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Five years of love, loyalty, and promises—destroyed in one wedding vow.

Judy believed Clark was the man she would spend her life with. After dating for five years, meeting his family, and planning their wedding, she thought love was enough.

She was wrong.

On the day she was supposed to be his bride, Judy watched Clark marry his rich ex-girlfriend instead—leaving her humiliated, heartbroken, and mocked by the world.

As if that wasn’t enough, Judy’s mother’s life hangs on a thread, with a surgery bill of $45,000 she can’t afford. When Clark, the man who promised to help her, turns his back on her completely, Judy hits rock bottom.

That’s when she meets David Jones—a ruthless billionaire CEO and Clark’s sworn business rival.

Cold. Powerful. Dangerous.

David offers her a deal:
A one-year contract marriage.
No love. No emotions.

In return, he will pay for her mother’s surgery.

Judy agrees—not just to save her mother, but to take revenge on the man who betrayed her.

What starts as a loveless contract soon turns into a dangerous game of desire, power, and buried secrets. As Judy steps into the world of wealth and revenge, she must decide—

Is she just using David for survival…
Or is she slowly falling for the man she was never supposed to love?

"Forget the vows," he said. "I will break you. I will make you miserable. And I will make sure you regret what you did every single day of your life."
I was never meant to be his bride.
I was the mistake he could never erase.
Killian hated me for simply existing. Every time his eyes met mine, they burned with fury and something far more dangerous. The hatred between us was suffocating. So was the heat.
Then there was Nolan.
His brother. Quiet. Controlled. Deadly.
He did not look at me like I was ruined. He looked at me like he wanted all of me, body and soul.
I never meant for this to happen. But when you are starving for something real, guilt can taste a lot like desire.
Now I am trapped between two brothers.
One who wants to destroy me.
And one who already has.
This is not just a love triangle.
It is a war.
And I am the weapon.

Lia Wagner’s life ended in betrayal—pregnant, abandoned, and broken. But death wasn’t the end. Reborn with strange powers, she’s ready to take Hollywood by storm.
Her ex shows up, whining: “Baby, take me back!”
Lia just laughs. “In your dreams.”
Enter the mysterious CEO: “She’s mine now. Guards!”
Glitz, revenge, romance—Lia’s rewriting her script. The only question is: when the spotlight hits, will she follow her rage… or her heart?

"I'm pregnant, Xarion."
He doesn't even look at her.
"Abort it."
Four years later, she is no longer the wolfless girl who once begged for his love.
She is a mother. A warrior. A woman who rebuilt herself from the ashes he left behind.
And she has no intention of ever belonging to him again.
Until fate brings them face to face.
"You belong to me, Megan," Xarion growls, backing her into the shadows.
"Not anymore."
But this time, Megan is no longer the one with everything to lose.
He doesn't know she was never wolfless.
He doesn't know the truth behind the prophecy that forced him to push her away.
And he has no idea their twins are alive.
Now, as enemies rise and secrets begin to unravel, Xarion is forced to confront the truth: that the woman he broke is the only one he cannot live without.
He let her go once.
This time, he'll fight fate, enemies, and even himself to win her back and become the man she deserved all along.

"I can do anything just to get your forgiveness," said Allen with the pleading tune, he knows that he can't be forgiven for the mistake, he has done, he knows that was unforgivable but still, he wants to get 2nd chance,

"did you think, getting forgiveness is so easy? NO, IT IS NOT, I can never forgive a man like you, a man, who hurt me to the point that I have to lose my unborn child, I will never forgive you" shouted Anna on Allen's face, she was so angry and at the same, she wants revenge for the suffering she has gone through, what will happen between them and why does she hate him so much,

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A Twisted Reverse Harem Erotica | College Drama 18+
I came to Hargrove University with two goals.
Graduate from medical school.
Lose my virginity.
The first seemed easy.
The second turned into an obsession.
Everything changed the day I met my roommates. I was playing their games, breaking my own rules, and chasing experiences I never knew I wanted.
One night became two.
Two became too many.
Soon I wasn’t just sleeping with strangers but my stepdad too.
Threesomes became a norm.
Orgasm parties were a norm too.
But while I was busy losing myself in pleasure, something else was happening.
Professors began noticing the way my mind worked. Diagnoses came to me before anyone else saw them. Patterns revealed themselves as if they had always been waiting for me. The deeper I fell into temptation, the more impossible it became to ignore one terrifying truth.
I wasn’t just another medical student.
I was becoming someone extraordinary.
Now I’m caught between two addictions: the thrill I’ve spent years feeding… and the future I was born for.
The question is, which one will consume me first?
Read this book to see how Quin went from watching her roommates make out to partaking in all forms of forbidden and dark sx because she just wants to get laid.
Her hand gripped the doorknob so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Quin knew she should leave. She should back out into the hallway and pretend she had forgotten her key, anything to erase the image of Mara’s head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Jade’s tongue worked her over or the sight of Marcus’s rod. But her feet were rooted to the spot.
A heat, unfamiliar and intense, bloomed in her lower belly. She had read about this, but seeing it, the wet, slick sounds of Jade’s mouth, and the way Mara’s fingers clawed at the sheets and the way Marcus d**k stood erect, was something else entirely.
Then, Mara’s eyes snapped open. They locked onto Quin standing in the doorway. There was no shame in that gaze, only a dark, heavy-lidded amusement.
"Well, well," Mara gasped, her voice breathless and ragged. She didn't push Jade away; instead, she tangled a hand in the brunette's dark hair, pressing her face harder against her cunt. "Look what the cat dragged in."
"Quin," Jade purred, crawling up Mara’s body to nuzzle at her neck. "We were just talking about you. wondering if you’d ever get that stick out of your ass and join the real world." she glanced at Marcus too who nodded his head.
Quin’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I... didn't mean to interrupt. I'll go."
Ohhh, she didn’t go, she joined in and got initiated into dark sx.

Warning: matured contents.

Light strokes of the ropes were on her wrist as she massaged it slowly, she felt the handsome man grab her right hand, took the thumb, poked it with a pocket knife and pressed it at the back of the folder.

"Are you nuts?" She yelled in pain, grabbing her hand back from his grasp and sucking her bleeding thumb.

"72 hours, and if you fail you will face the consequences of my contract."

Dawn Hemlocks a fashion design student tries her hand on hacking and gets caught in a web that might take her life. She negotiates her options and signs an unknown contract given to her by the well know heartless billionaire Stephan Klar. Will she be able to break free or find herself tangled into a web of love, murder and deceit?

Alice was a plain girl. Everything about her was ordinary; plain dresses, plain hair, plain face. When she applied to an assistant position for the most famous company in the city, the Alonzo Company, she wasn't aware that her life was about to change for good.

The two heirs of the Alonzo family, Matt and Damion were brothers and the most vicious rivals from the childhood. They were known with their keen eyes to see a prize, even if it was buries six feet under the ground. They could recognize it and dig it out. When Matt seen Alice, it was no different for him. He was willing to scrape the shell of her and make her his. And he was willing to do it before his brother comes in to the picture. If he recognizes the same thing Matt seen in Alice, a competition was inevitable.

And Matt was more than ready to face Damion if necessary.

@Not one, but more

Rico was exhausted went he went home, He is a lawyer and he just won another case he handled today. Rico looked at the picture on his desk beside his bed. It was his picture together with Alice… it has been 3 years already when Alice left him without a word. Rico's past with Alice is still fresh in his memory… it's because… Alice is Rico's first love.

3 years ago...

"Will you marry me, Alice?", Rico happily said while on his knee in front of many people. Alice was surprised and she worriedly looked at the people around them.

'Why are you doing this Rico? Stand up, please.", Alice said with worry.

"Then say YES.", Rico smiled with full confidence as if teasing Alice. He is quite sure that he is truly loved by the woman in front of him. Alice gave him everything, her whole self and that is enough proof that she loved him too.

'Rico… I'm not ready..", Alice shyly said. Rico was embarrassed but he didn't remove his happy smile on his pretty face.

'Please stand up!", Alice said and was about to cry. For this reason, Rico panicked when he saw her tears and he hurriedly stood up and went to her.

"Don't cry... I can wait for sure.", Rico assured Alice. Aliced hugged Rico tightly and cried.

"Rico... I love you.", Alice whispered with tears on her eyes.

"I love you more, Alice.", Rico hugged her back and smiled to soothe her.

'Promise… I will wait for you, Alice. You will be the only woman that I will marry because you're the only one I love.", Rico said to her.

The next day, Rico found out that Alice went away without informing him. Her friends told her that she went abroad already. And ever since that day, Rico never saw Alice again. He didn't receive anything from Alice, not a text or call, nothing. It has been 3 years already when Rico had become like this. It has been 3 years since he had been continually enduring the sadness and hoping that one day he will fulfill his promise to Alice… even though there is no assurance that she will go back to him again. Due to this, Rico is incapable of loving other woman than Alice. And if Alice won't come back, his heart will continue being dead when it comes to love.

“Moan for me,” he whispers into my ear. The feel of his breath turns me on even more. I gasp as his thumb rubs against my clit. I can feel the pleasure building in my core. “I want to hear you calling out my name.”


Elise finds out she isn't human but a dark faerie, the dark faerie prince Ezra wants she to himself as she is his destined mate but she is also werewolf Kyros fated mate.
What happens when she ends up in a love triangle with a werewolf and the dark faerie prince?

With abashed steps, she walked into the living room, already grunting before her mother started ranting. Ummah examined her from head to toe before she scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief. What sort of stubborn child does she have? Among her four daughters, Hidayah was the only one giving her a tough time. And she always questioned herself for making Hidayah her favourite child at the same time treating them with equal love.

Hidayah pretended as if no one was in the living room and started walking towards the stairs. 'Hidayah come back here!" Ummah instructed her. Hidayah hesitated before she halted and slowly turned to look at Ummah. 'I called your friend, Yasmeen and she told me you guys were done with your exams for the day since 12 noon. Now look at the time."

Hidayah swallowed the anger and heaved a sigh. She needn't to be on her mother's bad side that night. At least for the sake of Adam and the party they were going to attend tonight. 'Something came up and I had to stay in school and tackle it." Without waiting to hear more of her mother's rants, she walks off to her room.

Ummah looked at her retreating back and shook her head. She believed it was a trial and she would surely pass it.

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

Presley Duval had a nickname for me all through high school. Two-Twenty.
Because at sixteen I weighed 220 pounds.
Thirteen years later she rented out a private beach in Cabo for our class reunion. One rule. Every woman had to show up in a bikini.
She made a point of sending me one.
By the time I got there her phone was already up on a tripod, live. 370,000 people watching.
"She's actually gonna show?" someone asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Presley smiled into the camera. "I had the hotel set aside an extra-large changing tent just for her. Wouldn't want her scaring the other guests when she takes her clothes off."
Everyone around her cracked up.
"I got her a gift, too."
She lifted a pink bag off her chair and pulled out a neon pink bikini. It took two people, one on each end, just to hold it stretched out.
"3XL. I called the company. That's the biggest they make. If it still snaps, that's not on me."
A row of phones went up.
"Don't laugh." She hung the bikini over the back of the chair. "Two-Twenty's had it rough. If I hadn't stayed on her about her weight back then, who knows if she'd even be able to walk through that door today."
"Oh, and I invited someone from Meridian." She lifted her chin. "So certain people can see what a real body looks like. Instead of copying models online and embarrassing themselves."
What she didn't know was that the big shot she kept name-dropping worked for me.
I walked down the boardwalk and stopped right in front of her.
"Where's the tent?"

"You are nothing but a plaything! You exist to be used!"
When the man who once promised eternal love roared these cruel words, Angel's illusion of a happy marriage was shattered into bloody pieces.
Four years ago, endless domestic violence and humiliation dragged her into a living hell. Yet, that physical nightmare was merely the prelude to an even darker conspiracy.
Four years later, she finds herself trapped in a much more terrifying trap. To completely tame her, a mysterious controller is injecting her with a dangerous drug called "Therapyne." It is designed to block out her memory and numb out her emotions, erasing who she is. As her past slips away day by day, Angel struggles desperately on the edge of losing herself, knowing she might disappear forever.
A desperate plea for help becomes her last saving straw. Under constant surveillance, her friend must break into the core office to steal the personal clipboard, the hidden camera footage, and most importantly, a vial of Therapyne.
This is a brutal race against time. When Angel's mind finally goes completely blank, will she still be able to recognize the one who risks everything to save her? Will she break free from the shackles, or will she be reduced to a perfect, emotionless puppet forever?

My adopted sister, Cordelia, conspired with her biological mother to harvest my organs alive, yet she had the audacity to claim I paid thugs to rape her.
My biological parents didn't bother to ask for the truth. They cursed me, calling me a vicious bastard, and threatened to break my legs.
My fiancé, Caspian, coldly announced the cancellation of our engagement, declaring he would marry the very murderer who killed me.
I had been dead for exactly three days. No one cared. My body was rotting back in a moldy storage room.
Through it all, my soul was trapped in the manor, forced to witness this absurd farce.
But what they didn't expect was that when they finally learned of my death—
Everyone went completely insane.

My younger sister, Freya, was preparing for her advanced training in New York the following week, so she dragged me to the dance studio to help her correct her movements. I put on my dance shoes as usual and stood in the center of the floor, ready to demonstrate a turn.

The moment my foot slipped, I didn't even have time to react.

My body hit the ground hard, and the sharp pain from the back of my head nearly made me lose consciousness. I lay on the cold floor, my throat tight, unable to even cry out for help.

When Mother rushed in, she didn't spare me a glance.

She immediately helped Freya up and took her to the hospital. I missed the critical window for treatment and died on the way to the hospital.

I am Loraine Windrug, the most eligible bachelorette on this continent, every man competes for exclusive rights to me. My bank account is loaded, I even own more cars than I can drive, my multimillion-dollar mansion has every convenience imaginable.
Men long for me, either for their guaranteed business success after a date with me or as hunters because of my reputation as an elusive billionaire. Love is written all over me, everything I touch turns to gold. But I only date a handful of hotly singles with whom I share a secret friends-with-benefits relationship, satisfying my freaky side with wild, kinky sex. But I never trade my virginity.
And then comes that inescapable moment when I fall hard on that one man who is far beyond my reach. Dordrich Fellogan; is a billionaire media mogul, but sadly enough, married and with children.
Yet I pursue him, had him deep inside me, but couldn’t keep him. For his love is not mine. After a jealous ex-lover hints his wife, she catches us red-handed in the act, started an embarrassing scene which was uploaded on social media.
Then I flee from his life.
Five years later, when he is left a broken, bankrupt man, I return. I face him as a business partner. I own almost all the shares of his company. His wife abandoned him at the lowest point of his life, his future is now in my hands. I reinstate his media chain, drive him crazy with lust, but keep him out of my bed. When Elena wants him back, he’s to decide between Elena and me. But I am true love, desirable, unforgettable and more. The triumph card is with me…

When Thane Kago took over the position of Alpha in Harper Rae's pack, he had only one thing on his mind, more power and the beautiful Harper Rae. Harper had no idea that an old folklore would have Thane's bloodthirsty eyes trained solely on her.

Thane was Intent on making the beautiful Harper his chosen mate and Luna, but when she refused his advances, Thane decided to break her into submission. Little did he know, even mutilating her parents right in front of her would only make her fight harder against him.

Gabriel Mason is the son of an Alpha of one of the most powerful power packs in the region, The Harmony Moon Pack. He first met Harper when she visited with his father to ask for asylum in hopes of becoming a member of their pack. Gabriel's entire world shifted the moment he first laid eyes on her, and he became hellbent making Harper his.

Harper is shy and innocent, but that doesn't mean she is weak and afraid. Her strength and determination will match that of a true fated Luna. She won't back up for anyone or anything… unless it means protecting the only thing she has left to fight for.

With the memory of what happened to her parents, Thane may have found the one and only thing that will force Harper to submit to him. Harper's eighteenth birthday is rapidly approaching, and Thane's obsession with Harper is only growing stronger. Will headstrong Harper allow Gabriel to put his life in danger to help her, or is she determined to fight this battle alone? Follow Harper's journey as folklores become reality, powers are awakened, and a new race is born.

Everyone used to say Ryan Scott loved me more than his own life.
I used to believe that too.
Then I found out I was pregnant with Ryan’s child—
and that’s when my adopted sister told me she was pregnant with his child as well.
So I chose revenge.
I emptied his accounts, staged the perfect accident, and planned my own “death.”
On the day I “died,” Ryan completely broke down, clutching my urn like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
While he sobbed his heart out in front of my photo, I was already holding another man’s hand—the man who never let go of me when I was at my lowest—
and walking toward the brand‑new life that truly belonged to me.

IT ALL STARTED WHEN I WAS 15 YEARS OLD,
I LIVE WITH MY UNCLE RICHARD AND HIS MATE THE DEVIL CALL KHLOE
RICHARD WAS A WEREWOLF, KHLOE ON THE OTHER HAND WAS A DIFFERENT STORY SHE'S A WITCH
VERY POWERFUL AND DOES BLACK MAGIC.
SHE'S THE WORSE PERSON TO EVER COME ACROSS......
EVIL DOESN'T DESCRIBE WHAT KHLOE IS.I WAS BROUGHT UP WITH ONLY ALLOWING THE BASIC TO LIVE LIFE,UNCLE RICHARD TOLD ME HOW MY MUM AND DAD AND BROTHERS DIDNT WANT ME AND TRIED TO KILL ME

"How can I marry a man I do not know?"

"Your father is the one who decides what can happen."

"Why do I have to marry him?"

"Your father wants to do business with him, and it is so much that it would take us from top twenty to top ten."

Nirelle’s fate is sealed. After a life of endless scrubbing, suffering, and silence, her father decides her worth lies in securing a business deal. A deal so massive, it promises to thrust their family into elite status—at the cost of her freedom.

Married off to a man cloaked in more secrets than the night sky, Nirelle wants to run. But there's nowhere to go. With every ounce of strength she has left, she chooses to shift prisons—from her father’s oppressive home to her new husband’s mansion.

Lucien Vexley is nothing like she expected. The name alone strikes fear on the streets, the rumours painting him as a shadowy, ruthless enigma. Yet the man sitting across from her at the dining table, caring for her in ways she’s never known, is nothing like the beast they described.

Lucien is a mystery she can’t seem to solve, and worse, he is her father's enemy.

"Marry me before I die, and after that, I will make sure your daughter will get a new heart. Just marry me, and say 'I do' in front of my parents." - SPADE CEDRIC VASILE

To fulfill his promise to his parents, Spade was prepared to marry without the binding of so-called love, just a pure contract until his dying day. Yet, would Spade still wish for death when his heart slowly fell for his wife, who wished for nothing more than for his life to be extended? Will the heavens heed his plea to prolong his days, if only to remain with the woman who ignited his desire to live?

She gave up her career for love, only to be betrayed, humiliated, and replaced by his first love. Heartbroken, she filed for divorce.
At the press, she publicly exposed his most embarrassing secret, shocking the whole world. Once a neglected wife, she returned as a top medical genius and watched him fall apart.
He begged for forgiveness, but she had already moved on—cold, proud, and free.

After quitting her horrible job as an assistant to a magazine company, Princi Jona got her dream job as a high manager in a large company called the Davis Company.
But unlucky her, she ended up getting stuck in the elevator on her very first day with a sea blue eyes stranger. After deciding to pass the time through games and getting to know each other, Prinic ended up striking the strange at the back of his hands because os the game until he called it quits.
After they went their separate ways, Princi made it in time for her first meeting, only to realize that the stranger she had slapped continuously was non other than her boss, Shawn Davis.
let the game of hide and seek begin...

Evangeline’s father secretly borrowed money from the Alpha’s underground empire. When he disappears, the debt falls on her. The Alpha offers a way out: marry him, or suffer the consequences.

Dominic Vaughan, a man whose world is shrouded in mystery and darkness, dealing with the dangerous side of the world finds the little kitten who was abandoned cute so he decided to play with her for a while. But she turned out to be his mate. One who he has been searching for all this while?

On the first day of college, Aveline’s world shatters when her parents announce their divorce, and somehow, she feels to blame.

Lost, angry, and desperate to forget the pain, she goes to a party where one reckless night changes everything. A stranger. One intense connection. A virginity she never planned to lose.

But fate isn’t finished with her.

When Aveline returns home, her father introduces his new fiancé and her son. The same boy from that unforgettable night.

Now trapped between guilt, desire, and a secret that could tear her family apart, Aveline must face the consequences of crossing a line she never knew existed.

Some mistakes don’t stay buried. They knock at your door and call themselves family.

A car crash stole my memories, but gave me the perfect "boyfriend."

When I woke up, tattooed Knox held my hand and said: "I'm your boyfriend." I believed him. His tenderness, his daughter's affection, those photos of "us together"—what a beautiful lie.

Until a children's choir sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," and shattered memories flooded back: I was a kindergarten teacher falsely accused of child abuse, my ex-boyfriend Zephyr abandoned me for his career, his new girlfriend Sterling orchestrated the entire trap that even led to my car crash and amnesia...

And Knox? He was a complete stranger!

The most twisted part—I actually fell in love with this man who lied to me.

When Zephyr returned with regret, when Sterling threatened with malicious intent, when Knox waited in fear for my judgment... I made the craziest choice:

"I choose this lie."

In my past life, I loved the wrong man, chose the wrong path, and died trapped in an underground prison.

Reborn and given a second chance, facing the choice between the Blackwood brothers, everyone expected me to fall into Kellan's arms again—that once "perfect lover," that demon who tortured me to death.

But this time, I chose his older brother, Kai.

I chose the eldest son rumored to be cold and ruthless, the dangerous man who handled "gray business" overseas, the only person who bled for me in my previous life.

When I took Kai's hand in front of everyone, Kellan lost his mind, and so did my twin sister Aria.

"You love me!" Kellan screamed hysterically. "How could you choose that cold-blooded bastard?"

I smiled calmly: "Because this time, I'm choosing someone who truly loves me."

The pain of my past life won't repeat itself. The revenge of this life has only just begun.

On the day I lost our child, I discovered my husband entwined in an affair with his secretary.

He hurried to my hospital bed, tears brimming in his eyes, vowing that we would have another baby—while his mistress was already sixteen weeks pregnant.

Thus, I granted him his wishes: a lamenting wife's performance, a fabricated death, and a clean escape.

Three months later, he crashed through the door, eyes frenzied, proclaiming he would set the world ablaze to earn my forgiveness.

Anna Brown has the ability to dream and go to the Moonland, the land of werewolves, and dark creatures. But she wished all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dreams were different. Her dreams weren't colors of rainbows and sunshine, her dreams became her reality, after all, she was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The last of her bloodline. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of the Moon and Fire. However, Anna was beyond miserable, how fate played her, how she was just a pawn to an ancient war of werewolves. Her fierce visions were her grief untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But she has to let the long-lost Golden Alpha Harry Camilton in so he can trust him yet, she doesn't know whom to trust and they shattered her hope, lies were told. Would she choose the promise of his love or choose the call of the Moon Goddess?

Marigold never asked to be hunted, mistaken for her dead twin, or babysat by the most terrifying Alpha in the kingdom. Gregor says it’s life or death. She says it’s annoying. Between botched impressions of her glamorous sister, endless sass, and the fact that her only spare clothes are long gone, survival feels like one big joke—until the Black Fang pack closes in with blood in their teeth.
He’s massive, ruthless, and maddeningly protective. She’s reckless, sharp-tongued, and absolutely not afraid of him. Together, they’re running for their lives beneath the storm—but what’s more dangerous? The assassins hunting them…or the sparks threatening to burn them both alive?

The day his fiancée returned his ring, his best friend was already holding her hand. His family signed the papers before the ink dried. His guild threw away his name like a receipt.
Ethan Cole was labeled F-Rank — the lowest of the low. Trash. Not worth a second glance.
They were right about one thing: no standard scanner could read his System.
Because the Primordial System doesn't show up on standard scanners.
Now Ethan mops floors in the same building where his enemies make decisions. He listens to conversations no one thinks he can hear. Every night, he descends alone into an unregistered dungeon beneath the city — hunting, growing, and waiting.
They discarded him.
They have no idea what they threw away.

Seven years ago, Cate Sullivan was presumed dead following a tragic fire while she was carrying twins. The man who loved her with all his heart, Dylan Carter, buried her himself… but he didn't recover.
Surprisingly, She survived. Devastated, psychologically damaged, and suffering from amnesia, she has been raising twins for the past seven years in poverty, unaware of the billionaire who lost her and is still looking for the woman he never stopped loving.
That changes on a snowy night when he finds a young boy stealing from Cate's grave… a boy who looks like him. Because contrary to what he thought all these years, his deceased lover has returned along with his twins.
But someone is determined to keep the truth buried forever. As old memories resurface and dangerous secrets unravel, Cate and Dylan are pulled back into a love story destroyed by betrayal, obsession, and seven years of heartbreaking separation.
Yet the closer they grow, the more deadly the past becomes. Because the woman who tried to erase Cate once before is prepared to do it again.
In a story filled with painful misunderstandings, hidden identities, emotional reunions, and a love powerful enough to survive death itself, one question remains: What happens when the man who buried you discovers even in poverty and memory loss you never stopped loving him?

On our wedding day, she vanished wearing the gown I had bought for her.
I didn’t chase her. Instead, I went back to the operating table.
For three years, I had paid off her debts and filled the holes she left behind—enough for her to live a second life. My heart couldn't take it anymore; I had a stent implanted, though she never knew.
Three days later, I died in the hospital corridor. My ECG flatlined.
She didn’t know. She was still at a cocktail party in another city, clinking glasses with someone else.
A month later, she came back, kneeling before my tombstone in tears.
But it was all too late.

I was the heir of Sliver Claw Pack, born with a crippled wolf spirit.
From the day I could walk, everyone said the same thing—
Only Harvey, the future Alpha of Black Moon Pack, would ever be willing to take me as his mate.
So when he publicly canceled our mate bond, I still believed every word he said.
He told me the woman had saved his life. He told me their bond was only temporary—three years. He promised that when those three years ended, he would marry me.
So I willingly became the lover who could never stand in the light.
Until the three-year deadline approached. To negotiate with a rival Alpha, he pushed me— a woman born with a crippled wolf spirit, a woman who could not even shift— into a brutal forest trial filled with beasts.
He said it was the last time. He said that when it was over, he would marry me.
But when the leopard tore open my chest, I finally understood— The wolf placed last in the pack…was the one abandoned to die.
Yet the Moon Goddess gave me a second life.
When I returned to the age of twenty-two and saw him holding that woman’s hand again, I finally realized something.
This time, I would never be his shadow mate again.
And his insane younger brother—looked at me beneath the moonlight and blood and said, “Emma, I can be your mate.”

I was an orphan, and a rare heart condition ate away at me for twenty years. The night I died in that cold hospital room, a reaper in a black robe came for me.

He told me if I crossed into a world of werewolves, into the Moonheart Pack, and made Estelle's family genuinely love me — Estelle being the real daughter who'd died a horrible death there — and if I rewrote the ending where they all went mad and tore each other apart, I'd get my health back for good. A second life.

For twenty years in that body, I loved every single one of them with everything I had.

My husband Rhett was the youngest Alpha the pack had ever had. I mentioned once that I wanted Alaskan wild berries, and he drove a thousand miles overnight to get them. My mother Sylvia, the pack's head healer, made me tonics herself every single day. My father Everett and my brother Callum spoiled me so much the whole pack envied me for it.

I thought I'd actually rewritten my fate. I thought I was the happiest person alive.

Until that night.

I'm carrying a berry pie I baked myself toward the council hall when I hear my mother's voice, flat and cold.

"Estelle's heart is finally in perfect condition. Now's the best time to take it."

"Her heart buys Lila's life. She should be grateful for it." Rhett says it like it's nothing. "Once we take the heart, I'll dissolve the mate bond myself."

So this is it. All that kindness was just to grow a healthy heart for their adopted girl.

Three years. I've spent three years trying to love them, to thaw them out, to change things.

Then let it end here.

Three years ago, on their way to attend my graduation art exhibition, the cruise ship carrying my fiancé and my family caught fire.

Over the past three years, I downed sleeping pills countless times, desperately wanting to follow them into the afterlife. Every single time, my adopted sister, Serena, saved me, crying hysterically as she shoved her fingers down my throat to make me throw up.

"They are already gone! Harper, you can't keep living in the past. You have to live on for their sake!"

After fainting from yet another high fever and being rushed to the hospital, I was diagnosed with terminal leukemia.

The doctor said I had a month left, at most.

I refused their advice to find a bone marrow match. Clutching my family's belongings, I decided to go back to our old estate in the suburbs for one last look.

While I was walking in a daze, a little boy running wildly crashed hard into my legs.

A male voice that had haunted my dreams for years rang out from behind me. "Alistair, if you keep running off, what will you do if Mommy and Daddy don't want you anymore?"

In an instant, it felt like I had been plunged into freezing water. I froze in place.

I run the group. She was a college student I once sponsored.

Because I liked her, I gave her extra help—tuition support, an internship, a place to stay, and quiet access to my world. But we were never official, and nothing inappropriate ever happened.

I thought she understood boundaries. She thought I couldn’t walk away.

At an alumni speech, she built her “survivor” image by hinting she’d been gently controlled and kept on a leash by someone with resources. The clip was edited to perfection and went viral overnight—framed as me “preying on young women.”

Deals froze. A seven-figure contract got shelved. Reporters started circling.

I expected her to stop. On the phone, she laughed: “Attention is opportunity.”

That afternoon, I cut off her card, changed the locks, terminated the internship, and had counsel serve the letter.

She thought I’d soften. I simply made one thing clear: some attraction ends at the line—and some consequences never come with a warning.

A cheating husband. A burning curse. One forbidden night with a stranger who isn’t a stranger at all.
When Rose DeLuca’s world falls apart, the man who saves her turns out to be the Alpha she was destined for....and the billionaire who’s ready to claim everything, including her.

18+ WARNING: This novel contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, betrayal, and dark romance.

Seven days before the apocalypse, my vampire parents forced me to hand over three million to buy a house for my baby brother in full.

As an actuary, I knew that order would collapse in seven days and the money would become worthless. So I not only readily agreed, but also used their family's records as collateral to raise millions in high-interest loans, building an impregnable, top-secret fortress.

Seven days later, an unexpected change occurred.

The debt-collecting gangs and the endless horde of zombies drove them to the brink of despair. Meanwhile, I sat in a temperature-controlled safe house, sipping freshly ground coffee, calmly watching the cannibalistic karmic retribution unfold on the security camera.

In the apocalypse, there is no family affection, only the probability of survival.

In their eyes, I’m a limping janitor who can’t even hold a cup of hot coffee steady.
The head of security can grind his polished boot on my fingers whenever he wants. The gorgeous CEO looks at me with pure disgust for a coward. Even the front desk girl can yell at me as she pleases.
I sprawl on the carpet like an old dog—stuttering, shrinking, obedient.
But they don’t know that if I wanted to, snapping their necks would take only 0.6 seconds.
Three years ago, I was the Seventh Fleet’s sharpest one-man operator. To uncover a cross-border money-laundering network worth tens of billions, I faked my death and lay low inside this filthy corporate empire, mopping floors for three years.
Until today—when that arrogant European mafia titan dropped to his knees in front of my dirty mop bucket, in full view of the entire company.
That’s when I knew.
Three years of disguise were finally about to be torn apart.

Allene is a woman who has sat in rooms with presidents, negotiated ceasefires between packs that have been at war for centuries, and buried three men who threatened the peace her father spent his life building. Nobody calls her dangerous to her face. They just make sure not to cross her. She is the human face of the most important treaty in existence — the fifty year agreement that keeps wolves and mankind from open war. She knows every clause, every consequence, every line that cannot be crossed.
The most absolute of all of them is the bond. No mating between human and wolf. Ever. The punishment is death for both parties. She helped write the updated clause herself. So when the Alpha of the oldest pack on earth looks at her across a peace summit and every wolf in the room goes completely still — she feels it the same moment he does and understands immediately exactly how much trouble she is in.
Caelen doesn't approach her. Doesn't speak to her. But none of them can deny the buds sprouting and growing between the two of them.
What they don't know yet is that the bond didn't activate by accident. Three generations back her bloodline stopped being purely human. Her great grandmother was a wolf who chose humanity and had the shift surgically severed, which meant she wasn't exactly who she thought she was.
No matter how much they tried to keep the secret, the truth always had a way of resurfacing and when this dangerous truth threatened to take away everything they had, Allene had no other choice but to fight to save her heart.
And when she chose to burn everything down, she waited to see if Caelen would rise from the ash with her.

Amanda Rousso married Kenneth Chavez for the thought that all her problems when it comes to finances will solve everything, but she is wrong because the moment she said yes to the fixed marriage, her soul was already buried six feet under the ground.

She never thought she would become a pawn in Kenneth’s twisted game, and trapped her in the marriage filled with broken vows and lies. Throughout 5 years of being together, she was able to learn how to love him and obey him, but Kenneth was so abusive and couldn't accept her because, for him, Amanda is the reason why his first love left him. In order to avenge her, she must endure all the cold treatment.

In the darkest moments of her life, Amanda decided to escape, and she stumbled into the arms of Damon Vera, the king of Mafia society who was feared by everyone. Damon pledged to protect her, but with one condition. She will marry Damon.

Now, Amanda must decide. Will she marry Damon to spare her life and run away from her past that keeps hunting her or get entangled in his life and power as if she stepped into another level of prison?

I bled for her company.
Literally.
Seventy-two hours straight at the keyboard until my nose dripped blood onto the keys.
She couldn't answer thirty calls while I lay dying—she was too busy riding her boy toy in Cabo.
So I did what any good programmer does with corrupted files.
I hit delete.
On everything.
Her access. Her code. Her future.
What I built, I could destroy.

In my previous life, I gave away all my resources to save people, but my godfather broke my legs and fed me to the zombies.
Reincarnated 30 days before the apocalypse, I borrowed millions to build a nuclear-proof bunker and bought twelve retired, violent, and rabid dogs.
Extreme cold descends. With nowhere else to turn and in a desperate attempt to survive, the priest forces a space-age ability user to pinpoint the coordinates of the area inside the bunker with the "highest concentration of heat," and then forcibly teleports to steal the bunker.
He landed laughing wildly, feeling the scorching heat wave hitting him, thinking he had taken over my generator room and greenhouse.
I sneered and remained silent through the bulletproof glass.
This idiot has no idea that the hottest place in my shelter... has never been the generator.

"Get out of here with your dying bastard!"
My son suddenly fell critically ill, and the only matching organ was locked in my wife's family's cold storage. I stormed into the company with my critically ill child, only to be met with a severe suspension notice.
Everyone thought I was some lowly social outcast, someone they could crush at any moment.
Until I pulled out that dusty badge, my father-in-law, who controlled a New York business empire, was so terrified that he cleared the room on the spot, his legs going weak.
"Arrange surgery for my son immediately." I looked at him coldly. "If he misses the optimal transplant window, I guarantee your entire family, and this city, will be executed for him."

"I need an accident—one that looks fatal," I said calmly into the encrypted phone. "It's the only way to escape him."
Rumors swirl that this man—the underworld boss who controls half of Europe’s shadow economy—loves me beyond reason.
They say he defied his entire family for me. That this ruthless killer laid down his weapons just to cook me a meal.
For years, he made the world believe I was his one weakness—and even I almost believed it.
But instinct in a life-or-death moment doesn’t lie.
When bullets shattered the car window, he yanked the steering wheel on reflex—shielding my adopted sister in the passenger seat while leaving me, his wife, fully exposed to the hail of gunfire.
As I lay bleeding, desperately trying to protect our unborn child… he was busy cradling her in his arms.
While I endured everything for our future, he signed over the estate—the one he promised would be our retire place—to that lying sister.
That’s when I knew: some loves are just performances for the living.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
I left behind a positive pregnancy test—six weeks along—and drove straight into the deep ocean, staging the most brutal finale right before his eyes.