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The remote vacation villa was saturated with suffocating male testosterone.
Deep in the night, my life-saving suppressants inexplicably vanished. The moment the drugs wore off, my unspeakable secret—my sex addiction—unleashed its most violent, lethal backlash in history.
What was even more fatal was that, through a twisted twist of fate, the man I was forced to share a room with tonight was my stepbrother, renowned for his absolute abstinence and cold, iron-fisted ruthlessness.
I thought that once my embarrassingly out-of-control, in-heat state was exposed, he would treat me like a monster and kick me away in disgust.
But I never expected—
This aloof man, who usually wouldn't even spare me a glance, now carried an irresistible, scorching aggression, ruthlessly sliding his large, rough hand straight up my thoroughly soaked panties...

My three-year-old daughter hides behind the sofa whenever I try to hold her now.

“Mommy is scary,” she whispers, clutching her stuffed bear like a shield.

I thought it was just a toddler’s overactive imagination.

Until I checked the camera feed in my own bedroom.

I watched a woman who looked exactly like me step out of the shadows of our antique mirror, slip into my husband’s bed, and kiss him.

I thought I was the luckiest person in the apocalypse.
My brother, a former special forces soldier, brought me supplies so I wouldn't have to face the horrors above ground.
My girlfriend comforted me over the radio, saying she'd cry in my arms once we could finally get out.
I lived underground for three years, grateful like a domesticated dog.
Until that day, when I pushed open the door, smelled fresh grass, and saw the swimming pool in the sunlight—that's when I understood that the so-called apocalypse was never outside, but behind the door they had locked me in.

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 died on the day my fiancé Song Jinnian got engaged to his white moonlight, Shen Zhiyi.

Shen Zhiyi wore the evening dress designed by Song Jinnian himself, smiling sweetly as she linked her arm through his, accepting blessings from every guest in the hall.

I was at the scene of a car crash on Highway 23, half a steel rebar piercing straight through my chest. Warm blood trickled down the cold metal, pooling into a stark, glaring red pool beneath me.

I called Song Jinnian seventeen times.

He hung up instantly on the first sixteen.

On the seventeenth ring, he finally answered.

The melodic music of the banquet hall hummed in the background. His voice was low, laced with unbridled impatience: “What’s your problem now? How many times do I have to say it—marrying Zhiyi is just a formality. Can’t you act your age and quit this nonsense?”

I tried to speak, but blood froth surged up my throat, stealing my ability to form a full sentence. All I heard was the busy tone as he hung up without a second thought, echoing in the empty car, one beep at a time, shattering my last shred of hope.

Song Jinnian would never know that the girl he dismissed as a spoiled, tantrum-throwing lady was pinned to the driver’s seat by that steel rebar.

Beneath my slightly bulging abdomen lay our two-month-old unborn child.

Trembling, I let go of the phone soaked in blood. With my final ounce of strength, I dialed the funeral home.

“Hello. Near Highway 23… please come collect a body from a car crash.”

A pause came from the other end, followed by the routine question:

“Who are you to the deceased?”

All around me, only the rain hammered against the car windows, and my breath grew fainter and fainter. I forced out my last words:

“I am… the deceased herself.”

I divorced the same man nine times.
The first eight times, I was the one sobbing, begging him not to go.
The ninth time, I was the one who slid the papers across the table.
He signed them, then told me we'd remarry once she left.
I said okay.
What he didn't know was that my flight was already booked.
This time, I was leaving for good.

Ryan loves me deeply—at least that's what everyone says. Seven years together, we look like the perfect couple to outsiders. But only I know he's betrayed me three times.

The first time was three years ago. His brother died saving him, leaving behind his widow Sophia—Ryan's unforgettable first love. He married her behind my back. When I found out, I completely fell apart. I have dignity. I refuse to be the other woman. I wanted to leave, but he begged on his knees. "This is just to take care of my sister-in-law. Once I find the truth about my brother's death, I'll divorce her. Then we can get married."

I believed him. I forgot that a man never lets go of a lost love he's gotten back.

The second time was at last year's company anniversary. In front of everyone, he introduced Sophia as his wife. I watched them on stage, a knife through my heart. That night he explained, "It's just for show. Once everything's over, we can be together."

I believed him again.

The third time was two weeks ago. Surveillance footage showed Ryan with Sophia entering a hotel room. I rushed to confront him, but heard her voice outside his office. "Ryan, I'm pregnant. It's your baby."

Through the crack in the door, I see him hesitate. In that instant I understand.

He's going to keep her.

He spots me and rushes out in a panic. "It was an accident! Let me explain! After she has the baby, I'll give her money and make her leave. She won't be in our lives anymore!"

In that moment, I finally wake up. There will be no future for us.

Aurelia, princess of the Light Fae Clan, sacrificed everything to save Caleb, a young noble cursed with blood plague. She fed him her golden life‑blood, bound herself with a silence spell to hide imperial secrets, and swore to protect him forever—even if it cost her freedom.
Blinded by false accusations and manipulated by a cruel dark witch, Caleb turned on the woman who gave him life. He chained her with deadly cold iron, tore out her Life Core, imprisoned her in a freezing basement, and watched his beloved’s younger brother die by his own hand.
When Aurelia unleashes the forbidden stardust self‑destruction curse and fades into glowing ashes, Caleb finally uncovers the terrible truth. Drowning in endless regret and self‑loathing, he embarks on a brutal path of atonement—punishing the witch, saving the last surviving Fae, and torturing himself for years.
But some sins can never be washed away.Some saviors never return.And the noble who killed his Fae savior will pay with his life.

Here is the translation, adapted into the explosive, high-stakes style of a bestselling American domestic thriller. The pacing is sharp, and the emotional transition from shock to cold vengeance is deeply amplified:

For five years, I honestly believed I was the happiest woman alive.

Until today. The day I came home early and stood frozen just outside the balcony, listening to his phone call.

"What? Shuying, you're pregnant?" Tingshen's voice was laced with a raw, unbridled euphoria I had never once heard before. "I knew getting rid of Jiang Wan's baby back then was the right move."

My knuckles turned stark white as I death-gripped the ultrasound report in my hand.

Qin Shuying. My absolute worst rival. They had been sleeping together.

"Tingshen, are you sure she won't find out?" Shuying's sickeningly sweet voice drifted through the phone's speaker, piercing my eardrums. "If Jiang Wan ever realizes you were the one who killed her baby, she's going to raise hell."

"Relax." Tingshen laughed, his tone dripping with the kind of casual contempt reserved for swatting a fly. "She's so clueless. She honestly believes it was her own failing body. The stupid bitch even cried and apologized to me. She'd never in a million years suspect I drugged her."

My nails drove so brutally into my palms that they broke the skin.

"Besides, I finally got my hands on her core design drafts. Consider them a welcome gift for our baby. As for her shares in the company..." He paused, savoring his own smugness. "She's about to sign them all over to me anyway. So what if her old man built an empire? It's all dropping right into my lap."

The world tilted violently on its axis.

I was carrying his child again.

Just five minutes ago, before I overheard this monstrous phone call, I had been acting like a giddy fool, planning the perfect way to surprise him with the news.

My trembling hand drifted down to my lower stomach. My chest cracked open, a visceral, violent tearing of my own heart. The baby I had desperately longed for and mourned... chemically aborted by their own father, all to keep his mistress happy.

My sweet babies, I thought, the devastating sorrow rapidly freezing into sheer, icy rage. Mommy is going to make them pay for every drop of blood.

Siren's Reef only breeds women.
On this isolated island, Henrietta's orphanage takes in all fatherless girls. She raises us until our eighteenth birthday—the night of the "Coral Crowning," an annual coming-of-age ritual that supposedly earns the Sea God's blessing.
My sister Saffron and I are identical twins, raised wearing the exact same face.
But on this island, the same face doesn't spell the same fate. She was the one Henrietta spoiled from birth; I was the one allowed to trail behind her.
I thought it would always be this way. Until she died. Henrietta claimed Saffron broke the rules and was flayed alive by the serrated edges of the reef. But that day, I saw it with my own eyes: Saffron's signature dimple had appeared on Henrietta's cheek—where none had been before.

An hour ago, at the company’s press conference, I had just helped my husband Carlisle quell the ninety-ninth scandal of his affair.
Now, he has my assistant Russell pinned against my office desk, kissing him, his hand slipping under Russell’s miniskirt and groping wildly.
In that moment, I’ve already planned the publicity spin for the hundredth time.
But I’m not sure if my dear husband Carlisle and his lover will make it that far.
Because the revenge banquet I’ve been preparing for three years is about to begin.

As the only daughter of a mafia family, I learned early that trust doesn't come cheap. When my father got sick, he gave me an ultimatum: if I want to take over the family, I have to get married first.

Everyone assumed I'd pick my childhood friend, Vincent Moretti—son of my father's right-hand man. Hell, even I thought so. Until my last life, when he left me to burn.

Father died in an ambush. I was trapped in a metal cage at an abandoned dock warehouse while flames swallowed everything. I begged Vincent for help. He stood thirty feet away, the cage key right by his feet.

"Cat, as long as your father's alive, he'll never give me the family. This isn't personal. It's business."

Sophia was wrapped around him—my so-called best friend. She smiled at me and said she'd take good care of everything.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw a figure in black charging into the flames—Elijah, the bodyguard I'd called "trash" and "a dog."

Then I opened my eyes and woke up a month before my birthday party. This time, I'm giving that position to someone who actually deserves it.

But why is Vincent on his knees at my engagement party, crying and begging me to marry him?

I hid in my best friend's closet to catch my fiancé cheating.
Through the gap in the door, I saw them on the bed. Tessa was blindfolded, wrists tied to the headboard with silk scarves. Callum's hands wrapped around her throat—some kind of breath play, I guessed.
Then her moaning turned to choking.
Her body convulsed. Her bound hands clawed at nothing. Her legs kicked against the mattress.
Then stopped.
Callum released her throat. Checked her pulse. Sighed.
And lit a cigarette.
He sat there scrolling his phone next to her body. No panic. No CPR. No 911.
Like this wasn't his first time watching someone die.
I bit my hand to keep from screaming. Blood seeped across the floor toward my bare feet.
Then he walked toward the closet.
I escaped that night. Barely. Ran three floors up to my neighbor's apartment—Dr. Neve Ashton, a trauma therapist. Beautiful. Warm. The kind of woman who made you feel safe just by existing.
She pulled me inside, locked the door, handed me tea.
"I called the police," she said. "They're on their way."
An hour passed. No sirens.
I looked at her. She smiled.

Three years ago, on their way to attend my graduation art exhibition, the cruise ship carrying my fiancé and my family caught fire.

Over the past three years, I downed sleeping pills countless times, desperately wanting to follow them into the afterlife. Every single time, my adopted sister, Serena, saved me, crying hysterically as she shoved her fingers down my throat to make me throw up.

"They are already gone! Harper, you can't keep living in the past. You have to live on for their sake!"

After fainting from yet another high fever and being rushed to the hospital, I was diagnosed with terminal leukemia.

The doctor said I had a month left, at most.

I refused their advice to find a bone marrow match. Clutching my family's belongings, I decided to go back to our old estate in the suburbs for one last look.

While I was walking in a daze, a little boy running wildly crashed hard into my legs.

A male voice that had haunted my dreams for years rang out from behind me. "Alistair, if you keep running off, what will you do if Mommy and Daddy don't want you anymore?"

In an instant, it felt like I had been plunged into freezing water. I froze in place.

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All Emma ever wanted was to feel like she belonged. Put up for adoption as a child and quitting her first job because of her boss, she was desperate to navigate her young adult life.
Luckily for her, she landed a job as a live-in maid to the rich and powerful Ethan Hollen. Emma was in charge of preparing Ethan's coffee every morning and soon enough, more things started heating up between the two but there's just one problem. Ethan is engage to another woman.

Isabel has everything—beauty, success, the perfect relationship. So why does she feel so empty? When she discovers the mystical dream realm, she finds what she’s been craving: Alexander. He’s everything her perfect life isn’t—wild, passionate, impossible. Twin flames colliding in a world where every forbidden fantasy becomes reality. And she’s done pretending to be satisfied.

EJ Hollen and Zenia Blackman were friends before deciding on having things get more serious between them. All EJ wanted was to be loved for who he is but Zenia was bended on true love doesn't exist and was more keen on living in the moment. She was also harboring a dark secret from EJ and when he found out, all things fell apart, including their relationship.
Would they ever love each other again?

Sacha Rish is a young African American woman with a little sister to care and provide for. When their parents tragically passed away, Sacha is left all alone to care for Judy so that she doesn't end up in foster care, but Sacha's life is rough. After losing her job and her apartment, she's desperate more than ever to make ends meet and just when she was on the brink of 'rock bottom'... She meets multi millionaire Christian Alexander who gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. This offer came with activities Sacha had no experience in. And things became heated when she fell for Christian.

“Tell me to stop, Cathy and I will,” Calum whispers into my ear as his cock teases my wet entrance.

“Don't stop, Cal,” I groan into the pillow. I want my stepbrother’s dick inside me and I want it now. “Please. I don’t want you to stop.”

* * *

Life after high school hasn’t been kind to Calum. When his mother remarries again and offers him the option of living with her new family till he figures out his life, he jumps on the opportunity.

Cathy is living her best life. Her father has finally found love after her mother’s death. What better way to celebrate it than with a night out at the bar and three of her most favourite people? One drink leads to another and the tipsy Cathy is dared to kiss the hot stranger sitting by himself at the bar.

Easy peasy, right? What’s a little tongue tango with a stranger? Until the next day. She finds the hot stranger at her house, sitting comfortably on the couch is none other than her stepbrother.

I took time out of my busy schedule to come back and celebrate my husband's birthday, only to accidentally learn from my daughter that my husband had been maintaining intimate contact with his first love.

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

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

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

I chose to leave!

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

It's too late!

Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible. Noah was the quintessential “It” guy at school—charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson’s best friend and Jessa’s biggest bully. During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin. As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah. Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson’s sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies? Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside.

Tia never wanted to marry Adam Black But she had no choice, and he certainly didn’t want her at least not at first. Forced into marriage by his grandmother’s wishes, Adam treated her coldly, harshly, and without mercy, while Tia, gentle and soft-hearted, endured it all.

They both fell in love but will that love last forever??

Watch out for the beautiful story of Adam black And Tia Nelson

Amalie is more special than she ever thought possible. Why would the twenty-two-year-old think any different after she has been told she’s nothing for her whole life by her family? Adoptive mother of a three-year-old, Ama has been locked up by her family for the past seven years. But everything changes when her old friends, the Alpha twins, Markus and Calyx, take over the Moonstone pack. Finding out that the twins are her mates, she is a white wolf, and has a connection to the Moon Goddess, is just icing on the cake of her life is a huge mess. Ama just wants a normal life with her mates and protecting her pup, but life rarely gives us what we want. She is thrust into world that she no longer remembers and has forgotten her. Amalie is charged with protecting those closest to her. But she has her own past to overcome as she heals and attempts to move forward. Will she come out alive or lose herself along the way? After all, someone has to be pulling the strings, why not pull her along for the ride?

My Ex leaked explicit photos of me on the Internet.

I wanted to die that night, So I jumped into the river.

The cold water wrapped around me like a final embrace, and I thought... finally, peace.

But HE pulled me out.

You might be wondering who pulled me out.

It's no other than Alexander Graham. The nonchalant heir to the Graham Corp and the selfmade CEO of Eco Oils.

That jerk!! pulled me out Not to save me.

But to OWN me.

He didn't rescue me out of kindness. He saw an opportunity—a broken, scandal-ridden actress desperate enough to sign anything.

A contract marriage. No love. No emotions. Just... 15 insane Rules.

But here's what he didn't plan for:
Every rule he made..... He was the first to break them.
Every time he swears he doesn't care... his eyes tell a different story.

My family and ex destroyed me once.

But I'm coming back for EVERYTHING they took.

And this cold hearted devil pretending to be my husband? He's the perfect backing I need to destroy them.

But guess what.....There's something else I found out.

Turns out this billionaire has skeletons in his damned cupboard......

Declan Hartley thought becoming Alpha of the Greyfang Pack at seventeen was the hardest thing he'd ever face, until he caught her scent in the academy's Great Hall and his wolf roared mine. One glance at Vivienne Ashford, and everything he thought he knew about control shattered. The problem? She's human, completely oblivious to the supernatural world hiding in plain sight, and her father is Edmund Ashford the most ruthless werewolf hunter in the British Isles.

Vivienne Ashford has spent her entire life in isolation, tutored privately by a father consumed by hunting what he calls "abominations." When she's finally permitted to attend Blackthorn Academy for her final year, she craves nothing more than normalcy. She never expected to be drawn to the mysterious football captain whose mere presence awakens something feral inside her, or to discover that the recurring nightmares aren't nightmares at all, but suppressed memories clawing their way to the surface.

An arranged bride. An accidental claim. A love worth defying everything for.
—
When nerdy, bookish Elizabeth “Lizzie” Foster sets her eyes on Reese Blackwood at a wedding, she makes a wildly uncharacteristic decision.

He’s going to be her first.

Reese is charming, sexy, reckless, and far too attractive for his own good—the notorious son of a billionaire who’s never had to chase anyone in his life. But after one unforgettable moment, Lizzie thanks him politely… and tells him she hopes they never see each other again.

For the first time, Reese is the one left wanting more.

Fate, however, has other plans.

Desperate to escape her controlling mother and finally claim her independence, Lizzie attempts a daring escape—only to be cornered at the airport before she can board her flight. With security closing in and her future slipping away, she does the only thing that comes to mind.

She grabs Reese Blackwood after seeing him in the crowd, kisses him senseless, and announces to her mother and the world:
“Meet my boyfriend. We’re getting married… and I’m pregnant.”

Stunned—but spotting the perfect opportunity to defy his ruthless father and an arranged marriage with an unbearable woman he never wanted—Reese plays along.

Now bound by a scandalous lie, a fake relationship, and a very public fake “pregnancy,” Lizzie and Reese are forced into a dangerous game of pretence. He’s hiding secrets that could destroy them both. She’s fighting for freedom she’s never had. And neither of them expected the biggest complication of all—

Falling for each other might be the one lie they can’t survive.

What could possibly go right?

Merrielynn Fortner doesn't remember her past when she arrives at Pinnthorpe Academy on a full scholarship.
She just wants to keep her head down and survive.
Then she catches the schools most dangerous Prince—Cormac 'Chaos' Graves—in a compromising position, and he makes it his mission to destroy her if she says a word.
But his secret isn't the only thing tying them together.
She's his fated mate. And Cormac would rather see her ruined than accept that bond.
She doesn't understand the hatred burning in his eyes every time he looks at her. She doesn't know why he can't stay away even while he promises her destruction.
She doesn't realize he's fighting something much deeper than anger.
Because Cormac remembers everything she's forgotten from her past.
And what he knows could destroy them both.
The mate bond doesn't care about his rage. It pulls them together with every heated glance, every vicious word, every moment the line between hate and desire blurs beyond recognition.
Fate tore them apart once.
Now it's dragging them back together.
And the boy trying to break her might be the only one who can save her.
Some things are meant to stay buried. Some people are worth burning the world down for.

"Lily, listen to me. Every IVF cycle you went through was a lie. James was injecting you with experimental fertility drugs—unapproved, illegal. You were a test subject. The baby… it's not even genetically his."
Her world shatters with those words.
After twenty failed IVF treatments and four years of heartbreak, Lily Collins finally has everything she's ever wanted: she's pregnant with the miracle baby she and her husband James fought so hard for. But the man she married is becoming someone she doesn't recognize—controlling, secretive, and increasingly dangerous.
When James strikes her for the first time, Lily tells herself it's the stress. When he isolates her from friends and monitors her every move, she convinces herself it's concern for the baby. But when she discovers he's been lying about their fertility treatments, she realizes the father of her unborn child might be hiding something far more sinister than she ever imagined.
Meanwhile, across the city...Alpha werewolf Ace Winters has spent years searching for his destined mate. When the bond finally calls to him, leading him to a pregnant woman living in fear, his protective instincts roar to life. But his mate is human, fragile, and already running from one dangerous man. One wrong move could send her fleeing forever. One right move could save her life.
Two men. One woman. A baby caught in between.
As Lily fights to uncover the truth about her husband's deceptions, she has no idea that her salvation might come from the mysterious stranger watching over her or that accepting his protection will thrust her into a world where fairy tales are real. Love can be written in the stars.
But first, she has to survive long enough to discover that monsters don't always look like monsters...And heroes don't always look entirely human.

"How dare you touch me with those filthy hands stained with my father's blood?" he growled, his eyes burning with rage. My hands shook, my heart raced.
"You and I can no longer be mates, Ember. I, Brandon Ryder, now Alpha, reject you as my mate. Accept my rejection."
On the eve of her wedding, Ember's life is turned upside down. Falsely accused of her father's death, she's imprisoned, only to learn the shocking truth—her mate, Brandon, and her best friend conspired to destroy her and her unborn child.
Escaping to protect her children, Ember is caught by Brandon. As she's about to lose everything, she falls off a cliff. Desperate, she prays for salvation, and her answer comes in the form of the feared Lycan Kings of the South: her second chance mates.
With the Grey brothers by her side, Ember becomes a force to be reckoned with. Together, they vow to tear down the Bloodhound Pack that betrayed her, starting with the smallest details and pulling every string. But Ember's path to revenge is far from simple. A stranger appears, claiming to be her betrothed and holding the key to a part of her she thought was lost forever.
Will Ember let fate control her life, or will she make the decisions that change everything before it's too late?

Clutching his shirt, I pull him closer, and he smirks, well aware of the effect he has on me. The wetness in my core intensifies with his touch.Realization dawns on me as I hastily push him away, panting heavily. His gaze, dark with lust, looks at me intently.
The wetness beneath me and the pain in my neck subside, but the tingling sparks remain.His overpowering scent and minty breath envelop me. Then he whispers, "Lyra if I slip my finger inside you, I swear you are dripping wet for me. And you say you hate me?"That is the breaking point. Summoning all my strength, I push him away forcefully, slipping out of his grasp.
Lyra fled for her life when falsely accused of poisoning the Alpha. Pursued, she was rescued by Lycan King Kessler, who she realized was her mate. However, he had killed her parents, making her conflicted. To meet her uncle's demands, she pretends loyalty to the Lycan King but faces threats from the Alpha wants her dead. Her uncle insists on her having an heir with the Lycan King.The Lycan King refused to mate with her.Lyra's journey unfolds as she wrestles with these challenges – will she overcome them or succumb to the pressure?

She's a girl who lost her parents to the rogues attack and was left with ger two elder brothers who decided to change her environment for fear of being hunted again.

Stacey got into a new school. She was treated bad for not being a werewolf.

But everything changed when it happens that she's the Alpha's mate.

Will she agree to be his mate after her parents were killed by creatures like him?

Anne is a special girl, who is young and beautiful. She was neglected by her family as her supposed Stepmother always mistreats her. She always sends Anne away from home to hawk fruits. Anne was deprived of schooling for some years. Until, she miraculously saved the Proprietor of one of the most prestigious schools in the country, "Hillary High School"

There, She was hated by everyone because of her poor family background. She was vulnerable to staying with the rich kids until she met Jeremy. Everything changed after their encounter.
Jeremy is a cute, handsome guy who was sent by his father from the states to further studies at Hillary High School. He hated that he would be staying in Nigeria because he has a feeling of hatred for Nigerians as he saw the country as a dumb country where ugly and clumsy people stay. But, his story and thoughts of Nigerians changed drastically when he met the school Ms. Forbidden, Anne.

Jeremy found himself falling in love with Anne and was ready to do anything to win her heart. Unfortunately, when their love life was about to blossom, an event that tends to destroy their relationship occurred.....

Noelle lives a boring life at the orphanage but everything changes when she becomes 18 and gets selected to be sacrificed to the King of the Sea. The king of the Sea is rumored to be a giant man with no kindness in his heart. Every year he selects an 18-year-old virgin but no one has ever returned. Noelle has no idea why she got picked and what will happen but she sure as hell knows that no one can put out the fire in her heart.

Secrets, intrigue, love, that's what fills this world, your world, the question in this whole story is how far is it able to go? And why?

"P-please...I don't want trouble," the homeless man said, putting his hands up.
With another guttural growl, the attacker suddenly shifted, his body twisting grossly as fur sprouted over his skin. His face elongated into a monster snout filled with sharp fangs as he dropped onto all fours, eyes wild.
A scream caught in Jessica's throat as the beast lunged, clamping its jaws around the homeless man's throat and ripping it open viciously. Warm blood sprayed across the ground as her mind reeled, unable to process the unholy horror unfolding just feet away.
The werewolf lifted its snout, locking eyes with Jessica as a few drops of red speckled her pale cheeks. A low, menacing rumble vibrated from its throat.

Jessica Ward was a very ordinary girl. At least, that's what she thought. She lived in Chicago and had a normal routine. She worked as a finance analyst, home prepped meals, budgeted her money, and sometimes went out with friends. She was good with numbers, data, and facts.

But in a world with ancient prophecies, Jessica finds herself caught out of her routine and caught up in an unbelievable destiny. She is pulled into a werewolf pack and learns she is the fated mate to not just one, but seven powerful alpha males. She must embrace her new Luna powers and create unbreakable bonds with her fated mates. Together they will face betrayals, battles, and a passion burning hotter than the moon itself.

Ana was like every young she-wolf out there.

She couldn't wait to meet her mate.

She didn't expect the way things would go the day she finally met him or the way he would treat her once they met.

Ana's mate wants nothing to do with her but won't let her go. Ana feels like a prisoner to her mate.

Her mind is torn on what to do. She wishes her mate would love her, but he shows no hope of that happening.

She wants to try and build something with him, but he makes things difficult for her. He treats her horribly, and Ana doesn't know why.

Ana wishes he would reject or let her go, but he won't. She feels like he is determined to make her his prisoner forever.

Read and find out how Ana survives being a prisoner to her.

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

I thought I’d found my forever.

Kael was supposed to be my fated mate — my safe place. Instead, he shattered me, ripped away my trust, and left me bleeding in the woods like I was nothing.

Running was the only choice left.

But I didn’t run into freedom. I ran straight into a rival pack, straight into a cage, and straight into the path of two Alphas who couldn’t be more different — one cold and commanding, the other wild and dangerously warm.

They should have killed me. Instead, they’re fighting over me.

And the worst part? My heart is fighting too.
In a world where loyalty is a weapon and love is a battlefield, I’ll have to decide who I am — a victim of betrayal, a pawn in their war… or the Luna who changes everything.

When Beryl was heartbroken finding her boyfriend cheating on her with her step-mum,
The triplet billionaires appeared, claiming to be her mates.
They fall for her, hard. She slept with one of them.
But she doesn’t know whom. Worse, she’s pregnant.
She: Who’s my baby’s father?!

Already heartbroken when her father died, Beryl was devastated when she found her boyfriend f*ucking her step-mum at the parking lot of the funeral. What’s more shocking was the billionaire Armand Lupine’s sudden appearance and his hot triplets claiming to be her mate. And what is mate anyway? Forced to live with Armand and the triplets, Beryl uncovered the realm of the werewolf's world. Though Armand cherishes her, the triplets, star hockey player Nicholas, world-famous painter Brian and rock star Cheney always took every opportunity to make fun of her. Are they really Beryl’s mates? With them around, can Beryl return to the ordinary human life as she wished?

“ I can't wait to take you to my place and fuck you till dawn,” his hand reached to her panty. Pulling it to the side, he caressed her labia. She struggled to free herself.

“ Stay still!” He snapped. “ Your family killed my family, now your womb" He put his middle finger in her core and continued " will carry the blood of Valadimirs. You will be the one who will give birth to them but they will be raised by a pure women not by a woman like you, who whore around and fucks random dude… I can't wait to fill your pussy with my seeds” After giving a hard stroke he removed his finger out of her pussy and touched her womb.

“ Soon this womb of yours will have the blood of mine,” he said and a tear slipped from her eyes.

Eva Miller, 23, was finally free until Rafael Vladimir walked back into her life.
After an one night stand she learns the truth: the man whom she had fucked hours ago was none other than her family’s bloodthirsty enemy, fresh out of prison after thirteen lost years.

Worse… he is the man she was promised to as a child.

Rafael returns for revenge, not mercy. He wants back everything stolen from him, his name, his legacy, and his bride, Eva.

Trapped between vengeance and craving, Eva and Rafael collide in a dangerous dance of power, learning each other’s scars and finding solace in forbidden closeness.

This is not a love story built on tenderness.
It’s forged in fire, vengeance, and desire.

And,

When RAFAEL comes to collect what is his, neither of them will survive unchanged.

SOLD TO MAFIA VALADIMIR

I grew up being my father’s prisoner, didn’t know the outside world. Not in the way I wanted, I was tired of doing only your wishes and living only in my own home. What I most desire is to be free, to live and to love without limits.
And I did, as soon as I met him.
Jordan, it was different and at first glance it won me, it became my salvation, and my redemption. He was much more than I imagined, was the love of my life, but what we did not imagine, however, was that because of intrigues involving our families in the past, our love would be put to the test and thus, we would be separated without knowing for sure what fate reserved us.

"May I be granted the privilege of knowing your name, my Lord? I am a fast learner, I promise."
My words faded into a whisper when I felt the bulge underneath his pelt and my breath hitched in awareness. His arms banded around my waist at once and our hips met, his organ pushing at me from underneath. His touch felt familiar and I had to know for sure.

"Why do you wish to know my name, Miatta?"

"I want to be able to cry out the right name when you give me what we both want."


With no other alternative left to her parents, Miatta, the Princess of the Black Fur Pack is given away to a rival Lycan Pack as a gift to end the ongoing lupine war between them. She loses her honour, and her title and is made a slave in the household of the demonic wolves, the Red Bone Pack. Desperate to find a way out of captivity, Miatta finds a friend and a mate in the most unexpected places.

Lucas, the Potential Alpha of the Red Bone Pack disagrees with his tyrant father's methods of ruling but to prevent falling out of his favour, lives under his rules reluctantly. He saves a sharp-tongued Werewolf Princess from execution and soon meets an interesting challenge in her.

Miatta is stubborn and Lucas is determined but when the two are paired by the matchmaking Moon Goddess, it is up to them to discover their paths together, not as Lord and slave but as equal mates.

“Harry, wait. I can still feel Barry inside me.”

“I can’t wait. I want you, I want my wife’s body now.”

“I want my wife’s body too. After Harry is done, I’ll lick you between your legs.”

“My body is on fire already.”

“Yes. I’ll make your juices flow so that it can quench the fire.”

“I love your luscious breasts the most, Margaret my wife. Let me ease those nipples, I can see how firm they are after Harry’s tongue has been on them.”


Margaret was from a rare bloodline. One thousand years ago, an oath was taken, and a decree was made between two families that the first son and the first daughter of both families would get married and continue a bloodline that was going extinct.

''When the stars align, our families shall unite and continue the blood line.''

In the Kingdom of Magus, Margaret was a commoner serving at the rural council, when a letter was brought by a messenger from a distant land. She would have to travel several miles away from home to meet her husband?

''Husband? How come there are three of you?''

''You belong to all of us.''

Due to poor financial conditions Anna Stark had to marry a crippled old man, Daniel Taylor. Everyone laughed at Anna, but Daniel Taylor appeared gracefully at a party. “Let’s give birth to a child!” “Aren't you disabled?”

His voice, low and gruff broke my thoughts of obsession, "Use me."

It was like a bucket of cold water was thrown on my chest. I turned to him with a scoff full of disbelief. I wanted laugh and throw my hands in the air to show him that I understood what he said was a joke.

But the darkness in his eyes and the heaviness of his brow told me different. He was serious. He tilted his head, his eyes flickering to my lips for a moment before returning to my eyes.

"Use you?"

He shrugged, his eyes landing on my lips again, "I can keep him from bothering you."

"Like a bodyguard?" My stomach was twisting inside me, a ball of nerves making me feel light.

His shoulders shook as he chuckled, lifting his eyes to mine, "You know that's not what I mean."


Kian has been in love with Inesa since he first saw her, but she only had eyes for someone else. After a difficult year facing death, deception, and hate, he returned to school only to be trapped in her gaze again.

Inesa had no idea of Kian’s existence, happily dating Micah. It wasn’t until after he shattered her heart into a thousand pieces that she noticed the forest green eyes that watched her from afar.

Will Kian let himself capture her heart, or will his past keep him from her? Will Inesa let him capture her heart, or will she hide from him, too afraid of her own feelings?

In the werewolf world, the mate bond is sacred and irreversible—or so everyone believes.
When Alpha King Darius Blackthorn finds his fated mate in Elowen Nightvale, an unclaimed, quiet she-wolf with hidden power, destiny seems fulfilled.
But fate makes a cruel mistake.
Because the woman Darius truly loved—Seraphine Mooncrest, his first love who vanished years ago and was presumed dead—returns.
And Darius chooses her.
Elowen is not rejected immediately. She is ignored, sidelined, emotionally abandoned, slowly crushed beneath the weight of being a mate who is no longer wanted.
Until she realizes something far more terrifying:
The Moon Goddess did not choose her by accident

She was born cursed. Branded a bringer of death, Nyra was nothing more than a maid to the Moonfang Pack, unwanted, unloved, and used. But when the powerful and brooding Rowan, future Alpha King of Gravewind, saves her from a rogue attack and claims her as his mate, her life takes a sharp, dangerous turn.

Whispers of jealousy swirl, betrayal brews... and when she’s thrown out and forced into a brutal bond with a cruel rogue Alpha, Nyra almost gives up hope.

Until she runs. Until she hides.
Until the magic in her blood begins to awaken.

Reborn in the human world with a new identity and an unexpected friend, Nyra rises from the ashes, stronger, smarter, and untouchable, until the night her power explodes under the full moon.

Now everyone wants her.
The Alphas. The rogues. The kings.
And the one man she thought had betrayed her.

As the prophecy unfolds, love is tested, blood is spilled, and destinies collide.
Nyra must choose: run again... or rise and rule.