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I'm an OB-GYN. On Valentine's Day, I pulled a ring out of a woman's vagina.

It turned out to be my husband's wedding ring.

An hour before, he'd texted me. Said he loved me. Said he was too busy with work to come home.

I wanted a divorce. Needed one. But then I found out—our marriage was never registered.

In his manor, I was nothing. Just a fake wife.

He grabbed me by the throat—right in front of his mistress. Called me "damaged goods." Said I'd spent a year in another man's house.

But that year, I went as a hostage in his place.

I ran. Made it to the cliff's edge, covered in blood. And the man who saved me? The mafia godfather who'd held me captive that whole year.

He looked at me. "Marry me."

In my past life, I was tricked into a trap by my neighbor, my leg broken, and thrown into acid rain to die. Reborn, I returned to nine months before the acid rain apocalypse. Meteorites struck, radiation contaminated, water sources dried up, and civilization collapsed. I still had one last chance to save myself and reverse the future. When I mortgaged my house, borrowed heavily from loan sharks, and finally found the water purification engineer whom everyone considered crazy, I was met with merciless ridicule. Faced with humiliation, I simply smiled faintly—"Do you know when water is more precious than gold?"

In my last life, I shoved my wife Sarah out of the path of an oncoming car and ended up critically injured myself.
My mother-in-law, determined to get her hands on my savings, secretly switched my medication with cheap knockoffs and left me permanently infertile.
Then she showed up at my office and made a huge scene, pressuring me to quit my job and become a full-time househusband.
As for her and Sarah? They had the nerve to move in some so-called lover who could "carry on the family line," then used my hard-earned money to support him under my own roof.
When the apocalypse hit, they locked me in a room and fed me to that infected homewrecker.
Now that I've been given a second chance, I look at the three parasites standing in front of me—mocking me, acting self-righteous...
I feel no anger. Only amusement.
Fourteen days until the zombie outbreak, and they're still dreaming about how to bleed me dry.
This time, I'm taking back every cent they stole from me—with interest.
And when the end finally comes, I'll be sitting inside my impenetrable safe house, watching with ice in my veins as they turn on each other in despair.

The first birthday after we finally made up.

Shen Linze sent me a menu and told me to cook everything myself.

He invited all his close friends, plus the girl he was chasing, saying it was a birthday party for me.

On the long dining table were the stir-fried dishes I’d spent three hours rushing to make.

Shen Linze picked up a piece of sweet and sour spareribs and carefully held it to the girl’s mouth.

“Yaoyao, have a taste. I asked Su Qingyan to make them specially—they’re all your favorite dishes.”

The girl sitting in the main seat didn’t react at all.

Shen Linze put down his chopsticks and told the servants to wheel out a custom-made multi-layer cake.

“Do you like it? I designed this just for you. It has the place where we first met, your prettiest smile,
your favorite flowers, your favorite color purple, the wedding you’ve always wanted, and the initials of your name: ZY…”

Three months ago, I’d seen that exact cake design in Shen Linze’s office.

After he finished the design, he brought in several top pastry chefs from abroad and spent three months making it.

My birthday was coming soon, and I’d thought the “ZY” on the cake stood for the last characters of both our names.

I never knew it was just my own foolish wishful thinking.

The day my wife, Hollywood’s newly crowned Best Actress, landed an S-tier deal, she arrogantly tossed a separation agreement in my face.

“I’m moving into Beverly Hills. A salaried office worker like you will only drag down my status. If you can’t come up with a ten-million-dollar mansion, then get out of my life.”

She thought she had latched onto a media tycoon, and eagerly signed the “fake divorce loan” agreement I had tailored just for her.

What she didn’t know was that I wasn’t just the pathetic husband she thought I was. I was also a quantitative strategist from Wall Street, a man who could turn the markets upside down.

That ten million dollars became the seed capital I used to short the tycoon backing her.

When she was ruined at her movie premiere, burdened with crushing debt, and crawled barefoot like a stray dog up to the hillside mansion, begging hysterically for me to remarry her, I was already toasting a successful acquisition with my Wall Street partner.

Then I watched coldly as the security guards threw her into the Los Angeles night like a piece of rotten industrial waste.

A childhood engagement, two decades in the making. I crossed an ocean for the sole purpose of marrying the heir to the Russell family.

But they led me to an abandoned construction site—where a blood-soaked man was swinging a steel pipe, fighting off ten attackers at once. This, they told me, was "my fiancé."

Bankrupt. Drowning in debt. Scraping by in underground fighting pits. They said he was living like a dog.

Meanwhile, the real heir had his arm around another woman, sneering at me from across the room. "Some gold-digging country girl thinks she deserves me? Find a nobody with the same last name—that's the best she'll ever get."

They made us into a joke—the washed-up loser paired with the clueless village hick.

What they didn't know was that I held several championship belts.

What they also didn't know was that this little "con" of theirs had already begun to unravel the moment I set foot in this city.

He said, "I don't know you. Mind your own business."

Too bad. I'd already made it mine.

This marriage? I was locking it down.

Ten years loving Liam Rockefeller cost me everything.

He said the football team jumped him—so I charged in and took the punches. He sobbed that his stepbrother would destroy him at Yale—so I ripped up my acceptance letter. He held me at midnight whispering "I'm so lucky to have you"—and I thought that meant forever.

Three months later, I heard him laughing in the locker room—laughing about me.

"Iris is like a fucking puppy, so easy to fool. Now that the Yale spot's open, Emily can go with me."

The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces—just tools to control me while he fucked his side piece.

He thought I'd still stand in front of him even with a broken nose. He thought I'd never wise up.

I wised up.

In his stepbrother Sebastian's bed.

Father calls me and Chloe into his study, and two documents already sit on the desk. On the left, the Whitfield family succession papers. On the right, the marriage agreement with the Sullivan family.

He lights a cigar, the smoke half hiding his face. "You two need to make a choice today. One of you takes over the Whitfield family. The other marries Derek Sullivan."

In my last life, Chloe took the succession papers.

She sat down in Father's office, put on an expensive suit, called in every department head, and announced she'd make the Whitfield family stronger. But she couldn't even read a warehouse ledger, didn't know which shipping route mattered most, couldn't tell flattery from threats in a family meeting.

Within three years, the south warehouse burned down, the north route slipped out of our hands, and cash kept bleeding out of the books like there was a hole in them.

Father died on a dark street, three bullets in his chest.

Chloe fled with whatever money was left, and I got married off to Derek instead.

After the wedding, he took my passport and locked me in the basement of the Sullivan estate. When I refused to sign the transfer documents, he had them cut off my water for three days straight. In family meetings, one wrong word out of me and he'd slap me in front of everyone. During an ambush, he shoved me right into the line of fire.

Later, Chloe found me. She pointed a gun at my chest, and there wasn't a trace of sisterly feeling left in her eyes. "This is all because you're useless. If you'd helped Derek keep the Sullivan family steady, Whitfield wouldn't have gone under."

I opened my eyes in a pool of blood and woke up back on this day.

The day I get diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, I can finally stop selling plasma.

For five years, I thought I was paying for the fire that killed my parents and son, left my brother disabled. Selling plasma, joining drug trials, doing the worst jobs imaginable, all to pay back a debt that wasn't even real.

The doctor says I have a few weeks left. I clutch the diagnosis report and head home to tell them.

The moment I push open the door, I see my parents in the kitchen, the ones who supposedly died in the fire. My brother, who was supposed to be in a wheelchair, stands there raising a glass, laughing with my husband.

My brother shrugs like it's nothing. "The broken leg was fake the whole time. You were the only one hurt in the fire. We just wanted to teach you a lesson, make you appreciate things."

"We were going to tell you eventually." My husband pats my shoulder. "Go apologize to Vanessa. Stop giving her a hard time."

"All the money you gave us went to Vanessa," Dad says. "That's what you get for throwing your bio-daughter status in her face."

I touch the diagnosis in my pocket. Everything was a lie. The only truth is that I'm dying.

In my past life, my Mafia Don husband left me and our unborn baby to burn just to save my half-sister.

Reborn, I watched him crush my fingers in a door to protect her once again.

"Hurt her, and we get a divorce," he sneered.

He thought the threat would break me. He didn't know his signature was already on the divorce papers hidden in my bag.

On the day of their lavish wedding, I took the hand of his deadliest rival, looked down from a helicopter, and pressed the detonator to his estate.

I’m Scarlett, the last true revival tattoo artist, capable of defying death with my cursed ink—for a brutal price. I lost everything saving my fiancé Hunter in my past life, only to be betrayed and killed by him .

Reborn when Hunter dies again, I refuse to sacrifice myself for my murderers. In an unthinkable twist, the powerless fraud Wendy resurrects Hunter, winning universal praise while I’m branded cold. Only I know the truth: he is not alive. He is a decaying, cursed corpse. I gamble everything for revenge and resurrect the only man who once saved me.

But tampering with death twice stirs a fatal, unspoken curse.

In my past life, I kindly took in my girlfriend and brother, only to be pushed into a torrent of acid rain and melted alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back a month before the apocalypse, only to find that my girlfriend had also been reborn! She was secretly plotting on the balcony to drain my assets to build her and her best male friend's post-apocalyptic love nest? I scoffed, decisively sold all my possessions, and bought a private island in the Pacific to build a top-tier fortress. When the mutated red rain descended and zombies swept the globe, I sipped iced whiskey in a temperature-controlled greenhouse, quietly watching that despicable couple starve and die in their Los Angeles penthouse, tearing each other apart like wild dogs for survival…

While I bled to death locked in a storage room, my fiancé Adrian was holding my sister's hand, comforting her.

He hung up on my final call for help, leaving only a voicemail: "If anything happens to Lena, the engagement is off."

My sister once said her birthday wish had always been for me to disappear.

That night, her wish came true early.

But my soul never left.

I watched everyone gather around her, singing happy birthday.

As she blew out the candles, I whispered in her ear:

"Enjoy it while it lasts. This will be your last birthday."

On my birthday, my husband hands me a snow-white hamster with a smile and says keeping it in the house will bring us good luck.

My seven-year-old son names it Snow.

But the second I see its red eyes, my blood runs cold.

Because in my last life, I got the exact same gift on this exact same day.

Back then I treated it like something precious. I fed it the best food, bought it the biggest cage, cleaned out the shavings every single day.

And every night it burrowed into my blankets, bit through the skin at my wrist and my throat, and drank my blood a little at a time until there was almost none left.

I begged my husband to get rid of it. All he said was that I was paranoid, that I was faking being sick to get attention.

My son planted himself in front of the cage and screamed that Snow was better behaved than me.

Then, on our wedding anniversary, I collapsed in the bathroom and never woke up.

My spirit drifted near the ceiling, and only then did I finally see it.

That hamster climbed down off my body and turned into a woman in a white dress, and threw herself into my husband's arms.

His eyes went red and he said now that she'd drained me dry, she could finally take her real shape again.

My son ran to her and sweetly called her "Hamster Mommy."

It turned out the thing was my husband's old love, the one who'd died young. He'd used black magic to hide her inside a pet's body.

And I was nothing but a container. A blood supply.

Now my eyes are open again, and the cut on my finger is still warm.

This time, I won't let a single one of them get away.

Six days after Alexander lost all contact, I navigated my way alone to the Nightfall Gala to find him.

The guard's expression twisted into something peculiar when he heard my purpose.

"You're saying you are looking for your mate, Prince Alexander? And what is your name?"

"I am Cecilia."

The guard let out a harsh, mocking snort. "Stop causing a scene! A blind beggar trying to pull a scam? Don't think you can just impersonate her just because you know the name of the Prince's mate."

"Everyone knows the Prince just gifted Cecilia the millennia-old Abyssal Night Crystal to celebrate her pregnancy! What the hell are you?"

Just then, the giant LED screen cut to the Gala's live broadcast.

"Allow me to formally introduce my partner, Cecilia. Furthermore, she is expecting. Our family is about to welcome a new heir." It was Alexander's voice.

"Thank you all. This is the greatest gift Alexander and I could ever receive."

The moment that sweet, timid voice echoed through the hall, a string violently snapped in my brain. A sharp ringing pierced my eardrums.

—It was the voice of my twin sister, Elena.

My billionaire lover brought out a bespoke mermaid gown, declaring he would marry whoever could fit into it.
But in my past four lives, every woman who tried it on—whether an ambitious imposter or me, his true love—was brutally tortured and murdered by him.
In my fifth rebirth, the butler knocked on our door with a polite smile, "Mr. Voss says his true love is among you."
Since we four women would die no matter who wore it...
We exchanged a look in the dead silence, turned our heads in perfect unison, and locked our eyes onto the only man in the room.

My best friend could charm any man alive. I just didn't know how — not until it was too late.
Every boyfriend I ever had, she'd get close, turn on that pull of hers, and wait. They always fell. Then she'd send me the proof with the same sweet line: "Babe, you should be thanking me. I just saved you from another cheater."
Five boyfriends. Five "loyalty tests." Five relationships she destroyed and called it a favor.
I ran. Started over in a new pack. Found my fated mate — Callum Drake, the Alpha of Silver Ridge. For the first time in years, I felt safe.
On our mating ceremony day, she walked into my dressing room wearing an attendant's uniform.
She drugged my wine. Put on my robes. Crawled into my mate's bed.
I caught her. Threw her out. Thought it was over.
Months later, I was bleeding out in labor — and my mate stood over me, refusing to save me, because he'd been in love with her the whole time.
I died on that table.
When I opened my eyes, I was back. Same day. Same ceremony. Same best friend, same smile.
This time, I didn't scream.

Spring is the season I dread the most.

Because every spring, my mere existence becomes a lethal weapon against my own son.

Theron told me he suffers from a highly rare condition: Maternal Stress Rejection Syndrome.

If I so much as get near Flynn during the spring months, it triggers severe asthma attacks and terrifying asphyxiation.

To keep our boy alive, Theron takes him away to an isolated treatment center for three months, every single year.

And I stay behind, swallowing antidepressants by the handful just to survive the crushing guilt.

That is, until I found a photo hidden in Theron's burner phone.

In the picture, my husband and my son are tightly embracing another woman.

The so-called Maternal Stress Rejection Syndrome was nothing but a sick lie—a meticulously crafted excuse so my husband could spend the season playing "happy family" with his first love.

......

I caught my husband sleeping with my sister, so I burned it all down.
The fire burned fierce, swallowing that abandoned cabin in the woods, along with my shattered marriage.
With the stench of gasoline still lingering on my fingertips, I thought I had finally buried the man who betrayed me.
Until the next morning, when he walked through the front door without a single scratch.
My mind reeled.
If he was still alive... then who the hell did I burn to a crisp last night?

In my last life, my boyfriend's childhood best friend handed out jars of homemade sunscreen on the boat ride to the island. I'm a marine bio major — one sniff and I knew the mix had something in it that could drive the island's feral hogs into a frenzy. I told everyone to throw them out.
They did. But Brynn didn't look at the group. She looked at me. Eyes red, jaw tight. "You just can't stand seeing people appreciate anything I do, can you?" She turned and ran into the woods alone.
We searched for her all night in a storm. By morning we found her body at the bottom of the cliffs.
A week later, at her memorial bonfire on the beach, every person who'd gotten hurt during the search turned on me. My boyfriend ripped off his bandage and showed his stitches. "If you hadn't humiliated Brynn in front of everyone, she'd still be alive."
Someone said I should burn for what I did to her.
Then hands on my back. The fire. I burned alive on the sand while seventeen people watched.
I opened my eyes. Salt air. Engine noise. I was back on the boat — the morning of the trip.

To fulfill my twin sister Chloe’s arranged marriage, I became Landon Moore’s stand-in bride.
For three years, I played the role of the gentle, obedient wife—cooking soup to warm his stomach, sharing his bed on lonely nights, and even taking care of his beloved ‘sister’, Shannon. When he was drunk and stumbled into my room, I endured it all in silence.
Everyone mocked me for being pathetic, a dog begging for scraps of affection. Even Landon sneered coldly, “I will never love you.”
Until the day he stabbed me three times—for Shannon. The world blurred into a sea of blood. I smiled as I closed my eyes, took the fifty million he transferred to me, and vanished without a trace.
Years later, he found me deep in the mountains, kneeling in the mud like a madman, begging me to come home. But by then, I had built schools, with my grandmother, lived a life that glowed with its own light.
His eyes were red as he whispered, “What will it take for you to forgive me?” I placed a trembling hand on the

When my family went bankrupt, my fiancé teamed up with my best friend and sold me to an underground club to pay off their debts.
To secure an investment, that scumbag handed me over to the most powerful kingmaker on Wall Street.
But the moment the call connected, I froze.
The big shot my cheating ex was groveling to was actually my first love—the man I dumped five years ago because he was poor.
Looking at the smug jerk who still had no idea who he was dealing with, I let out a cold laugh.
A deadly revenge game had just begun.

"Let Aria have the Stanford recommendation. Quinn owes her."
I stared at the family group chat—the one I wasn't in—and let out a cold laugh.
In my past life, I went completely hysterical over this, only to earn my family's disgust and a miserable death.
Now, reborn and given a second chance, I looked at the room full of guests celebrating My success, and walked straight to the microphone.
"Everyone, the party is over. I'm turning down the Stanford spot."
Under my family's stunned gazes, I dumped my champagne into the trash bin.
This rotten family? I'm done with them.

"If you keep biting your lip like that I won't be able to contain myself." I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips, making me hungry to feel them against me.
I bit my lip again as my way of permitting him. He gave me a sexy smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me and placing me on the kitchen island. I parted my legs allowing his torso between them as he grabbed my bottom while parting my lips with his tongue.
I let him explore my mouth with a soft moan. His hands left my rear, traveling up my thighs, pushing my dress up along the way. He ran his finger over my dampening slit, through my underwear.
"You're so wet for me already." He smirked against my lip before biting it lightly. I moaned again at the pleasure his touches and words were bringing me. "I want to know what you taste like, Rose."


Olive came home one day to find her only long-term boyfriend balls deep inside her roommate. With her heart crushed, her fighting spirit from hell, and her best friend at her side, she sets out to prove a point. She can be with anyone if she wants to be. She finds the hottest guy at the nightclub and has her one-night stand with a stranger. Only it becomes more than just a one-night stand as she runs into him again next weekend while out with Lucas' best friend, Leo. Of course, she wasn't aware of the relationship between Leo and Lucas. Lucas is determined to make her his, but so is Leo. How will these best friends handle fighting for the same girl?
Read on to discover how Olive deals with these two new men along with her college studies and family drama.
Did I forget to mention these guys are rich beyond reason?
Warning:there are plenty of hot and steamy scenes in this book

He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered at his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening, and mind-numbing.

"You should be running, Zera," he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. "The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me."

"I don't want to run." I stubbornly stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn't helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too.

His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. "Oh darling, but you should. I won't be like those little boys you've been with. I won't stop when you want me to. I won't stop until I'm completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me."

Mature audience only: Contains mature language, sex, abuse and violence.

She has no name, not anymore, after so long she has simply forgotten what a name is, what it means to be able to choose, what it means to be able to wish, she has simply forgotten what it means to be a person.
She's just a slave in a pack that makes a point of reminding her that she's nothing more than an object to be used, whether it's to do household chores or to satisfy the sexual desires of her masters.

He is a king, not only that, but the king of werewolves, his domain extends over all the lupine lands and he has never cared about much, his heart is already closed, destroyed by a past he wants to forget.
With one word he could change the whole society, but for what? It's not worth it, the joy of war and fighting is one of the things that keeps him going... And, of course, the pleasure he gets from whoever he wants, whenever he wants, without ever hearing no.

He's not just a king, he's an emperor... His vampire empire covers almost all of Europe, many call him a dictator, others a liberator... He rules his lands with an iron fist, his word is law.
Tired from a long war, he just wants to rest for a while and find the one who will complete him... After living so long, he's tried everything, but he still hasn't found the person fate has given him.

Three completely different people... Three intertwined destinies... Who will heal who and who will survive in the end?

This is a collection of werewolf stories that will keep you on the edge of your seat, flipping through the pages and wanting more.


Book1: Her Alpha Mate
Freya is the joy and life of the pack. All revere her as the daughter of Alpha.
She's blessed by the moon goddess. The Moon Goddess blessed her with a heart of gold.
But her mate Zack, an alpha, doesn't want her because he doesn't want a mate.


Book 2: Her Broken Mate
Sarah is now twenty-three and still without a mate.
When visiting the packhouse, she finally found her mate.
The son of the Alpha. The hottest man she ever met.
But he is a mute.


Book 3: Her Passion
Ava is a rogue who is forced by a new law to attend a school for werewolves for a year. There she meets her mate, a certain Alpha, who has a grudge against all rogues. Will he get the life he has always longed for, or will his pride get the better of him?

After being cheated and betrayed by her notorious boyfriend, Edric, pregnant Kristine Iglesias swore to teach him a lesson.
In order to forget the pain, Kristine ended up sleeping with Edric's biggest rival, his enemy, the heart-throbbing billionaire, Zayne Nightwood.
One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly.
One night. One opportunity.
The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image.
But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne's but Edric's.
In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay.
Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations.
All on the demand that she will be all Zayne's. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child's life, all shall belong to him.
Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she 'should' be his.
When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard.
But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?

When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend’s cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy.
The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood.
One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly.
One night. One opportunity.
The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image,
But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne’s but Edric’s.
In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay.
Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations.
All on the demand that she will be all Zayne’s. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child’s life– all shall belong to him.
Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she ‘should’ be his.
When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard.
But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?

The sight of this tore my heart apart. In horror, I drew back at once, so I won't watch them make out.
Even though I wasn't looking, Fiona's moans ate me up, as she called Allen's name amidst their... I... I just can't stand this. It's too much to take in.
Too much!
"Allen, Yes! Harder! Harder!!" she sang, begging for more.
My whole body shivered, as I drew my feet again, recalling the night I allowed Allen to take my first kiss from me.
"I... I thought... I thought I was his true love?" My lips trembled, flashing to that beautiful moment with him.
"That beautiful line... The diamond ring... How many women did he sing that same lyrics to and stole their hearts?!"
Thinking about this increased my breathing. My heart went heavy. And for a minute, I had a heart attack.
The Gamma's words rang in my head, reminding me of Allen's plan to get me evicted from the hunt.
And it's because of him I joined this hunt in the first place. I thought he organized this game to look for me, but... it was all in my head. Allen was never looking for me. He never loved me!


Driven by love, Evolet, a weak Omega, joins the Luna's hunt to be with the Alpha who stole her first kiss. She does this against her mother's order, hoping her best friend, Fiona, would keep this a secret. But her trust is broken when Fiona reveals her devilish side, causing a rift between Evolet and her mother. She reveals her true desire to be the Alpha's Luna, mocking Evolet's inability to summon her wolf. Her words got to a desperate Evolet, who feels scared and ends up doing something she has never done before. She strikes a deal with the pack's enemy, a pervy rogue with a strange wolf ability, to become her wolf for the game.
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"Do you know what you're saying? You want me to be your wolf?"
"Yes, I do. I... I want you. Please, be my wolf."
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Is she doing the right thing by going against her mother's order?
*What if the rogue isn't just her wolf, but someone special?

“ I can smell your arousal Freckles. When did you become this dripping wet, huh? Was it before or after I kissed you? Maybe during? You want this don't you?”

My lips parted as I quivered. My hips swayed against his hand, pressing into his touch with a sensual rhythm

His fingers pushed my panties to the side and glided against my folds.

I mumbled. I wanted to push him away. This isn't the reason I came back. I hate him or so I thought but still, I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine.
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Ashley Carrington thought she had found her forever when she married Kyle Blackwood. But forever shattered the day she caught him cheating. His betrayal cut deep, but it was the devastating loss of their unborn child that broke her completely. Struggling to breathe under the weight of grief and heartbreak, Ashley signed the divorce papers, determined to leave her old life—and Kyle—behind.
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Two years later, Ashley returns to New York, summoned by the joy of her best friend Violet’s new chapter as a mother. What was meant to be a short visit turns into something much more when she unexpectedly crosses paths with Kyle Blackwood, the ex-husband she thought she’d never see again.

Kyle is no longer the man she walked away from. Time has changed him—softened some edges, sharpened others—and seeing him stirs emotions Ashley thought she had buried. But Kyle has his own regrets, and he’s determined to prove that love deserves a second chance.

As Ashley wrestles with her past and contemplates her future, will she take the leap and restart the life she left behind? Or will the wounds of yesterday keep her from embracing the possibility of forever?

Zyliah Smith had it all, until betrayal shattered her world. A scandal, a one-night stand, and a secret she never saw coming. Now, six years later, she's back with twin sons and a new name, ready to bury the past. But fate isn't finished with her yet.

When the man from that long-forgotten night reappears, wealthy, ruthless, and dangerously captivated, Zyliah is pulled into a storm of old lies, new desires, and a love she never dared to hope for.

But the past always has claws.
And this time, it wants everything.

"I need a husband in three days, or I lose everything."

After numerous failed matchmaking attempts, my mother threatened to cancel the trust fund my father had left me. Three days before my twenty-eighth birthday, I went to a charity event,

Desperate and drunk on champagne, I walked up to the most intimidating man at the charity gala. He was cold, arrogant, and looked at me like I was a piece of meat. I didn't care. I handed him my business card, my hand trembling.

He didn't take it. Instead, he followed me to the balcony. "You didn't come here for business, Talia," he whispered, his voice dark and seductive. "You came here to be taken."

Before the night was over, I was in his bed. Naked, satisfied, and sleepy. I told him I wanted to marry him. He said yes and agreed to marry me immediately. I fell asleep without realizing that I had just proposed to the most powerful banker in New York City.

I should have run. I didn't know he was Alexander Cielo Morgan, the most ruthless banker in New York. I didn't know that one night with him would cost me my freedom forever. But it was too late for me to back out. I was trapped in a marriage with him. And I found that losing a hundred million dollars in trust funds was far better than giving my life to Alexander Cielo.

After being hated and rejected her entire life, for a mistake she made in the past, Lady Rihanna, daughter of the Beta decided to leave Black Hills.
Wandering off as a rogue, she heightened her powers and became the fearsome dread called Your Silver.
Accompanied by her silver wolf, she was ready to unleash hell on all who rejected her but then she meets her second chance mate, Alpha of Black Rose, who she couldn’t refuse.
An evil is rising that'd need the blood of the silver wolf to succeed. Would Rihanna forsake her pain and work with her mates, old and new?
Or would she charge head-on to the evil risking her own life? Enjoy this enthralling read!!

I scrambled to my feet, my heart racing, and pulled out the second knife hidden along my strap. Turning to Silvio, I held the blade up, pointing it directly at him, my hand unwavering. "Stay back," I warned, my voice low but firm. "One more step, and I swear I'll end you."

Silvio raised his hands slightly, his eyes narrowing as he watched me. "You've got some fight in you," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I didn't expect that."

"Don't push your luck," I snapped, tightening my grip on the knife. "I'm not afraid to use this."

"I love this," he whispered into my ear, his lips grazing the shell of it, sending shivers down my spine. "Your body, Martina. And I would love to have you on my bed tonight."

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Martina Moretti lived a life that was never supposed to be a high-stakes gamble in the world of crime and power. Taking her sister's place in an arranged marriage to the feared Silvio Argento, Martina stepped into a deadly game where love could be her greatest weapon or her ultimate downfall. As the web of betrayal unfolded and secrets came to the surface, Martina and Silvio would have to brave the treacherous waters of loyalty and ambition. Will they be able to trust each other long enough to make it through, or will their enemies finally succeed in tearing them apart?

⚠️⚠️18+ ONLY
This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, blood, death, and scenes involving gun violence. It also explores themes of forbidden romance and morally complex relationships.

Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for mature audiences only (18+).

Golden Nixon has always been the fat, quiet girl with a loving heart no one deserved.
In a prestigious university where beauty talks louder than brains, she's mocked, ignored, and bullied. Even by the one boy she has a crush on.

Allan Renshaw is the school's most wanted play boy. Tattooed, dreadlocked, dangerously charming, and admired. He's everything Golden isn't.

Yet shame is a cruel master. He hides her. He mocks her to fit in. And when Golden overhears him body shaming her in front of his friends, her already fragile heart shatters.

Will Allan fight for her? Or has Golden finally learned that loving someone harder won't make them love you back?

The stranger who saved my life is officially my new boss.
Now, I’m stuck in a house with him and his BABY...
Until I find a way to get both of us out.

He’s a CEO.
A Bratva don.
My new boss...
And now, my prison warden.

Timofey Viktorov has no problems blackmailing me into his deal.
Live in my mansion…
Care for my baby…
“No” is not an option.

There’s only one way out of this nightmare:
Uncover the secrets he’s hiding and blackmail him right back..

But the longer I’m in his house, the harder things get.
He’s getting closer.
The ice is getting thinner.

Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

When is the worst time to tell someone he’s going to be a father?
Probably the day of the wedding…
When he is getting married to someone else.

Well, that is exactly what I did.
But my hands were tied.
Literally.

Matvey Groza is a dangerous man.
And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit.
But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room,
I was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes.

It was a one-time mistake.
After that… good riddance.

But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans.

I kept it a secret from everyone.
Or so I thought.
But when Matvey’s enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child,
they kidnapped me and held me hostage.

Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could.
And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself.

What better time for me to enter the church…
… than as the pastor says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace"?

"You have a week. If you don't provide my money, then you'll accept my proposal."
"A week? Are you joking?"
"I don't joke."
"You... want me to marry you?"
"For one year," Nico repeats, forcing her to look at him. "Then you walk away with enough money to never fight again."
Cake Coogan survives by her fists and her fury, spending her life fighting in underground rings to keep herself and her mother alive. But one stolen payout, one stranger's intervention, and one accidental bag switch drops her into the crosshairs of Nico Vescari.
Nico Vescari; mafia heir, feared and ruthless, a man who kills with a steady pulse—wants his money back. What he gets instead is Cake: the girl with the iron fists, mismatched eyes, and a journal he should never have read. Fascinated, furious, and threatened by how she makes him feel, he gives her a choice that isn't a choice at all—marry him for a year... or lose the only family she has left.
Thrust into a world of blood feuds, monsters, and merciless mafia politics, Cake becomes both weapon and wife. She's pulled between power plays, underground fights, and a man whose touch feels like fire even when she swears she hates him. Nico's family is dangerous, his enemies worse, and his rules suffocating, but the most lethal thing between them is the feral desire none of them want. As bodies fall and alliances burn, Cake is forced to choose between revenge and the man who has broken her, protected her, and ruined her life in equal measure.
In a story of obsession, betrayal, and savage love, only the strongest survive.
And Cake Coogan is not prey.

“What do you mean, ‘You gave me the wrong sperm sample’?!”
But the doctor says he isn’t joking.
Instead of being my sister's surrogate...
I'm accidentally carrying my boss's baby.

A few months ago, I agreed to be my sister's surrogate.
Then she died in an unsolved accident.
I swore I'd keep her child and raise it on my own.

But as it turns out, there was a mix-up at the clinic.
Instead of carrying my future nephew...
I learned I'm pregnant with my boss’s child.

But Dmitri isn't just my boss.
He's also the one who killed my sister in the first place.

It's the first look on my wedding day.
I turn... but my husband isn't there.
Instead, I see the stranger who ruined my life.

Here's the story:
Six years ago, I was on the worst first date in history.
A blind date with some jerk who wouldn't take no for an answer.
The handsome stranger swooped in.
Saved me.
And sat down to finish the date.

I thought it was crazy.
But we had insane chemistry.
We got to talking, one thing led to another, we ended up in the restaurant bathroom, and...
You know.

I got pregnant.
He disappeared.
Life: ruined.

I tried to move on.
For six years, I thought I succeeded.
But now, out of nowhere, he's back--on my wedding day, of all days.
Saying things that don't make any sense.

"Your fiancé isn't who you thought he was...

I'm not letting you marry him..."

And, worst of all...

"You're marrying me instead."

Molly May was disowned by her wealthy adoptive family at seventeen when she mysteriously became pregnant with triplets she couldn't explain. She spent five years raising Alex, Ben, and Claudia alone in a foreign country, working herself to exhaustion to keep them safe. When a job opportunity brings her back to Northfolk, her brilliant eldest son discovers that their father is Sean Anderson, a ruthless billionaire who has spent six years pretending that one night never happened. As Sean is forced to confront the woman and children he left behind, he must decide whether he has the capacity to change. But dark secrets from his past and Molly's present threaten to destroy them all. In a world where power and money can hide the truth, can love survive when it's built on a foundation of lies, forgotten memories, and hidden pain?

Samantha has spent her entire life sacrificing everything for her family. Blamed by her parents for their son's death, abandoned to shoulder the bills, and working herself to exhaustion to give her sisters a better future, she never expected the people she loved most to become her greatest betrayal.

When her younger sister steals from Nicolas Lewis—the ruthless mafia king no one dares cross. Samantha confesses to the crime to save Olivia's life.

But mercy doesn't exist in Nicolas's world.

Just as he's about to end Samantha's life, his mentally unstable younger brother, Sam, steps in with an unexpected demand: Samantha must become his wife.

Now trapped between a forced marriage and certain death, Samantha is thrusted into the heart of the city's most dangerous mafia family. As secrets unravel and loyalties crumble, she realizes surviving the Lewis brothers may be far more difficult than escaping them.

Will she sacrifice her freedom to stay alive, or will choosing the wrong brother cost her everything?

I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst.In the room's silence, I could hear her breathing pick up, but when I looked down, she still appeared asleep. Yet she now clenched her eyes shut and her lips parted in a silent moan.I let more of my weight settle on her as I pushed deeper inside of her slick pussy. Her body welcomed me eagerly, and I exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of filling her. Fucking Rhea was the best experience of my life. I wanted to have her as much as I could. Something told me she enjoyed me as well. The way in her and how she moaned when she came on my cock seemed genuine."Aleksander," she whispered my name, and I shoved into her harder at the sound of her breathy voice. "Ah!" She gasped and her arms flew up to wrap around my ribs.

Vania never imagined that the man she once called her future would become the very reason her dignity shattered.
She had given him everything—her soul, her body, her trust—believing her fiancé would protect and cherish her. But behind the sweet promises and the nearly perfect wedding plans, a cruel bargain had already been made: she had been turned into a wager.
To save his family’s company from the brink of collapse, he chose the most despicable path—selling Vania’s innocence to his own best friend as “capital” to keep the business alive.
The love she thought was sacred became a transaction. The sacrifice she believed was devotion transformed into an unforgivable betrayal.
Now, standing among the ruins of her dreams and the fragments of her stolen dignity, Vania must decide: remain a victim of someone else’s greed—or rise, reclaim herself, and demand justice for what was taken from her.

She once believed she was the happiest woman in the world.
Her husband was gentle and wealthy, attentive to her every need, always treating her like she was precious and irreplaceable.
Then she came home early, wanting to surprise him.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar. From inside came a woman's soft, breathless voice:
"I'm carrying your child. When are you going to divorce her?"
In that moment, her entire world collapsed.
What made it even more cruel was that on that very same day, she found out she was pregnant too.
The child she had waited five years for finally came — on the exact day she decided to leave.
She slipped off her wedding ring without a word. No confrontation. No tears. No begging for an explanation.
She walked away from the lie she had called a marriage and chose to rebuild her life on her own terms. She was done being a kept woman, caged and pampered and disposable.
She would take back everything she had once given up, with her own two hands.
It was only later that her husband finally understood what he had done. He had lost her.
He began showing up wherever she was, humbling himself, careful and desperate, asking her to come back.
But this time, she was already gone.
And she wasn't coming back.

"You're worth $2.3 million. I suggest you start acting like it."

Those were the first words Lorenzo De Luca said to her, three days after Seraphina's family declared her insane and sold her to men in thousand-dollar suits.

Lorenzo didn't buy her for pleasure. He bought her for war, leverage against her corrupt senator father. He locked her in a Mediterranean fortress, gave her a new name, and called it protection.

It was a prettier cage.

But Lorenzo made one fatal mistake: the paperwork that hid her made her his wife. The empire protecting him? Legally hers now. She can destroy him completely.

Now his deadliest enemy wants her dead. Her father wants her silenced. And she just discovered she's pregnant with her captor's child.

"Choose," Lorenzo says, his empire crumbling. "Destroy me and walk away free. Or stay and become exactly what they feared."

She pulls the trigger. Just not the one he expects.

This story chronicles the life of Damien Sky and Adeline James from their teenage years to adulthood.
When Adeline James met Damien Sky in her new high school, she instantly hated him. He was arrogant, obnoxious, and a playboy. She wanted to avoid him at all costs.
But Damien felt different. He thought Adeline was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, and he decided he had to have her no matter what. Much to his dismay, Adeline avoided him like the plague. She thought she could escape him forever, but fate had other plans for her. She realized that no matter what, she could never escape Damien, especially since he had been harboring a secret. A secret that will change her life forever and bind them together. Will she continue to hate him? Or will Damien finally win her heart?
This book is co-written by Eva Harlowe

Damien Sterling is evil. He is so evil he wants me to pretend to be his fiancee before he can help me find my missing sister. The same woman he claimed to be his first love.
"Call it what you may. I'll only help you if we work together on something."
Me? Work together with Damien Sterling?
"What do we work on?"
"You mean, what are we working on?" A beat of silence. Then, he spoke. "We are going to get engaged. I mean, you're going to act like we are engaged. For six months."
"Ha!" I cackled, face blank of expression. Then, a burst of laughter escaped me. While he watched me like I was crazy, I just kept on laughing.
"Are you crazy? I'll be playing house? With you?"
"I'm serious."
While playing house with the billionaire devil, I must let go of my dream to be the top investigative journalist of Westmore Times and avoid falling for my missing sister's first love. Will this be possible when we are stuck in the same building, filled with heat and forbidden passion crackling between us?