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In a decaying city apartment building, law-clerk Maya Carter is drawn to the sealed door of 5B—an address that should not exist, yet keeps receiving late-night deliveries and whispering back from the dark. Behind the rumors of a haunted unit lies a battered woman in hiding, and a chilling hunt led by men who weaponize authority, gaslight women living alone, and turn silence into a trap. Tense, claustrophobic, and razor-sharp, the story moves through dim hallways, yellow light under a door, bruised wrists, broken locks, and the fierce urgency of survival.

Lunar Depletion Syndrome. Seven days.
That was my death countdown. And my Alpha mate Kael was still threatening me, demanding I use the last of my life force to save my sister.
On our third anniversary, he had given me a surgical consent form and dissolution papers as gifts.
How laughable.
Three years ago he had said my eyes sparkled like stars. Three years later he wanted me to close them forever.
They all said I had finally matured, learned the spirit of sacrifice expected of an older sister. The joke was, I hadn't been moved by love.
I was just tired.
Why struggle when death was inevitable?
Rather than dying alone in the wilderness, it was better to die on the operating table and become the perfect sacrifice in their story.

I met my future husband from thirty years later in a late-night diner. He knows every hidden habit and secret of mine. Mistaking the star quarterback for my destined love, I endured endless ambiguity and humiliation from him and his stepsister. But when he abandoned me in front of the whole school, I finally learned the truth — the man meant to love me for a lifetime was never him.

Everyone says he loved me more than anything. So I chose to answer that love with death.

Forbes cover stories, tearful speeches at charity galas, shutting down Fifth Avenue every Valentine's Day just to watch fireworks with me. They said he ruled a business empire but would kneel in front of the entire world and call me his reason to live.

I used to believe it.

Until I discovered my perfect husband had built another home with another woman. A warm one, filled with laughter and his child.

So I chose to disappear the night the storm swallowed everything.

They say he spent three days on his knees at the cliff's edge, screaming my name into the black ocean. The man worth billions couldn't even find his wife's body.

When the rescue team recovered that burned-out car, he finally opened the safe I'd left for him. Inside was a positive pregnancy test and a divorce agreement that would never be signed.

By then, nothing mattered anymore.

The five of us were dragged into a twisted nightmare.
The game rules were absolute: Kill the Boss. All members survive. Total escape.
Luckily, we each spawned into the game with a supernatural perk.
Relying on our powers and our bond, we spent six grueling hours tearing the massive, horrific beast apart.
All we had to do was step into the extraction portal to wake up in Oregon.
My friends were screaming in victory, already planning our celebration at Voodoo Doughnuts.
Instead, I was frozen. My heart wasn't racing with adrenaline anymore; it was cold. Absolute zero.
Because my real perk tracked the Boss status.
Floating in the center of my vision, cutting through the shadows, were two lines of text that only I could see:BOSS STATUS: ALIVE.DISGUISED. The monster wasn't dead. It was standing right here, wearing the face of one of my best friends!

In seven years of marriage, I miscarried five times. I nearly died on the operating table.

My husband, Lorenzo Castellano—the mafia king who controlled the entire East Coast—gripped my blood-stained hand and choked out: "It's okay. You're all I need."

I believed him.

Until our anniversary, when I smelled her perfume on his shirt and discovered the truth: his sister-in-law had given him a three-year-old son—those same deep brown eyes I'd bled five times trying to create.

The cruel irony? Just the day before, two pink lines had appeared on a pregnancy test.

That night, the explosion lit up the entire ocean, our private yacht burning like a funeral pyre.

The man who made all of New York's underworld tremble finally learned what it meant to lose.

He lost his wife.

And the child he would never know existed.

The day after Lucian was titled Duke, he locked down the estate to find the woman who climbed into his bed.
In my first life, I claimed the honor. He grabbed my hand and sneered, "That woman has a scar."
I froze to death in the ice cellar.
In my second life, Martha slashed her own hand and stepped forward. He ripped her collar open. "She has a cross tattoo on her chest. Do you?"
His hounds tore her throat out in the snow.
Now we're in our third life. The Duke just issued a three-day ultimatum, dead certain that the woman is hiding in the Duchess's wing.
Martha and I stared at each other. We're the only two maids serving the Duchess.

Twenty years ago, four-year-old Alicia vanished from a park, falling from Connecticut's wealthiest heiress to an orphan overnight. Twenty years later, her birth parents find her working at a coffee shop, bringing her back to a life of luxury.

But behind the fairy tale reunion lurks deadly danger. A mysterious guardian angel named Gabriel begins sending her prophetic warnings about her family's impending doom. Yet Alicia, drunk on newfound happiness, dismisses these as mere hallucinations.

The price of her disbelief is devastating. Her father dies in a horse-riding accident at the country club. Months later, her mother perishes in a car crash on her way to a charity gala. Shattered by grief and guilt, Alicia leaps from a hospital rooftop in despair...

Only to wake up back on the day her parents found her.

This time, she vows to heed Gabriel's every prophecy and save her family. But as she follows the angel's guidance, she discovers that fate's wheels may not be so easily stopped...

The real test has only just begun.

The floodwaters rushed into the basement, trapping my sister Isabella and me in the surging currents.

My brother, a former Navy SEAL, smashed through the window. Without a second of hesitation, he secured the rescue rope around Isabella.

"You're a good swimmer, figure your own way up! Isabella can't take the cold, I have to get her out first!"

He abandoned me and turned to hoist the rope, accidentally kicking away the only wooden crate keeping me afloat.

Once Isabella was pulled up, she reached down and slid the outer latch, deadlocking the only vent grate.

The floodwaters instantly swallowed me whole. Mud and debris violently surged into my mouth and nose. I was drowned alive.

My mom ran an exclusive underground fertility clinic. Her dark red serum smelled like rotting blood, yet the rich still lined up with massive checks for her "perfect designer embryos."
I’d watch her lock desperate young surrogates into a soundproof room. A few minutes later, the whole floor would shake.
Strangely, when the girls stumbled back out—looking entirely drained and aged by years—they would weep and kiss my mom’s hands in gratitude.
It never made sense to me.
Until the day I saw a pitch-black mass frantically clawing just beneath a surrogate's flat stomach.
I finally knew what kind of "embryos" my mom was actually planting inside them.

I died on my birthday.

While kidnappers shattered my limbs and violated me to death, my family was throwing a grand party for my sister Chloe—yes, we shared the same birthday, but only hers was worth celebrating.

I called my father for help. He sneered and hung up: "Stop using this pathetic kidnapping stunt to ruin Chloe's birthday."

I called my fiancé Mark. He said with disgust: "If you're going to die, do it somewhere far away."

In the final second before the flames consumed me, I finally understood—

I was never loved in this family.

And now that I'm truly dead, now that they've discovered Chloe hired those men to kill me, now that the truth has been exposed to the world...

Will they regret it?

Or will they, as always, continue to favor Chloe and blame everything on me—the dead one?

On our seventh anniversary, Jeffrey brought his mistress home for dinner.

Calla wore my dead mother's necklace and called me a "boring housewife" while I cooked for them. Jeffrey laughed, saying I was lucky he kept me around since I'd never contributed anything to our marriage.

What he didn't know? I'd given up my six-figure tech career to nurse him back from his car accident. Sacrificed everything while he treated me like his personal servant.

For seven years, I endured his cheating and cruelty, thinking love meant sacrifice.

I was wrong.

When I left him the divorce papers, Jeffrey screamed that I'd come crawling back within a week.

But when I never came back, he was the one who lost his mind.

When the armored car had room for only one passenger, Damian Russo chose me.

I was saved, but Lilia Brown didn't make it. She bled out in the crossfire, her body left in the rubble. Damian pretended he didn't care and married me as planned.

For three years, he made me pay for her death—beating me, starving me, blaming me for the fact that she was gone.

In the end, he drove us both off a cliff instead.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the docks on the night of the ambush. This time, I stepped aside and let him save the woman he truly loved.

The Solarien family had two daughters.
Aurelia, the younger, was their pride and joy, soon to marry Duke Lysander beneath a reputation she had never earned: the so-called genius enchantress.
I, Vespera, was nothing more than the family's hidden workhorse, locked in a basement and valued only for what I could produce.
For years, I churned out enchanted gear to fund their lavish life while they used me as a stepping stone for Aurelia without a trace of guilt.
I let them bleed me dry, clinging to the faint hope that they might someday treat me like family.
Then, on the eve of my wedding, my parents stole the gown I had spent three years pouring my blood and sweat into, all so Aurelia could make a grand impression.
They threatened my fiancé's life and forced me to cut my wrist, using my blood to reverse the runes and attune the enchantment to her instead of me—even though the backlash could cripple my magic for life.
The moment I watched my blood soak into that gown, I gave up on my family for good.
For all the family pride they fought so desperately to protect, there had never been room for me.

On the night of Reeve’s birthday, I drove to his family’s coastal estate with a premium ribeye and a bottle of Pinot Noir, ready to give him a romantic surprise.
But the rug was shifted three inches, and a single drop of dark blood hid in the floorboards. Before I could run, a gun barrel pressed against the back of my head.
The man was impeccably dressed and terrifyingly calm. Upstairs in my bathtub lay the corpse of his pregnant wife.
He ordered me to help him dispose of the body and cover up the crime. My only thought was to stall until my husband got home.
That is, until he spoke—and revealed the root of this massacre. Everything was my husband's fault.

On Halloween night, a sharp stench of chlorine and cheap booze woke me up.
I opened my eyes to a man grinning at the bedroom door.
It was my husband, David, soaking wet and showing off the liquor he’d vanished hours ago to buy.
I cursed him out, called him a liar, and demanded a divorce. He just kept that idiotic smile.
Then my phone rang. It was his best friend, Mark.
"Claire, David drowned drunk in the pool!"

After the apocalypse began, my husband's female assistant stole my viral experiment data for the ninth time. I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her publicly.
My husband said I was just jealous of her, punished me by making me apologize to her in front of everyone, and demoted me.
Later, he sweet-talked me, promising compensation.
The next day, his true love showed up at the lab wearing his family heirloom necklace.
"François felt so bad about me being falsely accused yesterday that he gave me his family necklace."
"I heard this necklace is supposed to go to his wife. Oh, Andrea, you're not mad, are you?"
I just smiled. "Not mad at all. Trash belongs with trash—you two are perfect for each other."
François immediately snapped, "It's just a necklace. No need to be so nasty about it."
"Apologize to Caro right now, or I'll kick you out of the lab and divorce you!"
Watching François defend Caro, I didn't get angry at all.
Once I'm gone, his zombie virus research won't get anywhere.

Five years ago, my family burned to death in an "accident."

My loving husband Clifford signed the papers himself—shipped me off to a mental institution without a second thought.

Inside, Becky carved up my face with shattered glass. The same orphan I'd put through school. Then she rebuilt herself to match my features and stole my life—my husband, my son, everything.

Now she marched into the clinic where I scrub floors, dragging my biological child behind her, demanding I apologize to him like some servant.

She has no idea what kind of monster she created.

Seven years married. Seven years reading minds. Still ended up the biggest joke in New York's underworld.

My husband Dante—Mafia boss—put that ring on my finger thinking, "This should be Elena's."

Seven years taking bullets for him. Seven years tortured for him. All I got was his cold contempt.

Then Elena came back with a kid. I became trash.

"Victoria, you disgust me." He crushed me under his boot, had me beaten bloody—all for her.

That's when my heart died.

I didn't explain. Just watched the clock.

Three hours until the boat leaves.

Dante, we're done. Forever.

I was accused by my beloved Alpha, Kael, of "spiritual mark plagiarism," and he even added the "soul-burning curse" to the blazing fire. He whispered, "This is all for our future."

Before I jumped off the cliff, I finally understood — this was all just to awaken my bloodline power.

After the fall, the blood moon cracked open, and black light enveloped me. To my shock, I was reborn seven days before the trial, with the Shadow Queen bloodline awakening within me.

Upon my return, I found Kael still making “spirit herb soup” for me every day. I secretly poured the soup into a flowerpot, and the flower instantly withered. The doubts in my heart grew clearer.

At the Moonlight Spring, I caught him and Lyra in an intimate moment. When I confronted him, Kael said, "I got close to her for you." He said it so casually, yet my heart was shattered like glass.

In this entangled web of love and betrayal, can I succeed in my revenge?

The day I died, my sister wore the wedding dress I had always dreamed of, and married my boyfriend.
My family felt no sorrow over my disappearance.
My brother suspected I deliberately avoided blessing my sister.
My silent father believed I was malicious, unwilling to see my sister surpass me.
My mother called me ungrateful and demanded I apologize to my sister.
They didn't care if I was alive.
They were only worried that my absence would sadden my sister by denying her my blessing.

In my past life, I died in a freezing, damp basement.
The person who destroyed me was Evelina, the daughter of my father’s mistress. She set a trap at a charity gala, dragged my reputation through the mud, and forced me into a hellish marriage—all so she could strip away everything that rightfully belonged to me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-two. The gala that sealed my fate was happening tonight.
Before the banquet officially began, I seamlessly swapped two champagne flutes, handing her meticulously woven trap right back to her. When the scandal detonated, sending shockwaves through the ballroom, my eyes landed on Killian—the Vance family's notoriously cold-blooded illegitimate son.
The trust fund my mother left me was still firmly under my control. I walked straight up to him and laid my chips on the table.
My enemies had retreated to the shadows, waiting to strike back. But I was going to use their own conspiracies as stepping stones, clawing back everything I owned, one piece at a time.

“Do I really deserve this?”
Dr. Xavier Brown asked the void after the woman he loved smiled and shoved him off a rooftop.

He died a brilliant, betrayed genius… only to wake up as the worthless secondary character in a trashy web novel.

The pathetic live-in son-in-law.
The disposable husband.
The man scripted to be humiliated, divorced, and killed so the protagonists could shine.

Died once.
Refused to die again.

Armed with every humiliating page of his own doom, Xavier signs the divorce papers with a smirk, takes the money, and kicks the first death flag into the dirt.

But the story doesn’t let go so easily.

When he saves the mother of Isabella Voss, the novel’s ice-cold villainess, using medicine this world has never seen, she doesn’t destroy him.
She builds him a kingdom: a hospital with top-notch facilities, an empire of shadows, and a love that feels dangerously real.

Then the truth rips the script apart.

He isn’t Alexander Rodriguez.
He is Alexander Winchester, erased heir to a hidden mafia family, legendary assassin king, memory wiped and chained as a live-in dog by the very people who now call themselves heroes.

Six deadly sisters descend to reclaim him.
A ruthless CEO. A ghost hacker, an assassin trainer, a pharmaceutical prodigy, a public opinion goddess, and the youngest who sees what’s coming before it breathes.

With a system that evolves from cold machine to snarky partner in crime, Xavier walks two paths at once:

The Healer who rewrites life, and the Ruler who burns false fates to ash.

But Karma never dies, Damien and Sophie met with their consequences

Every betrayal returns.
Every death flag screams.

“Do I really deserve this?”

Xavier smiles, scalpel in one hand, shadow in the other.

This time the answer is yes.

After a one-night stand with him, I left hundreds of dollars for him.
I thought we have no relations any more, but in reality, he was actually my fiancé’s brother!
I never imagined I would develop feelings for him.
It’s a forbidden love, a secret that can’t be spoken...

In the heart of Spain, Mayara, an orphaned soul burdened by a life of despair, receives a cryptic letter promising revelations about her true identity. Skeptical yet desperate for change, she embarks on a journey to Mexico, unknowingly stepping into a world ruled by powerful mafias and politicians. It's the story of young Mayara, an unfortunate orphan whose life seemed destined for sadness and misery. However, everything changes as she uncovers the truth about her family by coming to Mexico. Reuniting with childhood crush amidst secrets, she uncovers her past while battling Santiago's gold quest, linked to events 18 years ago. Loyalty and unspoken affections aid Mayara in navigating Cancun's dual existence. As she unravels mysteries, she must confront old rivals and decide her heart's path in a journey of redemption and revelation.

In her first life, Ivy was abandoned. Starved. Forgotten. When the Shaws finally threw her out like garbage, the only people who came for her were strangers with guns.

Now she’s reborn. She knows how the story ends. And she’s running toward the killers instead of away from them.

Dad’s a hitman with terrible aim and a lazier temper. Mom’s a chef who butchers people in the basement. Big Brother runs the Dark Web. Little Brother builds death traps for fun.

They’re the worst family in the city. And they’re exactly what she chose.

With her five-year-old eyes, every murder looks like cooking.

Every severed finger is a toy. Every bloodstain is just Mommy’s new perfume.

Ivy doesn’t see killers. She sees the only people who ever loved her.

"You have a ….." His hand moves towards my mouth, skimming over my bottom lip. I'm frozen. Never has a man affected me like this.
Pulling his hand back, he holds his finger up for me to see. Even his hands are perfect. I imagine what it would feel like to have hands like that caress my body. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. But it soon vanishes when I notice the small piece of chocolate sitting on the tip of his finger. I'm immediately consumed with humiliation. My eyes widen and my mouth gapes when he places his finger in his mouth, sucking the chocolate off.
"Yummy" he says as he nods his head.
Emily, adopted at eleven years old by a very rich socialite after ten years of being placed from one foster home to the other. She was given a life of luxury and groomed for seven years for a role she didn't know about. At eighteen, she began her life as a sex-worker, lacking companionship and love, she never experienced it until she had a one-night stand with a handsome stranger. One-night of passion that changes everything. 
Damian grew up privileged, he had it all; looks, money, charm, success and endless array of beautiful women who threw themselves at him. He then met Emily, a breath of fresh air. 
Their one-night-stand together ignited something in him, he wanted to own and possess her, but Emily had other plans. 
Will he be able to get what he wants? Will he be able to claim her? Or will her secrets crush or destroy any chance they have at being together?

Synopsisof my story
In a world where every werewolf awakens their inner wolf at the age of eighteen, Jason Anthony Ravencrest is the one impossible exception.
Born into the mighty Blackfang Pack without a wolf, Jason grows up as an outcast, enduring endless humiliation, cruelty, and rejection. To his pack, he is a living disgrace. To the Alpha Council, he is proof that the Moon Goddess can abandon even her own children.
On the day of his long-awaited Awakening Ceremony, the sacred Moon Altar remains silent—until it suddenly cracks apart before the eyes of thousands. An ancient heartbeat echoes from beneath the mountain, and a mysterious voice whispers only one name.
Jason.
His awakening unleashes a forgotten secret buried for millennia, exposing a bloodline that was erased from history and feared by the first Alphas. Hunted by powerful packs, betrayed by those he once trusted, and pursued by enemies who would rather see him dead than crowned, Jason is forced onto a path that will reshape the werewolf world.
As ancient kingdoms rise from the shadows, forbidden powers awaken, and a prophecy begins to unfold, Jason must decide whether to embrace the terrifying force sleeping within him or reject the destiny chosen for him before birth.
The boy they mocked as wolfless may become the strongest Alpha in history—but the higher he rises, the more devastating the price of power becomes.in a world ruled by claws, blood, and betrayal, legends are not born.
They are forged through suffering.

My name is Themis and I am not supposed to be alive.

I survived the hunt, saddled with a husband and still I have to waddle my way through so many things to remain alive at the end of the day.

The one person I can count on other than myself is my new husband who saved my life from the get go.

And my gift of prophecy.

Maybe, just maybe it is also enough to save the Dar Empire too.

My name is Themis and this is my story.

Born to lead but denied her rightful place, the daughter of a slain Alpha is betrayed in the most brutal way. Stripped of her title because she bears the spirit of a Luna instead of an Alpha, she’s forced to watch her lover rise as Alpha—only to publicly humiliate and reject her, accusing her of treason in front of the entire pack and a council of visiting Alphas.

When hope flickers in the form of a second chance mate—a feared Alpha known for his cold heart—her world is shattered yet again by another cruel rejection. The pain is too much; her wolf vanishes, her soul breaks, and her life hangs by a thread.

Just when the executioner raises his weapon, the unexpected happens. The ruthless Alpha who had turned his back returns with chilling words: “Let her live. Death is too kind. She will suffer.”

Months pass, and what was once discarded becomes the object of desire. Now, Alphas wage war for the broken Luna they once overlooked. With her wolf gone and heart frozen, can she ever heal? Will the Moon Goddess grant her strength again—or love?

Dive into this gripping tale of betrayal, pain, power, and redemption.

She entered his court as a servant of shadow. He will rule it on a throne of blood and scale.
For years, the Vampire Lord Kaelen’s cold reign has been absolute. For Elara, a hidden dragon shifter living as a lowly maid, it is a reign that must end in ash. Her vengeance for her slaughtered clan is a fire she has carefully banked, waiting for the moment to reduce his world to cinders. That moment comes on the night of the Blood Moon Masquerade, where a single, searing encounter with a masked stranger offers the perfect path to revenge.
It was only meant to be a weapon. A way to get closer to her enemy.
But one night of forbidden passion unravels everything.
Now, Elara carries an impossible secret—a child that is both fire and blood, a living symbol of the war between their kinds. Her destiny is no longer just vengeance, but survival. When her dragon nature can no longer be concealed, Kaelen discovers the truth: the woman he cannot forget is the same one he has never truly seen, and she holds the key to his destruction… or his legacy.
A night of passion. A lifetime of consequences. A war of bloodlines.
As ancient enemies close in and the truth of the past ignites a new war, Elara and Kaelen must choose: will they cling to the hatred that defined them, or seize a throne built from the one thing that can save or damn them both—their forbidden love?

Mich was 4 years old, when his father divorced his mother.
his father wanted to marry Ally's mother, and had a big fight with Mich's mother After running away from home, the 4-year-old Mich watched his mother commit suicide by jumping off the building.

But what would happen when 21 years later Mich met with Ally?

Is is gonna hate her for what his father did?

For three years, Barren endured poison and a wheelchair for a childish mistake. Condemned by his mother’s prejudice and overshadowed by his perfect brother, he lost his legs, his childhood, and finally his life. After death, his wandering ghost witnesses his family’s belated regret and redemption, but no apology can bring back the little lion who never got any love.

My roommate acted strangely—an eye peeking through the door crack, a lingering stench, and the shadow of a serial murder closing in. I struggled to find the truth, only to discover her rotting corpse in the wardrobe. It turned out, she was the first to die, and the fear had only just begun.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

"I'm done talking." I gathered my purse, the signed papers, Rose's photo. "Done pretending. Done being the good sister, the perfect wife, the daughter who never complains."
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Away from her. Away from everyone who thinks Camille Lewis is someone they can use and discard."
My phone buzzed, Rose's smiling face lit up the screen. Right on cue, coming to play her part.
I declined the call and walked to the door. My phone buzzed again. Rose. Then my mother. Then Stefan. One by one, I blocked them all.
Every connection to the life I thought I had to live.
I looked nothing like the polished, proper wife Stefan Rodriguez had married.


Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone… or let someone melt the ice in her heart.

I walked into the wrong hotel room...
To a naked man fresh out of the shower.
Now, I’m pregnant with his baby.

I should’ve left as soon as I saw him.
He was too beautiful to be real.
I got halfway to the door…
And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide.

“Who hurt you?” he said when he glimpsed the bruises. “Let me fix it.”
I should’ve said no.
But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe.
And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness…
Well, I won’t turn my nose up at that.

But nothing in this life comes without strings attached.
My angel gives me a night from heaven…

When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil.
And not just any devil.
This devil knows where I’m from.
Who I am.
What I’ve done.

And he’s determined to make me pay for all of it.

Alina Winters had it all—luxury, fame, and Kieran Blackthrone, her foster brother who loved her far too deeply.
But when he vanished after a fight with his father, her world shattered.
Five years later, he’s back—famous, cold, and still completely hers.But now he has deadly secrets about her biological family,and he is tied to them in a way he cannot escape.
Alina is changed too—scarred, guarded, and engaged to another man.
When Kieran saves her at a skating event, old feelings ignite, and buried secrets resurface.
Because behind the fame and headlines, someone is hunting her.
And Kieran would cross every line to protect her.
Love was never safe for them. Obsession was where it began.

The God of this world had grown angry and frustrated yet again.

His world was supposed to entertain him!

It was supposed to be fun to watch!

Yet, every single guy in his world only practiced Magic all of the time!

This was so boring!

"Alright, that's it. I need someone else, someone who actually has some originality to show my world that there's more than just Magic. I need someone that is willing to destroy themselves and others on his path to power. I need someone that doesn't crack under any mortal danger."

"I should check out that other planet. Yes, you!"

Alex was an ex-fighter trying to come to terms with normal life. Sadly, his life ended in tragedy, but before he could enter the afterlife, he was pulled away by a God that wants him to fix his world.

Watch Alex as he dominates the world of Mages and becomes the only Sword God in a World full of nothing but Mages!

When Lilith’s family mansion is seized because of her father’s debts, she is forced to beg the new owner for mercy. To her shock, the man who now owns everything is Aeros—her former driver, her first love, and the man she left behind. Wealthy, powerful, and fueled by old wounds, Aeros offers her a cruel deal: become his maid for six years in exchange for the mansion. With nowhere else to go, Lilith accepts. But living under the same roof rekindles buried feelings, dangerous desires, and painful secrets. Can love survive when revenge is determined to win?

Thirty days. An unbreakable contract.
And a world where instinct and desire matter more than logic.
At The 30 Days Club, no one joins by accident.
Some crave pleasure, others want easy money.
There are those who seek to escape suffocating routines—and even those who long to break free from a lifelong lie, like the Omega forced to pretend he’s an Alpha in front of his own family.

Here, Alphas, Betas, and Omegas can finally shed their masks… but they’re also forced to face truths they’d rather deny.
Enemies end up trapped in the same room.
Powerful Alphas discover what it means to submit.
Rational Betas feel their bodies betray them.
And Omegas learn that, within these walls, heat isn’t the only danger.

At the Club, there’s no way out before the end.
It’s 30 days to resist, surrender… or lose yourself completely.

One poor man had acquired an extraordinary system of thought. From then on, his wish was fulfilled, and he rose to his golden peak!

Famous University President: These are the most talented students I have ever met!

An executive: Whoever gets him will be able to control the next 10 years of competition!

Chairman of a certain group: If he is willing to work, will give him half shares at once!

Let's see how a boy from that poor class can reach the top of the world step by step!