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Seven years ago, Alpha Matthew's fiancée Elvira ran off with another alpha. I was just his assistant back then, harboring a secret crush but never imagining we could be together.

That night I picked him up from the bar. He was drunk and had been drugged. One night later I was pregnant, and Matthew became convinced I was the one who drugged him, that I'd schemed my way into becoming his luna. He hated me, but still gave me the title of secret mate. No mating ceremony, just a contract. My son and I lived in the guest wing of his estate for seven years.

Last night he drunkenly spun Liam around in circles. My son thought he was finally being accepted. But I heard the name Matthew was murmuring—Elvira. She was coming back, with her son.

I held my transfer request to the Eastern Region. This time, we're done waiting.

Humans aren't supposed to survive carrying a vampire's child. The immortal blood drains you dry.

Valentine was a pureblood vampire Duke. I was just a mortal. But I was stupid enough to think love was stronger than biology.

Four years ago, I tore myself apart on the birthing bed to bring a half-blood into this world, only to wake up staring at Valentine’s back.

His late father’s favorite concubine, Cecilia, had already snatched my baby from the cradle. And my husband acquiesced to it all.

"He looks just like me," Cecilia purred, tracing my newborn's cheek. "Thank you for giving birth to my son."

Then she tossed a blood jade onto my sheets, like I was some cheap baby-making machine.

I didn't take the payoff. I grabbed the heavy stone and hurled it straight at Valentine’s face.

For four agonizing years, I fought to get my baby back. I hired mercenaries, rogues, and shadow-smugglers, bleeding myself dry to breach the Duke’s estate. Every single attempt failed.

Until tonight. A terrified servant smuggled out a whisper that stopped my heart: Cecilia had fed my son "diluted holy water"—a twisted sacrament meant to literally burn the human half out of his organs.

I didn't hire anyone this time. I tore through the gates myself. I took a guard’s spear through the shoulder and let cursed brambles shred my arms to the bone, just to drag my dying boy out of a burning greenhouse.

But when the agonizing pain of the holy water woke him, Luke looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"It’s your fault! It’s your filthy human blood!" My four-year-old son spat the words like venom. "Mother Cecilia says if we just burn out this curse, I can be the true heir! If it weren't for you, Father would have claimed me by now! I hate you!"

I froze.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a raw, inhuman scrape. "Call me Mom one last time, and I'll walk out of your life forever."

The biggest mistake of my life was falling in love with my childhood best friend, Cole Blackwood.

I grew up with Cole. He was my childhood best friend. When my mom died in a car accident in high school, his mother Lillian, my mom's best friend, saw that my stepmother didn't like me and took me in. She arranged our engagement. Cole protected me from bullies in high school. I fell for him. We secretly married at eighteen.

Shortly after the wedding, he was kidnapped. That's when everything fell apart. I threw myself off a cliff to draw the kidnappers away and save him. I was in a coma for three months. But when I came back to him, weak and broken, he thought some woman named Sophia Vanderbilt had saved him instead. He started hating me for "abandoning him" and grew cold. I tried to explain. He only believed what Sophia told him. My words meant nothing. 

Cole wanted to divorce me, but his parents refused to allow it. I refused too. Sophia drugged him to get pregnant and trap him into marriage, but he stumbled into the wrong room. He slept with me instead. I got pregnant. She faked videos to make him think they'd been together. She forged evidence that I'd cheated. He wouldn't listen to a word I said. 

Then we were both kidnapped and held hostage on a rooftop. Cole chose to save Sophia. I fell. I lost the baby. After Sophia was rescued, she went to the hospital for a checkup. They found leukemia. She needed a bone marrow transplant. I was the only match, but after everything, my body was too weak. Cole used the "debt" I owed his family to force me to donate. 

I refused. Sophia "died." Cole locked me in a psychiatric hospital and tortured me until I died. 

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he demanded my bone marrow. This time, looking at his desperate eyes, I said yes and decided to divorce him and leave him for good.

In my past life, just one day before the national evaluation camp that would make or break his career, my hockey-prodigy best friend faked an illness. He was ready to throw away his entire future just to go party in Chicago with a cheerleader.

Thinking I was doing him a favor, I stepped in. I tipped off his coach, saved his career.

Years later, he became a multimillion-dollar superstar. His way of thanking me? Framing me with doctored charity records and sending me to federal prison. He even smiled as he delivered the final, crushing blow:

"I planned that crash on the icy road, Kassia. Your parents' lives were just the price you had to pay for sticking your nose where it didn't belong."

Now, my eyes snap open to the deafening cheers of our high school hockey arena.

Sitting right next to me, that same cheerleader is eagerly plotting how to corner him after the game.

I died the night I refused to postpone the engagement party.

The morning after my death, my parents were still having breakfast with my sister Blair, excitedly planning her award ceremony.

Before I died, the only person who answered my desperate call was my mother. I was being chased by kidnappers at the time, and I begged her to save me, telling her I was dying. But she said, "Stop being so dramatic! You're just trying to get our attention. If you want to die so badly, then go ahead and die."

That was my last call for help before the line went dead, and then I was struck by a car.

I lay on that dark road, bleeding profusely. They thought I was just sulking, hiding away to get attention. They thought if they ignored me, I would come back and apologize to them.

They didn't know I was already dead.

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

I've been with Michael for five years, stood by him as he clawed his way up from nobody to mafia boss.

He promised me we'd get to city hall and make it official once he made it to the top, and today's supposed to be the day we finally register our marriage.

He's already postponed our registration eight times before because of his first love, Yvaine Price.

This is attempt number nine, and I'm not giving him a tenth.

In my past life, the night before the National Cheerleading Championship finals, my "best friend" Lily, the scholarship student I'd been sponsoring, handed me a brownie she claimed she'd "baked herself."

She knew I had a deadly peanut allergy. Yet she'd loaded it with concentrated peanut butter.

When I collapsed on the locker room floor, hives erupting across my skin, my throat swelling shut until I couldn't make a sound, Lily just covered her mouth and nestled into my boyfriend Liam's arms, whimpering: "I'm so sorry, Chloe. I'm such an idiot. I mixed up the peanut butter with chocolate... you won't blame me, right?"

Of course I blamed you.

The quarterback I'd loved for three years didn't call 911. Instead, he frowned down at me convulsing on the ground.

"Chloe, stop faking, okay?" Liam's voice dripped with annoyance. "Lily already apologized. Why do you have to put on this dramatic show to scare her? You're always so controlling."

Controlling?

My airway was closing. My lungs were on fire. I was dying, and I couldn't force out a single word to tell him.

They didn’t call an ambulance until I stopped moving, but by the time it got there, it was too late. I was already dead.

When the police questioned him, Liam gave false testimony to protect Lily. He claimed I was afraid of losing the competition, so I tried to use an allergic reaction to avoid competing, but accidentally ingested too much of the allergen and died.

The man who said he loved me let me die with the reputation of a coward.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on that day.

When my CEO husband threatens divorce for the 99th time, this time trying to force me to hand over a million-dollar project to his assistant Chloe, I finally stop fighting.
I give him the project without a word.
He's thrilled. Thinks I've finally accepted my place. To reward me, he announces we'll throw a grand celebration for our fifth wedding anniversary.
Chloe finds out and falls apart. Locks herself in the supply closet. Can't bear the thought of watching us celebrate five years of marriage.
Arthur panics. Suddenly the anniversary party becomes a "client dinner" he can't reschedule. He'll take Chloe instead—she's been handling that account, after all.
"You understand how business works," he tells me. "We can celebrate privately later."
I see the photo she posts: Chloe in the restaurant he booked for us, wearing the dress he picked out, his hand covering hers across the table.
I tell him I understand.
He's satisfied. Promises we'll do something even better next month.
He doesn't know I've resigned. Doesn't know he signed the divorce papers three days ago when I slipped them into his contract stack.
We don't have a next month.

"You can do more than saying sorry." He raised my chin up, his eyes boring into mine.

"H..how?"

His lips lifted up into a cocky smirk. "By showing action."

My face squeezed into a small frown, then a scoff followed suit. "You mean by getting down on my knees?"

"Sounds better coming from you." He brushed his thumb on my lips, startling me a bit. My heart picked up its pace.

His eyes flickered between my eyes and lips, "sure I want you to get on your knees, Kinky, and use your pretty mouth...but not to apologize." He pushed his thumb forward, parting my lips open.

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‎Deprived of parental love. ‎Subjected to being her sister's shadow. What Uriel didn't expect was to be a pawn in Ryder Connell's sick game.
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‎What started as a bully relationship because 'the golden boy' couldn't take rejection, pivoted into something dangerously emotional only to crash because it wasn't mutual.
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A bet. That was all it was to Ryder.
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‎Uriel is devastated but that's not all. Her sister was going to stop at nothing until Uriel burned to the ground. Uriel has reached rock bottom and is ready to fight back. But what if she was bound to fail from the beginning?

‎"By next week, your heart should fetch me my money. But I'd like for you to do something for me first... sign the consent form, Madison Turner."
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‎It wasn't a question. It was an order.
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‎Not all devils had tails and horns.
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‎Alessandro Bianchi was the perfect example - a devil wrapped in the body of a Greek God. He is breathtakingly beautiful on the outside, but ruthless in his dealings.
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‎One debt. One reckless deal.
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‎Now, my soul was tied to a monster who refuses to let me go. A man who wants to own every inch of me, my blood and my body.
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‎Until -
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‎I became his worst nightmare. The daughter of the man he swore to wipe out his entire lineage. I was the blood of his greatest enemy.
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‎What were the odds he’d spare her life when he found out her true identity? Or would he eventually realize that the only thing more dangerous than his hate... was the way he craved his enemy's daughter?
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‎Dive into a world of obsession, blood feuds, and forbidden desire. A journey of secrets, lies and deadly truths.
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Lucien contributed, “I can be. I will put this in order. Be thou my Luna.”
“No,” she said.
Lucien drew his eyes together. “Why not?”
She said, “Because I am not your second chance. I will start by myself.”
Aria was born at the very bottom of the pack hierarchy and had spent her whole life serving these people who stepped on her, and particularly the Alpha King, Lucien Nightfall, a ruthless and highly influential king that could not tolerate any feebleness in his kingdom.
However, when it comes time to make the revelations of the Moon Rite, when mated pairs are unveiled under the full moon, everything is crushed.
Aria is predetermined with the Alpha King Lucien.
In front of the whole kingdom, he turns her away, and instead brings a mighty she-wolf of a noble family.
Aria sinks in brokenness; she vanishes, but does not die.
Instead, She evolves.
When her death is changed into life again by the fix of Fate :more potent, more beautiful, more mysterious, Lucien has to confront a frightful fact:
He has possibly disliked his mate…
But the Moon has made her Queen.
And now, she is back, waiting for no one now, not even love, seeking revenge.

Be my imperfection is a reverse harem in the year 2050 after a failed experiment lead to the destruction of the world where humans were prey to mutants/ vampires. World leaders were killed and humans were seperated into categories and ranks and sent to compounds to get killed or used.
The world is dominated by five unique vampires who fall in love with a human girl who is not pretty since she was scarred for life by her own sister and her billionaire family reproaches her.
The story will go from sad and painful to hurt and challenging. Secrets will be uncover and each character will have a role to play and the plan that they had will be ruined due to that.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he murmured against my ear. "But if you don't..."
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.


Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.

He chuckled, low and dark, as my hands betrayed me, reaching out to trace the lines of his tattoos. The ink was warm beneath my fingertips, the patterns intricate-some sharp and angular, others flowing like water. I followed the path down his chest, my nails scraping lightly over his abs, feeling the way they tensed under my touch. My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, my movements clumsy with need. The zipper gave way with a sharp snik, and I pushed the
denim and the briefs down his hips, my breath hitching as his cock sprang free.

Thick. Heavy. Veined. The head was already slick with pre-cum, glistening under the dim light. I swallowed hard, my thighs pressing together involuntarily,trying to quell the ache between my legs, but it only intensified, a throbbing reminder of my body's betrayal.

It was larger than she'd imagined, There's no way that's fitting inside me. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.

He noticed. Of course he did. His gaze darkened, his lips curling as he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off.

"Like what you see, little hybrid?”


Lyra Soren is a rare vampire-wolf hybrid, hunted and alone… until the deadly Alpha King, Darius Kade, claims her as his mate. Their bond is fierce, forbidden, and irresistible, pulling them into a web of desire, betrayal, and blood-soaked secrets. Survival will mean facing enemies, uncovering dark family truths, and surrendering to the man she hates—and wants.

Roxy Elliot is fed up with her non-existent love life. She is dying to turn in her V-card, but no matter how often she throws herself at a man, it never goes anywhere. If she didn't know any better, she might think she was cursed. Now, though, she's just been tapped to take her turn as the caretaker of the family business--a safehouse that caters to paranormal beings. She knows nothing about their next client, but the minute she sees him, she knows she's in trouble.Donovan Warren is a battle-worn dragon who has danger on his trail. He needs a safehouse, and he needs it now, but the minute he meets the caretaker, he recognizes the risk. She's a maiden, and everyone knows dragons can't resist maidens. What everyone doesn't know--it's a dragon's lust that makes him lose control. Now, he has to resist the beautiful temptation of a woman who drives him to distraction in order to keep them both safe.Yet, when someone…or something…threatens Roxy, Donovan soon finds himself embroiled in a situation he never saw coming. Thanks to a promise to a purple-haired pixie, he will fight to the death to protect the maiden who could be his destruction...or his salvation…as he becomes the Dragon Next Door.

Ivy Carter's life is about to take a drastic turn. A college student with a normal routine, she is unaware of the shadows that lurk in the city. But when she catches the eye of Alpha Damian Blackthorn, the most powerful and feared man in town, her world is turned upside down. As his fated mate, Ivy's drawn into a world of danger and desire, where two ruthless predators, Damian and vampire CEO Lucien D'Amato will stop at nothing to claim her.
With her life hanging in the balance, Ivy must navigate this treacherous new world and decide her own fate.
Will she find love, or become a pawn in their deadly game?"

“Not so fast, carrot head. The party just started,” Alex said. “You're like a little pest… why are we always drawn to you?” Austin asked.
“I sure am,” Alex smiled. Now I was sandwiched between them, my heart racing so fast I felt like I was going to pass out.
“Leave me alone!” I screamed and tried to run. But I was trapped. Before I realized it, Austin crashed his lips into mine. My mind almost exploded. I had never kissed anyone before.
I felt Alex, who was behind me, shove his hand beneath my chest, cupping my breast with his large hand while he moaned. I fought with all my might.
What was going on? Why were they doing this? Didn't they hate me?


Stormi, once a nobody-wants omega, found herself at the center of a tale spun by the moon goddess.Four notorious wolves known for their bad-boy antics and her bullies, were destined to be her mates.

"You fucking still love her!" I yelled, holding back my tears. "All you do is see what she wants you to see" I poked his chest.

"Vanessa, I don't..."

"You don't what?" I dared him.

"I don't... I don't know what you're saying" He stuttered.

"You're not even sure." I shook my head. "Would you choose me over her?"

"Vanessa..." Richard called out

"Answer me!" I yelled

"I don't know okay? I don't know!" He yelled back.

"That's what I thought" I laughed painfully, grabbing my things and running out of the house.


Vanessa Willow, a well known event planner in her city crossed path with Richard Blackwood, a CEO of a Tech Invention Company. They didn't start on good footing since Richard portrayed himself initially as an egoistical, perverted and annoying client. All Vanessa wanted was to be done with the project that brought them to be together but Richard wanted more.

A night together leads to a tragic event in the life of Vanessa. Vanessa lost everything including herself but she had only one reason to keep pushing. She knew she wouldn't have trusted the Rich Billionaire. She thought she knew him better but it turned out she didn't. Where does she go from here? Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel? Will she be able to heal? Will she overcome this phase? Is she willing to forgive despite the fact that she has forgotten?

But first of all, What exactly happened between them?

I guess we'll read to find out.

Arabelle, a 20 year old girl was born into poverty along with her sister and her single mother. As the eldest, she has been juggling in between jobs to support her family. Her sick mother can't do anything about it but to accept their fate. They have to live from the mercy of other people just to get by. She knows that their lives will never change unless she gets a job with good compensation. That's why when she saw the job ad as a maid in a mansion, she didn’t hesitate to go and apply for it.

Little that she knows her employer will be a vampire. Ralph is almost 200 years old and lives amongst humans. He hires maids just to make sure that he will not be discovered. After all, having a human around is like having an emergency snack. Every maid who has been to the mansion has mysteriously disappeared. As if they never existed since there is no body that has been found. Arabelle didn’t know about it. She will soon find out the mystery about the missing people from the mansion.

Amidst the mystery, she will find herself falling for Ralph. After all, it 's hard to resist his vampire charm whenever she looks at him straight to his eyes. As if he always has something to tell her. While Ralph seems to be drawn to her because of his past. Arabelle doesn't have a clue since he's being careful not to show her. They are both trying to hide their feelings from each other. But the more they hide it, the more their feelings for one another shows. As if betraying both of them in the process.