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I once willingly played the part of a caged bird, pampered by Henry for four years.
Only when I lost my wings and could no longer fly did I realize that when a man becomes heartless, he can't even remember who you are.
He turned around and became my brother-in-law.
I schemed to ruin his wedding.
Between him and me, there's an account that can never be settled, with love entangled in hate.
The greatest mistake of my life was falling in love with him, yet I have never regretted it.
I only ask the heavens:
Why does love not favor me, but favors him instead!

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All because of one sentence from Helena, my family's adopted daughter, my brothers threw me into a snake pit in my last life—
When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty years old. Right back at the moment my brothers started forcing me to donate blood as Helena's personal lab rat.
This time, I refuse to give in.
To hell with my brothers—I'll make sure they end up bankrupt and homeless!
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I was a scholarship student with thirty extra pounds. Del Ashford had two hundred thousand followers and her family's supplement brand on every wall of the athletic center. First week of school, she decided we were going to be best friends.
She said she wanted to help me get in shape. What that actually looked like: I carried her product shipments up three flights of stairs, drafted her emails, and picked up her lunch from the place across campus that didn't deliver.
My roommates started calling me her errand girl behind my back. I let them.
She also introduced me to Beckett Hale. After that, things went the way they went.
She knocked my protein shake over and said I'd burned her. She planted her limited-edition earphones in my bag and told everyone I'd stolen them. The school opened a conduct review. My roommates stopped talking to me.

Beckett said I was the kind of girl who got a little attention and started thinking she deserved more of it.
I couldn't prove any of it. By spring, I was gone.
Some people just aren't built for this, Wren. You know that, right?
Del hadn't even been looking at me when she said it.
Then I opened my eyes and I was back at the party. The night she introduced me to Beckett.

When twenty-two-year-old Sofia Martinez is dragged from her quiet bookstore life to pay for her dead father's sins, she never expected her kidnappers to be four dangerously handsome mafia heirs. Cassian plans every move like chess, Rafe's fists solve problems his heart can't handle, Luca's charming smile hides deadly secrets, and Nikos treats emotions like weaknesses to destroy. They took her to settle a blood debt, but now they can't agree on what to do with her—because they all want to keep her. As bullets fly and betrayals cut deep, Sofia discovers that her father wasn't just a debtor. He was hiding the truth about her real identity: she's the lost daughter of the most feared mafia queen in history. Now four men who were supposed to be her captors are ready to kill anyone who tries to take her away. But in a world where love and loyalty are bought with blood, Sofia must choose between the safety of escape and the dangerous power of ruling beside the men who stole her heart along with her freedom.

The Secret Lover in the Movie Star's Heart is a suspenseful romance novel that transcends time and space. Modern-day detective Sophia stumbles upon a thirty-year-old buried corpse and, through a mysterious photograph, is transported back in time to meet the deceased, William—a gifted but missing actor with whom she forms an unbreakable bond. As Sophia journeys across different eras, she uncovers the truth behind William’s disappearance, while their love story unfolds across time itself. However, each passage through time brings unknown dangers and challenges, and Sophia must solve the mystery while protecting William from the twists of fate...

For five years of secret marriage to Sebastian Hawthorne—one of New York's most powerful attorneys—he still refused to let our son Quinn call him "Daddy" in public.
At the firm, I was his on-call senior associate, the invisible workhorse cleaning up his messes and handling his impossible cases. At home, I was the single mother who stopped waiting up for a husband who never came home for dinner.
Everyone knew the new intern, Delilah Vance, was his favorite—a federal judge's daughter, his hand-picked "rising star."
I used to believe that if I worked hard enough, if Quinn behaved perfectly, the heart beneath all that arrogance would eventually soften.
Until that rainy night when he threw his wife of five years and their son out of their own home to comfort Delilah over some fabricated stalker scare.
And while Quinn collapsed in my arms, gasping through a severe allergic reaction, Sebastian was raising champagne with that woman at an impossible-to-book French restaurant, celebrating her win in a pointless mock trial.
Watching my son's pale face and the hope slowly dying in his eyes, five years of one-sided devotion finally reached its verdict.
The case is closed, Sebastian. I'm done.

I was forced by my father to fulfill an arranged engagement with an Alpha I'd never met face-to-face. Pushing open the jewelry store door, I found my fiancé Kane spoiling his childhood sweetheart Briar, who was trying to snatch my mother’s ring. "Security! Get this stray out of here!" Briar screamed, pointing at me. When I revealed my identity, Kane sneered coldly: "What bullshit pact? I would never marry a woman like you." Briar snatched the ring and threw water at my face: "Kneel down and beg me to give it back!" When I fought back, Kane exploded in rage: "How dare you touch my woman? Hold her down!" Four warriors pinned me down as Briar laughed cruelly: "Let everyone see this delusional bitch who doesn't know her place!" They stepped on my hand while Kane watched coldly, even urging her on: "Hurry up, let her learn her lesson." Just as she was about to chop off my finger with a knife, the door suddenly burst open—"Do you have any idea whose daughter you're humiliating?"

At the celebration party, everyone was egging them on.
To kiss ass with the so-called "investor's daughter," James, started playing some flirty card game with Vivian right in front of me, feeding her chips and making out.
I stood in the corner holding his jacket like some pathetic coat-check girl.
When I confronted him, James looked pissed. "Sophie, it's just an act! Vivian's got the company by the balls—don't be so damn difficult!"
I laughed.
He had no idea that the "Vivian" he was desperately sucking up to was nothing but a fraud riding someone else's coattails.
And the real person holding his fate, the one who'd greenlit his precious S-tier project? That was me—the wife he called "completely useless."
The day after our divorce, I pulled the plug on all of James's funding.
He went ballistic trying to meet with the mysterious investor. When the doors opened, I was sitting at the head of the table. Right in front of him, I fed that S-tier project proposal into the shredder:
"James, this deal? I'm out."

At the Waldorf Astoria in Manhattan, my ex-husband threw champagne all over me, and my wife publicly called me a "gold digger."

I held the tray, silent, like a clown being punished.

Three years ago, I lived in anonymity with her in a basement, cooking and doing laundry for her, all because of the pure stubbornness in her eyes.

In return, she embraced her father's killer and trampled me into the mud.

The divorce agreement was signed quickly, and she got into a Porsche with her enemy.

I laughed.
The next day, a Maybach pulled up in front of the law firm, escorted by eight bodyguards. The sole heir to the oldest conglomerate on the East Coast had returned.

While she was watching the cheap TV in the supermarket, seeing me marry a European princess, she was kneeling in front of a cold shelf, being verbally abused by a homeless man over a moldy potato.

In my previous life, I chose the werewolf and gave birth to the Arbiter, only to be burned alive by the younger sister I loved most.
When I was reborn, I knelt before the Oath Stone, handed my marriage pact to her, and watched her gloat in triumph before choosing Sylas, the elf everyone else avoided.
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself—until the day of the wedding, when he came carrying a gown blessed by the Sacred Tree, lowered his eyes to me, and said, "In this life, I will never fail you."

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."

For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.

However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home—to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.

Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.

But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?

In my previous life, the apocalypse struck.
I fought desperately to protect the shelter, but she, overflowing with compassion, opened the door and let in infected people, causing the defenses to collapse completely and my only sister to die tragically.
Afterwards, she showed no remorse, instead turning around and currying favor with a warlord, enjoying privileges at the expense of her comrades. And I, in this betrayal, was devoured alive by a horde of zombies.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back three days before the tragedy.
Watching her once again attempt to morally blackmail everyone, and preparing to open that deadly door to demonstrate her "kindness," I threw her into the darkness.

Destiny is not your ordinary girl.
Besides the fact that she straggles two world’s.
She is also the spirit the powers that be have been waiting for.
That’s right.
Destiny is a spirit. Not born on this plane of existence.
She hails from beyond the veil. Where a soul goes when the vessel can no longer hold it.
Spirits like Destiny are called shadow agents.
A shadow agent hunts down and returns the souls that flee back to the mortal side of the veil. Where these souls start to cause trouble.
The Powers that be have sensed uneasiness for a while now and need Destiny to accept. Well. Her destiny.
All Destiny will have to aid her in her task is a sassy best friend and a talking, scruffy white cat.
Destiny will need all her skills, all her courage and wits if she is going to prevail and bring the missing souls home.

All because I was unaware that Sophia had followed me on the mission, leaving her stranded in the chaotic dockyard.
My husband, Dante, was furious. He ordered his bodyguards to throw me into a seafood transfer warehouse.
“Cool off in the cold storage. Maybe then you’ll understand how helpless Sophia felt trapped in that container.”
It was a refrigeration unit for seafood, kept at a constant zero degrees, the air thick with the smell of fish.
I pounded on the door, pleading for help, but only Dante’s icy voice came through the intercom:
“Stop the act. The temperature in there won’t kill you. Stay inside and reflect until you learn your lesson.”
He cut the internal communication.
The temperature in the cold room kept dropping—someone had switched on the deep-freeze mode!
Shivering uncontrollably, I beat against the door until my nails left bloody scratches on the wall.
In agony, I curled into a ball. My consciousness faded, and my body grew stiff.
On the third day, Dante finally remembered me while celebrating the takeover of new territory.
In a rare show of mercy, he decided to have someone let me out.
But what he didn’t know was that my heart had already stopped beating from hypothermia long before.

On the night my husband’s assistant staged her 99th suicide threat, he hung my grandmother from a helicopter.
“Selena, apologize to Shirley publicly—across every platform—or I’ll drop her into the sea.”
Watching my grandmother’s terrified face suspended in midair, my voice trembled with pain:
“Elvis, just because I called her a homewrecker… you’d threaten Grandma’s life?”
Elvis smiled, his tone dripping with indulgence. “Shirley isn’t like you. She’s sensitive.”
“Besides, I’m only asking you to apologize. It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you.”
Loving me?
I stared at the 999 intimate photos of him and Shirley on my phone, feeling as if my heart had been brutally stabbed.
If that was his idea of love, then I wanted no part of it.
I texted my mentor: “I accept the offer. I’ll go abroad for the design competition in seven days.”
In seven days, I’ll stage my death and disappear—where he can never find me again.

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.

I had just arrived abroad for a legal conference when my best friend sent me a video.
An unfamiliar woman was chatting while pushing Dexter’s mother, Jenny, around the neighborhood, claiming to be Dexter’s wife.
My hand, holding the phone, froze.
If she’s Dexter’s wife… then who am I?
I immediately called my husband and asked,
“Did you change family doctors?”
He paused for a second, then replied with a laugh, “Yes. Mom didn’t like the old one, so we switched. I haven’t had a chance to tell you yet. Why do you ask?”
I forced a casual chuckle. “No reason. I just missed you.”
After hanging up, I rushed home overnight.

The bidding started at one hundred million dollars for my virginity, but the most ruthless Alpha in the realm just silenced the room with a ten billion dollar bid.

I had no idea where I was. All I could remember were the screams, the black cloth, and waking up on a stage glittering under expensive crystal lights. With silver chains wrapped tightly around my wrists. Below me sat rows of elegant men in tailored suits, their eyes gleaming with pure, predatory hunger. The host raised his gold gavel. "Tonight, we have the only one left. Pure blood. Starting bid: one hundred million dollars."

The numbers flew faster than my heartbeat. Two hundred million. Five hundred million. Two billion. They were bidding on me like an object. I screamed, thrashing against the chains, "I’m not yours!" They only laughed. "Look at her! She’s still wild."

And then… the room changed. The laughter died. A chilling aura swept through the air, heavy footsteps echoing like iron chains. Magnus Rivenhall. His eyes—pitch-black with a crimson glint—stripped me bare, layer by layer. The bids reached five billion. Gasps rippled through the room. But before the murmurs settled, his deep, cold voice shattered the air.

"Ten billion."

Silence. No one dared to breathe. The gavel struck the table, and my entire dark world collapsed. I was dragged into a dark, blood-scented underground chamber. When the heavy wooden door locked behind me, Magnus was sitting in the shadows, looking like a living god of death. "You think your money gives you the right to own my life?" I snapped, trembling.

He laughed—a low, chilling sound that raised every hair on my skin. He stepped close, his dominant scent suffocating me, and whispered against my lips. "I didn’t buy your life, Evra. I bought your blood. And starting tonight, you will never leave my bed."

“Liz, you may be the light in my soul, but I won’t think twice, before I turn into your darkness if you dare to disobey me again. I will not lie, dragă. I was so furious with you, I wanted to bend you over my knees and slap that beautiful round ass of yours!” My confession caught her by surprise, but what she said after took my breath away.

“Do it then, I’ve been bad...” I didn’t think I heard it right, and when she unbuttoned her jeans, I saw the gold in my eyes reflecting in her violet ones.

“Don’t you give me ideas, Liz…” A low growl slipped my strained lips.

“I mean it, Vlad.” My blood rolled in thick waves in my veins. “I’ve been disrespectful to you, Grizzly. I deserve it.”

“Take your pants off and come to me.” I sat on the edge of the bed and waited...


Everything he dreamt for was torn from him in a time when you had to choose between kill or get killed, and he learnt it was much better to be feared than loved. Fate had other plans for him. In a last attempt to save his soul, he was blessed with unconditional love. A love that didn’t ask questions or judge, but his duty to his land and vengeance came first, and his rough ways granted him a curse.

She promised him then, he’d never be alone and just like the prophecy they met again, but she was different…

Now, she was the one in need of saving…

Will she learn from his past mistakes?

Will she choose him over her duties and vengeance?

Will their love rule over time and death?

Betrayed and murdered by my fiancé and my best friend, I’ve been given a second chance.

First thing on my list? Find the one man who loved me to the bone—the terrifyingly powerful mafia boss I was promised to—and throw myself into his arms.

Second? Unleash my revenge. Watching my enemies from my past life fall to their knees, I have only one thing to say: "Sorry, but this time, I'm the one ruling as queen."

Betrayed by my best friend and boyfriend, I died alone on a snowy mountain—only to be rescued at the last moment by Michael Johnson, the cold-hearted CEO I once rejected in front of everyone. Now, I've been given a second chance.

Armed with memories of my past life, I refuse to play the victim again. When my ex tries to win me back and my "bestie" plots behind my back, I shock them all by publicly declaring Michael is mine. This time, I'm taking control of my destiny—and my heart.

But as old schemes resurface and new threats emerge, can I protect the love I fought so hard to claim? Or will history repeat itself?

At a lavish party, my uncle forced me to entertain a disgusting, powerful man.
"He has STDs," they whispered, "she's worse than a prostitute."
But I wasn't their puppet. With one sentence, I turned the tables and secured a $50 million deal. Just as I thought I'd won, he cornered me, his eyes filled with rage.
"You'll pay for this, whore!" he snarled.
As his bodyguards dragged me away, a chilling voice cut through the air. "Let her go."
It was Verio Soren, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. He pulled me into his arms, his scent of cedar and danger surrounding me. "She's with me now."

I make a living solving cold cases, earning just enough to get by.
Until I saw my long-time crush on the latest corpse.
He used to be an unreachable light, but now he's the deepest darkness before my eyes.
At this moment, he stands across from me, eyes full of innocence, asking for my help, saying he loves me.
Should I arrest him, or trust him?

For the third time, Kael fled before the wedding—this time to deliver medicine to the neighbor girl he grew up with.
As compensation, the pack elders offered me two chests of rare ore and the deed to an island.
Someone, still hopeful, called Kael on speakerphone.
His careless voice echoed through the hall:
“Why bother with compensation? Ella loves me so much; she’ll come around as soon as I go back and sweet-talk her a little.”
“Sophia’s health is what matters now. Once she recovers, I’ll just hold another ceremony for Ella.”
The elders tried to explain, but the surrounding werewolves were all waiting to see the show—waiting to see how much humiliation I would swallow.
Just like the first two times.
But I’d had enough. And I’d lost all interest in Kael.
I kicked over the chest of ore and let my gaze fall on Kael’s uncle.
Then, I smiled.
“I heard the old Alpha left a will: whoever can claim me… becomes the next Alpha.”

My brother Miles blames me for our parents' deaths.
So he chose to adopt the deaf Vivian instead of keeping me.
Later, I met Sullivan.
He gave me a grand confession. He chose me, resolutely.
He also said I hired someone to assault Vivian—that I didn't deserve sympathy.
Five years after being cast out of my family, a dismembered female body was found inside a carnival mascot costume.
Miles, now a police officer, led the investigation. Sullivan, now a forensic pathologist, performed the autopsy.
They saw the bloodstained hearing aid and immediately called Vivian.
"I'm fine. I just saw the news—some big case. Should we tell Sis to be careful too? What if something happens to her?"
They refused, almost in unison.
"The moment she killed our parents, she stopped being my sister."
"She was jealous of you. She did too many terrible things. If she's dead, she had it coming."
My soul hovered in the air, watching them. I laughed until I cried.
But when they found out the victim was me—
Why did they both go mad?

On our third wedding anniversary, the Alpha werewolf had to accompany his northern allies on a border patrol and couldn’t be with me.
So I went for my prenatal check-up alone, choosing a hospital under the Alpha’s name.
“I’m Luna to Alpha Kael, here for my prenatal appointment.”
The receptionist looked at me with confusion. “You are… who?”
I’d spent the last three years since our wedding mostly at home, focusing on my health to prepare for pregnancy, so it wasn’t surprising that Kael’s subordinates didn’t recognize me.
I was about to pull out our mate agreement as proof when a female wolf suddenly charged over and slapped me hard across the face—twice.
She was holding the bison-leather briefcase I had custom-made for Kael. Pointing a finger at my nose, she snarled:
“I’ve seen plenty of shameless strays like you, but none bold enough to come here and harass my Alpha!”
“Why don’t you go ask around—who really rules the Blackwood Forest? Get out of here now if you don’t want to die!”
A sharp, wrenching pain shot through my abdomen. I clutched my belly, forcing myself to explain through the discomfort: “This is mine and Kael’s hospital. I am Kael’s Luna…”
The woman let out a shrill, mocking laugh, then lifted her foot and kicked me brutally in the stomach.
“What a joke! Kael already told me his useless mate died long ago!”
“Where did you crawl out from, you stray? How dare you impersonate the Luna!”
That kick severed the last thread of life for my pup.
This foolish she-wolf had no idea—Kael was nothing but a stray my father picked up from the wilderness.
Every deed to this entire pack, and every asset Kael appears to own, bears only one name: mine, Alina.
Since Kael has betrayed me… I’ll grant you exactly what you wish for.

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

The dealership called to inform me that my Rolls-Royce Starlight Headliner had been replaced with a pink one and was ready for pickup.
I was bewildered. I hadn't driven that car in ages—why would anyone change the headliner without my knowledge?
I confronted my husband, who managed our garage, demanding an explanation.
"Honey, maybe they got their wires crossed. I'll swing by the dealership later and sort it out."
I wasn't about to waste my breath. Instead, I called my friend directly—she happened to own the dealership.
"William's having an affair. I'm going to catch him red-handed."

"You want my name?"
"Then keep wanting."
"So, Gabriel… what happens when a predator starts to wonder if the prey is hunting him?"


He ruined my sister's life.
Now I'm going to ruin his.
Or at least… that was the plan.
When Elara Frankson becomes the personal assistant to Gabriel Anderson—billionaire CEO, notorious womanizer, and the man she secretly blames for her sister's downfall—revenge is all she wants. With a sharp tongue and sharper heels, Elara's mission is simple: make him fall, then shatter his heart.
But nothing about Gabriel Anderson is simple.
He's cold, calculating, and sinfully charming in the worst way. And when he pulls her into a web of twisted power plays, scorching glances, and stolen moments that leave her breathless, Elara begins to question which one of them is really playing the game.
He's the man she should despise.
She's the woman he can't resist.
But in a world of secrets, lies, and betrayal, obsession comes with a price.
And neither of them is ready to pay it.

Have you ever heard of magic? Get to know in the Kingdom of Amelia. The Kingdom where magic strongly lives in every single soul dwelling there.
Amara, the princess of Amelia, often dreams of stepping her feet out of her Kingdom. Fortunately, she got the opportunity to leave her Kingdom for a mission.
Based on her mission, her destiny is to marry a wealthy but arrogant billionaire, Collins Edward living in New York City.
Will she fulfill her destiny?. Or are there more to be fulfilled? What will happen if the magic world encounters modern romance?
Find out in Amara!.

"You blackmail me, you kiss me, and now you want to date me?"
He raised a brow. "Fake date, of course. You think I am interested in you?"
I let out a deep sigh. "I wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't kissed me in front of everyone."
He shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't have if you weren't obsessing over your brother."
The silence between us stretched for a long while, both of us staring at the other.
Finally, I whispered, "You're a jerk."
"Yeah," He said, smiling. "But I'm your jerk now."
Hazel Pierce has always lived in the shadows, nerdy, invisible, and secretly crushing on the one guy she should never have fallen for: her stepbrother, Trey.
When her secret is nearly exposed on campus, her enemy and the team's resident bad boy, Jaxon Carter comes to her rescue but not without a prize.
He makes her an offer to fake date him to kill the gossip in exchange to improve his grades. He's cocky, reckless, and dangerously charming. And worst of all he knows how to make her heart race
.
What starts as a simple deal quickly spirals out of control. They promised no feelings, but what happens when their truth is bigger than the rules?
With rivals closing in, bigger secrets and Hazel's true identity revealed. She must decide if loving him is worth the risk as she reclaims her true voice and identity.

Warnings! This book is strictly Rated 18+
"Just one night stand with her new boss, changed everything about her existence. The more Faye tries to run away, the more daylan was dead set on turning her world upside down because whatever Daylan Sage wants he gets, and he wants her Willingly or by Force"

Detective Aria Kane tracks down a murderer who decorates each corpse with flawless origami cranes. There were eight victims. identical cut. The same position. The same bird. Home is indicated by the clues. This killer is the subject of a thriller written by her fiancé, Ethan Cross. While she sleeps, he folds cranes. He is aware of details that only a murderer should know. Like a signature, he says, "Love you." She lies beside him every night. She checks the locks every morning. She discovers the pen in the hand of a deceased woman. Silver. engraved. The one she handed him. He claims to have lost it. She locates the pictures. victims in his life's background. months in advance. Grinning. alive. He was present. observing. Awaiting. She looks at his schedule. gym. Back off. book release.
There is a body for every date. Each alibi is a present. At three in the morning, she looks through his desk. discovers a drawer that is locked. locates a box. Nine birds of different colors. For every life. Two remain blank. Now he leaves cranes on the counter. She pretends to sleep as she unfolds and refolds them. He is aware that she is watching. He wants her to locate it. As she lies beside him, she can feel his weight causing the mattress to dip. His breath has a coffee scent to it. He whispers to her. As if it were the final thing Aria would ever hear, good night. The crime scene is the marriage. His desk contains the proof. The next victim has already been selected. All she needs to do is decide to arrest him. or turn into the last chapter.On the nightstand is the next crane. Yesterday, it wasn't there.

I catch them mid-twist on the SoHo couch we picked out together—Ethan's shirt crumpled on the floor, his hands fisted in Layla's hair, her dress hitched high on her hips, her head thrown back in a gasp that curdles my blood.
My fingers go slack on the doorknob; the Lombardi's bag, his favorite chicken parmigiana, my promotion celebration, slams to the hardwood.
Violet's world shatters the moment she walks into her own living room and finds her husband tangled up with her stepsister. The man she loved. The sister she trusted. Both betraying her in the most humiliating way possible.
Now, with her marriage destroyed and her heart in pieces, Violet vows to take everything from them—her husband's empire, her stepsister's peace, and her own power back.
But when a mysterious billionaire, Liam Knight, walks into her life offering partnership and passion, Violet finds herself torn between revenge and the chance to love again.
Will she burn her enemies to ashes… or risk her heart one more time?

Phoenix Kade grew up in the Shatterlands, a place where mutants hunt the living and hope dies fast. He should have died too. The First World’s nuclear apocalypse was supposed to wipe out every human outside the Celestial Marches. Yet Ashen survived, and the secret behind that survival is something the gods never wanted uncovered.

When a band of mercenaries drags him into their fight, Ashen is thrown into a world filled with Netherborn monsters, metahuman killers, and the warring powers of Solmir Peak and the Voidspire. Determined to rise above the ruins of his birth, he claws his way into Aurion’s Gate, the shining capital of the Celestial Marches, protected by the Temple of the Skyfather.

The city is paradise on the surface. In truth, its light hides corruption deeper than anything in the wastes.

Phoenix endures brutal training, becomes a junior demon hunter, and finally earns a place in a world that hates him. Then the real chaos begins. The Nullstar Sect, the Red Covenant, and agents of the Voidspire all strike from the shadows. War erupts between the Celestial Marches and the Shatterlands, and Lord Vaelen Stroud seizes control of the holy armies.

Phoenix must choose who he is. A weapon of the Marches, or a son of the Shatterlands.

Broken but unyielding, he returns home and builds Evergreen Bastion, a last haven for anyone the gods left behind. But Aurion’s Gate wants the Shatterlands crushed before they rise again, and the armies of the Radiant Concord are already marching.

Phoenix Kade will stand alone if he must.

Against gods. Against monsters. Against fate itself.

Because the Shatterlands are done kneeling.

Three years in federal prison didn't break Jason De'Leon. It built something worse.
The day he walked out, he expected heat, open sky, and his father waiting by the gate. What he got was a beat-up Chevy, a sister who couldn't look him in the eye, and a truth she had been burying for three years. His father was dead. The brake lines on his Harley had been cut clean through. And the man who did it was sitting at the head of the Iron Wolves table like he owned it.
Because now he did.
Victor Kane built his empire on a dead man's name, cartel money, and the silence of everyone too scared to speak. He has federal protection, he has enforcers, and he has Anna, the one thing Jason cannot walk away from.
Jason isn't walking away from anything.
He came out of that cage with nothing but a plastic bag and a grudge that has had three years to sharpen itself into something quiet and permanent and very, very patient. Victor Kane is about to find out that the man he helped put away is not the same man who just walked free.
Some debts get paid in blood.
Some wars start with a name whispered in a prison parking lot.
This one starts now.
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My name is Serena, and I’m a werewolf. While the rest of my kind dreamt about finding their fated mate, fantasizing about meeting that perfect pair gifted by the Moon Goddess, I considered finding mine a curse.
My life ended when I found out the truth about my parents’ death. It was the day after my wedding, and I learned that my husband’s family planned to take over my pack from the beginning. I was so naïve that I married Declan like a lovesick pup, oblivious to the fact that my marriage was the final stage in his family’s scheme, and they succeeded in their plan, banishing me from my pack.
They thought I died, but I was planning to take everything that was mine and end my husband’s linage with my bare hands.
I had a spotless revenge plan, but fate’s sense of humor was ludicrous.
The man whom I promised to prosecute for all the pain he caused me was my fated mate, and ending him will also mean suicide.
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“You will always be Serena to me, wife.”
I simmered. “I’m not your wife.”
Declan bent a little on the waist, leveling his face with mine. “You’d be happy to know that we never got divorced, baby girl.”
Bristling, my nose flared. “I died. There’s no need for divorce.”
“Did you?” He caged me with his arms against the wall, a smirk stretching his lips. “And you are still mine, Serena. Don’t let Spade touch you like that again, or I’ll break his hand.”

Lydia ran three cities away to bury her past.At Downstar High School, her life was destroyed by Tristan Reed. The rich, untouchable captain of the hockey team who humiliated her and turned her into the school's favorite target.Lydia wanted college to be a fresh start. But on her very first day, she encounters the main person she wanted to forget—Tristan Reed who is still arrogant. Still privileged.

Still adored by everyone for his talent on the hockey field and his handsome face.Now they are trapped in the same university, the same dorm, and the same social circle.

At first, Lydia thinks avoiding him will be easy. But Tristan doesn't seem interested in staying away.

What begins as deep hatred slowly turns into something far more dangerous. An attraction neither of them can deny.

And she finds herself falling for the boy who once destroyed her. But the worse part is that he's not the only Reed watching her.

She finds herself not only caught up in a love triangle with the Reed brothers, but being a target of their dangerous eldest brother. Because Tristan Reed comes from a family more powerful, complicated, and dangerous than Lydia ever imagined. Getting involved with the Reed family could cost Lydia far more than her heart.It could cost her everything.

"I want you, Fenris," Lyra whispers, "Wolf and man, all of you."
The raw hunger flashes in Fenris's eyes. He growled softly, his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her flush against his body. They made love beneath the light of the full moon.
"I've never let anyone get this close during a full moon before."
"I'm honored to be the first," Lyra grinnes, "And a little smug that I managed to tame the big bad wolf."
Fenris chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. "The night's still young, and I'm far from tamed."


In a world where dark magic and ancient beasts collide, a powerful witch named Lyra stumbles upon a centuries-old prophecy foretelling the end of the world. To prevent this catastrophe, she must form an alliance with Fenris, a brooding werewolf outcast. As they race against time to decipher cryptic clues and gather mystical artifacts, their initial distrust slowly transforms into a forbidden romance. With opposing factions of supernatural creatures hunting them and their own conflicting natures threatening to tear them apart, Lyra and Fenris must overcome their differences to save not just the world, but each other.

Her current chapter explored a love story between two women in 1950s New York – a time of profound social constraint and hidden desires. Based on interviews with older queer women, the narrative revealed extraordinary resilience.
"Sometimes," Sarah told Rebecca, "the most radical act is simply existing. Refusing to be erased."
The typewriter continued its percussive rhythm. Each keystroke was an act of documentation, of resistance.

"This is a mistake," Ethan whispered, his voice hoarse. "We can't…we shouldn't…"
But his hand lingered on Caleb's arm, his fingers tightening, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate pattern on his skin. Caleb leaned in, drawn by an invisible force, and the space between them closed. He could feel Ethan's breath on his face, the heat in his body, the desperation in his eyes. His own desire was a raging storm inside him, a need so overwhelming it threatened to consume him.
He met Ethan’s mouth, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both desperate and tender, a collision of years stolen and unspoken desires. It was a kiss that spoke of pain and longing, of buried secrets and unfinished business. It was a kiss that threatened to unearth everything they had tried so hard to forget.
Ethan groaned into his lips, his fingers tangling in Caleb’s hair, pulling him closer, and Caleb felt himself falling, letting go of everything he thought he was, and sinking into the warmth of the moment, the heat of Ethan’s body, the intoxicating taste of his kiss.

As she reached the steps of her apartment building, a soft, melodic laugh echoed behind her. Aria spun around, but the street was empty. Only the lingering scent of wild roses and the fading notes of an impossible song hinted at the presence that had been there moments before.

In the heart of a realm where fire and ice intertwined, Razel soared through the molten skies, his scales glistening like jewels under the sun. He was a fierce dragon, proud and untamed, guarding his territory against those who dared encroach upon it. But when a formidable warrior princess named Zariah entered his domain, the world shifted.

Zariah was a vision of strength and beauty, her raven hair cascading like a waterfall of darkness. With a sword that shimmered with magic and a heart emboldened by her relentless spirit, she stood fearless before Razel, ready to confront the ancient threat that loomed over them both.
As they faced each other, the air thickened with tension, crackling with the promise of destiny. “You think you can intimidate me, dragon?” Zariah challenged, a playful glint in her emerald-green eyes. “I have faced monsters before, and you are no exception.”

“Is that so, warrior princess?” Razel’s deep voice rumbled like thunder, a teasing growl escaping his lips. “Perhaps you would like to find out how warm my flames can get.”

Zariah’s breath hitched at the sultry tones of his words, her pulse racing with both fear and exhilaration. “I’m not afraid of a little heat,” she replied, stepping closer, her body taut with anticipation.

As Ryker's hands and mouth explored her body, Lina felt herself surrendering to the sensations, her inhibitions melting away. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her hips instinctively thrusting towards his touch.

"That's it, let go, Lina," Ryker whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Let me show you the pleasures of submission."

Ryker positioned her on the bed, her wrists gently restrained by the velvet chains, her body exposed and vulnerable. He kissed a path down her body, his tongue tracing circles around her navel, making her squirm with anticipation. His fingers gently parted her folds, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.

In a realm where shadows dance with light in an eternal duel, Lyra, a young and enchanting shadow mage, unearths a tantalizing secret hidden within her: the rare ability to communicate with shadow dragons—ancient, seductive creatures thought to be long extinct. Her heart races when she encounters Nyx, the brooding king of the shadow dragons, with scales like obsidian and eyes that smolder with ancient fire. Their souls intertwine in a blaze of raw chemistry, igniting a passion that sizzles through their very beings.

As the world around them simmers with political intrigue and forbidden magic, Lyra feels the heat radiating from Nyx, drawing her in. “You possess a power I’ve never encountered,” he whispers, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine, igniting an ache deep within her core. “But tell me, can you handle the darkness within me?”

“Maybe I want to embrace it,” Lyra replies, her breath hitching as she inches closer, her hearts whispering promises of nightfall passion. “Show me the depth of your shadows, and I’ll reveal the light that can coexist with them.”

Their connection deepens as they delve into the secrets threatening both their kinds, but the air between them thickens with unspoken desire. In the heat of their pursuit, they steal moments away from the chaos—a shared gaze laced with longing, a brush of fingertips that ignites fire beneath their skin.

Luna's wolf paced restlessly, hyperaware of his proximity in the confined space. His scent surrounded her - sandalwood and wild forest and pure Alpha male. The mate bond pulsed between them, weakening his chemical restraints.
"How long can you keep fighting it?" She looked up at him. "The bond won't let you deny me forever."
"You think I want to?" His hands gripped the wall on either side of her head. "Every instinct I have screams to claim you, to hell with the consequences."
"Then do it." Luna curled her fingers in his lapels. "Choose me."

"Let me mark you as mine." He says rubbing his fangs on my neck.
“I want everyone to see and smell that you are mine and that if someone dares to get close to you, he will suffer in unimaginable ways.”
I decided that my future is at his side so there is nothing that prevents me from letting him mark me as his and the truth is what I want the most.
“Do it,” I say barely in a whisper.

After our lands were attacked by a group of vampires, taking us by surprise and leaving everything in ruins. My father as Alpha of our community, asked for help from the Loone Moon community and their Alpha.

Dalton Black.

At only 18 years old I met my life partner, the other part of my being, the one who would protect me forever.

My mate.

A/N: Just a simple easy to read sweet story, no bully, no hurt, and you will also find a vampire Rowan will appear in the latter plot who is obsessed with Blair, but Blair and Dalton never doubt their love for each other.