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“Get in the coffin, Nomon. This time, you belong to me.”

Alaina is the Hunter Association’s deadliest weapon—a fearless woman hiding a lethal secret. To earn the antidote keeping her alive, she must tame Nomon, the ancient vampire progenitor who once treated humans as nothing more than livestock.

Two thousand years old, ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to kill, Nomon has never bowed to anyone. But Alaina has something he never expected: blood that can bring even him to his knees.

Their battle becomes a dangerous game of chains, blood contracts, and calculated seduction. He swears to make her regret capturing him. She swears she will never surrender her heart to a monster.

But when his revenge turns into real desire, and her mission begins to feel like betrayal, one question could destroy them both: What happens when the hunter falls for the monster she was ordered to break?

"You are naked," Josh commented.

"No-no… I…" she began to stutter, earning a small smile from Josh. "I am not."

"Come out from the stream then," he said with a lopsided smirk, moving dangerously closer to her.


Born of the lowest rank, Olivia has suffered greatly as an Omega Werewolf. After facing a pack attack, she was saved by a strange man who sold her off to be a slave. As she begins serving as a slave for a werewolf pack, she is captured by rogues.

After finally escaping from a group of dangerous rogues, she finds herself facing rejection yet again when she learns that she is mated to the Cursed Alpha, Josh who is the most feared, ruthless, and deadliest werewolf in the world.

Josh ruled with an iron hand, was merciless and dangerous just the way he wanted it. He knew he had no chance at love, and discovering he had a mate was out of the question. Mates are weaknesses, and his parents were the perfect example of why he should not be mated. Then, what was the Moon Goddess thinking, mating him with an Omega?

Kyra has spent years as Alpha Ethan's slave, plotting his death with every breath. When his son Damon her tormentor and bully drags her over a cliff's edge, she expects to die.

Instead, she wakes up to her worst nightmare.

The intoxicating scent filling her senses belongs to Damon—the man who tormented her, mocked her, made her life hell.

He's her fated mate.

“I reject you, Damon. I reject this bond."

“No."

“What do you mean, no?"

“I don’t accept your rejection, Kyra. You are bound to me forever."

Now they're trapped together—lost, hunted, and bound by a mate bond she'd rather die than accept. But with bounty hunters closing in and enemies on all sides, Kyra faces an impossible choice:

Trust the man who destroyed her... or lose everything she's fought to survive for.

What happens when your soulmate is your greatest enemy?

Innocent Sally Greens is made to replace her sister Renae at the altar in a bid to secure a very important partnership between her family and The ruthless Colbert Family. Her marriage is doomed before it even begins and soon enough she finds herself entangled in a web she created. On one hand is her loving obsessed husband and on the other hand is the promise she made to Renae in exchange for a sisterly love. The story uncovers a lot of dark secrets about the main objective of the marriage, family ties and deep rooted betrayal from hidden characters. Will innocent Sally evolve into a ruthless character to protect the ones she love?.

Virelle Solen has failed her Witch Certification three times. She’s broke, her magic fizzles more than it sparkles, and her landlord is threatening to evict her.

In a desperate attempt to look legit, she orders a discounted Familiar on WitchyWish — guaranteed companionship and a boost to her powers!

What arrives is not a cat.

It’s Rowan. Six-foot-two, silver-haired, scowling, and wearing what used to be her curtains because her spell shredded his clothes. He is a cat — just… conditionally. Turns out he’s a cursed shapeshifter from the prestigious Familiar Agency, and every time Virelle sneezes, hiccups, or gets flustered (which is often around him), he poofs back into a very large, very judgmental cat.

Now they’re magically bonded for 30 days. If they can’t prove their partnership works, Virelle loses her magic forever and Rowan stays trapped as a cat permanently.

The only problem? Virelle is starting to like both versions of him a little too much. Especially the one who sleeps on her pillow and brings her dead enchanted socks as gifts.

Dragons not allowed inside

Nobody in the Vlade kingdom would dare to place such a sign outside their workshop but the mage, Raven Dameris was far from nobody. She didn't care to please the dragons who had subjugated the kingdom after a decade-long war that took her grandmother with it and set the rest of her life to flames. She never planned to break that rule until the Dragon Duke appeared, making an exchange she couldn't refuse; Her late grandmother's grimoire to fix a simple stop watch. She begrudgingly accepts the deal, not expecting that it would hurl both of them into a past long forgotten where the skies were still blue and the streams were not clotted with the residue of dark magic.

Irina Alexei never thought she would marry her family's enemy, Roman Atono. Irina Atono, the hidden and only daughter of Atono Alexei who has been hidden from the underworld her whole life to save her from the enemies of her father was fed with the news that she was going to be betrothed to not any guy but the Don of the Atono Family, and the biggest threat to her family business. Irina was betrothed to Roman in assurance of the agreement deal Roman and her father had to thrive against the strong enmity both parties are facing from the third mafia family.

They had a flash marriage despite the strong opposition from both families. Roman made her life miserable in the first few months of the marriage before he started falling for her. The marriage was going fine until she met with the Atono family, the family of her husband—the family that reeks of villainous acts. Their common goal is one thing: to eliminate Irina. Her husband, Roman, tried saving her from his family, but it was almost impossible.

“I'll ruin and destroy you just like you did to me years ago, Evie Faye.” He growled against my ear.

“May the best player win, Asher Blackwood.” I retorted.


A: Arrogant.
S: Savage.
H: Heartless.
E: Exasperating.
R: Ruthless.

That's what Asher Blackwood should mean.

At least, that's what I tell myself whenever I'm forced to stand in front of the man who once owned my heart and now wants nothing more than to destroy me.

He's the ruthless captain who owns the ice, the man every woman wants, and the one man I should stay far away from.

Because five years ago, I broke his heart and disappeared.

What he never knew was that he broke mine first.

I left with nothing but a shattered heart and a promise to one day make him pay.

I thought five years would be enough to make him forget me but I was wrong.

Now I'm back, and Asher hasn't forgotten a damn thing.

He hates me.

I hate him too.

But living under the same roof turns our hatred into a dangerous game of sharp words, burning glares, and feelings neither of us wants to admit.

Then I made the biggest mistake of all when I started fake dating Ryder Blackwood, Asher's stepbrother, biggest rival, and the one man Asher can't stand.

Asher claims he doesn't care but his jealousy says otherwise.

And when one reckless night turned our hatred into undeniable desire, revenge began to look dangerously close to obsession.

But I've kept a secret that could destroy everything between us for five years.

Because when Asher finally discovers the real reason I left, he may never forgive me.

And this time, running away won't save me as Asher Blackwood has made his claim.

"Emma, this is a big night for the pack. The Alphas gathered here tonight could be important potential allies. You need to make a good impression." My father said.
"Potential husbands for your daughter, you mean?" I retort. "The way you used Mom to make an alliance before casting her aside when your 'true mate' appeared."
I cast a disdainful glance at Lisa, my father's 'true mate'. Her smile tightens but, for once, she doesn't speak.
"Mind your tone," my father snarls a warning, "At least your mother knew her place. You would do well to remember yours."
"My place? Is that what you call this? So you're grooming me to be like Mom. To be used and then thrown away when a prettier option appears?"
"That's enough!" My father grinds his teeth. "You will do exactly what I say for once. You'll meet whoever I want you to meet. You'll play nice and do what's best for the pack."
"I'm not going to repeat your mistake, I'm not going to end up like Mom!"


Emma, the daughter of the Alpha of the SilverPine Pack, grew up witnessing her father secure power through a political marriage to her mother. But when he found his true mate, he reduced Emma's mother to a slave and allowed Lisa to humiliate and torment her. This painful experience made Emma swear never to repeat the same fate or become a sacrifice for pack alliances.
Forced to attend the Choosing Party by her father, Emma rebels and escapes, unexpectedly sharing a one night stand with Ethan, Alpha of the IronClaw Pack. What she thought was a fleeting encounter shocks her when she discovers Ethan is the very match her father arranged for her.
Though drawn to Ethan, the shadow of her mother's suffering haunts Emma. She vows to find her true mate within 30 days or... do whatever it takes to make Ethan willingly give up the marriage...

"Mom, I am home," I said as I walked our small two bedroom apartment.

"We are in here, Sweety," My mom said

"We," I thought to myself as I walked to the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch with a man who looked to be around her age. He had blond hair and blue eyes. When I walked into the room, they both stood up quickly, letting me know the man was very tall, way taller than my mom, who was only an inch taller than me.

I was sure he had money because he was wearing a nice suit and black dress shoes. I looked at his wrist to see he had a nice Rolex watch.

"Um, I didn't know we were having company," I said.

"Sweety, I would like to introduce you to Jeffrey Jackson," My mom said

"It is nice to meet you, Lina. Your mom has told me so much about you," Jeffrey said

"Hello, Mr. Jackson," I said

"Please, call me Jeffrey," he said, and I looked at my mom.

"You said you needed to talk to me about something," I said

"Let's sit down and talk," my mom said. My mom and Jeffrey sat together on the couch while I sat across from them on a chair.

"I am just going to say this. We are getting married," My mom said

"What do you mean you are getting married?" I asked, shocked.

"Jeffrey asked me to marry him, and I said yes," My mom said.

"Hold on, let's back up a bit. When did this happen?" I asked

"Today. I asked your mom to marry me, and I am so happy she said yes," Jeffrey said

"I wanted you to come home because you need to pack your bags."

In the heart of a high-security men's prison, Liberty Lockwood, a brilliant yet repressed criminal psychologist, embarks on a groundbreaking experiment. As the sole female inmate among a sea of hardened criminals, she becomes the focal point of an electrifying social study.

Her mission: to understand the impact of a female presence on incarcerated men. But what begins as a professional endeavor quickly transforms into a tantalizing journey of unexpected desire and danger.

Surrounded by inmates craving female company, Liberty catches the eye of a notorious prison gang, drawing her into a perilous game of possession and control. In this treacherous world of mob bosses, hitmen, and twisted admirers, she finds herself teetering on the edge between survival and surrender.

As alliances form for her protection and boundaries blur, Liberty grapples with her own desires, discovering a world of thrilling passion she never dared to explore. Can she maintain her professional facade amidst the chaos of temptation and danger? Or will she succumb to the alluring pull of the unexpected romance blossoming within the confines of the prison walls?

In a deep, rough voice, he says, "I am the one whose brother died because of you."
"Sign it… or I shoot."
My hands tremble as I take the pen, tears blurring my vision, yet I have no choice but to sign.
"From today onward, you are dead to the world."
His tone is slow, poisonous.
"Your breath belongs to me."
"Your life… your death… all in my hands."
"Everything you are… is mine."
I am trapped in a marriage I never wanted.
For him, this marriage is just a deal, a way to increase his power. For me, it is a living hell.
He is the Mafia King, ruthless, terrifying, and stone-hearted. He believes I am guilty, and for him, this marriage is not a relationship but a punishment.
A crime I never committed, yet he turns me into a criminal and takes revenge every moment for his brother's death.
This is not a marriage. It is a fate worse than death.
Every day, I live as someone who is already dead to the world. Every night, I suffer under his control for a sin that was never mine.
But as the truth slowly begins to surface, everything starts to change.
Will I escape this nightmare, or will I be destroyed by the man who controls my life?

[Welcome home, Last Heir. Welcome to the Timekeeper’s Haven. It’s time to learn how to farm hearts and time itself!]

She is the last Timekeeper elf who swore never to trust a dragon.
He is the feared Dragon Lord who has never heard the word no.

When Thalassa repairs an enchanted pocket watch brought to her by Lord Aurel, the impossible happens—the artifact sends them fifty years into the past.

Stranded in an unfamiliar era, the sworn enemies have no choice but to hide their identities and pretend to be newlyweds in a quiet village.

Between nosy neighbors, running a tiny magical repair shop, and watching a proud Dragon Lord struggle with cooking, chores, and ordinary life, Thalassa begins to glimpse the lonely man beneath the ruthless legend.

Fortunately, she has an unexpected advantage: a mysterious familiar, a magical space of her own, and a system that rewards her for completing tasks.
Unfortunately, some of those tasks involve the Dragon Lord himself.

[Chime!]
+5 Heartstring

[Feat Unlocked: Stomp the Dragon Lord’s Pride!]
Notice: Lord Aurel’s pride has been stomped alongside his dignity.

“Ha! Take that, Husband!”

But somewhere between shared meals, playful arguments, and a marriage that was only supposed to be pretend, the impossible happens…
The Dragon Lord she was supposed to hate becomes the man she can’t live without.

Then her young grandmother sees the pocket watch—and recognizes a secret buried in time that could change their lives forever.

[Chime!]
+15 Heartstring Tokens
[Feat Unlocked: Melted the Dragon Lord’s Heart with Vulnerability!]

“Ha! Who’s the emotionally vulnerable one now, Your Highness?”

[Chime!]
−5 Heartstring Tokens
[Penalty: Undeniable Physical Attachment to the Dragon Lord!]

“EXCUSE ME?! Since when does he get to conquer me?!”
Current Balance: 73 Heartstring Tokens

The main character get kidnapped by a rival pack and get saved by her two mates who are alphas of an allied pack with her father. they have a lot of struggles while getting to know each other including getting kidnapped a second time while pregnant The female shifter and her five mates will have many struggles including with their pups but they put their strength and loyalty to the test with many pack as they become the Alphas of Alphas and rule the entire Kingdoms and counsels.

For twenty years, Lyra Solis was the perfect daughter, the perfect socialite, and the perfect fiancée. But the moment the Solis family’s biological daughter, Seraphina, returned from the Outer Rim, Lyra’s life became an expired contract.
The betrayal was total: her parents turned their backs, and her fiancé—the man she was supposed to spend her life with—spent his sacred Alpha rut in the arms of her sister.
To seal Lyra’s fate, Seraphina committed the ultimate crime: she hacked Lyra’s terminal to submit a Genetic Pairing Application. Under Alpha Prime Interstellar Law, the match is permanent. The bond is unbreakable. And the recipient is random.
Lyra didn't cry. She didn't beg. She simply walked away from the only home she ever knew to meet the stranger the system had chained her to.
She expected a commoner. She expected a life of obscurity.
Instead, she found Valerius Thorne.
He is a vision of lethal beauty: ink-black hair, violet eyes, and nine shimmering silver tails that speak of a lineage long thought extinct. Trapped in a violent, drug-induced rut and hunted by assassins, the Nine-Tailed Prince of the Empire is at his most vulnerable. When he clings to Lyra, whispering, "My star, did you come to take me home?" Lyra says yes.
What Lyra doesn't know is that she is a Null-Frequency, the only genotype in the galaxy capable of taming the most powerful Alpha in existence.
The Solis family thinks they threw her to the wolves. They have no idea she’s coming back at the side of a God.

“You are bound to me... You are bound to the notorious vampire king, my dear Athena,”

Athena Silvestri was born a hunter who was committed to her mission to avenge mankind from the hands of the evil creatures wandering in the forest and in the streets to penalize them for their crimes. Not until she encounters this irritating notorious vampire king, Arius Walther who is claiming her as his property. Athena was about to slay the vampire king, however, she realized of creating a game to capture all of her prey including the vampire king. Little did she know that even Arius had a plan for her.

In the game of love and hunting, who's heart will be the strongest? Who loses first?

One sacred rule in the Silver Frost Pack: siblings can never be mates.

Until the moon goddess decided to play a cruel joke.

Killian Fenrirson would kill anyone who dared look at his little sister. As the pack's feared enforcer, protection runs in his blood. But when forbidden desires start haunting his dreams, the very sister he swore to protect becomes his sweetest temptation.

Faye has always lived in her brother's shadow, safe in his unwavering love. That is, until his touch starts burning through her skin and his growl sends shivers down her spine. Now, every moment together is both ecstasy and torture.

But someone in the pack has been watching. Waiting. When jealousy ignites into murderous rage, buried secrets claw their way to the surface. Blood will stain the snow. Bonds will shatter. And one of them will discover just how far they'll go to claim what was never meant to be theirs.

In the Silver Frost Pack, forbidden love doesn't just kill—it devours.

"Mr. Wolfe's daughter needs a live-in caretaker. You will handle her meals, her studies and her daily supervision."
"Wait… a nanny?"
"Not just a nanny. A live-in housekeeper and companion. Full access. Housing, transport and excellent pay."
I blinked. "How excellent?"
"Six figures annually," Dana replied.
Rennie Brooks was not looking for a miracle. She only wanted to survive. With one hundred and two dollars in her account, an empty fridge and no one left to rely on, she never expected a desperate phone call to lead her into the estate of billionaire Shawn Wolfe. He is powerful, distant and impossible to read. Years of heartbreak and a toxic past with his ex-wife have turned him into a man who trusts no one. His daughter, Diane, is known for chasing away every nanny who steps through the door.
Until Rennie arrives.
From the moment she enters the Wolfe mansion, everything begins to shift. The cold silence softens. Diane attaches herself to Rennie with surprising devotion. The staff breathe easier. And Shawn, who once believed his heart was permanently locked, starts to feel something he has not felt in years.
To everyone else, Rennie is simply the hired help.
Behind closed doors, the truth is very different. Their connection grows in quiet moments and lingering glances. It is forbidden, risky and too intense to ignore.
He is her employer.
She lives under his roof.
No one, not even his daughter, can know what is happening between them.
But some feelings refuse to stay hidden.
They rise, they consume and they change the course of every life they touch.
Sometimes love does not wait for permission.
Sometimes it enters without warning and refuses to leave.

When Sylvia lost her last family and thought this was where her life as a rogue began, the most powerful Alpha dragged her to his mansion.
"I owe your father a debt," he said to her. "Anything you desire, I’ll give it."
But as he leaned closer—cedar and danger swirling in the air—all she wanted was:
His teeth on her neck.
His kiss like a brand.

When Claire lost their unborn child, Ethan was in Finland—with another woman.
He didn’t ask why she had gone to the hospital. He only demanded that she visit his mother, surrender their bedroom to his beautiful colleague, and stop “making a scene.”
Then he destroyed the last piece of art Claire’s mother had left behind and locked Claire in a room while she begged him to take her to the hospital.
So Claire left her engagement ring on the counter and disappeared.
By the time Ethan learned the truth, she had already built a new life beneath the northern lights.
Now he is ready to sacrifice everything to win her back.
But some apologies arrive after love is already gone.

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.

When I woke up in that hospital bed, legs wrapped in casts and burning like hell, everything came flooding back. This time, I wasn't the naive fool I'd been before.
Tyler, my brother Ryan, and that bitch Savannah—they destroyed me. Turned a gymnastics prodigy into a cripple.
Tyler had the nerve to grab my hand, begging me to forgive Savannah for ruining my legs. My brother chose outsiders over me, screaming about "family reputation."
Fuck their love. Fuck family.
This time around, I've got evidence of the $1.2 million they owe me. I know all their dirty secrets. Round two has started, and I'm done being their victim.
Those three bastards are going to pay back every damn cent they stole from me.

To buy my freedom, I made a deal with my father. I would play Lorenzo Hale’s fiancée, his shield, until he took the throne as Don. Then I’d swallow a black-market drug, fake my death.
For five years, I took bullets for Lorenzo. I tasted poison meant for him. I bled for him more times than I can count. The whole underworld said Corinne Moretti loved Lorenzo Hale so much it made her crazy.
The day he finally became Don, he married my sister Blair, declaring he would keep me as his mistress.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply started counting the days.
The drug was already in my blood. Seven days, and I’d be gone.
But by the time Lorenzo finally decided he wanted me to stay, I was already “dead.”

I was reborn on the eve of the arranged marriage, and the first thing Liana and I did was swap our marriage contracts.
In my past life, gentle Liana had married Kael, the cold and ruthless Alpha of the Wolf Clan.
But Kael always put the scheming daughter of his savior first, condemning my cousin to a lifetime of endless grievance and suffocating misery.
As for me, with my fiery temper, I’d been wed to a mediocre, weak Beta.
He spent every day complaining that I “wasn’t a woman at all”. Endless quarrels and the crushing burden of the family eventually led me to a tragic end—dying exhausted on the battlefield.
Now I opened my eyes again, staring at the fateful marriage contract on the nightstand. I clenched my fists and looked at my teary-eyed cousin.
“Tomorrow, you’ll marry that Beta. And as for that cold-blooded Alpha? I’ll take care of him.”

Violet Lawson thought the worst part of her life was loving a man who never truly saw her.

Married to the cold and ambitious Dave Belmont, she played the role of the quiet, elegant wife for years, until she discovered his affairs, buried under a pile of lies. But instead of crumbling, Violet outplayed him.

She tricked Dave into signing divorce papers he didn’t even bother reading, sealing her freedom behind a well-practiced smile.

Her plan was simple: wait out the final month, walk away with her pride and a payoff, and never look back.

But everything shatters the moment she steps out of the shower and finds Lucien Belmont, Dave’s half-brother, in her bedroom, shirtless, uninvited, and unapologetically amused.

Lucien, the elusive black sheep of the Belmont family. The one she’d only seen three times in all her years with Dave. He’s never around, always drifting from country to country, scandal to scandal, yet somehow, this house that Violet has called hers… belongs to him.

What begins as a tense confrontation turns into a dangerous entanglement. Lucien knows more than he lets on. And the fire between them? It’s not just attraction, it’s trouble. Because while Dave was Mr. Wrong, Lucien might just be worse. Or, he might be exactly what Violet never saw coming.

On the seventh turning of our Lunar Oath, I sat on my Alpha's lap, my hand resting on my flat stomach where our first pup was growing. I was waiting for midnight to tell him.
Then he spoke to his warriors in the Old Tongue.
"My new shadow-pet, Lirael... she tastes like an unplucked sweet-vine in the dark."
He was talking about my own sister.
While my mate smiled at me, playing the devoted Alpha, he had already ruined our sacred bond. And when my sister showed up at our gates claiming she carried his heir, I didn't scream, cry, or beg for the truth.
I just smiled.
Three days.
In three sunsets, Seren Thalyn will cease to exist.
By the time he breached his safe to find my wedding ring and my signed severance scroll, I would already be gone.

I died watching my fiancé check another woman for scratches while three bullets tore through my chest.

I was his human shield. She was his true love.

Then, I blinked—and I was back. Reborn on the exact day I was supposed to sign our Mafia marriage pact.

Matteo slammed the sacred blood-oath on the desk. "Sign the damn paper, Serena. And stop being jealous of Anna. She’s fragile."

He wanted me to be his Donna. To run his casinos, bleach his dirty money, and take the bullets, while he played house with his sickly-sweet stepsister.

In my past life, I cried and signed my soul away.

This time? I smiled. I picked up the gold pen and signed the Bride line.

But I didn't write my name. I wrote Anna.

I tossed the contract at his chest, packed my bags, and walked out of the underworld forever.

Have a nice wedding, Matteo. Let's see how long your empire survives when your fragile little princess gets the throne.

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.

I was always the last one picked.
In gym class, nobody wanted me on their team until there was no one else left.
At White Elephant exchanges, I always ended up with the worst gift.
Even when classmates invited me out to eat, I somehow wound up covering the bill.
Then I went to college and met Brooke, who always saved me a seat, and Ethan, my boyfriend, who stepped in whenever things got awkward.
For three years, we did everything together.
We rushed to eight a.m. lectures, split DoorDash delivery fees, and walked back from the library at two in the morning after late-night study sessions.
When my parents divorced and neither seemed to want me, Brooke and Ethan stayed.
They even set their phones to alert them whenever I texted.
For the first time, I believed I'd found people who would never leave me behind.
Then came the night of our final exams.
We were at a party on the second floor of a downtown hotel when every phone in the room blared with a tornado warning.
People screamed and rushed toward the stairs, desperate to reach the hotel's designated storm shelter downstairs.
Ethan grabbed Brooke and headed for the exit.
I was right behind them when he shoved a banquet table out of his way.
The table scraped across the floor and slid directly into my path.
My foot caught on one of its legs, and I went down hard.
Before I could get back up, a massive crystal chandelier came crashing down.
Part of its heavy frame struck my back, and broken glass scattered across the floor.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to get up. With everyone rushing past me, I had no time to think about the pain.
I just needed to get somewhere safe.
By the time I reached the hotel's storm shelter, Ethan and Brooke were nowhere in sight.
I'd been left behind again.
I pulled out my phone and texted my aunt Dana.
[I'll do it. I'll sign up for the trial.]

The yellow-green tennis ball slammed into my stomach at full speed. The heavy impact sent my 210-pound body stumbling backward, instantly triggering a chorus of vicious laughter around me.
"Look at that! The human backstop works great. We don't even need a net!"
It was Blair's voice, dripping with entitled cruelty.
Standing beside her, covering his mouth as he snickered, was Liam, the boy I'd been secretly crushing on—the same boy I'd stayed up late helping with his physics paper just last night.
Sweat stung my eyes, and the cramps twisting through my stomach made me feel like I was going to throw up. But I didn't cry.
I stared at the tennis ball rolling to a stop beside my foot, and for the first time in my life, something destructive ignited in my blood.
They thought being fat meant I was born to be their punching bag.
What they didn't know was that beneath all that fat was a monster capable of tearing down everything they were so proud of.

On my first day back in the country after studying abroad, my mother sent me to my fiancé’s company. I was to work low-profile as a secretary, just to slowly cultivate our relationship.
The moment I stepped into the office, a domineering woman started ordering me around, demanding I fetch her coffee.
I endured it.
That was until she deliberately spilled the coffee all over me. Only then did I realize that this woman—running amok in my fiancé’s company and treated like a queen by everyone—was his mistress.

Three years ago, my best friend Juliana Pierce was raped and jumped from a twelve-story building. I was there. I saw everything. I know exactly who did it.

Alexander Knight—Juliana's boyfriend, brilliant scientist, the man I've secretly loved for seven years—has spent every moment since hunting for answers. He believes I'm shielding a predator. He's dedicated his life to making mine hell.

Now I'm dying of ALS, and Alexander's dragged my broken body onto his "Memory Judgment Stage" for the world to see. His new technology can rip memories straight from my brain and broadcast them as holograms.

"Tell them who killed Juliana," he shouted.

I refuse. So he cranks up the machine, letting the neural probes tear through my dying brain. My hand shatters. My body convulses. But I won't break.

Until the memories start bleeding out anyway.

And when Alexander sees the rapist's face—Completely loses his mind.

For a century, Carlos and I were the most envied lovers of the Dawn Court—yet our story ended in a cage of mutual, agonizing torment.

He loathed me for shattering a forbidden spell to forcefully awaken his memories, a desperate act that drove his precious half-elf, Lilia, to plunge to her death from the Astral Tower.

And I resented him for completely erasing our sacred vows. The very man who had once taken a lethal dragon's breath to save my life had awakened only to draw his blade against my throat—and offer his heart to my closest friend.

For the dark centuries that followed, he chained me in a sunless dungeon, using every conceivable cruelty to break my spirit.

Right up until my mana withered and I drew my last, agonizing breath, the venom he had spat through gritted teeth still echoed in the darkness: "Cecilia, you disgust me. I would rather have never remembered you at all."

In the cold embrace of death, clarity finally pierced my obsession. I understood then that I never should have used the ashes of our past to chain a man whose heart had already moved on.

I opened my eyes and found myself thrust back to the exact day Carlos returned hand-in-hand with Lilia, his memories entirely wiped clean...

They left me to die in a burning lab while saving my faker sister. Big mistake.

I hadn't slept in six months, perfecting the neural serum that would save Mom's life. One vial. One chance. Then my adopted sister Mia grabbed it and smashed it on the floor, sobbing about how cruel I was to a "disabled" person.

Mom and Dad ate it up. My fiancé Ryan nodded along—probably because he was banging Mia every chance he got. When fire trapped me in the lab, they carried out "paralyzed" Mia and left me hammering on reinforced glass, choking on smoke.

Want to know the best part? That manipulative snake hopped out of her wheelchair and sprinted to safety the second she thought no one was looking.

Second chance at life? Hell yes.

I'm watching Mia lift that test tube again, ready to destroy everything. But instead of lunging forward like last time, I lean back in my chair.

"Smash away," I say with a shrug. "I'm not the one who'll suffer."

Let's see how this plays out when I'm not the naive fool.

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died.

Nathan’s lawyer handed her the documents, including the marriage certificate.

Things were moving much faster than she had imagined they would, and everything happening seemed too easy. Too good to be true - a voice in her mind cried out - Be careful! It’s a trap! If it was a trap, though, it was very cleverly hidden.

Crystal contemplated the proposal for a moment before addressing Mike, his lawyer. “I only have two questions,” she said. “The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don’t need to pay my debt?”

Mike: “Yes. And your second question...?”

Crystal: “Okay, I haven’t reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won’t take effect. Is that right?”

Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, “If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn’t. Do you believe that?”

“I suppose so,” Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate.

Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“What does that have to do with our divorce?” Crystal asked.

“I’m only asking because I care about you,” Nathan murmured.

“I’ll be happy if you say that you care about me,” Nathan continued. “Why must you torture me this way? Haven’t I done enough to prove my love for you?”

She was stunned hearing his confession and the words stuck in her throat.

My name is Isabella, and I’ve always lived in my sister Savannah’s shadow. They blamed me for our mother’s death, my father hates me, and my own pack doesn’t even know I exist. Then an accident put Savannah in a coma and, surprise, I got shoved into her life all over again.
Now I’m stuck at HighMoon Academy, where they train the elite, “serving” Lycan prince Aurelius, that arrogant, rude, feral wolf. Savannah’s dream has always been the throne. Mine’s a lot simpler: get out from under my father’s thumb and finally be free. So whenever there’s an order that has anything to do with the prince, my answer is always the same:
“Prince wants me for a private meeting? Hard pass.”
“He’s picking a date for the Christmas ball? I’m out.”
“He needs someone to warm his bed tonight? Yeah, that’s a hell no.”
I just didn’t count on ending up pinned to the academy’s cold wall, those wolf eyes scorching me, one of his hands on my chin and the other locked around my waist.
“You really think acting like you don’t care is going to save you?” he growls against my lips, making my whole body shake.
I’m not planning to bow to him. We both have dark secrets, and we’re stuck in a game that could ruin us... or bind us together for good.
“Because I’m not who you think I am, Lycan prince... and one day the real Savannah is coming back.”

Valeria's plan was simple:
Endure living in the same house as her notoriously sexy stepbrothers.
Make it through the last months of high school.
Leave the Red Ridge Pack—forever.

And things were going quite well until the first thing her wolf - Hazel - screamed on her eighteenth birthday was, "Mates!"

To her horror, she looked up and saw it wasn't just one—but all four of her stepbrothers.
Alerion, the cold and calculating leader.
Caius, the cute geek.
Zane, the Casanova, who made her heart race and her head spin.
And Lysander, the quirky one who had sworn to make her life in school difficult.

Each of them is determined to stake their claim, but Valeria has no interest in being part of their game. With her stepfather pressuring her into an arranged marriage and her mother turning a blind eye to her struggles, Valeria has one goal: to escape and never be found.

But the bond between mates is impossible to ignore, and when secrets unravel and tensions ignite, Valeria finds herself caught in a dangerous web of jealousy, desire, and betrayal.

Her freedom was all she ever wanted, but will she risk losing her heart to the ones she vowed to leave behind?

Xy'thern quickly took control from Xavier and the air in the room became more charged.
He looked deep into my eyes, making me feel more wanton than ever.
"Do you want me to put it inside you?" He asked, his voice doing things to my already wet pussy. He trailed his tail on my back, the tip causing more arousal to flow through me.
"Yes, Xy, please make me feel good with your cocks," I near-begged him, my body brimming with desire.
Suddenly, I heard clashes on the ground because he'd cleared away everything from the table.
He latched his lips onto my neck and then slowly penetrated my pussy, making me gasp very loudly.


Knowing she was going to be a breeder for a random alien when you got to eighteen was a reality Tessa had to deal with as she grew up just like every other human girl but what she wasn't prepared for was for the Prince of the aliens she'd come to hate and for just cause to suddenly decide she was to be his bride.
To make things worse, she discovered so many new reasons to hate him, but many more reasons spring up, and she's fighting hard to make sure her mind wins over her heart.
But as the alien world regains hope because of her, she must fight for her planet as the alien she finally gave her heart and mind to might end up destroying everything she loves and stands for: earth.

On the night of her birthday, Anastasia's world is turned upside down. Her father's brutal attack sets off a chain reaction that shatters her dreams and changes her life forever.

In a shocking twist, her father is forced to reveal a dark secret.

Anastasia is to marry into the infamous Greyson family, the most powerful and feared dynasty in the world. And her husband to be is none other than Dante Greyson, the enigmatic, ruthless billionaire with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost.

As Anastasia is dragged into the Greyson's treacherous world, she's confronted with a toxic web of family dynamics, including an ex-girlfriend with a hidden agenda, a mother-in-law who despises her, and sisters-in-law who'll stop at nothing to destroy her.

But Dante, the man she's bound to, is a puzzle she's desperate to solve. With a heart frozen by past betrayal, can he ever love again? And what happens when the sparks between them ignite a fire that threatens to consume them both?

But just as Anastasia begins to navigate this treacherous new world, a sinister message arrives, shattering her fragile sense of security: "Leave Dante or get caught up in the storm"

Ivy went home only to find the man she devoted her whole life to cheating with her elder sister. It was supposed to be their wedding day and he didn't show up,breaking his promise after making her give up on her career. Heartbroken, she found solace in the bar and she met someone in her drunken state.
The next morning, she had no way to return home because she was now homeless. She pleaded with the one who helped her to take her in, but he refused. Then it struck her.

"I heard you are looking for a wife over the phone. Let's get married, she proposed.

A few weeks later, the media were surprise to see a once famous actress with a renowned billionaire, leading to interviews. Mr. Zack Anderson, usually dismissive of reporters, seemed different that day.

"Mr. Zack Anderson, did the once famous actress seduce you for personal gain?"

"Who has the right to seduce me other than my wife?" he replied, and someone in his living room stood up.

"She married my uncle."

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that I wasn’t an omega, I wanted to call off this pretense, but I was weak. Too weak to even utter another word.

He heaved a deep sigh before he continued, now facing everyone present at the ceremony. “It's official, I, Beta Damien of the Dark Moon Pack, hereby reject my mate in the presence of everyone, and I kindly ask that my king put an end to this ceremony,” he said in a loud voice before pulling Ruby into a kiss right in front of me.

His words hit me like a jagged lightning bolt, I’ve just been rejected by my mate, and in front of the whole pack, tears streamed down my face as I stared at Ruby and Damien as they made their way through the crowd.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

I obeyed without thinking, opening my thighs to him as he positioned himself between them.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"Yes,"

His hand drifted lower, over my stomach, until his fingers found my clit. He circled it slowly, deliberately, watching my face. "Do you like how I touch you here?"

I nodded, unable to form words.

"Use your words, Elena. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," I gasped. "I like it."

"Tell me what you want, Elena." His fingers continued their torturous exploration, dipping inside me then returning to circle my clit. "Be specific."

I swallowed hard. "I want... I want you inside me."

He shook his head slightly. "Not good enough. Tell me exactly what you want."

My face burned with embarrassment. "I want your cock inside me. Please."


In a world where humans rank at the bottom of a hierarchy dominated by vampires and werewolves, Elena once had it all: a loving family and a devoted werewolf boyfriend.
Then her world shattered. Her stepmother schemed to sell her to a vampire as a blood source, while her boyfriend betrayed her for her roommate, claiming Elena was "too ordinary" and "not wild enough" for him.
Drowning her sorrows in alcohol, Elena encounters a mysterious stranger and shares a passionate night with him.
What she doesn't realize is that her one-night stand is none other than the formidable Alpha leader of the Silver Moon werewolf clan—the most powerful werewolf in existence.

Silvia lost everything in one night--her parents, her trust, and her mate. Coming home from their funeral, she found her "fated" partner, Zack, tangled with another she-wolf. "You'll always be my Luna... even if I seek out others," he said, smirking. Heartbroken but fierce,she rejected him--and turned to someone far more dangerous.

"I need help,"she whispered.
Sherman leaned closer, his voice like silk over steel. "I offer more than help, little wolf. I offer everything he couldn't give you."

Now married to Zack's powerful half-brother, Silvia plays a deadly game of loyalty, vengeance, and survival. But Sherman Carter doesn't help for free--and as their bond deepens,truths unravel.

Is Silvia just a pawn in Sherman's war?
Or is she becoming the Queen who'll burn the whole pack down?

When love, betrayal, and bloodlines collide, how far will one omega go to save her family--and destroy the mate who broke her soul?

For three years, Stella White loved Alpha heir Liam Sinclair with everything she had.

She endured being called a “defective Omega” and watching her family favor her sister Chloe, because she believed Liam would one day mark her and make her his Luna.

But just as they were about to marry, her parents sold her to a powerful stranger for pack resources.

Stella fought her way out and ran barefoot and bleeding to Liam, only to find him in their future home, taking Chloe in the bed meant for her. Her sister wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning for him to go harder.

Worse, Liam held Chloe close and sneered,

“Stella’s scent disgusts me. She’s nothing but a defective Omega. You’re the one who deserves to be my Luna.”

In one night, Stella lost her family, her love, and her last hope.

Everyone thought she was finished.

But the next day, in front of the entire Sinclair family, Stella made a choice that shocked them all.

She agreed to marry Liam’s uncle—Victor Sinclair.

Once the true Alpha heir, Victor had been reduced to a “ruined Alpha heir” after a poison attack destroyed his sense of smell.

They said Stella was unwanted.

They said Victor was broken.

But Victor took the silver whip for her and promised, “Marry me, and I’ll give you a home.”

From that day on, Stella was no longer Liam’s rejected fiancée.

She was Victor Sinclair’s wife.

The defective Omega they threw away would become the Luna none of them could ever reach.

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.

He doesn’t know I watched him for years.
Not from afar. Not casually.
Obsession isn’t casual.

I was fourteen the first time I saw him.
He was eighteen, beautiful, untouchable, everything I decided I needed.

So I made a plan.

I befriended his brother.
I won his mother’s trust.
I moved into his orbit so seamlessly, he never questioned it.

Now, I’m his wife.
He calls it fate.
He tells people we were meant to be.
But he doesn’t know the truth was designed.

He doesn’t know about the notes.
The maps.
The screenshots.
The years of silence, waiting, stalking, perfecting the version of me he would fall in love with.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.
And the deeper you bury a lie, the louder it screams when it surfaces.

Because he just found my old phone.

And the man I stalked for a decade…
Is now stalking me.

Was it ever love, or just revenge in disguise?

“Say my name, Cecilia.” Felix commanded.

“Please... Felix, please...” Cecilia sobbed. She held onto his powerful frame, completely consumed by him.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to see the raw desire in his eyes.

“Don’t think about him. Not now. Remember who is making you feel like this—it's me.”

——

Years ago, Cecilia had sacrificed everything for Miles. She tolerated his coldness and his family's abuse, only to find him fking his mistress in their own home.

She just said, "Let's divorce."

She walked away with nothing but emotional scars, and the world laughed at the "abandoned wife." They predicted she would crawl back. Instead, she was swept up by the most powerful CEO in the city, Felix, who was ready to give her the world—and delicious revenge.

"I have nothing to offer you," I told him. "Only myself."

"Renard can at least give you a concubine's title." His eyes moved over me once. "Don't imagine you can negotiate for even a blood slave's position with me."

I did not flinch. "I know that."

The knife was still in his hand. His voice was flat. Final. "So why come to me at all?"

"Because my godmother was going to hand me to her husband. I needed another way out." I held his gaze. "You are the most useful person I can reach."


After her parents died, Evelyne Olara made her way to Chalk City, where her godmother had promised there would be a place for her.

There was. Just not the kind she had hoped for.

The Valerius ducal house took her in as a ward and immediately began calculating what she was worth. Her guardian wants her for his bed. Her godmother wants her as a bargaining piece for the winter marriage market.

And at the center of it all stands Cassius Valerius. Grand Inquisitor of the Heresy Tribunal. Cursed with a madness no physician in the empire has ever been able to touch. The man they call the Forsaken Dragon behind closed doors, because everyone who has ever tried to get close to him has eventually stopped trying.

What begins as a transaction, cold and precisely worded and signed in blood, becomes something neither of them has a name for.

He gave her protection. She gave him the only thing that could silence the darkness in his blood. But what happens when a contract signed in desperation becomes the one thing neither of them can afford to lose?

WARNING: Dark fantasy romance with morally complex characters, dubious consent, and mature themes. 18+ only.

“Oh yes, more. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I arch my body, reaching the height of intimacy—until a sharp gunshot snuffs out all pleasure. This is how I die in Vito’s arms at twenty-three, four years from now.
Reborn at nineteen, I have one goal: save money, escape to Switzerland, and never cross his path again.
Yet fate traps me once more in his bed. I surrender, trying to set boundaries. “Don’t worry, Don. I have a fiancé. I won’t bother you.”
But this life, Vito is crueler and far more possessive. He invades my life, locking me up and taking away all my freedom.
I attempt another escape, only to be hunted down and dragged back. Shattered and enraged, I shout at him, “Don—no, Vito. You’re a monster.”
Onlookers stare in shock as the fearsome mafia king drops to his knees, begging humbly for me.
“Aria, marry me. Please.”
“My little bird… let’s have a baby. Please.”
He strikes a deal with me: three years. If I never fall in love with him by then, he’ll send me to Switzerland and leave me alone forever.
Still, as he touches me gently, a chilling fear consumes me: Will I end up dying in his bed all over again?