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What do you do when you are bound to two of the most powerful kings in the world? One drinks your blood. One owns your soul.

I am Danika, a young woman treated like a servant in my own werewolf pack. When I accidentally kill the Alpha, I am forced to flee into a dangerous territory called the Bloodied Kingdoms, where I immediately encounter its terrifying ruler, the Bloodied King. A powerful, instant connection sparks between us, and I become his blood host, his source of life force.

But I am also the rejected mate of the werewolf king.

Now both kings want me. Do I choose one, or claim them both?

A bully, a bad boy, and the person she hated most. ONCE AJERK__ALWAYS A JERK? "Marry me. This is the only way you can survive in this world."" He could marry anyone but all he wanted was her, a married woman. Scared but she didn't want him to save her. ""I'd choose de... death rather than be.. being your wife."" She said in a trembling voice. ""Then how about me giving you the sweetest death possible?"" He walked towards her, making her step backwards. ""What?"" Suddenly he kissed her in front of everybody out of nowhere. In the spotlight, he pronounced in front of everyone that she belonged to him but why?
Two years passed, but he did not change at all. How about her? Why did he come back to her life again? After everything that she went through because of him, was not it enough for him? Why did he show up when she was happy and he offered her a contract? She knew that Preston Adam Collymore never had any interest in her then why...

Ten years ago. Her father had given her only one choice: reject Darren, or watch him be exiled from the pack with no protection and no way back.

She forced herself to meet his eyes. “I’m the future Luna, Darren. I need someone worthy of me.”

Her wolf screamed inside her as she spoke the words that would destroy them both.
“I, Lyra Haralson, reject you.”


Ten years after Lyra Haralson rejected her destined mate, Darren Kingsley returns as the feared Blood Alpha. He storms the Haralson territory, destroys her pack, kills her father, claims her home, and takes Lyra as his captive. To Darren, it is revenge. The spoiled Alpha’s daughter who once called him unworthy will finally lose everything she once chose over him.
Darren believes Lyra chose status over their mate bond. Lyra carries the truth she was forbidden to reveal. Now trapped under his rule, she faces his hatred, Seraphina’s jealousy, a dangerous love triangle, and an Alpha Council determined to control them both. But as their enemies-to-lovers tension grows, Darren begins to question everything he believed about her.

Alessandro Martini, once the play boy is changed in to a mature and responsible man, when took over the position of CEO of Martini Group, however, not many knows about his true identity of being an Italian mafia leader except those are involved. Being CEO and ruthless mafia leader his life is full of challenges because of his rivals on both sides, to make it worst his father demands an heir from him, he wouldn’t have given a damn to his wish unless he was threatened by his own father on the positions he holds.
Autumn is the ordinary girl, who struggled for making her career after she was ditched by her boyfriend four years ago, while crying out for his betrayal she happened to spend the night with stranger, someone whose identity she doesn’t know. However, as time passes she was happy with her twin babies and her life until one day when kidnapping of her sons brought her face to face with their father, knowing his identity only scared her for her and her kid’s life.

Some things can't be mended. Born into the shifter world he hates, Alpha Hades finds his destiny on the same road used to avoid it. The air of danger that surrounds him is felt by humans and werewolves alike. He's both a beast and a genius.

With a Bratva Prince at his side, Hades and Kazimir find themselves thriving in the shadows of the underworld, but the Moon Goddess seems to have other plans for them. This bad boy never wanted a mate but now that he's found her, he wants to possess her. Odessa Theodorus may just be his redemption, though it's not redemption he seeks but retribution. From cage fights in Moscow to the shores of Cyprus, all roads lead back home to Greece.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "Each time you break a rule; I'll claim a part of your body as mine"
Forced to marry the heir of the largest mafia syndicate to pay for her parent's debt and her grandmother's hospital bills. "Live with my son for 30 days, if you don't fall in love with him, I'll cancel this contract."
Can Malissa live with the handsome, hot and dominating Hayden for 30 days without falling for his charms? However, there are rules to living with this lusty monster and as Malissa breaks them, she learns of pleasures that she never knew existed.
As his touches set her on fire, her heart starts to melt. But does the two have a future together when Hayden is in love with someone else and Malissa cannot get over her ex-boyfriend? READ NOW to find out!

"You think I'm the devil for wanting my wife's baby sister spread open and begging. But you came here, Felicia. You texted me back and you ran here. You let me finger fck you against a hotel wall like a desperate little whre while Eva's probably acting like the perfect wife at home."
Felicia Lawson thought college would be her escape but nothing prepared her for Ian, her sister's husband or for Jake, the charming upperclassman who made her believe in something real again.
While Felicia battles guilt and longing, her roommate Zara hides secrets darker than love, a mafia lineage that's about to pull her into a marriage with a dangerous don.
"You're going to marry me, little sunflower."
Zara's eyes snap open, the water sloshes as she jerks against my grip, but the chain on her ankle rattles like a laugh. She can't go far. She can't go anywhere.
"Fuck you," she spits, voice raw from screaming at the ceiling all night. "I'd rather die."
He smiled. It was small and polite, the kind he used to give people who betrayed him right before he buried them in the ground. "That can be arranged. But first…"
Massimo curled his fingers inside her. "You're going to come on my hand," he said calmly, "and then you're going to say yes."

Erica accidentally witnesses Max making love to Kora, her enemy. At the same time, while hiding under the bed, Erica heard the whole plan of the couple's destruction. For a minute out of control, Erica scuffled with the couple. To stop Erica's madness, Max hit Erica so hard that she lost consciousness. After seeing Erica lying motionless. The frightened couple carried Erica outside the emergency exit of the apartment building, to create a fake scene where Erica fell down the stairs.

Erica, after waking up, finds her way home. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the house, she was arrested by the police for assaulting and assaulting Kora. To avoid jail time, Kora and her mother forced Erica to sign a deed of ownership of the property, which Erica was allowed to inherit when her parents died.

When Erica discovered the whole plot of Kora and her mother, it was too late. Erica had to accept the request of Kora and her mother, to avoid being wrongfully imprisoned.

Losing everything, even being kicked out of the house. Erica resolves to take back what belongs to her and makes Kora and her mother pay the price.

Erica begins a new life, accidentally meeting and saving Ansel, the heir to a large corporation.

How will Erica's life change, when she becomes Ansel's benefactor?

Roxanne thought the worst part of her life was moving.
She was wrong.
On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, the truth unravels—her life has been nothing but a carefully crafted lie. The woman she called mother was never hers. The town she trusted hides things that shouldn’t exist. And the enemies chasing her have been watching for far longer than she realizes.
Because Roxanne carries something rare.
Something deadly.
Something the world believed was extinct.
A bloodline powerful enough to control any Alpha.
Any… except one.
Thrown into a world of hidden packs, ancient secrets, and ruthless enemies, Roxanne must learn to survive before her power awakens fully. But when fate ties her to the one man she cannot dominate—and cannot escape—the line between survival and destruction begins to blur.
Bound by a mate bond that could either save them… or destroy them both, Roxanne is forced to confront the one truth she can’t outrun:
In this world, love is just as deadly as power.

When humanity’s last survivors are forced to fight for a place on the new world, love becomes the most dangerous weapon of all.
Red Harts never asked to be chosen for Savage Glory, a brutal arena designed by AIs to decide who deserves to live on Planet Minerva.
But when she meets Aamon everything changes.
They were never meant to love each other.
She’s the Tank; the shield of humanity.
He’s the Assassin; the blade designed to end her.
Thrown into Savage Glory, a survival arena ruled by machines, Red and Aamon must fight side by side... or against each other. Every heartbeat between them defies the code written in their blood and metal.
But in a world where only one can survive, love becomes a rebellion.
And sometimes, surviving means breaking the system that built you.
Two hearts. One arena.
To love... is to risk everything.

When Carolina, an obsessed, lovesick lesbian, gets her heart broken by the lady she wants to spend the rest of her life with, she wants to take revenge on the man who stole the love of her life. Surprisingly, this “man* turns out to be her stepbrother whom she abhorred with her life. She begins a mission to stalk her stepbrother, get him obsessed with her, then dump him so she can get back with Angelina, her ex girlfriend. What starts as fake admiration and obsession eventually turns into something real and Carolina realizes that she may not be a lesbian after all. Maybe bisexual. But she was definitely into men. And one of them… is her stepbrother.

We were never fated mates. Our marriage was a political deal between two pureblood packs, and I was foolish enough to fall in love with my husband anyway.
For five years, Kieran Blackwood told me his wolf couldn’t read emotion. So I forgave him. The missed dinners. The nights he never came home. I even took a silver bullet for him, and all he said was, “Don’t get blood on the carpet.”
Then I went to his office to tell him I was pregnant, and heard the truth through the door. His wolf felt everything. He just never cared. He married me for a pureblood heir, and once our pup was born, he would throw me away.
I refused to be his breeding vessel. I refused to hand him my child.
So on the night of the Full Moon Gala, in the chaos of a hunter attack, Serena Blackwood died in a wolfsbane fire.
I lit it myself.
A year and a half later, the husband who never once looked at me has torn the world apart to find me. Now he’s standing at my door, begging for a second chance.
But I’m not the woman who waited for him anymore.

The day I found out I was carrying twins, my husband offered me $13.5 million for a divorce.

After two and a half years on a $500 monthly allowance, I had one urgent question:

Where did I sign?

Ethan and his girlfriend thought I was hiding my heartbreak.

I was hiding an ultrasound picture—and trying to leave before he changed his mind.

Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in my head crystal clear: This time, I'm not fighting for their love—I'm taking back the life that was always mine.

My little sister and I each bear a Heart-Seed Mark etched into our chests.
Inside each seed grow Heartbeat Petals—currency that can trade for anything under the boughs of The Heart-Root, the ancient devouring tree.
At eight years old, I plucked one petal to cure Mom’s terminal cancer.
At ten, I tore out another to mend my older brother’s shattered bones after his brutal fight.
At twenty-four, I sacrificed my third and final petal to wake my husband’s sister from a car-crash-induced vegetative state.
Now, two disasters struck at once: my father died in a horrific car wreck, and my husband’s mistress lost their unborn baby.
Both sides of my family flocked to The Heart-Root, all fixated on stealing my petals for their own wishes.
I tried to step aside and let my younger sister go first to make the trade, but Mom shoved me hard.
“Every bit of love we’ve poured into you these years, every petal came from us! You’d really hold out and refuse to save your own father? Ungrateful girl!” my mom snapped.
My husband’s mom cut in sharp as a knife: “A good wife knows her place. It’s your duty to bring that baby back for your husband. If only you’d given him a son yourself.”
They tied me tight to the tree trunk. I watched a girl standing nearby get torn apart by black, writhing vines when she had no petals left—her flesh dissolved straight into the tree’s roots to feed it.
But my Heart-Seed didn’t have a single petal left either...

My younger sister scored 8.2. I scored 0.3.
She was the genius. I was the waste-blood Omega.
My parents threw me to the strays.
Said I didn't deserve the Silver Moon name.
Said the slum was where I belonged.
Now I'm awake, with molten gold in my veins.
This time, you'll be the ones begging to take me back.

For two and a half years, I survived on my husband’s measly $480 monthly allowance, trapped in a gilded mansion as his invisible, unpaid housekeeper while he lavished wealth and attention on another woman.

When Ethan finally offered me $13.2 million to sign a divorce and disappear quietly, I agreed instantly.

I did not grieve the end of my marriage. I rejoiced at my freedom.

What he never knew was that I was twelve weeks pregnant with his twins. I signed the papers, took his money, and walked away without a single tear, determined to raise my two children far away from his cold, cruel world.

But the trap was never the empty marriage or the tiny monthly allowance.
It was the hidden conspiracy behind his sudden expensive divorce.

Now my ex-husband is fighting to take back what he once abandoned—my children and me.
Only this time, I am no longer the desperate wife living on spare change.
I am rich, free, and unbreakable.

A lowly Omega orphan stole my body using the dark magic of a Night Witch.
In my past life, I tried like a madwoman to prove that I was the pack's true pureblood heiress.
But my parents didn't believe me, and neither did my fated mate.
They locked me in the dungeon with chains soaked in wolfsbane. Later, Elara even bribed the guards and sold me like livestock to a rogue pack in the wastelands.
My throat was torn out alive, and I took my last breath in endless torment.
Only after death did I learn that the Moonshadow Curse was absolutely bound by the lunar phases.
Its duration was a mere thirteen days.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the first day after our bodies were swapped.

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

A billionaire offered me $1.5 million a year to marry him and raise his three kids.

He flew overseas the afternoon we signed.

His youngest told the butler to throw me out. His daughter flipped me off. His oldest smiled and asked what he should call me.

I held up the marriage certificate. "Call me Mom."

Two weeks later, his daughter crouched on her bedroom windowsill and swore she'd jump unless I let her go.

I walked over and planted my foot on her shoulder.

In my family, there's a rule: any woman who reaches thirty without getting married must return to the family estate and have her marriage arranged by the Council of Elders.
When I told Dominic Moretti about this, he was sitting on my desk flipping through financial reports.
After hearing me out, he let out a derisive laugh.
"Is the Bennett family some medieval royal house? A bunch of old men get to decide who marries whom?"
"I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm simply telling you—we've been together for seven years."
"If we don't get married, I'll have to go back to the estate."
"Ava Bennett, I said I'd marry you, and I will." Dominic finally looked up, his eyes fixed on me. "But you'd better understand—me wanting to marry you and you forcing me into marriage are two very different things."
Forcing him?

At my ex-wife's century wedding engagement banquet, she pointed at my nose and humiliated me publicly: "A waste of space who lays bricks, get out!"
Her wealthy new lover pressed my face hard into broken glass and forcibly dragged away my desperately crying five-year-old daughter.
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, drew the "Ghost Mark," and dialed the Pentagon hotline that had been dormant for five years.
Three seconds later, twelve Black Hawk helicopters shattered the dome, and a special task force descended from the sky. A two-star general, amid the terrified gazes of the assembled elite, saluted me with a thunderous: "Ghost Commander, troops have arrived as ordered!"
My ex-wife, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, instantly collapsed to the ground.

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

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.

My reward for my father dying for the Alpha? A guaranteed forced bond with one of his two sons.

I chose the golden child, Ronan—and paid for it with my life.

Reborn on the day of the ceremony, I didn't hesitate. I pointed straight at Darius, the terrifying outcast brother everyone warned me about.

To hell with Ronan and his fairy tales.

But there's one sick twist I didn't see coming: Ronan remembers our first life, too.

And this time, he's the one who's going to beg.

"Only one life jacket left!" a crewman shouted as the cruise ship sank.
My husband, Captain Harrison, looked torn between me—his pregnant wife—and Emma, his first love.
Last time, he gave me the jacket, intending to die with Emma. But he survived, and she drowned. To avenge her, he smothered our newborn. "You stole her life," he snarled. I killed him for my baby, bleeding out beside him.
Waking to the deafening sirens, I realize I’ve been reborn. This time, who will get that final life jacket?

Two years ago, my best friend Maddie knelt in front of me, crying as she borrowed $50,000.
The very next day, she vanished off the face of the earth. No explanation, no apology, not even a single text message.
I was left carrying her toxic debt. I lost my fiancé, and I lost my ability to trust anyone.
Until one late night, a call came in from an unknown number originating in an abandoned mining district in West Virginia.
On the other end of the line, Maddie said she was getting married. She had the money ready—every last cent.
The wedding venue was a ruined church deep in the mountains, abandoned for a decade. The time: Friday, midnight.

My ex-boyfriend wrote a hit song about me. He told the whole world I dumped him for being poor, painting me as the heartless ex who took nothing but his dog when I left.
I let him believe it. It was easier for him to hate me than to watch me decay.
A year later, he was on national television, his arm wrapped around a beautiful new starlet. When the host brought up our sudden breakup, Evan laughed coldly.
"I'd pay to see her face right now," he told the audience. "As long as she's living a pathetic life, I can finally move on."
The host didn't laugh. Instead, he stared at Evan with a heavy gaze.
"She hasn't been living a pathetic life, Evan. Actually, she sent us these recordings... before she died."

I was once the beloved daughter of the powerful Alpha and Luna of The Blue Moon Pack. I thought I had everything—a loving family, a protective brother, and a perfect fated mate—Egbert Dolton, the strongest Beta of The Blue Moon Pack and the man I had loved for eighteen years.
But when I turned eighteen, my world shattered.
I discovered that I had been switched at birth and that Audrey was the true heir of the pack.
In an instant, I became the most awkward existence within The Blue Moon Pack.
Though my parents promised I would always be their daughter, when Audrey offended The Rogue King, they didn’t hesitate to make me take the blame and threw me into the infamous rogue den.
I endured torture from silver chains and wolfsbane, my body covered in scars, becoming the lowest slave in the rogue den.
It wasn’t until the fifth year that my brother-Alpha Damon and my former fiancé- Egbert, came to the rogue den to take me back to The Blue Moon Pack.

I was reborn on the very night George White—Don of the White family—was drugged and lost his mind to pure, animal lust.
This time, I didn't offer myself as the cure.
Instead, I gave him the woman he truly wanted. My sister.

In my past life, I fell in love with the Don of the White family. George.
When I learned he'd been drugged—stripped of every shred of reason—I made the choice I could never take back.
I didn't push him away. A month later, I was pregnant.
The family council forced him to marry me. For the heir. For the name. For everything except love.
On the morning of our wedding, my sister Leah couldn't bear it. She fled the estate alone.
That night, a rival family's killers found her.
Before she died, she called George ninety-nine times.
But George was at my wedding. The wedding I had begged for. So he never answered. Not once.

The first time they met, Jace looked her in the eye and said, "I don't sleep with virgins. Too much trouble. No satisfaction."
The second time, desire betrayed his rules. "Walk away, Nerissa. Or I'll stop pretending I can resist you."
The 99th time, everything changed. "I don't want to be your lover anymore. I want to be your husband."

To save her father's life, Nerissa offered the only thing she had left — her first night. The buyer? Dr. Jace Whitmore. Cold, powerful, and dangerously untouchable.

For Nerissa, it was supposed to end when the debt was paid.
For Jace, it was just lust. He thought once he tired of Nerissa's body, letting her go would be easy.
But neither of them expected to fall — hard.

As desire deepens into something dangerously close to love, their fragile bond is tested by ruthless enemies, haunting secrets, and the brutal reality of their worlds: hers, humble and struggling; his, ruthless and elite.

Can a relationship born of desperation and desire survive the storm — and turn into something real?

She was born cursed and silenced. He was born cursed and destined to lose everything.

Vanessa, the mute runt of a cursed litter, has only ever known cruelty and abuse. Her voice stolen by a witch’s spell, her freedom crushed by a brutal father, she’s been promised to a monster she doesn’t want. But fate intervenes when she’s left for dead—bleeding, broken, and bound—only to be rescued by Alpha Alfred of the Shadow Pack.
Alfred, fighting against a generational curse that has doomed his brothers to remain wolves forever, never expected his fated mate to be a fragile girl on the brink of death. But the moment he breathes in her scent, everything changes.
Together, they must confront the past, survive betrayal, and uncover the true key to breaking the curses that bind them. Will their bond be strong enough to save them both?

“You’re mine. Even if you scream, even if you run.”

Elara thought being banished would destroy her. Instead, it led her straight to Kael Draven, the Lycan king whose touch burns, whose hands take what he wants, whose darkness threatens to consume her.

But she’s more than ordinary; she’s his mate, his curse, his obsession. Bound by blood, trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, and hunted by enemies, Elara must survive Kael’s world without losing herself.

And Kael Draven will stop at nothing to make her his… body, soul, and destiny.

DAVIS GREY POV:-

The very first time I saw her at my business partner's office. It was her first day and She was sipping her coffee. Yummmm, I wanted to fuck her sweet little mouth. The second time I saw her i wanted my tongue to roamed all over her body. The third time I saw her with another man, I wished to fuck her pussy mercilessly that she will never imagine about another man. I desired myself to buried deeply in her clit. I always wanted to crush her whole body with my Bulge shaft. But The last time When i meet her, I saw some different kinds of emotions in her deep charcoal eyes. Fuck man, I always admired her but why the hell I am always thinking about her. Now, When I have seen her after two years of long time. Why my mind and heart is again occupied by her thoughts. She is nothing in front of the models who sleeps with me. Why? Why? Why? I don't have any answer and the question is why the fuck she never notice me? She never gave any attention to me And she is ignoring me like a disease.

Sorry, SUNSHINE! But you can't ignore me forever because it's time to show this Indian Beauty that what kind of monster I am. You're Mine, baby. My Possession.

And now I know about my feelings for you.

Story of New York billionaire MONSTER VS Indian Beauty.

A Story of Monster's Madness, possessiveness and obsession....

"I want to break you into tiny pieces at the same time I also want to mend you...." DAVISH GREY

His love was Dark and Dominant but she was his SUNSHINE..

He was passionate and Obsessive about her but She was afraid of him and his monstrous possessiveness..

....

A ruthless vampire king, a hidden hybrid, and a centuries-old secret ignite a forbidden love amidst a brewing war.

Chained and rejected by my pack, I thought I was just an ordinary werewolf. But the Vampire King's rescue reveals my true nature and a shocking past. Now, as shifters and vampires clash, I must choose between my heritage and my destiny.

Will I surrender to the King's dark desires, or forge my own path? In this world of ancient power struggles, one thing is certain: my blood will decide the fate of all.

Not your regular billionaire romance

She had a son with the most dangerous man in the city.
And he can never find out.

Four years ago, Aurielle Duval spent one reckless night with a stranger—
a night that left her with a little boy who has his impossible blue eyes.

She never learned his name.
He disappeared before sunrise.
And she rebuilt her life alone… until the day she walks into an interview at the world’s most powerful company.

Its CEO is Kieran D’Angelo.
Cold. Untouchable. Ruthless.

The man she prayed she would never see again.

He doesn’t recognize her
but he watches her, tests her, and claims her as his personal assistant.

What Kieran doesn’t know is that Aurielle carries more than his past.

She is the erased daughter of the D’Angelo empire—
a child they tried to destroy before she ever opened her eyes.

And the son she hides?
He’s the living proof of a truth that could tear the family apart.

When Kieran’s dark, charming cousin Dante returns—
obsessed with Aurielle and hungry for power—
a dangerous game begins.

Love, obsession, and blood collide.
And in a family built on lies,
the woman they tried to erase may be the one who brings the empire to its knees.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.


Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.

He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.

After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.

She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.

But the past never forgets.

Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.

Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.

Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.

No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.

Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.

How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way?

A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?

HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.


If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

In the dim VIP massage room, I dragged my crippled right leg. Once a prima ballerina, I was now reduced to massaging clients just to survive.

Until I realized the man lying on the table was my so-called "penniless" boyfriend.

Right now, he was laughing and bragging to a friend. He had paid a top surgeon $300,000 to intentionally sever my Achilles tendon. As long as I remained a cripple, the national ballet championship would safely belong to his mistress.

For two whole years, he faked bankruptcy and crushing debt.

I gave up on my medical treatments and my ballet dreams, working two grueling jobs day and night just to support him.

But all of my suffering... was just to clear the obstacles for his lover.

My hands froze mid-air.

He had no idea that the disabled masseuse standing behind him in a mask was me.

That very night, I packed my only bag and boarded a red-eye flight out of the country.

Two years later. The International Ballet Finals.

The blinding spotlight hit the stage. I stepped out in my Black Swan tutu, letting the horrific surgical scars on my right leg be exposed to an audience of thousands.

As the heavy bass dropped, I leaped with absolute power, executed a flawless rapid pirouette, and landed perfectly.

In the VIP front row, my ex-boyfriend—who had long dropped his fake poverty to inherit his family’s billionaire empire—stumbled, knocking over his chair in absolute shock.

The moment the competition ended, he tore through the security line like a madman.

He fell to his knees at the edge of the stage. With bloodshot eyes, he reached out with a trembling hand, trying to touch my ankle.

"I'm so sorry... please, come home with me..."

On the day of our mate bond, Alpha Samuel decided we were going to be a childfree couple himself.
He held my hand and said affectionately, “No kids. I only want you.”
However, he came home with a pup in his arms later.
He claimed a friend had died, leaving the child alone, and asked us to take him in “just for a while.”
I didn’t make a scene. I didn’t demand answers. I didn’t even ask twice.
I kept cooking and cleaning, swallowed the unease and told myself to trust him.
Until that night, when I asked him where my dog had gone.
He didn’t answer. He set a bowl of dog meat soup in front of me instead.
He said my spirit dog could hurt the pup. But the spirit dog could sense bloodline, its growl wasn’t for that pup. It was for the lie he’d been hiding for three years.
At that moment, I finally understood: the pup he called “alone in the world” carried the exact same blood as him.
So our agreement was a lie and the so called childfree was an excuse.
And he’d already arranged what my ending was like when the day I agreed to bond with him.

After five years of playing the pampered pet to New York's most ruthless mafia boss, Lucian's empire crumbled. He went to a roof and put a gun to his head.

I didn't hesitate. I packed my bags to run.

Then glowing lines of text flashed right in front of my eyes:

【He doesn't die. In six months, the Ghost takes back the city and slaughters everyone who crossed him. The female lead saves him tonight, and the girl who ran away ends up dead in a ditch.】

I dropped my bag, sprinted across the wet gravel, and wrapped my arms around his knees, sobbing.

"Don't shoot! You promised to buy me a massive diamond ring, and I still haven't gotten it!"

The text feed went crazy.

【WTF?! The man is seconds from pulling the trigger, and she's whining about jewelry?!】

【Watch her. She's probably going to shove him off the ledge herself to cash in on the insurance!】

Instead of letting go, I dug my fingers firmly into his wet slacks.

Two days before Valentine's Day, I found the tag of a pendant in my husband's coat.
For one bright, stupid second, I thought it was mine.
Then he kept making excuses — the office, the drawer, a box that was never in it. No pendant ever reached me.
And I stopped being stupid.
He hadn't forgotten. He hadn't lost it. He had simply bought it for someone who wasn't me.
Most women would have cried. Instead, I held out my bare neck and thanked him for the surprise.
I let him stumble. I let him run back to the office and run back home, sweating through his own story, until he put the real thing into my hands.
He wanted two lives. I kept the receipt.

I don't realize how badly I've been wronged until they're strapping me to the gurney.

My name is Camille Brooks. I'm one of the best cardiothoracic surgeons in the city, and I have never lost a patient on my table.

My fiancé, Adrian Vance, is the golden boy of the entire hospital. We're supposed to get married next month.

It's a stormy night when he calls, telling me to get to the hospital right now. There's a patient bleeding out, and only I can save them.

I race through the rain, but I get stuck in traffic halfway there. By the time I push through the OR doors, the patient has no pulse.

The family points at me. They say I botched the procedure and killed him. And Adrian Vance, my own fiancé, takes the stand and shows up with "ironclad evidence" against me.

I have nothing to fight back with. I go to prison. My parents can't handle it. It destroys them both. They take their own lives.

It's only after I die that I learn who really held the scalpel that night: Daisy Whitman, the woman Adrian never got over.

I was just the fall guy.

Then I open my eyes.

I'm back. One hour before everything falls apart, riding through the rain toward the hospital.

This time, I'm going to survive.

And I'm going to watch both of you burn.

I’d worked at my husband’s company for three years, only to be fired by him right when a promotion was within my reach.
It was all because I’d been swamped with overtime work one day and neglected the cat he’d given me.
When I came home that night and found the cat food hadn’t been refilled like usual, my husband, who had always treated me with tenderness, flew into a rage for the first time.
“If you can’t even take proper care of a cat, then don’t come to work at all. Stay home and raise it full-time.”
I parted my lips to explain myself, tears clouding my eyes, but he wouldn’t listen to a single word I said. The very next day, he instructed the HR department to dismiss me from the company.

My husband, Caspian, faked his company’s bankruptcy. We had to sell our luxury cars and our mansion, squeezing into a leaky, moldy basement.
By day, I worked back-to-back shifts in the ER saving lives. By night, I slipped into revealing dresses to sling drinks at a bar, all to shoulder a massive debt that never even existed.
Until I bumped into him in a VIP room. The man who was supposedly drowning in stress was lounging on a sofa with his suit unbuttoned, swirling a glass of whiskey, a secretary in his arms. His mistress leaned in and smirked, telling me Caspian had found me boring for a long time.
She also bragged that while he claimed to be working until 3 AM, he was actually going back to our old house at 10 PM, sleeping in our master bedroom.
Caspian showed zero remorse. Instead, he demanded I roll over and accept the woman, tossing me a meager payoff and threatening to ruin my medical career.
I threw away my wedding ring. I swallowed my tears. I finally saw it all for what it was.
From today on, I am only doing one thing: taking back what belongs to me, piece by piece.

The ninety-ninth time I slept with Alexander, he dragged me back into his arms and said he was going to take me “home.”
I thought he finally wanted to acknowledge me. Turned out he just wanted me to go with him to meet his future Luna.
Later, when the car crash happened, the one he threw himself over to protect was someone else. At the hospital, he carefully held and fed the soup to someone else. On the night of the engagement party, he interlaced his fingers with hers under the lights and publicly announced their wedding.
I stood in the corner and watched him kiss another Omega.
That was the moment I finally understood—twenty years of devotion still couldn’t compare to a single soft “I’m scared” from her.
So, I turned around and walked away. Deleted his contact, blocked his number, disappeared from his world.
I thought he wouldn’t care.
I never expected that ten minutes before his wedding ceremony began, he was standing backstage, calling my number like a madman.

Six years of marriage—I once naively believed I was the chosen one of fate. Under the full moon, Alpha Jack of the Silverfang Pack knelt on one knee and placed the Luna’s crown upon my head, whispering, “Leyna, you are my only home.” In that moment, I believed in his tenderness.
But at eight months pregnant, my body heavy with the life I thought was ours, I overheard him speaking coldly to his friend Alpha Zane:
“That’s just Claire’s embryo, nurtured in Leyna’s womb. Letting her give birth herself? Too ugly to bear.”
So the birth control herbs over the past three years—he had fed them to me himself.
The so-called IVF? A lie to spare his beloved Alpha, Claire, from pain.
And me? Nothing more than a walking incubator—the child wasn’t even mine.
That night, I stood outside the door, listening as Jack and Claire laughed and flirted. She wore my red dress; he draped my coat over her shoulders. He said casually, “She won’t suspect anything. And even if she does, what can she possibly do?”

On our first wedding anniversary, I walked into my husband's office and found him having sex with my best friend.

He didn't even apologize. Instead, claiming he was disgusted that I hadn't produced an heir in a year of marriage, he threw divorce papers in my face.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my new husband—Cassian Vitiello, the Godfather of the North American underworld.

Vincent ran into me at the docks. He handed me a business card, offering me a job as a nanny for his mistress's son.

What he didn't know was that the woman he was mocking was now the Donna—the woman the entire East Coast underground feared.

From the day I met him at the age of ten, I worked hard to improve myself, all just to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. He promised to protect me for a lifetime. However, those twelve years turned out to be nothing but my own laughable obsession... He was no longer my brother.
After being sent to prison by him for three years, I returned with a vengeance. I was no longer the woman who loved him to the point of self-abasement!
I tore apart the homewreckers, trampled on the scum, and was about to ruthlessly punish the scumbag when... the man who had previously been cruel and indifferent to me suddenly became gentle and tender!

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "Each time you break a rule; I'll claim a part of your body as mine"
Forced to marry the heir of the largest mafia syndicate to pay for her parent's debt and her grandmother's hospital bills. "Live with my son for 30 days, if you don't fall in love with him, I'll cancel this contract."
Can Malissa live with the handsome, hot and dominating Hayden for 30 days without falling for his charms? However, there are rules to living with this lusty monster and as Malissa breaks them, she learns of pleasures that she never knew existed.
As his touches set her on fire, her heart starts to melt. But does the two have a future together when Hayden is in love with someone else and Malissa cannot get over her ex-boyfriend? READ NOW to find out!
My other works: Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Forbidden Heat, Substitute Wife for the Mafia King, The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid, Lust Contracts, and Conquering the Emperor

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