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My boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend.
She arranged for people to kidnap me while I was pregnant, and I lost the baby.
"I just wanted to teach you a lesson. How was I supposed to know you couldn't handle it? The kid was gone just like that."
Her venomous words echoed in my ears.
In that moment, rage, pain, and resentment consumed me.
At their engagement party, I finished my last glass of champagne.
Then I turned and climbed into my best friend's adoptive father's bed—the most dangerous man in the dark empire, Don Jareth.
"Don't say I didn't warn you. I'm someone you can't afford to mess with."
Jareth dipped his head and caught my earlobe between his teeth. His fingers slipped between my thighs, finding me already soaked, and started working me with slow, expert strokes.
“What if…” I gasped, barely getting the words out, “I insist on tempting you?”
That did it.
He snapped, yanking my thong out of the way, shoving my skirt up around my hips, and burying himself deep inside me with one hard, possessive stroke.

Sierra Douglas’s very perfect, dare I say, flawless life, comes to a screeching halt on the eve of her second semester resumption, when she's dragged to a club party by her best friend, to finally loosen up. Firstly, she's drugged, then saved by a man from getting raped.

Said dashing green-eyed, tattooed, well muscled man, turned out to be her professor when she escaped his suite that morning and arrived in the lecture theatre. Her world began spiraling.

At first, she thought he had his way with her, but after clarification, she finds her body on attraction mode, noticing how gorgeously hot he was. Plus, the whole ladies on campus couldn't stop gushing over him.

What's another shocker? He also turns out to be her father's friend who would be chaperoning her during her father's travel for two weeks.

Now, Sierra can't ignore the sparks sizzling between her legs when he's near. Not when Enzo Dane had decided to be a little tease, never failing to take a little nibble of her body at any given time, while pretending he wasn't interested.

How will this two weeks pan out? All professional? Or will it be the beginning of a relationship so forbidden all around?

Twenty-year-old Star Thomas dreams of becoming New York's finest model. When she sends her photo to John Langdon Modeling Agency, she is finally chosen for an interview for the next top model. Star travels to New York with her boyfriend, Sam Lawson to meet with John Langdon. The richest man in the modeling industry with a love for beautiful women, John offers her a modeling job, which Star accepts.

Although Sam does not agree, Star makes her choice to move to New York from her small town in Nebraska. As she becomes New York's finest model, Star forgets about the life she lived in Nebraska and instead leads a life she only dreamed about.

Years later, her ex-boyfriend Sam sees her on the cover of a magazine and wants her back. However, he finds out that she is not the person she was in Nebraska and everyone's life has changed.

Royally: Submitting to my CEO is created by Christina Funera, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Serena is looking for one night with a Daddy Dom and she finds the perfect man in a sex club. The Daddy believes he's found perfection too and races to find her after she runs away. What will Serena do when she finds out Daddy wants to share her with his friends? Will she balk or will she dive right in?

I opened my drawer and I saw different caricatures of me
"Teacher's Pet!"
"Slut"
"Fat ugly nerd"
It was my nightmare, Wade and his Cheerleader Ex on my neck again accusing me of sleeping with the Teacher to get into the school's Golden list.
Now, I'm right here at my new job and I realize that I am his nanny.
He may bully me at School but I have the home.

A story full of lust and forbidden desires.

Amanda Hank is a twenty-two-year-old girl and a virgin looking for a job as a secretary in one of the most prestigious companies in the city. She wasn't interested in men or losing her virginity while working, or so she thought.

Until she meets her boss and he is in charge of changing everything that Amanda likes her world.

John Smith is a sexy, rich and successful forty two year old tycoon. That he falls surrendered to his darkest desires when he meets Amanda. He refused her wishes knowing that she was his friend's daughter, but it was impossible for him not to fall for Amanda. Amanda was perfect for him, especially when he could be her teacher to help all her darkest desires.

A deal arises between the two of them. They both trusted him that sex would not harm them, however, little by little they realize that they really want each other.

Both know that it is a forbidden love, but neither can deny their darkest desires.

In their quest to confront their feelings. They get caught up in trouble with John's Ex.

What will happen to these lovers of sin? Will they be able to love each other and fuck without problems?

But everything with love, desire and sex can be solved. And they did not escape being the exception.

"See what you do to me?" I said, taking her hand and guiding it to wrap around my length. "This is what wanting you looks like, Elle. This is what you make me feel."

Elle bit her lip, her hand tightening experimentally around me, and I had to close my eyes and focus on my breathing.

"Can I—" she started, then stopped, uncertain.

"You can do whatever you want," I told her, opening my eyes to find her watching my face with fascination. "Touch me. Explore. Learn what I like."

After being betrayed by her boyfriend, Elle agreed to Adrian, the brother of her ex, to enter into a one-year contractual marriage. She initially thought that this was just a temporary solution proposed by Adrian to deal with the family pressure. But gradually, she found herself completely lost in Adrian's tenderness and unable to extricate herself......

When Elena Thunder finds the most perfect man to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve, she thinks its fate. But little does she know that Knight Blaze isn’t as simple as he seems and that the only reason he spends the night with her is because he has something entirely different on his mind.
Come morning, Knight leaves Elena feeling hurt and betrayed and with something she’d have never anticipated from a one-night stand with a stranger, a baby conceived on New Year’s Eve. But Elena isn’t weak and she doesn’t let heartbreak bring her down. She decides to raise her child without a father. But fate has other plans for her as she accidentally bumps into Blaze once more during a fashion show and this time, he’s determined to make her stay.
But Elena's heart already belongs to another, someone who she loved and lost. But now he's back in her life and determined to correct his mistakes. Who will she chose, her happiness or the baby's father?

Betty would do anything for her family even if it was at the cost of her own happiness but then what happens, when she is to sleep with her sister's husband, to bear a son in her stead?

Her sister's husband had always been her crush and when she thought he finally reciprocated the forbidden feelings, he pulled the plug and crushed her heart.

Now she was back for revenge.

For ten years, Alstorin has lived a carefully crafted lie. To the world, he’s a cold, untouchable Alpha professor at Hillbrain University. In reality? He’s a hidden Omega pumping his body full of suppressants to stay safe from the dangerous family hunting him down.
But one missed dose, a bathtub full of melting ice, and an S-tier Alpha stranger ruin everything.
Orion Argyros, billionaire heir, hockey star, and campus playboy, has two goals right now:
Find the mystery Omega whose scent is burned into his soul.
Figure out why he can’t stop bringing homemade soup and biscuits to his strict, blond professor.
Alstor tries everything to push Orion away. But between Orion broadcasting a sketch of Alstor’s blue eyes on national television, a secret pregnancy, and a forced marriage, Alstor is about to learn that escaping his fated mate is completely impossible.
Especially when the “ruthless” husband waiting at the altar turns out to be the exact same Alpha who broke all his rules.

Dylan Hunter never hooks up with the same girl twice. He’s cold, ruthless, and the star hockey quarterback everyone fears.

Zara Summers has secretly crushed on Dylan since her freshman year. But when their paths cross, Dylan targets her and there’s no escaping him.

He bullies her at school, turning her old feelings into anger. Or so she thinks.

To save her sick sister, Zara ends up babysitting Dylan. Spending time alone with him changes everything. The tension builds. Sparks fly.

The guy who bullies her in public is the same one who awakens her deepest desires behind closed doors.

He’s her bully by day…

her addiction by night.

And neither of them can fight the pull anymore..

After a contract marriage with genius billionaire Adam Freeman, Zina longs for the days when he would still chase her. But those days were long gone as he was now married to his lab. In a shocking twist of fate, Adam Freeman dies in an accident just when things seemed to be turning around, and a few months later Zina fights the loud attraction growing in her heart for the newest billionaire in the city, Gabriel.

Is it his slick tongue, his masculine, calm, curious eyes, or strict discipline?
Or is it the glimpse of the one that got away?

When my boyfriend leaves me standing alone at the altar, Quincy Carrington steps forward with a surprising proposal: marriage. He's not just any man—he's the father of my ex-boyfriend.

It's supposed to be a pretend marriage, just to save face and settle some scores. But Quincy offers to help my family with things we desperately need—like paying for my sister’s college and my dad’s medical bills. His conditions are tough though: I have to live with him, act like I love him, and convince his family it's real.

As we live together, our fake marriage starts feeling real. I start imagining a future with him. But just when things seem perfect, I discover a shocking secret that could destroy everything we’ve built together.

Can our growing love survive the truth about Quincy’s past?

Sometimes love finds us in the most unexpected places—through the most unexpected person.

At 40, Daniel’s life is a careful balance between raising his three children and running the family business. After losing his wife, he built a cold, impenetrable shell around himself—one he has no intention of breaking.

Deanna, on the other hand, is full of dreams. With just one year left before earning her degree in Arts, she’s focused on one thing: making it to the opera stage. But when her best friend Harry begs for her help, her life takes an unforeseen turn.

An outdated family rule threatens to keep Harry from marrying his pregnant girlfriend. The only solution? His older brother, Daniel, must marry first. To help him, Deanna and Daniel agree to a fake relationship—a temporary arrangement that should have been simple.

But the pull between them is undeniable. She brings warmth into his cold world, while he offers her a love she never expected after a painful breakup. Together, they begin to build something real—something worth fighting for.

Yet, not everyone wants to see them happy. Between outside forces determined to tear them apart and their own fears whispering doubts, their love faces an uphill battle. And with a 15-year age gap standing between them, one question remains:

Can they defy the odds, or will reason win over the heart?

Ava Clarke had her parents killed in a terrible car accident, and today, after many years and at the age of 20, she has decided to move to the small town of Mystic Heaven, the same place where she was born and lived with her family before they died.
The young girl got a job babysitting an eight-year-old girl, the daughter of a very wealthy man. Ava thought this would be an ordinary job, but she realizes that there is something very strange and wrong with the Fell family.
Lucius, Elara, and Damien are peculiar people, and she realizes that they are very different. She lives in the big mansion with this family and discovers that she feels a strong sexual attraction to Lucius Fell.
Ava didn't imagine that she was falling in love with a centuries-old vampire, she was falling in love with a completely immortal man.
She's a human girl living in a house with the strongest and most dangerous creatures in the world. What could happen?
Lucius is a 300-year-old vampire who lives in a mysterious old mansion in the town of Mystic Heaven with his only daughter Elara and younger brother Damien.
The vampire has an enchanting beauty, and his life changes when a beautiful young human girl moves in with him.
What will Ava do when she discovers that she is living with vampires? What will she do with her love for Lucius Fell?

Ex-Army Ranger Ethan Hayes carries a secret he’s determined to keep buried—a tragic past he can’t outrun. After losing his wife and children to the shadowy organization he was hunting, he’s left with nothing but nightmares. All he wants now is a distraction, something to occupy his restless mind and keep the memories at bay. What he doesn’t expect is the fiery, socially awkward bombshell he’s been hired to protect.

Carrie Johnson is desperate to escape her father’s overbearing grip in Chicago. Determined to prove she can live life on her own terms, she flees to the small, quiet town of Harbor Springs. But freedom is short-lived when her father’s influence follows her in the form of Ethan Hayes—the most infuriatingly attractive man she’s ever met. At first, Ethan sees her as nothing more than a spoiled brat, but after a magical, unexpected kiss, he’s struggling to resist her charms.

When Carrie’s car is vandalized, her modeling career is sabotaged by a vengeful ex-boyfriend, and her father leaves for Tokyo, she’s forced to rely on the very man she swore she didn’t need. Meanwhile, Ethan begins to realize Carrie might just be what he’s been missing all along—a reason to hope, to heal, and maybe even to love again.

As their connection deepens, ghosts from both their pasts resurface, threatening the fragile bond they’ve built. But Ethan and Carrie refuse to let their fears win. Together, they’ll fight for the future they’ve only dared to dream of—no matter what it costs.

Love, danger, and second chances collide in this sizzling romance about healing, trust, and the power of a love worth fighting for.

Sophie Hart lives a bustling life in her Los Angeles loft, balancing her career as a successful designer with the demands of raising her six-year-old son, Ethan. One night, exhausted from work, she drifts into a restless sleep at her desk. In her dream, Dominic, her step-brother, enters her studio, and her heart skips a beat. The fantasy is forbidden, a temptation she knows she should resist, yet the thrill of it makes her cheeks flush and her pulse race. Her private reverie is interrupted when Ethan wanders into the room, hungry, and notices a business magazine on her desk with Dominic on the cover. His innocent question, “Who is this?” catches her off guard, especially when he points out that Dominic’s grey eyes match his own. Sophie offers a vague answer, hiding her emotions, and quickly takes Ethan to dinner. Her life is independent and fulfilling, but this small intrusion from the past ignites memories she has long tried to suppress. Later that evening, Sophie receives a letter from a lawyer. Her stepfather, Richard, has passed away after a serious illness. A funeral is scheduled in New York in three days, and her presence is required. Her heart tightens at the thought. Richard, despite the complexity of their family, had always treated her kindly, offering support and praise for her artwork, never mistreating her. Out of respect and gratitude, Sophie knows she cannot refuse. As she watches Ethan sleep, she is filled with conflicting emotions, uncertain about what awaits her in New York after seven years away.

Arina De Luca's world is shattered the night she walked in on her husband being shot... and the man holding the gun is Luciano Martínez, the sinfully beautiful billionaire CEO who owes the city.

Then comes the real blow to the stomach: her late husband had already signed a contract promising her in marriage... to his own killer.

Forced to a marriage she hates with every fiber of her being, Arina becomes the rebellion wife of Luciano Martínez.

Arina hates hates him with such violence... but she also wants him with a fury that consumes her: she wants him to open her legs and fuck her until she screams his name instead of cursing him.

Arina hates herself for allowing any feeling to flourish towards the man who stole her husband's life. Will that hatred cost her everything?

Read on to find out.

She had really been reborn.
Before turning eighteen, she was one of the most prominent merchant heiresses in New York, showered with love and affection by her parents.

Later, her father trusted the wrong people and incurred huge debts, leading to his imprisonment. After her mother learned that her father had committed suicide in prison, she hastily sent Aileen abroad, only to follow her father into the afterlife.

Her amber eyes struggled as she realized that if God was giving her another chance, she wouldn't live as timidly and meekly as in her previous life.


She gazed quietly at the black and white photo on the tombstone.
The man in the photo had thin lips and a pair of gloomy eyes under thick eyebrows, devoid of warmth. Geoffrey was born from humble origins, his parents had long passed away, and he was a silent and unsociable doctor during his lifetime.
Aileen felt guilty as she realized that this man, who was legally closest to her, she never truly understood him, nor did she ever invest any thoughts in him. But he silently gave her the whole world.

Reborned, she would try to understand him and change their future, and this loveless contract marriage. Then she learned that their encounter was earlier than she predicted.

Warning: include criminal content

Married to Zane Blackwood, one of the richest billionaires in Europe, Amy has everything she could wish for, a devoted husband, a luxurious life, and an unbreakable love. But underneath the surface of their perfect marriage lies something far more dangerous.
Zane is not just powerful, he is ruthless, possessive, and strongly determined to keep Amy by his side. Yet when pieces of a past she can’t remember begin to surface, she starts having doubts. The passion between them is strong and evident, but so is the unsettling feeling that something isn’t right.
As secrets are revealed and the lines between love and control dissipate , Amy is faced with a difficult choice. Can she tame the ruthless billionaire CEO, or will she lose herself in the process.

As the Mafia Princess of her familia, Eleanor is more than ready to secure her family’s future through her marriage with another Mafia don's son. But right before her engagement party, Eleanor catches her fiancé cheating and claiming she “lacks feminine charm.”
Heartbroken and furious, Eleanor ends up seeking comfort in the arms of the bodyguard who punches her fiance to the ground that night.
The next day, Eleanor is determined to break off the engagement and reclaim her life, but her powerful mafia father has other plans.
To keep Eleanor in line, her father assigns a bodyguard to shadow her every move.
A bodyguard who turns out to be the man she spent the reckless, unforgettable night with.
Now Eleanor is trapped between a fiancé she refuses to marry, a father she cannot escape, and her dangerous, mysterious and attractive bodyguard...

For his mother's life, he willingly became a live-in son-in-law for three years, enduring countless humiliations from his wife and male lover. Only when they themselves unplugged the life support pod did he retrieve the dusty cell phone from the pool of blood. The "Zero" access to the Silicon Valley dark web had been unlocked; this time, he would make the entire Crawford empire pay with its life.

I used to think the most embarrassing moment of my life was when my neighbor called the cops on me for testing "special" game sound effects.
That was before the door opened to reveal a devastatingly handsome police officer who accused me of hiding someone in my apartment—and casually informed me he was my husband of three months. A husband I'd never actually met.
The worst part? He had proof.
Now this impossibly attractive stranger isn't just forcing his way into my life—he's become the unwitting inspiration for my new game's male lead.

As the zombie with half its face rotten lunged at my throat, an utterly absurd thought popped into my head. Instinctively, I raised the supermarket barcode scanner in my hand and aimed it at its face.

"Beep—Target: Level 1 Mutant Infected Person. Estimated Recovery Value: Equivalent to half a bottle of mineral water."

Who would have thought that in this cannibalistic apocalypse, these bloodthirsty monsters who feel no pain and only know how to kill could actually be forcibly converted into cash by the system?!

From that day on, I completely trampled the laws of this broken world under my feet.

While others were killing each other in the ruins for half a piece of moldy bread, I was comfortably sitting in my "Red Lion" supermarket, doing big business with a zombie whose head I had smashed in half.

Two bags of flour, I traded for a box of antibiotics; three boxes of sausages, and it led a zombie squad to the police station to empty my armory. As long as I can afford it, these tireless monsters are my most loyal laborers.

A vicious thug drove a bulldozer and smashed through my wall, threatening to chop up the men and take the women away. I didn't even draw my gun; I just yelled at the door, "Kill these scumbags, and all twenty kilograms of bacon are yours!" The next second, an army of zombies burst through the window and tore the thugs to pieces in an instant.

The arrogant leader of the survivor base, driving five hundred refugees to act as human shields, attempted to use moral blackmail to force me to hand over supplies? I sneered and sounded the air raid siren, awakening the horde of zombies throughout the city. I sat in front of the monitor, sipping hot tea, watching her, who was once so invincible, be completely swallowed by the monsters, as if watching a play.

Trying to take over my territory? First, ask my paid zombie bodyguards outside if they'll allow it!

Through a crazy "equivalent exchange" strategy, I transformed a run-down supermarket into an impregnable steel fortress that even regular troops couldn't break into.

Until that day, the military defenses completely collapsed. Seven four-meter-tall, city-destroying "tyrants" led a super horde of 150,000 zombies to the city's gates! With only sixty seconds left on the countdown to the tactical nuclear missile, the arrogant military commander, his eyes red with tears, begged me to intervene and save the city.

I was trapped underground by seven tyrants, chewing on the last piece of chocolate my zombie underling had left me before he died, and pressed the system's "Ultimate Equivalence".

The system asked me if I was willing to trade my life for absolute control over 150,000 mutants in the entire city.

I smiled and said, "Deal."

When the white light of the nuclear explosion dissipated, and the entire city was reduced to ruins, everyone assumed I was gone without a trace. But I, leaning against the intact rooftop of the fortress, looked down at the tyrant who humbly submitted to me, my eyes gleaming with a dark golden light.

In this lawless hell, my rules are the only ironclad law!

My husband pushed me down the stairs when I was three months pregnant.

I thought it was his bipolar disorder acting up again. The doctors said he couldn't control himself. So I forgave him—just like I'd forgiven the cigarette burns, the broken ribs, and all those nights he choked me unconscious.

Then I lost our baby.

And overheard him on the phone: "The bitch deserved it. If she hadn't stopped me three years ago, Elena would be mine."

That's when I realized—he was never sick. He'd been torturing me on purpose for three years.

Punishing me because I "made him lose" the woman he loved.

So I signed the divorce papers and walked away without looking back.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

For as long as I could remember, I had lived under the protection of Casper, Julian, and Rowan.
I took their affection for granted, never expecting that their deep devotion would suddenly curdle into something unrecognizable.
When Elara, a new intern, crashed into our lives, they defended and favored her at every turn. They handed over my hard work on a silver platter, painting me as nothing more than a spoiled, unreasonable princess.
On a night of torrential rain, stranded on the highway and enduring excruciating pain, I begged them for help time and time again. All I received were scoldings and dismissals.
It turned out that their so-called "doing what's best for me" was just a cold war, a calculated cruelty designed to force my head down.
I stopped crying and begging. I signed my resignation letter, returned everything they had ever given me, and agreed to an arranged marriage far away in Italy.
This absurd farce, started by them, would be ended by my own hands.

I’d spent four years slaving away in the hospital basement sorting medical waste.
I thought I’d finally scraped together enough money to pay for my brother Leo’s brain damage treatment.
But he just took the card and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“I got better ages ago. That lousy little paycheck of yours? I blew it on a necklace for Victoria.”
My husband David pushed open the study door. “That story about me going bankrupt and losing my board seat? Total lie. Victoria and I have been together for a year.”
“We planned that whole thing together—sending you down to the basement to pick through trash.”
My parents held out an organ donor agreement in front of me. “That waste disposal job? Victoria got it for you. Her kidney match results came back. You’re the only match. Sign this, and you can still be our daughter.”
Victoria walked in, holding a little boy’s hand. It was Eli—my son, the one I’d thought died in that car crash four years ago.
He stared at me with this cold, disgusted look, like I was a stranger. “Mom, is this ugly lady gonna give you her kidney?”
I pulled the physical exam report I’d gotten a week ago out of my pocket.
Late-stage osteosarcoma. They said I only had ten days left to live.
Counting today,I had three days left.

My boss and I had one night. A mistake—or so I told myself, right up until I found a file in his office with my photo labeled "Potential Breeder," tucked inside a folder marked Pack Hierarchy. Same night the pregnancy test came back positive.
His eyes were glowing gold when he walked in.
I ran before sunrise. New name, new city, a life built from nothing.
Five years later, my son stops aggressive dogs in midair with his bare hands. He wakes up at 3 AM telling me someone is coming before the car even turns onto our street. His eyes flash gold when he's angry, and his voice makes grown men step back without knowing why.
The most powerful werewolf in the western territories has been looking for us for five years.
He just found our street.

This was my 43rd time proposing to Isaac, and once again, he turned me down.
Then I spotted the black lace peeking out from his bag.
"My lab partner's on her period. I bought them for her."
The genius said it without a hint of guilt—even had the nerve to say I was being unreasonable.
We argued, and I stormed out, only to end up in a brutal car accident."
Bleeding on the asphalt, I used my last bit of strength to call him.
His response was ice-cold:
"A crash just thirty minutes after you left? Jane, your act is getting pathetic."
The moment he hung up, something broke—and not just my leg.
Seven years of delusion shattered with it.
When I woke up, I accepted my childhood friend's proposal.

Dumped by her groom publicly, Luna married his uncle—Theodore, a business tycoon.
Hatred? Revenge? Or his long-planning?

Wedding night, he handed over a contract. “Nice doing business with you, my wife.”
When her down-and-out ex begged for a second chance? Luna smirked, swirling wine. “I'm Luna Carter, your new aunt—and the new owner of the Davis's enterprise.”

When billionaire heiress Ruth Keen falls for a gorgeous, supposedly broke college student, she hides her identity and plays the role of an ordinary girl to win his heart. Marriage comes fast, life is sweet, and everything seems perfect — until she discovers her impoverished husband is actually Matthew Lynes, a powerful tycoon who’s been outplaying her from the start.

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

At the magic academy’s party, I overheard my werewolf boyfriend in the lounge saying he was going to destroy me.

"Alexander, her magic core is merely experiencing a temporary disruption. According to the academy infirmary's suturing protocol, her magical output will fully recover in three days. Why did you lie and tell her the core is necrotic and must be dug out?" the school doctor asked.

My werewolf boyfriend's deep voice was as cold as silver salt scraping across glass—

"If she doesn't drop out of the Magic Scroll Championship finals, how can Vivienne win?"
"I cannot let her destroy Vivienne's dream!"

I froze in the shadows of the corridor, my fingertips going numb.
It turned out that the love I believed in, the protection and the future he kept promising me, were nothing but him treating me as an obstacle to his childhood sweetheart's success.

If that’s the case—

I don't need this man anyway!

My mafia husband has a childhood sweetheart. Whenever she or her son needed anything, he would eagerly rush to their aid.
This time, when our son Noah suffered from acute retinopathy and desperately needed his signature for surgery, he claimed she was in mortal danger and couldn't leave.
Because he wasn't there to sign the paperwork, Noah ultimately went blind.
Yet later, on his sweetheart's Instagram, I saw that he was just dining with her and her son...

Leon Sterling — the cold, calculating heir to a powerful corporate empire — doesn’t believe in love, nor does he care for marriage. In a world where everything can be measured, traded, or bought, he chooses a different path: fatherhood through science, with no strings attached.

Anna Monroe — a gentle, ordinary woman — unexpectedly becomes the surrogate chosen for Leon’s child. But beneath the layers of a sterile contract, what begins as a purely transactional relationship slowly unravels into something far more fragile… and dangerously real.

An old accident.
A handkerchief once dropped.
A forgotten memory that refuses to stay buried.

As fate tightens its grip, they find themselves caught in a game of heart and consequence — where emotions grow in the most unexpected places, and nothing goes according to plan.

When the contract ends and the lines blur, will Leon still choose solitude… or will he fight to keep Anna — not as a surrogate, but as the one woman he can’t let go?

I have guarded the Abyss on the Ashen Plains for a thousand years.

My daily routine: chewing rock-hard rye bread, single-handedly crushing the skulls of trespassing demons, wiping their slime off on a ragged surcoat, and leaning against a bronze pillar to catch the wind.

Today, a dying girl stumbled into the wasteland. Her fingers were locked in a death grip around the bloodstained iron crest I had left behind a millennium ago. Up on the ridge, three hundred heavy cavalrymen of the Alliance drew their lances, forming a wall of steel as they closed in.

I stared at the blood on the ground. I didn't make a sound.

I just brushed the biscuit crumbs off my lap and stretched my stiff neck. Turning around, my fingers hooked onto the hilt of a rust-eaten battleaxe resting beneath the bronze pillar. I dragged it along with casual ease.

"Troublesome."

I muttered that single word, and walked alone toward the formation of steel.

My wife and in-laws have been acting strange lately.

They've always hated the Texas farm, but now they suddenly care about me and the ranch.

My wife, who used to complain about me spending money on the "doomsday bunker" farmhouse project, is now actually encouraging me to complete it.

They even say I've been working too hard and bought me a plane ticket to Mexico.

Just as I'm about to take the ticket, a barrage comment appears before my eyes—

【Don't go! Your wife has been reborn from the apocalypse—she wants you to die out there!】

Intro: I'm an S-Class superhuman, but I was locked in a basement for five full years, subjected to inhuman abuse and torment. All they wanted was to drain my blood and energy dry. I once believed that if I could just endure it all, I would see my family again. Until my wife Valen's voice came through the intercom and revealed that it was all a lie. I will turn my fury into strength and tear it all apart with my own hands.

My ex and I used to live inside a romance movie.

She was the heroine’s best friend. I was the hero’s loyal sidekick. When the leads got their happy ending, we—the two “extras”—ended up together like an afterthought.

Then the credits rolled, and real life didn’t. The heroine died in a car crash, the hero fell apart, and my girlfriend chose that moment to leave me.

She said she was done being a supporting role. She wanted the spotlight—she wanted the heroine’s place.

I didn’t beg. I left the city alone and started over from nothing.

Five years later, I returned with my own company group—and ran into her again at a charity gala.

She still looked flawless, moving through the room of power and money, keeping up the image of success. She assumed I was still the same guy trailing behind someone else, and she spoke to me with that familiar, pitying superiority—offering to “help” me back into the circle.

Until the lights dimmed, and the host read my name with respectful clarity, inviting me to the stage.

That was when she realized the gala’s biggest sponsor was me—and the “sidekick” she thought she’d left behind was now someone she could never reach again.

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

I suddenly awakened the ability to read minds. But I heard my fiancé, Joey Jones, mocking me in his mind: He had already arranged for an assassin to “send me off” at our wedding in the church. What was even more disgusting was that he promised I would become the Donna of the Jones family, but in his heart, he was fixated on his stepmother, Rory—his father’s widow, who was only a few years older than him.
With only three days left until the wedding, I no longer cried or begged for love. Instead, I contacted my first love, Nate, who was a police officer: “How about being the male lead at my wedding?”

Luna Chen wanted a quiet life. Instead, she got a 1940s architect in a tailored suit who appeared in her bedroom at 3 a.m. and calmly announced:

“You’re my wife now.”

Rhen Blackwood has been trapped in her grandmother’s apartment for eighty years, bound by a supernatural contract.

The final condition? Fall in love for real… or the Spirit Broker drags his soul into eternal nothingness.

Luna doesn’t believe in ghosts. She definitely doesn’t believe in love. But Ren is infuriatingly perceptive, dryly funny, and the only person who sees straight through her walls.

As the deadline closes in, the lines between annoyance and aching want begin to blur. Lights flicker. Secrets surface.

And every time Ren’s form starts to fade, Luna realizes she might lose the one man who finally makes her feel alive.

She was supposed to fix his unfinished business.
She never expected him to become hers.

A slow-burn paranormal romance full of dark humor, haunted hearts, and one very stubborn ghost who refuses to stay dead.

Eight years ago, I was the heir to a powerful dynasty—the man set to inherit an empire.

On the way home from a business deal, our convoy was ambushed and I was taken. My fiancée arrived with the ransom, and the kidnappers gave her a choice: save one man. She saved my closest friend—and left me bleeding in the ruins.

They thought I was dead. They went on camera, announced my “tragic death,” took my company, split my legacy, and lived on my name for eight long years.

But I didn’t die. A gray-zone mercenary unit pulled me out of a pile of bodies. I changed my name and climbed from the bottom of their world—training, bleeding, killing, leading—until I became one of their commanders.

Today, my fiancée is marrying my best friend. The invitation arrived with my name on it. I board a first-class flight under a new identity and head straight for their wedding.

Halfway through the ceremony, the priest asks if anyone objects.

I stand up. “I object.”

I didn’t come back to give my blessing. I came back to collect.

In my previous life, I ran a barbecue restaurant to support my family for ten years, but my parents secretly sold the restaurant to a gang because of my younger brother's vanity in wanting him to study abroad.
An hour later, the apocalypse began, and my little shop became a god-level safe house—
Those with superpowers who enter the store have their abilities automatically copied to the store owner; the store is absolutely safe; the store owner decides who enters and who leaves.
My family ruined my amazing little shop, and they scolded me, saying, "Who told you to be unable to keep the shop?"
I was heartbroken and torn to pieces in the mouth of a zombie.
In this life, I was reborn back to an hour before the shop was taken away.
I must protect my shop!
As for those so-called family members—let them fend for themselves in the apocalypse!

The day I died in a foreign country, my boyfriend was in the spotlight with another woman.

He's the man I built from nothing. Five years ago, I saved a broke orphan fresh out of college from the gutter. He said he wanted to be famous, wanted to make it to the top of the hockey world. In exchange, he became my boyfriend for five years.

I gave him the best coaching staff money could buy. Bought an entire hockey franchise and made him the centerpiece. Called in every favor I had to make him MVP.

But while he enjoyed everything I gave him, he refused to make our relationship public. Said it would "hurt his brand." He could make headlines with reporters and models, but nobody could know I existed.

He even said on national TV: "Those owners who just throw money around are pretty boring. Hockey is about skill, not money."

So why did he lose his mind when he found out I was dead?

Forty-eight hours before my wedding, I was kidnapped and gang-raped, surviving by only a thread in the depths of despair.   When my mafia boss fiancé and my police detective best friend stood guard by my hospital bed with bloodshot eyes, I heard him suddenly switch to Navajo and ask her, "The death row inmates from the dark web—were they dealt with cleanly?"   My best friend chuckled, replying in the same language. "Don't worry. The guys who put their hands on Maya have been wiped out. Dead men tell no tales."   "Sacrificing Maya alone gave you the perfect excuse to wipe out the rival family and swallow the southern smuggling network, while earning me a high-level promotion. It was a damn good deal."   Amidst tearing, agonizing pain, it felt as if I had been plunged into an ice cliff.   They thought I could never understand this obscure tribal language, so they brazenly feasted on the spoils of victory built upon my very flesh and blood. But what they didn't know was that, to surprise my fiancé during our wedding vows... I had been secretly studying Navajo for an entire year.

To save enough for a summer trip with my boyfriend, Tripp, and his friends, I worked late every night after school as a food runner at the upscale French restaurant in town.

Tripp told me his family didn't have much money. He wore old thrift-store T-shirts and always ordered the cheapest lunch in the cafeteria.

I felt bad for him. During the year we were together, I quietly paid for most of our dates.

Until one night, when I carried a bottle of wine to a private dining room and heard voices coming from inside.

"Tripp, how long are you going to keep pretending you're broke?" It was Chase, Tripp's best friend.

Then I heard Bitsy's sugary-sweet voice. She and Tripp had grown up together. "Thanks for the limited-edition bag, Tripp. Eighty grand, and it's absolutely gorgeous. I love it!"

I froze. An eighty-thousand-dollar bag? He wouldn't even spend twelve dollars on a burger.

Then Tripp spoke in a lazy drawl. "Girls like Nora are low-maintenance. She's easy to fool. Buy her an iced latte, and she'll act like it means the world to her. She barely costs me anything."

He had never really cared about me.

My mate, Rhys, brought his dead brother's pregnant widow into our house.
He swore up and down I'd never have to lift a finger for her.
The next morning he stood by the door with a packed bag and a grin.
"Babe. Big news. The pack called me up. Border post out east, two years. I ship out tonight."
He looked at me like he was waiting for me to promise I'd take good care of his brother's widow.
So I pulled my own bag out of the closet, right there in front of him and the woman in the back room.
"Funny. The alliance called me up too. Medic rotation. Two years."
"We can leave together. Lock up on the way out. Colette can rest easy with the whole house to herself."