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An epic cold snap struck, causing temperatures to plummet to minus eighty degrees Celsius.
My fiancée and best friend occupied my hillside villa, laughing hysterically as they watched a video of me nearly freezing to death.
In their eyes, once I turned into a solid block of ice, they could rightfully inherit my vast fortune and live in this warm, doomsday Noah's Ark.
But what they didn't know was that the video was n't real at all .
I stood in the temperature-controlled bunker twenty meters below them and cut off their main power.
The hunt was about to begin.

I was cursed, trapped in a "Trial of Sincerity"—I could only regain my freedom if she spoke the words "I love you" from the bottom of her heart.
For five years, I’ve taken bullets for her, gone to prison for her, and stood on the brink of death four times. She would only call me "my best friend" or say "I need you," but she never uttered those three words.
Four times, she abandoned me as I lay dying, rushing instead to the side of another man.
The fifth time, with a bullet in my abdomen and my insides exposed, I lay on the operating table. She finally wept, screaming "I love you"—once, twice... twelve times in total.
Too bad. After waking up from that fourth brush with death, I had already signed a Do-Not-Resuscitate (DNR) order.
This time, my heart has stopped beating. Not because of my wounds, but because I’ve made my choice: I won't let her save me.

My fiancée and best friend, whom I risked my life to protect, sold me to the brutal "Blood Blade Gang . "
They laughed as they watched me being kicked into a pool of radioactive waste like a dog, waiting for me to turn into a pile of bones.
But they didn't know that the deadly radiation not only failed to melt me, but also forcibly ruptured my genetic lock, awakening the [Nuclear Fury].
I rode back to the old camp in her heavily armored vehicle.
Those two scoundrels were still arrogantly bullying me: "I have the Blood Blade Gang backing me! The big shots are coming soon, you're dead!"
I sneered and slapped them away.
Idiots, look back! Your so-called powerful backer is kneeling in the vehicle, lighting my cigarette.

They all thought I was just a rogue soldier who had crawled back from the border, covered in gunpowder and looking for revenge for my family's old debts.
Everyone was guessing which building I would blow up next. Julian, as I expected, panicked.
He recalled all his elite personnel to the Vientiane Building, activated top-level security, practically turning the entire office building into an impenetrable fortress, and sealed off assets globally to prevent my "illegal theft."
But he made a mistake.
When he personally pressed the reset lock, attempting to regain control of the system through manual verification, he didn't hear the prompt of command execution, but rather the hydraulic hum emanating from the building's load-bearing walls—it was the "self-destruct program" he had personally signed, running as scheduled under the guise of my privileges.

In my previous life, I was the government-appointed hero of the apocalypse, dying on the frozen plains after the spotlight dimmed, feeding their glorious honor with my very life.
In this life, I tore up the script and rejected that performance they called "saving the world." When the so-called "hero" stands on the command deck once again, I am deep in the dark underground, clutching a scoreboard with my frostbitten hands—
After all, heroes are offerings reserved for history books; I, however, only want to ensure that this group of abandoned souls can survive through tonight.

After ten years of being a "consumable," I performed my final maintenance on the very day Vivian handed my life's work over to someone else. I didn’t argue or resist; I just signed the paperwork with a smile. When the Thorne Tower began to collapse floor by floor due to my final permission error, she finally realized that all the brilliance she boasted of was nothing more than the residual warmth I had fed her. Now, she kneels in the ruins, begging me to turn back time. I only find her voice… annoying.

I thought I was the luckiest person in the apocalypse.
My brother, a former special forces soldier, brought me supplies so I wouldn't have to face the horrors above ground.
My girlfriend comforted me over the radio, saying she'd cry in my arms once we could finally get out.
I lived underground for three years, grateful like a domesticated dog.
Until that day, when I pushed open the door, smelled fresh grass, and saw the swimming pool in the sunlight—that's when I understood that the so-called apocalypse was never outside, but behind the door they had locked me in.

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

To fulfill a dying comrade's final request, I spent twelve years living in the shadows to protect his daughter. I took bullets for her, laundered her black-market assets, and eventually handed over my entire stake in the security empire. In her eyes, I am her father’s murderer; in mine, she is a mission—the only flicker of light left in my life. Until that fateful banquet, when she personally shoved me into the sights of mercenaries. Watching my blood bloom across her dress, she hooked her arm around my nemesis and ordered coldly, "Clean it up." In that moment, twelve years of devotion collapsed, and a heart that beat only for her finally learned to freeze. This time, I’ve decided to personally destroy the monster I raised.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

In the extreme cold of the apocalypse, I was bound to the Seraphim's Flame, gaining access to the tycoon's bunker.
My good brother Luke was so jealous he went mad and killed me with a single blow.
Reborn, Luke stole the "Seraphic Flame" and, like throwing away trash, kicked another dark, ugly stone to my feet.
He didn't know—Redstone was a blood-sucking evil, while Blackstone was the true god-level talent.
When the deathly gale of minus seventy degrees swept across the world, I activated the [Dimensional Fortress] of infinite space.
Tons of munitions, mountains of supplies, overwhelming heavy firepower…
I will stand on the frozen wasteland and watch that bastard, step by step, become the human battery I need.

In my previous life, I gave away all my resources to save people, but my godfather broke my legs and fed me to the zombies.
Reincarnated 30 days before the apocalypse, I borrowed millions to build a nuclear-proof bunker and bought twelve retired, violent, and rabid dogs.
Extreme cold descends. With nowhere else to turn and in a desperate attempt to survive, the priest forces a space-age ability user to pinpoint the coordinates of the area inside the bunker with the "highest concentration of heat," and then forcibly teleports to steal the bunker.
He landed laughing wildly, feeling the scorching heat wave hitting him, thinking he had taken over my generator room and greenhouse.
I sneered and remained silent through the bulletproof glass.
This idiot has no idea that the hottest place in my shelter... has never been the generator.

In my previous life, an endless polar night and frost-laden corpse tide swept through the entire city.
My wife and I took in her mother and younger brother out of familial obligation,
But when monsters attacked, they locked us outside the shelter and we were torn apart alive.
Opening my eyes again, there are only seven days until doomsday arrives.
My wife and I have reached a consensus—to hell with blood being thicker than water!
This time, we will build an icy tomb for them with our own hands at the highest point of this city.

In my past life, I was cheated on.
My wife is having an affair with my fitness coach, and even our five-year-old daughter isn't my child.
I filed for divorce, and she left with nothing. I thought my life couldn't get any worse—but then the apocalypse came, and I was bitten to death by zombies.
In her last moments before she died, I saw her family of three nestled in her lover's secluded mountain cabin, with plenty of food and drink, passing away peacefully in their old age.
God gave me a second chance.
Back on the day we signed the divorce papers, I smiled and said to my ex-wife, "You can have the villa, but I want Julian's dilapidated cabin."

A horde of 100,000 mutated beasts besieged the city, and a ten-meter-tall abyssal wolf pressed its claws against my throat.
My enemy, riding on the wolf's back, laughed maniacally, threw down the chains, and ordered me to kneel and surrender immediately.
The fortress garrison closed their eyes in despair. But looking at that gaping maw so close to my face, I let out a long sigh of relief, even laughing aloud.
"What are you laughing at, facing certain death?!" she shrieked.
"I'm laughing at your pathetic stupidity." I gently crushed a poison capsule in my sleeve. "You really think I threw down all my weapons and walked out of the city gates to face this 100,000-strong army to surrender?"
"That's because if the distance exceeds three meters, my genetic virus can't be precisely injected into this beast's lungs."

They call me a parasite.
An outdated piece of trash. A fraudster hiding in the clouds, sucking the blood of the empire.
They spat at my shadow, threw stones at my door, and made my daughter bind my wrists with spirit-binding silver.
Then they asked me if I had any last words.
I said, "The void is coming."
They burst into laughter.
Now, the sky has cracked open.
Those who once cursed my name are now kneeling in the ashes, begging me for help.
I sat on a cold rock on Greystone Ridge, gazing at the distant firelight.
I could have stopped it all.
But I choose—
To stand idly by.

My teammates viewed me as a mobile food supply and planned to butcher me before they ran out of rations.
They thought that as long as I died, they would win this "survival game."
However, they would never know that what I brought back from the depths of the ruins wasn't fear, but the highest-level administrative privileges of the entire logistics system. While they killed each other for a bag of expired biscuits, I had already locked the exit to this hell. Sorry, but in this settling of accounts, you aren't even qualified to be treated as bargaining chips.

I’ve been guarding a door in the Nevada underground for a hundred years. The system marks this place "Abandoned," and the official records claim I don't exist.
When the investigation team arrived, the leader was my old signal corpsman. He pretended not to know me and ordered his guards to drag me out like a piece of dead weight.
They shoved a young lad from the Rex family into the breach as bait, and while everyone screamed in horror, no one dared to move.
So, I jumped down to fish the kid out, using a bottle of beer to force back the tentacles reaching from the dark.
Then, I pulled on that dusty old uniform and pressed my palm against the master console—all thirty-two security protocols verified instantly.
The lead technician collapsed in shock: "This clearance level is restricted to the Chief Architect only."
He was right. I am.
The thing I’ve kept locked behind that door for a century woke up, whispering: "What do you want?"
I said: "Dinner."

I spent three years as a "useless son-in-law," humiliated in public by my wife, all to repay a debt of life-saving gratitude.
That night, she handed me a cup of poisoned wine, smiling as she told me to "disappear from this world."
But she didn't know that the wine served to terminate our contract of protection—and unchained my shackles completely.
When the fighter jets of the Northern Command cast their shadows over the entire estate, she finally knelt in the mud, crying out for "Adrian."
But this time, I will not look back.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

They call me the "Savior," building altars for me amidst the ruins.
But they don't know that when I climbed out of the abyss, I had no intention of saving this species whatsoever.
I am not here to rebuild civilization; I am simply calculating exactly how many souls I must reclaim to fully awaken my Ark.

My fiancée's father called me a stray dog, worse than trash.
My rival forced me to crawl between his legs and trampled me into the mud.
They all thought I was just a piece of trash to be trampled on at will.
But they didn't know that I endured humiliation and hardship for a shocking secret order.

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

On our wedding day, she vanished wearing the gown I had bought for her.
I didn’t chase her. Instead, I went back to the operating table.
For three years, I had paid off her debts and filled the holes she left behind—enough for her to live a second life. My heart couldn't take it anymore; I had a stent implanted, though she never knew.
Three days later, I died in the hospital corridor. My ECG flatlined.
She didn’t know. She was still at a cocktail party in another city, clinking glasses with someone else.
A month later, she came back, kneeling before my tombstone in tears.
But it was all too late.

In this apocalyptic world of extreme heat, I fight for water in the underground black market, and I risk my life to hoard supplies.
My internet-famous roommate enjoyed my efforts while hiding in the air-conditioned room, panting softly in front of three fill lights: "We need to slow down and reconcile with nature."
Later, she stole my supplies and sold them to drug lords, causing me to be roasted alive on the riverbed.
After being reborn, I turned and left.
"Don't you like a slow-paced life? Stay here and enjoy it."
The end times have only just begun.

Betrayed by my wife on the eve of the apocalypse, they stole the shelter keys and locked me in the heart of the zombie outbreak to die.
I felt no anger.
Three minutes to blast open the blast door, ten minutes to drain the billions from that despicable couple's overseas accounts,
and then I'd buy machine guns and artillery from the black market! The couple speeding down the highway had no idea that the "top-secret key" they were protecting was actually a bomb designed to detonate the defense system.
The real wasteland survival game had only just begun.

For three whole years, as the "partner" of the bourgeois empress Victoria, I remained the most docile shadow of her business empire. Everyone thought I was a beautifully kept ornament, but only I knew that beneath this glittering facade, every shadow was a chaotic situation I had quelled with my own blood and flesh. It wasn't
until she used her daughter's final resting place as leverage to appease her lover that I realized that marriage was nothing more than a deceptive hunt.
Now, I'm going to recoup the costs.

For half a box of rations, my former comrade put a bullet in my back. As I gasped my last, the world reset—three days before the apocalypse. I didn't go after him for revenge. I floored the accelerator, racing toward the Texas borderlands where my grandfather—a Vietnam veteran—had spent forty years hoarding "junk" that everyone mocked. When the heat turned the earth into a furnace and Drake’s war-party smashed into the fence, they were met with a wall of diesel fire. My grandfather had spent three years digging a secret tunnel that bypassed the perimeter, and half a ton of fertilizer sent their entire encampment into the sky. They laughed at his junk pile. I laughed at their graves.

They kept me shackled before the Gates of the Abyss, force-feeding me toxic sludge and draining my final drop of blood, all to maintain their hypocritical "order." They called me the "Ultimate Anchor," unaware that the moment a watchdog decides it’s done playing the dog, the beast in the cage finally wakes up. From the very second I seized the laws of physics, this entire headquarters of the Defense Bureau became my private mausoleum. Your high-and-mighty Director? He’s currently kneeling in my cycle, begging for the sweet release of death. As for that Void Rift that makes the world tremble? Sorry, I just ate it for dinner.

The day manager Gregg shoved me into the freight elevator shaft, the nuclear winter outside had only just begun. As he slammed the gate shut, he said, "No one will find you dead down there; the insurance payout is enough to cover the shortfall." I died in the darkness at thirty degrees below zero. Then, I woke up. I was back on the afternoon he threw the contract in my face. This time, I didn't sign. I shoved the contract into the paper shredder, snatched the brass key ring from Supervisor Miller, locked every exit of the warehouse, and re-routed the entire building's heating system into my own command bunker. As Gregg licked ice off the frozen floor on the security monitor, I was sitting in the guard room, heating up a can of pork. Outside, the first snowflake fell. And this time, the ones who would be freezing to death were them.

"I was bonded with an alien system that issued nothing but 'benevolence' missions.
Supply food to violent thugs, shelter the mutants, embrace the Zombie King, and share our planetary defense technology with the entire world.
It claimed that as long as we were merciful, the civilization could survive.
I nodded, then promptly tweaked the task annotations.
I laced the food with neuro-suppressants, turned the shelter into a bio-sample bank, and activated kinetic overload when I 'embraced' the monster king.
Sharing the tech? Sure—though every defensive line I shared came with a backdoor that I could trigger remotely.
When the system eventually tried to purge me, Professor Sarah retaliated by locking it inside the national supercomputer.
I rewrote its underlying code, replacing 'mercy' with 'absolute order.'
Earth remains a post-apocalyptic wasteland, but the global satellite network is entirely in my hands.
The system’s most crushing defeat wasn't being destroyed; it was staying alive, only to become my tool."

The world thought I was a broken man after rotting in the Abyss for five years. Even Moretti, the wealthiest mogul in Cold Harbor, dared to point a finger at my nose and demand I kneel.
He razed my estate, seized my daughter, and humiliated my past on a city-wide livestream.
What he didn’t know was that the moment his infrared scanners locked onto me, I had already initiated the sequence for a dormant orbital satellite that had been sleeping above us for five years.
When the skyscraper turns to ash, the man kneeling before me won’t be that arrogant tycoon—only a trembling corpse.
After all, in this city, I don’t believe in reason. I only believe in retribution.

I didn’t expect to see him standing there, by the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, the morning light making his skin glow like it wasn’t meant to belong to someone so dangerous.

Draven Damian.

My sister’s husband. The man I was pretending to love. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. And just like that, my breath caught.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He just looked deep and cold, like he saw something in me he hadn’t noticed before.

And maybe that’s when everything changed. Because instead of fear, I felt something else… something warm and terrifying at the same time. He wasn’t supposed to be gentle. He wasn’t supposed to look this human. But at that moment, he did.

Don’t fall, Liora. Don’t be stupid.

I looked away before he could see the truth in my eyes. But I already knew. I was in trouble.


I took my sister’s place to save my family.
Now I’m trapped in a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister disappeared without a word, I had no choice. I had to become her, the wife of Draven Damian, a dangerous and powerful mafia boss.

His little boy, Dante, looks at me like I’m his mother.
But Draven’s family sees right through me… and they want me gone.

How long can I keep this lie alive?
And what happens when the man I’m pretending to love… starts falling for me

Trigger alert: violent scenes; unsuccessful sexual assault.

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Im not a big believer in romance. Im certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and run off to Reno to get married.But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Too bad it's all a lie.Our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. Its all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome, simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at meWell, maybe I shouldve nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper.And I admit, part of me is falling head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? Keep up the charade. Kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show.When my ex finally gets the message a month after our wedding, he says that he wants me to leave Jack. Start over. I should be happy.Right?

Cynic. F*ck up. Outsider. That's Jameson in a nutshell - not to mention drool-worthy, dreamy, and perfect fantasy object. He's also my older brother's best friend and business partner. I've had a thing for Jameson ever since I was old enough to have dirty dreams. My brother has made it crystal clear that if he catches rough, wrong-side-of-the-tracks Jameson even looking at me, someone will get hurt. That doesn't deter me, though. I want Jameson to be my first. And that's why my brother can never find out what happened. Because Jameson kissed me. No -- not kissed -- he shoved me up against a wall, possessed me, and took my breath away. Then he promptly passed out in my bed, wasted. Now I know that Jameson wants me. I may be off limits because of my brother, but that kiss is branded in my mind. I need another taste of Jameson. I crave his brutal touch. Pinned against the wall, gasping at the feel of his body pressed against mine, crying out in pleasure and pain while he gives me everything I've dreamed about. As long as my brother doesn't catch on, Jameson might just give me exactly what I want… and a whole hell of a lot more. This 50,000-word book is part one of Emma and Jameson's story. It ends with a cliffhanger...

To set a fire, you need a spark. Lily and Cade always had one, but her brother -- Cades best friend -- kept the tinder damp. Besides, Cades a man whore. When a man is that hot, someones always going to get burned. Lily should have learned her lesson the first time she touched fire, when he left town the morning after they finally hooked up.Yet all these years later, the embers still smoldering.She's working at the local bakery, in control of the heat... until he walks back into her life. Fresh from the wildfires of Montana, Cades lost everything he held dear, and the losses left scars. They soon find that more than ever, they are better together. Their love grows, quick and hot.Despite what her brother might say, Cade needs what Lily gives him. But theres no such thing as a controlled burn.And every secret carries the risk of a backdraft.

A Virgin for the Billionaire - Bad Boy Billionaires - Book 1Carter:She's mine. I want her. I need her and I'm tired of waiting.Emma:He's all I think about but I can't wait for him any longer. Tonight's the night. I'm punching my V-card.I might be a f#cking saint waiting for her to be ready for what I want to give her. When I overhear she's going to ditch her virginity with some random bar guy, I decide shes not giving those soft curves and luscious mouth to anyone else.After tonight, shell never doubt who she belongs to again. And when shes screaming my name, shell realize Im prepared to give her a hell of a lot more than just lip service. I want forever.Her Rockstar Billionaire - Bad Boy Billionaires - Book 2You have to understand.I was shy.Eighteen.And so in love I was ready to give up everything.Only he wouldn't let me.He broke my heart.Pushed me away.Now he's back.He's a rock star, a bad boy, a total egomaniac, a tattoo covered rock god with naked women begging for his attention.He has platinum albums, money, fame.Everybody wants a piece of him.Everyone but me.Been there, done that.My heart shattered into a million pieces when he left.I'm still broken on the inside.I loved him.I trusted him.And he ruined me.Only a complete idiot would let him get close.But when he touches me,I melt.My heart races.I crave him.Her Secret Billionaire - Bad Boy Billionaires - Book 3Jack moved to Alaska for a little peace and quiet, but every week temptation arrives in the form of one beautiful but prickly Anna. Just thinking about how well she handles the stick of her float plane has him wondering how well she would handlehim.He needs her out of that plane and in his bed.Anna has a plan...and falling into bed with a sexy, bad boy millionaire hiding out in the woods isn't part of it. She doesn't want to fall in love with a mountain man. She wants out. She's done with the cold, the dark and the lonely nights. Her dream in the lower forty-eight is calling. Her one problem? Jack. When a storm forces her into a dangerous emergency landing, passions flare.Being stranded in the woods with a lumberjack wannabe shouldn't be a problem. It's just one night. Right?Right?A Bargain with the Billionaire - Bad Boy Billionaires - Book 4She thinks Im too young. Shes wrong. I can give her what she wants. A baby.It will be my pleasure. And hers.But only if shell give me the one thing I needHER.

"You're an omega?!" he asks gruffly.

I shake my head quickly, "N-no, sir!"

I don't know how I got here, in this moment. I tremble slightly. Because I can FEEL Mr. Logan's pheromones. I've never felt pheromones before in my life, so don't ask me how I know that that's what this is I'm feeling. But I feel them brush over me like a physical touch. I tremble again.
"Look at you shaking like a leaf in the wind."
"You're responding to my pheromones. If you were a beta, how would that be happening?"
I shake my head again, "No s-sir, I'm a beta! I don't know what's going on; this has never happened before!"
Mr. Logan leans in close, running his nose up my neck. He grips my neck lightly as he says, "Tell me, if you're not an omega, why do you smell so fucking good?"

Liam Payne is an Omega; however, that wasn't something he was aware of. He's lived his life as a beta, but that all changes when he starts to work for Chase Logan. Chase Logan is a rich, powerful, dominant alpha. After just a month working with Chase, the changes in Liam are becoming noticeable. This is problematic because Chase dislikes omegas, does not want them working for him, or even near him. So what will happen when Chase notices the changes? Will he believe Liam when Liam tells him he really didn't know he was an omega?

TW: Attempted SA, R*pe

It's a slow burn story!

In a catastrophic event that ravaged the planet Hatune, King Stage Rager was thrust into a desperate bid for survival. His wife, Queen Sky Rager, made a heart-wrenching decision to safeguard her beloved husband, sending him to the unfamiliar realm of Earth. To protect him from relentless enemies, she erased his memories and shrouded him in a powerful cloaking spell, transforming his appearance and concealing his true identity.

For eighteen years, Stage lived a quiet, unassuming life in the charming town of Golden Lake, surrounded by adoptive family and friends who accepted him without question. However, the tranquility was shattered when his dear friend Jean Adams fell victim to a brutal murder. As Stage joined forces with the determined Sheriff, they unraveled a dark web of secrets lurking in the shadows of Golden Lake.

Their quest for justice ignited a perilous war with the sinister Liner witches, who would stop at nothing to eliminate Stage. As the battle raged on, Stage discovered a shocking truth: his invincibility was a myth, and the very blood that gave him life held the key to his demise. The Liner witches devised a diabolical plan to bring Stage's mother, the Queen of Hatune, to Earth, setting the stage for a climactic showdown.

Will Stage and his allies succeed in thwarting the witches' sinister plot, or will they witness the unthinkable: the downfall of their beloved king? The fate of Golden Lake hangs in the balance, as Stage confronts his destiny and the darkness that has haunted him for so long.

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Sara, an ordinary college girl, was forced to marry Adrian, the heir to the largest mafia group, in order to pay for her parents' debts and her grandfather's surgery. Adrian's father offered Sara her freedom and the cancellation of her contract if she lived with Adrian for 30 days and neither of them fell in love at the end. Adrian was a handsome, domineering and strange man who set four rules for Sara, and if Sara broke one of them, then Adrian had the right to claim a part of Sara's body and use it. In the process of breaking the rules over and over again, Sara reaped pleasures she had never experienced before.

A bad boy rockstar needs a fake girlfriend… Not a girl to fall in love with him when the cameras fall away… When I walked into the party that night, I was worried about my black minidress being too short… I never realized that I was going to meet him. Rhys Grant, lead singer of Misery, one of the hottest bands on the freaking planet. Rhys isn't just any tanned, muscular bad boy dripping with sex appeal. He's so hot he's practically Adonis himself. … and the way he sings… he owns that stage. And he's interested in me. Well, okay, fake interested. He needs a sweet girl on his arm for the cameras, to smile and look like he's settled down. Public Relations 101. I just happen to be in the right place at the right time. Right in the middle of that party, pulling down that mini skirt and feeling so out of place. Of course I said yes! How could I ever say no? But the more I find out about Rhys, the more I see the man behind the microphone and tabloids. I don't want to be one of a thousand screaming fans. When he kisses me, when he touches me... suddenly I want to be his one and only. Paparazzi, crazed band managers, overdoses… Rhys' lifestyle will either drive me away forever or ruin me for all other men. But one thing's for sure… he's going to rock me to my core.

Cora Snow has always been the outcast of the Lincoln Pack. At twenty, her wolf remains dormant, leaving her weak, overlooked, and an easy target for ridicule. She’s invisible, until the night her wolf finally awakens.
That same night, Cain, the Alpha’s enigmatic son, returns to the pack, accompanied by Cora’s sister, the golden image of everything Cora is not. Fate strikes cruelly: Cain, her destined mate, rejects her before she can even speak. Humiliated and broken, Cora flees, disappearing into the shadows of the wilderness. And no one, neither her pack nor her own family bats an eye. To them, she has always been nothing.
But Cora is far from nothing. What begins as a quiet spark of survival quickly ignites into a force no one could anticipate. The weak wolf they scorned is about to become the most powerful, feared, and untouchable creature the pack has ever known. And when destiny calls, the girl they laughed at will have the power to rewrite everything.....including Cain’s heart.

I sit there staring at him, frozen as if time itself has stalled. Of course, it hasn’t—but it feels that way, as I look at the most breathtaking man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Too bad he’s my professor.

Lottie is in her second year at MIT, getting a degree in bioengineering. She’s never been distracted by anyone on campus. Not once. Not until he walked into her classroom and her world tilted.

The problem is obvious: he’s her professor, and he’s ten years older.
The problem she didn’t expect: the electric tingles that shot up her arm when their hands brushed. The sudden, aching need to be near him. To breathe him in.

The problem she never imagined: discovering he’s her fated mate.

How will she handle a truth that could upend both their lives? Will she choose the path that protects them both—or will fate force her hand?


I stand there staring at him for a moment, trying to make sense of what just happened. In the two years Jordan and I have been friends, I’ve seen his dad more times than I can count.
But this is the first time we’ve touched. And the second our hands meet, something sparks.

Charlie has been Jordan's best friend for two years. He’s been in and out of Jordan’s house so often it feels like a second home.
But it isn’t until one ordinary afternoon, two years after meeting Jordan’s dad, that everything changes. One accidental touch. One jolt of something he can’t explain.

Charlie doesn’t know what’s happening to him yet. But he’s about to find out. And when he does, he’ll have to choose: step into the truth fate has been quietly weaving around him—or try to break free from a bond that may not let go.

"She's just a sweet, simple girl. It was never going to last anyway."
Those were the last words Maddison Carter heard before her world fell apart.
On what should've been her perfect graduation day, she was betrayed, humiliated, and left heartbroken.
Then came a voice—deep, commanding, dangerous.
"I can show you a life of a completely different kind."
"You have forty-eight hours. Call the number on that card… and join my company."
Grant Harrison.
The city's most powerful billionaire.
A man whose world is built on secrets, danger, and control.
Maddison never planned to step into his world—but one choice changes everything.
When a scandalous photo threatens to destroy her, Grant does the unthinkable.
His voice is calm and steady as he holds a ring before her.
"Maddison Carter, will you honor me by marrying me?"
Now, Maddison is trapped in a storm of lies, power, and desire.
As enemies close in and her past resurfaces, she must decide—
will she stay the heartbroken girl everyone underestimated,or rise to become the woman powerful enough to rule beside him?
Betrayal. Power. Passion.
She lost everything once.
This time, she's taking it all back.

This is the room.

The same room where Landon once stood, wide-eyed and silent, as I executed three men without hesitation. Where he watched me maim another—slowly, deliberately—because mercy wasn’t part of the equation, I remember the look on his face then: horror, disbelief, something fragile cracking behind his eyes.

And now he’s back.

Not as a witness.

But as the one in chains.

I follow them inside, my footsteps echoing in the silence. I don’t speak. I don’t touch him. But I watch.

Because this isn’t just punishment.

It’s vengeance.


I’ve run this family for ten years. Untouchable. Cold. Ruthless.
I’ve killed before. I’ll kill again.
Nothing shakes me. Nothing gets under my skin.
Until him.
He walked into my bar like he owned the place—swaggering, cocky, sexy as hell. He strutted that tight body like he knew exactly what it did to people. When he stumbled and landed in my lap, I hesitated. Anyone else would’ve had a blade in their throat for touching me without permission.
But then he looked up at me with those amber eyes, and everything before him felt irrelevant.
Now, nothing matters more than making him mine.

Finding out he’s DEA—sent to take me down—wasn’t part of the plan.


Landon is a Senior Special Agent with the DEA. He volunteered to go undercover against Diego Fuentes, even though the pull he felt toward him started long before they met. Now, after witnessing Diego’s brutality and hearing what he does to traitors, Landon knows he’s in too deep.
Will his betrayal cost him everything—including his life?


TW: Contains explicit scenes of sex and violence.

A seductive boss and his maid……
Note: This book may contain some steamy scenes…..
When a billionaire falls for his maid, what lengths must he go through, in order to make her his???
Using dubious means to get into her panties, does that make him the antagonist or the protagonist????

Read this interesting boss/maid affair story to find out more …..

Unravel:Mr. VanceMy eyes raked over her. The temporary bartender brought into my office because shed seen the virgin auction room. I took in her delicious curves and knew I needed to have her. Except, I would never see her again after tonight. But, I always get what I want, I'm the owner of Club V and I will unravel her in ways she's never experienced. I can barely wait to touch and lick every curve of her virgin body.SamaraI assumed the auction room at Club V was just a rumor. Until I walked into the wrong room. I feared being fired but when the guard brought me to Mr. Vance I was instantly a hot mess. He was gorgeous, arrogant, cocky even and I couldn't take my eyes off the very naked woman wearing a diamond collar standing beside him. The look of lust and sex on her face as he played with her and then the way he watched me, teasing. But, Id never have to see him again after tonight. That is until fate changed everything... God help me!Undone:Taylor Dawson spends her days getting down and dirty as a mechanic at her father's garage, rather than with a hot guy. At nineteen, she's so ready to get rid of her v-card but hasn't found the right man yet. Collecting her roommate from her bartending job at Club V, Taylor stumbles across Club Owner, Jake Mesa, giving a lesson in submission. Tay doesn't think she'd ever be able to obey like the collared woman at Jake's mercy and slips away from the room unnoticed.However, Jake's security footage caught the gorgeous voyeur in his room and now she has his full attention. When Taylor's dad admits to a business disaster that could end not only the garage but his life, she doesn't know where to turn. Then Jake makes her an offer... Will she be able to resist or become completely undone?Uncover:When magazine journalist Penny is offered the opportunity to investigate the virgin auctions at Club V, she leaps at the chance. Especially when she realizes the man shell be interviewing is Pete Wilson, the boy who set out to seduce her in University and made her a subject of ridicule. Now theyre both adults and hes the subject. Penny wants revenge. Can she uncover a seedy underworld to Club V for Expose magazine? Or instead is she about to uncover their bodies and their hearts?