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I loved Callum Crane for five years. He said I didn't fit. Then he proposed — to my sister.
The same night, his brother called me with the most insane idea I've ever heard: marry him instead. Same day. Same venue. Right across the hall from my ex and my sister's ceremony.
I said yes. Not because I loved Emrys Crane. Because I'd rather set the whole thing on fire than sit in a pew and watch.
Here's the thing about revenge marriages, though. They're supposed to be fake.
Nobody told Emrys.
The man had a wrench set in his truck that only fit my grandmother's machine — bought years before I ever spoke to him. He'd been sneaking looks through my workshop window so often the stone wore down. He fixed my motorcycle three times and never mentioned it. He remembered that I stared at a piece of almond brittle for ten seconds once, and bought it for me weeks later.
Seven years. He'd been in love with me for seven years. Said nothing. Did everything.
And Callum? The man who told me I didn't fit?
He showed up at my orchard with an apology and a folder full of evidence against my sister, begging for a second chance.
I looked him in the eye and said: "Too late. Wrong harvest."
He tried five more times. It only got worse for him.

On our wedding day, Declan sent me out to Long Island. We'd been together seven years.

He said he'd left his grandmother's lucky cufflinks at the family house.

But when my car died in the storm, I opened my bridesmaid's Instagram live.

Declan was sliding my custom diamond ring onto Phoebe's finger—my adopted sister, the one with the bad heart.

My own parents were crying in the front row. My bridesmaids were cheering.

They'd turned my wedding into a dying wish ceremony for Phoebe.

Hours later, alone in the ER, I called forty-seven times.

No one picked up.

Not until after I lost the baby and disappeared from Manhattan.

That's when Declan finally came apart.

The military called me a legend. My wife called me a loser.

To honor a top-secret federal NDA, I buried my past and became a warehouse janitor at my wife's security firm.

I built her a multi-billion-dollar business empire from scratch, asking for nothing in return but the medical bills for my dying daughter.

Yet, just to marry another man, she stole my life's work as her own.

She went so far as to freeze my daughter’s healthcare account, throwing my dying little girl out into the freezing rain to force me out with nothing.

They thought they had stepped me into the dirt.

They have no idea that my NDA expires tonight.

I signed the divorce papers, walked out of the hospital with my girl in my arms, and dialed back into a locked military channel to issue one quiet command:

[SYSTEM RECOVERY: MASTER AUTHORIZATION REVOKED.]

Touch my daughter? Steal my work?

The reckoning has begun, and not a single one of you will survive the fallout.

Two years ago, my best friend Maddie knelt in front of me, crying as she borrowed $50,000.
The very next day, she vanished off the face of the earth. No explanation, no apology, not even a single text message.
I was left carrying her toxic debt. I lost my fiancé, and I lost my ability to trust anyone.
Until one late night, a call came in from an unknown number originating in an abandoned mining district in West Virginia.
On the other end of the line, Maddie said she was getting married. She had the money ready—every last cent.
The wedding venue was a ruined church deep in the mountains, abandoned for a decade. The time: Friday, midnight.

"...I gave your wedding dress to Elise." Julian said.
"What...Did you say?" I asked, just to be sure I didn't hear wrong.
"Elise," he said again, "I gave her the dress."
"And why would you even do that?" I snapped in anger.
"We've been talking, okay?" He rubbed his temples, trying to explain "She told me she wants her last wish to be getting married before she passes to me. So...I thought this, as the right thing to do."
The words exploded out of me like a volcano.
"How could you do something like this without asking me first? That's my dress, Julian! For our wedding, that's in two days!"


For many years I gave up my dreams and my youth to bring Julian back from the edge of death. We were legally bound in a secret ceremony, waiting for the day he could finally stand beside me at the altar.
But on the day of our wedding, the dress I made for myself was on my stepsister, and the man I called my husband was leading her to the priest.
With nothing left but a broken heart, I made a deal with the one man Julian feared, Sebastian Hale.
He is cold, dangerous, and the most powerful billionaire in the city. He offers me protection, wealth, and revenge, but in his world nothing is free.

This was the thirteenth time I'd tried to earn their love—and my last.
For months, I'd worked myself to exhaustion, five months pregnant, hand-sewing thousands of pearls onto what I'd hoped would become the dress of my dreams.
But moments before the ceremony, my fiancé and his family burst into the bridal suite and tore it off me. They gave it to her—the girl they'd raised, the one they'd always loved more.
They stole my wedding. They stole my groom. And when I collapsed, bleeding, they made sure the ambulance took her instead—all because she'd fainted from the drama.
Watching those sirens fade, I finally understood: I was never the daughter they wanted to save.

That wedding in Rome was the last time I ever saw him as his “stepsister.”
I was the Roxie family’s only daughter. After my father remarried, my mother and I moved into the Corleone estate, and from that day on, Elias became my stepbrother—also the one obsession I should never have touched.
Out in public, he was always calm and controlled. At home, though, one line from him “Don’t call me brother” made my heart race.
Until the day he held Sophia’s hand in front of a priest and announced he was going to marry her.
I was outside the venue, bending down to pick up empty bottles because I needed dialysis money. He crushed them under his shoe in front of everyone, humiliated me, and forced me to trade my dignity for cash, like he was nailing the word “step-siblings” onto a pillar of shame.
He hated me. He said I’d “gotten back at him” in the filthiest way. I just smiled and never explained.
Because he would never know the truth: back then, the reason I shoved him away with everything I had was only because I wanted him to live a little cleaner.
That night, he locked me in a pitch-dark storage room. Outside the door was wedding music. Inside was my blood and the suffocating despair.
When he finally opened the door… I was already dead.

Married to the head of the Valenti family for five years. Kidnapped on our anniversary. Pregnant a month later.
Five paternity tests said the baby wasn't his. My husband got a vasectomy and swore he'd raise the child as his own.
I believed him.
Then came the therapy. The drugs. Nightmares where I was pinned down by multiple men, so real I could feel their hands hours after waking. I scrubbed my skin raw. Tried to end it six times.
He saved me every time. Held my hand. Told me no one would ever hurt me again.
Until the night I heard him laughing about it in his study.
The kidnapping was staged. The nightmares were chemicals. The DNA reports were forged. All of it — designed by my own husband to protect another woman.
Now I have a recording, a divorce agreement, and a very small box of ashes.
He's marrying her next week. I'll make sure he gets my wedding gift on time.

My wife was forced to don a wedding dress to marry my sworn enemy, while my three-year-old daughter was locked in an iron cage suspended above the raging sea.

And I, the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Blackwater Fleet, was forced to wear a dog collar, kneeling on broken glass and licking up red wine like a crippled stray dog.
All because embedded in their necks were biological bombs, the detonator held in the hands of my enemy.

The elites of the entire island ruthlessly mocked my cowardice, trampling me underfoot in ultimate humiliation.

That was until the climax of the maritime wedding, when my enemy smugly pressed the detonator, only for the collars to flash a safe green light—the full-frequency signal decryption was complete.
Amidst the dead silence of the crowd, I snapped the forged steel chains binding me and slowly stood tall.

The next second, ten nuclear-powered submarines violently breached the ocean surface, and tens of thousands of heavily armored death squads descended from the sky.

Looking at my enemy, now terrified to the point of incontinence and shattering his own knees to frantically kowtow and beg for mercy, I picked up that very dog chain and slipped it around his neck.

Reborn for revenge, I’m bound to the Alpha who let me die—and caught in a deadly game with the brother who wants to claim me.


Mallory was born with nothing.
No wolf. No rank. No future. In a cruel wolf pack, she is nothing more than the Luna’s maid—an abused omega, used, beaten, and hated for simply existing.

Then, on the night meant to destroy her, fate changes everything.
She awakens her wolf… and discovers that Alpha Zain, the most powerful man in the pack, is her fated mate.

But fate is cruel.

Zain chooses his pack over her. The Luna marks her for death. And after one forbidden night leaves Mallory pregnant, she is hunted down and left to die with her unborn child.

Death should have been the end.
Instead, it sends her back.

Reborn with every memory of betrayal burned into her soul, Mallory refuses to be weak again. This time, she will survive. She will expose the Luna’s lies. And she will make them all pay.

But revenge turns dangerous when Zain keeps pulling her close… and his brother steps out of the shadows, determined to claim her for himself.

Because Mallory is no longer just a broken omega.
She may be the wolf their world has been waiting for.

Ideal for fans of dark werewolf romance, alpha and omega tension, rebirth revenge, and dangerous love triangles.

It all happened in a little town named the moonlit pack lyra the strongest werewolf was defeated in a battle by a rival pack which resulted in her loss of memories.

The moonlit pack was invaded and every of her pack members were killed leaving her with nothing.

This resulted in her death, a prophecy must be fulfilled and her mission must be accomplished.

She is revived by an ancient mantle which led to her reincarnation but at this moment she discovers something different: she is still a wolf with weakened powers.

This made her upset as she tried hunting on her past to see if she could recover her powers and to seek revenge for those enemies who killed her in the past.

Along the way she met a notorious hybrid named Kyle who helped her in her discovery but her hidden potential lay in the hands of an ally who once destroyed her.

What will happen if she later discovers the one she trusts is the one that hurts?.

In my previous life, I was murdered by my cheating boyfriend and my scheming stepsister working together.
What I never saw coming was that Louis—the man I’d spent years hating—would give his life to save mine.
Now reborn on the very day I crashed our engagement party, I wrapped my arms around him without a second thought.
“I’m not leaving you this time. I’m going to marry you.”
He stared at me, utterly stunned...

When I opened my eyes once more and beheld the familiar glint of scheming in my sister's gaze, I knew—she had also been reborn.

In my past life, she shattered the souls of my child and me with a forbidden moonlight ritual, driven solely by envy of my perfect partner and healthy heir. In my dying moments, I saw no remorse in her eyes, only a twisted satisfaction.

In this life, she still seeks to seize everything from me—my fiancé, my child.

This time, I have chosen the one whom everyone scorns as the "exile."

They call him a monster, curse him, and claim that any woman who unites with him will bear only deformed beasts.

What they fail to comprehend is that as I lay on the brink of death, it was he whose golden eyes reflected the anguish of despair. What they know even less is the secret I harbor—one that even I scarcely believe.

My dear sister, do you desire the perfect heir? Do you yearn for supreme power?

Come, then.

Let us see how long your hypocritical facade can endure when the blood moon rises again, and all discover the true "monster."

"I look better in the wedding dress. Your ugly fiancée can't compare to me, right?" "Of course, you do. You look way better."
Standing right outside the bridal fitting room, I watched my fiancé, Alexander Blackwell, hold his mistress in his arms.
The very wedding dress the woman wore was the custom-made designer gown meant for my own wedding next month.
For seven long years, I gave up my youth and poured everything into Alexander, turning him from a nobody into a tech billionaire.
He always thought I was just a helpless orphan who had nowhere else to go, blindly confident that I would never dare to leave him.
He had no idea that I was actually one of the heirs to the top-tier Sterling family in London.
When he finally realized what he had lost and desperately tried to beg for my return, I didn't look back.
Because I ran into Theodore Morrow—the city's most powerful, ruthless billionaire CEO, and the childhood fiancé whose heart I had broken when I called off our engagement years ago.

She begged her mother for $50,000 to save her daughter's life.
Her mother had it—but chose to spend $300,000 on her younger sister's wedding instead.
That was the day Evelyn walked out. No more pleading. No more coming back.
Her husband sold his father's last heirloom. Their neighbors emptied their wallets. They saved her daughter and left for a new life.
A year later, her mother's money was gone. The fraud was exposed. The mansion was seized. The calls started coming—calls begging for help, for money, for forgiveness.
Evelyn listened, then hung up.
She is not going back. Not for guilt, not for blood. The family that let her daughter die does not get to ask her for anything.

Halfway through my wedding, just as I was about to vow eternal love to my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Derick, the doors swung open, and his beta—Rebecca Guzman—strode in.
Pregnant.
The hall fell silent, the weight of her presence pressing down on everyone.
Derick, my fated mate—the boy I had cherished since we were kids—barely reacted. Instead, he stepped toward her, steadying her with a tenderness that should have been reserved for me. It was as if she were the one in the white dress, as if this were her moment.
Then, without the slightest hint of remorse, he declared, “I know I can’t formally marry Beta Rebecca, but I promised her a wedding. Our pup deserves a whole family.”
His next words were like ice in my veins. “From this day forward, she will also be my Luna. You must treat the pup in her belly as if it were your own.”
A shiver ran through me, sharp and unforgiving.

My name is Arthur, Atlantic City’s number one pauper and absolute peerless coward.
On the outside, I roar with sheer arrogance: "The debt collector has returned from Hell!"
On the inside, I’m sobbing hysterically: "Mommy, save me! I really don‘t want to act tough!"
My name is Arthur, a complete coward whose hands shake even when trying to kill a chicken.
That was, until I was bound to a completely unhinged [Absolute Bully System].
[Ding! Novice Bully Quest: Crash the Mafia banquet and splash red wine on the face of the corporate heiress!]
[Ding! Advanced Quest: Steal the Underground Godfather's wife!]
[Ding! Ultimate Quest: Walk right up to the Underground Godfather and slap him mercilessly across the face!]
"Screw you! I don't even have the guts to kill a chicken, and you want me to beat up the Emperor of the Underworld? No way! I'd rather starve to death than dig my own grave!"
[Ding! Host's refusal detected. Punishment impending: Serial sphincter rupture resulting in explosive public diarrhea, accompanied by penile retraction into the abdomen, and the reverse fracturing of all 206 bones. It will take seven days and seven nights for you to finally die! Countdown: 3 seconds.]
"... System Daddy, I was wrong."
To avoid dying of explosive diarrhea, I had no choice but to let the System control my body, kick the doors open, heft a Gatling gun, and laugh maniacally: "So you're supposed to be the Underground Emperor?!"
But deep down in my heart, I was wailing uncontrollably: "Mommy, save me! I really don't want to act tough anymore!"

He buried her once, but the blood King resurrected the woman he could never forget.

When Lyra Kael rises from death—half-wolf, half-vampire—she burns for revenge against her best friend who drowned her and the Alpha who betrayed her.

Ryder Kael was her cheating husband, her lover, and now her obsession. The Ironfang MC had been Lyra’s home until her best friend drowned her on the night her husband left her for another wolf.

Now back as a hybrid, every glance drags her back to the night he betrayed her, every touch awakens the beast she swore to bury. Torn between vengeance and desire, Lyra hunts him down for her new master, the Blood King, in exchange for her freedom. But has her desire truly died? And will Ryker let go of her once again?

Evelyn thought she had found love—until she walked in on her husband and best friend on her wedding anniversary. Used for her rare bloodline and cast off a cliff, she died betrayed. But fate had other plans. Waking up the day before her wedding, Evelyn gets a second chance.

This time, she won’t be a pawn.

To escape a cursed Alpha, she strikes a deal with another—Sebastian Wolfe. Powerful, enigmatic, and cursed himself, Sebastian offers her freedom through marriage. But secrets run deep, and as enemies gather, a forbidden bond begins to bloom.

Can Evelyn change her destiny—or will love become her curse once again?

"You signed the contract, Bianca."
Damien’s voice was dark, and laced with cruel possession as he towered over her.
"That means when I say strip, you strip. When I say crawl, you get on your knees. And when I say beg… well, show me how desperate you can be."
Bianca clenched her fists, trembling and, swallowing her pride.
This was the price she had to pay for revenge.
She lifted her chin and exhaled. "Yes, sir."

“I promise to cherish you always, Sophia. You are the love of my life, and I will let nothing come between us.”

But those promises were nothing but hollow words, as Sophia later discovered. Betrayal pierced her heart like a dagger when she unearthed the truth of Daniel’s infidelity. Their once happy marriage crumbled under the weight of his deceit.

“I trusted you, Daniel,” Sophia whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling with pain and anger, “How could you do this to me? To us?”

But Daniel’s betrayal didn’t end with Sophia’s death. In a fit of rage and desperation to silence her, he had taken her life, leaving her family shattered in the wake of his actions.

A decade of marriage! Sophia thought she had married the perfect man. Little did she
know, this man, her fiance would drive her to her death!
How is the next?

After dying betrayed and forgotten, Kael awakens in another world as a goblin, the weakest creature alive. Hunted by humans and despised by monsters, survival should have been impossible.

But after awakening the mysterious Evolution Tyrant System, Kael gains the power to evolve endlessly through battle and bloodshed. As he rises from prey to king, he begins building a monster kingdom powerful enough to challenge humanity itself… even if it costs him the last pieces of his humanity.

On my deathbed, I found out my husband and my sister had been poisoning me, so that they could live happily ever after together.

I refused to let that happen, so I married my loyal guard to strip my husband of the Alpha throne.

Three years later, the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance and I made a vow in blood:

Take Lucian’s Alpha title.
Expose Nora.
Marry Julian and watch my ex-husband suffer.

Simple plan.
Until Lucian starts protecting me from shadows.
Until he refuses every other woman.
Until I start asking the one questions I never dared to before:

Why isn’t he touching anyone else?
Why does the Alpha who hated me flinch when I say my guard’s name?
Why does he look at me like I’m the one who betrayed him?
What if the man I died hating… was never the one who killed me?

I was born a princess of the Dragon Realm, destined for greatness.
In my past life, I married an amethyst dragon, Damien. Our union should have produced heirs worthy of legend. Instead, I bore him a Wingless One, the ultimate shame.
He didn't hesitate. One swing of his blade, and our child's cries were silenced forever. Then he dragged me, still bleeding from childbirth, to the Dragon's Maw. Threw me into the molten lava, my screams echoing as the flames consumed my flesh.
Meanwhile, my half-sister Isadora, a mere Bronze Dragon, married another Bronze, equally unremarkable. Yet somehow, she gave birth to an Amethyst Dragon.
She became our new Dragon Queen. I became carrion.
But death wasn't my end.
I opened my eyes on the day of the Choosing Ceremony. Damien stood before me. Then, with cold calculation in his eyes, he turned away. He chose Isadora.
He remembers too.
A smile curved my lips. Let him play his game. Because I know the truth now, a truth that will shatter everything.
How could a dragon who needs dark magic to maintain his wing color possibly father a dragon of true noble bloodline?

Eight years ago, I was forced to marry Sicily's most dangerous man.

Louis De Santis, heir to the Santis crime family, decided he wanted me. Right in front of me, he brutally tortured and killed my fiancé Alessandro, then dumped the body in the ocean for the sharks. He used Alessandro's blood to write threats on the wall to my parents—I had no choice but to walk into that fortress he called home.

Louis was obsessed with me to the point of madness. He took bullets for me during family wars, got down on his knees and begged the family elders when they questioned his choice. Under that twisted kind of love, I gradually fell for him and gave him a son—Marco.

For five years, I thought I'd found happiness.

Until year eight, when the Corleone family sent their "peace offering"—Angelina Corleone. This innocent-looking woman effortlessly stole Louis's heart. He had the nerve to announce: "You two are going to get along."

I couldn't stand the betrayal, so I secretly reached out to other families to try getting rid of Angelina.

I got caught.

In his rage, Louis strung up 5-year-old Marco above the blast furnace at the steel mill.

"NO! Please! He's just a child!" I rushed toward Louis frantically, but his men held me back.

Molten steel roared inside the furnace at 2912°F. Scorching heat blasted upward as little Marco dangled just ten feet above the flames.

My heart nearly stopped.

"Mommy! Help me! It's so hot! So hot!" Marco screamed in terror.

"Put him down! Please!" I fell to my knees, begging desperately, "Kill me! Kill me instead! Don't hurt Marco!"

"Nod and let her stay, and I'll let him down." Louis coldly began counting down: "TEN!"

I watched Marco's little body writhing in agony from the heat.

"NINE!"

Sweat and tears blurred my vision.

"EIGHT!"

"I agree! I AGREE!" I broke down screaming, "She can stay! Please let Marco down!"

Louis smiled with satisfaction and stopped counting, about to signal his men.

Then—

"SNAP!"

The rope suddenly broke!

"NOOO—!"

Time seemed to freeze. I watched helplessly as Marco's tiny body plummeted.

"THUD!"

He fell into the furnace.

In an instant, he was gone.

I completely shattered, blood spurting from my mouth as I collapsed.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd gone back to the day Louis first brought Angelina home.

This time, I'm going to make him pay!

The werewolf world has one brutal rule: whoever can first produce a powerful Alpha heir gets to claim the throne and become the new Alpha King.

My sister Bella and I are daughters of the Red Moon Pack Alpha, born with the rare ability to bear Alpha-level offspring. This made countless Packs fight tooth and nail to claim us.

In my past life, I was fooled by Rex's handsome appearance—the Steel Fang heir. I married him and successfully bore him an Alpha bloodline pup, helping him ascend to the throne.

But fate played a deadly joke on me. Bella, consumed by jealousy after her own marriage failed, pushed me off a cliff during my postpartum weakness and took everything that was mine.

Now I've opened my eyes again, back at the mate selection ceremony. What shocked me was that Bella had also been reborn, and she'd already seduced Rex before I could.

But that's fine. My naive sister has no idea what kind of devil she's chosen.

"You took my wedding dress for my stepsister?"
My voice was ice as I stared at the man I had loved for six years—the man I had saved with my own blood, drop by drop, through years of his illness.
Atlas Brooks couldn't meet my eyes.
"She's dying, Mandy. Susie's last wish is to marry me."
Six years of devotion. Endless blood donations. And this is what I get in return?
The man I saved wants to trade me for the sister who destroyed my family.
Let him. I'm done fighting for someone who never fought for me.
But when I tried to walk away, Atlas caught my wrist.
"After she's gone," he whispered, "we can still be together. Just... let her have this."
The dress. The wedding. The man. Let her have everything.
I'm not waiting around as anyone's second choice. Not anymore.
I'm ready to say goodbye to everything.
I thought I was leaving love behind forever.
I didn't know that at my stolen wedding, I was about to find it.

She wasn’t his weakness. She was his ruin, and he would bring the world to its knees before he let her go.


Kisarel thought she had it all figured out, until the night she caught her fiancé in bed with her cousin.
The same cousin who was engaged to her boss, the ruthless and untouchable billionaire, Mr. Oceans Stark.
Heartbroken, humiliated, and trapped on a business trip with the man her cousin was set to marry, Kisarel did the unthinkable – she begged her boss to make her forget her boyfriend's betrayal.
Oceans swore he didn’t touch his employees.
He swore his heart only belonged to a certain strange woman he'd been looking for, who saved his life so many years ago.
But the moment Kisarel kissed him, every resolution he made shattered.
And after their one sinful night together, Mr. Stark couldn't let Kisarel go. He began to do everything within his power to get her even more entangled in his web of obsession.
There were a thousand reasons she should have stayed away from him. She ignored every single one.
He knew every part of her belonged to someone else. But every part of him didn’t care.
What neither of them knows is that Kisarel was the woman he’s been searching for all along.
Now, Oceans is set to call off his wedding with Kisarel's cousin, and he expects Kisarel to also call off her wedding with her cheating fiancé.
Kisarel is now tangled in an obsession so hot that it might consume her whole. And Oceans is ready to drown his entire empire just to keep the woman he truly loves.

"Help! Somebody help me! Julian is trying to kill my baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs, bursting into my gender reveal party.

Just minutes ago, Julian was my perfect, doting husband. Then he opens my unborn baby's genetic screening report. The unadulterated ferocity and revulsion simmering in his eyes makes my entire body shake. He grips my arm, demanding I terminate the pregnancy.

I already died once because of that piece of paper. In my past life, they dragged me to a freezing lab, pumped me full of drugs, and murdered my child before locking me in an asylum.

This time, I hide behind the guests. But my parents storm in. After seeing the report, instead of saving me, Dad kicks me squarely in the stomach.

"You shameless little whore," he spits.

They are about to drag me out the back door when two police officers step through the glass doors. The cop hands me the confiscated report.

I look down at the printed words... and finally understand.

After being bled dry by her own family, Isabella died in bitter resentment at her own homecoming banquet, only to miraculously return to four years earlier! This time, she cast aside her humility, tore off her people-pleasing mask, and ruthlessly crushed everyone who had ever wronged her.

Facing her once-cold family, she reclaimed everything that rightfully belonged to her with fierce defiance, exposing the fake adopted daughter and making her hypocritical brothers regret their actions forever. However, while she focused on her path of revenge, the all-powerful William kept intruding into her world, declaring his claim over her with a domineering yet tender approach.

Why was he so obsessed with her? What unknown secrets lay hidden behind the bone-deep sorrow in his eyes?

*When will you leave him?! - A

The contact name was saved with just the letter A. Nothing else.

She had answered with just one word.

Soon.

She had replied with.

And the person had sent another text.

*You know what will happen if you don't - A

*I know. - Valentina

The conversation was a week ago. And there had been contact since then. She wondered if the person that was being talked about was Remy. Could it be him?

Who else would it be?

She was once Goldie Everly Parson. On her 23rd birthday, Goldie went out with a group of her friends for her birthday party. On their way back, they are involved in a car accident.

Goldie is rushed to the hospital, but is pronounced dead. In the morgue, her body is placed next to a strange nameless Jane Doe woman. Few minutes later, Goldie comes back to life, but not as Goldie Parson, but as the mysterious werewolf Valentina Combe.

Remington Albrecht, alpha to the Pack that had a cruel history with Lunas, did not expect to ever find or even have a mate. When he finally meets Valentina Combe, he marries her right away. But the mysterious Valentina is hiding a dangerous past.

When Remington finds Valentina again, after she was pronounced dead and came back to life, he doesn't know that the woman he called his mate was no longer Valentina, but Goldie Parson, in the body of Valentina. True love blossoms between the two of them but Valentina's past threatens to destroy them.

Will their love survive?

“You’ll regret underestimating me, Marcus”

Sophia’s life was torn apart by lies and betrayal but when she meets her true mate, Ethan, a powerful Alpha with unwavering devotion, everything changes. Together, they explore a bond that burns hotter than any enemy’s rage, balancing passion, power, and trust.

But with threats lurking in every corner, can their love survive or will the past pull them apart before it even begins?

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.

Before I died, I married mob boss Dante in my sister's place.

Five years of marriage, and I was nothing but her replacement. He hated me for stealing her spot. My parents were ashamed I couldn't make him love me. Everyone just waited for her to come back.

Christmas Eve—fire tore through the mountain estate. Dante's first move? Sprint straight to my sister, fresh off the plane. My parents escaped right behind him. Nobody remembered the pregnant wife locked in the dressing room. Smoke and flames took me and my baby while they held each other outside, celebrating they'd made it out alive.

I opened my eyes on the day they cornered me with divorce papers.

My parents threw the documents at me. My sister stood there smirking, ready to slide into my place. This time? I didn't cry. Didn't beg. I picked up the pen and signed.

They wanted me gone? Done.

The day I won the competition, my sister's heart "failed," and she could never stand again.

From that moment, she claimed all the favoritism.

Looking at my wall of honors, she sat in her wheelchair, heartbroken: "Chloe is so amazing, unlike me—just a burden who could die any moment."

My brother's heart ached for her. He grabbed a baseball bat and smashed all my trophies to pieces, defending her honor.

When I was selected as dance troupe captain, tears streamed down her face: "If I hadn't gotten sick, could I have shined on the Lincoln Center stage too?"

My parents turned to scold me for showing off, drugging me before the audition and ruining my chances.

Later, she had a breakdown and went live on Instagram, swallowing pills while sobbing that she didn't deserve love.

My childhood sweetheart, my fiancé, rushed to her side immediately. He dropped to one knee and slipped my diamond engagement ring onto her finger.

Later, I was killed by an armed robber. As I lay dying, I made one last desperate call for help.

He hung up impatiently:

"Mia needs me to hold her hand during her IV treatment. Stop being so fucking unreasonable!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my sister's heart "failed."

In my last life, my boyfriend's childhood best friend handed out jars of homemade sunscreen on the boat ride to the island. I'm a marine bio major — one sniff and I knew the mix had something in it that could drive the island's feral hogs into a frenzy. I told everyone to throw them out.
They did. But Brynn didn't look at the group. She looked at me. Eyes red, jaw tight. "You just can't stand seeing people appreciate anything I do, can you?" She turned and ran into the woods alone.
We searched for her all night in a storm. By morning we found her body at the bottom of the cliffs.
A week later, at her memorial bonfire on the beach, every person who'd gotten hurt during the search turned on me. My boyfriend ripped off his bandage and showed his stitches. "If you hadn't humiliated Brynn in front of everyone, she'd still be alive."
Someone said I should burn for what I did to her.
Then hands on my back. The fire. I burned alive on the sand while seventeen people watched.
I opened my eyes. Salt air. Engine noise. I was back on the boat — the morning of the trip.

My fiancé and I held twenty-one weddings. I put on my wedding dress twenty-one times, only to crawl out of pools of blood each time.

Car accidents. Shootings. Explosions. Fires.

Everyone said I was cursed, that I was bad luck for my husband.

I was the only fool who believed they were accidents.

Until the twenty-second time.

That day, covered in blood, I escaped from an ambush back to headquarters and heard him say coldly over the walkie-talkie, "She won't die. Save Valerie first."

It turned out all the accidents were personally arranged by him.

He didn't love me—he just owed my parents a debt he could never repay.

So he staged disaster after disaster to get out of marrying me.

At the twenty-second wedding, I didn't wait for him to cancel.

This time, I was the one who called it off.

“Alda, are you okay?” He asked, looking at me worriedly. I looked him straight in the eyes before my glance fell to his lips, and then a smile crept into my face. I started running my hands on his chest as I traced his abs with my hands. He looked at me in confusion, but I didn't give him the chance to ask any questions before I sealed our lips together.

I sucked his upper lips as I took his hands and wrapped them around my waist as I circled mine around his neck. I pushed away and stared at him before whispering “Kiss me” to him.

"Alda.” He said my name as he groaned, then he kissed me, not gently but with hunger. He sucked my lips as he gave them a bite. I kissed him back as our tongues chased after each other.

I felt every part of my body burning with pressure. When we pulled away from each other, we were both struggling to breathe. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, sucking and nibbling on my skin. He kissed his way down to my shoulder as he slid my sleeveless night gown off my body as it fell to my feet, leaving me in my pants.

He stared at me with hunger and desire, just like I felt for him. I tiptoed, pressing a kiss on his cheeks, jaw, and neck. He groaned like he was looking for self-control. I felt his hand wrap around my waist, hugging me tightly. Being skin-to-skin with him was driving me crazy.

“Alda, if you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop." He said it in a hoarse voice when I kept nibbling and pressing kisses on his neck. I guided his hands to my breasts.

“Don't stop,” I wishpered to him before sealing our lips together.


Have you ever been betrayed by the people you trusted the most in the world? Well, that happened to me. I was a young, naive girl whose kindness was used against her.

Even as I stood on top of the cliff I was pushed over—the cliff that ended my life—I couldn't feel anything. When I finally started having a little sense of feeling in my heart, I just couldn't quite define it. I felt anger consume my mind and senses as everything that happened to me flashed before my eyes.

"Just wait, Seth, I am going to show you what it feels like to feel hell on earth. I will drag you into the same hell you left me in.

I work for the government. My job was simple on paper: steal a key-chip from the man behind an organ-trafficking network.

The problem was access. He never moved without bodyguards, and any new face got screened out fast. The only opening was his son’s wedding—the one day he’d show up in public.

But I couldn’t hide what I am. Professional habits give you away. So I did the only thing that would make me invisible: I put myself under deep hypnosis, locked every memory, forged a new identity, and spent six months inside the estate as a disposable security guard.

For half a year, I hauled crates, swallowed insults, and scrubbed floors on my knees. Everyone thought I was easy to break.

On the wedding day, the groom came looking for trouble. He slapped me, forced me down, and my nose bled all over my uniform. I could barely breathe.

Then the wedding march started.

That was my trigger. The moment the music hit, everything came back—my name, my mission, and what I came to take.

They thought I was a dog they could kick. Nobody knew that the bloodied guard on the grass had just remembered everything.

Next, the wedding became my field.

When the apocalypse broke out, I risked my life to save the woman I loved, and spent three years wandering around just to help her find her white moonlight.
Just when I thought she was finally moved, she stabbed me to death on our wedding night!
Reborn back to the first day of the apocalypse, I coldly watched her kneel down and beg for mercy.
You want me to be your lapdog? Dream on!
In this life, I will make her taste the bitterness of despair, and make her kneel down and beg for my forgiveness!
Forget about white moonlight and true love, they all have to kneel down before me!

Ethan and I grew up together. We were supposed to exchange rings at the altar, make our vows. But on our wedding day, he left me standing there to go save his so-called suicidal ex. Almost killed my parents from the shame.

Four years later, I'm back in Portland with my husband. The city isn't that big, and of course fate decides to throw him in my path again.

He has the nerve to ask me to be his mistress.

I hold up my left hand, the ring catching the light. "Are you blind?"

The day I received my medical report and found out I was pregnant, my husband—Alpha Godfrey Hansen—held a small wedding ceremony in the hospital garden with his first love and former mate, Gillian Boyd.
He explained, “Her final wish in this life was to be my bride.”
But what about me?
What was I to him? A replacement?
It finally hit me—ten years of unwavering devotion and sacrifice meant nothing compared to a single tear shed by his first love.

Before the wedding, my fiancé, Alpha Kendrick, stood in front of me. Hesitation flickered in his eyes, but so did hope.
“Can you give me a month?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.
A month. Time to see if he could patch things up with Elena Manwaring—his ex-girlfriend. His fated mate.
“If it works out,” he continued, the words deliberate, like he was convincing himself as much as me, “then it’s the Moon Goddess’s blessing. But if it doesn’t… I’ll come back. I’ll marry you. And I’ll leave her behind—forever.”
He meant it. He truly believed this was the honorable thing to do.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry. Instead, I let a small, knowing smile tug at my lips.
“Go ahead,” I said, my voice calm and steady. “Give it a try. Life’s too short for regrets, right?”
Relief broke over his face like a wave, as though I’d just untangled him from a chain he hadn’t known how to break. That night, he drove off, lighter than I’d seen him in months.
Meanwhile, I packed my bags in silence.

Five years ago, my world shattered in a single night.

On my wedding anniversary, I discovered my husband, Rowan Whittaker, in the arms of his ambitious subordinate—Serena, who was carrying his child. Within hours, my family's tech empire collapsed under Rowan's betrayal, and my father was left comatose after a ruthless corporate coup. Broken, pregnant, and hunted by secrets, I fled overseas, seeking refuge from the unseen enemies who destroyed my world.

Now I'm back in Los Angeles—not as the naive heiress everyone remembers, but as H.S., a quantum chip expert known for playing hard and winning harder. I'm not alone; my twin children, sharp and cunning, are my greatest allies.

I know exactly what I need to do: uncover the truth behind my father's fall, reclaim my family's legacy, and make Rowan pay for every lie and betrayal. But in the world of high-stakes tech, revenge is never simple. As old flames reignite and new enemies surface, I discover that even the perfect plan for vengeance comes with complications I never expected...

I sacrificed my soul for him, and he carved my heart out with a smile.

I stood on the platform, waiting for Michael to claim me as his Luna. I had drained my magic, my life force, just to make him Alpha. But instead of a crown, he gave me a blade between the ribs. "You were useful," he whispered, watching the light fade from my eyes, "but you were never going to be enough." My coven burned. My family screamed. And I died in the dirt, betrayed by the only man I ever loved.

But death was not the end.

I woke up in a body that wasn't mine. Weak. Fragile. Sold like cattle to the Crimson Fang Kingdom—a place where witches like me are burned alive. My new purpose? To be a surrogate breeder for the Cursed King, Alaric. They say he is a monster, a beast possessed by an ancient demon that tears women apart.

I should be terrified. I should run. But when the Lycan King looked at me with those burning golden eyes, the demon inside him didn't attack. It whispered.

It knows what I am. And it’s hungry.

I ended everything in an explosion on a remote Pacific island.
Then I woke up.
Sixteen years old. Overweight. Face covered in acne. Curled up in a freezing sports equipment room.
In three seconds, inside this body that had been despised for sixteen years, I figured it out.
I had been reborn in someone else’s body.
The original owner was an easy target. Her stepmother slowly poisoned her and ruined her health. Her younger sister betrayed and framed her. Classmates locked her in the dark and drenched her with cold water. Even the teachers stepped on her.
Unfortunately for them, the one living in this body now is the former leader of an assassin organization.
A woman who crawled back from hell.
I first settled last night’s score for the girl. Then I purged the toxins from her skin, scored full marks in physics, summoned a top lawyer to rush over and defend me to the second, and had the mayor personally show up to back me.
In this life, everyone who owes me will repay it, one debt at a time.

I died the night before my wedding, betrayed by the man I loved and the friend I trusted more than anyone. I thought death would be the end.
Instead, I woke up in another woman’s body. The same queen that ordered my death. And the mother of two pups who now look at me like I am their whole world.

But the cruelest twist is Alpha King Lucien Silver. The man who once loved the girl I used to be… and now stands beside me as my husband without knowing who I am. And with every passing day, I feel myself falling for him all over again.
But this second life is not a gift. Every time I fail, time drags me back to the beginning. I remember every betrayal, every death. And with each rebirth, my soul cracks a little more.

This is my last chance to change fate. If I die again, I will disappear forever.

She was Claire Summer, fearsome and ruthless, the organization's deadliest sword.

Whether dead or alive, the mere mention of her name sent chills down one's spine.

Until she was framed by someone she trusted, labeled a traitor, and ultimately executed by electric chair.

In this life, she awakens to find herself in the body of Ariana Stevens, an ordinary girl who has suffered bullying, looking exactly like her except for a strange, centipede-like scar on her face.

Claire Summer begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that destroyed her world.

However, she encounters Jasper Hart, the cold and mysterious heir of the Hart family. His gaze makes her uneasy and blush.

Yet, when the call of revenge sounds, she must make a choice.

He captured her wrists, holding them still with one hand as his body pressed closer, close enough for her to feel exactly how excited he was to see her.

She smirked.

Damian’s voice dropped, deepening at the edges. ‘‘Do you feel that?’’ he breathed into her ear,cupping her hands around his rising rod. ‘You have no idea what you are asking for, Serena.’”
She pulled her hands from his grasp and slowly sank to her knees, her fingers brushing against his belt buckle, stroking it. Serena looked back up at him, batting her lashes, “I know exactly what I’m asking for.”
The challenge in her voice was unmistakable.
Damian’s breath caught when her mouth wrapped around him. His head tipped back, a low groan escaping his lips as his hand instinctively found her hair.

Serena always believed love was enough, until the night it killed her. Her perfect world shatters in a single moment. What began as a proposal filled with promises ends in blood and a fall that should have taken her life. But fate isn’t finished with her just yet.
When Serena opens her eyes, she’s back in a world she once knew. Only this time, every memory of her betrayal burns fresh in her mind. Gone is the trusting girl who loved easily. In her place stands a woman who has learned that power is the only true protection.
And this time she’s not fighting for love, she’s fighting for the power to rewrite her own story.

On Christmas night, my own family stabbed me to death out in the snow. My beloved younger sister wore a grin as she said, "You’ll get to reunite with your dead husband soon enough."