760 Book(s) Related to why you aint eat it cold

"Lily, listen to me. Every IVF cycle you went through was a lie. James was injecting you with experimental fertility drugs—unapproved, illegal. You were a test subject. The baby… it's not even genetically his."
Her world shatters with those words.
After twenty failed IVF treatments and four years of heartbreak, Lily Collins finally has everything she's ever wanted: she's pregnant with the miracle baby she and her husband James fought so hard for. But the man she married is becoming someone she doesn't recognize—controlling, secretive, and increasingly dangerous.
When James strikes her for the first time, Lily tells herself it's the stress. When he isolates her from friends and monitors her every move, she convinces herself it's concern for the baby. But when she discovers he's been lying about their fertility treatments, she realizes the father of her unborn child might be hiding something far more sinister than she ever imagined.
Meanwhile, across the city...Alpha werewolf Ace Winters has spent years searching for his destined mate. When the bond finally calls to him, leading him to a pregnant woman living in fear, his protective instincts roar to life. But his mate is human, fragile, and already running from one dangerous man. One wrong move could send her fleeing forever. One right move could save her life.
Two men. One woman. A baby caught in between.
As Lily fights to uncover the truth about her husband's deceptions, she has no idea that her salvation might come from the mysterious stranger watching over her or that accepting his protection will thrust her into a world where fairy tales are real. Love can be written in the stars.
But first, she has to survive long enough to discover that monsters don't always look like monsters...And heroes don't always look entirely human.

Silver poisoning struck, and my mother's life hung by a thread.
I knelt and begged my partner Selene to use the 100,000 gold coins from our war spoils to purchase Moonlight Holy Water, but she coldly refused with a sneer: "An ordinary silver poison patient isn't worth wasting resources on." She then turned and spent 80,000 coins on a necklace for her male lover.
My mother died in my arms as I ground my teeth and swallowed my tears of blood.
But when the patrol came to collect the body, she finally discovered—the one sent to be buried deep in the mass grave wasn't my mother at all, but her own biological mother.
She had personally buried her own mom!

Three years ago, billionaire Theodore Chambers handed Victoria Ellis divorce papers with cold eyes and colder words—all for the sake of his first love, Isabella Waters.
Victoria didn't cry. She didn't beg.
She simply signed her name, walked out of that golden cage, and disappeared from the world of the rich.
What the world didn't expect…
Was for the discarded ex-wife to rise from the ashes—not as a socialite, but as the world's most sought-after reconstructive mortician. Behind every high-profile crime scene and closed casket, she was the one restoring dignity to the dead—and building a name powerful enough to shake law enforcement and the elite alike.
Now, at a funeral of all places, their paths cross again.
She stands beside another man, radiant, untouchable.
He watches in disbelief—his ex-wife, no longer his.
"You handle corpses every day. Aren't you afraid of bad luck?" he growls, grabbing her wrist.
She smiles coldly.
"In my heart, the grass over your grave has already grown two meters tall."
But fate has one final card to play.
When Victoria finds Theodore lying in a pool of blood, clutching an old photo of her, everything unravels.
Was it too late after all?
Or is love just another body she's not willing to reconstruct?

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

Ten years ago, Iron Throne, Mexico's largest drug cartel, slaughtered my entire family. A decade later, I defected voluntarily and stepped into their manor with a token of allegiance. Everyone thought I had fallen into depravity. What they never knew was that I came to Iron Throne neither for wealth nor power. I came because I had memorized five names from the hit list that destroyed my family, and kept them in my heart for ten long years. I chose to lie low, until I rose to become the second-in-command of Iron Throne. On the night the kingpin handed the entire criminal empire over to me, I walked into his study, raised my gun with a smile.

When they threw me overboard, they thought a man with a broken leg couldn't possibly come back alive. When the floodwaters engulfed the world, turning land into a graveyard, I found a forgotten submarine in the deep sea. From underwater, I built my empire step by step . Not by pity, not by luck. By the time the survivors of this sea finally realized what lay beneath the surface, I no longer needed to hide. They called me the Deep Sea Ghost. I didn't care what they called me. I knew only one thing—from this day forward, this sea was mine to rule.

Twenty years ago, he took the blame for my murder, was branded with the Silver Flame mark, and banished to the wilderness. Twenty years later, I escaped from a prison-like marriage and searched the world for him. He wasn't there in the Alaskan blizzards. He wasn't there in the deep mountains of Romania. Under the polar night in the Arctic Circle, I called his name into the darkness. No one answered. Until a hunter told me: deep in the Yukon, someone had seen a lone wolf with the Silver Flame mark.

Three years ago, my twelve brothers died in the desert at night. A traitor stepped over my death notice and took the place that should have been mine. Three years later, I hide in a run-down convenience store, wiping shelves. I endure being spat on, having my beer stolen, and being called trash—I endured it all. Because I'm waiting. Waiting for someone to return, waiting for an answer. Some ask me: Is it worth it, for a bunch of dead men? I don't know if it's worth it. I only know that when they were alive, they called me Captain. Three years in seclusion, all for the day the God of War returns!

I was born into a cursed bloodline of witches. My mother told me that every firstborn daughter had to sacrifice the one she loved most to break the chains binding our blood. She said it was the only way to save my child. I lied to myself, and I lied to him, leading him to the altar with my own two hands. But I couldn't survive a single day without him. No curse, no matter how horrific, could ever compare to the sheer ugliness of the human heart. Waking up in that empty house, the truth finally hit me: I had absolutely nothing left.

Everyone in the tribe looked down on me. My father declared someone else the heir to the chieftaincy, my wife tore up our engagement and followed a new master, and I lived in a beast pen at the edge of the hunting grounds, sharing a wall with the hunting dogs. I thought this was my life. Only later did I realize that the entire tribe had spent twenty years of coldness building me a fortress. Those airtight shields would one day need me to prove them myself. On the day I awakened, the tribe's totem pole exploded. The true king was about to return.

I used to be the Federation's top agent, codename Frostblade. Until my fiancée and my partner stabbed me in the back and threw me into Blackrock Fortress—a black site hellhole that doesn't exist on any map. Against all odds, I broke out and made it back home, only to find my family's graves dug up, my mother murdered in the bathtub, and a shell casing stamped with a cartel insignia. My sister is missing, my father has been framed, and six of my informants were butchered—all signs point to the exact same name. Nobody believes a man who was supposed to rot in a cell can flip the board, but I'm back.

In my past life, I was tricked into a trap by my neighbor, my leg broken, and thrown into acid rain to die. Reborn, I returned to nine months before the acid rain apocalypse. Meteorites struck, radiation contaminated, water sources dried up, and civilization collapsed. I still had one last chance to save myself and reverse the future. When I mortgaged my house, borrowed heavily from loan sharks, and finally found the water purification engineer whom everyone considered crazy, I was met with merciless ridicule. Faced with humiliation, I simply smiled faintly—"Do you know when water is more precious than gold?"

Introduction: Monsters have invaded the world, and humanity is in grave danger. I transformed into a demon-sealing war god, guarding the abyss for twenty years. But I was met with betrayal after betrayal; my position as war god was revoked, and the people, believing rumors, sought to punish me. They smashed my wife's tombstone, turned my son into a monster , and drained my blood... Now the monsters have returned, kneeling and weeping, begging me to intervene . This time, I will not intervene!

In my last life, my mother-in-law locked me in the attic, and my wife openly cheated on me with the neighbor. Even when I was dying of terminal cancer, they bled me dry until my very last breath! Now that I've been reborn, the extreme-heat apocalypse is just around the corner. In this life, I'm living for myself. I spend every last cent of my savings stockpiling three years' worth of supplies and building a heat-proof survival villa! Now I can sit back and watch my mother-in-law's family struggle to survive in the deadly heat. Beg on their knees for my forgiveness? No! I will never forgive them!

He waited for me for two years. I turned him down twelve times. Every time he told me he liked me, I stayed silent. Every time he asked, "Have you really never felt anything for me?" I would turn my face away. I thought I would have endless chances. I thought he would always be there. Now when I close my eyes, all I can see is the last question he asked me under the moonlight. I thought it was glory. Freedom. The victory I deserved. Not until his body fell beneath the moonlight, not until I had everything, not until I started jolting awake from nightmares on countless full-moon nights, did I realize that the silver sword I drove into his heart had also pierced my own life.

I was a herbalist, a healer who saved lives, but I was falsely accused of spreading plague and hanged on the gallows, awaiting the flames. Then I heard them—a swarm of rats emerging from the earth, gnawing through the noose and dragging me back to the world of the living. But this was not salvation, but the beginning of a curse. Plague swept across the land, the church peddled counterfeit medicines, and lords squeezed every last grain from the farmers. The rats looked at me and whispered to me — the end has come, and you will become the calamity.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, my elder brother shoved me into a horde of the undead. Now, I've been reborn exactly five days before the end of the world, and he's trying to scam me out of my winning lottery ticket with a beat-up old ring. What he doesn't know is that this ring is a genuine pocket dimension artifact. He thinks he's pulling the ultimate con, completely unaware that I'm going to use this very relic to forge my own post-apocalyptic empire. This time, I'm going to make them pay back every last thing they owe me.

I inherited a family heirloom watch. It heats up when I'm in danger, shoves me out of the way when I'm attacked, and in the middle of the night it folds my clothes and makes me a cup of tea at exactly the right temperature. I know there's a guardian spirit living inside it, but I've never asked who he is, what his name is, or why he's here. I got used to his presence—so used to it that I started taking it for granted. Then I met an antiques dealer. He was gentle, polished, and thoughtful in every way. But the guardian spirit reacted like he'd gone insane. I snapped at it, "You're just a watch. What right do you have to interfere in my life?"

Freya Ashford's biggest regret in life wasn't marrying me, but that she never truly looked at me. We were sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams; she was researching immortality, and I was researching how to win her love—"It is an eternal power, and an eternal pain." This riddle led us down different paths. On the day of the prom, in front of the entire school, she pointed her finger at me and said, "You can't prove your love for me at all." But she didn't know that she would lose miserably.

Five years ago, I woke up after surgery with my mind completely blank. The doctor said I had been in a training accident, and I was lucky just to be alive. Due to my injuries, after being discharged from the military, I was assigned to the mess hall at Fort Kiernan. Every day, I stood behind the same serving window, dishing out the same beef and potato stew to the same group of new recruits. I thought my life would always be like this. Then one day, a female journalist from the detention cell was escorted over by military police to get her meal. She slid her tray toward me and spoke a word I had never heard before. The ladle slipped right out of my left hand. My right arm dropped to my side, and my fingers curled instinctively into the shape of a gun grip. Who on earth am I?

At my boss's mother's funeral, I couldn't hold back my laughter, and as a result, I was treated as a lunatic, stuffed into a garbage cannon, and launched naked into an apocalyptic forest full of zombies. Everyone thought I was doomed, but they didn't know—I had been reborn 1,001 times. Unarmed and surrounded by the zombie horde, about to be torn to shreds, in desperation I clung to the last clue... When I finally uncovered the truth that could overturn everything, I laughed from the bottom of my heart. This time, I would personally end this greatest lie.

Twelve years after the geomagnetic reversal, the death ray scorched every inch of the land. Survivors huddled beneath the dome, weaving their last refuge with lies . I was just a scavenger, digging for palladium in the ruins, just to buy my sister a breath of pure oxygen. But I also kept a secret— I could hear the voice of metal. When the Council of Order threatened my sister's life, forcing me into the forbidden zone to carry out a suicide mission, those whispers of steel finally became clear. They called to me, guiding me down another dead end.

Five years ago, they stripped me of my rank and stopped my retirement pay. Now, with the Imperial army at the gates, they kneel at my door, begging for my services. My daughter is wearing last year's shoes, her big toe practically sticking out. My wife is still refilling coffee at a fast-food restaurant at 3 a.m. The neighbors call me "that welfare-dependent guy" behind my back. I pulled my five-year-old dismissal order from under the bill and slipped it under the door. "You've got the wrong person."

My father said an honest man can't run a farm. My brother called me nothing but a burden. My ex-girlfriend dropped her engagement ring into a glass of champagne and handed it back to me. They all thought I was worthless. None of them knew I'd been reborn, and had stockpiled five years' worth of supplies in the cold storage. When the blizzard hit, the walkie-talkie crackled to life. I heard their cries and the unspoken thoughts swirling inside their heads. Really? You're still trying to scheme against me right now?

Ten years of secret service honed my Phantom Legion, a force I built that could make a small nation tremble. On the day I retired and returned to New York, I found a cardboard tent next to a garbage dump in a Bronx back alley. Curled up inside was my daughter, whom I hadn't seen in five years. She was covered in bruises, barefoot, and clutching half a moldy loaf of bread. I picked her up and dialed the phone—"I want everyone who wronged her to suffer a fate worse than death! "

Introduction: I spent 20 years cultivating alone in the forest. Returning home, I discovered my brother, who had cared for me since childhood, was missing. They said he died under the terms of the contract, an "accident." The Magic Guild made me wait in line for two months. I waited three days, only to be greeted by a wagon delivering potion ingredients to a murderer. Since your laws don't protect me—then I will be my own law. I will show you with my fists what a melee mage truly is.

I was bought into this world. For twenty-three years, my adoptive mother swept floors, scrubbed toilets, and endured endless orders from others just to keep me alive. Then one day, I discovered she had been depositing forty-four thousand dollars into an overseas account every single year for two decades. They called it a "custody fee". When a mysterious organization showed up, slammed coins in her face and threw a contract written in blood right in front of me, I finally learned whose blood runs through my veins. From that day on, I will prove to everyone: no one shall ever hurt my family.

Three years ago, I was the sole surviving legendary mage of Ash Valley. To fulfill my comrade's dying wish, I married into the Robert family, becoming a despised and bullied son-in-law . For three years, I endured torment and humiliation; my entire family treated me like trash . My wife handed me divorce papers , then accepted the marriage proposal of a nobleman. On my wedding day, I walked into the hall in old clothes, and everyone laughed, thinking I was crazy. Until I shattered all magic with a wave of my hand, my legendary presence overwhelming everyone present, the woman who had once despised me finally cried and asked me: Why did you lie to me?

A red dragon heir locked me in an iron shed and scorched me with his breath for ten minutes straight.Didn't kill me.He woke a Black Dragon buried under a three-hundred-year curse.The Tri-Dragon Council tore down my home, beat my father, threw me in jail, and live-streamed it all so the whole city could laugh.What they didn't know: every ancestor's soul in the Black Dragon cemetery had fused into me.I smashed through the Council's dome and slammed the dissolution order onto the table.

On the day I was supposed to get married....
I watched my fiancé, Rafael, kissing another woman on his office.
Not a stranger.
My best friend.
Right then, I knew I’d only ever been the safe option, not the one he really wanted.
I left the dress, the ring, and my family’s reputation to burn in every group chat and gossip thread.
All I took with me was a small suitcase, a silent phone, and one secret I hadn’t fully understood yet: there was a baby growing inside me.
Rafael’s baby.
Six years later, I’d built a new life in Los Angeles. By day, I designed buildings for an architecture firm, drawing sharp lines to hold back the cracks I didn’t show anyone. By night, I painted until color stained my fingers and the floor.
In my calm house by the sea, a little girl with hazel eyes called me “Mom” and sprinted between piles of rolled-up blueprints.
In this new version of my life, there was Luca.
The man who always showed up with coffee, mocked my playlist, and told me, “With me, you don’t have to act tough.”
I thought I’d finally found calm.
Until that gala night.
The voice I used to almost promise forever stopped right behind me. “Long time no see, Maya.”
When Rafael’s eyes landed on my daughter’s matching hazel gaze, the air in the room grew heavy.
He wanted answers.
I wanted the nearest exit.
And before the night was over, one sentence from him tore through everything I’d carefully rebuilt:
“You need to meet my brother. His name’s Luca.”
My lungs forgot how to work.
I stared at the man I’d been calling my boyfriend… and wondered if my life had just fallen apart all over again....

"You have yourself convinced you don't want me, but that changes as soon as my head's between your legs."

"Not everything is about sex, no matter how much I like you between my legs."

"Says the girl who sleeps in my arms every night to feel safe."


Danielle Riley has big shoes to fill. Between the expectations imposed by the people in the men's professional hockey world and the unintentional pressures set by her sister in-law, Danny has one goal: become the first woman in the NHL.

For that to happen, everything has to go perfectly but Danny's life is far from perfect. A haunted past and estranged family makes her life hard long before Beckett Sampson comes into play.

With a new captain from a rival college, whom Danny has already crossed one too many lines with, senior year of college just got a lot harder.

One more year until the draft.

One more year until everything comes together or shatters into a million shards of ice.

A man rescued by Sicily has a little oddity amidst the many rumors that aliens are starting to arrive on earth. The man realizes that Sicily is a student and his teaching assistant at the science laboratory, Steinitz Fors, who is none other than an alien, turns into an innocent man in order to get information little by little about his family who are reportedly on earth and are being held captive by human groups.

Initially utilizing Sicily, but eventually they fall in love with each other. Will Stein manage to save his family and return home to their planet? On the other hand, Sicily has long gotten a round black tool that she doesn't know what it is, is it connected to Steinitz's real life? Did they manage to escape the pursuit of human hands who were busy hunting down aliens including Stein who was finally caught?

Two years ago, Gretta Domingo signed the divorce papers for the man she loved… and hated.
Reagan Milano—ruthless billionaire, powerful magnate of an international empire, and the man who once swore to protect her… before tearing her apart.
Now, just as Gretta stands on the verge of a new life with another man, Reagan returns.
Colder. Stronger. More dangerous than ever.
With an offer that sounds a lot like a threat:
"Spend four months with me. As my wife. After that, you’re free. Or I’ll take everything."
Trapped in Reagan’s world of power and danger, Gretta finds herself face to face with the man who broke her once—and who still makes her fall all over again.
Behind every ruthless demand lies a burning gaze.
Behind every cold command, a touch that sets her on fire.
One hundred twenty-four days.
One hundred twenty-four nights .
Can Gretta survive Reagan Milano… or herself?

I bite down on my lip to try and control my hatred for him as my stomach flips with contempt. "You aren't comfortable to sit on," I argue. "I won't be able to fall asleep on you." "Oh, but you are quite comfortable for me," He says, pleasure evident in his voice. His hands keep me pressed against his solid chest, sealing his command. "It is my bed that you sleep in, remember? You will sleep where I tell you to."


In the realm of the Fae, humans have two purposes when they are stolen; They are either bought as pets for the nobles, as my sister and I were, or they are kept as children for those who could not bear their own. Alice is lucky- she was purchased by a Seelie noble, who typically adopt human children as their own. I, however, was purchased as a pet by the bastard son of the Unseelie court, who find little other use for human children.

"I know I'm hot, but keep your legs closed, Mason."


"Fuck you." I panted out at him. His mouth moved to my ear, sending a chill down my spine as he whispered.

"I think the correct phrase is 'fuck me'."


That's what Sylvia Mason and Finn Riley are. After moving to the highschool lacrosse capital of Connecticut to play men's lacrosse, Sylvia is faced with the pain in the ass Captain, Finn Riley. They both hate the very idea of the each other and can't even hold eye contact without making snide remarks. They both want the other gone no matter what but they also have undeniable similarities in their mannerisms. They are sheer opposites but they are also identical.

He was her darkness but also her light.

The fated eternal couple, did not make happiness in Audrey Varese's heart because Aldrick Wolfson did not love her at all and instead loved one of the Beta aka Emily, a female werewolf in the Wolfson clan. Heartbroken and lazy to survive, it made her decide to keep her pregnancy a secret and engineer her death while the war between the clans was still going on.

However, the unexpected happened. Aldrick Wolfson finally found out that Emily betrayed him, making him regret betraying the Luna. Moreover, he also received a warning from the Moon Goddess until his strength was slightly paralyzed and only Luna could heal him. In her search, she found a wolf boy in the human world whose face was very similar to hers. At the same time, he also met Luna aka Audrey who was the child's mother.

Berliana Margaretha is a robot inventor who is so telling in her circles. She was the first to develop a method of making a robot like a normal human being and she has secretly done that and made a robot that looks so much like her dead ex-boyfriend.

She named the robot Victor Valdes, almost the same name as her boyfriend. But one day the robot she created went out of control and made her feel that the handsome human-like robot had begun to dominate her.

"You are mine, Berliana Margaretha."

"Oh my God, Victor! You're a robot so go back to your place, don't move!"

"No way, I'm your boyfriend, you're my girlfriend."

Would Berliana's rejection continue to escalate or would she be swept away by the passion of the artificially intelligent robot she had created that almost resembled a human being?

Lydia Loveday is forced to transfer colleges mid-semester due to a traumatic event at her dream school. Little does she know, this school is exclusive to Werewolves, Vampires, and Magic-Users, and she's the only human amongst the student body... or so she thinks.
She is met by a BodyGuard that her wealthy father employed to keep history from repeating itself, except Adrian is much more than he seems. Aside from being a sexy Korean millionaire, Adrian is a Werewolf. Not just any Werewolf, however, but the rising Alpha of the largest Wolf Pack in North America. And, he isn't just her BodyGuard. It turns out that Adrian and Lydia are SoulMates, though it serves as a surprise to both of them.
As Lydia begins uncovering the truth about this College for the Supernatural, she also discovers hidden aspects of her own lineage that was kept secret, such as her father being an Alumni for a college that is hidden away in the mountains of Montana. Adrian keeps her plenty busy on top of all of her new discoveries, so her grades are the least of her concerns.

"I'd much rather have my head between my girlfriends legs than yours."

Life is never kind to the broken.

Then again, aren't we all broken?

I've faced the sexists, the egotistics, the rapists, the catalysts; everyone is an asshole in their own right. Sadly, I'm maxing out on how much more hardship I can take.

Griffin Riley used to be my enemy and the cause of my many headaches but now he seems to be my pain medication that takes the aches away. But nothing good can last forever.

Maybe we'll be the exception. A girl can hope.

But between the stress, high stakes, jealousy, fights, trials, the media, school, life changing scares, and most importantly; Lacrosse, our relationship will be put through the ringer.

I just hope we aren't smushed to death.

Claire Agnesia was forced to accept her parents' request to continue studying abroad. She really didn't want to, because he didn't want to leave Nickolas, aka his girlfriend, who was about to get ready to marry him.

However, everything must still happen, there is no other choice. Until that also made the relationship between Claire and Nickolas really shaky and she got harsh words from her boyfriend before breaking up with her.

Four years later, Claire returns home after graduation. And she got her first shock from the CEO guy the night she went to the bar that took her chastity. When she found out that the CEO man was Nick, her ex, Claire who was still broken and hurt at that man really hated him while Nick instead trying to melt his woman's heart in as many ways as he can to get back together with the girl he adores.

What next? Can they be together?

Katherine Lusya is a young professor who must conduct research to build a modern house that can withstand fire, water, strong winds and lightning on a large scale. The earth is increasingly devastated and natural disasters such as volcanic eruptions at some point make Katherine's team have to work hard to anticipate.

However, the arrival of a man who claims to be a regular visitor makes Katherine a friend and they are quite close for several months. Elano Benjamin, a man who turns out to be a businessman of large companies who is having a disaster in the construction of his company's building. What is Elano's intention to approach her? Is Elano a rat or just looking for profit?

"Why did you marry me?"

"Because I had no other choice."

The day my grandfather fell critically ill, I was abandoned by my boyfriend of seven years and lost my last pillar of support.

To fulfill my grandfather's dying wish, I married Charles William, a man I had never met.

Cold, arrogant, dangerous—that was my entire impression of this new husband.

It wasn't until after my grandfather's death that I discovered the William family harbored a shocking secret.

They weren't ordinary people at all.

And Charles was actually the future leader of the werewolf clan.

Facing my father's greed for the inheritance, my shattered family, and one crisis after another, I could only fight back step by step on my own.

Yet that man who had despised me from the start always appeared by my side whenever danger struck.

I thought this marriage was merely a transaction.

Until one late night, when Charles trapped me in his arms, his golden beast eyes locked tightly onto me.

"Daisy, you're already my wife."

"Isn't it too late to think about running now?"

"Why do you need money this badly?"

Lorenzo gripped my chin, his gaze arrogant and dangerous.

"For money, are you really willing to do anything?"

I bit my lip and didn't answer.

Because if my two daughters couldn't survive, self-respect was worthless.

——

My name is Scarlett O'Brien.

To pay for my twin daughters' heart surgery, I signed a humiliating contract and sold myself to the most dangerous man in New York.

Lorenzo Vittori.

Young, handsome, arrogant, and the most feared heir to a mafia family.

He was cruel and sharp-tongued, humiliating me until I had nothing left, yet time and again he reached out his hand when I had nowhere else to turn.

And I told myself there was only a transaction between us.

As soon as I saved enough for the surgery, I would take my daughters and leave his world completely.

But I gradually discovered that this cold-blooded and vicious man seemed to hide even more scars than I did.

When the contract was about to end, true feelings began to spiral out of control.

I didn't know whether what awaited me would be redemption...

or a mafia storm destructive enough to destroy everything.

"Will you come with me?"

I stood before Mother's grave, extending my hand to that silent, withdrawn boy.

At that moment, I didn't yet know this decision would change my entire life.

—

After Mother died, I lost my home.

My stepmother and stepsisters saw me as a thorn in their side, while Father watched my suffering with cold indifference, as if I had never been his daughter.

Everyone hurt me.

Everyone except Alden.

He was withdrawn, mysterious, never one for words, always standing apart from the crowd. Everyone called him a freak, yet whenever I was bullied, humiliated, pushed to the brink, the person standing beside me was always him.

He would light torches for me in the darkness.

Would silently repair Mother's vandalized tombstone.

Would hold me when I broke down, whispering, "Mia, I'm here."

Later I discovered that Alden harbored secrets that didn't belong to this world.

And I, too, possessed powers I couldn't understand.

As the door to the magical world slowly opened, truth after truth began to surface. Yet more than those unknown dangers, what concerned me most was—that boy who had always protected me.

Why could he always find me first?

Why did his gaze toward me always carry emotions I couldn't read?

And why was I becoming more and more dependent on him?

Until one day, I discovered Alden's deepest hidden secret.

Only then did I finally understand.

That from a very long time ago, he had been running toward me all along.

What I didn't know was, when the day of destiny arrived—

Would I lose him,

Or fall in love with him.

Loiza lost her pack. She lost her home. Now the Moon Goddess is giving her a mate—one she can’t run from, no matter how hard she tries.
Kayden has waited years for his mate. But Loiza isn’t here to fall in love. She’s here to survive. And the wolves? They’re already howling for her.
From the Caribbean sun to the cold of the Blood Moon Pack, a love forged by the moon. A bond tested by treason. A destiny no one can deny.


I am Loiza—Moon Goddess Priestess, last Queen of a fallen pack… and the woman fated to belong to the enemy.

When a blood-forged volcano wipes out my home, I lead my people straight into the territory of Alpha Kayden—my destined mate, and the one man I cannot afford to love.
Because love is weakness. And I have a kingdom to rebuild.

So I block the mate bond.
I silence the fire between us.
And I take his land as shelter… not as his Luna.

But secrets rot kingdoms from the inside.

Behind Kayden’s throne lies a nightmare—slave dungeons, corrupted Alphas, and a High Council willing to slaughter entire packs for power. When I uncover the truth, I don’t run.

I declare war.

Now I’m forging alliances with vampires and mermaids.
Raising twin Alpha heirs in the shadows.
And turning a broken island into the most powerful supernatural empire the world has ever seen.

Kayden wants redemption.
The Council wants my head.
And the bond I tried to destroy… is coming back stronger than ever.

This time, I won’t just survive.

I will rule.

"Tasha..."
She turned. He was right behind her and they stood so close that she could smell him. It was intoxicating. She hadn't realized how much she had loved the smell of him until having gone without it for so long.
"We can't be here for long, people will start to wonder-"
"You have no idea how much I missed you." He stepped even closer to her. "I thought about you every day. You're even more beautiful than I remember." He reached up and ran his hand through the hair that framed her face, her eyes closing involuntarily at his touch.
"Calder, you know we can't."
"I spent five years with nothing to keep me going through the hardest trials of my life but the thought of seeing you again," his hand touched her cheek. "holding you in my arms, kissing you." His thumb trailed across her lips and every fiber of her being felt like it would burst into flame. His eyes, like the ocean, looked into her soul, his body standing over her, so close she could feel the heat of him, and it made her yearn for more.
"Please, it's forbidden." Her voice was barely a whisper.
He looked at her for a moment, his eyes searching over her lips that were slightly open, her eyes that danced with flames of desire. "I don't care."


The young sorceress Astasha only wanted a simple life. Now, however, she finds herself in the service of the King as his Royal Fire Witch, and in love with the one true heir to the throne, his son, Calder. But their love is forbidden and when a demon threatens to destroy everything she holds dear, she must use the fire within to save the man she loves and his kingdom.