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"Part your legs for me, princess," Alpha Damian murmured huskily, his voice thick like he was intoxicated. I whimpered as his words sent a jolt of emotion through my entire body. An emotion I knew I should not be feeling.
Selene was eighteen when she discovered that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent Pack was her mate. At her Awakening Ceremony, she had hoped for a new beginning. But as a reject with no parents, her life took a darker turn. She lived with Jasper for over a year, treated like a slave. He never acknowledged her as his mate because he refused to accept someone like her.
On her 20th birthday, Jasper not only rejected her but chose her best friend, Imogen, as his new mate. To make matters worse, he sold Selene to the most feared Alpha of all. Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon Pack, a man everyone called a beast.
Selene had no idea why Alpha Damian wanted her. With no other choice, she surrendered herself to fate.
"What has the Moon Goddess planned for me this time?" she mumbled, letting out a bitter chuckle at her misery.

You are of no use to me and the only thing you can do is just sit there and moan about how much you love me. Wake the fuck up. This is the real world and you are a boring ass girl that I just got tired of you. Do you understand? Autumn’s boyfriend, Shawn, kicked her away.

He betrayed Autumn without hesitation and threw himself into the arms of the mayor's daughter.

Autumn’s dream was broken, she moved to New York City at her friend's suggestion.

A chance encounter with a cocky CEO who offered a ridiculous deal, Autumn rejected and walked away without looking back.

Then the cocky guy made a second offer.

It seemed that Autumn can not just walk away, but the only problem was she didn't know if her life will become better or worse if she accepted his special offer.

When you're pregnant, your bf ghosted you immediately after you told him the news.
Your brother's buddy, Albert, the alpha billionaire, stepped in and offered you a job as his personal secretary.
Things got wild when you ran into your no-good bf again.
He provoked you, and impulsively, you kissed Albert for revenge.
Little did you know, Albert's fame meant that kiss was caught by a swarm of reporters.
Right then, Albert dropped to one knee in his sleek suit and reached out his hand.
"My dear, will you marry me?"

"You are so hot and it pisses the fuck out of me. I can never love you because you are not her, but why do I find it so hard to keep my hands off you? What are you doing to me, Amelia?” Marcus sounds so furious, pounding into me ruthlessly like he wants to fuck me out of his system and strip himself of every influence I have over him.

He yanks me up by my hair, wanting me to see how much if good girl I look in the mirror, taking his Cock like a slut. My eyes are shining with tears, my face overly flushed and my lips parted in pleasure. But my heart shatters seeing the hatred brimming in his blue eyes. I am not her. I'll never be her and he'll never love me like he loves her.

Stuck in the storm of a heated business rivalry between two powerful families, Amelia Knight, the heiress of the Knight family crossed paths with the son of her father's business rival, Marcus Wright, at a high society event and became immediately smitten by him. When it occurred to Amelia that Marcus' heart belonged to another woman, she settled for loving him from afar but a one-night-stand as a result of excessive expectations from Marcus' grandfather changed everything and plagued with the fear of rejection, Amelia concealed her true identity from him.

Things grew complicated when Marcus' grandfather caught them in bed and forced Marcus to take responsibility for his actions by marry Amelia. Although Amelia was stuck in a loveless marriage with Marcus, she held onto the hope that she'd reciprocate her feelings, but he filed for a divorce and chose his first love over her.

Scorned by the man she loved, Amelia took over her family's business but a twist set in when she encountered powerful billionaire, Nolan Hayes. But then, her happily ever after suffered a hit at the re-emergence of her ex-husband who was hellbent on getting her back in her life, leaving her torn between two powerful men in a heated love triangle. Will Amelia choose the mysterious knight she just met over her unfeeling ex-husband or return to the man her heart had always known despite how much he hurt her?

“Be my wife.” His lips graze the shell of my ear as he murmurs.
I’m just one of thousands of homeless people in this city, I have no right to refuse.
My husband. My tormentor.

The most notorious man in the city offers me a job.
Act as his dead wife.
Adrian Volkov isn’t the type of person who takes no for an answer.
He commands with an iron fist and all his orders are met.
When he approaches me with the offer, I have two options.
Go to prison or put myself under his wrath.
I choose to have a roof over my head. What’s so hard about acting, right?
Wrong.
The moment I step into his wife’s shoes, everything spirals out of control.
My only way of survival is through Adrian.
Or is it?

Going home was supposed to be simple.

For Anna, it meant summer nights by the lake, her mother's cooking, and slipping back into the life she left behind. Most of all, it meant Carly, her best friend, her constant, her home.

And Chris.

Carly's boyfriend. Off-limits. Untouchable.

Or at least... he should have been.

Because the moment Anna steps back into Millbrook, something feels wrong. The town is quieter. The air feels heavier. And Chris? He isn't the same boy she remembers.

He's colder. Stronger. Dangerous in a way that makes her heart race and her instincts scream.

Then come the dreams.

Running through moonlit fields. A voice calling her name. A presence she can't escape... or resist.

And when the truth finally surfaces, it shatters everything Anna thought she knew.

Chris isn't just her best friend's boyfriend.

He's an Alpha.

And somehow... impossibly...

He's her mate.

Torn between loyalty and a bond she can't break, Anna must decide, walk away and protect the only family she's ever known

Or surrender to the Alpha who was never meant to be hers.

Because in a town full of secrets, some fates are more dangerous than others... and loving him might cost her everything.

"Please marry me, I promise to compensate you in whatever way I can," Marina said to the man staring at her with confidence.
"Alright, I will."
After the wedding, "I want to get a divorce. Let me go Aiden."
"No, you are my compensation for marrying you," Aiden remarked, on his lips hanging a cocky smile.


She was left at the altar. He offered her a deal. Neither expected to fall in love.
When Marina is humiliated on her wedding day—abandoned in front of hundreds of guests—her life becomes the talk of high society. To save her family's reputation, she's thrust into a marriage of convenience with Aiden Blackwell, a powerful and enigmatic businessman who’s as cold as he is compelling.
Amid whispers, betrayals, and the lingering shadow of her past, Marina must decide: will she protect her heart, or risk it all for a love she never saw coming?

Life wasn't that good to Moriah as her groom decided against the marriage and left two hours before the wedding began. As if life hadn't been satisfied being cruel to her as it yet gave her another huge blow as she ended up marrying her sworn enemy. For her to salvage her reputation and that of her family, she has to walk down the aisle and marry the substitute groom. Walking down the aisle, she saw the man waiting for her. He was her archenemy, the billionaire business mogul, her fiancé's best friend, Ethan Miller. The blissful marriage she had been dreaming of with the love of her life turned into a nightmare.

BLURB/SYNOPSIS : "You love me? No… you can’t love a maid like me. We’re not from the same world. We can never be together. It’s a dream that won’t come true."

Lily, that doesn’t matter. I don’t care where you’re from or what your past is. I love you, and that’s the only truth that matters"

Lily has always known her place, silent, invisible, unworthy of love from someone like Sebastian Kingsley, the heir to a billion-dollar empire. She was hired to clean his mansion, not steal his heart. But when Sebastian Kingsley, the powerful billionaire in the city, confesses his love for her, she refuses to believe it.

For years, Sebastian has lived in darkness, suffocating under the weight of expectations. Drugs numb the pain. Sleepless nights steal his sanity. No one has ever looked at him without seeing his wealth until her. Lily became his peace, his escape, the only person who made him feel whole.

But their love was never meant to be.

Sebastian is already engaged to her sister, the woman the world believes is perfect for him. A woman who will do anything to keep him. And Lily? She’s just a maid. Powerless. Disposable. She wants to run to protect herself before it’s too late. But how do you walk away from the only person who ever made you feel alive?

Will their love survive the forces tearing them apart? Or will society, betrayal, and family duty crush them before they even have a chance?

It was a forbidden love

In a world of power, status, and deception, Sebastian and Lily are caught in a battle for love, survival, and happiness. Sebastian had everything—except happiness.

Lily had nothing—except hope.Together, will they find a future worth fighting for ?

The novel contains explicit content, sex, and assault and is full of scenes that take the reader to the new heights of unquenchable pleasure with every page turned, so it's advised for 18+.

My co-wife's brothers walked to the room, and I just walked out of the bathroom, which startled me; the towel fell to the ground. Both of them walked towards me, eyes full of lust, as they both said, "Why compete with another woman over a man when we are ready to share, dominate, and make you ours?
"But..."
Before I could continue my sentence, Salvador touched my well-soaked flowery bud and whispered close to my ears, "Say that you don't want us as much as we want you."

Meet the intriguing story of Margaret Mathias. Finding herself at a beautiful wedding with Joshua Franks, she agreed to be a second wife to him despite knowing he was already married because the first wife was very welcoming. But what she didn't expect was to be treated less than a maid in her husband's house. She laid several complaints to her husband, but they fell on deaf ears, saying her co-wife is the queen of the house.
She was sexually starved, and she had had enough. She was ready to leave the house, but would she be able to leave when her co-wife's brothers came for a vacation? Would they be ready to share her, or would one of them want her for himself? Read and find out.

I was supposed to be the best man, but when the bride ran away, I was forced to walk down the aisle and marry the arrogant billionaire I despised the most.

The hall was breathtaking. White lilies, crystal chandeliers, and rows of expectant faces waiting for my sister. Instead, they got me. I walked down the aisle with a single flower, a smug grin on my face hiding the absolute panic tearing through my chest.

At the altar stood Rowan Hale. Always perfect. Always in control. Except right now, his hands were clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were white. He was furious.

By the time I reached him, his patience had evaporated. He grabbed my hand in a bone-crushing grip that almost made me swear in front of the priest.

"You sure took your time crawling up here," Rowan whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Who do you think you are to keep me waiting?"

I managed a sickeningly bright smile. "I didn't know you were this eager to marry me."

I thought he would punch me. I wanted him to. We had been rivals for years, hating each other's guts in the entertainment industry. But instead, his cool mask fell back into place. He slid the heavy wedding band onto my finger, his thumb deliberately pressing into my skin.

"Smile," Rowan whispered against my ear, his breath hot and sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "Don't want anyone to think you're doing this against your will."

"That wouldn't be further from the truth," I retorted, trying to pull away.

But Rowan’s hand curled completely around my waist, his grip possessive and unyielding. "You will do as you're told, husband."

I thought this fake marriage was just a business deal. I thought we would divorce in a year. But when he dragged me into the hotel penthouse that night and locked the door behind us... I realized Rowan Hale had no intention of ever letting me go.

I gave up five years of my marriage for nothing.

My son is dead. He died on his fifth birthday, waiting for his father to come home. But instead of his dad, a car accident took him. And his father? He was a thousand miles away, with another woman.

For five years, I put up with my husband's coldness and his family's constant humiliation. I thought having a child would melt his icy heart. I was wrong—so terribly, laughably wrong.

He couldn't even focus at our son's funeral—his eyes were only for his old flame, his "true love." It wasn't until I was on my deathbed that he finally shed those fake tears of regret. But it was too late. My child was gone. My love had died. And soon, I would be gone too.

This marriage, this whole life—it's all been one big joke. I just want to find my son as soon as I can. To tell him that his mother never gave up on him. To promise him that in another world, we'll never be apart again.

Seven years ago, Ronan Blackwood—Alpha of the Beastman Clan—endured 999 lashes and defied the Council's exile to bond with me, a human.

He swore before the gods I'd be his only mate, forever.

But when his childhood sweetheart Camilla was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he dissolved our soul-bond at the Underground Court.

Then he handed me a glowing vial—the Seven-Day Oblivion.

"Sia, I need seven days to give Camilla a proper bonding ceremony before she dies. This potion will make you forget me temporarily. No pain, no memories. After the ceremony, you'll take the antidote and love me again. Then we'll re-bond."

He promised this separation was temporary. That I'd still be his only true mate.

What he didn't know: the potion was forbidden. There was no antidote.

I stared into those amber eyes that once bled for me—and swallowed it anyway.

In seven days, I'll forget him completely.

In my past life, I was pregnant and met a gruesome end, torn apart by the mad dog my cop husband kept, taking both my life and my baby's.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I discovered I was pregnant.
My seemingly perfect husband, the epitome of a good man, smiled as he brought me muffins laced with rat poison. My seemingly kind in-laws watched me intently, eager for me to swallow the deadly treat...
That's when it hit me: the perfect marriage I thought I had was actually a family conspiracy for murder!
This time, I refuse to be the lamb led to slaughter. If you want my life and my child's, then you'll all be begging for mercy in hell!

Warning: This novel have matured contents +18

"A different truth or dare is given, and that one has to be done, no matter what." Vicky said.

"Ok Deal," I said.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Truth," I said.

"What's your honest opinion of those pics you saw, of me?" She threw me a look of pure curiosity, which only made me laugh a little.

"I can say they were very hot," I said.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she answered, smiling at my comment.

"Is it just me, or are you not wearing panties?" I said, more to tease her about it, than I was curious.

"Yeah, I'm not," she said. "Actually, I'm surprised you noticed. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I said.

"I dare you to take off your shirt," she said.
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So, thats how it started. I don't know why, but her mission is to find any means to have me for herself not minding what it will result to. Though she later had me and even got pregnant for me., but what happened after that is what you won't expect.

I dragged Theodore out of the car seconds before it exploded. Ever since that day, my fingers have never been the same—a permanent injury I'll carry for life.
Three years into our marriage, Scarlett came back. His foster sister. The one he'd secretly loved all along.
He indulged her every whim. Let her wear my wedding ring. Move into our marital home. Even kiss him in public.
Everyone mocked me—said I was clinging to the title of "wife" and refused to let go. Scarlett told me to my face to get out.
That day, Theodore abandoned me on the highway.
That was when I finally gave up on him completely.
I left the divorce papers behind and vanished.
Theodore found the journal I'd left. He went crazy searching for me all over the world. When he finally found me, he dropped to his knees, eyes red with desperation.
"Don't leave. You're the one I've always loved."
I smiled and took my new boyfriend's hand.
"Too bad. I don't love you anymore."

"Only one woman leaves alive. Choose, Jared."

My husband didn't even hesitate. He rushed past me, untying his weeping mistress, Natalie. "I choose her! Take Danika!" he screamed, refusing to look at me as I sat bound to the chair. He walked away, leaving me alone with the man paid to rape me. The monster laughed, unzipping his pants, thinking I was a broken doll. But he forgot I had nothing left to lose. As he forced himself on me, my hand found a pen in his pocket. I didn't beg for mercy. I plunged it straight into his eye socket.

Danika, the perfect wife of upcoming businessman Jared Fox is known to the world as a naive, beautiful wife who loves her husband to the core, however, no one knows just how dark her life is.

Enter Lysander Laurent-Ashworth, cold, disciplined, and feared across the business world for his ruthless precision. To everyone else, he is untouchable. To Danika, he is the stranger who saved her, and the man who seems determined to shield her, even from the truths she can’t remember.

Bound by a dangerous agreement neither of them fully understands, Danika finds herself drawn into Lysander's world but Lysander might just do anything to protect her. Absolutely, anything.

In a cruel twist of fate, Shadow Pack heiress Joanna is forced to give false testimony in court, personally sending her beloved fated mate Sebastian into deadly exile with her own tearful lies. In that moment, her heart and soul shatter together as their mate bond breaks brutally before everyone's eyes.

Three years later, believing her true love is dead while struggling to raise their child alone, fate once again throws them together. The former elite Beta has become the feared Wolf King of the North, while she has fallen to a wolfless single mother slaving away in restaurant kitchens.

More ironically, their reunion takes place in a BDSM club—she trembles in a bunny girl costume serving drinks, while he sits in a VIP room with his chosen new Luna by his side.

"The biggest regret of my life is being with you." His words cut like knives, yet when danger strikes, his body moves faster than his mind to shield her from a fatal blow.

Their three-year-old son has the same gray-blue eyes as his father, but he'll never know that the mighty Wolf King is the daddy he dreams about. And Joanna doesn't dare let Sebastian discover the truth—what would a betrayer's child mean to him?

As layers of truth unfold, as revenge intertwines with redemption, can these former fated mates find each other again amid the torment of hatred and love? Or are they destined to forever miss each other in cruel reality?

Can a shattered bond be reforged? Can the wounds of betrayal heal? This heart-wrenching tale of love and vengeance awaits your witness to the ultimate redemption...

I gave my virginity to a powerful stranger to spite my cheating fiancé, only to discover he's my new boss and my ex's billionaire godfather.
Joann
He fucked my blood sister, I fucked his dad. And now we're even. 
I usually condoned Steven's misdeeds and ignored his red flags—at least the one he made obvious. Because why not? Everyone has flaws, I could deal with it. But cheating on me?? And with my immediate sister? That was the last straw.
I got with a stranger that looked familiar, and in my defense, I was high. Finding out I slept with my ex boyfriend's dad, my head bumped. I was toast! Though it felt like a payback. I tried every possible best to avoid Mr Sanchez. Had sex, moved on, but I couldn't. I'm pregnant! And for a one night stand with my ex's dad. 
This Book is highly erotic. 18+

He married me because I look like her.
For three years, I played the role. I cooked his meals. I warmed his bed. I smiled when he forgot my birthday. I stayed quiet when he left in the middle of the night to hold her hand.
I told myself it was enough. I told myself I didn't need his love.
Then I got pregnant.
He said he hated children. So I didn't tell him. I was going to keep it. Our baby. The only thing that was truly mine.
But my body had other plans.
When I called him from the hospital floor, bleeding out, begging for help—he didn't come. He said I was lying. He was too busy with her.
That night, I lost everything.
The baby. The hope. The lie I'd been living.
Now he's calling me. Again and again.
But the substitute wife? She's not picking up.

"I don't know who moved first. But suddenly my mouth was on his and I was kissing him like I was oxygen and he'd been drowning...I didn't even know his name."
I'm Harper, and my life exploded the day I caught my husband with my best friend.
He handed me divorce papers like I was disposable.
So I ran to LA, got drunk, and let a stranger make me forget I was ever a wife.
One night. No names. No rules.
Just the kind of heat that sears itself into your bones.
I thought I escaped it when I slipped out of his bed before sunrise.
I was wrong.
Because at my next job interview, he's sitting across from me, the stranger from that night.
Hardin Wolfe. Billionaire. Cold. Dangerous.
"I've been searching for you," he tells me, and my entire body remembers him.
I need this job to rebuild my life.
I need revenge on the people who destroyed me.
But working for Hardin means late nights, closed doors, one hotel room on business trips...and a man who doesn't understand the word no when it comes to me.
I try to keep my distance.
He gets closer.
Too close.
Until one night on a work trip, I stop fighting it—and everything between us ignites again.
Then I miss my period. The baby could be his. Or it could be my ex-husband's from our final, toxic goodbye.
Now my ex wants me back. Hardin is hiding a secret that could break me all over again. And I'm carrying a child who might belong to the wrong man.
Revenge tastes sweet. Desire burns deep. And loving either of them might destroy me.

Eva Fransis had everything—until the people she loved most took it all away.

Drugged and betrayed on her 18th birthday by her best friend, Eva's perfect life crumbled in a single night. A desperate escape led her into the arms of a stranger, and one forbidden night left her pregnant and alone.

Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Eva endured years of abuse, humiliation, and heartbreak—all while her husband lived off her family's wealth. The final blow? Catching him in bed with the very woman who destroyed her life.

Now, Eva is done being a victim.

She wants a divorce. She wants her freedom. She wants to give her children the life they deserve.

But her husband refuses to let her go—not out of love, but greed.

And just when she thinks things can't get more complicated, a powerful stranger appears, claiming to be the real father of her children.

He wants them back.

He wants her back.

She spent years protecting her heart. Now she must protect her children—even if it means facing the man from that unforgettable night.

Can she break free from her past? Or will she be stolen by the man who already owns a piece of her?

For three years, Vivian secretly dated her best friend's brother. On her twenty-fifth birthday, he promised her everything would change. Instead, she watched him publicly claim another woman. Her stepsister. The same woman who had stolen her family, her inheritance, and now the man she loved. Only then did Vivian realize the truth. She was just the substitute.​
Heartbroken and determined to reclaim her late father's legacy, Vivian agrees to an arranged marriage. But she walks into the wrong private room. And proposes to the wrong man.​
"Let's get married. One year. No strings attached."​
The stranger studies her for a moment before smiling.​
"Fine."​
Until she finds herself married to the last man she ever expected. Zayn Harris. The billionaire everyone fears. And her ex-boyfriend's greatest rival.​
At first, their marriage is just a contract. No love. No promises. No future. But every time someone tries to humiliate her, Zayn is there. Protecting her. Defending her. Choosing her. For the first time in her life, Vivian is someone's first choice.
Unfortunately for Caleb, he realizes that too late. Because the woman he threw away is now wearing another man's ring. And unlike him, Zayn has no intention of letting her go.

While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation

I came across a viral local post while scrolling through my phone.

LIVE: My fiancée is cheating on me. I’m in her house right now. Should I end her for good?

When I tapped into the post, what I read made the blood in my veins turn to ice in an instant.

I put a monitoring app on her phone. I’ve been listening for almost two weeks, and every single day she’s on the line with some random guy, flirting and talking dirty. She says yes to marrying me to my face, but she’s been cuckolding me behind my back. Tell me, bros—does this bitch deserve to die?

The comment section below had completely spiraled out of control. Hundreds of replies were all outright egging him on, not a single person telling him to stop. Every line oozed with the vicious glee of people who lived for drama and cared nothing for the consequences.

Hell yeah she does. You got cucked this hard, why keep her around?
Bro, stop all talk and no action. Go live, we’ll send you gifts. Rape her first, then kill her if you’ve got the balls.
You in Haicheng? Drop the address. Me and the boys will come over and help you out. My fists are itching for a fight anyway.
Pfft, and I thought you were tough. You’re already in her house and still dragging your feet? I bet you don’t even have the guts to kill a dog.

My fingers were shaking violently. Driven by a sick, twisting dread, I tapped into the poster’s profile—and with just one glance, every hair on my body stood on end.

This account belonged to Xiao Ming, the blind date my relatives had forced on me when I went home for the Lunar New Year.

His entire profile was filled with posts about me, spanning a full two weeks, starting the very day we’d met for that blind date.

He’d taken secret photos of me, paired with captions full of disgusting, delusional ramblings:

My fiancée went on a date with me today. She wore a white blouse with the neckline open so low, it’s obvious she was trying to seduce me.
She told me she works the front desk at a hotel. That’s her way of hinting I should take her to a room for the night. All women say one thing and mean another.
She says she has a boyfriend, but it’s just playing hard to get. She’s been dying to marry me this whole time.

But I’d said it loud and clear, right in front of the matchmaker, on the very day of that blind date: I’d been in a committed relationship with my boyfriend for three years.

That blind date was nothing more than a way to appease my family. I’d been polite but distant the entire time, and I hadn’t even accepted a single glass of water from him.

As for that nonsense about a hotel room? It was complete and utter garbage. I’d only casually mentioned that my job was working the front desk at a hotel, nothing more.

Just as a bone-deep chill washed over me, the post refreshed. A new line had been added to the main post, timestamped just three seconds earlier:

Truth is, I’m hiding in her house right now. She’s lying in bed scrolling through her phone, and she has no idea she’s already dead meat.

The very second that line finished loading, a clear, soft rustle of fabric came from the wardrobe right behind me.

My biggest regret? Trusting my husband with my mother's life.

The day the mudslide hit, I was on my knees. Begging him to send a helicopter.

He told me to wait. Twenty minutes. But when the helicopter came, it went for his adoptive sister Vivian instead.

I held my mother in the ruins. Her body was shutting down. I waited. Waited until she went cold in my arms.

When he finally showed up at the hospital, the first thing he said? Accused me of faking it. Said I just wanted attention.

In that moment, my heart died too.

Later, I found out Vivian wasn't even sick.

She said "I don't feel well"—that's all it took. And he left my mother and me to die.

Called me a lunatic. In front of everyone. All for her.

I was ready to leave. For good. Then someone shattered my mother's ashes.

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.

I had a childhood arranged marriage with the Mu family. My unreliable dad just tossed me a New York address and told me to go inherit the company there.

They only broke the news to me after my plane touched down in New York: I could take over the family business only if I went through with the marriage.

I followed the address, only to be led winding through the streets by the men at the gate and taken to an abandoned construction site.

Along the way, the man guiding me feigned sympathy: “The Mu Group went bankrupt two years ago. They sold their house and company to pay off debts, yet still owe a fortune in loan sharks. Debt collectors hound him every day, and he always brings them here to talk. He works an office job by day and fights in underground boxing matches for cash by night—his life is nothing short of miserable.”

Hardly had he finished speaking when I heard the harsh clanging of steel pipes. A devastatingly handsome man was grappling with a dozen men, a steel pipe gripped in his hand.

His features were sharp, his jaw clenched tight. Blood trickled down his cheek from his temple, mixing with dust, carving out an air of broken ferocity about him.

Hell no—they’re picking on my future husband right in front of me?

The guide tried to say more, but I, a die-hard sucker for good looks, grabbed a steel bar beside me and charged straight in.

The brawlers froze for a split second at my sudden appearance, then plunged back into the fight.

Mu Qingye threw every punch with reckless brutality, and I, a multiple-time taekwondo champion, was no pushover either.

Once we’d chased the debt collectors off, I tossed the steel bar aside and watched Mu Qingye lean against the wall, gasping for breath.

His clothes were frayed and faded, and the bandage on his right leg was soaked through with blood, a glaring, vivid red.

He sat on the ground, lifted his eyelids to glance at me sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.

I stared at his outrageously handsome face, my heart racing wildly: “I’m Meng Shixia. Do you remember me? I—”

“I don’t know you.” He cut me off abruptly, staggered to his feet by leaning on the wall, and shot me another cold glance. “Stay out of my business.”

Everyone in this city knows that the king of the underworld, my husband Vincent, is crazy about me.

Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.

He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."

I believed him.

Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.

That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.

But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.

I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.

Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.

"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"

"Finally. The family's saved."

My sister and I both married the wrong men in our past lives. I was bound to an overbearing Lycan Duke, who saw me as nothing more than a vessel for his heir. I ultimately lost my life in childbirth. My sister wed a frivolous Fae Prince, hounded and tormented by his countless mistresses until she was driven to take her own life.
Reborn before our weddings, we bravely choose to swap our marriage contracts, determined to break free from our cruel fates. This time, we rewrite our stories and grasp the our happy lives .

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.

The alliance between the Human Empire and the Wolf Empire has stood for centuries. The treaty requires the Human Empire to send a princess to the Wolf Empire every so often, to become the Wolf King's mate and strengthen the bond between our kingdoms. Now, it's time to honor that pact again.

Father is old now, ready to step down. My sister and I have to choose.

In my past life, Adelaide chose the throne. She thought power meant she could do whatever she wanted. Within three years, the Human Empire crumbled in her hands. At home, she bled the people dry, filling her own coffers while they starved. Abroad, her arrogance drove away our allies. The Dwarven Empire, the Serpent Empire, they all cut ties. In the end, the surrounding kingdoms banded together and attacked. The Human Empire fell in the war. Our parents died by enemy blades, and Adelaide had to flee.

And me? I went to the Wolf Empire, just like the treaty said.

On the surface, I was the Wolf Queen, worshipped by every wolf, living in the grand Wolf Court, attending state banquets. In reality, I was his prisoner. Forced to run as prey in the hunting ritual, slapped to the ground in front of the council, shoved forward as a hostage when conflicts arose.

At one banquet, Adelaide appeared in front of me, gripping a dagger, madness burning in her eyes. "This is your fault! If you hadn't been so useless in the Wolf Empire, we wouldn't have lost everything!"

The blade sank into my chest. I collapsed in a pool of blood.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back in the throne room with Father watching us.

Adelaide barely hesitates before speaking up. "I'll go to the Wolf Empire. Let Brynn take the throne."

I smile.

Foolish Adelaide. She has no idea that beneath the Queen's crown lies nothing but chains and blood.

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.

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.

For three years, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Until I hit play on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my perfect reality shattered into a million jagged pieces.

The woman writhing on the bed was Amanda—the sweet, innocent girl we had both grown up with.

And the hand tracing the curve of her bare skin? It wore the platinum wedding band I had personally slipped onto Louis’s finger.

"I missed you so much..."

"You drive me fucking crazy, baby..."

Hearing my own husband's signature sweet nothings whispered to my childhood best friend gutted me completely.

Our entire social circle constantly praised us as the golden couple. But beneath the glossy surface, who could have guessed this flawless marriage was built on a mountain of sick lies?

Well, if Louis was such a brilliant actor, I figured it was time to give him a show of my own.

I was going to rip off his mask and show the entire world exactly what kind of monster my "perfect husband" truly was.

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.

Five years in hell, my beloved and best friend joined hands to push me into the abyss. The savior I trusted was actually a deadly fraud. Reborn from despair, Vito came through the light. I tore apart the scumbag and the evil woman, settled all debts, broke free from the shadow, stepped into the light, and lived the rest of my life only for myself.

A hormonal condition pushed my weight to two hundred pounds, and for three years, this boarding school made sure I never forgot it.

The ringleader was the guy every girl worshipped.

And beside him stood his girlfriend, the one who always stepped in at my worst moments with a soft voice and a sympathetic look, like she was doing me a favor.

Everyone called her an angel. Only I knew the truth: every time she "helped," things got worse.

One day, she handed me a candy in front of everyone. "Here. Something sweet always helps."

I didn't feel like I had a choice.

That night, a demon showed up at the foot of my bed.

"Congratulations. You ate the pact candy. I'll grant you three wishes — money, beauty, lifespan. You name it, I'll make it happen."

My whole body shook. Three years of humiliation, and finally there was a way out. Wealth, beauty, revenge. All I had to do was ask.

Then the demon's expression shifted, eyes full of cruel amusement.

"There's a catch, though. The real pact-holder is someone else. Whatever you wish for, the one who gave you that candy gets double."

The words I was about to say died in my throat.

Then, slowly, I smiled.

Double?

That's way more interesting than three wishes.

One of my employees went online and dragged me, claiming I'm making them sacrifice their health for a paycheck and forcing everyone to work over Thanksgiving.

Here's what actually happened. My company gives nine days off for Thanksgiving. Volunteer to work overtime, get triple pay, with a $500 daily meal stipend and a $5,000 bonus. No one gets penalized for not working.

The whole internet's tearing into me for making employees sell their lives for cash. So I give her exactly what she wants and send out a company-wide notice:

To protect employee mental health, the building gets locked and the power gets cut over Thanksgiving. No one is allowed to work for any reason. Anyone who does gets fired.

The minute that email goes out, the employees who were counting on overtime to pay their mortgages lose it. Now they're all crowded outside the building, begging me to open the doors.

For nine years, I lived as my twin sister’s replacement Luna. I raised her pup as if she were my own. I treated that man as my fated mate. What I got in return was the Pack that unanimously decided I was the monster who “killed Edna”, and the sinner Ann swore should go to hell.
At Ann’s birthday banquet, I accidentally knocked over a framed photo. Ann shoved me in front of a room full of Alphas and elders, drenching me in red wine, smiling as she said I wasn’t worthy of touching anything of the House.
I thought that if I endured nine years, I could finally leave. Then Eric suddenly changed his mind.
Ann stuffed the corpse of the little bird I’d been raising into a gift box and threatened me with a sweet smile. “You’re the next.”
When I dragged my suitcase to the door, she shifted to wolf in front of everyone, slammed me to the ground, her fangs pressed against my throat.
What they didn’t expect was that my real backer had returned, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, my biological father, David.

At the company's annual client appreciation dinner, I was the one in charge of booking the venue.
To save the company money, I picked my aunt's upscale restaurant with a skyline view. Since we were family, she only charged us at cost. When I posted the details in our Slack channel to confirm with the team, no one had any objections—except for the intern, who slowly tagged me in the chat:
[Arthur, I don't mean anything by it.]
[I just want to ask—how big a kickback did you get for booking your family's restaurant?]
[After all, the money for this dinner is coming out of our bonus pool.]
[So you should return that money to the rest of us, right?]
The other coworkers started liking the message and chiming in to support him.
So I dropped the whole thing on the spot and handed the task over to that intern, who loved talking about "fixing workplace injustice."
Then the night of the dinner came.
From the CEO all the way down to the investors, everyone was pinned on the deck and searched by armed Coast Guard officers.
The most important client contact collapsed from a heart attack on the spot and was airlifted by helicopter straight to the ICU, costing the company a multimillion-dollar enterprise cybersecurity contract.

Her hands slid up to his chest, palms flat, feeling the solid strength beneath his shirt. The fear didn’t vanish completely. But it quieted. Receded into the background. Logan’s thumb brushed her cheek, slow and grounding, as his other hand settled at her waist.

The kiss grew warmer. Slower. Logan felt it too, sharp and electric. His wolf stirred restlessly, recognizing something it shouldn’t, something it wanted to claim even as his mind warned him to stop. He broke the kiss first, breathing hard, forehead resting against hers.

“Emily,” he murmured, strained. “We should—” She didn’t let him finish. Her lips brushed his jaw, tentative, almost questioning. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t send me away.”


After being betrayed forty-eight times by her mate, Oscar, Emily is drugged and offered to powerful wolves for his gain. Desperate and fleeing danger, she collapses into the arms of Lucas Walker, one of seven feared Alpha Brothers who rule the strongest pack. Drawn to her by an unstoppable pull, the brothers vow to protect her. But Emily’s past hides a darker secret, one that fate has bound to all of them.

Book 1- Ten years ago Charlotte fell in love.
Seven years ago she made a terrible mistake that would rip them apart forever.
Now, she's just trying to rebuild her life.
Moving into the safe neighbourhood was meant to be the start of something great, and it was right up until she realised The Lost Reapers MC were her next door neighbours.
Bikers were bad news… everyone knew that.
Everyone it seemed but Charlotte herself, who finds herself undeniably drawn to not one but two bikers.
But who will she choose and more importantly will she even get the chance to?
Because the past is about to catch up with her and her two hot bikers might not be able to save her in time.
**contains the following themes
MMF
Why Choose
Explicit Sex
Violence and SA (not between main characters)
Forbidden romance

Book 2- Daisy in Chains
*** contains the following themes
Explicit sex
Grumpy/sunshine
Age Gap
Violence, ☠️, and talk of SA (not between main characters.

Book 3- Runaway Muse
*** contains the following themes
Explicit sex
Opposites attract
Secret identity
Grief and Violence (both on and off the page)

Cover Design- RJ Creatives
(No ai was used in any part of the production of this

I was seconds away from marrying a madman when a monster tore him apart and claimed me as his prize.

I stood at the altar, trembling in my white gown, staring at Alpha Sage—the insane Wolf of the North who treated torture like a sport. The priestess was about to bind me to him forever when the doors blew open. A sword slashed through the air, and Sage’s head rolled to the floor.

The crowd screamed, but I couldn't move. Standing over the corpse was Alpha Devon of the Bloodmoon pack. His eyes were blood-red, his presence terrifying. "You will do as I say," he growled, grabbing my jaw with blood-stained hands. "I am taking Skylar White."

I was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down!" I screamed, but he ignored me, carrying me out of the hall. As we stepped into the night, a scent hit me. My wolf howled inside me. Mate!

Fate is a cruel joker. The man who just slaughtered my groom is my fated mate. But he looked at me with disgust. He dragged me to his pack, not as a Luna, but as a slave. "You will serve, and you will suffer," he promised. But late at night, when he thinks I'm asleep, I catch him watching me.

She was born a princess… but not meant to remain one.
Brianna has spent her life under the protection of kings, her uncles, Atlas and Cassian. She was a white wolf by blood. A royal by birth. And something far more dangerous lurking beneath the surface.
Because Brianna is not just lycan.
She is elemental.
When ancient power begins to awaken inside her, it doesn’t come quietly. The earth trembles beneath her feet. The air answers her breath. Fire coils beneath her skin, wild and untamed. And with it comes a mark, one that binds her to a fate no one can outrun.
As enemies rise and the balance of power between packs begins to fracture, Brianna becomes the center of something far bigger than a throne. Hunted for what she is. Feared for what she could become.
And at her side stands Ryder. He's fierce, loyal, and willing to burn the world to keep her safe. But even he may not be enough to hold her together when the elements begin to claim her completely.
Because this time… it isn’t about who will rule. It’s about what she will become. And once the elements mark you there is no going back.

"We've been together for two years. I gave you my virginity, and you go ahead and say this?"
"You're a cheerleader, Dahlia. Everyone knows cheerleaders are hoes. Don't try to impose a pregnancy on me. Are you trying to ruin my career?"
"You cheated on me, humiliated me in front of the entire school, lied about our relationship, and now you're acting like I'm the villain for refusing to quietly disappear? You got your wish. You've always wanted me gone. Well, here you go."


Pregnant for her high school boyfriend at seventeen, Dahlia Harold, the beloved and pampered heiress of the Harold family is rejected and disowned by her parents when she refuses to abort to save the family's reputation. When her boyfriend, William Redford, rejects the pregnancy and breaks up with her to date her arch enemy, Zoey Hushton, she is broken and dejected.
With no one to help, she takes to the streets, struggling alone.
Five years later, she meets Zac Leroy, the once chubby, meek and poor boy from high school who was bullied by everyone, including William and Zoey.
The boy who has always had a secret crush on her was now a drop-dead, dangerously attractive billionaire soccer player. And he has promised to help her get back on her feet with her five year old genius daughter who would do anything to bring her 'mommy and her rich friend' together.
The only problems are;
Zac is now dating his high school bully, Zoey Hushton.
And William Redford is the captain of the team he has returned to USA to play for.

I sold my virginity and my womb to save my sister. But the billionaire who bought me plays by darker rules than I ever imagined.

My sister’s heart is failing. The medical bills are a death sentence. So I do the unthinkable: I auction myself to the highest bidder. Ten million dollars for one son. No love. No future. Just a contract.

Ethan Hopper is a cold, powerful god in a bespoke suit. He doesn’t want a wife. He needs an heir—within ten months—or he loses his billion-dollar empire. And I’m nothing but a clinical transaction to him.

But his manor is a gilded cage of monsters. By day I play the blushing bride to keep my sister alive. By night I’m hunted by his vengeful ex-fiancée and a brother-in-law who smells my secrets. Then the ultimate betrayal shatters everything.

In a haze of wine and vengeance, Ethan’s predatory father, Richard, commits an act of unspeakable cruelty. When I finally see those two pink lines, my joy turns to gut-wrenching terror. I’m carrying the Hopper heir… but I don’t know if the child belongs to the cold husband I’ve begun to crave… or to his monstrous father.

Some bargains are written in ink.
The most dangerous ones are written in blood.

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, if she got to marry the man she loved for a decade, not abandoned by him.
"We can't have this wedding today. I'll get you a bigger one."And just like that, he rushed off, leaving her heart in shambles.
Some guests whispered and murmured loud enough for her to hear as they walked past her."She is not Luna material, everyone knows that."
"Not Luna material,"Flora scoffs, remembering that particular comment as she picks up her bouquet, ripping it apart flower by flower, "I bet Alice is,"she stares coldly at the picture of Adrian on the screen, in pain of only humiliation and sorrow
A bigger wedding? His promise only makes her realise how ridiculous and pathetic she has been.
She scoffs and shakes her head, no, she doesn't want a bigger wedding, she wants no wedding now.
When Alpha Adrian asked Flora to give up her dream to be by his side, she willingly accepted it and did So.
When he forgot her birthday for three years in a row and said he was sorry, she forgave him every time.
When he hurt her feelings time and time again, showing her he was more interested in her body than her soul, she stomached it and rationalized in her head that someday his love would mean more.
But when he strode into the venue of their wedding and told her he was calling it off instead of saying 'I do' to her because of his ex-girlfriend.
Flora realised the truth she had been denying herself all these years.
She is and will never be anything to Alpha Adrian so when Adrian comes asking for forgiveness this time around, will she forgive him?

The night wolves burned Settlement Seven to the ground, Aria Voss lost everything.
‎Her home. Her people. Her twin brother Marcus, twenty-two years old, buried in ash and rubble while she dug his grave with her bare hands.
‎Most people would have run away.
‎Aria ran toward it.
‎Four months of tracking one burned document led her to one name, Vayne. The most powerful wolf pack in the region. A pack with an army, a territory, and a Supreme Alpha whose word was absolute law.
‎She crossed their border at midnight. Alone. On purpose.
‎Not to beg. Not to hide. To find the person who gave the order and make sure they answered for it.
‎What she didn't plan for was Kael.
‎The youngest Alpha pulled her from the dark instead of killing her. Hid her. Protected her. Taught her the world she had walked into, and somewhere in the middle of all that, fell in love with her.
‎She didn't plan for that either.
‎Then Damon arrived.
‎The heir. The eldest cousin. Cold, brilliant, and dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with his teeth. He looked at Aria once and decided he wanted what belonged to his cousin.
‎Not from love.
‎From pride.
‎And above them both sat Aldric, the Supreme Alpha. Ancient. Calculating. A man who had been moving pieces on a board for sixty years.
‎Aria thought she came to destroy the Vayne pack.
‎She had no idea the Vayne pack had been waiting for her.
‎Two Alphas will fight over her.
‎One king will claim her.
‎And the girl who crossed the border expecting to die will end up ruling everything.