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Ophelia, a death row inmate hardened by six years in a ruthless prison, will do whatever it takes to survive. When she's offered a chance to escape her fate—by joining a secret government mission involving death row inmates—she seizes the opportunity.

The mission is to explore a newly discovered planet, named Xyriel, under the guise of securing humanity’s future. Desperate to avoid execution, Ophelia agrees, even though the mission’s true purpose remains shrouded in secrecy. Soon, she meets a mysterious man named Xyriel, who shares the planet’s name. As the mission unfolds, Ophelia begins to uncover disturbing government lies—and Xyriel’s real identity may be at the heart of it all.

Aliens are real. And they've got big plans. Anara is just your average young adult who has been selected randomly with a hundred individuals from all over the galaxy to survive on subterrestrial grounds. Now, either she survives the trials she is out through or dies lightyears away from Earth. What awaits the different individuals in the arena? Is it death? Is it love? Or is it the administrators themselves?
Read to see Anara go from an ordinary detective to a strong leader who attracts a bad boy prince from another planet and a good boy soldier from another. Who will she choose? Will things get steamy while lives are on the line?
Is there a way back home? Is there even a home left to go back to?

To pay off my father’s debt, I married a wheelchair-bound vampire duke’s heir.
He couldn’t hear me or answer, so I told him everything—my heartbreaks, humiliations, and deepest secrets.
I thought no one would ever know.
Then one morning, he regained his hearing and asked, “Who did you say you had a crush on last night? Say it again.”

On my son's seventh birthday, he hid behind my husband's first love and shouted at me, "You're a bad woman! She's my real mom!"
My husband was even crueler. He threw me out of the house without a second thought.
"To me, you were nothing but a surrogate."
Heartbroken, I walked away—and later adopted an abandoned little boy.
Years passed, when my husband finally learned the truth about the woman he had always protected, he came to me with our biological son, both of them kneeling before me in tears, begging for forgiveness.
Holding my adopted son's hand, I smiled calmly.
"Sorry. I only have one son."

I have been tormented by a strange illness for ten years, with blood draws and surgeries being commonplace.
My mother always encouraged me, saying, "Nian Nian, bear with it a little longer. The pain will be over soon. Mom and Dad are doing this to save your life."
Hoping to be cured as soon as possible, I gritted my teeth and endured ten years of painful treatments, even if it meant living like a lab subject.
That was until I accidentally overheard my parents’ cruel conversation:
“Increase the blood draw even more. It doesn’t matter if she dies—she was only picked up to save Ying Ying. As long as she has a breath left, she owes it to us.”
At that moment, I finally understood: I was never sick at all.
The decade of daily treatments were nothing but a way to use me to extend the life of their biological daughter.

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

My wife brought her first love back to my cloud penthouse for an affair, and even attempted to steal the corporation's core code. Caught red-handed, she showed no remorse, instead scolding me condescendingly: "He is my guest! How dare you touch him?!"

Without even raising an eyelid, I snapped my fingers. Heavy combat robots instantly ripped apart the first love's cybernetic spine, and a beam of energy burned the man into a cripple. I then threw down a disownment agreement, cutting off her elite privileges with one click, and tossed the two of them like garbage into the lower-class slums drenched in acid rain.

"Trash belongs in the trash can." I swirled my wine glass, sneering.

After sleeping for a thousand years, I returned to the ancestral castle that was supposed to be mine.
Only to find my throne torn down and turned into an auction block for the black market, my territory carved up clean by traitors.
And my only pureblood descendant in this world was actually being auctioned off like livestock—covered in blood, chained up with a cheap dog collar around his neck.
The entire room of nobles and elites mistook me for the lowest kind of half-blood trash, mocking me as a rat too stupid to know when he was dead.
The usurper, eager to curry favor with the Abyss, shouted that he would drain me dry and offer my blood as a tribute to the three pureblood princes deep within the Abyss.
Then the void split open, and those three supreme princes—the untouchable monsters the world worshiped—truly descended.
Under the horrified gaze of more than a thousand nobles and elites, those three ancient monsters threw themselves at my feet, scrambling and crawling, wailing in terror without even daring to raise their heads:
"Your unworthy descendants... welcome the Ancestor's return!!!"

I’m a billionaire heir, and I used to say yes to my girlfriend no matter what.

She swiped my card like it was hers, partied until sunrise, and while I lay in a hospital bed, I was still cleaning up her messes.

She never visited me once—yet I couldn’t let her go. I would have given her everything.

Until an accident made me realize the truth: my love wasn’t real. It was hypnosis.

Her father wanted control. He bribed my psychiatrist and rigged my treatment—so the moment I saw her face, I’d lose control, give in, and hand over whatever they wanted.

All that devotion was manufactured.

Now the hypnosis is gone. She thinks I’ll keep being her ATM.

She has no idea that the first thing I did after waking up was make her—and her father—pay.

It's supposed to be our last class trip before graduation. The bus loses control on a mountain road and goes over the edge.

I think we're all going to die.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in a classroom that looks like it's been rotting for decades.

A system alert blares through my skull:

【Welcome to Ravenwood High. Unnameable creatures roam the campus. Survive 7 days. Uncover the truth behind the campus Boss's death. Every player who dies adds $800,000 to the prize pool. Make it out, and the money is yours.】

Everyone loses it. Screaming, crying, total chaos. The first thing Brett does is shove me toward the door to check the hallway. Because of course he does. I'm the class punching bag. The girl nobody would miss.

Everyone assumes I'll be the first to die.

What nobody sees is the smile pulling at the corner of my mouth as I stand at that door, staring at whatever is writhing in the shadows of the hallway.

I’m the CEO of a tech company—and the creator of our bionic human project.

Three years ago, my wife was dying after a car crash. She begged me to “save” her with my technology. I said yes.

I poured over a hundred million into R&D and built her a bionic body that could last for decades. I covered every checkup, every calibration, every outrageous repair bill.

What I got back was her contempt, her affair, and her reckless abuse of the body I gave her.

I warned her again and again to protect it. She called it control—and called another man freedom.

She even slammed my head into a coffee table to shield him.

That was the moment I decided: no more repairs, no more payments.

She chose her path. She pays for it.

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

“Sheridan, Link gave me hope to live this past year. I’m pregnant with his child now. He’s been malnourished since he was a baby. Could you be a little more generous and give him half of your food?”

"To quell the rumors, give him the commander's authority as well! Consider it proof of your tolerance, and that way everyone will accept our family of three!"

Looking at my fiancée, who was heavily pregnant and had a saintly glow on her face, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

Five years of entrusting each other with life and death have resulted in this scene.

Alright, I'll grant your wish.

Without arguing or making a scene, I readily signed the power transfer agreement, removed my epaulets, and walked without looking back into the underground forbidden zone that everyone feared.

There, a crazy witch with a morbid possessiveness toward me is imprisoned.

Sylvia thought that after I relinquished power, I would only be able to kneel in the mud like a stray dog and watch them be affectionate.

But she had no idea that I was the one who had the safety net for her throughout the entire city!

After losing my protection, the system completely crashed within a few days.

That freeloader completely dropped his pretense, not only beating her half to death with domestic violence, but also attempting to invade her private space.

When she crawled to the gate of the restricted area covered in blood, crying and begging me for forgiveness and to save her life.

I was being held in the arms of that aloof witch, watching the pretty boy who had come looking for me:

"The experiment actually spoke, darling..."

Turns out, for five years, all Callum ever saw when he looked at me — the wolfless one — was a stain on his Alpha reputation.
Everyone knew he was about to marry Elvira, the pureblooded heiress of the Silverfang pack. The entire Blood Moon pack was already gearing up for their bonding ceremony.
My best friend Tessa, a Beta, fed them updates on my every move in their group chat, laughing along as I made healing broths for Callum like I was a joke to them.
They figured as long as they dangled my brother's medical care over my head, I'd swallow my pride and stay their dirty little secret forever.
Until the day Elvira decided to prove who was in charge, and threw my brother into a pit lined with silver spikes.
Watching Callum shield blood-soaked Elvira behind him, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I just pulled a knife and drove it into the bond mark on my neck.

The night before the SAT, I brought homemade pastries from our bakery to share with the whole class.

The next day, over thirty students collapsed at the testing center. The exam was voided.

I became the target of everyone's rage. My family fell apart. I ended up in a detention cell.

The internet tore me apart. My classmate Lainey Prescott went on camera sobbing, saying all she wanted was for me to own up to what I did.

While I was in detention, I found out my mom had a mental breakdown and jumped off the overpass outside of town.

That same night, I went into the river too. The water was freezing.

When I open my eyes, Lainey is right there. She's holding that same sheet of paper with everyone's signatures, smiling like nothing's wrong, eyes just as calculating as I remember.

I'm back.

And this time, I'm not making anything for anyone.

She baked his pack to perfection for five years, only to overhear she was just the “cheaper version” of his fated mate.

When Alpha Brian slaps her, abandons her in flames, and chooses the villainess who faked everything… Angela walks away, rejects him forever, returns home as the hidden heiress of a powerhouse pack, marries the Lycan King who worships her and watches her ex spiral into madness.

''Mate !'' his wolf howled loudly in his head and just when he was about to make a move forward, his father placed his hands on the shoulders of the little girl and said, '' This is Mia, your half sister.'' those words from his father seized his steps.

''I hate you, I hate you with everything in me.'' He yelled and took a step forward to her, while she gulped and took a step backward. ''Your mother conspired with my Father and killed my mother.'' he yelled and yanked her to himself. '' I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life paying for their sins.'' He declared those words as a promise, ignoring the whimpering of his Wolf.

''Why do you hate me so much, I'm your mate for goddess’s sake…'' I tried speaking, but he choked me by the neck and slammed my back to the wall. ''Never, you are not my mate, you are my half sister, my worst enemy and the person I hate the most in this world.'' He yelled with so much disgust.

The minute alpha Ricardo met her he realized she was his mate, but he kept it away from everyone because to him, it was disgusting to be mated to his own half sister.
Just when Ricardo was trying to process everything, his father and mistress got involved in a car accident and died at the spot, leaving him to care and look after Mia, whom he hates so much.
He transferred the anger he had for his father's mistress to innocent Mia. He showed her nothing but pain and hatred, but little did he know that there were so many mysteries left for him to solve.

Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual themes, taboo relationships, and adult situations. Intended for mature readers only.
I shouldn't get wet at the thought of my stepfather—but I do.
It all started the day we had a business meeting. I'm an intern at his company, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop imagining his long, slender fingers on my body, crossing lines I knew I shouldn't even think about.

My name is Emma, and no—I'm not a beautiful model or a perfect queen. I'm what people call a geek. A nerd. A wallflower who fades into the background.
But this wallflower has dark desires.
I want to be bent over his desk, claimed where no one would dare to look. And I'm willing to do anything to be his—no matter the cost.
Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

“Ahhh… so fucking tight” Zyran growled as he thrusted into her pussy.

“Who owns this filthy mouth of yours?” Damien asked as he thrusted into her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair to guide her movements.


She knew what she was doing was forbidden but she couldn't bring herself to stop it.

She knew the bond they shared was forbidden but she couldn't deny it. Will they be able to give into their heart desires? Or will they just keep each other for pleasure.

I thought the eyes burning into my back for weeks belonged to a stranger. A masked shadow in alleys. A predator in the dark of a mirror maze who pinned me against glass, fingers deep inside me, growling “Red” while he unraveled me… then vanished, leaving me aching and furious.

I never expected him to walk through my front door as my new stepbrother. Tall, inked, with storm-gray eyes that hate me on sight.

Gray warns me to stay away, threatens to devour me if I don’t. We are playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. But the walls between our rooms are thin, his scent lingers in every corner of this sprawling mansion, and every time our paths cross, the air crackles with the same lethal pull that started in the shadows.

He stalked me before he was family. Now he’s under the same roof, watching closer than ever.
Hating me. Wanting me.

And I’m terrified of how badly I want him to finish what he started.

Some obsessions don’t end when the mask comes off. They only get darker… and a whole lot closer to home.

Through a one-way mirror, I watched the passionate scene unfold between my fiancé and my best friend. I turned and impulsively married the stranger I bumped into in the hall.

At the wedding, I publicly replaced the groom, turning that scumbag into the laughingstock of the city.

It wasn't until he faced my new husband and stammered, "Uncle," that I realized... in this revenge plot, perhaps I wasn't the main character after all.

On her eighteenth birthday, Isabella expected freedom. Instead, she was sold by her uncle to Hell's pit—the Devil’s underworld where men fight to death and women suffer fates far worse.

Being a wolfless omega in this den of monsters should have been her death sentence. Until she met him. Alessandro De Luca, the most feared Mafia Lord and King Of The South.

Alessandro never expected to find his mate in the last place imaginable—Hell’s pit. Isabella's dormant wolf suddenly awakens, revealing her as a rare dominant omega, making her both precious and hunted. Now, he'll wage war against the pit's corrupt council to claim her.

As their passionate bond deepens and Isabella carries his heirs, a dark plot threatens to tear them apart.

What happens when Isabella is kidnapped and her and her unborn pups' lives are in danger and to save her Alessandro must give up everything he has worked for?

In Hell's pit, love comes with a price. And someone is about to pay in blood.

He proposed to me the day he woke up from coma.

I was so happy, and thought I would finally have my happily ever after.

I was wrong.

Three years later, I was slapped with divorce papers, and lost my baby.

My husand had chose my sister, and abandoned me.

And that was his worst mistake.

My fiancé abandoned me at a suburban gas station. Sophia Rose—his precious first love—had a concert he couldn't miss.

Thugs found me there. Dragged me into an abandoned warehouse. Raped me. Injected me with poison.

When I begged him for help, he sneered: "You think I'd marry a used-up whore? Stay the hell away from me."

He had his arm around a glowing Sophia. They were married within weeks.

Alexander Kane saved me that night.

A mafia boss. He brought me back from death. Counseled me. Hired the top doctors in the country for experimental treatments.

Even when my body wouldn't fully heal, he vowed to keep me safe for life.

Being his wife for five years? Pure magic.

Then tonight happened.

I overheard him on a call in his study.

"So the gas station attack—that was your setup."

"Exactly. Sophia needed her fairy tale ending with her idol."

"Boss, if Evelyn ever learns you married her just to save Sophia..."

"She won't learn anything. Sophia's blood disease is killing her. Needs constant transfusions. I exhausted every Kane connection. Only Evelyn matches. Perfect blood type. Zero rejection rate."

"I'll repay this with everything I have. But Evelyn stays in the dark until Sophia recovers."

My rescue was just his scheme.

Then I'll make him pay.

My sister walked onstage wearing the medal for my stolen research.
Ethan stood beside her and mouthed, Don’t ruin this.
Last time, I listened. I lost my scholarship, my housing, my lab, and the only archive my mother left behind.

This time, I held up the U drive with the original files.
“If Sophie built it,” I said, “let her run the raw data.”

My Sister Wore My Medal

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

NOTICE!!!!
CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT SEX SCENES

Mr Olsen, the CEO of Olsen Groups of Company, hates females after what happened to him which caused him to lose his being handsome. He was happy with the demon he has become until he met Katherine. What happens when he falls for Katherine but she won't feel the same? What happens when a story of ten years is about to repeat itself? Will Mr Olsen's love be one-sided forever?

Find out in this story yourself.
Sit back with your popcorn and enjoy.

From the moment Bradley Carter's hand brushes against Elizabeth White's skin and coin-sized blisters appear, she knows that he isn't just another rich kid with an impossible ego--and he isn't. He's a demon.

Saddened over her brother Zack's recent cancer diagnosis, sixteen-year-old Elizabeth keeps to herself. So, when Benjamin, the most popular boy in school wants to be her friend, she's surprised. Bradley, however, knows exactly what Benjamin is after--Elizabeth's soul. As a witch, Benjamin will lose his power to practice magic if he doesn’t attain a pure soul, as a general rule, the more souls you corrupt the higher up the ranks you move, and Benjamin’s dropped down two levels already.

Lucas Grey becomes the head of his family at sixteen. he realizes that his parents death wasn't an accident. His main goals are to take care of his two sisters and find his parents killer.
Lucas finds his bonded half but she doesn't want him, a brutal attack makes her go into hiding and Lucas has to suffer her nightmares.
By chance they meet again and the bond is as strong as ever. Lucas is stubborn, slow to forgive and Rylee is afraid of loving him.
Follow their story as they get pulled together by their bond but pushed apart by their actions as Lucas tries to lead his lair and protect his family.

"See how easy it is to excite you," I said as my fingers pushed inside her. Her whole body stiffened as she looked at me.
"I don't love you Rylee and I wouldn't fuck you even if you begged for it."
Her hand made contact with my cheek as she slapped me as hard as she could and it stung a little as she pushed herself up and away from me.
"I fucking hate you," she said coldly and walked over to the bed.
"You hate me? I hate you back!" I yelled at her.
"You expect me to believe your story but you won't believe mine!"
"You can't even remember what the fuck you did that night. I saw you coming out of the bathroom with him following you! Can you honestly tell me you remember what you did in there?"
"I know myself and I wouldn't sleep with some random stranger," she said as she looked at me.
"Except that you did."

When Sophia Brown turned away for good, Nicholas Jackson realized he hadn't just lost his wife—he'd lost everything.
After four years of supporting him to the top of the business world, she caught him with his adopted sister, Cecilia Jackson, on their anniversary.

In anger, he ripped up their divorce papers, thinking he could humiliate her into staying. But when Sophia vanished, armed with a terminal diagnosis and a cold heart, she returned as a stunning race car driver, shattering Nicholas's world.

Desperate to find her, he used every trick to keep her close, only to see the love in her eyes replaced by dreams of another man. As secrets from a tragic accident four years ago begin to surface, Nicholas wonders: Can he ever win her back?

After being abandoned by my husband one last time and rejected by my own son, I finally hit my breaking point.
Because I was dying.
At the very end, fate sent me back to the world I once knew.
And there, love and glory swept over me like a flood.

BLURB

Eli Morgan had spent years trying to survive Noah Carter.

Unfortunately, Noah Carter seemed determined to ruin his life.

As The College’s swim captain, campus heartthrob, and his older brother’s best friend, Noah had made teasing Eli his personal hobby, touching him too casually, acting possessive whenever Eli liked someone, and somehow inserting himself into every part of Eli’s life.

And somehow?

Nobody else thought it was weird.

Not even Ethan, Eli’s perfect older brother.

But when Eli finally starts dating someone seriously, Noah’s behavior changes from annoying to dangerous. The teasing becomes jealousy. The casual touches become possessive. And the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore.

I straddled him on the big bed with my mouth not leaving his and my fingers feverishly working on the buttons of his shirt fighting the need bursting forth in my as his hand wandered my thighs, working its way in between them agitating the flesh between my thighs. Stroking feathery in circular motion around my soaking wet panties before they coasted over to my boobs, squeezing the mound before he found the hook freeing them from the trapping bra. Another moan sounded in my throat as his lips worked on the hardened nipples.


A simple lie turns complicated when Ellen Evans switches places with her identical twin sister, Elena. This has her wiggling into the ruthless Prince Sebastian's bed. Things grow complicated now she is marked by her twin sister’s mate but what happens when the truth surfaces the next morning?

Prince Sebastian's life takes a different turn when his path crosses with Ellen's. Things grow even more complicated when he realizes Ellen is pregnant with his child but worse, Ellen is nowhere to be found.

Brianna was in high school when they moved to Boston. She started attending Freedom High School with her brother.

She hated the fact that her dad's work had to make them move all the time. She wasn't finding living in Boston fun, and having a protective senior brother wasn't fun at all.

Eric was so protective of Brianna that he literally meddled in her business. Brianna was too frustrated with having to make friends only for her brother to chase them all away.

When Brianna met Gia and saved her from the hands of her bullies, they became best friends. While Brianna can't stand her brother, Gia, on the other hand, will do anything to get Eric's attention.

Brianna never understood why Gia was head over heels for Eric. Just when she thought she was beginning to enjoy her life in Boston, Dax showed up.

He was the hot, handsome, and rich guy who every high school student would love to date—well, all except for Brianna. She was fascinated at first, but after seeing how Dax treated ladies with so much disrespect, she developed a hatred for him.

As much as she hates coming across Dax all the time, she just couldn't help it. Dax was her brother’s best friend, and they were always seen together.

Dax, on the other hand, has never seen a girl who is as stubborn as Brianna. They both brought out the worst in them. Dax never knew that Brianna was about to be the beginning of a love he never wanted.

Meet Georgia Sanchez, an eighteen-year-old girl who has a miserable past. Her mother was killed by thieves. Her father is a drunkard who often molested her. Her younger sister died from hunger, and her younger brother is suffering from severe pneumonia. She has no money to pay her brother's bill, so she had no choice but to work in a brothel, which she considers much better than being raped by her own father without getting anything. Her life suddenly changed, by chance or by the grace of the gods in heaven, when she met a wealthy businessman named Harry Will, who offered her a strange job: to pretend to be his girlfriend for six months in order to make his ex-fiancée jealous. But this didn't turn out right, as Georgia truly fell in love with the almost-perfect man, and if she's dreaming, she doesn't want to wake up. But even in dreams, she has bad luck; the man doesn't love her and considers her a friend or a younger sister. What's Georgia going to do now? How can she accept the fact that Sir Harry doesn't love her?

Three years ago, Detective Blaire Hayes survived a kidnapping that should have killed her.

She escaped with scars no one could see, a partner she couldn't save, and memories so shattered that entire pieces of that night have vanished from her mind. Every nightmare drags her back into the darkness she has spent years trying to outrun, but as a detective, she's learned to bury her pain behind a fearless reputation.

When a childhood friend's wedding draws her back to the small town she once called home, Blaire crosses paths with Cole Hastings, a decorated military veteran turned nightclub owner whose easy smile hides a past filled with guilt of his own.

Forced to work together, they begin chasing the same dangerous truth. Every lead uncovers another secret, every late-night stakeout chips away at the walls between them, and every stolen moment makes it harder to deny the powerful connection growing between them.

Just when Blaire starts believing she can finally leave her past behind, anonymous messages begin arriving on her phone.
Each one contains disturbing footage from the night she was kidnapped.

Each video reveals another piece of a memory she doesn't remember losing.

As the investigation pulls Blaire and Cole deeper into a web of lies, she leans on the one person she believes she can trust completely—her psychologist and childhood friend, Gavin Brooks, the boy who has been with her through it all.

But someone has been watching Blaire for years.

Someone has been patiently waiting for her to remember.

And as the truth finally comes to light, Blaire will discover that the man she's trusted with her deepest fears was the devil she has been searching for, and he has been right there all along.

I pulled a pair of lace panties from my husband's coat pocket.
They had white stains on them.
Any adult would know what that was—semen.

“You really thought you could run from me, wife?”

Marrying Bratva king Asher Volkov was supposed to save my mother, not ruin my life. It was supposed to be a deal. A contract. A fake marriage.

Instead, I fell for the one man I should have feared.

The closer I got to Asher, the harder it became to ignore the dangerous pull between us. Every touch felt forbidden. Every glance felt like a promise I shouldn’t want.

Then I discovered I was pregnant.

When a devastating secret from our past came to light, I disappeared without a trace. But men like Asher Volkov don’t lose what belongs to them.

Now he’s hunting me down, obsessed with bringing me back to his side. The problem is, I’m hiding a truth that could destroy everything we have.

Because if Asher discovers what I’ve been keeping from him, he might never forgive me.

And if he doesn’t…

He’ll never let me go.

I was kidnapped at five. Found at sixteen. Dead at nineteen.
My parents are top transplant surgeons. The night I was murdered, they were saving my sister's life with a "legally sourced" donor heart. They signed the paperwork themselves.
That heart was mine. Cut from my chest while I was still breathing.
The sister they saved? She's the one who handed me to the killer.
For three years I lived under their roof. They slapped me for things she did. They called me ungrateful when I couldn't donate a kidney I'd already lost. They forgot my birthday to throw her a party.
And when I went missing, they didn't look for me. Dad said, "Even if she dies out there, she has no one to blame but herself."
He was right. I did die out there. And he's the one who signed off on what happened next.

Terrence didn't waste a moment in pressing me up against the kitchen counter.

"When..." He growled in my ear, "When we will be getting married, I will be your only king, do you get my point? Only one queen, no misters or mistresses. Just me, just you, and yeah, our babies."

I shivered.


Alyssa Reynolds found herself in a situation, while returning home from work, and she had three choices:

Simply walk away and forget that you ever heard the sound of wailing infants.


Call the police and inform them about the innocent wails.


Follow the sounds of the wails and take the matter in your hands, deciding what to do later.

Being a kindhearted soul and a sucker for babies, she found herself choosing the third option, finding the two little lives.

Two little lives that changed her whole life, her love life included. Her life now revolved around the babies as diapers, vomit and shit seemed to surround her.

Just when she thought that now it's just her and the babies, her whole world flipped over and she found herself living under the same roof as the egotistical, obnoxious and hot-as-hell Terence Powers, the business tycoon who was not going to let the woman fend off for herself and the babies alone.

~ Solaris’ Reign ~

Solaris has reached the end. Her body giving out after her gruesome past and forcing her to accept the future. However, she’s not done yet. There are some last strings tied to her past that she needs to bring together. It brings her home, to the Moon River pack, and to two men she never thought she would see again. However, with their fates intertwined, Solaris needs to pull everyone together before she takes her last breath. To save the lives of everyone she loves but her own. Battling the stigma of rogues, the broken-hearts of her lovers, an old flame, her duties to her kind, and trying to hold on before her final breath is taken.

Harlyn Sage always believed she was an ordinary girl—until the night her world was torn apart. Rejected by her pack during a brutal mating ritual, Harlyn discovers that she is far from ordinary. Born from the forbidden union of a powerful werewolf and a Gaia sorceress, Harlyn is a lupomancer, a being of immense, untapped potential that threatens to upend the delicate balance between werewolves and sorcery.
As Harlyn struggles to understand her newfound powers, she is drawn to the enigmatic Ethan Starrk, a primordial werewolf with a dark secret. Bound by a mysterious bite that has hidden her true nature, Harlyn's connection to Ethan runs deeper than she could ever imagine. But their bond stirs dangerous forces, igniting jealousy in Higan Sinclair, a rival alpha who will stop at nothing to claim what he believes is his.

Kara hated cheaters with a passion and had already declared it a deal breaker in relationships. This is because of her Dad and his mistress breaking her family and also resulting in the death of her mother whom she loved so much.
Everything changes for her when her husband's twin brother arrives in San Diego and comes to live with them for a while. An unexpected turn of events happens because of him and she slowly starts becoming the person she hates the most. What is in store for her? Read to find out about this exciting story!