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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.

Some rules are meant to keep us pure. These stories spread your legs and make you beg to break them.

Stepbrothers who shouldn’t touch you, but shove you against the wall and make you scream their name.

Protectors who swear to guard your body, only to break every oath as they fuck you into the mattress.

Strangers who taste like sin and don’t stop until you’re ruined.

Masked lovers who hide their faces while they spread you open and make you beg.

Even supernatural beasts who mark you, breed you, and take you raw until you’re theirs completely.

This isn’t sweet romance. It is raw heat that claws, bites, and devours.

Dangerous, possessive men you should run from, but instead, you’ll spread wider, sink deeper, and take every filthy drop they give you.

Every page is a dare: moan louder, take more, surrender deeper. Because once you give in to the forbidden, you won’t just fall, you’ll beg to be destroyed.

Welcome to your new addiction.

I killed my fated mate to survive.

Beta Shax Wulfric was the pack’s most ruthless hunter, sent to drag me back in chains. So I ended him. Or I thought I did.

Months later, he finds me again. Alive. Amnesiac. And utterly convinced I’m his wife… and the child in my arms is ours.

Now the monster who once rejected and humiliated me looks at me like I’m his entire world. He touches me like I’m something precious.

If he remembers, he’ll kill me.
If he doesn’t, I might fall for him all over again.

Noah Martin is the most handsome physics instructor at his college. Of course, being an ex-model helps a bit in that department. He is engaged to a beautiful and talented designer, Olivia Wilson. They have a newborn daughter, Amelia, and are extremely busy with both of their careers. With the stress of everyday life and their newborn baby… they begin to just live together and not really be together. They skirt around the main issue between them and find excuses to not talk about it. When Noah’s coworker, Lea, and Olivia’s main male model, Adam, show up to tempt them… they are forced to deal with their relationship problems head on.

Warnings: Sexual Content, Cheating, Manipulation.

Suggested Age: 18+

Tell Me it Gets Easier: When a Relationship is Worth Saving is created by Minette Enfers, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I accidentally entered an S-rank horror dungeon, but thought it was some immersive dating show.

Facing the bloodthirsty Ghost King BOSS:

Others: Begging for mercy.

Me (blushing): Those pecs, that battle-damaged look—where did they find such a gorgeous contestant? I'm obsessed!

When he tried to strangle me, I touched his hand. "You're so cold, let me warm you up~"

Ghost King: ???

Facing the psycho doctor with a chainsaw:

Others: Screaming and running.

Me (swooning): Doctor, those beautiful fingers are meant for piano, not chainsaws. Be sweet and put that down!

Doctor: ...

Facing the flesh-eating demon:

Me: Raw meat isn't healthy! Here, have some chocolate instead!

Seven days later, the dungeon collapsed.

Me, waving goodbye through tears. "Even though it was acting, you became my family!"

Melia Bournemouth thought she had lost everything when her father died and a tragic accident left her in a wheelchair.

Her only comfort was her devoted husband, Mathew. But when Melia discovers Mathew is secretly liquidating her last remaining assets to build a life with his pregnant mistress, her grief turns into cold, hard rage.

Desperate for retribution, Melia turns to the only man Mathew fears: Illya Cosgrave, a ruthless and dangerous billionaire with a dark reputation. But as they plot to dismantle Mathew’s empire from the shadows, Melia realizes Illya isn't just a weapon for revenge. He harbors a secret connection to her past that changes everything.

Now, Melia must decide: will she remain the victim, or will she rise from her chair and burn her ex-husband’s world to the ground?

"Aveline, a world without you means nothing to me."
The dragon's scalding blood splattered across my tombstone, melting the thick blanket of snow.
Five minutes ago, he had severed the crimson fox's head—vengeance for me.
I died at the hands of my most cherished companion, died in a carefully orchestrated betrayal. I'd wielded the full power of the Court to elevate that pitiful low-born wretch to godhood, only for him to join forces with my dear sister and plunge a blade into my heart from behind.
And the dragon war god I had scorned—the one I'd humiliated and treated as nothing more than a beast slave—defied imperial decree, razed an entire city, and severed his own life force. All for me.
I watched his dragonfire extinguish completely in the bitter cold. My soul reached out to embrace him, but passed through nothing but endless snow.
Until a blinding light pierced through my vision.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself staring up at the familiar domed ceiling of the Celestial Hall.
I had returned to three years ago, to the Binding Ceremony that sealed my fate.
Reborn into a second chance, those vermin who climbed to power on dragon bones will finally get the hell they deserve.

I loved Finley for two years.
Until 1:00 AM on a Tuesday, when his best friend, Orion, sent me a half-naked photo and a jarring voice note."
If I actually bag her, don't go flipping out on me. A deal's a deal."
I booked the first flight out to confront him, only to catch the boy I loved naked and thrusting into another woman.
But that wasn't even the part that broke me.
When my roommate bypassed the hockey team's private Discord server, I found a channel named: #locker-room-bets.
There was my boyfriend, typing the words that shattered my world: "She's boring... She's like a lost puppy, you can't shake her... Play with her all you want."
My loyalty and two years of my life were nothing but a sick joke.
The entire hockey team had put money down on when I would willingly spread my legs for his best friend.

Every July, my husband left for a business trip to France—so for seven full years of marriage, we never once got to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
This time, I flew all the way to France to surprise him, and mid-flight, I stumbled across a social media post.
My dream girl finally agreed to be with me. How do I make the frumpy, worn-out wife back home file for divorce on her own?
The OP poured out his grievances in the comment section:
When my dream girl suddenly moved abroad, I married her former best friend to keep me company through the hard times, just so I wouldn’t lose touch with her completely.
Now she’s finally said yes to being with me, and I’ve made enough to give her the lavish, privileged life she deserves.
I want my wife to find out about my affair herself so I can get a clean divorce without a fight, but she’s so painfully oblivious. I’ve come home reeking of my dream girl’s perfume on purpose, and every single July I fly here to France for our private time together, watching the lavender bloom in Provence with her. She never noticed a thing.
Perfume. July. France.
Those matching details made my fingers go numb. A deafening buzz exploded in my skull. A bone-deep chill washed over me, and I prayed with everything I had that it was all just a terrible coincidence.
Until I read the final line.
Just got a spending alert from her supplementary credit card—she bought a flight to France. I’m heading to pick up my dream girl now, might as well keep an eye out for her, just in case.
The plane touched down. When I stepped into the arrivals hall, I lifted my head almost instinctively.
There stood Shen Sinian, the man I hadn’t seen in two weeks, in a crisp, tailored suit, a bouquet of roses in his hand, locked in a passionate kiss with a woman with a stunning, willowy figure, her back to me.
He opened his eyes by chance, and through the crowd of travelers, his gaze locked directly with mine.

When my family went bankrupt, my fiancé teamed up with my best friend and sold me to an underground club to pay off their debts.
To secure an investment, that scumbag handed me over to the most powerful kingmaker on Wall Street.
But the moment the call connected, I froze.
The big shot my cheating ex was groveling to was actually my first love—the man I dumped five years ago because he was poor.
Looking at the smug jerk who still had no idea who he was dealing with, I let out a cold laugh.
A deadly revenge game had just begun.

Zombies surrounded the city. I charged alone through the quarantine zone and retrieved the vaccine.
All of humanity hailed me as their savior.
But Amy, my superior and fiancée, pushed me aside at the medal ceremony.
"Your hands are covered in blood. Stand back. Why can’t you be more like David?"
"A truly civilized person ought not to even bear the sight of bloodshed."
Just to live up to her definition of being civilized, I locked away all my guns and became her obedient errand runner for three years. I took bullets for her time and again, yet still got blamed for not being gentle enough.
When the virus mutated later on, I crushed a Tyrant’s skull with my bare hands to save David right on the spot.
She held the trembling David tightly in her arms, slamming the table and yelling:
"If you don’t fix this violent streak of yours, you can forget being my husband as the bureau chief. Apologize to David!"
Every dose of the vaccine I fought to get with my life was used by her to fawn over that pretty boy.
I removed the magazine from my gun and tossed my medal into the rubble.
"You can give this position to whoever you want."

Three years of companionship, I secretly suppressed her violent S-class psionic power with my mortal body.
Yet on the day of her awakening, she cast me out like garbage.
The night I left, her genetic collapse began.
When the Zerg invaded and she knelt begging for mercy, I walked onto the battlefield alone—where my Nullification Field passed, the Zerg Overmind was reduced to a punching bag.
Star nobles dared to touch my sister?
I single-handedly breached their orbital fortress.
Now I've established the iron law of the universe, and all races bow before me.
And that woman who once drove me away is now kneeling in acid rain, her forehead bleeding from kowtowing.
Too bad—my hot pot is ready, and I have no time to open the door.

“Daisy, I’ve thought about bending you over my desk, but I initially thought it would be when I was fucking you,” He told her, anger flicking in his eyes.

“You are such a naughty girl,” he murmured, before pressing her face against his desk, but she released a whimper, clenching her legs together.

“No… No… You don’t get that privilege anymore,” He tutted as he used his legs in parting her clenched legs and delivering a heavy slap to her ass.

“Arrggggh, stop it,” Daisy screamed but it came out as a moan.

“That’s for showing off what’s mine!” Prof Anthony murmured before his right hand moved down to her right cheek and spanked her hard.

“Argggggh,” Daisy screamed.

“You get treated like a slut if you act like one,” Prof Anthony said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass.

“I’m… so…sorrry.. daddy,” Daisy whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words Anthony’s eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously.

“This is mine,” He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. “And I don’t want you showing other riff-raffs what belongs to me!” He snapped.

Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall? Dive into this gripping tale as Daisy faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Daisy discovers that Professor Anthony is a werewolf.

On our first wedding anniversary, I walked into my husband's office and found him having sex with my best friend.

He didn't even apologize. Instead, claiming he was disgusted that I hadn't produced an heir in a year of marriage, he threw divorce papers in my face.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my new husband—Cassian Vitiello, the Godfather of the North American underworld.

Vincent ran into me at the docks. He handed me a business card, offering me a job as a nanny for his mistress's son.

What he didn't know was that the woman he was mocking was now the Donna—the woman the entire East Coast underground feared.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

She never saw it coming. After five years of marriage, it took a DNA test to blow everything up.

The son she raised from birth? Her husband's kid with his ex. And somehow, both of them knew the whole time and said nothing.

It gets worse. She overheard her husband's actual plan: wait for the ex to come back, then push her out of the company "nicely" and hand her five million as a goodbye gift.

Five million? She single-handedly kept that company alive, pouring in her own money and connections to clean up his messes. And that's all she's worth?

She was done. She wanted everything back that was hers.

The ungrateful kid? She's over it. The husband chasing his first love? Good riddance.

But the moment she walked away for real, both of them came running back.

"Baby, please. Just give me one more chance."

She didn't even look up.

After marrying into a wealthy family, has my life turned into a thriller?

At a wealthy family banquet, Sucy fell in love with Bernard at first sight. She thought it was the beginning of happiness, but unexpectedly, it was the prelude to a nightmare.

After getting married, Bernard treated her coldly, yet he showed great care and concern for his adopted sister, Anna.

By chance, Sucy discovered some things that were difficult to explain.

There seemed to be a hidden secret between Anna and Bernard.

She began to wonder what her marriage was really about.

Even more strangely, Sucy would always receive some anonymous photos and text messages, all of which pointed to the intimate relationship between Anna and Bernard.

However, every time she questioned him, Bernard told her not to think too much.

Who on earth sent these mysterious messages? And what kind of conspiracy lies behind them?

In the deep and mysterious mansion of the wealthy family, how many unknown secrets are still hidden?

What is Anna's true purpose?

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

A wealthy heir was ordered to seduce me, intending to photograph me in compromising positions to destroy my reputation.
At midnight, his hands trembled as he prepared to send the photos, but I coldly exposed his cowardice and ambition.
That night, he deleted all the evidence before my eyes, his gaze filled with complete fanaticism and submission.
Later, he knelt on one knee with a diamond ring, but I poured myself a drink: "I don't need a partner to share power with—I just need an obedient dog."

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

I took my sister’s place to save my family. Now I am living a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister vanished without a word, I stepped into her world and became her… the wife of Rowan, a man people fear and never question.
Every day, I live a lie. His son, Dante, looks at me like I am his mother, and something inside me breaks every time he says in a low voice that l look like his mom. But not everyone is fooled.
Rowan’s family watches me too closely. They see what does not belong and they are waiting for me to slip so they can get rid of me for good.
I tell myself I can handle it. That I just need to survive long enough to protect the people I love.
But I am losing control. Because the man I was never meant to love is starting to look at me differently. And the worst part is… I think I am falling for him too.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

"Take me,” she called straddling the Alpha as her lips met his in a blissful kiss, their Scent mixing in lust as Kal’s hands moved to her waist holding her firmly till she let out a moan, “Fuck me till I can't think of them anymore, till I forget I'm broken, and till I'm completely yours,”

“Your wish is my command,”
Anna Lockhart was an Omega who was molested by four Alphas before she was raped and killed, leaving behind her father and lover.

As fate saw it fit, she woke in a new body which belonged to none other than a Princess! She then makes it a mission to track the four Alphas who assaulted her in her past life and make them pay.

But what makes it more complicated is when her father, the King makes an arranged marriage with a duke who is no other than her lover in her previous body!

Can she make every right and get her revenge?

Sloane Hartford spent years building herself from nothing after her ex, Cade Whitmore, chose his father's approval over her. Her grandmother has passed, and her will drops a bomb: marry Cade within six months or the hotel empire goes to a cousin who'll gut it for profit, destroying the legacy and the thousand families who depend on those jobs.
Cade has his own agenda. His sister Lily died six months ago in what police called a suicide. He knows it was murder, tied to a human trafficking ring using luxury hotels as cover. His investigation points to the Hartford empire, maybe Sloane's own family. He'll marry Sloane, give her the empire, but only if she helps him infiltrate the operation and get justice for Lily.
It’s forced proximity in a pressure cooker. They're planning a wedding while hunting criminals, navigating family dinners while investigating her relatives, sharing a penthouse to maintain appearances while the hurt between them is still raw. Cade is harder now, willing to burn everything down for truth. Sloane discovers she never stopped loving him, but can't ignore that he suspects her family of monstrous crimes; and worse, she's finding evidence he might be right.
How do you reconcile loving someone who might destroy your family? How do you rebuild trust when it was shattered by different values, and those same values are now in conflict again?

The world I live in is more dangerous than I realized, ruled by two secret organizations—the Dukes and the Lords, whom I've found myself entangled with—but not as dangerous as the treacherous man my father, a Duke of Veross City, insists I must marry. I ran away before he could sink his claws into me. I find myself forced to beg my former best friend—Alekos—for help. Alekos agrees, but he has a price. I must become not only his woman but also that of his two friends. What choice do I have? So I agree with his proposal.

I thought Alekos, Reyes, and Stefan would be my salvation, but they quickly show me they are like any other Lord—cruel, brutal, and heartless.

My father was right about one thing—the Lords destroy everything they touch. Can I survive these demons? My freedom depends on it.

I must endure all that Alekos, Reyes, and Stefan put me through until I can escape this savage city.

Only then will I finally be free. Or will I?

The Lords Series:
Book 1 - Shackled
Book 2 - Bought
Book 3 - Trapped 
Book 4 - Freed

Rain is an orphan Omega that lives in the Crescent Moon Pack. She is not like the other werewolves, as she suffers from prosopagnosia and her wolf, Safia, can't speak. Her pack thinks that Rain is cursed by the Moon Goddess because she is the only survivor of a fire that burned the house she was in and killed her parents.

When Rain turns eighteen and finds her soulmate, she thinks that she will finally be loved and have a happy ending.But Fate has a strange way to slap Rain in the face over and over again.

Mina is an orphaned duchess living in the capital of the Nodor Kingdom. While her father was from an elite family, her mother was a gypsy from another kingdom. The high society of Athea looked down on Mina and her exotic looks making her a pariah by their social standards.
Commander Jayden, is a war hero and a bastard of disreputable and mysterious origins, coming home to claim his beloved (who happens to be Mina’s cousin, Rosalyn) only to find out she married the prince. Heartbroken, Jayden threatens to tell everyone about his past affair unless Mina agrees to his unconventional proposal. Wanting to save her family from a scandal, Mina accepts the strange proposal.
Will the young bastard commander with his broken heart and mysterious background, open his heart and home to Mina after her cousin's transgressions left him broken? Will they be able to overcome their statuses and their pasts, or will Jayden's secrets ruin it all? As the countdown to Jayden’s future draws near, who will he take to the mysterious ceremony on the night of the Litha Festival? Mina? Or Rosalyn?
Has Mina finally found the companionship and happiness that eluded her as the daughter of a gypsy in their society? Or will her path be entangled in controversy, conspiracy, and secrets better left in the dark.


Mina looked at Jayden, "If I marry you, you will have to stop seeing Rosalyn!"
His blue eyes roamed her body, "Marry me, and I will never look at another woman!"

My sister drowned when we were children. It was my fault, and my father made sure I never forgot. Not one day passes without him reminding me what a failure I am and how much he despises me.
An accident from a few years ago left me with scars on my face. When men look at me, they do it with disgust. To get rid of me, so he won’t have to look at my scared face, my father sells me to the Bravta, forcing me to marry a man that I have never met.
The man I am supposed to get married to can’t make it to the wedding. Instead of him, the men who once held my heart appear at my father’s house, claiming they are there to escort me to where my future husband is waiting for me.
Dominick, Ivan, and Uri—the ones I once thought were my knights in shining armor are actually my worst enemies. They want to break me, to shatter what’s left of me. What they don’t realize is that I’ve been living in a nightmare ever since that cursed day, broken into pieces scattered by the wind.
After hours of flying, we land in Siberia, where I finally meet the man who bought me, the one who is supposed to be my husband—Dimitri.
He seems to hate me just as much as Dominick, Ivan, and Uri.
It doesn’t take long to realize that Dimitri doesn’t want to marry. He wants to prepare me for a lifetime in the Blood Lodge, where I would serve the Russian Lords.

All I wanted was a quiet life on a farm far away from Earth, where I would work on my project. That dream vanishes the moment I am caught stealing a carburetor and taken to prison. After spending a long time there, I join the Intergalactic Bride Program.
You better believe your ass I take the first chance to gain back my freedom, even if I have to warm some alien balls in the process. It’s all about perspective.
A few months later, I am matched with my dream alien. Or so the program says.
Despite not trusting men because of my ex, it doesn’t take long for me to get close to Yaell. He seems to be everything I’ve ever wanted.
The day we are supposed to be bound forever, Yaell never appears before the Everlasting Tree.
Whatever.
See if I care, looser.
I’m going to show him what he lost by getting into the first alien bed I stumble upon.
I am toxic and petty as fuck.
Welcome to my shit show!

I just need to get through the next few hours, but then, what hell will await me?
"Thank you. Is it time?" I don't miss the sudden dullness in his eyes, the slight slump of his shoulders. He seems disappointed, but that can't be.
He nods and holds his arm out for me. I take it and allow him to lead me out. The closer we get to the ceremony, the more my nerves start to affect me. I'm nervous as shit, and if it weren't for the hold my father has on me, I think I'd become a puddle of human goo.
We stop in front of double doors, and I can barely breathe. Just beyond those doors is the carpeted aisle that will lead me to my future. It will lead me to a man I've never met and a future that's uncertain. I don't know if I'm ready for the unknown, but I can't turn back now. I have to do this for the health of my mother. I take a deep breath as the doors open, and I'm staring at a sea of people. I swear I don't know anyone here. I let the breath out, and the scent of freshly cut grass hits me out of nowhere. Holy shit, I think my mate's in there.


I'm his best man, not that it means much. Nathaniel stands next to me, facing the double doors. "I'm sorry for earlier. You're right, as always." I shake my head and place a hand on his shoulder.
"It's nothing. We are in a difficult situation, but we have to make the best of it." He nods. "So have you met her?" Nathaniel shakes his head.
-I'm anxious.-
-I am, too, Bruno. We just need to get through this ceremony.- Bruno shakes his head and retreats to the back of my mind. Nathaniel sighs and stands up straight.
"Let's do this." I nod, and we wait for the ceremony to take off.
It doesn't take long for the music to pick up in volume. The double door opens, and my breath leaves my body. Bruno is wreaking havoc in my mind, and it's getting hard for me to stay on my feet. I'd lost hope for this day, and I never thought it would happen like this. -MATE!


Sophia's world was turned upside down as a child when her dad left her mom for his fated mate. Sophia survived that and stayed by her mom's side until she got sick. To save her mom, she had to go to her dad, and her whole world changed.
How is it that she agrees to marry a stranger, only to find her fated mate is her bother-in-law on her wedding day? And all of this on her 18th birthday? What should she do: marry the stranger or fight for her mate? What does her choice do to her mom? Follow Sophia's story and see what choices she makes, who gets hurt and who survives.

The war between Nordmar and Myrthana had raged for years. Now, it was over.
Myrthana had lost. Ayla had seen it coming—perhaps even welcomed it.
But she never expected her own brother, the newly crowned King of Myrthana, to trade her away like a mere bargaining chip. To hand her over to King Rhobart of Nordmar—a man as ruthless and unyielding as the frozen land he ruled.
Yet, when she arrives in Nordmar, Ayla quickly realizes that not everything is as it seems. Rhobart may be furious at her presence, but he is not the monster she imagined. And when a new threat rises, forcing them on a perilous journey across the harsh, unforgiving kingdom, Ayla begins to see the man beneath the crown.
But can two sworn enemies survive the dangers ahead without losing themselves—or each other?

The biggest mistake of my life was falling in love with the wrong man.
The second biggest mistake was betraying the only man who had ever loved me.
The third biggest mistake was not leaving Veross City while I had the chance.
Now, I’m trapped in a dark room while he watches me every moment of the day and night.
I don’t know his real name, only the number Azael gave him in the medical facility—514.
Each time I tried to communicate with 514, he looked at me with hatred in his eyes, so I stopped trying.
There are others in the house, but I never saw them. Sometimes, I think they are a flicker of my imagination, but then I hear them talking.
I want to ask the others to help me, but it’s impossible since 514 sewed my lips together, silencing me. - this is what I have for Trapped and I will change it since it's not telling at all


My fingers find their way into her hair, and I pull her head back.
“Where is my cock, little nymph?”
“In my ass,” she whimpers.
I keep slamming into her, sending waves of pleasure through our joined bodies.
“And do you like how hard I’m fucking you?”
“Yes! Please don’t stop.”
I take her at her word and don’t stop. Not for a long time. If there’s one thing that I don’t lack, it’s stamina, and how long I can last.
After her fifth orgasm from my cock in her ass, I stop counting.
At some point, I stop recording, drop my phone to my feet, and grab her hips with my hands and fuck her senseless. “Please cum,” she starts begging when her legs no longer support her. “Please!”

The night my parents died, I was found amongst the ashes of our home. My eyes glowed red, and my hair had been altered to a flaming hue to match. My pack ostracised me, deeming me responsible for the death of my beloved parents.

For years, I have been treated like a slave and was underfed, bullied, and abused. The son of the Alpha, Jordan, and my cousin Ruth were the worst offenders. Yet, I endured as I planned my escape. When I turn nineteen, I am out of here. Or so I thought.

One night, out of the blue, Jordan kisses me, everything changes, and I find myself falling in love with the one who was my tormentor. So naive, so foolish, just when I think I will have a happy ending, reality slaps me in the face. The same night I find myself in the arms of my mate, Jordan, I find myself rejected for a nightmare of a betrayal I had no hope in preventing. As punishment, I was shunned in the worst possible way and turned rouge.

As the cold seeps in, I dream of a white wolf—my white wolf. He has always appeared in my mind when I most needed him, his presence always comforting me.
Is this the end of my story? I have lost hope and the will to live.

Lycans have been hunted for decades, but Meena Steward is one of the few that have survived. She's the Alpha of her pack, the Steelhead Crest pack. She's unmated, which is becoming a problem because it's causing her Lycan to go feral. Meena refuses to take a chosen mate, no matter how many Alpha werewolves beat down her door. Will she find her mate before it's too late, or will she have to give in?
Lucious has been on his own for a long time, and it's been a tough life. He doesn't remember his family or where he came from, but he knows where and who he's trying to avoid. Will he ever be safe and find peace? Will he ever learn about his past?
Sapphira has never been the same since she lost her pet, and she hasn't stopped looking for him. She will scorch the Earth to get to him. Will she ever find him again?
Join the journey and find out what happens in their lives. Join the Resurrected Lycan.

Portia 'Tia' Colby has always been ignored in favor of her twin sisters. The only people who truly acknowledged her are her mom and her best friends, Mark and Lynn.
The future Alphas of the Emerald Lake Park are identical twins. They are eager to take over but have yet to find their fated mate. They decide to take chosen mates instead.
What happens when Portia is made to return home for the Alpha ceremony and runs across her mate...or mates, the Alpha twins themselves? What does her family say when, before her appearance, her twin sisters were set to become Lunas of the Emerald Lake Pack? Who will become Luna? How will her family react?

I don’t remember who I am. Not where I came from. Not who I can trust.
All I know is that I woke up at a party, surrounded by strangers—until Killian, Khai, Elijah, and Asher, four hot dragons, stepped in to help me. There’s something about them that makes me feel safe around them. And when they tell I'm their fated mate, I finally feel like I can breathe again.
But it’s not that simple.
They tell me one thing, but I can feel it—they’re holding back. They promised me no lies, but when I found out one of them is engaged, I ran. I panicked. And it turned out to be my biggest mistake.
Because I fell into the hands of some very dangerous people.
Now, all I can do is hope they come for me.
And if they don’t… I’ll have to fight my way out.
And that won’t be easy, especially when I’m trapped on a ship surrounded by a magical mist.


“See what you are doing to me, Muffin?” I nod, my eyes fixed on the tip of his dick. I want to taste him. “Do you want to help me feel good?”
I swallow hard. “I don’t think that will fit inside me,” I squeak.
The corners of his mouth twitch. “You will take every inch of my cock, because you are my sweet girl and you want to please me.”
My clit throbs again.
Khai inhales deeply. “Fuck, Muffin. You’re wet again.”

Vladimir has been abused for over fifteen years for killing a female from the Silver Pack.
Elena is strong, confident, and the best vampire huntress from all over Romania.
What will happen when the two of them meet? Can two different persons find peace, love, and accept each other the way they are?


I am a slave.
I am a worm.
I am nothing.
I deserve each hit, each lash, each torture I receive.
I don't deserve love or to be forgiven, but when my mate saves me from my torturer and I fall for her, I know that the day I tell her the truth, she will reject me.
For who will ever love a criminal?

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.