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Right after the London Fashion Week, my husband unprecedentedly gave me a vacation, arranging a ten-day trip to New York.
I thought he finally learned to be considerate, until I overheard his conversation with our son.
"Dad, if you are marrying Aunt Barbara, what about Mom?" our son asked innocently.
"It's merely a ceremonial engagement," my husband chuckled. "Be a good boy, Oliver. Keep this a secret from Mom, and I'll buy you that limited-edition model airplane."
My mind went blank. I stood frozen for a long while before stepping out onto the terrace to catch the chilling wind.
If he wants to rewrite his past with his first love.
Then I will reclaim the design dream I threw away for him.
Once I leave for New York, I am never coming back.

My husband hasn't touched me in five years. He claims he has a rare, violent allergy to women.
So when I was slipping off a cliff, he let me fall into a freezing river rather than grab my bare hand.
I lost our baby.
Three days later, I caught him rubbing another woman's ankle with his bare hands. His eyes were full of love.
So much for the rare allergy. It only applies to the woman you don’t love.
I dropped the divorce papers on his desk. "I want out."
He thought I was bluffing. But what happens when the "chaste" billionaire realizes the wife he threw away is the one who found for many years?

"Five years. Five pureblood sons."
My husband's mistress smirked, parading her boys through my private hall.
She was the one who looked the most like me—the best of the 99 breeding Omegas my husband supposedly "rejected" years ago.
"Dominic told me he's disgusted every time he touches your barren, ruined body," she sneered. "I'm the one giving him a real family."
My husband dug up our dead daughter’s urn and let his mistress pour dirty dog blood on it.
"Her dead spirit is cursing my fertility," the mistress whined.
The next day, he cornered me at the hospital, threatening to leak the video of my dungeon torture if I didn't kneel to his mistress.
The sound of my own agonizing screams and the clinking of those heavy chains echoed from the speaker.
"Get on your knees and apologize to my mate," Dominic snarled, shielding his pregnant mistress. "Or I release this video. Everyone will see what a broken, dirty whore you really are."
My vision faded to black, my hands instinctively shielding my slightly aching stomach.
When his frantic hands rush my lifeless body into the emergency room, he’ll find two things in my coat pocket:
A finalized divorce decree.
And a scheduled abortion form for the baby he never knew I was carrying.

"Is lying the only skill you have left? Don't play dead until you actually land in a coffin!"

That was what my billionaire brother roared as he crumpled my stage-four cancer diagnosis and threw it at my face.

To him, I was a spoiled brat who needed a brutal reality check. He engineered a fake DNA test, gave my identity to a manipulative orphan, and watched me get dragged to a disciplinary camp.

Now, he offers me an arrogant ultimatum: Stay quiet and wait half a month, and he’ll graciously allow me to come home.

I clutched my agonizing stomach and laughed until I cried.

Wait half a month?
I can't even guarantee I'll wake up tomorrow.
But I can't wait to see his face when he finally decides to forgive me, only to realize I've already been dead for two weeks.

Born beneath Pluto’s ill omen, I was marked a blood curse for the Constantine mafia clan, my twin Cataleya blessed with a fortune chart my parents clung to blindly.
They starved me of warmth, forced me to bear every blade, bullet and crime in her stead, and my husband Rafael, whom I once loved with all I had, sacrificed me without hesitation to soothe her feigned sickness.
I was locked in an underground dungeon lab to serve as her live drug test subject, tormented day and night by lethal experimental serum.
When I finally died alone on that cold steel table, my family brushed off my passing as a childish tantrum—until panicked enforcers crashed in, screaming the Russo crime family was storming the manor to wipe us out.
Only in ruin did they see the truth: they’d guarded catastrophe, and buried their salvation alive.

I was three months pregnant when I found out my husband had been cheating with the cousin I had kindly taken in.

My son said he wanted her to be his mom, then shoved me down the stairs and caused me to miscarry.

The day I lost the baby, my husband sat beside my bed. His voice was gentle, soft enough to lull someone to sleep.

“Relax,” he said. “You’ll forget all this pain.”

I closed my eyes and let him plant layer after layer of hypnotic commands in my ear.

“When you wake up, you’ll be an obedient wife.”

Now I watch them living happily ever after as a family of three.

They think I’m nothing but an empty shell.

They have no idea that I’ve already posted this plea for help online:

[HELP] My cousin is wearing my sexy nightgown to seduce my husband, I caught them cheating, and my son calls her “Mom.” But I just feel numb. What am I supposed to do?

Oak Creek thinks my brother, Cole, is a saint. He saved the family legacy and adopted the orphaned daughter of a killer out of the goodness of his heart.
What they don’t know is the price of his halo: Me.
To keep his 'good guy' image, he sacrificed his real sister. He gave her my bed, my home, and my parents.
When I was driven out of town, sleeping in a vandalized trailer, he left me a note: Come home and apologize.
I did come back. But not to apologize.
I'm holding the microphone at the town's biggest festival, looking down at the two thousand people who threw trash at me.
I have a stack of receipts, an unedited tape, and the truth about how my parents really died.
Are you ready to meet the real Hale family?

On the day of the clan’s grand sea banquet, my mafia husband Victor took his beloved white moonlight Lilia to race jet skis in restricted sea waters without permission.
She twisted the throttle all the way open, and the jet ski crashed violently into the my luxury yacht.
The yacht quickly flooded and began sinking, yet Victor completely ignored the people screaming for help on board, only clinging tightly to the terrified Lilia and comforting her softly.
"Don’t be afraid. They trespassed into the restricted sea zone of their own accord; they deserve everything that happened to them."
Not until the entire yacht sank deep into the ocean and everyone aboard vanished without a trace did Victor dial my phone unhurriedly.
"Vera, your mom and Dante are gone in the sea."
In an instant, overwhelming terror swallowed me whole.
The very next second, I saw Mom shoving freshly cooked meat into my mouth just as she did when I was a child.
My brother hurried over with a grin to snatch a bite.
"Mom, you always favor my sister."
They are standing right beside me. Then who on earth was trapped inside that sunken yacht?

When Aunt Luna let the AC repairman in, I was five, fast asleep in my bedroom.
By the time I woke up, the police were already bagging evidence. Aunt Luna was wrapped in a blanket, bruised and broken, staring blankly at the wall.
She never smiled again. Instead, she collected scars on her arms.
Her ex-husband Ethan dropped everything to hold her, promising it wasn't her fault. But the PTSD won. Two years later, she swallowed a lethal dose of pills. Ethan followed her in death the very same night.
Every year, my mom would take me to their graves, crying as she whispered: If only I hadn't let your aunt call that repairman.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the summer I was five!
Aunt Luna walked out of the kitchen with her phone, fanning herself.
"Stella, I called a guy to fix the AC. Be a good girl and go take your nap."
The next second, the front doorbell rang.
"Hello! HandyPro AC repair."
My blood ran ice-cold!
I recognized that voice—Jake Dalton.
The rapist who destroyed both our families in my past life!

I was born able to see threads tying certain people to one another. A thin red thread stretched right above Mom and Dad’s heads.
I hurried over to Mom at once. “Mom, why is there a red thread connecting you and Dad?”
Mom laughed when she heard me, booping my nose fondly.
“That’s proof that Daddy loves me.”
Later, at our family gathering, Aunt Celia brought me a present just like she always did.
“Luna? Come see what Auntie brought you.”
I trotted over and found a cloth doll.
Just then, Dad walked up, knelt down beside me, and stroked my head.
“Luna, what do you say?”
I glanced up at Dad, then turned to look at Aunt Celia.
Little me was filled with huge confusion.
“It’s weird. Why is there such a thick red thread connecting Dad and Celia?”

I was vacationing in Miami with my mother when my husband’s female right-hand woman sent me a photo out of the blue. In the picture lay an elderly woman stripped half-naked, her body covered in fresh blood, paired with a cocky voice memo.
The audio blared Gina’s arrogant tone:
[Cecilia, keep your greedy, miserly mother in check!]
[How dare she sneak into the mansion Don Vito just bought for his own mother to mooch off him? She’s got zero shame!]
[I spared her a breath. No need to thank me.]
I froze on the spot and glanced up.
My mother was sitting right across from me, safe and sound.
I zoomed in on the photo without delay, and my heart dropped straight to my stomach.
That woman sprawled on the pavement was my mother-in-law!
I immediately dialed Gina’s number. “Gina, have you lost your mind? That’s Vito’s mother!”
Gina’s tone remained utterly dismissive. “Come on! Vito made it clear. Your mother’s just your mother, his mother’s his own. He’s never once considered your side of the family his real kin.”

Everyone knew my twin sister wouldn't live past eighteen. So they gave her all the love, leaving me to survive in the shadows.
When I suffered a asthma attack on our birthday, my mother locked me in the basement.
"Stop faking it. Don't ruin your sister's last birthday," my mother hissed.
She thought I was throwing a tantrum for attention.
She was wrong.
I died on the cold concrete floor while they sang Happy Birthday upstairs.
Now, I am just a ghost floating in our living room. I watch my parents complain about my selfishness. I watch them make empty promises to treat me better tomorrow.
They don't know there is no tomorrow for me...

My younger sister scored 8.2. I scored 0.3.
She was the genius. I was the waste-blood Omega.
My parents threw me to the strays.
Said I didn't deserve the Silver Moon name.
Said the slum was where I belonged.
Now I'm awake, with molten gold in my veins.
This time, you'll be the ones begging to take me back.

I and my twin elf sister married at the same day.
She was to marry the the Light Falcon Lord of the Holy Light Kingdom, and I the vicious Lord of the Black Scale Wyrms.
All elves envied her fortunate match.
But on our wedding night, the Falcon Lord left to fight a battle, and sacrificed himself for the realms.
The Serpent Lord later ascended to godhood, his glory outshining the Holy Light Kingdom.
Left widowed in the light court, my sister betrayed her vows with a knight.
The King stripped her elven power and banished her to the cell.
When I visited her, she tricked me into drinking corrosive spring water, erasing my soul entirely.
But I woke to find we had both reborn on the day our betrothals were declared.
This time, my sister fought hard to marry the Lord of Black Scale Wyrms.
I smiled quietly.
How could she cast aside a blessed life revered by all realms for a hollow dark divinity?

The year Caleb loved me more than anything, he cut all ties with the entire Donovan mafia family, gave up his heir title, and ran away from New York with me to live on the lam out of state.
But one day, after hauling contraband and working three side jobs till his heart flared up and he coughed up blood, I took the six-million-dollar check his mom handed me and watched as his family’s guards dragged him onto a private helicopter.
He clung tight to the cabin frame, begging me not to leave like a man losing his mind.
I tossed every last dollar he’d scraped and saved for me right into the freezing pool, sneering that the tiny amount he’d managed to earn would never buy me a Steinway grand—not in a million years.
A dead-broke wreck like him had no right to talk about a future together.
Five years later, we crossed paths at an upscale charity gala.
I swallowed every ounce of my pride and begged him to lend me a sum of cash.
He said yes—on one condition. I’d be the private pianist for his engagement party, forced to sit there and watch him live out his perfect engagement for everyone to see.
I agreed without a second thought.
He’d never have the slightest clue why I was desperate for that money.
It was all to save a little girl.
A little girl who shared his blood.

I was the last of the Holy Bloodline. To the Nocturne Clan, I wasn't a Princess—I was a walking incubator, a terrified blood slave bound by the lowest pact to breed their pureblood heirs.
"I promise you... the next child you bear, I will let you raise yourself," my husband,the Vampire Prince, whispered, holding our newborn son wrapped in his sister-in-law's blanket.
He used my body as a shield against silver blades to protect his sister-in-law.
For nine years, I endured the silver whips, the boiling sunlight, and the agony of watching my babies handed over to another woman.
But when I discovered my husband was the very monster who slaughtered my families, I shattered heart turns to ash.
So, I give him exactly what he deserves—a pile of scorched ashes in a dark prison cell.
By the time the Vampire Prince realizes he cannot live without his wife, I am already “dead”.

I gave up my Harvard Ph.D. and lived in the slums for five years as a corpse restorer, all to save my dying boyfriend.
But when I brought the $72,000 I literally bled for to his VIP ward, I found him drinking champagne.
"Thanks for faking the medical records, Doc," Ethan smirked. "Her sob-story money is paying for my Senate run nicely."
His glamorous campaign manager, Sloane, chimed in: "Just be careful, Ethan. What if she figured out your family background and is just playing the long game? She might be a gold digger climbing the political ladder."
"Please," Ethan scoffed in disgust. "Marry a woman who scrubs dead bodies every night? I'll throw her out the minute the election is over."
A gold digger? Me? Climbing his ladder?
I looked at my calloused hands, then calmly messaged the most terrifying political patriarch in Boston.
"Dad, you were right. I'm coming home, and I'll marry the Federal Prosecutor.”

"First, unlimited funds. Second, you clean up every mess I make. Third, keep out of my private life."
Those were the arrogant demands my student laid out when I, the top art professor in New York, offered to make him my exclusive protégé.
The entire faculty gasped. No one dared speak to a Voss heiress like that.
Instead, looking at his face, I gave a slow, quiet nod.
"Agreed," I whispered. "Just make sure you never ruin that face."
He thought I was just another rich, desperate woman blinded by love. He spent my money, flaunted his little girlfriend in my face, and trampled all over my dignity, thinking I would never let him go.
He forgot one crucial detail about being a substitute.
The moment the original returns... the fake becomes worthless.

My labor pains flaring violently the same day my husband’s widowed sister-in-law, Nancy, went into labor.
Nancy tricked everyone into believing I carried a girl while she bore the heir son.
Obsessed with securing the inheritance for Nancy’s fake male child, Rowdy locked me inside a hospital morgue cold storage, transferring all doctors, blood reserves and emergency gear to her VIP ward.
I knelt on icy ground, begging him to spare our baby and swore to renounce all family wealth, yet he kicked me aside and called me a greedy schemer.
His adopted sister Gina sneaked down, beat me brutally and injected a high-dose labor suppressant straight into my womb to stall my delivery.
It was only after Nancy delivered her baby that Rowdy belatedly remembered I was also stuck in labor downstairs.
Before he could head down to the basement, his panicked subordinate rushed in and cried, “Boss, Awful!—your wife and your son are died!”

My boyfriend hated the new freshman, Lila.
She followed him everywhere from day one, and he’d complain to me nonstop.
“Want me to get her kicked out? My dad can write a check and make it happen.”
I laughed it off. “Cocky much?”
He nudged my shoulder. “You really not scared I’ll get taken?”
Please.
We were childhood sweethearts, bound by family and our upcoming competition duet.
Her cheap, desperate act? I never saw it as a threat.
I had no idea how wrong I was.

The night my childhood fiancé humiliated me in front of our entire senior class, I didn't cry.
I just went home and made two decisions.

Lose the 60 pounds.
Secretly reject my Princeton acceptance.
I erased his number, packed my bags, and vanished from his toxic orbit. Nathan thinks he won. He thinks he finally shook off the "burden" his parents forced on him.
But what happens when the girl you spent your whole life running away from... becomes the only woman you can't live without?

As a Senior Actuary at the Magic Scroll Bank earning a lucrative salary, I was my aunt’s favorite target.
For the ninety-ninth time, she pushed her "perfect match" on me: a forty-eight-year-old washed-up faerie hunter, drowning in debt .
"Seraphina, women lose their value after twenty-five. Marrying a steady, older man is your safest bet!"
To force my hand, she secretly slipped an Love Bond into my tea.
I smiled, pretended to drink it, and agreed to the date.
What she didn't know was that I secretly extracted the Bind Mark... and quietly planted it on her own daughter, Chole.
If she satisfied with this man so much, I would gladly grant her wish.
A month later, our family's chat group exploded. Aunt Agatha was screaming hysterically, cursing me a "shameless whore" for bringing home a Pregnancy Rune before marriage.
I calmly enlarged the image, circled her daughter's signature, and replied:
"Congratulations on becoming a grandmother, Aunt Agatha."

When the bridal bouquet landed directly in my arms, the entire reception erupted.
All eyes shifted to Elias, the man I had loved for seven years.
"Propose! Put a ring on it!" the crowd chanted, pushing him toward me.
My heart raced. I thought my endless waiting was finally over.
Instead, Elias stepped up, smiled... and pulled the flowers right out of my hands.
He turned around and shoved them into the arms of his twenty-five-year-old assistant.
"Don't be greedy, Kalinda. Let Mia have the luck today," he chuckled, patting my hair like a pet. "We've got plenty of time. Next time, I promise."
I watched his assistant bury her face in the white peonies, shooting me a triumphant smirk.
I just smiled back.
There isn't going to be a "next time."
My wedding is coming. And he isn't the groom.

I am the Don Dante's wife, but my life runs through my husband's underboss who always seduce my husband, Elena.
I can't wear a coat without Elena's passcode.
My cards are monitored. My cash is approved. Dante calls it protocol. He calls it protection. He never asks why I wear the same faded sweater in winter.
I swallowed every humiliation because my mother's ventilator depended on his signature.
But Elena intentionally delayed funds for my mother’s medical treatment.
The brutal clash made me miscarry.
My mother died alone without timely treatment. I stopped filing all daily spending applications for three days straight.
Today he calls, calm and condescending, telling me the medical accounts are restored.
He thinks I'll fall back into line.
He doesn't know the only thing I'm requesting now is a signature—his, on the divorce papers.

My organs are failing, rotting from years of toxic lab work.
My only life-saving antidote was stolen by my husband and biased parents, given to adopted sister, Ivy.
I gave up any chance to live, injecting strong painkillers to endure crippling agony.
The price I paid: only three days until my organs shut down completely.
During those three days, I surrendered everything I owned:
I handed over the Ghost formula that monopolized the black market, and my mafia parents looked utterly relieved;
Marcus laid divorce papers before me. I signed without a second thought, and said I’d finally become sensible;
The day before my death, I spent the whole day out with my son, yet he only wanted Ivy for his mother;
I gifted Aphrodite, the beauty serum, as my husband and Ivy‘s wedding present, and every single one praised me for finally being meek and mild.
I thought myself:
When I’m dead, will they feel remorse for the things they’ve done to me?

I’d spent four years slaving away in the hospital basement sorting medical waste.
I thought I’d finally scraped together enough money to pay for my brother Leo’s brain damage treatment.
But he just took the card and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“I got better ages ago. That lousy little paycheck of yours? I blew it on a necklace for Victoria.”
My husband David pushed open the study door. “That story about me going bankrupt and losing my board seat? Total lie. Victoria and I have been together for a year.”
“We planned that whole thing together—sending you down to the basement to pick through trash.”
My parents held out an organ donor agreement in front of me. “That waste disposal job? Victoria got it for you. Her kidney match results came back. You’re the only match. Sign this, and you can still be our daughter.”
Victoria walked in, holding a little boy’s hand. It was Eli—my son, the one I’d thought died in that car crash four years ago.
He stared at me with this cold, disgusted look, like I was a stranger. “Mom, is this ugly lady gonna give you her kidney?”
I pulled the physical exam report I’d gotten a week ago out of my pocket.
Late-stage osteosarcoma. They said I only had ten days left to live.
Counting today,I had three days left.

My childhood sweetheart, Henry, gave me a glass of milk the night before my Harvard interview.
I thought he cared.
Until I woke up with my waist-length hair hacked off and my brain drowning in sedatives.
Later, I found him at a cafe, laughing with the prettiest girl, Madison, in our class.
"You actually cut her hair? You're insane, Henry!" she giggled.
"Truth or dare, babe," I heard him. "She's fat anyway. But you need that Harvard spot, Madison."
The boy who promised to marry me traded my dream to impress someone else.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry.
Let him have his joke. I'm taking my life back.

My best friend Lily was brutally assaulted and tragically took her own life.
But I fiercely protected the monster who did it.
Lily’s mom knelt down and begged me, but I just closed the door coldly.
When the villagers came with torches to smash my home, I didn't hesitate to unleash my dog to drive them away.
"Ivy, you cold-blooded monster! We treated you like family, and you protected the beast who drove Lily to her death for a whole decade!"
"Today, I’m going to show the whole world who this man is—the one you’d rather be cursed by everyone than expose!"
But when my deepest memories were violently torn open and the culprit's face appeared clearly on the giant holographic screen...
The high and mighty Emma instantly drained of all color and collapsed to the floor.

Kael Graham is a cold, unfeeling man driven by a relentless quest for revenge. He is determined to destroy Rachel Mitchell's life and will do anything to achieve his goal. To do so, Kael lures Rachel into a dangerous trap, but, ironically, it is Rachel's sister Sarah who suffers the consequences. Now, who will emerge victorious in this game of revenge and pleasure?

Nivea Del Castano, a girl who often goes against her father's wishes. With her courage, she can always prove that her own choices are not wrong. Honesty is absolute for her, she doesn't care if she has to hurt anyone's feelings with her honesty. Until one day she found out that she was the reincarnated form of a girl who lived hundreds of years ago. Nivea could not escape, because running wherever her destiny would remain the same. Does Nivea still want to run? When her heart is set on Matias Vander Lawrence who makes her life more colorful.

"I'm sorry, Ava, but you can no longer be my mate because you are not up to my level. You are now just a mere human," Caleb said, which made Ava extremely angry.

"After all the sacrifices I have made? My brother gave his life for you! I became a mere human because of you! It's the sacrifice I made! I had to lose my hybrid powers in order to break your curse, and after all that, you reject me?" Ava said, tears streaming down her face.

"Well, that's how you see it!" Alpha Caleb responded before walking away.

If you were in Ava's shoes, what would you do? Not sure? Let's dive in and see what Ava did!

A story of Werewolves, fated love, and redemption.
Due to wars and violations of soulmate bonds, "born Lunas" are becoming increasingly rare. Without a Luna, the alpha's soulmate, the females' heat period is not activated, and without procreation, the clan disappears.
Upon turning twenty-six, Alpha Dérik felt the pain of losing his soulmate even before meeting her. Amidst despair, his soul became increasingly dark and his heart colder and more ruthless. One day, his clan receives a visit from the Luna of an allied clan, and Dérik makes a decision that would change his destiny. He takes advantage of the presence of the visiting alphas to choose a warrior from his clan and enthrone her as Luna. Secretly, he carries out the plan to induce the chosen one's heat, to produce an heir.
Three years later, a young wolf escapes captivity. She enters Alpha Dérik's territory, hoping to gain exile. Alpha Dérik never imagined that this young wolf could be his miracle, and that the decision he made in the past could destroy his chances of knowing the meaning of a true love.

An Alpha can be trained, but a Luna is born a Luna!

A romance full of drama, twists, and passion
After a romantic disappointment, Paulina Perez, a shy governess, decides it's time to change and accepts the help of the biggest womanizer she knows, Simon Salvatore, her employer.
Against all of his rules, Simon teaches Paulina the art of seduction. However, between lessons, it becomes difficult not to fall victim to his own tricks.
~
She had a problem.
Even though his attitude went against all of his rules, Simon crouched in front of the governess. Amidst the tears, Paulina's surprise was visible as she looked at him.
"What happened?"
"Nathaniel said that I'm too good for him, that he doesn't want to deceive me and won't continue with me," she replied between sobs.
"Translation: He gave you the brush off," he summarized without thinking, regretting it when she gave in to compulsive crying.
*
He was the solution.
"Being too puritanical only drives men away," Simon argued. "I don't condemn your dream of finding Prince Charming, who will give you a 'happily ever after.' But even if he existed, he wouldn't stay with someone who runs away at the slightest touch."
"I don't know how to be or act differently."
"I can teach you. Just ask."
Paulina looked at him astonished, and Simon thought about saying it was a joke. However, before he withdrew the offer, Paulina gathered her courage and asked,
"Simon, teach me to be a different woman, more...sensual."
Teach me
Learning has never been so pleasurable

This story takes place in the same universe as my other book, a world called Oníria, unknown to most of the Earth's population.
Esmeralda is a young Muslim Human who suffers from anxiety. She's impulsive, intelligent, and funny. When trying to escape an unhappy marriage, she's kidnapped by a group of mate hunters. She's taken to Oníria, where she's bought by an Alpha werewolf named Ares. Ares is known as The Cursed Alpha, soulless, however, to everyone's surprise, including his own, Esmeralda, the human, is his soulmate. Ares, the strongest Alpha in Oníria, has to learn to accept the differences of his human mate, and Esmeralda, a fun and charismatic character, needs to understand the cultural differences, allow herself to be loved by a werewolf, face a rival who tries to take her place with lies, all without losing her irreverent and funny personality.
Ares is a cold, hopeless, lonely, and authoritarian werewolf, while Esmeralda is full of life, funny, sincere, and talkative, as well as impulsive. The disparity of their personalities makes the couple fun, charismatic, and the development of their love is the most beautiful of werewolf stories.

Raella is a struggling waitress hiding from her past; Vincenzo is the ruthless heir to a mafia empire. When Raella crashes his party and accidentally flashes him, she thinks it’s the worst night of her life. She’s wrong. The next day, a sniper shoots up her diner, and Vincenzo is the only one who can save her. His price? A fake marriage. She becomes his wife, his bait, and his obsession. But as the lines between "fake" and "real" blur, Raella realizes the safest place might be in the arms of the monster.

Tearing her clothes into two halves he asked.
"Who did these to you, who hurt you"
His voice rang through her ears,
His voice calm but threatening when he mentioned her name, she looked up at him immediately, the sparks running through her body, as he covered her body with his, preventing the other occupants who was standing, to see what belonged to him. Bella watched as they shivered with fear as her mate, the vampire king growled with anger.
"Him, he hurt me"
Bella said, and with a loud growl, Blade ordered,
"Bring me a dagger!"
Blade shouted, It was not a request, it was an order.
Bella Manchor was the omega to the air winder pack, she was not just an omega, she was a wolf less werewolf. Her life was difficult, but became like hell when she got mated to the most wicked, arrogant, deadly and vile alpha, alpha Lucas, who used her for his sexual pleasures and afterwards, rejected her, but as fate may have it, she ran away from the pack, running into the hands of the vampires.
Blade Hemlock is the vampire king, he is known to be ruthless, dangerous, dark, no regard to any law. The rogues attacking on the vampires, in their lands. Then he sent few of the best men to guard the land, where the rogues mostly attacked. Unfortunately, a girl, a werewolf ran into their lands, and his men took her, as a defiler. But she was not just a werewolf defiler, who had come running into his land, it was his mate, his long awaited mate has ran into his hands, hurt, with so much injuries on her body.
Would Bella accept her mate after what had been done to her, would she want to be loved again.

Sold to Be Loved by the Mafia Prince is a dark, emotionally charged New Adult romance set in a world where power is inherited, trust is a weapon, and love is the most dangerous game of all.

When seventeen-year-old Malia sacrifices her freedom to save her father, she is thrust into the violent world of the Italian Mafia—betrothed to Blaine DeCavalcante, the cold and untouchable Capo Bastone. Held at the luxurious yet haunting Crimson Garden estate, Malia must navigate a new life of control, secrets, and manipulation, all under the watchful eye of her fake fiancé’s double, Marcello.

But Marcello is more than just a stand-in. He’s her shadow, her tormentor, her unexpected comfort—and the one man she can’t figure out. As she battles fear, growing attraction, and the terrifying reality of her arranged future, Malia begins to uncover truths buried beneath Mafia loyalty, violent legacies, and the twisted lines between love and possession.

Told in alternating points of view, Sold to Be Loved by the Mafia Prince blends psychological tension, emotional vulnerability, and slow-burning obsession. It's a story about identity, power, and the impossible choice between surrendering to your fate—or rewriting it from the inside.

This is not a love story.
This is a war.
And the battlefield is her heart.

Monica , a mistreated Omega at the hands of her stepbrother, faces judgment and abandonment from her Alpha mate, Conrad. Seeking solace, she turns to the Governor, finding refuge from the nightmares of her past. Together, they embark on a vengeful mission to make Conrad pay for the pain he caused and seek justice for the Governor's deceased wife. Monica devises a plan to seduce Conrad and earn his trust, but the question remains: will her love triumph? Can she truly make him suffer and face his demise?

As a shocking revelation unfolds, Monica's world is turned upside down, forcing her to question her choices and decisions.

Gabriella was a poor and innocent girl. She lived alone in a house that's inherited from her parents. Until one day, the house was destroyed by the Quebracha Company. When she met with the CEO to protest, an incident occurred.

"You, lecherous man! Are you not satisfied with destroying my house? So, you took my virginity?"

"Confess it! You purposely held your house to block our project, then now you're tricking me to sleep with you. What's your real intention, huh? Who paid you?"

Max Evans, the successful and handsome young CEO, accused her of being a messenger woman.

What happened next? Could Gabriella earn the CEO's trust? Or even his heart and love? Would those people realize that they were both framed?

WARNING EROTIC CONTENT ONLY MATURE AUDIENCES!

How dare you?”
She fumed in anger.
“How dare I? You really think I don’t understand you. Who you are? What you do?”
He lashed at her.
“No! I don’t Alexander. I must be plain stupid. Do enlighten. Tell me, what you think, you understand about me!”
She growled back throwing her stuff on the table in mad force.
“You chew men up and spit them out like bubblegum. And you don’t seem to have a care in world after you’re done. Don’t you even accuse me of being hypocritical I didn’t nor would ever lead on any poor woman or cruelly fool with her head,” he sneered with fervent contempt.

Blurb

Alexander Forester is a man that women fell to their knees for what with dashing good looks and piercing blue eyes. Not to mention his wealth as a billionaire oil tycoon. Yes, Alexander never had even little trouble conquering any woman. Until, he encountered a curvy, raven haired beauty one morning, a gorgeous NYC Translator, Gina Castello. But, Gina is not impressed by rich arrogant Forester one bit while he's desperately attracted her. Since first glance all Alexander wanted to do was rip the clothes the sexy, feisty brunette.
He thought having her in bed would give him complete satisfaction but Gina she shocked him in so many ways. She was something like had never come across before. An unpredictable maneater, too mysterious and dangerous. And it's so very strange how addicted he was to it and the vivacious vixen.
Dear Lord, what will this billionaire do when his deepest feelings go beyond burning lust?
Alexander wants every inch of Gina; her passion, her fire, her body, her heart. Easier said than done!

Chosen as one of the Alpha's breeders. Freya is treated unfairly by both the Alpha and her fellow breeders.

She's accused of committing different crimes and does not go unpunished.

She spends a night with the Alpha and he does not seem to want to let her go after that night. This leaves her vulnerable to a lot of enemies who would stop at nothing to make her utterly miserable.

How would Freya scale through and prove herself worthy of being a Luna?

What happens when a deep dark secret is discovered?

Her cousin was convinced that a blind date would finally end her single streak.

Spoiler? It blew up in her face—spectacularly.

Charming, normal, and good-looking? Apparently, that was code for walking red flag. Dorian Delacroix wasn’t just trouble; he was the whole bad-boy danger package—magnetic, secretive, and undeniably lethal. Sure, sparks flew, but there was no easy escape from this mess.

Being under the "protection" of a dangerously gorgeous Special Activities Division leader might have sounded thrilling, but in reality? It meant trading freedom for paranoia, a luxury prison for a home, and a constant threat looming in the shadows. Because the Shinomiya cartel wasn’t just after Dorian—they were after something worse.

And if Vivian was right, their real target might just be the baby she was carrying.

A supportive brother gets to live a new life as one of the main characters in a Boy Love Game as “Gilbert Bedivere,” the son of a duke, who was his family’s pride.

His goal for this life is that he will have a slow living lifestyle, staying far away from problems.

But who would have known that getting too close to the main characters, who are his friends and his younger brother, would lead him away from the goal he has set!

Who are those main characters surrounding him…?

Hareve Lancelot… a white-haired boy with rainbow eyes who makes all the girls go crazy, as expected of the owner of the famous SM route and the user of the light magic. Even though he looks cold on the outside, who would have known he is super hot-tempered!

Nigel Gawain… an adorable-looking boy with silver eyes, the owner of the 3P route, but who would have known that he is just a fluffy boy!

Cass Bedivere… the protagonist of the game, with his golden eyes and hair, appears in the immoral love route. Even though he was born with dark magic, who would have known that he also has interesting relationships with other characters.

Not to mention many other characters that Gilbert has never met,

He now feels the problems lining up for him!

He stared down at me, his dark eyes burning with desire. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body as his fingers teased me, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

"You want this?" he murmured, his voice rough with need.

I could barely think, barely speak—all I knew was that I needed him. "Yes..." I gasped, arching against him as his touch grew bolder, more demanding.

Every stroke, every whispered word pushed me closer to the edge. I was lost in him, in the way he claimed me without hesitation.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his grip tightening.”

"I am your dirty little slut."

I gasped...

A month after her dad died, she moved to L.A.—to live with his best friend. A man rich enough to own the city, and powerful enough to stay untouchable.

She thought it’d be awkward. Quiet. Maybe even safe. But then came the night.

One mistake. One touch. And everything changed.

Now they’re caught in something they can’t control. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. And it feels way too good to stop.

She knows this can’t last. He knows it too.

But the more they try to stay away, the harder it gets to breathe without each other. And if anyone finds out— It won’t just break hearts. It’ll ruin lives.

This story is rated 18+...

Ailenna Maytha and Marianne Lyon-Maytha are the betrothed sisters of Prince Nickolas of Luavyn — however, the future King can only have one Queen. The three were allowed to live freely until the age at which Nickolas would receive the crown. What their parents didn't expect is that the distance between the three would create unexpected bonds that could compromise the Real game and the interests of many important people.
When Nickolas begins his journey to prepare to take the crown, the three will have to make a difficult choice: reason or heart. How much tension can a relationship endure before bonds break? What kind of love are we looking for when we choose not only the person to say “yes”, but also the future of the entire Kingdom?

In a world where the magic of the ocean and the secrets of the moon intertwine, Mia, a dazzling golden mermaid, dreams of true love. During a festive night on the beach, her life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Andrew, a charismatic scientist who hides a dark secret: he is a werewolf. The connection between them is instantaneous, but happiness is short-lived, as the evil mermaids who stalk the werewolves are quick to show their cruelty..
When these evil mermaids kidnap Mia, her life is extinguished in a tragic twist of fate. Heartbroken, Andrew defied the laws of nature in a desperate attempt to revive her.
Thus, using Mia's organs and heart, he creates a new creature: a reborn mermaid, powerful and passionate, endowed with extraordinary abilities and, most importantly, a deep connection to him.

Now, this new mermaid awakens in a world where love and revenge intertwine. Though her essence is that of Mia, the reborn mermaid, whom Andrés has named Selene, carries with her fragments of memories that emerge in flashes, leaving her conflicted between her new identity and the love that binds her to Andrés.

Selene discovers that her resurrection has not been without consequences. The sciencie Andrés used to bring her back has upset the balance between sea creatures and werewolves, unleashing the wrath of the evil mermaids who now seek revenge for Mia's death.

Synopsis:

Emma, a brilliant physicist, dedicates her life to pushing the boundaries of technology in her laboratory, striving to create robots that emulate human emotions and behaviors. Her world is turned upside down when an inexplicable event causes two of her robots to take on the essence of shooting stars. Unbeknownst to Emma, one of these celestial entities is intertwined with her fate—it's the reincarnation of her true love, Charlie.

As Emma navigates this surreal occurrence, she uncovers a gateway to an alternate reality where she can experiment with creating life. In this new world, she discovers Charlie, who has chosen to return to Earth as a robot, longing for the love he has cherished through countless reincarnations.

Together, Emma and Charlie embark on a journey filled with passion, adventure, and self-discovery, fighting against the challenges posed by their drastically different existences. As they battle to unite the digital and real worlds, Emma must confront the question: Can love transcend the boundaries of form and function? In their quest for true love, they will discover the depths of connection, the power of choice, and the eternal bond that has already bound them across time and space.

Come with me and dive into the cosmic worlds of horror and the supernatural, travel through the dark depths of the cosmos, among tales of terror, horror and ghost stories, amid tales from the depths of the mind and haunting stories of supernatural creatures from the dark worlds, in the cursed and dark regions.

Embark on several worlds of supernatural tales and in an anthology of terror and desire to make your spine stand on end.

Even though we are showing each part of the city of desires and horror with tales of dark passions where different people live their lives in which they wandered through each part of the dark city of Lovecraft County, amidst an anthology of tales of pleasures and desires. Amidst tales and anthologies of desires and terror, and desires, between the supernatural and horror, embark on tales of supernatural creatures, ghosts of desires, demons, pleasures and passions that involve those who live in these cities, thus creating ways to change the lives of the city that surrounds them.
Embark on countless tales and anthologies of love, desires, pleasures and dreams, around a luxurious city displaying countless events, whose lives and pleasures participate in an anthology, showing every moment of each being who lives and travels through these cities.