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After five years of marriage, Emily Johnson still hadn't been able to get pregnant.

The prestigious Smith family had a lot of complaints about her. Whenever they saw her, they'd make snide remarks, telling her that if she couldn't have children, she should step aside sooner rather than later.

She knew how obsessed the Smith family was with carrying on the family line, and she knew her loving husband James Smith was under tremendous pressure because of her.

She decided to divorce him, but James pulled her into his arms.

"Honey, I won't divorce you. Even if we don't have kids, I want to be with you forever."

Moved by James's devotion, she secretly went to the hospital where her good friend worked to get checked out.

After the examination, Emily went to meet her friend for lunch, but accidentally overheard a conversation between James and her best friend Sophia Brown.

"James, after five years, are you still not willing to tell Emily the real reason she can't get pregnant?"

The real reason she can't get pregnant?

Wasn't it just that her health wasn't good and it was hard for her to conceive? For the past five years, every checkup at the Smith family-controlled hospital had given her the same result. Was there something else going on?

"Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Why are you worried now? Are you afraid I'll actually get her pregnant and stop caring about you and our child?"

I was the best student, the most obedient, the most compliant—yet the only unloved child in our family.

When my brother got into fights, I took his punishment. When my sister snuck out with boys, I bore the consequences. Mom force-fed me pills and made me get my stomach pumped just to scare my brother away from smoking. Dad dressed ten-year-old me like a prostitute and threw me into a bar to warn my sister against going astray.

In the end, they sold me to a gambler for a few hundred dollars.

I died in a dark pond, and no one heard me calling for help.

But when my spirit drifted home, they were gathered around the dinner table, laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong.

It wasn't until the police knocked on their door that they realized—I had been missing for seven whole days.

Later, my brother clutched the chocolate he never got to give me, crying every day. My sister dreamed every night of ten-year-old me struggling and screaming in that bar. Dad knelt at my grave daily, consumed by guilt. And Mom, after killing that gambler, threw herself into the same pond where I had drowned.

Finally, they loved me.

But I was already dead.

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

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

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

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

"Command received, Supreme Commander."

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

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.

After one painful and humiliating night, Mia was left wondering if Master Reed was just a figure that she dreamed up when she secretly discovered the world of BDSM. Until she collided with him in the conference room at her office building and found out just how real he actually was and he's made it very clear that he is going to be her Master.

Reed bought "Bean Me" with the intention of claiming Mia as his submissive. A dream he'd had ever since the night he had picked her up off the sidewalk at his club "The Dungeon" three years earlier.

Before that dream can come true, it is threatened when his manipulating ex-wife comes back into the picture with every intention of staying there. She brings a few nasty surprises as well that will leave Mia and Reed reeling and wondering if there is anyway their fragile budding relationship.
18+ Adults only
Explicit Scenes, BDSM

Bound To Me Series Contains Four books, You Are Mine, You Are Ours, Because I Want To, and They Are Mine.

Married to Declan Hargrove for three years, I kept my past locked away tight. I let no one near Greybell, and I never, ever mentioned the name Calloway.
Until Piper excitedly dug up the "incest scandal" between me and my own brother. The Hargrove family booked their flights that very night, vowing to fly to Greybell and tear my "white-trash" parents to shreds.
I knelt on the carpet, shaking and sobbing.
But hiding behind the curtain of my long hair, no one saw the truth. I wasn’t begging for my own life.
I was begging for theirs.
Because my brother, Reid, had already gotten the news. He was in Greybell right now, preparing an unforgettable "feast" for our arrogant guests.

A cheating husband. A burning curse. One forbidden night with a stranger who isn’t a stranger at all.
When Rose DeLuca’s world falls apart, the man who saves her turns out to be the Alpha she was destined for....and the billionaire who’s ready to claim everything, including her.

18+ WARNING: This novel contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, betrayal, and dark romance.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

The most humiliating moment of my early life was when my father drove my mother and me out of our home. From a pampered heiress, I fell to the depths of a bar hostess. It was there that I encountered a man I would never forget for the rest of my life. After a one-night stand, I accepted his proposal—who could refuse someone they had admired for so long?

I thought I'd found redemption, but it turned out the pregnancy was a misdiagnosis! From then on, Raymond offered me nothing but money and sex. In this loveless marriage, I endured five years. Just when I thought my life would remain this way forever, he brought a little boy home.

Watching my stepsister's smug smile, my world crumbled. "Raymond, let's get a divorce!"

[Where is Bryce?] I signed.

Serena's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Looking for your husband?" She tilted the phone away from her face, panning across the rumpled sheets until the camera revealed Bryce.
 
He was naked, sprawled across the king-sized bed, fast asleep. One arm stretched beneath Serena's neck, the other hand rested possessively on her bare breast.

"He's exhausted," Serena whispered, the camera returning to her smirking face. "We've been at it for hours. Did you know he calls my name when he comes? Has he ever done that with you?"

Evelyn lost her voice due to an accident in her childhood, which made her the mute wife when married to Bryce Finch. After three years of marriage, her husband ignored her, her mother-in-law despised her, and her husband's lover humiliated her. On her birthday, Evelyn recorded the evidence of her husband's infidelity and decided to leave this marriage. Just then, she discovered that she was pregnant. What’s more, she found that there were still many secrets about herself that remained unsolved... Thus, she began her counterattack.

Freya's POV

Cold raindrops pelted my face, mixing with the stinging pain on my cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears.

The black Bentley's windows blocked out the noise from outside, but they couldn't block the chill radiating from the man in the back seat.

Blake Jenkins held an unlit cigar between his fingers, his eyes as cold as ice.

When his gaze swept over me, there wasn't a trace of warmth—only deep-seated hatred.

"Freya Stewart, remember your place."

His voice was low and hoarse, each word drilling clearly into my ears.

"Starting today, you're no longer the adopted daughter the Jenkins family doted on. Now you're just a nanny, a servant to wait on Lena."

My body trembled violently, my fingers clutching desperately at the hem of my clothes.

I lifted my head, eyes red and rimmed with tears, my voice shaking uncontrollably: "Blake, you went through all this trouble to find me just to make me a nanny for you and Lena Johnson? Why should I? What happened back then..."

"Shut up!" Blake cut me off sharply, crushing the cigar hard into the ashtray.

"You still dare bring up what happened back then? If it weren't for you, how would my parents have died so horribly? I almost didn't survive either! If it weren't for your gambling-addicted father, how would Lena have ended up disabled, stuck in a wheelchair for life!"

I died on my birthday.

While kidnappers shattered my limbs and violated me to death, my family was throwing a grand party for my sister Chloe—yes, we shared the same birthday, but only hers was worth celebrating.

I called my father for help. He sneered and hung up: "Stop using this pathetic kidnapping stunt to ruin Chloe's birthday."

I called my fiancé Mark. He said with disgust: "If you're going to die, do it somewhere far away."

In the final second before the flames consumed me, I finally understood—

I was never loved in this family.

And now that I'm truly dead, now that they've discovered Chloe hired those men to kill me, now that the truth has been exposed to the world...

Will they regret it?

Or will they, as always, continue to favor Chloe and blame everything on me—the dead one?

“Go find one of those perfect little she-wolves lined up to mate you. Play your Alpha card on them. I’m sure they’ll beg to be marked..maybe they’ll even let you f—”

“Seliene!” he snapped, his voice a roar as he grabbed my wrist.

“Stop touching me!” I shoved at his chest, voice rising despite the sting in my throat. “Stop acting like you care when all you've ever done is hate me!”

Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “There are plenty of men who would take me to bed without second-guessing it. Maybe I should let them. Maybe I should—”

His hand tangled in my hair so fast I gasped, and the next thing I knew, my back was against the wall.

Ronan’s eyes were glowing now—not just anger, but something else. Something deeper. His wolf was there, right under the surface, growling low and dangerous.

“Oh?” I taunted, my body betraying me with a subtle tremble of arousal. “What is this? You don’t want me, but no one else should touch me either?”

His growl deepened, vibrating between us, and then his mouth crashed down on mine.

I moaned before I could stop myself, and that only seemed to provoke him further. He pressed harder, his body pinning mine, every inch of him demanding, claiming.

He groaned into my mouth, his thigh sliding between mine and pressing upward. I gasped, my head hitting the wall as pleasure sparked through me.

“Don’t want to touch you?” he growled against my lips. “I want you with every damn breath.”


Seliene, a fierce half-breed hiding heartbreak behind a defiant tongue, and Ronan, the brooding Alpha who once rejected her, ignite in a moment of raw passion and buried longing. Bound by a mate bond they both try to resist, their chemistry is undeniable, dangerous, explosive, and edged with the pain of a love neither dares to admit.

Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk. "Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple. Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue whilst saying her last prayer inwardly. She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible. But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her. ------------------------------------- Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand. She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes. At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for. Alessandro, an Alpha werewolf assuming the identity of a mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needs a saviour before he drowns. After a traumatic childhood event that left him scarred, Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess. However, she was taken. The powerful urge to save her from her...

I was reborn, back to the moment before I was dragged to death by motorcycles in the wasteland.

In my previous life, I listened to the moral blackmail of the saintly female lead Daisy and used my abilities to desperately save a motorcycle gang surrounded by zombies.

As a result, I was severely injured from ability overexertion, and these ungrateful wolves used me as a tool to establish dominance, dragging me to death with motorcycles across the wasteland.

Before I died, Daisy was still there crying: "We tried our best, this isn't our fault."

Now that I have a second chance, she stands before me again shouting:

"Cole! What are you standing there for? Go save them! Those people are going to die! You have abilities, you must save them!"

Looking at her hypocritical saintly face, rage burned in my chest.

Why should my abilities save ungrateful wolves? Why should my life be a stepping stone for others?

The kindness of fools is worthless!

So I threw her out to feed the zombies!

Betrayed and bleeding out, heiress Kira Summers dies at the hands of her treacherous family.

Across worlds, Alpha King Adrian Draven begs the moon goddess for redemption after losing his mate to his own fatal mistakes.

The universe answers…with a vicious twist.

Kira awakens in his mate's body: fierce, powerful, and utterly unforgiving.

In a realm of wolves, witches, and pack politics, she trusts no one…least of all the Alpha who thinks he can tame her.

He wanted his lost mate back.
He got hellfire in heels instead.

And this new Queen? She's ready to burn it all down.

"You don't always have to say something, you know that, right?" I said, my voice sounding strange in my ears.
"You need to stop talking down on people just to massage your stupid ego!"
The worst thing about suddenly changing schools is the part where you think it's your chance to begin from the top—take life by the reins and navigate it in the direction you've always wanted. That was what Sydney Walker thought when her boyfriend, Chase Monroe, released private pictures of her right before he left the town.
Then a week after, her father is found dead in the cold rain. She was forced to go live in a whole new city with her family which she barely knew, giving her hope that she could start afresh. But news flash: she's still the same plus size, introverted nerd even in her perfect sister's kind of clothes.
And Tyler Sinclair—Lakeview's golden boy, never called it a day if he didn't remind her that she was three times her sister's size, up to their senior year. But the more he punches her in the guts, the more circumstances around her push her to fight back.
But when? And how would she finally square up to the one boy that toxic part of her secretly wants to see every day? And what about Tyler? Are his insults just mere "tease" or is there something going on in his family that no one else knows about?

"Do I want a taste?" his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him.

"What do I do? I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. "Gosh I hate this man so much" his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy.
I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even mo re. "Get on the bed and spread your legs" his cold voice woke m e up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. "Yes master".

“Too bad you tied yourself to this monster. I’ll never let you go. I didn’t come all the way to an island in the middle of the ocean, to let you get away from me.” Henry’s right hand descended lower, taking his time, discovering the pleasures of her curves, strumming her velvety skin. “Your body sings under my hands, Kitty Kat. You can’t deny it.” He whispered to her, cynical and enticing. “Even if your heart doesn’t agree with it, your body is mine.” Melina bucked forward when he pressed and delivered soft circles on her delicate nub, making her gasp and grind on him, as an impish smile curved his lips.

“Please, Henry…” she moaned. “Don’t stop…”

“Let me feel you clenching around my fingers, Melina.” Henry grunted, his control by a thread. She was beautiful, a sinful angel all flushed hot and looking at him with those glazed, chocolaty eyes, begging him to put an end to her sweet misery.


Greece was the refuge she chose for herself.

Amazing friends, a career

she adored, and a daughter she cherished with all her heart.

But a paradise island wasn't enough to keep the past away, and it came back to haunt her as the most handsome of nightmares.

He was her kidnapper, a mobster, and a murderer with blood in his hands.

He hurt her beyond words, but came back with renewed fire to make her his again.

Would he forgive her for lying to him?

Would she forget his terrible past?

Kingsrow International College is not for all kids. It’s for top kids, super smart kids, and kids who work hard. Atlas Knox Wainwright is all three. He’s head of the Kingsrow Knights basketball team. He’s the best kid in the school. He’s the boy no one can touch. His life is neat, in his hands, and just how he likes it.

Then Aurelia Hattie Miller from Houston, Texas comes, and all things change.

She talks big. She’s not neat. She speaks her mind and does what she likes. She does not fit in a fancy school like this, and Atlas tells her so. But when her marks go bad and his plan gets too much, they have to hang out each day. She needs him to teach her. He needs her to keep him on track. Both are mad about it.

But when you hang a lot with someone, you get them. You know their true self. Aurelia sees the hard weight Atlas holds in quiet. Atlas sees she tries much, even when she looks chill. While they yell and do night school time, they quit saying “no” to how they feel.

Until the big game comes. Until Atlas picks the ball, not her. Until all breaks.

Now he must pick what counts top: the good life he made, or the girl who flipped it.

Five years ago, Emma Holloway made the cruelest choice of her life—breaking the heart of the only man who ever truly loved her. She let him walk away without knowing the truth. Now? She’s broke, desperate, and hiding behind a fake name just to land a job.

Only it’s not just any job. It’s at Harrington Enterprises.

And her new boss?
Cole Harrington. The man she pushed away. The man who built an empire… and never forgot the woman who betrayed him.

Cole is colder now. Powerful, unreadable, and engaged to someone else. But when he sees her again—“Emily Grace,” as she now calls herself—he plays along. Smiling in public. Testing her in private. Pushing boundaries she’s too vulnerable to defend.

She needs the paycheck. He wants answers.
But neither of them are prepared for what happens when secrets start unraveling, and emotions long buried come roaring back.

Because Cole isn’t just back for business.

He’s back for closure.
Or revenge.
And maybe... her heart.

I promised Ethan Caldwell, the boy I grew up with, I'd give up the top schools to attend some mediocre college with him.

On the final day of application submission, I brought homemade soup to his studio.

Outside the door, I heard him bragging to his friends: "Claire Bennett's like a damn puppy. I tell her to come to NYU with me, and boom, she changes her whole application to NYU. Lily's grades are shit. If Claire doesn't go for that full scholarship, Lily's got it in the bag. And Claire's so whipped, even when she finds out, she'll just suck it up like always."

The thermos in my hands feels cold now.

I found my husband's vasectomy certificate while sorting medical bills. The procedure was done a year ago. But I was six months pregnant now.

I stared at the date on the paper and my hand just... stopped. I kept checking it again and again, but it was still the same. I was freaking out. I looked down at my bump showing through this baggy sweater, and my hands started shaking.

I got in my car and drove straight to my husband's private club. I needed answers about this, now.

A betrayed politician’s wife.
A rebel alpha with nothing to lose.
A town crawling with secrets.
And a war waiting to ignite between blood and fang.
Calla Hart thought the worst thing her husband could do was cheat.
She was wrong.
After catching Senator Blake Hart in bed with a vampire, and learning he’s part of the Crimson Order, a vampire mafia that wants her blood.
Calla runs. Not for love, but for survival.
Because what’s in her veins isn’t normal.
She hides in Ravenridge, a decaying supernatural border town where monsters walk like men and shadows bite back.
A place where the veil between worlds is wearing thin.
There, she crashes -literally-into Axel Cain, the 20-year-old Alpha of the Vanguard Pack, a feral biker gang that patrols Ravenridge like outlaw wolves. Axel doesn’t do politics. Doesn’t do mates.
And definitely doesn’t do soft, wealthy women from the city.
But something in Calla’s scent sets his wolf on fire.
And when he learns who she’s running from-and what she really is-he makes a choice that will cost him everything:
Keep her close. Claim her.
And start a war that could burn the veil between their worlds.
Extra Note for Readers
This is a slow-burn paranormal romance with steamy heat, deep emotions, and an age-gap dynamic.
She’s older, hunted, and secretly powerful.
He’s younger, dominant, and doesn’t play nice.
Together, they might save the town… or destroy it.

On our first anniversary, my billionaire husband threw me out like garbage. He called me a gold‑digger, accused me of trapping him, and made sure everyone in the city knew I was a liar.

Five years later, I’ve rebuilt myself into the most sought‑after wedding planner in the city. The past is buried along with the truth that I left carrying his twins. But when a powerful CEO demands a meeting to plan his high‑profile wedding, I walk into the boardroom and come face‑to‑face with the man who destroyed me. He doesn’t recognize me. And he has no idea the two adorable flower girls shadowing my every move are his hidden heirs.

He wants me to create his perfect fairy‑tale day. I’ll smile, pour his champagne, and wait. Because when the truth finally comes out, I won’t just ruin his wedding I’ll make him feel every ounce of the pain he gifted me. But the more time I spend with him, the more I see cracks in his cold façade. And when he discovers my secret, his regret might turn into something far more dangerous than revenge.

Will his hidden heirs be the key to her vengeance or the chains that bind them together forever?

"If I were pregnant... what would you do?"
Jasper Finn didn't hesitate.
"Get rid of it."
On their third wedding anniversary, Quinn Ledger received two gifts from her husband. A divorce agreement and the woman carrying his child.
The other woman was her stepsister.
For three years, Quinn endured humiliation, betrayal, and endless accusations of being barren from the Finn family. She loved Jasper with everything she had, yet he never chose her.
So this time, she stopped fighting.
She signed the papers, walked away, and took her secret with her.
What Jasper never knew was that Quinn had been hiding something powerful enough to destroy everything he valued. The truth about the child he believed she could never give him.
Then Morrison Drax returned.
The ruthless billionaire who had loved Quinn long before Jasper ever noticed her.
While Jasper desperately tries to win back the wife he threw away, Morrison is already by her side, protecting her, spoiling her, and claiming the future Jasper lost with his own hands.
Now Jasper wants a second chance.
But the woman who once loved him blindly is gone.
And this time, she belongs to the man who never let her go.

Maisie has had her fair share of pain: Being the Luna of the BlackRock Pack in name only, her mate Xavier preferred his childhood sweetheart over his own family, leaving her and their daughter Aria invisible in their own home. When Maisie learned that Aria had only one month to live, she made a desperate bargain—sign the divorce papers in exchange for Xavier finally spending time with their dying daughter.

But Xavier's cruelty knew no bounds. The night he abandoned them on the roadside, choosing his mistress over their unconscious child, was the night Aria took her last breath. Alone. In Maisie's arms.

Broken and rejected, Maisie disappeared into the shadows. Three years later, she returns as the CEO of MG Global—powerful, transformed, and ready to destroy the man who destroyed her. She meets Rogue Alpha Roman, a man with his own vendetta and secrets that run deeper than revenge. But as Maisie reclaims everything Xavier stole from her, she discovers something she never expected: a second chance at love. And Xavier? He'll burn the world down before he lets her go.

In a world of pack politics, corporate battle, and deadly obsession, Maisie must decide—will she let the past consume her, or will she finally choose herself?

Everyone says that karma is a bich, but I say fate is the real btch. Or else why did it play a cruel game of killing the man whom I love the most and then let another man with the same face barge into my life?
Yes. This is what happened to me. I didn't even stop crying after the funeral of my boyfriend when I was forced to marry by my cruel father. I protested, but the stakes were high to me. Not to my father, not to this other man, but to me.
I could have handled the situation in a better way, but the face of my contractual husband shattered me again.
Above all, I am a human, and he is a werewolf. And at the altar, he told me that I am his mate too. Yet he refused to mark me because he needs a powerful mate, not a pathetic human.
Cruel game of fate, right?

I once thought I had a perfect family. I believed my husband loved me deeply and considered myself the happiest woman in the world.
But one day, I discovered that our maid had been secretly poisoning me. What shocked me even more was finding out that my husband was having an affair with her...

The story opens by showing the sharp contrast between Chloe and Maria’s lives.
After a devastating accident, Chloe’s world shifts overnight. Forced to transfer to a new school, she takes on a part time job to help support her mom. Juggling work and studies, Chloe fights to build a good life for her family.
Across town, Maria glides through the halls of Crestwood Academy, her designer heels clicking on marble floors. She’s untouchable, surrounded by friends who follow her every word.
One evening, both families receive shocking news, the hospital where Chloe and Maria were born has uncovered a decades old mistake, a nurse confessing. DNA tests confirm the unthinkable, the girls were switched at birth.
Suddenly, Chloe must leave behind the only life she’s ever known and step into Maria’s world, while Maria is forced to move into Chloe’s modest home and attend public school.
The switch leaves both girls reeling and sets the stage for rivalry, jealousy, and romance.

I was Mara.I had suffered from a strange sickness my whole life. Every quiet night, an uncontrollable hunger surged through me — a ravenous urge to eat human flesh. I’d visited countless hospitals, yet every doctor said there was nothing physically wrong with me. They only handed me psychiatric pills, dismissing my agony as mere delusion.
Then by chance, I met Lucy, a mysterious witch. She stared straight into my eyes and said, “What an interesting body, what an interesting sickness.” She pressed a bottle of dark green potion into my hand. I hesitated, then took it and left.
When night fell again and my sickness flared up violently, raw pork no longer held back my maddening hunger. Without a second thought, I drank the potion.
For a week after that, I felt fine. But I soon saw Lucy again at her cottage. She told me the potion would never cure my sickness completely unless I fulfilled five brutal rules: eat the heart of a wicked man, the kidney of a sinner, the liver of someone I loved, the spleen of a criminal, and the stomach of an innocent soul.
I held back my hunger for an entire month…Until I finally gave in.The first heart I devoured belonged to my boyfriend.

My mother rips my long-hidden Orion star chart to pieces and hurls the scraps straight into my face like garbage.
For seventeen years, I’ve been the praised straight-A good girl, my shirt collars always buttoned all the way up. I’ve lived solely for one goal: an acceptance letter from Yale, my ticket out of this suffocating cage.
But the second she locks my bedroom door from the outside, it hits me cold: blind obedience only traps you tighter.
Just as despair crashes over me, a silver lighter clatters against my windowsill. Zane—the biker delinquent everyone at school steers clear of—pries open my window and holds out his hand to me.
To hell with the Ivy League. Tonight, Aria’s jumping out of this window that’s kept me prisoner.

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.

“Are you sure, Luci?” Roman’s voice was low, almost rough.
My breath caught. Every instinct told me to stop… but the way he looked at me made it impossible. “I want you, Roman.”
His jaw tightened. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Then show me.”
For a moment he just stared at me, like he was fighting himself. Then he pulled me closer, his lips brushing mine in a slow, dangerous kiss.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he whispered.
I shook my head.
And when his arms closed around me, his touch sent heat through me, I realized something terrifying...
I wasn’t afraid of Roman Orlov anymore.
I was falling for him.


Luciana Moretti was meant to marry Adrian Orlov, the only man who ever made her feel safe in a ruthless mafia world.
Then Adrian died.
To protect their powerful alliance, Luciana is forced to marry Adrian’s younger brother instead—the cold, dangerous Roman Orlov.
Roman was never meant to be her husband.
But the way his dark eyes follow her.. makes it impossible to ignore the fire growing between them.
Just when Luciana begins to fall for the man she once feared, a shocking truth surfaces:
Roman might be the one responsible for Adrian’s death.
Now Luciana must decide— Trust the man who sets her heart on fire… or expose the one who may have destroyed her world.

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

He's my mate's father and I had a one-night stand with him. I shouldn't have but I was just so bitter because my mate was sleeping with my half-sister.
That night marked the beginning of his insane obsession. And then I realized he wasn't the level-headed and calm father-in-law I always thought he was.
Behind that mask was an obsessive, manipulative, and controlling man who had sworn never to let me go. He'd do anything to keep me, including ruining my life.
Now I'm stuck in this clandestine erotic relationship we have. And each day, I find myself getting more addicted to him.
What do I do to break free from this erotic but toxic bond we share?

"Maybe you should get yourself checked to see if you’re barren," my mate said coldly, while his mistress stood in our living room, her hand resting on her pregnant belly.

The words hit me harder than any physical blow. Five years. I had given Sebastian five years of my life, my loyalty, and my love. And now, Brittany stood there, glowing with triumph, announcing she was carrying his heir.

"I can't change the fact that she's pregnant," Sebastian said, not even looking at me. "At least now we have a child coming."

I stood there, shattered. The man who promised to love me forever was now looking at me like I was broken goods. Like I was the problem. I ran out into the rain, my heart bleeding, until I found myself at a bar, drinking to forget. I wanted to erase him. I wanted to erase the pain.

But when I woke up the next morning, I wasn't in my own bed. I was naked. And the man standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face wasn't my husband.

It was his exiled brother, Hardin.

"Morning, Little Wolf," he drawled, his eyes sweeping over my bare shoulders. "You were very... enthusiastic last night."


Rhianna is dying, but her mate Sebastian is too busy with his ex-lover to notice. When Sebastian's exiled, dangerous brother Hardin returns to the pack, he sees what Sebastian ignores. As Rhianna’s life fades, she finds herself torn between the mate who broke her and the "monster" who would burn the world to save her.

His eyes were dark wild with an emotions I couldn't name. "You are playing with fire kid," he warned his voice a raw ragged growl.

A thrill shot through me.

I bit on my lower lip feigning innocence as I stared right into his stormy eyes “What if I want it to burn me?" I whispered leaning forward until my lips were a hair's breadth from his.

I could feel his warm breath on my skin fast and uneven. "Come on old man," I taunted softly my hand coming up to rest on his chest.

I could feel his heart pounding under my palm. "I know you want me. Stop fighting it."

•••

For seven years Alyssa White lived a lie hiding her billion-dollar inheritance to be the perfect wife but on the night of her in-laws' anniversary everything shatters. Her husband Damon reveals his secret family and cruel shove from his mistress sends Alyssa falling and causes her to lose the twin babies.

Burned by betrayal and imprisoned on false charges Alyssa takes on her identity with burning desire for revenge and her personal bodyguard who is also her ex husband’s Father in law, she would burn Damon’s world to the ground.

I died on my husband’s orders.
My five‑month baby was torn from me, limb by limb, on an operating table he approved.
My sister was left a vegetable after he paid men to break her.
I was thrown into prison for a crime I didn’t commit, then dragged back to donate my kidney to the woman who destroyed us both.

When I finally collapsed on a freezing street, wearing a humiliating sign around my neck, he didn’t even blink.

Then I woke up.
One year before the nightmare began.
Lying next to him on the very night he first believed her lies.

His hand is already reaching for me.
This time, I don’t cry. I don’t beg.

I smile.

He thinks I’m still his broken wife.
He has no idea that tonight, the hunter becomes the prey.
And when he finally falls to his knees?

His turn to beg.

"TangShi is a girl without much luck in the world. Despised by her father after her mother died giving birth to her, she has grown up in a cold and unloving environment and hated by her stepmother. Blamed for things she could never control and treated as an outcast by her own blood.

Forced to come home after finally escaping to school on a self achieved scholarship abroad, she is promised to the son of the Leng family. To create a beneficial business alliance to further her own father's greed in the corporate world.

Only YuZhi Leng is as unwilling as she is, with a girlfriend already in place that he adores and no desire to honor the contract put in place - to produce an heir in the first year of marriage and solidify the two families union.

TangShi must bear living as a third wheel in this unwanted life and accept or be thrown aside by her family. Until upon meeting, she realizes that YuZhi may not be the stranger to her she thought he was and recognizes him on sight. Could he be the man she met eight years ago at a masked ball, who swept her off her feet and made her feel alive, and yet left her heartbroken that fateful night?

A rollercoaster of a marriage is about to be embarked upon."

My greatest sin was killing the only man who loved me. Reborn, I have one mission: his salvation.

No more lies. This time, I offer myself to the blind king I wronged. My knowledge of the future is my dowry—I know the poison in his cup and the knife at his back.

Our marriage is my penance and his armor. I was his ruin. Now, I will be his vengeance.

Sophia Harper had always thought she was living a stable and happy life with her husband, until one night she found her husband sleeping with his cousin. Her husband's divorce and betrayal left her penniless and desperate. When she felt that her life was hopeless, she unexpectedly fell into the arms of the cold and mysterious billionaire Alexander Knight, and spent a reckless night of passion with him, and got a terrible result, she was pregnant!
When she was not sure whether she could get out of the situation of her husband's betrayal, but got involved with such a terrible man and got pregnant with his child, her life was completely in chaos!

Winter Cheshire, a future alpha by fate, but a slave mate by her father's choice. Lucky for her, Castro, her third chance mate rescues her from her abusive captor. To her dismay, even her savior gives her a cold shoulder after bringing her to his pack.
After two rejections, Castro's unwillingness to accept her is salt on her wounds. What's the point of staying if she isn't good enough for him? So she runs away, little does she know, someone is watching her and knows the true potential of her wolf.
A war of betrayal, redemption, awakening and a fated bond is waiting to unleash on all of them. Just remember the moon goddess, is on her side, and they should be ready for Winter's wrath.

"You're dead," Zeke whispered, stepping closer. "I buried you. I mourned you. I—"
"Layla tried to kill me," I said simply. "But I survived. And now I need your help."
"Cecelia…"
"My son has been taken," I continued, tears streaming down my face. "You have to help him, Zeke. He's also your son."
"Your son?" His shock mirrored my own pain.
"Our son, Zeke. His name is Golden, and he has your eyes."
He once claimed me as his, then destroyed me. Cecelia was never meant to survive—just to suffer for the bond, used, discarded, left broken. Zeke took everything from her: her freedom, her future, and the one thing she never intended to give—her heart.
But she didn't die. She learned. She transformed. Now she's back, unrecognizable, with poison in her smile and vengeance stitched into her soul. His mark still burns on her skin, but the girl he shattered is gone. The woman she has become wants nothing from him—not his love, not his forgiveness. She wants him to break. And this time, she'll make sure he stays broken.

Princess Adeline has been promised to Prince Alexander since birth, but the fairy tale ends the moment he publicly denies her. Then he marries her anyway. Humiliated and heartbroken, Adeline flees to her quiet country estate, determined to build a life without the man who shattered her trust.

Alexander follows. What begins as an obligation becomes something far more dangerous when the cold, distant prince starts to fall for the wife he once cast aside. His mistress, Cecelia, will not surrender her hold on him. The court whispers of scandal, and Adeline refuses to be hurt again.

As loyalties fracture and old sins rise to the surface, Alexander must make a choice: cling to the life he built on lies or fight for the woman he never deserved but cannot live without. One marriage. One betrayal. One chance to rewrite their destiny.

Life doesn't always go as planned, as fate always has its way of twisting people's destinies. After the death of Cassie's mom, she grew up living a miserable life with her father, who blamed her for the death of her mother, because she had died while giving birth to her. Cassie never stopped imagining how sweet her life would've been if her mom was alive.

She thought things will get better for her, but then it only became worse, as her father sold her to a stranger, who turned out to be the ruthless alpha Damien that Cassie had bumped into in the past. What becomes the fate of Cassie, after she found herself stuck in between alpha Damien and his twin brother?

Two days after giving birth, Adeline wakes to chaos, not peace. Her husband and his former mistress are locked in a vicious argument. Her memories are fractured, and danger coils through the castle walls like smoke.

When assassination attempts strike without warning, Adeline refuses to be the frightened girl she once was. With a newborn to protect and enemies closing in, she rises with a fire she never knew she possessed. She is determined to survive the shadows hunting her family.

The crown is not done taking from her. As the kingdom reels from Alexander’s sudden death, the throne passes to young Prince Andrew, thrusting Adeline into a world of treachery, grief, and power she never asked for. To save her children and her future, she must stand unbroken in a kingdom built to crush her.

Lucien leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back.

One hand snaked around to grip my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was

overwhelming, and my cries turned to screams as I teetered on the edge of release.

"Cum for me," Lucien commanded, his breath hot against my ear. "Now."

The command was all it took. My body arched as I came, my vision going white. Lucien didn't stop, fucking me through my orgasm until he finally found his release, spilling deep inside me with a guttural groan.

———
I was never supposed to be here.

One moment, I was just a human trying to survive with my little brother. The next, I was trapped in the clutches of Lucien Vatore, the Vampire King-ruthless, possessive, and insatiable.

He claims my blood is golden, the key to his survival. But I see the way he looks at me—like he craves more than just my veins. His touch is fire and ice, his whispers are a deadly promise.

I should run. I should fight.

But when his lips graze my throat, when his hands pin me down, I realize something terrifying-I don't want to escape.

And Lucien will never let me go.

I'm an ancient vampire prince who's been playing human boyfriend to a demon hunter.
Big mistake.
She's completely unhinged—GPS tracking, 24/7 surveillance, the works.
When she threatens to dump me unless I surrender all my secrets, I do the unthinkable:
I actually say yes.
Too bad she doesn't know her "helpless" boyfriend has been the one keeping her alive all this time.

I am my sister's poison taster, and my husband is her executioner.

My marriage was a transaction. My body, a laboratory to test drugs for the woman my billionaire husband truly loves. For years, I endured the agony, clinging to the hope that he might see me. But when the doctors said the poison had left me only three months to live, his response was to demand my last remaining kidney for her.

I died on that operating table, a final, unwilling sacrifice.

But death is not the end. I've been given a second chance, and this time, I will not be their victim. A new man stands with me now, and together, we will watch the world they built burn.

The question is, who will be left in the ashes?