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The first thing you should know about me? I’m technically a witch. But if you ask my family, that means I’m supposed to be the perfect little spell-slinger: dutifully attend their weird rituals, work at the family business, marry some pre-approved magical dude, and crank out a few adorable witch babies to keep the bloodline alive. Spoiler alert: that’s not happening.

Instead, I’ve mastered the art of avoiding the magical world. My strategy? Hide behind my computer screens and steer clear of all the drama. It mostly works—until the office jerk, who also happens to be a mind reader, decides to nose his way into my carefully constructed peace. Then he turns up half-dead at work, and suddenly, I’m knee-deep in magical messes I never signed up for.

Now, the annoying mind-reading jackass is convinced his problems are my problems, missing bodies are piling up, and both our families are tangled in this supernatural disaster. All I wanted was to play video games, hang out with my cat, and pretend the magical world didn’t exist. Instead, I’m stuck playing amateur detective, dealing with meddling relatives, and navigating way too much forced time with a man who’s equal parts aggravating and…okay, maybe slightly intriguing.

This? This is why I don’t date.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

{Sequel to Smoke & Mirrors}

It has been 10 months since Sapphire lost her family, 8 months since she escaped the clutches of a monster.

She might have escaped, but she is still a prisoner. She still has a part to play in an ancient story of love, war and betrayal. Her bonds to Damien might have been severed, but there are stronger ties that lay below the surface, ones that she may never be able to break.

Her soul still yearns for revenge, but she now has a new family to protect. Will she fail them for her selfish desire to charge into the storm?

But, all fairy tales have their own twist...what she does not know is that the storm is already raging towards her, with new enemies she never thought she would face.

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Two rival families found themselves in a pickle whe two of their members fall in love.

I don't have friends, and I'm yet to develop the need for them. After what happened last year, I learned friends can stab you in the back, and I've never fully recovered from it.

The last year taught me a bitter lesson- never trust anyone. Not even friends because they will do anything to destroy you, even when you did absolutely nothing wrong to them.

Ora Marshal is a nineteen-year-old history university student. Her first day doesn't go as planned after seeing the man that she thought she would never see again. Her history professor, whom she has a crush on. His attitude had changed to a cold manner towards her after the incident that happened the previous year. The past events catch up with her and the fear that she has to endure. They are both hurting on the inside. Can Ora handle the semester in his class? Can they work through it? Will she be able to tell him the truth about the incident? What happens when he returns her feelings? Can they heal each other?

[The heroine offers no forgiveness and looks back never， and is spoiled rotten by a powerful tycoon.]

For three years of marriage, everyone in the city knew that Henry Tudor deeply loved his wife — — Gloria Seymour

But on that day, Henry said, "Gloria's health is poor. If we really want a child, finding someone else to bear one is fine too."

He didn't know that Gloria was standing just outside the private room, clutching a pregnancy test report that had just confirmed she was expecting.

She had fought for his power, accompanied him to countless social events, and endured ovulation injections until her body was swollen and bruised—

all because they were both waiting for the fruit of their love.

Yet, in return Henry cheated on her with her own best friend.

Gloria caressed the new life taking shape within her womb.

In the darkness, she dialed a number that had been untouched for three years:

"Arrange a car accident for me. I want him to lose the one he loves most at the very moment he feels happiest."

Later, Henry Tudor collapsed into madness, clutching her "remains" in despair.

However, at a charity gala, he saw his "deceased" wife.

Dressed in a striking red gown, she was being carefully protected in the arms of another man.

One night. That’s all Detective Samantha Cross wanted.
One night to forget the rules.
One night to feel something other than pressure, guilt, and routine.
One night to do something reckless—just like her friends begged her to.
But the morning after brings more than regret.
She wakes up in a hotel room… and walks straight into the biggest case of her career:
The Governor’s daughter, murdered in the room next to hers.

And her number one suspect?
The same dangerously charming stranger she just slept with.
His name? Rowan Drake.
His profession? One of the country’s most elusive con artists.
His alibi? Her.
Samantha knows he didn’t do it. She was with him.
But if she admits that, she risks everything—her badge, her reputation, her career.
Now, trapped between duty and desire, she’s forced into an impossible alliance.
To clear his name, she’ll have to work side by side with the man who could ruin her.
And as the lies close in and the body count rises, one truth becomes dangerously clear:
The real killer is still out there…
And he’s watching them both.

​In his past life on Earth, he was a fat, bullied convenience store clerk who died unloved and exhausted. But fate dragged him into a strange new world, forcing his soul into the athletic body of Leo, a low-ranked personal guard to Lady Bella. While the original body spent years secretly mastering a single basic shield spell into an indestructible barrier, the new Leo wakes up with zero combat experience. He has to figure out how to maneuver this god-like power on the fly.
​To make matters worse, Lady Bella is a vicious, cruel tyrant manipulated into madness by her fiancé, Prince Julian. After dozens of exhausting loops trying and failing to save her, Leo finally snapped in Loop 15 and let her die. That was his biggest mistake. The World System bound their souls: Bella has seven lives total, her mind wiping and lifespan shrinking with every death, but Leo’s soul is linked directly to her final four lives. If she dies again now, they both face permanent deletion.
​Now, Bella has just awakened on her fourth life. The memory wipe has completely erased her knowledge of Prince Julian, resetting her evil personality into a confused, vulnerable state. She can see glitched System screens branding her a broken puppet, and she doesn't trust a single soul—especially not Leo. She makes his life absolute hell with impossible demands and constant suspicion, forcing him to become a desperate strategist just to keep them both breathing. To survive, Leo starts a secret journal to track the timeline, fighting a slow-burn attraction to a difficult woman while the World System actively tries to murder them both to fix the script.

My husband and parents wanted me dead. All because my sister was "dying."

They shoved a divorce agreement and an experimental surgery consent form at me.

I was supposed to be her donor.

But they didn't know I was the one actually dying.

Three days ago, they told me I had terminal bone cancer.

One month to live.

So when they threatened me into some back-alley surgery, I smiled.

I was already dying anyway.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband He Yu.

The card was filled with sweet nothings I hadn’t heard in a long time, and it invited me to dinner at Cloud Mist Restaurant.

That morning, he had called to tell me he had an emergency meeting at night and couldn’t come home.

So his so-called overtime was just a surprise for me.

I happily brought the flowers to my nose, but the next second I couldn’t stop sneezing five times in a row, my nose turning red and itchy at once. I’m severely allergic to roses, and I’d told He Yu that countless times.

I rubbed my nose and smiled awkwardly at the delivery driver: “Sorry, I’m allergic to roses. My husband must have forgotten in his rush.”

The delivery driver froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled out a cake and another bouquet of champagne roses from his insulated box: “I’m so sorry, ma’am. This is yours. There were two orders under the same phone number—I didn’t check clearly earlier.”

Two orders, one phone number.

I stood frozen, all the blood in my body turning cold in an instant.

I closed the door, my hands shaking as I dialed Cloud Mist Restaurant, my voice trembling: “Hello, do you have any tables left for Mr. He Yu’s usual spot?”

“Sorry, miss. Mr. He booked our top-floor viewing seat a week in advance. There are no tables left for tonight.”

A chill crawled up my spine. I looked down at the stretch marks still fading on my belly, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomach—where our baby was growing.

I grabbed my coat, slammed the door shut, and took a taxi straight to Cloud Mist Restaurant.

He Yu, if you dare betray me, you can forget about keeping that CEO position!

The more I cry, the hornier my sister gets.

Not a metaphor. Stone cold reality. Me and pop superstar Melody share a sick "emotional link" — the worse I suffer, the more she glows on stage.

My husband Christian discovered this secret.

Then he chose to betray me and crawl into bed with Melody.

Now every time Melody has a big show, Christian locks me in the basement, force-feeds me depression pills, and blasts horror movies 24/7 until I'm totally broken.

My despair gets fed straight into Melody's energy, making her perform like she's possessed.

Tonight they're fucking to celebrate her win. Tomorrow's concert means draining me dry again.

Enough!

If my pain is your sex drug, I'm cutting off the supply completely.

I'm going to the medical center to freeze myself for one full year.

Let you two horny bastards screw each other to death!

I'm a blind girl, and I've always been close with the old lady living next door.
One day, I caught the smell of blood coming from her apartment.
Worried something had happened to her, I pushed her door open—and instantly realized my mistake.
I had walked right into a murder scene.
The killer was still there.
I had to take a chance.
Betting that my pale, sightless eyes could fool those blood-crazed ones.
I stepped into the blood-soaked room, smiled toward where the body lay, and called out,
"Ma'am, the store has oranges on sale—I brought some over for you..."

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

My name is Rose Bailey. I am seventeen years old and about to start my senior year of High school. I have always lived a normal, boring, human life. Never believed in the supernatural or the love at first sight sh#t that others girls my age fall for. That is until I move with my mom and two brothers back to the small town where my mom grew up. My mom makes us stay at this house or should I say castle with a lot of other people living there. Imagine my surprise when I walked in on a man and two women that looked to be 20 or 21 having in a room that looks like an office. Imagine how surprised I was when I was frozen in place, unable to move as I felt a sharp pain in my chest from seeing them together as he one from behind while she leaned over a desk from pleasure and the other women was him. The man froze in place and looked at me with a guilty look on his face. The pain got worse in my chest and before I blacked out, I swore I heard him say Mate!

They called her wolfless.They whispered she was a witch.And when her mother burned, the pack learned to fear her shadow.For eighteen years, she survives by staying small inside a pack that would gladly see her dead. Rumours follow her like smoke — that when she comes of age, she will be burned just like her mother. So on the night she turns eighteen, she runs.Beyond the pack borders, the world is far more dangerous than she imagined — and so is she.Magic stirs where there should be none. Death bends away from her touch. And somewhere in the distance, a bond she doesn’t understand begins to pull tight.She doesn’t know her mother is alive.She doesn’t know her wolf was sealed, not missing.And she doesn’t know the Alpha’s son — the boy who loved her in silence — is her fated mate.As the truth claws its way to the surface, she must choose between revenge and becoming the very thing the pack feared all along.Because the girl they tried to burn was never weak.She was waiting.

M/M ||R18+ ||SENSUAL ||OBSESSION
“So, did it excite you?” I murmur, letting my voice drop. “Are you picturing it?” I sweep my gaze across the classroom, letting the silence of the empty desks stretch. “I bet the acoustics here would do wonders for your moans.”
His hand shoots out, pressing to my chest. “Michael.... that's enough,” he warns.
I grin, leaning just slightly into his hand, letting the warmth of his push press against me. “Fine, my moans then.”
And then he does something that surprises me, pushes me back against the wall. His hand is firm against my chest, and I can feel the tension coiling through both of us. His eyes are challenging, hesitant....but there’s no fear, not really. Desire is blazing there.
“Don’t push it,” he breathes.
“I don’t push,” I counter. “I accelerate interest until it becomes impossible to ignore.”
I can see the heat in his eyes, the flush creeping up his neck, the way his fingers tremble just slightly against me. My own pulse is hammering with the thrill of watching him wrestle with it, watching him fight and fail to keep that control he thinks he has.


Ryan Ashbrook teaches literature like a man who knows he’s running out of time. Terminally ill and painfully poetic, he’s made peace with dying.....just not with doing it alone.
Michael Foster, a burned-out editor drifting through life, hasn’t felt moved by anything in years.... until he meets the captivating teacher who feels every moment too deeply.
Their lives collide in a brief, breathtaking love that was never meant to last, one that might save them both, even as it breaks them.

On my wedding day, my entire family received Iris’s desperate plea for help.
“Mom, Dad, Brother! I’ve been kidnapped, come save me, quick!”
Everyone panicked—including my fiancé, Theodore.
They interrupted the wedding ceremony to rush to Iris.
I begged them through tears not to go. I said it was a trick, something Iris had staged herself.
“The ceremony would have been over in ten more minutes. Can’t you just wait ten minutes?”
My parents called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch. My brother, Ron, pried my fingers from his tuxedo lapel.
“Chloe, stop being so selfish! Even if Iris isn’t your blood sister, how can you be so cruel?!”
“All you care about is your own wedding! Do you really want to see her die?!”
My fiancé looked at me with disappointment. “Let’s cancel the wedding for now.”
“I just realized… the one I care about more… is Iris.”
Watching their hurried figures disappear, I picked up a knife and locked myself in the bridal suite.

My husband was a vampire lord, bound by a blood oath to the Elders. Forbidden from ever completing a mate bond.
But he bonded with me anyway. Every time he felt something for me, the oath punished him — ten minutes of agony. He endured it ninety-nine times and told me it was worth it.
To prove it, he carved a mark into my collarbone with his own blood. A promise: if I was ever in danger, he'd come for me. No matter what.
Then the Crimson Blight came — an ancient death curse, meant for another woman. His precious, fragile Elowen. And instead of letting it take her, he transferred it onto me.
I woke up chained in the sealed chamber beneath our own manor, blood core burning from the inside out. When I couldn't take any more, I activated his mark and reached through the bond for help.
I heard his voice. But he wasn't talking to me.
"She's a Blood Hunter. She can take it. She should bear this for me."
He didn't know I was three months pregnant with his child.

My mother stared at my body, fused to the sofa, and waited forty minutes before calling 911.
She cheerfully told my father the news, deciding they should celebrate with a nice dinner.
Of course.
After all, they could finally be rid of the burden I’d become—no more tormenting me, no more keeping me locked away.
They could go back to being the respectable parents everyone thought they were.
But—
Someone was bound to see the truth.

When I took my last breath, my boyfriend of five years was busy pulling strings to get his new model fling a runway spot.
Nobody knew he used to be a desperate stray I bought out of a dark alley. It started as a three-year contract. I burned millions to pave his way into the fashion elite, handing him top-tier campaigns until he became a global supermodel.
I stayed his dirty little secret so nothing would ruin his shot at "Model of the Year." He swore going public would kill his career, yet he had no problem parading around with young starlets—and letting them humiliate me behind closed doors.
His newest fling even smugly played a recording of him mocking me: "She’s just an ATM for brand deals. How could an uptight, older control freak ever compete with you?"
That was when I finally accepted it: love bought with money is just a transaction.
So, holding my terminal diagnosis, I signed over the last of my assets and quietly bowed out of his glamorous life forever.
I just don't understand one thing: if he was so sick of me, why did he completely lose his mind when he saw my death certificate? Why did he throw away everything he'd built, tearing the world apart to find me like a feral, abandoned dog?

From a young age, I understood that my asthma was a shackle for my entire family. My parents took turns caring for me, their hearts gripped by the fear of any sign of respiratory distress. In their fervent concern for my health, they even compelled my sister, Sophie, freshly accepted into university, to postpone her studies and return home to assist in my care.
At Sophie's eighteenth birthday celebration, I lingered at the edge of the crowd, my chest constricted, and my throat felt as if it were ensnared by invisible hands. I gently tugged at my mother's sleeve, my voice barely a whisper: "Mom, I... can't breathe. I want to go back to my room..."
In an instant, my mother whirled around, her eyes ablaze with fury, as though she had awaited this moment of eruption. She seized my inhaler and hurled it into the farthest corner of the room.
"If it's this painful, then go die!" she shrieked, her words cutting like a knife. "Stop using your illness to hold us hostage!"
The inhaler tumbled to the floor, rolling away like a forgotten piece of trash. I stared at it blankly, a sudden laugh escaping my lips.
And then, I truly died. Yet, in the wake of my passing, those who once found me a burden descended into madness.

Three years ago, Evelyn Blackwell was a wolf-less Omega, betrayed, rejected, and cast out of the Bloodbane Pack.
She walked away with nothing but her unborn daughter and the ashes of a bond she once believed in.
Now she's back.
Not as someone's Luna, but as the founder of a medical empire, a world-renowned doctor,And the fiercely protective mother of a bright, wolf-less little girl.
Her ex-mate, Alpha Calvin Wolfe, expected her to fade into obscurity.
But the moment he sees her again, confident, radiant, and entirely out of reach, he knows he made the biggest mistake of his life.
She doesn't want his apology.
She doesn't want his pack.
And she sure as hell doesn't want his pity.
He falls to his knees, remorse all over his face."Evelyn, I love you. Can we get back together?"
She scoffs,"Alpha Calvin, the cheater, you're not so sweet anymore."
Her twin sons drop to their knees,"Mom, we only want you!"
Evelyn waves them off,"No thanks, I already have an adorable daughter now."

“You need money? I can give you that, you only need to be my wife.” Those words, his cold and emotionless eyes told me that he sad. Roselyn Jensen is known as a queen of bad luck and clumsiness. But she a warm, sunny and loving person. She stops studying in college because her mother is in comma because of an accident. She meet
a man that will change her life. She can easily attach herself to people but she fell for him because he is the saddest man she meet. For some reason she had this feelings of wanting to take care of him for the rest of her life.
A 30-years old C.E.O and an heir of a multibillionaire business empire is just a lonely man. Due to an accident, Crimson Luca became an impotent. He lost his fiancée and also ready to be alone in seclusion. But his grandfather threatens him. “Get married or you won’t inherit anything.” He found a girl whom he can be a contracted wife. Little did he know that woman will give him a rosy world whom he gives up already. Love knocks on his door once again.

With her sweet love blossoming like never before, Alyssa Reid is finally about to visit
her boyfriend, Carl Silver's family for the first time. All was going well until things started taking a weird turn.

Turns out Carl had a deep dark secret unknown to her, and his goals for bringing her to visit his family was for her find out this secret and make her a part of it.

read if you want a new green flag gangster boyfriend.
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read if you are in love with a friend.
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read if you carry a knife around just for your new friend to use said knife on people that touch or breathe near you.
read if you love to torture people.
read if you want to fall in love with the towns number one killer.
read if you love knife violence.
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Meet Valerie and Chase and fall in love with their story.
no they don't hate each other.
no they aren't in opposite gangs, well, they are but not rival gangs.

Read to know more.

P.S. all chapter titles are a list on things that can kill you/ ways to kill a person.

I am Athena the first born child of the Alpha Caden. I have come back to take my rightful position." She paused. 
"As Alpha."
Gasps and murmurs of wonder disbelief rose in the crowd. It had never been recorded in history that an Alpha werewolf should give birth to a female as a first child. But everyone saw the uncanny resemblance between her and the first queen the heard the Alpha voice of authority in her. But it how was it.
She let the noise die down before she continued.
"Although I never knew my father, you all knew him, Alpha Caden kind, considerate, passionate and respectful of his people. He entertained complaints from the lowest of ranks. Joined in manual labor and from time to time visited the poor. He was loved by many."
She let the whispers of agreement die down.
"I am nothing like him."

At her arranged fiancé's funeral, Alaina thought the worst had already happened.
She was wrong.
Torn from the ceremony by an emperor who sees her as nothing but a way to join two rival kingdoms, she is forced into a new marriage with the bastard son of the Mage Kingdom. The mage prince she's supposed to wed is nothing like the stories she grew up hearing. Gentle, curious, and doesn't turn his nose up when she wants to use a sword, Felix begins to unravel everything she thought she knew about her future.
For a moment, she dares to hope until fire rains from the sky.
Abducted by dragon riders who claim she is the last of a long-lost bloodline, she is thrust into a world of secrets, lies, and a power that refuses to awaken, but when she discovers the truth (that the man who claims to be her savior murdered her father and plans to use her for something far darker) escape becomes her only choice.
Hunted across frozen mountains with nothing but a mysterious dragon egg and her fading strength, she must decide who to trust, what to become, and whether the life she’s been fighting for was ever truly hers.
Because she was never meant to survive.
She was meant to become something else.

Eleanor Shaw came to the Sterling estate with a sole and fiery intention-revenge. Disguised as a shy maid, she aimed to take down the person who gave the final orders to her parents' murder-The Sterling family.

The man she encounters, however, is a complex and calculating monarch, rather than a straightforward monster- Alexander Sterling, a cold and cunning mafia boss nicknamed 'The Ghost.' He also recognizes the intelligent mind that lurks beneath the servile facade that Eleanor has adopted.

Caught up in a deadly game of chess and politics, Eleanor’s mission becomes further clouded with a dangerous and rising passion for her sworn nemesis, who is deeply embroiled with the most prominent political family in New York - the Van Horns.

The white ivory queen, Alexander, gives Eleanor the start of their perilous waltz on a checkerboard.

These matches, like their real-life battles, become a reflection of their struggle for power. Every move uncovers another layer of her brilliant mind; every checkmate brings him closer to a truth that could ruin them both.

When Eleanor discovers that her parents' deaths are part of a broader conspiracy reaching the highest levels of both the mafia and the government, she must choose between her lifelong aim for vengeance and the man she set out to destroy.

Alexander, in turn, must choose between the empire he has built and the player who has become crucial to his endgame, even if she now represents his downfall.

Where there is love and revenge, they will understand that their game isn't determined by pieces, but rather through the power of hearts and souls. Whether they separate themselves or create a new future from the past will depend on their final move.

Read on for the final Checkmate!!

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. We couldn't save the baby."

My hand instinctively reached for my stomach. "So... it's really gone?"

"Your cancer-weakened body can't support the pregnancy. We need to end it, soon," the doctor says.

After the surgery, HE showed up. "Audrey Sinclair! How dare you make this decision without consulting me?"

I wanted to pour out my pain, to feel his embrace. But when I saw the WOMAN beside him, I gave up.

Without hesitation, he left with that "fragile" woman. That kind of tenderness, I’ve never felt it.

However, I don't mind that anymore as I have nothing now - my child, my love, and even... my life.


Audrey Sinclair, a poor woman, fell in love with a man she shouldn't have. Blake Parker, New York's most powerful billionaire, has everything a man could dream of - money, power, influence - but one thing: he doesn't love her.

Five years of one-sided love. Three years of secret marriage. A diagnosis that leaves her with three months to live.

When the Hollywood starlet returns from Europe, Audrey Sinclair knows it's time to end her loveless marriage. But she doesn't understand - since he doesn't love her, why did he refuse when she proposed divorce? Why is he torturing her during these last three months of her life?

As time slips away like sand through an hourglass, Audrey must choose: die as Mrs. Parker, or live her final days in freedom.

She woke up naked, bound, and on display in a birdcage.

Her husband sat in the front row while strangers bid on her unborn son's organs. He believed the video. The DNA test. The other woman's lies.

They took her baby. They took her mother. They tried to take her mind.

So she let them think she was broken. She smiled through the electric shocks. She bent without breaking. She counted down to the surgery that was supposed to kill her.

But she wasn't counting down to her death.

She was counting down to theirs.

They wanted her heart?

She'll give it to them—still beating, as she becomes their judge, jury, and executioner.

Dark Revenge Romance. CW: non-con, graphic violence, pregnancy loss, captivity. Read with caution.

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

★

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

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

The Cold Heart one.

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

I stepped out of my OB-GYN appointment, only to be crushed by a speeding truck while my husband watched from the opposite curb, not even blinking.
I choked on my own blood before waking up on the exact same street corner.
I thought I had been reborn, but then I saw a glowing red number "4" burned into the skin of my forearm.
What the hell was happening?

He broke down the morgue door, his guttural scream echoing off the cold tiles as he yanked open drawer after drawer.

"Emily!"

Ethan's hands shook violently as he pulled it open. She lay inside, a white sheet draped over her face. With trembling fingers, he peeled back the fabric. Her face was paper-white, lips bloodless, her eyelashes casting faint shadows. So still.

This wasn't the Emily he knew. The Emily he knew could smile, could cry, could clumsily try to warm his frozen heart. But now, she was just a corpse. A corpse because of him.

"Cancer... stage four..." he whispered, drowning in a tidal wave of panic.

He remembered all those times she had clutched her stomach in agony, and he had mocked her. He remembered demanding she give her heart to his lover. He remembered her final silent words through the surgical glass: "I hate you."

"AHHH—!!" A raw scream tore from his throat. He slammed his fist into the metal drawer, blood blooming across his knuckles.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her stiff, freezing body into his arms. She was so light. Like holding air.

"Emily, I was wrong. I was so wrong," he choked out, crying for the first time in years. "Wake up. Hit me. Hate me. I'm begging you..."

But death is the most absolute silence of all. How far will a man go when he realizes he murdered his only salvation?

"Say another word and I'll bite your tongue off, you'll lose it."
He replied in a daring tone and my sense told me that he wasn't playing this time around.
I would rather endure the pain than to make sure that I lost any part of my body.
"I would prefer I die... Ah!" I screamed when his fangs sank into my neck drawing blood like it was a fountain gushing out.
I was stupefied but my hands couldn't move anymore.


Naomi： a human girl who had been a slave for many years of her life, and now had zero hope of escaping it after being trafficked.
Lucian： the vampire lord and leader of the Pure Bloods, and a very successful business man who is a Billionaire.
What happens when both of their worlds collide, after Lucian agrees to work with the government of the country to unveil the underworld?
This is a story of love, crime, and of course blood.

Annie Hart was Brandon Ross's secret lover for five years. She thought being obedient and submissive would make him fall in love with her, but she ended up being abandoned.
"It's okay. I don't love you anymore, Mr. Ross." Annie left gracefully without asking for a penny from him. However, when she was about to marry another man, Mr. Ross suddenly found her and pressed her against the wall, kissing her wildly, "I was wrong. Please don't leave me!"

I could feel blood rushing out from my hands but I couldn’t see it

I felt a claw growing from its finger
My eyes widened a little

I saw a face coming out of the mirror
His face was filled with bloods
His teeth was a black color as bloods were flowing down from it

His claw finds its way to my neck as we both screamed together

I jumped up from my bed, breathing heavily
It was a dream

Small town girl Giana works hard and doesn’t depend on anyone for help. She struggles with family problems and copes by Riding her horse to her family’s lake to enjoy the peace and quiet. While at work one day she meets a her new student Gloriana. After an eye opening day at work Giana goes back and forth with her emotions but while learning to heal she end up finds what could be her first real love.. But little does she know the man she falls in love with is hiding a huge secret from her.

“Good Evening Madam. I’m Carlos and this is Jose. Is this your home?” said the taller of the two young men.
“Yes, this is my family's home. Can I help you?” Giana spoke softly.
“We are here to deliver this invitation to the Ortega family” Carlos held out an envelope.

Giana wasn’t sure if she should take it but she was Giana Ortega so she carefully took the envelope and thanked them. She watched as both men turned and returned to their vehicle. Giana went back inside and opened the envelope. Her mouth fell open as she read the contents of the envelope.

Who sent the invitation and where’s it to? What is Gianas love interest hiding from her?

Sometimes, when things are set in motion there is no stopping the landslide to follow…

A woman always hopes one day to fall in love: to…you know…live the happy ever after dream.
Sometimes though, dreams go haywire when you fall in love with the wrong man. My name is Nicole Leathers, and I own the events my actions brought about within my life. When I fled Los Angeles, California, to Dallas, Texas, having lost my partner in a sting gone horribly wrong, I had no idea what a shit-ball I was about to create when I fell for a man I shouldn’t want—my team leader—a Harley driving, wicked-smile wielding, melt your panties morsel, I wanted to lick like an all-day lollipop! But, he had a wife that stood in my way…at first.

He was the scion of a wealthy family, the richest man in the country, and the man that princesses from all over the world desperately wanted to marry. Yet, when he returned home, he found himself being ordered around by his mother-in-law as if he were a mere nanny.

While cleaning my husband's study, I accidentally knocked over my coffee.
Wiping down his laptop, I stumbled upon an open online document—a five-year log of sexual encounters.
One glance left me dizzy.
The latest entry was from yesterday. My husband, Ethan, had been away on a business trip for a week.
【2 hours 32 minutes. Ethan—only when you’re drained can I finally rest easy.】
【You little tease, so greedy! Don’t worry, big brother will make sure you’re full.】
The other editor of the document was someone I knew—Mia, his childhood sweetheart. Her ID: ExcavatorDiggingCilantro.
Trembling, I read through all 99 pages of the online log.
So this was how many times my husband had cheated on me.
When no tears were left, I pulled out the two-way radio I hadn’t touched in six years.
“Three days. The rose returns to its place.”

She loved him with all her three lives, only to be used and hurt repeatedly. When she returned to the wedding day for the fourth time, the phoenix refused to be trapped any longer. Betrayal ended, revenge arrived, and her destined dragon finally came to take her home.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!

The second half of this book contains everything rated 18+. If you are not into dark romance, please do not read it in the name of everything holy.

Excerpt

"I own you, Reyana. You are mine... Mine to torture... Mine to claim... Mine to punish... and nothing will ever save you from me. Not even death!" His words were heavy and true. He meant every word he said.


Bound by an oath, the Blood Crescent pack has kept a prophecy hidden for over 300 years.

Alpha Randall, the most ruthless Alpha of his time was a god among men, rich in power, strength, wealth, achievements... No one comes close. He was the envy of all.

Wherever he went, he left a trail of death and darkness, and no one ever prayed to be mated to such a monster, but fate had a different plan for him.

His world began crumbling when he was mated to Reyana, his Beta's girlfriend, whom he hated with passion.

Reyana was doomed when Alpha Randall refused to claim her, neither was he willing to reject her, not only because he had a mistress, Visha, whom he loved so much... He had other reasons.

Torn between two women, the secret of the prophecy was on the verge of crumbling as, unknown to Randall, one of these women was meant to be his downfall, while the other was the key to unlocking the prophecy.

What happens when Randall's biggest nightmare is unlocked and the Dark-eyed monster whom he thought he killed years ago resurfaces, threatening his very existence?

Let's find out in this heart-racing piece filled with suspense, Steamy romance, and betrayal.

Brace yourselves. This will be one of the most twisted, mind-blowing stories you'll ever come across.

At my engagement dinner, my fiancé asked me to sign the prenup that killed me once before.

Last time, Adrian smiled, kissed my hand, and promised I would never be alone again. Three weeks later, debt collectors came for money I had never borrowed, black veins crawled under my skin, and his dying mother walked out of hospice in pearls.

This time, I turned to the second page first.

My name was already printed there.

Beside it was a date that had not happened yet.

Under it was another bride’s name.

A woman declared dead twenty-three years ago.

Ava's ordinary life is changed when she Comes to the ultimate decision to Sell her Honor all so she could save her mother. Littl does she know the man she sold herself to was the ruthless, enigmatic Mafia Leader. A powerful man who operates in the shadows, and he claims Ava as his own, believing she was destined to be his.
Trapped in Dimitri's lavish Axton penthouse, Ava struggles against her captivity. She trieseverything short of killing herself But Dimitri's possessiveness is overwhelming, a mix of fierce protection and absolute control. His world is constantly under threat, a legacy shaped by his powerful father Antonio Andreas, who taught Dimitri that control is the only way to survive.
When ava gets Abducted, he was the one to rescue her but Ava was hesitant. between her and Ava, wants her freeedon and Dimitri is reluctant to let her go. Bending his rules, relenting an dgranting her some fredom does nothing it is short-lived. Ava, unwilling to live a life of gilded imprisonment, confronts Dimitri. In a shocking turn, despite his deep-seated need for control and his obsession. Dimitri makes the agonizing decision to set Ava free.
Little does Ava know that Dimitri lets her go just so he can keep her. The stroy Takes a new twist when a promising proposal is arranged for Dimitri by his father and Ava who faces problems after problems while Dimitri continues protecting her from the Shadows without her knowledge. Ava battles the internal war of her feelings for Dimitri.
This story explores the complex line between protection and imprisonment, and whether a love born from such dangerous circumstances can ever truly be free. It’s a tale of survival, power, and the ultimate test of can Dimitri have it all Power and weath including Ava.

My husband swore I was the only woman he would ever love.
Then my half-sister handed me her ultrasound. His baby. Growing inside her.
Three years of marriage. Three years of building everything together. Gone in one moment.
I should have thrown the proof in his face.
But my doctor gave me news that made his betrayal feel like nothing.
So I did something he will never expect.
I disappeared.
Let him search. Let him lose his mind.
He will never find me.

I died. At my sister's eighteenth birthday party, the moment the champagne tower came crashing down.

While she stood under the crystal chandelier in her gown, soaking up congratulations from three hundred guests, I was tied up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The wound in my stomach was still bleeding.

I called my family. Only my brother picked up, sounding pissed off and disgusted. "What's your problem now? This is her big day. You better not ruin it."

I tried to explain. He hung up.

That was the ninety-ninth time they'd hung up on me.

Also the last.

They thought I was throwing a tantrum, deliberately skipping my sister's special moment. Called me ungrateful, said they regretted bringing me back from that backwater town two years ago.

Well, now they're off the hook.

Problem solved.

On our fifth anniversary, Caspian gifted me a luxury yacht bearing my name. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive.
But when I finally conceived his child and prepared to share the news, his mistress sent me photos—him cradling a baby she'd given him, his eyes filled with a tenderness I'd never seen.
Five years of waiting, five years of infertility—all an elaborate lie.
He once whispered in my ear: "Even if every man in the world betrays his wife, I never will. You're my life. Without you, I can't survive."
I quietly packed, left behind my pregnancy report and all the evidence, and drove away. Three hours later, he received the call: my car exploded on the highway. No survivors.
From that day on, the most powerful man in Valen City lost his mind completely.

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.