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At the Falcone estate's riding ring, I watched my eight-year-old son Leo mount Starlight, preparing for the most important performance of his young life.
Before the third obstacle, the horse spooked. The instant Leo was thrown, I rushed forward to shield him—the cost was three shattered ribs and a kicked left lung.
When I woke from unconsciousness, I found myself in Dante's private clinic downstairs. From the adjacent room came the doctor's angry voice: "We agreed this was just a marrow extraction. Why did you set up what happened with the horse?"
My husband Dante Falcone's response made my blood run cold: "Leo was Mia's donor. Now that the procedure is complete, there's no point in continuing treatment. Mia is the real heir."
Eight years of marriage. I'd always believed that beneath Dante's cold exterior, Leo was still a son he treasured.
Only now did I understand—from the moment of his birth, Leo had been nothing more than a living donor prepared for his stepsister Mia.
The cruelest irony? Mia, the girl Dante loved so deeply, wasn't even his biological daughter.

My name is Dafu, I am a dog, and I can smell death.

Sweet, cloying spores and a metallic, fishy stench seeped in through the cracks in the door.
The owner's friend was crying and calling for help outside the door , but all I could hear from my nostrils was the gurgling of mucus and the rustling of fungal hyphae climbing—
The person outside had no heartbeat.

The owner ultimately decided to open the door and rescue the person .
no!

I bit his hand tightly , my eyes pleading desperately—
Master, trust me !
That thing outside the door! It's not a person at all!

The first time I met my best friend's older brother, he kissed me in a dark kitchen and scared me half to death.
Mia Cross and I had been inseparable since freshman orientation. I knew her coffee order, her worst ex's middle name, and exactly how long she could study before she started sending me videos of baby goats. I also knew she had an older brother, Adrian, but for almost three years he had existed only as a family legend.
He managed a major division of the Cross family's investment firm, spent most of his time overseas, and was apparently terrifying enough that Mia lowered her voice whenever she complained about him.
"He's coming home for good," she told me one Friday night as we sprawled across her bed. "Mom says he finally moved the last of his projects back."
"The tyrant returns."
"Exactly. Just a heads-up: don't poke the bear."

Six months after our bonding ceremony, I was ambushed by rogue wolves while searching for rare herbs in the Black Forest.
Their poisoned claws shredded my abdomen—and with it, any chance of ever carrying pups.
But my mate held my hand and wept. My mother swore she'd save me. My father said everything would be fine.
How pathetic—
Right before they wheeled me into surgery, I heard them through a cracked door, calmly discussing how to harvest my heart for the adopted sister who'd been waiting six months.
Turns out the "accident" was a gift from my loving family of four.
Turns out the last six months of "coming home" was just them fattening up my heart for harvest.
What they don't know? The voice memo on my phone caught everything.
What they really don't know? Six months from now, I'm coming back—
With a Dark Moon Alliance badge. And a heart much colder than the one they stole.
Shh. Listen.
That stolen heart? It's starting to reject.

In my previous life, I gave the SS-class Furnace Fortress to my sister, and she turned around and stabbed me in the back.
After being reborn, she wanted to take my forest . I smiled and said, "Fine, it's all yours."
This time, I chose the SS-class Forge Fortress.
And I want her to die crying in the yellow sand.

Two years ago, my intended mate walked out of our Moon Rite, the night he was supposed to mark me, with his adopted sister in his arms. He didn't look back once.

That same night, his uncle, the Alpha King, held out his hand and asked if I'd consider a different mate.

I said yes.

Now Marcus is back, sure I've spent two years waiting for him. He laughs at the bite on my neck and calls it a sticker. He blocks my way at my own gates and orders me to apologize to his sister.

He has no idea whose house he's standing outside.

And his fragile little sister has a silver blade tucked up her sleeve.

The first time the system appeared, I thought it was a scam.
One wish per day, it said. Anything I wanted.
So I tested it with a hundred dollars.
That night, my mother handed me one bill. Then she smiled and told me she had bought my stepsister Mia a jacket worth two hundred.
That was when fifteen years of “coincidences” turned into math.
Every wish I had ever made came true.
And every time, Mia got double.
Toys. Shoes. Rooms. Phones. Love.
For years, I thought I was the daughter who was harder to love.
Then I realized the universe had been listening to me all along.
And for the first time, I wondered what would happen if I wished for something cruel.

Labeled a timid failure unfit for the stage, Maya is publicly humiliated and mocked by debate club vice president Blair. To save her, her best friend Chloe lies that ordinary vitamin C is a calming pill. Empowered by false confidence, Maya overcomes her fears and dominates the school debate finals with sharp logic. When the truth comes out, everyone realizes her stunning victory stems not from drugs, but from her own hidden talent and courage.

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.

The day the promotion list went public, a photo popped up in the company's all-staff Slack channel.
In the photo, my profile nearly overlapped with a scantily dressed girl, the background a dimly lit Manhattan nightclub.
Immediately after, Brad added a caption:
[No wonder Harper landed Richard's M&A deal. Last night's 'overtime' must have been rough, huh?]
Less than ten seconds after he sent it, the message still hung there in the channel. No retraction.
The chat that had just been flooding with "congrats Harper" messages went dead silent.
In my past life, my head buzzed. I thought no one would take such a cheap joke seriously.
But within two days, the company's internal anonymous forum exploded with accusations, complete with photos and "proof."
They said I slept with clients to win the merger deal. That I secured my full-time offer by sleeping my way up. That my personal life was a mess, that I was trash.
My mother collapsed from a heart attack when she heard. She never woke up.
Later, my promotion was revoked. HR suspended me for "damaging company reputation."
I was slut-shamed, radioactive across the entire finance industry — no firm on the Street would touch me.
Within a month, I spiraled from depression to sleepless nights, and finally jumped from the rooftop of my Brooklyn apartment.
Before I lost consciousness, my phone was still buzzing.
"Did they fire her yet? People like that don't belong on Wall Street."
When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at the blinking Slack messages on my screen.

In order to raise the surgical fees for my "blind" boyfriend, I dedicated three entire years to scrubbing toilets.

I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.

Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.

"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."

It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.

Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.

"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."

My pack's golden girl—my adopted sister—vanished. On my eighteenth birthday—the day my wolf should have awakened—my parents dragged me to a witch.
"Show us what you did to her."
Fine. Let them look.
Let them see who drugged me the day I came home. Who stole credit while I bled. Who smiled while planning my destruction.
They chose their precious Rosalie over me for three years.
They wanted the truth?
They were about to choke on it.

To buy the sky-high-price cake for my blind piano prodigy girlfriend, I swallowed my pride and scrubbed toilets for three months.
But returning home early with the cake, I found her, who was supposed to be groping in the dark, entangled with her rich ex-boyfriend.
Her eyes were clear, and her face was full of sneering mockery: "Isn't letting this design genius serve me like a dog for three years the perfect punishment for him always outshining you?"
I stood in the chilly wind outside the door. So, the deep affection and despair of these three years were all just an act she put on to please her ex.
Calmly, I threw the cake box into the trash. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to the number I had blocked for three years:
"Cecilia, I accept your marriage proposal."

The boy I grew up with was this town's star quarterback.

Everyone saw him as the golden boy.

Yet, for a delinquent, he willingly threw away his athletic career and plunged headfirst into the local drug ring.

Desperate to pull him back from the edge, I tipped off the police about the drug den, hoping it would be his wake-up call.

Instead, he hated me to the bone for it.

To prove his loyalty to his "true love"—and to punish me—he gave our home security code to a crew of methed-up thugs.

They broke in and put a bullet through my parents' heads, wiping out my entire family.

It wasn't until I took a bullet to the chest and lay choking on my own blood, staring at a mocking text from him, that I finally woke up.

But fate, it turns out, decided to give me a second chance.

"Camille! Get over here!" my husband Arthur screamed, clutching his mistress tightly in his arms.
In my past life, he charged into the flames to save her—while I burned alive trying to save him.
The moment I died, he wasted no time using my life insurance money to throw her the wedding of the century, right at my family's winery.
This life?
"I'm going to get help," I said, and walked away.
Behind me, something massive came crashing down. His scream tore through the smoke.
I didn't look back.

The smell of antiseptic, the sharp sting of restraints biting into my flesh, and the pitying look on Silas's face as he stood by my hospital bed.
"Maeve, you're so sick. The baby is just a hallucination."
In my last life, consumed by despair and self-doubt, I threw myself off the roof of the psychiatric hospital.
But now, my eyes snapped open, my hands instinctively flying to protect my stomach.
My baby is still here!
I'm back—exactly one week before my child disappeared.

The winter I was eight, I found my own face in a trash can.
It was on a missing-child flyer. The girl on it had been gone five years. She had a birthmark on the back of her neck.
So did I.
There was a reward. A number with a long row of zeros. I didn't want it.
I was cold. I hadn't eaten since yesterday.
I just wanted a mom.
So that night, with a stranger's coins, I called the number at the bottom.
A woman answered on the first ring and screamed a name at me like it was mine.
She got to say it three times.
Then a hand came out of the dark behind me and hung up the phone for me.

On our wedding night, my husband wanted to play a game.
Trade secrets. The kind that could destroy you if they ever got out.
He went first.
"I hurt a girl once. At a ski lodge. She shouldn't have been in that room. But she was."
He said it like a parking ticket. Then he took a sip of whiskey and moved on.
My turn.
"I killed someone," I said. "Do you believe me?"
He laughed. He thought I was joking.
He really shouldn't have kissed me after that.

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!

I have been the Donna of the Smith family for nine years-all in name. I took my deceased twin sister Lily's place, caring for her daughter Emma, and living with a husband, David, who doesn't love me.

Over these nine years, I treated Emma like my own daughter, but she always saw me as the murderer who killed her mother, not knowing that it was her mother who took my marriage and my husband.

She shoved me publicly, calling me a murderer, even using the gun I gave her to shoot my only solace—a little bird.

But David, the man I loved, also favors Lily and her child. Every time he looks at me, it's with coldness and distance.

Five wolves. Five forbidden bloodlines that were never meant to exist. For forty years, a secret organization known as the Hollow Court has hunted them, determined to erase them before they can rise.

Mona learned how to disappear to survive. Neve has been controlled by a stepmother who fears her power. Rune has never been allowed beyond her own front door. Briar cannot touch anyone without calculating the danger. Mira understands the world better than most, yet has never truly lived in it.

They are strangers, scattered and hidden. For now.

The Hollow Court knows exactly who they are. It has been watching, waiting for the moment each of them awakens. Because these women are not just wolves. They are rare bloodlines with the power to change everything.

As their paths collide, secrets unravel and a new kind of pack is formed. Not one built on fear, but on choice, loyalty, and bonds that do not demand sacrifice of self. Together, they begin to uncover the truth about what they are and why they were hunted long before they were born.

This is a binge-worthy wolf shifter epic filled with powerful female leads, slow-burn connections, found family, and a rising rebellion that will reshape their world.

They were raised to believe they were dangerous.
Now they are done holding back.

‘PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE.’
“And where exactly would you go after the divorce?” Felix scorned.
“Have you forgotten you had nothing when grandma took you in?” He added, giving her a dismissive once-over.
There was no hint of surprise on his face regarding the divorce news, which all the more showed how much he disliked her.
Wren has spent three years of her life trying to be the perfect housewife to an unloving man. But when she’s pushed to the wall, she’s forced to retaliate.
However she has no idea what is waiting for her on the other side. Happiness at last or worse chaos?

Stacy was a brilliant and beautiful girl in her days in Hillary High School, Everyone want to be friend with her.

She is one of the hottest girl in the School. She was indeed the Queen in the Hillary High.

Her Parents were business Tycoons. So they were super dopey Rich.

They were not always home and not always available though they provided her with more than enough money.

She sometimes lack parental care and this has always sadden her, she never got the love and attention she needed. She was a genius, always taking the First position.

She had a lot of admirers, boys always trying to woo her but she declines them and hates to be pestered. But Luckily that's gonna change as a matter of time.

It was a new day in Hillary High School. This day was the day of Resumption. Stacy was now in Grade 11 {SS2}, she had done well asusal in collecting most Prices at the Price giving day Emerging as the Overall Best Student, but she is ignorant of a New Rivalry.

As Stacy been the goddess of Hillary High.

One day, came a god

His name is.

She was born without magic. He was the most powerful dragon alive. Their meeting was never supposed to happen.
A drop of Calista's blood awakens an ancient dragon imprisoned deep within the earth—a terrifying creature whose very existence should be nothing more than a forgotten legend.
When a mysterious force sends them centuries into the past, Calista finds herself in a world where dragons rule the skies, ancient magic still lives, and secrets buried for generations are finally beginning to surface.
To return home, they must uncover the truth, survive the ancient kingdom, and complete the task that brought them there.

The night before the SAT, I brought homemade pastries from our bakery to share with the whole class.

The next day, over thirty students collapsed at the testing center. The exam was voided.

I became the target of everyone's rage. My family fell apart. I ended up in a detention cell.

The internet tore me apart. My classmate Lainey Prescott went on camera sobbing, saying all she wanted was for me to own up to what I did.

While I was in detention, I found out my mom had a mental breakdown and jumped off the overpass outside of town.

That same night, I went into the river too. The water was freezing.

When I open my eyes, Lainey is right there. She's holding that same sheet of paper with everyone's signatures, smiling like nothing's wrong, eyes just as calculating as I remember.

I'm back.

And this time, I'm not making anything for anyone.

I lost my heart to Vincent the moment I stepped into the Johnson family.
A Don thirty years older than me.
I knew this love was forbidden. Twisted. Ridiculous.
But I still chose to risk everything for it.
I deliberately got close to his son, Leon—the spoiled, reckless golden boy he treasured most. I tempted him, led him on, and step by step, just as I had planned, I married my way into the Johnson family as Leon’s wife.
On my wedding night, I climbed into Vincent’s bed.
In this scheme disguised as love, Vincent fell just as hard as I did.
And inside me, his child quietly began to grow.
A scorching, warped affair took root in the Johnson estate and spread like wildfire.

In the wasteland era, the soil is dead. Whoever can grow food is king.
In my last life, my brother gave me the spore we had nearly died to get, and the two of us awakened plant-growing powers together.
But every grain he grew was full and perfect, and the leader placed him on a pedestal; everything I grew was poisonous, and I was mercilessly cast out as worthless.
It wasn't until I died that I learned the truth: his power was never plant-growing, but transfer.
As long as he had eaten the spore, he could transfer away all the crops I grew.
When I got a second chance, I returned to the very day my so-called brother tried to shove the spore into my mouth.
This time, I slammed into him, knocked the spore to the ground, and crushed it under my foot.

I am the wife of Don Nikolai. For years, I endured his violence and the constant humiliation from his mistress, Sofia.
On a stormy night, I saved a boy named Silvio — the sole survivor of a massacre ordered by Nikolai — and raised him as my adopted son. I never imagined he would become my shield. When Nikolai struck me, Silvio stepped forward and shouted, “You will not hit her!” When Sofia provoked me, he stood up for me every time.
While risking his life to hone his skills, Silvio secretly gathered evidence of Nikolai’s crimes. When the Don sensed betrayal, he sent Silvio on a mission meant to kill him — then turned his brutality on me.
As I lay dying, Silvio returned, bloodied and broken, and threw a punch at Nikolai.
“I came back,” he roared, “to kill you!”
After coming of age, he confessed:
“I was never truly your son. I want to marry you.”

My name is Alex Smith, just an ordinary employee at a company. Yesterday, two idiotic female colleagues framed me, and my boss didn't even give me a chance to explain before firing me. I prided myself on my skills, working tirelessly and loyally for the company, only to be accused of leaking company secrets.
Maybe I've just been unlucky lately. Yesterday, I got fired, and today, I survived a plane crash and ended up on a deserted island with no cell signal. To my utter disbelief, not only did I run into my attractive colleague on the island, but I also encountered the boss who framed me.

He thought the worst thing he had ever done was losing me.

He was wrong.

Six years ago, Pete Leadsilver had everything an Alpha could want. Power, a respected pack and a future already written for him.

Then he met me.

What began as a game became a mistake I would spend years trying to survive. When I told him I was carrying his child, Pete chose not to believe me. He rejected me, humiliated me, and allowed the people around him to make sure I understood that there was no place for me in his world.

So I disappeared.

I took the secret of my pregnancy with me and built a life far away from the Alpha who had broken me.

Six years later, Pete finds me again. Only this time, he isn't the man with all the power. His pack is dying, his people are running out of time, and I may be the only person capable of saving them.

But I'm no longer the woman Pete remembers. And beside me is a little boy who carries far too much of Pete's face to be a coincidence.

Our reunion should have been about a cure, but instead, it becomes the beginning of a war neither of us saw coming.

Because Pete's greatest danger isn't outside his pack.

It's inside his own family.

Old resentment turns into manipulation. Loyalty becomes betrayal. And the people Pete trusts begin hiding secrets that threaten to destroy everything he's built.

Then someone comes for the people I love.

Suddenly, this is no longer about whether Pete can earn my forgiveness.

It's about whether he can keep me alive.

Whether he can protect the son he never knew existed.

Whether he can uncover the truth before the people closest to him destroy everything he has finally learned to value.

Along the way, we'll lose people we thought would always stand beside us, I'll be forced to confront wounds I've spent six years trying to bury, and the family we're slowly building will be tested in ways neither of us could have imagined.

Because sometimes love isn't the hardest thing to find. Sometimes it's the hardest thing to survive.

Pete once believed power meant never needing anyone and I once believed surviving him meant leaving him behind.

We were both wrong.

Because some bonds refuse to die, some betrayals cut deeper than rejection and some people don't come back into your life to give you a second chance.

They come back to show you exactly what you almost lost.

Pete Leadsilver lost me once.

This time, he'll have to fight to keep the family he never knew he needed.

Eliana whom was maltreated by her stepmother, after her father died, planned to elope with her highschool sweetheart. Instead, when he found out she was pregnant, he left their small town without her. Years later she met a man and try to give love another chance. Without knowing the real identity of the man. She also heard about a famous footballer was in town and he is her baby daddy sworn enemy. She tries to find this sworn enemy of her baby daddy so that she could use his help to get her revenge on what he did to her.

The stranger kissed her so fiercely she almost couldn't breathe, and he caressed her back, causing her to tilt her head back in unexpected bliss.
"Who are you?" Rakiza moaned between his kisses. Everyone had their first experience, but this man gave her the best.
"I am your guardian," he groaned as he stroked his lips on her neck. And his kisses had the ability to draw out all the demons within her.
Rakiza had never been touched by the opposite sex before, but this man was so swift to entice her that she moaned to seek more from him. His other hand was playing with her hair, and the other was masterfully fondling her bosom, as if capturing all of her attention and feeding her sexual need. 
It was an odd kiss, but it was pleasurable, and it was her first euphoria with a man, Theodulf, a werewolf.

They thought they were alone, but Nikolas the vampire was watching them in agony, waiting for the sun to sink behind the earth, allowing him to use all his strength to steal the girl he had marked as his own.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted as his cock pulsed again and again, pumping what felt like an endless amount of cum deep inside me. 
"You're milking me dry, mate, taking every fucking drop."
The knot kept us locked together, and I could feel him still hard and throbbing inside me as he continued to pulse and fill me. My stomach felt distended from how full I was of his cock, his knot, and his cum. 
"Can you feel it?" he whispered against my lips. "Can you feel how much I'm giving you? How much am I filling you?"
"Yes," I whimpered. "It's so much. I'm so full."


Christmas was meant to be magical, yet for Rosie Martinez, it became the night her world ended.
A cruel bet. A viral video. A betrayal that left her reputation in ruins. Desperate to breathe again, Rosie runs to a quiet mountain town where no one knows her name.
She didn't expect him.
Jude Winters, hockey captain, future Alpha of the Winters Pack, and the stranger who saved her in the snow. The moment he touched her, he knew.
Mate. His. Forever.
Rosie has no idea what she is to him. No clue about the supernatural world hidden beneath this frozen town. She only feels the way her body awakens around him… and the way he watches her like she's the only woman he's ever wanted.
But when her past crashes into their peaceful relationship, threatening the one person he cares about, Jude's control snaps.
And Rosie learns the truth: Wolves are real. Mates are fated. And she's his.
And Jude Winters will burn the world before he lets anyone take her away.


Mid Slow Burn with Yearning MMC
Knotting
Claiming
Mate Frenzy and Rutting
Check the trigger warnings. The FMC is a plus-size woman who insecure about her body, but as the story progresses, she'll learn to love herself.

Strange, this drowning man, his lips are not cold, but hot. Joseph Alcock is not conscious, but he feels hot and full of unexplained sexual desires, which he can not control. When the soft lips are again on his lips, he suddenly reaches out and grabs me in front of him and kisses me fiercely. I fights hard, but I am weak under his force, so I let him go further and further. Do not know how long after, the man's movement finally ends.
He kisses the tears out of my eyes and says softly, "I'm sorry. I'll marry you..." He buries his head deep in my neck, as if trying to remember my taste.


She is a sharpshooter with accuracy down to 0.01 mm. She is a general's daughter, but she got replaced by a bitch, stealing her identity. He is a loyal lover CEO, but because of he gets the wrong girl as his savior, so he married and divorced her so quickly. He never thought that one day, the muzzle of her gun would be pointed at his heart. "This one will send you to be buried with my child!" She pulls the trigger...

"She was a ballerina until the stage broke her.
Now she’s spinning in the arms of her brother’s playboy best friend."
After a devastating ankle injury destroys her ballet dreams, 17-year-old Rory Sinclair is forced to try figure skating for recovery at a rundown Brooklyn rink.
The last person she wants to see there is Julian Reyes — her older brother’s dangerously charming best friend, the city’s hottest figure skater, and a notorious playboy who leaves broken hearts everywhere he glides.
When the rink faces closure, Rory and Julian are forced to become partners for a high-stakes mixed pairs competition. Now she must spend every freezing morning wrapped in his strong arms — lifted, spun, and held closer than any ballerina should allow.
As their routine fuses her graceful ballet with his powerful skating, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. But with her protective brother warning her to stay away, Julian’s jealous past flings watching their every move, and both their futures on the line…
Falling for the playboy might be the most dangerous performance of her life.

Five years ago, Lucy broke up with Alexander because of his ‌poverty‌.
After their reunion, Alexander offered ‌millions for just one night with her‌, ‌stomping the check under his foot‌ and demanding she ‌crawl over‌ to pick it up.
As the truths of the past were uncovered piece by piece, Alexander realized ‌how gravely mistaken he had been‌.
Four years later, she returned, ‌a phoenix rising from the ashes‌, reborn... but she had ‌forgotten him‌.
Yet, loving him remained an act ‌ingrained in her very blood‌.
Alexander thought he loved Lucy ‌deeply enough‌, but she ‌always loved him just a little more‌.
"Then I entrust ‌the rest of my life to your care‌."

At the red carpet event, Maddie, my partner of three years, in an attempt to curry favor with a popular male star, publicly humiliated me, trampling on my foot and yelling, "Ethan, you're just a backstage errand boy

. Don't interfere with Ryan's shots. Go back to carrying materials." The whole room burst into laughter; everyone thought I was a lowly sycophant forced to swallow my humiliation.

But I didn't get angry. I calmly took out my tablet, cut off all her studio's basic permissions with a single click, and immediately sent the irrefutable evidence of her breach of contract to the brand's legal department.

Three minutes later, she was completely stripped of her control and faced a multi-million dollar claim for breach of contract.

At first, she thought I was just acting out of spite, that a little charity would win me back. It wasn't until the day her assets were forcibly liquidated and she was completely blacklisted from the industry that she desperately realized: for the past three years, she had only been able to sit at the table because of my charity.

Later, shamelessly, she crawled through garbage cans, barefoot, to the airport, knelt before my bulletproof Maybach, and begged me to come back.

As for me, I simply walked onto the private jet surrounded by executives from top European conglomerates.

"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"One that involves you not screaming."

★★★★★
I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.
Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.
And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.

Zane Mercer.

The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.

One impossible offer.
One desperate bet.
One night that changed everything.

Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.
When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.
But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.

What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.
What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.
And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.
They say some men are too dangerous to love.
They're right.
But I was never good at following warnings.


This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.
This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.

"I'll own you, Selena. I'll do whatever I want with you. Your body will be mine."

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Selena Duvain has spent her entire life surviving.

Abandoned by her parents, she sacrificed everything to raise her younger brother. For seven years, Noah was her happiness, her hope, and the man she believed she'd spend forever with.

Until she caught him cheating.

On the very day she was fired from her job. Again.

Heartbroken, Selena drowned her sorrows in alcohol, never expecting that one drunken night would lead her to be saved by the most dangerous man in the city.

Theodore Mateo.

A web of danger and insanity.

And he wanted her.

The next morning, a mysterious woman arrived with an offer that could change Selena's life forever.

Six months.

One mission.

Spy on Theodore Mateo.

It was a chance to escape merely surviving.

She could die.

But she could also live.

It was just for six months, anyway.

But Selena doesn't know that from the moment Theodore laid eyes on her, he knew she would be a danger to him.

Yet, he wanted her.

“Promise me you’re not dangerous," I whispered.
He smiled. “I make no promises I can’t keep.”

Eliot is everything I shouldn’t want—smooth voice, slow hands, secrets buried behind those blue eyes. I’m just a receptionist with a loud mouth and a habit of falling too fast. But someone is killing again. Every 13th, killing only lawyers and leaving letters carved behind the ear.

They say love is blind. Mine might be fatal.

Because Eliot’s hiding something and I’m the girl who finds it and I realize that Cupid wasn't shooting arrows, it was something else.

But the question is, will he kiss me one last time—
Or leave me with a letter carved behind my ears?

Kori, a single mother reeling from her husband’s betrayal, inherits an old Victorian house deep in the woods from a mysterious uncle she never knew. Struggling with limited resources, she moves to the property with her eight-year-old daughter, Megan, hoping for a fresh start. However, the house comes with more than she expected: eerie wolf sightings, unexplained disturbances, and the unsettling presence of Carter, a young boy Megan befriends, who reveals himself to be the rightful heir of the bear shifter clan.

Jared, the local wolf pack Alpha, initially wants to drive Kori and her daughter away to protect his territory, but his plans change when he realizes Kori is his fated mate. As Jared falls for her, he commits to protecting her from the dangerous bear clan and an unknown human intruder haunting her property. The mysterious figure's midnight visit leaves Kori shaken, and Jared swears to keep her and Megan safe. Alongside his pack, Jared uncovers a dark conflict involving Carter’s cruel uncle, who may also be tied to Kori’s long-lost uncle's disappearance. Amid secrets, danger, and supernatural intrigue, Jared and Kori must navigate this unknown threat while contending with their growing bond.

Day one: My fiancé betrayed me with my best friend and threw me off a cliff to die.
Day two: I woke up, alive, the morning before our wedding, with a second chance to fight back.
This time, I’m done being the perfect bride. I shredded my wedding dress and stormed to the doorstep of my fiancé’s rival, a ruthless mafia kingpin with a dangerous grin. “Help me destroy him,” I demanded, “and I’ll give you his empire.” He leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Deal,” he said, “but I want your loyalty—body and soul.” As I dive into Crestfall’s criminal underworld, dodging bullets and double-crosses, I’m torn between my charming ally and his loyal enforcer, whose quiet strength steals my breath. But secrets from my past could unravel everything. Will I rewrite my fate and find love, or fall again in a deadly betrayal?

She was born to run. He was born to rule. Their bond was never supposed to exist.
Luna Vale has one goal: win the Moon Games.
Five years ago, the Games took her brother, Victor, in front of fifty thousand silent spectators. They called it an accident. Luna has never believed it.
Now she's fast enough to win and stubborn enough to try. She'll burn the whole world down for the truth.
Then she meets Cassian Veyre.
Vampire prince. Undefeated champion. A man raised to believe werewolves are nothing but trouble. One breath of her scent, and the ice in his eyes turns to fire.
Mate.
It's impossible. Wolves and vampires have hated each other for centuries. One wrong touch could start a war.
But when a silver bolt carved with her dead brother's number nearly kills her, Luna learns the truth is worse than she imagined. Her mother was a vampire. Her blood is something the world has never seen. And the people who want it are already close.
Victor's grave is empty. A guard is dead. A king looks at Luna like he's seeing a ghost. And the one person she can't stop thinking about is the boy she's forbidden to love.
Two kingdoms on the brink of war. A killer hiding in plain sight. A love that could save everything or destroy it.
Some races are run for gold.
This one is run for a heart, a truth, and a future.

Three years of a cold, indifferent marriage had nearly crushed Vanessa’s faith in love. Just when she thought her life had gone completely dark, an unexpected piece of news sparked a glimmer of hope—she was pregnant.

But fate had a cruel joke in store: she caught her husband in a passionate embrace with a trainee from his company, followed by the icy slap of divorce papers and the humiliation of being thrown out of her home. She had lost everything—her husband, her parents, even the life she had believed was secure.

Alone, and determined to protect the child in her womb, she fled her hometown—only to discover that she was the long-lost heiress to a business empire. Four years later, she returns, armed with wealth, power, and ruthless resolve. Everyone who ever hurt her will pay for their deeds.

This time, she will not be weak！

The table of hell has been set… Ex-husband, are you ready?

“What do you do, when nobody calls?”
“When nobody calls? You think I sit by the phone?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, fair. I actually started baking recently."
"Oh, you are baker. Did you bake anything today?
"Yeah, some blueberry muffins, I shared them at my work place."
"Is strange, I have blueberry muffins today too. From someone at job."
"That is strange."
Mikhail Volkov, Russian Machine and NHL's most feared player has a secret—a late night phone sex line where a stranger named 'Alec' makes him beg.
Dmytro Shevchenko hates everything about Volkov. Forced to play alongside his fiercest rival after a shocking trade, Dmytro is determined to beat him at everything.
There’s just one problem. Dima is 'Alec'.
On the ice, they are at war. In the dark, they are falling in love. But when the masks finally come off, will their romance story survive the ultimate betrayal? Or will the truth shatter them both?

Seven years ago, I crawled on my knees to save Alex Benedetti's ass, and got marked as the bitch who betrayed him.

Seven years later, he came back as New York's deadliest mob boss. Lucy Ferraro, some spoiled mafia princess, was warming his bed while I was on my hands and knees scrubbing his floors.

He let his fiancée treat me like garbage. When I started coughing up blood, the son of a bitch laughed and said I had it coming.

He didn't know the brain cancer was eating me alive.

The day I died, Alex was putting a ring on another woman's finger. He never found out that the girl who took bullets for him—the one he destroyed—was already rotting six feet under while he was saying "I do."

I spent eight months making hit content for Halo Digital. My mentor Sienna Blake spent eight months putting her name on it.
I thought she was looking out for me. The big sister every new girl dreams of. Shielding me from tough meetings, "polishing" my scripts before they went to the CEO.
Then one morning, her beauty blender started talking.
It said her skin was a disaster. That she couldn't come up with a single idea on her own. That she'd been stealing my work and posting it under her name for months.
Her lipstick said worse—about the married investor buying her jewelry with company money, and the deal they'd made to bury my career for good.
Her setting spray said she couldn't even hide her own dark circles anymore.
They told me everything. And once I knew, there was no going back.
In this industry, your face is your career. Sienna was about to lose both.

Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk. "Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple. Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue whilst saying her last prayer inwardly. She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible. But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her. ------------------------------------- Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand. She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes. At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for. Alessandro, an Alpha werewolf assuming the identity of a mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needs a saviour before he drowns. After a traumatic childhood event that left him scarred, Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess. However, she was taken. The powerful urge to save her from her...

I killed my fated mate to survive.

Beta Shax Wulfric was the pack’s most ruthless hunter, sent to drag me back in chains. So I ended him. Or I thought I did.

Months later, he finds me again. Alive. Amnesiac. And utterly convinced I’m his wife… and the child in my arms is ours.

Now the monster who once rejected and humiliated me looks at me like I’m his entire world. He touches me like I’m something precious.

If he remembers, he’ll kill me.
If he doesn’t, I might fall for him all over again.