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When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

In my past life, I was betrayed by my fiancée and my tycoon boss, and thrown alive into a mutated swarm to be torn apart.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn fifteen days before the multidimensional catastrophe! Facing my vain ex-boyfriend who was still threatening to break off our engagement and buy me luxury bags, I sneered and decisively blocked him, instantly awakening a "Beast-Level Infrastructure System."

Hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? Too narrow-minded! I directly infiltrated the polar regions with my geeky best friends, tampered with central permissions, and seized my tycoon boss's invincible fortress—a multi-billion dollar investment with a nuclear reactor!

When the catastrophe erupted and gravity collapsed, my boss and ex-girlfriend, dragging their mangled bodies, knelt outside the ten-meter-thick tungsten steel door, frantically kowtowing, begging to be brought in as dogs. I, however, holding a Romanée-Conti, coldly pressed the gravity strangulation button.

The Abyss Era, the Old Gods are all dead. On this wasteland, only I sit high on my icy throne, establishing absolute laws.

Divorce + Winning Back the Ex + Clear-headed Heroine + Career Comeback
Amelia Carter had sacrificed her career for love, staying in a secret marriage for three years. Every day, she prepared lunch with her own hands for Eric Reeves—only to be repaid with trending headlines of him accompanying his "first love" to a prenatal checkup.
Her heart turned to ice.
Slamming the divorce papers in front of him, she said coolly, "Sign it. I'm setting you free."
Later, when he came begging with red-rimmed eyes, she merely smirked. "Mr. Reeves, the whole city knows you're... lacking. I still have my pride to maintain."

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.

She is feisty. She is crazy. She is versatile and that is one of the few reasons why Chloe Pepper is so damn good at her job. And she is back in town to mingle and dine with the NAG brothers until the famous billionaires are successfully jailed.
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Three men, famous for their wealth and beauty. Three brothers not from the same mother with a bond so strong no one has been able to cut through. They are the NAG brothers and they are about to receive an unknown storm in their household in the form of Chloe Pepper.
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Working undercover is one thing, surviving the fiery gazes and seducing gestures of the famous gorgeous billionaires is something else.
Will Chloe be able to expose the crimes of these brothers without being caught in her surprisingly fitting maid’s uniform? Or will she find herself falling for the charms of one of them or… two or… three of them, hence jeopardizing her mission?

When a ruthless heiress and a struggling actress wake up in each other’s bodies, their worlds turn upside down.
Olivia Smith, born into power and pride, suddenly finds herself trapped in a life of poverty and pain.
Emma Williams, quiet and selfless, opens her eyes to luxury, influence—and danger.
But as they fight to survive in lives that were never meant for them, secrets begin to unfold, hearts are stolen, and destiny starts to blur the line between who they were and who they’re meant to become.
Borrowed faces… stolen hearts.
A story of identity, redemption, and love found in the most unexpected mirrors.

By being a billionaire's kid, Ruby's last year in high school was not as smooth as it supposed to be. Her nude picture was wide spread across school after a mysterious death of a young girl. While Ruby was figuring out the truth behind everything, the gorgeous new teacher, Adonis Klaus had his eyes set on her.

Little did she know that she would not only get intimately entangled with Adonis but her whole world would be turned upside down in a way she could never imagine...

You might enjoy BABYSITTING THE BILLIONAIRE'S KID if you like this story

A FANTASY ROMANCE AND ADVENTURE!

“A man’s touch should never scare you.” His voice called for her attention and she gave it to him. “A man’s touch is something you are meant to enjoy. It will fulfill all your desires and protect you no matter what.”
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"If she dies, he dies. So will his wolf."

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High school was rough for Zaramanni who has features that are strange to other humans.

Just when she was about to forget about her past that almost killed her, just when she was ready to open a new chapter in her boring life, she is pulled into a new world.

When her soul is suddenly connected with the wolfless Alpha King of Zenrada, she becomes an open target for fairies and she finds her real identity as a half-fairy.

Her stay in that strange universe gets riddled with strange occurrences, an unexpected mate bond, attempts to take her life and never-ending supernatural drama.

But her stay in that universe may not be a terrible thing as she thought it would be.

Asides from having powers others can only dream about, she learns what it means to be loved and to be touched by a man in ways she could never imagine.

Her once boring life finally became fun and for once, living became bearable.

[Contains triggering and mature scenes]

NB:

THIS STORY IS SPLIT INTO FOUR PARTS

ONE: CROSSING PATHS

TWO: THE CROWN-BLOOD PACK

THREE: LOVE, LIES AND SECRETS

FOUR: MOUNT HERMOS

Grace is coming for a penthouse at the most luxurious hotel in Manhattan for a babysitting job. The moment when she gets out of the elevator, her whole life will change its track. Mr. Powers, her employer, the father of a five year old, has an air of prideful gloomy, hard to approach and deeply in sorrow, his piercing ocean blue eyes are haunting her ever since their first encounter.

Will Grace be able to focus on babysitting his five year old kid? Or will she get distracted and get intensely tangled with the irresistible Dominic Powers? ************* (Contains mature contents)

(A REWRITE OF TANGLED WITH THE MAFIA KING + BONUS CHAPTERS)

"I am married!" I spat into his face. "You can't just walk in here and spew nonsense just because I am carrying your baby."

His smirk returned, and I realised that I had made a mistake that day. That day, I thought I was getting into bed with a gentle soul.

But this man in front of me has the darkest of auras. It is the kind that makes it hard to look away or slam the door in his face.

So, when he took another step closer, I could barely move.

Then, he said, "I don't care if you are married. Now that I've seen you, coming with me is undebatable."



One reckless night in Venice with a dangerously attractive stranger was supposed to be Carrie’s final act of rebellion before an arranged marriage.

By morning, she left satisfied.

Two weeks later… she’s pregnant.

With her furious father forcing her into marriage and giving her one week to find the baby’s father, Carrie begins a desperate search for the mysterious Alessandro.

But the man she’s looking for isn’t just a charming Italian businessman.

He’s heir to a ruthless empire.

A man who rules with fear.

And he has his own reason for needing a wife— fast.

When their worlds collide again, it won’t just be about one night.

It will be about power.

Danger. Protection. And a love neither of them planned.

The night before move-in, Vivian Owens’ housing collapses and her best friends betray her.

Her only lifeline? Crashing with her brother and his roommate —
Elias “Carter” Carter, the tattooed star point guard every girl wants.

One accidental aphrodisiac cookie night turns her into his willing little sub as he commands her

“Don’t stop, My Little Bubbles.”

But Carter’s gang past , a situationship with her own reconciled ex-best friend Kelly , draft pressure, and his own demons rip them apart again and again. Two pregnancies. Two brutal runaways. A jealous rival doctor who becomes a monster. Readers will scream at Carter, cry for him, and beg for more.

Some love don’t just break hearts — they start wars on and off the court.

"Why did you interrupt my fun?" "Your..." She scoffed.

"Gabriel, why on earth would you decide to bring hookers into our home?" 　

　

"Why? Are you jealous that they are getting all my attention?" He moved even closer.

"You know what you have to do to get it." 　

　

"Get what? Your attention? Oh please. If there is any getting to be considered, it will be getting out of here." 　　

"How dare you?" He was glowering at her, his breath kept fanning her mercilessly.

"How dare you talk to me that way? In case you are forgetting something, your father is the one who gets to suffer if you try anything funny." 　　His huge, rough hand grabbed her by the hair and tugged so hard, she had to give a loud cry. 　　

"Gabriel..." she reached for his hand which kept tightening his hold. "Please... Stop." 　　

He glared at her, his offensive smell hitting her nose even more.

"I need you to understand that a wrong move from you means that it is all over for your father. You don't want to be the reason your father loses everything do you?"

Six years after she left him waiting at the altar, Charles Anthony Oxford finally met Isabella Shade. And six years proved to be a long time as Isabella was already married and Charles who had grown from millionaire to multi billionaire, well, he was in search for a wife for certain reasons.

On learning that his runaway bride's company was in financial crisis because of her good for nothing husband's gambling problems amongst other reasons, Charles saw an opportunity.

Two, actually.

Not only would he be getting a wife, he would be able to exact revenge on the woman who had left him heartbroken, in his own way.

All he had to do was remind her of the terrible thing she had done, torture her a bit with a sexual toss here and there, remind her of her present status and all she needed to do was agree to his terms and become his wife…

But with a woman like Isabella, it just wasn't going to be so easy…

[Mature scenes and mild triggering scenes inclusive]

It was supposed to be nothing more than a night of raw, filthy need.

She was wild, irresistible, and gone before morning. Exactly how Royce Denis liked it. Until she became the one woman he couldn’t erase from his mind.

Weeks later, she walks into his office, wrapped in a pencil skirt and a tight blouse that screams sin. But when Royce Denis, the cold and commanding billionaire CEO, confronts her, she stares at him like he’s lost his mind.

Because he has.

This isn’t the woman he shared the night with.

Elizabeth Wakefield is the quiet twin, sweet, brilliant, and desperate to keep the job she worked so hard to get. She has no idea that her dangerously seductive boss is confusing her with Jessica, her scandalous, impulsive sister.

Royce’s gaze lingers too long. His voice is a low, sharp blade of accusation. His kisses threaten to shatter the secrets she doesn’t even understand.

And when Jessica returns, hungry for more than just attention, Elizabeth is caught in a dangerous game of mistaken identity, ruthless seduction, and twisted obsession that could ruin them all.

She wasn’t supposed to fall for him.
He wasn’t supposed to crave her.

But in a world of lies and temptation, the wrong twin might be the only one who can make him lose control.