a problem to arrange. Security was their specialty; they ran one of the most successful security firms in the world, Hunt Security.

Six months before her 18th birthday, she became the object of a psycho stalker and her manager hired Hunt Security Company. Little did she know that the brother of her guitarist and drummer was the one who would be in charge of her private security and become more than just her bodyguard.

CONTENT WARNING
This story contains graphic sexual content and explicit scenarios intended for mature audiences 18 years and older. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Veronica Harper devoted five years of her life to a man who never loved her—because she was never more than a bet. Her devotion, vulnerability, and virginity were handed over… all for entertainment.

She walked into her bedroom—and saw her best friend screaming her name from another man’s mouth. Her boyfriend’s mouth. Betrayed in her own bed, humiliated in public, and framed for a crime she didn’t commit.

Then two lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. Pregnant, disowned, and hunted by lies she didn’t create, Veronica fled, carrying two secrets no one could ever touch—her unborn twins.

Five years later, she returns for a funeral, keeping her children hidden and her heart locked away. She believes the past is buried. She’s wrong.

Forced back into the orbit of the man she once gave herself to—and still loves—Veronica must protect the quiet life she built alone. But grief and betrayal are cruel guides, and the woman who destroyed her life now threatens everything she holds dear.

The worst betrayal isn’t in the past. It’s happening now.

A story of Asagi Mikumi being transported to another fantasy world with the floating Kingdom that she bought in her idle game.

She was transported due to a message from the system and when she agreed to it she was transported in another world as her game avatar Asagi, now she is the owner of her own bought floating Kingdom and at the same time the queen of the said kingdom.

Follow Asagi on how will she fare in another world with her own floating Kingdom that she bought in her game store for her idle game and her as it's Queen.

The five of us were dragged into a twisted nightmare.
The game rules were absolute: Kill the Boss. All members survive. Total escape.
Luckily, we each spawned into the game with a supernatural perk.
Relying on our powers and our bond, we spent six grueling hours tearing the massive, horrific beast apart.
All we had to do was step into the extraction portal to wake up in Oregon.
My friends were screaming in victory, already planning our celebration at Voodoo Doughnuts.
Instead, I was frozen. My heart wasn't racing with adrenaline anymore; it was cold. Absolute zero.
Because my real perk tracked the Boss status.
Floating in the center of my vision, cutting through the shadows, were two lines of text that only I could see:BOSS STATUS: ALIVE.DISGUISED. The monster wasn't dead. It was standing right here, wearing the face of one of my best friends!

Phoebe Addison has dedicated her life to proving the existence of sirens.
She gets the opportunity of a lifetime when she's invited to participate in a research expedition to the South Pacific, but one stormy night, everything goes wrong, and her world changes forever.
She finds what - no who - she's been searching for, but little does she know, he's been looking for her, too.
Wake is nothing like she expected and everything she's been dreaming of. He's beautiful and dangerous, a predator from the deep… and he calls her his Mate.
Trapped and subjugated by the secretive Enigma Labs, Phoebe will need to learn to give herself over to Wake, to the power of the sea, if they're going to make it out alive.
But, if the do…will she be strong enough to survive her mate?


He repeats the first few strands of his song. The transponder’s response almost feels accusatory: Mate.
“Mate?” The word sends a jolt through me, and I feel my cheeks flush. “Is…is that what you think I am?”
Wake’s abyssian eyes search mine, and there’s a flicker of recognition that turns to hunger. He raises a webbed hand, and I tentatively reach out to meet him.
Our fingers touch, and I feel a strange, electric connection. It’s as if a current passes between us, a silent understanding that transcends words.
“Pho-ebe,” he growls.
I nod, fear and something more dangerous, something…hotter, making my throat dry. “Yes, Wake. Show me.”

The rogues cornered you, their scent tempted you. The first of them shifted back to his human form, with a ripped, muscled body. You follow his lead and shifted back into your human form, offering them your beautiful body on a silver platter, ready to be devoured, no longer having the will to fight the heat.He walked over to you and hungrily pulled your body against his. His erection pressed against your skin. The rest of the rogues shifted into their human form, one looking better than the other. You wanted them all. Their hands and mouths were all over your naked body, licking, touching, grabbing. With one of their faces between your legs, you caught a delicious scent. 'My fated mate is among them,' you thought and opened your eyes.Your eyes met a rogue who was still in his wolf form. He must have just joined. 'MATE,' you felt it rip through your soul as your eyes met his wolf's eyes. He growled and the one light in the dark alley flickered before it popped. The men who were devouring your body let you go as if your skin were burning them. They shifted back to their wolf forms, their heads low, before running away, leaving you alone with the rogue that had just scared them off, your fated mate.‘I am fated to a rogue?’ you asked, unable to speak. Your body needed him to take you as if the other men prepared you just for him.He changed into his human form, but you couldn't really see his face because it was too dark. The moment his body touched yours, you knew no matter what, there would be no parting from him.“Mine,” his husky voice said in your ear...

"Right there," I moaned, my legs shaking as his mouth moved lower and slower, until he got to my already dripping clit.
He blew in air before his tongues finally lashed out, rolling over me. His hands pinned my hips, holding me in place and his name fell from my lips again and again.


Ava Scott never thought her life would come to this. She was only working at a club just to pay her mother’s hospital bills. All she did was serve food and drink, until he walked in.

Dominic Hayes, the billionaire no one said no to. He paid for one night, but one night wasn’t enough. Now he wants everything: her time, her touch, her body… her soul. He says she’s his new addiction, and she says she hates him.

And when the love starts to feel like losing control, Ava learns the truth that he never wanted to save her. In fact… he’s not even human.

Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention. But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her. Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one. Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake. Her bid for survival is about to begin.

Ever since Her Majesty the Queen fell gravely ill, the entire dragon realm had been teetering on the brink of collapse.
In that precarious moment, it was I who held the throne together, heartbroken yet unyielding.
I depleted my magic without reservation to repair the realm's protective barriers, working through endless nights to brew life-sustaining elixirs for the Queen.
Yet when the Dragon Legion finally drove back the abyssal demons, what awaited me wasn't victory—it was a fatal blade.
My magic was shredded apart. The soul core in my chest was ripped out by a pair of familiar hands.
In my final moments, I saw the face of the one holding the knife.
My newly wedded husband, Drystan.
And beside him, pulled tight against his chest, was my half-sister Vespera.
"You're brilliant, Vespera." Drystan turned the faintly glowing core over in his palm. "A single forged love letter, and this fool willingly died defending our dying realm. Now even her core is mine."
Vespera nestled against him, emerald eyes glittering with greed. "Once you absorb this power, we'll return to the throne together. You'll still be the Empire's Crown Prince, and I'll wear the Crown Princess's coronet. As is only right."
Amid this sickening pledge of betrayal, I drew my last breath.
When I opened my eyes again, cold gray stone vaulting stared back at me.
I had returned to the day news of Drystan's death in battle reached the capital.
One glance toward the corner of the great hall told me everything.
That man stood there wearing a cold iron mask, posing as my dear sister Vespera's sworn personal knight.
You want to drain me dry? Steal my soul core?
Dream on.

"I, Torey Black, Alpha of the Black Moon reject you."
His rejection hit me instantly.
I couldn't breathe, unable to catch my breath as my chest heaved up and down, my stomach churning, unable to hold myself together as I watched his car speed down the driveway and away from me.

I couldn't even comfort my wolf, she immediately retreated to the back of my mind, prohibiting me from speaking to her.

I felt my lips wobble, my face scrunching up as I attempted to hold myself together but failing miserably.

Weeks had passed since I last saw Torey my heart seeming to break a little bit more as the days went by.

But lately, I found that I was pregnant.

Werewolves pregnancies were much shorter than a human's. With Torey being an Alpha, it cut the time down to four months, whereas a Beta would be five, Third in Command would be six and a regular wolf would be between seven and eight.

As suggested, I headed to bed, my mind full of questions and wonders. Tomorrow was going to be intense, there were a lot of decisions to be made.

Only for ages 18 and older.---Two teenagers, a party and the unmistakable mate.

"I, Torey Black, Alpha of the Black Moon reject you."
His rejection hit me instantly.
I couldn't breathe, unable to catch my breath as my chest heaved up and down, my stomach churning, unable to hold myself together as I watched his car speed down the driveway and away from me.

I couldn't even comfort my wolf, she immediately retreated to the back of my mind, prohibiting me from speaking to her.

I felt my lips wobble, my face scrunching up as I attempted to hold myself together but failing miserably.

Weeks had passed since I last saw Torey my heart seeming to break a little bit more as the days went by.

But lately, I found that I was pregnant.

Werewolves pregnancies were much shorter than a human's. With Torey being an Alpha, it cut the time down to four months, whereas a Beta would be five, Third in Command would be six and a regular wolf would be between seven and eight.

As suggested, I headed to bed, my mind full of questions and wonders. Tomorrow was going to be intense, there were a lot of decisions to be made.

Only for ages 18 and older.---Two teenagers, a party and the unmistakable mate.

She saved his life. He gave his heart to the wrong woman.

Years ago, Evelyn—a fierce and loyal she-wolf—risked everything to save a broken stranger. That stranger was Alec, the destined Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.
But when he rose to power, Alec claimed her conniving stepsister, Miriam, as his fated mate… mistaking her for the one who'd saved him.

Shattered by betrayal and silenced by pride, Evelyn vanished into the shadows of her heartbreak. In the Silver Pine Pack, she rebuilt herself—stronger, wiser, and untouchable—rising to the rank of Beta under the watchful eye of Alpha Callum.
Her past was behind her… until it crashed into her world once more.

When Alec appears at a summit, their bond reignites—and so does the truth. As Miriam’s lies unravel, Alec will stop at nothing to reclaim the woman he should have never let go.
But Evelyn isn’t the girl he lost—she’s a warrior now, with scars he helped carve and a heart that refuses to be broken again.

On the eve of the violin competition, I was dragged into the basement and tormented for three excruciating hours, my hands shattered by iron rods, rendering me incapable of ever playing again.

As I lay in the hospital awaiting emergency care, I discovered the truth: it was my own father who had hired the assassins to ruin me; it was my fiancé who deliberately delayed my surgery, aiming to leave me permanently disabled; and ultimately, it was my pampered sister, cherished by the entire family, who had set fire to gasoline with the intent to burn me alive.

Fifteen years ago, a sorcerer had proclaimed that my sister was the 'blessing' of the Winslow family, while I, through my very existence, was deemed a 'curse' that needed to be eradicated.

Due to this absurd prophecy, I became the target of my family's ambition to be rid of me.

They wished for my demise, yet I am determined to survive — to witness them pay the price for their choices today.

What could a fabled, revered werewolf prince and a nameless omega girl have in common?

“You shall seek but never find. You shall knock but the door will not open. You shall ask but your pleas will fall on deaf ears.” Prince Valens’s curse.
They call him the cursed prince, the alpha who neither knocks nor asks before he enters and takes but the true thing he seeks, he cannot find. Wandering the earth for over a hundred years in search of someone to break his curse, Prince Valens has become nothing but a cold man; brutal, unapologetic and merciless. Whatever doesn’t bend to accommodate his will, he breaks. He wanders the world in search of his mate, invading packs and staging takeovers, until he meets her: the nameless omega. His curse breaker.

“I shouldn’t have killed your father. I should have let him live to see what I’d do to you.”
Aysel has the blood of a traitor running through her veins. Eleven years ago, her parents led an attack to overthrow the Alpha. They lost and got slaughtered, leaving her behind to bear the burden of their tainted legacy. Abused, broken and rejected, she has no hope of a better life until she meets him; the cursed alpha. Her savior.

A prince cursed with immortality. A girl counting down the days till death. An Alpha in search of his Luna. An omega once rejected. She couldn’t shift until she met him. He couldn’t see colors until he met her.
With the cursed prince at her side, Aysel is introduced to a life of power. Those who mocked her now fall on their faces to serve her. Now people speak her name with reverence; Aysel, the curse breaker.
With an ex desperate to get her back, a scorned alpha hellbent on ruining them and her true identity emerging, the relationship between Aysel and Valens threatens to fall apart, especially when a secret tied to the prince surfaces.

Will they weather this storm together? Or are they cursed to sink?

“I, Alpha Taylor, reject you Juliana as my mate and the Luna of Moonlight Pack.”

My heart was broken into pieces when these words came out from Alpha Taylor. This is my third chance mate and he still rejected me.

"I won't accept your rejection!!" I cried out.

"I will banish you and turn you into a rogue if you refuse to accept this rejection now!!" walking with predatory steps he let out a low growl.

"Please, you can't reject me," with teary eyes I pleaded for him to pity me.

"We are enemies, remember...?" He asked reluctantly.

"Yes, but just give us a chance... I am damn sure that we could work things out," I desperately voiced.

"NEVER...!!" he snarled dangerously at me causing me to flinch back in fear.

"Plea... please, please..." With trembling lips, I pleaded as tears streamed down my face.

Smiling deadly, he strode toward me, "You are a curse, Juliana, remember..."

Irene, forced into a marriage with the cold and dangerous Alpha Xavier to settle her father’s debt, quickly discovers that her new husband is cursed, ruthless, and entangled in a web of enemies. As Irene struggles to survive in his world haunted by betrayal, slavery, and the schemes of rival Alphas she uncovers hidden truths about Xavier’s past, his cursed inability to love, and the dangerous players fighting for power. Between betrayal from women like Kourtney and Erik, plots of revenge from rivals like Liam and Ofwolfe, and Xavier’s own darkness, Irene must choose: fight for freedom or embrace her role as his Luna… even if it destroys her.

°M°A°T°U°R°E° /R18+/

What is war, but the slaughter of the finest at the Devil's command?
An unfortunate turn of events turned both Sloth's and Bea's life upside down- left at the mercy of fate, written in blood.
For the apocalyptic battles, the rebellion sent in the dark Angel, unfolding the secret that would of better be left buried.
The Princess was cursed.

『The book excerpt:』
"Wherever I went, I was followed by a shadow. I knew the time was near but couldn't accept it. I dared not look at the being itself but tried to slowly figure it out by taking in glimpses of its shadows. Magnificent wings were extending from its back. I saw its glowing eyes in the shadow. The Angel of death was here, and I was about to die. Funny enough, despite the fear- I welcomed it more than I've ever welcomed anything before."

Meira Ashford has been branded cursed, wolf-less, and unworthy, a hybrid half-breed ridiculed by her entire pack. To them, she’s an omen, a stain, something less than dirt.

She never believed her life would hold anything beyond pain and isolation. Love? That was a fairytale meant for others.

But everything changes when Alpha Dane, the returning Alpha Prince sworn never to love again, crosses her path.

He is power, control, and darkness wrapped in flesh. She is the forbidden spark that could burn his entire world down.

When destiny forces their paths to intertwine, desire turns dangerous, secrets unravel, and one truth becomes clear:
Loving Meira Ashford could mean the ruin of them all.

On the night her family trades her future to save their collapsing business, Marionette Vale is forced into a contract marriage with the man society mocks, the reclusive, wheelchair-bound billionaire, Cassius Volkov.
To the world, Cassius is a broken heir… a powerless joke hidden behind inherited wealth.
To Marionette’s family, he is the safest place to dispose of the daughter they never valued.
But Marionette quickly learns that rumors are the most dangerous lies ever told.
Behind Cassius’s cold composure hides secrets powerful enough to shake the underworld itself. And Marionette soon realizes she wasn’t chosen by accident. She carries a forgotten medical legacy tied to a legend the world believes is dead.
Their marriage is meant to be a transaction, a calculated alliance between two people bound by necessity.
Instead, it becomes something neither of them planned.

Cassius needs her because of the legacy he believes she carries.
Marionette needs him as leverage against the life that tried to bury her.

As enemies close in and buried truths begin to surface, Marionette finds herself drawn to the only man who sees her strength without pity. And Cassius begins to realize that the woman he married out of strategy may be the only person capable of saving him in ways neither power nor medicine ever could.

But love built on secrets is fragile.
And trust is far more dangerous than betrayal.

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

When Nicky Wilder flees New York, she leaves behind everything-her clothes, her photos, her future and the man who turned her confidence into fear. With nothing but a dance bag and a bruised heart she returns home to Denver. Where her brothers house is loud, chaotic, safe…and already occupied by the one man she swore she’d never fall for

Gage Ryker. Her brother's best friend, her lifelong tormentor, and the crush she never outgrew. Now he’s a six-foot-four problem in a hockey jersey-bigger, hotter, bossier than ever. And he’s looking at her like she’s not Brads baby sister anymore.
Their banter still bites. Their chemistry still burns. And the rule that’s always kept them apart? Hanging by a thread.

As Nicky rebuilds her life piece by piece-new room, new routine, new courage-Gage is always there. At her lowest moments. Her most vulnerable ones. And when he kisses her, everything they’ve buried comes roaring to the surface.
But falling for Gage means risking their friendship.

And Gage knows one wrong move could cost him everything he’s worked for.

She’s starting over

He’s losing control

And the line they swore they’d never cross is the only thing left between them.

Live Love is a slow-burn, brothers-best-friend romance filled with heat, humor, family, and the kind of tension that refuses to stay buried.

Sandra Williams has never been one to walk on the wild side, at least not until she meets Jake Smith, a cocky and sexy wrestler at her father's gym.

Viren was the only son of the biggest industrialist Rai Bahadur. He is the CEO of the company. He was a ruthless businessman for the outer world but was very considerate and loving where his family matters or the persons he loved were involved. Due to his past baggage, he didn't have faith in commitments, love, and marriage.

Priya, a middle-class girl and assistant to Rai Bahadur, was a chirpy, soft-hearted girl who could do anything for her family. What will happen when both of them are tied in a contract marriage for one year?

One can not control whom to fall in love with, and the same happens with them. They fell in love with each other. Oblivious to each other's feelings, they continued their awkward, unwanted relationships.

A person seeing them from afar wouldn't believe that they are bound in a contract marriage. They were a lovey-dovey sweet couple.

The entrance of a person shatters their life. Their dream of living happily breaks. Circumstances take a turn and they decide to dissolve their marriage. With mutual consent, they file for divorce. Will this divorce break them apart?

After hearing about my peanut allergy, my boyfriend's newly crowned campus queen added peanut extract to my signature cocktail.

Just one sip in, and my skin immediately erupted in hives. My throat started to close up rapidly.

I stumbled toward my canvas tote, pulled out my life-saving EpiPen, and yanked off the cap.

But the next second, my blood ran cold.

The emergency EpiPen had been swapped out for a tube of lipstick by my boyfriend.

Seeing my face turn purple as I collapsed onto the floor, the campus queen suddenly burst into laughter:

"Surprise! I specifically told Julian to swap it out!"

"You are such a fake. Anaphylactic shock from a single sip?"

I desperately gripped my boyfriend's cuff, letting out strained, wheezing gasps like a broken bellows:

"Julian... if you don't give me the real one... I'm really going to die!"

He peeled my fingers off him one by one and swatted my hand away in disgust, frowning slightly:

"Do you really think you're some delicate princess? It's just a drink. Are you seriously doing this?"

"Madison is right. You're just a drama queen making a scene!"

I gave up pleading for him to understand. Instead, I pressed the custom fountain pen in my pocket, triggering my old-money family's highest-tier SOS signal.

"Did you sleep well, little girl?" he asks.
"Who are you? Why am I here?" Feeling a sudden pang of fear, I add, "... Where’s my mate?"
"You came running and attacked me at night, and since you seemed injured and couldn't control your wolf-shape, I defended myself until I managed to knock you out without causing further harm. And you gave me a nice scratch in the process, worth mentioning," he continues, "And was it your mate who attacked you?"
Apprehensively, I repeat the head nod.
He lets out a grunt. "You had bad luck in choosing your mate."
"I didn't choose him. The moon Goddness picked him for me. Don't you see I'm cursed? I'm the child of two Lycans." It feels like the world's weight has crashed down on my shoulders. "Because of it, I've lived as an outcast in Agares my whole life."
Something changes in his expression. His eyes take on a feral gleam. "Agares?"
"Yes."
He snarls the words without looking at me. "That explains a lot...I’m Darius Montarac, Lycan King of Norden, and the Moon Goddess long ago decreed that every she-wolf born from two Lycans should be brought to my kingdom, for one of them would be my Luna."

Alina is a cursed she-wolf who can transform into a large wolf, triggered only by rage and pain.
On her bonding ceremony, her human mate tried to kill her, but she lost control and killed him. When she regained consciousness, she found herself naked, covered only by a man's shirt. This shirt belonged to a lycan who has been in search of his Luna.
As their paths collide, Alina must face a chilling question: is he her second chance… or the final piece in a prophecy that could destroy her?

No one has seen him,
No one can tell what he looks like,
No one can tell if he's human, wolf, dragon, elf, or vampire.

We've only heard his very deep, hoarse voice that doesn't sound so humanly.
We only know he's a ruthless beast,
And that beast is the king of all supernatural creatures -he is King Wymond.

He is an abomination -a mistake made by the moon goddess.
There are rumors that he is immortal -are there still any immortals in this age?

He walks the lands every night and kills any soul that crosses path with him or it,
He never lets anyone see him and doesn't attend public meetings.
He's always inside his palace, with those two big gates locking him away and isolating him from the world.

Weird!

How did he end up becoming the king then?

Every five years, girls who have come of age (18 years to 25 years), from different species (werewolves, vampires, witches, elves, and dragons) are taken to his palace.

It is unclear to us why they are taken there,
And we dare not ask why because asking why there is death penalty.

And strangely, all the girls taken to the palace always come back alive, but they end up losing their memories of what had happened in there.

No one has enough courage to investigate and find out what's going on -investigating is like walking into the valley of death.