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In the seventh year of her marriage, her husband’s ex girlfriend was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

To make up for his regrets, he took the woman traveling across mountains and seas, celebrated her birthday, stole his mother’s final painting for her, and forced his wife to hand over the token of their love.

He even took wedding photos with his ex and made vows with her in a church.
A lifetime together. Never to be apart.

In seven years of marriage, she had never seen her husband so gentle and attentive.

Even their own daughter wrapped her arms around the ex girlfriend’s waist and said reluctantly,
“She is prettier than Mom and more talented too. Why can’t she be my mom?”

Then she turned to her and screamed,
“Mom, I wish you were dead!”

At last, she chose to let them have what they wanted.

Leaving behind a divorce agreement, she walked away without looking back.
From that day on, she cut all ties with them.

Later—

She picked up her paintbrush again and stunned the world.

Her life should have been lonely, yet she unexpectedly found a sweet and thoughtful little angel who cared only about her.

One stormy night, outside her door, a man and a child knelt in the pouring rain.

Her ex husband was full of regret, and her daughter’s eyes were red.

“I was wrong. Please come back.”
“Mom… please don’t abandon me…”

She stood beneath the porch when a tall, noble man pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she could barely breathe.

Smiling faintly, he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“Sir, if you keep coveting my wife, don’t blame me for being rude.”

He was too busy to give attention to his female admirers who had a crush on him. Now, he begging to be loved.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he murmured against my ear. "But if you don't..."
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.


Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.

"No..."
Gripping my hips, Adam pushed himself between my legs, I could feel his erection pushing into me.
"I'm not ready."
I tried to shove him back, but his lips just moved to my jaw, my body even reacting.

Our breaths intertwine, his kisses along my neck, igniting an involuntary arch in my body.
"Don't resist me."
With that ,he pulled down my underwear, exposing my trembling breasts.
When I felt him bite them, I squirmed it stung, but I felt his tongue glide over his bite mark soothing the pain.
But he just pressed his hardness against my thighs, rubbing slowly, but not entering.
I squirmed, look at him with a mix of shyness and frustration.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
My cheeks flush instantly.
"What do you want? Just say it." he commanded, looking into my eyes as I moaned.
"I want you."I moaned breathlessly, feeling him go deeper and increase his rhythm. Oh, my God... so good.

I, Stella Winston, seemed to have it all—beauty, a loving family, and a wealthy fiancé. But my perfect world shattered when my fiancé, Brian, and my sister, Lucy, betrayed me.
I was compelled to become the substitute bride, marrying Adam Lancaster, a disabled man in exchange for care for my grandmother.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, I discovered Adam was not at all like the rumors suggested.

He chuckled, low and dark, as my hands betrayed me, reaching out to trace the lines of his tattoos. The ink was warm beneath my fingertips, the patterns intricate-some sharp and angular, others flowing like water. I followed the path down his chest, my nails scraping lightly over his abs, feeling the way they tensed under my touch. My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, my movements clumsy with need. The zipper gave way with a sharp snik, and I pushed the
denim and the briefs down his hips, my breath hitching as his cock sprang free.

Thick. Heavy. Veined. The head was already slick with pre-cum, glistening under the dim light. I swallowed hard, my thighs pressing together involuntarily,trying to quell the ache between my legs, but it only intensified, a throbbing reminder of my body's betrayal.

It was larger than she'd imagined, There's no way that's fitting inside me. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.

He noticed. Of course he did. His gaze darkened, his lips curling as he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off.

"Like what you see, little hybrid?”


Lyra Soren is a rare vampire-wolf hybrid, hunted and alone… until the deadly Alpha King, Darius Kade, claims her as his mate. Their bond is fierce, forbidden, and irresistible, pulling them into a web of desire, betrayal, and blood-soaked secrets. Survival will mean facing enemies, uncovering dark family truths, and surrendering to the man she hates—and wants.

"Kara." Cole’s voice drops. "Are you—did I hurt you?"
"No." "I'm fine."
"Fuck," he breathes. "You're—"
"Don't." My voice cracks. "Please don't say it."
"Aroused." He says it anyway. "You're aroused."
"I'm not—"
"Your scent." His nostrils flare. "Kara, you smell like—"
"Stop." I cover my face with my hands. "Just—stop."
Then his hand on my wrist, pulling my hands away.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting us," he says softly. "It's natural. You're our mate. We're yours."
"I know." My voice is barely a whisper.

I spent ten years as a ghost in the Sterling mansion—a debt slave to the triplet Alphas who made my life hell. They called me "Carrot," shoved me into frozen rivers, and left me to die in the snow when I was eleven.

On my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. My first shift released a scent of white musk and first snow—and three former tormentors stood outside my door, claiming I was their fated mate. All three of them.

Overnight, the debt vanished. Asher's commands turned to vows, Blake's fists became trembling apologies, and Cole swore they'd been waiting for me all along. They declared me their Luna and promised to spend their lives atoning.

My wolf howls to accept them. But one question haunts me:

Would that eleven-year-old girl, freezing and certain she would die, forgive the choice I'm about to make?

She is the last princess of the Moon Elf clan, a top hacker known as 'Moonlit Fish' dominating the dark web, and a powerful investment tycoon. Abused and imprisoned by the Hartfield family for three years, she escaped on the 'Day of Silence' only to inadvertently shatter the altar where Sebastian, the Werewolf Clan Leader, paid tribute to his late brother. In an instant, a silver collar suppressed her magic, and she became his 'compensation,' locked away in his ominous Obsidian Mansion—her freedom lost once more.
He is the obsessive and powerful Werewolf King, afflicted by the Curse of Lycanthropy Entropy. Beneath his cold and ruthless exterior, only she has witnessed the fragile side tormented by the curse. Revenge and freedom were once her sole motivations, yet through countless rounds of emotional tug-of-war and forbidden temptation, she inexplicably fell in love with the man who imprisoned her. Hatred, sacrifice, and a life-or-death determination intertwine, forming their most fatal bond. The future is shrouded in mist; where will this love, born from captivity, ultimately lead them?

"Take me..." I whispered, my voice carrying that deep-ocean quality that made the air vibrate. "Go to a safe place... please..."
Lorelei is a rare chromatic siren—so rare that everyone wants to cage her, dissect her, claim her. After her brutal escape from the Deep Sea Research Center, the first Alpha lycan she encounters is Victor Sterling, Supreme Commander of the very organization hunting her kind.
She should run. Instead, she begs him to save her
Victor is everything she never expected—gentle hands that bring her warmth, golden eyes that soften when he looks at her, a voice that calls her "good girl" as he fastens a pheromone bracelet around her wrist like a collar of protection.
She falls for her own executioner.
"I like him a lot. But it doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a siren and he's the Supreme Commander of the organization that wants to dissect me. Because the moment he finds out the truth, he'll put a bullet through my skull."
But Lorelei doesn't realize the most dangerous truth of all—
While she thinks she's playing the helpless little bird, her siren nature is slowly, inevitably consuming him. Every breath she takes in his presence, every innocent touch, every desperate whisper is weaving psychic chains around his mind. Her scent marks his dreams. Her voice rewrites his memories. Her very existence is turning the hunter into the hunted.
Victor Sterling, the most feared Alpha in the city, is becoming her willing prey—and he doesn't even know it.
"Top floor," I whispered desperately. "Suite. Now."
"More," I gasped. "Please, more—"
When the predator realizes he's been caught in his own trap, when the siren discovers her song has become a cage for them both, there will be nowhere left to run.
"Victor, tell me, should I get closer to you, or stay away from you?"
"Or... have we already passed the point of no return?"

Mayzie knew she didn't belong at Ravenfield University, which is full of designer bags and diamond chokers.
As a charity scholarship girl in a sea of old-money heirs, she survives on ramen, secondhand jeans, and a quiet promise to never let the bullies win.
Then Dalton —heir to a fortune and king of cold stares—decides he wants her. Not with flowers or sweet words, but with a monthly allowance and a closet full of couture. “Everyone's for sale,” he tells her.
Mayzie's answer? A fist to his face.
But Dalton isn't the only one watching. There's Arking, the brooding twin with kind eyes and a leather jacket, who actually sees her. And Ariel, his mirror image, whose kisses feel like a game she doesn't know the rules to. Between dodging fake snakes in her locker, working double shifts at a café, and trying to keep her best friend Bellatrix from falling for the wrong rich boy, Mayzie has one rule: never owe anyone anything.
Except the rich don't take no for an answer. And the more she fights, the more they want her. Now she has to decide: stay in her shadows—or let someone in who might just be worth the risk.

They called me the kingdom’s light.

They worshipped me… until they decided I was a threat.

On the night I was meant to become queen, my sister smiled as she betrayed me.

My fiancé watched as I was condemned.

And then he threw me into the abyss. They thought I died.

But something down there was waiting for me. Now I’m back. Not as a princess.

Not as a saint. But as something far worse. I wear a servant’s face. I bow my head.

I play their game. And the man who killed me? He can’t stop watching me.

Touching me. Wanting me. If he discovers who I am, he’ll destroy me again.
But this time… I’ll destroy him first.

His first love slipped off his hand and got into the hand of his brother. She was once his lover but now, his only brother's wife.
Louis and Olivia were lovers for years. He proposed marriage to her, she accepted and gave her virginity to him. When he discovered that she was pregnant, he became distraught and ended the relationship. That act became the beginning of a very long story of regret for Louis and accomplishment for Olivia because she met someone better.
Denise, Louis's cousin who was not aware of their relationship ran into her when she was at the bleak of death, saved her life and gave her shelter after he realized that she had a miscarriage. Denise and Olivia fell in love and got married after a month. She conceived immediately and when she delivered a set of twins, Louis came up to claim the children. That almost tore the family apart.
Arthur, Louis father and Denise uncle a widower of thirteen years fell in love with Nichole, Denise mother a widow. Their marriage strengthened the bond between the two families, but it brought a lot of hatred from the members of the Bailey's family, who had eyes on Nichole and wished to marry her. The female members of the society who had eyes on Arthur and wished he would be theirs also unleashed their attack on them. This led to a secret plan to eliminate him and have Nichole by his cousin, Mr. Stephen Bailey.
Louis refused to love again.
He got into an unbalanced relationship, afterwards, she opted for a divorce. After she moved out of his life and house with their only daughter, he realized that his life was empty without them. He quickly asked for a reconciliation and they lived happily together.

Laura Dickson finalized her divorce from Tim Williams, her poor husband, to chase after successful men. That same day, her boss retired and a young man was promoted to the rank of a military General. Unexpectedly, the young General was promoted to the vacant presidency. Seeing an opportunity in this sudden shift, Laura arrived at work the next day. She chose her attire carefully, aiming to project confidence and allure - determined to make an impression on the new, powerful President. But...

This story is for adults and has sex violence.
the god of resurrection kills a man about to be married on accented(supposedly)
then sends him to a magical realm where he gathers a harem of women.
18 or old contains graphic sex and little s&m

Zara lived a steady life. She was a primary school teacher and loved her job. She was not a social butterfly and only had one person she considered a friend and that was her best friend, Ivy. She liked her quiet life after growing up in foster care, the quiet was nice.Until her best friend’s husband and his mistress decided to kill Ivy and frame Zara. Now she has been sent to Survival Island--a deadly prison where convicted criminals fight to the death for a chance at freedom and a $10 million prize.
Zane, a powerful vampire and the island's owner, has spent centuries unable to feel desire for any woman. But when he notices Zara's intelligence, resilience, and determination to survive, she awakens something in him that no one ever has. For the first time in his vampire life, he is interested in a female, and his member is also starting to come to life. Who is this woman and why does he suddenly crave her and not just for her blood?

Jess has a secret that she has been keeping from her family. She is an agent for the Department of the supernatural. She has been working for them since she was 16, but now aliens have landed, and Jess knew that they were coming, and she knows what they want. She has to get her family away from civilization and into the mountains where they will be safe. What Jess does not expect to find in the mountains is her boss Kieran, the man who broke her heart back when she first joined the department. Jess has to train her family how to fight while keeping her feeling under control as she prepares for war. She must work alongside her friends, family, Kieran and civilians to make sure that the aliens leave and that they will not or cannot come back.

She has died more than once.

But this time, she refuses to fall.

Raven watched her mother die, got thrown away by her father, betrayed by love, and beaten by the very pack that vowed to protect her. And more than three times, they left her to die.

More than three times, she lost everything, including an unborn child. Each time she trusted someone, it cost her her life.

So she stopped trusting people.

She erased Raven and became Sloane Vale, a woman feared in courtrooms, and untouchable by the world that once destroyed her. As one of the most powerful lawyers alive, Sloane lives by one rule: to never need anyone again.

But the past doesn’t stay buried.

As the people who betrayed her come crawling back, begging for forgiveness, Sloane’s carefully controlled world begins to crack, especially when she meets Sebastian, a man with secrets that might break them apart.

Because loving him would mean risking everything she rebuilt, and surviving another betrayal might finally break her.

On the first day of college, Aveline’s world shatters when her parents announce their divorce, and somehow, she feels to blame.

Lost, angry, and desperate to forget the pain, she goes to a party where one reckless night changes everything. A stranger. One intense connection. A virginity she never planned to lose.

But fate isn’t finished with her.

When Aveline returns home, her father introduces his new fiancé and her son. The same boy from that unforgettable night.

Now trapped between guilt, desire, and a secret that could tear her family apart, Aveline must face the consequences of crossing a line she never knew existed.

Some mistakes don’t stay buried. They knock at your door and call themselves family.

When Aneira's sister dies in a terrible car accident, her mother marries her off to her sister's fiancé. She thought she would be loved, and life would be easy, but she found out Rafael had a secret that could break them apart, and that things weren't as they seemed.


Aneira: "I thought he would love me. Just like he loved my late sister, but when he claimed his parents died because of my father, I found out the marriage wasn't what it seemed. I was offered to the beast as the sacrificial lamb."

Rafael: "When her father killed my parents, I vowed to make them pay, but when they offered her in marriage to me, she became my tool of vengeance. The downside was that I couldn’t let anyone else hurt her, but me."

Antonio Rodriguez reigns as the ice-cold mafia king, a man whose heart is locked away behind walls built by betrayal and ambition.

But when Isabella Albero finds herself auctioned to him by her own father, her life is thrust into chaos.

Desperate to reclaim her freedom, she forms a plan to buy herself back, unaware of Antonio's obsession with her.

Isabella is not naive—she’s fierce, resilient, and unwilling to be anyone’s possession.

As their paths intertwine, the tension between obligation and desire escalates, awakening feelings neither saw coming.

Just as Isabella begins to crack the icy armor around Antonio’s heart, her vengeful ex emerges from the shadows, determined to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his.

Will Isabella shatter the chains of her past? Or will she uncover a truth that could tear her and Antonio apart?


"I own you, Isabella. Every little part of you has my name on it," Antonio taunted me. "If I see you with another man again, I will make you watch as I slit his throat."

Nymeria has spent her whole life running from her past, from her bloodline, and from the kind of love that always ends in betrayal.

So when her brother drags her into his elite hockey world, she promises herself one thing: don’t get attached, don’t get close, and don’t fall.

Especially not for him.

Declan Cross, the Ice King, is her brother’s best friend, her first love, and her biggest mistake.

He’s colder now, darker, and dangerous in ways she can’t explain. The way he watches her feels wrong, and she doesn't want to think of her brother's friend in that way. Satisfying her.

And the worst part? He refuses to stay away.

But Nymeria isn’t just hiding scars, she’s hiding a secret powerful enough to start a war. Because she isn’t just a girl with a broken past.

She had the hunted bloodline. A secret the werewolf world would kill to control.

And Declan? He didn’t find her by accident. He was sent to hunt her.

When fate binds them as mates, Nymeria does the unthinkable. She rejects him.

But Declan doesn’t accept rejection. Not from her, or from anyone.

As obsession replaces control and enemies close in, Nymeria must decide: Run like she always has, or risk everything for a man she doesn’t trust. A man who might destroy her.

In the ashes of a fallen empire, fire is forbidden and those born with it are hunted.

For twenty-one-year-old Kaelin Dravyr, survival means hiding her emberfire beneath scars and silence. Once a smuggler of dragon relics, now a fugitive, she’s spent her life outrunning the Crown that burned her kind to extinction. But when a duel in the undercity ignites the flame within her for all to see, Kaelin’s secret shatters and the realm’s deadliest heir takes notice.

Prince Ardyn Varell, the empire’s young regent, offers Kaelin a single, ruthless choice: execution, or service. Sent to infiltrate a rebel faction rumored to protect the last living dragon, Kaelin accepts but the deeper she goes, the more she learns that the true monster might sit upon the throne.

As whispers of prophecy stir and a dragon’s heartbeat echoes in her chest, Kaelin’s fire awakens an ancient bond that could either save the world or burn it down.

Torn between a rebellion’s trust, a prince’s obsession, and the inferno rising within, Kaelin must decide what kind of flame she’ll become: weapon, savior, or sovereign.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.