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At fifteen, my parents died on their way of volunteer teaching in underprivileged areas. I was adopted by the Miller family’s Don, Vincent and was brought up by himself. For ten years, he hauled me out of the mud, gave me a home, gave me favor no one else got and taught me what a “family” was supposed to mean.
On my eighteenth birthday, I climbed onto his bed and kissed him.
He called me disgusting with a face like ice. Later, he brought Isabella home, forced me to be her bridesmaid, and made me go with her to pick out wedding dresses and jewelry.
One shove from her was all it took for him to lock me in a pitch-black confinement room and he even had the light removed.
That was when I finally understood: everything I had could be taken back from me at any moment.

I’m Aurora. I died at the hands of my family.
“You were born a walking curse to this Pack. Taking Nora’s place and marrying Liam is what you owe us!” My mother, Patricia, bound my arms and legs with a rope dusted in silver powder. My sister Nora raised a silver-laced dagger and drove it straight into my heart. “Your name, your mate, everything belonged to you is mine!” Then she used a face-shaping spell to transform into my appearance, took over Black Moon manor, and waited for my Alpha mate, Liam, to come home.
I became a ghost and was pinned to her side by a soul-sealing array, forced to watch her clumsy imitation. “Liam, I made your favorite wild-berry oatmeal.” But a wolf’s nose never lies. Liam frowned and stepped away. “That artificial perfume on you… that isn’t her.” I watched him spend sleepless nights after his Wolf-Soul Stone shattered. I watched him uncover the truth that my old injury on my left foot was gone, and “I” was no longer allergic to silver-scale fish. Only then did I understand: the Alpha who looked cold had already carved me into his heart.
Not until he dug up what was left of my body, two undeveloped twin pups still hidden inside me, did Liam finally break. With eyes burning red, he roared, “What you owe me… what you owe Aurora… you’ll pay with your lives!” When dawn rose, my soul dissolved into the morning light. All I wished for, in the next life, was to meet him somewhere without betrayal, to be two ordinary wolves who could protect our children, together.

In my past life, when the apocalypse broke out, I braved the pressure and opened the fortress gates to take in my mother-in-law and brother-in-law, who had nowhere else to go.
They shoved my wife and me straight into a horde of zombies.
My wife and I were reborn seven days before the apocalypse. I turned my head and saw the same fear and coldness surging in her eyes as mine:
"This time, don't open the door."
"Never." I smiled coldly.
Not only would I keep the door shut—I would watch with my own eyes as those bloodsucking ingrates, who had drained me dry in my past life, were slowly devoured by hunger and despair right outside the gate.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

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

He grabbed my neck in a tight grip and slammed my back on the cold wall, his dark eyes burning in rage. I don't flinch, neither did the taunting smirk on my lips disappear. One that I notice that increases his anger.

“Don't tempt me little monster because I can burn you,” his voice was icy cold. His breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine.

“I'm not scared, big bad Alpha,” I bite my lips and lift my chin in a challenging look, ignoring the burn on my neck. “You can burn me, but believe me, you can't resist me.”

“I will kill you.” He gritted. I smirked, seeing the struggle in his eyes.

“I dare you.”

……

Ezekiel Roosevelt was cursed by the moon goddess for the sin he committed. Years later, the moon goddess sent her daughter to be Ezekiel's mate. But Ezekiel swore that he will never accept the daughter of the goddess that cursed him.

Ezekiel vows to resist her, to deny the bond that burns his soul, yet destiny doesn’t bend to hatred.

His fated mate is Dalia, the daughter of the very goddess who destroyed him. To him, she is the enemy. The goddess’s weapon. But to the prophecy, she is the key to stopping another war that's lurking in the shadows.

In a world built on lies and betrayal, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

And when shadow meets moonlight, one will burn, and one will break.

Sarah Chen, a detective, has solved a lot of odd cases, but none like this.

Marcus Rivera is broke because his wife left him with nothing. To pay his bills, he must rent out a room in his rickety old home. Marcus believes his financial troubles are resolved when an enigmatic woman named Elena Voss arrives with a black suitcase and enough cash for six months.

However, Elena is not who she seems to be. Strange occurrences begin to occur, including Elena never leaving the house during the day, strange noises at three in the morning, and an awful stench that won't go away. The spooky noises emanating from Marcus's house are discussed in whispers by the neighbors.

Detective Chen discovers something far worse than burglars when she arrives to investigate complaints regarding prowlers. Marcus keeps making up stories about everything, and there are odd stains in the basement and fresh dirt in the backyard. Marcus's ex-wife vanished three months ago, the last tenant of that room vanished, and Elena's name is not on any computer. The terrible stench comes from something dead, not from old pipes.

Elena isn't merely hiding in Marcus's home, though. She chose this house for a very specific reason, and she's hunting for something. She is aware of the bodies, Marcus's sinister secrets, and the true reason his wife abandoned him.

Detective Chen must determine who is the hunter and who is being hunted as she attempts to prevent another person from going missing. Detective Chen will have to answer the most terrifying question of all when he learns the truth about Marcus's past and what Elena intends to do about it: What do you do when the monster may already be dead?

"We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection."

Happiness finds a new pack and creates a new self: she is no longer weak, an omega, or abused. She is now the strongest warrior of her new pack: The Crescent Moon Pack. What will happen when she has to confront her old pack and mate once again? Will she resist the mate bond and will she ever forgive her mate, her brother, and her old pack members?

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.

BETRAYED BY MY OWN
PLOT SUMMARY

Jemima Luciana Valerian is a cold blooded teenager.
But you really can't blame her, can you?
She was raped at a tender age of twelve by her own father, scorned by her only sister and finally sold to a mafia gang that kills and sells body part by her own mother....
Now at eighteen, she's a trained assassin and the only thing keeping her going is revenge.
But plans changed as she comes across the most feared Mafia, Jay Black!
They shared a one night stand which caused animosity between them. They are however assigned to a task and they must both put their differences aside to work on it. Tension rises as sparks fly between these two but one person ends up with a broken heart.

What will happen if the most feared assassin and most revered Mafia go head to head?

Will it be the beginning of new feelings or the end of past hatred?

Find out in Betrayed By My Own

Disclaimer: This is a book filled with so much anger, hatred, revenge, lust, desire and so much more. It contains explicit language and very matured scenes. If you're reading this, you're doing so solely at your own risk

Story blurb
After Zara’s family is framed and brutally executed as traitors, she is reduced to a life of slavery in the Nightshade pack, enduring constant torment and rejection. But her world takes a sudden turn when she catches the eye of Alpha Ashen, ruler of a powerful kingdom and fiancé to the Alpha's daughter. Captivated by Zara, Ashen defies expectations and proposes to her instead, sparking chaos among the packs.
On her journey to her new life, Zara is kidnapped by Magnus—a dangerous rogue who shocks her with two revelations: he is her fated mate and the rightful heir to Ashen’s throne. Years ago, Magnus’s family was slaughtered, and their throne seized by Ashen’s father. Now, Magnus has returned, stronger and vengeful, determined to use Zara as leverage to reclaim his birthright.
But as fate entangles them, Magnus must wrestle with the pull of their mate bond, while Zara is torn between the fierce love of the Alpha who rescued her and the dark allure of the man who holds her captive. And Ashen must decide: will he risk everything—the throne, his pack, and his reputation—to save the woman he loves?
Dive into a gripping tale of betrayal, revenge, passion, romance and a love triangle where hearts collide with ambition. Will love conquer all, or will power and vengeance destroy everything? Find out in this riveting werewolf saga.

Ruth: Dominic, please, will you accept me for who I am?
Dominic: Ruth, your abilities are too unusual for me to handle. I can't accept them.
Ruth: But I love you. I thought you'd see past my differences.
Dominic : I do care about you, but I can't change how I feel about your abilities.
Ruth: I understand, Damon. I hope you find the happiness you're looking for.

Ruth hails from a lineage of unique abilities. Despite the extraordinary talents that run in their family, Ruth finds herself isolated from the rest of the world. Her abilities are a source of alienation, and even though she possesses a close-knit family that accepts her, others remain reluctant to do the same.

She just turned 16 and it's time to find her mate, but will they accept her or will they leave like everyone else?

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."

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

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.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

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.

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.

"And what game are you to play?"

The masked Cannibal stepped forward. We were ten girls - all stark naked, different shapes and different skin colours. He walked before us, stopping to watch each of our faces and the sizes of our breasts.

Finally, he selected a girl with breasts the size of watermelons.

She squirmed under his grip.

"Go down on your knees!" He yelled at her.

Her eyes bulged, and she was hit across the face.

"If you're slow, you'll die faster like ants!" The man yelled.

The redhaired girl beside me was already sobbing softly. I glanced around. Most of us brought in here must have been forced here against our will, sold maybe by a loved one or worst kidnapped while being lost.

Some were humans like me, and others - werewolves, a threat to the Cannibals. And if you were identified as one, a brace heavy and thick was shackled and wounded around your neck.

I was only human. Luckily, I still had my pendant necklace around my neck given to me by my uncle.

"On your knees!" He forced her to her knees.

She did so quickly, her air intake was in shaky breaths.

The masked man peeled up his skirt and yanked out his monstrous dick.

It was long, stiff and dark. It was probably unwashed for days, and around it was hairs like grass.

I winced my face. No way was I taking that in my mouth.

Luckily, I wasn't the girl kneeling in front of the Cannibal.

"Now suck," he told her.

She took his cock and buried it inside of her mouth.

Was this the game we were playing, sucking dicks?



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