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I spent ten years loving my fiancé, only to overhear him planning to drug me and let his driver ruin my innocence—so I wore my wedding dress and married his billionaire mafia uncle instead.

I was supposed to be the happiest bride in Goldville. But behind a slightly open door, I heard Jason, the man I had worshipped, laughing with my pregnant half-sister. He called my ten years of devotion "cheap" and planned to broadcast my drugged rape to the entire world. He wanted to destroy me so he could justify marrying his mistress.

But he forgot one thing: I am a Banks, and we don't cry—we destroy.

I didn't shed a single tear. I played along, took the drugged water, and the second his driver walked in, I smashed his jaw and knocked him out cold. I left Jason a wedding gift: a live broadcast of his precious, "innocent" bride getting railed by three older men on the venue's big screen.

While Jason's world burned to ashes, I walked down the aisle towards a different groom. Dalton Riggs. The youngest mafia Don, the most dangerous billionaire in the country, and Jason's untouchable uncle.

When Dalton slipped the billion-dollar diamond onto my finger, his stormy eyes darkened with a dangerous possessiveness. "In my world, there is no divorce. We live, we stay, we die together," he whispered.

Jason thought he broke me. But how will he react when he realizes the woman he tried to destroy is now the untouchable Mrs. Riggs—his aunt?

I begged my mom for ten dollars, but she smashed my head with a frying pan instead.

The next day, my mother posted on a forum asking:
"Hi everyone. My eldest son lied about the end of the world just to get ten dollars. I want to ask, how can I sell him on the underground black market to pay off his younger brother's $20,000 debt?"

The moment I saw that post, any remaining love I had for them died instantly. I snapped my phone's SIM card in half.

What she didn’t know was that a world-ending acid flood would descend upon New York tomorrow.

I had begged so bitterly for that ten dollars just to trigger the Ten-Million-Fold Return System to build a three-billion-dollar Doomsday Ark.

Since she didn’t want it, I gave the throne of the Ark Queen to the female classmate who casually tossed me some charity.

In my past life, I stood on the execution platform, watching the entire city—brainwashed by the Saintess—smile as they willingly degenerated into ghouls.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one month ago.

I smashed the knight's sword that symbolized my honor. Dragging a high-tier ghoul into my basement, I slashed my left wrist open with a heavy blade.

Stripping away all the Holy Light protecting my body, I brutally shoved my bleeding wrist straight into the ghoul's gaping maw.

My bones let out muffled, explosive cracking sounds as they were eroded by the tyrannical ghoul virus. I crushed the reinforced steel bedframe out of shape with my bare hands.

My wife is the city's renowned "Community Angel." She donates every single cent of her high salary to the poor, all to buy herself a saintly reputation.
Meanwhile, as her husband, I spend my days rolling beneath cars in a factory, covered in grease, juggling four credit cards just to keep our large family afloat.
My parents-in-law survive on the expensive, imported life-saving meds I pay for, yet they constantly mock me for being a powerless nobody;
My own children attend private schools on my dime, only to look at me with disgust and call me an embarrassment;
And my wife? Dressed in her high-end couture, she looks down at me and condescendingly urges, "For the sake of the poor children, why don't you get another part-time job and just endure it a little longer?"
Looking at this den of parasites sucking the life out of me, a sudden, overwhelming wave of disgust washed over me.
I didn't argue. I silently put away my overdue bills, packed my bags, and completely vanished from this twisted household.
Later, at the highly anticipated Annual Charity Gala, in front of the entire city, I presented her with an ultimate "gift"—

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

I'm an ancient vampire prince who's been playing human boyfriend to a demon hunter.
Big mistake.
She's completely unhinged—GPS tracking, 24/7 surveillance, the works.
When she threatens to dump me unless I surrender all my secrets, I do the unthinkable:
I actually say yes.
Too bad she doesn't know her "helpless" boyfriend has been the one keeping her alive all this time.

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

“So impatient.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she responds.
He needn’t be told twice. In a beat, Lorcan scoops her up in a motion too fast for the human eye to see. Hooking her legs around his waist, he carries her toward the bed while their lips wage war. He is already incredibly hard for her, his trousers becoming excruciatingly uncomfortable by the second as his patience hangs by a thread.
“This…” he says and tugs at the back of her dress, “…needs to come off.”
“Take it off,” Elle just about orders him, as if she is the queen and he the servant.
He growls at the command – not a threatening sound that dares her to order him around again, but rather a lusty sound as the authoritative tone in her voice makes his loins pulse.


Every hundred years, a new vampire king is crowned and hosts a kingdom-wide ball where he is to choose a mortal woman to sire an heir. It is enforced on each noble family to send one of their daughters to attend the ball.
After her father’s death, Elle became a maid to her cruel stepmother and stepsisters. But when word of the upcoming ball reaches the ears of the Clandestine family, Lady Clandestine forms a plan that will keep her daughters out of the clutches of the vampire king: send Elle in their place, disguised as a noble.
For what are the chances that the vampire king will choose her? And if he does, he will never know she is but a common maid. However, if he finds out…the punishment will be deadly.

Fighting against fate, a wielder of magic seeks balance as he is bestowed unbridled power - and an inescapable destiny. After killing his father and attempting to evade his calling as a magician and protector of the realm, Yeolani disappears deep into the forest. But when he is granted limitless power and irreverently refuses to master it, unintended havoc - and intervening fairies - drive him toward a more purposeful path. The third book in the riveting Wise Ones series, Life Giver follows Yeolani on a journey laden with magical mishaps and encounters with capricious creatures. Despite wielding a monumental gift, he struggles to make the impossible choice between a supernatural oath and an undeniable attraction - but will he find the strength to embrace a predetermined future?

Possessed by manipulating demons, Ingri knows nothing of magic until Lar discovers her. He is the King of the Dead: the latest Wise One, gifted with strange and frightening powers. With Ingri, he uses those powers to banish her demons and teach her the mysteries of being a human. Soon, she must face her inner demons, fight to master the fire that burns within her, and rescue Lar in return. She can help in his Seeking, but only if they navigate a mysterious ring of stones, the Land of the Dead, and the Name Magic that will guide them. A riveting fantasy adventure, Name Magic is the fifth novel in Lisa Lowell's The Wise Ones series.

In the eerie silence that followed the screams, his whispered words brushed against my ear like a chilling promise. Frozen in place, I stared wide-eyed at the lifeless forms that now surrounded us. Who was he? What unfathomable force animated his deadly being, sparing me from its wrath?

As my voice trembled in an attempt to retreat from the enigma before me, a wave of terror anchored my feet to the ground. His presence, a blend of danger and allure, was magnetically perplexing. His gaze, tainted with an eerie satisfaction, lowered toward me, offering a twisted smile that sent shivers down my spine.

"Why?..." I stammered, my voice barely louder than a whisper, the question lingering between us and demanding an answer that might plunge me further into this nightmare. How could he be unscathed after unleashing that bone-chilling scream, the very sound that should have been his death knell?

His grin widened, his fingertips tracing a path across my cheek as though he were unraveling secrets I wasn't privy to. "Darling," his voice dripped with dark amusement,

The gentle press of his lips against mine sent shockwaves through my core, a cascade of emotions too complex to decipher. Dread, fascination, and a strangely enthralling connection fused into a bewildering mixture. I recoiled within, grappling with the weight of realization: I had unknowingly awakened a slumbering monster, stirring something ancient and powerful.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jeremiah said, his voice a low growl. “Not when you smell like that.”

“Like what?” I whispered, stepping closer until I could feel the heat rolling off him.

He turned slowly, eyes dark, locked on mine — then lower, to the dip of my dress, to the bare line of skin he’d once kissed like a vow. “Like temptation.”

My breath caught as he closed the space between us.

“You think I don’t dream of you?” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. “Of touching you? Tasting you? Every night I remember what you sound like when you beg.”

My knees weakened.

“Then why do you push me away?” I breathed.

He leaned in, his mouth barely grazing the shell of my ear. “Because if I take you again, Astrid, I won’t stop.”

I turned my face, just enough for our lips to nearly touch. “Then don’t.”

Then he stepped back, eyes burning.

“Not yet,” he said roughly. “But soon, little wolf. When I take you, it won’t be gentle. It’ll be war.”


Astrid was never meant to be ordinary. She stands as the heir to her father's throne. Yet, her path to power is fraught with danger, for many despise her existence and refuse to accept a female as their future ruler.

The complexities of Astrid's life deepen when she discovers her destined mate, Alpha Jeremiah. He is cold, ruthless, and unapologetically cocky, with a profound distaste for her kind. Jeremiah marks her, not out of love, but because he envisions her as the key to seizing the mighty Lycan King's territory and pack, a bid for ultimate power.

Love and betrayal intertwine as Astrid navigates a treacherous path, torn between her heart's desires and the demands of her destiny.

It has been years now since the wild beasts took over the world . They might look human, but do not be deceived they are monsters, and they have almost wiped out the entire human race. 'We' are part of the few surviving humans in what was once known as the United States of America. We hide ,we fight for food ,we keep each other safe, and most importantly, we do whatever it takes to survive. They call themselves 'werewolves' ,half man and half beast the most vicious monsters on this planet . Some say they were The First creatures to exist before humans and now they are back to take back the world. Some humans even worship them as Gods.Nobody knows how they came to exist or why ... maybe it's a sign... maybe this is the end of the world.

(copyright2024)

The system made me an outcast live-in husband in a werewolf clan for three years. The mission reward: 80 billion dollars. Now there's only half a day left until retirement settlement.

The arrogant pure-blood Alpha wants to force me into a deadly full moon execution array, roaring for me to kneel and die.

I don't even lift an eyelid. Right at quitting time, I directly withdraw my soul, leaving the body to the original owner "Ancestor Wolf Emperor" to handle, while I return to my Manhattan penthouse, sink into the leather sofa, and start a holographic livestream.

"Enjoy your night shift, everyone." I take a light sip of hot coffee, coldly watching the screen as the Wolf Emperor crushes that pure-blood Alpha's spine into mush with one foot, shocking my mission wife and mother-in-law into idiots.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

I walked into Jake's office his back to me.
"You’ve been avoiding me,” I said, the words trembling more than I wanted.
Jake didn’t turn. His voice came low, tight. “Because I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what? You?” I laughed bitterly. “Too late.”
He turned, and I forgot how to breathe.
His eyes weren’t soft. They were storm-dark. Furious. And terrified.
“I would burn down this entire territory to protect what’s mine,” he growled, stepping in so close I could feel the heat pouring off his skin. “But if I touch you now, Prisca, I won’t be able to stop.”
His hand brushed my stomach, tentative. Reverent.
“My babies,” he whispered, the first time I’d heard him claim them. Claim me.
I reached up, touched his face. “Then don’t stop.”
For a moment, everything stilled.
Then his lips crashed into mine like a dam breaking — all the rage, the fear, the hunger he’d buried spilled into that kiss. His hands tangled in my hair, mine clawed at his back, and there was nothing soft about it. We were burning with need and every bad decision we’d ever made colliding into one impossible night.
When we broke apart, breathless, bruised, undone, he didn’t say it out loud.
But he didn’t have to.
His touch said it.


The world of Prisca McHawlin is shattered when she discovers that not only is her biological father alive, but her true identity has been hidden from her. Prisca is no ordinary girl—she’s half-lycan and half-witch, born into two powerful, mystical bloodlines.
As she grapples with her newfound identity, another shock awaits her: Jake,her fated mate. He rejects the sacred bond between them, considering it weakness that threatens his thirst for power. Being the heir to an ancient and royal Lycanthrope dynasty,

Sunday Bell needs a job. August Wilde needs someone willing to talk to a man who can’t talk back. It should be the easiest paycheck of her life. Hired as a companion to a handsome billionaire lying in a coma, Sunday fills the quiet with everything from mystery novels and family stories to unsolicited opinions and questionable 1980s workout routines. With August unable to complain, she quickly gets comfortable being completely, unapologetically herself. But the longer Sunday spends at his bedside, the less quiet the room begins to feel. A movement here, a strangely timed reaction there, and little moments that leave her wondering whether her imagination is getting the better of her, or whether August Wilde might not be as unreachable as everyone believes. What begins as the strangest job Sunday has ever accepted soon becomes something neither of them could have planned.
Comatose With Benefits is a quirky, slow-burn romantic suspense filled with humor, mystery, unexpected intimacy, and one very inconvenient billionaire.

Vanessa never believed life could truly break her—until it did.

Raised in hardship, she learned early how to survive with grit, dignity, and relentless determination. But when her father, Jonas, collapses under a mysterious and deadly illness, Vanessa’s fragile world crumbles overnight. Hospital bills pile up. Their money disappears. And the people who promised to stand by them—her stepmother and stepsister—walk away without looking back.

What Vanessa doesn’t know is that her father’s life is already forfeit.

Jonas owes an impossible debt to Alaric Moretti, a ruthless Mafia lord whispered about in fear and blood-soaked rumors. Alaric is power incarnate—cold, merciless, and untouchable. When Vanessa is dragged into his world, she expects cruelty. What she doesn’t expect is destiny.

The moment Alaric sees her, something ancient and uncontrollable snaps into place.

Vanessa is his fated mate—a bond so rare it should be sacred. Instead, Alaric rejects it. He refuses her, despises the weakness she awakens in him, and treats her like a bargaining chip rather than a miracle.

To erase Jonas’s debt, Alaric makes a demand that turns Vanessa’s blood to ice: she must sacrifice herself—her blood, her lung—to save his dying girlfriend, Emma. It’s a sentence disguised as mercy.

But Vanessa is no victim.

She counters with a deal of her own—one that shocks even the feared Mafia king. She will comply… only if Alaric marries her. A contract marriage to secure her father’s treatment and protect her siblings’ future.

No love. No promises. Just survival.

Yet in a world ruled by violence, secrets, and fate itself, pretending not to feel might be the deadliest lie of all.

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.

Angela White had no love lost for her pack. They hated her as much as she hated them. Why? Because her father had a falling out with his former best friend, the Alpha and he chose to shun him. The entire pack took their Alpha’s side and shunned her father and her entire family, disregarding the fact that no one knew the reason for the fight. Because of this, Angela grew up hating her pack. But she was also determined to restore her family’s standing in the pack to make sure her brother did not grow up shunned like she did. She would enter into the Grand Hunt and when she won, her prize would be the Alpha’s forgiveness. It was a simple enough plan. Until the Alpha’s son came into the picture.

Louis Knights was arrogant, handsome, powerful and everything Angela hated. He’d also joined his father to shun her family even though he’d been in the ideal position to find out the cause of the fight and perhaps resolve it. So yes, Angela hated him. He had always avoided taking part in the Hunt. That is, until the year that Angela planned to join. His presence there would make it twice as hard for Angela to win but not impossible. However, the unexpected appearance of a rogue wolf forces Angela to let go of the tight hold she had on her wolf in order to protect herself. In that moment, her wolf reached out to her mate, and Louis Knights shows up to protect what’s his.

From the day I met him at the age of ten, I worked hard to improve myself, all just to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. He promised to protect me for a lifetime. However, those twelve years turned out to be nothing but my own laughable obsession... He was no longer my brother.
After being sent to prison by him for three years, I returned with a vengeance. I was no longer the woman who loved him to the point of self-abasement!
I tore apart the homewreckers, trampled on the scum, and was about to ruthlessly punish the scumbag when... the man who had previously been cruel and indifferent to me suddenly became gentle and tender!

I was the Luna of the Luthor Pack, the fated mate of Alpha Vincent. I once crawled through a snowstorm, begging for his essence blood to save our dying daughter. His only answer? A boot to my hand and a sneer: "Dream on, you shameless whore."

He shackled me to a silver rack, forcing me to watch faked videos of my "infidelity." To him, I was a corrupt stray; to me, he was my life, my soul, and my tormentor. He finally spat, "Since you love being serviced by men, let my pack have their fill of you," and sold me at an underground auction.

That night, my world shattered. My daughter was tossed into a pit of mad wolves, and I was discarded like trash. But when I finally broke free, I didn't want his love—I wanted revenge. Yet, the moment I disappeared, the man who once stepped on my neck began to lose his mind, hunting the world to find me.

"Marcella, come back," he begged, eyes bloodshot with obsession.

I looked at him, my heart a hollow void. "Alpha, you're too late. I died the day you threw our daughter to the wolves."

Vanessa has always been the perfect weapon—deadly, loyal, and unquestioning. As a hitwoman for one of the most feared mafia families, her newest target seems like just another job: Nathan, the heir to a rival criminal empire. But when their paths cross, Vanessa is caught off guard by his disarming charm and magnetic presence. For the first time, her razor-sharp focus falters, and the moment she moves in for the kill, Nathan fights back, forcing her to confront something she never expected—her failure. Captured and interrogated, Vanessa learns the truth: Nathan isn’t the threat she was led to believe. Instead, he’s a loose end that her boss wants eliminated to consolidate power. But the deeper betrayal lies closer to home—her boss, the man who raised her as his own, isn’t her savior but the very monster who destroyed her family. With her life turned upside down, Vanessa faces an impossible choice: stay loyal to the man who built her or join forces with the one she was sent to kill. Bound by vengeance and driven by betrayal, Vanessa and Nathan form an uneasy alliance, determined to take down the man who wronged them both. But in the brutal world of the mafia, trust is as fragile as life itself—and crossing the line between allies and enemies could be deadly.

Sophia died betrayed—by a lover and a best friend. But death wasn't the end. She woke up in the body of Diana Spencer, a woman with her own tragic past and a cruel husband.

With a new chance at life, Sophia is no longer the woman to be taken down easily. Armed with Diana's memories and a burning desire for revenge, she's ready to reclaim what's hers and make her enemies pay. Vengeance never looked so sweet.

After getting married, my husband never touched me. I always thought he was asexual until one day, to my shock, I discovered he was having an affair!

Because he and his lover were too intense during sex, his lover ended up in the hospital!

What shocked me even more was that the person he was having an affair with was his sister!

At that moment, my heart felt like it was being scalded with boiling oil, the pain was excruciating...

The day Elodie was diagnosed with late-stage cancer, she received intimate photos of her husband and his mistress.

Five years of marriage, and she had been nothing more than a presentable servant — her mother-in-law barked orders at will, her husband saved every tender moment for someone else, and even the money to treat her illness had to pass through layers of approval.

Finally, she slid the divorce papers across the table to him, picked up her luggage, and moved into a rented room. In her pocket: the cheapest painkillers she could find. On the bill: Initial Treatment Cost — $100,000.

No one knew she was sick. And no one remembered that this so-called "useless young madam" had once been a legendary prodigy at law school.

A light buried under dust for too long.

It was time to dig it back out.

"You have no house to go to, no money, no friends and no child to drain me of child support. Don't be stubborn. You know you'll die without me, I'm your only family left." Once again that proud tone was sneered at me.

"I worry for you." Devon’s eyes glimmered waiting for me to go on my knees and beg him.

I shake my head. "Worry about yourself Devon. Do you really think you'd go scott free after the shit you pulled today? You couldn't even let me mourn my baby in peace." I searched for his gaze, my eyes burrowing into his.

"I promise you, if not today, one-day Devon. I'll make you wish you were dead."


Corrie North gave Devon Remington everything.

Amazing sex? She gave him her body.

A devoted house-wife? She abandoned her career for him.

A fucking maid? She scrubbed every inch of his sprawling mansion.

A child? She nearly died bringing their son, Haven, into the world.

And how did he repay her?

Devon betrayed her.

He cheated with a younger woman, handed her divorce papers, and vanished on the day their son died in a mysterious accident.
Two months later, he finally showed up to Haven's funeral, with his pregnant mistress on his arm.
As if that wasn’t enough, he accused Corrie of murdering their child.

Devastated, Corrie vowed revenge. She vanished from Devon’s life, promising that everyone who played a part in Haven’s death would pay, including him.

Four years later she returns and Devon wants her back. He’ll do anything to make her his again.

But Corrie isn’t the same woman he left behind.
Will she make him pay for his betrayal , or will old flames pull her back into the arms of the man who destroyed her?

For three years, Christina hid her identity as a billionaire heiress, believing she had found true love. Instead, she discovered she was nothing but a cheap stand-in for her scumbag boyfriend's first love. Faced with his arrogance and cruel humiliation, she dumped him without a second thought. The time for playing poor was over!

Returning to elite high society, she reclaims her mega-fortune and accepts a marriage alliance with Gabriel—the most powerful, ruthless billionaire CEO in Aurora City. Known to the world as a cold-blooded tyrant, this untouchable man has only one exception: her. He spoils her beyond measure.

When Christina’s true identity is finally exposed, her pathetic ex is paralyzed with regret, dropping to his knees to beg for a second chance.

Nestled safely in her powerful fiancé’s embrace, Christina looks down at her ex with a cold smirk. "Sorry, but trash like you isn't even qualified to step foot through my family's gates!"

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?

Tina isn’t her real name, but it’s the one she wears when she steps into club TRUTH dressed in a stilettos and secrets, posing as a seductive stripper. Beneath the glitter and gloss lies a cold, trained assassin on a deadly mission: eliminate Nikolai Petrov, a corrupt billionaire with a history soaked in blood.
At least that’s what her handler told her.
But the man she targets isn’t some fragile tech mogul- he’s the king of a brutal empire. The head of the Russian crime family. Ruthless, powerful, and disturbingly perceptive. Her blade never makes it to his throat. He overpowers her, and when she wakes up chained in his underground compound, bruised and exposed, Tina realizes two things:
She’s in deep.
And he’s watching her with a hunger that goes far beyond revenge.

Taylor Spencer built an empire from the ashes of a ruined reputation. To keep it, he became a ghost,cutting off his family, changing his identity, and living in a cage of his own making. But when a shadow from his past sends a message that proves he’s no longer safe, he needs more than a lock on the door. He needs a predator.
Aceline was trained to survive the worst conditions on earth, but nothing prepared her for the sight of her husband with her best friend. With her world shattered and her heart turned to stone, she doesn't want a new beginning,she wants to disappear. Taylor’s isolated estate is the perfect bunker.
He is a man who trusts no one. She is a woman who has forgotten how to feel. In the silent hallways of the Spencer estate, a deadly game of cat and mouse begins. But as an assassin closes in, Taylor and Aceline realize the greatest danger isn't the bullet meant for him,it’s the fire burning between them.

Three years ago, Michael Smith was severely injured in a car accident and fell into a coma. The doctors said he was as good as a vegetable. His first love didn't hesitate to leave for further studies abroad. Meanwhile, I was forced into a marriage of convenience with him, arranged by his grandmother, so that I could take care of my sick mother. When he woke up, his first love had returned to the country, and I found myself pregnant. We went through morning sickness and the hardships of a ten-month pregnancy together. But then he filed for divorce, forcing me to leave with nothing. I struggled to pursue a career as a painter while carrying the pregnancy to term. Little did I know that his grandmother's will stipulated that all the assets originally meant for him would be given to me and the baby in my womb.

The day before my wedding, I unexpectedly walked in on my fiancé being intimate with his girlfriend in our wedding room. Faced with the scorn and ridicule of that scumbag, the only person who came to catch the cheater with me was a man I had only met once. He dragged me to the City Hall, but no one told me I had to fulfill marital duties!
I stepped back in horror, and the man smiled slightly, "What, you never thought about doing intimate things with me?"
"Michael, aren't we in a fake marriage?"
"Who said it's a fake marriage?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure in his tone.
I recalled my fiancé's betrayal and felt torn inside. But Michael's hot and deep kiss was irresistible.
"Be good, it'll be over soon," he murmured, his voice low and magnetic...

I gave Ethan three years. He told his friends I was just a substitute for the woman he really loved. I cooked for him with a fever. I called him twenty-three times from the ER — he blocked every one because he was with her.

So I left my key on the counter and walked out.

He laughed. "She's getting married? I'll send a gift."

He had no idea who my fiancé was. Or who my family was.

So why, when the truth came out, was he the one on his knees?

Mothers were supposed to love unconditionally. Mine didn't. In fact, she tried to kill me on my thirteenth birthday, when she saw just how different I was. My dad saved my life that night. He also took her away on an extended vacation, leaving me with an ever-absent uncle.
Five years later, solitude was something I lived by. I had to because I was different and people tended not to cope well with the unusual. In fact, they hated me for it, were even scared of me because of it.
I thought I was meant to live alone, until Isaac Grey took notice of me. He changed my life, taught me I wasn't the only one who was different, and I didn't need to be alone.
But with love comes sacrifice and then pain. Could I ever escape living in the dark?

In The Dark is created by Lila Rose, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Author

Warning – adult themes, 18 plus, abuse, violence, sex scene.

In the modern kingdom of Lycania, where Lycans rule and Werewolves serve, Lady Alina Xalveria stands as the heir to one of the most powerful noble houses. Known for her unmatched skill in battle and the striking white hair of her bloodline, Alina is a force feared and admired. But when her family is betrayed by those they once called allies, and killed, Alina is thrust into a deadly game of survival and vengeance. That is when she meets Valen, a mysterious figure with a hidden past… he is the exiled Lycan Prince of House Rhaelyor. The two of them become unlikely allies and work together to put a stop to those that threatened the balance of Lycania.

With her house on the brink of ruin, she must uncover the truth behind the betrayal and reclaim her family’s honor before their enemies seize the throne…

I am Lirael, fated mate of Kael Luthor, the Blackflame Alpha—and the Luna he destroyed with his own hands. Five years ago, Sera stole my identity as his savior and framed me as a traitor. Since then, Kael has hated me more than death.
Now my daughter, Aurora, is dying from Lycanthropic Decay. Only his source blood can save her.
He grips my chin and whispers coldly, “You want my blood for that bastard? Show me your sincerity.”
I tremble. “Kai… she is your daughter.”
But he refuses to believe me. And when Aurora’s life begins to fade, the lies buried for years finally start to crack…

After surviving three years of kidnapping, I finally escaped—only to find my boyfriend engaged to my younger sister.

My parents' reaction? "They are in love. As the older sister, you should step aside."
My ex's excuse? "Cordelia, you're the one I truly love."

"Go to hell," I sneered. I dumped him and walked away from the toxic Fox family forever.
Furious, he shouted behind me, "You'll regret this! Don't come crawling back!"

Oh, I didn't.

But when he finally came crawling back to me, he was in for a rude awakening. He didn't find me crying. Instead, he found me pinned against a wall, sharing a breathless, heated kiss with the most powerful, untouchable man in the city—his almighty uncle.

Seeing us, my ex lost his mind. "Cordelia! You said you loved me!" he roared in absolute jealousy.

With a wicked smile, I leaned against his uncle's chest and hooked my finger at my pathetic ex.

"Be a good boy," I smirked. "Call me Auntie."

When Victoria lay on the operating table, willing to sacrifice her health for her fiancé Ethan, she received a photo of him passionately kissing her stepsister. Heartbroken and done being the submissive girlfriend, Victoria dumps the cheating scumbag and goes on a blind date to secure her mother’s inheritance.

But fate plays a wicked trick. She sits at the wrong table and impulsively marries a devastatingly handsome stranger.

Her new husband? William Ashford—the most feared billionaire in the city, and shockingly, her ex-fiancé’s untouchable uncle!

When Ethan tries to humiliate her, thinking she's still the pathetic girl who loves him, he’s horrified to find her in the arms of the man he fears most.

"Uncle William?" Ethan trembles.

William pulls Victoria close, his eyes lethal. "Watch your tone, Ethan. Call her Aunt Victoria."

I am sitting on a small purple love seat, tucked into a nook beside a fake fireplace at Alexander's, an upscale club/hotel in Manhattan. I’m dressed in a tight black mini-dress and Italian leather heels. And I am watching my husband flirt with another woman…
And… I want him to do this... I think.

I had picked her out myself...

“Her,” I said to Zane. She was sitting alone at the bar, high cheekbones, wavy hair with a shoulder-length blunt-cut, smooth golden skin, and striking brown eyes with a cat-eye look to them… She wore a tiny black micro-mini skirt and cream cropped top, showing off smooth, toned abs.

He had followed my gaze to her and smiled.

“Honey, you have good taste in women,” he said. He looked at me again, and I nodded. And then he had stood and walked to the bar, without looking back....


Natalie and Zane had been married for eight years. And… though Natalie deeply desired her man, pretty girls had always made her a bit... disarmed. Once Zane discovered Natalie's fantasy, he was only too eager to help her fulfill it… As long as he could watch.

But, will Natalie and Zane's relationship withstand another woman? Enter Sophia and the world of Alexander Accardi fashions, and Alexander's Members Only sex club...
Natalie and Zane's fears and desires collide as they enter into a world they never expected and explore secrets, fantasies, and the boundaries of their relationship...

On the night of the full moon trial, my fated mate, Alpha Kevin, chained me in silver and forced me to give birth before the entire pack.
“That bastard in your belly doesn’t deserve to live,” he said.
But when my baby cried, the priest trembled. “Blood of the Moon Goddess…”
Kevin still sent our child to the water dungeon to protect fragile, lying Hestia. She whispered, “Sister, your blood—and your baby’s heartblood—will make me Luna.”
They drained me, carved my flesh, ripped out my claws, and laid me on the altar to cut out my heart.
Before the blade fell, I bit down on the death-mimicking pill.
Everyone believed I was dead.
But when I woke beside Lucian, Alpha of Duskblood Pack, I swore: next time Kevin sees me, my new dark claws will tear out his heart.
But will Kevin truly let me go?