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Or the first time to make love by other people spectators, now Mark exceptionally excited stimulation, thrusting in Grace's body seems to become bigger and thicker rod, balls impact on Grace's crotch, popping sound echoed one after another.
Grace's body, which was already half up, lay back down again under Mark's thrusts, and her melodious cries of pleasure kept coming out from her mouth, while she slightly turned her head sideways and looked at John who was standing in the doorway.

Mark and his wife Grace's happy life takes a turn for the worse when Grace adopts an orphaned child, John... Mark's life is thrown into crisis when he becomes emotionally involved with Dr. Turner while he's abroad and Grace faces threats at home from her security guard, Thorne .....
Will their lives ever return to normal? Will they be able to face their former lovers again after cheating?

"Please, don't leave me alone! I want you to be my mommy!"

Twana Murray thought she was just taking in a lost, pitiful four-year-old boy she met on the street. She didn't realize she was stepping right into an adorable, meticulously calculated trap. The child was none other than the hidden heir of the Levis family, and he had just claimed her as his mother.
Enter Zekariah Levis—Slington’s most ruthless, untouchable billionaire, a man notorious for his icy demeanor and complete aversion to women. Plagued by a crippling, incurable insomnia, Zekariah discovers a bizarre miracle: Twana’s voice is the only cure that can bring his tortured mind to rest.
What begins as an accidental encounter quickly spirals into a fierce, all-consuming obsession. Zekariah will stop at nothing to claim what is his. When sleazy investors try to harass her at work, the domineering CEO quietly buys out her entire company just to shield her. When she is nearly attacked in a dark alley, he doesn't just save her life—he orders her entire neighborhood to be illuminated with new streetlights overnight, so she never has to walk in the shadows again.
Despite his overwhelming protection and the little boy's sweet pleas, Twana desperately tries to escape the billionaire's grasp, clinging to her blind loyalty for an overseas boyfriend.
But no one escapes Zekariah Levis. As the web of betrayal around her personal life begins to unravel, Twana is backed into a corner. How long can she resist the billionaire's suffocating possession? And what will happen when the chilling conspiracy of a delivery room from five years ago is finally brought to light?

"I will fuck you whenever and however I want! Say you want this!" He hissed.
A pleasure moan escaped her throat.
"Yes sir, I__I want this." She panted breathlessly.
He hesitated for the briefest moment.
"What is my name, Faith?"
She didn't delay in answering. "S_sterling Hunter"
These were the very words that sealed her fate.
A story in which a Billionaire became obsessed with his secretary, there were no rules in the game of lust and desire, he would stop at nothing to make her his.
Lies and manipulation was all Faith Jameson ever got from the men she dated. She thought she could trust her boss, little did she know that she had been a tool in his hands all along, she was no more than a pawn in his deceptive games.
Would it be too late escape from the webs he had built? Or would she play the game of chess he started?

She thought it was love. But was it really a love or his TRAP. He was thirsty for revenge, drowned in hatred. His heart was dead, only hatred left in him. She brings the spark of solace in his dark world unaware about the tornado that will ruin her life. He was a burning flame and she was an ice. His deep eyes held so many secrets while her eyes held pure innocence and fear; Fear of him. He wants nothing but revenge and she is going to be his trump card. She loved a monster in human disguise.
When she learns about his dirty game plans she tries to escape from his territory. But, will he let her go away? NO. He is so obsessed with her that he will go to the extent even if it means to cage her, with or without her will.

"You are MINE Shanaya, you can't escape, this is my world and I rule here" Avyaansh
"Please don't hurt me" Shanaya

A tale of Love, Lies and Heartbreak.
Why does Avyaansh want revenge? Why is he using Shanaya? What hidden secret still needs to come out. Will he ever realize his love for her? Or will she ever be able to forgive him?

"Mmm... Tyler... I can't take it anymore..."

My wife's sexy best friend panted heavily in my private training room, her previous tough talk completely gone.

"Giving up already? We haven't even started." I grabbed her tiny waist, flipped her over, and pushed her back into the set. "Again. We're nowhere near done."

Lexton Alfacht lives in shadows—ruthless, untouchable, and haunted by a deadly mistake. The man he killed in a brutal turf war was more than a rival… he was his best friend.
Drowning in guilt, Lexton retreats into solitude—until Aurora Vernon shows up at his door.

Beautiful, defiant, and dangerously tempting, Aurora is Gamaliel’s younger sister, carrying her brother’s final wish: that Lexton protect her. She doesn’t know the truth—that the man she now lives with is the one who stole her brother’s life.
And Lexton intends to keep it that way.

But Aurora is fire in his cold world. Her presence ignites a desire Lexton never expected to feel again—raw, possessive, and forbidden. As her innocence teases his restraint, and her trust threatens to unravel his secrets, Lexton finds himself in the one war he’s not sure he can win: the one between guilt and want.

When the truth erupts, Aurora is forced to face the man who destroyed her past... and awakened her deepest desires. Will she run from the man who broke her heart—or surrender to the one who’s already claimed her body?

Katherine Riley thought she found the love of her life when she meets Nile O' Hare. They move on to marry and immediately start a family, even though Nile's father disapproves of their nuptials. Life is sweet for the newly weds until their world comes crashing down when Nile lost his life in a horrific accident.
Katherine is now a single mother, left to raise her twins by herself. She struggles at first, but with help from her parents and friends, she becomes a successful bakery owner.
Reconnecting with Nile’s family was never in her books, but after she gets a letter from their lawyer informing her of her children's inheritance, she decides to pay them a visit.
Being in the hometown of her late husband stirs up the memories of her past, reopening her old wounds. When her children see her crying in the dark one night because she misses their father, the two little rascals decide to play Cupid and go on the hunt to find their mommy a new husband.
They stumble unto a handsome man who fits their checklist, Aiden Windsor, a billionaire CEO with a stone-cold heart but a soft spot for children.
The twins show him a picture of their mother and demands for him to take her out on a date. Intrigued by their boldness, he decides to play into their demands, not knowing that Katherine will be his forever after.
But will Katherine lower her guard and fall for the man her kids secretly chose for her?
Let us find out who will fall first in the Husband Trap.

Damon Salvestre was a one-woman-one-man type of person. He does not engage in cheating or flings. He feels that a man should not enter into a relationship until he is prepared to marry the woman he loves. He was dedicated and faithful to his girlfriend, with whom he had been in a relationship for three years. He was all set to marry her. But things took turn for the worst when his fiancée cheated on him with his cousin.
Damon was even more enraged to find that his cousin was planning to marry a stranger after wrecking his relationship with his fiancée. He intended to snatch the latter's fiancée, exactly as he had done to him.
His plan of revenge was challenged when Roseana Fuentebella, his cousin's fiancée, entered his life. His goal was forgotten when he saw her heart-shaped face, her olive complexion that glows in the sun, and when he ran his fingers across her delicate skin. All he could think of was holding that frail woman in his arms and being with her.
Will Roseana's love for Damon be enough to forgive him when she discovers he just used her for his revenge, or will their love that blossoms out of hatred end in tragedy when lies and deception come to light?

In the southern summer, the air hung heavy with the scent of overripe peaches.
Yet that cloying sweetness couldn't mask the near-frenzied hunger of women crowding Grandma's shop—pushing, shoving, desperate for a slice of peach pie priced at ten thousand dollars.
I never understood why this tiny shop drove countless women into such frenzy, even to their knees, begging.
Until that summer night, when Auntie slipped into the basement.
Through the darkness came her muffled moans, mingled with strange wet sounds...

The spring semester at the Academy had barely begun when Mother's enchanted letter burst into flames on my desk, that familiar acrid smoke already filling the air.
The smoke swirled and her voice emerged, sharp with anxiety:
"Cecilia, have you found a human man yet?"
"Less than a month left before we must present our tribute to the tribe. Noah is your own brother—can you really stand by and watch him die?"
Surrendering Noah meant certain death.
Over eighty Medusa females in the tribe were of breeding age. Noah had been frail since birth, his scales pale as paper.
If he were dragged onto that cold stone altar to serve as a breeding tool, he wouldn't survive the first night.
But where the hell was I supposed to find a human man?

Gabriella was a poor and innocent girl. She lived alone in a house that's inherited from her parents. Until one day, the house was destroyed by the Quebracha Company. When she met with the CEO to protest, an incident occurred.

"You, lecherous man! Are you not satisfied with destroying my house? So, you took my virginity?"

"Confess it! You purposely held your house to block our project, then now you're tricking me to sleep with you. What's your real intention, huh? Who paid you?"

Max Evans, the successful and handsome young CEO, accused her of being a messenger woman.

What happened next? Could Gabriella earn the CEO's trust? Or even his heart and love? Would those people realize that they were both framed?

Seven years ago, Emerald Hutton had left her family and friends behind for high school in New York City, cradling her broken heart in her hands, to escape just only one person. Her brother's best friend, whom she loved from the day he'd saved her from bullies at the age of seven. Broken by the boy of her dreams and betrayed by her loved ones, Emerald had learned to bury the pieces of her heart in the deepest corner of her memories.

Until seven years later, she has to come back to her hometown after finishing her college. The place where now the cold-hearted stone of a billionaire resides, whom her dead heart once used to beat for.

Scarred by his past, Achilles Valencian had turned into the man everyone feared. The scorch of his life had filled his heart with bottomless darkness. And the only light that had kept him sane, was his Rosebud. A girl with freckles and turquoise eyes he'd adored all his life. His best friend's little sister.

After years of distance, when the time has finally come to capture his light into his territory, Achilles Valencian will play his game. A game to claim what's his.

Will Emerald be able to distinguish the flames of love and desire, and charms of the wave that had once flooded her to keep her heart safe? Or she will let the devil lure her into his trap? Because no one ever could escape his games. He gets what he wants. And this game is called...

The trap of Ace.

"This is completely inappropriate, Mr. Bennett."
"Inappropriate?"
"I'm Blake's girlfriend, and you're his uncle."
Ethan pulled her onto his lap in one motion, biting her lip gently. "Break up with him, be mine."
After finally ending their three-year forbidden relationship that no one knew about, Olivia Reed escaped abroad. Five years later, when she returned to Los Angeles, Ethan buried his face in the crook of her neck: "I only let you go once. Now that you're back, don't think about leaving again."
It was just a chance meeting, yet she could never escape his grasp. It turned out everything had been his long-planned scheme.

Hillary:
I just got a new job working for my fiance's older brother, Bentley Brown.
Bentley's reputation precedes him. He's arrogant, rude, and full of pride, all because of his devastatingly good looks and the company he started at twelve that made him a billionaire by twenty-seven. But he is also hot, charming, intoxicating and he has this dangerous pull that can drag you straight to your ruin.
I hate my new boss. He gets under my skin… and under my dress too.
Bentley:
Hillary unhooks her bra and lets it fall to my desk. I love the sight of it, of my secretary's pretty purple bra on my desk, heavy breasts spilling out in front of me, her pink nipples taut and needy.
Goodness gracious. She's going to make me lose my mind.
CONTENT WARNING: Contains & depicts strong degradation kink.

Julia Moes, a 24 year old woman who happened to have a fiance named Robin Ash, was forced to join the strongest mafia pack in the world after she heard that her man was kidnapped by one of the mafia in the country.
Pretending to be a man and joining every black mission carried out by the terrifying mafia group, she was secretly getting special attention from the mafia boss. He thought she was strange, a new member who had no name, suddenly slipped in with its skills. In the end, Kay Harvey–the leader of the mafia became curious. In particular, he secretly followed Julia’s movements, until finally he found out that Julia was a woman.
Kay remained silent, pretending not to know the fact. He continued to observe and find out the reason the woman sneaked into one of his members. And knowing that Julia really wanted to sneak into the basement, Kay gave her the opportunity.
Julia’s high hopes were dashed when she found out the reality that almost drove her crazy, the fiancé she had been looking for, to the point where she had to disguise herself as a man and risk her life to sneak into a mafia gang, had actually married another woman.
Behind her downfall, Julia was faced with Kay’s sudden change of attitude. The mafia boss continued to oppress her, until finally Julia’s identity was revealed in front of many people. But strangely, Julia was not killed by Kay, the man instead forced Julia to marry him and suddenly Julia became the wife of the most cruel mafia boss in the world.
So, will Julia take revenge on Robin? Or will she just enjoy her life as Mrs. Harvey?

In a suburban election season lit by police strobes and viral outrage, assistant district attorney Karen Hale is cast as the perfect villain when a little girl is found dead beside a swing set. As edited videos, staged grief, and buried secrets close in, Karen uncovers a chilling web of paternity, manipulation, and murder—where playgrounds, rain-slick streets, surveillance logs, and a child’s empty swing become the battleground of a dark domestic thriller.

"Strip!" he ordered.
"No way am I doing that!" I spat back defiantly.
"Well then... If my little wildcat wants to play house... Be my guest, sweetheart!" His tone was dripping with mockery as he began closing the distance between us with calculated steps.
My eyes widened in horror at what he brandished in his right hand. He was holding a pair of gleaming scissors!
"Your body is absolutely breathtaking, my dear wife. I can't wait to explore every inch of you." His tongue darted out to wet his lips in anticipation.
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] BSDM. NO CHEATING!
My wedding was a day I looked forward to the most throughout my teen.
I couldn't contain my joy at the prospect of marrying the man who had been the object of my affection for such a long time—my future husband. But who would have thought I was merely a naive girl believing we shared similar emotions?
My entire world came crashing down when my wedding night turned out to be the most horrifying night of my whole life.

Carina is the Soul, one of the last members of a perishing race chased across space in search of a refuge.
Ishaan is a planetary councilor, tasked with the examination of the new species.
But when sparks fly between them and the evil finds them, what choice will they make to save everything?
Love in an Open Hand is created by Mia Davis, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Hello, My name is Spare, yes as in a spare tire kinda thing. I'm not allowed to interact with the family unless they want to teach me a lesson. I know all the secrets of this pack.I don't think they are going to let me just leave either, I don't want to go missing like a lot of girls have been lately. It doesn't matter though because I have a plan to get out of here. That is until one night at work, I found a naked man lying on the floor in the room I was about to clean.
You know what they say about making plans?
"You make plans and God laughs."

Hi! I am Avereign Hannah Fuentez, the daughter of Harold Fuentez, a Prosecutor and Innah Fuentez, a Surgeon. My mom and dad are not divorced but they both decided to be separated. The reason why? Well, I don't know! I really don't know. I don't know who between them did something wrong.

I was just a kid when my parents got separated. I thought it's just because my dad is always busy with his clients that's why he's not coming home but I'm wrong, there's happening something that I didn't know, a sin done by one of them that made them reached that point, a separation.

They say memories stored in our brain could be sometimes forgotten, but then the heart does not forget. Because our heart always remembers, the heart recognizes our beloved when our brain couldn't. the same place where they met. And funny how destiny works, they met again just like how they first met, accidentally bumping with each other.
Zhanaia's heart was filled with joy, she couldn't contain her happiness and jumped to hug Dion, not wanting to let him go again. But all the hope in her shattered when Dion pulled away from her embrace and asked her,
 "I'm sorry, miss, but... who are you?"

"Victor, stop. I came here for therapy—not to ruin my marriage."

Arthur had assured me his college buddy Victor—a single personal rehab therapist built like a gladiator—would cure my chronic back pain. But then Victor straddled me on the therapy table, his thick, hard cock scorching through thin fabric as it ground against my soaked pussy. All the while, Arthur's voice echoed from the speakerphone:

"Do whatever it takes to fix her. I trust you."

I caught my husband sleeping with my sister, so I burned it all down.
The fire burned fierce, swallowing that abandoned cabin in the woods, along with my shattered marriage.
With the stench of gasoline still lingering on my fingertips, I thought I had finally buried the man who betrayed me.
Until the next morning, when he walked through the front door without a single scratch.
My mind reeled.
If he was still alive... then who the hell did I burn to a crisp last night?

I accompanied my husband, Kieran, down to the Antarctic station’s underground quarantine zone to rescue an ice-bacteria sample at negative forty degrees. Halfway there, he asked me to fetch some data. I was gone for exactly three minutes. When I came back, he had vanished.
The institute staff told me I had gone insane, wandering the halls searching for a husband who had been dead for three years.
They called Kieran’s mentor, Dr. Reiner. Through the phone, the old man wept, swearing that Kieran had fallen into the deepest ice rift in Antarctica three years ago. Not even his bones were recovered.
Branded a lunatic, I was thrown into a sealed bio-containment pod twenty miles away. I became a human guinea pig. Under endless rounds of experimental drugs, my organs failed one by one until I died on that cold metal table.
Then, I blinked. Kieran was standing right in front of me, rushing me to the lab...

Sweet Zhanaia Camince works as a tourist guide every vacation since her hometown is one of Switzerland's tourist attractions, and so meeting new people with different stories to tell is not new for her.
One time as she walks to the cobbled street of Old Town, she accidentally met Dionysus Dausel. A tourist who happened to be her client for a month or so. As these two spent time together and as they come to know each other, an unfamiliar feeling grew inside them. Would they give these feelings of them a try if Dion has a Brain Hemorrhage and is in the condition between life and death?

My husband fell in love with another woman and wanted a divorce. I agreed.
Getting divorced was easy, but getting back together won't be so simple.
After the divorce, my ex-husband discovered that I am the daughter of a wealthy family. He fell in love with me again and even knelt down to beg me to remarry him.
To this, I had only one word: "Get lost!"
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I took time out of my busy schedule to come back and celebrate my husband's birthday, only to accidentally learn from my daughter that my husband had been maintaining intimate contact with his first love.

My husband still loved his first love and had been secretly involved with her behind my back.

Even though I had given him an adorable daughter, his heart was never with me!

What's the point of continuing a marriage without love?

I chose to leave!

But after I left, he seemed like a completely different person, starting to care about me in every way and wanting to win me back!

It's too late!

Kai Zang only plays trash games. So when an old forgotten game asks him to pick a difficulty, of course he chooses Hard Mode.

Now he's trapped in Veridia with a floating system screen and a smelly, talking beast that won't shut up.

The system says he can go home—but first, he must tame 34 beasts of increasing rarity.

It didn't say how hard.

It didn't say how long.

And it definitely didn't say the beasts would fight back.

I smile like someone on the edge of violence. "Oh, that's what you're worried about? Relax, I planned for this. I worked overtime for months. All three jobs approved my time off. My bills are paid. My cats are fed. My soul is moisturized. I'm free, Mike."
He shakes his head slowly. "Yeah… no. I can't take you with me."
"What did you just say?" I ask, suddenly forgetting how to breathe through my nose.
"You can't come," he repeats, avoiding my eyes.
I cross my arms. "You promised, Mike. Two years ago, you said you weren't qualified. Then you got promoted, but last year, you went alone. You said you'd take me this year. You promised."
"You need to understand me, dear. I already promised to take someone else. I can't break my word."
"Oh. But you can break your word to me?"
"You're my future wife," he says, tone so rational I want to scream. "We're getting married in six months. You should be understanding, Winter. Do you really want your husband to look bad in front of people?"
I stare at him like he's grown two extra heads. "Mike. Who are you taking?"
He doesn't flinch. "Your cousin, Olivia."


Winter thought the worst thing was being replaced with her cousin… until she crashed the company's luxury retreat, almost drowned, and woke up pretending to have amnesia—right in front of the man who humiliated her.
Now she's stuck playing fake fiancée and sharing a room with a sexy stranger who clearly hates her guts… but can't stop staring at her lips like he wants to ruin her.
With an ex who suddenly cares way too much, her dream career on the line, and revenge heating up faster than the resort's hot tubs, Winter is about to turn heartbreak into the most unforgettable comeback of the year.
But there's just one twist: her fake fiancé is actually the new billionaire chairman of the company… and he's falling for her, hard.

I was reborn. My younger brother stole the woman who had lost her leg and was blind, thinking he had seized the throne of the apocalypse.
He didn't know that her power in her past life stemmed from the pendant on my chest—which contained a fountain of life.
This time, I'm not a savior. I'm handing the spring over to the nation.
The Pentagon has given me a new designation: National Assets.
While the younger brother was being beaten up by his neighbor for a half-empty can of cola, the National Guard's superhumans had already begun clearing out the infected.
He called, his voice hoarse: "Her superpower is only enough to chill a glass of cola... You tricked me?"
I hung up the phone and went into the lab.
"What's the extraction rate of the spiritual spring water today?"

"I'm on a business trip. I'll be home in two days."
That's what my husband told me before he stopped answering my calls.
That same night, our son was rushed to the hospital.
While I sat beside his bed, terrified and alone, I discovered a truth my husband had spent years hiding.
One lie led to another.
The deeper I dug, the less I recognized the man I'd loved for ten years.
He thought I would keep believing him.
He thought I would never leave.
Most of all, he thought everything he took from me would stay his.
He was wrong.
Because while he was busy protecting his secrets, I was gathering the truth.
And when the day finally came, I didn't just walk away from my marriage—
I made sure he paid for every lie.
This time, I'm not fighting to keep what we built together.
I'm taking back everything that was mine.

Torn from her home, ripped from the arms of her mate, and dragged across the border by soldiers who see omegas as spoils of war—Lyanna learns quickly that survival in the enemy kingdom demands silence. So she becomes deaf and mute, or so they believe. It’s the only shield she has.

But captivity brings two terrifying revelations:
She’s pregnant…
And she’s overheard a plot to assassinate her own king—an act that would end the war in the enemy’s favor and doom her people forever.

When the conspirators realize their “helpless captive” knows too much, the hunt begins.

Desperate to return home and warn her kingdom before it’s too late, Lyanna flees into the wilderness—only to collide headfirst with Elias, a sharp-eyed enemy alpha whose loyalty to his crown runs bone-deep.

Elias should turn her in.
Elias should question her story.
Elias should not—under any circumstances—offer protection, companionship, or the warmth of his cloak on cold nights.

But the longer they travel together, the more lines blur: duty, desire, loyalty… and the impossible pull neither of them can ignore.

Two kingdoms at war.
A secret that can reshape the world.
And an omega whose unborn child might just be the spark that lights every fuse.

She ran to save her kingdom—
but somewhere along the road… she found someone who makes her want to stay.

"I will take everything from you," my half-sister whispered as my husband, Colton, drove a blade into my chest. "Your love, your life, everything."

I died in a pool of my own blood, betrayed by the only family I had left. But instead of eternal darkness, light burned into my eyes.

I woke up standing in a luxury restaurant, looking down at Colton kneeling before me with a velvet ring box.

It was the exact day he proposed.

Armed with a second chance and burning for vengeance, I smirked and looked past him. "I'd love to marry," I announced to the stunned crowd, "but not you. You don't mind me being your aunt, do you?"

With those words, I walked straight into the arms of Colton’s powerful, enigmatic billionaire uncle—Richard Asher.

In the captivating tale of "Doll of His Hands," Amara's world is forever altered when she unexpectedly finds love in the arms of the person who once kidnapped her.

Filled with spine-tingling suspense and heart-melting romance, this unique story unravels the complexities of their relationship, testing the boundaries of trust, redemption, and the power of the human heart.

Amara, a young woman plagued by the trauma of her past, stumbles upon an unlikely connection with her captor, whose name is shrouded in mystery. As their paths intertwine once more, a magnetic attraction draws them closer, defying the logic of conventional love stories.

Will Amara succumb to the haunting memories and fear that still haunt her, or will she dare to embark on an emotional journey that challenges everything she thought she knew about herself?

As secrets unfold and the tangled web of their shared past is gradually revealed, Amara must navigate a treacherous landscape of emotions, torn between the forbidden desire she feels for her captor and the need for self-preservation. With every twist and turn, danger lurks in the shadows, threatening to extinguish the fragile flame of their forbidden love.

"Doll of His Hands" takes readers on a rollercoaster ride of conflicting emotions, where suspense intertwines with the undeniable allure of romance. It explores the transformative power of love, forgiveness, and the extraordinary capacity for the human spirit to heal and find solace in the most unexpected of places.

Brace yourself for a gripping narrative that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page, as Amara's journey of self-discovery reaches its startling climax.

Men have babies and women have fun.

In this alternate reality world, it is the men bear the responsibilities of unprotected sex while women spread their seed carelessly as they enjoy the ability of washing their hands of any consequential offspring.

(Warning: Mature Content)

The world isn't as populated and there's more whining and complaining about the aches and pains of the "nesting" process.

In this era of universal awakening, I've drawn the most tragic "BOSS" route.

For the sake of my fiancée Celine's guild, I signed an exclusive binding agreement. For four whole years, I was treated like an ATM for loot drops, and was mercilessly killed 2173 times.

When Celine led 137 elite members of her guild, armed with a permanent kill item, to stab me in the heart, preparing to dig out my core to pave the way for her new love, she thought she was about to usher in the supreme glory of being the first to kill me on the entire server.

But what she didn't know was that the hidden max-level reward for the BOSS route was "system administrator privileges".

The sword tip stopped at my chest, freezing time across the entire server. I looked at the greedy traitor before me, smiled, and pressed the "Level Reset" button.
"Sorry, this game is now in my hands."

Strip away god-tier equipment and wipe out max-level accounts. This time, I will bring down the reigning number one in the entire server, making him start from level 1 in the newbie village and personally pay the price for those two thousand bloody battles!

My fiancée Chloe dumped me, a veteran, for Seth's multi-million dollar fortune. As she left, she threw $100,000 at me with contempt in her eyes.
Little did I know that while I was using the money to stockpile weapons and food and upgrade the steel fortress, she and Seth were squandering it all in their luxurious villa.
Seven days later, the zombie outbreak occurred. I was enjoying steak and red wine in the fortress, while that despicable couple was slapping each other over a mouthful of dirty water in the ruins.
Thanks to my ex-girlfriend's generous sponsorship, I lived like a king in the apocalypse.

I never imagined that the most humiliating secret of my life would be laid bare in a flimsy tent in the middle of nowhere.

Even less did I imagine that the person witnessing my unraveling would be Sebastian. He’s the CEO of a top-tier conglomerate, my direct boss, and, most damningly, my ex’s stepfather.

A freak accident left us stranded in the jungle late at night. Inside that cramped, suffocating tent, the air felt scorching, almost unbearable. Worst of all, in my rush to leave, I’d forgotten to bring the medication that suppresses my “craving disorder.”

When that sickening desire surged through me like a tidal wave, when his body heat pressed against my back through his shirt, I could only bite my lip hard, teetering on the edge of shame and instinct.

“Mr. Blackwood, please… stay away from me.”

The floodwaters rushed into the basement, trapping my sister Isabella and me in the surging currents.

My brother, a former Navy SEAL, smashed through the window. Without a second of hesitation, he secured the rescue rope around Isabella.

"You're a good swimmer, figure your own way up! Isabella can't take the cold, I have to get her out first!"

He abandoned me and turned to hoist the rope, accidentally kicking away the only wooden crate keeping me afloat.

Once Isabella was pulled up, she reached down and slid the outer latch, deadlocking the only vent grate.

The floodwaters instantly swallowed me whole. Mud and debris violently surged into my mouth and nose. I was drowned alive.

I met him the first chance at freedom I had. He was the boy from the rival team, and I was the coach's daughter. And like the naive child I was, I followed him to the backseat of his car.

An hour later, he kicked me out and left me in the driveway of a stranger's house. I wouldn't have done it if I knew I would get pregnant.

Five years later, he came back.

Landon Rhodes and I grew up together, both dreaming of becoming top chefs. But I knew he was the one with a palate kissed by God.

So when Rowan Stone, this street-rat punk, got her claws into him, I took the drinks, the smoke, the slaps for him. When he wanted to skip the National Young Chefs Competition to stay with her drunk ass, I dragged him back to the culinary lab.

He won the championship, got recruited by a three-star Michelin restaurant, graduated and made millions. I became the most invisible prep cook in his kitchen.

Until Rowan wrapped her car around a pole during one of her episodes, and he lured me into a basement.

"This is all your fault! If you'd minded your own damn business, she'd still be alive!"

His foot came down on my right hand. Bones cracking. My fingers ground to pulp.

All those 5 AM trips to the fish market for him. All those nights watching stock simmer for forty-eight hours straight. All the praise he soaked up at final practicals. My sacrifices, and all I got in return was his hatred.

"These worthless hands that can only cut vegetables deserve to rot in the ground with her."

The pain swallowed me whole.

When I wake up again, I'm back to that afternoon when he said he was going to the bar to find her.

This time, I won't stop him.

Sandra Williams has never been one to walk on the wild side, at least not until she meets Jake Smith, a cocky and sexy wrestler at her father's gym.

“You've got to be kidding me...”
Rolling his eyes he scoffed “just say yes. I know you need the money.”
He wasn't wrong there, but I had a feeling I was going to regret this.


Deidra wanted to have a normal college experience just like everyone else, but the last thing she had anticipated was her fourth grade bully to come running back into her life asking her for help. Inheritance clauses, last-minute wills, and a free ticket for her undergrad years to be paid in full?
What more was there to say, except that Wes wasn’t someone easy to work with.
He was more likely going to be more trouble than the money is worth.

It Had To Be You is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

As if being sold as a slave wasn't enough, she has to bear the ruthless alpha king a heir which she does,but in his absence, because she had to run to save her life and that of her babies.

Years later, she returned but not as the pathetic little girl that she was. she is now a woman sort after by many alphas and he would have to fight them all to win her back.

When Hazel Ellington was twelve, her father brought home a orphan from England named Caden Durham, and her lonely world cracked open. They grew up tangled together — best friends, sworn enemies, and something neither of them dared to name. Then, the night she turned eighteen, Hazel finally gave Caden all of her. By morning, he was gone. No letter. No goodbye. Just an ocean of silence and a father who forbade his name.

Six years later, her father is dead — and Caden is standing in her house again, taller, colder, inked with secrets, and impossible to read.

But grief is the least of Hazel's problems. James Ellington was no ordinary man; his empire has roots in the city's underworld, and his will leaves everything to his "male heir" — a loophole that pits Hazel against the one man she swore never to forgive. They have one hundred days to decide who takes the throne. Rival families circle, hungry for Ellington blood, and someone wants Hazel dead before the clock runs out.

Some loves are a war you're born into. Some are a cage you were never meant to escape.

Follow this dark romance of forbidden bonds, stolen crowns, and real love that transcends it all.

Last time, she chased the “true love” a corporate spy sold her—publicly branded me controlling, stole my core tech, and helped him shove me off a rooftop.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back before it all began.

This time I didn’t expose her, didn’t confront her, and didn’t beg her to stay. I set the trap—watched her come close again, test my limits, and steal the “core technology”…

Until the stolen code blew up the rival company, until she was unmasked in front of the cameras and taken away in handcuffs.

Through tears, she demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner he was a corporate spy?”

I answered only, “I did. Last life.”

Five years ago, to save his life, I endured the pain of breaking up with him, leaving only the words "I'm going to marry a rich man" before vanishing from the world.
Five years later when we meet again, he has become a powerful mafia boss who commands wind and rain, while I'm just a small secretary struggling to make ends meet.
He hates me for being materialistic and heartless—tearing up my contracts, destroying my job, setting up an inescapable net, forcing me into a corner with nowhere to run, vowing to crush me mercilessly under his feet.
He thinks I've long since married into wealth and live a life of luxury;
But he doesn't know that the daughter I bore him is timidly asking me: "Mommy, when will Daddy come see me?"

Seven years ago, I was Velmoor City’s youngest surgeon. A bloodied nursing assistant knelt at my feet, weeping that her thug boyfriend was going to beat her to death. I gave her my guest room.
On her chemo bed, my mother gripped my hand, begging me to kick that woman out. I said she had nowhere else to go.
Later, I caught her wearing my pajamas in my own home. Then, I caught her and my husband naked in his office. Immediately after, a fatal medical error was pinned on me, and my medical license was revoked.
My husband looked at me arrogantly and said: I can liquidate everything I own to settle this for you. On one condition—divorce.
What he didn’t know was that I was pregnant. On the day of the divorce, the judge read out the division of assets: $26.30.
Seven years later, I took a catering gig at a billionaire’s mansion. Less than half an hour into the banquet, his seven-year-old daughter pointed at my seven-year-old daughter. “She stole my ten-million-dollar diamond necklace!”
I looked up and finally recognized him. The billionaire was my "bankrupt" ex-husband. And the woman clinging to his arm, dripping in diamonds, was the nursing assistant who had once knelt at my feet.

(She's my niece. I know this is a line I should never cross.)

The first time we met was at her grandfather's funeral. She was trembling in black lace, and all I wanted was to pull her close and never let go.
The second time, she showed up at my door soaking wet, the night her fiancé shattered her. I peeled the wet clothes from her skin and told myself I was just being a good uncle.
I lied.
The third time, she whispered we shouldn't. I swallowed every word right off her tongue.
The fourth time, she stopped pretending she wanted to leave.
What she doesn't know is that every favor had a price. Every touch in the dark was a thread, pulling tighter. Every rescue, another lock on the cage I built just for her.
When she uncovers the truth between her fiancé and her stepsister, something clicks.
The obsession. The possession. The way he owns her and calls it love.

She's felt this before.
Because the man who swore to protect her plays the very same game — only he plays it in her bed, and he's far, far better at it.