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After five years of a secret marriage, her husband never showed any affection in public. Sophia Johnson had always chalked it up to his personality—until he took their twin sons and his first love out for a candlelit dinner, earning rave reviews online as the "most stunning family." That’s when her heart finally shattered completely.
Hearing her own sons call the woman "Auntie" repeatedly, Sophia came to her senses. A husband who didn’t love her, sons who were estranged from her—she didn’t want any of it. From that moment on, she would only love herself.
After the divorce, she returned to her hometown village to pick up her old profession: growing medicinal herbs, treating rare illnesses, and developing skincare miracles. Luxury cars often arrived late at night in the remote village, drawn by her skills.
When word got out that she was looking for a father for her daughter, elite scientists, financial tycoons, A-list idols, award-winning actors... All kinds of tycoons emerged, volunteering themselves, hoping to catch her eye.
Later, her ex-husband knelt on a bed of durians, his face filled with remorse. "Soph, I love you. Will we remarry?"
She scoffed. "William Smith, isn’t the forbidden fruit sweet enough?"
Her twin sons knelt on computer keyboards side by side. "Mommy, we only want you!"
Sophia waved them off. "No, I can’t afford you."

After five years of marriage, Emily Johnson still hadn't been able to get pregnant.

The prestigious Smith family had a lot of complaints about her. Whenever they saw her, they'd make snide remarks, telling her that if she couldn't have children, she should step aside sooner rather than later.

She knew how obsessed the Smith family was with carrying on the family line, and she knew her loving husband James Smith was under tremendous pressure because of her.

She decided to divorce him, but James pulled her into his arms.

"Honey, I won't divorce you. Even if we don't have kids, I want to be with you forever."

Moved by James's devotion, she secretly went to the hospital where her good friend worked to get checked out.

After the examination, Emily went to meet her friend for lunch, but accidentally overheard a conversation between James and her best friend Sophia Brown.

"James, after five years, are you still not willing to tell Emily the real reason she can't get pregnant?"

The real reason she can't get pregnant?

Wasn't it just that her health wasn't good and it was hard for her to conceive? For the past five years, every checkup at the Smith family-controlled hospital had given her the same result. Was there something else going on?

"Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Why are you worried now? Are you afraid I'll actually get her pregnant and stop caring about you and our child?"

She gave him three years. He gave her nothing but silence.
For three years, she endured a loveless marriage, clinging to the hope that one day he would choose her. But the moment his first love returned, he didn't hesitate. He cast her aside without a second glance. Even her final, desperate question couldn't make him stay.
So she walked away, burying her love along with their past.
What he didn't know: she was carrying his child.
What she didn't expect: his first love's fans would stalk her, run her car off the road, and nearly kill her and the baby.
And when the public turned her into the villain, calling her the "other woman" , he helped spread the lie. To protect the woman he truly loved.
Years later, she signs the final divorce papers from a hospital bed, ready to erase him from her life forever.
That's when the untouchable CEO breaks.
In front of everyone, he falls to his knees, his voice trembling as he begs her not to leave him.
He once let her go without regret.
Now, he will do anything to have her back.
But some wounds don't heal.
And some love stories don't deserve a second chance.

A hundred years ago, old Duke Rowland saved me with a bowl of hot soup when I was dying. To repay him, I swore myself, as the Silver Wolf Goddess, to a hundred-year covenant protecting House Rowland.

I taught Garrett how to hold a sword. I turned Caleb into a prodigy at the Mages' Guild. I saved Preston's family from ruin.

But Lillian took a potion to fake being sick, and all it took was her claiming only my heart could save her to turn three men's knives on me.

In my last life, I begged them to listen, told them that cutting out my heart would tear down the foundation of House Rowland itself. They finally backed off.

Then Lillian, trying to keep the lie going, secretly upped her dose and poisoned herself to death in her own bed.

The three of them lost their minds and blamed me for her death.

"A beast doesn't get to call itself the guardian of House Rowland. Die."

They cut my heart out. I died on that altar.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they took my heart.

This time, I didn't waste my breath. I handed it over myself and let them have what they wanted.

The goddess's heart fell. The covenant ended.

They just didn't know yet how badly House Rowland would fall apart without me.

When her marriage comes to an abrupt end, Sparkle tries to channel her pain into saving a dog that has been condemned to die after being involved in a terrible accident, but after a few weeks, she makes the horrible discovery that the dog she saved is, in fact, no dog at all. She saved a badly injured wolf she has mistaken for a husky. He's a powerful alpha who is very ruthless to humans, and Sparkle is no exception, or is she? Find out what becomes of Sparkle when Dalton finally regains his strength and reclaims his pack.


I saved a dying husky from being euthanized, not knowing I was bringing a billionaire Alpha werewolf into my bed. My husband divorced me because he thought I was infertile, kicking me out for a dog he was allergic to. I had nothing left but the injured animal in my backseat. I nursed him, bandaged him, and poured my broken heart out to him. But one morning, the dog was gone. In his place stood Dalton Roux, the most powerful Alpha in the city. He didn't just thank me. He kidnapped me to his mansion, claiming it was for my "protection." "You saved my life," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave as his hands roamed my curves. He pinned me against the wall, his massive erection pressing against my thigh, growling possessively.

The End Times Came, and I Awakened the Ability to Grow Vegetables

Every time I catalyzed a vegetable, it drained my stamina and life force.

But my sister Lucy needs to eat, and everyone in the camp needs to eat.

So I gave my life to the soil, exchanging life for food again and again.

Cult leader Silas patted my shoulder and said I was God's gardener, that Eden was born because of me.

I thought I had found a home.

I distributed the vegetables I grew to everyone in the camp.

Until I discovered the blue-green veins on my sister's arm.

Until I discovered that the bottle of "holy water" I fed her every day wasn't medicine at all.

Until I discovered that my sister had been sent to their altar.

I’m just a blind woman whose sight was stolen by the mist.

And yet, for his ambition to become the Alpha King, I begged my brother Mason to venture deep into the forest and bring back the Moon Goddess’s Mark.

On Christmas, I carried that Mark in one hand and my pregnancy report in the other, my heart practically bursting with joy.

Then I caught my husband tangled up with Rory—the Omega who stayed by my side every day.

What shattered me most was this: my son’s death was never a surgical accident.

It was Andrew who wanted to give the heart of my son, Ethan, to Rory, who was sick with heart disease. He lied and told me those papers were for Ethan’s treatment, and tricked me into signing my name.

He mocked me, saying a blind woman couldn’t survive without him. But he didn’t understand what a mother’s resolve looks like.

I called my ex-fiancé, the strongest Alpha—Henry—the man I betrayed, the man who still waited for me. He became my only salvation. The Moon Goddess’s Mark I never go

At Holy Oak High, being the Top Flyer isn't just a crown.
It’s a ticket to the upper class.
Girls would pay any price to stand at the top of that pyramid.
But I didn't understand that the spotlight hid a man-eating abyss until I had to put on that blood-stained uniform.
Listen. Do you hear that scratching sound coming from inside the locker?

“I’m no saint, and I’m far from perfect—but I’d die for you if it meant you wouldn’t leave me.”
Annie saw a murder she wasn’t meant to see.
The man responsible should’ve killed her.
Instead, Dylan Xavier made her his.
Now she belongs to the most feared mafia lord alive—
and escape may cost her more than her life.

Rated 18+

On the third day of the outbreak, I sat in my company’s executive conference room, gripping the red toy car I bought for my six-year-old son.

Outside the door were zombies filling the building. Beside me were six executives still breathing only because I was.

They wanted meetings. They wanted to wait for rescue. They wanted to chain me with morality.

But I wanted one thing—my son was still in daycare. Three days. No one went for him.

At dawn, I opened the door they’d barricaded shut.

I can shoot. I can clear a path. I will carve my way through to bring him back.

Anyone who stands in my way dies.

Gabrielle Wheeler is a plus-sized nerd from a struggling pack and feels trapped by her life.

Wanting to rebel, she drinks too much at a party and drives home drunk.

On an empty road near the pack borders, she hits a lone motorcyclist.

Panicked, she rushes him to the hospital, but the doctor tells her he has a severe spinal injury and might never walk again.

Afraid of jail or exile, Gabrielle leaves him there and runs away.

When Gabrielle returns home, she discovers her mother is marrying Ronan Blackthorn, the richest and most powerful Alpha in the country.

All their debts are wiped clean, and Gabrielle must leave her old life behind to attend the prestigious Raven Wood University, a mixed human-werewolf school.

At the Blackthorn estate, Gabrielle meets her new stepbrother, Kalvin Blackthorn, the same boy she hit on her birthday.

The pack discovers she was responsible for the accident. Her mother pleads for her, but Gabrielle is punished: she must take care of Kalvin for one year until he is fit for surgery.

That same night, the full moon rises.

Gabrielle discovers that Kalvin is her fated mate. Kalvin almost rejects her, furious over his injury, but he comes up with a dark and wicked idea.

He will use the mate bond to punish Gabrielle for what she did to him.

Gabrielle’s life is turned upside down, trapped with the boy she almost ruined and forced to live under his control while learning the power of their bond.

On the day I died, Roland was rolling in the sheets with his adopted sister, Lavinia.
When the hospital called with my death notice, he scoffed. It was just drawing some blood, how could anyone die from that? He was certain I was just throwing a tantrum again, desperate for his attention.
The day he received my ashes, he personally smashed the wooden urn to the ground. His expensive leather shoes ground my ashes into the floor over and over as he coldly announced he was going to marry Lavinia and throw a grand wedding—the exact wedding I had begged for when I was alive but never got.
It wasn't until the day before their wedding that his assistant, Desmond, rushed in, trembling.
"Sir, it's bad... We pulled the security footage from the hospital, and... the madam's autopsy report."

The stepbrother I grew up with was a golden boy, a star varsity quarterback everyone had high hopes for.
But for a street-level delinquent, he abandoned his Ivy League future.
Desperate to pull his life back on track, I tried to expose his toxic girlfriend.
Yet, he hated me to the bone for it.
For her, he ruthlessly dragged our family into the crossfire of a deadly gang dispute, causing us all to meet a violent, tragic end.
I never expected fate to rewind the clock.
To give me a second chance.

How far can you go for love?
Emory Meredith Grant grew up living a luxurious life and can buy everything she wants. Loved a man who was not fit and had nothing to be proud of in life. But she still wanted to be with the man she loved.
It requires nothing more than to live with Hezekiah, but destiny is playful when their relationship is tested. The ship they were in sank due to a strong storm. Unfortunately, she was separated from her husband and never saw him again.
It was as if heaven and earth fell upon her because of the tragedy. She woke up one day and he was no longer beside her and would never return.
Despite everything, she still hopes to see him alive and would return.
But what if one day he sees him alive? But the painful part is, he can no longer recognize her, and worst of all, his husband is already married to someone else.
How will she win him back?
Does she need to claim her real husband or does she need to play the role of a mistress?
Emory Meredith Grant. A multi-billionaire businesswoman. The heiress. The wife and the mistress.

This story tells a lot about how the world (especially families) how they treat Bipolar Disorder patients. How they neglect them and count them as an abnormal person. This story also proves ways to treat Bipolar patients and help them get better.

The chieftainess returned from the poisonous fog with a swollen belly.
She announced that she carried the child of a god—a child who would bring hope to the entire base.
Only I knew that what she bore was no divine offspring, but a demon that would devour every soul in the base.
Because in my previous life, I was the one it had gnawed to death, alive...

Due to an arranged marriage between our families, I married Damien Blackwood, heir to a business empire.

During five years of marriage, I tried hard to play the perfect wife, bore him a daughter Lily, thinking I had finally won his love.

Until his first love Serena returned from abroad, I watched him rekindle his passion for another woman, watched them rekindle their old flame.

A car accident changed everything.

I was taken to court, sentenced to three years in prison, becoming a "murderer" despised by everyone.

And he personally sent me to prison.

Everyone said Kane adored me.

That for me, he'd tame the wild rage of an Alpha, soften every growl, and sheath every claw.

Ten years. Ten damn years of chasing, spoiling, protecting. I was convinced I’d be his Luna—his mate, his forever.

But betrayal doesn’t come with a warning. It cuts sharp and deep. And it never just comes once.

The first lie, I forgave.

The second, I bled.

The third? It broke something in me I’m not sure I’ll ever get back.

And then came the words that snapped the last thread holding me together.

"Julia, can't you just stop being so difficult? Stop acting like the world revolves around you."

That was when I knew.

The man who once walked through fire for me…Had turned into the very beast I needed saving from.

The love I thought I had—it wasn’t love. It was a gilded cage, pretty from the outside, but still a prison.

And if I was ever going to be free, I'd have to be the one to smash it open. Even if it meant setting the wolf on fire with it.

Enter a world where love and obsession collide... Where Power combines with seduction... Where Magnates shatters all boundaries.
These stories feature powerful, commanding men who affect women deeply, seducing them into intense, torturous displays of love, passion, power, and control. Dominant mentors who push female characters to their limits. Good guys who inspire a whirlwind of longing. And everything in between-all daring the face of authority and request.
You will encounter hidden draws, intricate family and kinship links,and amour that will try them all. Normal lives are disrupted and uprooted by feelings, the traitor's blow, and the power of a really felt kinship.

I am Alice, the only heir to the Vampire King. Which means I had a front-row seat to watching my father cheat on my mother with another woman: the very servant paid to be my personal walking blood-bag.

By the third year of their public affair, my mother was handed a death sentence. Terminal Blood Corruption.

Instead of weeping, she ordered the Royal Enchanter to seal her medical records permanently.

"Lokui, are you insane?" the Enchanter slammed her fists on the desk, furious. "Hiding this from him? Dying in silence just to make a cheating man feel guilty is pathetic!"

My mother didn't blink. She calmly wiped the cursed black blood from her lips before turning to look at me.

"I couldn't care less about his guilt," she smiled, her gaze horrifyingly cold and steady. "I am going to use my corpse to build my daughter an unshakable throne."

When the fourth victim from the Chicago arsonist landed on my brother's autopsy slab, I watched from above, a ghost trapped in the room.
As the city's star medical examiner, he recited his findings with detached precision. "Female, twenties. Evidence of controlled, prolonged burning prior to death." He had no idea he was cataloging my murder.
Three days earlier, in that same warehouse, I'd begged into my phone. His fiancée, Harper, held it for me, her smile a blend of sugar and venom. "Call him again, Ivy. Maybe he'll answer for his poor little sister this time?"
A click. Then, his voice.
"Julian, please—"
"Not now, Ivy. I'm choosing our wedding rings."
The dial tone pierced the air. Harper struck the match.
Now, in the morgue's fluorescent glare, I see the blood drain from his face. The report trembles in his hand. Every measurement, every scar—they all whisper my name.
Oh, Julian. With every incision, you were reading my last words.
The killer is right beside you, already in her white dress.

I am the youngest PhD researcher in the Werewolf Alliance—and the creator of the Lunar Phase Suppressor.
That drug has saved countless young wolves who nearly lost themselves during their very first transformation.
On the day I received the Silver Claw Medal, the entire world celebrated me—everyone except my blood-bonded mate.
I rushed back to our northern Dallas villa, hoping to give him the medal as a birthday gift—for him and for our children.
What awaited me was not an embrace, but my daughter Lyra asking in an innocent voice why Emma couldn’t be her mother.
The only one who stood up for me was my son, Luca.
From the very bottom of my drawer, I took out the withdrawal application I had sealed away for years—and signed it along with the divorce papers.
He wanted me, but refused to give me a name.
He couldn’t bear to let me leave, yet shamelessly gave his devotion to someone else.

At my boyfriend's exhibition party, I went into anaphylactic shock after eating the cake Mia handed me.
I stumbled, reaching for my EpiPen, only for Mia to snatch it out of my hand and crush it under her heel.
"Give... it back..." I choked out, grabbing onto my boyfriend's arm.
He just shook me off, disgusted. "Chloe, can you stop being so dramatic? It's not that big a deal."
"Yeah, Mia's basically family," one of his friends chimed in. "You're being way too jealous and controlling."
Nobody was listening to me anymore.
With the last of my strength, I pressed down on the hidden button on the side of my watch — the one I'd never had to use before.

Our plane went down on a deserted island. The boat fit two. My fiancé Callum was the only one who could drive it.
In my last life, he chose me — and left his childhood sweetheart Vesper behind. She didn't survive. He spent five years making sure I knew it was my fault. Every day I breathed was a day she couldn't. When I held a knife to my throat to get a divorce, he drove us both into the sea.
Now I'm back. Same island, same wreckage, same choice.
This life, I said: "Take Vesper."
The relief on his face — the way his whole body unclenched — told me everything five years of marriage never did.
He promised he'd come back for me. He didn't look back once.
I knew I had to save myself. But the bear — the same one that ate Vesper in my last life — reached the crash site before I could move.

The day college decisions came out, my parents bought my twin sister a Porsche.
It was my eighteenth birthday too. Nobody brought it up. I stood in the doorway in my diner uniform while the whole room sang her name.
That night the four of them went out to dinner to celebrate her. The car only sat four, so my father handed me a hundred dollars and told me to order myself something at home.
Four days later, six thousand four hundred dollars vanished from my account. Two years of washing dishes, gone to her sorority dues. My mother's name was on the account, so it wasn't even illegal.
I didn't scream and I didn't beg. I went upstairs and clicked Accept on the full ride to MIT that had been sitting in my inbox for three days.
Nobody in that house ever wanted me. So I booked a one-way ticket, cut myself out of the family photo, and left my key on the shoe rack.
I wasn't coming back. Not for graduation. Not for any of them.

News broke that a classmate had fallen from a building. The forensic assessment said it was homicide. Someone claimed they’d seen the killer: a young girl in a red coat.
The police came to our home. My stepsister shoved me forward. Mom said, “My daughter owns a red coat and she wasn’t at home yesterday.”

For six years, I was her driver, her errand boy, and her servant.
On the night of her engagement, she said, "He's just my driver."
Her fiancé ruined my company.
I sold my shares, changed my phone number, and bought a one-way ticket.
She chased me to the airport and asked me why.
I said, "Because I don't want to,"
"Waiting for someone who will never look back at me."

On my daughter’s 100-day celebration, I found explicit messages between my husband and his secretary.
During our fight, he “accidentally” pushed me off the second floor, trapping me in a wheelchair forever.
He fired the secretary and cared for me personally, winning everyone’s praise and pity.
Only I knew he took secret late-night calls, his eyes full of disgust when he looked at me.
Until his mistress moved in, and my daughter screamed at me: “Just die.”
I smiled and pulled out a hidden voice recorder from my wheelchair.
Three years of silence, all for this moment.
James, your karma has come.

“Being on that bed with me?”

Lust. Losing the battle with his lust, my boss, Luther Haastrup, let out an inhumane growl and bit into my neck.

My wrists were cuffed above my head by his hands but as the need to feel and touch him grew stronger, I fought to release myself from his hold. I gripped his head tightly, pressing it closer from where it laid between my breasts. I wasn't ready to let go of him. It felt magical being underneath him as he pounded into me.

Reese Quin, a secretary to Luther Haastrup. She's very reserved, but is a sex addict due to a trauma she suffered from when she was younger. Luther Haastrup, he's a dominant man who made his way to the top. He is very business oriented and cares more about what he doesn't have than what he actually has.

Having been involved in a one-night stand with her boss, Reese finds herself in a dilemma especially when her boss craves more of her touch.

Only for ages 18 and older.

Brianne's life was perfectly normal.

At least, that's what she thought.

Then she discovered that the Alpha of the local werewolf pack and the leader of the vampire clan had spent years waiting for her.

A prophecy spoken generations ago foretold the arrival of a female destined to mate both a wolf and a vampire, creating the first hybrids ever seen. Most believed it was nothing more than a myth.

Until Brianne.

Now two powerful supernatural males are determined to claim the woman fate created for them. Their families have been allies for generations, their friendship unbreakable, and both are willing to do whatever it takes to protect the female destined to change their world forever.

But prophecies create enemies.

Hunters see her as a threat that must be eliminated.

A dangerous stalker becomes obsessed with the power she brings.

As passion ignites and the bond between them deepens, Brianne finds herself caught in a battle that could reshape the supernatural world.

Everyone wants something from her but Brianne isn't a prize to be won.

She's a force of nature.

And she'll fight beside her mates to ensure the prophecy becomes reality.

Being a part of a reserved family, Suki knows her place within the community of the Moonstone pack. She has her duties, and she completes them perfectly, just as her father orders. As the daughter of the Beta, the second in command, she's set to live a life of importance within the pack, helping to aid it to greatness, and that's only meant to become stronger once she finds her mate.

Like every other werewolf, she has dreamt of what it would be like to find her mate when she comes of age, to know what the power of the mate bond truly feels like. However, when she turns 18, she doesn't just experience one bond... she experiences TWO.

Two separate bonds with two completely different males - bad boy Brendan and the perfect soldier Reynard. How could this be? It defies the laws of nature; all werewolves are given one mate and one mate only.

As she and her two mates try to understand their anomaly of a mate bond, they also have to deal with an even greater threat that's approaching - something that's not only a threat to their pack, but to the entire werewolf species.

Will they be able to save the pack? And who will Suki choose as her mate to finally seal the bond... Brendan or Reynard?


18+ Warning: this book is indeed 18+ and NSFW. Moderate spicy scenes occur at the beginning of the book and will intensify to full spice as the story continues. It will also include violence and other 18+ elements, so please be vigilant, and if anything makes you uncomfortable, please refrain from reading further.

"I hate you," I said, but my voice came out as a whisper.

"I know," he whispered back, closing the distance between us. He grazed my lower lip wth his thumb and tugged it down slightly.
"But I still want you." He added, his lips inches away from mine.

He placed his forehead on mine, his nose grazing mine. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the kiss.

I hated him. I hated how my body react to him. To his touch, his smell, to everything about him. He made my life hell since the moment he set eyes on me. But I still can't stop myself from wanting him. I knew I shouldn't. Everything about him was wrong. He was my damnation. The King that doesn't hesitate to sacrifice his subjects. But I was far too gone to care. I would gladly go to hell if Drayton King sits on the throne.
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Arielle McAlister and Drayton King are the most popular kids at Diamond High. They're the King and Queen of the school. But like any organization, there can only be one leader. The two students hated each other.

But after Arielle was diagnosed with cancer just before the start of senior year, the dynamic of their relationship slowly starts to change. Arielle began facing troubles at school because of her condition.

How will Arielle navigate this new difficulty as the school's fallen queen? And when a worst enemy suddenly became an ally, will she agreed to put aside their feud for the greater good?

“Clarissa Emberdale, I reject you! Leave my pack at once!!” It replays in her mind, and she is compelled to leave the group, her head down in shame. But it isn't enough to deter Clarissa from living her best life as a caregiver while simultaneously providing a better life for the kid growing in her belly. She decided to take a second chance at everything except love. Having made up her mind that there is no guy that would actually love her except to use her, she was given the opportunity to be the caretaker of the grandmother of a multimillionaire, Jason. Though he was out of her league, she can’t help falling in love with him daily. When her ex returns back with an apology and a bouquet of roses, he found out that she was already in a relationship. With rage and determination, he vowed to win her back with his Alpha abilities, because he couldn’t bear her with being with another man.

Grim Reapers. Saving lives. Lessons in love. 

(Previously published as Drinking With Death)

For some, it's a fictitious world, but for Debra's friend, it will become her life. 

For once, nothing is going right in her world, but she always has her friend to help her, right?

Right?

Ushering souls into the afterlife was something she scoffed at…until it became all too real. 

Now she is attracting men like she is one of the seven sins.

Can she deal with her business having unexpected troubles, help others before Death takes them, and have a love life when one wasn't expected?

Or will becoming Death take it all away?

Grab a glass of wine and read this Women's Paranormal Fiction story. Just be careful when taking a sip since the laughs can be dangerous! ​

Elizabeth is a seventeen year old girl who has an ugly past due to family and emotional turmoil. She lost her best friend in the process and since then she has been having nightmares constantly for two years.

Not until she meets Adam, an eighteen years old boy who helps her with her emotional problems where she's able to get over the death of her friend and the nightmares.

But there's more to Adam.

He drinks, smokes, and loves partying. He is known as the school golden boy as he is the striker and also the captain of the school football team. He is also a popular boy in Southwest high school.

As they get close, they start to see past their big walls as they fall in love but none of them are willing to admit it since they belong to two different worlds.

I have been a keeper of many secrets since I was old enough to know what secrets were. No one knows the truth or the real me. No one knows about the abuse I suffer from my father behind closed doors. No one knows about the cuts and scars I hide from the world.

To the outside world, I am your average teenager, but the truth is, I am a broken girl with no one to love her, to see the real sadness in my eyes. I keep it to myself because I want to. It is things I have hidden for years, and no one seems to notice.

Until him, Ryland. The new boy in the town. The stranger who sees right through me from the second we meet. We are drawn to one another like a moth to the flame. The more I get to know him, the more I see I am not the only one fighting demons.

To start with, he is a pain in my ass, but every day we grow closer, and we become what the other needs. A bond develops between us, one that becomes unbreakable. Neither of us realised that when two broken souls come together, it would be exactly what we needed to help one another heal. He shows me love, something I haven’t had since I lost my mother.

I soon learn that just because you are broken doesn’t mean it needs to stay that way. Your past doesn’t need to define you.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Physical abuse (It does happen, not often and not in too much detail). Rape, suicide, and self-harm are also mentioned. It doesn’t happen in the book, but it's discussed.

On the eve of the wedding, Dante sold me to Alex, a deranged auto mechanic, for two dollars.
His friend confused.
“You’re going to marry Chole, that adult film actress. Just send Lucia away. You two were betrothed as children, and she’s lived with the Costellos for ten years. You must care about her at least a little.”
“That mechanic’s violent and ugly. She’ll suffer terribly if she marries him.”
Dante smirked.
“It’s just a small punishment. Chole comes from the bottom and is riddled with insecurities; all she wants is the title of wife. But Lucia refused to be my mistress, and worse, she made Chole cry.”
“Mark my words. Before half a day passes, she’ll throw a fit, threaten to take her own life, and beg me to let her stay by my side.”
His friend shook his head.
“Aren’t you scared she’ll go through with the marriage out of spite?”
Dante sipped his tea unhurriedly.
“No need to worry. She’s believed since childhood that she’d be my wife. Even if she’s furious for a moment, she’d never give herself to another man. I’ll rescue her after I marry Chole the day after tomorrow, then take her on as my mistress. She’ll only grow more devoted to me afterward.”
I clutched the two dollars tight and turned away without a word.

When the apocalyptic red rain fell, my brother and I both awakened spatial abilities.

He awakened a space as vast as a mansion and was hailed by the entire family as their savior.

While I only awakened a "suitcase" and was ruthlessly drained of all my assets by my parents to support my brother, then kicked out of the house.

They mocked me cruelly: "We don't keep deadweights. Go wait for death in the 70-degree furnace outside!"

What they didn't know was that my brother's space had no preservation function—his stockpile of premium ingredients would soon rot into a pile of maggot-infested meat.

But my suitcase had upgrade attributes!

While they fought each other over a sip of putrid green water in the 200-degree hellscape,

I sat in the "Eden" I had created, watching herds of cattle and sheep, drinking ice-cold fresh milk.

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...

My name is Evelyn. I grew up in the slums. Now, I'm the wife of Victor De Luca, head of New York's most feared mafia family.
Outsiders say I left him for money when he had nothing, then shamelessly came crawling back once he rose to power.
Only Victor and I know the truth. He paid five million dollars to drag me back, chain me here like a dog, and lock me away.
He married me, trapped me in this estate, and found new ways to break me every day.
He brought his mistress into our bed. He used his power to grind what was left of my dignity into dust.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
I'm dying.
I have an inherited bone marrow failure disorder. The same disease that drained my mother dry. Now it's my turn.
Five years ago, I took the money and walked away. I let everyone call me every name they wanted because I couldn't make him watch me waste away.
I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of pain.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
This long, slow torture is almost over.

Dylan’s breath fanned my face. "Don't ever make me remind you that you're my pet!"

"Let me go—" I croaked out as his hand pressed further against my throat.


Reet’s life is already falling apart.

With her home lost, her father in prison, and Dylan Carter—the school's bad boy making her his favorite target, Reet curses her fate when she discovers she's meant to live in the same house with him.

Dylan is Brookwood High's star quarterback and the golden boy in the game of hierarchy, alongside Vanessa Hale, his high level girlfriend and Brian Smith, his one and only rival.

But behind the fame and cruelty, Dylan hides secrets darker than anyone knows.

When rumors destroy Reet’s reputation and the truth about her father begins to surface, the line between enemy and protector starts to blur.

And rivalry becomes the seed of familiarity.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air.

He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

Selina’s marriage has been a prison of neglect. Two years of cold touches, empty nights, and a husband who refuses to notice her desires have left her aching for more than affection… aching for pleasure.
When temptation comes in the form of the household gardener, Selina can no longer resist. What begins as a stolen moment of lust quickly spirals into a dangerous, forbidden game. But the real shock comes when her husband’s son walks in, and Selina finds herself pulled into a world of dark desire, secret pleasures, and a passion she never knew existed.
Now, caught between two men who crave her as much as she craves them, Selina must navigate lust, secrecy, and betrayal—all while keeping their forbidden games hidden from the world.
In a house where every glance, every touch, and every whisper threatens to expose them, Selina will discover just how intoxicating—and dangerous—desire can be.

Toby and Jarold stand at the head of the platform at the annual pack ceremony. As the Alpha's heirs and still neither having a mate, their father had been strutting them around every pack meeting since he won the Alpha position.

"What do you think the chances of us just happening upon our mate after two years of being forced to shake every available hand in the pack?" Toby muttered to his brother between people.

"The same amount as any other occasion, which is pretty much none." Jarold muttered back, though he gave a friendly enough smile to the female in front of him who was looking up at him with stars in her eyes.

"I know it has to be skin to skin contact to trigger the mark but you'd think we'd have some clue from our wolves recognizing each other." Toby said.

"Dad said when the human form doesn't want to be mated, they may block their wolf's call." Jarold said with a shrug.

"You're up." Christine nudged her sister, Kathrine, with a grin. They had been at the back of the line, just in protest of having to be a part of the ritual at all.

With a sigh Kathrine went up in front and grasped hands with Toby then felt her eyes go wide as a slight sting lit her palm at the same time as his eyes widened.

"Now grasp Jarold's hand." A gravelly voice demanded from behind them, having not missed their reactions.

Unable to refuse their Alpha's command, Jarold held out his hand for Kathrine and the same stinging sensation touched them both.

"Allow me to introduce the next Luna and the mate of my heirs, Kathrine Brown." Alpha Jackson called out for the crowd to hear.

Here is an adaptation crafted in the style of a bestselling contemporary Western psychological thriller or domestic drama hook, using fast-paced, high-tension American English:

For three years, I was the envy of Manhattan’s elite—the untouchable heiress with the flawless life.

My husband? The media constantly fawned over him, dubbing him "God’s gift to women" and the absolute epitome of a perfect gentleman.

Then came the video. The damn video that shattered it all.

Kneeling on the floor, wearing a thick leather collar like a pathetic stray, was the man I had loved deeply for years.

At the other end of the leash stood another woman, the stiletto of her red-soled Louboutin pressing ruthlessly into his cheek.

"Tell me, what are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Mistress Elena's dog," he whimpered. "I just want to get away from Sienna... I'm so sick of that suffocating bitch."

Every vow, every promise we ever made, instantly dissolved into a sick, twisted joke.

But instead of breaking down, I just smiled. And I hit save.

If he wanted to act like a dog so badly, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I was going to make sure he choked on that damn leash.