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"Do you take Angelina Adenike Walters as your lawful wife? " the minister said.

"I do" he replied curtly, looking nothing in particular as his eyes void any emotions he was feeling.

The minister turned to the bride  and asked, "do you take Nathaniel Xander Hugh as your lawful husband?" her heart skipped a little, staring at her unresponsive husband to be face before responding in a crooked voice, "I do".

"With the power of God, I declare both of you as husband and wife. You may kiss your bride" the minister pronounced.

Her stranger husband moved to her slowingly , opened her white veil a little as he titled his head to the right side and she closed my eyes expectantly, waiting for his cold lips to hers  but a gush of air passed through her face.

She  fluttered and her eyes opened to know what was delaying him but she was left alone at the altar humiliated.

He left her.

She  was just a replacement.

"I am pregnant, " I say looking into his eyes intensely but his face is emotionless.

"what? " he asks stunned, he paces around for a few minutes "I can't take care of a child right now" he snaps holding the office table tightly.

"We have to because I have no way to go," I say pleading for acknowledgment and understanding.

"what do you mean, " he said eyeing me suspiciously.

"my parent disowned me," I say looking down in shame.

"I will take you in but don't expect me to care for you and your baby because all this means nothing to me" he glanced at me before walking out of his office.

Tears run down my cheek, feeling of embarrassment, and lost claws in my heart.

I lost everything my family, my self-esteem, I feel lost and worthless.

Most of all I lost love.

Heizel Hill is a talented and elusive chef who works her magic in the kitchen of Blue Moon, a cozy, high-end restaurant that has quickly become the talk of Manhattan. Over the past three years, she has carefully curated an intimate dining experience for her patrons, delighting them with her culinary skills. But despite the acclaim, Heizel has chosen to stay behind the scenes, not wanting the spotlight or the attention that comes with it. She’s proud of her work, but uncomfortable with her identity.

When Matthew Scott walks into Blue Moon, Heizel can’t help but notice him. Tall, striking, and undeniably handsome, Matthew is the co-owner of EES Security, a global security firm that runs multiple subsidiaries. Heizel knows exactly who he is, but she’s not prepared for the way his presence makes her feel. Despite her attempts to keep a low profile, she’s pulled into a dangerous game with Matthew—one that will lead her down a path she never saw coming.

As their connection deepens, Matthew’s pursuit of Heizel takes an unexpected turn. What started as innocent flirtation quickly escalates into a high-stakes challenge, and soon Heizel finds herself torn between the safety of her secrets and the undeniable chemistry she shares with him. But as Matthew gets closer to the truth about who she really is, Heizel begins to wonder: will he still love her when he learns the whole story? And, more importantly, will they survive the dangerous forces that are about to collide in their lives?

Shadow of Love is a story of love, secrets, and survival, exploring the vulnerability that comes with opening up to someone while navigating the perilous consequences of a past that refuses to stay hidden.

"How can you live your life if you can't create new memories?"

"How can I move forward when I'm stuck in the past?"

"I know that the saddest moment is when a person who gave you the best memories, becomes a memory but I guess having no memories to treasure at all is the worst."

It was just a normal love story until it happened. An unexpected death of an heir would bring an upside down on Leyra's life, a girl who suffered from anterograde amnesia-a rare type of amnesia in which a person can't form new memories- after an incident that'll changed her life forever. Will she find a way to know who murdered her fiancé despite of her condition or it will remain unsolved after she fall in love with another man? Find out what she finds out when she goes back to the place where it all started, and what mystery lies behind all of it. Unlock Leyra's game of life as she recalls some of her past memories related to the heirs of Atticus and what she'll encounter to meet each one of them and may lead her to its killer. Would bringing back her past will just ruin her present? Or will her present ruin everything she knew from the past?

In the year 2100, the Moon is humanity's greatest frontier—where its people no longer look entirely human.

And one soldier, bound to a hidden organization called Men of Moon—a cabal of ultra-wealthy elites, is turned into a weapon. Tasked with eliminating the leaders of four rising nations fighting for Moon's independence.

If he refuses, his greatest secrets will be exposed giving him a real name. He has to choose between his survival and his soul.

But what bounds him now is someone that shouldn't exist on the Moon...

Can you be in love with someone you’ve never met? On the mining colony, Perseus Station, Navigational Computer Operators like Lennina are supposed to be cool and collected, guiding their Diggers through the difficult and dangerous task of mining in Kronos’s toxic atmosphere. Emotions only put the Diggers in more danger. But Lennina’s emotions have been a bit of a problem lately. She cares more for her Digger, Javolo, than she should. She’s only ever spoken to him over the radio, but their bond goes far beyond just ‘colleagues.’ Lennina’s boyfriend, Malvolio, is convinced that she’s having an affair with him. As Malvolio’s ire escalates to violence, Lennina makes a potentially deadly error at work. With Javolo’s life in her hands, Lennina can’t afford to make mistakes. When an earthquake hits Kronos, burying the miners under rock and rubble, everyone assumes Javolo is dead. Lennina knows he isn’t. She can feel him in her mind, a telepathic connection that she can’t begin to explain. Lennina will have to fight to convince the company that he’s alive and to save him, before Kronos’s poisonous air finishes the job the earthquake started. A romantic Science Fiction adventure. “Quite literally I feel like Lennina must feel, so that is good because I am in the story, I am the character.” - Lynn Smith

Arianna finally stopped holding back when she felt Pierce’s tongue replace his finger. She screamed her release. It was so good that she was slapping the bar top with one hand, wanting to cry uncle and for him to keep going at the same time. She ground against Pierce’s face, trying to ride out the rest of her orgasm. She silently fell back on the counter and released him. She was speechless. Not only from the soreness she felt in her throat from the yelling but also from the mind-blowing orgasm that she just had.

Pierce stood up, wrapped a hand around Arianna’s neck, and pulled her up. His tongue found hers, and the next thing they knew, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was jogging upstairs for round two.


Welcome to Elite San Antonio, the most premier country club in the world, which caters to the wealthiest clients and their every whim. Arianna Carter (18) completed high school and is now working as a receptionist at the exclusive country club due to her parents’ unfortunate gambling issues. They gambled away her college tuition, forcing her to take a gap year or two to save for college. Arianna is fed up with all the married men hitting on her and propositioning her for an entanglement. She even heard there was a running bet to see who could get her in bed first! Arianna considered swearing off men until she gives a tour to handsome and recently divorced Pierce White. The 32-year age gap should’ve turned her off. Still, Arianna figured with age came experience, and Pierce White might be worthy enough to give her virginity to. Arianna isn't the only one feeling the instant attraction. Once Pierce lays eyes on the young receptionist behind the front desk, his first thought is to bend her over it and have his way with her.

Sparks instantly fly between the two, resulting in a steamy, scandalous age-gap romance that rocks the country club. Will Arianna and Pierce make it in the long run, or will his hang-ups about their age gap, future, and his conniving ex-wife end their relationship?

(The McKay Brothers - Book 2)
With Peter Ramsey gone and Marcus focused on healing and touring Europe with Anna, Damian McKay steps fully into leadership at McKay Enterprises. He’s always been the strategist. The controlled one. The calm storm. But leading an empire means enemies rise. And the one person who refuses to be managed, protected, or sidelined?
Courtney.
She’s not the quiet supportive girlfriend. She’s fire. And she has ambitions of her own.

Her mate asked her to have another man's baby. So she chose his greatest enemy.

Storm Woods believed Marcus when he said he was infertile. She believed him when he said their future depended on her bearing another man's child. She was a fool.

Discovering his plot was a lie to frame her for infidelity so he can safely reject her as his mste without tainting his reputation, Storm turns his scheme against him. She goes to his brother, the powerful Alpha Anders, with a proposal: let me give you the heir that will crush my mate, and make me your Luna.

Anders agrees, but this new alliance is far more dangerous than she imagined. Because Anders doesn't just see a useful tool; he sees the only woman who can awaken his wolf that had gone dormant after the death of his first mate. And now that she's in his bed, he has no intention of ever letting her go.

Sienna Peterson had the whole “happily ever after” thing locked down… or so she thought.
She married her college sweetheart, mastered the art of casserole-making, and dove headfirst into suburban adulthood.
Twenty-one years later? Her husband’s traded her in for someone who still gets carded, her kids are off to college, and Sienna is suddenly very single with a whole lot of free time.

Cue the midlife plot twist.
Who says your 40s can’t be fabulous?
Who says you can’t date a ridiculously attractive and a billboard 26-year-old named Daniel Walter—who just so happens to be sweet, sexy, and seriously into her?
Daniel may be younger, but he’s got his life together and his heart in the right place. Sienna, on the other hand, has no idea how she ended up in a situationship with a man who knows how to properly fold fitted sheets.
But hey—he makes her laugh, makes her blush, and makes her feel more alive than she has in years.
It starts off as just fun... but what if it’s more than that?

What if age is just a number, and love is the surprise twist she never saw coming?

One woman’s fresh start. One unexpected romance. And a whole lot of awkwardly hot moments.

Two babies, Two women. Life for Ryan Thorpe is messed up after a mistake he made in a drunken fit of rage. He hurt a woman that he loved and lost her. Now he is chained to another, not of his own will, but can he make a choice to be happy? A choice to let go and start over?

A sequel to the story Courting Trouble. The story of Ryan and Katrina and their journey of healing to find peace and love despite everything.

Mary always had one thing in common with the leaves on the pine tree...they both moved where the wind wanted them to—adjusting her sitting position on the wooden seat, which seemed to be just in the right place at the corner of the yard far away and hidden from the judgemental eyes of the occupants of the ten-bedroom mansion. The grand splendor of the house couldn't be denied, built-in details many years back by the first lords of Scotland, the pioneers whose contributions to the growth of the nation's wealth as they established strong trade relationships with the British empire in the 1700s, conquering gold mines in the Eastern lands of the Arabic nations. The Winstons have held their own.

Mary ran her hands through her faded cotton gown, which used to be a vibrant yellow, now only a shadow of itself ...how could she have the blood of the Winstons? a soft sigh escaped her thin pale lips that looked cracked and dry. Mary knew her only redeeming feature was her big baby blue eyes, as told to her by Michael, the son of the gardener who was only ten years of age. People might find it funny that she believed a child, but there was no time she could remember Michael telling a lie. The little lad was always honest to a fault which landed him in trouble most times. At least he had his father, who was the gardener and mother, the head cook to shower him with love; she never had that.

She was born to a prostitute mother who set her eyes on the Winston heir 20 years ago, leading to her being born out of wedlock. Her mother, whose name she would instead not remember, tried to get her hands on fortune using her as a pawn, but she had bitten more than she could chew. Word was she was strangled while entertaining a customer who was relatively unknown around the area. Her death has been covered up as a suicide.

Mary never knew her mother the only memory she has of her was the hate-filled gaze that chilled her to the bone any time she stumbled upon her into the brothel home where the prostitutes stayed. Even at the young age of three, she remembered the nights out in the cold, not eating for days only to be rewarded with a slap for every tear she shed. It was a good thing they lived in a public place as other courtesans took pity on her from time to time and let her eat their scraps. Shaking her head, Mary got up from the chair as if it would shake off the terrible scars from her soul, not minding the visible scars on her body.

She walked into the garden, running her hands through the flowers, and for a while, it seemed like the perfect escape until she realized she had walked too far. The gardens had an outlet that connected to the forest. Turning back, she began to retrace her steps. It was never a good idea to be here alone.

"Seeing that you are horny and impatient makes me even more eager," he said, his voice traveling over my bare skin like a wavering wind. He came to me slowly and bowed his head next to mine. His breath was leaving a warm mark on my skin as his lips were approaching my ear. "Be patient," she whispered, "I want to feel every second of it."
He reached for my hand and made me grasp its hardness with my fingers. My whole body shook with the warmth I felt. His eyes sank into my eyes as if he were looking into the depths of my soul.

Isabella, a talented painter, and Leonardo, the owner of the city's most renowned restaurant. Though they have never touched, Isabella's secret longing and attraction to Leonardo come alive in her paintings. In her red room, filled with artworks reflecting the heat of love and passion, Isabella watches Leonardo's every move, and the energy felt between them grows more intense.
However, one night, the paths of Isabella and Leonardo intersect, and they come together with an irresistible attraction. A passionate dance ensues, with each moment filled with breathtaking desire. Both of them are detached from their own worlds, focusing solely on each other, and they become consumed by the flames of genuine lust.

A strange beauty in the flowers brought to Torstel awakens different beliefs in the inhabitants of the kingdom. The flowers from an unknown continent will spread throughout Torstel. They will be associated with sorcerers, witchcraft, the start of wars, and the cause of divisions among kingdoms and people.

Until Sherek, heir to an ancient kingdom that has been extinct and hidden in the culture of the continent, awakens from a long sleep with no memory; and upon learning about these plants brought to Torstel, he discovers their usefulness in unifying all of humanity.

The heir to the throne will secretly be part of different factions. In the forest, fate will finally make him take what unknowingly belonged to him.

Leo Kane, a struggling food delivery driver buried under his late father's debts, endures constant humiliation from his girlfriend Sophia's wealthy family, who view him as unworthy. At a decisive family dinner meant to discuss their future, the insults reach a breaking point, and Leo is publicly ejected. The moment he steps outside, a convoy of luxury vehicles arrives. Executives bow, revealing his secret inheritance: he is the sole heir to the Kane Group, the largest real estate empire in the city. His grandfather deliberately timed the inheritance to activate only after the Hales exposed their true colors.
Overnight, Leo transforms from powerless victim to shadowed titan. He must master ruthless boardroom warfare, corporate betrayals, and targeted revenge while grappling with lingering feelings for Sophia and the quiet support of Elena Voss, the only person at the dinner who refused to laugh. With twists involving hidden alliances, internal sabotage, and shocking revelations about his grandfather's long game, Leo's rise forces everyone who underestimated him to face the devastating cost of their arrogance. The story builds to a satisfying climax where calculated power meets emotional reckoning, ending with Leo owning the very empire that once rejected him.

Leonardo da Vinci once wrote, Black is like a broken vessel, which is deprived of the capacity to contain anything. I wonder what he thought of the color white. Did he think it was a sign of purity? Or did he too look upon whiteness as a false brightness, a lie?

2-years-ago if I stood on this very podium, with this man across from me, I would have smiled similar to the way I am now. The white dress hugging my body then a promise of honesty and trust as I glowed with a warmth knotting my stomach walls.

Only then, my smile would've been comfortable, wrapped in genuine joy, because then I loved him. At that stage in my life, he was my world and I would have laid myself on the floor where he walked with his blood-stained soles. And I would have done it naked, ready to bare myself to this one man with a smile on my face.

A smile that wasn't bold, or soaked with the whisper of revenge. My heart would have beat with love, and not in the threat that now lurks outside these Church walls, waiting with finite patience that would soon be over. This marriage is no fairy-tale.

In the murky world of espionage, Alex Hawke, a battle-scarred spy, hunts the cunning criminal mastermind Viktor Sokolov, whose cyber and biochemical weapons threaten global stability. Navigating betrayal and danger from Vienna to Istanbul, Hawke faces physical wounds and emotional turmoil, haunted by a traitor within. Driven by an unyielding code of justice, he remains a resilient ghost in the chaos, outmaneuvering foes in a high-stakes game. As betrayals deepen, Hawke’s pursuit of Viktor mirrors his own flawed, fierce soul. The world awaits his next move.

When investigative journalist Elena Martinez gets too close to a dangerous story, she's taken by a mysterious stranger who claims he's saving her life. Held in a remote mountain cabin by Dante, a man with dangerous eyes and gentle hands—Elena fights against her growing attraction to her captor.
But Elena harbors a secret that could destroy them both: she's not just a journalist. She's an undercover federal agent, and Dante is her target. As external threats close in and the line between duty and desire blurs, Elena must choose between completing her mission and protecting the man she never expected to love.
In a world where trust is deadly and love is the ultimate betrayal, some secrets are worth dying for.

I am Athena the first born child of the Alpha Caden. I have come back to take my rightful position." She paused. 
"As Alpha."
Gasps and murmurs of wonder disbelief rose in the crowd. It had never been recorded in history that an Alpha werewolf should give birth to a female as a first child. But everyone saw the uncanny resemblance between her and the first queen the heard the Alpha voice of authority in her. But it how was it.
She let the noise die down before she continued.
"Although I never knew my father, you all knew him, Alpha Caden kind, considerate, passionate and respectful of his people. He entertained complaints from the lowest of ranks. Joined in manual labor and from time to time visited the poor. He was loved by many."
She let the whispers of agreement die down.
"I am nothing like him."

Mark, is caught in the deep web of choosing between his reputation, and falling in love with his roommate.

However, he ends up in love choosing the later. He unapologetically falls in love with his male roommate, amidst all the adversities.

How'll he be able to navigate this new path?

Vanessa Miller has always found solace in art. A struggling painter trying to make her mark in New York City, she spends her days creating vibrant canvases that speak to her emotions. But when a chance opportunity lands her a commission with one of the most powerful fashion CEOs in the world, Sergie Ivanov, her life takes an unexpected turn.

Sergie Ivanov is known for his ruthless business acumen and icy demeanor. Behind the glitz and glamour of his jewelry and fashion empire lies a man haunted by his past in Russia. When he hires Vanessa to create a series of paintings for his upcoming collection, their professional relationship quickly evolves into something deeper—something that neither of them can ignore.

As their worlds collide, Vanessa and Sergie must navigate the murky waters of ambition, betrayal, and love. But when old secrets resurface and Sergie’s past threatens to unravel everything they’ve built, Vanessa must decide if she can trust him—or if she’ll lose herself in the process.

"Happy anniversary, sister," Chloe smiled, the diamond necklace I’d inherited glittering on her neck.

"You signed the transfer papers," Gavin said, wrapping an arm around her. "The company is ours. You were just a placeholder, Isla. A boring, plain placeholder."

I tried to scream, but the poisoned champagne had turned my limbs to lead. Chloe shoved me. I hit the freezing water of the Atlantic, watching the yacht drift away as I sank into the darkness.

I hate you, I screamed silently. Let me come back.

Then, I woke up. In my old bed. On the morning of my wedding day, five years ago.

Aubrey Carver, a young heiress of the wealthiest family in the country, left her fortune to marry her first love, Dario Fowler. To avoid overshadowing him with her wealth, she posed as a poor countryside girl. Dario, however, only married her to secure his inheritance, planning to divorce her once his true love returned.
Aubrey endured years of insults and hardships from the Fowler family, her love for Dario unwavering. But when Dario handed her divorce papers, she realized he never loved her. Heartbroken, she returned to her family, who welcomed her with open arms.
Months later, Aubrey dazzled everyone at a grand ball, hosted by her grandfather to announce her as the chairwoman of Carver's Corp. Her true identity revealed, the once poor girl was now a powerful heiress.
Dario, realizing his mistake, now faces a crumbling empire and must win Aubrey back to save his business. But will she forgive him and take him back? Or will she choose a new path? The decision is hers to make.

At the parents' meeting, the daughter's diary was read aloud: "My father is the Grand Duke of the Night."
The room erupted in laughter.
The mentor, disregarding her daughter's dignity, tore up her diary, while the nouveau riche woman advised me , a liar, to "get out of this neighborhood."
I didn't say anything, I just stood up. Then, their knees were all shattered.

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

BLURB

“I don’t love Selena anymore. All I see is a broken shell…a barren woman.”

Those words, spoken by my husband behind the closed door of his study, were the jagged shards of glass that finally shattered my world.

For years, I endured the physical agony of ten miscarriages and five failed IVFs, believing Franklin was the anchor holding me together. I didn’t know I was actually the anchor dragging him down.

He wants a divorce.

He wants a woman who can give him the family I couldn't.

He wants to be free of the burden of a wife who is falling apart.

But Franklin doesn't know my biggest secret. It isn't just my womb that is failing; it’s my entire body.

I am dying.

Stage four cancer is aggressive, and my time is measured in hours, not years.

I could tell him the truth.

I could watch him stay out of pity, trapped by guilt for the rest of my numbered days, but I love him too much to let him become my martyr.

So, I’ve made him a deal.

I will sign the divorce papers and walk out of his life forever but first, I want twenty-one hours.

One hour for every year we’ve known each other.

One last day to pretend we are still the awkward intern and the protective man who fell in love.

He thinks he’s spending these hours saying goodbye to a woman he no longer wants.

He has no idea he’s actually saying goodbye to a woman who will be dead before the ink on our divorce papers is even dry.

Twenty-one hours of lies.

Twenty-one hours of love.

And then, I’ll let him go.

Forever

I was diagnosed with hemophilia when I was ten years old.
At first, my parents were terrified. They watched me closely, rushed me to the hospital over every bruise, every nosebleed. I was the fragile one—the child who needed saving.

Then years passed.
They got used to it.
They got tired.

By the time my twin sister was graduating and my family was finally breathing again, I was about to turn eighteen.
And that night, while everyone believed I’d be fine like always, I bled to death.

I got dragged online by one of my lead devs.

He claimed my "Incubation Project" was a gilded cage—a trap to exploit the team and steal their personal IPs.

The truth?

I funded it out of my own pocket.

Selected candidates would get a $50,000 no-strings-attached seed fund, plus full Ivy League tuition reimbursement. It was 100% voluntary, with zero penalties for opting out.

Since the internet decided I was a toxic capitalist monopolizing their creativity, I gave him exactly what he wanted. I fired off a company-wide memo:

[To protect your creative freedom from capitalist exploitation, the $50,000 Incubation Fund is permanently abolished, effective immediately.]

[As an alternative, the monthly education allowance for all employees is now a $15 reimbursement for basic coding courses.]

The moment the memo dropped, the employees who were counting on that $50k to pay off student loans or change their lives completely lost it.

Now, they're swarming right outside my glass office door, eyes red, begging me to reinstate the program.

To protect my older sister's piano championship, my own brother crushed all ten of my fingers.
To win my sister's favor, my fiancé hired someone to kick the baby out of me.
After surviving a fire that nearly killed me, I finally woke up.
And when I returned, I blasted the hard proof of their affair and their schemes all over the internet. As I watched them lose their minds, lose everything, and drop to their knees begging for mercy, I let out a cold laugh, turned around, and claimed the top of the world!

On my birthday, I was dragged up to the attic and assaulted by several men.
I called my parents, brother, and boyfriend for help, but they all thought I was seeking attention and ruining my sister Sophie's celebration.
"Mia, stop it. We're busy preparing for Sophie's party. If you want attention, find another way."
This was the hundredth time they'd let me down.
But there won't be a hundred and first.
Because I'm already dead.

His words were creating a pool of lust and desire in my scolding core, and I longed for his threats to become reality. I bit back my moan, massaging his tight behind with my hands while he kissed my heated skin.
"How bad is this? For your job?" He groaned, still not making any effort to stop.
"Bad. You're my student." He pulled back, and I thought for a moment he might have come to his senses, but then I felt the tug of my t-shirt up my body. It was so hot, so forbidden, that I just couldn't stop. I wanted it just as badly as he did. I wanted to be naughty.
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Jennifer is a Senior Economics student at MU who considers herself to be quite the introvert. So what happens when she meets a handsome tattooed man at the bar, takes him to her bed, and then falls in love? What about when she discovers that he's actually her Art Professor? Follow this forbidden love story between Jen and Joel, two very different people who learn to grow both individually and as a pair.

WARNING! THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES AND CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX AND VIOLENCE.

My name is Mira. I am the princess of the Nightwood Pack, yet I live like a slave.

Everyone believes I am the cause of my mother’s death. My father, the Alpha, hates me for it. While my twin sister is loved, cherished, and treated like a princess, I am punished, humiliated, and forced to suffer in my own father’s house.

On the night of our eighteenth birthday, Alphas from different packs arrived to celebrate the Blood Moon Festival. That was the night I found my mate, Ashur, the strongest Alpha ever known. I was finally happy. I believed my suffering was over.

That same night, I gave myself to him, and we shared a one-night bond.

But by morning, everything changed.

After my father filled Asher’s ears with lies, calling me a curse, Asher rejected me publicly before the entire pack. As if that pain wasn’t enough, he chose my twin sister as his Luna and left me shattered.

Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant with Asher’s child.

Then an old wizard appeared with a terrifying prophecy:
The child growing inside me would one day kill my sister, and to stop the prophecy from coming true, I must be killed.

When my own father pinned me against the reef and ripped my scales off one by one, my sister buried herself in my fiancé's arms and cried. "Don't blame my sister. She was born worthless."
Right there in front of everyone, they decided to offer me to the Sea God as a sacrifice. They couldn't even be bothered to send anyone to see me off.
But when I was dragged, half-dead, into the black prison, what came for me wasn't death.
It was the Sea God himself.
He wiped the blood from my tail and said, "Good. Let them keep piling on their sins. I'll make them drop to their knees and beg for your forgiveness."

A torrential downpour of strong acid flooded the city, and mutated sea monsters slaughtered buildings. When Chloe, along with burly men from the rugby team, wielding fire axes, frantically smashed down the door, attempting to burn me alive and steal my bottled water, I had already welded the security door firmly into the load-bearing wall.
Faced with the pried-open door, I didn't waste any words and directly used a 20,000-volt electric spear to pierce the strong man's thigh! Then, I coldly pushed the blood-soaked floor outside.
The pungent smell of blood instantly attracted the skeletal behemoths from the water, turning the corridor into a horrific slaughterhouse. I listened coldly to their desperate screams in front of the monitor.
In this desolate wasteland, you think you can survive by stepping on me? Then feed the monsters with your flesh and blood !

"You really intrigue me, Nara," He flashes another smile, but it disappears just as fast.

A confession that makes my cheeks burn.

"I intrigue a lot of people." I try to control my breathing. "Most are always bad."

He shakes his head slowly, not wanting to pry his eyes away from my rising chest. "You intrigue me in a different sense."

"And what sense is that?"

"In the sense that I ask myself... why is it—" His neck bobs as he swallows hard, the tip of his finger now grazing the side of my uncovered thigh."—That I always find myself so drawn to you?"


For Naralía Ambrose, hunting and trapping creatures aren't enough for her. Not when she knows dreaded dragons and shifters such as the one that killed her father still lurk in the depths of Emberwell.

Moving to the infamous City of Flames and becoming a part of the queen's dragon Venators, is all she dreams of in order to continue her father's legacy.

So, when an attack occurs in her village, and this opportunity finally arises for Naralía, she quickly finds herself uncovering secrets to the city. Ones that will make her question her views over the world she lives in and whether she can trust the people around her...

With a burning desire to hunt dragons, an impertinent thief she must capture, and a tempting romance brewing, Naralía will soon question where her loyalties truly lie.

‘PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE.’
“And where exactly would you go after the divorce?” Felix scorned.
“Have you forgotten you had nothing when grandma took you in?” He added, giving her a dismissive once-over.
There was no hint of surprise on his face regarding the divorce news, which all the more showed how much he disliked her.
Wren has spent three years of her life trying to be the perfect housewife to an unloving man. But when she’s pushed to the wall, she’s forced to retaliate.
However she has no idea what is waiting for her on the other side. Happiness at last or worse chaos?

Rhye Gosling demanded she marry him after their accidental nerve-wracking one-night stand. Little did she know, he was the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf community, a world she thought only existed in the book. How hard could it be? Yet, the handsome and demanding Alpha would change her life to the full extent, bringing her laughter and tears, hatred and love, and into the chaotic world of magic and wonder where werewolves and demons existed and would do everything to bring the Alpha to his knees.

Racked by confusion and changes in her body, Diana found herself irresistibly drawn to Andrew. Passion ignited and threatened to consume them both. However, she was unprepared for the reason he had sought her out and the danger that lay ahead. Regardless, sharing a love of conquering their goals, this unlikely pair began to form an unexpected bond that led them to a place neither of them ever expected to be.

Asher and Aspen the billionaire twins need a new submissive.
They finally found one who happens to be their new personal assistant Lisa. Since they don’t want to scare her away by coming on her, they decided to seduce her into accepting to be their sub.

Seven years ended with one ringtone at the altar.
One quiet apology, then he walked away to the pregnant ex he once called a mistake, leaving me beneath crystal lights and camera flashes, the perfect discarded bride. Publicly humiliated.
I made a decision that shocks them all.
I married Adrian, Marcus's estranged elder stepbrother, the self-made billionaire their father once discarded. Cold. Untouchable. Far more powerful than the heir who betrayed me.
Our marriage is a contract.
He needs stability to secure his corporate takeover. I need a throne high enough to watch Marcus fall.
But our 'fake' touches turn into an obsession neither of us can control.
Now I'm carrying Adrian's child — the true firstborn heir of the legacy built on betrayal.
And this time, I'm not the woman left behind. I'm the prize.

Rachel Green thought she had left her tumultuous past behind. After a bitter divorce from her billionaire husband, Alexander Sterling, she moved to a small town, where she rebuilt her life with her young son, Odegaard—a child Alexander doesn’t know exists. For years, Rachel has lived peacefully, focusing on her son and her career, until fate pulls her back into Alexander’s orbit.

Alexander’s empire is crumbling. His once-thriving marriage to his new wife, Victoria, is on the verge of collapse. Desperate to salvage his failing business, he discovers a shocking secret: Rachel’s new start was funded by a rival CEO, Daniel Kane, Alexander’s sworn enemy.

When Alexander confronts Rachel, his initial anger turns into confusion as buried feelings resurface. He’s determined to win her back, but Rachel is no longer the woman he once knew. Stronger and wiser, she has no intention of being hurt again.

As the sparks between them reignite, Rachel’s secret threatens to unravel everything. Odegaard is Alexander’s son, and Victoria is not willing to let Alexander go without a fight. Meanwhile, Daniel sees Rachel as more than just an ally—he’s fallen for her and is ready to do whatever it takes to keep her by his side.

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

In the Hall of Divine Selection, my younger sister stepped on me and declared that she was the only one worthy of becoming the Dragon Queen. Then she threw Kaelorn at me—a broken, half-blind dragon she had tortured until even his tail was severed—like he was nothing more than a worthless mate for a worthless bride.
In my last life, I was stripped to the bone and imprisoned by the Dragon God, while she lived free and untouched.
But this time, the moment she raised her hand to slap me, I had already made up my mind—
In this life, I'll be the one to drag her into hell.

"What kind of sick game are you playing?" my husband, Mark, snapped through the phone.
I stared at my heavy plaster cast and said nothing.
In my previous life, distant relatives brought a bag of cash to my clinic, begging me to bump my cousin up the surgery waitlist. I refused.
By morning, the money vanished.
Security footage showed someone in my scrubs, with my exact face, stealing it.
My colleague, Sarah, and my husband accused me of taking the bribe. They destroyed my career. My cousin died waiting.
Driven mad by grief, her parents ran me down with their truck.
Reborn, when I saw the new surveillance footage, I finally understood who she was.

"I don't understand," I tell Viktor, desperately.
"I don't know why the bond is still there. I accepted his rejection, I don't want him, I want you. Whatever yearnings you saw between us, is not by choice. You are my mate. I choose you."
"Then why is the bind still present?" he snaps as he turns from me.
"I don't know! And frankly, I don't care! I haven't cared or thought about Dominic in nearly a decade. How can I prove that you are the one I love?" I ask as I take hold of his hands, hoping that he sees my sincerity.
"Have the ceremony with me."
"What?!"
"The mating ceremony, where we bind ourselves to each other. Let's do it. That is the only way I can relax. Be mine. Truly, mine."


Rowan Blaze, abused and maltreated in her former pack and after being rejected and left to die by her Alpha finds a second chance as a rogue. Now known as the Winter Wolf, and leader of the largest rogue coalition, with a renowned dislike for packs, fate offers her another chance at love in the form of Alpha Viktor Thorn, a renowned man known for his wicked intelligence and stubborn persona. How do these two stubborn individuals react to this opportunity? Are they capable of letting their walls down and giving life one more chance? And what of Dominic Valor? Is he capable of letting go of his rejected mate or would he do anything to right the wrong he made years ago?

“We are divorced, Adams.” She sighed and wanted to walk away, but he held her.

“It doesn't matter.” He answered, his voice laced with determination.

“I don't love you anymore.”

“That doesn't matter either. What matters is that I want you, and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it.”


Alicia's life has been a series of ups and downs. She suffered abuse from her husband and his family because she couldn't give him a child. She thought she had seen it all, but not until the day she returned home only to receive the divorce papers from her husband's parents. She pleaded with them, but was met with deaf ears, and so she signed the documents and left.

Little did anyone know that she was pregnant.

She returned six years later with her baby girl only to find her Ex-husband craving her once more.

How will she take this, and what other surprises does fate have in stock for her?

“Why can’t I hit you?” Thomas yells, smacking the belt close to her feet.
“Why,” he smacks it on the door above her head.
“Why, why” to the right and left sides of her body.
Melina trembles against the door with her eyes closed and head tucked between her knees. She jumps, sniffing Thomas’ cologne, and tries to hide more.
He’s probably bending down. “I want to hurt you, Melina, but I can’t. Tell me why I can’t. Tell me why,”
She bites her lips to muffle her sobs as she fears they will exacerbate her situation. “Look at me when I am talking to you,” Thomas says, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up.
“I am- so-r-r-r-y,” she says as she turns to face him with her tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes.
******** Melina Davis was born with the face and body of a goddess. Her heart was as beautiful as hers, but it never did her any good. Melina was the unluckiest woman in this world when it came to love. Her first love was an abusive con artist who made sure to exploit Melina's kindness. The second one, who Melina felt was genuinely worthy of owing her heart, was far more dangerous than her first. His name is Thomas Costanzo. He is the second in command of the Costanzo mafia. He was highly feared in the mafia world. Some even feared him more than the don of the Costanzo mafia. Melina didn't know she shouldn't cross him, and she did. She broke the heart of one of the most feared men on this earth, and now, he is out searching for her. Once he finds her, Melina will wish she never crossed paths with him.

“I refuse to stay here with you.” Analina said with anger. “I don’t care you are my wife now, so accept your fate this is your destiny.” Draven said to her confidently. As he told her about his feelings on the matter he went up to her grabbing by the waist and throwing her onto the bed. Getting on top of her he rips of her dress and panties as he does the same with his clothes. “You are my wife, and we are going to consummate our marriage every morning, day and night. Wherever I want and any time I want.” He told her. “NO DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” “I would stop fighting it if I were you, it will be a lot worst if you do.” “I AM NOT YOUR WIFE, THIS IS ILLEGAL, YOU FORCCED ME.”.
Flashback To That Night
“Let us get started, shall we? Do you Draven Chavez take Analina Stratton to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love to hold through good times and bad, sickness and in health and to cherish till death you part?” “I do.” Analina, do you take Draven Chavez to be your lawfully wedded husband to love and hold through good times and bad, sickness and health and cherish her till death do you part?” “N…OOO.” Something metal shoved into my back, and it could only be one thing. “Y…...S…...I…...O…” I studder out scared to death of what may happen if I don’t. “I now pronounce you husband and wife you may kiss the bride. “Finally.” Draven says as he pulls me to him and kisses me on the lips with passion that I didn’t know that he had.