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The day the butler of Sterling family came to claim me, the folks back in my dusty hometown lined the streets with tears in their eyes, waving goodbye like I was headed somewhere better.
The moment I stepped into that mansion, armed guards pinned me down in the first-floor medical suite, demanding I donate bone marrow to their precious adopted daughter, Celeste.
I responded by ripping out Celeste's dialysis machine.
My biological parents, Richard and Eleanor, went ballistic. They locked me in the attic storage room to "reflect on my behavior."
That night, while the house slept, I crept down to the basement and twisted open the main gas line valve.
I was halfway through rigging a candle delay fuse when the thermal imaging system caught me. Armed security tackled me before I could finish the job.
They'd had enough. They blindfolded me, tossed me onto a private jet like garbage, and flew me overnight to the most notorious hellhole in America—Deadwater, Texas.
The car had barely stopped in front of the bullet-riddled town sign when Richard leaned in with a cold warning:
"Listen to me. These people don't show mercy. An ungrateful brat like you? Three days, tops, before they pick your bones clean."
Eleanor stood beside him, dripping with fake concern:
"Willa, just agree to donate your marrow to Celeste, and you'll still be a Sterling. Stay here in this godforsaken wasteland, and you're dead."
I spat blood at her shoes. Eleanor's mask shattered. She ripped off my hood and shoved me hard into the dust.
I pushed myself up slightly, staring coldly at the yellow sand beneath my hands, and shook my head.
I squinted up at the familiar landscape—the rusted water tower, the butcher shop with skinned hogs hanging in the window, the faint smell of gunpowder in the air.
Funny. Nobody ever told me that the place I'd spent twenty years calling home was what rich people called "Deadwater."
Well. Since I'm here anyway.
Nobody's leaving this town alive today.

We were ambushed by rogue wolves and chased all the way to the cliff's edge.
Caleb—my mate, Alpha of Ravenrock Pack—was covered in blood, barely strong enough to carry one person across the chasm.
Forced by the alliance marriage between our packs, he ultimately chose me.
Laura was left behind. The feral rogues tore her apart, piece by piece. They didn't even leave a body.
Three days later, Caleb acted as if nothing had happened and completed our mating ceremony on schedule.
After the wedding, he stripped me of every dignity of my position as Luna. He treated me like a prisoner, a punching bag for his rage, making me pay for Laura's brutal death.
When I learned that my entire pack had been slaughtered, I was locked in a freezing dungeon, wanting nothing more than release.
I used the last of my strength to rip apart our mate bond. But Caleb, driven completely mad, tore me to pieces with his own hands.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the rogue attack.
This time, I chose to step back and give the one he truly loved a chance to survive.

One month until the SAT.
Staring at my phone screen—at the pulsing number on "Oracle," the mandatory score prediction app that Elite Prep forced every student to install—I couldn't help but think it was all a joke.
In my previous life, every time I finished a practice test, this garbage system would automatically dock twenty points from my predicted score.
But skip class for a day? The number would mysteriously jump up twenty points.
Back then, I actually believed in this bullshit algorithm. I completely gave up for an entire month, watching that predicted score skyrocket all the way to 1550.
But when I finally logged into College Board to check my real results, I'd scored a pathetic 400.
And that brilliant 1550? It appeared on my stepsister Dahlia's score report instead.
Disgusted that I'd embarrassed the Wright family, my father Harold froze my credit card without a second thought and threw me out of the family estate, clearing the path for Dahlia to claim Grandpa's ten-million-dollar trust fund all for herself.
That night, homeless on the streets, I was cornered by some thugs in a filthy Brooklyn alley and beaten to death.
Lying in a pool of my own blood, fading fast, I heard Dahlia's voice.
"Your GPA's been crushing mine since we were kids. I thought you, the so-called 'Straight-A student,' were supposed to be so smart."
She stood over me, mocking. "Turns out you got played by a prediction app. Pathetic."
That's when it finally clicked. My Oracle prediction system had been completely rigged from the source code—by Dahlia.
I shot up in bed, gasping, my shirt soaked through with sweat. I'd actually gone back in time—one month before the test.
Right now, the Oracle widget glowed eerily on my phone's home screen, displaying a single number: 1350.

I'm Ophelia, a design student about to graduate.
I've been pulling all-nighters at my aunt Millicent's adult store, frantically working on my graduation project.
Aunt Millicent's shop sells all sorts of bizarre stuff - from massage chairs to aromatherapy products, the works. The demo area is constantly busy with customers wanting to try out the newest items.
Seeing me looking like a complete zombie from exhaustion, my aunt handed me a bottle of sleep aromatherapy and a matching eye mask, swearing they'd have me out like a light till morning.
Well, that sleep did more than knock me out cold - it landed me in the biggest mess of my life! A mortifyingly embarrassing situation was about to hit me out of nowhere!

Aston Whitmore thought I loved him. Truth is, his mother bought a year of my life for a million dollars.
He thought those 3 AM study sessions were about redemption and romance across class lines. He didn't know I was never watching his pretty face—I was watching the countdown to my mother's kidney transplant payment.
I froze this trust fund prince's credit cards, cut his internet, and nailed him to that desk until his eyes went bloodshot cramming calculus.
When he turned into a guard dog in front of the whole cafeteria, publicly staking his claim on me, all I was calculating was the date that final payment would clear.
Today, he burst through the mansion door clutching his Yale acceptance letter, ready to give me some grand confession.
I was already thirty thousand feet up on a flight to Zurich, staring at that million-dollar deposit notification, face blank as I pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it in the trash.
No note. No goodbye.
Just one notarized Service Completion Certificate sitting on that empty desk. Terms fulfilled. Transaction closed.

When I accepted the Global War Photography Award at the ceremony, a reality TV crew crashed through the velvet ropes, their cameras flashing like strobes at a crime scene.
"Ms. Evelyn Vance!"
The host shoved a microphone in my face. "After twenty years of silence, are you still holding a grudge against your father? Just because he saved the neighbor's orphaned child first and left you in that burning building?"
I looked up, past the blinding lights, toward the figure at the edge of the crowd. Robert Bennett.
He pushed through and stepped forward, his calloused hands trembling as they closed around my cold fingers.
"Nora, Kayla's parents didn't make it out. Under those circumstances, I had to get that newly orphaned child to safety first."
His eyes pleaded with me. "You're my daughter. You understand, don't you?"
I stared at those hands imprisoning mine, then pulled my lips into a cold smile and wrenched free.
"You've got the wrong person," my voice was ice. "There's no Nora here. My name is Evelyn Vance."

Lunar Depletion Syndrome. Seven days.
That was my death countdown. And my Alpha mate Kael was still threatening me, demanding I use the last of my life force to save my sister.
On our third anniversary, he had given me a surgical consent form and dissolution papers as gifts.
How laughable.
Three years ago he had said my eyes sparkled like stars. Three years later he wanted me to close them forever.
They all said I had finally matured, learned the spirit of sacrifice expected of an older sister. The joke was, I hadn't been moved by love.
I was just tired.
Why struggle when death was inevitable?
Rather than dying alone in the wilderness, it was better to die on the operating table and become the perfect sacrifice in their story.

My family was born from the abyss, with ancient siren blood in our veins. Our nature demands that every so often, we must feed on a human heart.
So when Caius, playing the perfect lover, slid that spiked martini across the table, I didn't refuse.
The wedding ring he'd slipped off ten minutes ago still sat warm in his suit pocket. As he leaned closer, expensive pregnancy oil—the kind his wife slathered on—mixed with the sour reek of betrayal.
I played along, letting myself collapse against the table as he eagerly pulled out his phone:
"Got her. Delivery to the island tonight. Line up someone hot for me—those stretch marks on my wife are turning my stomach."
He thought he'd made the perfect play, bagged a prize to trade for whatever he wanted.
What he didn't know: we creatures from the deep crave one thing above all—hearts steeped in filthy lies taste sweetest.

"Fuck a whale like that? Dude, I'd need a goddamn forklift to dig through the rolls and find the hole. You could pay me a thousand bucks and I still wouldn't touch it. This isn't a date—this is a fear factor challenge."
Three months ago, those words boomed through the speakers at the frat party, filling every corner of the house.
That night, I was the joke. The fattest pig in their twisted little hunting game.
Three months later, I'm at the podium running for student body president. My waist dropped from 38 inches to 24, and this custom suit fits like a weapon.
Down below, the same people who laughed are staring up at me now. And that asshole who needed the forklift? He's face-down in the dirt like a kicked dog, waiting for me to end him.
My name is Leona. This isn't some crying fat girl's diary anymore. This is how I crushed every bastard who ever stepped on me—and clawed my way to the crown with blood and sweat.

I had just pulled the teddy bear cookies from the oven when my daughter Dora ran into the kitchen.
"Dora, sweetheart! Mommy's special cookies are ready!"
But the moment she saw the cookies, her face went white as a sheet. She screamed "Get away! Get away!" and bolted from the room.
I was completely stunned. Just then, Herbert walked through the door.
"Try one and tell me what's wrong," I said, pointing at the cookies.
Herbert was about to comfort me, but when he learned I'd made these cookies for Dora, his expression turned absolutely bizarre. "You really made these? If you did, I want a divorce. Immediately!"
"What?"
My mother-in-law Athena heard the commotion and came to console me, but the moment she heard these were cookies I'd made for my daughter, she slapped the entire tray out of my hands. "What kind of mother are you?!"
Cookie crumbs scattered across the floor. I stood there in shock, completely bewildered by what was happening.

No one knew I was an addict.
Not to alcohol, not to drugs, but to the rawest, dirtiest kind of union.
To keep up the facade of this respectable job, to stop myself from turning into some desperate, heat-crazed stray begging for a man’s touch on the street, I had to swallow those little blue pills every day.
Until that damn blizzard trapped me with thirty hockey players reeking of sweat and testosterone, and my pills—gone.

"Stop—Daniel, the fk are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get fked!"
In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm."
Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's rk-hard ck in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my py.
Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my ct, like it was about to shove straight inside.

He wants her only for her body until he fell for her soul.

Ashlyn Ambrosia, the daughter of Khalid Ambrosia is a weak hybrid vampire that doesn't act like one. Unable to draw blood from a living soul and unable to kill. She's been mocked for this by her own family too. Her world comes crashing down when she's taken away by her Clutch most hated adversary.....

Lucifer Saunron is a ruthless lycan male alpha of the Nightwing pack known for his bravery, skills in war and an unquenchable taste for women. In the long feud between the lycans and the vampires and the battle that ensued, to his greatest displeasure he's fated to the daughter of the Vampire king.
He takes her in as his mistress opposing what the moon goddess proposes.....

With a life that is filled with secrets and mysteries that Ashlyn would discover, would she be able to withstand his hell as he battles with his inner demon despite his cruelty?

Selena follows a scent to the cemetery where Kian stands lost in his grief. He couldn't take it to meet his second chance mate and forced her out of his kingdom.

That night she shifted alone on the run with his alpha command over her, she lost everything.

It turns out Selena has a white gifted wolf, and when she tries to find a way to survive on her own, she rescues other people, they become close as a family and start her own pack on the side of the kingdom.

she ends up in the king's prison, mistaken for being a rogue who is fighting against the kingdom.
Kian gets to learn on the way who she is and what a mistake he has done, but winning her over isn't easy.

Selena's pack is hidden from the world because of gifted witches who can shield it. Kian finds her and the pack they end up in a situation with rogues and Selena is about to die. Kian has to save her by marking her and claiming his mate.

Selena refuses to give in to the mate bond, she ends up being kidnapped by her colleague from work that has masked being a vampire and working together with the rogues.

When he tries to take her mate bond away and mark her as his she gets her last gift unlocked and ends up killing them.

kian finds Selena and brings her back to his castle he is about to die and could take her with him to death if she tries to claim him and he doesn't survive. She regrets her decision to not give into the mate bond earlier and despite the warnings claims him as hers and by doing so she saves him from dying.

Carys MacQuoid is done being an undercover agent. After years of living in shadows, she’s ready to walk away from a career that has cost her peace, trust, and pieces of her soul. But before she can resign, her handler throws one final assignment on her desk—an infiltration mission into one of the most untouchable crime dynasties in Europe: the Valachi family.

The Valachi brothers are as dangerous as they are different. Ivon, the calculating CEO who hides blood on his hands beneath tailored suits. Leon, the ruthless enforcer whose scarred face mirrors the violence he delivers without mercy. Bound by blood and divided by secrets, they rule over an empire of power, corruption, and silence.

The deeper Carys slips into their lives, the harder it becomes to see where her mission ends and her own desires begin. Ivon is cunning, Leon is magnetic, and both stir emotions she swore was buried.

When betrayal strikes from within and enemies close in, Carys must choose between the justice she was trained to serve and the forbidden love that could destroy her—or save her.

Kira Dunne is a werewolf who can't shift. Trapped in human form by a generational curse, she's watched her mother die from the same affliction—when a Tidecaller can't transform, their wolf spirit consumes them from within. She has sixty days until the lunar eclipse, when the curse will either break or kill her.
Then Declan Silvermaw arrives as a Council Enforcer investigating murders staged to look like Tidecaller curse work. When he touches her, the mate bond snaps into place—and her wolf stirs for the first time in seventeen years.
But Declan's investigation targets her family. The Tidecallers violated treaty law forty years ago, attempting a forbidden ritual that drowned sixty-three wolves and cursed the survivors. Now someone's weaponizing that curse, and all evidence points to Kira's uncle, the hidden Alpha who raised her.
Kira must prove her family's innocence and break the curse before the eclipse—while hiding what she is from the mate destined to destroy everything she loves.
Sixty days until the eclipse. Sixty days to prove her innocence. Sixty days before the curse kills her—or she becomes the weapon that destroys them both.

Dr. Maya Cross, a 31-year-old medical examiner haunted by memory gaps from a Boston lab accident, has returned to her hometown only to find death following her. Seventeen bodies have crossed her autopsy table, all dying impossibly with crystallized blood, and now the same transformation creeps through her own veins. Kane Rivers arrives like salvation incarnate, a brilliant pharmaceutical researcher offering experimental treatments and the promise of survival. Their connection ignites instantly, two brilliant minds racing against time as the rare Blood Moon eclipse approaches in three weeks. But Kane's credentials don't check out, his knowledge runs too deep, and his treatments work too perfectly. As Maya's body betrays her and her heart opens to love, she must uncover whether Kane is her savior or the architect of her destruction. In Ravenshollow, where eighteen-year cycles of death coincide with celestial events, trust is the deadliest gamble and love might be the final experiment.

Seventeen-year-old Zoe Vance has exactly three things: a secondhand leather jacket, a mouth that moves faster than her brain, and a dead mother whose name keeps opening doors it shouldn't.
When Zoe is dragged out of her Velthorn City group home and handed a scholarship to Ravenpeak Academy — the most exclusive school in the state, and secretly, the most dangerous — she knows something is wrong. Scholarship kids don't go to Ravenpeak. Humans don't go to Ravenpeak.
And yet here she is.
She doesn't know she's walking into the middle of a war.
Five packs. One crumbling treaty. And four Alpha heirs who each have their own reason to want her close — or want her gone. There's Callum Dray, the cold-blooded heir of the most powerful pack in the city, who looks at her like she's a problem he hasn't solved yet. Soren Vael, the disgraced second son who fights like he has nothing to lose. Idris Farouk, Ravenpeak's most decorated student and the most dangerous liar in any room. And Rafferty Cole, the one everyone calls a ghost — the dropout heir who shouldn't even be on campus, and who finds her on her very first night in a way that changes everything.
Zoe has no wolf. No pack. No power.
That's what she tells herself.
But something in her blood responds to the academy's moon chamber in a way that shouldn't be possible. Something old. Something the packs have been hunting for two generations.
And someone at Ravenpeak already knows what she is.
They're just waiting for the right moment to use her.
Born Without Fangs is a fast-paced, emotionally brutal reverse harem romance with a heroine who refuses to be a pawn — even when the board is stacked against her.

Sophomore year housing glitch throws them back into the same cramped dorm room they barely survived freshman year and the unspoken tension that almost broke them.
Theo Kane is the golden overachiever star architecture major, design club president, always three steps ahead, glasses sharp and walls sharper. He treats emotions like distractions that could tank his future.
Jaz Reed is the campus chaos incarnate tattooed night-shift barista at the 24-hour bakery, sarcastic mouth, flour-dusted arms, lives for the moment because planning feels like a cage. He acts like nothing touches him especially not Theo.
They were roommates once. Late-night sketches, shoulders brushing, almost-kisses swallowed back because fear won. Theo ghosted after break; Jaz pretended it didn't gut him.
Now forced together again, the old spark detonates—meaner, hungrier. Theo's ice-cold "this isn't happening" cracks under Jaz's relentless filthy teasing. Jaz, who never chases, turns possessive as fuck the second Theo lets him close: 3 a.m. texts begging for attention, showing up at design critiques growling "mine," hands everywhere like he'll vanish if he lets go.
But Theo's landed a killer Chicago summer internship that could launch his career—and rip him away for good. Jaz's life is rooted here: family bakery, siblings who need him, no escape plan. As stolen hookups in the bakery back room turn raw and desperate, they face the truth: keep pretending it's just sex and graduate safe, or risk blowing up their futures for the one person who makes control feel like bullshit and chaos feel like home.

"Let me mark you as mine." He says rubbing his fangs on my neck.
“I want everyone to see and smell that you are mine and that if someone dares to get close to you, he will suffer in unimaginable ways.”
I decided that my future is at his side so there is nothing that prevents me from letting him mark me as his and the truth is what I want the most.
“Do it,” I say barely in a whisper.

After our lands were attacked by a group of vampires, taking us by surprise and leaving everything in ruins. My father as Alpha of our community, asked for help from the Loone Moon community and their Alpha.

Dalton Black.

At only 18 years old I met my life partner, the other part of my being, the one who would protect me forever.

My mate.

A/N: Just a simple easy to read sweet story, no bully, no hurt, and you will also find a vampire Rowan will appear in the latter plot who is obsessed with Blair, but Blair and Dalton never doubt their love for each other.

He is a boastful, conceited, rough, abusive, unromantic, arrogant boxer.
And she is pure calm, pure tenderness, organized, respectful, intelligent, hardworking, with very high aspirations, but with the perfect character to put anyone in their place.
Their lives collide unexpectedly, and everything spirals out of control. What are you waiting for to find out what will happen between these two?

"You belong to no one?" Leonardo’s voice was a low groan as he pinned her against the wall. "In this house, Nia Wallace, you belong to me. Until I say otherwise... you are mine."

Nia Wallace’s world shattered in a single night. After finding her boyfriend in the arms of another man, she is snatched from the streets by The Cimmera, the city’s most lethal criminal empire.

Her captor is Leonardo DeSanto, the organization’s ruthless Enforcer. Bound by a blood-oath to avenge his murdered fiancée, he sees Nia as nothing more than leverage to lure a killer out of the shadows.
But as Nia defies his iron rule, the ice around Leonardo’s heart begins to crack.

With a two-week deadline from the Don and a traitorous rival closing in, Nia is running out of time. If her ex doesn’t surface, her life is the forfeit.

One is a captive fighting for freedom; the other is a predator who has forgotten how to love. What are the chances that love blooms when two worlds completely forbidden from each other collide?

Isabella Torrino has never questioned the gilded cage her father built around her—until Marco Santangelo becomes her shadow. As her new bodyguard, he should be just another face in her father's army of killers. Instead, his touch ignites fires she never knew existed, his dark eyes promising salvation from a life of beautiful emptiness. But in the Torrino empire, love is the deadliest luxury, and trust can be fatal. When Isabella discovers that Marco destroyed her mother with the very locket she treasures—the last piece of Elena's love—their world explodes into fragments she can never reassemble. Three years after his exile, Marco returns bearing impossible truths: the mother Isabella mourned is alive, the father she adores is a monster, and the love she destroyed might be the only thing that can save them all. In Sicily's ancient shadows, they must choose between the comfortable lies that shaped them and a truth that could set them free—if it doesn't kill them first.

Helena, returns to her beautiful hometown after a long time away. Looking for a fresh start, especially after a bad breakup, she returns with hopes of peace and renewal.
Fate brings her and Aaron together, on a day when he was badly wounded. Although scared of him at first, she takes him in and cares for his wounds. She later finds out that underneath that tough exterior, is a man with a lot of intrigue and compassion.
She finds peace, trust and love with him. Aaron slowly breaks down her defenses, drawing her in with his charm. Helena finally believes her life would have meaning. Until, it all shatters. Her life changes drastically. Aaron, even though it was forbidden, had developed strong feelings for this human and wasn't willing to let her go. He was protective, obsessed, and was going to do whatever it took to keep her safe. Helena was giving in to his charm, and there was no stopping her.
Caleb, Helena's ex returns to the picture, setting her heart on fire. She must decide who she wants and what she wants.
Helena's town is shadowed by dark spirits, mystery and secrets. She was hidden from all this as a child, and now it would be back to torment her. Bound by their intertwined faith, they must battle not only for their love but also for the picturesque town they call home. As secrets surface and allegiances falter, they navigate through the shadows to uncover their destined path. Theirs is a love that's forbidden, but impossible to extinguish.
Will Helena leave her past behind and focus of self-renewal? Can Aaron bend the rules to be with his love? And will they be sucked in to the dark mystery that is their town's past?

Lily's world is upended when two strangers arrive at her family's door seeking answers about a missing friend. Before she knows it, Lily finds herself a virtual prisoner in the lavish estate of Don Bianchi, the ruthless leader of the most dangerous mafia family in the city. Forced to take the place of the Don's recently deceased daughter to protect her own family from retaliation, Lily must shed her old identity and adopt the etiquette and duties of mafia royalty.

Just when she earns a precarious acceptance, Lily faces new threats from the Don's cunning son Luca, who torments her with unwanted advances for his own cruel amusement. As Lily desperately continues her lessons to cement her place in the family, sinister accusations arise against her loyalty. Determined to escape this gilded cage and protect her family at all costs, Lily gambles everything to gather evidence against her tormentors. But Luca always lurks in the shadows, playing a twisted game only he knows the rules to.

Will Lily expose the Bianchis’ dark secrets? Or will the heir to the underground empire shatter this delicate flower plucked from her safe little garden? Fate hangs in the balance as Lily fights to reclaim the power she didn't choose to surrender—before the cunning viper ensnares her or she poisons him first.

Helena, returns to her beautiful hometown after a long time away. She wanted a fresh start in her old town, where she spent most of her childhood. She stayed at her parent's farmhouse, which was perfect as she was looking to move on from a bad breakup. She settles in quietly and is optimistic.

She meets Aaron, a werewolf while taking a walk in the woods one morning. He was in his wolf form, and badly wounded. He begged her to help him as he was lost, and couldn't go to the hospital. She agrees out of kindness and takes him to her home. There, she tends to his wounds and helps him recover.

He confided in her with his past and present. He told her all the stories from his childhood. He was awfully weird, but fascinating. She was surprised by his transformation stories. The emotional turmoil he went through while trying to figure out who he really was and why he didn't really fit in. She wished she was there to shield him while he struggled. She felt a connection with him. Something she had never felt with anyone before now, not even her ex, Caleb.

Caleb had left Helena broken and destroyed, but he realised his mistakes and tried getting her back. Helena is torn between her feelings for Caleb, and the peace she feels with Aaron. There is a constant battle in her heart. Her guard was also up against Aaron, since she wasn't sure who to trust.

Slowly, Aaron broke down her defenses with his caring and attentive attitude. He too had developed strong feelings for this human and wasn't willing to let her go. He was protective, obsessed, and was going to do whatever it took to keep her safe. Helena was giving in to his charm, and there was no stopping her.

There was something Aaron didn't tell her Helena though, he was the next in line for position of pack leader in his realm, and soon, his people would come searching for him. He hid this secret from her, until it was a tad too late.

There was something not so perfect about Helena's little town, and it was the presence of dark mysterious forces that also haunted her. The history of the town was never brought up during her childhood, and now, it was fighting back. With apprehension, she and Aaron uncover her family's darkest secrets, and figure out a way to set her free.

The town is shadowed by dark spirits, mystery and secrets. Bound by their intertwined faith, they must battle not only for their love but also for the picturesque town they call home. As secrets surface and allegiances falter, they navigate through the shadows to uncover their destined path. Theirs is a love that's forbidden, but impossible to extinguish.