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“Sex once a week,” he said firmly.
“Twice a month,” i countered.
“My only condition is to have an heir,” he insisted, “compared to your many terms.”

Murdered by her husband and betrayed by her own cousin, Adriana is inexplicably sent back in time with a second chance at life. Fueled by revenge, she swears to bring justice to everyone who wronged her. But when Martin Raymond “Ray” demands a contract marriage with weekly nights together and a claim on her future child, Adriana faces a battle far more dangerous than she imagined — a battle for her heart.

Chloe Knight is a caregiver to younger brother and sister after her parents are murdered. Not long after the parents death Chloe's younger sister become seriously ill and is diagnosed with leukaemia. In a desperate attempt to get a job she meets Jai Marshall. He's the owner of a seclusive bar called Lusive.

PS DON'T OVERANALYSE THE STORY WHEN READING. IT IS AFTER ALL JUST MY MIND GOING CRAZY TO GIVE YO'LL A STORY ☺️.

Their worlds were never meant to clash, but through knowing each other their lives unraveled.

"Don't think about Malcolm because I am not him. I will treat you better, give you the desires of your heart, showered you with kisses that will make you weak at the knees, even go as far as giving you my heart, but just don't leave me," he said looking lost as he pulled her closer supporting her some more.

"No, no, not again," I murmured as my heart rate increased.

"Then this is what is going to happen. Tomorrow we are getting married I don't care if you have to be in bed for the ceremony but so be it. We are going to live together as man and wife, and I am going to f***k that idiot out of your system until I am the only one in your mind, until you long for only my touch.....

Will you believe me, when I will tell I am the one whose partner was burnt in the Great Library of Min-Ho? Will you believe me? Will you stay?

From centuries I have seen the world change greatly. Yet, I never met her again. Not even saw the same person again. Will I ever see her? Will ever Alina be born?

I am a spirit of a book of a Paranormal encyclopedia which was burned and made transformed into a human. I loved Fantasy. I still do.  She was always beside me like my partner. But everything was destroyed in the tragedy and I remained as a witness, whose life only crumpled century after century. Yet, I never found her.

Even in the year of 2024, I stayed single and keeps printing my own encyclopedia and books to stay alive for her.

Alive just for her.

Jordan's life took a different turn when his wife Rachel died. Rachel had been his childhood sweetheart and wife but died when she gave birth to their daughter.

Jordan swore to destroy everyone who made Rachel suffer and die and that made him go emotionally dead to love.

Many years passed but he chose not to fall in love with any woman again. Rachel was the love of his life and when she died,a part of him died with her.

But what happens when he meets the beautiful Tina Smith, a detective and a team member?

He fell in love with her, he couldn't help it, he tried rejecting the feeling, but he just couldn't help himself.

They both had something in common, one avenging his wife's death and the other, her mother's death.

Finding themselves in the same boat, they paired together and that strengthened Jordan's feelings and his dead emotions seemed to have come alive when he found Tina.

Will Tina be able to make him forget about the past, his obsession and find love again?

What does the future hold for the both of them? Love or a later rejection?

As I stand on the precipice of my decision, the weight of uncertainty crushes me like a vice. My heart races, caught in a whirlwind of anxiety and desperation. I feel trapped in a gilded cage, the bars made of privilege yet twisted by fear. My father's cruel laughter echoes in my mind, a constant reminder of the torment that shadows my every move. I want to scream, to break free from this suffocating existence that he controls, but instead, I find myself drawn to the dangerous allure of my plan. Kidnapping. It sounds insane, even to me—a spoiled mafia prince, seeking out a notorious Alpha to take me captive. Yet here I am, on the brink of embarking on a treacherous journey to reclaim my life.

I've always been adept at playing games, and this one is no different. But as I seek out Stefano, a man with a reputation as dark and complex as the shadows that envelop me. He’s a rugged Alpha, hardened by a world that has chewed him up and spat him out, yet there’s a glimmer of something else in his piercing blue eyes—something I can't quite put my finger on.

What begins as a cold calculation morphs into an intoxicating dance of manipulation and desire. Stefano and I are drawn together like moths to a flame, each of us fighting our own demons while simultaneously igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. I’m a player in a game where the stakes keep rising. Each encounter with him brings a new thrill, a new danger, and I start to wonder if I’m willing to risk everything—not just my life, but my heart.

In this chaos the only rules that it matters, is love and desire.

Leon is a waste collector. He collects waste from Leamington Enterprise and other commercial buildings. He's made friends in the company, interacting with them whenever he comes to collect the waste twice a week.

He sometimes interacts with the CEO whenever he's available. Everybody knows that the CEO and Leon know each other, but from where and how, they don't know.

Leon is a married man, who left his husband, home and accounting job to distress. He found his solace in the waste collection industry, where he's made friends and has a peace of mind.

This is about his life and how he tries to navigate each day that comes, with a pestering husband that won't admit the wrong he's done and trying to win him back.

“l’m here to make you more…..comfortable”
I gritted my teeth as the word left my mouth. For a bit, anger pushed against the fear in my body. How did my life get to this level?
“They sent a kid to make me more comfortable?”
“I’m not a kid,” my voice shook.
He stands up, the chain rattling as he moves. He’s taller than I thought, and looks even more dangerous and intimidating, if that was possible. He grabs my throat choking me until tears threaten to fall.
“Next time they send you here,” he says quietly. “It better be with a gun, because if you come back without one, I’ll show you the kind of monster your Alpha just captured.”
He pulled me up by my throat, my legs dangling above the ground and threw me against the door.
……………………
Auren was raised to be the heir of Silverveil pack until the night she woke up in the pool of her parents’ blood…..her wolf silent.
Her uncle took over as Alpha, branding her wolf less and cursed. Now she serves as nothing more than a slave in her own home. When her uncle’s men mistakenly capture the Demon King, Alpha Dravik—the most feared werewolf alive and the ruthless leader of the Bloodborn syndicate, he panics. To cover his mistake, he sends Auren to get close to him and use her body to get information.
Alpha Dravik is nothing like she expected. He should have killed her. Instead, he demands for her hand in front of the council to end the feud between the two packs. Everyone thinks it’s politics. Auren knows its punishment.
What happens when her wolf finally awakens and the first word it whispers is his name?

"His lips held a slight upturn, but his eyes glazed over her just as they did with everyone else.
Disinterest was his countenance... It was almost hostile.
Then she smelled him.


First, it itched.
Then, it burned.
Her toes curled as she fought to conceal the pain. Her skin seared, right on the back of her neck.
She hoped no one noticed the look of surprise that slid across her face. Dread quickly became the prominent emotion.
Laura glanced at Prince Rowan, his face was lightly scrunched, nose flaring.
Male shifters were born with their mate mark. Females acquired them later, after coming in contact with their fated mate.
She put extra effort into masking her smell, glamouring the new mark.
Fuck.
She didn’t want the one she had–let alone two. Her claws extended into the fabric of the chair.
And then she had to stand. "


Laura is a wolf shifter.

Dark hair, dark eyes, average looks, wolfless… if anyone else were to describe her.
Running away is what she did best, but recent events would say it was being captured.
Captured not once, but twice, with an embarrassingly short layover, Laura jumps from one enemy to another. One, a group of individuals playing collector to non-humans; the other, the pack she’d long abandoned–with the latter forcing her hand in a dated mating game.
Every generation, given the heir to the throne is male and mateless, there were trials held to find a suitable queen for the future king of wolf shifters. This generation’s heir apparent: Rowan Alexander Woulf.
Laura had more sensible things to do, like figuring out a certain organization’s agenda.

When desire walks in, rules go out the window…

Lior never meant to send the photo.
One reckless swipe and his boss, Adrian Valehart, CEO of Valehart Industries, was staring at something that could end both their careers.

Adrian was supposed to be untouchable. Married to a powerful socialite. A father. A man with everything to lose. But from the moment he saw Lior’s flushed lips and bare skin on his phone, he couldn’t get him out of his mind.

What began as a dangerous mistake turns into an addiction neither can quit. Stolen hours in glass-walled offices. Breathless meetings that end with the door locked. A lust so consuming, it threatens to burn their world down. Adrian’s world is built on power, money, and lies… and Lior is suddenly standing in the middle of it all.

When a corporate scandal, a crumbling marriage, and dangerous secrets close in, Lior must decide: run before he’s ruined, or risk everything for a man who was never his to love.

But some mistakes are worth every consequence.

Asha finds herself in the middle of the mating grounds where the mating night is supposed to take place. Confused, and trying to escape a crime she thinks she committed, she runs away from silver Crest pack.
    Fate then leads her to a dying stranger at a river bank. Healing him of his wounds, a glitch occurs and now his wolf lives in her.
  ...
   He is the Lycan Lord. But what is a Lycan without his wolf?
  Auren is saved by a strange girl who in the process 'steals' his wolf. Because of this, a forced proximity arises between them.
  He wants nothing but to get his wolf back.
  She wants nothing but to be free, and finally experience what love feels like.
     Maybe they could grant each other wishes, maybe.. maybe not.

Coralyn Calder has never had the luxury of slowing down.
Between crushing responsibility and a mother she’s spent years saving from herself, survival has always come before desire.
This Christmas, she chooses herself—for once.
A sponsored escape to a lavish French resort promises distance from her past, silence from her guilt, and a brief illusion of peace. But fate has other plans. A ruined dress, a missed reservation, and a raging snowstorm leave her stranded… and sharing a suite with Orion Merrick.
He’s dangerous in a way Coralyn isn’t prepared for—quiet, controlled, devastatingly handsome. A single father with a guarded heart, a watchful gaze, and a presence that strips her bare without a single touch.
What begins as forced proximity turns intimate fast. Stolen moments. Lingering looks. His sharp-tongued daughter playing matchmaker. Nights that blur boundaries and make promises neither of them should want.
Then her past arrives uninvited.
Kade—her obsessive ex—appears at the resort, dragging secrets, violence, and unfinished business behind him. When Coralyn’s mother dies under suspicious circumstances, buried truths rise to the surface, and the holiday fantasy shatters into something lethal.
Because this isn’t just about love anymore.
It’s about survival.
And some Christmas miracles don’t come wrapped in ribbon—
they come wrapped in blood.
Will Coralyn live long enough to claim hers?

She needed a place to stay. He needed to save his ranch. Together they just might make a home. Sgt. Dylan Banks lost more than just his leg in the war. His fiancée and family turned their backs on him as well. Now, he’s determined to create a safe place where wounded warriors like himself can heal. But a hidden zoning law requires all residents of the Purple Heart Ranch to be married. To save his dream, Dylan and his men will have to tie the knot—but can a man with such deep scars inside and out believe in love again?   Maggie Shaw lost both her job as a veterinary technician and her apartment on the same day. Who knew her unreasonable landlord would kick her out for being four dogs over the one pet limit? Now, she and her gang of special-needs dogs are in trouble. Then fate puts her in Dylan’s path with a proposal that seems too good to be true—but can her heart bear a loveless marriage of convenience?   Dylan yearns to reach out for Maggie’s healing touch, but he keeps his distance, convinced his wounds are too deep for her embrace. Maggie sees past Dylan’s injuries, but if she fails to capture his heart they both could lose it all: her beloved animals, his ranch, and each other.   Find out if love can truly heal all wounds in this light-hearted, sweet romance of convenient arrangements that unfold into lasting love. On His Bended Knee is the first in a series of marriage of convenience tales featuring Wounded Warriors who are healed with the power of love.

Carter and I have been together for five years. We never had actual sex.
During our most intimate moments, he would only ever slip a dark Violet Pearl deep inside of me. I honestly thought it was his way of cherishing me.
Until tonight.
I woke up totally naked to find a phone set up on the bed, its lens glaring right between my thighs, with a red "LIVE" icon blinking on the screen.
[The pearl matures Oct 31. Five years of cultivation!] the chat kept scrolling.
I checked the screen on my phone.
It’s October 30.

Born into the most powerful mafia family in the city, I've had seven bodyguards since I was ten years old.

Seven heirs from allied families. Seven men trained to protect me. Seven potential husbands.

On my eighteenth birthday, I had to pick one and marry him.

Everyone knew I'd choose Dante Lucchese. How could I not? I'd been stupidly in love with that arrogant bastard since I was seven.

But I'll never choose him again.

Because I've already lived through what happens when I do.

The wedding. The explosion. Flames devouring my dress as I clawed at Dante's sleeve, begging him to help me.

He ripped his arm away.

And ran straight to Isabella—the pathetic little charity case my family took in, who always played the victim so perfectly.

"Serena, stop being selfish!" he shouted over the roar of the fire. "Isabella's hurt worse than you! I have to save her first!"

I screamed his name as he disappeared into the smoke with her in his arms.

The last thing I heard was Isabella crying. The last thing I felt was my skin burning.

Then—nothing.

Until I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the calendar on my bedroom wall.

Six months before the wedding.

The morning my father called me into his study to tell me it was time to choose.

This time, I crossed Dante's name off the list first.

This time, I chose Enzo Corleone—the quiet one who never said much, who everyone underestimated.

The one who died trying to pull me out of that fire.

So why the hell is Dante on his knees at my wedding to Enzo, tears streaming down his face, begging me to marry him instead?

I am the jubilant champion's girlfriend, the blissful woman who will reveal to him tonight, "We are to become parents." Yet, I overheard the brutal truth: "The very thought of her mother once climbing into my father's bed fills me with revulsion for every second of this five-year charade."

It turns out that five years of affection was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated deceit.

In that moment of heartbreak and excruciating pain, our child slipped away as if making the final decision on my behalf. I incinerated all our memories, rendering them vapor in this world.

When that once indomitable champion finally realized his misplaced animosity, and in a desperate bid to find me, fractured his spine amidst the ruins while signing a pact with fate...I am the jubilant champion's girlfriend, the blissful woman who will reveal to him tonight, "We are to become parents." Yet, I overheard the brutal truth: "The very thought of her mother once climbing into my father's bed fills me with revulsion for every second of this five-year charade."

It turns out that five years of affection was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated deceit.

In that moment of heartbreak and excruciating pain, our child slipped away as if making the final decision on my behalf.

When that once indomitable champion finally realized his misplaced animosity, and in a desperate bid to find me, fractured his spine amidst the ruins while signing a pact with fate...

I woke up the morning the contract was due, picked up the pen, and crossed out my own name.
Wrote my sister's instead.
Last time, I packed away every leather jacket I owned and let Stefano Mastroianni's stylist dress me in things that needed dry cleaning. I sat straight at his family dinners and smiled until my face hurt. I let him correct my posture in front of his mother like I was something he hadn't finished training.
I did all of it, and I still ended up in the ground.
So this time I gave him Chiara. Took Pier Nine from my father as the price, and got out.
He thought he was getting his perfect bride.
On the wedding day, he reached for her hands—and felt it immediately. Smooth palms. Not a mark on them. Not the hands of a woman who'd been gripping a steering wheel since she was sixteen.
He pulled the veil up.
Chiara looked back at him, flushed with triumph.
Stefano stripped the Mastroianni ring off her finger in front of every powerful family in the city, kicked over the altar, and put one question through the cathedral walls:
"Where is Tessa."

After my divorce, I fled to the unfamiliar streets of Seattle with my daughter. As a Black single mother, the crushing weight of surviving in a strange city nearly broke me.
That is, until David came along. A detective with the Major Crimes Unit, he became our safe haven, wrapping my daughter and me in his fierce, unwavering protection.
I thought I had finally made it through the darkness. I thought I was about to embrace a brand-new life.
Until our six-month anniversary. I showed up for our date full of joyful anticipation, only to accidentally witness him tenderly kissing a pregnant white woman.
With his two young children clustered right by his side...

EXCERPT:

"Rayne stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her a pale green ballgown clung to her curves and left little to the imagination. Her jet-black curls are swept up and pinned to her head, leaving her neck exposed. Tonight was the night that most of the unmated wolves in all the North American packs would hopefully find their mates. She was sure all of them were just oozing with excitement.

She was not.

She didn’t want a mate. She didn’t need a mate...."

“...but the sudden scent of jasmine and vanilla hit her nose from somewhere close. That meant only one thing. Her mate was near..."


Rayne met her mate at the Moonlight Ball when she was eighteen, her mate that she never wanted to find, that she never wanted in her life. He showed up out of nowhere. His actions that night unknowingly set her free. She took the freedom he gave her, ran away, and never once looked back.

Now five years later he shows back up in her life after rejecting her five years ago, demanding that she take up her rightful place by his side. He walked away from her after calling her weak. No way was she going to just let him back into her life as if he belonged there. Rayne never wanted a mate, would he being here now change that? Her body and soul beg for him to claim her, yet her heart belongs to another.

Can her mate convince her to give him a chance? Will her lover convince her to stay with him? The Moon Goddess paired her with someone not of her choice, all Rayne has ever wanted was the chance to choose for herself. Who will win? Rayne or the fate that the moon set for her?

For mature readers 18+
Warning for abusive past trauma
Her Returned Mate is Book 1 in the Gathering Shadows Series. Book 2 His Redemption is also available for reading now on Anystories.

"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him."
Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.
But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.
For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.
When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.
Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:
☽ That night wasn't an accident
☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift
☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim her
Too bad she's done being owned.


Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.
"You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine."
A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you."
"You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

"You want a divorce?" His voice was ice, sending a chill down her spine. "You'll never get it."
For three years, Bellatrix devoted herself to Cillian Laurent—Miami’s ruthless tycoon and her indifferent husband—hoping to earn his love. But when she’s diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, she realizes the bitter truth: she was never his choice. Just a placeholder for the woman who abandoned him… and has now returned.
Determined to reclaim her life, Bellatrix demands a divorce. But the man who once ignored her now refuses to let her go. As buried secrets unravel, she discovers their twisted marriage was never what it seemed.
Can she break free from a love that was never hers?
Or will his obsession destroy them both?

“You can stand there and deny it all you want,” he said huskily in my ear. “But I know how drenched you were that night. Your tight little p*ssy? It was calling my name, baby.”

“You’re insane! I never wanted you!” I gritted out, hating how weak I sounded. Hating how my arms suddenly didn’t have the strength to push him away.

How there was a part of me that truly wanted him, despite everything.

“Keep denying it,” he murmured, eyes darkening. “It just makes me more eager to bend you over my desk and f*ck that attitude right out of you.”


When executive assistant Alice Rhodes sent her arrogant and insufferable boss, Theodore Linden-Hawthorne, a sext during the company’s New Year’s party, her life turned completely upside down.

She lost everything: her fiancé, her family, and her best friend, all because of one embarrassing mistake. To make matters worse, Theodore seemed incapable of staying away from her, and Alice was horrified to realize that the feeling was slowly starting to become mutual.

But this attraction between them came at a price. Alice and Theodore came from two completely different worlds. Their attraction was forbidden and frowned upon by everyone around them. Would their love survive vengeful exes, juicy scandals, hidden secrets, and unexpected surprises?

Ness is tired of her predictable life—arguing with her family, working a dead-end job, and daydreaming about the kind of grand adventures she reads about in books. So when her best friend Joe suggests a trip to the infamous RoseWood Park, a forest rumored to swallow people whole, she doesn’t hesitate.

Trapped in a nightmare world where time moves differently, they encounter two boys who disappeared decades ago yet never aged.

The forest gives adventures... but at what cost?

Elena was born to lead, but her father strips her of her birthright and gives it to her younger brother. Desperate to get back at her father, she does the unthinkable: she sleeps with her father's greatest enemy, Alpha Axton.

But Axton is more than just a rival, he's her fated mate. And he's been searching for her not for love, but for revenge and a chance to destroy her father's pack. The next morning, Elena rejects him, walking away before he can trap her in his ruthless schemes.

But Axton does not take rejection lightly, and his retaliation is brutal: a leaked video, a ruined reputation, and a family that turns their backs on her drive her to flee the city in disgrace.

But when Elena disappears, she takes something Alpha Axton never planned to lose - his sons. Now, he'll stop at nothing to get them back. He wants his heirs, he wants his mate, and Elena will learn that no one runs from the Alpha.

Five years ago, Elena overheard the ambiguous whispers between her husband Arthur and his first love. In that split second, all her love for him crumbled to dust. She left the country with her pregnant belly, vowing never to have any connection with this man again.​
Five years later, Elena returns to her home country with her twins Liam and Luna—now a world-renowned top doctor. Unexpectedly, she finds herself entangled with Arthur once more. His eyes reddening with emotion, he grabs her abruptly and pleads, "Elena, I was truly wrong. This time, I will never let you get hurt again."

Adalina lives with her very protective older brother Zarakai and his four best friends, they helped raise her after their parents died. Now she is eighteen and she doesn't know how to turn her feelings off. After being rejected by Austin, she turned to Jace who loves her more than he should considering the age gap. Now Austin is back in town and Jace doesn't like sharing. Adalina wants Jace and Austin. Maybe even Tyler and Spencer too. Will the four men learn to share her, or will she end up heartbroken?

“Be my wife for eighteen months, and I’ll save your sister, or I’ll walk out here and let her die! Don’t forget, I am your god on earth".This is not a coincidence. Who still believes in coincidences? Definitely not Sarah, but she has no choice but to taste an unfair share of it.

Sarah’s entire life takes an unexpected twist when she crosses paths with Derrick Duke, which leads to an irresistible night of passion. To her, it was just a means to get what she wanted to save her family, “no strings attached,” but fate and the universe served her a cruel meal

when tragedy began to haunt her family. A tragic accident ties Sarah's destiny back to the powerful Duke family, locking her into a deadly world of powerful secrets and forbidden desires. Little does she know that the man she loves and the devil she unwillingly helped are two opposites of a coin. But to save her family, Sarah agrees to Bobby Duke's ridiculous offer with choking terms and conditions. Now what

happens when she realises she just helped the devil? What happens when things begin to go the opposite way? What happens when she finds out the stranger she had a one-night stand with and fell in love with is the brother of the same devil after her life?

It was funny how being betrayed could change a soul.

They were orphans. They grew up together. They survived together. They killed the tyrant Alpha together.

But when the time came for him to propose his love for her and make her his Luna, all she received was a stab to her stomach.

He betrayed her for another. For the late tyrant’s daughter.

He buried her and thought that she had died. But just like how fate had played a trick on her, it also played a trick on him.

She survived, but was stuck in the den of a ruthless Lycan King, after a mate pull, which was stronger than anyone had ever felt, pulled them together by force.

{She is Demira, and welcome to her story}
…
This book is a dark werewolf romance story that is filled with pure chaotic drama and a little bit of tension and suspense.

So, add to your libraries, because you are in for a ride that will be stuck in your mind for a really long time.

Betrayal has never struck so hard until that day I caught my fiancée and best friend cheating on me.

My world came crashing down beneath my feet, and I felt hopeless.

However, luck was on my side and I ended up having a one-night stand with a mysterious man.

Two months later, he showed up at my house with our marriage agreement and he turned out to be my ex-fiancée’s father.

Heartbroken and enraged with revenge, I acknowledged the marriage, desiring to make my ex-fiancée and my best friend pay for what they did to me.

Luckily, my ex-fiancée and best friend lives in the same house with us and revenge took a tremendous turn.

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.

At the engagement party, Adrian walked in with pregnant Celeste: "Sorry, the engagement is off."

"Why?" I stared at him intently.

"The baby is Adrian's," Celeste sobbed, "I can't let my child grow up without a father..."

"You're just an orphan with no money or connections," Adrian looked at me coldly, "You're not good enough for me."

Just when I was completely humiliated, butler Steven found me. "Miss Hayes, we've been searching for you for twenty-three years. You're the long-lost heiress of Hayes Corporation."

A week later at the family reunion banquet, Adrian knelt before me: "Iris, please give me another chance!"

"You can stay by my side," I looked down at him condescendingly, "but not as my boyfriend—as my servant."

But when Celeste accidentally miscarried, the truth shocked everyone...

In my past life, my twin Phaedra and I were both married off to the Dragon Clan on the same day.
I was given to the eldest son Magnus, while she went to the second son Drakon.
A year later, Phaedra gave birth to a small white dragon with scales like fresh snow. Meanwhile, I delivered nine children—all of them deformed monsters, bearing not a trace of dragon lineage.
Dragon King Typhon, a tyrant obsessed with bloodline purity and beauty, immediately stripped his eldest son of the inheritance rights and decided to pass the throne to his second son, Drakon.
Consumed by rage and humiliation, my husband Magnus descended into madness.
He ordered my nine children dragged into the Shadow Abyss and thrown into boiling blood pools as sacrificial offerings. Then he bound me tightly to the frozen altar pillar.
As the crimson winds howled from the blood pool, he mercilessly cut open my chest and carved out my nine-tailed heart while I was still breathing. I drew my last breath drowning in endless despair and blood.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the Dragon Clan's towering hall—at the mate selection ceremony that had sealed our fates.
In my daze, Magnus walked straight past me. His eyes brimmed with disgust as he unhesitatingly reached for Phaedra's hand instead. The same woman who had birthed that perfect white dragon in my past life.
But the fool had no idea my children's deformities had nothing to do with me—they came from his own cursed, rotting bloodline.

For four years, I tolerated Grayson’s blatant favoritism. He spoiled my roommate Mia with exquisite breakfasts every day, while leaving me with plain biscuits and bitter black coffee. I swallowed every unfair slight, hoping for true love. Yet he finally humiliated me thoroughly by choosing Mia over me for the elite corporate event, sneering that I was unworthy of high society. Hiding my identity as the university’s secret heiress, I stopped my father from ruining his career on impulse. I will let them attend the glamorous party—not out of mercy, but to deliver my quiet, devastating revenge. Now I only need time to decide my next move, and whether to accept my arranged engagement.

In my previous life, I ran a barbecue restaurant to support my family for ten years, but my parents secretly sold the restaurant to a gang because of my younger brother's vanity in wanting him to study abroad.
An hour later, the apocalypse began, and my little shop became a god-level safe house—
Those with superpowers who enter the store have their abilities automatically copied to the store owner; the store is absolutely safe; the store owner decides who enters and who leaves.
My family ruined my amazing little shop, and they scolded me, saying, "Who told you to be unable to keep the shop?"
I was heartbroken and torn to pieces in the mouth of a zombie.
In this life, I was reborn back to an hour before the shop was taken away.
I must protect my shop!
As for those so-called family members—let them fend for themselves in the apocalypse!

On the day the apocalyptic flood swallowed the city, I died on a fractured overpass.

The man who crushed my fingers under his boot was my brother-in-law, the very man I had sacrificed everything to support. And standing safely out of reach, watching coldly as the muddy torrent swallowed me whole, was my supposedly sweet and devoted fiancée. In her arms, she fiercely clutched her "son"—who was hoarding the last of my survival rations.

In the very last second of my life, she nestled into the arms of her ex-boyfriend and left me with a single, contemptuous sneer: "Let's go. Forget about this useless trash."

It turned out that working my fingers to the bone and emptying my life savings had all been a pathetic joke—a long con orchestrated by a pack of bloodsucking parasites.

But when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one year before the apocalypse began.

My fiancée was standing there, holding a cup of hot coffee and sweetly begging me to invest another million into her brother's business.

I just smiled, gently pushed her hand away, and turned around to liquidate every single asset to my name. With that money, I secretly constructed a state-of-the-art, deep-sea underground fortress.

Later, when the monstrous floodwaters inevitably tore the city apart, they stood on the balcony of their doomed mansion, desperately falling to their knees and begging my icebreaker for salvation.

Sitting inside my perfectly secure command cabin, I took a leisurely sip of hot coffee and softly gave the order:

"Open fire. Don't let this trash dirty my deck."

I pursued Kaelzen, Alpha of the Frostfang Tribe, for four years and was about to marry him, only to expose his deception shortly before the wedding. A serious head injury erased all my memories of him. My family arranged a new marriage with the Duskthorn Tribe heir, and I agreed, planning to leave once the Ash Gate opens in seven days. Unaware of my memory loss, Kaelzen still treats me arrogantly, yet he is just a stranger to me now.

Four years ago, I left my boyfriend when he had nothing.

Now, he's a billionaire. And he's forcing me to marry him—just for revenge.

Every day it's a different girl. Now there's a pregnant influencer he flaunts in my face, destroying what's left of my dignity.

"Kneel and beg her, and I'll give you money." He holds another woman and smirks at me.

I don't cry. I don't scream. I just swallow the blood rising in my throat.

He doesn't know my brain tumor is terminal. I have thirty days left.

I've already signed the organ donation papers. I just want to die in peace.

I stopped loving him a long time ago.

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus from a clearance sale online to be my live-in maid.
For a week, he was perfect. Then he started fainting, his skin burning with a fever no amount of rest could fix. Panicked that I’d somehow overworked my best employee, I called the 24/7 Aphrodisiac (companyI bought him from) helpline.

Ma’am, our incubus models have a demonic lineage and you have got a high-output model. They have near-infinite stamina. They don't get 'feverish' from vacuuming. But... why did you have him doing 'housework'?"
"Because the house was dirty?"
The agent suddenly chuckled. "Ah, I see. Everyone has their own fantasies and kinks. Roleplay is very popular. But tell me, according to the log, when was the last time Xanthos received physical intimacy?"
"Huh?"
"Physical intimacy," the agent repeated. "Love, spoiling, skin-to-skin contact. If a male incubus doesn't get intimacy, his internal energy stagnates. They fall sick. Male models are much higher maintenance than females; they need constant affection to stay healthy."
My blood ran cold. "Affection? I bought him to mop the floors!"
"Ma'am," the agent's voice dropped. "You are on Aphrodisiac. We are the world's leading provider of supernatural escorts. Did you... did you not read the site description?"

Turns out, I hadn’t bought a demonic domestic servant.
I’d accidentally purchased a high-maintenance supernatural escort.
And apparently, if I didn’t start showing my “maid” some affection soon, he would die and I would be jailed for abusing my maid.

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.

This is a world where humans and fantasy races exist side by side. Werewolves move through city streets between glass towers, and every now and then, a pair of massive wings cuts through the clouds overhead. Twenty years ago, to secure the family's standing, the main house signed a contract with the Dragon Clan.

As the least favored daughter of a branch family, I was chosen to be the Dragon King's mate. The terms were spelled out plainly: if I couldn't get married within five years of coming of age, I'd have to go to Dragon territory and go through with the marriage.

For five years, every wedding I've planned has been blown up by my younger sister, Hannah.

This is year five. I'm finally in a wedding dress, about to marry Derek, the boy I grew up with.

What I didn't expect was that one hour before the ceremony, Hannah collapsed in the dressing room coughing up blood. She grabbed Derek's hand, crying, saying she wouldn't make it through the month.

And my parents are on either side of me, hands pressed down hard on my shoulders.

"Just let Hannah have the wedding. She's dying!"

What they don't know is that if I don't get married today, the Dragon envoys will come for me on the spot.

And I won't be coming back.

As the tyrant ruling the underworld, Victor was ruthless and bloodthirsty, showing no mercy to anyone.

Women who tried to climb into his bed usually didn’t even get a whole corpse, yet I was the only one he kept by his side.

I’d taken a poisoned bullet for him, and nearly bled to death on the rotting floor of a safe house giving birth to his son.

He once kissed the bullet scar on my shoulder and promised me that when he sat on the godfather’s throne, I would be his only family matriarch.

But the moment he slipped on that black onyx ring symbolizing power, he carried another woman into the master bedroom of the manor.

I burst for the door, and he ordered his bodyguards to pin me outside, forcing me to listen to their sounds of passion all night long.

I banged on the door like a madwoman, so he slammed my paintbrush-wielding right hand in the heavy oak doorframe and crushed it mercilessly.

I finally caved when he threatened to cut off my mother’s hospital treatment.

At the scene of the car accident, my parents frantically scooped up my sister—who only had a scraped knee—then kicked me aside as I lay there dying.
"Don't be a burden to your sister. Just wait by the roadside and croak!"
They drove off without a second thought. In that moment, my heart turned to stone.
What they didn't know was that I didn't die. Instead, I got adopted by a top-tier professor and became a math prodigy worth tens of millions.
Two years later, when my birth parents went bankrupt and got on their knees begging me for a handout, I smiled coldly and played the recording of their attempted murder...

“What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” I asked, pulling her ass back into my crotch. I let her feel my throbbing erection through her nightie.
“You see what you've done to me. I'm so hard for you. I need to be in you. Fuck you.”
“Blake,” she whimpered.
I slid her off my lap and onto the bed. She laid down on it, staring up at me with these trembling eyes. I shifted around, pushing her legs apart. Her nightie slid up it. I licked my lips, tasting her spicy passion.
“I'm not going to hurt you, Fiona,” I said, my hands pushing up the lacy hem of her nightgown.
“I won't.”
“Blake.” She bit her lip.
“It's just... I... I...”

Fiona has moved multiple times after her mother's passing due to her father's suffering of his loss. After finding a new job in the city of, Colorado, Fiona has yet to endure another new school, new town, new life. But something about this town seems a bit different than the others. The people at her school speak in a different manner and they seem to have this aura as if they are different themselves. Inhuman.

As Fiona is pulled into a mystical world of werewolves, she never once dreamed of finding out that she is not only the mate of a werewolf, she is the mate of the soon to be Alpha.

"Yes, yes."

The moans began to tear through my lips uncontrollably. I couldn't see his facial expressions in the dark, but I knew a smug smile was on his face and his hooded eyes were watching me.

His voice was low, "You like that? Do you like how I touch you like that? You like how I rub your clit with my finger like you're mine?"

I nodded my head continuously, moaning in pleasure, not sure how much longer I could wait before he had his member inside me. He thrusted his fingers in faster, and rubbed my clit with his other hand, "Yeah. Come on. I love the little moans you make when I'm teasing you."

I struggled to put the words together, "P-p-please stop teasing me. Put it in—" an outrageous cry, "I want to feel it so bad. I want to—"

A gasp escaped my lips as he slammed his dick in. My brain curled up like wilted leaves. I parted my legs even wider and he completely leaned into me. Too heavy to hold, and too light not to. He began thrusting. The thrust getting deeper and harder with each stroke. In me. Nonstop. I wrapped my feet around his back so he couldn't get away.


Travelling back to the town where she was born, Rebecca Lewis had a toe to toe argument with the most ruthless bastard in the city; little did she know that her not-so-clever act would put her in danger.

14 days. One mansion. One bed. One not-so-innocent man. What could go wrong?

I knew it was too good to be true.'
'They made us seem like they had a perfect marriage.'
'She'll be stupid if she forgives him.'
'Poor Valerie. I can only imagine what she's going through right now.'
My mother snatched my phone from me. "I told you not to read those comments, Valerie."
I scoffed. "I already feel miserable. Those comments wouldn't make me feel any worse."
"Will you forgive him?" My mother asked. A part of me wanted to forgive him.
I still loved Patrick. But I couldn't move past such betrayal.
When Patrick Banks discovers his wife, Valerie's, alleged infidelity with her co-star, he ends their marriage in an instant.
Valerie's desperate attempts to clear her name only led to a devastating revelation that made her give up on her marriage. Years later, fate brings them face to face.
Will they be able to forget, forgive, and rebuild, or will the wounds of betrayal prove too deep to heal?

Four years ago, I faked my death to escape my cruel husband, Aiden, and my evil sister. Now, I’ve returned as a powerful heiress, hiding my secret children.
I humiliated his mistress by making her pay millions for a painting I already owned, and when Aiden tried to corner me, I didn't beg—I slapped him.
But instead of anger, his eyes burned with obsession. He pinned me against the wall, whispering dangerously, "You can change your face, Keira, but you can't hide from me. Whose child is that?"
He thinks he still owns me? This time, I’m the one in control.

I love you, Leo. Please… I’m begging you. I want to stay as your wife, even if you don’t feel the same anymore."

Laura’s voice cracked, her hands trembling as she reached for him. She didn’t care how desperate she looked—saving her marriage was worth any scrap of dignity she had left. But the man she had vowed to love forever only sneered, his eyes colder than she had ever seen.

"Stop it, Laura! I’ve had enough of this!" His voice was sharp, merciless. "I don’t want you, and I never have. Every single minute with you in this loveless marriage has been torture to me! Don’t you get it?!"

Her knees weakened, her chest burned, and her world collapsed in the span of seconds. But just as she thought it couldn’t hurt more, she saw something—someone—in his arms… someone who would change everything she thought she knew about her husband.

Why did he marry her if he never loved her? And what secret has he been hiding all along?

Find out what happens when love turns into betrayal, and betrayal sparks a dangerous new beginning…

By night, I’m an undefeated underground street racer flirting with death; by day, I’m a lowly law intern who just realized the stranger I slept with owns the entire firm.

I’ve lived two lives for years. During the day, I’m Adeline, a top-of-her-class law student trying to outrun her family’s criminal reputation. But at night, I am Ghost. The maniac who takes corners at impossible speeds on a modified bike.

It was at the underground track that I met Rider. He had a custom Ducati, an unplaceable accent, and striking storm-gray eyes. He beat me by a fraction of a second, and I bought him a drink. That drink turned into the most intense, earth-shattering night in a cheap motel. We promised no names. No real life. Just one night.

Two months later, I walked into Royal & Associates, the most cutthroat corporate law firm in the city, ready for my first day as an intern. I was wearing a cheap pencil skirt, blending in with fifty other nervous graduates.

The HR lady was giving us a tour of the 45th-floor executive suites when the heavy double doors opened.

My blood ran cold.

Stepping out of the CEO’s office, surrounded by terrified junior partners, was Rider. He was wearing a bespoke black suit, his hair perfectly styled, radiating terrifying authority. Percy Akilov. The billionaire owner of the firm.

As he spoke to a partner, his storm-gray eyes swept over the crowd of interns. And then he saw me.

I watched the shock hit him, followed instantly by a dark, possessive fury that made my knees weak. The entire hallway went dead silent as the most powerful man in the building stopped in his tracks, ignoring everyone else, and stalked directly toward me.

"Miss Volkov," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers down my spine. "My office. Now."