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My girlfriend told me she was part of a social experiment. Her task was to get close to a target, and if she quit, she’d owe a crushing penalty.

So she kept canceling on me, staying out all night, and letting another man hold her—then came home in tears and said she had no choice.

I believed her for three years.

What she never knew was that I was the hidden heir to a billion-dollar family empire. While we were together, I was under a private family test and forbidden to reveal who I really was.

The day that test ended, I took back my name.

The first thing I did wasn’t return to the boardroom. I went straight to the lab behind her so-called experiment.

The man in charge turned the screen toward me. “We never had any massive penalty. The contract is clear. She could have quit at any time.”

Three years. No forced mission. No trap she couldn’t escape.

Every line she crossed, she chose to cross herself.

I didn’t confront her. I just took my things, ended the relationship, and walked away.

She thought I was just angry.

She had no idea that after reclaiming my identity, the first thing I did was uncover every lie she had ever told me.

Before the zombie outbreak, I was a hardcore doomsday prepper. I hoarded countless supplies, but when the apocalypse actually arrived, I ended up turning into a zombie myself. Just as I was overwhelmed with panic, my girlfriend and the guy she was cheating on me with brought a mob of thugs to smash down my door...

Last life, my girlfriend was trapped in a fire. I ran in, took the burns, and dragged her out alive.
When she woke up, she pointed at me first: “He’s the arsonist.”

Only later did I learn the truth—she’d been sleeping with her boss. They set the fire for an insurance payout and pinned everything on me.
Police investigations, the company cutting ties, the media turning me into a monster—I couldn’t prove a thing. I died in the rain, discarded like trash.

This time, I didn’t expose them. I didn’t call the cops.
On the night of the fire, I left early—then staged a robbery and walked myself into a police station, building the cleanest alibi possible.

They lit the match on schedule, trapped themselves, and waited for me to charge in.
As the flames grew and I never showed, she called—furious—demanding I come now.

I glanced at the officer taking my statement and said into the phone, calmly:
“Sorry. I can’t leave right now.”

I have guarded the Abyss on the Ashen Plains for a thousand years.

My daily routine: chewing rock-hard rye bread, single-handedly crushing the skulls of trespassing demons, wiping their slime off on a ragged surcoat, and leaning against a bronze pillar to catch the wind.

Today, a dying girl stumbled into the wasteland. Her fingers were locked in a death grip around the bloodstained iron crest I had left behind a millennium ago. Up on the ridge, three hundred heavy cavalrymen of the Alliance drew their lances, forming a wall of steel as they closed in.

I stared at the blood on the ground. I didn't make a sound.

I just brushed the biscuit crumbs off my lap and stretched my stiff neck. Turning around, my fingers hooked onto the hilt of a rust-eaten battleaxe resting beneath the bronze pillar. I dragged it along with casual ease.

"Troublesome."

I muttered that single word, and walked alone toward the formation of steel.

As the extreme cold apocalypse arrives, my most trusted protégé conspires with other shareholders to force me from power. Everyone is watching me become a laughingstock.

Just as I reach the brink of desperation and prepare to sign my resignation, countless scrolling comments suddenly cover my vision.

They're frantically displaying information about the future, such as—in three days, the apocalypse will end...

In my past life, my brother-in-law predicted the coming of an extreme cold apocalypse and claimed he would awaken a spatial ability on the day it arrived.
I didn't believe him, but under pressure from my wife's family, I purchased supplies anyway. Then the frozen apocalypse actually came.
I thought we'd survive together as a family, but my brother-in-law had bragged about his spatial ability and massive supplies before awakening. When his ability manifested, the space was pitifully small, and everyone he'd told came to rob us.
When food ran out, my wife's family turned on me, killing and eating me.
Reborn, I've decided to take revenge on my wife's entire family. And it all starts with secretly building my own shelter.

My daughter has been blind since birth. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally received news of a matching cornea donor.
Our whole family was so excited we couldn't sleep that night. My husband and daughter eagerly prepared for the surgery, their hearts filled with hope that she would soon see the light.
But I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and, amidst the family's stunned gazes, proposed a divorce on the spot.
My husband's face turned ashen as he demanded harshly, "You want a divorce just because I'm going through with our daughter's surgery?"
I curled the corner of my mouth and enunciated every word: "That's right. Because you're going through with her surgery—this marriage is over."

Six years ago, Marlowe Kestrel drowned in the Duskhaven canals, or at least that is what the obituary said, what the empty coffin implied, and what every ruling House in the city has believed ever since.

In reality she swam two streets over, bribed a mortician with a forged signature, and built herself a new, gloriously unremarkable life as a small time magical forger who fixes other people's problems for coin and never, ever asks about bloodlines. It was a good plan.

It worked for six entire years, which is roughly five years and eleven months longer than anyone expected a Kestrel to survive in hiding. Then Jonas, the only man alive who knew her real name, turns up dead in his own workshop with a mark burned into his palm that Marlowe has spent her whole life trying to forget she carries too, and the only lead worth following belongs to Cassian Draven, heir to the most feared criminal House in the city, a man with a smile like a drawn blade and a family reputation built on making problems disappear as thoroughly as Marlowe once did herself.

Cassian recognizes her in under a minute, does not turn her in, and instead offers a deal she has no good reason to accept and every practical reason to take, pose as his fiancée at the season's summit of ruling Houses, help him smoke out whoever is hunting them both, and maybe, if she is very lucky and very careful, walk away with her second fake death arranged before anyone notices the first one was fake too.

The trouble is, the longer she spends pretending to love a Draven, the harder it gets to remember that hating him was ever supposed to be the easy part.

I’m a retired special forces soldier.

Three months ago, my little brother vanished—and every lead went dead.

I tracked the trail to a private rehab clinic on a tropical island. On the surface, it’s wellness and recovery. Underneath, it’s an organ market.

Following the clinic led me to one person—her. She specializes in luring “donors” through the front door.

To avenge my brother, I got close on purpose and let her become my girlfriend.

She thought I was easy money, a body delivered to her table, and she brought me into that clinic herself.

She didn’t know I’d been waiting for this moment for three months.

On the operating table, the needle hovered three centimeters from my skin.

She thought I was finished.

She didn’t know these hands have held a gun—and snapped more than a few necks.

My wife and in-laws have been acting strange lately.

They've always hated the Texas farm, but now they suddenly care about me and the ranch.

My wife, who used to complain about me spending money on the "doomsday bunker" farmhouse project, is now actually encouraging me to complete it.

They even say I've been working too hard and bought me a plane ticket to Mexico.

Just as I'm about to take the ticket, a barrage comment appears before my eyes—

【Don't go! Your wife has been reborn from the apocalypse—she wants you to die out there!】

At the company's annual client appreciation dinner, I was the one in charge of booking the venue.
To save the company money, I picked my aunt's upscale restaurant with a skyline view. Since we were family, she only charged us at cost. When I posted the details in our Slack channel to confirm with the team, no one had any objections—except for the intern, who slowly tagged me in the chat:
[Arthur, I don't mean anything by it.]
[I just want to ask—how big a kickback did you get for booking your family's restaurant?]
[After all, the money for this dinner is coming out of our bonus pool.]
[So you should return that money to the rest of us, right?]
The other coworkers started liking the message and chiming in to support him.
So I dropped the whole thing on the spot and handed the task over to that intern, who loved talking about "fixing workplace injustice."
Then the night of the dinner came.
From the CEO all the way down to the investors, everyone was pinned on the deck and searched by armed Coast Guard officers.
The most important client contact collapsed from a heart attack on the spot and was airlifted by helicopter straight to the ICU, costing the company a multimillion-dollar enterprise cybersecurity contract.

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

My name is Grace Lawson. In everyone’s eyes, I’m a young, beautiful, and widely renowned hypnotist.
I’m also the girlfriend and cooperative partner of Adrian Carter, a rising star in the business world.
Lovers and partners—we raked in money together, winning big and shining bright.
In just three years—one thousand days and nights—I stood by him from nothing to everything, through every storm.
And yet, even with love and profit working well together, he still wouldn’t bring up marriage.
Until I happened to hear him say:
“A woman like Grace Lawson isn’t suited to be a wife.”
“Who knows if the love I feel for her is just one of her schemes?”
Later, I broke my promise and hypnotized him.
That was when he finally got scared—when he understood my hypnosis could make him willingly do anything.
But I only said softly: “Adrian Carter, close your eyes… Forget me. Forget me completely.”

I hate Beckett Hayes.
I hate his stupidly perfect face.
I hate the arrogant smirk that has sold millions of jerseys.
I hate that half of Chicago seems to worship the ground his skates touch.
But mostly? I hate what he did to my brother.
Eight years ago, Beckett Hayes destroyed my family. I haven't spoken to him since.
So naturally, on the first morning of my dream job with Chicago's hottest professional hockey team, I find him leaning against my office door.
Older. Bigger. Hotter. And wearing the same infuriating smile I remember.
My new job should have nothing to do with Beck. Until another one of the captain's scandals lands him in trouble and management decides I'm exactly the person he needs.
Now I'm traveling with him. Managing him. Arguing with him. Trying very hard not to notice what years of professional hockey have done to his body.
Then a photograph of us nearly kissing goes viral.
Suddenly everyone wants Beckett Hayes and Sloane Mercer together. The team. The sponsors. The fans. Everyone except me.
Because I know exactly who Beck is. At least, I thought I did.
But the closer I get to him, the more the story I've believed for eight years starts falling apart.
Beck didn't destroy my brother. He protected him.
And the man I've spent almost a decade hating? He's spent every one of those years wanting me.

"Evelyn Drake, are you truly set on joining the FBI as an undercover agent?"
The senior officer Garrett stared intently at the elegantly dressed woman before him, his gaze laced with inquiry and faint doubt.
It was his occupational habit, even a special knack, to categorize everyone he met into distinct social ranks—and he was exceptionally good at it, never once misjudging anyone.
In his eyes, Evelyn Drake, with her flawless makeup and platinum-blonde hair all the way down to the roots, was far from cut out to be an agent.
He had seen countless such pampered wealthy wives throwing petty tantrums. Most would make a scene at the front desk, only to be coaxed home meekly by their rich husbands soon after.
If such a delicate lady were admitted into the FBI, he suspected even the Kevlar bulletproof vest alone would chafe her soft skin raw.
Lost in these thoughts, Garrett let out a disdainful chuckle, his tone brimming with scorn. "Are you really sure? You'd give up your lavish lifestyle to become an FBI agent?"
Sensing his contempt, Evelyn took off her expensive wristwatch and slipped it into her handbag, then nodded firmly at him. "I am absolutely certain."

BLURB
"You're the only one who can wake me. Now you'll carry my curse, and my crown."
When Aria Silverthorn's fiancé and stepsister publicly accused her of being Omega-born fraud, stripping her rank and dignity, she lost everything. Cast into the Forsaken Lands to die, she survived three months of hell—and desperation drove her to the forbidden Moonfall Crypt, where Alpha King Kael Nightfang has been entombed for five years.
The Council claims he died heroically. The truth? They poisoned him with wolfsbane silver, trapping him in death-sleep when he discovered their corruption.
When Aria touches his tomb seeking shelter, the impossible happens. He wakes—but only she can anchor him to life. Only her touch keeps him from slipping back into the void. Their bond is immediate, undeniable, and dangerous.
Kael should be dead. The Council made sure of it. For five years, his consciousness has been trapped between life and death, aware of every agonizing moment.
Until Aria.
She's his anchor. His prison. His salvation. And he's not letting her go, not when she's the key to his revenge and reclaiming his throne.
But their bond goes deeper than magic. They're true mates,a connection so rare it hasn't occurred in centuries. A bond the Council will kill to prevent, because true mates can challenge their entire corrupt system.

The year the gas swallowed the world, I helped design and build Dome City with my own hands, keeping the last survivors alive.

I thought I was protecting hope.

Then I stumbled onto the Council’s secret: the poison outside is fading—but they chose to hide it. Worse, they plan to manufacture and release more gas, locking everyone inside forever, under their rule.

Before I could expose the truth, the person I trusted most struck me from behind.

My girlfriend—Vera Walker.

She took my evidence, stripped my access, and traded me for a higher rank.

When I woke up, I was outside the Dome in toxic fog—my identity erased, my lungs burning, my vision slipping.

They dumped me like trash, certain I wouldn’t last the night.

They forgot one thing.

Dome City is my blueprint, my welds, my pipes—my work.

And I’m back.

"We are denying coverage for your father's surgery. You can either pay the $240,000 out of pocket, or wait for him to be paralyzed for the rest of his life."
My father was critically injured, the insurance company denied the claim, and the regional director arrogantly threw the denial letter in my face.
I gave a cold sneer and backhandedly slapped my Juris Doctor (JD) dissertation on his desk.

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

After ten years of being a "consumable," I performed my final maintenance on the very day Vivian handed my life's work over to someone else. I didn’t argue or resist; I just signed the paperwork with a smile. When the Thorne Tower began to collapse floor by floor due to my final permission error, she finally realized that all the brilliance she boasted of was nothing more than the residual warmth I had fed her. Now, she kneels in the ruins, begging me to turn back time. I only find her voice… annoying.

On my first day as an intern at the zoo, the old director assigned us animals to care for.
In my previous life, my classmate Jack chose the easy-to-care-for African elephant, while I was forced to take on the brutal Siberian tiger.
A month later, the apocalypse struck, and the Siberian tiger successfully evolved, leading me to escape the encirclement.
Jack's elephant, however, couldn't outrun the mutated species and was torn to pieces. Driven
by jealousy, the surviving Jack incited a mob to brutally beat me and the giant tiger to death, dismembering and cannibalizing us.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the animals were assigned.
Jack had already taken the Siberian tiger, pushing the elephant to me, and I knew he had also been reborn.
But what he didn't know was that the Siberian tiger he had devoured was also reborn with me.

I suddenly awakened the ability to read minds. But I heard my fiancé, Joey Jones, mocking me in his mind: He had already arranged for an assassin to “send me off” at our wedding in the church. What was even more disgusting was that he promised I would become the Donna of the Jones family, but in his heart, he was fixated on his stepmother, Rory—his father’s widow, who was only a few years older than him.
With only three days left until the wedding, I no longer cried or begged for love. Instead, I contacted my first love, Nate, who was a police officer: “How about being the male lead at my wedding?”

Casey Roosevelt has spent her entire life being second best. Second to her beautiful adoptive sister. Second to everyone else's dreams. Second to the family that took her in but never truly wanted her. While other students spend their college years making memories, Casey spends hers trying to survive. Between tutoring struggling students, singing at a downtown club for extra cash, and fighting to keep a roof over her head, she barely has time to breathe.
Love is the last thing on her mind. Chris Lewis is everything she isn't. The star hockey captain. Campus royalty. Future NHL player. The boy every girl wants. And the one boy Casey refuses to chase.
When Chris discovers he's on the verge of failing out of college and losing the hockey career he's worked his entire life for, the last person he expects to save him is Casey Roosevelt.
The quiet girl everyone overlooks. The girl who is far more than she seems. What starts as tutoring turns into friendship.
Friendship turns into a fake dating arrangement neither of them wants. And somewhere between late-night study sessions, jealous exes, hockey games, secret dreams, and stolen moments, pretending becomes dangerously real.
Because for the first time in her life, Casey has someone choosing her. And for the first time in his life, Chris has found something worth risking everything for.
But when the truth about Casey's past begins to surface and the people who hurt her realize they're losing control, Chris and Casey will have to decide whether love is enough to survive the secrets that could destroy them both.
He was supposed to hire a tutor.
He never expected to lose his heart.

Angela Leventis is one of the most notorious assassins in the criminal underworld, earning her the nickname "Angel of Death." She's infamous for her ability to carry out hits without leaving a trace behind.

One night, she hits up a club in Las Vegas with her sister and unexpectedly crosses paths with mafia heir Nikolai Vasillios. To her shock, she wakes up the next morning in his hotel room, with a ring on her finger.

Nikolai Vasillios is the most feared mafia boss out there, known for treating women like disposable items. What chaos will ensue when he discovers he’s married to the woman he partied with the night before? And what about the fact that his father has already picked out a bride for him?

Can Angela escape this drunken marriage and keep her true identity under wraps? Will Nikolai stand up to his father and reject the bride chosen for him, or will the assassin and the mafia don find themselves falling for each other?

Annika Smit is a child psychologist and has worked hard to be the best out there. She gets a job offer in Milan, Italy, at one of the best hospitals, which she accepts with open arms, but that also means leaving behind her family in South Africa. Two weeks after her arrival, she finds a little boy lost in the park, unaware of whose child she is talking to.

Raffaele Cattaneo is the handsome king of the mafia. His ex-wife cheated on him, making him heartless. He doesn't have time for children—well, his children—since they remind him of his failed marriage. He had hired many nannies only for them to turn out clingy to him instead of his children, that is, until he meets Annika. He offers her the job as his nanny, leaving her no choice but to accept his offer.

What will happen if they find themselves falling for each other? Will Raffaele be able to trust a woman again? Is he willing to forget about the past?
He finds himself falling for the feisty red head that somehow managed to steal his children’s hearts every second, and he is afraid that he will take away her innocents with his lifestyle.
And Annika? What will she do once she finds out that the man she fell in love with is the mafia Don? Will she be able to accept the dangerous world he lives in?

Kate, a seasoned investigator finds herself drawn to the resurfacing of 'Rubaiyat,' an ancient book that has ignited a terrifying cycle of fear and death. Its cryptic verses seem to foretell a dark prophecy, and someone now holds the tome, interpreting its sinister messages through a twisted mind.

But Kate isn't the only one intrigued. 'The Watchers,' a shadowy cult, are entwined with the book's mysteries. And they seem to have intricate relation with her fiancé, Samuel.

With the help of the handsome inspector Jason, Kate delves deeper. Her relentless pursuit of truth leads her into the darkest corners of the human psyche, where she is confronting not only the enigmatic cult but also her own buried fears. The stakes are higher than ever—will Kate unravel the secrets within the cursed verses, or will she become another victim in its deadly game?

Elena was born without a wolf and branded an Omega — a curse in a world ruled by power and bloodlines. Overlooked by her father, betrayed by her mate, and sold into a cruel contract, she is delivered to the ruthless Alpha Lucian as nothing more than a breeder. But fate has other plans.

When Lucian discovers Elena is his true mate, he’s torn between his pride and the undeniable bond they share. Elena, hardened by betrayal and captivity, begins to fight back — against her captors, her fate, and the expectations placed upon her. As passions ignite and enemies close in, a storm brews within the pack walls.

But not everyone welcomes the rise of a once-ignored Omega. With jealous rivals, deadly rogues, and deep betrayals threatening to tear everything apart, Elena must prove that true strength doesn’t come from the wolf within — but the fire that refuses to be extinguished.

Zoya, a university student with aspirations of becoming an actress, manages to score an audition that offers her the opportunity to co-star alongside Olivia, her longtime celebrity crush. As the two spend more time working together, they find themselves developing strong feelings for each other.

In the Lycan kingdom, ​Freya’s life changes forever when Caspian, the Lycan King, discovers her fighting off rogues in his forest. She is his fated mate, but she doesn’t feel the bond, because she has no wolf…

As ancient forces awaken and a dark sorcerer rises, whispers of a forgotten bloodline begin to stir.

She is more than she knows...

In the ruthless Frostveil Pack, Ophelia has always been the unwanted “human” charity case, adopted sister to the brooding hockey captain Kai, and constant target of mockery. When a drunken kiss with Kai ignites a dangerous attraction, she discovers he believes she is his fated mate… a secret he refuses to claim because of the forbidden bond between adopted siblings.

But Ophelia is hiding far bigger secrets. Strange pains, impossible healing, and a growing power she can’t explain suggest she may not be human at all. As Alpha Elias pushes her into an arranged marriage with Damien, the charming alpha-heir of a rival pack, Ophelia finds herself caught in a devastating love triangle.

Torn between the intense, forbidden pull toward Kai and the safe, respectful future Damien offers, Ophelia must uncover the dark truth about her past before the secrets destroy them all. In a world where bloodlines are power, loving the wrong brother could cost her everything.

I like to stay an optimist, but being a college drop-out and lonely barista is not exactly an eventful or enviable life. Then one of my customers kidnapped me on my way to work and tried to turn me into a human sacrifice. It seems she mistook me for her rival, an ancient witch.
To be clear, I am not a witch. Turns out I can shape-shift though. Just.. not very well. I have zero control over what I turn into, and now I appear to be stuck as a cat, a little black house cat to be more specific. I was stranded in the woods with zero chance of getting back to civilization when I came across this beautiful werewolf boy just returning from a night of full moon fun way out here in the woods.
Now I know what you’re thinking: cat chases dog, a bad idea, right? But human him seems to love my fluffy cat self. Though he has no idea who I really am since the only thing I can say to him right now is either “purr” or “meow”. He was kind enough to rescue me and take me home to his apartment. Now I’ve been sitting on his lap and sleeping in his bed and feeling entirely frustrated I have no way to ask him how the hell you control this animal to human thing! He seems to manage it easily enough, snapping right back to human shape each morning from wolf, so why can’t I escape this prison of furry flesh?
I need to find some way to communicate with him, and also to deal with this witch hunting me down. And also avoid this boy’s family: an entire, volatile clan of werewolves with a decidedly low tolerance for cat-girls.

Everyone deserves a second chance, even if they tried to strangle you to death in your sleep.

Aya has been trained all her life as a living weapon, but she has never taken a life. She has never been with a man. She lives her life for the sake of her mistress Lady Charlotte. Her latest mission: impersonating her lady and becoming bride to the barbarian prince who has invaded her homeland and imprisoned the former queen.

It will be a brutal task, assassinating the prince and his father and reclaiming the castle from the hands of the hundreds of savage northmen who have seized it. Aya is fully equipped for that mission, but she is not at all prepared for the savage charm of her new suitor. His tongue is just as wicked as his features are angelic, and the fact that he could break her neck with ease should he discover her duplicitous plot… Her intense attraction to him grows ever more potent, and her impulse is to claim him, not as a victim of her deadly scheme, but as her lover.

Will the prince even accept her though, if he uncovers her true identity: a peasant girl who came to this castle to murder him? Or is this deadly game of betrayal doomed to end in all out war?

He rejected her under the Bloodmoon.
Now she’s the one rewriting the rules of every bond.

Seraphine Vale was never meant to matter.

An omega. A healer. Disposable.

So when the Bloodmoon ceremony bound her to Alpha Cael Ashford—
and he rejected her in front of the entire pack—
it should have been the end.

Instead, it was the beginning.

Left broken and cast out, Seraphine survives six months in exile…
only to discover the truth buried beneath her skin:

The silver marks on her arms aren’t a curse.

They’re power.

A power no wolf has seen in centuries.
A power that can break bonds… or control them.

Now the Alpha who discarded her is dying from the backlash of their severed mate link—
and he wants her back.

But Seraphine is no longer the girl he rejected.

She is immune to his commands.
Untouchable. Uncontrolled.

And when she uncovers the truth behind her mother’s murder
and a secret order manipulating every pack from the shadows—

She realizes one thing:

She was never meant to survive.
She was meant to be controlled.

Now?

She’s the one in control.

And this time,
she decides who bows.

One thousand years after dimensional rifts tore open the sky, humanity evolved or died.
Warriors, Mages, Assassins, Summoners — the awakened classes stand between civilization and the monsters that hunger at its edges. Rank determines everything. Your future. Your safety. Your worth.
Li Yue — seventeen, ordinary, unremarkable — never awakened at all.
Then a speeding truck ended her first life.
She woke up in 3289 inside the broken body of a twelve-year-old orphan, fresh off the worst awakening result in Nova City Academy's history: F-Rank Summoner. The weakest class. The lowest rank. A girl with nothing and no one.
Except the system that chose her tells a very different story.
Class: Hidden — Primordial Beast Sovereign
Rank: SSS
Her first summon isn't a common beast. It's Luna — a Celestial Moon Fox of mythic rank, whose power flows directly into Li Yue's body, making her stronger with every breath.
And Luna is only the beginning.
Every ten levels, a new legendary creature answers her call. Dragons. Phoenixes. Void serpents. Ancient gods. Each one bound to her. Each one making her more than human.
Li Yue survived seventeen years of hardship in one world. She has no intention of being weak in this one.
But deep within the dimensional rifts, something ancient has already sensed her awakening. Forces that have ruled this world for centuries are about to notice a twelve-year-old orphan with no powerful family, no backing, and no reason to be dangerous.
They'll learn soon enough.
The sovereign has returned. The beasts are listening. And the future belongs to her.

Lisa Saunders is responsible for her little sister after the death of their parents. She takes her sister to Rome, Italy to forget about everything that reminds her of their parents... But her sister needs an operation and her life depends on it... Afterward, she encounters the Mancinis... Alessandro's grandma offers her a way out... She meets the blind arrogant man that she has to marry in order to save her sister… Will she fall in love with him? Will He change the way he sees women? Then his ex-fiancé unexpectedly returns, she wants him back and will do anything even murder to be the rightful Mrs. Mancini... Does she have what it takes to win Alessandro back? Join Lisa and Alessandro on their journey. Will Alessandro love Lisa or leave her heartbroken?

Ayleen made the decision to relocate from her tranquil country life to attend Berklee College of Music. To support herself financially, she joined a band that performed at the local LGBT bar. Little did she know, Ayleen's life would take an unexpected turn when she crossed paths with Clara, a public prosecutor with a reputation for breaking hearts..

High-school misfit Julian fell in over his head into a relationship doomed for dysfunction. When the love of your life turns out to be a polyamorous vampire, eternity together is bound to be a messy rollercoaster, but even after all the trauma and heartbreak, this one of a kind devil still holds his heart. If only Luc shared his devotion... He certainly shares his obsession.

“Your girlfriend’s pretty cynical, now isn’t she?” Luc speaks into my ear, leaning casually on my shoulder. I blush bright red, and his smile grows all the broader.
He takes both our hands and leads us off across the dance floor, and the crowd parts for him like he’s the King of England - the bouncers steering away anyone that tries to block us.
“Holy shit. You really are the owner?!” Heather drunkenly shouts, as we make our way up the stairs and into that VIP booth.
“My club and my right to lay claim to anyone who catches my eye,” Luc drawls, and I shoot him a look, shifting my weight to get in between him and Heather.
“Look, you can’t just… I mean, thanks for the drinks, but she is not going to…” God I sound like an idiot, and staring straight in Luc’s eyes I feel more than a little intimidated, especially because he is not intimidated by me whatsoever. He’s smiling like I’ve just gifted him a shiny new present. I turn to tell Heather we should go, and Luc catches my arm.
“I wasn’t trying to steal away your date,” he laughs. “I invited the both of you here, now didn’t I?” He pushes a hand through Heather’s hair, turning boldly to face her dreamy eyed gawking. “You ever had a three way?”

“No Father, I would rather go rogue than continue with this mating ceremony!”
As the unwanted daughter of the Beta, Leila has always known her place in the Black Pool Pack. She is used to flying under the radar, but all of that changes when she discovers her fiancé's betrayal with her best friend. Suddenly, Leila becomes the target of cruel bullying and vicious attacks that almost cost her her life, until the pack's ruthless Alpha, Xander steps in to save her.
Will she find peace and solace with the Alpha or will her past comes lurking in the shadows?

He doesn’t ask. He takes.
And now... I’m his bride.

I never planned to marry a man like Nico Moretti—ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone in this city.
But my father’s debt has a price, and Nico came to collect.

Cold kisses. Dangerous vows. A wedding dress stitched with secrets.

To the world, he’s a mafia king.
To me, he’s a captor in a custom suit.
And yet every time he touches me, I forget to hate him.

He says I belong to him now.
Heart, body, and soul.

But in this deadly game of power and blood, the most dangerous thing I could do... is fall in love with my husband.

“Mafia’s pretty payment” is a dark, steamy, enemies-to-lovers romance with an obsessive antihero, a forced marriage, and a heroine who just might break the don’s heart—or lose hers trying.

Claire Whitfield died in a world of delivery routes and ordinary regrets.

She woke up in a body that was never meant to be ordinary.

Now trapped inside sixteen-year-old Ivy Whitfield—a girl born into one of the powerful Warden Houses—Claire inherits more than a new life. She inherits betrayal. Three years ago, Ivy’s own brothers sealed her Sovereign-class summoning core, convinced she was too dangerous to control. Too unstable to trust. Too much of a risk to the family name.

They were wrong.

Beneath the seal lies something vast. Ancient. Waiting.

As fragments of Ivy’s past surface, Claire begins to piece together the truth: the “accident” that led to the sealing was no accident at all. Lies were planted. Fear was cultivated. And someone in the Whitfield household made sure Ivy would never rise.

But Claire isn’t the girl they remember.

In a world rebuilt after collapse—where spirit beasts soar beside drones and ancient magic powers modern empires—strength is everything. And Claire has no intention of staying weak.

To reclaim her power, she’ll have to break the seal no one was meant to touch. To survive, she’ll have to outmaneuver the very family sworn to protect her. And to uncover the truth, she’ll have to risk unleashing something even they were right to fear.

They sealed her power.

Now she’s about to show them why they should have killed her instead.

The Forsaken Summoner Reborn is a gripping fantasy of rebirth, betrayal, and unstoppable ascent—perfect for fans of fierce heroines, slow-burn power progression, and worlds where magic and technology collide.

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

An S-Rank [Thunder Tyrant]?

I watched coldly as the "good brother" who had betrayed me in my past life strutted around, stealing my woman and humiliating my F-Rank skill.

What he didn't know was that every time he channeled his lightning, his talent was draining his lifespan. In our past life, I was the one who used my skill, [Status Reset], to restore his life force time and time again.

Reborn for another lifetime, I decided I was done playing the saint.

When the crimson behemoth shattered the dome, Brad laughed maniacally, summoning a storm of lightning. But in an instant, the fierce backlash turned his arms into brittle charcoal, shattering in pieces across the ground. I stepped over his rolling, mutilated body and picked up a piece of rusty scrap metal.

"Reset."

The dead rust was eradicated. The scrap metal instantly reverted to a fully charged, high-frequency combat blade.

Gripping the blade in one hand, I faced the overwhelming tide of corpses and carved out a path of blood.

Silver poisoning struck, and my mother's life hung by a thread.
I knelt and begged my partner Selene to use the 100,000 gold coins from our war spoils to purchase Moonlight Holy Water, but she coldly refused with a sneer: "An ordinary silver poison patient isn't worth wasting resources on." She then turned and spent 80,000 coins on a necklace for her male lover.
My mother died in my arms as I ground my teeth and swallowed my tears of blood.
But when the patrol came to collect the body, she finally discovered—the one sent to be buried deep in the mass grave wasn't my mother at all, but her own biological mother.
She had personally buried her own mom!

In the wasteland era, the soil is dead. Whoever can grow food is king.
In my last life, my brother gave me the spore we had nearly died to get, and the two of us awakened plant-growing powers together.
But every grain he grew was full and perfect, and the leader placed him on a pedestal; everything I grew was poisonous, and I was mercilessly cast out as worthless.
It wasn't until I died that I learned the truth: his power was never plant-growing, but transfer.
As long as he had eaten the spore, he could transfer away all the crops I grew.
When I got a second chance, I returned to the very day my so-called brother tried to shove the spore into my mouth.
This time, I slammed into him, knocked the spore to the ground, and crushed it under my foot.

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.

Seven years ago, betrayed by my closest friend and my fiancée, I was thrown into the lightless Black Sea Death Prison and tortured mercilessly.

Seven years later, I returned through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to find my crippled little sister being trampled in the mud by my former "brother," forcing her to sign a humiliating organ extraction contract.

"A worthless ghost who just crawled out of death row—what makes you think you can fight a billionaire tycoon like me?"

At a grand banquet at the Peninsula Hotel, the treacherous couple threw a bloody dog bone at my feet. They mobilized hundreds of heavily armed SWAT officers to surround me, demanding I kneel, kowtow, and call them master.

They thought their wealth and power made them untouchable on the West Coast, assuming I was still the same spineless weakling from years ago.

That was until an EMP tore through the night sky. Three military stealth fighter jets hovered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hundreds of laser sights from the nation's most classified special forces locked dead center on the foreheads of every elite in the room.

Under the horrified gazes of the city's high society, a four-star general crashed through the window and gave me the highest military salute:

"Tier Zero Task Force assembled! Supreme Commander, please give the order to purge!"

At that moment, the high-and-mighty tycoons finally remembered the terror of being dominated by the abyss.