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Ashara was once a goddess… until she was betrayed. Her betrayers destroyed her divine body, and cursed her to survive by stealing the bodies of others.
Now hunted across kingdoms as a demon, Ashara lives only for revenge before her crumbling existence finally destroys what remains of her soul.
Riven Alaric, a legendary half-demon exorcist, has spent his life hunting monsters. But when the mysterious demon he captures refuses to be sealed by his sacred amulet, obsession begins to replace hatred—and the more he hunts her, the more dangerously drawn to her he becomes.
Then there is Valerius Dorian, an ancient vampire lord who has spent centuries longing for death… until Ashara awakens his dead heart and binds him to her as his eternal bride.
Caught between a monster hunter who should destroy her and a deathless vampire who refuses to let her go, Ashara finds herself trapped in a deadly game of desire, obsession, and immortality.
And as ancient secrets rise from the shadows, one truth becomes terrifyingly clear:
The gods who once betrayed her are no longer done hunting her.

[Divorce + Empowered Female Lead + Hidden Identity + Regretful Ex]
After the divorce, Alexander Brooks regretted it so much he could barely stand it!
How did his formerly dull and uninteresting ex-wife unexpectedly become so impressive?
The nation's top actor treats her like his sister, powerful elites can't stop thinking about her, and rising tech stars call her their mentor...
Not only that, but the miracle doctor, top-tier hacker, and world-class pianist he'd spent years searching for?
All her.
Alexander rekindles his determination and embarks on the long road to win back his ex-wife.
To his relentless persistence, Eira Johnson responds:
Him? Too broke for me. Not my type anymore.

Sophie, a mother of one who had gotten pregnant and was abandoned by her lover Ryan. She gets back on her feet and is determined to work hard for a better life for her daughter.Fate plays it tricks as she meets a billionaire who she had met when her Ex lover Ryan dumped her. Her daughter Selena brings him home in a plot to get her married to a man.Sophie however recognizes him as the stranger from many nights ago.
She felt he took advantage of her vulnerability and agrees to marry him as he proposes marriage to her and she plots to take her revenge. But that was not the case. How can this misunderstanding be resolved?Her ex returns to make amends and wants to reunite with his new found family. What does fate have in stock for them?Will Sophie agree to go back or be with the man she thought took advantage of her. Watch out as it unfolds......

When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Enemies make the best lovers...

Evelyn Rodriguez needs to find who murdered her sister. But her only suspect is sexy as hell and every kind of wrong. Suddenly Evelyn's not sure if it's determination that's got her pulse racing–or something altogether less appropriate. Worse of all, she has to live under the same roof with him.

Supernova Jason Lyndon, burnt by experience and casual flings is torn between taking the offer of the man he despises the most or the woman that annoys him the most. Either way, he wasn't about to go to jail for something he didn't do. He realized too late chosing Evelyn's offer was a terrible idea. She didn't only arouse all his sexual antennas but started pulling down the firm wall– he's spent years building– around his heart.

CRIME. SUSPENSE. ROMANCE.

When my husband handed the project I bled for to his "depressed" childhood sweetheart, he told me to be mature. "You're my wife. You shouldn't care about the credit."

So, when I was in the hospital miscarrying our baby while he threw her a party, I didn't cry. When she posted selfies wearing my anniversary necklace, I didn't scream.

Julian thought he had finally broken me into the perfect, obedient housewife. He truly believed I was nothing without him.

What a pathetic joke.

He had no idea his entire "business empire" was secretly kept alive by my family's trust fund.

He certainly didn't know the "mundane paperwork" he blindly signed this morning was my resignation—and our divorce agreement.

"Fuck a whale like that? Dude, I'd need a goddamn forklift to dig through the rolls and find the hole. You could pay me a thousand bucks and I still wouldn't touch it. This isn't a date—this is a fear factor challenge."
Three months ago, those words boomed through the speakers at the frat party, filling every corner of the house.
That night, I was the joke. The fattest pig in their twisted little hunting game.
Three months later, I'm at the podium running for student body president. My waist dropped from 38 inches to 24, and this custom suit fits like a weapon.
Down below, the same people who laughed are staring up at me now. And that asshole who needed the forklift? He's face-down in the dirt like a kicked dog, waiting for me to end him.
My name is Leona. This isn't some crying fat girl's diary anymore. This is how I crushed every bastard who ever stepped on me—and clawed my way to the crown with blood and sweat.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

Zorah Esposito has spent her entire life devoted to her faith, under the strict guidance of her uncle, a judgmental priest. Barely able to breathe without his condescension Zorah is horrified when her uncle surprises her by announcing she's arranged to be married. Learning her betrothed is a playboy mafioso with no morals she immediately feels trapped and betrayed and her faith shaken.
Never one to shy away from anything wicked, Icaro Lucchesi takes immense pleasure in making his new bride blush. Every sordid thought the man can dream up, he's done at least once in his life but now he wants to do it all with her.
Zorah on the other hand has a surprise for her new husband. She hadn't saved herself her entire life only to give it up to a man she didn't know, let alone love. If he wants her, he's going to earn it. She may have spent the bulk of her life on her knees praying, but Zorah wants Icaro on his, begging.
Zorah finds herself embroiled in a whole new world of crime, violence and sex, sometimes all at once. Icaro hasn't been a good man since conception but for her, for his blushing bride, he is desperate to try.
Can Zorah learn to love the whole man of Icaro Lucchesi or will his darkness push her to run like the devil himself is chasing?

“What do you think people would say if they found out you don’t have a dick?” Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. “Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you’ve been hiding so well?”
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Which do you think they’d call you?” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “A boy with tits… or a dickless little fraud?”
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
“The term you’re looking for is ‘girl,’” came Xavier’s smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. “So tell me, little girl… what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?”
Christian’s smirk widened. “She wants to be devoured by boys like us.” His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. “And I’m more than happy to give her a taste.”

Five years ago, my sister vanished the night before her wedding. She left behind a crying newborn in a crib and a mafia heir on the verge of losing control.

And I was forced into her place—the temporary bride, the contract wife, the whispered “replacement” in every gilded hallway.

I thought I only had to survive five years. Five years to earn what I was promised, and then walk away from this city of shadows and blood.

I clawed my way through bullets, politics, and betrayal. I earned respect. I gained power.
And somehow... I tasted a tenderness I was never meant to have.

Now, with only ten days left on our marriage contract, I thought everything was finally under control. I thought freedom and power were within reach.

Until she came back—wrapped in grace, dripping secrets, smiling as if she owned the world she abandoned.

She looked at me and said, “Little sister, give me back my life.”

She just wanted to start over.

After a childhood marked by trauma and invisible scars, Isabella Monteiro decided to live in silence, hiding her pain behind a charming smile.

But fate has never been kind.

Caught between two completely opposite worlds, Isabella finds herself at the center of a war for her heart.

On one side, Alexander Carter, the perfect CEO—sophisticated, polite, a man who seems to have stepped out of a dream. He protects her, respects her, and awakens in her the feeling of finally being safe.

On the other, Dante Navarro, a dangerous drug dealer with a gaze that can burn to the soul. Brutal, intense, and with an obsession that can destroy her... or free her.

Between Alexander's heaven and Dante's shadows, Isabella will discover that love can be her salvation... or her ruin.

When Carol Bennett caught her long-time boyfriend cheating, she didn't cry or beg. Instead, she exposed the scandal online, turning him into a viral disgrace overnight. Then, without looking back, she agreed to a marriage of convenience with Ethan Mitchell, a powerful billionaire suffering from a terminal illness—her estranged father's carefully arranged match.
On their wedding night, Ethan handed her a cold-hearted prenup and warned her not to expect love, money, or a future. Fine by Carol. She played her role perfectly, calling him "husband" with a sweet smile while keeping her heart locked away.
But the aloof CEO who once wanted nothing to do with her is now the one chasing her. One kiss, one glance, and suddenly he's breaking his own rules.
"Carol, kiss me."
She smirks, her fingers trailing along his collarbone. "Falling for me already, Mr. CEO? Looks like you're the one breaking the contract."
Who would've thought the dying billionaire would end up begging for a second chance?

She loved him with all her heart; she gave up everything for him; she left her uncle's company, which she was supposed to inherit after her studies; she became a housewife; all these things in order to please him; but what did she get in return? A divorce paper was thrown right at her face the same day she gave birth, and as if that wasn't enough, he confiscated her child, sending her away with nothing. Five years later, he regrets his actions and wants her back, but it's already too late. The lady he divorced five years ago is not the same again; she's now one of the richest billionaires in the country, and now all she wants is to make the man who hurt her pay, make him lose everything he had worked so hard for, and at last reclaim her son. Will she succeed in her revenge mission, or will she end up falling for him again?

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.

When he found out I’d injured my leg and couldn't scrub in to deliver the billionaire's baby tomorrow, my boyfriend’s first reaction wasn't concern. He gritted his teeth and snapped, "Hannah, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why today of all days? Are you really throwing away your entire career just to spite me?!"
I didn't argue. I just stared at the medical chart labeled Eleanor Whitlock, my fingers trembling.
In my past life, I took this assignment. I was drugged and locked in a supply closet. A few hours later, the mother and baby were dead—and the security footage showed a nurse with my face poisoning them. I died in a damp prison cell, branded a murderer.
Reborn into this life, I just wanted to escape this fatal trap.
But somehow, the security cameras had once again captured "me" walking into that delivery room.

"The sooner I leave, the sooner I will return to execute judgment on those who have hurt me and also to take back what is mine," I said to my uncle with a firm and determined tone.
She loved him with all her heart; she gave up everything for him; she left her uncle's company, which she was supposed to inherit after her studies; she became a housewife; all these things in order to please him; but what did she get in return?
A divorce paper was thrown right at her face the same day she gave birth, and as if that wasn't enough, he confiscated her child, sending her away with nothing.
Five years later, he regrets his actions and wants her back, but it's already too late. The lady he divorced five years ago is not the same again; she's now one of the richest billionaires in the country, and now all she wants is to make the man who hurt her pay, make him lose everything he had worked so hard for, and at last reclaim her son.
Will she succeed in her revenge mission, or will she end up falling for him again?

On the way to the hospital to deliver my baby, rain was coming down in sheets.
Suddenly, my husband slammed on the brakes. He'd spotted his ex-girlfriend standing in the downpour with her child.
"She's struggling as a single mom. I'm just going to help her carry those groceries upstairs. Ten minutes, tops."
Clutching my belly through the contractions, I begged him, "But I'm about to give birth. I'm in so much pain."
He just locked the car doors with a click, his voice sharp with annoyance.
"Sarah, can you try to be a little more empathetic? She's soaking wet."
In those ten minutes, my water broke. Desperate to survive, blood on my hands, I crawled out through the back hatch.
While I was fighting for my life in the ER—
His ex posted a snapshot.
In the video, my husband was gently toweling off her hair. The caption read:
[So glad you're here.]

On my mating day with Alpha Frank, rogue werewolves attacked. Without hesitation, he pushed me aside to protect his cousin and fled. I was brutally assaulted by the rogues in front of all the guests, with my womb torn and body burned.

My brother carried me to safety and pleaded for help. In a semi - conscious state, I overheard him and Alpha Frank.

I learned that Frank had arranged the attack so he could make Irina his true mate.

All my suffering was just a means to clear the way for her.

My husband’s long-lost true love returns to our pack celebration—and she’s my twin sister.
For three years, I’ve been the unwanted replacement Luna, married to Alpha Brad after his mate Ariana supposedly died. I endured his coldness and the pack’s contempt in silence.
Then Ariana suddenly came back.
Brad abandoned me at once, doting on her and giving her my place as Luna.
My sister acts weak and hurt in public, but mocks me in private. I found another wolf’s fresh mate mark on her neck—she’s hiding a secret.
When I tried to tell the truth, she faked a fall and framed me.
Brad believed her over me. He forced me to kneel and apologize, threatening me with cruel punishment.
I realize he will never choose me. Now I’m pregnant with his child, and I’ve made up my mind. Tomorrow, I will leave them all behind.

Eveyln White was used to living a double life - college student by day at the top of her class, mousy and introverted, and a bombshell stripper by night only known as Eve. Things all come to a head when her bouncer boyfriend, Charlie, angers a patron of the club, who turns out to be one of the most dangerous men in the world, Mafia Boss Antonio Bernoti.

She wasn't supposed to survive the night.

On her eighteenth birthday, Lydia runs. Broken, bleeding, and out of options. Her stepfather had already sold her. The buyer was waiting. The only direction left was the one no human ever chose: into the forest that belonged to the wolves.

Alpha King Eric has one rule. Humans don't cross his borders and live to tell about it.

He breaks it.

He tells himself it's strategy. That keeping her close is safer than letting her go. That the way his wolf goes silent when she's near means nothing.
He's wrong about all of it.

Lydia isn't looking for a savior. She's looking for a way out. Out of the past, out of the fear, out of the version of herself that learned to disappear. What she finds instead is a world with its own rules, its own dangers, and an Alpha who watches her like she's either a threat or something he doesn't have a word for yet.

When his parents move against her and she runs again, Eric has to choose.

Broken Borders is book one of the Where the Wild Claims You series, a dark paranormal romance about a girl who survives, a king who bends, and a bond neither of them is ready to name.

It was hard for Charlotte to let go of her best friend, Dalton, the boy she fell in love with since she was nine years old, to make way for her sister, Caroline, who happens to be in love with him too. It was hard for her but in order to make someone happy, even if it meant sacrificing her own, she was willing to let go.

It all happened around her senior year, where she let go of the only thing that mattered to her and after graduation, she moved away with no intention of going back.

Four years later, on her college graduation day, her parents rather demanded her to come home with a reason that shocked her senseless.

At the Ultimate Construct Tournament, my roommate beat me to the stage, unveiling the very runic matrix I had just designed in my mind.

When I confronted her about the blatant plagiarism, she burst into tears on the spot.

"You say I stole from you, but do you have even a single sketch to prove it?"

My boyfriend, Richard, sitting right there on the judges' panel, publicly condemned me.

He called me a sore loser and sneered that my vicious slander was absolutely disgusting.

Because the construct existed entirely within my mental sea, I had no physical proof.

I was crucified as a jealous bully, and ultimately, the violent magical backlash tore through me.

Right up until my last breath, I couldn't figure it out: how did she perfectly steal a top-secret construct I had only ever simulated in my mind, without leaving a single trace behind?

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn—right back at the start of that very tournament.

Watching my roommate step forward, ready to rush the holographic projector, I clamped a hand around her wrist.

"This time, I'm going first."

Seren Han was just another broke student eating instant noodles and mocking bad romance webnovels online—until a ridiculous accident killed her mid-rant.

When she wakes up, it’s inside the very story she was criticizing. Worse, she’s not the heroine destined for love, but Seren Nightwind, the villainess omega fated for rejection and disgrace at the Mate Ceremony.

And then comes the System.

Quests. Penalties. Ridiculous missions like “Laugh at the heroine” and “Seduce the Alpha.”

Every command pushes her closer to ruin, but refusing carries consequences she can’t ignore.

Trapped between the Moon Goddess’s script and the System’s threats, Seren has only one question:

How do you survive when the story itself wants you to lose?

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.

I thought ten years of childhood sweethearts could weather any storm.

Until that night when Charles rushed out after her call, leaving me alone in bed with his child growing inside me, not knowing how to tell him.

Seraphina Blackwood, tech dynasty heiress, threatened Charles with her father's billion-dollar empire to marry her. And me? Just an orphan girl who seemed to mean nothing in Silicon Valley's power games.

When I watched him remove our wedding ring, when I saw their sweet photos at the hospital, when I lay bleeding on the floor and he chose her... I finally understood that maybe love really can't survive against money.

But what I didn't know was that while I started my new life in Switzerland, there was a man secretly protecting me with his kidney, his heart, his everything...

Until his assistant appeared at my little bakery, desperation in his eyes: "Ms. Thorne, please, you have to save him!"

Dante Ashford is my stepbrother, and the one person I should never have fallen in love with.

When I was ten, my parents died saving his family. The Ashfords took me in. He was good to me back then. Somewhere along the way, I fell for him.

When I was eighteen, he nearly died in an ambush. I donated blood, then a kidney to save him. I was unconscious for three days. When I woke up, Vivian Ross sat by his bed—and he believed she was his savior.

After that, he pushed me away. Vivian became his fiancée.

In my past life, Vivian's crimes brought disaster to our family. Dante got on his knees and begged me to take her punishment. I refused. She died anyway. Then he pretended to love me, planned our wedding—and on that day, his assistant announced to everyone: "This wedding was a lesson to show Miss Elena Hayes what it feels like to be abandoned by the whole world."

I jumped from the church balcony.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at that moment—him on his knees, begging.

This time, I said yes.

Dante, from now on, we're done.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

I was Alpha Arther's maid, the one who'd taken a bullet for him. But when I returned, battered and broken after being tortured by rogue werewolves, all I got was a wedding invitation.

"Bellona and I are getting married. You can leave now,"

I didn't cry or protest. I'd become a machine, programmed to follow his commands without question.

That facade finally cracked in a cemetery.

Arther watched in stunned silence as I approached a tombstone, tears streaming down my face.

I bent down and pressed a tender kiss to the cold stone.

"Nelson, I've done everything I promised. I kept him safe. Is it time for me to join you?"

I whispered, my voice heavy with longing.

Arther's alpha aura flared wildly, his control shattering. "Ava, was I nothing more than a substitute for my brother?"

Life, they say, is not a storybook but life unfolds in chapters; good chapters, bad chapters. What happens when the chapters of Jasmine’s life were not only bad but terrible?


In a world where only the strong gets what they want, and where women are only considered toys, Jasmine, an omega wolf, is thrown into the furnace of life to burn by her mate whom she loved but now loathed.

She was abused day and night, lost countless pregnancies in the hands of her toxic mate, and was used as a mere pleasure toy. Life seemed hopeless, and fate played a quick one when she discovered she was pregnant again.

To protect herself and her baby, she ran away from the pack and ended up in the arms of another Alpha.

What happens when she discovers this Alpha was her second chance mate?

Is she finally going to be happy or has fate tricked her yet again?

Arabella owed her life to him believing that he’s the reason she didn’t die that night. The night she was ambushed and almost shot. But she never knew it was a perfect set-up by him just to walk his way into her life and ruin her.

For the sins of her father, Conrad married Arabella with the intention to break her and steal her heirloom. At the time Arabella found out the man she married had gambled with her heart, it was too late. Her image was tarnished on the net by a stunt Conrad pulled. Broken and devastated, she badly wanted to divorce Conrad and hurt him back but it was impossible and risky.

Because her only son whom Conrad turned against her, would gladly choose to follow his father in court. Meanwhile, her heirloom was in her son’s name. Therefore she would lose everything to Conrad. Everything was a cross road for Arabella. Everyone was against her, including her best friend who had been having an affair with Conrad.

However in her perilous moment, she never expected to come faced with a man from her past who died to her. The first man who ever hurt her but that same man was the only one who can help crush her husband and claim everything back. Does Arabella let off of resentment and accept Damon’s help?

The mafia boss chose me as his decoy—a body double for the woman he loves.

Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public.

Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her.

Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house."

The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up.

He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me."

"Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now."

Even my son took her side.

"Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!"

But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job.

When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue."

I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly.

"I'm dying."

"Someone is right behind you."
It's the most common comment I get in the chat during my late-night streams.
But when that exact phrase abruptly hijacked my screen, spammed in bold, blood-red letters, my blood ran completely cold.
Because deep down, I knew. This time, they weren't joking.
It was real.

Dear readers! If you love this story, check out my other book: After Affair: I Took My Children and Remarried.
All because of one sentence from Helena, my family's adopted daughter, my brothers threw me into a snake pit in my last life—
When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty years old. Right back at the moment my brothers started forcing me to donate blood as Helena's personal lab rat.
This time, I refuse to give in.
To hell with my brothers—I'll make sure they end up bankrupt and homeless!
Continuously updating, with 3 chapters added daily.

After being enslaved for fourteen months, she was chosen as the Prince's personal slave. Of course she's heard about him. The cold hearted prince then entire kingdom wouldn't stop gossiping about. Then, her fairytale world is crumbled to dust. All hope of freedom gone as hate flashes from all corner, together with pain and distress. How would she survive? Will there be a little glint of hope for her? Or maybe her hope is...

Join me in this exciting long ride! Thank y'all!

Going home was supposed to be simple.

For Anna, it meant summer nights by the lake, her mother's cooking, and slipping back into the life she left behind. Most of all, it meant Carly, her best friend, her constant, her home.

And Chris.

Carly's boyfriend. Off-limits. Untouchable.

Or at least... he should have been.

Because the moment Anna steps back into Millbrook, something feels wrong. The town is quieter. The air feels heavier. And Chris? He isn't the same boy she remembers.

He's colder. Stronger. Dangerous in a way that makes her heart race and her instincts scream.

Then come the dreams.

Running through moonlit fields. A voice calling her name. A presence she can't escape... or resist.

And when the truth finally surfaces, it shatters everything Anna thought she knew.

Chris isn't just her best friend's boyfriend.

He's an Alpha.

And somehow... impossibly...

He's her mate.

Torn between loyalty and a bond she can't break, Anna must decide, walk away and protect the only family she's ever known

Or surrender to the Alpha who was never meant to be hers.

Because in a town full of secrets, some fates are more dangerous than others... and loving him might cost her everything.

In his eyes, I had always been "understanding." Understanding enough not to fight, not to make scenes, not to ask for status.

He said we couldn't go public now, but it was for our future.

Only later did I realize that his "future" never included me.

He chose power, chose arranged marriage, chose to keep me hidden. When I finally left, he started having regrets, started saying he loved me.

But by then I understood—he wasn't regretting losing me. He panicked because I was no longer obedient, no longer his.

So I never gave him another chance. I turned and walked away.

But that was only the first step.

I chose to let the truth surface at his moment of greatest triumph, to let him taste what it feels like to lose everything.

In the year 3000, magic and technology flourish side by side.
Wielders of magic are no longer myth… They’re real and revered.
“Joel,” a humble wizard living a quiet life,
accidentally spends his last coin on gemstones,
leaving him broke and desperate!
To make ends meet, he becomes a livestreamer,
broadcasting his mysterious magical lifestyle
just to get through each day.
But then…
His streams catch the attention of “Jaden,”
the heir to a gemstone empire and an art collector obsessed with a centuries-old painting of a ginger-haired, opal-eyed wizard—
a figure he’s searched for his whole life.
Until finally… he finds Joel online.
Is it fate, or something more, that draws them together?
Can Joel unlock the mysteries of Jaden’s past?
A timeless love story infused with magic and technology will change both of their lives forever…

A broken beast with a dark secret and the beautiful bass player who can heal him... Tall. Gorgeous. Silent. Will Young hates the spotlight despite being in the middle of it.To his legions of music fans, Will's got it all but, below the surface, he battles his past alone. Until he meets her. Morgan Frasier sees the brokenness in Will’s eyes and she’s stubborn enough to draw the secret from him. While she keeps the melody flowing as the new bass player in Dust and Ashes, she helps Will put the pieces of his soul back together again.    Can the beautiful bass guitarist thaw the ice around his stone-cold heart? Or will the truth behind his darkness scare her away?  Please Note This book contains themes that may be triggering to some.

Vida had always believed she was nothing more than an ordinary human girl—until fate dragged her into the brutal world of werewolves and bound her to Meredith Ramsey, the cold, untouchable Beta of the Gold Moon Pack. He was her destined mate, the other half of her soul… yet when she looked at him, she felt absolutely nothing.
What Vida never knew was that her inability to love him was never a choice—it was stolen from her.After sacrificing her life to save her best friend, Vida was resurrected by a mysterious force, but the miracle came at a devastating cost. Her memories were shattered, her emotions altered, and the sacred mate bond erased from her senses forever. She returned to life unable to recognize the man fate had chosen for her.

“There’s no spooning, Robyn. Just fucking. I will fuck you. Hard and fast. I will fuck you until I lose interest in you. I will fuck you every night, and I’ll make sure you beg for more. That’s for a year. You will be naked in bed for 365 nights. After that, your debt is paid. I will forget you exist. You will forget that anything happened between us. Unless you have my three million dollars right now, then you have no choice but to bend to my will.”

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One night is supposed to be fun, not waking up sold to the highest bidder. Before I knew it, my boss, the beast with an ice-cold heart and a nightmare to work for, bought me and owned my very existence, turning me into his little bird in his golden gilded cage with impossible choices until I agreed to his dark bargain.

Being at the mercy of a man like Spade Kolby with wealth, power, and an enigmatic past as dark as the night, I soon realized that having your boss save your life comes with a price. Nothing’s free. The only way to pay my debt is to be his wife and surrender my freedom.

But the second our skins touch, there’s fire. The longer I try to resist his scorching touch and fight his death grip on my heart, the harder it gets, and I know nothing good comes out of falling for him. 

Knowing the unimaginable consequences of escaping— how a snap of his fingers can destroy me, his words can rip me apart, and the unbreakable bond that binds us.

After all, maybe once he gets what he wants, his obsession with me stops. Or maybe he’s not as cruel as I imagined him to be.

“I only meant to steal his serum… yet somehow, I ended up surrendering my soul.”

In this apocalyptic world, a virus turns people into monsters, and the blood of natural immunes like Ren is the only cure. To save his infected sister, he disguises himself as a woman and infiltrates the most dangerous sector, Faction 12, aiming to steal the serum from its cold-blooded commander, Axton.

When his deception is uncovered, it unexpectedly sparks Axton's intense interest. Caught in a power struggle over scarce resources, the two are drawn into a dangerous game of loyalty, survival, and forbidden desire.

As the world crumbles, I choose to love you amidst the ruins.

I clasped my hands over my bare breast as the old emperor pressed on me, trying to rape me, a 14 year old girl. They called me the cursed concubine. “You killed your mother at birth,” they claim. Even my father sold me for a piece of dirt to the Emperor with an appetite for young girls like me.

And then, they blamed me for his illness. "Your presence here has only brought suffering and pain in the palace."

"A lowlife like you doesn't deserve any form of dignity!"

They stripped me, tied my thorn cloth around my neck like a leash and pulled me like a common dog.

"Now woof! woof! Like a sick dog you are!"

I was waiting to die.

Then the prince returned.

Fresh from a decade-long war with werewolves, drenched in blood and victory, he shattered the palace silence by defending me—the woman everyone else wanted erased.

All I wanted was gratitude.

What I got was a night in his chambers… and secrets powerful enough to bring an empire to its knees.

I thought I was a curse.

A liability.

A plague.

But the prince awakened something far more dangerous.

And this palace will learn—

I was never weak. I was only unclaimed

“I don’t want to be here,” I whispered, trying not to look at him.

“You don’t get to want anything,” he said, his hand locking around my waist, “you were sold to me, and now you belong to me.”

I hated his touch but my body betrayed me every time he leaned close, every time his lips brushed my skin I wanted to push him away but I couldn’t, I wanted to scream but his voice burned in my ears when he said, “Say you are mine, or I’ll make you beg for it.”

I was trapped between two packs, betrayed by my own family, sold to the Alpha Beast, and I knew I should hate him but the more he claimed me, the more I craved what I should never want.

"Take me, please take me now. I love you, Damon." she moaned as he continued squeezing and toying with her breasts, especially her nipples.
“I am yours. But only for tonight." was his cold reply.

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Alpha Damon owns the physical appearance of an angel but a heart inclined to evil because of his demon origin.

Ladies fantasize about him because of his extraordinary beauty and aura but Damon cares for no one. No one at all.

The Cold Heart one.

However, Damon would meet a human girl Jane, who he saved from a gang of rapists. And she will make him feel things like compassion and concern and ultimately love.
But before he could accept these feelings as true and real, Danger and Death would come like the shadow as he will be the center of a war between Demons and Witches as well as Werewolves and Vampires...

The remote vacation villa was saturated with suffocating male testosterone.
Deep in the night, my life-saving suppressants inexplicably vanished. The moment the drugs wore off, my unspeakable secret—my sex addiction—unleashed its most violent, lethal backlash in history.
What was even more fatal was that, through a twisted twist of fate, the man I was forced to share a room with tonight was my stepbrother, renowned for his absolute abstinence and cold, iron-fisted ruthlessness.
I thought that once my embarrassingly out-of-control, in-heat state was exposed, he would treat me like a monster and kick me away in disgust.
But I never expected—
This aloof man, who usually wouldn't even spare me a glance, now carried an irresistible, scorching aggression, ruthlessly sliding his large, rough hand straight up my thoroughly soaked panties...

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."