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My daughter helped my husband cheat.

My ten-year-old begged me to take her to a summer camp in Italy. My husband looked at her like she hung the moon. Booked the tickets right there.

I thought I was the luckiest mom alive.

Then I checked the pet camera from overseas.

There he was, fucking my daughter's riding instructor on our couch.

But what really killed me? What he said, "Don't worry. Nina wants that horse bad enough, she'll keep her mom in Europe as long as we need."

Back home, my husband dropped a receipt. Two identical limited edition watches.

He froze. My sweet daughter didn't miss a beat, "Dad used the other one to bribe someone so I could get my horse!"

They lied in perfect sync. That's when something in me broke.

They thought I was still that stupid, trusting wife.

What they didn't know?

I'd already signed a contract. Going back to my art career in New York.

"I never force women to my bed," he said sternly with a smirk on his lips. His eyes moved all over my half-naked body. It shivered under his dark gaze. His golden orbs drink my nakedness without any shame in them. My heart started to beat fast as soon as he said the next words with such arrogance. 
"They climb on it on their own and one day you will too." I burned in anger. I hated the arrogance in his voice. 
I hate him. 


Hera never in her wildest dream thought she had to leave her little brother behind in a village that hated her most to be the bride of the last Dragon. She was beyond scared to take the step but villagers left her no choice. 
Achilles had sworn to never take a bride of his own. Mortals perish and he will be left with only memories. He doesn't want to go through the same pain. But the gods looking down on him have different plans. Their fate was sealed even before they took birth. 
He thought she was a curse but she was his biggest blessing.

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

Thirty-two times.
That was how many times Tristan had "tested" me during our three years together.
When I met Tristan Bennett, we were both hiding our true identities. He never mentioned he was the Bennett family heir, and I never brought up the surname Torrente. We were just ordinary college sweethearts in Ashborne City. He said he loved me, and I believed him.
The seventeenth time: driving across town late at night to deliver documents for him, I was run off the road and crashed into a guardrail, earning nine stitches in my forehead. His first words at the hospital were, "Can't you even drive properly? You delayed my business."
The twenty-sixth time: he owed money at an underground casino. He sent me to negotiate. A gun was drawn, and a bullet grazed my arm, soaking my sleeve in blood. The scar is still there. He never asked if I was in pain; he only cared if his debt was cleared.
The thirtieth time: he asked for my entire life savings for an "emergency." He turned around and used that money to buy someone else a new car.
I thought if I endured it all, we would eventually have a future.
Until he announced he was opening a casino and demanded ten million dollars. "The ultimate test," he called it. If I passed, he’d marry me.
I refused.
He immediately bought Aurelia Gallom a twenty-million-dollar mansion. Waving the property deed in my face, he said, "Vesna, I was just testing you. It's a shame you failed. We're done."
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. The moment I walked away, I had never felt so free. He didn't know I was a Torrente, or that my father, Dario, owned the criminal underworld of this city. And he certainly never imagined that I would later marry Silvio Marchesi—the most powerful Mafia Boss in Ashborne City—and become the Donna of the Marchesi syndicate.

In my past life, I replaced my runaway sister Beatrice and was forced to marry mob enforcer Rowan Sinclair.
She thought he was poor with no future, so she ran. My parents didn't even tell me before sending me in her place.
Rowan knew the truth. He carried it like shame, never truly seeing me—only cold stares and silent contempt. I spent years beside him like an unwanted ghost, carefully managing his world while he rose from despised smuggler to feared godfather.
Then his attitude began to change.
Just when I thought we might have a real future, Beatrice returned with tears and lies, claiming I'd stolen her place. Rowan believed her. My parents betrayed me. Everyone chose her.
When a rival family captured us both, guns to our heads, only one could survive.
Rowan pulled Beatrice into his arms and abandoned me without a glance.
They tortured me for three days. The baby in my womb died first. Its father never knew it existed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to that afternoon before it all began.

When they threw me overboard, they thought a man with a broken leg couldn't possibly come back alive. When the floodwaters engulfed the world, turning land into a graveyard, I found a forgotten submarine in the deep sea. From underwater, I built my empire step by step . Not by pity, not by luck. By the time the survivors of this sea finally realized what lay beneath the surface, I no longer needed to hide. They called me the Deep Sea Ghost. I didn't care what they called me. I knew only one thing—from this day forward, this sea was mine to rule.

He was reborn back to the day his wife Lydia was sacrificed to the demon.

The entire demon race was laughing at me, her useless husband who was about to be thrown into the cursed land, while she, dressed in a pure white robe, rose step by step on my bones and blood, becoming the most beloved saintess of the demons.

She thought I would rot in the ashes, but little did she know that I had swallowed a World Tree seed that had been dormant for ten thousand years in my death.

An enslaved old miner, a blind but gentle apothecary, a desperate mermaid leader... I led eighteen "defective products" chewed up by the abyss, riding the wildly growing tide of life, and forcefully smashed through the demon's royal city!

When the immortal demon king was drained dry by the World Tree and knelt on the ground begging for mercy like a wild dog, my noble wife smiled and raised the sharp obsidian.

"What are demons? This throne belongs only to me."

This is a story of extreme betrayal and violent redemption. When life permeates the demon realm, all the high and mighty evils will turn into dust at the bottom of the trees!

Caroline Mercer once believed kindness could be proven by sacrifice. She took in two orphaned children, gave them schools, doctors, tutors, rooms beside her daughter's nursery, and a path into the Mercer name.

Years later, those children returned as witnesses against her. Sloane Vale smiled for the cameras while calling Caroline a monster. Nolan Vale handed federal investigators a beautiful stack of forged evidence. Caroline's husband was broken, her company was seized, and her only daughter, Evelyn, died after being traded into a marriage meant to protect everyone else's reputation.

Then Caroline opened her eyes on the morning the Vale children first arrived at her door.

This time, she would feed them. She would house them. She would educate them. She would keep every receipt, every doctor's report, every legal notice.

But she would never again give strangers the keys to her child's future.

Margarett Fellope died in the clan war between the White Clan pack and the Vougch Clan pack.
Nate, who was meant to be her husband, murdered her. Beatrice Fellope, her identical twin, pretends to be Margarett and marries Nate to exact revenge and justice.
Beatrice intends to murder Nate, but her conscience intervenes every time she attempts to do so. Their love conflict, chaotic marriage, and murder affair slowly transform into a love full of affection and lust full of love.
Will she still want revenge and justice for her sister? Or will she fall in love with the Alpha who murdered her twin sister?

"You may be my husband now, but I won't let you mark me. I won't be yours, not like that."
"Why? Why did you marry me if you won't mate with me?" He yells.
My grip tightens on the hilt, but my breath is shaky when I reply.
"You are my fated mate, and Elder ordered me to marry you, so I obeyed. But I know you only want me because I look like my cousin. You're the Alpha King, and I am loyal to my pack, but our marriage is just an empty formality."
He leans closer, barely noticing the small drop of blood that slides down his neck from where my blade digs into his skin.
"What is this? What game are you playing, Lilly? I know you're my mate. I felt it the moment I saw you. Even now, as you insult me, I can smell it all over you. But where is your wolf? Why can't I sense it?"
"I'm in love with someone else, and my wolf is loyal to him. It hides from you," I force the words out, and the lie tastes bitter on my lips. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but my wolf doesn't want you, and neither do I. I'll be your wife and obey you as my Alpha, but I will never mate with you. I'll never bear your mark."
"You may look like Gloria, but you're nothing like her," he says.

" She isn't my type that I would say I want to get married to."
"Oh, no she could be your servant, not your spec besides she can clean and cook so well." my mother said.
Okay, I had known my mother didn't love me but giving me up for a debt u knew nothing about was out of the question.
It was like I was an object which could just be traded without the courage to say no.

Scott Carter is the only child and he inherits his father's property after his death. But his cold-blooded nature, causes everyone to be scared of him, hence making him like a monster. but Isabella will be the only one to change all of that. Isabella, the beautiful damsel who leaves from being a servant to the wife of the richest man in the city.

The morning after the Haze, I open my eyes expecting to see the love of my life, my fated mate. Instead, I see... HIM! "This can't be happening!" *** Would you rather live in a world where the impossible is possible or the possible is impossible? Blanca faces an uncertain future when she finds she's mated to the one man she never thought could be her mate. If Kieran is her mate, then her entire life is a lie. Since she's been abused her whole life, that might be a good thing. But this is... wrong on so many levels. Will Blanca find out the truth about her real identity--or be banished from her pack forever? If you like love with a twist, give this one a chance--don't quit too soon, or you'll never find out Blanca's secret!

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"Mu Zhen... Please forgive me... Please forgive me..." Ye Mei stretched her hands out but couldn't reach Mu Zhen's hand, tears streamed down her cheeks after realizing the kind of stupid mistakes she had committed in her entire life.

Mu Zhen crawled closer and leaned on the chunky tree as he caught and dragged Ye Mei's body closer hugging her tightly in his arms.

To him he was useless that he couldn't save her, he couldn't ensure her safety and above all, they couldn't escape.

"I will always forgive you... Ye Mei, could you be selfish next time and love me as much as I have loved you?

Could you please never repeat the same mistakes? If I go back in time I would still love you, I would still do everything for you Ye Mei " He gently caressed her face which was bruised and had several glaring marks left from knife cuts.

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Ye Mei suffered in her last life when her twin sister and the man she thought she loved killed her babies...

She betrayed the man who loved her for the man she loved but didn't love her.

She ended up miserable and crippled in the wheelchair and unknowingly she had been used to poison the only man that loved her and finally died with her.

She returns to when she was in high school and she is no longer a forty-year-old crippled woman, all ugly and blind.

What path does she take to fulfill the man who loved her for his dying wish? What would become of her with her revenge and hatred?

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I thought I was the perfect wife and mother, until I heard my husband outside his office, laughing, calling me a "prison warden" and planning to use our daughter as cover while he ran off to Tuscany with his grad student.

Everything fell apart. Then my daughter, in front of everyone: "That's just our annoying nanny."

I tried to hold on to what was left of our family, but my daughter shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby, and my husband just checked his watch while I bled out on the floor.

They locked me in and left for Italy.

Alone in the hospital, they told me I'd lost the baby and had "memory damage."

Now they're back, expecting the same obedient wife.

She's gone.

And I'm done loving them.

My henchman, drunk, accidentally revealed he was a reincarnated individual, claiming that the apocalypse would arrive in nine days and he would kill me to seize all my wealth.
I laughed.
I'd been a pirate king for ten years; what storms hadn't I weathered?
I not only emptied his treasure chest that he considered his for the taking overnight, but also used his money to buy up all the survival supplies in the city.
When the apocalypse truly arrived, he could only kneel on the zombie-infested shore, watching helplessly as I sailed towards the absolutely safe island paradise.

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.

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower—pushing every button she could—until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness.
Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced."
Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!
Alexander was certain he’d never regret his decision.
That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we’ll take down anyone who dares mess with you!"
Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let’s get back together."

I'm the mafia heir's practice girlfriend.
He uses me to learn how to control his temper, how to kiss, how to make love.
All so he won't freak out his true love after they get married.
His guys worry: "Boss, you're not actually catching feelings for the maid's daughter, are you?"
Michael laughs coldly: "Would you fall for a sex toy?"
Everyone thinks I'm pathetic, but I keep smiling while I hand him knives and light his cigarettes.
Until news breaks that he's engaged.
His mom slaps down a hundred-million-dollar check: "Get away from Michael. Disappear forever."
I take the money like a good girl and vanish.
But that night, I hear Michael tried to kill himself and got rushed to the ER.

Everyone says I'm the woman Jasper loves most.

But only I know that in his heart, I've always come second to Sadie.

Seven years ago, I shoved him out from under a collapsing rig and shattered my right ankle. I never skated competitively again.

He held me and swore that the day he won the Grand Slam, he'd marry me in front of the whole world.

I believed him. So I learned to be his support crew. I sharpened his blades, hand-sewed his costumes, dragged my bad leg around everywhere he went. I turned myself into the shadow that followed him.

Then Sadie came along. Young, healthy, able to do things I could never do again.

Tonight, Jasper wins the Grand Slam. The cameras circle him, the whole arena chanting for him to propose.

But he looks down at Sadie in his arms and smiles.

"Out of everyone, she's the one I want to thank most for this medal. I wouldn't have made it here without her."

That's the moment I stop wanting to stay.

I was reborn, back to the moment before I was dragged to death by motorcycles in the wasteland.

In my previous life, I listened to the moral blackmail of the saintly female lead Daisy and used my abilities to desperately save a motorcycle gang surrounded by zombies.

As a result, I was severely injured from ability overexertion, and these ungrateful wolves used me as a tool to establish dominance, dragging me to death with motorcycles across the wasteland.

Before I died, Daisy was still there crying: "We tried our best, this isn't our fault."

Now that I have a second chance, she stands before me again shouting:

"Cole! What are you standing there for? Go save them! Those people are going to die! You have abilities, you must save them!"

Looking at her hypocritical saintly face, rage burned in my chest.

Why should my abilities save ungrateful wolves? Why should my life be a stepping stone for others?

The kindness of fools is worthless!

So I threw her out to feed the zombies!

Shana‘s world turned up side down when she realized she was wolfless. However, when Shana got bullied as the wolfless transfer student in a new school, the hot hockey captain suddenly ran to her and lifted her in his arms.


"You were there for me when I needed you. Now, it's my turn to be there for you."
Blinking in astonishment, I found myself staring into the familiar face of Bear—
the chubby-cheeked, infectious-smiled, and brilliantly blue-eyed best friend I had thought I had lost.

It was hard for Charlotte to let go of her best friend, Dalton, the boy she fell in love with since she was nine years old, to make way for her sister, Caroline, who happens to be in love with him too. It was hard for her but in order to make someone happy, even if it meant sacrificing her own, she was willing to let go.

It all happened around her senior year, where she let go of the only thing that mattered to her and after graduation, she moved away with no intention of going back.

Four years later, on her college graduation day, her parents rather demanded her to come home with a reason that shocked her senseless.

"And.. you are?"
"Camila..."
Lawson frowned. "What..."
Camila’s gaze hardened. "I didn't walk back from the dead for a friendly chat or to rehash how thoroughly you all ruined what was left of my life..." She held her chin up as if trying to keep herself from breaking her fragile composure. "I came to settle the score."


Camila thought she had lost everything when she received the shock of her life. But when she was forced to fake her own death and assume a new identity, she realized she had been accidentally given a second chance.
This new life came with a new discovery that Camila, the once shameful and disgraceful wife of the wealthy and powerful Miller family, turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, a rival worthy of respect, and a woman not to be underestimated.
Not even her husband stood a chance.

Ethan Blake never thought that his best friend — the charming, fearless, openly gay Adrian Cross — had a secret bigger than anyone could have ever dreamed of. Adrian was not just the star player of the school. he was a werewolf Alpha, destined to lead a pack torn between allegiance and insurrection.

When Adrian reveals his concealed love for Ethan, all that Ethan has believed in love, friendship, and himself crumbles. The love becomes stronger, but danger erupts at once. Another Alpha, Marcus Hale, is interested in Ethan — not because he loves him, but to make him a pawn to overthrow Adrian's grip on power.

Now Ethan is in a realm of claws, blood, and fate where passion slays and love may be the price of life. Secrets are revealed, and he has to confront the toughest reality: his gay best friend is not only an Alpha… he's the Alpha, and their destinies are sealed forever.
Will Ethan embrace the love that scares him, or will pack traditions tear them apart?

This year, out of nowhere, my mate Dominic told me to take two months off and go to Ashvale with our son, Finn. Eight years, and he'd never once given me a single day off.
I thought he'd finally noticed how tired I was.
Then Maren found a letter in his study. It was from his Beta, laying out the whole plan. Move his old flame Camille and her daughter into the main house. Hold a mating ceremony the moment I was gone.
I don't know how long I stood there holding that letter before I could think straight again.
If my mate wanted to bring her home and pick up where they left off, that was his business.
I packed our son's things for Ashvale.
I just wasn't planning on coming back.

I hid in my best friend's closet to catch my fiancé cheating.
Through the gap in the door, I saw them on the bed. Tessa was blindfolded, wrists tied to the headboard with silk scarves. Callum's hands wrapped around her throat—some kind of breath play, I guessed.
Then her moaning turned to choking.
Her body convulsed. Her bound hands clawed at nothing. Her legs kicked against the mattress.
Then stopped.
Callum released her throat. Checked her pulse. Sighed.
And lit a cigarette.
He sat there scrolling his phone next to her body. No panic. No CPR. No 911.
Like this wasn't his first time watching someone die.
I bit my hand to keep from screaming. Blood seeped across the floor toward my bare feet.
Then he walked toward the closet.
I escaped that night. Barely. Ran three floors up to my neighbor's apartment—Dr. Neve Ashton, a trauma therapist. Beautiful. Warm. The kind of woman who made you feel safe just by existing.
She pulled me inside, locked the door, handed me tea.
"I called the police," she said. "They're on their way."
An hour passed. No sirens.
I looked at her. She smiled.

Two best friends. One girl. Two sudden rivals.
She never wanted to come between them. But they didn't give her a choice.
One was hopelessly in love. The other just wanted to have a good time.
Until he caught feelings, too.
Now, it was a battle to win her heart.
But there is one who already held her love. Years has past, was it too late to choose?

The night my sister, Quinn, got her registered nurse license was supposed to be Jude's big moment—down on one knee, proposing.
Instead, Garrett showed up. The same animal who assaulted Quinn in the redwood forest six years ago and drove our mother to her death in the ocean.
Her future mother-in-law took back the ring on the spot, and her fiancé trailed after her like a kicked puppy.
The entire town of Hawkins went from pity to disgust when they looked at us.
Seven days later, the deputy sheriff stood in my kitchen, staring at the twenty-second batch of bubbling meat sauce...

"Family is the most important thing, Eron."
I'm sick of hearing that phrase every day without qualm.
They seek to include me in the standard picture where the only thing that matters is the happiness of others; the happiness of those around you. It is typical to think that you should care about those who, according to the rules of modern society, love you the most. But does owning the same blood connection make the affective connection between people? I want to know if I am the only one who is wrong.
I don't feel that warmth in my chest that I'm supposed to feel.
Do you have something you want to do?
I look at the crumpled papers balled up in the corner of the room, next to my piano. I bite down hard on my lower lip, not caring about the fact that it's parched from the summer and might crack.
Is it really there?
I won't lie; I miss it. The reason my piano is taking dust twenty-four hours a day since one hundred and eighty-two sunsets ago is ever present in my soul. That memory clings to my memory with no intention of letting go and setting it free. The only thing that persists is this emptiness that causes my discomfort.

He doesn’t know I watched him for years.
Not from afar. Not casually.
Obsession isn’t casual.

I was fourteen the first time I saw him.
He was eighteen, beautiful, untouchable, everything I decided I needed.

So I made a plan.

I befriended his brother.
I won his mother’s trust.
I moved into his orbit so seamlessly, he never questioned it.

Now, I’m his wife.
He calls it fate.
He tells people we were meant to be.
But he doesn’t know the truth was designed.

He doesn’t know about the notes.
The maps.
The screenshots.
The years of silence, waiting, stalking, perfecting the version of me he would fall in love with.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.
And the deeper you bury a lie, the louder it screams when it surfaces.

Because he just found my old phone.

And the man I stalked for a decade…
Is now stalking me.

Was it ever love, or just revenge in disguise?

In my previous life, I chose the werewolf and gave birth to the Arbiter, only to be burned alive by the younger sister I loved most.
When I was reborn, I knelt before the Oath Stone, handed my marriage pact to her, and watched her gloat in triumph before choosing Sylas, the elf everyone else avoided.
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself—until the day of the wedding, when he came carrying a gown blessed by the Sacred Tree, lowered his eyes to me, and said, "In this life, I will never fail you."

In the rain-slicked underworld of the North End, some secrets are meant to stay buried. Others are meant to be hunted.
Sloane Vance is the 4th Precinct’s best detective—sharp, cynical, and dangerously observant. When a routine stakeout at a coastal warehouse turns into a bloodbath, she finds herself staring into the eyes of a monster. But the man standing amidst the carnage isn't a common criminal. He is Fenris Volkov, the "Enforcer" of the city’s most brutal Syndicate, and a creature out of a dark, predatory myth.
Fenris’s orders were simple: Leave no witnesses. But the moment he catches Sloane’s scent, his inner wolf snaps its leash. For the first time in a century, the legendary Scent Lock is triggered. Instead of ending her life, Fenris abducts her, dragging her into a world of silver-laced glass, primal politics, and ancient blood-feuds.
Trapped in Fenris’s high-tech penthouse, Sloane becomes a "confiscation" of the Volkov line. As a detective, she tries to profile her captor. As a woman, she finds her body betraying her to the "current"—a magnetic, biological pull that demands she submit to the man who holds her key.
But Sloane is no ordinary human. She carries the dormant "Null" gene—a genetic anomaly that makes her the ultimate stabilizer for a Lycan on the edge of madness. As the city descends into a "Red Market" war and Fenris’s father, the Alpha Primus, demands her execution, Sloane must choose her side.
From the claustrophobia of a penthouse to the ritualistic fires of a Lycan coup, Sloane and Fenris forge a bond of blood and ash. To survive the Syndicate, the detective must become an accomplice, and the enforcer must become a king.
One scent to bind them. One crown to break them. One empire to burn it all down.

My fiancée accused me of not caring about family.
To make it up to her, I planned a luxury vacation for all of us.
But the night before we left, she told me she'd given my first-class seat to her childhood best friend.
Instead, she booked me a seat in economy—on a flight with a recent terror threat advisory.
The whole family thought I should just go along with it.
That's when I finally woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and rerouted to Hawaii instead.
I turned off my phone, leaving them to deal with the $20,000 bill.
It wasn't until their hotel reservations got canceled that they started to panic.

What exactly does it mean to be his bride?


Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride.

No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past.

Was he turning them into slaves?

Feeding them to his dragon?

Or was he... feeding on them?

That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human.

Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart.

What was he using them for?!

But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be.

Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen.

Why?

Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it?

He slammed me against the door, breath hot on my neck. "I need to taste you," he growled, fingers slipping under my lace, stroking until I trembled.
I whimpered, "Torture me, make me drip for you."
He knelt, tongue lashing hungrily, salty sweetness flooding my senses.
"Beg louder," he demanded. Rising, he plunged deep, our slick bodies slapping, until explosive release tore screams from my lips.
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Scarlett Romano was the world's #2 assassin before walking away for a normal life. She returned to her mafia family—only to find herself bullied, humiliated, and treated as an outsider while her adopted sister Zelda reigns as the golden child.
Then she discovers she's pregnant with Damon Wolfe's child. Her family demands she abort or disappear. Instead, Scarlett proposes a contract marriage to Damon—the ruthless mafia king secretly known as Ronin, the world's #1 assassin.
He says yes.
Now the world's two deadliest killers are bickering over housework, accidentally falling in love—and serving her family their karma one satisfying takedown at a time.

When I was left penniless in a small country in Europe by my scam boyfriend, I drank alone in a local bar, hooked up with a hot stranger, and had the best night ever. Then, I realized the man I slept with was the Crown Prince, the world-known womanizer. And now he offers a reward of $1 million on social media to find me, because I thought this was just a one night thing and left without saying goodbye....

Zorah Esposito has spent her entire life devoted to her faith, under the strict guidance of her uncle, a judgmental priest. Barely able to breathe without his condescension Zorah is horrified when her uncle surprises her by announcing she's arranged to be married. Learning her betrothed is a playboy mafioso with no morals she immediately feels trapped and betrayed and her faith shaken.
Never one to shy away from anything wicked, Icaro Lucchesi takes immense pleasure in making his new bride blush. Every sordid thought the man can dream up, he's done at least once in his life but now he wants to do it all with her.
Zorah on the other hand has a surprise for her new husband. She hadn't saved herself her entire life only to give it up to a man she didn't know, let alone love. If he wants her, he's going to earn it. She may have spent the bulk of her life on her knees praying, but Zorah wants Icaro on his, begging.
Zorah finds herself embroiled in a whole new world of crime, violence and sex, sometimes all at once. Icaro hasn't been a good man since conception but for her, for his blushing bride, he is desperate to try.
Can Zorah learn to love the whole man of Icaro Lucchesi or will his darkness push her to run like the devil himself is chasing?

Erina's world came crumbling down when her sister betrayed her, and she's sent to a place created by nightmares.

When she arrives, she's told that she's married to one of the most ruthless King's in the land, and when he looks at her, she can feel his hate.

The two are forced together in an alliance to save Wonderland and return Erina home and out of his world.

But once the dust settles, does she still want to leave?

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"Erina." Her name slipped from his lips before he bent and took her mouth with his.
His inner beast wanted him to rage and pound into her, but he held it back, tormenting himself with slow, tantalizing strokes.
He licked his thumb, reached between them and slid it across her hardened nub. The scream she gave echoed off the walls of his home, and he could no longer hold back.
He slammed into her, knowing that as she came, she stole his heart with each whimper she gave.

"You're being married to a prince," he said, cold and measured. "You claim you can't contribute to this pack as a warrior? Fine. Then this is your chance at redemption."
"Honor?" I spat the word like poison. "You and the king are exactly the same—both fine sacrificing me for your precious legacy."
"Enough." His voice dropped, dangerous and quiet. "Do you want to spend decades unable to shift? Watching everyone you trained with surpass you? Is that the life you want? Really?"
The denial stuck in my throat. We both knew the answer.
"So leave." Softer now. "You're my most stubborn daughter, Elara. This choice is brutal. Unfair. But at least it's a chance to prove you're still the warrior you claim to be."
He paused at the door. "Some wolves come late," he said quietly. "The ones you have to fight for — they're often more beautiful than anyone ever imagined."
Then he was gone.

She trained like a warrior. Fought like a warrior. Thought like one, planned like one, bled like one — just like the legendary parents whose name she was supposed to carry on.
She just never turned into one.
Every wolf shifts. Elara didn't. One failure erased everything else — no command, no place on the battlefield. Just a wedding dress and a one-way trip to vampire territory.
The last bride sent to secure this same alliance took her own life. Elara is the one they scrambled to send in her place — before the ink on the treaty could even dry.
She tells herself she just has to survive where her predecessor couldn't.
She has no idea what's actually waiting for her in that castle — and by the time she finds out, it's already too late to run.

I saw this tradition in Klean and I thought it was cute," Xavier answered, still on one knee.

"What tradition?" Mia asked in a curious tone, her brow raised. "Well, the to-be groom asks the bride to marry him by getting on one knee and saying will you marry me? So, Mia Ainsworth, will you marry me?" he asked her.

She seemed interested to know how this ends. Yesterday he had gotten on his knee to give her the gold and green ribbons and she wanted to see how this would go. "Okay, and then what?" "Then the to-be bride says yes," he guided her. "So I say yes?" "Yes," he nodded. "That's my line," she protested with a pout.

"Then say it." "Yes," she said, and he took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He rose to his feet and pulled her against himself before claiming her lips. They pulled away, and he placed his head against hers, his eyes fluttering. "The kiss is a part of the tradition?" "Yes," he said, beaming at her.

His happiness was getting her excited, "Okay, now what?" "We get married.

What a ridiculous thing happened to me!

I was sent as a substitute for my sister for just one night but I ended up marrying her supposed husband.

“What are you doing? Are you not aware of the reason for which you're here?” He said and sat on bed. I sat straight and curled my legs.

“I…I…but I'm a virgin and the thought of all this is what scares me.” I said and Greyson gave me an evil smirk.

My voice wasn't supposed to sound this weak and pathetic but I can't hide my emotions.

“You have nothing to fear. I'm the man who would be marrying you. Think of this as our marriage consummation.” He said and my eyes brimmed with tears.

If only he knew that I am not the woman he would be marrying. I am simply her substitute. I thought to myself.

Greyson reached out to my legs, and dragged his fingers on them, and pulled me by the legs to himself. He frowned when he saw that I still wore a mask and suspicion took over him.

“Remove your mask, Bella. There's no need to hide your face from me. He said and I shook my head. Greyson tilted his head, and his eyes became cold.

“Remove the mask, Isabella Walters!” He said authoritatively and I gasped.

This was trouble!

Princess Isabella is promised to Captain Blackthorn, the pirate king whose power keeps her kingdom alive, and whose cruelty is slowly destroying her. When she meets James, Blackthorn’s quiet, steadfast brother, a forbidden bond sparks between them, dangerous enough to cost them both their lives.

As Blackthorn discovers the Heart of Shadows: a dark force that feeds on his rage and twists him into something monstrous, Isabella and James become the only threat to his rising power. Forced to flee the man who owns her and the magic that corrupts him, they are swept into a rebellion determined to topple the tyrants who rule their world.

To survive, Isabella must choose not just who she loves, but who she will become: the frightened princess promised to a monster, or the queen who will burn an empire to reclaim her destiny.

She was sent to marry a man... and kill him.
Charlotte Wilberforce is a witch raised for one deadly purpose: find a husband, sacrifice him on her wedding night or shortly after, and ascend in her coven's dark ranks. After one brutal failure, time is running out.
When she accidentally runs over a powerful werewolf Alpha fleeing a deadly mafia hunt, Charlotte sees Arthur Everett, the ruthless king of the New Moon Pack as her next target. Desperate for a human bride to secure a crucial alliance and save his endangered pack from extermination, Arthur offers her a contract marriage.
But nothing prepares Charlotte for the magnetic pull she feels toward the very man she has sworn to destroy. As they navigate deadly threats from crime syndicates, jealous pack rivals, and her coven's growing suspicions, Charlotte's boundaries begin to fail under Arthur's fierce protection and unexpected tenderness.
Torn between her coven's deadly demands and the uncontrollable bond forming with her alpha husband, Charlotte must choose whether to complete her mission and gain ultimate power or betray everything she's known for a love that is capable of uniting two warring worlds or destroying them both.
In a world where witches and werewolves are sworn enemies, one forbidden contract could spark a passion hotter than any spell or a war that brings them to final destruction. Will love thrive or ambition win? Find out.

“You’re marrying Mike Rowling. There’s no choice.”
That’s what my mother said, her words as cold as ever. I never imagined my life would come to this—trapped in a marriage to a man I’ve never wanted. Mike is a bitter, broken billionaire, his heart sealed off after an accident that changed everything. He’s a stranger in his own home, and now, I’m his reluctant wife.
But there’s something no one knows, not even Mike: my daughter Mia isn’t just my little girl—she’s his, too. A secret I’ve kept buried for years.
As the days pass, I can’t help but feel the pull between us. He’s changing, softening, and my heart begins to betray me. But every smile, every touch, feels like a lie because of the truth I can never tell.
Then one night, Mike looks at me with eyes full of questions, and I realize—he knows.
Everything is about to unravel. Will the truth destroy us, or will it be the key to our future?

At 18, Iris Hawthorne’s world shattered the moment a man in military boots kicked down her door. Donovan Sharpe, the ruthless and legendary arms dealer, dragged her into his dark, dangerous realm as if she were a helpless kitten.Wild, feral, and dangerously possessive, he growled his claim:“Iris, you will only ever smell like me. So much as one person lays a finger on you, and they won’t live to see the sunrise.” He burned every bridge behind her, yet lavished her with all his gentleness: “Iris, even if the sky falls, I will put your happiness first.” Then came the day she ran. To save her, Donovan charged alone into a hail of bullets. Amid the rubble, bloody and broken, Iris nuzzled his blood-stained chest and whispered softly: “Donovan… come any later, and I’m done with you.”

I was the perfect wife.
For three years, I built my husband's empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs.
And how did Victor Hale repay me?
He stole my womb.
He stole my daughter.
He stole my freedom.
That was the day Aurora Hale died.
Now I live as Rhea Ashford — and I want blood.
One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother.
One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin.
When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he'll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me.
It's easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon.
But Damien isn't just temptation in leather and ink. He's dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own.
And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can't tell if I'm the one using him—
Or if he's already claimed me as his.
BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY


Excerpt:
"I'm looking for my kitten," he says. "She ran away this morning."
"She's about this tall." His hand lifts, stopping exactly at my height. Of course it does. "Brown fur. Hazel eyes. Very pretty little thing." His mouth curves. "Sharp mouth. Bad attitude. Thinks she's smarter than everyone in the room."
I hate that my body answers anyway—pulse spiking, thighs pressing together under the table, heat blooming low and treacherous.
"I might have," I repeat, calm and clear. I uncross and recross my legs. "She didn't look lost," I say. "She looked… disappointed."
"Disappointed," he repeats, faintly amused.
"Yes." I lift my chin. "She realized she'd picked the wrong brother."

TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE. This is not your typical dark romance novel, it gets darker with each chapters so if you can't handle it, kindly exit, not all Male leads are heroes some can be your worst nightmare, if you are looking for love you won't find it here


"Won't you like to open your gift, Bambi?"
It wasn't a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded.
When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered.
Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca…..the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening.
Her scream ripped through the silence.
"Now his eyes will never trouble you again."
He said it like he'd given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love.
César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn't just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game.
But Anya wasn't born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape.
The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the cruelest prison of all?

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING | 18+

This novel is intended for mature readers (18+) only.

It contains mature themes, strong language, violence, graphic battle scenes, emotional trauma, slavery, abuse, death, and sensual/sexual content that may not be suitable for younger audiences.

All intimate relationships in this story involve consenting adults.

Reader discretion is advised.


Akira Logan once lived a life filled with love, until a single night stole everything she held dear. Branded by tragedy and forced to survive in a world that showed her no mercy, she grows into a woman driven by one purpose to destroy the Devil King she believes ruined her life.

But fate has other plans.

A mysterious encounter with a stranger awakens an ancient power sleeping within her, setting in motion a prophecy that has remained hidden for centuries. Suddenly, Akira finds herself drawn into the heart of the Lycan Kingdom, where secrets lurk behind every throne, alliances are built on lies, and the feared Devil King is nothing like the monster she imagined.

As long-buried truths begin to surface, Akira must decide whether to cling to the hatred that has kept her alive or risk everything for a destiny she never chose.

With dragons, Lycans, forbidden magic, political intrigue, and a slow-burning enemies-to-lovers romance, The Devil King's Dragon Bride is an epic fantasy about revenge, destiny, sacrifice, and a love powerful enough to challenge fate itself.

Some legends are born in blood.

Others are written by love.