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"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?"
Once upon One Night Stand in Milan, Italy-
He snuck out in the morning before she woke up. And when she finally woke up, she couldn't remember who the stranger was she had a one night stand with.
Years later, they still couldn't get over each other. He turned into a womanizer to forget her and she remained single, because she couldn't get the One Night Stand out of her head.
They both break their heads to find each other. He is in search of the girl that stole his heart during a One Night Stand and she is for the guy that made her fall in love.
But as the saying goes: "What's meant to be, will find its way back."
Will it be that easy?

FBI Agent Kate Morrison thought she'd left her painful past behind. After years of struggling to prove herself in a male-dominated field, she's finally earned respect as one of the Bureau's top investigators. But when a series of ritualistic murders rocks the city, Kate discovers that some cases cut deeper than others.

The killer isn't just targeting random victims—they're hunting people with rare supernatural abilities, people like Kate herself.

Enter Agent Ryan Blake, the Bureau's golden boy with secrets darker than his perfect smile. Assigned as her reluctant partner, Ryan seems to know more about the murders than he's letting on. As their investigation deepens, Kate realizes the corruption runs straight to the heart of the FBI itself.
Someone she trusts is feeding information to the killer. Someone is using her abilities to track down other victims. And someone has been watching her far longer than she ever imagined.

With each body that drops, Kate grows stronger—but so does the target on her back. She must learn to embrace the supernatural gifts she's spent years hiding, even if it means trusting the one man who could destroy her.

Because in a world where betrayal comes from those sworn to protect, sometimes your enemy is the only one you can trust.

The day I died, I found a locked box in my husband's closet.

Inside were thirty years of lies.

Gray Reed saved my life when I was eight. Everyone said I owed him everything. At eighteen, I gave him my college applications to "help revise" - he was my guidance counselor. He told me, "Livy, you're not competitive enough. Stanford's too hard. Consider community college instead."

I believed him. I stayed in our small town, took over the family Mexican restaurant, married him. Thirty years later he died, and I discovered the truth—

He photocopied my entire application and gave it to his first love, Elysia Hunt.

She used MY application to get into Stanford. Built a Silicon Valley empire on MY life.

While I spent thirty years trapped in this town, married to the man who stole my future.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back in September 1995, first week of senior year, eighteen years old—

This time, no one steals my dreams.

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

"I don't know who moved first. But suddenly my mouth was on his and I was kissing him like I was oxygen and he'd been drowning...I didn't even know his name."
I'm Harper, and my life exploded the day I caught my husband with my best friend.
He handed me divorce papers like I was disposable.
So I ran to LA, got drunk, and let a stranger make me forget I was ever a wife.
One night. No names. No rules.
Just the kind of heat that sears itself into your bones.
I thought I escaped it when I slipped out of his bed before sunrise.
I was wrong.
Because at my next job interview, he's sitting across from me, the stranger from that night.
Hardin Wolfe. Billionaire. Cold. Dangerous.
"I've been searching for you," he tells me, and my entire body remembers him.
I need this job to rebuild my life.
I need revenge on the people who destroyed me.
But working for Hardin means late nights, closed doors, one hotel room on business trips...and a man who doesn't understand the word no when it comes to me.
I try to keep my distance.
He gets closer.
Too close.
Until one night on a work trip, I stop fighting it—and everything between us ignites again.
Then I miss my period. The baby could be his. Or it could be my ex-husband's from our final, toxic goodbye.
Now my ex wants me back. Hardin is hiding a secret that could break me all over again. And I'm carrying a child who might belong to the wrong man.
Revenge tastes sweet. Desire burns deep. And loving either of them might destroy me.

In the kingdom of Kingdom of Valedria, the greatest tragedy was the disappearance of a princess.
Eighteen years ago, the infant daughter of King Lucien Auremont and Queen Seraphina Auremont vanished during a bloody night of fire and betrayal. The kingdom mourned her death.
But the lost princess never died.
Raised under the name Eva Laurent by a humble bakery family near the royal capital, Eva grows up far from silk gowns and jeweled crowns, unaware that royal blood flows through her veins.
Until fate drags her into the palace she was born in.
Forced to work as a servant beneath glittering chandeliers and watchful nobles, Eva becomes entangled in dangerous royal secrets—and in the path of the one man she was never supposed to meet.
Prince Cassian Valmont.
The cold and devastatingly handsome prince of Kingdom of Asterra arrives in Valedria for one purpose:
To marry the kingdom’s beloved royal daughter, Lady Rosalie Valeir, and unite two powerful kingdoms.
But before Cassian ever saw the palace…
he met a mysterious girl in the forest.
Eva.
Now trapped inside the palace walls, Eva must hide her growing feelings for a prince destined to marry another woman, while whispers of a forgotten prophecy begin surfacing through the kingdom.
Because someone inside the palace knows exactly who she is.
And he has been waiting for her return.
Behind sacred prayers and holy robes, Lord Darius Valthor watches from the shadows—guarding ancient secrets stained with blood, obsession, and forbidden darkness.
The moment the truth about the lost princess is revealed…
crowns will fall,
kingdoms will burn,
and hearts will be destroyed.
For in Valedria, love may be the most dangerous secret of all.

"F**k! You're so thick... give me every inch of that beautiful cock."
The voice echoed through the villa just as moonlight spilled across their faces.
Blond hair. Damp and messy.
My brother.
My body froze as if my heart had stopped beating. My lips went numb as I whispered their names.
"Nikolai...? Hunter...?"
Reva came to the luxury year-end retreat hoping for a fresh start. With her company covering a week in a stunning seaside villa, she thought the trip might help mend the cracks in her marriage.
Instead, she wakes up alone after a wild night of partying and follows strange sounds through the dark house.
What she finds destroys her world.
Humiliated and shattered, Reva nearly makes a fatal decision—until she is saved by the last man she ever expected: Dr. Levi Price. Her boss.
A brilliant neurosurgeon and the cold, untouchable heir to the powerful Price medical empire.
When Nikolai shamelessly flaunts the affair and hands her divorce papers, Levi offers a shocking solution.
"We'll pretend to be dating, Let him see that you're not the one who lost."
Reva knows it's reckless. Dangerous.
But she says quietly, "It's the craziest thing I've ever done. But let's do it. Let's show the bastard something he never imagined he'd ever see."
A fake relationship between boss and employee should have been simple.
Just a performance.
But as they play lovers at glamorous parties, snowy Aspen nights, and beneath glittering Christmas lights, the line between revenge and desire begins to blur.
Because Levi Price isn't pretending as much as he should be.
And the longer the lie continues, the more real it feels.
What happens when revenge turns into obsession and fake love starts to become something neither of them can walk away from?

Elara Voss is a prodigy in ancient art restoration. When her father is framed for destroying a priceless artifact, she is desperate with no other options but to turn to Kieran Blackwood—who controls the city’s art empire. Kieran initially sees her as nothing more than a tool, offering her a contract: her freedom in exchange for her father’s, confining her to his mansion as his exclusive restorer. But as he watches her focused dedication while restoring art and her unyielding defiance to stand up to him, he gradually begins to soften. He makes exceptions to keep her for dinner and silently brings her warm drinks when she stays up late. The contract that was once meant to bind her gradually becomes his excuse to keep her, and before he knows it, he has already fallen in love with this girl who shines even in his shadow.

She stole my wedding. I stole her future.
On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins.
So I did what any woman scorned would do.
I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room—Drexon Moreaux, Kellan’s ruthless billionaire uncle—and declared, “Him. I’ll marry him instead.”
Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire’s heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand.
But he said, “I do.”
Now, my stepsister’s smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I’m a puzzle he’s determined to solve.
This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous—something that feels like love.
Too bad the Moreaux family doesn’t believe in happy endings…

Her name is Lara, and she is the epitome of beauty and luck. Whether as Miss Morris or Mrs. Avila, no matter her identity, she belongs to the noblest class. Mr. Avila is cold, sophisticated, and decisive in the business world, but he is at a loss when it comes to her. He can't have her, hate her, or let her go. In this battle called love, Lara is undefeated. Everyone says she has good luck, but in reality, she is just extremely fortunate to be the one who captured Mr. Avila's heart. Love is like wine, and clearly, Avila is indulging himself in the intoxicating wine named Lara.

Ayesha Wilson, a 19-year-old Harvard scholar on a full ride, never expected her life to spiral into a storm of power, secrets, and forbidden love. Her father works for Aberama Kane, a ruthless billionaire whose son, Daniel Kane, once tried to bully her out of Harvard.

But when Daniel discovers Ayesha is about to marry his much older uncle, he storms into her life, determined to stop her. What he doesn’t know is why she’s marrying him — and Ayesha has no intention of telling. She’s already sacrificed enough.

As Daniel digs for the truth, anger turns into obsession, and saving her becomes something far more dangerous. But if he manages to stop the wedding… will he let her go — or claim her for himself?

"Did any of it mean anything to you?" he asked.
"No," she whispered. "It was all part of the plan."
She came to his pack for one reason—revenge.
Sera Nightshade staged her injuries and infiltrated the Blackthorn pack, determined to destroy Kael Blackthorn, the Alpha who slaughtered her family. Every step was calculated. Every lie was intentional.
Until fate betrayed her.
The moment the mate bond snapped into place, Sera was bound to the very monster she swore to kill. Revenge turned into torture. Love became a curse she never planned for.
When her deception is exposed, Kael spares no mercy. He casts her out with a promise carved in rage and restraint:
Return, and I'll finish what I started.
She would have stayed away forever—if fate hadn't dragged them together again two years later.
Now, secrets buried in blood are clawing their way to the surface. A stolen past. A dangerous child. And a war that never truly ended.
He wants the truth.
She wants redemption.
But the real enemy has been waiting for them both.

When a ruthless heiress and a struggling actress wake up in each other’s bodies, their worlds turn upside down.
Olivia Smith, born into power and pride, suddenly finds herself trapped in a life of poverty and pain.
Emma Williams, quiet and selfless, opens her eyes to luxury, influence—and danger.
But as they fight to survive in lives that were never meant for them, secrets begin to unfold, hearts are stolen, and destiny starts to blur the line between who they were and who they’re meant to become.
Borrowed faces… stolen hearts.
A story of identity, redemption, and love found in the most unexpected mirrors.

Her heart was shattered and broke, and then the Vocalist of Moonstone came in the scenario. He's not an exception to Shaina, Chaos is persistent guy. He likes her since senior high school, the first time he laid his eyes on her he's chasing her, always. Eventhough, he's a famous actor and the same time vocalist. He doesn't knew to his self that she is his totga and his rule. He never believed in Luna or Moon, but when Shaina showed, everything became a mess, a wonderful mess.

He didn't give a damn about that, he would gladly give up his all just to have Shaina's on his arms.

Chaos may get tired of loving a rock, but what they say is that even a rock is still crushed. Will Shaina let him love her? Or will Shaina broke his heart Shaina to stay away from her? The human body is tired, not everyone can endure it.

"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him."
Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.
But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.
For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.
When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.
Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:
☽ That night wasn't an accident
☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift
☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim her
Too bad she's done being owned.


Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.
"You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine."
A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you."
"You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

My daughter has passed away, and my ex-husband abandoned us.

In my darkest hour, my first love, Lysander, reappeared; he covered the medical expenses, married me, and provided me with a home.

For five years, I believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Until that fateful day, four months into my pregnancy, when I overheard his conversation with a friend—

“To save Celeste, I thought... who knew it would lead to the death of Seraphina’s daughter?”

“As for Seraphina, she is a good wife, but alas... I do not love her.”

It turned out that my daughter’s death was no accident.

It was revealed that these five years of marriage were merely his quest for atonement.

The one he had always truly loved was Celeste—my ex-husband’s current wife.

As I lay on the operating table, I made a decision—

Since he had taken my daughter’s kidney, I would seize everything from him.

Including what he believed he would never lose: me.

Twenty-two-year-old Nalira Voss is the best name-weaver in Zephyria, but she hates the Festival of Names. While the city celebrates, she works alone in her workshop, fixing broken names for people who never say thank you. Names are just tools, not miracles.
Then a stranger walks through her door with no name, no past, and no proof he even exists.
His name is Kairos, or at least, that is what she calls him. He is the erased heir of the Aether Consortium, Zephyria’s most ruthless family. They stole his name and scattered it across dimensional temples. Without it, he is slowly disappearing from the world.
"I don't need saving," he tells her.
"Good," she says, reaching for her magic thread. "Because I don't save people. I just fix names."
As Nalira hunts down his stolen name, she starts falling for the boy the world forgot. Then she learns the truth: speaking his name will erase her identity forever.
Now she faces an impossible choice: save him and lose herself, or walk away and lose him forever.
Some names are worth dying for. But is love worth erasing everything you are?

For the top university in the North American wolf packs, transfer students aren't exactly breaking news. But this one sets the entire forum on fire.

It starts with a photo. A girl standing next to a tall, imposing man. Both faces are deliberately blurred, but that build, that presence... every wolf in North America recognizes it. The Alpha King. The caption reads: "Dad why'd you send me this 😭 I'm not ready to go public yet."

Minutes later, the post vanishes. But screenshots flood the forum.

"Moon Goddess above! Is that really the Alpha King?"

"The girl in the photo... could she be the royal princess no one's ever seen?"

The comments explode. Compliments flood in. Even my aloof boyfriend joins in.

Something feels off. I type out a comment: "The Alpha King keeps a low profile. His daughter should do the same. Posting photos like this... doesn't seem right."

Less than a minute later, the replies come.

"Who do you think you are to question her?"

"Can't stand seeing someone else do well, huh?"

My boyfriend chimes in too: "Quit it. You're embarrassing yourself."

I pick up my phone and dial a number. "Dad, since when do you have another daughter?"

In every story, the villain died. Jessica had always thought that was fair, until she woke up as one.
Neria Virethorn was a disposable villainess, written to suffer and disappear. After breaking her engagement to a duke, her father treated her like a ruined object, making pain the primary language of their home. But her father wasn’t the greatest threat.
Sebastian Blackmoor, the crown prince and the story’s primary villain, was a man who viewed mercy as a weakness. Neria’s only goal was to stay small enough to survive him.
She failed…
After stumbling into a sealed royal vault, Neria accidentally bonded with a dragon egg that belonged to him.
The bond was permanent. Sebastian didn't see fate; he saw theft. He began hunting her with the cold patience of an executioner. Realising running was futile, Neria chose to interfere with the plot itself. She revealed Alistair…the rightful heir, the story’s "hero," and the man destined to kill Sebastian.
It should have been her escape. Instead, it trapped her between two blood-soaked futures: one where Sebastian destroyed her for her "theft," and another where Alistair used her as his reason in his war for the throne.
Neria was never meant to matter. But with a dragon bound to her soul and the narrative fracturing around her, she realised the truth.
This villainess was no longer a side character; she was the mistake the entire plot had to answer for. If she was destined to be the villain, Neria would become the kind that ruined everything.
“Fine! I’ll be your villain in this story!”

For a whole year, Aurora waited for a cornea transplant. Her husband, Oliver, stole it at the last second for his mistress, Claire. Twelve unanswered calls later, Aurora caught him at the hospital, tenderly accompanying Claire to her prenatal checkup.

Aurora begged him to stay, however, Oliver merely threw the divorce papers right into her face. She signed in ten seconds flat and walked away. When her toxic sister-in-law came to mock her, Aurora ripped her to shreds.

Everyone expected Aurora to crawl back crying. Instead, she listed her wedding ring on a pawn site, packed her bags, and vanished.

She left without a backward glance. So why is the man who signed those papers in a furious rage suddenly turning back?

His hands roamed over her shapely, firm breasts, groping and massaging them with fervent desire. He buried his face between her breasts, his hands deliberately squeezing them from both sides to envelop his face in their softness. Relishing their supple curves, he inhaled their intoxicating fragrance, losing himself in the moment.
As the man explored Litsi's nipples with his tongue, she crawled onto the bed with an alluring grace. Her hips swayed provocatively, presenting her curves in full view. She lowered herself onto all fours, her head down and her rounded backside enticingly elevated. The man knelt behind her, burying his face between her supple buttcheeks, smothering her with passionate kisses that rained across her most delicate part, his tongue exploring her ravenously.


The world we know is merely one thread in the vast tapestry of the multiverse’s enigma…

It all began with the arrival of a mysterious entity that shattered the tranquility of Chelyabinsk. As chaos unfolded, military efforts only worsened the escalating nightmare. Despite the relentless attempts of the Earth Peace Conservation Union (EPCU)—a clandestine force dedicated to shielding our world from interdimensional threats—the entity eluded capture. Its reign of terror swiftly spread across Europe, marking only the beginning of a far more insidious disaster. The first domino has fallen, setting off a chain reaction that threatens to tear apart the very fabric of our world's existence.

Violet and Viola, identical twins, were separated at the age of five due to a disagreement between their parents. Years later, they reunited but the selfish streak in Viola makes her want to take everything Violet, her gentle older sister had, including her fiance....
How is Damien supposed to be able to tell them apart or was he attracted to the both of them?
In this war between sisters, who will eventually win?

'Rosie Woods is a shy university student who has major self-esteem issues. She doesn’t even have the confidence to secure a boyfriend.
Then she starts her internship at one of the best marketing companies in London. The CEO Ezra Stone takes a special interest in Rosie. He promises to build up her confidence. She agrees, but soon finds out his methods are more intimate than she anticipated.'

Marlowe Crane is my best friend, and she's also a succubus.

She was born with this power that makes men lose their minds, but she always told me she only wanted to use her "gift" to protect me.

So every time I dated someone, she'd volunteer to "test" him.

Without fail, every single man fell at her feet.

She'd send me photos of them in bed together. "See, Rosie? They're all trash. Lucky I caught them for you."

After breaking up more times than I can count, I had a breakdown and moved from Boston to Los Angeles.

That's where I met Holden Kingsley. I thought the nightmare was finally over.

On my wedding day, Marlowe showed up in my dressing room with a glass of drugged water.

In my past life, I drank it and passed out. She stripped off my wedding dress, put it on herself, and climbed into Holden's bed.

Someone threw cold water on my face to wake me up. When I walked in with the bridesmaids, I caught them tangled up together.

I lost it. Screamed and cried and called the police right there.

And what happened?

Holden didn't feel guilty at all. He acted like I was the bad guy, like I'd ruined Marlowe's life.

Under Marlowe's succubus influence, he believed she was innocent, that I forced her into it.

After that, my marriage became a living hell.

Now I'm back, standing in front of the mirror, staring at that drugged glass of water in my hand.

This time, they're the ones going to hell.

My cousin stole thirty thousand dollars from our dying grandmother.
Not for an emergency. Not for bills.
For liposuction.
Then she told everyone I did it. Said I was jealous of her figure — that I'd drained Grandma's cardiac surgery fund because I wanted to look different. And the terrible part is, everyone believed her. My boyfriend. My uncle and aunt. Every single person who'd watched me grow up in that house — eating their leftovers standing at the kitchen counter, wearing my aunt's old coat with the broken zipper through every winter — turned around and decided I was the thief.
I couldn't prove otherwise. I couldn't get anyone to listen.
Last time this happened, I didn't survive it.
Then I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital corridor. My aunt's hand raised, ready to swing.

She's his baby sister's best friend. He's her childhood crush.
They both know its forbidden, and hearts will be crushed if they pursue their desires, but can they resist? Or will they risk everything?

Livie---My first kiss with James
“Fuck it.” He growled, then grabbed my face and kissed me. Hard.
I gasped in shock, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, massaging my tongue with his. My body was on fire as he pulled me closer to him, pressing my body against his.
Moving his hands from the sides of my face, he ran his fingers through my hair before grabbing it in his fist, tugging just enough to make me want more.
Every nerve in my body was begging to be touched,

James---My second kiss with Livie
“Livie, wait.” She turned, locking eyes with me, and I knew then I had to have her.
“You know this is a terrible idea,” I said as I closed the distance between us.
She shook her head, saying, “I don’t care.”
We stood there, eyes locked, the intensity between us growing.
Finally, I pulled her to me as I dipped my head down, allowing my lips to reach hers.
As she deepened the kiss, I knew there was no way I could resist this woman.

Lucy lives a double life—professional by day, vigilante by night. After losing someone she loved to traffickers, she refuses to let other women disappear.
One night, she rescues a young woman from an attempted abduction—only to discover she’s Emily DeLuca, sister of the Bravata boss.
Lucas is furious someone targeted his sister… and obsessed with finding the mysterious woman who saved her.
When he tracks Lucy down, expecting a soldier or rival enforcer, he instead finds a determined young woman who has been fighting the trafficking network he wants to destroy.
Their worlds collide—dangerously, passionately—and together they attempt to dismantle the trafficking ring.
But falling in love with the Bravata boss comes with a cost.
Lucy's mission is to her the one that is missing and stolen and if she does find her, how will she adapt to being back?

Three years ago, the night before my wedding, I was kidnapped and nearly killed.

When I woke up, Julian was crying over me. "The kidnappers hurt you so badly, Elsie. The doctors—they had to remove your uterus to save you. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

My world shattered.

I cried for a week straight. Cried until I had no voice left, until my eyes couldn't open from the swelling. I'd lost everything—my chance at motherhood, my chance at being whole.

But Julian squeezed my hand. "I love you, Elsie. You're all I need."

He married me anyway. Against his family's wishes, he married this broken woman.

For three years, he was perfect. Gentle. Loving. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive.

Until today.

Today, I learned the truth—

There was no kidnapping. No random attack.

It was all planned. Orchestrated by Julian himself.

For one reason only—to give my uterus to Chloe, my sister who was born unable to have children.

"You took my wedding dress for my stepsister?"
My voice was ice as I stared at the man I had loved for six years—the man I had saved with my own blood, drop by drop, through years of his illness.
Atlas Brooks couldn't meet my eyes.
"She's dying, Mandy. Susie's last wish is to marry me."
Six years of devotion. Endless blood donations. And this is what I get in return?
The man I saved wants to trade me for the sister who destroyed my family.
Let him. I'm done fighting for someone who never fought for me.
But when I tried to walk away, Atlas caught my wrist.
"After she's gone," he whispered, "we can still be together. Just... let her have this."
The dress. The wedding. The man. Let her have everything.
I'm not waiting around as anyone's second choice. Not anymore.
I'm ready to say goodbye to everything.
I thought I was leaving love behind forever.
I didn't know that at my stolen wedding, I was about to find it.

"You're mine now, Wifey. You don't call the shots; I do."
Just weeks before her wedding, Kourtney Allen's world shatters when she catches her fiancé in bed with her sister.
Her devastation deepens when her family sides with her sister, forcing Kourtney to walk away from the life she thought was hers. Writhing in pain and coughing up blood, she plots her revenge.
Unexpectedly, she got a husband — Sebastian Woods, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire feared as ""The Stone-Hearted CEO."" Known for his cold demeanor and strange aversion to women, he's shocked to discover Kourtney doesn't trigger his mysterious condition.
Intrigued, he offers her an escape: a marriage on his terms. But the man's idea of marriage is control, and Kourtney refuses to be tamed. As secrets from her past emerge and his first love returns, their fiery dynamic threatens to explode. Can Kourtney break free from the chains of his obsession, or will she surrender to the man she swore to despise?

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

In the wasteland, I earned enough military merit to be awarded two territories by the Alliance: an industrial city and an iron mine in the frozen tundra. In my previous life, my wife's younger brother threw a fit until he got the industrial city, while my wife forced me to take the frozen tundra iron mine instead. While their whole family lived easy in the industrial city, squeezing the workers dry, I was down in the frozen tunnels, struggling to dig ore day after day. Then the acid rain apocalypse came. The industrial city was corroded and brought crashing down by the acid rain, and my wife's family ended up covered in burns and open wounds. Meanwhile, I was doing just fine inside the frozen mine shafts. Out of kindness, I sent people to bring them to my side. I never expected my wife's entire family to turn on me and kill me together. Before I died, I detonated every last stick of dynamite in the mine and dragged them all to hell with me.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the Alliance office where the territories were being assigned. And this time, the first thing I heard was my wife saying, "Shut up! Give the industrial city to your brother-in-law!"

I stood in my own home, watching my five-year-old son call my husband’s secretary "Mommy"—so I let my inner wolf tear the dress she bought me to shreds.
For six years, I suppressed my true nature.
I built Dominic’s billion-dollar real estate empire from scratch, fixed his failing portfolios, and gave him an heir.
My reward? He stripped my position, moved his mistress into my house, and handed me divorce papers that left me with absolutely nothing.
He even forced me to wear his mistress’s oversized, cheap-perfume-soaked dress to my own son's birthday party just to humiliate me in front of his mother.
"Sign the papers, Genevieve," Dominic demanded, his weak Alpha authority trying to crush me. "You're just a wife. You did nothing."
Something inside me finally snapped. My bones cracked and reshaped. My eyes bled from violet to pure, predatory gold. My fingernails elongated into lethal, razor-sharp claws. The cheap silk dress ripped from collar to waist in one savage motion as my wolf roared, a sound so primal and terrifying that my ex-husband stumbled backward, his face draining of color.
"I’ve paid my debts," I growled, my voice vibrating with feral rage. "There’s nothing left that you can take from me except my freedom. And that’s the one thing I won't let you have."
I walked out into the freezing rain, half-naked and barefoot, leaving them trembling in my wake. I thought I was walking into the abyss. But a sleek black sedan pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, revealing the most powerful billionaire Alpha in Oakhaven. And his eyes were locked on me.

When human healer Elera saves a dying silver-eyed wolf, she never imagines he’s Prince Aiden—
or that her touch would bind their lives under the Blood Moon Bond.
Now the Queen wants her dead because legends say the one who holds a wolf’s heart has the power to end or save their entire race.
Aiden refuses to release her,
and her human friend—the one who’s loved her for years—desperately searches for her
Bound to a prince she never chose, pulled toward the friend who’s always been her safe haven,
Elera must decide:
break the bond and face the consequences or keep it and lose them both.

After Alpha King Kaius publicly rejected Elowen, she left his kingdom and never looked back. She had to start over completely - no pack, no family, no one to help her. She built a new life on her own and thought she was safe. But on what should have been a peaceful birthday, she found herself captured by the King's guards and thrown into the castle dungeons. Now they think she's some kind of enemy spy, and she needs to escape before Kaius figures out who she really is and discovers all the secrets she's been hiding. The problem is, she's not the same broken girl who left four years ago, and he's not exactly the same cold bastard who rejected her either. With lives on the line and nowhere left to run, can she get out before everything falls apart?

After rescuing Rebecca from death, Dominic takes her into his home to protect her from the enemies that threaten their love. But their path to happiness is filled with obstacles, as Dominic's past comes back to haunt him and Rebecca learns dark secrets about his werewolf identity. As they navigate through jealousy, betrayal, and danger, Rebecca must come to accept Dominic for who he truly is, and Dominic will do anything to save the woman who has captured his heart.

Elena was born to lead, but her father strips her of her birthright and gives it to her younger brother. Desperate to get back at her father, she does the unthinkable: she sleeps with her father's greatest enemy, Alpha Axton.

But Axton is more than just a rival, he's her fated mate. And he's been searching for her not for love, but for revenge and a chance to destroy her father's pack. The next morning, Elena rejects him, walking away before he can trap her in his ruthless schemes.

But Axton does not take rejection lightly, and his retaliation is brutal: a leaked video, a ruined reputation, and a family that turns their backs on her drive her to flee the city in disgrace.

But when Elena disappears, she takes something Alpha Axton never planned to lose - his sons. Now, he'll stop at nothing to get them back. He wants his heirs, he wants his mate, and Elena will learn that no one runs from the Alpha.

One month until the SAT.
Staring at my phone screen—at the pulsing number on "Oracle," the mandatory score prediction app that Elite Prep forced every student to install—I couldn't help but think it was all a joke.
In my previous life, every time I finished a practice test, this garbage system would automatically dock twenty points from my predicted score.
But skip class for a day? The number would mysteriously jump up twenty points.
Back then, I actually believed in this bullshit algorithm. I completely gave up for an entire month, watching that predicted score skyrocket all the way to 1550.
But when I finally logged into College Board to check my real results, I'd scored a pathetic 400.
And that brilliant 1550? It appeared on my stepsister Dahlia's score report instead.
Disgusted that I'd embarrassed the Wright family, my father Harold froze my credit card without a second thought and threw me out of the family estate, clearing the path for Dahlia to claim Grandpa's ten-million-dollar trust fund all for herself.
That night, homeless on the streets, I was cornered by some thugs in a filthy Brooklyn alley and beaten to death.
Lying in a pool of my own blood, fading fast, I heard Dahlia's voice.
"Your GPA's been crushing mine since we were kids. I thought you, the so-called 'Straight-A student,' were supposed to be so smart."
She stood over me, mocking. "Turns out you got played by a prediction app. Pathetic."
That's when it finally clicked. My Oracle prediction system had been completely rigged from the source code—by Dahlia.
I shot up in bed, gasping, my shirt soaked through with sweat. I'd actually gone back in time—one month before the test.
Right now, the Oracle widget glowed eerily on my phone's home screen, displaying a single number: 1350.

"I'll do it! Just leave my brother alone! I'll go with you!" I cried feeling defeated. Demon Lord Shiuku smiled cruelly down at me.

"Don't look so sad my strong little one. We'll be having a family of our own real soon!." He paused. "Come here love." His lips grazed mine softly.

Warning- mature content and dark themes (triggers) will be present throughout the story!

After a horrific abduction as a small child, Aileen the sole princess of Lutz, is left broken. As she is ransomed back to her royal family, the Queen falls sick. The princess is left with her Father, the strength behind Lutz. The man she has always looked up to.

Shortly after she loses her Mother, a dimensional rift takes her from her home leaving her all alone in a forest away from all that kept her safe.

For six years Aileen has been trapped in a different dimension growing stronger in hopes of returning powerful and brave to her people. Aileen joins the Demon Slayer's Society with goals to flourish, help others from suffering the way she had, and to search for a way back to her Father.

She will show her strength to those who would take advantage...but...
what happens when her reason for being there is none other than the Demon Lord the DSS exists to fight against. If she is his obsession that he will have. When he finally has her in his bed.
Will desire and the demon win? Will she escape, or will she even want to after he has his way.

Artemis Sinclair has spent the last five years as the perfect wife to her arrogant husband, Van Calloway. Artemis loved her husband a lot, which was the only reason why she continued to let him mistreat her even though he was responsible for bringing her family to ruins after she made him CEO of her family’s company.

Now, Van seemed to have forgotten he was the one who made her nothing and wanted to discard her, claiming she had nothing to offer.

During a house party, Van humiliates Artemis in front of their family and friends, thus pushing her past her limits. As she swallows the final insult, Kieran Archibald, a billionaire known for his ruthless business dealings, steps in. He sees something in Artemis that no one else does. Something Van is too blind to recognize.

Kieran offers Van the one thing he’s always wanted. A contract to expand his business empire. But there’s a catch: he must divorce Artemis immediately. Van agrees without hesitation, finalizing the divorce in mere minutes. Artemis is now free but has nowhere to go.

Kieran offers her a proposition: a contract marriage. He will help her rebuild her family’s reputation and fortune, but in return, she must become his wife for a set time. If she doesn’t fall in love with him by the end, then she’s free to walk away. But if she does, their marriage becomes real.

Artemis thinks Kieran is just another power-hungry billionaire playing games with her life. But what she doesn’t realize is that Kieran has been watching her for a long time, and he never plays a game he doesn’t intend to win…

The surgical knife missed my heart by half an inch.

I lay on the cold operating table, listening to the steady beep of the monitor. "Why?" Dr. Wilson's voice trembled as he held my bloody chart. "Why did you try to kill yourself, Lena?"

I stared blankly at the ceiling. "Was there another choice?"

For eighteen years, I was the "wolfless freak." I was the punching bag for my family, the scapegoat for my adopted sister, Serena. When Alpha Aiden—the only man who ever loved me—fell into a coma, they blamed me. They said I was cursed.

They chained me to a silver chair. They whipped my back until I passed out. They watched Serena steal my credit, steal my parents' love, and even steal the man who promised to marry me.

"If I die," I had thought, holding the blade, "at least the pain stops."

Now, my parents rushed in, fake tears streaming down their faces. "Thank the Goddess you're alive! We were just trying to help you break the curse!" My mother cried. But then she leaned in close, whispering the words that finally killed my soul: "But Serena is the future Luna. You can't ruin her reputation with this suicide attempt. Keep your mouth shut."

I looked at them—the people who were supposed to protect me. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. My heart had finally turned to stone.

"Get out," I whispered.

Just then, the door burst open. A guard stood there, panting, eyes wide with terror.

"The Alpha... He's awake. And he's asking for the girl with the scar on her shoulder."

My mother's face went pale. Serena froze.

Because the girl with the scar isn't Serena. It's me.

On our third anniversary, I planned to announce my pregnancy, only to find my husband expecting a child with another woman
"It’s just for an heir," he pleaded, trying to trap me in our marriage.
Heartbroken, I hid my secret, served him divorce papers, and vanished.
When I returned to the spotlight, I wasn't alone. Beside me stood the city’s most mysterious and powerful tycoon.
My ex, crazed with jealousy, pinned me against the wall. "You are mine! Come home!"
But the tycoon pulled me into his arms, his gaze icy. "Back off. She belongs to me now."
In this three-way battle for my heart, who will be the ultimate winner?

Selene thought she'd found true love with Alexander Morrison. She was WRONG—she was just a stand-in for Jessa, the woman he really wanted.

When Alexander and his twin brother Adrian's yacht exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, Alexander came home with Adrian's ashes, claiming to BE Adrian. His goal? To steal Adrian's wife Jessa—the woman he'd always loved.

Selene knew instantly he was lying, but when she told everyone, no one believed her. Alexander called her "crazy from trauma" and locked her away in a mental facility. She was PREGNANT.

They drugged her daily. After she gave birth, Alexander told her the baby died. She broke completely.

Three years later, dying in that white hell, Selene heard Alexander's final confession:

"I always loved Jessa. Adrian just got to her first. YOU? You were just her replacement."

"The kid's alive. I gave him to Jessa. He calls her Mom now."

Selene died full of rage—then woke up reborn, back to the moment Alexander walked in with that urn.

This time, she'd expose his lies and make him PAY.

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

Four months pregnant, I walked into the OB-GYN clinic filled with joy—this was the child Archer and I had waited three years for.
But the moment the ultrasound report was handed to him, his gentle gray eyes twisted violently.
"Abort it. We absolutely cannot keep this child."
My stepfather watched coldly. The stepbrother who doted on me most slapped me hard across the face. My own mother wielded the scalpel and removed my uterus.
Half a month later, they picked me up from the hospital with roses, only to turn around and lock me away, feeding me psychiatric drugs until I died.
Reborn, I thought that as long as I hid the report, I could save my baby.
But they forced me onto the operating table once again.
It wasn't until I saw the report with my own eyes—
That I finally understood why my child had to die.

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