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“Aren't you a hooker that anyone could on top of you with money?”
When they met, he became her guest in room...

Not long after I transferred to this school, I became the bullies’ favorite target.
They didn’t like how quiet I was or how pale I looked, so they casually slapped me with a nickname: “vampire.”
It started with shoves in the hallway and jeers in the classroom, escalated to messing with my drink, then stuffing trash into my locker.
They treated my silence as permission and wrapped every provocation in the same excuse: “Just a joke.”
Until that night, when humiliation wasn’t enough. They lured me into a tiny storage room behind the auditorium—locked the door, killed the lights, set up a fixed camera—ready to strap me to a chair and film an “execution” video that would make sure I could never hold my head up at this school again.
What they didn’t know was that the nickname wasn’t a joke. It was the one time they got the truth right.
I really am a vampire.

Exiled to the wasteland by wife and children? No problem, I'll open an arms factory there.
Everything stolen by a rival? No worries, his technology is garbage I discarded seven years ago.
My ex-wife throws me a repairman's business card and demands my knees? Fine, see you at the military academy ceremony tomorrow.
Her son, dressed in his rival's "super armor," goes around showing off, only to be exposed in public by my ten-year-old son: "With a 0.7-second delay, an S-class mutant could kill you three times."
My rival brings his private army to capture me?
My wife leads a regular army, smashing the dome and descending from the sky: "Try touching my husband!"
My rival, cornered, releases the Abyss Mother Beast?
I pilot Zero Mech, one-shotting her.
My ex-wife kneels in the ruins, crying. I don't even glance at her.
Betrayed me? You don't deserve it.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

"Very entertaining. Highly recommended for the permanent library of any reader who appreciates a well-written mystery with twists and an intelligent plot. You will not be disappointed. Excellent way to spend a cold weekend!".--Books and Movie Reviews (regarding Murder in the Manor)SKEPTIC IN SALEM: AN EPISODE OF DEATH is Book #3 in a charming new cozy mystery series by bestselling author Fiona Grace, author of Murder in the Manor, a #1 Bestseller with over 100 five-star reviews (and a free download)!When Mia Bold, 30, learns that the pharmaceutical company she works for only cares about money, she quits on the spot, walking away from a high-powered career—and from her long-time boyfriend, who breaks up with her.With the podcast and TV show taking off, Mia’s career and life are finally starting to bloom again—when her uptight family makes an unexpected visit to Salem, to cast doubts on her passion and to urge her to return home.At the same time, Mia’s show must try to debunk a notoriously haunted house, now on the market for sale. Mia, unable to explain the phenomena, seems to have met her match—just as the real estate agent drops dead.Could this house be as insidious as it seems?Or might there be some other motive?A mesmerizing page-turner, packed with intrigue, mystery, romance, pets, food—and most of all, the supernatural—SKEPTIC IN SALEM is a cozy with a twist, one you will cherish as it has you fall in love with its main character and as it keeps you glued (and laughing) throughout the night.“The book had heart and the entire story worked together seamlessly that didn't sacrifice either intrigue or personality. I loved the characters - so many great characters! I can't wait to read whatever Fiona Grace writes next!”--Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)“Wow, this book takes off & never stops! I couldn't put it down! Highly recommended for those who love a great mystery with twists, turns, romance, and a long lost family member! I am reading the next book right now!” --Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)“This book is rather fast paced. It has the right blend of characters, place, and emotions. It was hard to put down and I hope to read the next book in the series.”--Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)

In my last life, for the spy I executed, she framed me for treason and injected me with the zombie virus herself.

I died in a dungeon—by the hand of the one I trusted most.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back before it all began.

This time I didn’t interfere. I watched coldly as she got scratched, handed the only dose of serum to the spy, and as the gates swung open and he finally showed his true face.

At last she believed me, kneeling in the dirt, begging for forgiveness.

I looked into her eyes as they clouded over. “I warned you in my last life. You didn’t believe me.”

This life, every blade she wanted for me—lands on her instead.

In the wasteland era, the soil is dead. Whoever can grow food is king.
In my last life, my brother gave me the spore we had nearly died to get, and the two of us awakened plant-growing powers together.
But every grain he grew was full and perfect, and the leader placed him on a pedestal; everything I grew was poisonous, and I was mercilessly cast out as worthless.
It wasn't until I died that I learned the truth: his power was never plant-growing, but transfer.
As long as he had eaten the spore, he could transfer away all the crops I grew.
When I got a second chance, I returned to the very day my so-called brother tried to shove the spore into my mouth.
This time, I slammed into him, knocked the spore to the ground, and crushed it under my foot.

SKEPTIC IN SALEM: AN EPISODE OF CRIME is Book #2 in a charming new cozy mystery series by bestselling author Fiona Grace, author of Murder in the Manor, a #1 Bestseller with over 100 five-star reviews (and a free download)!When Mia Bold, 30, learns that the pharmaceutical company she works for only cares about money, she quits on the spot, walking away from a high-powered career—and from her long-time boyfriend, who breaks up with her.With the podcast taking off, and with a romance brewing, Mia and the crew film the first episode of their new TV show, in the haunted house of one of the original Salem witches. Mia’s working hard to debunk the unexplained happenings—when suddenly, someone dies unexpectedly.Even worse—the suspicion falls on her.With her future at stake and her career and reputation on the line, Mia has no choice but to solve the inexplicable death. Could the cause be supernatural?A mesmerizing page-turner, packed with intrigue, mystery, romance, pets, food—and most of all, the supernatural—SKEPTIC IN SALEM is a cozy with a twist, one you will cherish as it has you fall in love with its main character and as it keeps you glued (and laughing) throughout the night.Book #3 in the series—AN EPISODE OF DEATH—is now also available!

“Do I really deserve this?”
Dr. Xavier Brown asked the void after the woman he loved smiled and shoved him off a rooftop.

He died a brilliant, betrayed genius… only to wake up as the worthless secondary character in a trashy web novel.

The pathetic live-in son-in-law.
The disposable husband.
The man scripted to be humiliated, divorced, and killed so the protagonists could shine.

Died once.
Refused to die again.

Armed with every humiliating page of his own doom, Xavier signs the divorce papers with a smirk, takes the money, and kicks the first death flag into the dirt.

But the story doesn’t let go so easily.

When he saves the mother of Isabella Voss, the novel’s ice-cold villainess, using medicine this world has never seen, she doesn’t destroy him.
She builds him a kingdom: a hospital with top-notch facilities, an empire of shadows, and a love that feels dangerously real.

Then the truth rips the script apart.

He isn’t Alexander Rodriguez.
He is Alexander Winchester, erased heir to a hidden mafia family, legendary assassin king, memory wiped and chained as a live-in dog by the very people who now call themselves heroes.

Six deadly sisters descend to reclaim him.
A ruthless CEO. A ghost hacker, an assassin trainer, a pharmaceutical prodigy, a public opinion goddess, and the youngest who sees what’s coming before it breathes.

With a system that evolves from cold machine to snarky partner in crime, Xavier walks two paths at once:

The Healer who rewrites life, and the Ruler who burns false fates to ash.

But Karma never dies, Damien and Sophie met with their consequences

Every betrayal returns.
Every death flag screams.

“Do I really deserve this?”

Xavier smiles, scalpel in one hand, shadow in the other.

This time the answer is yes.

“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

The chieftainess returned from the poisonous fog with a swollen belly.
She announced that she carried the child of a god—a child who would bring hope to the entire base.
Only I knew that what she bore was no divine offspring, but a demon that would devour every soul in the base.
Because in my previous life, I was the one it had gnawed to death, alive...

In the seventh year of her marriage, her husband’s ex girlfriend was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

To make up for his regrets, he took the woman traveling across mountains and seas, celebrated her birthday, stole his mother’s final painting for her, and forced his wife to hand over the token of their love.

He even took wedding photos with his ex and made vows with her in a church.
A lifetime together. Never to be apart.

In seven years of marriage, she had never seen her husband so gentle and attentive.

Even their own daughter wrapped her arms around the ex girlfriend’s waist and said reluctantly,
“She is prettier than Mom and more talented too. Why can’t she be my mom?”

Then she turned to her and screamed,
“Mom, I wish you were dead!”

At last, she chose to let them have what they wanted.

Leaving behind a divorce agreement, she walked away without looking back.
From that day on, she cut all ties with them.

Later—

She picked up her paintbrush again and stunned the world.

Her life should have been lonely, yet she unexpectedly found a sweet and thoughtful little angel who cared only about her.

One stormy night, outside her door, a man and a child knelt in the pouring rain.

Her ex husband was full of regret, and her daughter’s eyes were red.

“I was wrong. Please come back.”
“Mom… please don’t abandon me…”

She stood beneath the porch when a tall, noble man pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she could barely breathe.

Smiling faintly, he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“Sir, if you keep coveting my wife, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Drake," I whispered urgently, trying to push against his chest. "Someone's outside."
"Let them hear," he growled, pushing deeper inside me.
I gasped, the sensation overwhelming my resistance.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely audible. "Not like this. Too deep. There's someone—"
"Let them know who you belong to," Drake said, his pace increasing.
The phone on his desk rang, shrill and demanding. Drake's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Answer it," he commanded, never breaking his rhythm.
"What? I can't—"
He reached over and hit the speaker button, his other hand still gripping my hip with bruising force.
"Mr. Stone's office," I managed to say, fighting to keep my voice steady while he continued to move inside me.
"Elsa?" Kayla's concerned voice filled the room. "We're all waiting in the conference room. It's been fifteen minutes past the scheduled time."
Drake's eyes locked with mine as he continued to move inside me, daring me to give us away.
"I'm—" "I'm sorry, Kayla. We're just... finishing up some important... matters."

Elsa Hale is an Omega repeatedly torn apart by fate. Under the rigid hierarchy of the Obsidian Pack, her existence is like dust in the shadows—despised, exploited, yet never truly seen. Her mother suffers from silver poisoning, with expensive treatments tightening around their throats like a noose. And Drake Stone, the cold-blooded Alpha of the Obsidian Pack, binds her to his side for ten years with a contract: he grants her protection, yet strips away her dignity; he possesses her body, yet rejects her soul.

"You're just my temporary companion, Elsa," his golden eyes burn into her skin in the darkness, "don't expect anything more."

Yet when Elsa curls up on her apartment floor, her fingertips brushing over her flat abdomen, she still thinks of that unborn child. Now, Drake has publicly chosen another woman. In the tenth year of the contract, Elsa runs away. Drake, belatedly realizing his love, can he ever win her back?

"Noah, we can't..."

"Can't what?"
"Someone will come."
"No one can access this elevator now."
"Are you going to help me 'cool down,' Emma?"

I never imagined a three-year contract marriage would destroy and rebuild my entire world.

My name is Emma Wells, and I sold myself into marriage to save my father. Noah York—cold, brilliant, untouchable—needed a wife to protect his "white moonlight" Lucy Manning's public image. I knew the rules: play the loving wife in public, stay invisible in private, walk away when the contract expired.

But what happens when you fall for a man who can't—or won't—love you back?

When Lucy returned from Europe, everything changed. She wanted Noah. She wanted me gone. And she was willing to poison me to get what she wanted.

Then I discovered I was pregnant. With Noah's child. The one complication our contract never anticipated.

Should I tell him the truth and risk losing everything? Or disappear before he could reject me and our baby?

But Noah wasn't who I thought he was. Neither was I.

My "rescue" thirteen years ago? A lie. My parents? Not my real family. The mysterious savior I called "Z"? Closer than I ever imagined.

My name is Emma Wells York. And this is how I learned that sometimes, the most dangerous deal you make is with your own heart.

Everyone says Etienne Beaumont, the patriarch of the Beaumont empire, is the living definition of cold, stoic detachment. He is my legal guardian, the relentless architect of my rhythmic gymnastics career, and the strict authority figure I spent years resenting. I believed he cared for nothing but order and control—until I stumbled upon a yellowed photograph and a long-buried medical report.
It turns out he wasn't always a cold-blooded businessman. He was "Apex-001," the legendary racing myth who once ruled the European tracks. The right leg that aches every time it rains wasn't a mark of age, but the price he paid to pull me from the twisted, fiery wreckage of a horrific crash years ago. He traded his glory for my life.
"Etienne, why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice breaking.
He stroked my hair with a tenderness that shattered my heart, his voice low and steady: "Elena, I taught you to leap and fly so you could reach the stars, not so you would look back at old scars."
He sacrificed a lifetime of brilliance for my safety. Now, defying the whispers of the world, he takes my hand in the light of day. Leaning down to press a kiss to the charm on my ankle, his gaze burns with the resolve of a racer at the finish line: "Since you know the truth, I won't hide it anymore. For the rest of my life, I will be your one and only—exclusive navigator."

I was sixteen when my biological father dragged me from our Montana ranch back to his East Coast mansion. Welcome party? My half-brother Brandon pointed at my face in the cafeteria and sneered, "Trash from the farm!"

I slapped him. Hard. His cheek bloomed red.

"Girls can't possibly understand baseball tactics," he spat, trying to save face. "If you can even make the team, I'll do whatever you say."

Deal.

The day those thugs cornered me in the alley, I took down twenty-something of them solo. Lucas Winston—team captain, heir to a financial empire, top of our class—just stood there watching, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "Would you come save me? Even in another state?"

"I would. But not because you're asking like this."

Grandpa Jack's voice crackled over the phone: "Your combat skills, your tactical mind—they can all translate to baseball. It's your only way out."

With my grades scraping the bottom, athletic recruitment was my only shot at college. That bet? My burning bridge.

But Lucas became a problem. He got too close, his control issues suffocating. After graduation, I ran. Thought I could escape him.

One semester later, he showed up at my club entrance: "I turned down Yale."

I swept his legs and pinned him to the mat, lips brushing his ear: "You're my prey now."

Will I win the bet? Will that empire heir learn to let go?
And when some fool insults me on a Thai island, Lucas's eyes turn ice-cold:
"Yacht wager. Loser jumps and feeds the sharks."

“Not so fast, carrot head. The party just started,” Alex said. “You're like a little pest… why are we always drawn to you?” Austin asked.
“I sure am,” Alex smiled. Now I was sandwiched between them, my heart racing so fast I felt like I was going to pass out.
“Leave me alone!” I screamed and tried to run. But I was trapped. Before I realized it, Austin crashed his lips into mine. My mind almost exploded. I had never kissed anyone before.
I felt Alex, who was behind me, shove his hand beneath my chest, cupping my breast with his large hand while he moaned. I fought with all my might.
What was going on? Why were they doing this? Didn't they hate me?


Stormi, once a nobody-wants omega, found herself at the center of a tale spun by the moon goddess.Four notorious wolves known for their bad-boy antics and her bullies, were destined to be her mates.

In a world where gods are worshipped, feared, and quietly doubted, ancient legends still walk among mortals.

Xyra, a nimble thief surviving in the shadowy backstreets, believes her fate has finally turned when she steals a heavy purse from a solitary traveler. Little does she know, she has just pickpocketed Magnus Coleman, the most dangerous sorcerer in the land.

Magnus is not just a demon hunter; he is a man burdened with secrets and a heavy purpose, whispered about in hushed tones. He is on a quest for the long-lost Lazufeer talismans—artifacts older than kingdoms, said to hold the power to alter destiny itself and even challenge the gods.

Determined to follow him, Xyra is driven by greed but soon realizes that this journey is about more than just survival; it’s about the rewriting of fate. As they traverse cursed lands, ruined cities, and battlefields haunted by monsters and ancient sins, they find themselves pursued by cultists, warlords, and forces that defy comprehension.

In this chase, Xyra discovers that some treasures come at a cost far greater than gold. If the Lazufeer talismans are found, the world will not just change—it will be rewritten. And in the wrong hands, even the gods themselves may fall. As the line between myth and reality blurs, she must navigate the storm of destiny to carve out her own path in this battle for belief and survival.

I didn't look up until I was done packing, then I clutched my suitcase and looked at him. He glared so hard at me, so hard that I feared he was going to do something again. His eyes were cold and I knew he was fighting so hard to keep the anger just beneath the surface. But I had made up my mind. I was leaving. I couldn't stay here any longer, not like this.

"I can't believe you're doing this," he growled. "You think you can just walk out on me? On this marriage?"

"I'm not doing this because I want to, Derek. I'm doing this because I have to. You don't care about me, about Lily. You never have."

Sofia is an eighteen-year-old who has been bullied and tortured her whole life. When she realized that her only hope of going through school was to attend a school only for boys, she took a bold step and cut her hair to look like a boy and got into Blairwood Academy.

She has to try her best to make sure nobody finds out her real identity, or she would be kicked out. But it's difficult to hide it, especially from her roommate, Scott Blackwood, an icy nineteen-year-old who she always managed to get on his bad side.

At a lavish dinner, a billionaire with a net worth of four billion embraced my ex-wife and slapped five thousand yuan in my face: "Kneel down, kiss her shoes, and then get out of here."
The entire audience of celebrities burst into laughter, while the ex-wife's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Without even lifting my eyelids, I dialed a number in front of everyone: "I'm going to bankrupt one person. Execution level: nuclear bomb."
They laughed at me for pretending to be crazy.
Three minutes later, the entire nation was in an uproar. Four billion dollars in assets were frozen, the FBI broke down the door, and the once arrogant tycoon collapsed to the ground like a dog.
I endured for three years, just to save her grandfather's life. Since she's in such a hurry to break the contract, I don't need to pretend anymore.
This is not just a story about divorce; it's a countdown to the gods regaining control of the Book of Life and Death on Earth.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

There are too many ways of taking revenge on a woman. But he chose marriage. In the past three years, he acted like a ruthless husband, treating her coldly, and even more worse, humiliating her. Even when she was pregnant, he tried to force her to give it up, to retire from film field, to expel her from her country.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

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

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

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

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

Bianca McIntyre once had it all—wealth, power, and the promise of a fairytale life. But when tragedy struck and her family died, she made the mistake of trusting Marcus Steele, the charming heir who became her husband. For three years, he betrayed her, drained her inheritance, and shattered her heart. On their anniversary, she caught him in bed with her best friend—and walked away from everything.

On a flight to Spain, broken and desperate, Bianca met a mysterious older man who offered her three nights of freedom. Three nights of passion, escape, and raw desire. She never asked his name… until fate revealed the shocking truth.

Her stranger wasn’t just any man—he was Leon Steele. Marcus’s father. The ruthless patriarch of the Steele empire.

Drawn into a forbidden affair, Bianca finds herself caught in a dangerous game of lust, power, and betrayal. Marcus wants to destroy her, Leon wants to protect her, and secrets threaten to tear everything apart.

Now Bianca must fight for her legacy, her heart, and the child who could change everything. But will she survive her father-in-law's forbidden passion?

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he murmured against my ear. "But if you don't..."
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.


Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.

"No..."
Gripping my hips, Adam pushed himself between my legs, I could feel his erection pushing into me.
"I'm not ready."
I tried to shove him back, but his lips just moved to my jaw, my body even reacting.

Our breaths intertwine, his kisses along my neck, igniting an involuntary arch in my body.
"Don't resist me."
With that ,he pulled down my underwear, exposing my trembling breasts.
When I felt him bite them, I squirmed it stung, but I felt his tongue glide over his bite mark soothing the pain.
But he just pressed his hardness against my thighs, rubbing slowly, but not entering.
I squirmed, look at him with a mix of shyness and frustration.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
My cheeks flush instantly.
"What do you want? Just say it." he commanded, looking into my eyes as I moaned.
"I want you."I moaned breathlessly, feeling him go deeper and increase his rhythm. Oh, my God... so good.

I, Stella Winston, seemed to have it all—beauty, a loving family, and a wealthy fiancé. But my perfect world shattered when my fiancé, Brian, and my sister, Lucy, betrayed me.
I was compelled to become the substitute bride, marrying Adam Lancaster, a disabled man in exchange for care for my grandmother.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, I discovered Adam was not at all like the rumors suggested.

He chuckled, low and dark, as my hands betrayed me, reaching out to trace the lines of his tattoos. The ink was warm beneath my fingertips, the patterns intricate-some sharp and angular, others flowing like water. I followed the path down his chest, my nails scraping lightly over his abs, feeling the way they tensed under my touch. My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, my movements clumsy with need. The zipper gave way with a sharp snik, and I pushed the
denim and the briefs down his hips, my breath hitching as his cock sprang free.

Thick. Heavy. Veined. The head was already slick with pre-cum, glistening under the dim light. I swallowed hard, my thighs pressing together involuntarily,trying to quell the ache between my legs, but it only intensified, a throbbing reminder of my body's betrayal.

It was larger than she'd imagined, There's no way that's fitting inside me. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.

He noticed. Of course he did. His gaze darkened, his lips curling as he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off.

"Like what you see, little hybrid?”


Lyra Soren is a rare vampire-wolf hybrid, hunted and alone… until the deadly Alpha King, Darius Kade, claims her as his mate. Their bond is fierce, forbidden, and irresistible, pulling them into a web of desire, betrayal, and blood-soaked secrets. Survival will mean facing enemies, uncovering dark family truths, and surrendering to the man she hates—and wants.

"Kara." Cole’s voice drops. "Are you—did I hurt you?"
"No." "I'm fine."
"Fuck," he breathes. "You're—"
"Don't." My voice cracks. "Please don't say it."
"Aroused." He says it anyway. "You're aroused."
"I'm not—"
"Your scent." His nostrils flare. "Kara, you smell like—"
"Stop." I cover my face with my hands. "Just—stop."
Then his hand on my wrist, pulling my hands away.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting us," he says softly. "It's natural. You're our mate. We're yours."
"I know." My voice is barely a whisper.

I spent ten years as a ghost in the Sterling mansion—a debt slave to the triplet Alphas who made my life hell. They called me "Carrot," shoved me into frozen rivers, and left me to die in the snow when I was eleven.

On my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. My first shift released a scent of white musk and first snow—and three former tormentors stood outside my door, claiming I was their fated mate. All three of them.

Overnight, the debt vanished. Asher's commands turned to vows, Blake's fists became trembling apologies, and Cole swore they'd been waiting for me all along. They declared me their Luna and promised to spend their lives atoning.

My wolf howls to accept them. But one question haunts me:

Would that eleven-year-old girl, freezing and certain she would die, forgive the choice I'm about to make?

She is the last princess of the Moon Elf clan, a top hacker known as 'Moonlit Fish' dominating the dark web, and a powerful investment tycoon. Abused and imprisoned by the Hartfield family for three years, she escaped on the 'Day of Silence' only to inadvertently shatter the altar where Sebastian, the Werewolf Clan Leader, paid tribute to his late brother. In an instant, a silver collar suppressed her magic, and she became his 'compensation,' locked away in his ominous Obsidian Mansion—her freedom lost once more.
He is the obsessive and powerful Werewolf King, afflicted by the Curse of Lycanthropy Entropy. Beneath his cold and ruthless exterior, only she has witnessed the fragile side tormented by the curse. Revenge and freedom were once her sole motivations, yet through countless rounds of emotional tug-of-war and forbidden temptation, she inexplicably fell in love with the man who imprisoned her. Hatred, sacrifice, and a life-or-death determination intertwine, forming their most fatal bond. The future is shrouded in mist; where will this love, born from captivity, ultimately lead them?

"Take me..." I whispered, my voice carrying that deep-ocean quality that made the air vibrate. "Go to a safe place... please..."
Lorelei is a rare chromatic siren—so rare that everyone wants to cage her, dissect her, claim her. After her brutal escape from the Deep Sea Research Center, the first Alpha lycan she encounters is Victor Sterling, Supreme Commander of the very organization hunting her kind.
She should run. Instead, she begs him to save her
Victor is everything she never expected—gentle hands that bring her warmth, golden eyes that soften when he looks at her, a voice that calls her "good girl" as he fastens a pheromone bracelet around her wrist like a collar of protection.
She falls for her own executioner.
"I like him a lot. But it doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a siren and he's the Supreme Commander of the organization that wants to dissect me. Because the moment he finds out the truth, he'll put a bullet through my skull."
But Lorelei doesn't realize the most dangerous truth of all—
While she thinks she's playing the helpless little bird, her siren nature is slowly, inevitably consuming him. Every breath she takes in his presence, every innocent touch, every desperate whisper is weaving psychic chains around his mind. Her scent marks his dreams. Her voice rewrites his memories. Her very existence is turning the hunter into the hunted.
Victor Sterling, the most feared Alpha in the city, is becoming her willing prey—and he doesn't even know it.
"Top floor," I whispered desperately. "Suite. Now."
"More," I gasped. "Please, more—"
When the predator realizes he's been caught in his own trap, when the siren discovers her song has become a cage for them both, there will be nowhere left to run.
"Victor, tell me, should I get closer to you, or stay away from you?"
"Or... have we already passed the point of no return?"

Mayzie knew she didn't belong at Ravenfield University, which is full of designer bags and diamond chokers.
As a charity scholarship girl in a sea of old-money heirs, she survives on ramen, secondhand jeans, and a quiet promise to never let the bullies win.
Then Dalton —heir to a fortune and king of cold stares—decides he wants her. Not with flowers or sweet words, but with a monthly allowance and a closet full of couture. “Everyone's for sale,” he tells her.
Mayzie's answer? A fist to his face.
But Dalton isn't the only one watching. There's Arking, the brooding twin with kind eyes and a leather jacket, who actually sees her. And Ariel, his mirror image, whose kisses feel like a game she doesn't know the rules to. Between dodging fake snakes in her locker, working double shifts at a café, and trying to keep her best friend Bellatrix from falling for the wrong rich boy, Mayzie has one rule: never owe anyone anything.
Except the rich don't take no for an answer. And the more she fights, the more they want her. Now she has to decide: stay in her shadows—or let someone in who might just be worth the risk.

When the apocalyptic red rain fell, my brother and I both awakened spatial abilities.

He awakened a space as vast as a mansion and was hailed by the entire family as their savior.

While I only awakened a "suitcase" and was ruthlessly drained of all my assets by my parents to support my brother, then kicked out of the house.

They mocked me cruelly: "We don't keep deadweights. Go wait for death in the 70-degree furnace outside!"

What they didn't know was that my brother's space had no preservation function—his stockpile of premium ingredients would soon rot into a pile of maggot-infested meat.

But my suitcase had upgrade attributes!

While they fought each other over a sip of putrid green water in the 200-degree hellscape,

I sat in the "Eden" I had created, watching herds of cattle and sheep, drinking ice-cold fresh milk.

On Day 100 of the global heat collapse, surface temperature climbed to a hopeless 70°C.

To keep my girlfriend from being roasted alive, I drove my ice ability past the limit and became her personal human air conditioner.

But when my ability core was on the verge of shattering and I collapsed coughing blood, she stole the last two bottles of water from my pack and climbed into someone else’s temperature-controlled car without looking back.

Before she left, she tossed the life-saving lump of ice I’d condensed with half my life onto the blistering asphalt like garbage.

“Jack, I’m sick of your cooling cutting out any second. I’m not staying here to die with you.”

She didn’t know—

The moment that ice turned into white vapor, the broken ability core in my chest—the one ruined because of her—evolved in the abyss.

I begged my mom for ten dollars, but she smashed my head with a frying pan instead.

The next day, my mother posted on a forum asking:
"Hi everyone. My eldest son lied about the end of the world just to get ten dollars. I want to ask, how can I sell him on the underground black market to pay off his younger brother's $20,000 debt?"

The moment I saw that post, any remaining love I had for them died instantly. I snapped my phone's SIM card in half.

What she didn’t know was that a world-ending acid flood would descend upon New York tomorrow.

I had begged so bitterly for that ten dollars just to trigger the Ten-Million-Fold Return System to build a three-billion-dollar Doomsday Ark.

Since she didn’t want it, I gave the throne of the Ark Queen to the female classmate who casually tossed me some charity.

"Daddy... so cold... and it hurts..." When my precious daughter Mia whispered these words in her weak voice, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
The life-saving medicine was just ten meters away, but that damned anti-magic barrier had become an insurmountable chasm between life and death.
What made me even more furious was that the vampire guarding the gate not only extorted my life savings, but also demanded I kneel like a dog and lick his boots before he would open the door.
He didn't know that if the door stayed closed, it wouldn't just be my daughter who died—his son and mother would perish too!

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.

Haven Center for Omegas. A place where Omegas can be protected until they reach full maturity and move on to find the perfect pack.

Well, that's what they promised me. When I lost my parents at fourteen I was sent to Haven and promised the world. When my time came though, the pack I chose drugged and sold me. I woke inside a cage alongside rows of other Omegas. There I waited for two years until my number finally came up. I'm going up for auction tonight...

That is until my guard stumbles in drunk and I see my chance to escape. I'm too weak though and when he catches me and promises to keep me for himself I think my chance at freedom is gone. Then four Alphas storm in and save me, but my problems are far from over.

I'm too dangerous to keep alive, but I can't trust the one place in this country meant to protect me. Plus, these Alphas are not at all the sort of pack I would consider trusting or choosing for a lifetime. They are violent and rough. Yet, they promise to help and protect me until I get justice and I intend to take them up on their offer. The one request I have...I want them to teach me to be as bad as them. I want to be someone the people who screwed me over will fear.

Hell hath no fury than an Omega wronged...or something like that.

My name is Elise, and I'm about to get my unhappily ever after.

(This story takes place in the same universe as The Sweetest Sound and the two books are now combined as "Omegas of Haven" for better viewing:D )

Megan has the perfect teenage life: a parent who is proud of her, a boyfriend who loves her, friends who support her and good grades. Everything is perfect. Or so it seems. She has a secret that started the day her mother died two years ago. Make-up and smiles can only hide so much.

The new teacher at her school has everyone talking. The girls flirt endlessly with him. The only one who doesn’t care for him is Megan. He asks too many questions and is in her way at every moment. All Megan wants to do is get through the last year of high school so she can leave for college ASAP.

Things change when forbidden emotions come into play that could cause their demise.


"We should stop," he says.
"Why?" she asks. He sighs and moves his hand through her hair asking himself the same question.
"Because what I'm doing right now is wrong; you’re my student," he pauses as it doesn’t feel wrong. "Plus, it's raining," he states.
"It's not wrong," she states. “It feels very right to me." His eyebrows rise, surprised by what she is saying. "And doing this in the rain makes it seem so much hotter," she says with a slight smirk.
He chuckles and looks up at the night sky, "I guess it does," he says now, looking at her, "but I think it's just because it's with you that it feels hotter."
"Ditto," she says, smiling, and leans in to kiss him.

“F*ck I love how wet you get,” he groans as he moves his fingers to my sex. I moan as his fingers enters me. I close my eyes as a shiver runs down my body.

“Logan,” I moan as I feel his mouth on me. I look down and watch him kiss up my thigh to my sex. His tongue licks over my clit to my entrance and back. Tilting my head back, I move my hand through his hair as his sinful mouth works wonders on my body.

Logan has fallen in love with Megan, but can Megan love him back.

With Megan's dad now caught can Megan rebuild her life or will secrets from her mothers past threaten to destroy her?

Can Logan help Megan overcome her fears or will his own secrets get in between them?

Read the second instalment of the Megan series.

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS STORY MAY HOLD TRIGGERS FOR SOME READERS OF SUICIDE, CAUSING OF SELF HARM AND ATTEMPTED SEXAUL ASSAULT. PLEASE BE WARNED FOR A FEW OF THE CHAPTERS THAT MAY HAVE THOSE TRIGGERS. THERE ARE BL SCENES IN THIS STORY
Night Stone pack was slaughtered.
And she vowed to avenge her people.
Sinking in the cold icy depths of the lake, Moon Goddess gave her another chance at life.
But why was she in another’s body, a lowly omega, whose life memories showed nothing but pain and suffering?
Learning twenty years has passed and Blue Silver pack were responsible for her people’s death she takes action to get her revenge.
Being mated to the Alpha’s son, an alpha who was responsible for slaughtering her people, was not in the bargain.
Why did he have to be kind, sweet and gentle towards her? Why couldn’t he be the arrogant, know it all, and belittling people like the rest of them?
Falling hopelessly in love was not part of the deal and the more she was around him the more she was losing sight of her revenge.

My Ex leaked explicit photos of me on the Internet.

I wanted to die that night, So I jumped into the river.

The cold water wrapped around me like a final embrace, and I thought... finally, peace.

But HE pulled me out.

You might be wondering who pulled me out.

It's no other than Alexander Graham. The nonchalant heir to the Graham Corp and the selfmade CEO of Eco Oils.

That jerk!! pulled me out Not to save me.

But to OWN me.

He didn't rescue me out of kindness. He saw an opportunity—a broken, scandal-ridden actress desperate enough to sign anything.

A contract marriage. No love. No emotions. Just... 15 insane Rules.

But here's what he didn't plan for:
Every rule he made..... He was the first to break them.
Every time he swears he doesn't care... his eyes tell a different story.

My family and ex destroyed me once.

But I'm coming back for EVERYTHING they took.

And this cold hearted devil pretending to be my husband? He's the perfect backing I need to destroy them.

But guess what.....There's something else I found out.

Turns out this billionaire has skeletons in his damned cupboard......

First love.

They come in all shapes and sizes. They can be beautiful or painful and everything in between.

Sawyer and I were best friends once upon a time, until he followed his dream and left his old life behind. Including me. I held on to the hope that life wouldn’t pull us apart, but just like with most first loves it does and soon he becomes a stranger to me. When I finally muster up the courage to let him go and start my new life he shows up again.

His life is hanging on by a thread and this is his last chance to get what he’s been working so hard for. Now he thinks that includes me. He’s ready to repair what we lost, but I’m not interested in giving second chances. Unfortunately I’ve never been good at resisting him, and even after our time apart things don’t seem to have changed.

Well thats not true. A whole lot is about to change. So much more than we could have imagined, but it all started the first time I found love.

Now, it’s time to discover everything that comes after.

All roads leadto Darkness. Keriya Soulstar is a hero. News of her historic victory against Necrovar has spread. Creatures from all over the world have flocked to Allentria to meet her draconic family. The mortals still believe the dragons are the key to their salvation. But Keriya knows better. The dragons are being controlled by a terrible dark force, and without their help in the war, the burden of victory falls solely on her. Now that the truth about Necrovar's power has been revealed, Keriya understands that she can’t win unless she learns to control the deadly, destructive magic in her soul. The weight of power, duty, and honor settle on Keriya as she embarks on her final and most dangerous quest. She must free the dragons, fulfill her obligations to Allentria, and master valemagic. She must become a god. If she has to sacrifice her humanity along the way...so be it. Contains: Fantasy violence, mild romance

“You want to get fuck without begging, without feeling guilty,” Dane growled. “Well that's the fucking wrong way to go about it.”

Is that what I was doing? No…can't be.

“Just look at you sucking my fingers deep into your hungry cunt. Such a little liar and a slut,” he mocked, grazing his teeth on my neck hard. I tremble, I didn't care for his mocking tone or his words, I was too far gone to care.

“Fuck! She's dripping,” Jax groans. Rubbing his palm over his mouth, his eyes fixed on where his brother's hand is buried deep inside me.

“Want a taste brother?” Dane asked, slowing down his thrusting fingers even more, his other hand yanked my sweater up in one smooth move and that fast I was completely naked.


An outrageous dare sent Gianna straight into the hands of the gorgeous twins Jax and Dane. After a night of passionate love and debauchery, Gianna finds herself a captive of the two strangers.

What's worse is that her mind says no, but one touch is all it takes and her body melts for them. They are everything her body and soul seems to crave but to accept that it's to become a slave of her own desire, something she swore she'll never be.

When the lines between hate and love begins to blur, will Gianna fight for her freedom or choose to stay? And more importantly what did the twins want with her?”