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In this damned wasteland, nobody wants to travel with a burden.
But there were four filthy little ones who stubbornly insisted on following me, refusing to fight back or retaliate.
I looked at them, then at the approaching horde of zombies in the distance, and tossed a loaded pistol in front of them.
"Want to follow me? Fine."
I coldly placed a knife to the neck of the outermost zombie. "Here, if you want me, the lone wolf, to take you along, you'll have to prove you're not trash!"
"Take it and shoot it in the head! That's the only ticket to joining my team!"
The sixteen-year-old girl, tears streaming down her face, gritted her teeth and pulled the trigger.
I knew I could never shake them off again.

To give my twelve-year-old daughter a peaceful and ordinary childhood, I sealed away the "Eagle" badge that represented the highest military authority in the Federation, willingly becoming a repairman with an oily phone in a remote town.
I suppressed my murderous intent, swallowed my humiliation, and even remained silent about the injustice of the referee.
But my concessions to the powerful and wealthy resulted in the richest man leading a group of professional thugs to smash my home to ruins.
to fight in front of my daughter , until his reckless son smashed my "Eagle Badge," hidden deep inside.
They had no idea that the instant the badge broke—
the SSS-level emergency beacon hidden at its core—had been triggered !

“See? Mom warned you a long time ago—Rehn is a venomous snake to the bone.”
When a monster tore my right arm apart, and I watched my so-called best brother scoop up all the rations and run without looking back, my mother’s voice suddenly sounded inside my head.
But she’d died five years ago.
Mom told me my “good brother” hadn’t gone far at all.
He was hiding nearby, waiting for the monster to leave so he could come back and play the hero.
He would stash the ammunition, swap out my antibiotics, and in the end use me as the perfect meat shield—kicking me straight into a dead end.
To stay alive, I swallowed my blood-soaked humiliation and played along with him for a full one hundred and twenty minutes of brotherly devotion.
Until he finally tore off the mask and shoved me toward the most horrifying mutant.
I sneered and tossed away my self-defense knife.
Brother, you want to be a god of the wasteland?
Sorry. I’m going to be that god.

My wife was a fearsome Mafia queen in Chicago.
On the anniversary of our daughter's death, she didn't show up.
When I arrived, the male college student she was keeping was trampling on my daughter's black-and-white portrait.
Instead of scolding him, my wife shielded him in her arms: "Marco was just a child, why are you arguing with him?"
She thought I would be like a dog, forever subservient to her for wealth and power, enduring her betrayal.
Until I discovered the true cause of my daughter's tragic death—
I simply pulled out a gun and pressed the muzzle against her forehead.

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.”

My biological parents and younger brother conspired with an adopted outsider to fabricate an elaborate lie about a "super tsunami about to strike." They staged an act together, tricked me onto a cruise ship, and locked me deep in the hold. The moment the hatch closed, I heard their voices through a hidden camera, toasting with glasses:
"Finally got that jinx locked away. From now on, the family fortune is all ours!"
But they didn't know that at that very second, a piercing system alert blared in my mind:
[Super Tsunami Generating. Countdown: 5 days.]
The apocalypse was real after all.
I seized the moment to bind with the Deep-Sea Fortress System, drained the family's entire assets, and went on a manic hoarding spree.
Five days later, hundred-meter-tall waves ripped the coastline apart.
Watching on the monitor as my parents and brother knelt outside the alloy door, tearing at each other, banging their heads bloody as they begged me to open up,
I cut into a perfectly seared, juicy steak and asked softly into the mic:
"Didn't you say the tsunami was a lie? So why are you crying now?"

I married a rapist.
After the wedding, I played the perfect wife. I always took off my makeup after he fell asleep, and reapplied it before he woke up.
My husband loved showing off on his livestream, bragging that women should know their place.
One viewer sent a warning in the chat:
[Run, man. Only vengeful spirits do their makeup in the middle of the night—when their resentment is strongest, the makeup lasts longer!]
I covered my face and grinned wickedly.
Oops, forgot concealer. My corpse marks are showing.

In their eyes, I’m a limping janitor who can’t even hold a cup of hot coffee steady.
The head of security can grind his polished boot on my fingers whenever he wants. The gorgeous CEO looks at me with pure disgust for a coward. Even the front desk girl can yell at me as she pleases.
I sprawl on the carpet like an old dog—stuttering, shrinking, obedient.
But they don’t know that if I wanted to, snapping their necks would take only 0.6 seconds.
Three years ago, I was the Seventh Fleet’s sharpest one-man operator. To uncover a cross-border money-laundering network worth tens of billions, I faked my death and lay low inside this filthy corporate empire, mopping floors for three years.
Until today—when that arrogant European mafia titan dropped to his knees in front of my dirty mop bucket, in full view of the entire company.
That’s when I knew.
Three years of disguise were finally about to be torn apart.

"I need an accident—one that looks fatal," I said calmly into the encrypted phone. "It's the only way to escape him."
Rumors swirl that this man—the underworld boss who controls half of Europe’s shadow economy—loves me beyond reason.
They say he defied his entire family for me. That this ruthless killer laid down his weapons just to cook me a meal.
For years, he made the world believe I was his one weakness—and even I almost believed it.
But instinct in a life-or-death moment doesn’t lie.
When bullets shattered the car window, he yanked the steering wheel on reflex—shielding my adopted sister in the passenger seat while leaving me, his wife, fully exposed to the hail of gunfire.
As I lay bleeding, desperately trying to protect our unborn child… he was busy cradling her in his arms.
While I endured everything for our future, he signed over the estate—the one he promised would be our retire place—to that lying sister.
That’s when I knew: some loves are just performances for the living.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
I left behind a positive pregnancy test—six weeks along—and drove straight into the deep ocean, staging the most brutal finale right before his eyes.

My husband, Marco, in his bid for the position of Don, was forced to marry the young widow of the previous Don, Claudia.
Every night, after returning from Claudia’s place, he would hold me and swear, "You’re the only woman I love, Elena. Claudia has the connections I need. Once I have real power and secure my position, I’ll make you my wife in name and in public."
But as I waited for him to rise to power, what started as a political act turned into nights where he simply never came home.
Then, on Christmas, I was dragged to their engagement party—where I was beaten in front of everyone.
Our six-year-old daughter, Sophia, knelt on the floor, crying and begging him, "Godfather, please, let my mommy go..."
But Marco stayed silent.
"It’s okay," I whispered, picking up my wounded daughter. "Mommy’s going to take you somewhere that truly belongs to us."
What Marco never knew was this: I never cared about being the Donna of this small city.
I am the only heir of the Rossi family—the most powerful Mafia family in all of Sicily.

In my previous life, when the extreme cold apocalypse arrived, I was drained of all value and heartlessly kicked into an ice pit by my ex-girlfriend.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time before the apocalypse erupted!

On my phone screen, my girlfriend was still arrogantly issuing ultimatums: "If you don't deliver that eight-thousand-dollar Chanel bag to me today, don't even think about touching me ever again!"

I sneered coldly, decisively blocking this gold-digger who was prepared to devour me alive on all platforms. Then I immediately unlocked the seven-million-dollar trust fund my grandfather had left me and went on a shopping spree for the city's top-tier extreme survival supplies!

A few hours later, an unprecedented extreme polar vortex swept across North America.

When my ex-girlfriend and street thugs frantically pounded on my half-meter-thick reinforced steel blast door, what greeted them wasn't just the aroma of fireplace-grilled steak, but also me and my hardcore parents holding heavy firearms.

To avenge his beloved, my husband locked me—pregnant—in a dog cage and sank it into the icy lake outside our house.
"Wendy spent ten minutes in the water. You'll stay in there for two days."
I screamed and pleaded, "I'm not lying! I really am pregnant! Please!"
But he towered over me, his eyes full of disgust. "You'll say anything to avoid punishment—even a lie like this?"
As the iron cage sank, the freezing water swallowed me—and took the unborn child with it.
Two days later, he had the cage hauled up, waiting for me to beg Wendy for forgiveness.
But all that was left inside was a curled, lifeless body, my dress soaked in vivid red.
I hovered above, watching coldly as he clung to my corpse, howling like a madman.
Eric, why are you crying?
Isn't this what you wanted?

In my previous life, an extreme cold apocalypse descended.

I risked my life nine times over to evolve into a high-tier Ice Plains Wolf, and just to find a piece of meat to keep my fiancée alive, I frantically tore apart wild beasts in the snow. Yet I was betrayed by her and her lover—they cut out my heart with an ice blade!

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn half a month before the apocalypse!

Time was running out. To awaken the highest tier of beast-human form, I needed an enormous amount of meat to provide energy.

Sports cars? Ocean-view villas? Billions in assets? I wanted none of it!

I immediately dumped my manipulative fiancée, liquidated all my assets into cash, bought a fully enclosed fortified meat processing plant, and frantically stockpiled hundreds of thousands of tons of high-calorie raw meat!

The extreme cold arrived as expected, turning the entire city into a frozen hellscape.

The scumbag pair who betrayed me in my previous life now knelt outside my impregnable airlock door, crying pitifully and begging me for scraps.

I stepped out of my fortress and looked down at them with claws sharp enough to tear through steel:

"Want meat? Go to hell and eat dirt!"

Everyone knows my fiancé, Alex, is the kind of madman who would call off a billion-dollar merger just for me.
For years, he convinced the world I was his one and only, risking the wrath of the board just to keep me by his side.
But that kind of devotion is mostly for show.
In reality, he already had a legal wife—and a baby on the way, carrying his blood.
When I learned the truth, I went straight to my best friend.
"Maya, help me stage a car accident. One where the body can't be identified," I said calmly. "It's the only way I can truly escape Alex."
The night I disappeared, he spent hours kneeling by the burned-out wreck.
He destroyed a high-profile marriage alliance, drove his pregnant wife to madness, and became a complete wreck himself.
But when he finally found me—
He realized I didn't love him anymore.

I’m in the final stages of stomach cancer. My son just passed away yesterday.
At his funeral, my ex-husband barged in, pointed at our son’s headstone, and accused me of doing anything for attention—even putting on a show like this.
He told me to get lost, to stay far away from the woman he really loves.
So I did exactly as he wanted.
I took my son’s ashes and disappeared into the endless sea.
But now, when I’m truly at death’s door, that same man who once hated me with everything he had is tearing the hospital apart, desperate to save me.
Don’t bother, Lucian.
If there’s a next life, let’s never meet again.

At the celebration party, everyone was egging them on.
To kiss ass with the so-called "investor's daughter," James, started playing some flirty card game with Vivian right in front of me, feeding her chips and making out.
I stood in the corner holding his jacket like some pathetic coat-check girl.
When I confronted him, James looked pissed. "Sophie, it's just an act! Vivian's got the company by the balls—don't be so damn difficult!"
I laughed.
He had no idea that the "Vivian" he was desperately sucking up to was nothing but a fraud riding someone else's coattails.
And the real person holding his fate, the one who'd greenlit his precious S-tier project? That was me—the wife he called "completely useless."
The day after our divorce, I pulled the plug on all of James's funding.
He went ballistic trying to meet with the mysterious investor. When the doors opened, I was sitting at the head of the table. Right in front of him, I fed that S-tier project proposal into the shredder:
"James, this deal? I'm out."

When I was rushed to the ER with food poisoning, I heard the doctor shout, "We need to pump her stomach, now!"
But my mother, Catherine, calmly stopped the doctor's hand.
"No hurry," she said coldly. "Give her a sedative first."
My brother Austin panicked. "Mom! If you don't detox her, she could die!"
But my mother's voice was ruthless, low and sharp:
"If she dies, she dies. As long as her uterus is still warm, that's all that matters."
"Did you forget our plan? Sarah's transplant surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. If Elena wakes up now, what if she runs away?"
"Our priority is keeping her uterus safe for Sarah—not saving her life."
In that moment, the burn in my stomach was nothing compared to the chill in my heart.
I forced my eyes open and saw my brother—the one who'd always protected me—hesitate for a moment, then slowly let go of my hand.
"...Okay. You're right, Mom. Saving Sarah comes first."
The moment I closed my eyes, I made a decision: If I survived, this life would never belong to this family again.

On the seventh wedding anniversary, I woke up in the lounge and found a big word "BITCH" sprayed with red paint on my chest.
The culprit, holding a spray-paint can, had a naive-looking smile on her face and said, "I'm doing you a favor. Your white outfit's way too boring."
I was just about to take action when my husband rushed in to protect her, frowning and scolding me: "She's just a little girl; she doesn't know any better. Do you have to be so petty?"
At this moment, looking at the man in front of me who had risen because of my family's influence, I suddenly laughed.
He probably forgot who had given him this overwhelming wealth.
I unscrewed the red-tipped thick paint pen and walked step by step towards the trembling girl.
"Your face is boring, too. Let me do you a favor."
As for my husband?
I'll make him know that without me, he's worse than a dog.

I was driving my dad's luxury car to pick up a friend when his secretary stopped me on the spot.
She mistook me for the lover who had sex with my dad in his office.
So she used car theft as an excuse to drag me into the basement, beat me up, and took nude photos of me.
When my dad found out, he asked me to apologize to her.
That's when I realized that in his eyes, his reputation mattered more than his own daughter.
If that's the case, he doesn't need to be the figurehead CEO anymore.

The late night after my boyfriend left for his business trip, I received a strange call.
"Fresh delivery, hurry down to get it. If you wait too long, your meat will be picked clean."
I stubbed my toe and winced, telling him to just leave it outside my apartment door.
He hesitated but agreed.
Less than ten minutes later, my phone rang again. His voice was impatient, urging me to come down immediately.
I was about to respond when a cold sweat broke out on my back.
Outside the door was a busy main road—where were the raccoons?
And why was he waiting for me downstairs for ten minutes?
What sent chills down my spine was...
I suddenly remembered that I hadn't ordered any fresh groceries this week.
So who was the man standing downstairs, using excuses to trick me into coming down?

In my past life, I stood on the execution platform, watching the entire city—brainwashed by the Saintess—smile as they willingly degenerated into ghouls.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one month ago.

I smashed the knight's sword that symbolized my honor. Dragging a high-tier ghoul into my basement, I slashed my left wrist open with a heavy blade.

Stripping away all the Holy Light protecting my body, I brutally shoved my bleeding wrist straight into the ghoul's gaping maw.

My bones let out muffled, explosive cracking sounds as they were eroded by the tyrannical ghoul virus. I crushed the reinforced steel bedframe out of shape with my bare hands.

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

I'm an ancient vampire prince who's been playing human boyfriend to a demon hunter.
Big mistake.
She's completely unhinged—GPS tracking, 24/7 surveillance, the works.
When she threatens to dump me unless I surrender all my secrets, I do the unthinkable:
I actually say yes.
Too bad she doesn't know her "helpless" boyfriend has been the one keeping her alive all this time.

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

You are here as our breeder. My husband will sleep with you until you become pregnant, and after you give birth, the baby will be ours," Her heart sinks into her stomach as she watches the woman that bought her moments ago, says to her. Here she was, thinking she was going to be working as their maid, but she was mistaking. She was only brought here to be their breeder.

"I don't want to," As much as she wants to refuse, she knows that she has no choice at this point. These people already bought her, and she's now their property.

"Now, sign the contract," With a deep frown settling on the woman's face, she pushes the paper to her to sign...

Life doesn't always go as planned, as fate always has its way of twisting people's destinies. After the death of Cassie's mom, she grew up living a miserable life with her father, who blamed her for the death of her mother, because she had died while giving birth to her. Cassie never stopped imagining how sweet her life would've been if her mom was alive.

She thought things will get better for her, but then it only became worse, as her father sold her to a stranger, who turned out to be the ruthless alpha Damien that Cassie had bumped into in the past. What becomes the fate of Cassie, after she found herself stuck in between alpha Damien and his twin brother?

The system made me an outcast live-in husband in a werewolf clan for three years. The mission reward: 80 billion dollars. Now there's only half a day left until retirement settlement.

The arrogant pure-blood Alpha wants to force me into a deadly full moon execution array, roaring for me to kneel and die.

I don't even lift an eyelid. Right at quitting time, I directly withdraw my soul, leaving the body to the original owner "Ancestor Wolf Emperor" to handle, while I return to my Manhattan penthouse, sink into the leather sofa, and start a holographic livestream.

"Enjoy your night shift, everyone." I take a light sip of hot coffee, coldly watching the screen as the Wolf Emperor crushes that pure-blood Alpha's spine into mush with one foot, shocking my mission wife and mother-in-law into idiots.

I never knew my blood could kill a king—until I met one. Sebastian, the ruthless and immortal King, rules with precision. For centuries, he's ruled with ruthless precision, his heart as cold as the stone throne beneath him. One moment, I'm nothing. The next, I'm his obsession. His touch burns like ice fire. His stare follows me through shadows. And when he feeds from me—God help me—it feels like drowning in darkness and craving more. He tells me my blood is unlike any he's tasted, that my scent drives him to the edge of madness.


He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.

One sweep of his tongue. That’s all it took. From my asshole to my clit. I came with a scream that burned my throat. I trembled, locking his head between my thighs. 
“I need more,” I grunted like a deranged woman. 
He found my lips with his, and he pressed the weight of his body over mine. His hand trailed down my ribs, down my stomach, and he buried it between my legs. The rough pads of his fingers slowly circled my clit.


She read about him in a book. She never expected him to step out of the page and into her bed.
Mara Cavendell lives a quiet life running her late parents’ bookshop, until the night a man from her book appears in her dreams.
When she wakes to find him, Kaelith, the brooding vampire warlord, sitting in her room, reality cracks open.
Kaelith is one of The Vowed, a secret order of four ancient vampires blessed with power and bound by blood to protect the Oracle, the woman foretold to hold the fate of their realm in her hands.
He tells Mara she is the Oracle.
She was never meant to be raised in the human realm. Torn from her true life as a child and hidden through time, Mara’s absence has begun to unravel the world she was destined to anchor.
Now, reality is fracturing, magic is twisting, the sky is literally falling. To repair the fabric of Kaelith’s realm, Mara must return, and choose her fated mate from among The Vowed.
Kaelith. Rhydan. Nerion. Thane.
Each dangerous. Each powerful. Each bound to her by ancient prophecy.
With war brewing, a realm crumbling, and passion building into something she’s never known, Mara must decide: Will she embrace the mate fate chose for her…or fight to rewrite the threads of destiny herself?

Trapped in her mundane life, Elysia wishes for something to change. Her parents hide her away and avoid her questions and dismiss her concerns, making her realize that something is terribly wrong. One night, she finally decides that enough is enough and ventures into the night on her own, meeting a mysterious spirit that tells her there is much more to her than she ever thought possible.

That night unfolds a series of events that take her far from home and straight into the arms of a mysterious King who unveils that she holds the key to restore balance between life and death. Shadows of the past unfold and a connection blooms between them, fanning the flames of a love destined to happen.

But just as she begins to believe all will be right, she meets another who claims to be her destined lover.

Guided by whispers from a dark forest, Elysia embarks on a journey to uncover forgotten truths, unveiling magic, mystery, and her destiny entwined with mortality. Will she conquer the secrets that shroud her life and sit on her family’s throne, or will she trust the wrong King and have everything torn from her grasp?

Eryndor, a Phoenix demi-God, lives among humans as a wealthy businessman. Feared, envied, and unstoppable, he avoids the politics of gods and angels.

Until Seraphiel, the archangel who saved him as a child, brings a mission he cannot refuse. Zariel, ruler of the Underworld, is plotting a rebellion that could destroy all realms. Help stop him, and your dying parents can be reunited in their next life, Seraphiel says.

To succeed, Eryndor must kidnap Lyra, the Shadow Princess and Zariel’s daughter. She is supposed to be his enemy, but she is unlike anyone he has ever met. Fierce, defiant, and mysterious, Lyra challenges everything he believes about loyalty, power, and love.

As they are forced together, Eryndor and Lyra must decide if their hearts will remain enemies or risk everything for a chance at love—and survival.

"So, you just use me for your safety and leave when you want?" His voice was dangerously low, making everyone shiver.
Everyone but Lucia.
She looked him square in the eyes, no hint of fear in her clear hazel gaze.
"Mr. Sinclair, from the bottom of my heart, I'm truly grateful for your help and for being there for me—but I have nothing to offer you."
Adrian chuckled to himself, hands in his pockets. Lucia was back. The fire in her eyes said it all....
From the moment billionaire heir Adrian Sinclair stepped into the Ember Lounge, Lucia Gregory knew trouble had found her. Orphaned, overworked, and fiercely guarded, Lucia had no time for entitled men with too much money and too little depth.
But Adrian wasn't like the others. When she challenged him to prove he was more than a name and a bank account, he made a bet:
"Give me a week. No money. No status. Just me."
What began as a distraction spiraled into something deeper.
But Lucia's past isn't just painful—it's dangerous. And when a secret links Adrian's powerful family to everything she's tried to escape, she's forced to ask herself:
Can she trust the man who could destroy her world—or is he the only one who can save it?

With one week left until the wedding, Henry Jones asked me to reschedule the date—for one simple reason:
“On our wedding day, I’m taking Ann to the hospital for her prenatal checkup.”
Ann is the widow of his brother Ethan. She’s also my half-sister. In that private room, they laughed at me for being “almost thirty and desperate to get married.”
Ann put on an innocent face. “If Rory is really in such a rush… I can reschedule my appointment.”
I wanted to break up, and Henry frowned as he lectured me:
“As her future sister-in-law, why do you have to fight her over this one day?”
I asked him, “Do you even remember what Friday is?”
He coaxed me softly: “One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” I nodded and said “Fine,” thinking I could still swallow it.
Until I pressed my fingerprint to enter his office and overheard Ann questioning him about inheritance, and Henry answered under his breath, “It won’t come to that—I won’t let Rory get pregnant with my child.”
That was the moment I u

For Joey, I shouldered the blame for a commercial crime and survived five years behind bars—alone, even through a miscarriage.

With only five days left on my sentence, his secretary flaunted a “bonus” transfer from him—521,314—and when I left one mild comment, she blocked me.

I got released early on Christmas, wanting to surprise my husband. Instead, I pushed open our bedroom door and found Joey and Betty in our marital bed, deep in their sick little games.

And then I overheard a phone call that shattered everything: my little sister, Sansa, hadn’t died from a surgical “accident” at all. Joey had bribed the surgeon and had her heart cut out—so his mistress could gain a werewolf’s healing ability and keep having some perverted sex on bed.

He lied to me, used me, murdered my sister—and still mocked me for I was nothing without him.

What he doesn’t know is that I’m the daughter of an Alpha. I cut my family off for him once. Now I’m taking everything back—divorce, vengeance, and a rec

“Is this what you want baby? Beg me.”
He teases me with a finger at the entrance.
I don’t want to play games now. I'm about to climax.


When you love someone you have to set them free and if it’s meant to be they should come back right?.. But what if you love two people? Not just any two people…. Twin brothers!! And one just happens to be your boss?
Cassie knew this wasn’t going to end well but what’s the worst that could happen?

Oxford, 1900. When her parents die in a tragic accident, Heppie Wildman, homeless and penniless, must find her way alone in the world. A post as governess at Ingelton Hall offers the chance to rebuild her life, and she quickly forms a bond with her eight-year-old charge and a close friendship with the local parson, Meritt Nightingale. Heppie is also irresistibly drawn to the handsome and elusive Thomas Egdon, the son of her employer. But her new life at Ingleton Hall is not as idyllic as it first seems. Who is the mysterious woman who appeared in her bedroom in the middle of the night? What is Thomas Egdon concealing from her? How can she escape the lecherous advances of her employer, Sir Richard? In attempting to protect herself and her future, Heppie unleashes a chain of events with disastrous consequences for her own life and the lives of those she holds most dear. The Green Ribbons is set in an English village on the cusp of a new century. From the award-winning author of The Pearl of Penang, this is a classic tale of passion, vengeance and redemption.

His voice, low and gruff broke my thoughts of obsession, "Use me."

It was like a bucket of cold water was thrown on my chest. I turned to him with a scoff full of disbelief. I wanted laugh and throw my hands in the air to show him that I understood what he said was a joke.

But the darkness in his eyes and the heaviness of his brow told me different. He was serious. He tilted his head, his eyes flickering to my lips for a moment before returning to my eyes.

"Use you?"

He shrugged, his eyes landing on my lips again, "I can keep him from bothering you."

"Like a bodyguard?" My stomach was twisting inside me, a ball of nerves making me feel light.

His shoulders shook as he chuckled, lifting his eyes to mine, "You know that's not what I mean."


Kian has been in love with Inesa since he first saw her, but she only had eyes for someone else. After a difficult year facing death, deception, and hate, he returned to school only to be trapped in her gaze again.

Inesa had no idea of Kian’s existence, happily dating Micah. It wasn’t until after he shattered her heart into a thousand pieces that she noticed the forest green eyes that watched her from afar.

Will Kian let himself capture her heart, or will his past keep him from her? Will Inesa let him capture her heart, or will she hide from him, too afraid of her own feelings?

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.

He kisses me for a long time, long enough that it’s me that pulls away and desperately grabs onto his cock. Without words between us, he grabs my legs, lifting me up against the tiled wall and spreads my legs.
He’s angry from the conversation last night. I can feel it, I can see it in his dark eyes. It’s only confirmed when he slams into me without preparing me.
I cry out and he soothes me with kisses on my neck and nibbles on my skin. Still he doesn’t slow down. He starts at a quick pace, at a strength that already has my legs trembling.
I grab onto his shoulders, cries leaving my lips every time he slams into me. It turn wet, not from the water, but from how much he makes my pussy happy.


Alina leaves everything she knows behind after she is in a terrible car accident that tears her family apart. A new home, a new school and a fractured relationship with her mother are only the beginning of the things this change will throw her way. Immediately she catches the attention of three men, and she can’t deny what she feels for them, too. Quickly, and much to her demise, she finds out that their lives are much more intertwined than she would have ever hoped for. She had hoped to discover herself in this new place, but everything only tears her apart. Who will she choose between Zaid, the bad boy, Aiden, her sweet jock, and Jake, and older man who can't seem to keep his hands off of her?

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING — R18+
This story contains adult material and is intended for readers aged 18 and over only.

“You… you are truly a Dragon King?”

“The last of them. And you are my destined Queen. Tomorrow, everything begins. The internship at Luminous—my company, who else’s?—will be yours. And the world will know that Lyla Avanoir is now under the protection of Lysander Goldwyn.”

In a world where dragons are dismissed as myths, supposedly exterminated by the Killick family of Dragon Slayers, a darker truth begins to surface: the dragons never truly vanished—they simply shed their scales to become the masters of the global economy.

Lyla Avanoir is a victim of blind ambition. As the unwanted biological daughter of Linda—who is now part of the noble Killick family—Lyla has been forced to live in the shadow of her stepsister, Nina Killick. The betrayal reaches a breaking point when Lyla wins a prestigious design competition meant to earn her an internship at Luminous. Instead of celebrating, Linda discards Lyla in the Silverwood Forest—a forbidden land where the last dragons were slaughtered—so that Nina can steal the winning title.

But Silverwood does not claim Lyla's life. In the depths of despair, Lyla encounters an ancient being who should have been extinct. Through a mystical union—both erotic and magical—at the edge of a silver lake, Lyla is bound to Lysander Goldwyn, the Dragon King who has been hiding in plain sight as the genius CEO behind the Luminous fashion empire.

Rhea is an orphan who spent her childhood in different foster families. When she was 13 years old, she was adopted by the Alpha Angus and brought to his pack. Little did Rhea know she would be living with her four stepbrothers who had bullied her since the first day she arrived and had become her biggest nightmare. When she turned 18, Rhea learned her adopted brothers were her mates. Not two, but four of them. Rhea didn’t want to accept them, but her brothers refused to let her go and told her that they had fallen in love with her a long time ago.
Will Rhea believe them? How far will they go to earn Rhea’s trust and forgiveness?
What will happen if Rhea learns she is the only heir of the last Silver Wolf?
Their Bullied Luna is created by Cara TaleSmith, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

His large hands wrapped around her thighs and she squealed when he parted them, opening her for him.

“Eksel,” She whispered, trying to cover herself with her hand.

“Stop.” Eksel’s nostrils flared as he focused on the dark pink flesh between her legs.

Elva bit down in her lips, forcing herself to let him see. To let him satiate the hunger that soured her stomach.

His gentle eyes flickered up to her face. “Do you know how perfect you are?”


Left with little choice, Earl Arrion agrees to marry his daughter to Jarl Agnar in order to stop the attacks on his village.

On the day she is meant to meet her future husband, Elva is faced with his brother, Eksel. What happens when Elva unknowingly falls for the wrong brother?

Eksel knows that Elva is not for him, that she is out of his reach, but that does little to stop him from falling for her as well.

The smooth fabric caressed her nipples unintentionally hardening them. He raised his brow.

“Well, that backfired. I was trying to put you in something less distracting, but your body

doesn’t want to corporate.” She quickly covered her chest, her cheeks flushed.

“W-what do you want?” She said trying her best to sound angry.

“No…I guess you aren’t, maybe that’s why they selected you to be my wife.”


Alaric, he is known for his propensity of drinking blood, feeding off sexual energy, and partaking in sadistic forms of torture both for sexual gratification and barbaric torment. His very essence is a mixture of all things. Angelic, demonic, vampiric…

As a famed novelist, Eva's dark stories are revered around the world. For her however, they serve as an escape from her abusive marriage. With writer's block and panic attacks she's unable to write anything else. Until she finds a book titled "Something Wicked" with an excerpt about someone named Alaric. And a citation that she's the author. She wants Alaric to kill her husband in the book.

(MATURE) (DARK ROMANCE) (VAMPIRIC) Warning: This story deals with domestic violence and may be triggering to some.

The third and final of the trilogy (NOT A STAND ALONE NOVEL!)

"Sabine’s body arched the moment his tongue touched her clit. “Kai…” She moaned as he pleasured her. He pulled her closer and drove his face deeper inside. Sabine felt her entire body convulse, her hands in his hair. Feeling pressure inside, she tried to push him away. He kissed her thigh again. “Let go…I promise you’ll like it.”

Relaxing, she closed her eyes and let the pressure build again, Sabine groaned loudly “OH MY-“ before her entire frame burst at the seams. Kai released her and wiped her juices from his beard. He joined her at her side. “Congratulations, you just had your first orgasm how do you feel?”

Kai Pierce is a multi platinum Rockstar who wants nothing else than to meet his little sisters. After the death of his father, he finally works up the courage to meet Rachel, Morgan and Alexus, the infamous Pierce three that turned the supernatural world upside down. His plans are disrupted by his encounter with Sabine, an exiled Supreme who is effected by a curse, that only the sisters can help her get rid of. Terrified she accidently turns him into a warlock, and takes him to his long lost family to get help. Adapting to his new powers and his sisters, Kai can't help but fall for Sabine. Will she continue to resist or will she allow him into her heart, even if it means certain death?

(MATURE) (DARK COMEDY}

“Ms. Pierce, I’m afraid you’re about to learn a valuable lesson.” His body continued to contort, and he dropped to his knees. Her scream bubbled in her throat as the transformation continued. A large black wolf stood on all four paws with its back still towards her. Its massive size towered high, and it turned and glowered her way. Its teeth were bared, but still somehow displayed the twisted smile Jordan frequently wore. Taking a step towards her, he lethally spoke, “Tonight, you’re going to learn firsthand why you never fuck with werewolves.”

Morgan Pierce has always found her way into trouble, and the night of her job’s Halloween party was no different. Wearing an offensive werewolf costume, she unknowingly pisses off her boss, Jordan, the Alpha of Dark Moon. Determined to teach her a lesson, he turns her, but soon realizes she’s his Luna. As the days turn into months, both have to admit what has been looming all along. Maybe the real lesson was finding the person you were always meant to be with.

(Dark Romance) (Mature)
Evie, a necromancer with a big secret, embarks on a timed mission to reconnect with her true Soul Tie, and most feared man on the planet, Grim Reaper Thanatos. As they grow closer in their love, they also grow closer to learning the truth about their separation. Will she be able to defrost his cold heart in time? Or will secrets and lies keep the two apart forever?
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"Don't look away dear, the fear in your eyes is something I want to immortalize."

The guard immediately lunged for her, but Thanatos raised his hand stopping him in his tracks. Wiping the spit from his face, his lips contorted into a terrifying grin.

He took a step towards her, locking his hands to each side of her collarbone before she could move. His pale eyes shifted, his nails finding their way deeper and deeper into her flesh.

With every writhe of agony, he dug deeper, allowing his claw-like fingers to tear effortlessly through her skin.