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It was my second year back in this house.
My name was Evelyn, the biological daughter who got lost in Central Park at seven.
During the ten years I stayed missing, I fed pigs on a remote farm in Eastern Europe. In weather that dropped to dozens below zero, I got beaten for working too slowly.
I did not get brought back until I was seventeen, covered in scars, returned to this so-called “home,” luxurious to the point of being blinding.
To be honest, every time I watched them sit on silk sofas and sip afternoon tea, then thought about the decade I spent crawling through hell, hatred made my teeth ache.
That hatred stood between us and made the house feel like an icebox. We lived under the same roof, yet we were not even as close as strangers.

WARNING: UNCONSENSUAL MATURE SCENES
THIS IS THE MALE VERSION OF 7 NIGHTS WITH MR. BLACK STORY!
Synopsis:
Emara Stone..
The girl whom I genuinely liked.
The girl whom I wanted to give everything.
And the girl who sent me to jail to save her love of life.
Her eyes were the first thing I noticed in her. Deep forest colour with a mixture of sunshine and wood.
Home. That’s what it felt like when I used to look into her eyes and it somewhat enticed my beast.
But now, I want to lit that forest on fire and burn down every tree to ashes which reminds me of her. Everything in me wants to shred her apart piece by piece.
She took everything away from me. My job in Tesla, my reputation as a valedictorian and most importantly, my piece of mind.
And now she is here in my office, interviewing me for my success in this tight pencil skirt that hardly covers her thighs.
Three years ago, she fucked me over and now, it's my turn to fuck her over!
And I mean literally.

The day he proposed, Atticus knelt before me, holding the Hale family's heirloom necklace.
I thought I had finally survived the ordeal.
After eight years of unrequited love, being humiliated by his sister, nitpicked by his mother, and mocked by the city's socialites for being unworthy of the Hales... Until this very moment, when he personally fastened the heirloom around my neck. Everyone saw it. I, Clara, was finally accepted by the Hale family.
Tears in my eyes, I said yes, thinking it was the happiest moment of my life.
But just days after putting on that necklace, bizarre red rashes crawled up my neck. My pale skin rotted away piece by piece, and my internal organs went into irreversible failure.
The most absurd part? The exact same day I started rotting, his dying mother miraculously cured her terminal illness, and his sister's half-destroyed face was restored to flawless perfection.
Disfigured and barely looking human, I threw myself off the Harbour Bridge—
I opened my eyes, and I was back on the day of the proposal.

In a sleek design world split between polished appearances and buried cruelty, Mara Ellison has spent years trapped behind a voice no one wanted to hear. While her family rewrites her illness and her fiancé speaks over her in the name of love, stolen records, public humiliation, and old betrayals force her to reclaim her life. Quiet but cutting, this is a story of emotional abuse, identity theft, and hard-won selfhood—framed by rain-soaked streets, hospital corridors, cold glass conference rooms, and a woman finally stepping into the light with her own voice.

The day college decisions came out, my parents bought my twin sister a Porsche.
It was my eighteenth birthday too. Nobody brought it up. I stood in the doorway in my diner uniform while the whole room sang her name.
That night the four of them went out to dinner to celebrate her. The car only sat four, so my father handed me a hundred dollars and told me to order myself something at home.
Four days later, six thousand four hundred dollars vanished from my account. Two years of washing dishes, gone to her sorority dues. My mother's name was on the account, so it wasn't even illegal.
I didn't scream and I didn't beg. I went upstairs and clicked Accept on the full ride to MIT that had been sitting in my inbox for three days.
Nobody in that house ever wanted me. So I booked a one-way ticket, cut myself out of the family photo, and left my key on the shoe rack.
I wasn't coming back. Not for graduation. Not for any of them.

Five years into living with my stepbrother Gideon, the scholarship girl he sponsored moved into our house.
To repay his "generosity," she made a habit of slipping into his bed at night. By day, she took it upon herself to "fix" my antisocial, withdrawn personality.
Three days before St. George Prep's graduation ceremony, she brought me a glass of juice wearing that nauseating sugar-sweet smile.
"You know, Charlotte, your peanut allergy is probably psychosomatic. You just need some exposure therapy. Let me help you get over it."
That night, my throat closed completely. She'd deliberately laced my drink with concentrated peanut extract.
I convulsed on the cold hardwood floor, vision tunneling as oxygen fled my lungs.
In the last second before darkness swallowed me whole, I clawed desperately toward the half-open door.
Standing in the hallway were my boyfriend Dylan and my stepbrother Gideon.
They simply watched me suffocate. Then Gideon calmly reached out and shut the door.
I died from anaphylactic shock.
Three months later, as a ghost tethered to this world, I watched her stride onto Stanford's campus. Wearing my clothes. Carrying my acceptance letter. Burning through my trust fund.
Through the crowd, I saw Gideon—my ice-cold, unreachable stepbrother—gently cradle her face and press his lips to hers.
Then I gasped awake.
I was back. Three days before graduation.

“Dad… please… help me…” I pleaded, my shattered ribs piercing my lungs, blood soaking the stretcher.
But Richard, the hospital's top surgeon and my biological father, didn't even glance at me. Instead, he rushed to the next bed.
“Don't be afraid, Chloe. I'm here,” he cooed to his stepdaughter, who merely had a tiny scratch on her arm. “Get the best equipment over here now!” he roared.
As the heart monitor flatlined and my soul left my broken body, I realized the chilling truth: in the choice between life and death, my father gladly let me die.

"I'll have her in my bed before prom."
That's what my "perfect boyfriend" wrote about me, in a group chat with his best friend — betting on me like I was some kind of prize, with his friend's ridiculously expensive vintage Porsche on the line.
Me, the nobody scholarship girl, somehow ending up with the most popular playboy in school? I actually thought it was fate. I thought it was my fairy tale.
Turns out, I was just the trophy they were fighting over the whole damn time.
So if you boys want to treat my heart like it's just some stupid bet, fine. Let's play this game to the very end.
At prom, I'll make sure they know it: they picked the wrong girl to mess with.

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

Accidental Pups×Contract Marriage × Multiple Identity × Drama × Vengeance & Betrayal × One-Night Stand × Billionaire/CEO × Brave Heroine × True & Fake Heiress

Warning: This is a slow-burn romance. The love story develops gradually through trust, healing, family, and shared secrets.

“He doesn’t trust anyone.”

“I know.”

“Then why does he trust you?”

I don’t have an answer.

I only know that when I found little Cassian bound and abandoned, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t know then that he was the son of Alistair Voss—the cold, powerful billionaire who trusted no one.

But Cassian trusted me.

And that changed everything.

When Alistair asks me to stay for his son, I refuse. Until he makes an even more shocking offer: marriage.

What begins as an arranged marriage slowly becomes something neither of us expected. Beneath the same roof, Cassian becomes the family I never knew I needed, while Alistair begins to see the woman behind my guarded heart.

But I didn’t return to Verona simply for a new life.

Five years ago, I lost my memory. My identity was stolen. Someone betrayed me, and someone wanted me gone.

Now the past is catching up with us.

And when it finally does, I may discover that Cassian chose me for a reason no one ever expected.

Some loves take time. Some truths take even longer to uncover.

The best deal I ever made in my life was selling my blood to a vampire.

I was a broke, permanently starving werewolf who needed ten times the food a normal person did just to feel full.

Evan was a vampire heir with a blood allergy, the kind where the smell alone made him sick and dizzy. Somehow his life was worse than mine.

Except my blood didn't trigger it. He never reacted to me.

So he pulled out his card. "I'll keep you fed. You let me feed off you."

This wasn't a vampire. This was a walking meal ticket.

For the next three years, he was the perfect meal buddy. Five meals a day, and he never once complained. Once I finished and let out a satisfied burp, it was his turn, just a small sip, nothing more.

Then, the year we graduated, he got a call from his family. He had to fly back to Europe that same night.

Before he left, I figured I'd thank him for three years of generosity. I pulled my collar aside.

"Go ahead, take more this time. Consider it a going-away present."

He hesitated, then leaned in.

But this time, once his teeth were in, he couldn't stop.

By the time he pulled back, horrified at himself, I already had a hand pressed to my neck, and everything went dark.

The car crash six months ago destroyed my body. I survive the agony only through the painkillers prescribed by my brother, Fletcher.
While shopping for my wedding dress, I simply swallowed a pill on schedule. My mother responded with a slap that made me spit blood. My father stormed in and kicked my ribs in without asking a single question.
I fled crying to my brother, only for him to grab me in disgust: "You are a disgrace to this family."
I called my fiancé. He rushed to the scene, took one look at the pill, and called the cops without hesitation: "The engagement is off. She makes me sick."
In just a few hours, I went from a bride-to-be to a death row inmate.
But as the gavel fell, I saw our family maid calmly swallow the exact same pill from the gallery…
I lunged at the railing, screaming at the judge. He leaned down, a chilling smile spreading across his face: "Linnea, this is all because…"

For six years, I sold my body to underground clinics as a human lab rat to cure my son's heart failure and pay off my husband's debts.

Today, my biological brother kicked away the medicine I bought with half my life.

"Lucas was never sick. We faked the medical records to teach you a lesson for upsetting Virginia."

My husband coldly chimed in:

"I never went bankrupt either."

Even the son I bled to birth stabbed my arm, screaming, "A bloody monster like you doesn't deserve to be my mom!"

I finally realized my entire life was a meticulously crafted scam.

With my organs rapidly failing and only ten days left to live, I stepped onto the edge of the balcony.

"You're right," I smiled at my husband and brother, watching the color completely drain from their faces. "Six years of my life isn't enough to apologize to her."

"So I'll pay you with my corpse."

My fiancée's father called me a stray dog, worse than trash.
My rival forced me to crawl between his legs and trampled me into the mud.
They all thought I was just a piece of trash to be trampled on at will.
But they didn't know that I endured humiliation and hardship for a shocking secret order.

James Johnson bought me from the black market for five million.
I went from being a mercenary to his bodyguard, and also his plaything to satisfy his desires.
Countless intimate nights gradually changed the nature of our relationship.
Until he risked his life to save me during a gang shootout.
His restrained feelings finally broke free, and he proposed to me.
But today, five years later.
Right after James took control of the Johnson Family, he quickly got engaged to Julia, the daughter of the Smith Family, the biggest arms dealer.
I confronted him, only to overhear his conversation with a friend.
"I told Sophia I'd marry her just to make her give everything for me, even die for me. After all, those brothers fighting me for the inheritance are all crazy."
His friend laughed. "But she's risked her life for you for six years. That's pretty cold."
"Doesn't matter. With her background, she was never fit to be a mafia heir's wife anyway."
I stood outside the door and let out a bitter laugh.
Back in my room, I contacted Marshall Johnson.
"I promised to keep James safe until he became head of the Johnson Family. The mission's complete now. Please give me my freedom as agreed."

BLURB

She is the nerd nobody cares about.

He is the hockey team captain and the popular guy on campus.

She's always an object of ridicule.

He is always there to save her.

He is her enemy.

She is the one girl that is able to catch his attention.

Their worlds couldn't have been more different.

Everything goes down the drain when Skylar falls in love with the one boy she is supposed to guard her heart around.

And even messier when the one person she hates the most in school not only stands up for her but kisses her as though his life depends on it.

What starts out as a contract becomes too real to be true, especially when she finds out her perfect golden boy is not just good on ice but rides his bike like he was born with the brakes.

A biker gang prince, a nerd guru, and secrets that come crashing down on them.

Their love gets forbiddenly sweeter when the biker prince finds out that everything Skylar has suffered is traced back to his bloodline.

Alex has never known peace. Between a sick younger brother, parents whose love curdled into daily war, and a cheating ex who turned violent, she learned early that survival means never trusting too deeply and never hoping too much.
When one night of terror drives her into the path of three dangerous men who look like sin sculpted in flesh, her world shifts in ways she never could have imagined.
Reed, Rhett, and Rhys.
Three brothers with eyes like night and a power that hums in the air around them. They rule Denver's underground, their names whispered with equal parts reverence and fear.
Until Alex collides with their world.
What should have ended in disaster becomes something far worse. When her family is forced to relocate for her grandfather's funeral, Alex uncovers the unthinkable truth. The same three men who saved her, the ones who etched fear and forbidden desire into her mind, are her step-uncles.
Now she is trapped inside their mansion, surrounded by luxury that feels more like a cage than a refuge. The house is thick with tension. Reed's gaze is sharp and challenging. Rhys's words brush too close to danger. Rhett's quiet attention carries a weight she does not want to examine too closely.
They are older, powerful, and each of them carries a darkness that draws her in despite everything she knows she should resist.
Beneath the cold marble walls and glittering wealth lie secrets her father refuses to explain. Secrets about why he left this family years ago and what kind of empire his half-brothers truly built.
The Alcatraz brothers are not just men. They are predators in tailored suits, bound by blood and sin, ruling the underworld and loyal only to each other.

“You’re dripping,” he groaned. “You hear that? You’re making a mess all over me.”


He's the school's willful billionaire bad boy— hot, tall, handsome who made her fall and loosen herself for him just to find out it was all a lie.

A bet.

Well, two can dance a tango, right?

A comeback is all she needs. One that would make the so-called dangerous bad boy fall to his knees.

It wasn't just a game to him.

What if there's something more…

A facade he's hiding behind?

WARNING: Contains strong vulgar languages, sexual scenes, erotic contents, triggering situations, and lots more.

Everything she believed in was a lie.
Keira and Alden were Chosen Mates who built the powerful Stormfang Pack together—until she discovered their Mate Bond was a witch's illusion, and the child she raised was actually his with his true Fated Mate, the Omega Rena.
Broken and ready to leave, a secret letter reveals she is the long-lost daughter of Mooncrest Pack's Alpha, the sole heir to a legacy she never knew.
As her dormant Alpha blood awakens in rage, she vows to reclaim her birthright.
But when Kaelan, the cold and calculating Alpha King, approaches her and claims, "You are my Fated Mate," Keira is thrown into deeper confusion.
Why would he say that? And in a world built on deception, can a bond that begins as strategy ever become real… or is it just another layer of the game?

"Do you enjoy this? Ignoring me like I don't exist? Do you have any idea how humiliating this feels, waiting for you like some fool?" After three years of a cold, loveless marriage, Selene Henderson finally gathers the courage to walk away from her distant billionaire husband, Sebastian Kingsley.
She's ready to file for divorce... until a tragic accident changes everything. When Sebastian wakes up with no memory of the woman he once pushed away, Selene finds herself trapped in a marriage she was desperate to escape—this time with a man who suddenly looks at her like she's his whole world.
But can love born from broken memories survive the truth of their painful past? Or will the secrets she's been hiding destroy them all over again?
"Are you always this shy around your own husband, wife?" his voice dropped into a low, dangerous growl, his hands anchoring me against the wall.
"We didn't... we didn't use to do this," I gasped, trying to look away from his piercing gaze.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my lips. "Then your body has a better memory than my brain. Because right now, it's telling me you belong exactly right here."

Caroline Mercer once believed kindness could be proven by sacrifice. She took in two orphaned children, gave them schools, doctors, tutors, rooms beside her daughter's nursery, and a path into the Mercer name.

Years later, those children returned as witnesses against her. Sloane Vale smiled for the cameras while calling Caroline a monster. Nolan Vale handed federal investigators a beautiful stack of forged evidence. Caroline's husband was broken, her company was seized, and her only daughter, Evelyn, died after being traded into a marriage meant to protect everyone else's reputation.

Then Caroline opened her eyes on the morning the Vale children first arrived at her door.

This time, she would feed them. She would house them. She would educate them. She would keep every receipt, every doctor's report, every legal notice.

But she would never again give strangers the keys to her child's future.

"Sloane, where there's smoke, there's fire. If you're really clean, why is it only burning you?"
In my last life, when those fabricated hotel records went viral on the company Slack, I scrambled to explain. I cried. I begged.
What I got was a suspension, a blacklist, and a foster mother who died on a hospital bed because I could no longer pay for her meds.
The person who started it all? Walked right over my corpse into a partnership.
Then I opened my eyes—and I was back. Three days before the promotion list dropped.
I stared at the pixelated "explicit screenshot" on my screen, and I didn't cry. Didn't rage.
I just smiled and hit screen record.
This time, I'm not proving I'm clean.
I'm proving they're guilty.

In bed, he gripped my hips, whispering, "Principessa." In public, he was Cosimo—the ruthless mafia don who dismissed me with an icy, "Piccola."
For three years after he bought me, he never touched me. But a year ago, when Caterina returned, everything changed. He became a man possessed, tearing my dresses to shreds in the dead of night, claiming me with wild fury. He even promised to marry me in seven days.
On a storm-drenched afternoon, clutching my positive pregnancy test, I rushed to his private club to surprise him.
But as my hand touched the doorknob, Cosimo’s cold warning drifted through the door.
"Marcellino, know your place as a double. My things—especially Serenella—are strictly off-limits."
My blood ran cold. I peeked through the gap.
Cosimo sat on the sofa, completely indifferent. And by the pool table stood a man with a face identical to his.

To help his life-saving benefactor, he personally pressed a pregnant me on the operating table to draw bone marrow.
I cried and begged him, "James, I'm pregnant. It's your child. Don't do this to me..."
But he had a look of disgust in his eyes. "Elizabeth, you'd lie about something like that just to get out of helping Mandy?"
Until there was a river of blood in the operating room and that unformed child turned into a pool of bloody water, he finally panicked.
Later, when he knew that the person who saved him in the fire ten years ago was actually me, he held my ashes and knelt outside the operating room for a full three days.

Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she’s desperate to find her footing.
"You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs
"Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving."
Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?"
With Rolex’s teasing smirk and Sean’s quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn’t know where to turn—or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should.
Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire?
One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
(STEPSERIES PART 1- STEPBROTHER'S PUNISHES ME EVERYNGHT)
(STEPSERIES PART 2- STEPUNCLES' ALPHAS PUNISH ME EVERYNIGHT)

WARNING: This book is dark, steamy, and meant for mature readers. Proceed only if you're ready to surrender.
I came for the summer.
To relax. To spend time with my best friend.
Not to get tangled up with her father.
But the moment Alpha Damon looked at me, I wasn't just a guest anymore.
I was his.
To ruin.
To take.
To claim.
Now my throat is sore, my legs are weak, and I can still feel him deep inside me—while my best friend sleeps just down the hall.
He doesn't care if she hears.
He wants her to.
Because I'm not just his craving.
I'm his omega.
His obsession.
His filthy secret he's done hiding.
I came innocent.
I'm leaving marked.
And if I could do it all over again?
I'd beg him to break me the same way.

When I was in excruciating pain from cancer, my husband gave the last box of painkillers to his pregnant mistress.

I’m Elena. My mother died when I was 10. After that, my dad married my mom’s friend, who was his secretary too.
And now I’m lying on her son’s arm. I never thought he would do it with me. Paul was on me while I was staring out the window of the car. He was quietly sleeping. I was stroking his hair and singing a song that had previously been recited by Mom. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up slowly.
It was going to be dawn soon. I put my voice down. He was still clutching me tightly in his sleep. I attempted to loosen his grip.
In anguish, I closed my eyes. My lower back and lower body were in excruciating pain. I gently put his head on the seat and smiled at him. I softly called his name, “Paul.”
“You know how much I love you."
“But now it’s irrelevant to me,” I said as I stroked his hair.
“Are you sure you love me?”
“Then you gave me the ability to hurt you, too.”
I kissed him on the lips right after saying. I got out of the car after giving him my farewell kiss. I didn’t feel any pain. The wound on my back had already turned black and crimson. I made my way to my room.
**
Paul Wilson is a boy with paranoid disorder who falls in love with Elena D'souza, who was his childhood friend. But it appears that their fates do not have to be tied together. For various reasons, they begin to break apart. She despises him more than anything else, but Paul desires complete possession of her. Because of his nature, he hurts her, but if someone else harms her, he doesn't hesitate to hurt them as well.

Can his paranoid love overcome the barriers and unite them? Can Elena change him for the better?

Kieran Byrne, Alpha of his werewolf pack, avoids humans at all costs. That changes when Sienna Hart walks into his club. She is reckless, wears silver jewelry that is deadly to werewolves, and smells like trouble from the moment he sees her.
An anthropology student obsessed with werewolves, Sienna has spent years researching Kieran's pack. But her investigation uncovers something far more dangerous than she expected: a dark secret tied to the truth her mother died protecting. Now, a shadowy organization known as The Architects has turned its attention to her.
One night at Kieran's club changes everything. His wolf claims her with a single word: Mine.
A claiming bite should kill a human, but his wolf refuses to let her die.
Suddenly, Sienna is caught in a world of pack politics, deadly conspiracies, and a forbidden bond that threatens to destroy them both. As a mysterious power awakens inside her, she must choose whether to run from the dangerous Alpha who wants her or embrace a destiny she never knew was hers.
A steamy paranormal romance filled with obsession, secrets, high stakes, and a possessive Alpha who will do anything to protect his mate.

Ivy is a beautiful college girl, everyone wants to touch at least once. Her seduction is enough to pique a boy's desire. She dates a lot of boys, then one day, her uncle appears.
"Uncle, I have a question for you," I said aggressively as I approached him. He responded, "yes, Ivy," without looking at me. He always ignores me in this manner. He considers me to be that little girl. "Uncle, are you gay?" I asked hastily. I think he is. That's why he keeps himself away from me.
"What?" He said, his eyes widening as he heard me.
He asked, "What did you say?" 
"If you aren't, why can't you love me back?" I enticingly asked.

In the dark of night, when the whole world is covered by the shadows, Pennelope Casey finds herself caught up with the man she's always dreamed of. He's got this magnetic charm, this irresistible allure, and what started as a chance encounter without any formal introductions has now transformed into a year and a half of pure bliss. It might be a bit strange that he only shows up in her b*d at night, but Penn is convinced that he's the perfect fit for her, and she can't bring herself to push him away.

Ace Romano possesses a deep understanding of Penn that surpasses her wildest expectations. She's undeniably gorgeous, fiercely independent, and cautious when it comes to opening up to others. However, Ace, or that's what they call him, struggles with his own inner demons, hindering him from forming meaningful connections with people. Yet, when Penn unintentionally becomes entangled in the dangerous underbelly of Denver, Ace's protective instincts kick in with full force. The real challenge arises when Penn witnesses Ace's commanding alpha demeanor in the broad daylight, causing her to question if he's still the person she believed him to be.

Jothea Alvandra once had a secret relationship with her professor. But when Marcus University uncovered their forbidden affair, the professor was immediately dismissed. Heartbroken and resentful, Jothea lost the only man she had ever loved—and he vanished without a trace.

While desperately searching for him, she meets the new sub-professor for their calculus class, Professor Ismael Mondalla. Still haunted by the past, Jothea has no interest in the subject—or in him. Yet, fate seems determined to intertwine their lives.

Always arriving late and testing his patience, Jothea never expected their constant clashes to evolve into something deeper. As they begin to uncover each other's hidden stories, secrets from the past resurface—revealing a connection she never saw coming.

Will Jothea risk falling into the same trap twice, or will love mean something entirely different this time around?

"What does love mean? I'll make you feel it the next time you try to slap me."

Joana Henshaw believed she had found true love, but when her husband, Clinton Gates, suddenly became cold, her entire world fell apart. Clinton, who had once shown her affection, now viewed her as merely a business deal and blamed her for his twin sister's untimely death. Joana put up with his hatred for three years in the hopes of rekindling their love. Clinton's thoughtless delivery of her divorce papers, however, was the last straw. Joana chose to leave the Gates family's wealth and prestige behind when all of her requests were ignored. She was carrying a small secret in her womb, but no one knew. She reappeared as a well-known designer years later. Everyone wanted it, and Clinton was no different. Clinton Gates, however, never anticipated missing Joana, but his suspicions increased as her absence became intolerable. Why did he think about her all the time? Why did she appear unaffected by their split? And why did he feel that he had made a grave error in spite of everything?

Never ever make a promise you cannot keep
Everyone should know that, including Alpha Romero, Eclipse Howl's most beloved future leader.
We were just pups when I saved his life. He assured me that one day he would make me his Luna, to love me unconditionally
My faith in him is steadfast
Patiently I await our coming of age, the moment when he must act on his word
In the meantime, I make sure all my rivals know whom they're dealing with
They’d better know who I am, the girl waiting in the dark, the promised Luna of the Eclipse Howl Pack…

Today you will obey me unquestioningly," he said, his voice a deep baritone. He met my eyes with steely orbs of his own, and I swallowed and nodded. I felt a flutter in my stomach: Nerves. It was... exciting.

"Off the bed," he told me, and he pointed at the lip of the raised platform that extended a meter out from the edge of the bed. "And on your hands and knees."

I blinked, parsing the instructions for a moment, before doing as he said. I got off the bed and lowered myself onto all fours. He beckoned me with a finger, then, and I crawled to him. Once at his feet, tantalizingly close to his crotch, he bent down and ran a warm finger up my spine, making me squirm.

"Head up."

I put my head up.

"Neck back."

I put my neck back.

He fastened the collar onto me. I felt the cool metal of the hinge on my neck. "I won't try to run away," I told him. He fixed hard eyes on me, and I realized that I was not to speak. She could, however, see his arousal beginning to stir. The shape of his hardening manhood could be seen clearly through his thin slacks.

Damian dropped to his knees, then. He looked at me and held up my chin so my eyes met him. "I know you won't run away," he whispered. "You can't. But I like to see you like this, Emma."


Emma needs some money to pay for her studies, and as it shows, she has no one to turn to but herself only. So, she finds herself in a club where she has to get a stripper job in order to feed and pay for school, and there, she meets with Damian who won't only be her boss, but also her "Daddy".

Annie Fisher is an awkward teenage girl who was bullied her whole life because of her nerdy looking glasses and awkward personality. She thought once she starts high school, people will finally leave her alone

But she was wrong as she caught the eye of none other than Evan Green who decided to bully her into making his errand girl. Will she ever escape him? Or is Evan going to ruin her entire high school experience?

“Now tell me who you belong to?” Rael rasped, our breaths mingling together. Fuck! He was my sister's fiancé, yet here he was, fucking me like he owned me.

The feeling of being on the bed of the man she plans on marrying next month brought a sense of accomplishment to my being.

“I'm yours, Rael. Fuck! I'm yours!” I almost screamed with another hard jab of his waist.

“Wrong answer.” he muttered, pulling out of me just as I'd almost reached my peak. Fuck!

...

After being reborn, I was out to get revenge on my family. And the first step was possessing the man my sister loved.

"Move!"
"Ouch!" She glared at me. "Must you act this way towards me even if you and Katherine are in a relationship, can't you at least act friendly with me?"
"Relationship?" I scoffed. "Don't delude yourself!"
"I saw you both."
I smirked and grabbed her hands. "Who was kissing Hinn today?" Her eyes dilated, I was sure she was not expecting me to see that. "You belong to me and no one else!"

Robin Heisten a handsome man that grabs a lot of attention wherever he goes but was known as a cold person with no feelings, his past has been a mess but just crossing path with a girl he met once had been the only warm memory he has left in his heart.

But what happens when he finally saw her but discovered she has feelings for someone else?
Would he let the only lady that warms his heart go?

Ellie has always felt like an outsider, drowning in loneliness and losing herself to grief, as she watches her mother battle a terminal illness and her father drift further away. She has never felt more alone—until the night she meets him.

Liam—a handsome stranger with eyes that hold centuries of pain. From the moment their paths cross, Ellie feels an unexplainable pull toward him, as if they have met in another life, in another time.

Liam is no ordinary boy—he is a vampire, cursed to wander the earth in search of vengeance against the monster who stole his family. He has lived lifetimes in solitude, believing love was something only mortals could afford, a luxury he would never know again.

But Ellie awakens something in him—something beyond bloodlust, beyond fate itself. She makes him feel human again. She makes him want to stay.

Their love is intoxicating, desperate, and doomed, a love neither of them fully understands. His warmth and touch, she always yearned for, her kisses and caresses always brought relieve to him.

But as Liam’s enemies close in and Ellie’s fragile world crumbles, they are forced to confront the cruel truth: their time is running out. Loving Liam means risking everything—her soul, her mortality, and the thin thread of life she has left to hold onto.

But some loves are worth dying for.

And some are worth living for, even in the darkness.

When the final battle comes, will fate tear them apart, or will love rewrite destiny itself?

Iris Young never expected her wedding day to turn into a nightmare.
But when she walked in on her fiance cheating, her world shattered, and something inside her changed forever.

"Is lying the only skill you have left? Don't play dead until you actually land in a coffin!"

That was what my billionaire brother roared as he crumpled my stage-four cancer diagnosis and threw it at my face.

To him, I was a spoiled brat who needed a brutal reality check. He engineered a fake DNA test, gave my identity to a manipulative orphan, and watched me get dragged to a disciplinary camp.

Now, he offers me an arrogant ultimatum: Stay quiet and wait half a month, and he’ll graciously allow me to come home.

I clutched my agonizing stomach and laughed until I cried.

Wait half a month?
I can't even guarantee I'll wake up tomorrow.
But I can't wait to see his face when he finally decides to forgive me, only to realize I've already been dead for two weeks.

He once saw her as nothing but a cheap plaything. Four years of closeness was nothing more than “practice before marriage.”
Cast out on a snowy night, publicly humiliated, her career destroyed… She licked her wounds in silence and dialed her family’s satellite phone.
When they met again, she was the largest shareholder of the Corporation. He was forced to bend his pride and call her “Auntie” in a trembling voice.
You took away all my dignity once. Now I make you too low to reach me.

I died once.

In my last life, someone posted my photo on the company's anonymous forum, claiming I slept my way to the top.

The comment section exploded.

Colleagues whispered behind my back and pointed fingers.

A blurry video convinced everyone the woman in it was me.

I explained. I cried. I begged.

No one believed me.

The company forced me out. My parents kicked me out.

I walked to my death, condemned by everyone.

Then I opened my eyes.

Everything went back to the beginning.

The same post, the same accusation, the same man swearing in the comments he'd seen it all himself.

This time, I'm getting my revenge.