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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.

“You belong to me, Freya.”

“No,” I whispered, staring into his cold gray eyes. “I never belonged to anyone.”

Leopold Gray’s jaw tightened.

The most powerful man in the country wasn’t used to hearing the word no.

And that might be exactly why he became obsessed with me.

After losing her parents, Freya Raphael was raised inside one of the wealthiest families in the city.

To outsiders, she was the beloved niece of the Fergus family.

Behind closed doors, she was nothing more than a carefully controlled possession.

Every decision she made was monitored.

Every dream she had was taken away.

Every success she earned was stolen and handed to someone else.

But Freya learned long ago how to survive.

She smiles when she's angry.

She obeys when she wants to fight.

And she hides her sharpest claws behind the face of a perfect lady.

Then one reckless night changes everything.

After being betrayed and abandoned, Freya wakes up beside a stranger—a devastatingly handsome billionaire she never expects to see again.

Unfortunately, fate has other plans.

The stranger turns out to be Leopold Gray, the feared patriarch of the Gray family.

A billionaire kingmaker.

A ruthless empire builder.

A man powerful enough to destroy anyone who stands in his way.

And the very man her guardian plans to offer her to as a mistress.

Now Freya finds herself trapped between a possessive guardian who refuses to let her go, a dangerous billionaire determined to uncover her secrets, and a charming heir whose kindness may be hiding secrets of his own.

Everyone wants something from her.

Her beauty.

Her loyalty.

Her future.

But none of them realize that the obedient girl they think they control has been planning her escape for years.

Because Freya isn't just fighting for freedom anymore.

She's fighting for revenge.

And when Leopold finally discovers the truth about that unforgettable night...

Will he become the man who saves her—

Or the one who destroys her completely?

In FALLEN (Book #7 of the Vampire Legends), Rachel Wood wakes to find she has fallen down a hole, into a fantasy world from which she tries to escape. She searches desperately for Benji, but destiny seems intent on keeping them apart.Rachel, saved from the underworld by her Grandmother, finally learns the secrets of who she is—and how powerful she is.Benji fights for his life, his love for Rachel never fading, he eager to be reunited with her. But he is up against forces more powerful than ever, and he may not be able to break free.Darker forces than ever are at play, determined to end the world, and it will be a race against time as they all converge on the portal in the midst of the ocean, all of them fighting for possession of the ancient relic that alone can save the world.More than anything, Rachel is determined to save her love. But as a dramatic twist comes at the end, she realizes, this time, all may be lost forever….FALLEN is book #7 of the Bestselling Vampire Legends series (following SWORN, TAKEN, BITTEN, CHOSEN, AWAKENED and RISEN).

For Jayden, his first day at a new school should have been a chance to blend in and keep his head down. But when he crosses paths with Liam, the school’s ruthless prince and notorious bully he finds himself locked in a vicious game he can’t escape from, even though his great strength as a wolf.

Liam’s influential family has made him untouchable, but Jayden’s no ordinary student he could play around with. He’s a werewolf forced to live among humans, hiding his strength and primal instincts to keep his kind safe. When Liam’s antagonism goes too far, Jayden vows revenge, but beneath the hatred, an unexpected attraction ignites. Will Jayden tame the beast within, or will his growing desire for Liam spell disaster for them both?

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.

When the vaccine turned into a deadly virus, the dead rose with blood-red eyes. Marcus lost his lover in the apocalypse, discovered the dark conspiracy behind the zombie hordes. From a desperate survivor to a cold hunter, he burns for revenge and fights to save the last of humanity in the ruined world.

"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.

They all thought I was just a rogue soldier who had crawled back from the border, covered in gunpowder and looking for revenge for my family's old debts.
Everyone was guessing which building I would blow up next. Julian, as I expected, panicked.
He recalled all his elite personnel to the Vientiane Building, activated top-level security, practically turning the entire office building into an impenetrable fortress, and sealed off assets globally to prevent my "illegal theft."
But he made a mistake.
When he personally pressed the reset lock, attempting to regain control of the system through manual verification, he didn't hear the prompt of command execution, but rather the hydraulic hum emanating from the building's load-bearing walls—it was the "self-destruct program" he had personally signed, running as scheduled under the guise of my privileges.

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.

"Did you bring one back?" My mom, Siobhan, urged.
I pushed my half-empty mug to the center of the cafe table. The campus buzzed around me, students stressing over minor things like finals.
"I’m still at school, Mom."
"The Summer Solstice is in exactly one month, Maeve." The line crackled.
"If you cross that water empty-handed, Finn is going to the pens. Are you going to let your own brother be taken?"

"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 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.

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.

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.

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.

"Will Elsie be your Luna one day?"
"You're asking a lot of questions," Rory stated "But if you must know, no. Elsie will never be my Luna, she is just a hole for me, an obedient toy who is at my beck and call,"

"If Elsie is not fit to be your Luna, then why is she good enough to bear your children?" the woman lying under him questioned further.
Rory grunted once more, "I killed Elsie's parents to become Alpha, why would I want Elsie to be the Luna of the Autumn Pack? Do I look like an idiot? I'll use her for what I need, and then toss her away."

After Elsie found out that Rory, the man she loved had murdered her parents in cold blood to claim the Alpha status, she was left heartbroken.
'It hurts, the man I loved, who I trusted and wanted to become his Luna,' I paused, speaking to my wolf 'He murdered my parents for his own selfish needs,' As I said these words, bile rose in my throat and burned my insides.

Deceived and upset, she vowed to seek revenge on the Alpha of the Autumn Pack to become a Warrior for Rory's biggest rivals, the Summer Pack.
Little did Elsie know the Summer Pack came with three arrogant Alpha Brothers, who she had to prove herself to first before seeking her revenge.

YELENA:
I didn't think twice when I accepted my parents’ offer to marry our Alpha. He was a man every she-wolf in our pack wanted… I thought marrying him would mean love, protection, and respect.

Instead, it meant betrayal.

Tristan Crosswood, my husband, the Alpha of Blue Moon pack never wanted me. I was just a Luna by contract, replacing his empty title. He chose his mate repeatedly when she found her way back to the pack while I was foolish to reject mine the first time I saw him.

I was such a fool… and I suffered for it.
So, I did the only thing left for me to save myself.

I filed for a divorce, and Alpha Tristan signed the papers happily. I walked away broken but free, and when I started to heal, I discovered that I was carrying his pup.

Now Alpha Tristan wanted me back, the Alpha who signed my freedom with his own hands became the Alpha who regret divorcing me.

But what he didn't know was that… I wasn't the desperate Luna he discarded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just because you hate me doesn’t mean your body doesn’t want me,” he said, He lifted her leg and leaned closer to her, his fingers touched her lips and trailed down to her neck, he could hear her heart beating fast and he knew he had that effect on her. “Your body wants me and there is no denying that” he stated the obvious, “So don’t you ever think that I can’t have you when I want because I can and I would” he boldly said and then turned his back towards her.
“I own you now Bella and you can never escape me” he whispered to her ears hovering over her and pinning her body to his with his arms around her waist.
Her scent was driving him crazy making his imagination grow wild.
Bella, a joyful and beautiful girl who lived happily with her parents and her little brother as the only family related to the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack was met with the gruesome death of her family by another Alpha who attacked their pack.
This shattered and broke her making her weak and lonely, she thought she had seen the end of the world until she found out that she was sold as a bride by her uncle to the same Alpha who killed her family.
Will she accept such a cruel fate and bend to her Alpha's will or would she avenge her family?

"HIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT s*x SCENES, POSSESSIVE ALPHA ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.
"You stood there and watched me stroke myself to the thought of you… and you liked it. Didn't you?"
"You're wet," he growled. "Just from words. Just from me saying your name while I came."
When Liana Rivers fell into bed with her brooding, dominant, dangerously irresistible stepbrother, Killian Wolfe, she gave him everything, her heart, her body, her virginity.
But when she discovered she was pregnant and found out he was engaged to another woman, she ran quietly, carrying a shattered heart and a baby he would never know.
Now, seven years later, she's a struggling single mom working as a hotel janitor, doing everything she can to hide her past, and her son, from the ruthless Alpha who broke her. Until one night, he finds her again. Richer. Darker. More powerful than ever. And he wants her back.
Killian isn't just here to play house. He wants control. Of her life. Her body. Her son. And this time, he's not asking.
She ran from him once. But now that he knows the truth… He'll burn the whole damn world to keep what's his.

I'm Eileen, an outcast at the shifter academy, all because I don't have a wolf. My only saving grace is a knack for healing that got me into the Healer's Division. Then one night in the forbidden woods, I found a stranger on the brink of death. One touch, and something primal snapped between us. That night tied me to him in a way I can't undo.
Weeks later, our new Alpha combat instructor walks in. Regis. The guy from the woods. His eyes lock on mine, and I know he recognizes me. Then the secret I've been hiding hits me like a punch: I'm pregnant.
He has an offer that binds us tighter than ever. Protection… or a cage? Whispers turn ugly, darkness closes in. Why am I the one without a wolf? Is he my salvation… or will he drag me to ruin?

"You think you can handle all four of us, little Luna?" Lucian’s breath was hot against her ear, his grip firm. "Prove it."
But when four dangerously powerful Alphas claim her as theirs, she refuses to submit.

Lucian – Dark, ruthless, and used to being obeyed.
Dante – A savage warrior who takes what he wants.
Nikolai – A sinful rogue who plays wicked games.
Zephyr – Cold, calculating, and completely in control.

They crave her. They will fight for her. But Laura?
She will make them kneel.

Get ready for a heartwarming and thrilling tale of destiny and true love! Kiara Middleton, at just nine years old, is already a star among her peers. Blessed with beauty and intelligence, she seems to have it all. But beneath her confident facade, she faces bullying from her peers, a challenge she tries to overcome with grace.
When Kiara accompanies her parents and triplet elder brothers to the crowning of the new twin alpha kings in the werewolf multiverse, her life takes an unexpected turn. Kayden and Jayden Wittmoore, the future alpha kings, have been searching for their Luna Queen since they turned eighteen, but with no success. They had almost given up hope until they lay their eyes on Kiara at their coronation. The only problem? She's just a nine-year-old pup, unable to feel the mate bond.
As Kayden and Jayden face the ultimate test of patience, they are determined to wait for Kiara to come of age. But fate has other plans in store for them, and they find themselves embarking on a journey filled with challenges, obstacles, and sacrifices. Can they navigate the complexities of their unconventional situation and fulfill their destiny as leaders of the wolf population in the human and werewolf multiverse?
Join Kiara, Kayden, and Jayden on an epic adventure as they navigate the world of werewolf politics, face their inner demons, and discover the true meaning of love in "Twin Alpha Kings Pup Mate." This paranormal romance will captivate your heart, leaving you eagerly flipping through the pages to uncover what lies ahead. Don't miss out on this enchanting tale of soulmates, fate, and true love that will leave you breathless!

When your fiancé cheated the night before your wedding and called you a boring bi**h.
Under the influence of alcohol, you said to the hot stranger: Marry me tmr, will you?
Him: I will, if you show me how much you wanna be mine.
You melted into his kiss and it's a crazy night.
Next day, Your EX showed up and called your new husband, "Uncle…"
Uncle? The youngest billionaire uncle that your ex kept bragging about?

Lena never wanted this. Mating with Alpha Asher was a punishment, a cruel twist of fate meant to keep peace between their packs. But as she walks into his world, she realizes the true nightmare isn’t the bond, it’s him.

“You belong to me now, Lena. Whether you like it or not,” his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

The man who killed her brother. The man who treated her like an object, not a mate. The man whose mere presence made her body burn with something far more dangerous than hatred, but whispers travel fast. “Asher’s wives never last,” someone sneers. “You’ll be dead before the next full moon.”

She should hate him. She does. But then his lips crash against hers, and everything she thought she knew shatters.

Yet secrets lurk in the shadows. The past refuses to stay buried. And as the truth of her brother’s death unravels, one thing becomes clear… Lena may be Asher’s mate, but in his world, love is just another battle… But will she survive this war?

"I, Gina Stone, reject you, Alexander Black, as my mate and Alpha.”
Alpha Prince Xander is the heir to the werewolf throne. He's a handsome and powerful Alpha; he grabs females' attention wherever he goes. But he's saving himself only for his fated mate.
He wants a strong-fit Luna to rule with, but to his disappointment, he gets Gina, the pack's nerd, as his mate.


Gina is the human adoptive daughter of the royal Beta. She was mistreated and abused by her adoptive family and bullied by the pack members because she had no wolf and no rank.
She dreams of finding her fated mate who will give her the love and care that she never received from her family and pack members.
But her life takes another turn when the moon goddess mates her with the person she hates the most, "the Alpha prince."

Abused, alone and on the verge of leaving it all…that’s the life of Freya Walker.
She lost her mother to child birth, leaving her at the mercy of her treacherous, gambler and alcoholic father who loves to abuse her, and with an infant she had no idea how to raise. Her fellow students in high school despise her for no reason and she is often harassed at her work. The only thing holding her back is her little brother. But her life is about to change completely as Cameron MacGyver, the schools most popular bad boy and the future Alpha of the imprints on her.
Suddenly, Freya is sucked into the world of the supernatural where she finds danger at every turn and the school’s bad boy bully claims that she is his. But Freya’s trust has been broken several times and she fears to trust again, let alone love. To top it all off, she is starting to wake up to a new power that she never knew she possessed, and it’s threatening to unravel everything that she knew about her life.
Will She be able to find her footing in this new and strange world? Or will she give up on everything under the crushing pressure?

In a world divided among three powerful rulers—the Lycan King, Alpha King, and Rogue King
Grace Windsong, a strong-willed Luna, finds herself betrayed by her Alpha husband. Unable to bear children, Grace is cast aside as her husband openly embraces his fated mate.
Determined to seek revenge and reclaim her dignity, she strikes a deal with the Lycan King, Alexander Black, her husband’s fiercest rival.
Yet, as their alliance intensifies, buried passions and bitter secrets resurface, turning their quest for vengeance into a dangerous game of love, betrayal, and redemption. With enemies on all sides, Grace must decide if she can overcome her past and navigate the dangerous politics of the werewolf world, while confronting her past and fighting for her future—or lose everything in the process...

Arthur Basalan is a ruthless werewolf who has a job as the CEO of his own company. It doesn't matter if it's with his own family, or with other people. Especially this beautiful girl named Livy Angela, who is very much below him in age, is also his prisoner. She was already entangled in Arthur's love, but he didn't seem to care after doing something one night that meant a lot to Livy, but not to Arthur. Punished in a very dark room. Only a faint light illuminated the room.
“Please, get me out of here.”
“It's not that easy to get away from me, Livy! Once you are my prisoner, you will be under my control forever, understand?”
And every day Livy had to think of a way to get out of Arthur's mansion, which was heavily guarded by large bodyguards. How does Livy get out of Alpha's cruel clutches?

After the destruction of her pack, Ava is forced into the wilderness. And everyone knows how dangerous it is for a lone female rogue. When she stumbles upon an elite boarding school, blending in with the students becomes her only chance at survival. But there is a huge problem… the school is for boys only.

What happens when she encounters her mates within those walls? Not just one, but three. How long can she maintain her charade? Especially when all four of them share the same dormitory, and her presence constantly sparks their curiosity.

"You're dead," Zeke whispered, stepping closer. "I buried you. I mourned you. I—"
"Layla tried to kill me," I said simply. "But I survived. And now I need your help."
"Cecelia…"
"My son has been taken," I continued, tears streaming down my face. "You have to help him, Zeke. He's also your son."
"Your son?" His shock mirrored my own pain.
"Our son, Zeke. His name is Golden, and he has your eyes."
He once claimed me as his, then destroyed me. Cecelia was never meant to survive—just to suffer for the bond, used, discarded, left broken. Zeke took everything from her: her freedom, her future, and the one thing she never intended to give—her heart.
But she didn't die. She learned. She transformed. Now she's back, unrecognizable, with poison in her smile and vengeance stitched into her soul. His mark still burns on her skin, but the girl he shattered is gone. The woman she has become wants nothing from him—not his love, not his forgiveness. She wants him to break. And this time, she'll make sure he stays broken.

Warning: This story is R18+ and packed with steamy scenes. Proceed with caution! ⚠️

After years of being bullied for her weight and enduring loneliness, Zia never expected the Moon Goddess to grant her a fated bond with not one, but three powerful alpha triplets.

Cain’s dark gaze lingered on her as he declared, “I want her mouth. I want to be able to take her in a place that seems so innocent, yet every time I see her, I’ll remember how perfectly it fits around my cock.”

Terri smirked, his hands tightening around her waist. “I’m only seven inches long—not as thick as Tyler—so I’ll take her back garden.” His grip on her sent shivers down her spine as he positioned her, his voice dripping with wicked intent.

Tyler leaned over, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, “Then I guess that leaves me with her honeycomb.” His teasing smirk only deepened as he let the tip of his desire graze her sensitive folds, igniting a fire within her.

For Zia, being chosen by three dominant alphas was overwhelming yet irresistible. Desperate for connection and longing to belong, she decided to give them everything. “Why not share?” she thought. After all, she was a virgin in every way—why not let them all take her first?

Passion soon spirals into chaos as their insatiable desire for her ignites jealousy and challenges the bond they all share. Will Zia find the love and security she’s always craved, or will she lose herself in the intensity of their obsession?

Diana Hale has spent her whole life running, hiding and trying to learn the act of survival. She is always bullied at college and lives a secret life as a live-in maid in a powerful household.

Until he arrives; Calum Blackwood.

The new professor in her school, also the employer who she works in his house without knowing who he is. He's an Alpha, holding the power to either destroy or protect her. When he spots her, everything changes.

What happens when a classmate who is obsessed with Calum does everything to ruin, humiliate and destroy Diana?

In a world where dangers, betrayals, secrets and ruthless enemies threaten to rip her apart, would she survive?

Would Calum Blackwood choose to protect or destroy her?

Christmas Eve is celebrated with mystery gifts placed under a large tree, and this years, Antonella has received four gifts. One from her mate, her best friend, and two gifts from a stranger.

One of the gift is meant to ruin her life while the other will show her what true love means.

“I love you so much, Elijah.” It was Madison.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” My throat tightened and my eyes filled with tears as I stared at the door that was left ajar.

Antonella thought that she had a perfect life. A loving mate, the Luna of the pack, and blissful life until everything came crashing down on Christmas Eve. The mate she loved with all her heart didn’t love her at all, and she had no choice but to run away.

Little did she know, that Elijah was not one to let her go easily, and he would move heaven and earth to get her back. Just when she decided to end her life, Alpha Alexus stopped her. The most feared alpha and the same alpha who is hell bent on killing Elijah for reason that Antonella has no idea.

What would happen now? Will Alpha Alexus kill her to exact revenge against Elijah?