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A Historical Pirate Romance

On the humid banks of Georgia, Avangalee Stirling lives imprisoned behind lace curtains and polished silver. The firstborn daughter of a wealthy cotton plantation owner, her future has already been stitched into place like embroidery on a wedding veil. She is to marry a cruel banker twice her age, securing her family’s fortune.
But one moonless night, a feared pirate known only as the Black Ghost storms the river estate.
No one knows the Black Ghost is truly Daniel Reed, heir to one of the wealthiest families in Charleston. By day he belongs to high society. By night he commands the deadliest pirate ship on the Atlantic coast.
And when he steals Avangalee from her bedroom balcony, he accidentally steals the one thing he never intended to take.
His heart.

She was born into a cage of blood and lies.
Selena Rossi knows two things: her mafia don father’s empire is built on corpses, and her mother’s killer walks free.

He’s the ghost in her nightmares.
Rook. Her father’s deadliest shadow. A name whispered in fear. An assassin without a face… until he’s forced into her light as her 24/7 bodyguard.

Mutual hatred is their shield.
Trapped together as bullets fly, Selena sees the flicker of pain behind his ice-cold eyes. He sees the crack in her armor. When chaos erupts, a savage, stolen kiss ignites a fire neither can control.

Then she uncovers the truth.
Security footage. A masked killer removing his disguise.
Rook’s face.
Pulling the trigger.

Her world shatters. Trust bleeds out. She vanishes into the night, leaving only betrayal behind.

Three years. Three lifetimes.
Selena is a ghost now too. But her father’s empire is crumbling. Enemies close in. A senator is dead. The FBI’s net tightens.

He walks back into her war.
Rook. Broken. Haunted. He carries a digital bomb – evidence that could save her family… or bury them.

“Your mother’s death wasn’t my mission. It was my damnation.”
But the shadows hold darker truths. The real puppetmaster pulls the strings.

As bullets tear through a warehouse of ghosts, loyalties shatter.
Her father faces a traitor’s gun.
Rook takes a bullet meant for her.
A recording holds the key to salvation… and damnation.

He thrusts the evidence into her hands.
“Save them… or let it burn.”

Sirens wail. Blood pools. One choice remains.
But the deadliest secret isn’t who pulled the trigger.
It’s why the gun was loaded.

Justice has a price. Is love the bullet… or the shield?

In a world where the technological ceiling was reached decades ago, Elias Thorne is a man
stuck in the gears of a failing industrial city. That changes when he interfaces with The
Architect, a cryptic, neural-linked system that provides blueprints for technology that
shouldn't exist for another century.

The world is steeped in dark magic, where every individual possesses a fragment of power, but its strength varies greatly. Society's harsh judgment hinges on this magical ranking system, establishing a brutal caste hierarchy that determines one's place, opportunities, and wealth. Our heroine, Daisy, hails from the slums, born to a mother who once survived as a prostitute, each of her children fathered by unknown clients. With their mother now incapacitated by a curable disease and unable to provide for them, the family's desperation mounts. Daisy, the eldest sibling, takes on the perilous role of a pest hunter, earning scant coins by ridding local businesses of rats and pigeons, all while desperately seeking a way to save her family from starvation and disease.

When rumors of a mystical menagerie belonging to the high nobles reach her ears, Daisy resolves to risk everything. She embarks on a treacherous journey to the distant menagerie, stealing rides on carts and foraging for food along the way. Navigating the heavily protected forest that surrounds the menagerie proves challenging, but Daisy cleverly follows the small rats she once hunted, slipping through cracks in the wards that guard the enchanted realm.

Inside, she searches for creatures that might grant her a boon in exchange for her help in escaping their captivity. Yet, she soon becomes prey herself, hunted by fearsome beasts that threaten her very existence. In her moment of desperation, she hears a voice in her mind offering an escape—an opportunity to bond with a powerful creature. As the ground shakes violently and the tree erupts in chaos, she unwittingly frees an enormous dragon, dark red and nearly black, which devours the manticore in an act of vengeance for its long imprisonment.

Rebecca Westmore is a happily married woman with a loving husband. But she soon finds herself neck deep in debauchery of biblical proportions. But unbeknownst to her, her husband has a few skeletons in the closet too. What will happen when the couple’s secrets are laid out for all to see?

My names Chad, I'm the proud owner of the latest sex industries newest club. It's a place where men come to get their dicks wet, a place where they're safe to act out their most desired fantasies. And they're in luck because my girls are filthy little tarts that love a good rooting!

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"Fuck yeah!" He groaned loudly as he continued to thrust in my mouth.

"Tell me you love it." He panted. "Tell me my cocks big and you want it."

"I fucking hate it! Your cocks about as small as my little finger and you wonder why your wife won't touch you." I mumbled with my mouth full of dick.

He's so fucking high on reaching his climax he didn't even bother to pull out. So I'm free to mumble whatever I like. His cock jerks once, twice, and I know he's about to cum. I go to pull away, but he forces my head further towards him and cums in my mouth.

"Swallow it, you little whore!" His body trembling from his orgasm.

I fucking hate the taste of cum and refuse to swallow. Cum flows from my lips, down my face.

His hands move from my hair down to my jaw, he squeezes his hand and forces my mouth open.

"Thought I fucking told you to swallow." He growled as he scoops his semen up with his fingers and forcefully sticks it back in my mouth.

I clamp down on his fingers with my teeth. He howls like a little bitch and I uppercut him right in his saggy nutsacks.

Chads gonna be pissed! I'm not too worried, especially when he asks me for a kiss and I give it to him willingly, knowing I've just sucked dick and haven't brushed my teeth yet.

Daisy - Her parents sold her as a child to gain money, and locked into a life under contracts she finds herself sold from one owner to the next.
Her final owner: Dean, uses her in a way none of her previous owners have, and his gambling addiction has the whole house of slaves moving from city to city. Their final stop is in the Devil's city, and there is where Daisy first meets Demitri Devil, and he learns that Dean is not the man that his brothers want in their city. However, Daisy isn't weak and isn't afraid to fight for what she wants.

Demitri Devil - Meets Daisy at a brothel, where he pays extensive amounts to have her. Only once in the room, he isn't after sex, instead, he asks her why she is doing it, telling her there surely is another way. He never goes there to buy women but to try to show them they can survive another way. Only he is stunned to find out Daisy makes no money from her time in those rooms. The second time he finds her there, she looks ready to drop and surprises his brothers when he arrives home with her for the night.

Marcello Devil - He told Demitri he was crazy for bringing her home and buying her for the night to give her a break. Only he goes one further and he finds her in another business, he offers her a week away from Dean. Dean is all too pleased to take the money.

Calix Devil - Seems to be the only one making his brothers realise they can't keep paying to keep Daisy for the weekend to get rest, but that goes wrong when they decide to buy her whole contract.

Working in the Sex Industry isn't always what it's cut out to be. Some find love, like to cause chaos and others just simply try to get away with murder.
Six lives, one book and an endless rollercoaster of fun!
Amar lowers our hands, removing the gun from my grasp and he waits for Vanko to re-enter the room, passing him the murder weapon to dispose of.
I feel Amar turn away from me and I turn to face him, wrapping my hand around his arm.
When he comes to a halt and looks down at my hand, ""What now?"" I ask him.
"You are free to leave." He says as he elevates his gaze to mine, staring me directly in the eyes."

Crystal. An orphan who lost her parents at a very early and tender age got the chance to be the secretary of the ruthless billionaire who's name was Red.
She disliked him and he didn't like seeing her around him but then tragedy struck. Red was attacked by someone and he went into coma at the spot. He followed his body to the hospital and when he got there, he discovered he was going to die soon.
He didn't like the fact that he was going to die without knowing who killed him and then he went to his company. The first lady he saw was Crystal who happened to see and hear him speak.
What would happen to the two individuals? Would any human believe that crystal isn't a lunatic? Would Red get his revenge just like he desires? How? Would he fall in love?
Find out as you read more on Falling For His Ghost.

I was "Ghost," the undefeated legend of the underground racing circuit. To uncover the truth behind the tragic fall that left my sister, Sylvia, in a coma, I disguised myself as a timid, pathetic scholarship student and infiltrated Spencer Academy—an elite world ruthlessly ruled by old-money families and the hockey dynasty.

I thought my petty revenge was flawless when I slashed a bully's tire with a razor blade hidden in my sleeve. But I was caught red-handed by the academy's most feared predator: Rowan King, the "Tyrant of the Ice."

He was Sylvia's rumored boyfriend. More importantly, he was the last person to see her that night.

With a single glance, he shattered my "good girl" facade. He knew my true identity as the street racer "Ghost," and he knew exactly why I had sneaked into his school.

I should have treated him as my prime suspect. But between his fiercely dominant advances and his reckless, deadly protection, he was making my heart race entirely out of control...

We always hear about the jinn's love for humans, we have never heard of Anas, who loves jinn

But this is what happened in that novel

Nermin, the heroine of my novel, is a girl of medium height, with curly hair, attractive eyes, the color of the sky, her skin as children, and only to her parents.

Her father died and her mother kept working to raise her. She graduated from a law school, and her hope was that she would become a great lawyer and compensate her mother for all the hardship she had experienced in her life.

Nermin used to love watching jinn movies and reading a lot in them, which made her let us see what happened

WARNING: This book is sorely for erotica and BDSM lovers. Don’t have other thought! Yes, It’s smut story but not what you are thinking bro. Each chapter of this Diary are fiction stories of diverse sexual landscapes of characters.
Imagine this as reading someone’s diary but not just one person…. You know what I mean? As this book unfolds, several sexual escapades that got you as the reader recollecting some great memories. I mean wet memories.
This book is not written to scorn or abuse anyone, LBGTQ or Straight, this book doesn’t judge anyone its sorely for entertainment purposes. Imagine reading a high school girl diary of how she fucked her nerd professor?
Just imagine the scene, PS… This is not for children, too hot to handle for nerds too… only a psycho can hop on…..

Since fifth grade, Bea had harbored a deep crush on Thyago, despite the unfortunate fact that he was dating her cousin, Elena.
Thyago was not only the good Mayor's son, but he was also the sole heir to a multimillionaire business tycoon. On top of that, he held the prestigious role of captain of the football team, making him the object of affection for countless girls on campus. Encouraged by her friends, Bea made an effort to befriend Thyago, eventually succeeding in getting closer to him. As a hopeless romantic, she poured her emotions into a diary, only to have her secrets exposed when Elena discovered it, leading to her humiliation in front of the entire campus. To make matters worse, Thyago distanced himself from Bea upon learning about the diary. Despite her attempts to explain, Thyago shattered her heart by insisting she stay out of his life.

Eight years later, their paths unexpectedly crossed once again. Thyago Williams, now a highly sought-after bachelor and renowned as a ruthless and cunning billionaire in the business world, happened to become a VIP client at Bea's firm. Maintaining professionalism, Bea set aside their past and endeavored to work with him ethically. However, to her surprise, Thyago began openly expressing his attraction and desire for her, displaying an aggressive and vocal pursuit. Being vengeful, she rejects him many times but the cunning billionaire never accepts no for an answer. Resorting to kidnapping and blackmail, he forced her into marrying him, offering her something she couldn't refuse. With all this deceit and manipulations, should she marry Thyago and risk her heart against the possibility of another heartbreak?

Selena didn't have a good life in her previous life. After her rebirth, she believed that her future life would be better than relying on others by relying on the mysterious spring water she accidentally obtained and the skills she mastered in making perfume, essential oils and various balms.

But why does Lucio, her broken-off fiancé, always stare at her? Is he still brooding about what he said when he broke off the engagement?

Selena: Why would you marry me if you don't like me? Do you want to use this threat to retaliate against me?

Paranoid Lucio: Why is Selena always avoiding me and why is she running away from marriage?

This is the story of a delicate and independent woman who was severely bullied by her powerful and fierce fiancé after she got married~

He was once the leader of the "Birds of Prey," a legend that made mercenaries worldwide tremble in fear. Now, he returns as an "ex-convict," hoping only to protect the wife and daughter he lost four years ago. What greets him, however, is the betrayal of his family, the humiliation from financial magnates, and a deadly conspiracy targeting his daughter. As bullets and power intertwine, he gently touches his trembling daughter’s forehead, then turns to crush his enemies’ luxury cars and dismantle their dark empire. This time, he is no longer a prisoner—he is the world’s sovereign, making the world remember fear once more.

My roommate provoked a demon, dragging me into a deadly hunt. Eerie mirror visions and ominous warnings kept coming. Just as I was on the verge of breaking, I discovered my roommate was hiding a shocking secret—and my being hunted was never an accident.

Kai Voss was the perfect weapon, a ghost assassin forged by the shadowy organization known as The Veil. He lived by one rule: complete the contract and disappear.

Until the night they slaughtered his wife and young daughter.

Framed for the murders and hunted by the very people who trained him, Kai rises from the ashes with a single purpose: vengeance.

Armed with nothing but a growing list of names, a rogue hacker ally, and skills sharpened in blood, he wages a one-man war against The Circle — a cabal of untouchable elites who control governments, weapons, and the future itself through Project Eclipse, a terrifying neural control program.

As Kai cuts through the layers of power, he uncovers a devastating truth: the man who raised him as a son, the legendary Ghostmaker known as Reaper, orchestrated the hit on his family. And the deadly title of Ghostmaker is now his by succession,whether he wants it or not.

With every kill, the line between hunter and monster blurs.
With every betrayal, the stakes rise higher.

In a world where loyalty is currency and power devours the innocent, one broken ghost must decide:
Will he burn the empire that created him…
or become its final, unstoppable ruler?

A pulse-pounding tale of brutal revenge, shocking twists, and a man who refused to stay buried.

BOOK 1 OF THE OBSESSION SERIES.
(MATURE CONTENT)

“I hate you,” I spat, my chest heaving, my voice shaking. The words burned on my tongue, but they slipped out anyway, as if saying them could hide how much my body trembled in his grip.

Isaiah smirked, that dark, wicked smile that once made me weak, now only made me furious. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear.

“No, Church girl,” he murmured. “You don’t hate me. You hate that you still want me.”

His thumb pressed hard against my clit, slow, ruthless. My lips parted to curse him, but only a broken moan came out.

Before I could breathe, he shoved his thick fingers inside me. My knees buckled and I grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to hold on, to keep myself from falling apart. The filthy sound of him moving inside me filled the room, every thrust dragging me closer to the edge.

“I’ll show you,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine. “You were mine then. You’re mine now. You’ll die mine.”

I wanted to scream that I despised him, that I would never forgive him. But my body betrayed me—breaking apart as I came hard around his hand, my soul spilling into his touch. And he only smiled, dark, knowing and sinful—like the devil who had always owned me.
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She was the pastor’s daughter. He was the devil’s son. Ten years after leaving her at the altar, Isaiah Cannighan returns—not as the boy she loved, but as a ruthless mafia king. On the day she tries to marry another, he kidnaps her, dragging her into his dark world where hate and desire collide. She swears she hates him. He swears she’s his. And in his world, there is no escape—only possession.

His father died broke and broken. Zed Chen knows who's responsible.
One race. One torn mask. Now the Iron Wolves know his face — and their VP is the one holding his debt.
Dax Steele doesn't look like the enemy. That's what makes her dangerous.
She wants him to race for her club. He wants answers about his father. Neither of them planned on needing the other to survive.
But the deeper Zed rides into her world, the more the story he grew up believing starts to crack. His father wasn't just a victim. Dax isn't just a villain. And the people they're both after won't stop until one of them is in the ground.
Fifty thousand dollars brought them together. The truth might be the only thing that keeps them alive.

I was hired to steal a billion-dollar serum.

Instead, I ended up protecting its creator.

Katherine Hawk.

The beautiful CEO who trusts no one.

Now mercenaries, spies, and killers are flooding into Los Angeles for what she created.

Bad news for them.

Because I'm Ghost.

And protecting people is much easier than killing them.

To the rest of the world, I was just a blue-collar "oil rig worker" battling the sun and storms at sea year-round.

But my true service record is locked deep in the Pentagon’s top-secret archives. Codename: "Ghost"—a specialist handling the military's deadliest black ops overseas.

The day my final mission ended, I pushed open my front door filled with anticipation, only to be greeted by a floor pooled with blood and smashed furniture.

An untouchable syndicate had beaten my wife black and blue and abducted my seven-year-old son, threatening to harvest him for the black-market organ trade.

Right now, safely holed up in a subterranean fortress, the arrogant syndicate boss is hiding behind multi-ton blast doors and dozens of hired guns, scoffing at the "cowardly" husband who only knew how to cry to the cops.

What they don't know is that, just a few minutes ago, I permanently shredded that disguise.

Let the hunt begin...

You can't outrun your past, not even aboard the Ship of Dreams....
Meg never dreamt she would find herself aboard Titanic, dressed in the borrowed clothes of her lady-in-waiting, hiding from her family, running from her haunting past. Now that she finally has the opportunity to escape it all, she realizes the man she has been engaged to for three years is also aboard the ship. Their marriage was arranged by their fathers long ago, and since they've always had the Atlantic Ocean between them, Meg is able to continue her charade. However, if Charlie discovers her true identity, she will end up breaking his heart all over again. And the more time Meg spends with Charlie, the more she realizes she's made a terrible mistake; she never should have ran away from him to begin with.
Will Meg find a way to reveal her true identity without destroying their blossoming relationship, or will her last chance at true love end up in the abyss?
Also includes the sequel, Residuum, about life in New York City after Titanic, and a prequel, Prelude, about Meg and Charlie's life before they boarded that fateful ship!
Author's Note: The ghosts are metaphorical and refer to the female lead, Meg, and her haunting past.

Hidden her whole life, Brynn never knew she was born into a war debt that never ended.
Jaxon was raised to collect that debt.
But when his wolf recognizes her as his mate, the rules change — and so does the cost.
Love could free her.
It could also condemn everyone she cares about, including him.

WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents.

He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending.

Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend.
But it's his stepdad who sees the real me—
wet, needy, and aching to be ruined.

One look. One whisper. One filthy promise.

And just like that…
I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy."

This isn't just sex
This is sin
And it feels so damn good to be a sinner.

Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy.

This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release.

And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies.

Join the ride, if you can control the heat.

"Citizens, come forth and celebrate the deathly marriage of His Highness, Shin Wang."
The loud announcement outside the bridal palanquin startled him awake,
pulling him out of slumber and plunging him into confusion.
Mingzhe, once a revered Snow Deity, had lost his divine power
as faith in the modern world withered.
He awoke in the body of a doomed male servant,
forced to marry a ghost bride in his master's stead.
Dread and gloom smothered the entire bridal procession.
An unsettling chill emanated from the manor, sending shivers through all who entered.
Even the attendants' faces were laced with unease.
The wedding venue was engulfed in chaos…
But Mingzhe?
He wasn’t afraid of a little chaos—only of being bored~♡
Well then!
Marrying a malicious spirit might just add some thrill
to his post-deity retirement life.

At my ex-wife's century wedding engagement banquet, she pointed at my nose and humiliated me publicly: "A waste of space who lays bricks, get out!"
Her wealthy new lover pressed my face hard into broken glass and forcibly dragged away my desperately crying five-year-old daughter.
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, drew the "Ghost Mark," and dialed the Pentagon hotline that had been dormant for five years.
Three seconds later, twelve Black Hawk helicopters shattered the dome, and a special task force descended from the sky. A two-star general, amid the terrified gazes of the assembled elite, saluted me with a thunderous: "Ghost Commander, troops have arrived as ordered!"
My ex-wife, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, instantly collapsed to the ground.

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

“You’re my wife now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In my last life, my younger brother made a contract with an S-rank ghost, but it turned out to be completely useless, while I contracted a B-rank ghost, the Starving Ghost, which could not only devour monsters but also consume other awakened humans' ghost servants to evolve.
Under my protection, my family went from scavenging for scraps to living in a luxury mansion inside the government safe zone.
But on the eve of a ghost tide attack, I was prepared to stay behind and defend the base while sending my parents, my sister, and my younger brother away first.
Instead, they killed me, all to take my Starving Ghost so they could have an easier time surviving on the road.
After I died, they didn't even have time to tame the Starving Ghost before it devoured every one of them.
When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the day we formed our ghost contracts, and this time, my younger brother chose the Starving Ghost.

The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock over my head. With sweaty palms and terrific faces, five gurneys are wheeled towards the emergency rooms by the late night doctors. Even though their mouths are shut tight, I can hear millions of inaudible sounds coming out of them. Each of the gurneys are being wheeled by two personnels, and each time they pass me by, i peer into them to see the victims' faces clearly because I can not see them from where I am.

The first face I see is badly disfigured. It's got a big mark from the forehead down to her upper eyelid, her lips are charred and her jaw is almost totally detached from the rest of her face. Hot drops of blood trickle down her head to her chest and her dress is soiled. She looks like she is no longer breathing and just as the ambulance pass by me, I see something in her hands-A red neck piece. She is clutching it tightly like it is her whole life. My red neck piece. Yes, this victim is my only sister, Jamie but I do not cry. I mean, I always want to cry but I can't. So my face is firm and peaceful, but I am screaming inside me. My legs are hitting the air and I'm ripping my hair inside of me, but outside? I am standing tall. Somehow, with all the swiftness as they pass by me, her hands shake and she loses hold of the red neck piece. As thick and shiny as my hair, our hair(hers blonde and mine black). It falls from her hands and drops at my feet just as soon as the second ambulance approaches me. I bend to pick up my red neckpiece-the one thing that binds my sister and I together but whoosh...it is air. I can see it on the cold tiled floor but when I try to pick it up, it is not there.

I know what you are thinking!?
That this is a beautiful Lycan Love story. I am exactly not in the right mood to tell you how absolutely wrong you are.
Beautiful? It's not a word I am sure is related to me. Love? I am not entirely sure if I can say I have ever experienced that. Lycan? I have not even been given the luck of being that. What can I even really say I am? Even I lack the right answer to this question. All I know is that right now, I am wrapped around Jacob's back as he runs through the thick forest, blood trickling down my face, his heart beating so fast like it's about to burst open, and am sure he is probably praying to the mother goddess that we do not get caught as he runs with me on his back.
Me?
I am Number 28. No. That is not the name my mother gave me, it is my identity in the pack I come from. I am a Doulos, meaning Slave. No, I am not a slave actually, I am a slave of slaves. Slaves are permitted to keep their birth names, but Doulos, we are identified by numbers, worst than slaves, servants to slaves. We are the lowest rank of shame in the pack, and I, I am one of them, No. 28.
I may have been free once, a noble perhaps, but that may have happened while I was in my mother's womb, and my father was still alive. But everything changed the day I was born. I was told my father died in battle the day I was born while disobeying the Alpha and leading a thousand plus of the packs finest soldiers to death.
My birth name is Ianna Evar, and this is my story beginning from two weeks ago!

Violet loses her parents as a young child and is brought up by an elderly aunt. As she approaches her 17th birthday her life is turned upside down when her Aunt tells her that the life she has built with her must end - she has to go and learn about the background of her father. Secrets have been kept and those secrets turn Violet's life on it's head!

Not only does she have to accept that her father wasn't who she thought he was, but she too, is something she didn't even realise existed! It seems a whole plan had been in place for if something happened to her parents, including learning of her heritage and all it means.
So, Violet is sent to Autumn Moon Pack, where an elderly relative of her father's still lives to give Violet chance to be surrounded by others like her. In truth, she plans to learn what she needs to learn what she needs to and leave to live alone like her father before her.
But will meeting the handsome Beta, who seems quite taken with her, change her mind? And could there be yet more secrets to be revealed?

When the Whites went bankrupt, Katherine was "sold" by her ex to tycoon Alexander for $1M. He trapped her, took her nightly but ignored her, clung to his childhood sweetheart, and spied on her — until a study diary revealed his 12-year unspoken love behind the cold control.

For most, anime is just a hobby. For others, it is a sanctuary—the only escape from a harsh, disappointing, and often depressing reality. This is the story of a devoted fan, a "Shut-in NEET" who has turned their back on the real world to find life and meaning in the stories of 2D characters, manga, and games.
​But the lines between fiction and reality are about to vanish forever.

​When a mysterious Angel appears with a divine decree, our protagonist is plucked from their room and thrust into a literal Fantasy World. This isn't just a dream come true; it is a Mission. Given a second chance to truly live, they must now navigate a land filled with magic, peril, and wonder—armed only with the knowledge of countless anime tropes and a will to survive.
​Can a person who spent their life hiding in stories finally become the hero of their own? In a world where the stakes are real and the magic is dangerous, the ultimate challenge isn't just completing the mission—it’s learning how to finally belong.

​The story follows the life of a dedicated Anime fan (an Otaku) who feels disconnected from the harsh realities of the real world. Seeking an escape from depression and personal problems, the protagonist finds solace in anime and dreams of experiencing magical or extraordinary events. It explores the psychological boundary between fiction and reality, reflecting on people who isolate themselves to live within their imagination

The luxury cruise ship in the high seas had become a floating steel coffin for the beautiful CEO and me.
Just a door away, the corridor was teeming with slithering, tentacled Mimics. The wet, crunching sounds of them chewing on raw flesh were enough to make anyone’s scalp go numb.
Inside the pitch-black storage cabin—measuring barely three square meters—the usually aloof and untouchable Ice Queen of the corporate world was so terrified she had her flawless body pressed desperately against my chest.
In this extreme claustrophobia, her scalding body heat generated a fierce friction against me in the face of absolute despair.
"Keep me alive. Everything I have... is yours."

I never knew my parents. Never knew what it means to be loved. All I have ever known was pain, and death. The death of every man I was trained to put in the ground.

I was an orphan nobody came back for. And that made me easy to mold into an assassin that hunts and kill criminals.

My agency buried me inside a life that wasn't mine — a foster family who never knew what was living under their roof.

I cooked during the day, moved around like a servant, and at night, I killed. Everything was smooth, until my foster family's greed pulled them into business with the most dangerous criminal organization on earth, and they took me with them.

There was no walking away from that world. And there was no hiding in it either.

My path collided with one of the most feared Don alive — Xavier Carlos— a man who has never lost anything he decided to keep. And the moment he saw me, he decided to keep me.

He had no idea I was sent to destroy criminals like him. But I had a problem, he wasn't like the other criminals I had killed. He was a criminal with a heart only I could see, and the more I spent time with him, the more I wanted him alive.

But that is not even my biggest problem anymore. His stepbrother, who was also his second in command became obsessed with me in a way that scares me more than Xavier ever could.

Xavier wanted everything, Lucas wanted me. And he will burn everything down, including Xavier, to have me.

So that leave the biggest question, will I kill Xavier? or would the two brothers end up destroying themselves over me.

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"Bite me." Chase Sterling's whisper was a blade against my skin.

I should pull away.
I should hate him.
But my wolf is howling yes while my heart screams no.

"Say stop," he breathes against my pulse, "and I'll stop."

Liar.

We both know he can't stop.
The bond won't let him.

And neither can I.


Ten years ago, they found my father with his throat torn out
on Silvermoon land.

The Sterlings called it "trespassing."
I called it murder.

They gave us hush money and a warning:
Keep quiet, or the Beta's daughter is next.

So I learned to be invisible.
To swallow my rage.
To survive.

Until someone slipped a note into my locker:
They lied about how your father died.


Chase Sterling.

Future Alpha. Golden boy. Untouchable.

The moment our eyes met, the bond snapped into place—
a collar I never asked for, a chain I can't break.

He says he didn't know.
He says his father is innocent.
He says he'll help me find the truth.

But every time he touches me,
I feel my father's blood on his hands.


Now I'm trapped between two impossible choices:

Accept the bond and betray everything I am.
Or break it—and lose the partner who can prove
my father's killer walks free.

The worst part?

When Chase whispers "mine" against my skin—
I want to believe him.

"You've been staring at me all night," I slurred, my voice thick with tequila and heartbreak. "Either it's creepy, or you like what you see."

"Look, handsome," I leaned in closer, the bar's dim lights blurring around us. "I've had a really shitty day. Want to make it better? I'll pay for your time—I've got plenty of money."

His eyes widened, but then he reached out, wrapping my hand in his warm, strong fingers—gentle in a way that felt strangely comforting.

"Olivia," he said, his deep voice hitting me like a forgotten memory. "Do you know who I am?"


I thought I had guys all figured out. Until a cheating bastard destroyed that confidence completely.

In a fit of vengeful rebellion, I picked up a stranger at a bar. Got drunk, got laid, got wild for one night.

The next morning, I was ready to make my graceful exit—until I saw the face on the pillow next to me.

Blake. My childhood frenemy who'd been MIA for years, the same asshole who always said I'd "never learn to read people."

Even worse? He had the audacity to come begging for dating advice on how to win over some girl.

"Who's the lucky target?" I asked, forcing myself to sound casual.

"Just a friend," he dodged.

My mind immediately went to Sophia—that girl who'd been circling him since middle school with her not-so-subtle hints. Of course he's still hung up on her.

So there I was, gritting my teeth while dispensing "female psychology" and "perfect pursuit strategies,"

when he suddenly took my hand and pressed it against his chest, "Don't you get it yet? Can't you figure out who I'm trying to pursue?"

Maybe every love story starts with a complete disaster—but what if this mess is exactly where our story was meant to begin?

I'm Jane—until I discovered my marriage was built on lies.

The hotel penthouse door stood ajar as I approached.

"Your wife is so pathetic," she moaned breathlessly, her voice echoing from inside.

My breath caught as I pushed the door wider, revealing my husband with another woman pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside her.

"Does she even know how to satisfy you like this?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back.

Lucas gripped her hips harder, his voice rough with desire: "Jane was always just part of the plan. You're the only woman who sets me on fire."

My phone slipped from my trembling hands, exploding against the marble floor like my shattered heart.

This time, I refused to be the victim.

I demanded a divorce—but Lucas had orchestrated every detail to keep me trapped.

Just when despair consumed me, Ethan Quinn appeared like salvation in a thousand-dollar suit

"Get divorced. I'll help you. One condition—marry me," he whispered.

The most powerful man in New York wanted me? A discarded wife?

But as Ethan protected me fiercely and Lucas begged desperately for forgiveness, the shocking truth emerged:

‘Ethan had been searching for me for twenty years.’

‘I was the little girl who once saved him from hell.’


"You pulled me out of that nightmare," Ethan's eyes filled with intensity. "I've spent my life becoming worthy of saving you back."

The scared boy became the most powerful man in the city.

His love wasn't coincidence—it was destiny.

Some people arrive like answered prayers you never knew you were praying...

Three years into our loveless marriage:

"Julian... what would you do if I got pregnant?" I asked, clinging to a foolish hope.

He thrust hard, his release hot between my thighs.

"You? Bear my heir?" His laugh was ice-cold. "A maid's daughter could never be worthy of Sterling blood."


I'm Elena—the maid's daughter who dared to love Julian Sterling.

He's the ruthless heir who married me for revenge.

"You're nothing but a gold-digging whore,"* he whispered. *"Did you really think I'd ever love someone like you?”

He used me. Broke me. Made me beg for scraps while he paraded his first love through our home.

That night, I stood on the bridge, staring at the dark water below.

I'd lost everything. My mother. My dignity. My will to fight.


Five years later, in a crowded shopping mall:

My daughter tugs at a stranger's sleeve.

"Mister, will you help me find my mommy? I got lost."

The man freezes, staring down at her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His voice sounds broken.

"Lila! What's yours, uncle?"

"Julian."

Minutes later, he's walking toward me with my daughter's hand in his, his face drained of all color.

"Elena."

My name on his lips sounds like agony.

Before I can respond, he's crossed the distance between us. His arms wrap around me with desperate strength.

"God, you're alive. I thought—" His voice cracks. "I'm so sorry—"

He leans down, his lips seeking mine.

My hand moves on instinct.

The slap echoes through the mall.

"Excuse me?" I step back, ice-cold, pulling Lila behind me. "Please control yourself, sir. Do we even know each other?"

"You're pregnant, Miss Camellia." The doctor's gentle voice hit me like a thunderbolt.

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug deep into my palms. "That's impossible..."

"The blood test and ultrasound results are both very clear."

I shoved my chair back abruptly, the harsh scraping sound echoing through the room. That night of lost control came flooding back like a nightmare—the silhouette of a stranger in the dim room, desire ignited by drugs, and...

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, biting my lip guiltily.

How could I have forgotten to take my birth control pills? Being too busy with work was no excuse. I had promised that spoiled rich boy I would handle the aftermath... What now?


I'm Camellia Frost, CEO of NexaCore Technologies, the iron rose of the business world.

Richard Bloom is my sworn enemy—that carefree playboy heir.

A trap someone set led to our night together, and worse yet, I got pregnant.

The Bloom family pressured for marriage, and to save my company from bankruptcy, I had no choice but to accept this cold transaction.

I thought his heart belonged to someone else, that we were just strangers bound by mutual interests.


However, as we began living together day and night, I was shocked to discover:

This "wastrel heir" actually has a hidden identity unknown to everyone...

He's not the cynical playboy he appears to be on the surface, but rather...

What caught me even more off guard was that this supposedly cold contractual marriage began to change its flavor.

"Camellia, why are you ignoring me today?"

"Why do I want to see you every single day?"

Wait... why has my contract husband become so clingy after marriage?!

Is this still supposed to be that cold, ruthless business alliance?

My name is Lorelei, and I once had the perfect life—until I lost everything overnight.

My ex-husband destroyed my mother's company, my grandmother lay dying in the ICU—and when I had nowhere left to turn, Dante Ashford appeared.

This ruthless billionaire offered me a devil's bargain: become his secret mistress in exchange for his help.

I told myself we were from different worlds, that I shouldn't fall.

But beneath his icy exterior, in those rare moments of tenderness, I couldn't stop myself from plummeting into the abyss.

Until that scandal broke—when he threw me to the wolves without hesitation to protect his fiancée's reputation.

In that moment, the truth became crystal clear: after all this time, I meant nothing to him.

I was just a disposable tool.

So I left.

I locked my heart away.

Four years later, this once untouchable, cold-hearted man is on his knees before me, eyes filled with desperation and remorse, his voice hoarse with pleading: "Don't marry him, Lorelei. Please... give me one more chance."

But as the buried truth between us slowly surfaces, I discover that from the very beginning, our relationship was wrapped in lies.

Can I ever trust this man who has hurt me again and again?

I am Vera, forced to marry the ruthless mob boss Viktor Quinn.

Years of one-sided devotion have finally extinguished the love I once held for him.

"You will never be worthy of carrying my child," he once vowed. If he discovered I was pregnant, he would personally ensure I aborted it.

But I was already months along.

One night, an assassin cornered me in a dark alley: "I'm here to take your life and your child's!"

I barely escaped. But the question haunted me—who sent him? Was it Viktor?

An accidental flight change saved me from a plane crash that killed everyone on board.

To the world, Vera Quinn died in that disaster.

Viktor went mad searching for my body.

Six years later, I've rebuilt my life as Maya Pierce, a renowned jewelry designer—and a mother.

Then I was kidnapped.

One day, I was mysteriously kidnapped.

When the hood was ripped off my head, I froze.

The person standing before me made my heart stop.

The one behind all of this turned out to be...

The cool air rushed between us, making me shiver. "I've felt it since I first saw you in the mountains."

"Then why are you fighting it?" I pushed, getting bolder. "Why pretend it was a mistake?"

My name is Lyra, Princess of the Starscale Realm, bearer of the Star Goddess's purification gift.

I thought I'd found my destined soulmate—until I met Kael.

From the moment I saw him, something felt different.

Wrong. Right. I couldn't tell which.

All I knew was that I was drawn to him like water to the moon, desperate to get closer, to understand the storm raging behind his eyes.

But Kael pushed me away as often as he pulled me close, leaving me confused and aching.

Then I discovered why: my family supposedly slaughtered his entire Storm Dragon clan in a brutal massacre.

I don't believe my father capable of such horror. I can't. So I made Kael a promise—I would uncover the truth and clear his family's name, no matter the cost.

But everything changed when my "destined" soulmate betrayed me, shattering the bond I thought was unbreakable. In the aftermath of that devastation, my longing for Kael intensified until I could no longer deny it.

Kael is my true fated mate. He has to be.

But after one soulbond failed me so catastrophically, how can I trust another? How can I believe in destiny when it's already led me astray once?

Then we discovered something that changes everything: Kael and I aren't just drawn together by fate—we're the only ones who can stand against the Void. Only our combined power can seal away the darkness threatening to consume our world.

And as we dig deeper into the massacre, the real truth finally emerges: the killer was never my father at all. Someone else orchestrated the slaughter, someone who's been manipulating us both from the shadows...

Now, caught between love and hatred, trust and betrayal, destiny and choice—can we find our way forward together?

I spent weeks planning this trip. Every detail carefully arranged for one purpose: to confess my feelings to Arthur—Julian's older brother, the boy I'd been secretly in love with since childhood.

But he showed up with a girlfriend.

That night, drunk and reckless, I did the most absurd thing—I kissed Julian. The troublemaker who'd been my nemesis since we were kids, the one I swore I'd never give the time of day.

But what happened next was even more absurd.

This winter every time he came close, my heart raced out of control. I started noticing the curve of his smile, the undisguised heat in his eyes when he looked at me.

Those habits that used to drive me crazy now made my heart flutter. My feelings for him became dangerous, complicated—like a storm I couldn't escape.

"Eleanor, are you avoiding me?" He blocked my path.

He suddenly pressed my wrist, trapping me between the wall and his body, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered, "You finally see me..."

Just when I thought everything had settled, Arthur began closing in. He suddenly acknowledged my existence, his gaze burning with intensity, as if the moment I let go was when he truly saw me.

"Eleanor, we need to talk." Arthur stopped me.

I tried to escape in panic, but Julian wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me tightly against him. His arms were firm as iron, his lips brushing my hair as his voice dropped low and dangerous:

"She's mine, Arthur. You're too late."

"Are you afraid of me?" He said, dropping his hand from my arm and wrapping it around my waist.

"I-I d-don't, I-I c-can't." I struggled to speak but I couldn't get any words out.

He let go of me and raked his hand through his hair.

"What is it about you?" He asked and grazed my cheeks with his fingers lightly. "Sorry birdie but I can't stop myself anymore. I'm going to kiss you now.”


Emily Chesterfield is a shy and innocent nerd. Her life changes drastically when she begins her junior year. She attracts the attention of the school's bad boy and billionaire's son, Ace Hilton. However, that is not all as she also attracts the attention of a criminal syndicate. What happens when she falls for the bad boy who is trying to keep her safe from the criminal syndicate?

Five years. Five years I gave everything to Paxton Sterling—my heart, my body, my wolf's soul. I built his empire as Chief Strategy Officer while wearing his mark like a badge of honor.

Then she came back.

Layla—my pure-blooded half-sister with her perfect smile and poison tongue. Within days of her return from Europe, Paxton was ready to throw me away like yesterday's news.

"I want to sever our bond, Freya. Lyra is my true mate."

Wrong move, Alpha.

He thinks I'm just another submissive mate who'll quietly disappear. He's forgotten I'm a mixed-blood Alpha who's been playing nice for far too long. While he's busy playing house with my backstabbing sister, Lucas Morgan—the most dangerous Alpha in the territory—is making me an offer I can't refuse.

Paxton wants to discard me? Fine.

But he's about to learn that some women don't just walk away—they burn everything down on their way out.

I'm done being the good girl. Done being the perfect mate. Done hiding what I really am.

"It was a mistake! I apologized already," feeling so terrified as I moved backward.

"You should have known me better than this, little sparrow," He chuckled deeply, his gaze fixed on me.

"Lucas please!" I cried, now stopped by the wall as my heart beats faintly.

"Don't worry it's just a little game, you and I will play, you'll love it, little sparrow," He smirked.

I knew this was a trick, Ben lied when he said he wouldn't hurt me and I stupidly fell into the trap.

Now, I was alone with him and in his room.

I think this is the time for me to announce my funeral...

"Strip!" His cold voice snapped me out,as he stared at me with a deadpan expression while I gazed at him in ultra shock.


Camilla Evans is a gentle nerd in her finals at Watermark Highschool. As a nerd, the stereotypical notion of her wearing thick rimmed glasses, out-of-vogue clothes and shoes which were eighty percent of the time, twice her size still stands.

Having been at the bottom of the food chain in Watermark Highschool, Camilla was liable to predators and the most annoying one of them all went by the name, Lucas Liam.

Camilla had no idea why the hottest guy in school would even spare her a glance not to mention actually spending the whole day bullying and teasing her to no end.

Could there be something else to these false acts of bully and teases from Lucas?

Find out what happens when the Cheerleader, Jenny Layton put Camilla's life at stake?

Will she be able to handle all the torments she's passing through especially when her mum died and her sister left her behind?

"I, Kiara Vane, reject you, Alpha Liam!"

Kiara was the Westland Pack’s greatest joke: a blind, wolfless Luna married to a man who loathed her very existence. Pushed to suicide by her own twin sister’s betrayal and her mate’s cold-blooded cruelty, she was meant to be a forgotten footnote in history.

But the history books lied.

Cassandra, a feisty 21st-century student with a sharp tongue and a heart of steel, finds herself sucked into the cursed pages of an ancient text. She wakes up in the past, inhabiting the body of the "Dead Luna" under a blood-red moon.

But there’s a catch: this version of Kiara can see. And she isn't crying for mercy anymore.

Alpha Liam is a monster who swore to destroy the pack's traitors to avenge his mother’s death. He expected a broken, sightless girl he could easily crush.

Instead, he finds a defiant queen who looks at him with mockery instead of longing… a woman who seems to know his secrets before he even speaks them.

As Cassandra navigates a world of silver blades, ancient witchcraft, and a mate bond that burns with a dangerous new hunger, she has only one goal: make them all pay.

But as the "wolfless" girl begins to show the heart of a dragon, the predator slowly becomes the prey.

Liam is no longer looking for revenge… he’s looking for the woman who stole his soul.

But one question haunts the entire pack:

If the real Kiara died that night under the red moon… then who… exactly… is the woman wearing her face?

"We must stop!" She breathed out and removed her wrists from his hold. She straightened her dress and began to walk away.
"How long do you think you'll be able to run away from me? I'll catch up to you eventually." He replied.

There was an ominous demonic glare in her angelic eyes. They said she was nothing but the darkness, a living embodiment of terror. She was the assassin, roaming across centuries, killing and hiding. She had known blood and death her entire life, but what she didn't know was that the biggest battle awaited her, one with her soul and her mate.

Lycan Prince Aiden, heir to the Kingdom of Werewolves, the fated Alpha King. Everything would change after he found her, his moon-blessed Luna. Would he be ready for the storm and darkness brought along with her? Meant to bend himself to her will and desires, both of their fates will be twisted into unexpected accord.