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Elena is captured by a rival pack after an attack that resulted in the death of her family members. Reduced to the role of an Omega, she endures hard labor amidst mockery and ostracism from fellow Omegas.

Fate intervenes when she is assigned to serve the pack's Luna. Eventually, she aids the new Alpha in escaping an accusation of patricide after his father's death.

Will she choose to assist him in reclaiming his honor and rightful position, despite knowing he was responsible for her father's death? And what will happen when she discovers he is her fated mate?

Six hundred years into our marriage, I found out my husband had a son.

I had ended my border patrol three days early, wanting to surprise Valerius.

Not far away, Valerius was channeling his exclusive magic, teaching a boy how to weave the darkness.

"Dad! I did it!" The boy looked up. His bright eyes were a near-perfect reflection of Valerius's.

My mind instantly went blank.

Dad?

A woman walked over.

She draped a small cloak over the boy's shoulders, her hand brushing against Valerius's chest with practiced familiarity. "Valeri, the wind is picking up. He'll catch a cold now that he's sweating."

Valerius naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "My fault."

The image of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family was an ice-tipped needle driven straight into my eyes.

The sharp sting made my breath hitch in my throat.

The man who had sworn before the Senate to love me for all eternity—the man bound to me by a Soul Blood Pact—had already betrayed me!

A sudden, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen.

It was an old wound from six centuries ago.

When the Sunfire Curse nearly reduced Valerius to ashes, I had offered my high-born pure blood and my womb as a sacrifice to forcibly block the hex for him.

The price was permanent infertility, along with an excruciating backlash of pain I had to endure every single month.

Back then, Valerius had held me, his eyes red and tear-filled. "I don't want any children! I would rather lose my seat in the Senate than ever betray you!"

Yet the scene before me crushed those words into fine dust.

I stumbled backward, my chest feeling as though it had been ripped open by bare hands.

I was terrified I'd lose control and rush over to scream at him.

Worse yet, in the face of this cozy, happy family of three, I was afraid I'd look like a pathetic, unwanted outsider.

Suffocation gripped my throat. I turned and fled.

I was the undefeated queen of the underground octagon—a body held together by broken bones and spilled blood, all to build Dorian's fighting empire from the ground up.
But when he'd made it to the top in his tailored suits and polished shoes, suddenly my scars made me too crude, too ugly to stand beside him.
He ordered me to throw my title defense—told me to take a dive for some rich girl whose daddy bought her a spot in the cage. And when that woman shattered both my legs with an illegal knee strike, he just stood there and watched.
I clawed my way out of that wreckage—barely breathing. Left him a blood-stained divorce decree and vanished.
While he mourned over what he thought were my ashes, I was already training alongside the legendary king of the octagon, rebuilding myself from the ground up.
Now I'm back—stronger than ever.
This time, I'm going to break that princess's pretty face and crush his pathetic ego underfoot.

My younger sister, Freya, was preparing for her advanced training in New York the following week, so she dragged me to the dance studio to help her correct her movements. I put on my dance shoes as usual and stood in the center of the floor, ready to demonstrate a turn.

The moment my foot slipped, I didn't even have time to react.

My body hit the ground hard, and the sharp pain from the back of my head nearly made me lose consciousness. I lay on the cold floor, my throat tight, unable to even cry out for help.

When Mother rushed in, she didn't spare me a glance.

She immediately helped Freya up and took her to the hospital. I missed the critical window for treatment and died on the way to the hospital.

"You were meant to be my death. Instead, you've become my damnation."
Aria Thornwell has spent three years as a healer in her town, attempting to forget the night her former fiancé publically humiliated her by selecting her affluent stepsister instead—taking Aria's family fortune with him. Now, she lives quietly, utilizing her skill to aid the underprivileged while her stepfamily flaunts their stolen fortune.

But on the winter solstice, everything changes. She's chosen as the ceremonial bride for the vampires' holy Winter Feast—a "honor" that guarantees death at daybreak following the Christmas Eve rite. Dragged to the Crimson Vale with five other human tributes, Aria is prepared to meet her fate with dignity.

Until she meets him.

Lord Sebastian Thorne, the ancient vampire who has presided over the Winter Feast for eight centuries, is meant to drain her at dawn following the binding ritual. It's tradition. It's law. It's survival—the ceremonial blood maintains the vampire realm for another year.

But as Sebastian's lips brush her throat in the ceremonial hall, something unbelievable happens. Her blood doesn't simply sustain him—it wakes something in him that's been dead for generations. And in a move that shocks the whole vampire court, he refuses to complete the rite.
"This one is mine," he proclaims, his old strength sweeping the hall. "Anyone who touches her answers to me."

Trapped in the Obsidian Palace as Sebastian's "protected bride," Aria discovers three frightening truths: Sebastian isn't protecting her out of mercy—he's dying from an ancient curse, and her blood is the only thing keeping him alive past Christmas; the vampire court will do anything to kill her and reinstate the ritual; and her "ordinary" healer's gift is actually a rare and dangerous power that vampire nobility has been hunting for generations.

"She was MINE before. How could I have known she would find another man so quickly?"
Dresden Wade was pretty sure the goddess was punishing him. Married for half a decade to his childhood sweetheart without a child, he is desperate for a chance to fight his wrongs when he sees her again.
His TRUE mate. The woman he scorned and humiliated all those years ago.
Except that now, she is standing holding hands with another Alpha.
Mara Reid wants nothing to do with the surly, arrogant Alpha that used to be her mate. He had made the earlier parts of her adulthood traumatic to say the least.
So why did meeting him again feel like coming home?
Why did her traitorous heart skip whenever he called her name?

"Mommy's just a housewife! I don't want Mommy anymore—I want Aunt Jessica!"

Those words from my eight-year-old son, Jimmy, hit harder than any physical blow. I stood frozen in our living room, surrounded by the shards of the vase I’d just smashed. My husband, Robert, didn't even flinch. He just pulled Jessica closer, his hand resting possessively on her waist.

"Stop being dramatic, Scarlett," Robert sneered, his eyes cold. "Jessica is my soulmate. She understands my work. You? You just clean."

Eight years of devotion. Eight years of sacrificing my career to build this home. And now, my husband and son were looking at a stranger with the love that belonged to me.

I tried to reach for Jimmy, but he pushed me away with his small, angry fists. "Bad Mommy! Aunt Jessica buys me candy! You're just an ugly hag!"

My heart twisted until it snapped. I watched them leave for Jessica's award party—an award for a paper I practically wrote but couldn't claim. I was left alone in the silence of the house I paid for, bleeding from the glass cuts on my hands.

Later that night, at the hospital, after I’d been injured by Robert’s own hand, the nurse asked Jimmy who I was. He looked me dead in the eye and said, "I don't know her. Jessica is my mom."

That was the moment the old Scarlett died. I wiped the blood from my face, picked up my phone, and dialed my lawyer.

"Mr. Owens," I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute. "Let's redraft the agreement. I don't want custody. They can have each other."

For many years, a powerful throne has waited for the true ruler who can take it. Everyone believes only a strong Alpha can claim it, but no one ever expected Samien to be the one.

Samien was born into a noble family. Her future was supposed to be easy. She was meant to become a gentle Luna, marry a great Alpha, and stay behind him while he led.

But Samien has her own dreams. She has the spirit of a leader in her heart. She wants to choose her own path and lead her own pack.

To chase her future, she hides her identity and joins Wolves Academy as a boy. The academy is a harsh place where young Alpha boys train and compete. Every day is a battle. Every mistake is dangerous.

Samien struggles to survive among them. She faces mockery, pain, and hard challenges. One of her greatest enemies is Mark Draven. He is strong, feared, and respected. He also never misses a chance to test her limits.

What no one knows is that Samien carries a secret power. She is a Moon wolf with a rare gift that can change the fate of the packs. When others discover this truth, she becomes a target. Powerful leaders want her gone before she grows strong enough to threaten them.

Hunted and betrayed, Samien has only one choice left. She must rise and claim the throne before her enemies destroy her future.

But the journey is filled with danger, heartbreak, and hidden truths. The biggest challenge of all is the unexpected bond between her and Mark Draven. He was her enemy. Now he is tied to her by fate.

Will Mark stand with her, or be the one who destroys her?

The fight for the throne is coming, and Samien must decide who she can trust as she faces her greatest test.

In the shadowy underbelly of Chicago, where loyalty is currency and power is everything, 18-year-old Kylie Santos finds herself at the center of a dangerous game she never asked to play. What happens when duty collides with desire? When the price of family loyalty is your own heart?

Born into the notorious Santos crime family, Kylie has always known her life would be different. But nothing could have prepared her for the bombshell her father drops one fateful evening. As rival gangs close in, threatening to destroy everything the Santos family has built over generations, Kylie learns that she is to be the linchpin in a desperate plan for survival.

"You will marry his oldest son, Lysander," her father declares, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel. In an instant, Kylie's world shatters. She's to be wed to Lysander Vincenzo, heir to the New York Familia—their longtime enemies turned reluctant allies. But can decades of bloodshed and mistrust truly be erased by a single union?

Suddenly, Kylie is thrust into a world of high-stakes politics and deadly power plays. Every move she makes could tip the delicate balance between peace and all-out war. As she navigates this treacherous new reality, Kylie must grapple with her own desires and ambitions. Can she sacrifice her dreams for the greater good of her family? Or will she find a way to forge her own path amidst the chaos?

But Lysander Vincenzo is no mere pawn in this game of chess. Rumored to be as ruthless as he is handsome, he harbors his own secrets and ambitions. As Kylie and Lysander circle each other warily, an unexpected spark ignites between them. Could their arranged union blossom into something real? Or will the weight of family expectations and old grudges snuff out any chance at true love?

I am the ugly omega, popularly known as the cursed ugly omega because I bear an ugly scar on my face. Despite my parents holding high ranks in the pack, it didn't save me from the disrespect and ill treatment of my pack members. I was unloved, but my parents would cuddle and comfort me behind closed doors, and I don't blame them for doubting their love for me. I was a disgrace to them, and not only that, my father sired another child in secret. His excuse? I wasn't the child he wanted to have. Although my mom didn't tell me what his reason was, I knew that was his reason. He needed a child to be proud of. My mate said I wasn't fit to be a Luna. I was ugly and did not qualify, but he deemed me qualified to be his breeder, his indirect mistress, and I hate him. I hate the moon goddess for shaming me, for being a b*tch that couldn't fulfill a wretched girl's wish. Escaping was my only option, but running into a dragon wasn't part of the plan, and now he is obsessed and won't let me go.The dragon found a toy to play with and that toy is me. What kind of fate is this? I will never forgive the moon goddess for failing to fulfil just one wish. For making my life miserable, I vow to make that of her descendants hell!

Lucia Mendez is an orphan and the only heiress of the banking empire of the Mendez dynasty, regal, poised, elegant and kind to a fault. She falls in love with David and he manipulates her into signing her estate and vast wealth over to him. On the day of their wedding, David leaves her stranded at the altar choosing to elope with her best friend Yvonne leaving Lucia with nothing but the pregnancy he didn't know she was carrying.

Distraught and with nothing in her name, Lucia crawls to the front of the church altar, slits her wrist and with every drop of blood that falls at the altar she vows her revenge before falling unconscious.

5 years later, Lucia who is now rich and powerful, arrives in the scene of the high and mighty in society and with her comes a storm that will change the fate of each and everyone who crossed paths with her. She is bound by destiny to avenge her everything that happened to her including losing her child, for every drop of blood that fell 5 years, she will take each and everyone of them out and reclaim the empire that is her's.

Revenge isn't a game, it's her destiny.

“Get away from me,” Aria said, her voice unsteady.

Aston didn’t move away. No, he leaned in, the blade she held against his neck piercing through just enough to draw a thin line of red.

He smiled.

“Careful, my lady,” he murmured. “Your hands are shaking.”

Her grip tightened on the hilt.

“Now look at him,” Aston continued softly. “Look at your son… and tell me whose eyes he has.”

There was absolute silence.

“Your stepbrother’s?” His smile sharpened. “Or the man that claimed you that night?”

~
Five years ago, all Aria wanted was for her stepbrother, Liam, to say “take my hand” and defend her. Instead she woke up in his bed; drugged, disgraced, and left to carry the blame and the label of a ‘whore’.

Now she’s back with a child, but to regain her reputation, she has to marry Aston Beaumont, a ghost with a million layers, a murderer, and the man about to betray her grandfather.

It should have been simple.

Save her grandfather. Restore her reputation. Then leave. That is, until her stepbrother returns, not with guilt or shame, but with obsession, dangerously wanting her back like he never let her go.

And the more he pushes, the more dangerous Aston becomes.

Because Aston Beaumont doesn’t chase.

He takes.

When Eve Dawson's wealthy best friend, Katy Johnson, desperately pleaded with her to go on the blind date her father had set up for her in her place, she initially refused.

But then, when fifteen thousand dollars got involved, she knew she couldn't keep saying no.

So the plan was simple; go to the blind date, pretend to be Katy, and make him lose interest using any possible means so he wouldn't request for another date.

But the plan went wrong from the start.

And Eve Dawson's life got tangled up with the Herman brothers.

One needs her to execute his plan, while the other simply just wants to destroy her.

But neither ever expected to actually fall for her.

My adopted sister, Adriana, hit and injured Hadley Brooks—the prized mistress of Hartwell’s mafia boss, Dario Salvatore—and fled the scene.
Don Salvatore gave us exactly three days. And so, my husband and my parents all turned their eyes to me: Go take the fall for her. You always know how to fix things.
I agreed.
What they didn't know was that on that very same day, my doctor had given me my own deadline: I had, at most, three days left to live.

I was dead, and the whole world was celebrating for my sister.

For twenty-two years, I had been the hardest-working but most invisible daughter in the Sterling family, forever living in the shadow of my gymnastics prodigy sister.

Running a high fever, I begged my family to take me to the hospital, only to hear: "Don't you DARE ruin Bella's award ceremony!"

When I was tricked into the abandoned equipment room and used my last breath to call my boyfriend while lying in a pool of blood, all I heard was: "Grace, quit the drama! Bella's accepting her award on stage!"

On stage, thunderous applause erupted as Bella lifted the "Young Gymnast of the Year" trophy.

And I drew my final breath.

When they returned home triumphant, thinking I had run away in a tantrum, they had no idea I was already dead right under their noses.

On my twenty-fourth birthday, my grandfather dropped the bombshell: I was an orphan.
After learning about my biological family, I decided to do something nice. I bought a limited-edition sports car as a gift for the father I had never met.
But at the dealership, I was publicly humiliated by my brother's mistress.
To clear up the misunderstanding, I called my brother.
When he arrived, it was only to back her up.
"This birthmark is ugly; let me help you get rid of it."
My own brother used a cigar to burn off the birthmark behind my ear and had my suffering broadcast on the mall's LED screen.
"Listen, if anyone dares to treat this woman’s injuries, I’ll have their license revoked in this city for good!"
But he didn’t know that the grandfather who raised me was someone no one in this city could even dream of looking up to.
When my grandfather arrived with a top-notch medical team and armed mercenaries, sealing off the entire building, my arrogant brother finally realized his mistake.

After three years of marriage, the first thing my husband did upon waking from his vegetative state was to humiliate me for my stepsister. I once thought that my three years of devoted care would earn me a shred of his affection, only to discover that he had always loved the woman who stole everything from me including my identity. For her sake, he forced me to leave with nothing and had me blacklisted throughout the city.

But what they didn't know was that the woman they discarded like a piece of trash would shed her apron and become a legendary racer who struck fear into the hearts of the entire racing world. When my husband's archrival extended an olive branch to me, this game of revenge began—who will ultimately be the winner?

I loved Julian for ten years, carving every sweat-stained day into my love for him.
He once said I shined brighter than any gold medal.
Yet in five short minutes, he handed my dream, my glory, and my whole world to a scheming transfer girl.
Betrayed, discarded, and broken on the fencing strip, I lost my first love and everything I fought for.
Until the retired cold Olympic champion stepped out of the dark midnight shadows.
He offered me hellish training and a sharp blade of revenge.
I buried my soft heart, handed over my soul, and vowed to make every traitor pay.

My husband handed me divorce papers at 2 AM—right after he'd had his way with me. Three years of marriage, and he never once believed I was anything but a scheming woman who trapped him. He said he wanted his real love back. I said I wanted our daughter.
He laughed and told me I couldn't afford to raise her alone.
He was right about one thing: I needed money. So I took the only job that could change everything. He showed up at the presentation as the client. When he saw my work, his face went pale. He accused me of plagiarizing a famous designer—the very genius who had saved his company years ago.
He has no idea.
That genius is me.
And he's about to find out exactly who he just let go.

For five years of secret marriage to Sebastian Hawthorne—one of New York's most powerful attorneys—he still refused to let our son Quinn call him "Daddy" in public.
At the firm, I was his on-call senior associate, the invisible workhorse cleaning up his messes and handling his impossible cases. At home, I was the single mother who stopped waiting up for a husband who never came home for dinner.
Everyone knew the new intern, Delilah Vance, was his favorite—a federal judge's daughter, his hand-picked "rising star."
I used to believe that if I worked hard enough, if Quinn behaved perfectly, the heart beneath all that arrogance would eventually soften.
Until that rainy night when he threw his wife of five years and their son out of their own home to comfort Delilah over some fabricated stalker scare.
And while Quinn collapsed in my arms, gasping through a severe allergic reaction, Sebastian was raising champagne with that woman at an impossible-to-book French restaurant, celebrating her win in a pointless mock trial.
Watching my son's pale face and the hope slowly dying in his eyes, five years of one-sided devotion finally reached its verdict.
The case is closed, Sebastian. I'm done.

Ryan loves me deeply—at least that's what everyone says. Seven years together, we look like the perfect couple to outsiders. But only I know he's betrayed me three times.

The first time was three years ago. His brother died saving him, leaving behind his widow Sophia—Ryan's unforgettable first love. He married her behind my back. When I found out, I completely fell apart. I have dignity. I refuse to be the other woman. I wanted to leave, but he begged on his knees. "This is just to take care of my sister-in-law. Once I find the truth about my brother's death, I'll divorce her. Then we can get married."

I believed him. I forgot that a man never lets go of a lost love he's gotten back.

The second time was at last year's company anniversary. In front of everyone, he introduced Sophia as his wife. I watched them on stage, a knife through my heart. That night he explained, "It's just for show. Once everything's over, we can be together."

I believed him again.

The third time was two weeks ago. Surveillance footage showed Ryan with Sophia entering a hotel room. I rushed to confront him, but heard her voice outside his office. "Ryan, I'm pregnant. It's your baby."

Through the crack in the door, I see him hesitate. In that instant I understand.

He's going to keep her.

He spots me and rushes out in a panic. "It was an accident! Let me explain! After she has the baby, I'll give her money and make her leave. She won't be in our lives anymore!"

In that moment, I finally wake up. There will be no future for us.

In my past life, I exposed my cousin Isolde's deadly secret just to save Darius from absolute ruin, binding myself to him in a Soul Pact instead.

My reward?

At three months pregnant, Darius chained me to a water dungeon altar, carved my stomach open alive, and smashed our unborn child to pieces right in front of my eyes—all as a twisted sacrifice to my cousin who supposedly "died for love."

When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the Pact Selection Ceremony.

Watching him pull her into his arms like some priceless treasure, I simply smiled and took a tactful step back.

In this life, I am going to sit back and watch the two of them burn in hell together.

For years, I believed a rival family had stolen my children. Four of them — two baby boys, then my newborn twins. Every time, my husband wept. He swore revenge. He held me while I screamed myself sick.
Tonight I went down to the basement looking for him. The door was open a crack. He was kissing another woman.
"I threw both incubators off the cliff myself," he laughed. "Didn't even blink."
He killed all four. To clear a path for his mistress's son.
He runs the family now. He thinks grief has broken me — that I'll spend the rest of my life crying in the bed we shared.
He forgot one thing. I'm the old don's daughter. This family was never his.
It's mine.

Five years ago, I spent the most out-of-control night of my life with a stranger.
My body burned, my mind was a blur, and all I could remember was the way he took me with relentless force.
I clutched the sheets and never even saw his face clearly.

Five years later, I return to this city with my child—only to run into that same cold, powerful man again.
He corners me, his gaze dark and burning.
“The woman that night... was it you?”
I grit my teeth and let out a cold laugh, denying everything.

If that night was never an accident, then what kind of ending is waiting for us?

My mother rips my long-hidden Orion star chart to pieces and hurls the scraps straight into my face like garbage.
For seventeen years, I’ve been the praised straight-A good girl, my shirt collars always buttoned all the way up. I’ve lived solely for one goal: an acceptance letter from Yale, my ticket out of this suffocating cage.
But the second she locks my bedroom door from the outside, it hits me cold: blind obedience only traps you tighter.
Just as despair crashes over me, a silver lighter clatters against my windowsill. Zane—the biker delinquent everyone at school steers clear of—pries open my window and holds out his hand to me.
To hell with the Ivy League. Tonight, Aria’s jumping out of this window that’s kept me prisoner.

I hid my noble Mosuo family background and loved Cassian for eight years. I allowed him to have children with another woman, thinking it was just a deal. Yet he truly fell for her, and she framed me publicly. Cassian blamed me wrongly and hurt me deeply. I revealed my real status and left him. Following my clan rules, I married three loyal childhood friends and let go of this failed love.

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.

I almost died on the operating table trying to give Alexander Volkov a child, unaware he already had a pair of illegitimate twins with his childhood sweetheart.
My heart stopped when I saw the DNA results. Alec, the man who made the New York underworld tremble, the man who flew back on a private jet just to hold my hand, was a flawless liar.
I turned my face away, tears soaking the hospital pillow. My hand drifted to my belly. God had finally decided to give me a break after five years of needles and agony—I was pregnant. But now, it felt like the cruelest joke.
He pulled me into his arms, smelling of expensive cologne and... baby formula.
"Tell me what's wrong, honey. Whoever made you unhappy, I'll make them pay."
I stared into his lying eyes and made my decision.
I would vanish with his unborn child, leaving him to rot in eternal regret.

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

“Your fate hasn’t changed,” he says, stepping closer. “What you saw will come to pass—unless you break the curse.”

“How?” My voice trembles. “Please, tell me. Anything to stop that horror.”

His gaze darkens. “Your death… by the hands of your mate.”

My world stops. And when I turn to Bion, his face is pale—like he already knows.

~

On her eighteenth birthday, Melanie Spane’s life shatters. Meeting her destined mate, Bion Anaxagoras—the most powerful and untouchable boy in school—should have been a dream. Instead, it becomes the beginning of her curse.

Memories of another life begin to surface. A hidden truth starts to crack: Melanie is no ordinary girl—she’s the lost princess of the supernatural world.

The same princess cursed by an ancient witch.
The same princess destined to destroy everything and everyone.

And the only way to stop her—is for her mate to kill her.

But Bion is no hero. He’s darkness wrapped in one—loyal only to her.

He would burn the world to see her breathe.

A fated love.

A deadly curse.

A choice between love and the end of the world.

Sophia and I fought over who would wear that emerald ring to change our fate.
In my first life, I claimed the emerald ring, thinking I would become a billionaire heiress.
That was until late at night, when I accidentally opened that underground iron door and he strangled me to death with a piano wire: "Your pathetic wailing isn't her at all."
Given a second chance, I backed away and let Sophia take it.
A few days later, she died in the ice cellar with her tongue severed. Right before she died, she let out a blood-curdling whimper: "A true devil is hiding behind that door!"
Waking up for the third time, we trembled in sheer terror as the ring was offered to us once again.
Just who exactly is the daughter he is looking for?

Clare Voss has spent five years loving her stepbrother Zane in silence, cooking his breakfast, cheering at every match, and dreaming of the day he would finally see her.

But on his birthday, everything falls apart when his girlfriend exposes Clare's most humiliating secret in front of the entire team.

Just when Clare is ready to disappear, Rhys Calloway, her worst enemy and the team's arrogant captain, pulls her into his arms and tells everyone she is his girlfriend.

She should have pushed him away, but she kissed him back instead.

Now Clare is locked into a two-month fake relationship with the most infuriating man she has ever met, trying to get over a stepbrother who never cared and survive a captain who makes her forget why she was supposed to hate him.

The problem is that Rhys kisses like he means every single second of it, and just when Clare starts to move on, Zane decides he wants her back.

One girl, two hockey players, and a heart that was never supposed to feel this much. Will she choose the stepbrother who broke her or the enemy who caught her when she fell?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kindness of fools is worthless!

So I threw her out to feed the zombies!

"Are you always this damn sensitive?" my husband snapped, his hands lingering on his ex’s waist.
I stood there, holding our 5th-anniversary cake and my pregnancy secret. He canceled our romantic dinner just to comfort her.
So, I threw the cake away. Next, I'll throw him away.

"If you want to get your needs met tonight, it will be with me and no other man. Am I clear?"

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Charlotte Hendry escaped Houston's gilded cage to chase freedom on her own terms, graduate school in New York, a secret life in New Orleans, and absolutely zero entanglements. Maverick Pierce built his empire from nothing, turning poverty and pain into a billion-dollar media dynasty. Neither of them planned for a collision that would shatter every rule they had carefully constructed.

When Maverick discovers Charlotte at his favorite private BDSM club, he faces an impossible choice: walk away or claim the one woman who challenges every part of him. Their connection burns fast and undeniable. But Charlotte's independence and Maverick's possessive nature could destroy what neither of them expected to find.

Can two people who were never looking for love actually build something real?

I accompanied my husband, Kieran, down to the Antarctic station’s underground quarantine zone to rescue an ice-bacteria sample at negative forty degrees. Halfway there, he asked me to fetch some data. I was gone for exactly three minutes. When I came back, he had vanished.
The institute staff told me I had gone insane, wandering the halls searching for a husband who had been dead for three years.
They called Kieran’s mentor, Dr. Reiner. Through the phone, the old man wept, swearing that Kieran had fallen into the deepest ice rift in Antarctica three years ago. Not even his bones were recovered.
Branded a lunatic, I was thrown into a sealed bio-containment pod twenty miles away. I became a human guinea pig. Under endless rounds of experimental drugs, my organs failed one by one until I died on that cold metal table.
Then, I blinked. Kieran was standing right in front of me, rushing me to the lab...

A madman attacked the concert hall. I threw myself over my son, taking every blow meant for him. My spine shattered in three places.

My husband Arthur subdued the attacker and rushed us to the hospital—the picture of a devoted, loving spouse.

It was only after hearing his conversation with the doctor that I finally saw his true colors.

My crippling injury was merely collateral damage. My son Ethan? Nothing but a living cornea donor for Mia—the cherished daughter he had with his first love.

He treated my child like spare parts, never knowing Mia isn't even his blood.

For three years, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Until I hit play on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my perfect reality shattered into a million jagged pieces.

The woman writhing on the bed was Amanda—the sweet, innocent girl we had both grown up with.

And the hand tracing the curve of her bare skin? It wore the platinum wedding band I had personally slipped onto Louis’s finger.

"I missed you so much..."

"You drive me fucking crazy, baby..."

Hearing my own husband's signature sweet nothings whispered to my childhood best friend gutted me completely.

Our entire social circle constantly praised us as the golden couple. But beneath the glossy surface, who could have guessed this flawless marriage was built on a mountain of sick lies?

Well, if Louis was such a brilliant actor, I figured it was time to give him a show of my own.

I was going to rip off his mask and show the entire world exactly what kind of monster my "perfect husband" truly was.

Natasha is an 18 year old young woman who just graduated from high school. She has to figure out how to navigate through life with a war raging around her in which she is the driving force behind the conflict. Will this pending war change her world for the better? Can she find a way to keep those she loves safe or will she have to choose to sacrifice someone for the greater good?

"This is wrong..." she whimpered pleasure consuming her.

“You want me just as much as I want you, give in to your desires sweetheart and I’ll make you feel so fucking good, that you won't ever want another man to touch you,” he whispered huskily making her core throb.

That was what she was afraid of, that when he was done with her, she would be left broken…


Scarlett Malone was a feisty headstrong young she-wolf, blessed by the moon goddess as the first Alpha Female.

Moving to a new town with her mother to start afresh, they were welcomed into a new pack and a new family. Things became complicated when she begins to feel attracted to her handsome, smart, and cocky stepbrother, the future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.

Will she be able to overcome the illicit thoughts that consume her mind and awaken a pleasure deep within her? or would she push even her own boundaries and explore the forbidden feelings that burned within her?

Elijah Westwood, the most popular boy around, and one every girl wished to have a taste of. A player who didn’t believe in love, nor mates. He was twenty-one and was in no rush to find his fated one, enjoying life as he was, with no shortages of women to bed.

What happens when he returns home only to find that he’s begun to see his step-sister in a new light? Knowing that when the mating ceremony came, she would find her mate.

Will he fight against everything for her, or would he let her go?

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Blurb:

We're playing a dangerous game, sneaking around in a place where we could easily be caught. I think that's part of the thrill .

One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters.
A company policy: no dating of work colleagues.

A passion unresistable.

Blurb:

This year has been real harsh , seems like am kinda jinxed or something. I know you might think I'm just making things up but seriously, it's true.Am like a Walking talking ticking hot mess!

Not only does my name literally means "unfortunate," but that's the story of my life.
Everything I touch suddenly turns to crap.

Moved out of the studio I shared with my ex for cheating -means I'm living back at home with my teenage like parents,with me acting like the grown up adult .

Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Damien Boyce to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully start afresh.

Ahem.
On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.

Am like his secretary, pretty sure it's a simple task .
Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but dangerous and sexy smiles added with a hot sexy desire.
Now, nothing is easy–except this sudden scorching burn of mutual attraction
But he’s my boss!

you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure:

It never ends well.

Except am I willing to risk losing my job.

it’s just not worth it?

Or is it?

He pinched her nipple, “I’m gonna let you do all the reckless shit you’ve never tried before."

“Mmm…” she moaned, her back arching into his thickness.

“Like what, Daddy?” she breathed, grinding up against his cock.

Matt’s eyes burned into hers. He leaned closer, his breath hot on her lips.

“Like getting tied up and teased until you beg me to let you cum.”


Strictly R18+

This is not a love story. If you’re looking for sweet romance, look elsewhere, this is not your book.

This is a book for those who want to explore the darkness within desire without shame.

“Her Forbidden Fantasies” is a collection of different short stories:

Book 1: Craving My Hot Stepfather
The story of innocent Princess, who accidentally seduces her strict stepfather and his best friend. A forbidden tale of family lust and dangerous temptation.

Book 2: Stepbrothers’ Plaything
Caroline and her three wicked stepbrothers. Dark, forbidden, taboo, dripping with BDSM, degradation, and raw power play.

Book 3: The Exhibitionist Wife
35-year-old married Vanessa craves the thrill of strangers’ hands on her body. Public sex, reckless adventures, and a husband who doesn’t know her secret.

Book 4: Forbidden Affairs with My Stepson
A taboo spark ignites when Wendy, a widowed woman, crosses lines with her stepson, Kelvin, in a whirlwind of forbidden desire.

Book 5: Delivered by the Priest (LGBTQ)
A remorseful lesbian seeks salvation in confession, but the priest offers her a very different kind of deliverance.

And more twisted tales of forbidden lust…

Each book is a complete story with its own messy, complicated characters, but all are tied together by one thread: the things we desire but can never say out loud.

Omega Nina is a 19 year old virgin whose only wish is to experience true love. Unfortunately, she became a collateral bride in order to pay off her father’s debt.

Nina ended up getting kidnapped by her Pack’s greatest enemy, Alpha Aiden on her wedding day.With her pregnancy making the whole situation messed up, will she end up finding love or will it end up in hatred?

Aiden Vincenzo is known as the Italian Mafia Lord and Alpha of the bloodthirsty werewolves of the Silvermoon Pack ,his world revolves around cruelty,violence and bloodshed.Nina was just a pawn in his vengeance and he never imagined his ruthless heart can fall madly in love with his captive omega.

R18 Note: This novel contains explicit, strong language and abuse scenes.

Anna had it all, a perfect life and a loving husband. But destiny has its own plans. Switching tickets with a young musician, her husband Marco dies in a plane crash and her world crumbles upon her. Unable to cope with the pain she remains locked in her house refusing to face reality until her nightmares come to life. Dreaming how people would die she has one week to track them down and save them. Now she has to begin a race against the clock and save as many as she can. Being overwhelmed she finds relief in listening to young saxophonist Enzo Buonaurio. Little did she know he had an unintentional final word in her husband’s early passing. What will happen when Anna dreams of Enzo's death? Will she be able to forgive and save him? Or let destiny play its card?

"You belong with me Ava! You are mine! And I'll be damned before I let anyone else have you!!!" He growled with boiling rage.

The former leaders of the moonlight pack from time past had a popular tradition that had never been broken; choosing the perfect Luna for their Alpha from within the pack, arranging the perfect union. Ava Maynard, a member of the moonlight pack and the next in line to be the Luna, was chosen for this role when she was just a baby, and has been preparing for it her whole life. But when the time comes for her to assume her duty and marry her betrothed, the moonlight pack's Alpha Ray, she meets her true mate, Lucas.

As for her true mate, well, Ava had always thought that she'd just reject him whenever he came along, just like all the other Luna's before her had done, if they'd been able to manage it well in the past she thought, then she should too. But there's a problem; what will she do when she finds out that all the other Luna's have never been mated to someone like Lucas? Someone so possessive, someone who will stop at nothing to get what he wants; someone who is determined by all means to get what the moon goddess has blessed with, even if it means going against her packs tradition.

What will happen when Lucas De' Clan, Alpha of the Dawn pack and Ava's true mate finds out that she's being prepared for someone else? Will he eventually let go of his mate so she can fulfil her Luna duties? And what about Ava? What will she choose? Where does her heart belong? Her fate or her duty? Find out in Her Possessive Alpha; Tale of a broken wolf.

"Who is your Master, girl?"
"F- f*ck. A- are you serious?" Julie whined.
"Yes. You need to know what we need. As well as what we want from you. You think you can handle it? Show me," Dax demanded. "Who is your Master?"
His finger sped up again, making her mind spin out of control.
"You! Oh, fuck! You are!" she cried desperately.
"Now, now, sugar. Don't forget about me," Shane butted in.
"Yes, don't forget Shane," Dax added.
Julie couldn't think properly and just obeyed
"Yes! Oh god! You both are! You both are!" she relented. "Please! I wanna come! Please!"
"Then ask your Doms, darlin'," Shane pushed her.
"Oh god! Please can I come, Sirs? Please, please!"
"Good enough, for now, little one," Dax praised. "Come for us, now."


This Christmas, Julie's life is about to get a whole lot hotter. Returning home for the holidays, she's surprised to find her aunt's new beau, Shane, is young, charming, and utterly captivating. But Shane isn't the only one who's caught her eye. His friend Dex, a dark and mysterious stranger, has also sparked her interest.
With one flick of fate's hands, Julie's life is thrust into immeasurable danger.
As Julie dodges bullets, and navigates her feelings for these two captivating men, she must confront her own desires and the danger that's lurking in the shadows. Will she be able to trust her heart and find love with not one, but two men who are determined to keep her safe and make her theirs?

Mia has always kept her feelings for Ethan, her father’s powerful and irresistibly charming best friend, buried deep. But when his gaze finally locks onto hers, the boundaries of temptation and desire shatter.

Swept into a whirlwind affair that could ruin them both, Mia finds herself torn between two worlds: the safe love she shares with her devoted boyfriend, Liam, and the all-consuming passion that only Ethan can ignite. As secrets multiply and lies unravel, Mia’s carefully constructed life teeters on the brink of destruction.

But in a game driven by wealth, obsession, and forbidden desire, every choice has a price. Will Mia surrender to the man who could ruin everything, or will she fight to hold onto the love she’s about to lose?

“I have wanted so long for this.” He says as he then slides my underwear off and sticks his finger inside of me, keeping his eyes on me. “You are so beautiful Jaycee.” He breathed out causing his hot breath to snake over my naked body. He leans his face towards my breasts and taking one into his mouth began to suck on it.
“Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ricco don’t you dare stop.” I breathed out.
“What if I want to do this?” He questioned as he then lowers his face to the entrance of my pussy. With a smirk he began to lick and suck on my clit, with a devilish smile he then enters his tongue into my pussy probing around in the most delightful way.
“Oh yes, pleases continue!!! I yell out beside myself in pleasure.
“Now for what I have been waiting the most for.” He says this as he hovers over me again lining his cock even with the entrance to my pussy, then with the most lustful look that I have ever seen on anyone’s face he plunges into me hard and deep making moan out. Because at this point I am at a total loss for words. He then pulls out only to slam into me again this time he yelled. ‘COME FOR ME BABY!!!!” And I did at the exact same time Ricco did.

It all started with two paper Christmas angels and the Company’s Christmas tree… These were Siel Camden’s only hope for her three-year-old twins to have a happy holiday. But when all her dreams fall apart because of a dreadful boss and an abusive ex-husband, someone else finds those paper angels and makes her children’s wishes come true. But is she ready to find out Vincent Reigel’s real reasons for fulfilling her kids’ Christmas wishes?

On our anniversary, I caught my boyfriend cheating. Fueled by heartbreak and revenge, I surrendered my body to the most stunning host at the club for one reckless, unforgettable night.
I thought I’d never see him again. But when my ex tried to ruin my family, that "host" reappeared—as the city's top surgeon. He saved my father, but demanded a price: me.
I signed a contract to become his secret lover, thinking he was my savior. When the real woman returned, I tried to flee, but he cornered me against the wall, his hot breath against my ear.
"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his hand sliding dangerously low. "I haven't had enough of you yet."