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Three years ago, Mary Rose Bennett’s life collapsed when her fiancé abandoned her just before their wedding. Swearing off love forever, she locked her heart away—until a twist of fate brought her back to that same town and into the path of Thomas Gray, her ex-fiancé’s father.

He was everything her former lover was not: tall, dependable, and radiant with a warmth that made her feel safe enough to fall all over again.

The pull between them was magnetic, irresistible once they drew close.
Every glance between them simmered with desire; every touch whispered of something deeper. Yet between them stood barriers of age and identity—each kiss tasted of sin, each embrace burned with forbidden intensity.

Like flamenco dancers treading on flames, they stepped closer, risking everything.
Could two hearts bound by society’s chains ever break free and claim their forbidden forever?

"He thinks he can get me now that he has money?! Absolutely not! He's a manipulator, narcissist, and an ex-convict! I will never beg him like before!” I hissed as I looked at Alpha Archer, who was playing dolls with my child, Rosie.

He looked up at me and flashed a devilish grin. “I can hear your thoughts, baby.”


Katrina's life was destined for perfection, poised to become the next Luna of the Hawthorn Pack. She believed her fated mate would be her long-term boyfriend and the future Alpha, Damien. But when she meets Archer Ellington, a lowly omega in her pack, her world is turned upside down by the cruel twist of fate.

Archer, manipulated and cornered, takes the fall for a murder Damien was involved in. Imprisoned under Damien's identity, he serves his time and vows revenge on those who framed him.

Katrina abandons her job and family to start anew in a small pack after a tragedy that happens when Archer gets out of prison. Years later after hiding, she meets Archer again in the New Moon Pack. He looks powerful and wealthy now. What will she do when she finds out that her mate is the Alpha of the pack? Will she take him back or make his life a living hell?

Elodie Whitmour wanted nothing more than to escape Spring River and the vampire who has ruled it for centuries, but when she’s chosen during the annual reaping by Roman Devereux, escape is no longer an option.

Claimed and taken, Elodie belonged to Roman for one year or until her death. Her blood was his hunger. Her life was his to command. What she doesn’t know is that this wasn’t the first time he’s been her captor. Or will be the first time he’s watched her die.

Elodie has lived many lives. Roman has loved her in every one of them and lost her every time.

Loving a human is a vampire’s greatest weakness. Repeating it is damnation.

But her heartbeat still calls to him, and this time, Roman is done letting fate take her.

Even if defying it costs him everything.

⚠️ MATURED CONTENTS

"I am so sorry about that. She knew we were in a casual relationship. I didn't think she would do that." Lucas's feeble apology fell short as he tried to touch me, only to be met with my recoiling form.

"Let's end it here. Whatever it is that we're doing, let's just end it all." I declared, my voice a mix of hurt and anger as I stormed away, leaving behind a shattered connection that had promised more than it could deliver.

Aria and Lucas patted ways in college on bitter terms. Just as Aria believes she's moved on. Later, she meets Lucas again, reigniting a storm of lingering emotions. Can they navigate the echoes of their past and forge a new chapter, or are some heartstrings destined to stay entangled?

Sheila moaned into his mouth, her fingers slipping away from his neck and then traced under his shirt, nails grazing his skin.
Arthur growled in response, heat surging through him like wildfire.
She had let loose his last string of restraint, and all he wanted—all he fucking wanted—was to bury himself inside her, to claim every inch of her until she forgot every other man who had ever touched her.
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Due to infertility, Sheila was mocked by her husband, Jacob, and his family, and her life also became a nightmare.
Unable to bear it any longer, she decided to divorce and indulged herself overnight at a lavish party, hoping to bury the past with the warmth of a stranger. But she never dreamed that the mysterious man she lingered with that night was Arthur, the company's new largest shareholder—a man with whom she had inadvertently formed a bond.
Not only that, just when Sheila was in trouble, Arthur threw her a one-year marriage contract. Will she watch everything come to nothing, or bind herself to this unpredictable man?
As sparks fly and secrets unravel, Sheila must navigate a dangerous game of power, love, and redemption.
Will she find true freedom in this unexpected alliance, or is she trading one set of chains for another?

Maximilian Adenhart ruled over his coven for full five hundred years without any trifle stumbling on his feet. He's the greatest among the ruling class. Anyone who tells otherwise will perish under his gentle hands. For him, he lacks nothing in life. But his sister has a different opinion of him. That's why Max found himself having a 'vacation' inside the town of Little Maddison. Where he later on came to meet his fated mate, Dolly. A sweet, lovely rabbit shifter who's unfortunately living with another man.
It was never what Max had expected from the beginning.

She gave him three years. He gave her nothing but silence.
For three years, she endured a loveless marriage, clinging to the hope that one day he would choose her. But the moment his first love returned, he didn't hesitate. He cast her aside without a second glance. Even her final, desperate question couldn't make him stay.
So she walked away, burying her love along with their past.
What he didn't know: she was carrying his child.
What she didn't expect: his first love's fans would stalk her, run her car off the road, and nearly kill her and the baby.
And when the public turned her into the villain, calling her the "other woman" , he helped spread the lie. To protect the woman he truly loved.
Years later, she signs the final divorce papers from a hospital bed, ready to erase him from her life forever.
That's when the untouchable CEO breaks.
In front of everyone, he falls to his knees, his voice trembling as he begs her not to leave him.
He once let her go without regret.
Now, he will do anything to have her back.
But some wounds don't heal.
And some love stories don't deserve a second chance.

“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?

Gideon Henry. Billionaire. Powerful. Drop-dead gorgeous.
He's one of the most prominent business tycoons in the country. But for me, he's nothing but a devil.
He's done terrible things to me. He forced me to marry him. He made my life a living hell. He's the reason I lost the two most important people in my life—the man I love and our baby.
But when Gideon got into an accident and lost all of his memories, I didn't expect that he would turn into a different person. He's become kind, caring… and a loving husband to me.
And I woke up one day… realizing that I'm already falling in love with him…

In a tragic accident during a swimming competition, a beautiful woman named Serena dies. Her husband, a renowned scientist obsessed with bringing her back to life, creates a humanoid robot with the same characteristics and traits as his late wife. The robot is named Blair, after his deceased spouse. As Daniel realizes that Blair begins to act, think, and even move on her own without receiving commands, he suspects that perhaps his wife's spirit truly lives on in Blair, just as he had programmed at the time of her creation. Daniel starts a secret romance with the robot Blair, hidden from his ex-girlfriend and lover, Line, who finds herself drawn to him again now that he is a widower. Meanwhile, the alien race known as the Nerax has their own plans and desires to abduct Blair for their mysterious purposes.

Freya was never enough of a witch for her coven.
While the others learned powerful spells, Freya could warm a room, mend broken things, protect a home and pour magic into comforts nobody seemed to value. Being a Hearth witch made her someone to look down on, and eventually, someone to cast out.
So Freya built a life somewhere else.
In the magical city of Eveah, her cottage is warm, her cats are waiting, and Cubs, Pups and Bubs Mystical Daycare turns out to be exactly where a Hearth witch belongs. Her days are spent chasing werewolf pups, stopping tiny witches from launching breakfast and making sure baby phoenixes don't set their friends on fire.
Freya is happy.
Then the Dragon King walks through the daycare doors.
Knox can protect his eight-month-old hatchling from anything. He can give Asher every jewel and treasure money can buy, and judging by the baby's hoard, he already has.
There’s just one problem.
Asher doesn't want another shiny rock.
He wants someone to hold him when he cries. Someone to play with him, read to him, teach him and tuck him into bed. And if his terrifying, emotionally unavailable father doesn't figure that out soon, Asher is perfectly willing to disrupt his sleep and set his trousers on fire until he does.
Freya knows how to care for magical children.
Teaching the Dragon King how to soften for his son should be simple enough.
Except somewhere between bedtime stories, tiny bursts of dragon fire and a hatchling determined to keep Freya close, Knox begins looking at the Hearth witch everyone else discarded and discovering just how powerful warmth can be.
Maybe Asher isn't the only dragon who needs a little love.
And maybe Freya's quiet magic is more than enough.

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.

Ayumi Clark always dreamed of a happy life filled with love and a supportive family. She achieved her goals of having a home, a career, and true friendships. However, her search for love led her into an abusive relationship, leaving her fighting for survival. As Ayumi endures physical and emotional abuse, she realizes something is wrong. Trapped in a cycle of violence and fear, she begins to doubt herself and her choices. She must heal the pain inflicted by someone she believed loved her. With the support of her friends, particularly her best friend Kaléo Coleman, or Léo, she seeks the abuser and confronts her past traumas.
During this journey, Ayumi and Léo discover their feelings extend beyond friendship. Together, they navigate their doubts and strive to find true love. Yet, Ayumi must first learn to love herself and overcome her own traumas. Through this emotional and inspiring story, Ayumi fights to overcome her past, discovering her inner strength. With her friends' help, she learns self-worth and finds genuine love.
As Ayumi and Kaléo face their challenges, they realize that love and compassion are key to healing their traumas. They understand that true love accepts and supports them through their darkest moments. Together, they confront their fears and overcome obstacles that attempt to separate them. They discover that unity and love provide true strength. Despite their hardships, they find hope for a happy ending and an exhilarating journey of triumph, love, and friendship.

Katherine Lusya is a young professor who must conduct research to build a modern house that can withstand fire, water, strong winds and lightning on a large scale. The earth is increasingly devastated and natural disasters such as volcanic eruptions at some point make Katherine's team have to work hard to anticipate.

However, the arrival of a man who claims to be a regular visitor makes Katherine a friend and they are quite close for several months. Elano Benjamin, a man who turns out to be a businessman of large companies who is having a disaster in the construction of his company's building. What is Elano's intention to approach her? Is Elano a rat or just looking for profit?

What happens when the CEO who doesn’t do love is the only man you’ve ever wanted?
Eighteen months ago, Karin Ellis shared one unforgettable night with a stranger in a Los Angeles hotel suite—a night that lingered long after morning came and they walked away without names, promises, or numbers.
Now that stranger stands before her as Adrien Vale: billionaire, media mogul, and her new boss’s boss.
Adrien is controlled, commanding, and entirely out of reach. A man who doesn’t believe in love, who keeps his world ruthlessly compartmentalized, and who has no intention of letting anyone close enough to matter. Yet the moment he sees Karin again, distance becomes impossible.
As scandal erupts around him and accusations threaten to destroy his empire, Adrien finds himself drawn to the one woman who unsettles his carefully ordered life. Karin knows getting involved could cost her everything—her job, her reputation, her heart. But when she uncovers the truth that could clear his name, walking away is no longer an option.
Adrien may not do love.
But he will protect what’s his.
And when loyalty turns to desire and desire deepens into something far more dangerous, Karin must decide whether the man who built his life on control is capable of risking it all for the one thing he swore he’d never need.

Briana lost everything at a young age. Now she has come to take revenge for the death of her entire family. She manages to kill the drug mafia boss who has ruined her entire life. But, it looks like this revenge will never be finished. Because there is someone else who is also taking revenge on her for the death of the mafia boss. She was kidnapped by the mafia's son who exacted revenge on her. Is Briana ready to face the next fight? Or will she choose to give up and die in vain?

“You’re truly going to get married to Silver? When I'm still in love with you?” Liam looked at me with so much sadness which broke my heart the more.

“This is the only way out Liam. Move on with your life and forget about me. Our love was doomed right from the onset,” I answered with a poker face even though I was hurting way more than him.

This was the only way out. I knew I’d regret it but I had to get married to Silver even though I knew my heart would always belong to Liam and would always yearn for him.


Maya Allen, a poor orphan meets Liam Taylor, CEO of the biggest company in their city after breaking up with her ungrateful boyfriend whom she had been taking care of. They eventually fall in love. However, Maya’s life takes a drastic turn after she meets Silver Grey who tries everything possible to win her love even though he knows Liam and Maya are in love. What happens when Maya finds out a shocking truth about the two men, Liam and Taylor who are pining over her?

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.

On a rainy night, I lay in a pool of my own blood, barely alive.
My wife, Juliana, was kneeling beside a man named Sebastian. "Take my husband's blood! I will take full responsibility if anything happens!"
Drop by drop, my lifeblood was drained from me, flowing into the body of her first love.
After three days and nights of struggling in the ICU, I finally regained consciousness, only to hear her scornful words outside the door: "Sacrificing a mediocre researcher for the health of my Muse is a worthwhile trade."
So, the five years of tender affection, the specially prepared nutritional soups she brought me every night—it was all to squeeze the last drop of blood from me.
She thought I would remain in the dark like a loyal dog, letting her take whatever she wanted.
Too bad she didn't know that I had quietly poured out that "medicine" and called the Security Bureau.
It was time for the hunter and the prey to switch roles.

On my wedding anniversary, I died a brutal death, drained of every drop of blood by my husband’s socalled “sacred snow ferret”. That creature was Sylvia, his longdead true love striving for rebirth. For three long years, I was nothing more than a disposable blood vessel. Even my own son betrayed me for hollow, false affection.
Given a second chance at life, I cast aside all foolish mercy. I watched coldly as my hypocritical mage husband and traitorous son doted on the ferret, and documented every one of their heinous crimes.
I turned his longawaited reunion into a boneandflesh feast.
When the Templar tribunal finally arrived to pass judgment, I broke free from the cage of my old life and stepped out toward my own boundless freedom.

My sister Chiara and I had fought over Matteo for more than a decade.

In my first life, I got my wish and married him. Everyone said he adored me, trusting me to manage the entire Salvatore family's books and money laundering operations. I worked myself to death, literally dying from exhaustion. On my deathbed, he coldly told me the truth: "I never loved you. You're the one who begged to marry me."

In my second life, I let Chiara have her chance. She bore him four children in five years, trying desperately to earn his love, only to die in childbirth. I rushed to her bedside for her final moments, and she cried out to me: "Matteo doesn't love me either... there's another woman in his heart..."

When I opened my eyes again, it was my third life.

This time, we would NOT make the same mistakes.

or fifteen years, I loved Nolan Mercer from a distance. He was golden, decent, and way out of my league. I was the tycoon’s unwanted fifth kid who learned early to take what she wanted.

Then a glowing romance system popped up and told me I was his destined love interest. So I stopped being nice.

I trapped him into marriage. I dragged him into bed every chance I got. He told me he hated me every day, and I didn’t care. Fate said he was mine.

Six shameless months later, the system came back screaming: [ERROR! You’re not the heroine. You’re a side character. Leave the male lead immediately.]

Fine. I handed my cold, miserable husband the divorce papers and wished him luck with his real love.

There was just one problem.

The man who swore he’d do anything to get rid of me suddenly won’t sign. He’s “forgetting” cuff links under my pillow, drinking himself stupid at galas, and cornering me in stairwells to beg me not to leave.

Turns out the system got a lot more wrong than just me.

To stop my fox clan from being hunted to extinction, I decided to step beyond the barrier and draw close to Derrick Carter—my childhood friend, now a top geneticist.
He hadn't forgotten me after all. For those few days, he held me locked in his arms, as though trying to make up for all the years of longing at once.
I thought there might still be a trace of warmth left in this tangled affair.
Until that night, after the pleasure had faded, he suddenly gripped the base of my tail and yanked.
He held the still-trembling tail up, weighing it in his hand.
"Audrey hasn't looked well these past few days. This should make a decent tonic."
"Derrick... please, don't do this."
"Then tell me where my parents are."
I reached back, unconsciously, and touched the empty small of my back.
Nine tails, once. Now only one remained.

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

On my wedding day, my entire family received Iris’s desperate plea for help.
“Mom, Dad, Brother! I’ve been kidnapped, come save me, quick!”
Everyone panicked—including my fiancé, Theodore.
They interrupted the wedding ceremony to rush to Iris.
I begged them through tears not to go. I said it was a trick, something Iris had staged herself.
“The ceremony would have been over in ten more minutes. Can’t you just wait ten minutes?”
My parents called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch. My brother, Ron, pried my fingers from his tuxedo lapel.
“Chloe, stop being so selfish! Even if Iris isn’t your blood sister, how can you be so cruel?!”
“All you care about is your own wedding! Do you really want to see her die?!”
My fiancé looked at me with disappointment. “Let’s cancel the wedding for now.”
“I just realized… the one I care about more… is Iris.”
Watching their hurried figures disappear, I picked up a knife and locked myself in the bridal suite.

"What the hell is this?! You were supposed to be dead five years ago, Olivia!" Hunter snarled, his rage sharper than any blade.
Olivia froze, her daughter’s tiny hand gripping hers. His words cut deeper than the accident that almost took her life. That night, the truth became undeniable—her husband had never loved her. He had only wished she stayed dead.
Once, Olivia Grace gave everything for Hunter Jackson. In return, she was humiliated at his birthday party, branded as nothing more than a maid, and abandoned when she needed him most. That night, she left him behind. Soon after, she discovered she was pregnant… only to face threats, captivity, and a car crash that left the world believing she was gone forever.
But Olivia didn’t die. She returned five years later, stronger than ever, with her daughter by her side—and with one goal: to reclaim her home, her dignity, and her life.
Now, the woman they thought was erased has come back for everything they stole. But in a world ruled by betrayal, blood, and power—who will truly have the last laugh?

When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Enemies make the best lovers...

Evelyn Rodriguez needs to find who murdered her sister. But her only suspect is sexy as hell and every kind of wrong. Suddenly Evelyn's not sure if it's determination that's got her pulse racing–or something altogether less appropriate. Worse of all, she has to live under the same roof with him.

Supernova Jason Lyndon, burnt by experience and casual flings is torn between taking the offer of the man he despises the most or the woman that annoys him the most. Either way, he wasn't about to go to jail for something he didn't do. He realized too late chosing Evelyn's offer was a terrible idea. She didn't only arouse all his sexual antennas but started pulling down the firm wall– he's spent years building– around his heart.

CRIME. SUSPENSE. ROMANCE.

"I promise I didn't do anything that day". He cups my face and stares deeply into my eyes.
"I want to believe you but I can't". I place my hands on his. I close my eyes and let the tears fall.

I feel a soft kiss on my cheeks trailing down to my neck. His hands move up my back as he claims my lips in his. My tears flow freely. He pushes me to the wall gently and claim my lips again. I let my hands do what they have been itching to do and run my fingers through his soft hair.


When Isabel Díaz finds out about her boyfriend and soon-to-be baby daddy's betrayal on Christmas Eve, she packs up and leaves.
Two years later, she is unexpectedly transferred back to America. She later discovers that this is Jaxon Slade's doing. Moving back there right before Christmas feels like déjà vu.
Will the health of their child bring them together and allow him to redeem himself or will it drift them further apart?

When my roommate Sutton woke up from a wet dream, she was literally glowing. She claimed it was the most mind-blowing romantic experience of her life—the man’s silhouette, his scent, his body heat felt impossibly real.
Even crazier? When she checked her phone, there was a strange new number saved in her contacts. It belonged to the man from her dream.
While the rest of us shrieked about destiny, our moody roommate Jessamine just stared at the screen and dropped a chilling warning: "Things that come looking for you in dreams should stay buried."
We all wrote her off as a jealous freak.
That is, until I started noticing Sutton’s face growing more haggard by the day—and the fact that her "perfect boyfriend" refused to speak a single word to her.

Being a Cinderella, I was forced to marry a rich man who was crippled. But I was shocked when I met him. He made me realize that I deserved nothing but him. Now I don't care about his health situation. All I want is him by my side.
That's all, I felt when I fall in love with him slowly, desperately and hopelessly. Until on the honeymoon, I finally found out, my husband who loves me dearly , met his first love who supposed to be dead. Will he leave me for her?

My long-lost twin sister has returned.
The first thing she did was demand to marry my fiancé.
Jayden, murmuring apologies, held her close as they walked into the city hall.
My family urged me to be generous, saying, "After all she’s been through, you owe her this much. You've had a good life all these years—why not let her have this?"
Until the day of their wedding, no one could find me.
But what they didn't know was that my body had been drifting at sea for over ten days.

My husband is the heir to the oldest werewolf family in London. He is also my fated mate.
He has never once acknowledged me.
While he was on the phone with his little assistant, I told him I'd filed for divorce.
He didn't even turn around. "Fine. Do whatever you want."
So I did.
It wasn't until my daughter and I had vanished from London completely that he finally panicked.
Three months later, he got down on his knees on a cobbled street in Bath and begged me to come home.
My six-year-old daughter planted herself in front of me and stared coldly at her own father. "You're a bad man. Stay away from my mum! You don't get to be my dad!"

I once thought that marrying Gabriel was my redemption in a time of despair, but little did I know, it was an eight-year-long hellish scam.
On the day of the wedding, my fiancé abandoned me for Lily, and during the pursuit, my parents were involved in a car accident — one dead and one severely injured.
It was him — Don Gabriel of the mafia family, who used his influence to send my mother to the best hospital, personally performing her surgery, but couldn't save her.
In the hospital, he publicly proposed, saying he would protect me for life, and I, desperate, agreed, clinging to it like a lifeline.
For eight years after marriage, every month, he used a syringe the size of a baby’s arm to draw my blood, saying that my blood type was rare and was being stored as an emergency reserve.
Even though I became weak and sick, I foolishly believed this was his care.

"Aveline, a world without you means nothing to me."
The dragon's scalding blood splattered across my tombstone, melting the thick blanket of snow.
Five minutes ago, he had severed the crimson fox's head—vengeance for me.
I died at the hands of my most cherished companion, died in a carefully orchestrated betrayal. I'd wielded the full power of the Court to elevate that pitiful low-born wretch to godhood, only for him to join forces with my dear sister and plunge a blade into my heart from behind.
And the dragon war god I had scorned—the one I'd humiliated and treated as nothing more than a beast slave—defied imperial decree, razed an entire city, and severed his own life force. All for me.
I watched his dragonfire extinguish completely in the bitter cold. My soul reached out to embrace him, but passed through nothing but endless snow.
Until a blinding light pierced through my vision.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself staring up at the familiar domed ceiling of the Celestial Hall.
I had returned to three years ago, to the Binding Ceremony that sealed my fate.
Reborn into a second chance, those vermin who climbed to power on dragon bones will finally get the hell they deserve.

The Percy Family Heir's Scandal Leaks Again!

Cecilia Davis sat curled up in the master bedroom, scrolling through photos of Edward Percy and Jessica Brown.

The photos were taken secretly, but from a sharp angle.

Through a car window — the two of them, going at it hard.

Cecilia let out a cold laugh, tossed the photos into the trash, and felt a wave of deep exhaustion wash over her eyes.

"Do I really have to cut it?"

"Ma'am, this is Mr. Percy's request. Only if you cut your hair as short as Ms. Brown's can we clear up last night's rumors. Of course, you don't have to go — that is, if you never want to see your brother again."

Edward's assistant Leo spoke with a dismissive air, not a trace of respect in his eyes.

As if she, the so-called Mrs. Percy, was nothing more than a joke that nobody needed.

And honestly, that's exactly what she was.

Because I'm a scentless wolf, I can never find my fated mate.

My bestie Lydia, claiming she fears I'll be deceived and betrayed, subjects every wolf who approaches me to a "love test." She seduces my suitors in every way possible, then sends me photos of them together after sleeping with them.

"See? He can't be faithful to you at all. Don't let him fool you," she always tells me.

I always believed her persuasion. After enduring twenty disastrous and short-lived relationships, I finally agreed to the arranged marriage my father set up for me, becoming the mate of Alpha Damon.

And Lydia never stopped her testing.

In my past life, I discovered Damon and Lydia's betrayal after our marriage, and was ultimately pushed off a cliff by Lydia to my death.

The Moon Goddess granted me rebirth, bringing me back to right after the mating ceremony. This time, I will have my revenge.

My son was killed in a horrific car bomb assassination.

At his rain-drenched funeral, my husband, Enzo—a Mafia Don—held an umbrella over my head, only to suddenly state with icy indifference:

"Gianna is pregnant. It's my blood."

Gianna. The illegitimate daughter of the Lucchese family boss.

I stiffened, looking up in sheer disbelief.

"What the hell does that mean?"

He cast a careless glance at me, completely unbothered.

"To end the war between the Corsican and Lucchese families, I've been with her in secret for a while now. Now that she carries the Corsican bloodline, I must give her a proper title. She will be moving into the estate tonight. You will not only accept this, but you will also give her the respect she deserves as the mother of my child."

The System told me to do good deeds during the apocalypse.

It also told me to change the world through love.

I've always been the cooperative type. So I raised my blade, brought it down, and carved through the scum of this world—one slash at a time.

The System lost its mind, shrieking inside my head at a deafening pitch:

"AHHH! Host! Why are you killing people?! This counts as evil! Points will be deducted!"

I flicked the blood off my blade and looked up at the ground littered with zombies I'd decapitated.

Then at the man who had just shoved a living person into a horde of zombies as feed—the same man I'd put my blade straight through the throat of.

My fingertip traced the character carved into the hilt: Love.

"What's the problem?"

I shot back. "I'm using my love to send them exactly where they belong. A physical deliverance counts as a good deed."

He called me bland. So I slept with his boss to spite him.
Now I'm pregnant by the most ruthless Alpha in the city, and he wants me to be his fake mate.
Living in his penthouse, the contract feels less fake every day. Especially when he goes feral protecting me.
Then I discover I'm a hidden heiress worth billions.
Suddenly my "basic" ass is Luna Queen material.
Revenge tastes sweet.

A mouth after my best friend Laura jumped to her death following a rape, I was dragged onto a makeshift stage in St. John's High auditorium by a mob of vengeful students.
They accused me of protecting the real rapist—of being complicit in driving Laura to suicide.
My boyfriend Zayne Spencer, also Laura's childhood friend, was coldly pressing the sensors of a "memory extractor" against my temples.
The agony from my terminal illness made me shake violently, but he didn't even flinch.
He stared down at me, his eyes ice-cold. "Helen, last chance. Either you give up that bastard yourself, or I let this machine rip it out of you."
Thousands of students were screaming for my blood.
And Zayne was about to crack open my skull in this livestreamed witch hunt to drag out the so-called culprit.
But he had no idea that when that face finally flashed across the giant screen, the first person to shatter completely would be him.

Emma Grace has loved Ethan Hunt for as long as she can remember. As his wife, she gave him her heart, but all he ever gave her was cold indifference. When she was nearly assaulted and he turned a blind eye, too consumed by his lingering feelings for his first love, Emma finally broke. She let go of her futile love and poured herself into her career.

To everyone's surprise, Emma thrived. Her talent and determination caught the attention of the company's top executives, and despite sabotage and jealousy from rivals, she rose through the ranks with confidence and grace. Ethan began to see her in a new light, especially as the woman he once idealized revealed her true, selfish nature.

Now, Ethan wants to win back the woman he had taken for granted. But Emma has changed. She's no longer the devoted wife who waited in silence. Will his late love be enough to heal old wounds or is he already too late?

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.

"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.

Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face.

"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 words stuck on her throat.

Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

I'm Sophie White, an orphan who was arranged to marry Bay City's most powerful devil—the ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome Adam Foster.

"Adam, please..." I whimpered as his touch set my body aflame. From the bathroom to his massive bed, he claimed me relentlessly until dawn, leaving me breathless and burning with desire.

But beneath our passionate nights lurked a terrifying reality. My fairy tale marriage became a nightmare of obsession and control. He monitored my every move, threatened my unborn child, and kept me prisoner in his golden cage.

Everything changed the night he led me to his secret basement—a chamber of horrors where his own father had tortured him for five years. As I stared at the chains and shadows of his past, I finally glimpsed the broken soul behind those cold eyes.

Was this vulnerability real? Or was I falling deeper into the trap of Bay City's most dangerous predator?

Just when I thought I knew all his secrets, I discovered something that would shatter both our worlds forever...

A forced marriage: Aurora, masquerading as her sister, married the city's most ruthless business tycoon—"From today, you are Bella Moretti."
On their wedding night, her husband Gael left her alone in the empty room, leaving her trapped behind the walls of their marriage.
The pressure from her family to have a child was relentless, and she was married to a man who didn't love her. Just as they were finally starting to grow closer, her sister Bella, who had been in a coma, suddenly woke up—right at the most intimate moment!
"Everything you thought was an accident was my plan!" Her sister's cold laughter shattered all illusions, revealing that Aurora had been a pawn all along. And could Aurora still believe Gael's words, "I never wanted Bella"?

After finding out that he had a year left to live. Alpha Logan Wolfie, requested for six months, where he could only live in a carefree and unhindered manner. In other to numb the pain and sadness in his heart before he fulfilled his mother's wish, to give her an heir who would become the next Alpha of the Pack.

"You will produce an heir before the curse takes over..."
Those are the very words of his mother. He hated commitment, and deep down in that dying heart of his, he wanted someone to love, even if it was just for a day before he died but he never thought that someone was a human girl.
Akira Ross, the woman, with zero knowledge about wolves and their existence, the woman that got the cure to his curse, just with the taste of her blood and lips.
Will Akira be able to cure the curse that runs in his bloodline and will she be able to accept the beast she loves is an Alpha?

"What the fuck? You Left hickeys on my neck?" I yelled, "Why didn't you tell me that you left those stupid pieces of stuff on my neck, I was practically telling the whole world that I had a passionate night?"
"Stupid! They aren't hickeys, I branded you?"
"What I do not understand?" I asked, he smirked, moving closer as his breath met my neck.
"I just stick my claim on you, you are mine now, that is my mate mark on you."

For two years, Serena believed she was the luckiest woman alive. Her husband Leo worshipped her—he was tender, protective, and swore he'd never let anyone hurt her. He even refused to touch her, claiming she was too precious.

Then, on their wedding anniversary, she walked into his private club and heard him whisper to another woman: "Take care of our baby."

The woman was his brother's wife.

Everything—the gentleness, the restraint, the so-called love—had been an elaborate performance. And when Serena demanded a divorce, Leo didn't beg. He didn't apologize. He smiled and said: "Your grandmother wouldn't want that."

Now Serena must fight her way out of a marriage designed to cage her, a family that wants her silent, and a past that still has teeth. But the man who appears from the shadows to help her… is the same one who abandoned her years ago.

And he has secrets of his own.

He kisses me for a long time, long enough that it’s me that pulls away and desperately grabs onto his cock. Without words between us, he grabs my legs, lifting me up against the tiled wall and spreads my legs.
He’s angry from the conversation last night. I can feel it, I can see it in his dark eyes. It’s only confirmed when he slams into me without preparing me.
I cry out and he soothes me with kisses on my neck and nibbles on my skin. Still he doesn’t slow down. He starts at a quick pace, at a strength that already has my legs trembling.
I grab onto his shoulders, cries leaving my lips every time he slams into me. It turn wet, not from the water, but from how much he makes my pussy happy.


Alina leaves everything she knows behind after she is in a terrible car accident that tears her family apart. A new home, a new school and a fractured relationship with her mother are only the beginning of the things this change will throw her way. Immediately she catches the attention of three men, and she can’t deny what she feels for them, too. Quickly, and much to her demise, she finds out that their lives are much more intertwined than she would have ever hoped for. She had hoped to discover herself in this new place, but everything only tears her apart. Who will she choose between Zaid, the bad boy, Aiden, her sweet jock, and Jake, and older man who can't seem to keep his hands off of her?