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At the red carpet event, Maddie, my partner of three years, in an attempt to curry favor with a popular male star, publicly humiliated me, trampling on my foot and yelling, "Ethan, you're just a backstage errand boy

. Don't interfere with Ryan's shots. Go back to carrying materials." The whole room burst into laughter; everyone thought I was a lowly sycophant forced to swallow my humiliation.

But I didn't get angry. I calmly took out my tablet, cut off all her studio's basic permissions with a single click, and immediately sent the irrefutable evidence of her breach of contract to the brand's legal department.

Three minutes later, she was completely stripped of her control and faced a multi-million dollar claim for breach of contract.

At first, she thought I was just acting out of spite, that a little charity would win me back. It wasn't until the day her assets were forcibly liquidated and she was completely blacklisted from the industry that she desperately realized: for the past three years, she had only been able to sit at the table because of my charity.

Later, shamelessly, she crawled through garbage cans, barefoot, to the airport, knelt before my bulletproof Maybach, and begged me to come back.

As for me, I simply walked onto the private jet surrounded by executives from top European conglomerates.

Lena Hart has been hurt before. Badly. So when Ethan Vale walks into her life—handsome, gentle, successful—she doesn’t know whether to trust him or run. He says all the right things. Looks at her like she’s the only woman in the world. For the first time in years, she lets someone in.

But love shouldn't feel like this.

Because soon, women who look just like Lena start turning up dead.

Strangled. No signs of struggle. No forced entry. Each victim wore the same perfume Ethan gifted Lena. Each one met their end after falling for someone who seemed… perfect.

Now Lena is watching everything: his words, his habits, his lies. And she’s asking herself the question she doesn’t want answered—

What if the man she’s falling for is the one hunting her?

As the city panics and the bodies stack up, Lena has two choices: run, or play along long enough to figure out the truth.

But in this game of love and survival, one wrong move could make her the next victim.

In a world suddenly thrust into chaos, humanity faces an unprecedented threat as enigmatic extraterrestrial beings known as the Gins launch a relentless assault.

As cities crumble and governments falter, a diverse group of survivors must navigate the harrowing landscape of fear, uncertainty, and the unknown. Amidst the ruins, alliances are forged, secrets unravel, and the true nature of the Gins becomes a key to humanity's survival.

With time running out, the fate of Earth hangs in the balance as the survivors strive to understand the motives behind the alien invasion and discover a way to reclaim their planet.

Unbeknownst to the Gins, Alex, an ordinary individual, stumbles upon a mysterious extraterrestrial artifact that grants him access to a powerful system embedded with advanced technologies. As he inadvertently activates it, Alex undergoes a transformation, gaining extraordinary abilities and knowledge. Now armed with this unparalleled advantage, he becomes an unforeseen force to be reckoned with.

As Alex navigates his newfound powers, he discovers that the system not only enhances his physical prowess but also grants him the ability to decipher the Gins' weaknesses and counter their strategies. The Gins, initially confident in their invasion, find themselves confounded by an unexpected adversary.

Alex's journey becomes a relentless pursuit for the truth behind the system's origin and purpose, intertwining his destiny with the fate of humanity. As he rises in power, the Gins, once invincible, face an unprecedented challenge, forcing them to reevaluate their invasion plans and confront the unforeseen consequences of underestimating the resilience of the human spirit.

"Bella? You mean that wolfless piece of shit? I'm just fooling around with her. I don't need her. She's useless. She's poor. She feeds on me more than I ever feed on her and worst of it, she won't even spread her legs. What the fuck do I need from a trashy woman like her?"


Bella Montagu, adoptive daughter of Luna Cora and Alpha Grey has her heart shattered by her five years boyfriend on the day of graduation. Out of anger, she rejects him, together with her wolf and returns to the pack only for her father, Alpha Grey to cast her out and imprison her, saying he never liked her and she was of no use to him from the start. With the help of Luna Cora, the only woman who has ever loved her, she escapes only for fate to play a cruel thing in her face, in the name of Kai Marlakey, the alpha of the Ashwood pack.
With a broken heart and a man mourning the loss of his poor mate, would things ever work out between them? Would Bella be able to find her real identity? And what if she's not as cursed as she has always believed? What exactly does fate have in store for Bella and why does it keep tampering with her?
Find out in this sweet romance.

Ariella Hayes was seventeen years old when she learned that grief had a taste.
It tasted like burnt sugar. Like the batch of croissants she’d left in the oven too long the morning after the funeral, too numb to hear the timer, too broken to care. Like the coffee, she drank black now because adding cream felt like a luxury she didn’t deserve. Grief tasted like everything and nothing.
Mostly nothing.
She was thinking about this at 4:47 a.m., lying in bed and staring at the water stain on her ceiling that resembled a reaching hand. She’d been awake since three. She was always awake from three, that gray hour when the world was silent enough to hear all the things she tried not to think about during the day.
Like how it was her fault.
How she should have been the one in the car.
How her mother hadn’t really looked at her in six months.
The timer screamed, and Ariella dragged herself out of bed, moving through the apartment like a ghost, past her mother’s bedroom door, down the narrow stairs to Hayes & Daughter Bakery. The name felt like a lie now. Her grandmother was gone. Ethan was gone. Soon the bakery would be gone too, and it would just be Ariella and her mother in an empty building, haunting the space where their family used to be.

She is about to embark on a life-altering journey as she enters a contract marriage with billionaire heir Aiden Frost, all in a bid to rescue her family’s struggling bakery. As they step into this pretend union, neither of them anticipates how their arrangement will evolve into a haven, where they might uncover feelings that challenge their initial intentions.

Ethan Blake never thought that his best friend — the charming, fearless, openly gay Adrian Cross — had a secret bigger than anyone could have ever dreamed of. Adrian was not just the star player of the school. he was a werewolf Alpha, destined to lead a pack torn between allegiance and insurrection.

When Adrian reveals his concealed love for Ethan, all that Ethan has believed in love, friendship, and himself crumbles. The love becomes stronger, but danger erupts at once. Another Alpha, Marcus Hale, is interested in Ethan — not because he loves him, but to make him a pawn to overthrow Adrian's grip on power.

Now Ethan is in a realm of claws, blood, and fate where passion slays and love may be the price of life. Secrets are revealed, and he has to confront the toughest reality: his gay best friend is not only an Alpha… he's the Alpha, and their destinies are sealed forever.
Will Ethan embrace the love that scares him, or will pack traditions tear them apart?

I spent eighteen years as the West family’s “fake heiress.”

When their real daughter came back, they shoved me into a storage room, made me take the blame for her scandals, and even cursed me at Grandpa’s funeral for being ungrateful.

Then sixteen Maybachs arrived to take me home.

Only then did they learn the truth—I was the long-lost daughter of the wealthiest family in the world.

Now the Wests want forgiveness. Too bad. I want them ruined.

But the man who pinned me against a bathroom sink after I defused a bomb only smiled and whispered, “Would you rather your brother walk in and find you here with a strange man?”

Worse, his face was hidden in my grandfather’s secret keepsake.

So who is he really… and what did Grandpa die trying to hide?

I find myself making a hard decision one that I never thought to have to make. I look over at my two sons beaten and broken, pleading to take my punishment. I smile saying, "It's OK boys. Don't be sad for me, know that I will always know how you are doing." Naikono screamed and cried while Kino's silent tears pleading. "I love you, keep each other safe. I will see you again in this body or another I will find you," I said to them as they were dragged off. I was left with the Fates of Time who were my Judges, Juries, and Executioners. I fucked up bad and got caught doing it too. One of the sad things is I don't even remember what I did. The Fates took my memories of the crime to ensure that the atrocities committed would never happen again. I sit there looking at them waiting for my sentencing. "For your crimes you sill spend 2500 yrs in oblivion after which you will spend the next millennia being reborn to unfortunate souls who are not destine to live. Finally you will be given the chance to live a peaceful life that is if you can keep yourself safe," the fate of the future said."I will take your punishment on one condition, that if outside forces beyond what is meant for the time of which I am in interfere with me or my children, should I have them, I can revert to my original self without repercussions to me or my children.” The fates stepped aside to consider this. They knew who I was and what I was capable of so ignoring my offer wouldn't work out for them. Stepping forward they said, " We accept your condition". Than my world went dark.

My parents and twin sister faked their own deaths so she could steal my college acceptance.

I believed it. Sobbed until I couldn't breathe when the cops showed me photos of the burnt yacht. Thought my words—"I hope you all die"—had somehow made it happen.

Two weeks later, I found my sister's backup Instagram: "Finally ditched the boring sister! Bahamas is paradise 🏖"

Something inside me snapped.

Wanna play dead? Stay dead.

I took their death certificates. Canceled their social security numbers. Drained every joint account—every last cent. Sold the house to John, the kind of guy even cops don't mess with.

One month later, they came home tanned and loaded with designer bags, expecting to find me broken on the streets.

What greeted them instead were cold gun barrels pointed at their heads.

Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly...
“Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea…
However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper.
Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…”
Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop
Renea chase after Jasper...
But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter...
They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather...
Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed...
However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started...
Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile...
She was back...
However, this time... she was back for revenge...

I was raised by the Smith family for twenty years. The moment their real daughter returned, I was kicked out without hesitation.

The position of design director? Given to the real daughter.
The marriage worth a fortune? Also given to her.

The whole company waited to see the “bastard” make a fool of herself.

Until a globally limited motorcycle, one of only twenty in the world, stopped at the company entrance.
A roguishly handsome man leaned over it and said, “Sis, come home with your brother.”

The entire Smith family was stunned speechless.

Only later did they learn—
I was Master A, the artist that masters around the world lined up to meet.
I was the holder of every award winning patent in Smith Group.
And I was the daughter of the legendary family as wealthy as a nation. The true heiress.

The powerful CEO pulled out the long sealed engagement contract, a faint smile on his lips.

“So it turns out… you’re my fiancée.”

When their real daughter came home, my foster parents threw me out like trash.
But before I could even leave, my foster sister pinned a murder charge on me.
I watched the police rush toward me. Then I lifted my foster sister's arm—the one still marked with fresh needle punctures—and smiled at the crowd.
They had no idea who they were dealing with.
Beneath this unremarkable face, I am a once-in-a-century medical genius, a phantom hacker, an elite designer... Even if my birth family lived in the poorest slum in the city, I could give them a life beyond their wildest dreams.
But then, the cheerful jingle of an ice cream truck cut through the chaos.
And a fleet of Rolls-Royces pulled up behind it.
Turns out, my real family isn't poor at all. They might just be the richest people in the country.
Well then. The game just changed.

I thought inheriting a forgotten farmhouse in the middle of nowhere would solve my problems.

Instead, it shattered everything I believed about myself.

After losing my job and the life I'd built in Los Angeles, I travel to rural Indiana to claim an inheritance from a grandfather I never knew existed. The plan is simple. Sign the papers, sell the land, and leave.

Then I discover the town isn't on any map.

The locals already know my name.

The wolves watch me like they're waiting for me to remember something.

And the dangerously handsome man who was supposed to be my attorney looks at me like I've belonged to him my entire life.

Every answer uncovers another secret. My family history is built on lies. The strange dreams I've had since childhood were never just dreams. The wild instinct growing beneath my skin is becoming impossible to ignore.

I came here expecting a fresh start.

Instead, I found a destiny written in blood, a pack that refuses to let me go, and a truth that could destroy the only life I've ever known.

Some stories begin with once upon a time.

Mine begins the moment I discover I was never human at all.

To protect my son, I spent a grueling year trapped in an underground bunker on an isolated island. Outside the heavy steel door, the scratching and snarling of the undead never ceased.

When our supplies finally ran dry, I risked my life crawling through a narrow ventilation duct to find water—only to emerge into bright sunlight. There was no apocalypse.

My wife—who had supposedly been "torn apart" by the horde—was lounging in a silk slip, sipping champagne with my head of security. And those monsters pounding on my door? Paid actors.

They had staged this entire bio-crisis just to lock me away and drive me insane, all so they could legally seize my billion-dollar empire.

Watching their smug smiles, I slipped back into the shadows. I destroyed the island's entire communication grid and emptied the only vial of a real zombie virus into their central water supply.

Since you love playing doomsday survival so much... let's make it real.

Her downfall came hours after her birthday when she found out that she was the mate of the very monster she hunted.

A father, tormented by the grief of the past, could do nothing until he found someone like-minded and formed the Alliance to fight those who took away the love of his life. He fought behind the screen while his daughter did what he never could - she killed the big bad wolf.

The years passed, and she followed her father's vision until an ill-advised mission led her to imprisonment under the command of an Alpha. Little did Enya know that misfortune would reveal too many secrets. Will Enya ever find herself in a tangle of lies, or will she perish with those who led her astray?

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Ryan was never meant to exist.
The illegitimate son of a powerful man, he grew up watching his brother, Jace, the perfect heir take everything.
Status. Respect. Power.
And when Ryan is finally pushed to his breaking point, something inside him snaps.
No more playing the victim. No more living in shadows.
If the world refuses to give him a place, he would create one.
Step by step, Ryan rises.....smarter, colder, more dangerous than anyone expects. He builds his own power, his own influence, his own empire. And with every move, he gets closer to the one goal that drives him......
to prove his worth.
Buried deep in the past lies a secret … a truth that could shake the entire foundation of the family that rejected him.
Blood won't equate loyalty.
Only power will decide who stands at the top.

A love that goes beyond the barriers of time and space.
A woman who carries in her blood the power to beget a new generation of wolves.
A man embittered by life who will do anything to have the woman he lost in another life.
A villain who will not measure scruples so that this love will not have a happy ending.
A society long forgotten

Helena always dreamed of becoming a teacher; she was the pride of her whole family, the first in her family to go to college.

Ever since she was a little girl, she has dreams of a mysterious man and two giant wolves who fight a mortal battle for her.

On her first day of school, she meets Argo, the man who appears in her dreams. A doctor in Greek culture, he was lost in the corridors of the university, just as Helena was lost in his arms, something tells her to stay far away.

Argo is a Shifter wolf, eldest son of the mighty Nicolas Licáon, the alpha of the oldest Greek pack, and is completely mesmerized, she was his predestined mate.

In the past, they were separated in a tragic way, and fate has given them a new chance for a happy ending... Could it be?

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

Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...

Blane Samuel
A definition of a nice guy, a guy who always think about others first than himself. Since his break up with Lauren Hastington, he's a wreck. He thought he won't look at another woman but he was wrong. One day, a beautiful girl in red dress came to him caught his eyes.

Camilla Medilton
Beautiful model who always have positive thinking and live her life the fullest. With her beautiful face and body, every guy wants her until it made some of them take a bad step. Since she sense the bad situation, she took a random guy to be his boyfriend and apparently that guy is Blane Samuel

"Hey baby! I miss you, what took you so long? How's work?" Camilla linked her arm to Blane who was clueless seeing a beautiful hot girl linking her arm to him

The night before the SAT, I brought homemade pastries from our bakery to share with the whole class.

The next day, over thirty students collapsed at the testing center. The exam was voided.

I became the target of everyone's rage. My family fell apart. I ended up in a detention cell.

The internet tore me apart. My classmate Lainey Prescott went on camera sobbing, saying all she wanted was for me to own up to what I did.

While I was in detention, I found out my mom had a mental breakdown and jumped off the overpass outside of town.

That same night, I went into the river too. The water was freezing.

When I open my eyes, Lainey is right there. She's holding that same sheet of paper with everyone's signatures, smiling like nothing's wrong, eyes just as calculating as I remember.

I'm back.

And this time, I'm not making anything for anyone.

It was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones.
In my past life, I was locked in the abandoned freezer beneath St. Jude Preparatory Academy.
Outside the door stood my biological brother Spencer, along with Landon—my boyfriend of three years. And between them, wearing Landon's oversized football jacket, was my stepsister Lacey.
"Blythe, just admit you bullied me. Post an apology video to the whole school, and Spencer will let you out." Lacey's voice trembled, fake tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Spencer's voice cut through the metal door like ice:
"Blythe, you brought this on yourself. You've been terrorizing Lacey at school, pushed her to the edge. Maybe some time in there will teach you what decency looks like."
Landon's voice dripped with disappointment: "Jesus, Blythe. I thought I knew you. This isn't who you are."
I pounded on the iron door until my fists were raw, screaming until my voice gave out.
I told them the truth—that I never touched Lacey. That she was the one forcing girls to their knees in the bathroom. That she stole my exam. That every shred of "evidence" was manufactured.
No one believed me.
I froze to death in that sub-zero hellhole.
As the cold claimed me, staring at my blue-purple fingers, all I felt was pure, burning hate.
Then I opened my eyes again—back to the day it all began.

I was their real daughter.

The lost princess they found, brought home, and promised to protect.

But every time she cried, I was the one punished.

Every time she bled, I was the one accused.

When she disappeared, they said it was my fault. They tore my memories apart to prove it.

Fine , only if they stand where I stood, feel what I felt, will they ever know my pain.

Taken by the King of the Underground
I have no way to run away from the Italian Mafia don
God, the black lead is so handsome...

"Who do you work for?" He asked out of nowhere with a severe expression.
"I don't work for anybody," I replied almost immediately.
I saw his expression in the mirror in front of me.
He was openly staring without shame, smirking. I caught his stare through the mirror raising my head high.
The tension in the room doubled as he kept my stare not backing down. I suddenly felt hot within.
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Hazel Woods is a skilled con artist who loves playing mind games with rich elite people, coming from a poor and abusive home, Hazel swore she would do anything to survive under a system that feeds nothing to people like her.
Hazel had gone to a casino, a new place to start an operation. There she meets Matteo Castello, an Italian Mafia don and the king of the underground, on coming across him, Hazel tries to pull off her charm by manipulating him into gambling with her unknown to Matteo, Hazel had duped him.

Matteo Castello gets whatever he wants; he is worshipped and highly respected by people who work for him, dangerous and loves to torture people who play him, there's one thing Matteo Castello doesn't take dearly, it's if anyone fools with him and his money.
Hazel Woods has fallen victim to his cobweb and months later, fate has a lot in stall for her. Matteo Castello kidnaps Hazel after finding out who she was and now he must make her pay for everything she stole from him but what happens with these two when things do not go as planned?

A cold-blooded assassin is reborn as an elite police officer overnight.

Kevin glances at his towering 188-centimeter frame and his striking good looks inherited from his Germanic father.

System, allocate my attribute points. Add one more centimeter to that part!

Ladies, here I come!

What? The Mafia are shooting people in broad daylight?

Before elite cop Kevin, all of them get taken down with a single shot!

"Daddy..."The little girl points to...The Man of My Dreams!!!

Before I could escape, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to his rock-hard chest. I didn't meet his gaze.

Sabrina's POV

As I worked on the little angel's hair, I felt a draft and realized that the lace on my dress had fallen, exposing my bare back down to my hip bone. I shuddered and quickly turned around, hastily adjusting my hair to cover as much as possible.

**** Travis's POV***

The strap of her dress had slipped off her shoulder. My gaze darkened as I saw her exposed back down to her hipbone, and I had to resist the urge to brush my hand against her flawless skin.


Introducing Sabrina Iris Kline, a captivating journalist, unyielding in her pursuit of truth, unafraid to expose the veiled underbelly of society. Enduring relentless threats to her life, Sabrina remains steadfast, having already suffered immeasurable loss. Yet, the course of her existence takes an extraordinary twist when a mysterious enigma begins to materialize within her dreams—a man entirely foreign to her waking hours.

Within the mesmerizing depths of "Dreams Come True...", readers shall embark on an enchanting odyssey, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy dissolve into ethereal whispers. Will Sabrina's heart surrender to the irresistible allure of this haunting stranger? Or shall he forever linger as a figment of her imagination, teasing her with a love she once believed unattainable?

What if fate has more in store for her? What if she is destined never to encounter the man who brings solace to her restless mind, cradling her tenderly within her dreams?

Prepare to traverse a realm where true love defies the constraints of probability, where Sabrina's unwavering resolve collides with an enigmatic connection that transcends the confines of time and space. Will she unravel the enigma shrouding her enigmatic dreams, or shall she eternally wander amidst a realm where reality merges with fantasy?

Step into the pages of "Dreams Come True..." and unlock the concealed enigmas nestled within, as love and destiny converge in an indelible tapestry of mystery, ardor, and the extraordinary power of dreams.

My name is Daniel Kenneth Murphy.
The bad news: I’m dead.
The good news: I’ve been reborn in Mexico as a prison guard.
This godforsaken country leaves me no choice but to become a crime lord. Otherwise, I won’t live to see sunrise!

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

“Don’t go. Do as he says,” grandmother said. Suzanne blinked and looked into her grandmother’s face.

“Grandmama?”

Grandmother’s eyes were no longer glazed, and she had spoken with such clarity when usually, her speech was slurred. At that very moment, Suzanne had no doubt that her grandmother’s mind was crystal clear.

Grandmother held onto Suzanne’s hand and gently pried open her palm, revealing the black mark. Grandmother’s eyes narrowed as she traced her bony finger on Suzanne’s palm before staring back at Suzanne.

“This,” she pointed at Suzanne’s palm, “This is the mark of the beast.”

Six months ago, a yacht explosion consumed everyone I loved: my husband Leonard, my parents, and my brother.
I escaped only because of stomach pain that kept me from boarding. My adopted sister Claire became the sole survivor.
Since then, I've become an empty shell.
Even after being diagnosed with terminal uterine cancer, even while carrying my late husband's child, I've endured the agony of chemotherapy alone, exhausting what little strength remains to scrape together money for Claire—who hides away in a private care facility, claiming severe PTSD.
Until this winter day, with a blizzard approaching.
Dragging my dying body to my husband's memorial to pay respects, I discovered a credit card statement—charges made three months after his death.
Following the address on that receipt, I pushed open the door of a luxurious suburban villa.
Inside, it was warm as spring. My parents and brother, who should have been at the bottom of the ocean, stood there perfectly alive.
At the center of the room, my husband—the man I'd grieved for day and night—was kissing my adopted sister, his lips tender against hers.
The whole family was celebrating, raising glasses to toast the infant cradled in Claire's arms—barely a month old.
There had never been any disaster at sea.
It was all a meticulously planned hoax—their twisted way to erase me from their lives forever.

Born in the slums, Wendy was heartlessly dumped by her self made boyfriend.
"You're not good enough for me."
She sneered, smashed his Ferrari, then climbed into a limited edition hypercar and drove away.
What her ex never knew was that the "burden" he abandoned was the one who made him successful.
Then her birth mother, who had abandoned her years ago, suddenly returned and demanded that Wendy go home and marry in place of her disabled sister.
Wendy smiled.
"Fine. If you all want me back so badly, I'll come home. And I'll repay every single one of you."

I was the hottest A-list actress in Hollywood, until a few deepfaked videos of me "abusing assistants" and malicious photos of my "rotting face" dragged me straight to hell.
In just one month, I became a monster despised by the entire internet.
Facing tens of thousands of death threats telling me to "die with a rotting face."
They wanted me to die crying. I didn't. Instead, I decided to express my deepest gratitude to the bullies who ruined my life.
And my "thank you" is going to cost a fortune.
But I never imagined the real monster wasn't hiding behind a screen—he was holding the syringe.

I was the unluckiest kid in my family—always the one pulling the black-tipped stick from that pretty little "Fairness Jar."
In our house, red meant new dresses, Disneyland, and a goodnight kiss from Mom. Black meant endless chores, lockup in the attic, and the kind of hunger that ate you from the inside out.
Mom loved to stroke my hair in front of the neighbors. "God gives everyone a fair shake," she'd say. "Riley's just a little unlucky, is all."
I believed her for fourteen years.
Until I had an asthma attack and died on that dusty attic floor.
The moment my soul slipped free, I looked down at the overturned Jar, its sticks scattered across the floorboards—and I finally understood why I'd drawn black every single time.

"Very entertaining. Highly recommended for the permanent library of any reader who appreciates a well-written mystery with twists and an intelligent plot. You will not be disappointed. Excellent way to spend a cold weekend!" --Books and Movie Reviews (regarding Murder in the Manor)A VILLA IN SICILY: OLIVE OIL AND MURDER is the debut novel in a charming new cozy mystery series by bestselling author Fiona Grace, author of Murder in the Manor, a #1 Bestseller with over 100 five-star reviews (and a free download)!Audrey Smart, 34, is a brilliant vet—yet fed up by her demanding clients who think they know more than her and who don’t care about their animals. Burnt-out with the endless hours, she wonders if the time has come for a new direction. And when her 15th year high school reunion (and her hopes for re-sparking on old flame) end in disaster, Audrey knows the time has come to make a change.When Audrey sees an ad for a $1 home in Sicily, it captivates her. The only catch is that the house requires renovation, something she knows little about. She wonders if it could be real—and if she may really be crazy enough to go for it. Can Audrey create a life and career—and the home of her dreams—in a beautiful Sicilian village? And perhaps even find love while she’s there?Or will an unexpected death—one that only she can solve—put an end to all of her plans?Are some dreams too good to be true?A laugh-out-loud cozy packed with mystery, intrigue, renovation, animals, food, wine—and of course, love—A VILLA IN SICILY will capture your heart and keep you glued to the very last page.“The book had heart and the entire story worked together seamlessly that didn't sacrifice either intrigue or personality. I loved the characters - so many great characters! I can't wait to read whatever Fiona Grace writes next!”--Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)“Wow, this book takes off & never stops! I couldn't put it down! Highly recommended for those who love a great mystery with twists, turns, romance, and a long lost family member! I am reading the next book right now!” --Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)“This book is rather fast paced. It has the right blend of characters, place, and emotions. It was hard to put down and I hope to read the next book in the series.”--Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)Books #2 and #3 in the series—FIGS AND A CADAVER and VINO AND DEATH—are now also available!

I have been tormented by a strange illness for ten years, with blood draws and surgeries being commonplace.
My mother always encouraged me, saying, "Nian Nian, bear with it a little longer. The pain will be over soon. Mom and Dad are doing this to save your life."
Hoping to be cured as soon as possible, I gritted my teeth and endured ten years of painful treatments, even if it meant living like a lab subject.
That was until I accidentally overheard my parents’ cruel conversation:
“Increase the blood draw even more. It doesn’t matter if she dies—she was only picked up to save Ying Ying. As long as she has a breath left, she owes it to us.”
At that moment, I finally understood: I was never sick at all.
The decade of daily treatments were nothing but a way to use me to extend the life of their biological daughter.

Three years into our loveless marriage:

"Julian... what would you do if I got pregnant?" I asked, clinging to a foolish hope.

He thrust hard, his release hot between my thighs.

"You? Bear my heir?" His laugh was ice-cold. "A maid's daughter could never be worthy of Sterling blood."


I'm Elena—the maid's daughter who dared to love Julian Sterling.

He's the ruthless heir who married me for revenge.

"You're nothing but a gold-digging whore,"* he whispered. *"Did you really think I'd ever love someone like you?”

He used me. Broke me. Made me beg for scraps while he paraded his first love through our home.

That night, I stood on the bridge, staring at the dark water below.

I'd lost everything. My mother. My dignity. My will to fight.


Five years later, in a crowded shopping mall:

My daughter tugs at a stranger's sleeve.

"Mister, will you help me find my mommy? I got lost."

The man freezes, staring down at her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His voice sounds broken.

"Lila! What's yours, uncle?"

"Julian."

Minutes later, he's walking toward me with my daughter's hand in his, his face drained of all color.

"Elena."

My name on his lips sounds like agony.

Before I can respond, he's crossed the distance between us. His arms wrap around me with desperate strength.

"God, you're alive. I thought—" His voice cracks. "I'm so sorry—"

He leans down, his lips seeking mine.

My hand moves on instinct.

The slap echoes through the mall.

"Excuse me?" I step back, ice-cold, pulling Lila behind me. "Please control yourself, sir. Do we even know each other?"

My husband suffered a massive heart attack mid-thrust inside my best friend.

Now, the ER doctors are clutching his surgical consent forms, waiting for me—the legal wife—to sign.

Over the phone, my mother-in-law shrieked in absolute despair while my best friend sobbed in terror.

I turned a deaf ear to them, taking my time to admire my makeup in the mirror.

There was absolutely no rush. Waiting until I changed into this pitch-black mourning dress to slowly watch his countdown to death wouldn't be too late.

After all, when my parents and my son, Noah, were lying in the morgue, I survived a dead-silent night exactly like this one, shedding tears until my eyes literally bled dry.

Now, it is finally my husband's turn to go to hell and atone for my family.

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

Everyone said I’d traded five years of my youth and my unwavering devotion for an engagement that every woman envied.
My fiancé, Felix Smith, seemed to believe it, too. He gave me pearls, promised me a bright future, and wrapped me up in a web of tenderness, layer after layer.
Until that afternoon, when he held me close, yet used a language he thought I didn’t understand to weave the perfect "wedding" con over the phone.
That was the moment I finally realized: over these five years, who had he really been looking at through me? And every pearl he ever gave me, whose tastes was he remembering?
When the elevator failed and darkness crashed down, the person he protected on instinct wasn’t me.
When the wind howled across the empty outskirts, the person he chose to abandon was me.
I’d been learning how to love him, how to become a proper bride. In the end, what I learned was how to exit quietly, out of his world with Serena.
Only when I slipped off that pearl ring did I understand—
Some love stories, from the very beginning, are nothing but long letters written to someone else.

Nora Vale inherits three million dollars and a ruined seaside motel from an aunt her family called impossible.

She tells no one. Not even Rowan, her exhausted mechanic husband, who has spent years letting his family drain him dry.

Instead, Nora tells one dangerous lie: her design studio has collapsed, and she has lost everything.

Rowan does not blame her. He does not leave. He takes her hand and says, "Then we rebuild. You and me."

But the inheritance is not just money. Harbor Mile Motel hides records of a predatory company buying coastal properties through debt, fear, and family pressure. Rowan's brother is involved. Nora's aunt may not have died as quietly as everyone believed.

Now Nora must learn that money can buy time, repairs, and lawyers, but it cannot buy trust. And Rowan must decide whether the woman who lied to test his love is still the woman he wants to build a future with.

Nora Vale inherits three million dollars and a ruined seaside motel from an aunt her family called impossible.

She tells no one. Not even Rowan, her exhausted mechanic husband, who has spent years letting his family drain him dry.

Instead, Nora tells one dangerous lie: her design studio has collapsed, and she has lost everything.

Rowan does not blame her. He does not leave. He takes her hand and says, "Then we rebuild. You and me."

But the inheritance is not just money. Harbor Mile Motel hides records of a predatory company buying coastal properties through debt, fear, and family pressure. Rowan's brother is involved. Nora's aunt may not have died as quietly as everyone believed.

Now Nora must learn that money can buy time, repairs, and lawyers, but it cannot buy trust. And Rowan must decide whether the woman who lied to test his love is still the woman he wants to build a future with.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame.

These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cunt throb, your cock twitch, your breath catch. Pages slick with sweat, wet with cum, dripping with sin.

Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fucks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pussies dripping, cocks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sucking, ass cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with moans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fucking without mercy.

Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured.

And that's just the beginning.

Every filthy craving, every desperate moan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't.

So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cock isn't straining.

But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does.

And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your pussy, your cock, your juices, your moans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild.

So tell me-would you be mine?
Would you dare turn these cum-stained pages?

In seven years of marriage, I miscarried five times. I nearly died on the operating table.

My husband, Lorenzo Castellano—the mafia king who controlled the entire East Coast—gripped my blood-stained hand and choked out: "It's okay. You're all I need."

I believed him.

Until our anniversary, when I smelled her perfume on his shirt and discovered the truth: his sister-in-law had given him a three-year-old son—those same deep brown eyes I'd bled five times trying to create.

The cruel irony? Just the day before, two pink lines had appeared on a pregnancy test.

That night, the explosion lit up the entire ocean, our private yacht burning like a funeral pyre.

The man who made all of New York's underworld tremble finally learned what it meant to lose.

He lost his wife.

And the child he would never know existed.

Un matrimonio ligado por un contrato, y ella estaba obligada a aceptarlo. Él era su jefe y ella su secretaria.
Ella le dio todo lo que él quería, pero su amor fue desatendido, pero cuando ella decidió irse, él le ofreció un contrato de matrimonio para que se quedara. Pero alguien ocupaba su corazón y no podía ofrecerle nada excepto su talento en la cama.
Después de su matrimonio, soportó el dolor, pero esquema tras esquema destruyó su tolerancia. Finalmente, estaba lista para dejarlo, pero de repente él se negó a dejarla ir.
Charles pareció sentir su dolor, la abrazó de repente y susurró: “Sarah, puedes confiar en mí. Nunca estaré con ella. Eres diferente de todas esas otras mujeres. Realmente quiero estar contigo. Si no lo hubiera hecho, entonces no habría cortado las relaciones con todas las demás mujeres. ¿No me crees ahora?
Sarah sollozó suavemente: “Si has aceptado que se acabó con ella, ¿por qué todavía tienes su foto en tu billetera? ¿Por qué todavía la extrañas? ¿No ves cómo me duele?
Charles la miró, "¡Ella es solo otra mujer de mi pasado!"
La atmósfera entre ellos se volvió sofocante y Charles dijo en voz baja: “Sarah, ¿te dije que podías irte? Recuerda, soy tu jefe. ¡Eres mi secretaria y mi esposa!
Enfadado, Charles volvió a gritar: "¡Sarah, soy tu hombre!".
"¿Oh? ¿Mi hombre?" Sarah se rió y lo miró fijamente. Las lágrimas comenzaron a deslizarse por sus mejillas, "¿Eres tú, mi hombre? ¡Señor presidente, solo soy una mera posesión suya y nunca me convertiré en su esposa! ¡Libérame, te lo ruego!

They said an Omega didn't belong in their elite military academy. They were right—I didn't belong. I was meant to destroy it.
I was Celia, the scholarship nobody, the punching bag for five ruthless Alpha brothers who ruled the school like gods. The Hale brothers made my life hell just because I dared to be smarter than them. They humiliated me, tormented me, nearly killed me.
Then they murdered the only person who tried to help me.
"You think you can compete with us?" Zaxer's breath was hot against my ear as he held me over the rooftop edge. "You're nothing but a pathetic little Omega."
"Then why are you so threatened by me?" I whispered back, watching his eyes darken.
They let me fall. Krystal, the friend I trusted, kissed my tormentor while I plummeted to my death.
But I didn't die. I got my wolf. And with her came a hunger for vengeance that burned hotter than any mate bond.
Now I'm back, and the game has changed. I know their secrets, their weaknesses, their guilty consciences. They think they can corner me in empty classrooms, threaten me with those piercing stares and brutal words?
"Hit me," I dared Zaxer in front of everyone, my voice steady as steel. "Show them all what kind of Alphas you really are."
He couldn't. Because for the first time, they realized something: the broken Omega they tortured has teeth now.
They ruined me once. Killed for me twice.
But when Kaiden growled those three words—"You're our mate"—everything I thought I knew shattered.
Because how do you destroy the ones fate bound you to?
Revenge never tasted so savage. Love never cut so deep.

There are no unmated males in our pack.
Every she-wolf in Hollowfen is promised to someone when she turns eighteen. We just don't get to know who until we walk into the Choosing Hall.
Girls go in wearing white. They come out flushed, shaking, barely able to stand. Some laugh. Some cry. None of them talk about what happens inside.
My sister Thessaly turned eighteen this spring. Gran told her she couldn't attend the Choosing.
She went anyway. She came back on shaking legs, with blood between her thighs and a smile she couldn't wipe off her face.

Book1 (Chapter 1~188, completed):
“Please...come back to me, be my Luna again, Charlotte,” Hayden said.
I sneered. “You don't even qualify to be my Omega. What makes you think I would want to be your Luna?”
“Then let me be your slave,” the shameless mate who had rejected me begged.

I had been claimed and married to my mate, Hayden for three years, but everything changed when his brother died. He began to ignore me and get closer to his brother’s widow, Sofia.
Everyone could see how much he favored Sofia over his own mate, me.
I turned a blind eye and endured it all because he was my destined mate and I loved him so much.
But Sofia framed me for causing her miscarriage and everyone blamed me for it, not to mention my mate.
My mate forced me to kneel and apologize to that bitch who had tried many times to drive wedges between me and my mate, with the help of his sister, Milla.
Hayden didn't even want to listen to my explanations. He gave me a choice - apologize or divorce.
I would never apologize for something I didn't do and thus I chose divorce.
No one knew I was actually the next-Alpha-in-line of one of the most powerful packs. After the divorce, I went back to my pack and take over my birthright - becoming a powerful Alpha and showing Hayden that he was nothing to me and my life was better off without him!


Book2( From chapter 189~287, completed):
As the Alpha princess, I enjoy all the glory and wealth, but my heart only yearns for freedom and love.
Much to my luck, I found my fated mate, Alpha Shawn Evander when I was nineteen.
He is one the most eligible bachelors currently, but my parents, especially Dad is so against our mateship, he keeps urging me to break up with Shawn.
Why should I break up with my fated mate? I love him too much and decided to make a bold choice - to marry him during my twentieth birthday party secretly.
So, it should be a happy day, right?
Nope.
Imagine my shock when I saw my bestie and Shawn together, betraying me during what was supposed to be our wedding day!
In the end, I didn’t get married to him and went to a bar to drown my sorrow when I stumbled across an Alpha who needed a mate to break his curse, and we decided to have a contract marriage between us.
But when I went home and sobered up, I realized who that Alpha was - Alpha Maximillian Vestvertine, also known as the most ruthless and arrogant Alpha of all.
However, I never ezxpect that this coldest Alpha would be so eagar to have me....