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When he was alive, Owen loved me so much he’d give his life for me. Yet, as for his death, I was as cold as a mere bystander.
At the funeral, his family slapped me, clawed at my throat, called me a man-eating black widow. Every last one of them turned on me, eyes red, demanding the same thing: Who killed Owen?
I didn't say a word.
My ten-year-old son went into cardiac arrest right there and was rushed to the ER — and still I said nothing.
Not until that voice cut through the crowd.
"I killed Owen."
I slowly raised my eyes.
After staying silent for so long… maybe it was finally time to tell the truth.

I lent my Bugatti to my secret boyfriend for clout. He repaid my trust by gifting my car to a scheming cheerleader, letting her publicly humiliate and frame me. The whole school mocked me as a poor garage keeper’s daughter, unaware I’m the hidden billionaire heiress behind the supercar. Now I’ll destroy his fake rich life and avenge every insult.

Everyone called Leslie a spoiled beauty - just a pretty face with a bad attitude. But when she died saving the man she was forced to marry, the truth shattered everything.
Now reborn years before her downfall, she's not here to play nice.
She's here to flip the game.
Armed with secret identities, a lethal skill set, and a no-mercy rulebook, she's back to protect the one man who once died for her: Broderick, the cold, powerful CEO known as Windmere's mad dog.
She thought he was a monster. He thought she was a brat. What no one expected-was how quickly they'd fall.
She's sweet at home, savage in the streets. And anyone who dares touch her man?
Let's just say... she's not the one who needs protection anymore.

"Baby, I heard making love mid-bungee jump is incredible... wanna try it?"

Evelyn Kendall was a conservative woman. The wildest thing she'd ever done in her life was agree to her husband Sebastian Ashford's idea of outdoor thrills.
But halfway through, Sebastian got a call from his sister-in-law Arianna and abandoned her hanging in mid-air, leaving—his ridiculous excuse being that Arianna had stomach cramps from her period.

"Dad?"
Dominic's expression remained stern, but a flicker of warning flashed in his eyes. He nodded subtly at Kael.
Kael strode towards Valerie, his movements fluid. "Vel, let's go."
Valerie's voice trembled as she asked Kael, "What's going on? Why is Dad kneeling there?"
Kael's expression softened, but his eyes remained guarded. He offered a gentle smile. "You don't need to worry about him, Valerie."
Valerie's concern deepened. "But what's happening?"
Kael's tone turned cold. "Anyway, that man doesn't deserve anyone's concern."
Valerie's eyes widened. "That man is my father."
Kael's jaw clenched. "That man was neither a good father nor an honest man. He's getting what he deserves."
Suddenly, the sound of a bullet firing cracked through the air. Valerie's eyes went wide, and she took a step forward, but Kael grasped her hand, holding her back.
"Don't go there, Valerie," Kael warned, his voice low and urgent. "The boss is very pissed off right now. It's not safe."
Tears welled up in Valerie's eyes, spilling down her cheeks. "He was my father," she whispered.

Our ceremony was ambushed underground. One exit. Corvin was the only one who could move fast enough to carry someone out.
In my last life, he chose me — and left Niamh behind. She didn't make it. He spent five years after that making sure I understood what that meant. Every day I woke up was a day she couldn't. When I finally ran out of ways to leave quietly, I chose a window that faced east and walked into it.
Now I'm back. Same corridor, same chaos, same choice.
This time, I said: "Take Niamh."
The way his shoulders came down — like something he'd been holding for years, finally put down — told me everything five years together never did.
He promised to come back. He was already moving when he said it.
I knew I had to get out myself. But the ferals who'd killed Niamh last time found my corridor before I made it to the stairs.

Seven years. Seven bonding ceremonies. Seven times a pack of feral strays charged through the territory on the full moon and tore into me before the marking could take.
I thought the Moon Goddess had cursed us.
Then I woke up in the pack hospital and heard my Alpha whispering to her — the delicate white wolf he called his "sister."
"Next time you let them in, could you tell them to go easier? I'm scared she might actually die."
Seven years of attacks. Every single one orchestrated by the man I loved, designed to break me down until I gave up the Luna title and made room for her.
So I played the recording in front of his grandmother, looked him in the eye, and ended the engagement myself.
He thought that was the worst I could do.
He had no idea what those seven years had already cost me — what was already shutting down inside my body while he stood there worrying about her.
By the time he found out, it was far too late.

I was marrying Boone Ashcroft on a Saturday morning. Before I could step out of the truck, his mother walked up with a rope and pointed at the cattle chute behind the barn.
Her terms: hands and knees through six inches of mud and manure. A metal headgate clamped around my neck at the end. That was the price of walking through her front door.
I said no.
Then forty Ashcrofts surrounded the truck. My phone had zero signal. My family was blocked behind a hay baler a quarter mile back. And the man I'd spent three years with looked me in the eye and said: "You're going through that chute today. Crawling or walking — pick one."
They cornered my best friend. Threw hog blood on the windshield. Thought nobody was coming for me.
They didn't know about the CB radio under the console — or the ten cousins listening on the other end.

I pulled my lips away.

"You like that, my little pixie?"
She nodded as a small moan escaped her lips. She looked up, closing her eyes as I continued pinching and twisting her little nipple.

I leaned forward, biting her neck to taste her sweet blood. She moaned as I drank from her neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her body started trembling from the sensations she was feeling.

A pixie princess tries to escape her arranged marriage by becoming a vampires thrall. Will she succeed or will she be forced in a marriage with a man who killed her first love?

Tally Barca is done with her "all-star asshole" ex and ready to rebuild. What she's not ready for is being the fated mate to two powerful shifter alphas—the dominant Theron and the gentle Connor. With a malicious ex and a jealous rival on her tail, Tally must unlock her own latent power to claim her place in the pack and in their hearts.

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The plan was simple: Break the nephew by seducing the uncle.
Wesley Vance didn't just break my heart; he tried to sell my dignity. So, I went after the only man he feared. The man who owned the city, the empire, and Wesley’s future.
Lance Lawson. He’s cold. He’s untouchable. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. I thought I was the one setting the trap. I wore his shirts, haunted his penthouse, and chipped away at his legendary control until the ice finally cracked.
But I made one fatal mistake. I thought Lance was a man I could use and discard. I didn't realize that once you wake a predator, he never goes back to sleep.
Now, Wesley is gone, the Vance family is in ruins, and I’m trapped in a gilded cage of my own making. Because Lance doesn't want my loyalty. He wants my soul.
I wanted revenge. I got an obsession.

For three years, she nursed her paralyzed husband, risked her own life testing experimental drugs, and nearly destroyed her health to pull him back from the brink of death.
But on the very day he fully recovered, he held his first love in his arms and declared, “I will take care of her and our child for the rest of my life.”
Heartbroken, she asked for a divorce. In return, he coldly froze all her bank accounts and forced her out of the house with nothing, sneering, “You are nothing without me.”
It was not until she hid her pregnancy test and walked away for good that he finally panicked.

Late! Late!! Late!!! Oh, God! Please help me. I don't want to be late, at least not for the first day of my college. I prayed to my dear God and walked so fast inside the college campus as thinking of how I am going to make an excuse.

Shit!! I should have woken up earlier rather than dreaming of my future with my two children. Really Sheila? You don't have a boyfriend even to think about your future, but here you were dreaming of having children, aren't you? Don't tell anyone about your silly dream, they will make fun of you.

Cursing my mind for what seemed to be thousand times, I sped up my walk.

My billionaire lover brought out a bespoke mermaid gown, declaring he would marry whoever could fit into it.
But in my past four lives, every woman who tried it on—whether an ambitious imposter or me, his true love—was brutally tortured and murdered by him.
In my fifth rebirth, the butler knocked on our door with a polite smile, "Mr. Voss says his true love is among you."
Since we four women would die no matter who wore it...
We exchanged a look in the dead silence, turned our heads in perfect unison, and locked our eyes onto the only man in the room.

After three years of agonizing IVF, I was forced into three abortions. The reason? My mafia in-laws’ pet bird stared at my belly and shrieked, "End it."
Even when I was carrying healthy twins, my own parents held me down and forced abortion pills down my throat. My husband—the man I once took a bullet for—watched coldly. "Listen to the bird. Abort."
Lying in a pool of blood, I finally discovered the horrific truth. There was no "sacred bird." My marriage, my ruined womb, and all the IVF tortures were actually part of a terrifying conspiracy.
On my fourth pregnancy, the bird finally decreed, "Keep it!"
As the whole family treated me like a queen and rejoiced to welcome their precious heir, I quietly walked into the operating room.
Armed with lethal evidence, I crashed their grand succession ceremony.
You want an heir? I’ll send you all to hell instead.

He once swore the whole world to me，yet he threw me aside without a second thought，all for his precious adopted sister.
He trampled on my love, ruined my youth, and let me fall into the abyss alone while doting on another woman.
Years later, I return from the ashes, powerful and cold.
I will step into his world, shatter his fame, destroy his fortune, and take away everything he holds dear.
He abandoned me for his adopted sister.
Now, I am his inevitable ruin.

Eldwin Elite Academy is an exclusive boarding school that admits only the pure-blooded descendants of ancient supernatural races.

It's an academy meant to unite all races and prevent an all out war, but right at the center of it are the two most powerful families, The Thorne wolf clan and the Valentino Vampire Family, both at each other's throats.

Their children, Layla Valentino and Kaelen Thorne must work together in preparation for the ultimate mission; sealing the gates of hell.

They must do this while battling the pressure from their families, the unwelcome feelings they're harbouring and right as they're yelling at everyone that put them in the same group, a third character joins the team.

Zaren Blackwood.

A shadow mage from a previously exiled family.
What will he bring to the group?
Peace or chaos?

Or will Layla fall too hard for a mysterious mage with secrets that might destroy the realm?

When Arthur brought his fallen comrade's widow Elena and her son into our knight's estate, I didn't cry or make a scene.

I simply packed our belongings in silence with my daughter Lilith, moving out of the master bedroom.

"Elena is struggling alone with her child," I said calmly to Arthur. "We'll move to the basement so you can better care for them."

On Lilith's seventh birthday, Arthur gave her a magical glider model. Elena's son Damian cried and demanded it for himself.

Lilith expressionlessly handed over the toy: "Father says little brother has no father now, so you'll be his father. As his big sister, I should let him have it."

Arthur was pleased by our tolerance and generosity, but gradually noticed something—I no longer seemed to love him, and our daughter no longer warmed to him either.

He didn't know that in my past life, he had thrown us out of our home for that mother and son. During the winter blizzard, while Lilith and I starved and froze, he gave all our gold and mana stones to Elena's family, leaving us to die of cold and hunger.

After my rebirth, my daughter and I stopped fighting, stopped competing.

But we would never need Arthur again.

When he wanted to carve out my daughter's Star-magic eyes to save Damian, I finally dropped the pretense and called upon my brother—the Abyssal Duke.

Time for this hypocritical holy knight to practice his "Greater Good" with his own Light Core.

I wore a mask to my own wedding—not for romance, but for survival.
My grandfather's ultimatum was clear: marry his childhood friend's grandson, or watch my inheritance go to the step-sister whose mother murdered mine for my father's fortune.
So I became someone else.
Hidden behind carefully crafted features, I walked down the aisle to a man who couldn't even be bothered to show up.
For two years, we lived as strangers with rings on our fingers—him in his world, me in mine.
He never knew the truth: that the woman he ignored was the same one who'd helped him save the Wright Group, the same one he'd despised from the moment we met.
But I played my part perfectly.
And when the divorce papers were finally signed, I thought I was free.
I thought wrong.
Because the mask is coming off, and the CEO who once looked through me is about to discover exactly who he married—and lost.

Victor towers over Lila Thompson in her family kitchen and growls, “You belong to me and you are my fated mate. The Crescent Mother wills it.” Lila spits back, “I don’t belong to anyone,” while Caleb yanks her from a demon ambush, Adrian blackmails her into the trials, and Levi pins her against the arena wall under his father’s lethal gaze.

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Lila Thompson, an 18-year-old outcast with fiery red hair and a wolf mark that burns, is rejected by her fated mate Victor, the ruthless Alpha of Stormfire who now hunts her for death. Forced to flee Alaska’s snowy Caeli Pack, Lila dives into the deadly Demon Hunting Trials where Caleb (her sarcastic half-demon partner) protects her, Adrian (the blackmailing Rivermare wolf) forces her friendship, and Levi (Victor’s own son and prince) defies his father to train her. This dark reverse harem explodes with rejected-mate tension, demon battles, forbidden desire, and savage revenge.

What if your fated mate wanted you dead? Would you run into hell with three dangerous wolves who crave you instead?

A hundred years ago, that curse was meant for him. I'm the one who threw myself in front of it.
It cost me my elven heart, shattered on the spot—and a name I could never wash off. Traitor.
I never argued. Because the moment I speak the truth, the curse goes straight back to him.
So I stayed. I became his blood servant and let him drain me, one bottle at a time, to feed the woman he'd waited a century for. I told myself that if I endured long enough, someday he'd see my heart for what it was.
Then the healer told me my heart had thirty days left.
And he walked in, knife in hand, to say his beloved needed more of my blood.
This time, I'm not enduring anything.
I'm going to give him back this heart—at the exact moment he's most sure he's won.

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

Rule one: This is my side of the room. Jack Carter—that arrogant, messy, insufferable hockey captain—stays on his.

Rule two: He's full of himself, lazy, and gets under my skin like no one else. I hate him. That's not up for debate.

Rule three: ...Absolutely, never notice the way his hair looks when it's still wet from the shower. Or the rare moments when his guard drops and he almost seems... human.

My name is Luca Rinaldi. I came here to win championships and go pro. I can handle anything—even sharing a dorm with Jack Carter, my biggest rival on and off the ice.

He mocks my accent, steals my breakfast, and grins that infuriating "what are you gonna do about it?" smile every time he tramples another one of my rules. On the rink, he plays me like a fool, chirping "too easy" every time he steals the win. The tension between us could set the whole rink on fire.

But here's the thing—when the rest of the team laughs at my accent, he's the first one to shut them down. When I'm dead on my feet after practice, he slides a water bottle into my hand and pretends it was nothing. The harder I push him away, the more he winds his way into my life like ivy I can't tear down.

In this place, rules are everything. And Jack Carter? He was born to break every single one of them. But breaking the rules might cost me everything I've worked for. So tell me—do I shove him away and protect my future, or do I risk it all for the one person who makes my heart race?

She thought she was escaping one cage. She walked straight into another.
Georgia Steele married a man she didn't love to save her family — traded her youth for a gilded prison in Pasadena and called it duty. Then Lord Carlisle Strathearn walked into her life and offered her everything she'd been denied: passion, freedom, the kind of love that made her forget her vows.
She left her husband for him. She left her family. She left everything.
It was only when the doors locked behind her that she realized Carlisle had been watching her long before that first night at the art gallery. That his desire wasn't for her — it was for her destruction. Her father's sins had cost him everything. And Georgia was going to pay the debt.
Now she's trapped beneath a Victorian manor in California, drugged, gaslit, and erased from the world — while Carlisle hosts dinner parties on the floor above her head.
She had two choices once. She has none now.
But the walls she's writing on are starting to whisper back.
Married for Money' Buried for Revenge is a dark psychological romance series about obsession, revenge, and what survives when everything else is taken away. For readers who like their villains brilliant, their heroines unbreakable, and their love stories soaked in shadows.

To avenge my father, I married Philadelphia mafia don Salvatore and poisoned him with my own hands on our wedding night. I thought my revenge was complete, until I met his son Matteo at the funeral—a cold, handsome,dangerous man.

Matteo suspected from the start that I'd killed his father. According to plan, I was supposed to get close to him, seduce him, then kill the last Rossi heir when he trusted me most.

"You're trembling." He cornered me against the wall, his long fingers caressing my cheek. "From fear... or something else?"

"I..." Under his burning gaze, I couldn't find words.

"Don't be nervous, stepmother." He leaned close to my ear, his voice low and magnetic. "I just want to see how honest you are."

When the assassin falls for her target, when stepmother becomes obsessed with stepson, can this dangerous game have a happy ending?

My dad made me a smoothie every morning for six months. I thought it was love.
It was a muscle relaxant.
He'd been slipping just enough into my drink to make my fingers tremble at full draw — just enough to cost me first place at every major competition. Not enough to kill me. Just enough to let Laurel beat me.
Laurel. His mistress's daughter. The girl he bought custom diamond jewelry while giving me clearance-rack gear for my birthday. The girl he wanted to drop into my family, my home, and my spot on the podium.
I found the proof. Stopped drinking his smoothies. Clawed my way back to number one.
Then, two days before the National Youth Archery Trials — the one competition that decides everything — he picked up a steel rod and swung it at my right arm.
My drawing arm.
The bone cracked. Doctors said three months minimum. My coach couldn't look me in the eye. Every scout, every scholarship, every dream I'd bled for over three years — gone in one swing from the man who was supposed to protect me.
Trials start tomorrow morning. And I can't hold a bow.

He thinks I'm a stuck-up, prudish bitch and I think he is an arrogant, stubborn man whore. I don't like him and he certainly doesn't have many nice things to say about me but I need to make this work. After it's all done I can cut ties with him and never have to see him again.

I never thought I would have to give up my dreams to make up for my father's mistakes but here I am working three jobs to get my family out of the hole he dug and now he fucks up royally one final time. Because of his mess, I am given an ultimatum to watch my grandmother's home be sold out from under her or help Ryder Masters, the NBA's wild child, clean up his act by pretending to be his girlfriend for the next twelve years months so he can secure his new contract.

The question is can we both get over our dislike for each other to make everyone believe that we are a real couple? Or will everyone see through the images we project and see this for what it really was?

Can I trust a werewolf with my life? The Bad Boy I shouldn’t love but Do.I’m a witch on the run from a relentless stalker,My brother’s best friend was destined to be the next alpha until I entered his life.Desperate to sever the bond with my supposed mate,I turned to a werewolf, the Alpha-in-training, with a plea.With his bulging biceps and unwavering confidence,He agreed to mark me as his own, sending his pack into chaos.But the more time I spend with him,The more I yearn to make him mine.Now, he must choose between his destiny and our forbidden love.All I know is that my heart will shatter into a million pieces if he rejects me.

Natacha, born into wealth, has always longed for the one thing money can't buy: her parents' love. Despite living in luxury, she's never shared a meal or heartfelt moment with them. Her world crumbles further when her parents divorce, shattering any hope of a united family. Feeling abandoned, she struggles to navigate life with a heart aching for connection.
On the other side of the city,
Alex Starks, a 30-year-old powerhouse of the underground business world, has everything—money, control, and power. But beneath his dominant exterior lies a lonely soul searching for someone to love, nurture, and protect. He dreams of finding the perfect partner who can embrace both his tender and controlling nature.
When their paths cross, sparks fly. Natacha’s vulnerability awakens Alex's instinct to care and dominate, while his unwavering confidence offers her a sense of stability she's never known. But as they draw closer, their individual pasts threaten to tear them apart.
Can Natacha open herself to trust again? And can Alex's need for control coexist with genuine love?
This story is about BDSM.

Lysander’s ex-girlfriend, Evangeline, suggested a hiking trip. Out of obligation to me as his fiancée, he brought me along.
We got lost in the woods and trespassed onto the territory of his half-brother, Orion.
When Orion pointed a gun at us and forced him to choose—
In my past life, he chose me.
As a result, Evangeline was sold to a rival, Matthias, and was tortured to death. I spent the rest of my life bearing the full weight of Lysander’s hatred.
In the third year of our marriage, I lay in a hospital bed after a miscarriage. He stood coldly beside me and said, "Now you know how it feels to lose the love of your life."
Reborn into this life, as Orion’s gun points at me and Evangeline once again, I make the choice for him.
I’m leaving the chance to survive to his true love.

As a regular student, I never expected to fit into the world of trust fund kids. But this real estate heiress reached out to me, said she'd show me how the other half lives, even promised to introduce me to New England's most powerful heir.

I thought she'd be my friend. Thought she actually cared. I even fell for him.

Until she framed me for stealing confidential school files. Until he said, "Just a scholarship kid. No one's gonna miss her." That's when I understood. I was never more than their toy.

They tore up my textbooks, stuffed dead rats in my locker, spent six months tormenting me online and off. My mother couldn't take the vicious comments. Her heart gave out. And me? After I completely broke down, they drove me to the coastal cliffs.

Ice-cold water flooded my nose and mouth. Suffocation dragged me down into despair. I hate myself for being weak. Hate them for their arrogance. Hate this rotten system that treats people like me as disposable.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night she pushed me toward him.

This time, I won't be fooled.

I've only ever craved one man. Someone I trust to claim me, want me and take my virginity. I've never wanted anything as bad as I want him.
He's not just any man.
Him.
Josh Green. He's the one man I'm supposed not to want.
He's off limits
Forbidden
He's my dad's best friend.

I got paid to test-sleep an heiress's fiancé.
One problem: he's my boss.
Bigger problem: I've been catfishing him online for six months—as his fiancée.
Now I'm pregnant. And he just called my real name.

The childhood love between “Kab Kluen” and “He Xing Yi” began with the close bond between their families, tied together by a promise that the two would one day marry.
But fate had other plans.
When Kab Kluen’s family had to return to Thailand permanently,
distance and time caused He Xing Yi to forget that childhood vow.
He found love with someone new and had no interest in marrying Kab Kluen anymore.
Yet fate intervened again.
On his deathbed, Kab Kluen’s father made one final request:
that He Xing Yi marry his son.
Though unwilling, He Xing Yi had no choice but to comply.
What followed were two long years of a marriage in name only.
Kab Kluen gave his all, hoping that one day, He Xing Yi would love him back.
But in return, he was met only with indifference… and heartbreak, again and again.
Where will this love—so painfully one-sided—ultimately lead?
Even Kab Kluen himself doesn’t know the answer…

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

Betrayed and killed by the wolf king in my past life, I came back from hell. On the wedding day, I turned down his proposal without hesitation. I made a blood pact with his greatest enemy—the vampire king. Together, we avenged my child and family, and built a new future in the dark.

Mara Vale has survived Moonspire Academy by staying quiet.

She is a treaty ward, a scholarship student, and the wolf everyone expects to fail. During the public Moon Rank rite, the Alpha Stone gives her no rank at all. The Council calls her defective. Her foster pack calls her unstable. Before nightfall, they order her wolf sealed before her first full shift.

Then Mara bleeds on the stone, and the stone cracks.

Her blood hears what powerful wolves have buried: broken Alpha commands, rotten pack oaths, and the erased scent of a mother she was never allowed to remember. The more they try to silence her, the more the old territory answers.

Kael Draven, heir to the strongest Alpha house, is ordered to stand against her. Protecting Mara could cost him his succession, his pack, and every future he was raised to inherit. But obeying means letting the girl his mark answers be sealed as nothing.

Mara does not want to be claimed. She wants her wolf alive.

With a disgraced Luna candidate, a rival pack commander, and a healer hiding survivor scars, Mara must walk into the rites built to erase girls like her and make the Pack smell the truth.

They marked her omega.

The Moon called her heir.

In the kingdom of the Alpha King, Janelle, a trusted servant, conceals a burning desire for revenge against her parents' killers. When she discovers her true mate is the prince, her world is thrown into turmoil. Torn between love and vengeance, Janelle's quest for justice takes a dangerous turn as secrets unravel and betrayal lurks at every corner. Will she choose love or succumb to the darkness of her past?

Ryder Voss is the tattooed bad boy captain of Blackwood University’s hockey team. He sleeps around, breaks rules, and hates sharing his dorm with the new scholarship rookie.

But Alex Rivera isn’t what he thinks.

As roommates, they fight every day. Ryder can’t stand the quiet, pretty boy who talks back and avoids everything. Alex can’t stand the arrogant player who brings girls to their room almost every night.

Yet the more they argue, the hotter the tension gets.

Ryder starts noticing things he shouldn’t. The soft way Alex looks at him. The strange pull between them.

She’s pretending to be a boy.
He’s supposed to hate “him.”

But hate has never felt this dirty… or this good.

Same team. Same room. Worst mistake.

For the top university in the North American wolf packs, transfer students aren't exactly breaking news. But this one sets the entire forum on fire.

It starts with a photo. A girl standing next to a tall, imposing man. Both faces are deliberately blurred, but that build, that presence... every wolf in North America recognizes it. The Alpha King. The caption reads: "Dad why'd you send me this 😭 I'm not ready to go public yet."

Minutes later, the post vanishes. But screenshots flood the forum.

"Moon Goddess above! Is that really the Alpha King?"

"The girl in the photo... could she be the royal princess no one's ever seen?"

The comments explode. Compliments flood in. Even my aloof boyfriend joins in.

Something feels off. I type out a comment: "The Alpha King keeps a low profile. His daughter should do the same. Posting photos like this... doesn't seem right."

Less than a minute later, the replies come.

"Who do you think you are to question her?"

"Can't stand seeing someone else do well, huh?"

My boyfriend chimes in too: "Quit it. You're embarrassing yourself."

I pick up my phone and dial a number. "Dad, since when do you have another daughter?"

To give my daughter, Lily, a childhood connected to nature, I put on worn-out overalls and carved out a small vegetable patch at the edge of the estate.
That was until today, when a vicious dog lunged without warning, sinking its teeth into Lily's calf. Blood instantly stained the dirt.
I threw myself over my daughter like a madwoman to protect her, only to be viciously whipped across the face with a diamond-studded leash.
"Where did this lowly gardener come from! You hurt my dog—can your two worthless lives afford to pay for it?"
A young woman in a haute couture white dress, her pregnant belly protruding, sneered and waved her hand. "Where is security? Beat this crazy, pathetic woman and her little thief of a bastard to death, and throw them out of the estate!"
Holding my convulsing daughter, I said, "Beat us to death? Have you asked the master of the estate?"
The woman giggled coquettishly.
"My boyfriend is the master of this estate! With just one word from him, he could crush you like an ant!"
What a coincidence.
The "masters of the estate" she spoke of... I know them both.
One is my husband.
And the other... is my son.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

(Nora Moore and Ethan Allen).

"Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick.

"I," she gasped,

closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words,

"I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me."

He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him.

He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick,

"Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

I sit there staring at him, frozen as if time itself has stalled. Of course, it hasn’t—but it feels that way, as I look at the most breathtaking man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Too bad he’s my professor.

Lottie is in her second year at MIT, getting a degree in bioengineering. She’s never been distracted by anyone on campus. Not once. Not until he walked into her classroom and her world tilted.

The problem is obvious: he’s her professor, and he’s ten years older.
The problem she didn’t expect: the electric tingles that shot up her arm when their hands brushed. The sudden, aching need to be near him. To breathe him in.

The problem she never imagined: discovering he’s her fated mate.

How will she handle a truth that could upend both their lives? Will she choose the path that protects them both—or will fate force her hand?


I stand there staring at him for a moment, trying to make sense of what just happened. In the two years Jordan and I have been friends, I’ve seen his dad more times than I can count.
But this is the first time we’ve touched. And the second our hands meet, something sparks.

Charlie has been Jordan's best friend for two years. He’s been in and out of Jordan’s house so often it feels like a second home.
But it isn’t until one ordinary afternoon, two years after meeting Jordan’s dad, that everything changes. One accidental touch. One jolt of something he can’t explain.

Charlie doesn’t know what’s happening to him yet. But he’s about to find out. And when he does, he’ll have to choose: step into the truth fate has been quietly weaving around him—or try to break free from a bond that may not let go.

Nalzen Villarreal is the epitome of beauty. Behind that beautiful face is a darker side of her. She is a spoiled brat daughter, from a rich family.
When both of her parents died. She was surprised by their last will and testament. Stating that she needs to get married in order to inherit their Company.
Her boyfriend Nathan is not yet ready to Marry her. Then she found the perfect Husband for Rent that will turn her life upside down… Aaron Montgomery turned out to be the most famous International Multi- Billionaire Business Tycoon.
Meeting him, her life was never been the same again.
Is she ready for the twisted game of love?