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I was Mara.I had suffered from a strange sickness my whole life. Every quiet night, an uncontrollable hunger surged through me — a ravenous urge to eat human flesh. I’d visited countless hospitals, yet every doctor said there was nothing physically wrong with me. They only handed me psychiatric pills, dismissing my agony as mere delusion.
Then by chance, I met Lucy, a mysterious witch. She stared straight into my eyes and said, “What an interesting body, what an interesting sickness.” She pressed a bottle of dark green potion into my hand. I hesitated, then took it and left.
When night fell again and my sickness flared up violently, raw pork no longer held back my maddening hunger. Without a second thought, I drank the potion.
For a week after that, I felt fine. But I soon saw Lucy again at her cottage. She told me the potion would never cure my sickness completely unless I fulfilled five brutal rules: eat the heart of a wicked man, the kidney of a sinner, the liver of someone I loved, the spleen of a criminal, and the stomach of an innocent soul.
I held back my hunger for an entire month…Until I finally gave in.The first heart I devoured belonged to my boyfriend.

My mate lost his memory and fell in love with another woman.

Alpha Killian Cross forgot our five-year bond after a rogue attack. Sandra, the Omega who saved him, became his new obsession. I fought to restore his memories—and succeeded.

But the day he remembered me was the day Sandra killed herself. Killian blamed me for her death and chose to hate me instead.

When rogues attacked our pack, he died taking a hit meant for me. His last words? "I wish you'd never made me remember. I wish you'd let me love her."

Now I'm back—reborn to the day I first found him with Sandra. This time, I won't fight for his memories. This time, I'll let him keep his happiness with her.

Even if it kills me all over again.

My husband, Zachary, chose to save his sister-in-law right in front of the kidnappers.

The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"

Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.

He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.

Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.

When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.

"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."

After hearing about my peanut allergy, my boyfriend's newly crowned campus queen added peanut extract to my signature cocktail.

Just one sip in, and my skin immediately erupted in hives. My throat started to close up rapidly.

I stumbled toward my canvas tote, pulled out my life-saving EpiPen, and yanked off the cap.

But the next second, my blood ran cold.

The emergency EpiPen had been swapped out for a tube of lipstick by my boyfriend.

Seeing my face turn purple as I collapsed onto the floor, the campus queen suddenly burst into laughter:

"Surprise! I specifically told Julian to swap it out!"

"You are such a fake. Anaphylactic shock from a single sip?"

I desperately gripped my boyfriend's cuff, letting out strained, wheezing gasps like a broken bellows:

"Julian... if you don't give me the real one... I'm really going to die!"

He peeled my fingers off him one by one and swatted my hand away in disgust, frowning slightly:

"Do you really think you're some delicate princess? It's just a drink. Are you seriously doing this?"

"Madison is right. You're just a drama queen making a scene!"

I gave up pleading for him to understand. Instead, I pressed the custom fountain pen in my pocket, triggering my old-money family's highest-tier SOS signal.

In my past life, I died in a freezing, damp basement.
The person who destroyed me was Evelina, the daughter of my father’s mistress. She set a trap at a charity gala, dragged my reputation through the mud, and forced me into a hellish marriage—all so she could strip away everything that rightfully belonged to me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-two. The gala that sealed my fate was happening tonight.
Before the banquet officially began, I seamlessly swapped two champagne flutes, handing her meticulously woven trap right back to her. When the scandal detonated, sending shockwaves through the ballroom, my eyes landed on Killian—the Vance family's notoriously cold-blooded illegitimate son.
The trust fund my mother left me was still firmly under my control. I walked straight up to him and laid my chips on the table.
My enemies had retreated to the shadows, waiting to strike back. But I was going to use their own conspiracies as stepping stones, clawing back everything I owned, one piece at a time.

Someone posted a love confession to me on the campus board the same week I got nominated for the Outstanding Thesis Award. By that evening, my roommate's boyfriend had already commented—claiming I'd slept with our professor and faked my entire thesis.
My roommate swore she'd handle it.
She didn't.
A used condom appeared at my lab bench. Photos of a woman leaving my advisor's building at 2 a.m. went viral. The university pulled my thesis. My professor told me to disappear quietly. My parents drove six hours to slap me and tell me my sister would never.
I lost my degree, my family, and my name. Then I lost my life.
The night I died, I finally saw what I'd missed in those photos—a detail that proved it was never me.
I woke up three weeks before my thesis defense.
I remember everything. And this time, I'm not keeping quiet.

My father was critically ill, wheeled into the operating room. As his attending physician and my husband, Aaron was nowhere to be found.
Dressed in my pajamas, I waited alone outside until the early hours, my hands trembling as I repeatedly dialed Aaron's number. Finally, the call connected, but a sweet, soft female voice answered on the other end: “I’m here with Aaron, and we’re admiring the Eiffel Tower!”
“Is that woman calling again? Jenny, can you tell her to stop? The lights of the Eiffel Tower are about to go out; can’t she behave herself?” Hearing Aaron's voice, my heart sank.
But before I could respond, the call was abruptly disconnected.

"Let me borrow your husband for one night and I spare your dad's life." Trishia Meyer, the only daughter of Senator Meyer demanded.
To save her father's company, Arabella had agreed to marry the evil billionaire, Bill Sky.
She dared to kiss him to show off her ex-boyfriend that night but she never expected the kiss would deepen and he didn’t want to let go.
That night was just a mistake but they met again.
They agreed to sign a non-disclosure contract and they swore not to love each other.
Sacrificing herself to be with the domineering cold man and turning a blind eye to his sexual affairs with other women were just some of the things she needed to endure every day.
Now that she conceived his baby, he wanted it to be aborted instantly.
She thought that the baby inside her tummy would bring them closer together but he accused her of deceiving him.
Arabella Jones then made a promise to herself that she would do everything to live a happy life with her baby far away from him. Little did she know, it's not for her to decide, that if the billionaire's wrath would allow her.

I once thought I had a perfect family. I believed my husband loved me deeply and considered myself the happiest woman in the world.
But one day, I discovered that our maid had been secretly poisoning me. What shocked me even more was finding out that my husband was having an affair with her...

YELENA:
I didn't think twice when I accepted my parents’ offer to marry our Alpha. He was a man every she-wolf in our pack wanted… I thought marrying him would mean love, protection, and respect.

Instead, it meant betrayal.

Tristan Crosswood, my husband, the Alpha of Blue Moon pack never wanted me. I was just a Luna by contract, replacing his empty title. He chose his mate repeatedly when she found her way back to the pack while I was foolish to reject mine the first time I saw him.

I was such a fool… and I suffered for it.
So, I did the only thing left for me to save myself.

I filed for a divorce, and Alpha Tristan signed the papers happily. I walked away broken but free, and when I started to heal, I discovered that I was carrying his pup.

Now Alpha Tristan wanted me back, the Alpha who signed my freedom with his own hands became the Alpha who regret divorcing me.

But what he didn't know was that… I wasn't the desperate Luna he discarded.

Hudson Harrington is untouchable. Captain of the hockey team, heir to a powerful alpha bloodline, in complete control of everything. No one challenges him.

Then Jaden Williams steps onto his ice and refuses to kneel.

Jaden is a freshman with no name and no respect for boys who were handed everything. He earned his spot through sweat and obsession, and he's not bowing to some golden boy who thinks the rink belongs to him.

From the first moment, it's war. Every practice, every game, every look across the locker room. Hudson wants him gone. Jaden wants to prove he belongs.

But hate has a way of turning into something else.

They're both alphas. The world says what they feel is wrong: two alphas can't be together, shouldn't want each other. But every time they fight, they get closer. Every time they try to stay away, they crash back together harder.

So who's going to break first?

He's my mate's father and I had a one-night stand with him. I shouldn't have but I was just so bitter because my mate was sleeping with my half-sister.
That night marked the beginning of his insane obsession. And then I realized he wasn't the level-headed and calm father-in-law I always thought he was.
Behind that mask was an obsessive, manipulative, and controlling man who had sworn never to let me go. He'd do anything to keep me, including ruining my life.
Now I'm stuck in this clandestine erotic relationship we have. And each day, I find myself getting more addicted to him.
What do I do to break free from this erotic but toxic bond we share?

"I reject you," he says clearly. Loudly. Making sure everyone hears. "I, Ronan Nightbane, reject the false bond between us. I reject any claim you think you have on me."
"Why isn't it working?" he demands.
"Because it's real," I whisper. "Whether you want it or not."
"Then I'll make it clear another way," he says.
He turns to address the entire cafeteria. His voice carries to every corner of the room.
"Let me be perfectly clear," he announces. "She's not my mate. She's not my anything. She's just a sad little girl who needs to learn her place."
The silence that follows is deafening. Hundreds of students stare at me with pity. With disgust. With relief that they're not in my position.
I sit there shaking. My wolf curls up in a corner of my mind and whimpers.
But he's not our mate anymore. He made that clear.
He's nothing to me.


She came to survive. He was born to rule. Fate made them mates. And that’s where the nightmare began.
Evangeline has spent her whole life on the edge, unwanted, unclaimed, and surviving in the shadows of Crescent Moon Pack. A omega by blood and an outcast by choice, she’s learned to keep her head down and her scars hidden. But when her dying uncle asks her to enroll at Blackclaw Academy, a school built on bloodlines, brutality, and unforgiving rules..... she agrees. For him, not for herself.
She expected whispers. Glares. Even cruelty.
What she didn’t expect was Ronan Nightbane.

After being forced out of an orphanage at eighteen, Rose's life changes overnight when a billionaire mistakes her for his missing fiancée and coerces her into becoming his paid wife. Trapped in a dangerous web of deception, she assumes another woman's identity, only to become the target of powerful enemies. As shocking secrets about her past, a hidden twin, and a criminal family come to light, Rose finds herself torn between a possessive billionaire, his mysterious rival, and the childhood sweetheart she never forgot. To uncover the truth and survive, she must decide who to trust—and who deserves her heart.


"No!!!” I screamed as the stranger pushed me against the wall. “Oh no! Please come to a stop! This was a mistake!" But the more I attempted to get out of his grasp, the tighter it became. I had no idea why he was so angry with me; his eyes were burning with fire.
He growled behind my ears, "I warned you. No one can escape my realm, not even the most precious woman like you." He began kissing me hard, punishing me by ripping off my clothes. "Lily, did you hear me right?"
"I am not Lily!! I'm Rose!” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I screamed my name, trembling.
Yes. Rose was the only name I knew; my frail identity was established in the isolation of the orphanage. Childhood was a jumble of hurt and abandonment, so I clung to memories of William, my light of love and hope. But now, faced with the wrath of a stranger who mistook me for another, survival in this harsh world appeared more difficult than ever.

When truth is deadlier than lies, can love survive?

Sixteen years of hidden life shattered in one blood-soaked dawn. Amelia watched her guardian die to save her, only to learn a devastating truth in his final breath—the man who raised her wasn't her father, but the killer of her real parents.

When the mysterious and dangerous Alpha Therian snatches her from death's grip, Amelia thinks she's found salvation. Instead, she enters another cage: sold to Alpha Therian, enslaved for three years.


Therian has secrets of his own. The ruthless Wolf King needs a mate to solidify his rule, and Amelia, the last heir of a lost Alpha bloodline, is his perfect choice. A fake engagement. A deadly bargain: she plays his fiancée, and he reveals the truth about her parents' murder.

But when hatred transforms into desire, when enemies become lovers, when shadows from the past threaten to destroy everything—can she trust the man who is both her salvation and possibly her greatest enemy?

Five years of marriage. Elara found a cardiac compatibility report in her husband Damian's study. Only then did she realize that Damian Montgomery — the youngest Italian mafia don in history — had loved her and cherished her all these years for one sole purpose: to transplant her heart into the woman he truly loved, Vivian.

Damian coldly gripped her jaw. "Vivian's condition has worsened. The surgery is set for one month from now. Don't worry — I'll find you the best burial plot, and I'll make sure your family is well provided for. You need to understand: if it weren't for your heart, you never could have become my wife, never could have become Mrs. Montgomery. You've enjoyed years of a lavish life. Now it's time to give something back."

Even the son she had raised with her own hands screamed at her: "Why won't you just die? If you die, your heart can go to Vivian! I want Vivian to be my mom!"

Elara fell apart. But she was not completely broken.

She slipped the divorce agreement into a stack of contracts that needed Damian's signature. He didn't read closely. He signed. Now, she was free.

Elara accepted the offer — Top Jewelry Appraiser, a seven-figure annual salary. She gave herself one month to say goodbye to the five years she had lost. She withdrew from Damian's life and Caleb's life, little by little, until nothing of her remained.

Until that night, when Damian watched helplessly as a bullet tore through her shoulder and she plunged into the freezing waters of the Atlantic.

"No! Elara! You are not allowed to die!"

In that moment, Damian finally understood — somewhere across those five years, he had already fallen in love with Elara. And a certain truth he had always believed in reversed itself after Elara walked away.

He had been wrong. Catastrophically wrong. Wrong from the very beginning. This proud, noble, and ruthless mafia don was consumed by remorse, and vowed to spend the rest of his life in atonement — to win back Elara, who had lost every last shred of faith in him.

"Elara, I'm begging you. Come back. Come back to me and Caleb."

"Mommy, I'm sorry. Please don't abandon me."

When Elara — now an international figure, admired and adored by countless people — comes face to face once again with the man she once loved with all her heart, and the son who once wished her dead, what choice will she make?

After a brief appearance at a birthday celebration, Ayra Carter's life took a drastic turn when the famous billionaire's heir chose her to be his new mum...
"I like you a lot so you have to come home with me and be my new mummy." Arya's heart warmed as she stared at the cute little boy in front of her...
"Cutie... Why don't you pick again?... I'm about to get married."
"My son chose you and that's final! Become his mum!"
A loud authoritative voice broke into the room...
Now what??
Not him!
Mr Kyle Anderson! The man who doesn't take no for an answer...

His hand tightens around my wrists above my head. “This pretty dripping pussy of yours. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is fucking begging me. But maybe you’re soaked and needy because of his fangs.” He slaps my pussy. Hard.

I cry. “Ahhhh! No!” I let out a whimper, then a moan.

Earlier, of fucking course yes, but now, it’s just for him. But if I come to think about Griffin’s fangs—

Aemon opens my pussy lips with his long fingers at an obscene angle. I curl my toes. Oh, Goddess, oh Goddess!

I’m so wet! “Griffin—I mean—Your brother means nothing to me.” I whimper.

But as soon as I say his brother’s name I know it is the wrong thing to say.

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To vampires, blood is everything.

When it stops flowing, so do you.

Blake is human. Offered like cattle by the very pack that raised her.

But the moment her blood touches Griffin’s tongue, the Vampire Leader knows—she is his fated mate.

There is only one problem: his brother wants her too. And he’s not willing to let go.

For two years of their secret marriage, Alyia’s greatest identity was never Daniel’s Luna of the Sterling Group, but the group’s youngest vice‑president.
She stood behind Daniel, handling every messy problem the arrogant Alpha refused to face. Everyone knew that Daniel, Sterling’s heir, harbored a long‑time beloved woman in his heart — her name was Della.
Yet no one realized that the woman who had stayed by Daniel’s side for two years was none other than his own Luna.
Because Daniel had told her in person once:
“This marriage is nothing but a Moon Goddess Contract. There is no need for the whole world to know about it.”
Alyia had believed him. She thought that if she tried hard enough, Daniel would truly fall in love with her one day.
That changed at a banquet, when she heard Daniel say to everyone present with her own ears:
“Alyia? She only covets Sterling’s power and wealth. Without me, she is nothing.”
In that instant, it dawned on her. All her desperate efforts to prove she was worthy of Daniel meant nothing to him. To his eyes, she was merely a gold‑digger clinging to a wealthy family.
When Daniel had let her down for the ninety‑ninth time, Alyia finally gave up.
She did not weep, confront him, or pick a fight. She simply placed the divorce papers quietly before him.
“Daniel, this time, I truly don’t want you anymore.”
But the proud Alpha only stared at her coldly.
“If you are using divorce to get my attention, you have succeeded. Now end this farce.”
Alyia looked at him and suddenly smiled. She gave a slight nod.
“Very well. As you wish.”
Then she vanished. No explanations, no goodbyes. She never even told Daniel that the savior he had spent more than a decade searching for was not Della’s elder sister — it had always been her.
Then came the car accident. Daniel watched as the woman who had once always stood behind him never emerged from the wreckage.
Only then did he understand: what he had lost was not merely his Luna, but Alyia, the only person in this world who had ever truly loved him.
From that day onward, the unruly Alpha searched for her like a man driven mad. He was ready to cast aside all his pride, if only he could hear her say one line:
“Daniel, I’m still here.”
But no answer ever came.
Three years later, the woman everyone presumed dead reappeared before him.
Only this time, she was no longer his Luna. She was someone he could never hope to deserve.

I thought I was losing my mind. The first time I heard Alexei's voice in my head—his fear, his guilt, his whispered confession that he was hiding something monstrous—I told myself it was just the pills playing tricks on my memory.
But when I followed that voice into the forest and watched him shift into a massive black wolf beneath the full moon, I knew the truth: the man I loved was a werewolf. And worse, he claimed I was his fated mate.
I was just a journalism student, a girl with no friends and a past I couldn't remember.
My twin sister died protecting me from the woman who called herself our mother. The drugs I was fed since childhood stole my memories, making me believe I was a killer.
Now Alexei wants to save me, to claim me as his Luna, but his world is built on secrets and ancient prophecies.
The necklace he gave me, the Midnight Fire, won't leave my skin. It merged with my body, awakened visions I can't explain, and branded me as something called a Guardian.
The Alpha Council fears what I might become.
Ava, the woman who wants Alexei's throne, will do anything to destroy me.
And the Crystal Moon Pack holds the answers to the prophecy that could seal my fate.
Alexei swore he would burn the world to keep me safe, but how can he protect me from a past I don't remember and a future I never chose? When my forgotten sins and his hidden world collide, can our bond survive the truth that binds us, or will the very love that saved me become the monster that tears us both apart?

“I kiss you when I want to,” he murmured against my ear, his voice rough enough to send a shiver down my spine. “I fuck you when I want to. So don’t make the mistake of denying me again.”


Evelyn Jonas was the definition of perfection… top of her class, straight A student, and captain of the college cheerleading squad. Her future was already mapped out: graduation, a dream job, and a life every girl envied.

Until one night changed everything.

One invitation. One party. One blackout she can’t explain.
And she wakes up drenched in the blood of one of the most influential hockey players on campus.

Within hours, Evelyn’s perfect life collapses.
Within days, she’s convicted.
Within a month, she’s sentenced to prison with no chance of parole.

Until Him

Adrian Rossi… one of the most feared and deadly Mafia lords in Italy walks out of prison after six years with nothing left but vengeance. His sister is dead, and the only family he had left—his nephew, the child she entrusted to him—was taken from him under suspicious circumstances.

And now he has a name to blame.

Evelyn Jonas.

But Adrian doesn’t come for her with bullets first. He comes with a plan.

Disguised as her court-appointed lawyer, he is the man holding her fragile freedom in his hands.

Evelyn has no idea that the person who got her out of prison is the same man plotting her ruin.

And Adrian Rossi doesn’t believe in mercy.

She was born to lead—but first, she must survive the betrayal.

Cast out by her pack. Rejected by her fated mate. Forced into an unwanted bond with the Alpha of a rival clan, Luna Belle thought her story ended in heartbreak. Branded as cursed and sold like a traitor, she’s banished to a life of silence.

But Luna is no ordinary wolf.

Hidden deep within her blood lies a secret power, one even she doesn’t fully understand—until the Luna Trials begin, and her magic awakens with a vengeance.

Now, as rival packs clash over territory and lies, Luna must fight for her place, her heart, and her future. Along the way, she’ll face deadly tests, forbidden love, and a second chance at the mate who once shattered her soul. But trust is a luxury she can’t afford—not when the same pack that betrayed her may be hiding the truth about her cursed bloodline.

She was the quiet one.

They made her the weapon.

And now, at twenty-one, she’s coming back to destroy the kingdom that broke her.

Eline, a philosophy major, and a secret werecat, is caught off guard when Draken Gallagher, the campus playboy and her self-proclaimed nemesis, suddenly takes a keen interest in her. The twist? Draken is a werewolf.

—

"I'm interested in you, Eline," his straightforwardness caught me off guard, and I felt my heart stop beating. It felt like I had been knocked out of breath. "I like you and my wolf and I want to get to know you better…"

I was speechless.

He paused, studying my reaction, and then spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "Eline, there's something about you that I can't quite explain. You stir something in me, something my wolf doesn't understand."

"I also can't quite explain why the campus playboy is interested in me all of a sudden? Besides, Draken, aren't wolves supposed to be natural predators of cats? So why's your wolf interested in me? I don't get it at all."

"That's what I don't understand also, Eline. I don't understand why my wolf has taken a sudden interest in a cat."

"Try questioning it," I said.

Draken laughed, stepping even more closer to me. He was invading my personal space and for some reason, I didn't seem to mind it. He brushed a bit of my hair from my eyes, lowering his voice to a whisper as he spoke. "As a werecat, does your cat exist as a mind of its own?"

"No. Why do you ask?" I was forced to hold my breath with how close he was. I knew inhaling his scent would do things to me…to my body.

Draken smiled softly, his eyes reflecting a hint of mischief. "As for werewolves, their wolves exist as another entity. My wolf being attracted to you is what makes this so intriguing. My wolf, Grey, can't figure it out either. He just knows that he wants to mark you as his own, to claim you as his mate."

they tried to hide their past from her, but of course your past always comes running back- haunting you and reminding you of everything that you did wrong.
••
The truth behind Jake Collins intentions were hidden. A dark soul that only wanted vengeance, not caring whom he hurt in the end and the repercussions.

Faye Lacuna, was the chosen one. The one he would use and pretend to love, just to get to her father. The one that he would hurt to no end, even if he loved her.

"Take off the dress," his voice was low, commanding and dangerous.

My heart thudded in my chest. "Sir Diego...?"

His eyes bore into mine hungrily, raw and deadly." The moment I slept with you in that club, your body became mine.

"You can’t do this," I whispered, trembling. "I’m.."

"Ellie’s little sister?" He stood slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. "She never told me you were this... breathtaking."

His fingers brushed my jaw, rough yet delicate. "The moment i had you under my skin, I stopped caring if you were my wife's sister.

I should’ve run. I should’ve screamed.

But all I could do… was breathe his name.
"Diego..."

After her father’s empire crumbled and her mother fell gravely ill, Lyla Reynolds was forced into a life she never imagined, working at an exclusive club to survive. She kept her head down, heart closed, and secrets buried.

Until one night, a mysterious VIP client paid $10 million just to have her.

Nervous and shaken, Lyla stepped into the dimly lit hotel suite, unaware that everything was about to change.

The man sitting in that room wasn’t a stranger.

He was my sister’s husband.

"You want me to teach your son... manners?"
"Not son... Grandsons."

Vivian Ashby just graduated high school — with no college plans, no family, and enough debt to last a lifetime. While her friends head off to universities and bright futures, she’s stuck working dead-end jobs trying to survive.

That is, until three dangerously entitled men ruin her life in one night....But she bites back....
And then their grandfather offers her a deal.

Teach his grandsons some discipline — shape them into the men fit to inherit the Falcone empire — and in return, he’ll pay off her debts, cover her college tuition, and give her a place to live.

It sounds insane.
It is.

Because his grandsons aren’t boys — they’re powerful, merciless men finishing grad school with too much influence and not enough conscience:

Finn — the reckless charmer who never met a rule he couldn’t break.

Sebastian — the quiet one with dangerous eyes and secrets even darker.

Kade — the coldest of them all, cruel, calculating… and the one who’s been watching her the longest.

Now she’s living under their roof — caught in a twisted game of dominance, secrets, and temptation. They don’t want her there.

But they might be exactly what she needs to survive.

Content Warning: This is a dark romance with themes of obsession, primal play, secret societies, mental health struggles, and one unforgettable threesome.

Selene had given everything, her loyalty, her strength, her heart, to the mate she trusted, only to watch him bring another woman into their home and declare she carried his child. The woman Selene once saved, now mocking her, flaunting her place where Selene once stood.

Stripped of her home, humiliated, and left alone in the cold night, Selene must confront a world that no longer belongs to her. Will she crumble under the weight of betrayal, or rise from the ashes and reclaim everything that was stolen from her?

"They said you killed him.”
“I did.”
“And the girl who tried to save you?”
“She died too… because I didn’t stop playing.”

"And you died once. Didn’t that teach you something?”
“Yes. That some lives aren’t worth reliving.”

When Elara Vance, a world-class tennis prodigy, dies after a betrayal, she wakes up three years earlier before everything went wrong.

But this time, life wasn’t how she remembered. The orphanage had given up her adoption to someone else, and they seemed desperate to marry her off to the very man she once sworn to kill.

Filled with vengeance, Elara vows to reclaim her title, her pride, and destroy everyone who once watched her fall, anyone who stands in her way.

But her greatest obstacle isn’t her rivals, it's her heart. Because the man she despises most might not be who he seems, and the deeper she digs, the truth takes a dark turn.

I knew three things about him:
He wore a mask.
He never spoke in public.
And he never, ever lost a match.

They call him The Phantom, the undefeated underground wrestling god, No one knows a thing about him except he was a son of a legendary wrestler, I was supposed to stay far away, he ruined my life without him knowing.
I stayed far from him
Until I was forced to be his PR crisis Manager, a man I very well hated, for destroying my family, but that was not enough when i was forced to marry him.
the very same monster, i have been running away from.
But the marriage come with unexpected surprises, things aren’t what they seemed
My husband wants me but he plays dirty. And the deeper I fall into his brutal grip, the more I crave the pain, the power, and the man underneath the mask.
He says I’m his weakness.
But I just might be his downfall.
And in a world where losing isn't an option, loving him could ruin us both

At 2:47 AM, half-asleep, I made the biggest mistake of my life—I posted my forty-seventh secret love letter to the anonymous school forum instead of deleting it.
Even crazier? Star pitcher Caleb Sullivan found me in the cafeteria the next day, got down on one knee in front of everyone, and asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought I was living in a dream.
Until Mom told me she was getting married.
When her fiancé walked in with his son, I saw Caleb standing in our doorway—face white as a sheet, eyes wild with panic.
First love. Boyfriend. Stepbrother.
He said Mom and I were gold diggers scheming our way into his family. By Monday, he had his arm around the cheer captain, destroying my reputation in front of the entire school and turning me into the biggest joke at Seacliff High.
Just when I thought I'd drown, Zane Knight—the transfer everyone whispered about—found me in the abandoned art room.
He crouched down, those black eyes cutting right through me: "Crying won't change a damn thing, Daphne Pierce."
Brutal, guarded, but the only person who'd looked at me like I was still human.
As he walked away, something buried deep in my memory suddenly surfaced—that voice, the angle of his jaw...
Had we met before?

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.

At our engagement party, my fiancé's first love confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone.
Without a second thought, he shoved me aside and ran after her, leaving me to be hit by a car.
While I was in the hospital, he brought her into our home and forced me to eat food I was allergic to.
Most absurd of all, he personally sent me to the operating table so I could give her my kidney.
She tortured my cat to death, and all he said was, "It was just a cat."
The day I decided to leave the country, he thought I had died in a plane crash. Then he got into a car accident and lost his memory, remembering only the version of us at eighteen—when we were in love.
Too bad some scars never fade.

My fiancé has tried to kill me seventeen times.

Everyone says I'm cursed by the Moon Goddess. Five years, seventeen mating ceremonies—all ending in blood.

An eagle's talons through my spine. Poisoned wine that stopped my heart. Ritual flames that charred my skin. Each time, I survived. Each time, Kael Silverblade held my hand and swore it was fate's cruelty, not his.

I believed him.

Until the seventeenth time.

Blood moon. Three assassins. Nine bone blades cutting precise lines across my body—missing every vital organ, maximizing the pain. I writhed on the sacred stones, screaming until my voice broke.

Three days later, still wrapped in bandages, I heard him talking to his lieutenant outside the healing den.

"Lord Silverblade, she almost died this time. Maybe we should—"

"No." Kael's voice was ice. "Her brother saved my life. My grandfather swore a blood debt—a mating bond to repay it. But goddammit, I love Vira. I've always loved Vira. Not her."

Silence.

"Keep the accidents coming," he said. "As long as she won't let go, we keep going. She'll break eventually. She has to."

I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face.

Seventeen times. Not curses. Not fate.

Him.

The male I'd loved since I was sixteen.

But here's what Kael doesn't know—this time, he finally wins.

I won't survive the next full moon.

When my parents forced me to donate my organs to my sister, I didn't refuse or run away. I just quietly signed the surgical consent forms, willingly giving my kidney to Vivienne, their beloved daughter.

A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.

When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.

When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.

My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.

Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."

But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.

Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.

I'm Nora. Size 18. Transferred to my fourth school in four years. And on my very first day, the hottest guy in class leaned over and told me my seat had a weight limit.
That was Ethan Cross. Lacrosse captain, sharp jaw, zero empathy. He made it his personal mission to remind me I was fat — in the hallway, at lunch, in gym class, wherever he could get a laugh.
Then I found his sketchbook.
He'd left it open in the art room. I should've walked away. I didn't. I turned the page, and there I was — my body, my face, my hands — drawn over and over like he couldn't stop.
None of it was a joke. None of it was ugly.
So what the hell am I supposed to do with that?

I won the championship at the sailing regatta, only to watch my arch-rival smash my trophy into a thousand pieces.

"Sienna's nothing but a homewrecker! She doesn't deserve squat!"

Cindy—my defeated opponent—stood there in front of the entire school, accusing me of sleeping my way to the top. According to her, I'd seduced some sponsor to steal the win.

"Are you out of your damn mind? You lost. Deal with it!"

"Lost? Oh honey, that's rich coming from someone who cheated her way to the finish line!"

I almost laughed at her pathetic meltdown—until she whipped out a photo of me on a yacht.

"Take a good look, bitch! That's my father you were screwing!"

The woman in the picture? Definitely me.

The man beside me? She just called him "dad."

What. The. Fuck.

Since when do I have a goddamn half-sister?

"Wait, she's YOUR mate?" Mark asked, "That's...wow... I did not see that coming..."
"WHO did that to her?!" Andres asked again, still staring at the girl.
Her injuries were darkening with the passing of each minute.
Her skin even seemed paler in comparison to the deep browns and purples.

"I called the doctor over. You think it's internal bleeding?"
Stace addressed Alex but looked back to Lita, "She was fine, I mean flustered and bruised but fine, ya know. And then boom, she was passing out. Nothing we did would wake her up..."

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHO DID THIS TO HER?!"
Cole's eyes shifted deep red, "It's not your fucking concern! Is she YOUR mate now?!"
"See that's what I mean, if she'd had THAT man protecting her, maybe this wouldn't have happened," Stace yelled, tossing her arms into the air.
"Stacey Ramos, you will address your Alpha with his due respect, are we clear?"
Alex growled, icy blue eyes glaring at her.
She nodded quietly.
Andres also lowered his head slightly, showing submission, "Of course she's not my mate Alpha, however..."
"However, what, Delta?!"

"At the moment, you haven't rejected her. That would make her our Luna..."

After her brother's sudden death, Lita picks up her life and moves to Stanford, CA, the last place he lived. She's desperate to cut ties with her toxic family and her toxic ex, who happens to follow her straight to Cali. Consumed with guilt and losing her battle with depression, Lita decides to join the same fight club her brother belonged to. She's looking for an escape but what she finds instead is life-changing when men start turning into wolves. (Mature content & erotica) Follow the writer on Instagram @the_unlikelyoptimist

“I’m a damn Duchess...Well...Sort of”


Alexandra Batiste is a strong willed young woman who just graduated from high school. She never made friends in school despite being breathtakingly beautiful and had a charming personality. She never understood everyone's natural aversion to her until she found out the secret her family had kept from her. Will this secret threaten to ruin her life or will it set her on a path to destiny where love and danger lie?

"I need him off of me! Why did I let him touch me?" She collapses onto the floor and rests her head against the tile. "Why doesn't anyone who is good ever want me?"
I reach over and lightly touch the bruise on her neck.
"This isn't your fault, Alicia."
"It is."
"No. Wanting to be held and touched and to feel good... that's nothing to be ashamed about. It's a basic need to want to feel affection...to feel good. But how did he do it was wrong. You don't need to feel dirty. A decent man wouldn't use your body or any woman's body to degrade her."
I kiss the bruises on her arms and kiss the bruise on her hip.
"I would never."


On the surface, 28-year-old Alicia Johnson has it all. A successful advertising agency, a penthouse in Manhattan, and everything she could possibly want at her disposal.
She also has a secret addiction resulting from years of abuse from her rich and powerful parents.
When her company snags an important account with a prestigious law firm, Alicia finds herself drawn to the dark and mysterious Jonathan Hutchinson Jr., son of legal extraordinaire John Hutchinson.
But Jonathan has a secret of his own, he is also an addict who is fighting demons of his past.
As Alicia and Jonathan’s worlds unravel, their love is tested by old wounds, destructive habits, and the painful truths they've both tried to bury.
When past secrets are revealed, they soon find themselves heading on a downward spiral of self destruction. Will their love for eachother be enough to pull them from rock bottom? Or will they lose everything?

On the worst day of her life, Sarah Davis loses everything—her surgical residency, her home, and her dignity.
Driven out by her adoptive mother and sexually harassed by her boss, she stumbles into a seedy bar, desperate to drown her sorrows. There she meets Alex: sharp, devastatingly handsome, and impossibly charming.
What starts as a wild one-night stand blossoms into a tender, almost surreal romance—art galleries, riverside walks, and whispered promises that feel too perfect to be real. But when Alex vanishes without a word after a morning of gentle intimacy, Sarah is left with a hollow ache and a creeping doubt.
Their encounter was no accident. Behind Alex's blue eyes and skilled touch lies a darkness far deeper than she ever imagined—and the love that burned so bright may come with a price that could destroy her.

"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"One that involves you not screaming."

★★★★★
I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.
Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.
And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.

Zane Mercer.

The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.

One impossible offer.
One desperate bet.
One night that changed everything.

Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.
When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.
But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.

What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.
What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.
And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.
They say some men are too dangerous to love.
They're right.
But I was never good at following warnings.


This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.
This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.

Amelia's honey hole was already wet and had become a swamp, and the penis outside it almost effortlessly, with a slight effort, half of the meat stick was inserted into Amelia's honey hole.


Amelia used to be Oliver's lover. She thought that by escaping Oliver's world, she could start a new life, but she ran into him again at an upscale club in New York. At this point, Amelia had a new boyfriend, Lucas, and Oliver's appearance shattered her peace.
What could she do? Run as far away from him as possible, or stay and try to resist him?

"Who are you, Sebastian?"

"I think I can ask the same. Where did you come from, Anastasia?"

As soon as the last syllable escapes my lips, we find ourselves interlocked in a kiss. Knowing my full attention, I stop to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this, Anastasia?"

"The only thing I'm sure of is the way you are making me feel."

Unable to contain myself, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. For the first time in over two hundred years, I am kissing a mortal woman. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take.

"What are we doing, Sebastian?"

"Anastasia, let me show you.”

Vampire Master, Sebastian Belmont, has been carved to perfection for over two hundred years. Drawn to danger, he dangles his fingers in all that is supernatural and has great power beyond compare. Ruthless, yet charming, he rules his empire with an iron fist.

With a line of scorned ex-lovers left behind, this charming Vampire is set to cross paths with Anastasia Santi.

Anastasia Santi is a young girl that has great aspirations and desires all the things, the love, and the fulfillment that she dreamed of as a child. She is strong-willed and always finds herself in some sort of trouble she needs saving from.

Though one fateful night, Sebastian crosses the line and sets his life in a new direction. A destiny toward a great legacy and to all things that goes bump in the night.

But the ultimate sacrifice lies at the end…

Hannah, an angel of God, meets Garin, a demon from hell while on an assignment on Earth. They didn't like each other at first but later, they fell in love.

God and The Devil were angry and disapproved of their union and as punishment, stripped them of their power, immortality, and potency and cast them away to the Earth to live as mortals.

Centuries passed but the lovers' bond was so strong that it lived on throughout multiple lifetimes as they both were reincarnated and reunited every generation.

The lovers meet again in the 21st century and their love attempts to be rekindled but the Devil makes a bet with God that whichever of them breaks the cycle of the love chain between their creations would dominate both heaven and hell.

Will either God or Lucifer succeed in breaking the cycle of the lovers' chain OR will their love prove to be too strong?

His green eyes lengthened as he pulled me close, "Where else did he touch you?" His voice hardened and I shivered.
“Stop, He..”
He pressed his lips against mine before I could finish my statement.
“You're soaking wet for me baby. Do you feel this way about him too? Does his touch make you this wet?" He growled I could feel the anger in his voice.
“Listen to me little mouse.” His voice was cold, his green eyes pierced into mine with an intensity that made me shudder.
“You are mine alone.” He nipped on my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin. “You don't let anyone else touch you okay?”
We shouldn't be doing this. He didn't love me and I was just one of many girls caught in his web. Worse still, he was my Stepbrother.


Love is anything but expected...

Ryan Jenkins is the school's ultimate heartthrob and captain of the basketball team with a charm that leaves girls swooning. Haunted by a tragedy from his past, he views love as a game- one where hearts are mere toys to be tossed with. He’s spent his life steering clear of anything resembling love. But when his father remarries, he's suddenly faced with a new challenge—his stepsister. Being in close proximity to her ignites something he’s never felt, a dangerous spark that threatens to consume the world he’s built.

Violet Blake is your typical good girl—a straight-A student, a shy bookworm, and utterly inexperienced when it comes to love. Moving in with her mom and new stepfamily was supposed to be a fresh start. She never expected her stepbrother to be Ryan Jenkins, the most popular and alluring guy at school. With every interaction, Ryan keeps her on edge, leaving her struggling to protect her heart. The more she tries to stay away, the deeper she falls for the one person she knows she shouldn't desire...