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

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


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

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

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

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

BLURB / DESCRIPTION

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

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

"You have no idea," he whispered.

Zane Ardell was twenty-nine when he died.

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

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

And then he woke up.

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

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

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

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

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

Nightgrave Academy was never meant to be safe.

Not for someone like Ivy Rowen.

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

Everyone wants something from her.

Some want her power.

Some want her loyalty.

And some want her dead.

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

She was never meant to survive Nightgrave.

She was meant to change it.

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

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

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

Our due dates? One day apart.

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

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

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

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

In my last life, I fell for every word out of Ryan's mouth.
To save his shot at attending physician, I volunteered to take the fall for his medical malpractice case.
My license was revoked. I went from being a surgeon to being a housewife trapped in his family's home, wasting ten years of my life chained to a kitchen stove.
I thought my sacrifice would earn me his gratitude for the rest of our lives.
Turns out, he'd been sleeping with that doe-eyed little nurse, Lily, for God knows how long.
When years of exhaustion finally caught up with me and my heart gave out, I collapsed on the freezing basement floor.
My husband Ryan was upstairs, arms wrapped around Lily, sleeping in the master bedroom we'd bought with my dowry.
"That bitch is finally kicking the bucket. Once she croaks, this house is ours."

Seven years ago, I unexpectedly transmigrated into the treacherous world of the North American mafia.
 
The System told me that as long as I accumulated a 100% "Angst Index" in this world, I could escape and return to reality with substantial rewards.
 
But after crossing over, I became the most pampered princess of the entire Koschei family.
 
My mafia father would buy all the roses in Manhattan just because I said I liked them. My genius doctor brother once climbed a mountain in a blizzard just to find medicine for me. And my fiancé, the heir apparent to the empire, still carried a scar on his chest from a fatal bullet he took for me.
 
I lost myself in the tender illusion they had forged.
 
Just when I had decided to give up everything and stay in this world forever, I overheard my father talking to my brother in his study:
 
"The brake lines are cut. Tomorrow, as soon as the crash happens, take advantage of the chaos in the ambulance to remove Elara's corneas. Do the transplant for Seraphina immediately."
 
Seraphina was the true blood daughter they had just brought back a month ago.
 
My fiancé, Silas, merely added, "Leave Elara alive, at least. She's called you 'Father' for so many years, after all."
 
Standing outside the door, my blood ran cold like ice.
 
So the next day, I gave them exactly what they wanted.
 
Amidst the deafening crash of the collision, feeling the agonizing pain of my legs being crushed, I watched my brother sprinting toward me, carrying an organ transplant cooler.
 
A long-absent electronic voice echoed in my ears:
 
[Congratulations to the Host. The Angst Index has reached 100%. You may return to the real world upon physical death.]
 
As blood completely swallowed my vision, a trace of twisted relief welled up in my heart.

Sophia died betrayed—by a lover and a best friend. But death wasn't the end. She woke up in the body of Diana Spencer, a woman with her own tragic past and a cruel husband.

With a new chance at life, Sophia is no longer the woman to be taken down easily. Armed with Diana's memories and a burning desire for revenge, she's ready to reclaim what's hers and make her enemies pay. Vengeance never looked so sweet.

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

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

Ariella is caged in a city beneath the world, prisoner to a demon lord, surrounded by enemies who want her dead and is always dragged back anytime she tried to run. She hates him, and the only person she trusted is the one who handed her to him without a word.

The Demon lord has kept his heart in a grave for two hundred years. He does not explain, does not soften. And when Ariella spits her hatred at him, he takes it without flinching. But he doesn't let her go. He can't. Something pulls between them every time she's near, fire light up in his skin, the unbearable knowledge that he is not ready to lose her.

Queen Lavinia has been patient for centuries. She has loved him across lifetimes. And this girl with no title and knowledge, has done what Lavinia never could. But she does not lose. She has killed for far less than this.

The demon caged Ariella, and the harder she fights to escape him, the deeper she sinks into the one thing she can't afford to feel.

And she's starting to hate herself more for not hating him enough.

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

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

Seven years ago, I staged an affair to set him free, letting him believe I'd betrayed him for money. Now he's back—a celebrated music director, weeks away from his engagement—and I'm just the cleaning woman kneeling at his feet.
"You know this cleaning woman?" someone whispered.
"Seven years, and look how far you've fallen," he said, his voice cold as ice.
I kept my head down, tugging my sleeve over the needle marks the chemo had left behind.
He still thinks I cheated for the money.
He has no idea what it actually cost me to give him this life.

Kidnapped as a child, I was raised in the countryside. When I returned to my bankrupt biological family, everyone mocked me as a hillbilly. Even the fake heiress abandoned the family to marry into wealth.
But no one knew that I am actually the mysterious boss of the Dark Division!
I am a legendary doctor who can bring the dead back to life, a world-famous artist, and a top-tier fighter. I cured my paralyzed brother, saved my mother, and ruthlessly slapped my enemies in the face.
When the all-powerful CEO, Si Shenxing, cornered me against the wall, he smirked devilishly, 'You cured my father. Now, take responsibility for me.'
I sneered, 'Get in line.'

"Jessica, you can't escape.

There's nowhere in the world that I can't find you. No matter where you run, I will find you."

But what he never expected was that he had used all of his power and connections to search for her, but there was no record of Jessica at any airport, high-speed railway station, bus station, or even hotel.

Was it true what she said, that she evaporated from this world like a human being, and really went to a place where he could never find her again?

Elena Walsh turns out to be the real heiress of one of the wealthiest families in Mayfield.
When she was born, she got mixed up with the wrong family and was switched at birth. But after 18 years later, the families involved discovered this mix up. This made her fake family mistreat her while she was staying with them.
After her real family found her, she was sent packing immediately. They ridiculed her, thinking her real family was poor and they made fun of her.
But turns out her real family is one of the wealthiest families in Mayfield and her former family doesn't even come close to their league.
After reuniting with her family, her real parents pleaded with her to let them keep the fake heiress, Kiera, as part of the family.
But it seems fake heiress isn't pleased with the fact that the real heiress is back and can't help but scheme against Elena while maintaining the innocent and meek façade.
Unfortunately for her, Elena wasn't about to be bullied either and she would stop at nothing to expose her schemes while snatching everything that rightfully belongs to her.

They wanted a real daughter, so they traded me for her.
On the engagement day, my fiancé slipped a ring on her finger. My parents handed me a train ticket to oblivion.
They celebrated their victory while I disappeared.
What they didn't realize was that letting me go was the worst mistake of their lives.
I am the surgical prodigy saving lives that science deems hopeless. I am the muse of the art world. I am the true heir to a dynasty they couldn't even dream of.
Now, I am back.
Not as the girl they abandoned, but as the storm they prayed would never come.
My ex-fiancé kneels in regret. My fake sister chokes on her jealousy. And the CEO who once looked through me? He is now crawling, desperate to taste the success he once threw away.
The joke isn't on me.
It's on them.

In the mist-choked Appalachian valley of Red Hollow, Wren Calloway lives a quiet life tending bees alongside her enigmatic father—until their hives fall suddenly, unnaturally silent. When her father vanishes without a trace, he leaves behind a hidden journal that reveals a devastating truth: their family is part of an ancient lineage bound to contain the Reeping, a supernatural force born from the mountain’s accumulated grief.

As the Reeping begins to stir, Wren learns it is not a creature to be fought, but a wound in the world—one that feeds on sorrow and threatens to consume everything if left unchecked. Following her father’s final clues, Wren and her closest friend Caleb descend into the abandoned Blackwood Colliery, where reality fractures and the mountain itself begins to speak.

Inside the Heart of the Mountain, Wren discovers the truth of the Guardians: they do not destroy the Reeping—they become vessels for it, absorbing its grief to preserve the balance between the living world and the ancient power beneath it. Faced with the weight of her inheritance, Wren must choose between a life of her own… or a sacrifice that will bind her to the mountain forever.

As Wren merges with the Reeping, she transforms its hunger into something new—reshaping it from a force of destruction into one of protection. Red Hollow begins to heal, its long-held darkness lifting at last.

But peace comes at a cost.

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.

Arawn swooped in, pressing their lips together. The odd jolt from before returned as he kissed her deeply, holding her to him. He pulled back slowly and began to lift into the air out of her grip, “I will return to see you soon, Sirona.”-----------------------------------
Waking up on the other side of a deadly river, Sirona found herself stepping into a magic world. At first, a mystical mage named Druid saved her and took her on a bewildering journey. And then, she met an unearthly attractive man named Arawn who turned out to be the deity of this land. Little did she know, these two men would become the most important figures in her life, and together they would bring out the invincible divine spirit rooted deep inside her…

As the only mute player in this horror game, I thought I was screwed.

Turns out the boss knows sign language.

Thank God! Perfect!

Then he gets everything completely wrong.

I sign "help me," he reads it as "you're hot."

I sign "danger," he thinks I'm saying "I like you."

I sign "get lost," and he goes, "You want me to come closer? Okay."

The worst part? I curse him out in sign language, calling him a psycho pervert.

He just smiles and says, "Baby, you're so good at flirting. I can't even bring myself to kill you now."

Me: ...

My teammate whispers to me, "Please stop signing. Every time you do, he stares at you even more like a psycho."

“Are you making an offer?”
“Careful, Charmeze, you are playing with a fire that will burn you to ashes. ”
She had been one of the best waitresses who had served them during the Thursday meetings. He is a Mafia boss and a vampire.
He had liked having her in his lap. She felt soft and round in all the right places. He had liked it too much, which had become clear, as Millard had called her over to him. Vidar’s instinct had been to object, to keep her in his lap.
He took a deep breath and took another hit of her scent. He would ascribe his behavior during the night to the long time he had been without a woman, or a man, for that. Maybe his body was telling him it was time to indulge in some depraved behavior. But not with the waitress. All his instincts told him that would end up being a bad idea.


Working at 'The Red Lady' was the salvation Charlie needed. The money was good and she liked her boss. The only thing she stayed away from was the Thursday club. The mysterious group of hot men that came every Thursday to play cards in the back room. That was until the day she didn't have a choice. The moment she laid eyes on Vidar and his hypnotic ice-blue eyes, she found him irresistible. It didn't help that he was everywhere, offering her things she wanted, and things she didn't think she wanted but needed.
Vidar knew he was gone the moment he saw Charlie. Every last instinct he had told him to make her his. But there were rules and the others were watching him.

After being sold into slavery by her own mother, Umara is taken to the capital of the Kurani Empire where she will be rescued by whom she believes to be a prince.

The long journey and the hardships make him lose consciousness and when he wakes up he finds nothing more and nothing less... than in the Emperor's harem!

Trying to stand by her beliefs, she will be involved in a series of dangerous events, as she accidentally discovers that someone is trying to poison the emperor and his wives.
She earns the enmity of Lady Cassandra, the Emperor's first wife, who will try by all means to get rid of her.

“I’ve lived with that guilt every single day.”

Lila swallowed hard. Her world felt disoriented with memories of her sister, the lingering grief, the recent attacks all blended into a suffocating haze.

Beckett continued, quieter now. “I am twenty-six years old. Young and naive as a professor. And this campus...” He gave a hollow laugh. “It’s full of people who would love to get rid of me. Students who resent strict grading. Colleagues who think I got my position too early. Some who believe I’m arrogant. Some who simply don’t like me.”

His eyes sharpened, steady but tired. “So yes. Anyone could be the killer. And anyone could be trying to frame me. Or frame Damian. Or frame anyone close to this case.”

Lila’s heartbeat grew loud in her ears.

Her mind raced.

Damian said Beckett wasn’t the killer. Mara said Beckett was suspicious.
Mercer said Beckett was dangerous.

At Halden University, the murders follow a deadly rhythm, one red-haired girl every month, each found with a single rose placed in her hand, each killing more vicious than the last.

Lila Rowan arrives a year after her sister’s death, determined to uncover what the police can’t: the identity of the Rose Killer. But the deeper she digs, the more her world begins to tilt. Her sister’s voice slips into her dreams, repeating a warning Lila can’t ignore:

He’s charming. He’s handsome. And he never lets go.

Now every man around her feels like a threat.
The professor whose gaze lingers a heartbeat too long.
The best friend who is trying to protect her.
The other male students who claim to know her sister.

The roses keep appearing.
The bodies keep escalating. And someone is watching Lila, waiting for their moment to strike.

Accidental Marriage with the Mafia Lord

"I wanted to discuss the arrangement between you and your brother." He told her letting his fingers graze the bare skin of her shoulder.

"Okay, so what's the deal then?" She asked giving him a confused look.

"Are you aware of the amount that he owes?" Josiah asked her.

"He said he took out around ten k. I've been able to get about a thousand a week back to the guy so there is only about four thousand left." She said with a shrug.

"Yes, but the thing is, since he was getting repaid regularly, the guy reupped his loan. Your brother borrowed another ten k two days ago. So now there is a total of 14k outstanding on the debt." Josiah said, watching her carefully for her reaction.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" She finally whirled to face him, her tone furious.

Josiah didn't respond, just watched the vision of her standing in front of him clad in nothing but an almost see through bra and thong with stockings and garter belt. She was standing before him with her hands on her hips, her breasts heaving from her agitated breaths. He quite forgot himself and just stared at her for a moment. She was a very beautiful woman, and he couldn't deny he liked seeing her angry. For a moment she just stared back at him, then seemed to remember herself and retreated across the room to try and compose herself. He let her have her space for the time being.

"So, what do you want from me? "

"Simple, you marry me, I forgive your brother's debts and keep him from doing anything else stupid like getting involved with anyone else," Josiah said.

When Victoria runs into her childhood friend and fellow fox shifter, Edmund, at a society event, she finds herself engaging in a scandalous wager over which of the two will secure an engagement first. Even with a suitable suitor calling on her, she can't help but be drawn back to her friend's side, and they soon find themselves in a compromising situation with only one way out of it. Can they resist the pull they have to one another? - The Fox and the Viscount is book one of the Shifter Season, a paranormal Regency romance series. It has a friends to lovers m/f romance and is Victoria and Edmund's complete story.

Ninety-nine lashes. That was the price of loving the Alpha’s son.

Bettoni Williams gave everything to Ardon. Her heart. Her trust. Her dignity. In return, he accused her of witchcraft, stripped her of her rank, and watched as she was whipped ninety-nine times in the public square.

Broken, disowned, and demoted to a Gamma, Bettoni swore she would never trust a royal again.
She planned to rot in the slums, to remain invisible and forgotten.

But fate, and a bored Alpha Commander, had other plans.

When the kingdom's most feared war hero, Commander Zachery, returns home, Alpha Jaceon fills the grand hall with silk-dressed noblewomen and forces him to choose a wife before the blood moon or lose everything he has. Annoyed, Zachery slips out the back. Bettoni, hiding from the feast in a dark alley, stumbles upon him in a moment that would make any sensible woman run. She doesn't run, but calls him a wild animal to his face, and this only makes him immediately obsessed with her.

He drags her into the feast by the wrist, declaring;

"You're going to be my Commandress tonight."

Now, Bettoni is trapped in a marriage with a brute who collects wives like trading cards. Zachery is uncouth, violent, and dangerously seductive. He treats the palace like a playground and his brother, the King, like a joke.

Bettoni intends to use this monster to climb back to the top and destroy the family that ruined her. But Zachery is not a ladder. He is a cliff. And he has no intention of letting his new sweetheart go.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. But the Commander likes his nights scorching hot.

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️ ⚠️ Content Warning (18+): This story contains 18+ content including explicit erotica, and mentions of sexual violence .

I was the Luna of the Luthor Pack, the fated mate of Alpha Vincent. I once crawled through a snowstorm, begging for his essence blood to save our dying daughter. His only answer? A boot to my hand and a sneer: "Dream on, you shameless whore."

He shackled me to a silver rack, forcing me to watch faked videos of my "infidelity." To him, I was a corrupt stray; to me, he was my life, my soul, and my tormentor. He finally spat, "Since you love being serviced by men, let my pack have their fill of you," and sold me at an underground auction.

That night, my world shattered. My daughter was tossed into a pit of mad wolves, and I was discarded like trash. But when I finally broke free, I didn't want his love—I wanted revenge. Yet, the moment I disappeared, the man who once stepped on my neck began to lose his mind, hunting the world to find me.

"Marcella, come back," he begged, eyes bloodshot with obsession.

I looked at him, my heart a hollow void. "Alpha, you're too late. I died the day you threw our daughter to the wolves."

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


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

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

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

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

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

My five-year-old son called another woman "Mommy," and that was the moment my world ended.

Betrayed by my Alpha husband Dominic and stripped of everything I had built, I stood on a cliff's edge and made my choice — until something massive caught me mid-fall.

My savior was Ryker Sterling: a billionaire Alpha with storm-gray eyes, a thin scar above his right brow, and words that hinted at an old connection I couldn't remember. He offered what Dominic never did — a chance to prove my worth at Sterling Financial.

But as I step into Ryker's world, dangerous secrets about my mother's imprisonment begin to surface. And Dominic, humiliated and obsessed, isn't finished with me yet.

Some debts run deeper than memory. Some wars are just beginning.

In my past life, I died on that operating table, watching my husband personally hand my kidney to another woman.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn—back at our engagement party.
He looked at me tenderly and said, "Marry me."
Without showing any emotion, I played the sex tape of him and my sister on the wedding screen.
I said, "I refuse."

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He died once. No one remembers.

Except Elena.

Years ago, a boy named Samuel drowned. The town mourned and moved on. But when he suddenly reappears—alive and unchanged—Elena is the only one who knows the truth: he shouldn’t be here.

Because she remembers his death. And she remembers the quiet, cold presence of someone else there that day. Someone who let it happen.

Now, time is breaking. Echoes of another life bleed into hers—a life where she is the one who died. And a desperate stranger from that other world is hunting her, not to harm her, but to save her from a fate that’s already written.

To survive, Elena must unravel the only question that matters: Who changed Samuel’s past? And why are they coming for her future?

Some stories begin when time forgets to end.

I had one plan for the summer after my college classes ended. I needed a job since I recently lost mine and my apartment. I can’t stay with my brother forever. I need my space back, and I am sure he needs his, too.

But all that is about to change when my brother’s best friend Paxton comes to stay for the summer, and my plans go out of the window.

To the rest of the world, Paxton is a millionaire rockstar who is a bad boy who screws around and is always getting himself into trouble he shouldn’t be. To me, he is the guy who was always around until he left and forgot about me. My first crush. My first love when I was a teenager, even though I knew he would never be mine. Back then, he was a good guy with a huge heart and someone who would do anything for anyone. He had become a shadow of himself.

What I didn’t expect was that one summer would change everything. I didn’t expect Paxton to see me in a different light. I tell myself I am over him and have been for a long time, but things change when we begin to spend more time together. I see the old him coming through, the real him, the one I fell in love with all those years, but none of it matters because nothing can ever happen, no matter how close we become. My brother would kill him. We would never work. I am just an ordinary nerdy girl who loves to lose herself in the world of fiction. And someone like me should never be with someone like Paxton. I would never fit into his new world. He would never be around in mine.

My husband, Julian, tells me he's flying to Italy for a month, business trip.
I check the calendar and freeze. His birthday falls right in the middle of that month. Alone, in a country where he knows no one outside of work.
I tell Margaux, my mother-in-law. She doesn't hesitate.
"Then we go," she says. "We surprise him."
My brother Dante is the only family I have left. For years I've told the Whitfields he just runs some business in Italy. They don't know the rest, and they never will if I can help it.
The second we land, I call him, give him the hotel name.
"Got it," he says, distracted. "I've got things to handle first. I'll come see you after."
Margaux and I check out the hotel restaurant before Julian even knows we've landed. Dinner, and a look at how the family's investment is running.
Food's good. Service is fine. Then the bill comes.
I glance down at the bill.
Dinner for two: 180,000.
Market-price seafood surcharge: 45,000.
Imported wine corking fee: 20,000.
Private dining ambiance fee: 60,000.
A dozen more line items after that, none of them making any sense.
Numbers that don't make sense. Charges I don't recognize. Margaux and I trade a look.
"Get us the manager," I say. "Now."
A woman walks over, chin already tilted up.
"I am the manager," she says. "If you can't pay, what's the point of complaining?"
I almost laugh. What kind of place is my own family running here?
"I'll take this up with the owner myself," I say.
She smiles, slow and pleased. "My husband happens to own this restaurant."
My stomach drops.
This restaurant belongs to the Whitfields. Belongs to Julian.
Since when did my husband become someone else's?

My five-year-old daughter is being bullied at school, and the one behind it is the son of someone who claims to be the Luna. That means one thing: my Alpha mate has cheated on me. I am the daughter of the wealthiest Alpha, and after my mate bonded with me, he inherited my father’s Alpha title. Little did I know, I had been hiding my true identity as an Omega for years, only to end up in this tragic situation. Now, I’ve decided to stand up for my daughter and take revenge on that scumbag! It’s time to show these wolves who the real Luna is!

My name is James Smith. After a plane crash, I ended up stranded on a deserted island with a group of beautiful women. I have to figure out how to survive in the wild while keeping my cool around these ladies, especially the flight attendant who keeps coming on to me. She seems willing to trade her body for my protection. Should I take her up on her offer?

The story of a Lycan and his Mate, and the devil who threatened to tear them apart. And the story of Three powerful vampire Kings and their fragile mate. Mysteries, the darkness of the past, and storms ahead, Can any of them make it to their final destination? Or they will get lost in the waves of time?

Two stories, six lives, one book, one desired ending and demons of the dark.

Read to find out their Journey.

Seventeen-year-old Wren Calloway has one rule: never fall for someone who smells like gasoline and danger. Then Rook Mercer parks his motorcycle outside her father's garage, and every rule she's ever made starts breaking one by one.

Rook isn't just a boy with a bike and a bad reputation. He's the reluctant heir to the Iron Saints — the most feared biker mafia in Harlow County — and he's been ordered to watch Wren's family without her knowing why. But watching turns into talking, talking turns into something neither of them can name, and the secrets Rook is keeping could destroy the only world Wren has left.

When Wren discovers that her father's garage sits on land the Iron Saints want at any cost, and that the boy she's falling for knew about it all along, she has to choose between the fury of betrayal and the terrifying possibility that Rook is the only person standing between her family and ruin.

Iron and Wildflowers is a story about loyalty, fire, and the kind of love that doesn't ask for permission.

I felt warm soft lips on my neck. My body felt like it was igniting.
“Your skin is so soft.” A voice said against my neck.

It was a familiar smooth voice that felt like it was filled with a richness. I felt a soft bite into my neck, and I moaned. Large hands slid down my sides. My knee went up and those large hands slid up my thighs, gently, caressing me.
The hands came up and moved between us to grab at my breasts.
The mouth that was occupying my neck moved down kissing my throat. My hands slid from his pale skin to his muscled back and wrapped into clean white hair.
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Grey Eyes, black wings, and white hair that reminded me of silver. That was my future. A mastermind behind a stone mask. Someone who had been my bully all throughout my childhood. He became my captor, my husband, my abuser, my protector, my comfort, my partner, and my lover.

War is horrible, there is no other universal truth that is truer. It turns its victims, and everyone is a victim in war, into monsters and the victors write history. History shows that the winners where courageous and the good guys. The truth is the people who write history, the winners, they’re sinister. You must be to win.

Mr. Ethan's business is bankrupt and in debt, so he turns to the powerful but ruthless Lucas for help. However, the price of preserving his livelihood is something Mr. Ethan could never have imagined: his daughter, Grace.

Grace Ethan is a hardworking and kind-hearted young woman who has tirelessly searched for work to help her father in need but has been rejected repeatedly. She is angry when she finds out that her father has promised her a job as Lucas' secretary and his wife. Torn between her loyalty to her father and her own life, Grace is thrown into a world of power, arrogance, and control embodied by the tyrannical Lucas.

When Grace reluctantly joins the Lucas Consulting Firm, her boss, Lucas, has high expectations of her and demands even higher terms. But as time passes and their lives intersect, Lucas' cold exterior crumbles to reveal a man wrestling with his demons. Despite the manipulation and hardships, Grace remains determined and unsure if she can accept her fate.

Will Grace find a way to get through this risky arrangement without losing herself? Or will Lucas' control and secret affection be enough to change both of their lives forever?

"You're late," he said, without turning.
Lydia smirked and let the door swing shut behind her with a solid thud. "By exactly two minutes. Hardly a capital offense."
"Two minutes," he repeated. "Do you even know what I could do to you in that time?" He finally turned to face her and the moment his eyes landed on her, they changed. The look he gave her made her legs unsteady.
Her breath caught in her throat. "Enlighten me."
He stopped just inches away. Close enough she could smell him. He didn't touch her but somehow she could already feel his hands and mouth like they were everywhere.
"I could have you up against this wall," he said slowly, eyes fixed on hers. "Your dress on the floor. My hand on your throat. And your mouth too busy moaning my name."
Lydia squeezed her thighs together, her breathing catching. She was already warm all over, the ache building fast. And like he could feel it, Ethan reached up, brushing one finger along the strap of her dress. She shivered.
The strap slid down her shoulder. Than the other. The dress slid down her body without resistance, looking at her feet. She didn't try to catch it. She just stood there, bare and breathing hard, her breast rising with each inhale.
Ethan's eyes moved over her slowly. "Easy," he said under his breath.
Lydia tilted her head and gave the faintest smile. "I'm good at following instructions." She tugged lightly at the hem of his shirt. "Can't say the same for you."


What if your nightmares were memories of past lives?
Every night, Ethan Laurent dreams of the same girl dying in his arms. Every night, he fails to save her. And every morning, he wakes up with the taste of her blood on his lips and a name he can't remember.
As the powerful heir to one of the strongest werewolf bloodlines, Ethan has everything - looks, status, and a reputation that makes every girl at LuxeMount Academy want him. But he's hiding something dark behind that perfect face.
Then Lydia Bailey shows up, and suddenly his carefully controlled world starts cracking. There's just one tiny problem: every time they get close, history tries to repeat itself. And this time? They're running out of chances to get it right.
Can they break the cycle before it destroys them both? Or were they doomed from the start?

Five years after her first love vanished without a word, a quiet aspiring designer discovers he's a knight in a secret war, and that she holds the key to a power that could either destroy the world or save it—a power that comes from the darkness within herself.