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“Your body wants me more than you let yourself admit,” Alex declared, his eyes caressing Sarah's face.

Sarah shook her head. Alex was her son's best friend. He was twenty two and Sarah was forty five and divorced.

“Whatever this is, it has to stop, Alex,” she said, trying to sound stern.

But she could feel her resolve cracking.

“You're not going to want me to stop when I touch you tonight, mama,” Alex said.

His hands stayed in his pockets and his eyes remained dark with desire.

“This is crazy,” she muttered.

He nodded.

“Crazy is a word I want to hear you say tonight when I pin you down on your bed and make love to you.”

Sarah knew she would not be able to fight this off.
This was the peak of her confusion. She was desiring a boy of twenty two and she was ready to submit herself to him. She should be ashamed that she let herself feel desire.

She should be afraid that the body of a twenty two years old boy called out to her and her body responded.

What would happen when her son found out?
What would her ex husband say when he heard that she got in a scandal over sleeping with her son's best friend just one year after their separation was finalized?

Won't he call her a terrible mother like he's always claimed she is?

Won't she lose business deals when she gets into a scandal?

There was too much at stake and she wasn't willing to risk it on the bed of pleasure.

But Alex was still looking at her. When he spoke, it was with authority.

“Take off your top and let me see your breasts, mama,” he commanded.

For his mother's life, he willingly became a live-in son-in-law for three years, enduring countless humiliations from his wife and male lover. Only when they themselves unplugged the life support pod did he retrieve the dusty cell phone from the pool of blood. The "Zero" access to the Silicon Valley dark web had been unlocked; this time, he would make the entire Crawford empire pay with its life.

I’m Alice, vampire royal princess.
Three years into my father’s affair, my mother got her death sentence.
The Royal Enchanter slammed her fist down, eyes blazing.
“Lokui, are you mad? Hiding your terminal curse from him? You think he’ll weep and repent? Killing yourself to punish a man is pathetic.”
My mother only smiled, her gaze soft and steady on me.
“I don’t want his regret. I’m building my daughter a throne with my death.”

Every victim had the same thing in common.
None of them had ever met Detective Celia Hart.
Until the night one of them whispered her name before dying.


When ritualistic murders surface across the city—each marked by bloodied roses and a single spiral—Detective Celia Hart is pulled into a case that feels disturbingly personal.

Because the killer isn’t choosing victims at random.
He’s following a pattern… one that leads straight to her.

The deeper Celia and her partner Mara Vex dig, the uglier the truth becomes: a corrupt police brotherhood, a cult that turns children into vessels, and the Ash Protocol itself—a living contagion that doesn’t just break minds… it rewrites reality.

And it has already marked Celia.

The spiral on her wrist isn’t a scar.
It’s a key.

As memories she never lived begin to surface, Celia realizes the impossible:
their world is a collapsing simulation, trapped in an endless time loop—and she is the anomaly at its center.

The one created to stop it.
Or to destroy everything.

But breaking the cycle comes at a cost.

Because in every timeline where the world survives—
Mara doesn’t.

Now, with reality fracturing and the Protocol spreading, Celia has one final choice:
save the world… or save the woman she refuses to lose.

The spiral is tightening.
The system is watching.
And this time—there may be no reset.

"Happy anniversary, sister," Chloe smiled, the diamond necklace I’d inherited glittering on her neck.

"You signed the transfer papers," Gavin said, wrapping an arm around her. "The company is ours. You were just a placeholder, Isla. A boring, plain placeholder."

I tried to scream, but the poisoned champagne had turned my limbs to lead. Chloe shoved me. I hit the freezing water of the Atlantic, watching the yacht drift away as I sank into the darkness.

I hate you, I screamed silently. Let me come back.

Then, I woke up. In my old bed. On the morning of my wedding day, five years ago.

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.

I was born scentless, bondless, and worthless in a world ruled by fate and fated mates.
They labeled me broken. Unmarkable. Disposable.
For years, I bled to keep the wolf king’s heir sane—my blood quieted his curse, his lies fed my hope. I thought I was his everything.
Until his real fated mate appeared.
He cast me aside like trash, threw me to the war-torn streets, and let me die for his crown.
I should’ve perished in the cold North.
Instead, I rose.
I’m not broken. I’m the power fate forgot. My silence unmakes kings, my will breaks alphas. I built my own empire for the outcast and abandoned—where no one kneels, no one is used.
Now the fallen king begs for my blood again.
But I’m no longer his weapon.
No longer his sacrifice.
This time, I hold the crown.
This time, I choose who falls.

Sienna was never supposed to be a werewolf. Born without the gene that would make her part of her pack, she was called defective, broken, and weak. But when she met Kael Ashford, a brilliant neurosurgeon and her true fated mate, she thought her curse might finally change. She was wrong. After years of cold indifference and betrayal, Kael rejected her publicly and their pack cast her out—leaving her with nothing but their baby daughter, Lily, and the determination to survive.
Five years later, Sienna returns transformed. No longer the broken, wolfless woman they discarded, she is now a powerful werewolf with abilities that shouldn't exist and a strength that makes alphas bow. But fate has twisted their paths back together, and Lily's rare condition requires Kael's medical expertise. Now the man who rejected her is on his knees begging for forgiveness, and he's not alone. Two other powerful suitors are vying for her attention—and for a chance to claim both her and her daughter. This time, Sienna will choose for herself. And she won't settle for anything less than real love.

On a dark summer night, two years ago, Lilith woke up in a strange house with no recollection of her life. The nice but eccentric couple who took her in had saved her life that night after finding her bleeding on their doorstep.
2 years later, Lilith has to leave the safety of her new home to join the ranks of mystics in Lixierra Academy.
She did, after all, set her bed on fire with a simple thought.
At the academy, Lilith has to battle anxiety, scorned lovers, and a dead queen's shadow in order to learn how to control her newly emerged powers and find out who she really is.
But with nightmares plaguing her mind every night, will Lilith ever find out who tried to kill her 2 years ago?

Sloane Hartford spent years building herself from nothing after her ex, Cade Whitmore, chose his father's approval over her. Her grandmother has passed, and her will drops a bomb: marry Cade within six months or the hotel empire goes to a cousin who'll gut it for profit, destroying the legacy and the thousand families who depend on those jobs.
Cade has his own agenda. His sister Lily died six months ago in what police called a suicide. He knows it was murder, tied to a human trafficking ring using luxury hotels as cover. His investigation points to the Hartford empire, maybe Sloane's own family. He'll marry Sloane, give her the empire, but only if she helps him infiltrate the operation and get justice for Lily.
It’s forced proximity in a pressure cooker. They're planning a wedding while hunting criminals, navigating family dinners while investigating her relatives, sharing a penthouse to maintain appearances while the hurt between them is still raw. Cade is harder now, willing to burn everything down for truth. Sloane discovers she never stopped loving him, but can't ignore that he suspects her family of monstrous crimes; and worse, she's finding evidence he might be right.
How do you reconcile loving someone who might destroy your family? How do you rebuild trust when it was shattered by different values, and those same values are now in conflict again?

Aurora Calloway was the wife no one knew existed, trapped in a marriage where love was a distant illusion. But when betrayal cuts too deep, the life she thought she had unravels, forcing her into a battle she never saw coming.

He unfastened it, freeing her breasts, and he squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting a moan from her.
"You like that, huh?" he growled playfully in her ear. She didn't respond – she couldn't.
Words had lost all meaning in the wake of the mind-blowing pleasure that coursed through her body. He moved his lips to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue, nibbling them gently before closing his lips around them and sucking. Her body arched towards him, the sensations unbearable and yet not enough.
"Fuck, Dominic," she moaned.


In the shadowed corners of a life marred by neglect and abuse, Ava navigates her existence with a resilience that belies her years. The youngest of six and the only girl, she has become invisible within her own family, her days a relentless cycle of servitude and solitude. Trapped in the confines of a home that feels more like a prison, her only solace lies in the dreams that dance just out of reach, fueling her hope for escape from the cold, dim basement that is both her room and her refuge.

But Ava's world is about to tilt on its axis. The unexpected intervention of a high-ranking mafia official, a figure both feared and revered, offers a flicker of light in her endless night. This man, with his own shadows and secrets, sees Ava in a way no one else has. He offers safety, a concept so foreign yet desperately yearned for. Yet, with his protection comes the tangled web of his world, drawing Ava into a reality far removed from the simplicity of her own struggles.

As she steps tentatively into this new life, Ava must navigate the complexities of trust, the unfamiliar terrain of human kindness, and the realization that strength comes in many forms. Her journey is one of transformation, a path littered with challenges, unexpected alliances, and the daunting task of tearing down the walls she's built around her heart.

This story is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a tale woven with threads of hope, redemption, and the relentless pursuit of a life reclaimed. It's a narrative that asks the reader to believe in the possibility of second chances, not just for Ava, but for the very essence of humanity itself.

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"You think dying once made you weak?" The old examiner leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "No, boy. It made you dangerous. Because you already know what it feels like to lose everything. And that makes you the most terrifying thing in this academy."

Zane said nothing. He just looked down at his cracked, blackened hands and smiled.

"You have no idea," he whispered.

Zane Ardell was twenty-nine when he died.

He was the greatest warrior his kingdom had ever produced. The youngest general. The man who won seven wars and lost only one thing: himself.

He died alone, in a cold throne room, betrayed by the very people he bled for.

And then he woke up.

Not in heaven. Not in darkness. In a body that was six years old, in a world where magic is real and power is everything.

In a world where the academy called Ironspire determines who lives like a king and who dies like a dog.

Zane has the mind of a general, the soul of a king, and a body that everyone thinks is trash.

They will laugh at him. They will humiliate him. They will come for him.
Let them.

He has already died once. He is not afraid to make them wish they had.

Nightgrave Academy was never meant to be safe.

Not for someone like Ivy Rowen.

Possessing a power she doesn’t understand, Ivy is thrown into a world where alliances are fragile, magic is deadly, and trust is a luxury she can’t afford.

Everyone wants something from her.

Some want her power.

Some want her loyalty.

And some want her dead.

But as secrets unravel and the truth about her powers begin to come to light, Ivy realizes one thing:

She was never meant to survive Nightgrave.

She was meant to change it.

The day I went into labor, my husband threw me into Dragon's Pyre.

Draven was the Dragon King. I was carrying his child. Should've been the happiest day of our lives. Instead, it became hell.

Why? His dead brother Kael's widow, Seraphina, was about to pop too. And Ashwing law was crystal clear: first male heir takes the throne.

Our due dates? One day apart.

So he picked her over me. Because apparently, I OWED them.

Dragon's Pyre—where they roast criminals alive with dragonflame. Hot enough to turn flesh to ash in seconds. But that wasn't enough for them. They shoved some potion down my throat that would keep my body from going into labor, even though my baby was clawing to get OUT.

I was curled up on that scorching stone slab, feeling my child die inside me.

All because I'd been stupid enough to fall in love with him.

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies .

“ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe .

I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth .

“ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

"Mr. Wolfe's daughter needs a live-in caretaker. You will handle her meals, her studies and her daily supervision."
"Wait… a nanny?"
"Not just a nanny. A live-in housekeeper and companion. Full access. Housing, transport and excellent pay."
I blinked. "How excellent?"
"Six figures annually," Dana replied.
Rennie Brooks was not looking for a miracle. She only wanted to survive. With one hundred and two dollars in her account, an empty fridge and no one left to rely on, she never expected a desperate phone call to lead her into the estate of billionaire Shawn Wolfe. He is powerful, distant and impossible to read. Years of heartbreak and a toxic past with his ex-wife have turned him into a man who trusts no one. His daughter, Diane, is known for chasing away every nanny who steps through the door.
Until Rennie arrives.
From the moment she enters the Wolfe mansion, everything begins to shift. The cold silence softens. Diane attaches herself to Rennie with surprising devotion. The staff breathe easier. And Shawn, who once believed his heart was permanently locked, starts to feel something he has not felt in years.
To everyone else, Rennie is simply the hired help.
Behind closed doors, the truth is very different. Their connection grows in quiet moments and lingering glances. It is forbidden, risky and too intense to ignore.
He is her employer.
She lives under his roof.
No one, not even his daughter, can know what is happening between them.
But some feelings refuse to stay hidden.
They rise, they consume and they change the course of every life they touch.
Sometimes love does not wait for permission.
Sometimes it enters without warning and refuses to leave.

It's fall break, and Mom and my sister Della Sinclair are visiting me at St. Julian's Academy.

The South Campus Arctic Biome is a landmark the Sinclair family funded years ago. It's filled with the rare arctic flowers Mom and Della have always loved. Every single time they visit, they have to go in.

That's when Kiley Croft, the girl Fletcher Waverly grew up with, pulls what she calls "a little prank." While no one's paying attention, she locks the door from the outside panel and pushes the temperature controls to maximum.

The people inside are trapped. They burn to death.

Kiley runs to Fletcher in tears, and instead of calling 911, he pulls her close and tells her:

"Hey. It's okay. It was an accident. This isn't on you."

He doesn't call me until the fire trucks show up.

"Blythe, the biome caught fire. Your mom and your sister are trapped inside."

I spin around.

Della is right next to me, sniffling and complaining about her cold. Mom is passing her tissues.

They're both completely fine.

Then who the hell is in there?

Five years ago, I was drugged and ended up having sex with a stranger, resulting in a pregnancy. I chose to go abroad to give birth.
Five years later, I returned with my son, determined to seek revenge on those who conspired against me.
At this moment, a man appeared before me and my child, expressing his desire to become my son's father...

I helped him claw his way up from nothing—from the family's bastard to king of the underworld.

I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.

I thought we'd always stand together.

Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.

I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.

Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.

I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.

Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"

I stared at his small face for a long time.

Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."

Three years ago, I nearly died giving birth to my son.

My husband Elias wasn't by my side—he was outside, ready to rip my baby from my arms and hand him to his dead brother's widow.

"We owe her this."

As I screamed and bled, Elias made his decree: "Aria stays away from the boy. She comes near him, she gets the silver whip."

They gave my son to Vivienne. I wasn't even allowed to see his face.

For three years, I tried everything to reach him.

Scaled walls—got twenty-three scars across my back. Snuck in as a maid—starved for seven days. Crashed his third birthday—thrown in ice water until I couldn't feel my legs.

Every time, worse punishment. Elias started looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

Then yesterday, fire ripped through the house. Flames swallowed the nursery.

Everyone screamed, including Vivienne—but she didn't move.

Only I ran in.

I pulled Asher out, barely breathing.

When he woke up, he shoved me away and clung to Vivienne, sobbing: "Mommy! She's here again! Make her GO! You said she'd leave if I was good!"

Three years of lies had erased me completely.

I dropped to my knees, voice breaking: "Call me 'Mom' just once. Then I'll disappear forever."

“You’re the Donovan heir?” Sulien sneered.

“Why? Are you disappointed?”

A pause. Then, almost teasing XL continued—

“Aren’t you supposed to be straight?”

“...Who told you that?”

…

Sulien, a man who has always wielded control, finds his world tilting when this young, ‘weak-looking’ guy challenges everything from his dominance to his sexuality.

"I'm done talking." I gathered my purse, the signed papers, Rose's photo. "Done pretending. Done being the good sister, the perfect wife, the daughter who never complains."
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Away from her. Away from everyone who thinks Camille Lewis is someone they can use and discard."
My phone buzzed, Rose's smiling face lit up the screen. Right on cue, coming to play her part.
I declined the call and walked to the door. My phone buzzed again. Rose. Then my mother. Then Stefan. One by one, I blocked them all.
Every connection to the life I thought I had to live.
I looked nothing like the polished, proper wife Stefan Rodriguez had married.


Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone… or let someone melt the ice in her heart.

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Aira is an orphan raised in an Orthodox family. Commander Richard picked her up from the orphanage when she was eight days old and took her to his home. They couldn't adopt her because of pack rules. She grew up as a family member with his grandsons but is addressed as Omega to the outside world.
Aira doesn't know her parents. She was home-schooled by her aunt and brothers. Alpha's son wanted her to be his mistress.
Max is an Alpha of the second-largest pack. He built his empire after his father's death. Fighting on the battlefield made him the Dark Alpha. Many alphas are afraid of his rage and power and have called him heartless, ruthless, and power-hungry.
Aira and Max are mated. Will he accept her as his mate? a small, fragile orphan with no background who doesn't even understand Luna's duties.
"She cannot be my mate." The Moon Goddess could be mistaken."A wolfless girl cannot be my mate."

Aira was charged with the murder of an Alpha who killed Max's father. A wolf-less, fragile girl kills an alpha who is triple her size. Max decided to kill her for destroying his plans for revenge.
"He needs to die in my hands, not yours."
"He needs to come to my feet begging me to kill him." He died easily because of you.

His rage is blind, and he doesn't recognize his mate. 

Is Max going to kill Aira?
Will Max fight his rage and find the real culprit?
Will Max accept Aira as his mate?
Let's find out in this book.

I was declared dead in a car accident—while my husband was desperately trying to save the woman he truly loved.
Five years later, I return with top medical skills and two adorable children. Now, the world knows me as the renowned “Dr. Green.”
With red-rimmed eyes, Charles Windsor corners me and chokes out, “Diana, our children… are they still alive?”

My fiancé vanished on our wedding day. Later, I fell for Marcus, a down-and-out alpha, but left after seeing him with Isabella.

Heartbroken, I left with our child. A plane crash made Marcus believe our daughter and I were dead.

Five years later, we meet at a school.

"You're alive?" Marcus stared in shock.

"Sorry to disappoint," I replied coldly.

"I've searched for you both for four years!"

"Don't you have Isabella now?" I laughed bitterly.

"I never forgot you..."

"We're over, Marcus."

Can we fated mates hold onto each other this time?

My name is Maya Wilson. I'm seventeen, I have 100K TikTok followers, and I just watched my dad destroy our family for a twenty-five-year-old homewrecker named Ashley.

"Ashley makes me feel alive again," he said, dismissing seventeen years of marriage like a bad business deal.

"We'll be one happy family," she smiled, standing in our kitchen like she already owned it.

That's when I knew: Mom needed my protection.

What followed was a war fought with laptops and lies, fake pregnancies and real heartbreak. A battle between a broken housewife discovering her strength, a teenage girl wielding digital weapons, and a woman who thought she could manipulate her way to victory.

Six months later, Mom would be accepting awards. Ashley would be gone. And Dad?

Dad would be begging for forgiveness he'd never get.

That scumbag who turned into a jerk as soon as he had some money had been sneaking around with my stepsister behind my back. On our wedding night, no less, he was still carrying on with her! To make matters worse, my shameless stepsister drugged me, causing me to lose my long-preserved virginity to some stranger, and I even ended up pregnant with his child! And now, that traitorous bastard wants to divorce me so he can be with my despicable stepsister! Over my dead body!
Four years later, I returned to the country with triplets born abroad, armed with unparalleled medical skills and a burning desire for revenge against those who betrayed me. My ex-husband, that scumbag, begging for a second chance? Get lost!
But what’s the deal with this billionaire I accidentally saved? Not only does he look just like my kids, but he’s also shamelessly insisting on being their father!
The billionaire: "They are my children. Who else do you want them to call dad?"

“Lola, I’ll love you for the rest of my life. If I ever break this promise, may heaven strike me down with thunder!”
The vows Ethan Jones made to me ten years ago still rang in my ears.
Yet ten years later, our daughter Lucy was standing in front of me, holding his hand—and the hand of his mistress, Alice.
“I don’t want you, you old, frumpy woman, as my mom. Alice is my mom!”
Not only did Ethan fail to stop Lucy’s cruel words, he looked at Alice with nothing but tenderness in his eyes.
Alice, too, showed no restraint. Right in front of me, she gently stroked Lucy’s little head and smiled.
“Of course. I’m your mom.”
In that moment, I finally understood something clearly—
In this family, I was nothing but an extra.

I waited five years for a heart transplant.
My mother—the Luna of our Pack, the healer everyone worships—gave it to someone else.
An orphan girl she took in. A girl who now calls her "Mom."
Ivy got my heart. She got a wolf. She got a mate and a wedding so grand the whole Pack attended.
Me? I watched from the corner, still dying, while my mother smiled for the cameras and accepted praise for her "selfless sacrifice."
When I finally snapped at the ceremony, she slapped me. Told me to apologize. Said I was embarrassing the family.
I'm her actual daughter. I'm the one who can't shift, can't feel a mate bond, can't survive another six months.
But sure. I'm the problem.
They wanted me to stay quiet and die gracefully.
I chose to make sure everyone sees who their perfect Luna really is.

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."

Lila White never imagined that simply falling in love with someone could lead to losing her home, her father, and almost her life. Her love, humble to the core, still couldn't win his attention.
As time passed and everything came to light, she vaguely realized that she was the only one who thought he didn't love her. But by then, it was already too late.

Left for dead at the bottom of a waste ravine, Yan Chen has nothing. No cultivation. No sect. No name that means anything to anyone. Just two broken legs, a body that belongs to a dead man, and a forbidden black flame burning where his meridians used to be.
The Heavenspire Sect made one mistake. They left him alive.
The flame is the Ashen Dao — a cultivation art erased from history ten thousand years ago. It cannot be detected. It cannot be suppressed. It grows stronger through every attempt to destroy it, feeding on the broken and the discarded, turning ruin into power that was never supposed to exist again.
Yan Chen doesn't want justice. He wants the people who threw him away to watch everything they built turn to ash.
But the higher he climbs, the larger the truth becomes. The sect's corruption is a symptom. Behind it stands something older, more patient, and powerful enough to unmake every realm in existence.
He came back from nothing once.
He'll do it again.
From a garbage pit to the gates of immortality — every step earned, nothing given.

Intro: When she found the wolf cub, she touched him and saw a vision—the grown version of him standing atop a mountain of corpses, ten thousand wolves prostrate at his feet. She named him Little King. Sixteen years. She taught him to fight, to control his transformation, to ride atop pain. The first full sentence he ever learned was "Whoever hurts you, I'll kill." On a blizzard night, he curled up at her door and kept watch through the whole night, just to say, "I was afraid you'd be cold." She almost said, "Don't leave me." But what came out in the end was something else.

In her previous life, her mother suffered heartbreak and betrayal from her father, who misplaced his trust and met a tragic end. After a cruel twist of fate, she was exiled to a remote village for 19 years and ultimately lost her life at the hands of the Hampton family.
Now, given a second chance at life, she vows to avenge her mother and herself. Fueled by fierce determination, she embarks on a mission to dismantle the treacherous scumbag and the deceitful white lotus who betrayed her. Along the way, she finds herself in an unexpected, sweet relationship with her seemingly "cheap" husband.
The world is shocked and confused by her return.
"Isn't she the village girl who was exiled for 19 years and killed by the Hampton family?" they whisper.
But powerful allies emerge from her past:
Her Uncle, a powerful corporate president, declares, "That's my precious niece."
Her Second Uncle, a top celebrity, states, "I'm here for a discussion."
Her Little Uncle, a champion in electronic competitions, stands ready to support her.
And then there’s her husband. Known to many as a disabled man, he surprises everyone by saying, "That's my wife." When questioned about his disability, a knowing smile spreads across his face.
"I'll only be crippled in front of her," he reveals, his mysterious aura hinting at hidden depths and formidable strength.
Together, they form an unbreakable alliance, ready to dominate the world and take down anyone who dares to stand in their way.

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns.
Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner.
Her pack is erased from history.
Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears.
The Crimson Crescent.
The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings.
Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood.
Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill.
But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds.
As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice.
Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone.
It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

My husband never wore condoms with me. Said they ruined it for him. So I swallowed birth control pills for four years until they made me sick.
Then I found a half-empty box in his glove compartment. And a thong under his backseat.
That wasn't even the worst part.
The necklace I'd made from my mother's ashes—the one I'd been grieving over losing for a year—was dangling between his twenty-three-year-old trainee's tits. He stole it from our bedroom and gave it to her.
She caught me staring. She smiled.
When I confronted him, he slapped me. Then drove off with her crying in his passenger seat.
Her friends came to my hospital with a livestream, demanding I apologize for "bullying" her.
I led them straight to the parking garage.
They found her on a stretcher. Legs wrapped around my husband. No condom.
The whole internet watched.

He died 49 times to earn one free life.
Now the man who cannot be killed is coming for the gods who played with his soul.
Six hidden labs. Six immortal brothers still in chains.
One war that will leave continents scarred and kings in ashes.
There are no more respawns.
Only revenge.

Five years, a hundred betrayals, and one altar too many.
When Crown Prince Dorian Ashveil abandons Mira Vayne at the altar for the last time — rushing to her stepsister Vivienne’s side instead of staying for their vows — Mira does the one thing no one sees coming. She calls the wedding off, walks away from everything she built for a man who never truly chose her, and goes home to honour the arranged binding her father set in motion years ago.
A binding that delivers her to Caelum Draveth. The Ashen Dragon. Lord of the Draveth Ranges and the most feared creature in the known realm.
Their union is sealed in ancient fire and old law. It is political and necessary. That is, until fate and a rising war decide otherwise.
Now with a prince determined to reclaim what he carelessly threw away, the shadow armies of the Vreth massing at the northern borders, and a conspiracy of treason and dark magic woven by her own blood, Mira must choose between her heart, her duty and her survival.
Some choices, once made in fire, cannot be undone.

Crown of Ash and Silence is a gritty Progression Fantasy built on the bones of a broken empire. The story follows Kaelen Thorne, a disgraced commander who was branded a traitor and left to die in the desolate Dead Lands. Five years later, he has returned to the city of Oakhaven, not just as a survivor, but as a wielder of the Void—a dark, necrotic power channeled through his sentient greatsword, Silence.

The narrative centers on a high-stakes Slow Burn conflict. Kaelen seeks to dismantle the corrupt High Council and General Vane, only to discover that his former love, Elara, is now Queen and holds a dark secret: a son, Caelum, who carries Kaelen’s own unnatural violet magic.

Set against the backdrop of the "Silver Mask" plague—a terrifying infection that turns the populace into mindless metal statues—the story explores themes of Tragedy and Power. Kaelen must grow from a lone exile into a force capable of challenging ancient entities like The Collector to save his bloodline. With 150 chapters planned, each exceeding 1,000 words, this epic follows a man forced to choose between the vengeance that kept him alive and the family he never knew he had.

Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday’s news.
Betrayed by her husband. Cast aside by her family. Left for dead by the sister who stole everything.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car plunged off that bridge.
A year later, she rises from the ashes as Camille Kane—wealthy, untouchable, and more dangerous than anyone ever imagined. Armed with ruthless intelligence, limitless resources, and a burning hunger for vengeance, she’s no longer the woman they trampled. She’s the storm they never saw coming.
Her ex-husband crawls back, begging for forgiveness.
Her sister’s perfect life begins to shatter.
Her parents regret the daughter they betrayed.
But Camille didn’t come back for apologies. She came back to watch them burn.
As enemies fall at her feet, only one question haunts her: When the revenge is over, what remains?
Then a mysterious trillionaire, Alexander Pierce, steps into her path. He offers her something she thought she lost forever—a future. But can a woman forged in fire, built on vengeance, and bound by ice… ever learn to love again?
She rose to destroy. Now she must decide—will she rule alone, or let someone melt the ice in her heart?

Blurb:
“I remember bits and pieces, but nothing clear. My mate, King Lucian, has told me stories about my past, but I cannot actually recall the events myself. It is very frustrating,”

The foundation of Celestia's world came crashing down on the night, her pup was wrenched out of her hands and placed in the arms of her mate's first love Afterward she was framed for crimes she didn't commit rejected, stripped of her title as Luna, her wolf and discarded to die a rogue.

But Celestia would not die, she would claw her way back to the top until she stood by the side of the most powerful man on the continent.

Will she be able to claim her revenge or will she take back the man who made her lose it all?

My daughter died on her seventh birthday.
I held her in the cold ward as her body slowly lost all warmth.
Meanwhile, her father—my husband Vincent—was on a mountain top with his mistress, making love to her all night long.
He said, "She’s just a child. There’ll be better ones sooner or later."
He said, "Camila, you’re the only one I love."
He has no idea that he’s killed the only soul in this world that loved him unconditionally.
After the divorce, I am no longer the meek Mrs. Lucchese who begged for his affection.
Funeral, scandal, a worthless bastard...
Everything I lost, I will make him pay for—with his entire family.

Three months ago, I was kidnapped. When Alexander rescued me, I woke up in a hospital bed with my clothes disheveled and bruises covering my body. What happened during those hours? I don't remember any of it.

A week ago, I found out I was pregnant. He held me as I shook and told me that it wasn't my fault. That he failed to protect me. Even if the baby wasn't his, he'd raise it. He'd still give me the perfect wedding.

But the guilt ate me alive until depression took hold.

Every night, sleep stays out of reach. Nightmares find me the moment I close my eyes. I've tried to end it. Three times now. Each time, someone found me just in time.

After the third failed attempt, I make tea and head toward his study to apologize. Voices drift through the door before I reach it.

"Are you out of your mind? Evelyn's your fiancée!" His friend sounds disbelieving. "You actually hired someone to kidnap her? Made her think she was assaulted? Just so Lily could take her place? Do you know how messed up that is? What that does to someone?"

Alexander's voice comes out calm. "Lily got sick because of me. Her dying wish is to marry me once before she goes. If I didn't push Evelyn out of the picture, her father would never let Lily take her place."

All those nights. All those nightmares. All those times I scrubbed my hands raw until they bled. It was all a lie. A setup.

For another woman.

I pull out my phone and call my father.

"Dad. I'll agree to the arrangement."

Sold into a marriage with a stranger she'll never meet, Aveline Reeves loses everything. Six years later, one drugged night of desperate passion with Manhattan's most dangerous billionaire changes everything.
She flees his bed, leaving only a priceless ring—never knowing she's just marked herself for hunting.

“You don’t love me, do you?” Luke whispered, pinning my wrists above my head.

His body pressed mine into the bed, hot, heavy, inescapable. His mouth brushed my ear, gentle enough to feel like a kiss, cruel enough to feel like punishment.

“It’s okay,” he murmured.“Your body is mine.”

I left Luke Morrison unconscious in an ICU eight years ago and rebuilt myself in London—elite auctioneer, an ocean between me and the past.

Then my brother's condition crashed. I'm back in Pennsylvania, standing behind an auction podium at his company's charity gala.

A little boy runs through the crowd and wraps his arms around me: "Mama, you came back."

"Daddy shows me pictures every day," Asher says.

Every. Single. Day. How long has this been going on?

Luke's watching with ice-cold eyes. The bullied boy I left behind? Gone. Replaced by a tech billionaire who makes predators look soft.

"Get in," he says. Not a request.

Then he takes me back to his home.

His penthouse is frozen in time—the art I chose, the books I organized. Our past preserved like he's been waiting.

"You owe me eight years, Mia," he says, showing me the scar. "The girl who watched them destroy me and did nothing. This time, you don't run."

When he fucks me, it's worship and punishment. Making me pay for every day I was gone.

"I've waited eight years for this. Every breath you take belongs to me."

He's not just possessive. He's broken. And Asher is the perfect weapon to keep me trapped.

The doctors gave me three days. And my husband Donald used that time to beg me to give my uterus to Hailey, the "sister" I'd rescued from the streets.
"Her need is greater," he said.
So I smiled and signed over the design empire I'd spent fifteen years building to the girl who once shivered in my doorway.
My daughter Flora curled in Hailey's lap. "I love Hailey Mommy best!"
I nodded. "Be good for Mommy Hailey."
My parents squeezed Hailey's hands. "Sometimes, she feels more like a daughter to us than you ever did."
Even Donald looked at me with soft eyes. "This is the Audrey I always hoped you could be."
Dying, I had finally become their perfect woman—quiet, generous, and uncomplaining.
With the clock ticking down, I stitched the final thread into a wedding gown. Let them have their perfect ending. They'll discover, when the last breath leaves my body, that some gifts are curses in disguise.
Was it a devoted wife's final sacrifice... or a dead woman's ultimate revenge? The answer will unravel in the silence after my heart stops.

"Mommy, I'm bleeding. Will Daddy come see me now?"
I called George to tell him our daughter had been in a car accident, but he straight-up rejected the call.
Little Millie eventually died from too much blood loss.
In total despair, I clutched her urn and jumped from the 17th floor.
To my surprise, I was actually reborn!
It was three months before Millie's accident!
This time, I'll live for myself—and for Millie!
Everyone who hurt us, including George, has to pay the price!