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In my past life, my wife was in a car accident and became a vegetable.

I bankrupted myself trying to save her, going from billionaire to homeless vagrant.

When I finally died mysteriously in prison, I understood the truth:

My wife had been faking her coma all along. She wanted to steal my fortune with her lover—my own brother.

But now I've been reborn.

"Since she's already dead, let's harvest all her organs for donation," I told the doctor.

I’d spent six years working under an alias for the High Council.
The day I came home, I happened to see my daughter being slapped by a woman and forced to kneel down.
I slapped the woman back and called my husband, Derek.
The call connected. In the background, I heard his newlywed wife giggling.
In a voice so cold I barely recognized it, he said, “No one can save you.”
Then he hung up.

That woman sneered, “Here, even the air you breathe belongs to Alpha Derek!”
She had no idea Derek only went from an ordinary Gamma to a Pack king because I’d been laying the road for him from behind the curtain.
Now he had his precious wife and son in his arms, and he still let them treat my daughter like a dog.

I smiled.
If he’d forgotten who lifted him onto the throne.
Then I wouldn’t mind dragging him down with my own hands.

“I’m the one deciding your fate, Derek.”
I took my daughter’s hand and looked straight at the man in front of me.
“Game over. Your Alpha era ends here.”

Elena is a 15-year-old girl who grew up in an abusive and hostile home, unlike her twin sister who, despite growing up in the same house, had the life of a princess.

Eloisa grew up surrounded by luxury, fake smiles and the certainty that the world revolved around her.

A tragedy throws them into the mansion of the older brothers they never knew: Lorenzo, Vicente, Luca, Leonardo and Sandro - powerful, rich and dangerous men who ran the Italian mafia with deadly precision.

Will Elena finally be able to have the peace and freedom she so desires?

Will Eloisa continue to live her fantasy life or will she be forced to face reality?
After all, how can two sisters so different get what they want amidst the chaos of a new life?

Note: This story may contain sensitive themes such as abuse, drug use, and eating and psychological disorders.

When her fated mate chooses her best friend, Euphyllia Ivara Ruinart discovers a cruel truth that she has been reborn countless times, only to be betrayed in every life.

In her despair, one forbidden night binds her to Lucretius Xior Franciosa, Alpha of the Golden Eclipse Pack, commander in the royal military, and her mate's own uncle and sworn enemy. From that night on, cryptic notes and a single chrysanthemum begin to appear, which she soon discovers are from him. It's his constant reminder that she is being watched, claimed, and marked as his.

Then comes his offer: vengeance, in exchange for her body, her trust, and perhaps even her soul. A deal with the devil, which she accepts, swearing to destroy the mate who cast her aside and the friend who betrayed her.

What starts as revenge becomes an entanglement with his darkness, where obsession devours love and ruin is the only end. But amidst the chaos of betrayal and desire, Euphyllia yearns to uncover the mystery of her past lives and discover who she truly is.

In his eyes, I had always been "understanding." Understanding enough not to fight, not to make scenes, not to ask for status.

He said we couldn't go public now, but it was for our future.

Only later did I realize that his "future" never included me.

He chose power, chose arranged marriage, chose to keep me hidden. When I finally left, he started having regrets, started saying he loved me.

But by then I understood—he wasn't regretting losing me. He panicked because I was no longer obedient, no longer his.

So I never gave him another chance. I turned and walked away.

But that was only the first step.

I chose to let the truth surface at his moment of greatest triumph, to let him taste what it feels like to lose everything.

"You were like a starved beast last night," I complained, spreading jam on my toast.
Gideon's hands froze mid-knot on his tie. He turned to me, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.
"Nadia, are you out of your mind? I was in the study finishing up that proposal last night. I crashed on the couch at three in the morning. I never even went into the bedroom."
The knife dropped from my hand onto the table.
If the man I made love to all night wasn't my husband.
Then... who was it?

I took the blame for my wife and went to jail, thinking I was protecting our family.

Five years later, when I was released from prison, my mansion was confiscated, my company fell into the hands of my younger brother, and the woman I loved with all my heart was nestled in my brother's arms, mocking my misfortune.

They had been having an affair for a long time, and even my imprisonment was a conspiracy meticulously planned by this despicable couple! What makes me even more furious is that my precious daughter was abandoned on the street like a stray dog, and subjected to beatings and bullying by their illegitimate son .

They thought that by draining my blood, they could forever condemn me to oblivion.

But they forgot that I was once an unparalleled genius in the business world.

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

"I need to bear my sworn brother a child first."

At our engagement ceremony, my wife took her sworn brother's hand.

"Brother has been so good to me—he even sacrificed his fertility to protect me. This is my way of repaying him."

So they made me wait three years.

When those three years ended, they still thought I'd be the same as before—obeying their every command like a loyal dog.

What she didn't know was this:

I am the Supreme Wolf King.

Everything her family possessed—I gave it to them.

Now, I'm taking it all back.

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.

It is a big pack. I was about to open the door when I heard some giggling from the other side. It was a female I know that because what male giggle.

"Oh yes that feels good" the female moans.

A blush comes to my face as I heard that. I don't want to intrude but I have duties to attend.

I knock on the door hoping they would hear and begin to walk inside only to freeze on the spot. Tears fill my eyes as I look at the teen couple in front of me.

I turned my head back to my mate. He was staring at me with no emotion on his face. No regret that he was kissing someone else.

"Zep-"

"Don't say my name" He snapped at me cutting me off and making me flinch.

"But why?" I croaked. His facial expression turned angry.

"A slut who already has a kid that was not from me. Someone who is a rogue and a disgrace to our kind. Tell me mate how many men have you slept with? I can smell you have been with quite a few. Do you even know who the father of your disgrace is? huh?"

My breath came in short pants as I listened to what he was saying. I was frozen. I couldn't speak.

"I Zephania Abrahms reject you Sasha as my mate. My pathetic mate."

She gave him three years. He gave her nothing but silence.
For three years, she endured a loveless marriage, clinging to the hope that one day he would choose her. But the moment his first love returned, he didn't hesitate. He cast her aside without a second glance. Even her final, desperate question couldn't make him stay.
So she walked away, burying her love along with their past.
What he didn't know: she was carrying his child.
What she didn't expect: his first love's fans would stalk her, run her car off the road, and nearly kill her and the baby.
And when the public turned her into the villain, calling her the "other woman" , he helped spread the lie. To protect the woman he truly loved.
Years later, she signs the final divorce papers from a hospital bed, ready to erase him from her life forever.
That's when the untouchable CEO breaks.
In front of everyone, he falls to his knees, his voice trembling as he begs her not to leave him.
He once let her go without regret.
Now, he will do anything to have her back.
But some wounds don't heal.
And some love stories don't deserve a second chance.

"Are you accepting?' he probed, his eyes brazenly following every line in her body. Ivory instantly grew shy. Her nerve waning.

"I am considering it. However, I am not sure what it entails." her voice and bravado had weakened. Raiden nodded at her words, understanding that he was previously vague.

"It's not a relationship. As I have pointed out to you before, I am attracted to you and wish to explore a purely physical relationship, albeit temporarily," he said, eyeing her every reaction.

"You mean purely sexual?' she corrected him. She knew the words he used were aimed at sugar-coating the reality but she wasn't interested in half-truths when she was considering going against everything she believed in. Raiden nodded. "How long is it to persist?" The more she considered the option the riskier it seemed. She worked closely with Raiden, would this make their relationship awkward?

"It's terminable at the will of either party," he commented. He wasn't in the habit of forcing a woman to be with him, in fact, it was something he made no great strides over. She had complete freedom to stay or leave his bed.

"Another way of saying when you've grown tired of me." she laughed incredulously.

Riley
New name, new look, new life. I've been careful to keep my past at bay. The last thing I needed was the stranger with those calm discerning eyes to cross my path. I must avoid him at all costs, even if he haunts my dreams and sends waves of heat across my skin. My focus is survival, not lust. Not even if he ignited a longing I'd never thought possible.

Draven
A mission. Find the missing girls and bring the perpetrator to justice. The retributive kind. I've grown used to the shadows but I am drawn to her light. Moth to a flame, the only way to quell my curiosity is to satiate it. But not too much. Not completely.

TEASER:
You want me, don’t you?” A simple question that warranted a simple answer.
“Should I have had you checked for a head injury?” he scoffed, a swift blow that knocked the wind out of my lungs and I realised I had been holding my breath. My lips parted, and my chest heaved, working overtime to replenish my body’s oxygen from those few moments of starvation.
Steeling my spine, I stepped forward, invading his space, oblivious to the eyes that were thrown our way. Or was I imagining that? Draven didn’t budge, a perfectly shaped brow elevated as he considered my movement with little interest. There wasn’t a single flicker of emotion to cross his features, not even that Godforsaken misleading smile made an appearance.
“Then you’ve no reason to threaten any man I may find interesting.” I breathed the words slowly, erotically.

Betrayal cuts very deep, but who says revenge can't be sweeter and satisfying?

Married to the one man who once claimed he loved her wholeheartedly, Claire is broken when she finds out about her dear husband’s endless escapades. To make matters worse, he had also been cheating on her with his secretary and had gotten her pregnant, yet he tortured her physically, mentally and emotionally and wasn't remorseful about it.

Determined to take revenge on him for the intentional pain he had caused her over the years, she set out to shatter his world completely. She does the unthinkable, and is about to turn the tables in the most shocking way.

Lila Varyn lost all her memories in an accident, remembering nothing but her own name. She woke up alone, helpless, and penniless. Her fiancé Caelum Fairmoon showed up with Seraphine Varyn, Lila’s younger half-sister. Caelum believed Lila was faking amnesia to gain sympathy and attention. Not only did he refuse to help her, but he also mocked her. He even lied that Walter Fairmoon, who appeared on TV, was Lila’s boyfriend, telling her to go to Walter, who was rumoured to have been disabled because of her, for help. Caelum wanted to watch Lila get humiliated and rejected, so she would return to him, obedient and clingy as before.

No one knew that Walter had recognised Lila as his childhood first love the moment he saw her at his younger cousin’s engagement party, and had sensed she was his fated mate. He had just hidden his love because of their forbidden relationship. Two years earlier, Walter had been severely injured and left disabled in an incident. Everyone told him Lila had deliberately set him up. Therefore, when the amnesiac Lila came to him for help, he distrusted her and suspected she had an agenda, yet he could not bring himself to refuse her help.

To pay off her “debt” to Walter, Lila became his personal assistant. But she soon noticed that Walter seemed to act differently during the day and at night.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

"Didn't know a clumsy girl would be sent to me?" He said, and I felt a ripple go through me.

His voice!

It was the deepest one I have ever heard. His aura screams power but I don't know why I kept on looking at his face as if I was under a love spell.

"You keep looking at me, did you find me too pretty?" He asked, and his deep voice jolted me awake, goosebumps traveling down my skin when I realized he grabbed my ass cheek.

Fuck!

Now, I wasn't expecting that.

"Sorry, I don't think I heard you well," I said in a calm voice, averting my gaze. And thanks to the mask, he would have seen my cheeks red with blush.

"What music would you want me to dance to?" I said as I stood upright, my heart beating wildly against my chest.

"I think another person should be brought in, don't you think?" He asked, his head cocked to one side and I swear, his words hit a nerve in me.

No client has ever belittled me before and his rude remark felt like a blow to me.

"I don't think you will be needing another girl," I said and touched the collar of his shirt.


Valeria seems like a regular omega on the surface but beneath that perfect smile lies a great secret. Driven by vengeance and revenge, she works as a stripper at night to find her parents' killer.

Her thirst for vengeance ultimately makes her cross paths with a mysterious masked man she feels holds the answers she seeks.

But what will happen when Valeria is arranged to marry the Lycan King, who seeks an open marriage? She is forced to live a double life to keep her secrets.

Amanda Rousso married Kenneth Chavez for the thought that all her problems when it comes to finances will solve everything, but she is wrong because the moment she said yes to the fixed marriage, her soul was already buried six feet under the ground.

She never thought she would become a pawn in Kenneth’s twisted game, and trapped her in the marriage filled with broken vows and lies. Throughout 5 years of being together, she was able to learn how to love him and obey him, but Kenneth was so abusive and couldn't accept her because, for him, Amanda is the reason why his first love left him. In order to avenge her, she must endure all the cold treatment.

In the darkest moments of her life, Amanda decided to escape, and she stumbled into the arms of Damon Vera, the king of Mafia society who was feared by everyone. Damon pledged to protect her, but with one condition. She will marry Damon.

Now, Amanda must decide. Will she marry Damon to spare her life and run away from her past that keeps hunting her or get entangled in his life and power as if she stepped into another level of prison?

Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack.

Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens.

What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is?
Will she be able to forgive him?
What fate lies ahead for them?

"What do you want from me?" he asks, staring at the woman who transforms from an exquisite, perplexing beauty into sexual temptation.
"I want you to kill me."
“You’re already dead, strigoi.”
As he clutches the doorknob, her voice caresses his ears —
“I want true death.” Her tone softens, too alluring to refuse. “And only you can give it to me, WOLF.”

When an outcast vampiress meets the most desired Alpha CEO in the city, there should have been bloodshed. Fate, on the other hand, has different plans for them. Wolves, vampires, and the entire supernatural underworld will come between them. But those are simple to overcome in comparison with their own prejudices.

For Paul, she's a tainted soul. In normal circumstances, he would give her what she wants, death. But the rules he loves so much compel him to protect her.

For Laura, he's just a means to an end, someone who holds the key to what she desires. Love is just a stumbling block in a life she doesn't want to live.

She's pregnant with my brother's baby. And if he doesn't marry her, I will.


It was Austin’s turn to seething with rage. “You are not aborting that child.” His voice echoed menacingly, animosity lingering in the air around them.

My body, my rules.” She shot back with an unbothered shrug.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice.” He barked. The idea of marriage and children had never crossed his mind. It wasn’t a part of his life plan. “I’d chain you to a bed for the entire nine months if I have too.”

She blinked, stupefied that he thought himself capable. “I think you forget who you are speaking too, Austin.” She pronounced his name with disgust. “You cannot scare or manipulate me into following along with your ideas.” Marriage? To Austin Demon Cyner? Now that was a delusion. “A stupid one at that.” She added, eyeing him meticulously.

“Marry me, Skylar. It’s a win-win; a marriage of convenience.” He’d cleared his throat and was taking long strides towards her. Suddenly the room felt too small to contain the sheer size of him.

“I severely dislike you, though. What am I winning exactly?” her feet were traveling backwards, unwilling to have her standing up too close to him.

“A stable home for your child,” the sound of his shoes tapping rhythmically in her ear “Our child.” He added on quickly, his voice low, compelling her to agree.

“I don’t recall you being in the room when it was made.”


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"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!

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

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

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

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

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

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

I was reborn, back to the moment before I was dragged to death by motorcycles in the wasteland.

In my previous life, I listened to the moral blackmail of the saintly female lead Daisy and used my abilities to desperately save a motorcycle gang surrounded by zombies.

As a result, I was severely injured from ability overexertion, and these ungrateful wolves used me as a tool to establish dominance, dragging me to death with motorcycles across the wasteland.

Before I died, Daisy was still there crying: "We tried our best, this isn't our fault."

Now that I have a second chance, she stands before me again shouting:

"Cole! What are you standing there for? Go save them! Those people are going to die! You have abilities, you must save them!"

Looking at her hypocritical saintly face, rage burned in my chest.

Why should my abilities save ungrateful wolves? Why should my life be a stepping stone for others?

The kindness of fools is worthless!

So I threw her out to feed the zombies!

When the apocalypse struck, my brother Leo didn't hesitate to choose the offshore sanctuary.
In our past life, faced with a choice between a powerful inland warlord commanding a massive army and a leader clinging to a solitary island, Leo snatched up the first option.
But when a zombie horde overran the mainland and defenses collapsed, he fled to my island for refuge.
Jealous of how well I was surviving the end of the world, he and our parents knocked me unconscious in the dead of night and threw me into the ocean to drown.
Now that I've been reborn, Leo immediately took our parents to the maritime base, leaving the "dangerous" mainland to me.
He thinks the ocean is a natural barrier that guarantees his safety, that he can sit back and relax while the world burns.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
Zombies aren't just static, mindless walking dead—they evolve.
And when they do, that offshore sanctuary will become a floating hell with no way out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

I'm an ancient vampire prince who's been playing human boyfriend to a demon hunter.
Big mistake.
She's completely unhinged—GPS tracking, 24/7 surveillance, the works.
When she threatens to dump me unless I surrender all my secrets, I do the unthinkable:
I actually say yes.
Too bad she doesn't know her "helpless" boyfriend has been the one keeping her alive all this time.

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

“Show me your breasts.”

One of the buyers came up in front of her again. His nose crinkled, lifting his upper lip into a sneer.

She raised her fingers to her bodice, obeying as she always must if she did not wish to face severe punishment.

“My lord” manager appeared in a gesture of respect.

Suddenly, manager stopped. His voice rised in a strangled manner.

Gayriel looked up, unable to help herself. Three years at the choosing house and she had never once seen manager flustered.

“That one.” said a voice.


Woman. Virgin. Sex slave.

Three words that describe Gayriel on the day she is to be sold into service.

But she want freedom. She expected it would be difficult, and she expected it would be dangerous—the very act of escape would forfeit her life if she was caught. What she didn't expect was him.

Dynarys Firestriker, general of the Amber Aerie guard. Dragon Lord. Half Breed.

His very blood is a legacy he must fight to overcome, and slipping a female spy into his enemy's midst is the easiest way to prove himself. But the slave he chooses for the task is anything but easy. Worse, she tempts his beast...


PLEASE NOTE: This is a complete series collection for Amber Aerie Series by Lacey St Sin. Seperate books from the series are available on the author page.

“I will give you space to adjust to your position...to understand the true scope of your power because you are a strong woman, Hellcat, and you will not be satisfied any other way. When you come to me it will not be through any means of manipulation, any bargain or power on my own part, but by your own initiative.” His hand cupped her face and his thumb ran over her bottom lip, “but, I am a man who gets what he wants,” he told her, “and you will come to me.”

Tianna Koehler was just a normal, everyday woman, overworked and over stressed, until she stumbled through the portal. Thrown into a world reminiscent of Earth’s long ago past she quickly becomes dependent on the kind doctor of a small village to teach her the language and keep her safe from the villagers suspicions. When a unit of daemon invade and begin kidnapping locals she knows she owes the doctor her life, and volunteers to take his place as their prisoner.

She doesn’t know what to expect from the dangerous and sinfully attractive daemon leader, Xor’annan, or why he would need to kidnap humans at all. When he leads her to a room with directions to heal a sick infant or die with her Tianna decides that the daemon are as cruel as she had been told. Now bound to the tiny girl Tianna must unravel the mysteries surrounding the baby, because her failing condition is the least threat to the infant. And somehow Xor’annan is tied to the core of it all.

Sara Mae Xavier is living every Omega's dream--she is the Alpha King's mate! That's until he betrays and rejects her. He also accuses her falsely, and she is sentenced to two years at the notorious North Academy, a campus made specifically for delinquent werewolves. She has no idea how she'll survive, being a weak Omega, but she soon realises that's the least of her problems. Her roommates are three Alphas, each with a notorious reputation of his own. But that's not the worst part...why on earth does she have a mate bond to all of them?

“You did something to me. I was running and you pointed some kind of weapon at me and now...” Mia looked around noting more women nearby.
“Yes, you are one who has been selected. It is essential you eat now. We must move forward shortly, the forest is not safe at night.”

“Selected for what? I don't even know where I am. I'm either super high or this is some kind of elaborate prank...”

She glanced at the other women. They were young, maybe even younger than herself. Two with dark hair and olive skin huddled next to one another, their eyes glassy and wide. They looked to be sisters, perhaps.

There was a blond sitting straight backed, her hands trembling as she lifted something to her lips and took a bite. The last was a pale little thing, huddled on the ground with her arms wrapped around her knees and her chestnut bob hanging in her face.

Mia finds herself captured by an exotic alien race and dragged through a portal to their world, Callaphria.
An alien violent world filled with alien violent predators. A world devastated by a decades long war...and the Livarians are the last of their kind.
Along with several dozen of her fellow women, she is given the task of choosing a mate and...breeding children. Not going to happen. Instead, Mia is determined to find a way back to Earth, but the more she learns about the plight of the Livarians the more she is drawn to them. And the more she learns about Draven, their prime...the more she questions what she really wants.
When she learns that something is hunting their people, Mia is determined to save them all. For the real enemy is not what they think.

The sequel Taming Tianna is coming

Isabelle Cruz is forced to marry Jacob Garcia in place of her adoptive sister. As far as she knows, Jacob is an illegitimate son who's an idler, reckless, and not worth much. Unknown to her, he is a billionaire CEO who's determined to end their arranged marriage as soon as possible.
Jacob Garcia is in a hurry to end his arranged marriage to his new wife, Isabelle. He doesn't think it's going to be hard. After all, why would a woman from a wealthy family stay married to a poor man? But he realises quickly Isabelle's is nothing like he expected, and that things may not go according to plan.

On their third anniversary, instead of a gift, Bryce threw divorce papers directly at Rose’s face so his first love could move into their marital bed.

"Sign it immediately. Lily is back, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved," Bryce sneered, looking at Rose's faded dress with utter disgust. "I’ll give you a million dollars. Don't let my grandmother know you're struggling on the streets like a beggar."

For three years, Rose had swallowed every humiliation, scrubbing floors and secretly using her own connections to build Bryce’s empire from nothing. She loved him so deeply she willingly played the role of a poor orphan. But looking at his cold, arrogant eyes, her love turned to ash.

"Keep your dirty money," Rose whispered. She picked up the pen, signed the papers without a single tear, and slammed them onto the table. "Give me half an hour to pack. Johansen is nothing without me!"

An hour later, Bryce stood by the window, expecting to see his pathetic ex-wife crying in the rain. Instead, he watched in absolute shock as a limited-edition white Rolls-Royce smoothly pulled up to her. A man in a custom Armani suit stepped out, respectfully opened the door, and gently kissed her hand before she slipped inside.

Bryce’s blood boiled instantly. "She left with a billionaire? Who the hell is that man?!"

What Bryce didn't know was that the man wasn't just any billionaire. He was Dominic Cavendish, the most ruthless CEO in the country—and Rose’s fiercely protective older brother, coming to take the true heiress of the Cavendish empire back to her throne.