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Twenty years of being overlooked as a wife and dismissed as a mother.
My husband Steven prefers my best friend Liliana, and my son Terry and grandson Roy treat me like a maid.
I thought I could endure this life forever, but when Steven gave my dream trip to Liliana, I couldn't take it anymore.
I decided to leave and stop wanting their love.

"It's the night before you and Taylor's wedding, and you expect me to go to his bachelor party, break in - of course carefully - and make sure he doesn't have sex with a stripper?"
"Yes."
"You are crazy!"
Yes, Mary thought her best friend Amaya Peterson was really crazy, which actually showed that Amaya Peterson had no confidence in the man she was about to marry!
In fact, even Amaya Peterson didn't understand why she should marry a man who was going to cheat on her on the eve of the wedding? Why marry a man who didn't love her enough and couldn't even please her?
She had no choice but to push herself into a completely unknown fate!

"What makes you think you deserve to touch me?" I demanded. "Why don't you go to your mistress instead?"
"You're kind of... small. For a man of your stature."
The King froze. For three years, he'd treated me like nothing and tonight, he'd finally decided to claim what was his.
He didn't know I wasn't the girl he'd broken.
I went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen.
One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn't. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don't remember, and the King I'm bound to doesn't love me—he loathes me.
They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me.
Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty. I am not her. And if this King thinks I'll kneel, he's about to learn what a true Queen is made of.

Elena Moretti was supposed to marry the respectable brother, the one she was meant to love, not awaken the monster in the other.
Elena Moretti dreams of a happy ever after with her childhood best friend, Rafael Rossetti Romano, the one man she has loved all her life. Instead, she collides with Nikolai Rossetti Romano, the cold, ruthless mafia heir who looks at her like he wants to ruin every vow she has ever made.
One ride from the airport.
One forbidden spark.
And suddenly her fiancé’s brother is everywhere, too close, too protective, too hungry.
Nikolai is the man she should fear, yet he is the one who sets her skin on fire.
When Elena uncovers the deadly secrets buried inside the Rossetti empire, the line between danger and desire disappears because the only man willing to burn the world for her is the one she can never have. She belongs to his brother.
But her body aches for him.
And Nikolai never shares, even though their marriage was just on paper.


When I sit in my fiancé’s lap and kiss him softly, I expect warmth… not danger.
But then his brother, the mafia werewolf boss with a temper that shakes the room, growls my name. One word. One warning. One jealous roar that makes the entire room fall silent.
He storms out, but not before giving me a look that scorches my skin.
Minutes later, as I walk into the kitchen, a strong hand yanks me into a dark room.
His hand.
His fury.
His lips crash into mine, hard, bruising, hungry until I’m breathless, shaking, and needy
His mouth drags to my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he growls:
“I don’t forgive easily, firefly.
And when I’m jealous…
I burn worlds.”

"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?"
Once upon One Night Stand in Milan, Italy-
He snuck out in the morning before she woke up. And when she finally woke up, she couldn't remember who the stranger was she had a one night stand with.
Years later, they still couldn't get over each other. He turned into a womanizer to forget her and she remained single, because she couldn't get the One Night Stand out of her head.
They both break their heads to find each other. He is in search of the girl that stole his heart during a One Night Stand and she is for the guy that made her fall in love.
But as the saying goes: "What's meant to be, will find its way back."
Will it be that easy?

"She took everything from me," I whispered.
Benjamin nodded once. "But she doesn't know you're alive."
" I want revenge," I said, my voice cold. "She doesn't get to win. Not after this."
"I figured you would," Benjamin said.
"Why did you help me?" I asked him. "Why are you helping me?
"Just know that I'm your secret admirer."He said.


On the day of my wedding, I was stabbed, left to die... and forgotten. While I bled in my wedding dress, my fiancé married my sister.
And my adoptive family, the people who I thought loved me, never even looked for me. They all moved on, like I never existed. I thought my world had ended.
But I refused to stay a victim. Benjamin Grey, CEO of Grey Global found me, saved me, and helped me rise again.
When I thought I would get my revenge, I found out that my biological mother who had been missing for fifteen years was alive, and held captive by my adoptive parents.
The more I try to find peace, the more trouble comes in. And I wished I had died that day. Maybe death would've been easier than living with everything I now know. Maybe I won't have to face all these traumas.
But life had other plans.

I was raised underground, hiding from the monsters who slaughtered my pack. The Blue Moon crest is the only thing I see every night before I close my eyes. Revenge is my only purpose on earth.

And then, I find him. Alpha Lucian of the Blue Moon Pack. The man who rejected me the moment he thought I was human. My mate. My enemy.

But fate twists crueller when I start my revenge. His Enforcer, Darius, carries the other half of my soul and the darker side of my bloodline. He knows how I am, but worse, he knows what I want.
In Blue Moon Park, nothing is as it seems. And if I don't kill the Alpha first, my forbidden second mate will kill me.

“You can’t do this,” he said, voice cracking. “I have a scholarship. I have a team. If anyone finds out—”
“I’m not here to blow up your life,” I said, holding his stare so he understood I could if I wanted to. “I’m here because the guy on that couch wasn’t pretending. He was real for three minutes.” I didn’t blink. “I want that guy. And I’m not going anywhere until I get him.”

Ethan Drake is the golden boy of college hockey team—the disciplined captain, scholarship star, and future NHL prospect whose smile never slips. Behind the flawless image, though, Ethan is drowning in a secret that could cost him everything: he is gay. The only proof is a drunken kiss last summer with a boy whose face he can’t remember—until the new transfer rookie walks into the locker room with a small, unmistakable scar on his lower lip.

Ares Cole is everything Ethan trained himself to ignore: tattooed, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically out. He was outed in high school, lost his scholarship, and transferred twice before landing here. Now he’s sharing Ethan’s bedroom for the season, and he’s carrying a blurry phone video from that night—one that shows Ethan’s team bag in the background.

Ares has spent a year searching for the boy who kissed him like he meant it. He’s not leaving until Ethan admits the truth.

Trapped between the life he built and the one he wants, Ethan is forced to choose. When Ares announces he’ll quit the team unless Ethan stops hiding, everything explodes in a raw, public confrontation in front of the entire arena. Ethan’s secret spills out—not on his terms, but on the ice where it matters most.

Six months after watching her fiancé die in a devastating car crash, Calla West finds herself walking down the aisle toward the wrong man entirely. Adrian Thorne possesses his twin brother’s face but none of Alaric’s warmth—he’s calculating, controlling, and dangerously obsessed with claiming everything he believes should have been his from birth. What begins as a marriage she entered to honor her lost love’s memory rapidly transforms into a suffocating psychological prison built on lies, manipulation, and deadly family secrets that span generations.
Trapped in a union she cannot escape and haunted by a love she cannot forget, Calla must navigate a deadly survival game. The stakes are her freedom, sanity, and the shocking truth about what happened that night.
Some secrets are worth killing for. Others are worth dying to protect.

This is my boss....
Who the hell is this? Why is she so dirty, my gosh when was the last time you showered? I can't stand this, take her away, I can't marry her. He shoved her away, she smells worse than a skunk
Excuse you, yes, you are excused
She scoffed, I can't believe this is what am dealing with, a self-centered over pompous selfish brat
Who are you calling a brat, do you know who I am and what I can do to you
I know who you are, you are one of those arrogant prick who thinks the world revolve around them
Oh my gosh, this is so entertaining, where have you been all my life, Tobias burst out laughing breaking us from our piercing gaze we were giving each other. I think I rendered him speechless...

Catastrophe brought them together.

Leandro's from his unfaithful fiancee. The woman whom he thought was different from all the women who have come and gone in his life has no difference at all. Worst than all of them.

And Lorianne is from the tragedy. Her excited vacation turned into a nightmare when the cruise ship she was boarded waved goodbye from the surface of the ocean.

Alex Rivera has always been the quiet, dependable one—the best friend who stays in the shadows while everyone else shines. For years, he’s hidden his love for his best friend, Ethan Carter, watching him date one woman after another, smiling and wishing him well while his own heart breaks in silence.

When Alex’s family arranges a marriage with Sophia Martinez, a kind and intelligent woman, Alex decides it’s time to let go of his impossible dreams. But on the night before the wedding, Ethan shows up at his door, his eyes filled with anguish. “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling Alex into his arms. “But I love you.”

Now, Alex is torn between the life he’s accepted and the love he’s always wanted. As secrets unravel and emotions run high, Alex must decide whether to follow his heart or honor the expectations of his family. In a world where love isn’t always enough, can Alex and Ethan find a way to be together, or will the weight of tradition tear them apart?

Three years ago, I signed the Silver Vow for her, sealing away my supreme Alpha bloodline. I swallowed my pride in a greasy auto shop, living as a pathetic loser anyone could step on.
Three years later, arm-in-arm with a New York billionaire, she threw the divorce papers in my face and called me the only stain on her perfect life.
In a dark, rain-swept alley, three elite Lycans carried out their orders to shatter my limbs and dump me into the Hudson River.
As I lay dying, the Silver Vow finally shattered. The moment my eyes snapped open, every supernatural creature in Manhattan dropped to their knees—because the First Alpha, the king who united the European underworld a thousand years ago, had returned.

I'm Riley. Orphan. Motorcycle mechanic. And the biggest fool in Texas.

For ten years, I thought oil tycoon Colt loved me. His adopted daughter by day, his woman by night. I actually believed his whispered promises in the dark.

Then I watched him announce his engagement to someone else.

"Your father saved my life. You're my responsibility," he said when I confronted him. Like I was some charity case. Like everything between us meant nothing.

I was never his girlfriend. I was his guilt.

But here's the thing—I never asked to be anyone's debt.

So I'm packing my tools, starting my bike, and getting the hell out of here.

Seventy-two hours before my wedding, I stood in front of the fitting mirror at a bridal shop.

My best friend sent me a social media post, and the red exclamation mark in the message box stung my eyes sharply.

The post’s title read: Guys, my boyfriend is getting married to his current partner. What should I do?

The comment section had already erupted into chaos.
“Dude, are you out of your mind? You’re the other woman here!”
“You’re the homewrecker and you dare post this to get roasted? Where’s your shame?”

The poster was firing back furiously, every word oozing unapologetic madness:
“We’ve been inseparable since we were kids! His first love, first kiss, first time—all mine!”
“He doesn’t even like that old hag; he’s only marrying her out of obligation!”
“Who’s the real mistress, anyway?”

I should have swiped past it like a silly joke, but my gaze was locked onto the poster’s profile picture.

It showed two hands laced together. Peeking out from the man’s wrist was a dark green watch dial—a Richard Mille Valentine’s Day limited edition. It was the seven-figure engagement gift I’d bought him by selling my mother’s last precious heirloom, the only one of its kind in the world.

My heart was squeezed tight by an icy hand, plummeting to the bottom in an instant.

I tapped into the account’s homepage. The second my finger swiped open the photo album, a dizzying, world-spinning sensation crashed over me.

In the photos, the man holding the girl closely was none other than Lu Yanchen—my fiancé, who was supposed to marry me in three days.

I stared at the screen. All the wedding hopes and love I’d saved up over three years shattered into nothing but dust at this moment.

I couldn’t believe it, yet I had to. The man who’d loved me for three years and sworn to protect me forever had been lying to me from start to finish.

Vida had always believed she was nothing more than an ordinary human girl—until fate dragged her into the brutal world of werewolves and bound her to Meredith Ramsey, the cold, untouchable Beta of the Gold Moon Pack. He was her destined mate, the other half of her soul… yet when she looked at him, she felt absolutely nothing.
What Vida never knew was that her inability to love him was never a choice—it was stolen from her.After sacrificing her life to save her best friend, Vida was resurrected by a mysterious force, but the miracle came at a devastating cost. Her memories were shattered, her emotions altered, and the sacred mate bond erased from her senses forever. She returned to life unable to recognize the man fate had chosen for her.

Zara King never planned to kiss anyone that night especially not Ezra Johnson, the cold, magnetic alpha every wolf is warned to avoid. One reckless dare, one accidental kiss, and suddenly her life is spinning out of control.

Ezra isn’t supposed to care.
Orion, her destined mate, isn’t supposed to doubt her.
And Zara isn’t supposed to feel anything for Ezra… but she does.

Now she’s trapped between the man fate chose for her and the man her heart reacts to without permission. Ezra’s presence unsettles her. Orion’s anger confuses her. And Zara’s own emotions become the most dangerous secret of all.

For twenty years, Belle Sloan believed she had the perfect life, a loving husband, a devoted son, and a powerful business empire. But one shocking revelation shatters everything. The son she raised isn't hers. Her husband and stepsister have secretly loved each other for years. And the family she sacrificed everything for was nothing more than a carefully crafted lie.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

My life was so dark that I couldn't see the future. Finally, someone took me away with the money.

He is a cold man, his life is full of secrets and riddles. In fact, it appeared as if it had been planned for me.

As time goes by, Will I be able to see that future?

The day the doctor gave me three months to live, my husband rushed out to comfort his childhood sweetheart. My son followed, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
She was my husband's childhood sweetheart.
While they were still scheming about how to cast me aside, I'd had enough.
I finally filed for divorce.
For whatever time I had left, I would live only for myself.

There had been a prophecy told
for generations. It was common knowledge among all supernatural beings, whether they were good or evil. This prophecy was also known among the gods, titans, and demigods.
A runt wolf would meet her beloved and start one of the worst wars the supernatural world would ever see. The runt wolf would need to do everything she could to defeat the titan, Atlas.
Will she be able to overcome the challenges and defeat Atlas?
Or will Atlas win and bring the gods to their knees, ruling over the world as he had desperately wanted to do for eons?

She planned to give her virginity to her boyfriend.
Instead, she gave it to his best friend.
In the darkness, one mistake changes everything.
Now bound by a secret they swore to bury, Veda and Winslow must pretend nothing happened…
But some nights refuse to be forgotten.
And some feelings? Impossible to ignore.

She has lived hundreds of lives and each one ended horribly.
He, once her companion, cannot forget her beyond time.
She, kidnapped into a world unknown to her, tries everything to get back home. But what are these dreams?

[…] Stones are thrown at dirty mutts… Rats are burned… […]

Immerse yourself in the world of Athaerion.

I kissed my ex-boyfriend's father. Now they're both obsessed.

For six years, Julian Hawthorne treated me like his dirty little secret—never good enough to claim, always convenient to use. Until I walked away and kissed the one man he can't compete with.

Victor Hawthorne. Billionaire CEO. Julian's adoptive father. Ice-cold control wrapped around something dangerously combustible.

It was supposed to be revenge. One forbidden kiss to prove I'd moved on.

But Victor hired me. Put me in Julian's face every single day. And now Julian wants me back—desperate, possessive, unraveling.

The twist? Victor acts like I don't exist in public. But behind closed doors, the way he looks at me could melt steel.

Julian's begging. Victor's silent. And I'm playing them both.

The problem? I'm starting to want the one I can't afford to lose.


⚠️ Forbidden romance. Adoptive father/son rivalry. She plays the game—until the game plays her.

In my last life, I shoved my wife Sarah out of the path of an oncoming car and ended up critically injured myself.
My mother-in-law, determined to get her hands on my savings, secretly switched my medication with cheap knockoffs and left me permanently infertile.
Then she showed up at my office and made a huge scene, pressuring me to quit my job and become a full-time househusband.
As for her and Sarah? They had the nerve to move in some so-called lover who could "carry on the family line," then used my hard-earned money to support him under my own roof.
When the apocalypse hit, they locked me in a room and fed me to that infected homewrecker.
Now that I've been given a second chance, I look at the three parasites standing in front of me—mocking me, acting self-righteous...
I feel no anger. Only amusement.
Fourteen days until the zombie outbreak, and they're still dreaming about how to bleed me dry.
This time, I'm taking back every cent they stole from me—with interest.
And when the end finally comes, I'll be sitting inside my impenetrable safe house, watching with ice in my veins as they turn on each other in despair.

In my last life, my boyfriend's childhood best friend handed out jars of homemade sunscreen on the boat ride to the island. I'm a marine bio major — one sniff and I knew the mix had something in it that could drive the island's feral hogs into a frenzy. I told everyone to throw them out.
They did. But Brynn didn't look at the group. She looked at me. Eyes red, jaw tight. "You just can't stand seeing people appreciate anything I do, can you?" She turned and ran into the woods alone.
We searched for her all night in a storm. By morning we found her body at the bottom of the cliffs.
A week later, at her memorial bonfire on the beach, every person who'd gotten hurt during the search turned on me. My boyfriend ripped off his bandage and showed his stitches. "If you hadn't humiliated Brynn in front of everyone, she'd still be alive."
Someone said I should burn for what I did to her.
Then hands on my back. The fire. I burned alive on the sand while seventeen people watched.
I opened my eyes. Salt air. Engine noise. I was back on the boat — the morning of the trip.

While I bled to death locked in a storage room, my fiancé Adrian was holding my sister's hand, comforting her.

He hung up on my final call for help, leaving only a voicemail: "If anything happens to Lena, the engagement is off."

My sister once said her birthday wish had always been for me to disappear.

That night, her wish came true early.

But my soul never left.

I watched everyone gather around her, singing happy birthday.

As she blew out the candles, I whispered in her ear:

"Enjoy it while it lasts. This will be your last birthday."

I ranked first and snagged the most prestigious job offer in the city. Yet, not a single person congratulated me.
Because for the past twenty years, every top student who received this offer from the medical school "committed suicide" that very night.
Reporters blocked the school gates, grinning as they asked if I planned to jump off a building or swallow a bullet. My roommate grabbed my collar, screaming curses, wishing me dead.
Too bad they all completely miscalculated. I come from a filthy rich family, I’m perfectly sane, and top psychologists have signed off that I have zero suicidal tendencies. I have no reason to die.
So, I looked straight into the live cameras and declared: "If my body is found tomorrow morning, it’s not suicide. It’s murder!"
After all, for that final exam, I turned in a blank paper.

The first birthday after we finally made up.

Shen Linze sent me a menu and told me to cook everything myself.

He invited all his close friends, plus the girl he was chasing, saying it was a birthday party for me.

On the long dining table were the stir-fried dishes I’d spent three hours rushing to make.

Shen Linze picked up a piece of sweet and sour spareribs and carefully held it to the girl’s mouth.

“Yaoyao, have a taste. I asked Su Qingyan to make them specially—they’re all your favorite dishes.”

The girl sitting in the main seat didn’t react at all.

Shen Linze put down his chopsticks and told the servants to wheel out a custom-made multi-layer cake.

“Do you like it? I designed this just for you. It has the place where we first met, your prettiest smile,
your favorite flowers, your favorite color purple, the wedding you’ve always wanted, and the initials of your name: ZY…”

Three months ago, I’d seen that exact cake design in Shen Linze’s office.

After he finished the design, he brought in several top pastry chefs from abroad and spent three months making it.

My birthday was coming soon, and I’d thought the “ZY” on the cake stood for the last characters of both our names.

I never knew it was just my own foolish wishful thinking.

I had a childhood arranged marriage with the Mu family. My unreliable dad just tossed me a New York address and told me to go inherit the company there.

They only broke the news to me after my plane touched down in New York: I could take over the family business only if I went through with the marriage.

I followed the address, only to be led winding through the streets by the men at the gate and taken to an abandoned construction site.

Along the way, the man guiding me feigned sympathy: “The Mu Group went bankrupt two years ago. They sold their house and company to pay off debts, yet still owe a fortune in loan sharks. Debt collectors hound him every day, and he always brings them here to talk. He works an office job by day and fights in underground boxing matches for cash by night—his life is nothing short of miserable.”

Hardly had he finished speaking when I heard the harsh clanging of steel pipes. A devastatingly handsome man was grappling with a dozen men, a steel pipe gripped in his hand.

His features were sharp, his jaw clenched tight. Blood trickled down his cheek from his temple, mixing with dust, carving out an air of broken ferocity about him.

Hell no—they’re picking on my future husband right in front of me?

The guide tried to say more, but I, a die-hard sucker for good looks, grabbed a steel bar beside me and charged straight in.

The brawlers froze for a split second at my sudden appearance, then plunged back into the fight.

Mu Qingye threw every punch with reckless brutality, and I, a multiple-time taekwondo champion, was no pushover either.

Once we’d chased the debt collectors off, I tossed the steel bar aside and watched Mu Qingye lean against the wall, gasping for breath.

His clothes were frayed and faded, and the bandage on his right leg was soaked through with blood, a glaring, vivid red.

He sat on the ground, lifted his eyelids to glance at me sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.

I stared at his outrageously handsome face, my heart racing wildly: “I’m Meng Shixia. Do you remember me? I—”

“I don’t know you.” He cut me off abruptly, staggered to his feet by leaning on the wall, and shot me another cold glance. “Stay out of my business.”

Olivia had lived in pain for most of her life. Because of her unusually large body, people spat at her wherever she went, tripped her in front of hallway lockers, humiliated her openly.
The only light in her life was the man she had secretly loved.
He was the golden boy of campus, never short of girls to dance with. They had a one-night stand—but later, at a fraternity gathering, he mocked her, laughing about how she smelled disgusting.
The past has a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.
Olivia Evans thought she had left her painful past behind. Once known as Emma Cooper, the fat girl constantly humiliated by her classmates, she buried those memories along with her old identity. Changing her name and transforming her life, Olivia became someone far from the girl who once carried qthe weight of ridicule. But when she walks into a clinic with her daughter and comes face-to-face with Noah Ezekiel Morgan, the man who once shattered her heart, everything she tried to forget comes rushing back.
Now, with her daughter’s life hanging in the balance and a high school reunion she never planned to attend, Olivia is forced to confront the man who hurt her deeply. Will she keep her true identity a secret, or will the emotions she’s kept buried for so long rise to the surface?
The weight of the past may be harder to carry than she ever imagined.

To marry me, my fiancé Sebastian Knight said he wanted his childhood friend Isabella to be our surrogate.

I agreed. Because I couldn't have children, and the Knight family desperately needed an heir.

After Isabella "successfully" got pregnant, Sebastian became a completely different person. He started making her nutritious meals, accompanying her to prenatal appointments, even memorizing every food she disliked.

Yet he couldn't even remember my birthday.

Two weeks before our wedding, I received an anonymous email.

The video on the screen made me understand everything in an instant—Sebastian and Isabella were in bed together.

So this was his "surrogacy plan."

I, his fiancée, was just the last fool to find out.

I canceled all the wedding arrangements, tore up the wedding dress, and threw away the ring.

On our original wedding day, Isabella gave birth to his son in the delivery room, while I was already sitting in first class on a flight abroad.

Sebastian, this time I'M the one leaving YOU.

On my daughter’s 100-day celebration, I found explicit messages between my husband and his secretary.
During our fight, he “accidentally” pushed me off the second floor, trapping me in a wheelchair forever.
He fired the secretary and cared for me personally, winning everyone’s praise and pity.
Only I knew he took secret late-night calls, his eyes full of disgust when he looked at me.
Until his mistress moved in, and my daughter screamed at me: “Just die.”
I smiled and pulled out a hidden voice recorder from my wheelchair.
Three years of silence, all for this moment.
James, your karma has come.

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.

Five years in hell, my beloved and best friend joined hands to push me into the abyss. The savior I trusted was actually a deadly fraud. Reborn from despair, Vito came through the light. I tore apart the scumbag and the evil woman, settled all debts, broke free from the shadow, stepped into the light, and lived the rest of my life only for myself.

I longed for family affection and true love all my life. I tried my best to get along with my stepbrother Karen, and wholeheartedly loved his friend Nolan. However, my sincerity was trampled into the mud. They conspired to hurt me, spread indecent content to ruin my life, and even broke the last relic left by my grandmother. I suffered countless humiliations and injuries, then chose to leave without saying goodbye. Years later, the two men were trapped in endless regret, but I had already walked out of the shadow of the past. Trust is gone, and so is my tenderness for them.

I've got a reputation on campus as a doormat with zero dignity. I bring Wyatt Langley food, do his homework, act as his emotional dumping ground. Been at it for a year.

His rich friends mock my cheap clothes and say I'm reaching way out of my league. He never stops them. Sometimes he even laughs along.

Finally, he announces in front of everyone that he's breaking up with me. His first love is coming back from Europe, so I need to get lost.

Everyone's waiting to see me cry.

I glance at the five million dollars that hit my account half an hour ago and say, with complete sincerity, "Okay. Congrats."

What nobody knows is that I put up with him, tolerated his rotten temper, for one simple reason. His mom pays way too well.

Now the money's here. Time to end this arrangement.

So why, the second I walk away, does he start tearing the city apart trying to find me?

I was Mara.I had suffered from a strange sickness my whole life. Every quiet night, an uncontrollable hunger surged through me — a ravenous urge to eat human flesh. I’d visited countless hospitals, yet every doctor said there was nothing physically wrong with me. They only handed me psychiatric pills, dismissing my agony as mere delusion.
Then by chance, I met Lucy, a mysterious witch. She stared straight into my eyes and said, “What an interesting body, what an interesting sickness.” She pressed a bottle of dark green potion into my hand. I hesitated, then took it and left.
When night fell again and my sickness flared up violently, raw pork no longer held back my maddening hunger. Without a second thought, I drank the potion.
For a week after that, I felt fine. But I soon saw Lucy again at her cottage. She told me the potion would never cure my sickness completely unless I fulfilled five brutal rules: eat the heart of a wicked man, the kidney of a sinner, the liver of someone I loved, the spleen of a criminal, and the stomach of an innocent soul.
I held back my hunger for an entire month…Until I finally gave in.The first heart I devoured belonged to my boyfriend.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

I obeyed without thinking, opening my thighs to him as he positioned himself between them.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"Yes,"

His hand drifted lower, over my stomach, until his fingers found my clit. He circled it slowly, deliberately, watching my face. "Do you like how I touch you here?"

I nodded, unable to form words.

"Use your words, Elena. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," I gasped. "I like it."

"Tell me what you want, Elena." His fingers continued their torturous exploration, dipping inside me then returning to circle my clit. "Be specific."

I swallowed hard. "I want... I want you inside me."

He shook his head slightly. "Not good enough. Tell me exactly what you want."

My face burned with embarrassment. "I want your cock inside me. Please."


In a world where humans rank at the bottom of a hierarchy dominated by vampires and werewolves, Elena once had it all: a loving family and a devoted werewolf boyfriend.
Then her world shattered. Her stepmother schemed to sell her to a vampire as a blood source, while her boyfriend betrayed her for her roommate, claiming Elena was "too ordinary" and "not wild enough" for him.
Drowning her sorrows in alcohol, Elena encounters a mysterious stranger and shares a passionate night with him.
What she doesn't realize is that her one-night stand is none other than the formidable Alpha leader of the Silver Moon werewolf clan—the most powerful werewolf in existence.

She was betrayed by those she trusted most. Now she's back for revenge.

Nevada thought she'd found her fated mate, only to discover it was all part of her sister Bernadette's cruel scheme. Rejected, humiliated, and cast out while pregnant, Nevada disappeared.

Five years later, she returns to New York as CEO of the Lewiston empire, ready to destroy those who betrayed her. But when Grey discovers their five-year-old daughter, everything changes.

Sable Hale ran from the one man fate chose for her.

In the Black Pine Pack, there is no bond stronger than the mate bond and no greater betrayal than rejecting your Alpha. But when Sable discovers the truth about the man destined to rule beside her, she chooses freedom over a crown she never wanted.

Five years later, she has built a life far from the pack and the Alpha who once set her soul on fire.

Until the past finds her again.

Kier Blane never stopped searching for the woman who ran from him. As Alpha of Black Pine, he has power, loyalty, and an entire pack at his command but none of it matters without the mate who shattered his heart.

When Sable is dragged back into pack territory to face trial for abandoning her people, the fragile peace between them explodes. Old wounds reopen. Dangerous secrets surface. And the bond they tried to destroy refuses to stay buried.

But someone in the pack has their own plans for the throne and for Kier.

With betrayal lurking in the shadows and the council threatening to tear them apart, Sable must decide what matters more: the freedom she fought for… or the Alpha she never truly stopped loving.

Because running from fate is one thing.

Surviving it is another.

"You are mine alone and no one else would have you" Jayden the school's well known bully and an unrepentant playboy shrieked at her and she frowned anger seething through her.

"Point of correction, I would never be yours so get that into your thick stupid skull".

"Get away from me for I have a have a boyfriend who awaits me" Rhoda yelled at him pushing him off and walking away from his sight.



Jayden was the school's head bully. Once you refused to sleep with him, he would bully you till you succumbed.

In Rhoda's case, she was strong headed and refused to be affected by his bullies.

She ignored him and bare whatever thing he does to her as long as he never saw her panties.

She was finally happy she when they entered their final class as would soon be freed from his bully but it looked like the moon goddess hated her and would never let her be happy "so she thought".

Rhoda's world crumbled the day she finally turned 18 and discovered that her boyfriend Luca who had been with her ever since she was 8 wasn't his mate, rather it was Jayden whom she dreaded.

Jayden was grateful as the strong headed girl would finally melt in his hands.

But was Luca who rejected his mate a year ago for his girlfriend ever going to allow Jayden have what was his?

Would Rhoda ever accept Jayden as her mate?

Would Jayden be letting her go just because they might refuse?

Read on to find out in this fantastic novel.

Alexa Rayes has spent her entire life just trying to survive. Working odd jobs, sacrificing her dreams, and falling for a man that ultimately breaks her.

After Alexa asks a stranger to kiss her and promises to give him anything he wants, she wakes up in his penthouse… stares at a marriage contract.

Silas Dmitrev, the most feared Mafia Don in New York and ruthless Alpha has been looking for his mate for years and just found her.

And he expects her to marry him.

Alexa is tossed into a world of riches, danger, and werewolves.

Only there's one problem:

Silas was supposed to marry Adeline Grace, a supermodel, powerful she-wolf, and the woman who has been training for years to become Luna, but she refuses to stand aside.

She swears that she would do whatever it takes to get Silas, even kill her rival. In the wolf world, there is only one Luna and Adeline will burn the world down before she allows a mere human to have her destiny.

But will Alexa let her? Or will she run?

I died on my birthday.

While kidnappers shattered my limbs and violated me to death, my family was throwing a grand party for my sister Chloe—yes, we shared the same birthday, but only hers was worth celebrating.

I called my father for help. He sneered and hung up: "Stop using this pathetic kidnapping stunt to ruin Chloe's birthday."

I called my fiancé Mark. He said with disgust: "If you're going to die, do it somewhere far away."

In the final second before the flames consumed me, I finally understood—

I was never loved in this family.

And now that I'm truly dead, now that they've discovered Chloe hired those men to kill me, now that the truth has been exposed to the world...

Will they regret it?

Or will they, as always, continue to favor Chloe and blame everything on me—the dead one?

I was kidnapped. My brother drugged me and sold me to the Serpent Pack.
The desire was getting stronger, and my heart was in despair. Suddenly, a man appeared and told me that I was safe. I didn't know who he is, but I wanted him so badly. He told me he is Owen and demanded I remember his name.
I hope my mate Blake could forgive me. I had no choice.
When I went to tell Blake about all this, I was shocked by what I saw. Blake was sleeping with his good friend Jeremy! OMG! My mate is gay!
While filming them to keep some evidence, Owen showed up...

Alexander's lips crash against hers, urgent and consuming, his hard dick pressing against her throbbing pussy, igniting a primal ache. His hands seize her breasts, fingers teasing, before his teeth graze her nipple, biting softly, sending shivers as her body arches, slick with need.
Olivia Harper wakes with no memories. Everyone tells her she's madly in love with her fiancé, but her dreams suggest otherwise. Until the ruthless CEO Alexander Blake confines her, his voice a husky purr. "Forgotten? Perfect."
Memories surged: he had pinned her in a car, her sobs were raw. Why did his possessive eyes burn with grievance?

In every story, the villain died. Jessica had always thought that was fair, until she woke up as one.
Neria Virethorn was a disposable villainess, written to suffer and disappear. After breaking her engagement to a duke, her father treated her like a ruined object, making pain the primary language of their home. But her father wasn’t the greatest threat.
Sebastian Blackmoor, the crown prince and the story’s primary villain, was a man who viewed mercy as a weakness. Neria’s only goal was to stay small enough to survive him.
She failed…
After stumbling into a sealed royal vault, Neria accidentally bonded with a dragon egg that belonged to him.
The bond was permanent. Sebastian didn't see fate; he saw theft. He began hunting her with the cold patience of an executioner. Realising running was futile, Neria chose to interfere with the plot itself. She revealed Alistair…the rightful heir, the story’s "hero," and the man destined to kill Sebastian.
It should have been her escape. Instead, it trapped her between two blood-soaked futures: one where Sebastian destroyed her for her "theft," and another where Alistair used her as his reason in his war for the throne.
Neria was never meant to matter. But with a dragon bound to her soul and the narrative fracturing around her, she realised the truth.
This villainess was no longer a side character; she was the mistake the entire plot had to answer for. If she was destined to be the villain, Neria would become the kind that ruined everything.
“Fine! I’ll be your villain in this story!”

His military medals from three hundred years ago are the last mark of his human identity; now hidden in a junkyard, he is forced to tear off the disguise of the progenitor of the night due to a forced marriage. With powerful figures pressing in, vampires besieging him, and the Holy See approaching, he, in his mortal body, protects the orphan of his benefactor and faces the destined battle.