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Sophia and I fought over who would wear that emerald ring to change our fate.
In my first life, I claimed the emerald ring, thinking I would become a billionaire heiress.
That was until late at night, when I accidentally opened that underground iron door and he strangled me to death with a piano wire: "Your pathetic wailing isn't her at all."
Given a second chance, I backed away and let Sophia take it.
A few days later, she died in the ice cellar with her tongue severed. Right before she died, she let out a blood-curdling whimper: "A true devil is hiding behind that door!"
Waking up for the third time, we trembled in sheer terror as the ring was offered to us once again.
Just who exactly is the daughter he is looking for?

I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.

Two weeks before my due date, my husband Ethan is racing out the door into a stormy night.

All because his childhood friend Scarlett's apartment lost power, and she says her claustrophobia is kicking in.

I'm clutching my belly, telling him my water broke, begging him to look at the blood on the floor.

"You pulling this again? Last week wasn't enough? Scarlett's actually in danger."

He shakes off my hand. The door slams shut.

I'm standing in a pool of blood, watching his taillights disappear into the rain.

My baby won't have a father anymore.

My younger sister, Freya, was preparing for her advanced training in New York the following week, so she dragged me to the dance studio to help her correct her movements. I put on my dance shoes as usual and stood in the center of the floor, ready to demonstrate a turn.

The moment my foot slipped, I didn't even have time to react.

My body hit the ground hard, and the sharp pain from the back of my head nearly made me lose consciousness. I lay on the cold floor, my throat tight, unable to even cry out for help.

When Mother rushed in, she didn't spare me a glance.

She immediately helped Freya up and took her to the hospital. I missed the critical window for treatment and died on the way to the hospital.

The agony of dragonfire tearing through my flesh still seared my memory.
But I had been reborn.
I touched my reflection. No scorch marks. No melted skin. My eighteen-year-old face stared back.
The door burst open. Zephyra swept in, her dragonfire pendant gleaming.
"Megan, don't be nervous." Her voice dripped honey-sweet. "Even if you can't sense dragonfire, the Dragon God won't judge you harshly."
My father's legitimate daughter. Pure dragonblood. The family's pride.
And me? The bastard. A half-blood who couldn't even conjure a spark.
"The prophecy bond isn't set in stone." Her hand landed on my shoulder, grip too tight. "If Lord Roran feels overwhelming, bond with a lower-tier knight. I'll support whatever you choose."
Support me? The word tasted like ash.
Roran was the empire's youngest Dragon Knight Commander. In my past life, I'd believed her lies and married him.
I thought it was salvation. Instead, I became his shield while he slept with Zephyra.
At Zephyra's ascension ceremony, when a wyvern lunged for her, he shoved me into the beast's path.
The wyvern's claws tore into my abdomen. My unborn child died inside me.
Then came the dragonfire.
Roran unleashed it to save Zephyra. The flames swallowed everything: the beast, me, and the dragon egg I'd carried for months.
Through the agony, I watched him scoop Zephyra up. "Save Zephyra! The child—"
My child was already ash. He mourned hers.
"If I hadn't been pregnant, Megan wouldn't be so jealous..." Zephyra whispered.
"If there's a next life, I'll make this right." Roran's hollow guilt.
Next life?
Your dragonfire burned my child alive. You let me bleed out. And now you want redemption?
Not a chance.

The system told me to do good deeds during the apocalypse.
It also said I should redeem the world with love.
I’ve always been quick to take advice. So I raised my blade and struck down every scum of humanity one by one.
The system went berserk, letting out a shrill roar inside my head:
"Ahhh Host! Why are you killing people?! This is wicked! You’ll get your points deducted!"
I flicked the blood off my blade and looked around at the beheaded zombies littering the ground.
There was also the man I’d run through the throat—he’d just pushed a living person out to be eaten by zombies.
My fingertips brushed the word carved into the hilt: Love.
"What’s the problem?" I asked.
"I’m using my love to send them to where they deserve to go. Physical deliverance is also an act of kindness."

While I was being kidnapped, tortured, and murdered in the horse stable of our own family farm, my all-powerful chaebol fiancée was helping my green tea younger brother try on wedding attire.
Before dying, with my broken, blood-stained finger, I dialed the last desperate call for help.
On the other end of the phone, her tone was filled with scorn and impatience: "Vincent, can't you even tolerate a little grievance from your younger brother? Let's just cancel the engagement, and I'll replace you with him as the groom."
Later, I truly died.
My soul drifted in mid-air, watching coldly as the whole family thought I was faking death to make a scene. My older sister even kicked over my disfigured body on the haystack in disgust: "Get up right now, stop pretending to be pitiful here!"
Until the flashlight's beam completely illuminated my ghastly, rigid face, and the shattered phone screen, still stuck on the moment she hung up, clutched tightly in my dead hand...
That forever aloof, arrogant female CEO finally went weak in the knees, kneeling in the foul-smelling, blood-soaked filth, and utterly lost her mind.

I'm a folklorist. Folk traditions are my field.
At first, I thought it was just an ordinary rhyme, a scrap of oral history set to a tune.
"A rag doll in the mire, swinging high up to the sky..."
We all thought it was just a prank.
Until the first person drowned in the bog. Then the second fell from a tower crane. Then the third somehow drowned in a bathtub.
I stared at the black symbol surfacing on the back of my hand.
And then I saw the dean—the one who was supposed to be dead—standing outside my dorm window in a long black dress, smiling at me with impossible tenderness...

She looked up at him, saw the smile on his face, and her heart skipped. Again. She felt a tightness in her chest that traveled to her stomach and pooled there. His lips- she wanted to kiss him. Badly.

Was it appropriate?

“I want to kiss you. Is that okay?” Michal took her thoughts.

“Yes, please.”

He placed his hand under her chin and drew her close, his face hovering inches over hers.
“I wanted to kiss you yesterday when you hugged me. I wanted to kiss you when you showed off that dress at the store when you teased me and tried to get me all bothered. I wanted to kiss the smirk off your mouth and make you moan my name instead.

Heck, I wanted to kiss you when you told me about your little friend. Show you just how much pleasure I can give you. More than he can.”


Being over eighteen means you are free to do almost anything. For Katya, the daughter of Michal- a Russian millionaire, the reality is far from it.
Katya is a nineteen-year-old college student who lives with her dad and governess. Her father, overprotective and stubborn has certain rules. She is not allowed to visit other places apart from school, she must not leave the mansion grounds alone and she must never set foot in Russia. After a school event goes wrong, an unspoken rule is added. She is not to speak a word about her mother.
One month before her twentieth birthday, she decides to follow her father on one of his frequent trips to Russia. However, her plan is foiled and instead of getting a pre-birthday wish granted, she gets a bodyguard instead. A poker-faced, non-bulging, decidedly intrusive man who is determined to take his job seriously.

Michal detests his job, especially because it involves taking care of somebody who should be able to take care of herself. He is eager to get the job done and return. Although he knows that he cannot leave until he finds a way to make her come with him- as unpleasant as the task was. He stages a fake kidnap and waits for his plan to fall into motion. It does, and he finds out that his job is going to be easier than expected. In a moment of weakness, after he "rescues" her, he finds out that she desires to visit Russia.

What happens when Katya finds herself trapped in a place she thought was going to be the beginning of her freedom? What happens when Michal realizes that he cannot be the ruthless son his father wants him to be without risking his heart?

Warning: This is a reverse harem series and contains explicit scenes throughout (including M/M).

Six years ago, I gave everything to the boy who set my world on fire… my heart, my body, my trust. The next day, he vanished without a word.

Life hasn’t been kind since. I buried my parents the same week I brought my newborn son home. At eighteen, I became both a mother and a guardian to my teenage sister, barely surviving the weight of it all. When I finally believed I’d found safety in marriage, I discovered my husband was living a double life.

Now my son, Jaxon, is angry and acting out. I know we can’t keep pretending everything is fine. We need a fresh start.

I never expected that fresh start to lead me to a sleepy mountain town hiding a deadly secret… or back to him.

Because this town borders a hidden pack of wolf shifters, and one of their alphas is the boy who disappeared six years ago.

The same boy who never knew he left me with more than a broken heart.

He left me with his son.

One mate bond. Two broken wolves. And a kingdom that wants them both dead.

Adalyn Caddel has spent her life avoiding dominance, danger, and the monster inside her. Her wolf is quiet—too quiet. But when a brutal encounter draws the attention of Kaiden Lucius Caine, the third prince of Galas, the bond snaps into place—and so does everything she’s tried to bury.

Because Kai is her fated mate. And he’s a prince sworn to never claim one.

Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. Kai is a man with walls built so high, not even his wolf can reach him. But Adalyn tempts the animal inside, pulling claws, baring teeth, and demanding to be devoured.

The kingdom is on the brink of war. The palace is a nest of vipers. And every inch Kai gets closer to her pushes him one breath closer to losing control.

Their bond is forbidden.
Their chemistry? Unstoppable.
And if Kai gives in to his wolf… he won’t stop until she’s on her knees, marked and claimed.

Perfect for readers who like feral mates, dominant alphas barely holding it together, and heroines who fight like hell—then make you beg for mercy.

EXCERPT:
Adalyn’s wolf smirked, tightening her thighs around Kai’s waist like a dare.
He didn’t flinch. Just leaned in, voice brushing her ear.
“We can play this little game for as long as you want…”
He pressed harder on her throat, the pressure gentle but commanding.
“…but you’re not gonna win.”

Her breath hitched. Her wolf stilled.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now go to sleep. You’ll get what you want…”
“…just not yet.”

Selina’s marriage has been a prison of neglect. Two years of cold touches, empty nights, and a husband who refuses to notice her desires have left her aching for more than affection… aching for pleasure.
When temptation comes in the form of the household gardener, Selina can no longer resist. What begins as a stolen moment of lust quickly spirals into a dangerous, forbidden game. But the real shock comes when her husband’s son walks in, and Selina finds herself pulled into a world of dark desire, secret pleasures, and a passion she never knew existed.
Now, caught between two men who crave her as much as she craves them, Selina must navigate lust, secrecy, and betrayal—all while keeping their forbidden games hidden from the world.
In a house where every glance, every touch, and every whisper threatens to expose them, Selina will discover just how intoxicating—and dangerous—desire can be.

"On the table!" he ordered, leaving me fear-stricken as I scurried and positioned myself the way he had instructed earlier.
Who was I to disobey the most callous Alpha King?
"You are mine now, doll." he bellowed calmly, yet dangerously, emphasizing on every word.
His voice sounded like the voices of many mighty men...authoritative, mysterious, deafening..like a thunder ready to strike.
My eyes travelled up to the Moon that hung up in the sky, communicating to it as if telling it to send me a saviour.
"There is no one coming to save you, Aurora. You are now my property. Your body, soul and spirit belongs to me. I am your master and your King. The sooner you accept your fate, the better.”


Aurora was supposed to be the Alpha's beloved daughter, but fate played a trick on her, making her serve as the pack's slave instead. Someone stole her life. Years went by, the truth got exposed, but when she was about to live her best life and assume her role in the pack, trouble rears its ugly head. Her pack was under attack.
Faced with two difficult choices, she would either offer herself as a peace offering to the most cruel Alpha King in exchange for protection for her loved ones, or watch everything she holds dear crumble before her eyes.
Desperate to save her loved ones, she offered herself to the king without thinking of the consequences. But the castle of the Alpha King is filled with shocking secrets.
What if plans change and she finds not one, not two, but three Alpha Kings ready to claim her? Would she agree to become their breeder? How long would she be able to resist their charms?

"Your kind belongs to a cell, shackled against a wall with no freedom!" he yelled at me before ordering his guards to shut me up in the darkest part of the cell, hijacking the little freedom and illumination I had.


How overjoyed I was when I thought I had found my mate, the one gifted to me by the moon goddess, the one to end my pain and suffering, the Blood Alpha, Alpha Kade. But I had no clue that he had other plans for me, to use me! to break me! to make me bend to his will!
Why would he want me as his Luna? An insignificant clumsy omega?
He was...The Big Bad Alpha.