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She was raised to stay pure.
He was born to crave her blood.

When Saera Yvaine Merriley is pulled through a mirror into the dark empire of vampires, her blood becomes the key to saving their dying prince.

But Kaizer Alaric Lancaster’s bite awakens something far more dangerous, a love that could destroy them both.

Fate brought them together. Blood bound them forever.

“Liam…. I want you inside of me” I moaned as he stroked my cock.

“If you say so,” Liam smirked. He pushed slowly, my walls screaming as they parted for him.

I cried out, my back arching, tears blurring my vision. Pleasure exploded as his full length got inside, locked and throbbing, filling me beyond reason.

“Fuck!” Liam moaned as he thrusted in out.


Liam Novak is the best player at Frostbite Hockey Academy. He lives a quiet life and keeps to himself. Being alone has always felt easier as a vampire, he knows getting close to anyone is dangerous and secrets like his are better left buried.

Then Dylan Petrov arrives.

Dylan, a twenty-four years old, transfers into the academy after a murder case forces him to leave his former team. Everyone thinks he came to chase a better future in hockey. But that’s not the truth, Dylan came for one reason which is revenge.

Years ago, he watched his parents die at the hands of vampires. Since then, he has worked with an anti-vampire group, waiting for the right moment. Now, all he wants is to expose and destroy the one he believes is responsible, the team captain Liam.

But nothing goes as planned.

From the moment they meet, the cold distance Liam built around himself begins to crack, and Dylan finds his focus slipping. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to hold on to hate.

Because beneath the lies and the secrets, a burning desire is growing.

The world of vampires and humans was never meant to collide.

Now Dylan must choose, his revenge, or his heart.

“You are not a prisoner, but you are my wife. You are officially a Davenport for the next six months, so act like one!” He warned me.

“Fuck you.” I spat at him.

“If you want my dick, all you have to do is strip and bend over the table. I might consider you and fuck you.”
…………………..

THIS IS A SPICY AND DARK MAFIA ROMANCE BOOK. KILLIAN DAVENPORT IS UNHINGED!! R18.

185 days.
That’s how long Aspen Vale must survive as the wife of Killian Davenport. The ruthless mafia lord who bought her freedom, only to cage her in his world of power, secrets, and sin.
She was sold to him like property.
Her father signed her life away for money, and Killian accepted not out of love, but obsession.
She looks like the woman he once lost.
And now he refuses to let her go. In Killian’s mansion, there are rules, cruel and unyielding rules.
No lies. No defiance. No pregnancy.
He doesn’t want a wife. He wants a ghost to worship, a memory to control. But Aspen isn’t made to be broken. The more he tries to destroy her, the more she burns beneath his touch.
She tells herself she’ll endure him for 185 days—then escape. But monsters like Killian don’t set their prey free. And the most dangerous part of all?
She’s no longer sure she wants him to.

When I rushed to the party, sweaty and out of breath, I saw Alex sitting in the center, surrounded by hot, blonde girls in sexy skirts.

"Elodie, why do you think the great Alex would choose a nerd like you to be his girlfriend?" someone hissed at me. "It’s because he lost a bet."

I was a "nobody" on campus, madly in love with the ice hockey captain, Alex. I would run over ten kilometers in the freezing winter at 3 AM to buy him the donuts he wanted. When he lost a bet on a game, I would wear ridiculous clothes and sing loudly in the library. He even made me jump into a frozen lake in a snowy winter to find a bracelet dropped by the cheerleading captain, and I agreed.

I became the joke of the campus, but I didn’t care. As long as he accepted me, I was willing to do anything. But later I found out that the reason Alex accepted my pursuit was entirely because he lost a bet with friends and had to date me for a year.

And today is the last day of that bet...

“Tianna! No! Stop it! Your brother is in the other room!”
Read and enjoy the experience of Valencia and Aaron, from friends with benefits to a real relationship. Will she leave Aaron for his sister Tianna? Read and find out!

Ronan Blackthorne gets the same coffee every morning. Black, no sugar. From the same girl who doesn't even know he's worth billions. Annabelle thinks he's just another suit with good tips and a nice smile. She has no clue he owns half of Manhattan.

Here's the thing though, Ronan's got a problem. His dead father just screwed him over big time. Turns out daddy had a secret daughter somewhere, and she owns 35% of everything Ronan thought was his. Now he's hunting this mystery girl down because his psychotic mother Victoria won't shut up about finding her and making the problem disappear.

The barista he's falling for is the girl he's looking for.

When Calistra, the goddess who created all werewolves, awakens in the body of Zara a broken omega who took her own life she finds herself trapped in a cruel punishment. Her new mate is Rafael Prickette, the Alpha’s reckless son and the man who made Zara’s life a living hell.

Stripped of her divine power, Calistra becomes his servant, forced to endure the bond that ties her to the one she despises most. But when the mate bond defies his cruelty protecting her, punishing him it sparks a dangerous pull between them.

Vengeance was meant to be her purpose. Desire was never supposed to be her weakness.

All the destruction happened so quickly before Alice's eyes. She saw many of her people killed in a surprise attack from the Kingdom of Estonia. Her mother was also killed in the war, and her father was taken to the Estonian Kingdom. Alice Beatrix was determined to get revenge. Will the revenge against the Estonian Kingdom go smoothly?

Kael Noctravan is a monster born to lead.

An alpha.
A predator.
A weapon forged by the moon.

Cold, violent, and feared even by his own clan, he has never lost control… until he catches her scent.

Lyssara Velmora was supposed to be nothing more than human.
But the blood running through her veins belongs to a lineage that should have remained buried.

Now trapped among the Noctravan, surrounded by wolves who watch her like prey, Lyssara discovers there is something worse than monsters.

Their desire.

And no one is more dangerous than Kael.

With every touch, the bond between them grows stronger.
With every full moon, her body responds to the alpha she should hate.
And with every passing night, Kael comes closer to losing the last piece of humanity left inside him.

Because in the world of lycanthropes…
the blood bond is eternal.

And an alpha never gives back what he marks.

Lumíria is a Sucubbus who has the mission to take the sexual energy form Vinicius Sabino, a Capoeira practitionar boys who is very resistent to the demons temptation. The succubus apprentice tries everything to gain his trust and virginity, even facing her traumas from the past.

Since she could remember, Cassie Smith had been in love with Nathan Greg. When she left home to attend a university two states away, they transitioned from being best friends in school to friends with benefits. Their once-a-month weekends were the pinnacle of her life, when he would fly in to see her and she would have him all to herself for the whole, uninterrupted weekend.

Then he announced his impending marriage to her.

Cassie had to take action to restore order since her idealized world was in danger of collapsing. She wanted to be the woman Nathan married and had a happy life with because she needed him in her life. She thus devised a scheme to interrupt the wedding and kidnap the groom.

She later met Brian.
In order to make the groom envious and aid her in calling off the wedding, Brian Colleen, the reclusive aviation Billionaire, promised to pose as her lover. She began to doubt her allegiance to Nathan as a result of his stunning green eyes and the way he made her feel when he touched her. He's also Nathan's stepbrother, incidentally.
She couldn't deny that she felt something for Brian, but what would it indicate for her relationship with Nathan going forward? Should she continue on her current path and work for the happily ever after she had always envisioned with Nathan, or take a risk on a new relationship with Brian?

The King’s voice sliced through the murmurs of the hall, sharp and commanding. “Who are you?” he demanded, his words leaving no room for hesitation.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Gerald’s voice rang louder, colder, cutting through the room like steel. “Your entertainment for the night,” he declared.
My husband of two years, my supposed protector had betrayed me. He branded my parents, warriors who had fought and bled for his pack, as traitors, leaving their bodies to rot on enemy soil. And now, on the night the Alpha King arrived, he paraded his Beta as his Luna while offering me to the King as nothing more than a plaything.
Cast out of my pack, humiliated, and alone, I soon discovered I carried the King’s child. In a world ruled by war and a King who clearly despised women, survival seemed impossible but I would have to find a way.

"It hurts. Can you be gentle? I’m already married to you. Did you give the money to my brother?”

Their marriage is a trade-off. On the night of the wedding, she still thought of another man.

He stormed off angrily and left her alone.

The life afterwards wasn’t like what she had imagined. He spoiled her like a can of honey. He can satisfy whatever she wants—even if it’s the stars in the sky.

The ruthless Lycan king never anticipated the feelings for her.

He murdered her parents and kidnapped her—she was supposed to be a tool for his kingdom's empowerment. Now, he'll stop at nothing to protect her, even if it means spilling blood.


A figure waited in the shadows. He smirks upon hearing that a baby girl had been born of both a Kolana wolf and a Mattra wolf. He had in his mind to kidnap the baby and kill the parents, the whole pack, if necessary. He knew this baby could bring him more power than ever imaginable.

He drew his dagger out of its sheath on his hip and struck fast swiftly and quietly plunged the dagger into the Alpha's heart and turned his attention to the Luna.

He smiled and disappeared into the shadows with his prize.


He named the baby girl Symphony.

By the time that Symphony was quickly becoming an adventurous child. She had grown an attachment to Alexander over the past year and soon followed him everywhere. She loved to sit in his office while he was working.

He hated the fact that things had begun to change in his mind about her since she was growing up.

Knowing that he caused Symphony pain was more than he could stand. He really was starting to care for her more than just the need for power but as someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He didn't understand these feelings. This felt stronger than that.

If Lycans could have mates, Alexander swore this is what it would feel like.


Symphony is a wolf who is the only one of her kind, a hybrid Kolana/Mattra wolf. She has special abilities that put her in the crosshairs of many who want to use her because of her powers.

Alexander is the king of the lycans who kidnapped Symphony as a baby, using her powers to make him the most powerful and feared king and rule the world.

I thought I was broken.
Twenty-three years old, and my wolf had never surfaced. An outcast. A mistake.
But the night of the festival changed everything. My first heat hit me like fire, and three of the most dangerous Alphas in the realm rose to claim me.
Kia, the warlord feared for his blood-soaked battles.
AshBane, the cursed Alpha who collects souls like trophies.
And Lucivar, the Devil Alpha, banished for loving me in another life.
They say I’m fated. Desired. Owned.
But all I feel is the weight of chains tightening around my throat.
Because I’m not just their mate.
I’m the key to a curse that could burn the world.
And if I choose wrong… everyone dies.

Being cheated on, Nicole was left behind on her wedding day. But she turned around and married a billionaire CEO Who dotes on her!
•••••••••

On the night of her wedding, romantic photos of her sleeping with an unknown man was leaked by her jealous stepsister, which made the groom to marry her sister instead of her. After that, she became an object of laughter, scorned by society overnight.

Five years later, she returned back with triplet babies with an unknown father. However, fate made her path to cross with Drake Butler, the most powerful man in the city.

Drake was rumoured to be a gay, hated women and was strict in the business world. Countless women failed to warm his heart, but why did this same powerful man began to chase after her?

When he could not win her over, he met her kids who were the mini-version of himself, he squinted threateningly and said, “Woman, how dare you run away with my children?”

She shook her head innocently in response, “I don't understand you Mr. Butler, what right do you have to call my kids yours? You'd better be joking.

At this moment, one among the three babies stood out and stared at Drake.
“Who’s this rascal bullying our mother? You’ll first have to get past us if you wanna lay a hand on her!”

Drake was stunned....

All Louisa Williams has wanted her entire life was to have her first kill. Every night she dreamed of it and as the clock ticked by and the existence of the vampires her family hunted slowly faded, Louisa knew she would never get that chance of killing one again.
But not until she got into a new high school did she realize that her dreams of killing a vampire weren't entirely gone. In fact, it was staring right at her face as a reality.
She had killed a vampire. She staked a vampire three nights in a new town. Her first kill!

But little did Louisa know that this first kill would become her nightmare, and her road to the dread of humanity.

Trapped by the vampire prince and drawn away from her identity to him, Louisa fights to choose a path.
And with another apocalypse coming, her chance of saving humanity lies in destroying Vlad Sabastian, her first kill, and the ruthless vampire prince that trapped her heart in his cold hands.

When Alpha Cassius Raventhorn sets out to hunt down the Luna who abandoned him, he never expects to find a dying woman in the deathly forest. She’s broken, bleeding, and wearing a necklace that hides the truth of her blood.

Astoria Vallesteria is the person he has no business with.

A human, fragile, and weak.

Yet the moment he touches her, the mate bond reacts like a curse he never asked for.

But Astoria is not a helpless stray. Beneath her scars lies a power bound by moonlight and prophecy. A power tied to her crescent birthmark she never understood.

And the nights she’s spent suffering under the Blood Moon weren't cursed. It was a sign.

Cassius only wants Roxanna, the Luna he lost.

And Astoria only wants to survive from her Alpha father who terrifies her.
But fate doesn’t give them a choice.

As Cassius’s curse worsens, the truth behind Astoria’s identity begins to unravel.

In a world marred by deceit, desire, and emotional turmoil, Alyson's life takes a staggering plunge into chaos. Her home, once a haven, becomes a battleground of secrets and infidelity as she stumbles upon a shocking betrayal involving her own father.

As Alyson grapples with the heart-wrenching discovery, her mother's self-destructive descent into alcoholism pushes her to the brink. With the unwavering support of her friend Tess, Alyson finds solace in the pursuit of a new job at a prestigious hotel, seeking refuge from the turmoil at home.

Meanwhile, the enigmatic Sky, a billionaire accustomed to fleeting encounters with women, embarks on a life-altering journey. Forced into a week-long conference by his father, he finds himself drawn into a whirlwind of unexpected emotions when he encounters Alyson, a stark contrast to the women of his past.

Intrigued by Alyson's resilience and repelled by his own destructive habits, Sky becomes entangled in a web of attraction and transformation. But as the two worlds collide, Alyson's traumatic past and Sky's hedonistic tendencies threaten to unravel their budding connection.

Amidst passion, secrets, and a relentless pursuit of redemption, Alyson and Sky must confront their demons and navigate the treacherous path to love. A tale of resilience, forgiveness, and the unexpected power of connection, their journey is one of heartache and hope in the face of life's darkest trials.

Several days after being locked in the dungeon, my wife married my own identical twin brother.
Rose petals rained from the sky; the entire city celebrated the new marriage of the crime family's matriarch.
She thought I would weep in despair in the dark dungeon, admitting my mistakes to her.
Little did she know, I was currently being held in the arms of another, even more powerful figure whom she herself feared, watching this farce with cold eyes.
In my past life, I gave her my heart, only to be betrayed and abandoned in return.
Living a second time, I will not serve her anymore.
She thought she could tame me using my brother's injury as an excuse, not knowing I had already tricked her into signing our divorce agreement days ago.
When she finally checked the surveillance and learned the truth, kicking down the dungeon door in a frantic plea for my forgiveness, all that remained was a pool of my blood...

Seven years of marriage turned to ash the moment I discovered my husband had arranged for his sister-in-law to carry his dead brother's child—using his own sperm to continue the family bloodline.
Lorenzo Corvino—New York's most ruthless don—would drive three hours through a storm just to get me imported cherries. He held me at my mother's funeral, crying until dawn. He hospitalized a man for disrespecting me at a charity gala.
I thought I was the center of his world.
Until the private investigator's flash drive revealed the truth: Lorenzo at the clinic for Claudia's prenatal appointments, his hand on her pregnant belly, whispering "Marco would be so proud."
In the end, on the Corvino family's scale of priorities, continuing his dead brother's bloodline would always outweigh his infertile wife.
The night the yacht exploded, the New York sky burned red. The news reported the mafia don's wife had perished in the flames. He collapsed on the dock, clutching the charred wreckage, breaking down completely.
But he didn't know—
That "dead" woman was across the Atlantic on the Amalfi Coast, one hand on her seven-week baby bump, protecting the secret he'd never discover.
Seven months later, when he stepped into my new life and saw the infant with his deep brown eyes cradled in my arms—
This man who'd built an empire on violence and fear finally understood what he'd truly lost.
And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows: some betrayals are so deep, even "I'm sorry" is more than he'll ever deserve.

"What gives a scarred freak like you the right to stand next to him?"
Four years ago, a brutal attack left a hideous burn scar across the left side of my face. Ever since, I've hidden behind a black mask, fading into the darkest corners of St. Oak High. I thought if I just stayed perfectly invisible, I could survive high school in peace.
Then Michael came back.
He's the President of Model UN, an Ivy-League-bound genius, and the golden boy everyone revolves around. And me? I’m just a damaged outcast too terrified to show my own face.
The harder I pushed him away, the closer he got.
But when a video from four years ago surfaces—showing him throwing a punch just to defend me—his flawless future is suddenly on the line. That's when I knew I couldn't hide in the shadows anymore.
This time, even if it means exposing my ugliest scars to the harsh light of day, I will do whatever it takes to protect him.

Seven years ago, Alpha Matthew's fiancée Elvira ran off with another alpha. I was just his assistant back then, harboring a secret crush but never imagining we could be together.

That night I picked him up from the bar. He was drunk and had been drugged. One night later I was pregnant, and Matthew became convinced I was the one who drugged him, that I'd schemed my way into becoming his luna. He hated me, but still gave me the title of secret mate. No mating ceremony, just a contract. My son and I lived in the guest wing of his estate for seven years.

Last night he drunkenly spun Liam around in circles. My son thought he was finally being accepted. But I heard the name Matthew was murmuring—Elvira. She was coming back, with her son.

I held my transfer request to the Eastern Region. This time, we're done waiting.

I am Mandy Langley, 42 years old, CEO of Sterling International. In Manhattan's cutthroat business world, I'd earned the name "Ice Queen."
Five years divorced, my ex-husband's parting words still stung—he'd called me cold as stone, said I was nothing but a dictator even in bed.
He had no idea my frost was a facade, hiding an emptiness and a craving no one could touch.
I controlled billions in assets, yet I lay awake every night, consumed by a single thought: I wanted a man to make me let go, to force me to surrender completely.
That man walked into my office three years ago, and I'd been drowning ever since.
Allen Thorne, my chief assistant, 28 years old—too young, shamefully young, and yet I couldn't resist him.
A year ago, I discovered the truth: he was the CEO of Vortex Capital, my rival, planted here to destroy me.
I should've fired him on the spot. Instead, I kept him close, pretending it was to watch him, when really, I just couldn't let him go.
Dangerous, magnetic, ruthlessly in control—he was everything I shouldn't want. I never exposed him. I fell harder instead.
I buried this forbidden desire, but every day he was there, right in front of me, taunting me.
What was I supposed to do? Cut him loose—or let him claim me?

At 2:17 AM, six weeks postpartum, new mom Harper thought she was just responding to her baby's crying. Instead, she discovered her husband Kieran and their live-in nanny Anya in the most intimate embrace—right beside her daughter's crib.
In her most vulnerable moment, in what should have been the safest space in her home, the two people she trusted most were betraying everything sacred about motherhood and marriage. Worse yet, they thought she was just another "baby-brained" mom who would never catch on.

They seriously underestimated what a mother is capable of.

When Harper finds that mysterious $300 Victoria's Secret charge on their shared account, when she discovers Kieran's handwritten love notes hidden in Anya's room, when she overhears them mocking her "annoying" middle-of-the-night feedings—she realizes it's time to show them what a real "burning sensation" feels like.

So the next time they tried to sneak around, Harper secretly swapped out their lube for her own special blend.

If you want to play with fire, let me show you what burning really feels like.

In my past life, just one day before the national evaluation camp that would make or break his career, my hockey-prodigy best friend faked an illness. He was ready to throw away his entire future just to go party in Chicago with a cheerleader.

Thinking I was doing him a favor, I stepped in. I tipped off his coach, saved his career.

Years later, he became a multimillion-dollar superstar. His way of thanking me? Framing me with doctored charity records and sending me to federal prison. He even smiled as he delivered the final, crushing blow:

"I planned that crash on the icy road, Kassia. Your parents' lives were just the price you had to pay for sticking your nose where it didn't belong."

Now, my eyes snap open to the deafening cheers of our high school hockey arena.

Sitting right next to me, that same cheerleader is eagerly plotting how to corner him after the game.

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...

In my past life, the glorious "Son of the Sun" drained my divine blood until I died a broken shell.
Reborn, my twin sister eagerly steals my fiancé, shoving me toward the exiled, "crippled" King of the Shadow Crows.
As she flaunts her stolen glory, desperate to birth the sky's future ruler, I can only smile.
She doesn't know her golden prince is functionally sterile—and the "heir" she's destroying herself to conceive will be a nightmare.
And she certainly has no idea that my featherless, outcast husband is actually the ancient Abyssal Phoenix.
Let her drown in the hell she stole. This time, I’ll let the very abyss she cursed crown me as a True God.

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

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.

"We can only take one more person! Any heavier and we ALL go down!"

In the middle of a raging forest fire, my fiancé Carter Hayes was piloting a fuel-leaking helicopter, forced to choose between me and my cousin Lily Sterling.

He chose me.

Lily was left behind in the inferno. She burned.

I thought surviving made me lucky — until my parents slapped me across the face at my wedding. "Why wasn't it YOU who died?"

Turns out, I was never the one they wanted to save.

Carter married me, then spent five years making me wish I'd died in that fire instead. He and my parents worked together, systematically stripping away my dignity, my career, and every reason I had to keep living.

Three years into my depression, I jumped from the top floor of the Hayes estate.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself back before the fire — before the helicopter took off, before Carter made his choice.

This time, I spoke first. "Take Lily."

If they all wanted me dead, then I'd give them exactly what they wanted.

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.

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.

The end of the world arrives, and zombies run rampant across the city.
I was the first to awaken a top-tier superpower, instantly taking out half a street full of zombies.
I led a group of survivors to fight our way out of the deadly encirclement, seized the abandoned military factory in the east of the city, and built a safe haven there.
I was the fearsome tyrant who struck terror into every corner of the surrounding lands.
The official safe base tried to recruit me three times, but I threw their men and vehicles straight out of my territory.
A research lab came seeking partnership, and I burned down their sampling vehicle to the ground.
I set all the rules of the base. Anyone who defied me would be cast outside the city walls to feed the zombies.
All the food, medicine and safety in the base were fought back by me and my people, risking our lives amid swarms of zombies.
Everyone respected and feared me. The only soft spot I had was reserved for my girlfriend Xu Qinghe, who crawled out of the pile of the dead right beside me.
The research lab released earth-shattering news: one in ten thousand superpower awakeners could evolve into the Superpower King. A bright red vein on the inner forearm was the mark of the savior.
All the survivors instantly gave up fighting. They abandoned guarding the city walls and gathering supplies, kneeling every day to wait for the arrival of the Superpower King.
Until my girlfriend brought back a delicate young man with the red vein on his forearm. The entire base worshipped him as a deity.
I, who had guarded the base with my life for three long years, was driven out of the city gates to be eaten by zombies.
A million-strong zombie tide surrounded the city, while the so-called Superpower King they revered collapsed on the ground, screaming and wailing in panic.
As everyone sank into despair, waiting helplessly for death, I glanced down at the red line on my forearm and smiled.
This time, it’s my turn to make my entrance.

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.

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.

"You belong to the Demon Kings. They are coming for you. You can't be with any man other than both of them Sabrina!"


Sabrina earliest memories of her childhood since she was four, was seeing her mother perform various rituals whilst she sat in a circle and watched like a loyal dog. Countless number of times her mother would remind her of her fate which was to be the predistened queen of Ashrea.

Twenty years later, Sabrina thinks she has the perfect life sort out for her--a well paying job, a fiancè and a bright future in the press industry where she worked.
Her mother's words were forgotten and seen as insane rambling.
Well not until the day two god like men showed up out of the blue claiming to be her mates and they were fully going to claim what was rightfully theirs-----their demon bride.

The day I went to end my pregnancy, I found my husband cradling his ex. Her problem? A cramp. His solution? Whispering promises he never made to me.

He told me our marriage was a lie. That I was never the one. And that I was unworthy of being a mother.

So I walked out and never looked back.

Now, free from that life, I watch his new girlfriend flash her ring. She expects me to be jealous. But I just smile, pointing to the formidable man who just walked in—the rumored heir who once treated me.

"That man," I say, my voice full of a confidence I've earned. "He's mine."

And this second chance? I'm taking it all.

When your billionaire alpha 🐺 only married you for duty, you rejected him and left for good by faking your death
When you meet again, his eyes on 🔥. He wants to devour you. But he's interrupted.
“Mommy who’s that?” "A stranger."
“Say that again? Who am I to her?!”

When Irene's pack is falling apart, her twin sister was betrothed to the rumored beast to save their pack, but when her sister got sick, Irene has no choice but to be shoved at Alpha Enrique's hands as his substitute bride.

He had made it clear that their relationship is nothing but cordial and business. However, Alpha Enrique needs Irene for an important reason.

Their feelings are clear, no love in their marriage. But, then as these two start to navigate their true feelings and the danger that stands in their way. Will they stand by each other and defeat the rising danger? Or will these buried secrets, visions and powers tear them apart?

The story opens by showing the sharp contrast between Chloe and Maria’s lives.
After a devastating accident, Chloe’s world shifts overnight. Forced to transfer to a new school, she takes on a part time job to help support her mom. Juggling work and studies, Chloe fights to build a good life for her family.
Across town, Maria glides through the halls of Crestwood Academy, her designer heels clicking on marble floors. She’s untouchable, surrounded by friends who follow her every word.
One evening, both families receive shocking news, the hospital where Chloe and Maria were born has uncovered a decades old mistake, a nurse confessing. DNA tests confirm the unthinkable, the girls were switched at birth.
Suddenly, Chloe must leave behind the only life she’s ever known and step into Maria’s world, while Maria is forced to move into Chloe’s modest home and attend public school.
The switch leaves both girls reeling and sets the stage for rivalry, jealousy, and romance.

When your billionaire alpha 🐺 only married you for duty, you rejected him and left for good by faking your death
When you meet again, his eyes on 🔥. He wants to devour you. But he's interrupted.
“Mommy who’s that?” "A stranger."
“Say that again? Who am I to her?!”

"Don't ask me too many questions." His expression became sharp. "Would you rather stay here and get punished or come with me?" He asked, training a hard look on me.
After weighing my options, I knew that I had no choice but to leave with him.
"I don't want to stay here, but I can't leave without getting answers." 
Sean sighed, dragging a hand through his blonde hair. "Fine." He responded reluctantly.
"What do you want to know?"  I had a lot of questions. 
Zoey's life is turned upside down when she's falsely accused of murder and abandoned by her mate.  Saved by a handsome Lycan king, she's drawn into a world of secrets and lies. 
But as she falls for him, she discovers a shocking truth that changes everything.

Ian

Red has always been the girl I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, but I was wrong. She's now the one that got away, and I am not sure I will ever get over it. Or so I thought, until her best friend came barging into my life with a proposal of a beneficial fake relationship. Now, I find myself thinking of her more with every interaction. She's slowly bringing me out of this depression I live in daily. Can she help me finally get over Red? Or will she only confuse me further?

Hailey

I am 25 and still have yet to tell anyone - aside from my family - "I love you." All my life I have been scared of falling in love, seeing what it did to my dad when my mom left him. Love seems like nothing more than a hassle, or at least it did. Constantly being by Ian in this fake relationship is blurring the line. But can he even get over Liv? Am I ready to fall in love and trust him with my heart?

"I am sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Wilson," I said, " James will be asking me to marry him soon and I plan on saying yes to his proposal and neither you nor anyone else can sabotage our happiness,"
"You must think you have a chance at happiness with my son," Mrs. Wilson sneered, "If you came here to see James, then where is he?"
My heartbeat increased as I stood there utterly confused while trying to grasp, "He wasn't aware I would be here, I came here to pay him a surprise visit so it's understandable if he is not here," I replied quickly.
"How stupid of you to think in that shallow way of yours Ellie, my son will never take you as a wife and that is why I believe he is out to pursue someone worth his time," Mrs. Wilson replied in a quick sharp tone.
"What do you mean by that Mrs. Wilson, what is going on, and where is James?" I asked angrily.
"I'm sorry, Ellie," she uttered in a voice filled with no remorse. "But James is getting engaged... to someone else."


Ellie's dream wedding crumbles when she learns from James's mother that he's engaged- to another woman.

Heartbroken but determined, Ellie throws herself into her law career, vowing to rebuild her life. With her best friend's support, Ellie takes on a career-defining case: a lawsuit against her ex's company.
Can Ellie outwit her ex's family in court while healing her own wounds? And is there a chance for love to find her again in the midst of it all?