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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 full moon rises over the Andes mountains, a portal opens that transports travelers to the realm of musical notes, sirens, and fairies, a promised land known as "No Man's Land.", a fictional world where humans the one who are rich enough to travel and do senderism use to go for holidays, even when everything looks real, they know they will be introduced in a digital world as soon they walk into the portal. Jhon, a sensual and wealthy tourist, arrives in No Man's Land wanting to meet women, experience new adventures, and heal his heart. It is here that he meets Brenda, a beautiful blonde fairy who works as a dancer in Old Eddie's tavern. Brenda has a dream: to become a mother. While she waits for her dream, she teaches dance to fairy girls. Brenda will heal Jhon's heart and take away all his doubts and fears, but a serpent watches over Brenda's heart every night. The cobra queen, for Brenda to give Jhon her heart, they will have to escape from the realm. The cobra queen believes that Jhon's heart is closed and cannot receive Brenda's love, but guided by her feelings, she will ignore the warnings. The cobras will alert the witch known as Medusa the Gorgon, who, upon learning that Brenda has fled with Jhon, will unleash all the snakes after her to prevent her from being with Jhon. For an old prophecy states that from the purest of fairies and a rich outsider, a prince will be born, ready to end and defeat evil forever in No Man's Land. What Medusa does not expect is that Brenda is already pregnant with Jhon, and their baby will bring the lights of good to the realm of No Man's Land.

The first time I saw him was at the orphanage, where he stood in the corner in tattered clothes, his eyes glaring at me with the fierce intensity of a wolf.

Ruthless enough, wild enough, and thrilling enough.

So I made a fuss until my family adopted him, making him my nominal cousin.

In just ten years, he leaped from being an orphan to becoming the heir with the highest expectations placed upon him by the family.

I had always considered him my most perfect creation.

Until that day, when I discovered his affair, and that he had gotten another woman pregnant.

I laughed. It seemed he had been living quite happily all these years, having long forgotten his days of wandering like a stray dog.

The next day, a bloody dead fetus was delivered to him in a gift box that I had prepared...

Travis Savage and I were a notorious public pair, bound together by nothing but hatred.

In the glittering, indulgent world of Chicago, he was an untouchable mafia king who ruled with absolute power, making and breaking rules on a whim. And I? I was the wife he loathed above all others in his criminal empire.

It all started when my parents lost their lives saving him, gunned down by his rivals. After their deaths, he kept me close as I grew up, and eventually, our marriage became what everyone expected. For a long time, he was my only anchor in this lonely world.

Once, he’d knelt before me and sworn to protect me for the rest of my life.

Now, he hated me.

He hated that I refused to sign the divorce papers, that I stood in the way of him running off with Renee Sutton — the orphan girl he claimed to have rescued off the streets.

He let her walk all over me and flaunt herself openly in front of me. To get back at them, I leaked their sordid secrets overnight across all of Chicago: their flirty messages, their hotel stays. Word spread through both the criminal underworld and high society alike, leaving the pair mocked and shunned by everyone.

Our marriage had rotted away years ago, worn thin by endless mutual resentment. It was stagnant, foul, and long dead.

Until three days ago.

A string of ambushes left Travis a hunted man. While swerving to avoid an oncoming truck, he was involved in a devastating car crash.

He lay unconscious in the ICU for three full days. When he woke, he claimed he’d forgotten every ounce of the nine years of hatred between us. In his mind, he was still nineteen — the age when he loved me with everything he had.

“Alaric... more... more... please!” This causes him to penetrate one more finger, increasing the rhythm of the movement of his fingers. A scream escapes my lips as I feel his teeth penetrate my flesh, causing a burning sensation similar to the one I felt in my neck.
As the penetration of his fingers intensifies, he sucks my blood, making me close my eyes. My hands grip the bedsheet tightly, pulling it up.





My whole body trembles, showing that I’m at my limit, my intimacy contracting around his fingers as I reach the peak of pleasure. He stops sucking my blood, takes his fingers out of me, and starts sucking again, sucking so hard that I try to close my legs, but I’m interrupted.

Alaric slides his tongue all over my entrance, up my clit.

“Delicious, even more delicious, young lady.” He gets up and climbs onto the bed, sinking into the mattress with his weight, getting between my legs. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

My eyes slide down to his member, so rigid, with the veins protruding, demarcating the entire length. He follows my gaze, smiling mischievously, putting the weight of his body on mine.

“Do you want to feel my cock penetrating you hard, young lady?”

Nyra let her desire speak louder, but will that be enough to make her leave her past behind?

Alaric had never been as attracted to a woman as he was to Nyra, especially after tasting her blood. He knew she was different from his concubines, perhaps some rules were needed to make Nyra his alone.

“From now on, you will be mine alone. Understand, Nyra?”.
Rating +18

Warning (R-18 )
Mature content # Rape # Abuse # Kidnapped # Vampire # Werwolf # Age Gap

I was all chained on wall my body is dripping blood like I never can think, never I thought it would be this dangerous, but my one mistake lead me to this way .

I heard footsteps and my entire body start shivering in fear I can't deny but I can pee here on the spot because I know how I m going to suffer.

And then I heard the same voice which can make me weak on my knees .
Monster who is here to cage me, who is here to kill me slowly because I m someone he is seeking revenge from .

Shhh! Little one don't cry, there more coming to you, so don't cry because you are going to have reasons to cry to the point Where you are going to have your tears dry .These are the last words I heard before losing my conciousness.

Love is something he was not seeking for it all start from revenge neither he is someone who is perfect but he is perfectly ruined monster who want to claim his revenge from his slave .

"She lied once. He showed up twice. Now she cannot make him leave."

Zoe Lark has one rule. Stay invisible. Do not attract attention. Do not give Sienna Holt a reason to make her life worse than it already is.
She breaks that rule in one sentence.
Cornered at a party she never wanted to attend, Zoe blurts out that she has a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend. A vampire boyfriend. Tall. Dark-haired. The kind of face that stops traffic. Eyes like winter. Always dressed like he owns every room he has not walked into yet.
She makes him up on the spot.
By midnight, he is standing at her door.
Caden Voss is not a story. He is not a rumor. He is exactly what she described and a hundred times more dangerous. And for reasons he will not fully explain, he agrees to play the role she invented.
What starts as a deal becomes something neither of them planned for. Caden does not do anything halfway. When boys get too close, he steps in. When the whole campus thinks Zoe Lark finally has someone in her corner, he makes them believe every single word.
The problem is, so does he.
Because Caden is not just acting like a boyfriend. He is marking her as his in a way that goes much deeper than pretending. And when the real dangers of his world come looking for Zoe, the line between performance and truth disappears completely.
She lied to survive one night. He showed up to end three centuries of waiting. Now they are both in serious trouble.

The best intentions can go to hell.
I walked into a dark alley with the best of intentions and look where that got me. Drugged, kidnapped and thrown into a world I didn't even know existed.
Now I'm held captive by a brutal vampire while trying to keep his wife from killing me and, oh yeah, he's the leader of the Russian mob and suddenly I'm a target. good for me! I can
safely say that I'm not sure I'll ever do anything for anyone again.

Ethan and I grew up together. We were supposed to exchange rings at the altar, make our vows. But on our wedding day, he left me standing there to go save his so-called suicidal ex. Almost killed my parents from the shame.

Four years later, I'm back in Portland with my husband. The city isn't that big, and of course fate decides to throw him in my path again.

He has the nerve to ask me to be his mistress.

I hold up my left hand, the ring catching the light. "Are you blind?"

She was raised without her parents. Her only aunt was by her side through thick and thin. As a result, many people misunderstand her attitude. She was fearless and unafraid. She prefers to have fun than take life seriously. But her life was changed when she met an elderly billionaire.

Worse, they had a one-night stand because they were both drunk and lost. Her old habit vanished when the man suddenly pursued her. So she had no choice but to hide in order to avoid being discovered by the old man who was still looking for her. But, as fate would have it, her friend was the daughter of the man who was looking for her.

He is 50 years old and the father of three children. His wife left him for reasons he couldn't understand. He wants to remarry but cannot find the right woman for him. Because most of the women he was with were preoccupied with his wealth and money. They each have a different outlook on life and how to take a stand. Will they ever get together? Or is it something that happened to them that they will only remember?

My husband sent me to a clinic to erase my "attachment distress" toward him and our daughter.

He said I was too obsessive, too clingy, that my love was suffocating him. So the day I found he'd booked three tickets to Zurich—one for himself, one for our daughter, one for another woman—I signed the consent form.

He said the treatment was temporary. That once I was "better," we'd still be a family.

Three months later, I walked out of that clinic. I remembered the white roses at our wedding. I remembered sitting up all night with our daughter when she had a fever. I remembered every time he'd told me he loved me. All those memories were still there, as clear as if they'd happened yesterday.

But when he stood before me holding flowers, eyes red, asking why I wouldn't fight anymore, why I wouldn't cry, why I didn't love him anymore—I could only tell him calmly:

I remember loving you.

That feeling, though? It's really gone.

He thought he was erasing my pain. He had no idea what he'd actually erased.

A monotonous, colorless life and dull relationships instantly fade into the background the moment you step into a completely different world—one with its own rules and laws. It looks so much like ours, and yet is radically different, for here live werewolves and countless other incredible beings.
Bring a cursed Alpha King’s heart back to life? Ride off into the sunset with one of the handsome guards? Or fall for a dangerous witch and uncover the true face of evil? Wrap it all up for me—I’ll take it!
An extraordinary world, vivid characters, blazing emotions, and passionate love with a touch of spice ❤️‍🔥
18+
“Quite an interesting hall you’ve got here,” Karadeylis said without even glancing around, his steps bringing him dangerously close. “But OURS holds unforgettable memories of the time we unwrapped your restless little ass.”
I gasped in outrage at his brazen words—especially with so many people around—but my panties betrayed me, dampening at the memory of exactly what that bastard had reminded me of.
“How dare you?!” I hissed, our faces now only inches apart. Goosebumps ran across my skin at the dangerous nearness. I could feel his hot breath on my lips, the heat of his half-bare body, and that intoxicating scent I knew too well. Our breathing came ragged, as if we had just finished running a marathon, unable to break free from the magnetic pull of each other’s gaze.
“No one else dares—only me, my prepedollie!” the scoundrel growled, gripping me firmly by the tail and yanking my face closer to his as his eyes devoured me. “I warned you—once I found you, there would be no mercy!”
My books: 'Too Human To Be His', 'The Price of Bought Passion '

After seven years of being an ignored wife and mother, she finally files for divorce.
She returns to her career as a top designer and shines brightly.
When her billionaire husband realizes what he lost, he begs her to come back.
But it’s too late—she’s already moved on.

My six-month business trip to Europe was finally over. I decided to surprise my husband Nathaniel by coming home early without telling him, bringing my six-year-old son Lucas straight to his newly opened upscale restaurant.

Lucas excitedly ran toward the children's play area while I scanned the restaurant for Nathaniel, eagerly anticipating our reunion.

Suddenly, a scream shattered the peaceful atmosphere.

I turned to see a woman in work uniform roughly shoving my son, snarling viciously:

"What the hell are you RUNNING around for, you little brat! Can't you watch where you're going?"

I froze. How DARE this woman treat my child like this in my husband's restaurant?

I need a fake date to my brother's wedding, and billionaire Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Simple, right?   He’s also my sister’s boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me.   We’re total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won’t become lovers.    Famous last words.   On a series of “friend dates” involving bar snacks, acrylic paint and hedgehogs, I discover that Charlie is nothing like what I expected. Under his hoodie and glasses, he’s handsome and down-to-earth, stuck in a job he hates and afraid to disappoint people by walking away. His heart is as gorgeous as his hidden face.   I’ve always felt like the flaky sister in my family, but Charlie sees me as the artist I want to be. As our friendship deepens, so do my feelings for him. Maybe I’m even falling in love.   But gambling with my heart feels dangerous when all my relationships end in failure–especially if he’s only looking for a friend.   Is it only princesses that get a Happily Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me?   No Match for Her is a STANDALONE friends-to-lovers, opposites-attract romance. It is part of the Berkeley Hills series.

I was eight weeks pregnant when I suffered a violent hemorrhage inside the café’s restroom. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I called my husband fourteen times—only to be labeled a hysterical faker. That same night, he toasted champagne with his young female assistant in his arms without a single shred of guilt.
Three days later, surveillance footage exposed the truth. The woman he cherished had been the one who shoved me down the staircase on purpose.
The night I lost our child, he was out raising his glass in celebration.
Fine. I will make them pay for every single thing they’ve done.

As the Guardian of the Sylvan Enclave's Sacred Vein, the centennial Fading Period was the one time I was utterly defenseless.

Yet, on this exact day, the four High Lord brothers I had protected for centuries decided to harvest my Vein—all because our adopted human sister whined about wanting to become an elf instantly.

Without the Vein, the Enclave would wither.

In my past life, I desperately fought them off. I begged them to reconsider, promising to manually infuse her with my magic to sustain her life.

They backed down, but Cassianne's greed didn't. She sneaked into the Forbidden forest seeking a shortcut to power and was devoured by beasts.

When news of her death hit, my brothers lost their minds.

They smashed my sanctuary and physically tore open my chest.

"If you hadn't been so selfish, hoarding your Vein, she wouldn't have been so desperate! Rot in hell, you monster!"

Blinded by rage, they shattered my limbs and hollowed me out, leaving me to suffocate in my own pooling blood.

Opening my eyes again, I realized I had been reborn.

This time, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted.

Trapped in a lifelong obsession with my flawed face, I found solace only behind beauty filters.
Seraphine, the undisputed beauty of our town, had not only stolen Cillian—the boy I liked—but made a habit of publicly humiliating me.
When I signed up for the Magnolia Queen pageant, I knew I didn't stand a chance. But one foggy morning, while fetching the paper, I found a mysterious silver compact mirror inside my mailbox.
With just a light dab of the powder, my lifelong acne scars vanished entirely. But engraved inside the lid was a list of previous owners, and Seraphine's name was glaringly present.
The faceless shadow that briefly flashed in the mirror was a grim reminder: this perfect skin didn't belong to me.
Who secretly delivered this curse to my doorstep?

At 18, Iris Hawthorne’s world shattered the moment a man in military boots kicked down her door. Donovan Sharpe, the ruthless and legendary arms dealer, dragged her into his dark, dangerous realm as if she were a helpless kitten.Wild, feral, and dangerously possessive, he growled his claim:“Iris, you will only ever smell like me. So much as one person lays a finger on you, and they won’t live to see the sunrise.” He burned every bridge behind her, yet lavished her with all his gentleness: “Iris, even if the sky falls, I will put your happiness first.” Then came the day she ran. To save her, Donovan charged alone into a hail of bullets. Amid the rubble, bloody and broken, Iris nuzzled his blood-stained chest and whispered softly: “Donovan… come any later, and I’m done with you.”

Brixton isn’t like the rest of his kind—bloodthirsty, cruel, and reckless. He's powerful, calculating, and terribly bored. For centuries, he’s watched humans make fools of themselves, disgusted by their weakness, pettiness, and stupidity. So when his father, the ancient vampire king, demands that Brixton claim a human slave before the night ends—or have one chosen for him—he's infuriated. He doesn’t want just anyone. He wants someone... different.

From his perch high above the city, Brixton watches the world below with disdain—until a woman catches his eye.

She isn’t afraid. Even when stabbed while protecting a stranger, she dies with a strange kind of strength. She bleeds, yes, but her spirit doesn't falter. And that... that fascinates him.

When Brixton retrieves her dying body, he's stunned by what he discovers in her memories. She’s not just brave—she’s something else entirely. Something forgotten. Something powerful. Something dangerous.

To his father, she’ll be just another slave.
To Brixton, she’s the beginning of an obsession.

But reviving her may come at a cost. And what he doesn’t know is—she may never be the one truly under his control.

“Don’t scream,” he told me, his voice calm against my ear as his fangs slid into my throat.
“You belong to me now.”


I was supposed to die in that burning barn.

Instead, I became his.

Rahlan slaughtered everyone I ran with—effortlessly, almost bored—then dragged me from the shadows like I was nothing more than something he’d misplaced and decided to keep.

I should hate him.
He killed my friends.
He bound my hands, stripped me of every weapon, every ounce of pride, every illusion of control.

He drinks from me when he wants.
Starves me when it pleases him.
Drags me behind his horse like I’m just another piece of gear.

And yet—

When another vampire tried to take me, Rahlan tore him apart.

When the cold should have killed me, he wrapped me in his cloak and pulled me into his bedroll, his body heat the only thing keeping me alive.

He calls me slave.
But no one else is allowed to touch what’s his.

I’m still human.
Still trying to survive.
Still trying to get back to my brother in the south.

But every mile he drags me north…
Every night his mouth finds my throat…
Every time he looks at me like I’m something he owns—

I feel myself breaking.

Because the monster who destroyed my world
is becoming the only thing keeping me alive.

…and the most dangerous part?

I’m starting to want him to keep me.

Olivia was proposed to by her lover Jacob, but she couldn't agree. They could not make love or even kiss. Because this was a vampire-ruled country, werewolves were vampires' slaves. All werewolf women must remain chaste, because every young girl was a tribute waiting to be chosen by a vampire. Once a girl turned 15, she would enter the annual lottery. Only girls who were not chosen five times in a row were allowed to fall in love with their mate, and vampires considered five years of waiting a mercy. Olivia had not been selected for four consecutive years, and as long as she failed again this year, she could marry Jacob. This year's tribute lottery was special, and all tributes would be dedicated to the legendary Vampire Duke Damien. Olivia was lucky not to be chosen. Unfortunately, her sister became a tribute. To save her sister, Olivia volunteered to be a tribute. Unbeknownst to Olivia, her blood had aroused Damien's interest. When a vampire came looking for the blood pet chosen by Damien, an accident caused Olivia to swap identities with another tribute. Olivia planned to escape, but was found by vampires and became their appetizer. Just as Olivia was about to fall into nothingness, she heard an indifferent voice.“Who allowed you to hurt my pet?”

I feel his penis so firm, even though it's still covered by his pants.

I feel like a woman on fire, eager for this man to claim me. I know he wants it as much as I do.

I massage him slowly, squeezing his penis which seems like it's about to burst through his pants, so hard.

Vittorio slides his hand into my panties, his index finger slipping into my wetness, making me tremble immediately.

"Your body is driving me crazy... you're perfect," he whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

"I want more... so much more!" I affirm.

He slowly slides my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

He brings his mouth to my stiff nipples, sucking and nibbling lightly.

My desire was ignited, and my body wanted to be fucked immediately.

"Giullia Santori, a shy and dedicated young music student with a passionate love for the piano, dreams of becoming a renowned musician. However, her peaceful life is turned upside down on a fateful night when she finds herself saving a stranger who is being brutally beaten in the dark streets of her city. What she doesn't realize is that the man she rescued is none other than Vittorio Cassini, one of the bosses of the Italian mafia.

Vittorio's gratitude for Giullia grows rapidly, leading him to take on a protector's role in her life. As she is drawn into this mysterious world of crime, a deep bond forms between them. As the danger escalates, Giullia finds herself increasingly involved in a game of shadows and secrets that threaten not only her safety but also her heart."

"Thirty million dollars," he says, like he's ordering wine. "One year of marriage." Dante Moretti destroyed Alera Vance's family, took their empire, left them drowning in debt, and she swore she'd never forgive him.
But one reckless kiss turns into a scandal, and Dante sees opportunity. His solution?
A contract marriage that pays her thirty million at the end. All she has to do is play the perfect wife. It should be simple. Except nothing about Dante is simple.
He's ruthless in business, possessive in private, and dangerously good at blurring the line between hate and hunger.
The more the world believes their lie, the more Alera risks losing the only thing she has left, her heart. Because falling for him wasn't part of the deal.
And surviving him might cost her everything.


"You fucking thief!" The words tear out of me before I can stop them.
Dante Moretti, the man who destroyed my father's company three years ago, slowly turns towards me. And looking down at me like I'm some insect that wandered into his perfect world.
His thumb hooks under my chin, forcing my head up. My eyes widen at the contact.
"Stay calm," his Italian accented voice drawls.
"Wh–"
He doesn't let me finish my sentence and he slams his mouth onto mine.

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.

Cleo Farris has one rule: never want what you cannot have. She breaks it the moment her stepbrother's best friend walks back into her life, older, sharper, and looking at her like she is no longer the girl he used to ignore.
Dash Calloway is eighteen. Too confident. Too perceptive. And living in the same house for the summer while their parents honeymoon across Europe. Cleo is seventeen, invisible by choice, and completely unprepared for a boy who argues with everything she says and somehow still makes her feel more seen than anyone ever has.
But when a secret gets out, Cleo loses the carefully constructed life she built to stay safe. Now she has to decide: keep surviving in the background, or finally take up the space she was always meant to fill, even if it costs her everything.

The day I died, I found a locked box in my husband's closet.

Inside were thirty years of lies.

Gray Reed saved my life when I was eight. Everyone said I owed him everything. At eighteen, I gave him my college applications to "help revise" - he was my guidance counselor. He told me, "Livy, you're not competitive enough. Stanford's too hard. Consider community college instead."

I believed him. I stayed in our small town, took over the family Mexican restaurant, married him. Thirty years later he died, and I discovered the truth—

He photocopied my entire application and gave it to his first love, Elysia Hunt.

She used MY application to get into Stanford. Built a Silicon Valley empire on MY life.

While I spent thirty years trapped in this town, married to the man who stole my future.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back in September 1995, first week of senior year, eighteen years old—

This time, no one steals my dreams.

On my due date, my husband Matteo locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Torrino family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Jennifer and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Matteo made this insane decision.

"My brother and Jennifer's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

At my boyfriend Liam's startup funding celebration, his best friend Mia showed up with a homemade cake.

I'm severely allergic to peanuts. The second I caught that smell, I said no.

Mia's face fell. Liam shot me a dark look and told me to eat it.

So I did.

The reaction hit within minutes—throat swelling shut, hives breaking out everywhere, couldn't breathe.

I reached for my EpiPen.

Mia got there first.

She grabbed it and started tossing it between her fingers like some party trick, showing off to everyone.

"Yo, check this out!"

The room went wild.

I grabbed Liam's arm, gasping for help. He jerked away, irritated.

"Stop being so dramatic. Mia had a sip of my drink and now you're gonna fake an allergy attack for attention?"

No one believed me.

No one helped.

My vision blurred. I found my phone between the cushions and sent one last text to my brother before everything went black.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

His hands wandered lower, fingers pressing into the dip of my spine, then slipping over the curve of my hips. His fingers teased the sensitive skin there, his touch lingering, exploring. A massage was one thing. This—this was something else entirely.
"Relax, little virgin." He withdrew his hands, but not before dragging his fingers over my waist in a lingering caress. "I’m only touching. After all… you belong to me, don’t you?"


Selene’s life had been perfectly ordinary. Classes, late-night study sessions, coffee runs—just another college student trying to survive. Until the night she was taken.
One moment, she was taking out the trash. The next, she woke up in chains, surrounded by strangers with eyes that glowed like molten gold and smiles that revealed fangs. Real, impossibly sharp fangs.
Vampires.
She would have laughed if she weren’t terrified. If the stench of blood and fear didn’t cling to the walls of the dark, underground chamber where she was held. If the stage she stood on didn’t feel like a meat market, her body was the product being sold.
She wasn’t alone. Other humans were paraded before the silent, powerful figures watching from velvet seats, bidding on them with lazy amusement. Some were terrified. Some were resigned. Selene was neither.
She was furious.
Then he stepped forward.
Tall, commanding, dangerous. The kind of man whose presence sucked the air from the room. His midnight eyes settled on her, and a cruel smirk curled his lips.
Selene’s skin prickled. Every instinct screamed at her to look away, to shrink under his gaze. But she didn’t.
And he noticed.
“A million,” the stranger said, his voice smooth, final. “In cash.”
Silence. No counterbids. No challenge.
She should have been relieved the auction was over. Instead, her stomach turned cold as she realized the truth.
She hadn’t been purchased.
She had been claimed.

The story of a Lycan and his Mate, and the devil who threatened to tear them apart. And the story of Three powerful vampire Kings and their fragile mate. Mysteries, the darkness of the past, and storms ahead, Can any of them make it to their final destination? Or they will get lost in the waves of time?

Two stories, six lives, one book, one desired ending and demons of the dark.

Read to find out their Journey.

I was just trying to make it to graduation.
Classes by day, coffee shop by night, that was my life. No parents. No foster homes. Just me, surviving on scraps of hope and caffeine.

But one walk home changed everything.

One moment, I was on the phone with my best friend. The next, a hand was clamped over my mouth, the world spinning as something sharp sank deep into my skin. I should’ve died right there on that cold, dark street. But death never came.

Instead… I woke up hungry.

Not the kind of hunger food fixes. This was deeper, darker — and it came with fangs and cravings I swore I’d never have. I despised humans for the way they used, abandoned, and broke people like me. Now? They’re the only thing that keeps me alive.

I never asked to become a monster.
But that’s exactly what I am.

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

Traiver waited ten years to make the hunters pay. He planned to break their daughter slowly, completely, until her pain balanced his own. He never expected her to ask for it.
"Hurt me," she whispered, offering her throat and her guilt. "Do whatever you need."
Traiver's fingers trembled. He hated her for this. Hated that she saw the wound beneath the monster. Hated that when he finally touched her, it wasn't to destroy. He took everything she offered. Then he took more.
Hatred twisted into hunger. Cruelty blurred into possession. Every punishment became a claim, every touch a dangerous temptation. Navelle's innocence both tormented and captivated him, threatening to unravel the vengeance he had spent a decade perfecting.
But vengeance has a price. When the hunters' daughter carries his child, Traiver must choose. The revenge that fed his demons, or the family that could finally starve them?

What if everything you sacrificed for your family made you worthless in their eyes?

For years, I buried my brilliance as a polyglot and musician, becoming the invisible wife and mother. My husband cherished his childhood sweetheart, and my daughter called another woman “mom.” My love was met with contempt.

The day I nearly died from a broken heart—and a bleeding ulcer—while they dined happily without me, was the day I finally woke up. I walked away from the marriage, the mansion, and the child who rejected me.

Now, under the spotlight of the international stage, I am reborn. My skills command respect, and a powerful, enigmatic man sees my true worth. Let my former family watch from the sidelines as I shine. Their regret is my fuel, but my heart has moved on—there will be no second chances.

"I marked her... to protect my title. But I left the one who owned my heart behind."

Sienna loved Alpha Ryder with her whole soul, even if their bond wasn’t fated. On the night of her wedding anniversary, her world shattered: betrayed by her husband, drugged. Someone saved her, unbeknownst to her, he was Alpha Ryder. And their path shouldn't have met.

Now, Ryder must mark another, Renna, the manipulative she-wolf chosen by the elders. With blackmail, lies, and political pressure mounting, Sienna becomes nothing more than a pawn.

Left with no name, no power, and no home, Sienna is forced to stay in the Alpha’s house as a servant... while her once-lover sleeps beside another.

But Sienna is not broken. She is watching. She is waiting. And when the time comes... they’ll all regret what they did to the Alpha’s forsaken bride.

When Lyra Everthorn fled her arranged marriage to the powerful Alpha King Orion Blackwood, she thought she'd found freedom and love with Kael Vane. Three years later, the night her hearing miraculously returns, she discovers her boyfriend's betrayal with her best friend—and learns they've been using her unborn children as sacrificial ingredients. Trapped in the dangerous world of Chicago's underground racing scene, Lyra must navigate deadly conspiracies involving the Blood Moon Cult while hiding her true identity as Silver Moon Pack's heir. As she races against time to avenge her mother's murder and expose Kael's crimes, Orion reappears—the mate she abandoned now offering protection she desperately needs. But can she accept help from the man she once rejected, especially when accepting means confronting feelings she's spent five years running from?

" Logan we shouldn't do this" she said softly and he smiled kissing her cheeks
" Do what" he asked
Emily's world is turned when she meets Logan and the new world he opens her eyes to.
A world filled with supernatural beings and the evils that come with it in the form of a maniac wolf hunter called Finn, a world where love cannot be smooth sailing.
Despite their initial clashes, they have to navigate the ups and downs of love,loss and grief even as it threatens to tear them apart.
But it seems that they are not meant to be as their meeting sets off a chain of events neither could have predicted.
Can they weather the storm together, or is love just an empty game of words and promises.
And what will be the price to pay when one lover disappears.
Join them as Emily and Logan confront their fears and doubts to discover if their connection is truly worth fighting for.

In Nocturne Haven, widowhood is not a status.
It is a sentence.
The moment a husband dies, the bells toll and the Collectors come.
By law, a widow ceases to be human.
She becomes property….branded, displayed, sold before the next sunrise.
Samantha Vail never believed the old stories.
Until her husband’s blood soaked her wedding gown and the city condemned her in a single midnight chime.
Now she stands on the block in the House of Ashes and the sanctuary, the last lot of the Night of Claiming, and the highest bid belongs to Kane Draven: the man every shadow fears.
He didn’t come for a widow.
He came for a debt.
Yet one look at the woman who refuses to lower her eyes,and something long dead inside him stirs.
He claims her for vengeance.
He keeps her for desire.
He will lose her to the only law stronger than his own:
in Nocturne Haven, loving what you bought is punishable by death.
A dark, intoxicating romance about possession, power, and the one curse no one saw coming…..the moment a monster falls in love with the only thing he was never meant to touch.

Aria Rivera thought her life would finally be perfect when the Moon Goddess chose Alpha Marcus as her true mate. She dreamed of leading the pack beside him, strong, kind, and loved. But everything shatters when Marcus’s old love suddenly returns, saying she is carrying his baby.

Before Aria can understand what’s happening, she is blamed for a terrible crime, accused of trying to poison the woman everyone now protects. Heartbroken and betrayed, Aria is rejected and executed, cast out by the pack she once called home.

But the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. And when secrets begin to unravel, Marcus will learn that rejecting his true Luna might be the biggest mistake of his life.

Will Aria rise again, stronger than before? Or will her broken heart keep her from the destiny written in the stars?

Emily Willows longs for love, but only with the man of her dreams: the brilliant, warm and dashing Edward Jones.

If only her handsome, foolish neighbor can stop with all his gentlemanly-ness and just pin her into the nearest solid obstacle available. And then, perhaps encircle her whimpering body into the solid rippling confines of his warmth to show her the greatest pleasure of being alive and breathing, and moaning beneath his-

But no, he would not. He could not. He would not even want to. As they’ve been best friends for, well, ever.

But it becomes extremely challenging for her when he asks her for something in earnest, the biggest favor he could ever ask, even at the cost of their bond.

The one favour she was sure no friend would ever ask their own.

The one she was sure to lose herself to.

The one she knew she shouldn’t say yes to.

But it would indeed be the one to make her crazy all the way.

Oh, damnit, all to hell.

Iris Young never expected her wedding day to turn into a nightmare.
But when she walked in on her fiance cheating, her world shattered, and something inside her changed forever.

Elena was a cold-hearted Reaper, a soul-collector who followed the rules. But when she saves Liam, an ordinary boy who wasn’t meant to survive, she breaks everything.

Stripped of her powers, Elena is forced into a human life, tied to a secret love she’s forbidden to have.

Liam’s life is a mystery. His survival was a glitch in fate, and now, his very existence threatens the balance of life and death.

As he and Elena grow closer, sparks fly and so do the dangers. With a jealous rival and a deadly supernatural enforcer on their trail, every moment could be their last.

In a world where love was never meant to exist between them, they’ll risk everything to stay together, but is love worth defying fate?

A sizzling forbidden romance where love is the ultimate rebellion.

For five years, Clara Bennett has been Eugene Collins's legal wife—but never his partner, never his love. Branded a homewrecker and treated as a pawn in a family power play, she's endured silence, coldness, and humiliation. When Eugene forces her into an egg retrieval procedure—without anesthesia—to produce a child he doesn't even want, Clara reaches her breaking point.
His cruelty is unrelenting. His mistress mocks her. And even in front of her, he flaunts betrayal like a badge of pride. But when Clara's broken heart brings her to the edge—literally—a single moment stands between life and death.
This isn't just a story about a loveless marriage.
It's about a woman who gave everything, lost everything, and must now decide: stay shattered for the man who destroyed her, or rise—for herself and the life growing inside her.
In the ruins of heartbreak, Clara may find the strength to fight back.

Seven years ago, Chloe was driven away from the Blackthorn Pack for being a wolfless girl, forced to abandon her fated mate, the noble and disciplined Tristan Adams. Now an independent architect, she returns to the ominous Blackthorn Manor as the girlfriend of Ethan Moore—Tristan’s fiercely possessive and emotionally unstable younger brother. The moment Chloe steps inside, the cold and aristocratic Alpha recognizes his lost mate, his inner silver-gray wolf pushing past his refined restraint into a dark, obsessive jealousy.
To keep her trapped by his side, Tristan uses his immense corporate power to force her company into a predatory multi-billion-dollar contract based on a college dream they once shared. While Ethan clings to Chloe as his emotional anchor to keep his own unstable black wolf from snapping, Tristan relentlessly breaks down her defenses behind a secret bedroom door and a one-way glass wall. Caught in a nerve-wracking web of hidden truths and near-discoveries, Chloe tries to protect Ethan's fragile mental state while drowning in the irresistible magnetic pull of her first love. Every hesitation she makes pushes the two brothers deeper into a dangerous rivalry, unaware that a powerful, ancient white wolf is quietly waiting to awaken inside her.

My birthday was never truly mine.

Everyone was busy making sure she was comfortable, happy, and protected.
When she deliberately handed me chamomile tea—knowing I was allergic—they told me not to hurt my sister’s good intentions and forced me to drink it.

My brother accused me of being jealous and locked me in the basement.

They all forgot about me to celebrate her birthday, even my fiancé.

Lying there, I realized something worse than pain—I was replaceable.

That was the day I understood the truth about my family.
I was dying on “my” birthday, and no one chose me.

At night, it was already midnight when Asher came home from dinner.

He knew that Nora would come to The Howe family today. His grandpa Howard had asked Asher to meet Nora, but he refused on the grounds of work. He was not interested in this fiancee at all, and the engagement would be broken sooner or later

After returning to the room, Asher took a bath and went to sleep.

Probably because he drank a little too much tonight, Asher didn't realize there were other women in the room until he lay down.

He was slightly stunned. In the darkness, Asher could not see the woman's face. She turned over and hugged him. The girl murmured, "Good bear, don't make any noise. Just sleep."

Asher was frozen.

The woman had a very familiar smell, the same as that person...

Probably because of the alcohol, Asher didn't move, lying down with Nora and falling asleep.

I suffered from a severe congenital heart defect.

And my mother, Jamie, had terminal bone cancer.

My family was not a happy one. It marked the third year since my father, Nelson, had openly and unapologetically betrayed their marriage.

That morning, my mother swallowed a handful of painkillers and forced herself to stand up from her wheelchair.

She asked her best friend, Zoey, who was also my attending physician, to forge a medical report.

Zoey trembled with anger, her tears dropping heavily onto the paper.

"Jamie, are you crazy? Your bones are being eaten away by cancer cells every single day. You're in so much pain you bang your head against the wall all night. Why would you fake a clean bill of health?"

"Do you think that bastard Nelson will change his mind and come back to you just because you pretend to be healthy?"