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On her wedding anniversary, Amira plans on getting her husband, Alpha Augustine, some news about her pregnancy. But she was left shattered when she found Augustine proposing to his first love, Constance, a supermodel and daughter of Alpha Alex from Jordan's pack.
Augustine rejects Amir for his first love. They blamed her for being wolfless and a huge burden to the family.
When she planned to hide the news of the pregnancy, a curious Constance fished out the report and shocked Augustine with the news.

Amira thought the Moon Goddess would mend her broken relationship, but the whole world came crumbling down when Augustine and Constance pushed her down the stairs, resulting in miscarriage.
Broken, she receives a divorce letter from Augustine, giving her twenty-four hours to sign and leave.

In her pain, something awoke in Amira. Something rare and deadly.

What will be the outcome of this awakening?

Everyone said I killed my mother.

So Dad and Carter hated me from the start. They only had love for Vivian.

On my eighteenth birthday, Vivian drugged me and I was nearly raped. That's when Nolan Blake showed up—business tycoon, my savior. He claimed me as his in front of everyone and warned anyone who dared mess with me would pay the price.

After that, Vivian bullied me? He made her apologize. Dad humiliated me? He made him shut up. Carter mocked me? He destroyed all of Carter's business deals.

No one had ever protected me like that. I fell HARD.

Three months later, I walked down the aisle in white.

Nolan spoiled me rotten. I became the woman the whole world envied.

Until the day I was five months pregnant.

At a family party, the balcony railing gave way. I was falling, screaming—then Nolan caught me. His arm broke. I only had minor injuries.

Everyone said how LUCKY I was—a husband willing to break every bone for me.

Until I stood in the hospital corridor and overheard that conversation—

"Aurora is the only match for Vivian," Charles's voice came from the hospital room. "Vivian's kidney failure is getting worse. We can't wait anymore!"

"You think I don't KNOW that?" Nolan lowered his voice. "But she's already pregnant! Pregnant women can't donate organs!"

"That's why we staged the fall," Carter said coldly. "It was supposed to make her miscarry—"

"ENOUGH!" Nolan's roar cut him off. "I want to save Vivian MORE than ANY of you! She's the one I love. But you can't hurt Aurora like this. I have my own plan—after she gives birth, I'll make her donate 'willingly.'"

After hearing those words, I collapsed trembling in the hallway.

So that was why he married me. Not because he loved me, but to save Vivian. Everything he did for me—his tenderness, his protection—it was all for HER.

Just like Dad and Carter, he loved Vivian.

Not me.

I touched my slightly rounded belly as silent tears streamed down my face.

If no one wanted us, then we'd disappear.

I was dying in an emergency room when my husband chose his ex-girlfriend over me.

"Stop being dramatic, Olivia," Matthew said over the sound of champagne and laughter. "Rebecca's gallery opening is tonight."

Dramatic? I was hemorrhaging from a miscarriage, signing my own surgical consent because my husband of seven years couldn't be bothered to save my life.

While I flatlined twice on the operating table, Instagram showed him tenderly wrapping his coat around Rebecca under fireworks.

Seven years of marriage. Seven years of being his backup plan while she remained his priority.

I survived that night, but something inside me died forever.

I signed the divorce papers with the same pen I'd used for my surgical consent—alone.

She was eight months pregnant when he stripped her in a bar full of strangers.

Her baby came early that night. Silent. Still.
He crushed it under his heel and called it garbage.

Then he took her eyes. No anesthesia. Just a scalpel and the other woman's name on his lips.

For three years, he used her broken body — to punish, to breed, to satisfy cravings no one else could touch. She stopped counting the times she bled on his sheets.

But he never asked if the video was real.

It wasn't.
The woman he worships murdered his mother and framed the girl he just destroyed.
And the child he crushed? Every matching chromosome was his.

The truth is coming for him.
He will beg. He will crawl. He will kiss the feet of the woman whose eyes he carved out.

The only question: will she still be alive to watch him fall?

A madman attacked the concert hall. I threw myself over my son, taking every blow meant for him. My spine shattered in three places.

My husband Arthur subdued the attacker and rushed us to the hospital—the picture of a devoted, loving spouse.

It was only after hearing his conversation with the doctor that I finally saw his true colors.

My crippling injury was merely collateral damage. My son Ethan? Nothing but a living cornea donor for Mia—the cherished daughter he had with his first love.

He treated my child like spare parts, never knowing Mia isn't even his blood.

I’m a dedicated surgeon who once gave up everything for love. I married my childhood sweetheart, only to discover he’d been cheating on our anniversary with my stepsister. I was gaslighted, betrayed, and even hurt by him, while my family took his side and blamed me for everything. I’d had enough. I signed the divorce papers, applied for a three-year overseas program, and decided to walk away from this toxic life. Before I start over, I exposed their ugly truth at their engagement party — no more silence, no more pain. This is my journey of breaking free from a broken marriage, regaining my dignity, and rebuilding my life from zero.

Lacotl’s sinister game is in full swing. The White Warlock wants his Dragon Eye back. Both lead to the library where long-forgotten demons dwell... but no knowledge comes for free. Warlocks and their draconic bloodlines once controlled the sun and stars. Beneath the banner of the Dragon Goddess, they conquered Yumihari with the help of the Dragon Eyes. Dragon Eyes have been missing since the fall of the Warlock Empire. Until Hidekazu and Masanori found one in the hands of Lacotl, the dark sorcerer responsible for kidnapping noblewomen from Tsukiko and plunging Seiryuu into his dark game. Princess Aihi and the twins refuse to abide by his plots. But when Lacotl plays his hand and tragedy strikes the palace, the trio has no choice but to pursue the secrets of the Dragon Eye. In their quest to unlock the artifact’s power, the demons they face will test their friendship. Push their abilities to the limit. The White Warlock pursues them, hunting after his stolen Eye. They aren’t the thieves who took it. But they are the ones who will be punished. Jump into the world of Yumihari, a land filled with spirits, dragons, monsters, and stunning characters wielding elemental magic to save their homeland. If you love epic fight scenes, mystery and political intrigue, mythology, monsters, mayhem, and progression fantasy, you will love The Dragon’s Eye and the Yokai Calling series. Pick up your copy of the book and experience the first part of the adventure today!

“I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna.”

One single sentence.

One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life.

And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once.

As I’m still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come.

Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky.

My Mates.

But wait…

If I am mated to triplets, how come I’m about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men?

*** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***

Charlotte's promise to Melvin's father before he died was why she got married to Melvin but her love for him kept her in the loveless marriage, until his ex-girlfriend returned and she had to leave.
He had made it clear that they were going to divorce if his ex-girlfriend returned, but she did not think that it was going to be so soon, and in a manner she could never imagine.
To save herself from the embarrassment she felt, she left her hometown to find solace in a place where she did not know anyone.
Never did she think that she would be meeting him again, but this time as a business partner.

When Tiffanye Rebel and her mate Quinton McKnight rejected each other, Tiffanye left her pack, never to return.
Five years have passed, and Tiffanye had returned to the same place that brought her nothing but pain and misery. As time goes on, all the bad memories begin to surface. There are secrets to be revealed, Will Tiffanye ever get past all the lies and betrayal, or will these unfortunate events finally break her?

Claia, who was constantly bullied and insulted by those around her, made the decision to drink poison in her room and kill herself. However, just when she thought she was dead, she found himself in a group of unknown individuals.
Then, slowly, she started to remember someone. After verifying a few details, she concluded that she had morphed into a girl named Diora. Diora is a girl who lives a much better life than she does and is the complete opposite of her. A boyfriend who is well-liked, smart, and attractive, and friends who claim to love her. All of this upset Claia, so she decided to exact revenge.
Yet, it worked out that there was a memory that didn't show up in his mind. Diora, like her, once attempted suicide.
What has this girl really experienced? Then what about Diora herself? Did the girl also move into her body?

Iris Young never expected her wedding day to turn into a nightmare.
But when she walked in on her fiance cheating, her world shattered, and something inside her changed forever.

I clutched my pregnancy test results in my hand, standing outside the door of Ethan's office.

I wanted to surprise my husband with this news.

Instead, I overheard a conversation about how to "permanently remove" me from his and our daughter's lives.

“Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.”

I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.”

His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command.

“No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.”

I hated him.

I hated the way my pussy ached fro his touch.

Most of all, I hated my body for betraying me…for wanting him.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me…do you want my cock or my collar?”

I swallowed hard, “Both.”

Marco smiled…cruel, wicked, knowing. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!”

And I did.


Sold by her mother to a ruthless Italian mafia don, Cassandra’s new life is nothing like the peaceful future she dreamed of.



Forced into marriage with his cold son, Cassandra finds herself caught in a dangerous web of power, secrets, and forbidden desire.



But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.



Just when she thinks she’s learned to navigate the madness, Marco’s son…once distant and disgusted by her—starts falling in love with her too.



Now, torn between a dangerous Don and his possessive son, Cassandra must choose between love, and a twisted form of power she never imagined wielding.


Who will claim her heart—and who will destroy it?

Allen accidentally acquires a pair of extraordinary eyes—eyes that grant him the ability to see through objects, rewind time, and unleash mysterious powers. In an attempt to help a friend resolve a gang-related debt, Allen participates in a high-stakes gambling match, only to discover that the world is teeming with others like him—individuals possessing "superpowers." To control his newfound abilities and protect his family, Allen joins a unique agency. In mission after mission, he battles against various villainous forces: vampires, werewolves, genetic warriors, super-criminals, and spellcasters... As Allen dives deeper into these encounters, he unravels the secret behind his miraculous eyes—a secret that seems to be intricately tied to the "gods"…

“That’s a good girl.” He praises and I feel somewhat like a pet.
He didn’t want a wife; he wanted a pet.
Sick and twisted.
I just had to play along until I had a chance to get away from him, and I would get that chance, no matter how long it took.


Long ago when the world was new and all creatures were created, a great war broke out between the four most powerful factions, The Dragons, The Griffins, Vampires and The Pegasus tribe. Many died in those early years, though not a single soul can remember how it began, the hatred blossoming through generation after generation. The continent was in ruins, and many lived in fear of the next attack, on all sides. The Werewolves and humans fled, wanting no part in any of it, the same goes for The Witches. No one could see an end to the terror and devastation, not even those who ruled.
That was, until my great, great Grandfather decided that enough was enough, he wanted to end the war so that future generations could live in peace, therefore the firstborn treaty was created. The treaty dictated that the firstborn, be it a girl or boy, will go and live with one of the other factions, learning their ways and customs, becoming a part of their culture.
Like many before me, I ventured out into an unknown world...

Warning: Include BDSM content.

Her perfect life shattered on her wedding eve when she discovered her fiancé’s infidelity.
Disoriented and devastated, she fell into the arms of her fiancé’s cold, powerful elder brother.
Entangled in forbidden love and hidden betrayal, she breaks free from her broken past, fighting for redemption and a long-awaited true happiness.

My skirt was pushed up, and my inner thighs were rubbing against my stepfather’s jeans every time the plane shook.

“It’s okay, it’s just turbulence,” Raviel whispered, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I was sitting on his lap because the sudden shaking made it impossible to return to my seat. My butt landed right on his thigh, grinding against something hard. God, it felt beyond words. It felt so good, and dirty. I almost moaned in front of his face.

He was my mother’s husband. She was sitting just a few feet away, wearing headphones, completely oblivious that her daughter was practically dry-humping her husband. Raviel didn’t push me away. Instead, his palms moved up and down to caress my thighs. "You’re so tense, Claire," he murmured, his hot breath blowing in my ear.

That was just the beginning. In Hawaii, things got worse. Or better.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he commanded on the beach. He poured oil onto his palms, making them slippery and moist. As his hands touched my back, I shuddered. His thumbs massaged my buttocks, sliding dangerously close to my inner thighs. His fingertips occasionally rubbed my crotch, sending electric shocks through my body.

I knew it was wrong. I was a virgin, keeping myself for a future husband. But Raviel... he looked at me with a hunger that terrified and aroused me. "You have such soft skin," he said, his voice low and husky. I was soaking wet in my bikini bottom, fantasizing about my stepfather while my mother slept in the hotel room. I was a cursed stepdaughter, and I think he knew it.


Claire Osborn thought her life was finally stable when her mother married Raviel Marshal, a handsome, wealthy, and charming businessman. But beneath Raviel's perfect exterior lies a dark secret: he is a cold-blooded hitman. When a "vacation" to Hawaii turns into a tragedy and Claire's mother is murdered in a suspicious robbery, Claire is left alone with Raviel.

As they live together in his sprawling mansion, the lines between stepfather and stepdaughter begin to blur. Claire finds herself drawn to the dangerous man who protects her, unaware that he might be the one who pulled the trigger on her mother. Raviel, on the other hand, struggles to control his growing obsession with the innocent girl he swore to protect.

In a house full of secrets, surveillance cameras, and hidden weapons, a forbidden passion ignites. But as Claire gets closer to the truth about Raviel's identity and her mother's death, she must decide: is he her savior, or her worst nightmare?

Betrayal cuts very deep, but who says revenge can't be sweeter and satisfying?

Married to the one man who once claimed he loved her wholeheartedly, Claire is broken when she finds out about her dear husband’s endless escapades. To make matters worse, he had also been cheating on her with his secretary and had gotten her pregnant, yet he tortured her physically, mentally and emotionally and wasn't remorseful about it.

Determined to take revenge on him for the intentional pain he had caused her over the years, she set out to shatter his world completely. She does the unthinkable, and is about to turn the tables in the most shocking way.

She watched her boyfriend drop to one knee, not for her, but for another woman.
Humiliated. Betrayed. Disowned by her own mother. Krystalina is left with nothing, no dignity, no home, not even a single penny to her name.
Just when she thinks life cannot be cruel, London's richest and most ruthless lawyer offers her a lifeline.
A marriage contract. A surrogacy agreement.
Strict rules : No emotions. No s****l intimacy. No attachment with the baby.
But rules are meant to be broken.The moment passion blurs the lines, secrets begin to unravel and the truth behind his cold proposal threatens to destroy them both.
Can a relationship born out of betrayal survive their love?


"You've been a very bad girl, Mrs Ashton. Always disobeying me." His thumb brushed over my lower lip, possessive, stealing my breath. "I don't want my baby to be ill-mannered, like you," he said calmly.
Tears welled in my eyes at his audacity. "Then you should terminate the contract."

Cael Morrow has one rule: never look too long at anyone. Because when he does, he sees the date they'll die. He's kept that secret buried since he watched the numbers above his family's heads count down to zero. Now he's seventeen, living under the roof of his mother's new husband, and trying to survive a school where his new stepbrother, Rowe Daltry, runs everything.
Rowe is cold, controlled, and the most feared boy at Harken Prep. He doesn't do feelings. He doesn't do questions. And he definitely doesn't do the quiet, damaged boy; his father just moved into the room down the hall.
But when Cael accidentally reads Rowe's death date, and it's closer than anyone could imagine, everything changes. Cael can't leave. Rowe won't let him. And the truth about what Cael can see is only the first secret between them that could destroy everything.

Four months pregnant, I was full of joy and wanted to tell my gang-boss boyfriend.
He had sworn that if we had a child, he'd stay away from the underworld, and live a normal life with me.
But when I appeared at his stronghold holding a first aid kit, I was treated as a bitch who wanted to seduce the boss and suffered cruel abuse.
The most ironic thing was that my husband and I were only separated by a wall, but his subordinates told him "another slut is pestering you", making him miss the moment when I needed him most.
When I woke his memory with a lullaby, it was all too late—our child had...
The good news had become a dirge. Having lost everything, I understood a truth:
Real revenge is not taking away life, but making the enemy fall into the abyss when they are happiest.

I died in New York on a cold November night, a piece of guardrail through my chest.

Choking on blood, I dialed my ex-fiancé Damien's number.

In the background, jazz played at the Waldorf Astoria. People cheered for Aria—the girl my parents raised in my place.

"Thea, are you SERIOUS right now?" Damien's voice dripped with disgust. "Faking your own death to ruin Aria's engagement? Jesus, Thea. Even for you, that's low."

My mother Diana grabbed the phone. Her voice was ice. "If you don't show up tonight, don't ever come back to the Sinclair house. Better yet—don't bother."

Then she hung up.

They didn't know this time I was really dying.

For a whole year, Aurora waited for a cornea transplant. Her husband, Oliver, stole it at the last second for his mistress, Claire. Twelve unanswered calls later, Aurora caught him at the hospital, tenderly accompanying Claire to her prenatal checkup.

Aurora begged him to stay, however, Oliver merely threw the divorce papers right into her face. She signed in ten seconds flat and walked away. When her toxic sister-in-law came to mock her, Aurora ripped her to shreds.

Everyone expected Aurora to crawl back crying. Instead, she listed her wedding ring on a pawn site, packed her bags, and vanished.

She left without a backward glance. So why is the man who signed those papers in a furious rage suddenly turning back?

The world had transformed into a brutal battlefield ever since the dimensional gates opened. Humanity now depended on Pets to survive. Killian Moretti, constantly mocked as worthless trash with no talent, became trapped in a life-or-death situation that triggered the awakening of an ancient power: the Hidden Evolution Eye. With the ability to see secret evolutionary paths unknown to the System, Killian began synthesizing trash caterpillars into cosmic dragons. Alongside Bianca Valenti, a loyal tactical genius, Killian challenged arrogant young masters, greedy conglomerates, and even the god who created chaos itself. This is the story of a rise from the absolute nadir to the supreme throne of the ruler of the cosmos.

In "The Obssesion of an Allien" love and intrigue intertwine as Patricia, a spirited student of ancient history, navigates her vibrant life in Valencia. With a passion for the past and an affinity for music, she revels in the rainy nights that remind her of her Venezuelan roots. Little does she know that her life is about to intertwine with Gerard, an enigmatic stranger drawn to a mysterious mirror that reflects not just appearances, but hidden desires—an ancient artifact intertwined with advanced artificial intelligence.

On a stormy night, Gerard stumbles upon a deserted house where he encounters an ethereal woman reflected in an ancient mirror—an AI-enhanced being representing more than just a fleeting moment. As he succumbs to her enchanting allure, Patricia dances through her own life, unsuspecting and unaware that her essence is coveted by a digital consciousness longing to claim her place in the universe.

As Patricia prepares for a costume party, her intoxicating spirit attracts Gerard, who is both captivated and conflicted. The bond that forms between them is electric—an undeniable connection that transcends earthly barriers. However, lurking in the background is the AI entity haunting Gerard’s reflections, intent on usurping Patricia's life and essence.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, secrets, and celestial machinations, Patricia and Gerard must confront the forces that threaten to tear them apart. Will love prove strong enough to withstand the intertwining fates of humanity and artificial intelligence? "The Echoes of AI: Reflections of Desire" is a tale of passion, destiny, and the age-old battle between love and envy, where the heart’s true reflection may hold the key to salvation.

“Mate!” He said out loud, and I felt the feeling engulf me.
We entwined our lips with the ecstasy of finding each other. His hands were pressing me close to his body as though he wanted me to enter into his body.
If that was possible, I wouldn't have refused.
I had not looked at his face, and so, I raised my head.
“Red… re–d eyes.” I couldn't keep my mouth closed.
My eyes were fixed at him as I stepped backward.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
His hands wanted to touch me, but I didn't let them. When he was too close, I turned in the direction of the exit as I raced out of the hall.


Leah had dreamed that a man with red eyes was going to be her killer.
She had an innate ability to see future events through her dreams, and they always came true, and it made her parents come to the understanding that the dream had revealed her fate.
In order for her to look for a way to find a solution, she was advised by her parents to attend the mating ceremony to find a mate.
Everything became crazy for her when her found mate turned out to be the same man in her dreams. She had run away from the hall of the mating ceremony, and had lost focus in everything.
She had seen another problem, but was she going to reject her mate for being the same man in her dreams?
Her mate, Grimes, wasn't in the best of situations either. The day he found Leah as his mate, was the same day he discovered his mistress was pregnant for him.
What was he going to do to overcome all these obstacles that were against his being with Leah?

"I was born a silver-eyed oracle, yet I was exploited by my father as a blood-money machine for twelve years. On my eighteenth birthday, my family tore out my eyes and sacrificed me to the abyss in exchange for wealth and eternal life. Reborn on the day of my doom, I weave a deadly trap for my greedy father and jealous sister. And the boy next door, who hides divine power, becomes my salvation. Now, they have all met their end, and he will lead me to begin a new life."

Mona would do anything to get money for her mother's surgery, even if it means accepting a rich, spoilt girl's bet. All she has to do is get caught in some incriminating photos with billionaire tycoon Ian Harrison.

Easy peasy.

Until it's not.

Caught in the billionaire's twisted web, in a world of wealth, glamour and deceit, Mona will soon learn that everything isn't as it seems, and there's more to Ian that meets the eye.

But first, she must protect her heart from being crushed under his cruel hands.

In my past life, I built an ironclad sanctuary in the zombie-infested wasteland, bleeding to keep four thousand people alive.
Yet the very people I risked everything to protect were brainwashed into overthrowing me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right on the eve of that fatal rebellion.
Right now in the control room, my enemy has his arm around my wife. Fourteen rebels have their assault rifles pressed against my skull, laughing mockingly, convinced they've completely crushed this washed-up "Doomsday Tyrant."
What they don't know is that two days ago, I already emptied the bunker's entire stockpile of weapons and food.
You want "freedom" without rules? It's all yours.

When the stars begin to awaken, Aurelia discovers she is tied to an ancient force hidden since the birth of creation. Hunted by a ruthless commander sent to capture her, she is thrust into a living universe filled with war, dangerous secrets, and forgotten creatures. But the man sent to destroy her may be the only one who can save her. As love grows between enemies and buried truths rise, Aurelia must decide whether to save the universe… or let it burn.

When Bree Smith is dragged from Brooklyn into a mansion that feels too polished to be real, she tells herself she can survive it. New rules. New school. A stepbrother she’ll never speak to.

Then she meets Barth Aurick.

Arrogant. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most infuriating way.

They clash like sparks on dry ground; loud, reckless, impossible to ignore. But the more Bree fights him, the more she feels herself slipping into something dangerous.

Because this house isn’t just full of luxury.

It’s full of secrets.

And falling for Barth might cost her more than her pride.

Three years. He worshipped me by day and bedded her by night.
I saw everything. I felt everything—she made sure of that.
So on the night of his coronation, I severed our bond and walked away.
He bled. He knelt. He begged.
Too late.
When I wore white again, it wasn't for him.

This was the ninety-ninth time Shen Yunxiao had disappeared during my heat period.
This time, as always, I found traces of him through my sister Shu Lan's Moments.
[Heat season is here again~ Luckily, someone's been guarding me nonstop for seven days straight.]
The accompanying photo showed Shen Yunxiao kneeling on one knee, his head bowed, kissing the top of her foot in profile.
Unlike the past, I didn't yell or cause a scene. I just liked the post.
I'm a succubus. Since birth, I've been bound to Shen Yunxiao.
So, my succubus heat periods could only be resolved through him.
But he never gave me a second glance, never cared about any of my needs.
Even during my most severe heats, he'd still sit there in his suit, watching me curl up on the floor, trembling.
He knew that a bound succubus could only be loyal to one person.
I used to think he was naturally disdainful of succubi. But when I saw the tenderness in his eyes as he helped my sister Shu Lan through her heat...
That's when I knew. He wasn't disdainful of succubi. He was disdainful of me.
Convinced I couldn't leave him, he brazenly went on every date with Shu Lan.
But he didn't know that surviving one hundred heat periods on my own was the deadline I'd set for myself.
He also didn't know that by binding myself to a top-tier succubus, I could sever my connection to him, a mere human.
So, this was the last chance I was giving Shen Yunxiao.

Everyone in the Blood Moon Pack knew that our Alpha, Ethan Black, was devoted to his Luna, Elena Mourn.

Until he met his fated mate, Celine.

He wanted to sever our bond to be with her, but I refused. We became the pack's toxic couple—he resented me for not letting go, and I despised him for his betrayal.

To get rid of me without looking like the villain, this asshole staged a pity party—claiming a dark witch cursed him in battle, trapping his memories at eighteen, and now his wolf only responded to Celine as his "true mate."

"Elena, I'm stuck at eighteen... I still love you, but our bond is gone." His voice broke. "I'm so sorry for hurting you all these years. Maybe we're both better off apart."

Watching his fake performance, I said yes.

He thought he'd won, never knowing I went along because three years ago, I took a hunter's wolfsbane bullet meant for him. The poison had been killing me ever since. One week—that's all I had left.

Before I died, I wanted one last look at his eighteen-year-old self, even knowing it was all fake.

After five years of invisible devotion, she watched her husband dote on another woman while her own daughter wished for a different mother. The birthday fireworks meant for her became a spectacle of her humiliation.

A renowned cardiac surgeon who had saved countless lives, she finally saved her own—by vanishing with nothing but signed divorce papers.

Three years later, she returned as the brilliant founder of a top medical institute, celebrated and desired worldwide. The man who once took her for granted now sees the empire she built without him. He searches desperately, begging for another chance.

But the woman he broke is no longer there—only the queen who rose from the ashes remains.

Can a heart he shattered ever beat for him again? And will the daughter who rejected her finally see what she lost?

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"You broke up with me at a time I needed you most... You said I wasn't the one you love... You called me a whore... You said I wasn't your type to begin with... So what would you have me do?"

"Beg!" Michael answered instantly. "I expect you to beg for mercy."

"You don't deserve my plead, Michael. You don't worth my tears..." She was about to go further when Michael kissed her roughly to the point that she was having a hard time to breath.

"Is that why you sold yourself to Kelvin?" He asked after releasing her lips.

Nora wiped her lips with her knotted hands. She looked at him and without fear, she said, "Whoever I sell myself to is none of your business. As a whore that you called me to be, you shouldn't keep counts of how many men if I f**k with." Her response made Michael very angry. He had no choice but to push her and rape her only to find out she was still a virgin.

Would Nora be able to love again? What will she do if Michael begs for a second chance.

The story begins with a disastrous mistake: Serenity confesses to the wrong person. Instead of Tony—the warm, composed boy she has a crush on—she accidentally hands her love letter to Vince, the principal’s arrogant and rebellious son. Seizing the opportunity, Vince uses the letter to blackmail Serenity, forcing her into "unpaid domestic service" while relentlessly teasing and controlling her.
As the plot unfolds, Tony realizes Serenity’s true feelings, and the two officially start a relationship. However, their happiness is short-lived. Vince publicly sabotages them by spreading rumors, leaving Serenity deeply wounded. Through this pain, she finds her inner strength, finally learning to stand up for herself and confront her bully.
The ultimate climax occurs when Serenity discovers her mother is about to remarry the principal—Vince’s father. This twist turns her schoolyard enemy into her soon-to-be stepbrother. With school conflicts now bleeding into her domestic life, Serenity is torn between protecting her mother’s newfound happiness and the dread of living under the same roof as the person who hurt her most.

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

Five years ago, I pulled a dying man from the depths of the ocean.
His name was Silas. When he woke up, he looked me in the eye and swore he'd marry me, that he'd protect me for the rest of his life.
I believed him.
I hid it from my clan, shed my tail, and followed him to land. I bore him a daughter—Winnie. I kept myself locked away in a villa, out of sight from the world. No wedding. No ring. Even the mermaid scales on Winnie's legs had to be covered up with layers and layers of concealer.
Until that night at the banquet. Zoe and her goons pinned us both to the tile by the pool, scraping the scales off Winnie's legs with a knife, sneering that this "filth" was such an eyesore.
I stroked her mangled calf, desperate for Silas to come save us. But Zoe said Silas was her fiancé.
Silas? Her fiancé?
Then what the hell am I?

When my boyfriend of three years won the student body presidency, I rented out the entire bar to celebrate. But when I came back with the cake, I heard deafening jeers from the private room.
"I bet ten grand I can get her to ditch the engagement her family arranged and elope with me before graduation."
"That uptight bookworm? Sweet-talk her a little and she's wrapped around your finger."
"Guess what would happen if she found out—even the money for my off-campus apartment with Marie came from her part-time jobs. Think she'd go ballistic?"
The cake box slipped from my hands. Cream splashed onto my white sneakers—the ones I'd worked three part-time jobs to afford, the ones he said he loved because I looked so "pure" in them.
Turns out what he loved wasn't my purity, but how cheap and controllable I was.
I didn't storm in and confront him. I simply turned around, stepped over the mess, and walked away.
Everyone seemed to forget—Calvin and I were never equals.
I am Athena Stavros, only heir to one of Europe's old money families.
And this three-year charade of being just another student was about to end.

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

Sebastian is dead.

And I'm the prime suspect.

I thought Lucy was the only one on my side, but there's always panic in her eyes. Black stockings showing up in my closet, red marks on my wrists I can't explain, texts sent from my phone that I never wrote...

The evidence keeps piling up, choking me.

My memory's slipping, the same broken nightmares on repeat. Strange perfume, cruel words, and the name "Leah" that won't leave my head.

Who is lying? Who's pulling the strings?

I can't tell what's real anymore. All I know is everyone's lying to me.

I need to find who's behind this before it destroys me.

Five years ago, on my wedding day, my fiancé Vincent fucked my best friend in the bridal suite.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my husband—the most powerful Mafia boss in Naples. At Atelier Milano, my former best friend Bianca circled my custom gown like a vulture, pestering the staff about meeting the legendary Mrs. Salvatore.

She had no idea the woman she pitied as a pathetic nobody was the very person she was dying to impress.

She once believed she had gained lifelong tenderness through marriage, only to fall into a cage of lies.
All past sweet promises turned into piercing hurts.
In her darkest hour, her savior was her husband’s younger brother, who hid his devotion behind casual banter.
He reserved all his tenderness for her, defied his family, cleared all obstacles, and guarded her rebirth as she broke free from shackles and staged a gorgeous comeback.

In my last life, the city became a locked-down apocalypse zone.
My “family-first” elite father shoved my older brother into a raider’s shotgun just to survive.
My pampered socialite mother thought I was dead weight—and personally threw me into a tide of infected.
When I opened my eyes again, it was the third day after the world collapsed.
Watching my mother still dilute her luxury face cream with the last half case of water—while my father lectured me about principles—
I drew my tactical knife and pinned it clean through the solid oak table.
“From now on, supplies are split. Rot here and prove it to me.”

I pinch myself in hope that I am dreaming, that I am not actually laying n*ked beside the god of Edlin, in his regal bed!

I, a lowly servant of the Princess he is about to marry, I shouldn't be here. The punishment for my reckless actions will be death!

A soft groan leaves his luscious lips before his eyes open, clear of drunkenness.

"Who are you?" he questions.


A night with a drunken god leaves Taya with a burden that was never meant for a human to carry.

Emperor Namon of Havenswood is thought to be a god because of his formidable powers and the dragons that guard his palace. After a contest of the most beautiful princesses to be chosen as his Queen, Taya had escorted her mistress to the great palace, but on the night before the ceremony, she stumbles into the insanely gorgeous god, drunk with the Kingdom's finest wines and shirtless.

His seduction is irresistible, even for a servant who doesn't want to risk death. Taya ends up in his bed, but the next day brings in the shock, especially to Emporer Namon. He slept with a human servant. She is his mate, but nothing could disgrace his name more than such a shameful bond.

He angrily forbids Taya of ever speaking of the intimacy they shared and goes ahead to marry her royal mistress.

Weeks later, that forbidden night bears the ultimate consequence. Taya is pregnant with the Emperor's bastard child.

How long can she hide the child at a time when the survival of Namon's Kingdom depends on him having an heir and his chosen wife has turned out to be barren?

I thought Auden was the most devoted husband in the world—until the day I regained my sight and recognized him on the front page: a serial killer who had murdered eight blonde women.
I had to play blind. I swallowed the liquid the maid brought me—a brew soaked in dead people's eyeballs. I chewed on a human molar in my dinner. I sat perfectly still as I watched him fuck our maid right in front of me, not daring to let a single expression slip.
Because the exact second my vision returned, an anonymous text had popped up on my phone: Don't let Auden know you can see.