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Amanda Rousso married Kenneth Chavez for the thought that all her problems when it comes to finances will solve everything, but she is wrong because the moment she said yes to the fixed marriage, her soul was already buried six feet under the ground.

She never thought she would become a pawn in Kenneth’s twisted game, and trapped her in the marriage filled with broken vows and lies. Throughout 5 years of being together, she was able to learn how to love him and obey him, but Kenneth was so abusive and couldn't accept her because, for him, Amanda is the reason why his first love left him. In order to avenge her, she must endure all the cold treatment.

In the darkest moments of her life, Amanda decided to escape, and she stumbled into the arms of Damon Vera, the king of Mafia society who was feared by everyone. Damon pledged to protect her, but with one condition. She will marry Damon.

Now, Amanda must decide. Will she marry Damon to spare her life and run away from her past that keeps hunting her or get entangled in his life and power as if she stepped into another level of prison?

I accidentally entered an S-rank horror dungeon, but thought it was some immersive dating show.

Facing the bloodthirsty Ghost King BOSS:

Others: Begging for mercy.

Me (blushing): Those pecs, that battle-damaged look—where did they find such a gorgeous contestant? I'm obsessed!

When he tried to strangle me, I touched his hand. "You're so cold, let me warm you up~"

Ghost King: ???

Facing the psycho doctor with a chainsaw:

Others: Screaming and running.

Me (swooning): Doctor, those beautiful fingers are meant for piano, not chainsaws. Be sweet and put that down!

Doctor: ...

Facing the flesh-eating demon:

Me: Raw meat isn't healthy! Here, have some chocolate instead!

Seven days later, the dungeon collapsed.

Me, waving goodbye through tears. "Even though it was acting, you became my family!"

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."

Five years ago, Leo, the overlord of the abyss who ruled the seven seas, went into hiding and worked as a cook in a dilapidated tavern to save his savior.
When his benefactor was captured by the empire and was about to be executed, the arrogant governor forced him to crawl between his legs in order to see him.
He did as instructed, but was then tricked.
That night, a bone conch shell resounded throughout the seven seas, thousands of ghost warships besieged the city, and the kings of the underworld knelt in unison.
The former "scale-scraping chef" broke through the palace gates, cut through his shackles with a single stroke, and embraced the beauty: "I'll take you home for grilled fish, it's on me."

My name is Ethan, and it wasn't until the apocalypse arrived that I realized just how cruel fate could be.

Ability awakening became the new normal. Most survivors gained some kind of supernatural power, ranging from F-rank to the legendary S-rank.

F-rank abilities were barely better than being ordinary, while S-rank ability users possessed the power to face a hundred enemies alone.

My childhood friend Davis awakened a B-rank ability [Thermal Perception], allowing him to sense the heat distribution of all living beings within a hundred-meter radius.

And me? I got the F-rank ability that everyone mocked—[Refresh].

"Hahaha! Refresh? What can that do? Refresh your life?" People at the camp always laughed at me like that.

But I didn't care. I only wanted to protect my sister Leia.

Leia is eighteen this year, one of the few ordinary people in this camp who haven't awakened an ability.

I swore to protect her, no matter the cost.

That evening at dusk, Davis came to find me, but he had already betrayed me and become a lackey of the Gray Mark Gang.

Nyra Vale was born without a wolf, and rejected by the one man fate chose for her.

When her Alpha mate turns his back on her, Nyra leaves her pack with nothing but a broken heart and the gift of healing she was never allowed to be proud of. She disappears into the wild, determined to survive on her own.

But fate is not done with her yet.

Wounded and close to death, Nyra is saved by Rowan, a powerful Lycan who has long given up hope of finding a mate. In his territory, she finds safety, strength, and a man who does not look at her like she is lacking.

As a deadly curse begins to spread through the packs, Nyra’s healing becomes the one thing that can stop it. The Alpha who once rejected her must now kneel before her for help. But some bonds, once broken, can never be healed.

She will save them all.
She just won’t give her heart away again.

In a quiet and isolated village deep in the mountains, Castian, longs for something beyond the peaceful routine of Liang. Surrounded by natural beauty and the safety of family life, he finds himself torn between his love for the land and a burning desire to explore the unknown world beyond the hills. When a mysterious traveler arrives in the village, bringing stories of adventures and dangers, Castian is faced with the possibility of a destiny far greater than he ever imagined. As the young man confronts his doubts and desires, he discovers that the mountains surrounding him hold not only secrets about his past but also his future. With the support of his family and friends, Castian must decide whether he will be content to live a life of tranquility or have the courage to follow his heart in search of adventures.

The masked stranger slammed into him with one devastating thrust, stretching Carter so perfectly he sobbed against the desk. “Fuck—yes, just like that!” he begged, hips slamming back as the masked alpha set a brutal rhythm, fisting his hair and stroking his cock in time.

“Finally mine, after all this time,” the man growled, then sank razor-sharp teeth into his neck and pleasure exploded through him like lightning.

Until the mask slipped and Dallas Cross, his childhood bully and bane of his existence, stared back with a vicious, satisfied smirk.

On the day Carter was supposed to propose to the love of his life, Carter walked in to find her in bed with his mortal enemy, Dallas Cross, wealthy heir of the Cross Group global empire.

One week later, a drunken club hookup leaves him marked, mated, and impossibly, pregnant with Dallas’s heir. The ruthless werewolf storms back into his life, demanding Carter pack his bags and move into the luxurious pack mansion to accept their unbreakable bond and carry his son… or watch his bankrupt family lose everything.

Trapped between red-hot hate, an unexpected pregnancy, and the tiny life already growing inside him, Carter faces an impossible choice.

His strict parents are pressuring him to forgive the cheating fiancée and save them from ruin. Meanwhile, Dallas’s possessive alpha instincts won’t let him go, blocking every escape, and whispering dark promises of protection, pleasure, and forever.

With every heated glare turning into uncontrollable lust and every denial crumbling under the mate bond, Carter must decide: run from the enemy who destroyed him… or surrender completely to the powerful alpha who now owns his body, his heart, and his fate.

In the small, snow-covered town of Evergreen, Christmas preparations are in full swing, but far up in the surrounding mountains, a heartbreaking discovery is made forcing Melanie to return to the town that her parents called home.
Amidst the festive cheer, Morgan, a lonely Alpha with a difficult past, struggles with the weight of his loneliness. He yearns for companionship and family, watching enviously as others come together during the holidays yet he refuses to allow any of the humans that inhabit the town to get close to him, instead, watching from a distance.
After a second tragedy strikes as Melanie travels back to her parent's home, she finds herself trapped in a snowstorm with the lonely Alpha, forced to hole up in his isolated Cabin to wait out the storm.
As they find themselves growing closer, Morgan faces a difficult decision with the woman who refuses to let anything dampen her spirit and seems determined to bring a ray of sunshine back into his life.
Will he keep her at a distance or will he finally allow her to break down the barriers he constructed around his heart long ago?

To honor a promise to her best friend, Ashley, Jade agrees to stalk the school’s golden boy, Arthur Fletcher. But while spying on the wrong brother, she falls hopelessly for the right one: the cold, lethal hybrid, Lancelot Fletcher. The mission was a success — until Ashley returns from heart surgery with a life-shattering revelation. The boy she actually saw at the tailor shop and fell for wasn't Arthur. It was Lancelot.

Now, Jade is trapped in a cruel game of fate. To keep her best friend with a fragile heart, she must sacrifice her own soulmate.

Every she-wolf in the Blackwood Pack envied me.
Olivia Klein, the lowest-ranked Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, Dominic Blackwood.
Yet none knew the truth of my torment.
The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Dominic Blackwood’s Luna—but it never made me his choice.
For five years, I endured his hatred, the pack’s scorn, and the crushing weight of a prophecy no one believed.
And when the car crash nearly stole our unborn child from me, my desperate calls went unanswered.
Instead, Dominic moved his ex into our bedroom.
That’s when I understood: prophecies lie. Marks fade. And some battles?
Aren’t worth fighting.
For the sake of my child, I was resolved to leave.
But tell me, why did that callous, heartless Alpha suddenly have regrets?

Since she could remember, Cassie Smith had been in love with Nathan Greg. When she left home to attend a university two states away, they transitioned from being best friends in school to friends with benefits. Their once-a-month weekends were the pinnacle of her life, when he would fly in to see her and she would have him all to herself for the whole, uninterrupted weekend.

Then he announced his impending marriage to her.

Cassie had to take action to restore order since her idealized world was in danger of collapsing. She wanted to be the woman Nathan married and had a happy life with because she needed him in her life. She thus devised a scheme to interrupt the wedding and kidnap the groom.

She later met Brian.
In order to make the groom envious and aid her in calling off the wedding, Brian Colleen, the reclusive aviation Billionaire, promised to pose as her lover. She began to doubt her allegiance to Nathan as a result of his stunning green eyes and the way he made her feel when he touched her. He's also Nathan's stepbrother, incidentally.
She couldn't deny that she felt something for Brian, but what would it indicate for her relationship with Nathan going forward? Should she continue on her current path and work for the happily ever after she had always envisioned with Nathan, or take a risk on a new relationship with Brian?

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A modern-day romance.

Billionaire Ace Brightly is the owner and CEO of Pure Fashion Industries, with a reputation for being cold and arrogant. Everyone tries their best to avoid him at all costs.

Then enters Zurielle Summers.

After a run-in, first meeting, she stands up to him and doesn’t take his disrespect. She has no idea he is the CEO. She scolds him in front of his staff and their reactions are priceless.

Thinking she is employed at his company, Ace makes it his mission to find out who she is and what sector she works in. Every time they run into each other it's a disaster; arguing with each other while the staff watch on as though it's an episode of their favourite soap opera.

From biker gangs, to glitz and glamour, this story has it all. Tragedy, drama, humour, romance, fashion and most of all Love, Vogue and a hot CEO.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded.
His voice was filled with weight and urgency
and I immediately complied before he steered my hips.
Our bodies slapped together with a punishing, angry rhythm.
I grew wetter and hotter as I listened to the sound of us fucking.
“Fuck, your pussy is insane.”

After a hot, one-night stand with a stranger she meets at a club, Dalia Campbell doesn't expect to see Noah Anderson again. Then Monday morning comes around, and the person that walks into the lecture hall as a professor is the same stranger from the club. Tensions run high and Dalia tries her best to stay away from him because she doesn't want to get distracted by anyone or anything - there's also the fact that he's strictly off-limits - but when she becomes his TA, the lines of their professor/student relationship get blurred.

Daisy was lost in a sea of pain. Her only family Aunt Clara was murdered and drained of all her blood. She returned to the town for the funeral, only to find she was the real target. A Ghost whose only pleasure was killing the innocent and being feared as a God of death; a vampire ready to sacrifice everyone else to gain him a place on the council of the seven leaders; A weretiger is hiding in the shadows hunting for his mate… They all want her.

##This story will contain sexual situations, violence, death, dark topics, and Language. Viewer discretion is advised##

“Do you really think I am going to put my hand in that shitty—Ah!”
He caught me by the ear, hauling me onto my tiptoes and dragged me towards the bin.
“I said: Pick up the book.”
I felt his words like the tightening gripping around my ear, stretching and aching, that almost brought tears to my eyes.
Maybe it was the pain or the humiliation, or both, but my face was flaming red.
Having no way out, my brain impulsively obeyed. I slowly lowered myself on my knees, much against my disbelief, and picked up the book.
How does a man of God could be so diabolical, mercurial and ruthless?
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Six years ago, Father Gabriel Sullivan washed the blood off his hands and picked up the rosary. He traded the expensive suit to become the man of the cloth and never looked back.

He has never broken a vow of priesthood. Until Sienna Emerson stormed into his school and promised to bring hell with her if he didn’t bend the rules. And for the first time in six years, the devil within him has awakened. And with every fibre of his black heart, he wanted her. To kiss her. To take her. To ravish her.

***This novel includes a love story of a priest and lots of blasphemy, but it is not intended to offend or provoke.

Olivia Wilson's life like a fairy tale turned upside down in just one single night. A night that took her everything and gave her only a tag in return and the tag was "The Traitor's Daughter". A tag that she was determined to remove.

Olivia Wilson was living a perfect life till the age of 12. Her life was fulfilled with happiness and the people who used to increase her happiness more were The Alpha's Sons who are non-identical triplets. They promised to protect her and prayed to the Moon Goddess to make them her mates. Everything in her life seemed to go perfect until one day, her father Oliver Wilson was falsely accused by the Gamma, of killing the Luna and paralyzing the Alpha. Her life took an opposite turn, everyone who used to love her started hating her. The Triplets who promised to protect her turned into the ones she needs to be protected from. She started facing thousands of brutal torture and the Gamma who was involved in those dirty games made her life a living hell.

All those hurtful words and torture couldn't tame her, she was determined to prove her father's innocent but one thing that broke her completely was when her acceptance of the prayer she made in childhood turned into her worst nightmare. And what made it worse was they had other plans than rejecting her.

Note: This book is a collection of "The Traitor's Daughter" and "Nothing More than a Bully".

Saphira White has spent her life as an outcast, unloved, ignored, and falsely accused of a crime she didn’t commit. Abandoned by her mother and raised in the ruthless Silvermoon Pack, she’s treated as nothing more than a shadow. When her step-sister Ruby brands her a murderer, the pack delivers the cruellest punishment of all: exile to the Matchmaker, the most feared institution in supernatural history.

No one escapes the Matchmaker unscathed. The process is simple, each participant is paired with a supernatural being, often sealing their fate. Death is the most common outcome, and Saphira expects nothing less. But when the impossible happens, she is matched with a creature so legendary, and so powerful. Nikolas Arrax.

After an unexpected turn of events, Saphira finds herself among the Arrax pack and mates with Nikolas. With him, they navigate a world of corruption, deception, and destiny. As she walks this new path, familiar faces resurface, bringing secrets to light. Her heritage, once a mystery, begins to unravel, revealing a truth that may change everything.

Book 2 is now live: The Heir of Flame and Fang

In a world where gods are worshipped, feared, and quietly doubted, ancient legends still walk among mortals.

Xyra, a nimble thief surviving in the shadowy backstreets, believes her fate has finally turned when she steals a heavy purse from a solitary traveler. Little does she know, she has just pickpocketed Magnus Coleman, the most dangerous sorcerer in the land.

Magnus is not just a demon hunter; he is a man burdened with secrets and a heavy purpose, whispered about in hushed tones. He is on a quest for the long-lost Lazufeer talismans—artifacts older than kingdoms, said to hold the power to alter destiny itself and even challenge the gods.

Determined to follow him, Xyra is driven by greed but soon realizes that this journey is about more than just survival; it’s about the rewriting of fate. As they traverse cursed lands, ruined cities, and battlefields haunted by monsters and ancient sins, they find themselves pursued by cultists, warlords, and forces that defy comprehension.

In this chase, Xyra discovers that some treasures come at a cost far greater than gold. If the Lazufeer talismans are found, the world will not just change—it will be rewritten. And in the wrong hands, even the gods themselves may fall. As the line between myth and reality blurs, she must navigate the storm of destiny to carve out her own path in this battle for belief and survival.

Jess has a secret that she has been keeping from her family. She is an agent for the Department of the supernatural. She has been working for them since she was 16, but now aliens have landed, and Jess knew that they were coming, and she knows what they want. She has to get her family away from civilization and into the mountains where they will be safe. What Jess does not expect to find in the mountains is her boss Kieran, the man who broke her heart back when she first joined the department. Jess has to train her family how to fight while keeping her feeling under control as she prepares for war. She must work alongside her friends, family, Kieran and civilians to make sure that the aliens leave and that they will not or cannot come back.

PROLOGUE.

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My name is Ixora Rhodes, I'm 19.

Three years ago, my best friend's father was gruesomely murdered.

Evelyn-my best friend, was very sure of who the murderer was, and as the richest girl in the country, the cops were ready to arrest anyone she pointed at.

As Evelyn's best friend, I thoughtlessly supported her too, so when she pointed fingers at Warren as the murderer, i believed it and even testified against Warren in court.

Warren Creed was a brilliant medical student, and as an hated son in his family, no one stepped up for him.

Nailing him was easy, his alibi and evidence of innocence were rendered useless.

Warren was sent to jail, but three years later, I found out that Evelyn lied.

Evelyn actually asked Warren out, but he had turned her down bluntly, prompting her to angrily frame him for her father's murder.

Warren already spent three years in jail before the truth surfaced, but he was released immediately.

But then... he's not the same innocent Warren who got arrested anymore.

Jail changed him to a self-acclaimed god of his own purgatory, a hedonist who draws pleasure from playing wicked mind games.

Unluckily for me, Evelyn died in an accident same day he was released, leaving him with me as his only prey.

Just me-the girl who testified falsely against him.

Nothing would stop him from ruining my life, crushing my existence, and trampling on my soul under his feet.

He's out for blood...for revenge, but the lurking devil inside him suddenly wanted something more than that.

Something crueller, primal, and darker.

Something that'd make me cry blood, crawl, and beg shamelessly at his mercy.

What is it?

Find out in this bumpy ride

Each of his touches burns like a flame, causing her body to betray her sanity and crave more. Between the cold of the lab and the flames of passion, Aria finds herself in a vortex from which there is no escape. Her body is awakening, and he - is waiting for her to fall completely.
There are some longings that, once awakened, cannot be extinguished... He is no ordinary human - he possesses the blood of an ancient dragon race.
And she, is his destined mate.


Aria：I shifted in his lap, straddling him, my dress now bunched uselessly around my waist, the water lapping gently around us. I slid my hands over his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath my palms. Faster now. Wild.
He gasped softly when I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth—tentative at first, then deeper. His hands gripped my hips, not to push me away but to anchor me, as if he feared I might dissolve.

Lean：The second I saw her, every part of me screamed to move, to reach out, to grab her hand and never let go. Her scent hit me the second we brushed past each other—faint, but sharp enough to cut straight through me. My hands twitched with the urge to move—to sink into her hair, to hold her face and drink her in—but I forced them into fists at my sides. 
I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. Every ounce of control I had left went into holding myself back.

“What are you doing in my room, Kade?” I demand, my analytical brain frantically calculating his proximity as I back against the locked door. “Our agreement is purely transactional. A fake relationship for the media.”

He steps into my space, his tall frame cutting off the light, eyes dark with a reckless heat that doesn't match his usual icy control. He grabs my wrist gently, pinning it to the wood, his lips brushing my ear as his voice drops into a gravelly whisper.

“The cameras aren’t watching us right now, Doc,” he rasps, his chest pressing against mine. “So stop lying to me. And stop pretending your heart isn't beating just as fast as mine.”

She’s the elite clinical psychologist, sharp, guarded, and hired to dissect the minds of the world's most dangerous drivers. But she’s harboring a dark past and secrets that could ruin her career if the paddock ever finds out.

He’s the ruthless F1 champion, arrogant, emotionally locked down, and drowning in a family crisis he refuses to let the world see. He doesn't trust anyone, least of all the brilliant woman hired to evaluate him.

To survive a relentless corporate nightmare and a media circus, they agree to a dangerous game: a fake relationship.

They are supposed to be playing a part.
They are supposed to keep their distance.

But as a shadowy predator begins closing in on her perimeter, and a midnight rooftop kiss shatters their clinical boundaries, their twisted arrangement ignites something far more volatile than a racetrack with pure desire.

In a world where trust is a liability and secrets are weaponized, falling for her driver might be her most catastrophic miscalculation.

They call me The Fallen.
Not because I was pushed.
Because I jumped.

In this city, mercy is weakness and love is leverage. I learned that early. So I became something else. Something colder. Cleaner.

I leave a mark when I finish a job — a blackened halo split in half, one wing burned away.

Even angels fall.

The contract arrived in an obsidian envelope.

Three names.

Three rulers of the underworld.

The Obsidian Triarchy.

Malakai. Soren. Cassian.

Untouchable. Unbreakable. Unified.

The instructions were simple:
Eliminate all three. Make it public.

The payment was enough to disappear forever.

I’ve never turned down a contract.

So I did what I do best.

I got close.

They let me into their empire thinking I was a weapon they could use. Muscle. Strategy. Violence on demand.

Malakai watched me like he already knew my secrets.

Soren looked at me like he wanted to set them on fire.

Cassian studied me like I was a variable he hadn’t solved yet.

They were supposed to be monsters.

Cold. Heartless. Brutal.

They are.

But they’re also something worse.

Aligned.

And when three powerful men move as one, you don’t break them apart.

You get pulled in.

I was hired to destroy them.

Instead, I’m starting to wonder if I was meant to fall with them.

And if I do—

This city won’t survive what we become.

Man, always lives in wrong ways and sins. No one in the world lives because he is perfect, or because he is sinless. Everything that moves on the earth has him his fault. Sometimes, you are not aware, that you have committed a sin that you must pay for in the world of the abyss. The sound of death’s music, is one of the reasons why my work increases. The word 'karma' is attached to my name. I am the maker of karma. It's up to the person, whether they learn their lesson or they repeat their mistakes. It is up to them to decide, what path they will choose, whether to go to heaven or to be one of my disciples.

I was kidnapped because I look like a mafia boss's dead wife. Now he wants me to become her.

My name is Flora Rossi. I was just a waitress, drowning in debt and dreams that died with my parents. Then he saw me—Rafael Valserro, the most powerful and dangerous man in the city. He took me because I have her face. The face of his late wife, Eva.

Now I’m a prisoner in a mansion, dressed in her clothes, my hair dyed black, forced to mimic her every move and memory. He calls me Eva. He looks at me with a grief-stricken obsession that terrifies and confuses me. To survive, I have to pretend to be the ghost of a woman I never knew.

But the more I play this role, the more the lines blur. His touch is a violation, yet his pain is real. The mansion holds secrets darker than my captivity, and the truth about why I look like her is more horrifying than I imagined.

This is my fight—not just for freedom, but for my very soul. I must make him see the woman standing in front of him, not the one he lost. Even if, in the process, I start to see the broken man behind the monster... and the dangerous attraction that could destroy us both.

A dark, emotional journey of one woman's fight to reclaim her identity, and the forbidden love that blooms in the shadow of a ghost.

Evangeline has spent her entire life believing she was human—until the night she awakens something dark and powerful within her. Hunted by unseen enemies and bound by an unbreakable blood bond to Lucian, a ruthless and possessive vampire prince, she is thrust into a hidden world of danger, desire, and ancient secrets.

As her dhampir abilities emerge, so do the enemies who would see her captured or destroyed. A powerful vampire named Valerian wants her for reasons unknown, and the bond between her and Lucian is growing stronger—pulling her deeper into a fate she never chose.

With her life hanging in the balance, Evangeline must uncover the truth about her past, control the power rising inside her, and decide if she can truly trust the man whose hunger for her is both her greatest protection… and her greatest threat.

In a world of blood and betrayal, love may be the most dangerous thing of all.

Kaelen Vane was a promising Warden until he discovered the truth: someone inside the Guild was sabotaging the seals that hold the gods prisoner. They buried his report and exiled him to a forgotten village, where he spends his days watching over Orin, a god so minor that no one remembers his name.

For three years, Kaelen has filed reports that no one reads. For three years, the cracks in Orin's seal have grown wider. For three years, he has pretended he does not see the gold light bleeding through, the mark of Warden magic, of Warden theft.

When a fugitive named Sera arrives with his buried report in her hand, Kaelen can no longer pretend. The Ascension Cabal is draining the gods to become deities themselves. The seals are failing faster than anyone knows. And the only key to exposing them is the stone in his pocket, a piece of a god's prison that will show the world the truth.

But the Cabal is watching. The Vigil of Chains is hunting. And Orin, the forgotten god, has made a choice: his death for the world's survival.

Kaelen has twelve years of silence to answer for. The clock is running out. And the gods are waking up.

Damien Kingston is ruthless, heartless and an egotistical asshole but no one was born evil, he was good once but a tragic event made him hate everything and everyone in the world even his wife Tamara who was forced to marry him because of her fathers greed but can she change the beast who was once an angel.


Tamara is a gentle loving soul who has been emotionally and physically abused by the very people who were meant to protect and love her. Beside being abused she still sees good in everyone and everything in the world, including the man she was forced to marry because she wanted to save her family's company from ruin.
Will Damien learn to trust Tamara who has always had problems trusting people because of what she had to go through with her family and will Tamara learn that the beast was once an angel.

The shadows were one of the big enemies of the of the human race and the night creatures, the clans of human and night creatures could have hatch a plan to defeat the shadows but they allowed fear get an hold of them.
Group of teenagers, saw themselves interested in saving the human race. But it was not just their decision, it was their faith,
James, Peter and Kate created a team, they had no idea their team was going to expand but they had faith that they were going to save the human race and stop the shadows.
They met with Kia who was an informant for the shadows, the shadows were scared to send only him so they sent Mary with him, the team grew found of Kia and Mary.
James knew something was off with them but they made him look bad to the team, soon he was kicked out of the group and few days after he left, Kia and Mary showed their true colors and left the rest of the team to die.
James made his way to the team after they fought to save their life, and they pretend like nothing happened but little did they know that the shadows was ahead of them,
They read James mind and they could sense the darkness in him then they used it against him, they put the faith of his friends in his hands,
It was either he save his friends from dying or he chose to save the world from been destroyed by the shadows?

One night. One mistake. Or was it fate?
Riley was shattered—betrayed by the two people she trusted most. In the heat of heartbreak, she found herself in the arms of a dangerous stranger, never expecting to see him again.
He was a ruthless mafia king who built his empire with blood, sweat, and bullets.
Years later, she’s raising not one, but nine daughters. She never told him. Until now.

All Beau Anderson wants is one night of passion. One night to forget what she had become.

Dominic Vasiliy, King of the Underworld. Ruthless, fearless, dominating, and arrogant. He never expected that one night of passion will change him forever.

He fell and he fell hard.

Mature Content 18+
Romance/Action

Detective Elena Cross has spent twelve years hunting killers.

She never expected one to start exposing the people hiding behind the law.

When a respected judge is found dead inside an abandoned courtroom, his hands stained red and a confession pinned to his chest, Elena is assigned to lead the investigation. The evidence reveals that the judge accepted bribes, buried violent crimes, and protected dangerous men.

Beside his body is a note addressed to Elena.

Then another corrupt official dies.

And another.

With every murder, the killer uncovers a network of police officers, lawyers, doctors, and judges who have spent years silencing victims and destroying evidence. His notes warn Elena about the people surrounding her, reveal secrets no outsider should know, and guide her toward crimes her own department is desperate to conceal.

When Elena follows one of his clues, she catches a powerful attorney falsifying documents. But the evidence vanishes, and the man walks free.

Hours later, he becomes the Confessor’s next victim.

I gave him to you alive. Your people gave him back to me.

Now Elena must choose who to trust: the officers who swore to uphold the law or the murderer who has never lied to her.

But when an innocent witness is killed using the Confessor’s methods, Elena realizes someone inside her department is copying his crimes.

To expose the truth, she may have to work with the killer she was sworn to arrest before the people closest to her silence them both.

Marry the most powerful man in the whole country, and be the envy of everyone. Since then, Kairi's life had been going smoothly. She thought this marriage was a deal, both of them had their own purposes . Who knows that man affected her a lot and made her lose her heart...”

One couple, a pending divorce, and a baby who needs a family...No matter how hard Kate Malone strives to be perfect, everyone she's ever loved leaves. She foolishly believed "I do" meant "forever." Now, her wedding ring is in a jewelry box, and she's alone once again. But when Kate and her soon-to-be ex-husband become the sole guardians of an infant, divorce is not an option with a new baby counting on them.Jared Reed loves Kate more than anything—even if he did push her too far. Now he's determined to keep his promises to his best friends and especially to his wife. A marriage of convenience sounds rather inconvenient, but Jared will do whatever it takes to get Kate back and provide their new little girl with parents who not only love her, but love each other, too.Parenting brings them closer, but their undeniable attraction makes Kate want to keep her distance. Jared, however, won't give up on having the family and marriage he wants. Can Jared prove to his wife that he's the husband she's always wanted before it's too late?

The Hope Harbor Lighthouse has drawn two people together, where a chance at love waits—if they’ll take it. Looking for an escape from her busy life, Emily Cooke retreats to a quaint beachfront house to take stock of her life. As she moves into her rental, her new neighbor rumbles into the driveway next door on his vintage motorcycle—and ignores her neighborly wave. Wes Taggert left behind a lucrative career that destroyed his faith in humanity. All he wants now is to be left alone, undisturbed. When news spreads that the historic lighthouse is slated to be demolished, Wes goes to a meeting of locals determined to rescue the crumbling landmark. His new neighbor is there. He can’t seem to ignore her. Sparks fly as they team up to save the historic lighthouse. But when their surprising chemistry ignites deeper emotions, emotional wounds are exposed.

For seventeen years, Chloe was the Whitmores’ hidden spare daughter. They harvested her marrow, liver and cornea, then plotted to take her heart for their beloved adopted daughter. Fleeing death through a storm, she is rescued by ruthless power broker Victoria Kane. A faint crescent scar unearths a secret: Chloe is Victoria’s long-lost birth daughter. Together, they will destroy the greedy family that fed on her

When my husband's eight-year-old "nephew" Noah was diagnosed with acute leukemia, the whole family begged for my help.

They needed my six-year-old daughter, Molly—the only perfect match.

Against my instincts as a head nurse, I agreed.

But the second Molly's stem cells were harvested, their gratitude vanished.

To avoid paying for my daughter’s mandatory sterile recovery room, Noah's mother live-streamed a crying fit in my lobby, accusing me of medical extortion. My husband, Grant, stood by in utter silence.

Without the isolation bed, my baby girl contracted a severe infection and died. My mother-in-law simply sneered outside the ICU, "Dead is dead. Better than wasting more money."

Three months later, Noah relapses.

Now, my phone is blowing up. The same people who watched my daughter suffocate in her own fluids are desperately begging me to use my hospital registry access to save him again.

Standing by Molly’s tiny headstone, I look down at the confidential DNA report I pulled from the hospital database.

They think I don’t know Noah is actually Grant's illegitimate son. They think I'll just hang up and cry.

Instead, I swipe to answer the call. It's time to make them pay.

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

I used to be the most envied female on the continent. Three mates: werewolf Alpha Kael, vampire lord Dorian, elven ranger Seth. All of them mine.
Then a half-elf drifter named Ayla showed up, and everything I had started belonging to her instead, one piece at a time.
Kael once pulled a fang from his own mouth to make me a necklace. The day it broke, he was too busy licking another female's cut finger to notice.
Dorian spent two weeks brewing me blood wine. Then he handed the cup straight to her, because apparently I "looked healthy enough to go without."
Seth carved me a charm from sacred elven wood. I watched her face take shape under his knife instead of mine.
They kept telling me I needed to grow up. So when a beast's poison was spreading through my body, and I blew the whistle they swore would bring them running no matter what—
No one came.
Three years later, I walked back into their world on a Siren prince's arm.
This time, they're the ones begging for my forgiveness.

The day I came home carrying the Royal Pack's highest honor, the one that names its strongest warrior, I pictured Irene's proud smile waiting for me, and Chase's arms wrapping around me.

Then I cross into Crescent Moon Pack territory and the smell hits me. Blood, thick enough to make me gag.

I claw through the scorched wreckage like something possessed, not even noticing my nails tearing, blood running down my fingers.

And then I find her. Irene, the one person who'd ever shown me real kindness, lying in the ash. Not breathing. Gone.

Three scents linger in the air, all of them familiar: Garrett. Ivy. And Chase.

I follow the scent to the lakeside lodge, and that's when I hear Chase, his voice dripping with that same gentle warmth I used to love. "Who cares about Irene, as long as you're happy."

Something in my head just snaps.

"Traitors don't get to live."

Tonight, they're all going to join Irene in death.

Sylvie Crane has spent years living as a ghost. She has no roots, no record, nothing for anyone to take note of.

When a criminal faction traces her to a warehouse in Velthorn City, it is Zarek Nox who steps between her and the predators they sent after her. He proposes an arrangement afterwards—stay close to him, as a matter of fact, marry him and become untouchable.

With no option left, she accepts, taking him as her only means of survival and the one who might actually save her from running.

What Sylvie doesn't know is that Zarek has known her for longer than she knows, that he had been searching and found her before the faction did. That the night they met was not by chance at all.

What she does know though is that she feels safer beside him than she has ever felt anywhere in a very long time.

And for the first time in years, part of her actually wants to let someone stay even though this someone was responsible for her brothers’ death.

In the modern kingdom of Lycania, where Lycans rule and Werewolves serve, Lady Alina Xalveria stands as the heir to one of the most powerful noble houses. Known for her unmatched skill in battle and the striking white hair of her bloodline, Alina is a force feared and admired. But when her family is betrayed by those they once called allies, and killed, Alina is thrust into a deadly game of survival and vengeance. That is when she meets Valen, a mysterious figure with a hidden past… he is the exiled Lycan Prince of House Rhaelyor. The two of them become unlikely allies and work together to put a stop to those that threatened the balance of Lycania.

With her house on the brink of ruin, she must uncover the truth behind the betrayal and reclaim her family’s honor before their enemies seize the throne…

I’m a werewolf.

Three months ago, I got involved in a back-alley “not my problem”—a man held a knife to a woman clutching her child. I rushed him and tore his throat out with my teeth.

Now the police are hunting me. My pack can’t protect me. The only option left is to slip out of the country.

The fixer at the meet hands me a bottle of “calming meds,” says it’ll get me through the checkpoints.

I smell the drugs anyway. I drink it.

When I wake up, my hands are tied behind my back inside a sealed metal cargo truck. Someone beside me is crying. Someone else is shaking.

That’s when I realize I’ve been sold into a trafficking ring. They slap a number tag on me, lock me in a steel cage, and wait for dawn to ship us out.

A guard cracks my face with a rifle stock—sure I’m just another desperate man trying to disappear.

He has no idea a cage can’t hold a werewolf.

Especially not tonight—under a full moon.

On our wedding night, my husband proposed a game.
Absolute honesty. Trading secrets lethal enough to destroy us both.
He went first.
"I fucked Chloe today," he stated, tossing out his hours-old infidelity like it was nothing.
My turn.
"I killed a man." I swirled the dark red wine in my glass, keeping my voice dead flat. "I butchered my own father."
He threw his head back and laughed out loud. He was so sure it was a pathetic joke. So sure I was still his perfect, helpless prey.
He laughed too soon.
And he definitely shouldn't have swallowed the wine I just poured him.

"I'm all yours, take me," she whispered, running her finger all over the bare part of the chest, and sealing her fate with that one word.

"Once you become mine, you are mine alone!" He whispered the warning.


On that forbidden night of her eighteenth birthday, Eleanora's bond linked her to the one man she wished ill upon, the same man that had taken her innocence and disappeared without a word, the ruthless Alpha Alaric; worse still, he was the older brother to the man she secretly desired.

Torn between two brothers, one who owns her soul yet forbids her touch and the other whose forbidden touch she yearns for, Eleanora realises that there is more to her mate mark than just a claim.

She was not just a target but prey hunted by both brothers for far darker motives.

In a bid to change her fate, she journeys farther into a perilous territory; doom is now inevitable.

Selene Carey believed the Bloodhowl mating ceremony would be the night her life finally began.

Damon Bloodhowl was her fated mate, the Alpha heir, and the one wolf she thought would choose her when no one else ever had. Instead, he rejects her in front of the entire pack and claims her stepsister, Mira, as his chosen mate.

Humiliated, heartbroken, and abandoned by her own family, Selene expects the night to end with her shame.

Then Alpha Ronan rises.

Damon’s father. Bloodhowl’s ruthless Alpha. A wolf feared, obeyed, and never questioned.

Before Selene can accept Damon’s rejection, Ronan places his Alpha ring in her hand and claims her as his chosen mate.

Now Selene is trapped between the mate who rejected her, the Alpha who chose her, and a pack waiting to see whether she will break.

Ronan’s protection is dangerous. His attention is impossible to ignore. And the more Selene stands beside him, the more enemies begin to circle.

She was rejected by the heir.

Chosen by the Alpha.

But the choice that matters most may be the one Selene makes for herself.

I saved Theron’s life, and in return, he lined up his eight grandsons before me. Whoever I chose would be the next Alpha of the Frostvale Pack. My wolf instantly recognized Rhysand—my fated mate. I chose him without hesitation.
On our wedding night, the moment I touched him, he broke out in hives and gasped for air. The doctor said he was allergic to me. Overnight, I became the city's laughingstock. For three years, I walked on eggshells, terrified to even step near my own husband.
Until he was dosed with a lethal aphrodisiac. If not cured within two hours, he would die. I threw caution to the wind and climbed into his bed. Through an entire night of skin-to-skin contact, there were no hives, no suffocation. His "allergy" had miraculously vanished.
But at dawn, his ex-girlfriend Linnea walked in. Rhysand looked at me like I was garbage. "If Linnea hadn't saved me last night, I'd be dead."
Two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. But before I could even share the news, a raging fire buried that unspoken hope—along with my unborn child—in the ashes forever.
I finally understood. He was never allergic to me.
He just never loved me.

I was cursed, trapped in a "Trial of Sincerity"—I could only regain my freedom if she spoke the words "I love you" from the bottom of her heart.
For five years, I’ve taken bullets for her, gone to prison for her, and stood on the brink of death four times. She would only call me "my best friend" or say "I need you," but she never uttered those three words.
Four times, she abandoned me as I lay dying, rushing instead to the side of another man.
The fifth time, with a bullet in my abdomen and my insides exposed, I lay on the operating table. She finally wept, screaming "I love you"—once, twice... twelve times in total.
Too bad. After waking up from that fourth brush with death, I had already signed a Do-Not-Resuscitate (DNR) order.
This time, my heart has stopped beating. Not because of my wounds, but because I’ve made my choice: I won't let her save me.

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.