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I'm the youngest lead surgeon in our hospital's cardiothoracic department. My fiancé, Adrian Wexford, runs the whole department.

His first love, Bella Hartley, is a mediocre surgeon, but she wants to take over the surgery that should be mine before her promotion review.

In my last life, I fought for it. I told them she didn't have the skill to handle it alone, that it was gambling with a patient's life. I threatened to quit and saved the patient.

But Bella couldn't handle the gossip going around the department. She got depressed and jumped off the hospital roof.

Adrian never said a word about it. He kept treating me the same, picked out wedding rings with me, smiled and told me we'd go on our honeymoon right after the wedding.

I thought he'd let it go.

Then on our wedding day, one glass of wine in, I woke up in a freezing basement, strapped down to an operating table.

He held a scalpel and cut into me, inch by inch, his eyes bloodshot.

"If you hadn't fought so hard for that surgery, Bella wouldn't have jumped. You owe her. Pay with your life."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the afternoon he first suggested giving Bella the surgery.

This time, I didn't argue. I just smiled. "Sure. Let Bella take the lead on this one."

They have no idea that next Tuesday, the Chief of Surgery is bringing the board and a visiting specialist to observe, unannounced.

We'll see how they explain this one.

News broke that a classmate had fallen from a building. The forensic assessment said it was homicide. Someone claimed they’d seen the killer: a young girl in a red coat.
The police came to our home. My stepsister shoved me forward. Mom said, “My daughter owns a red coat and she wasn’t at home yesterday.”

I bled to death on a cold hospital bed, my unborn child gone, all because I took a shift for my coworker.
Heaven granted me a second chance. I opened my eyes, sitting safely at my office desk. Before I could shake off the nightmare, Vanessa clicked her heels toward me.
"Claire, can you cover for me at the investor party tonight? It’s my anniversary with my boyfriend."
In my past life, I agreed, only to be locked in a private room by monsters and tortured to death. This time, I looked her in the eye. "No."
Vanessa was stunned. Because of my refusal, she missed the crucial meeting and was mercilessly fired by the director.
I thought I had escaped hell and saved her life too. But when I got home to my loving husband, I realized the true nightmare had just begun...

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...

"Moon Goddess," I prayed. "Please—save my baby. Save us both. I'll do anything."
The knife plunged into my chest. Pain exploded—white-hot, consuming. Blood poured over my skin.
The bond with Kael flared—bright and desperate—reaching for him one last time. But he didn’t come. He was with Clarissa, believing her lies, unaware of the child we created.
The second stab tore into my stomach.
“No,” I gasped. “The baby—please. Not my baby—”
They didn’t stop.
The blade fell again and again, until I felt nothing at all. Until the world faded to gray.
As my blood soaked the snow, my final thought was a curse:
Moon Goddess—if you care for me at all, give me one more chance. I’ll make them pay.
Aria Winters, an abused omega, learns her fated mate is Alpha Kael, bound to Luna Clarissa in a loveless political marriage. One forbidden night leaves Aria pregnant with the Alpha’s true heir.
When Clarissa learns the truth, she sends three assassins to kill Aria and her unborn child. Aria dies alone in the snow.
But the Moon Goddess offers a second chance. Time rewinds—Aria returns with her memories intact, and her wolf fully awakened.
In the love triangle, no longer a broken omega, she rises with power, purpose, and vengeance in her veins.
Rebirth to Be His Luna—not for love, but for vengeance.

I saved Theron’s life, and in return, he lined up his eight grandsons before me. Whoever I chose would be the next Alpha of the Frostvale Pack. My wolf instantly recognized Rhysand—my fated mate. I chose him without hesitation.
On our wedding night, the moment I touched him, he broke out in hives and gasped for air. The doctor said he was allergic to me. Overnight, I became the city's laughingstock. For three years, I walked on eggshells, terrified to even step near my own husband.
Until he was dosed with a lethal aphrodisiac. If not cured within two hours, he would die. I threw caution to the wind and climbed into his bed. Through an entire night of skin-to-skin contact, there were no hives, no suffocation. His "allergy" had miraculously vanished.
But at dawn, his ex-girlfriend Linnea walked in. Rhysand looked at me like I was garbage. "If Linnea hadn't saved me last night, I'd be dead."
Two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. But before I could even share the news, a raging fire buried that unspoken hope—along with my unborn child—in the ashes forever.
I finally understood. He was never allergic to me.
He just never loved me.

After ten years of marriage, my fated mate, Alpha Harvey, had slept with nearly every female worker in the Silver Claw Packhouse.
When I was seven months pregnant, his newly kept mistress, Yvonne Robson, offended the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack at a celebration banquet. Badly.
"Jasmine, you, kneel and apologize on her behalf."
The entire banquet hall fell silent.
I blinked at him, sure I had misheard. "Excuse me?"
"She's young," he said impatiently, as if this were a minor inconvenience. "She made a mistake. You're the Luna. You need to fix it."
I placed a hand over my swollen belly, my wolf snarling inside me. "I'm pregnant, Harvey. How can I kneel? What if it hurts the pup—"
He cut me off harshly. 'It's just kneeling. You've never acted so delicate before.'
He dragged me forcefully to Alpha Kenneth.
Then, before I could react, Alpha Harvey shoved me down, forcing my head toward the ground.
Pain shot through my knees as they hit the floor.
And then—a sharp, wet sensation beneath me.
M

My five-year-old son called another woman "Mommy," and that was the moment my world ended.

Betrayed by my Alpha husband Dominic and stripped of everything I had built, I stood on a cliff's edge and made my choice — until something massive caught me mid-fall.

My savior was Ryker Sterling: a billionaire Alpha with storm-gray eyes, a thin scar above his right brow, and words that hinted at an old connection I couldn't remember. He offered what Dominic never did — a chance to prove my worth at Sterling Financial.

But as I step into Ryker's world, dangerous secrets about my mother's imprisonment begin to surface. And Dominic, humiliated and obsessed, isn't finished with me yet.

Some debts run deeper than memory. Some wars are just beginning.

In my past life, I died on that operating table, watching my husband personally hand my kidney to another woman.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn—back at our engagement party.
He looked at me tenderly and said, "Marry me."
Without showing any emotion, I played the sex tape of him and my sister on the wedding screen.
I said, "I refuse."

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He died once. No one remembers.

Except Elena.

Years ago, a boy named Samuel drowned. The town mourned and moved on. But when he suddenly reappears—alive and unchanged—Elena is the only one who knows the truth: he shouldn’t be here.

Because she remembers his death. And she remembers the quiet, cold presence of someone else there that day. Someone who let it happen.

Now, time is breaking. Echoes of another life bleed into hers—a life where she is the one who died. And a desperate stranger from that other world is hunting her, not to harm her, but to save her from a fate that’s already written.

To survive, Elena must unravel the only question that matters: Who changed Samuel’s past? And why are they coming for her future?

Some stories begin when time forgets to end.

I had one plan for the summer after my college classes ended. I needed a job since I recently lost mine and my apartment. I can’t stay with my brother forever. I need my space back, and I am sure he needs his, too.

But all that is about to change when my brother’s best friend Paxton comes to stay for the summer, and my plans go out of the window.

To the rest of the world, Paxton is a millionaire rockstar who is a bad boy who screws around and is always getting himself into trouble he shouldn’t be. To me, he is the guy who was always around until he left and forgot about me. My first crush. My first love when I was a teenager, even though I knew he would never be mine. Back then, he was a good guy with a huge heart and someone who would do anything for anyone. He had become a shadow of himself.

What I didn’t expect was that one summer would change everything. I didn’t expect Paxton to see me in a different light. I tell myself I am over him and have been for a long time, but things change when we begin to spend more time together. I see the old him coming through, the real him, the one I fell in love with all those years, but none of it matters because nothing can ever happen, no matter how close we become. My brother would kill him. We would never work. I am just an ordinary nerdy girl who loves to lose herself in the world of fiction. And someone like me should never be with someone like Paxton. I would never fit into his new world. He would never be around in mine.

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!

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

“You want to get fuck without begging, without feeling guilty,” Dane growled. “Well that's the fucking wrong way to go about it.”

Is that what I was doing? No…can't be.

“Just look at you sucking my fingers deep into your hungry cunt. Such a little liar and a slut,” he mocked, grazing his teeth on my neck hard. I tremble, I didn't care for his mocking tone or his words, I was too far gone to care.

“Fuck! She's dripping,” Jax groans. Rubbing his palm over his mouth, his eyes fixed on where his brother's hand is buried deep inside me.

“Want a taste brother?” Dane asked, slowing down his thrusting fingers even more, his other hand yanked my sweater up in one smooth move and that fast I was completely naked.


An outrageous dare sent Gianna straight into the hands of the gorgeous twins Jax and Dane. After a night of passionate love and debauchery, Gianna finds herself a captive of the two strangers.

What's worse is that her mind says no, but one touch is all it takes and her body melts for them. They are everything her body and soul seems to crave but to accept that it's to become a slave of her own desire, something she swore she'll never be.

When the lines between hate and love begins to blur, will Gianna fight for her freedom or choose to stay? And more importantly what did the twins want with her?”

Native American girl born second in her family so she thought. She comes to find that she is stronger than them all. Her father is out to take her down and her brother is beta in reality and is good with that. The youngest is wondering where he fits in. They all learn the truth as they move forward in their journey. She has to beat her father to the answers before he can stop her destiny. She will become the the hero that everyone wanted and needed. She will learn secrets that were kept from her and bring her people together in more ways then she thought possible. Come and follow her on the journey of a life time.

Damien is the demon lord. The most feared creature in Ava land and no one dares cross him.

That's why meeting Alexa angered him to his core.

Alexa is an angel who was everything he despised. Bold, strong and beautiful.

An unexpected encounter makes this two opposites heart flutter each time they meet and make them both in need of a dire savior to set them free from the bondage of love which held them bound.


When they got outside, Alexa couldn't contain her anger anymore"Are you insane?!Why would you give Faren your ring?!"

"I had to protect you, Alexa! Did you hear what he said back there? He's just trying to use you to get to me"Damien held her hands shakingly"Please, don't marry him"

"So what? What if he's using me? Why would you give your 'Ring of authority' to him?! Don't you know how important this is?!"Alexa shouted raising up the ring.

"And I don't care. I would give up a whole lot more for you!"

Alexa looked away from Damien as tears formed in her eyes.

When she looked back at him, Damien was alarmed to see her in tears.

"W-Why are you crying?"Damien asked shakingly as he brushed her cheeks "Sh*t, I've done it again. I always find a way to make you cry, I'm sorry"

"Why do you keep making this difficult for me, Damien?"Alexa asked in tears"You wanted me to say the word? I love you too. I want to be with you so badly too"

Damien's eyes widened in shock. He didn't even realize that he was crying too.

I fumbled with the lock, my pulse hammering. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't want this.
"Alaric," I breathed, but his name barely made it past my lips before his hands were on me—hot, demanding, unstoppable.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured against my throat, his fingers sliding beneath my dress. "Tell me you don't want this."
I opened my mouth—to argue, to push him away—but all that came out was a soft, shuddering gasp as he found the one place that betrayed me.
His dark chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "That's what I thought."
Betrayed and humiliated at the altar.
Isla never planned to ruin herself in the arms of another man. But heartbreak led her straight into the grasp of Alaric Voss—powerful, ruthless, and twice her age.
One night. No names. No future.
Or so she thought.
Because when the sun rose, Isla came face-to-face with her new boss—the same man who had just claimed her in every sinful way possible.
Now, resisting him is impossible. He's everywhere—watching, teasing, owning her with every smirk, every touch. She swore it was a mistake. He swears it's just the beginning.
And the more she fights him, the more she realizes the truth:
She was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. And Alaric Voss doesn't let what's his slip away.

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.

A slave, that’s what he called me, what they all called me, his property to do with whatever he wished, and by definition he was right. He owned me.

It began with my ancestors something along the lines of my great great great grandfather owing the stupid warlock a favour and not having the means of paying the conventional way. So, he did what anyone would I suppose, he sold his daughter to him, signed a contract that would give my master full control over her and all her children, then her children’s children and so on. Until me.

When I decided to run away, I met another Alpha who claimed me as Mate.

“Who did that to you?!” He growled deeply, causing me to jump and step back. Alpha scowled menacingly, his eyes skimming over my body in anger, stopping at my neck and wrists.

Why was he so angry?

I looked down at my body, at the old scars and new bruises that lined my petite form, the welts still present on my wrists from the silver chains. This is what happens when Balthazar takes a liking to you, he hurts you, torments you.

“I’m a slave.”

“A slave?” Blue eyes gasped in horror, some of the wolves around us whining.

Hazel Montgomery is your average witch. She keeps to her rank within the demizen community, but pushes it’s limits with her on again off again relationship with a werewolf. And let’s not forget her connection to the dream realm where no one’s secrets are safe.

But the line becomes blurred when she catches the eye of Gabriel, a vampire with the name of angel. Suddenly, the boring life of a witch is filled with vampire drama and dark deeds. Forced into a blood oath, she doesn’t truly know how entangled she is until it’s too late. So deeply entangled that not even time will be able to separate them.

Can Hazel handle being torn between who she thought she was, who she wants to be and who she’s becoming.

💍 Fake vows. Real sparks. One impossible deal…

When Fallon Prescott returns home for what’s supposed to be a routine family dinner, she’s met with a double blow: her father’s empire is crumbling, and the only way to save it is through a marriage she never asked for — to Reid Callahan, the one man she vowed to never see again.

Reid — arrogant, gorgeous, and heir to the powerful Callahan fortune — isn’t exactly thrilled either. But for the sake of business, legacy, and keeping their families happy, they both agree to the unthinkable: a two-year marriage contract. No feelings. No strings. No mess.

Just one problem…
Pretending to be the perfect couple isn’t as easy as they thought.

From tense charity galas to late-night encounters that feel far too real, Fallon finds herself drawn to the very man she swore to keep at arm’s length. Beneath Reid’s cool charm is a tenderness she never expected. And beneath her icy exterior, something’s starting to melt.

As sparks fly and the lines between fake and forever blur, Fallon has to ask herself: Is she falling for the man she promised not to love?

Perfect for fans of enemies-to-lovers, arranged marriage, and slow-burn tension that catches fire, The Arrangement is a sharp, sexy romance about love, loyalty, and the lies we tell ourselves to stay safe.

My husband, Julian, tells me he's flying to Italy for a month, business trip.
I check the calendar and freeze. His birthday falls right in the middle of that month. Alone, in a country where he knows no one outside of work.
I tell Margaux, my mother-in-law. She doesn't hesitate.
"Then we go," she says. "We surprise him."
My brother Dante is the only family I have left. For years I've told the Whitfields he just runs some business in Italy. They don't know the rest, and they never will if I can help it.
The second we land, I call him, give him the hotel name.
"Got it," he says, distracted. "I've got things to handle first. I'll come see you after."
Margaux and I check out the hotel restaurant before Julian even knows we've landed. Dinner, and a look at how the family's investment is running.
Food's good. Service is fine. Then the bill comes.
I glance down at the bill.
Dinner for two: 180,000.
Market-price seafood surcharge: 45,000.
Imported wine corking fee: 20,000.
Private dining ambiance fee: 60,000.
A dozen more line items after that, none of them making any sense.
Numbers that don't make sense. Charges I don't recognize. Margaux and I trade a look.
"Get us the manager," I say. "Now."
A woman walks over, chin already tilted up.
"I am the manager," she says. "If you can't pay, what's the point of complaining?"
I almost laugh. What kind of place is my own family running here?
"I'll take this up with the owner myself," I say.
She smiles, slow and pleased. "My husband happens to own this restaurant."
My stomach drops.
This restaurant belongs to the Whitfields. Belongs to Julian.
Since when did my husband become someone else's?

My five-year-old daughter is being bullied at school, and the one behind it is the son of someone who claims to be the Luna. That means one thing: my Alpha mate has cheated on me. I am the daughter of the wealthiest Alpha, and after my mate bonded with me, he inherited my father’s Alpha title. Little did I know, I had been hiding my true identity as an Omega for years, only to end up in this tragic situation. Now, I’ve decided to stand up for my daughter and take revenge on that scumbag! It’s time to show these wolves who the real Luna is!

This is a reverse-harem, coming-of-age story about a girl who discovers her true power when she escapes heartbreak and moves far away from everything she knew in the bustling city of LA, to the wild redwoods of Northern California.

A modern twist on “Little Red Riding Hood,” Rosalynd Reid will need to choose who to love and trust--her hunky werewolf, the reclusive artist billionaire/secret leprechaun, or the wise professor/Coven Leader sent to guide her in the ways of magic.

She will find some parts of magic are beautiful, and others dark. She will learn to love the trees from the local werewolf pack as their future luna, and the ways of earth magic and sexual energy from the witches. Her leprechaun lover will teach her about all the hidden riches in the community and will open her eyes to the exciting lifestyle of a country billionaire.

In the end, after many trials, adventures, and flirtations, she will discover her power and find true happiness with the men of her dreams.

Trying to hide herself from the banquet she didn't ask to attend, Amara escapes to the balcony only to find a terribly handsome man smoking there. She ends up spending a passionate night with him. His touches leave her craving for more, but despite trying everything she can't find him. Well...that's until she is married to his younger brother.
After being denied of the affection and attention she should receive as his wife she finally caves into her brother-in-law's touches. As sinful as it is, she doesn't want to get out of it, not even when her husband wants her back!!

"I won't agree to it!" Amara said trying to keep her voice firm, even when her insides were squirming.
"Oh you will, when I make you bend over the sink and fuck you like the desperate slut you are!!" He whispered in her ear, his fingers already making the way to her drenching core.

My wife and my best friend had been sleeping together behind my back for a long time. Once the apocalypse hit, they completely dropped the act. While I was still stressing over how we would survive, they threw me straight into a zombie horde—just to buy themselves a few seconds to escape.
Given a second chance at life, I chose to report the impending zombie outbreak to the government, securing my place as a top-tier protected asset for the nation.
But what I didn't expect was... my wife and best friend were reborn too.

I accidentally entered an S-rank horror dungeon, but thought it was some immersive dating show.

Facing the bloodthirsty Ghost King BOSS:

Others: Begging for mercy.

Me (blushing): Those pecs, that battle-damaged look—where did they find such a gorgeous contestant? I'm obsessed!

When he tried to strangle me, I touched his hand. "You're so cold, let me warm you up~"

Ghost King: ???

Facing the psycho doctor with a chainsaw:

Others: Screaming and running.

Me (swooning): Doctor, those beautiful fingers are meant for piano, not chainsaws. Be sweet and put that down!

Doctor: ...

Facing the flesh-eating demon:

Me: Raw meat isn't healthy! Here, have some chocolate instead!

Seven days later, the dungeon collapsed.

Me, waving goodbye through tears. "Even though it was acting, you became my family!"

I’m a werewolf.

Three months ago, I got involved in a back-alley “not my problem”—a man held a knife to a woman clutching her child. I rushed him and tore his throat out with my teeth.

Now the police are hunting me. My pack can’t protect me. The only option left is to slip out of the country.

The fixer at the meet hands me a bottle of “calming meds,” says it’ll get me through the checkpoints.

I smell the drugs anyway. I drink it.

When I wake up, my hands are tied behind my back inside a sealed metal cargo truck. Someone beside me is crying. Someone else is shaking.

That’s when I realize I’ve been sold into a trafficking ring. They slap a number tag on me, lock me in a steel cage, and wait for dawn to ship us out.

A guard cracks my face with a rifle stock—sure I’m just another desperate man trying to disappear.

He has no idea a cage can’t hold a werewolf.

Especially not tonight—under a full moon.

I was cursed, trapped in a "Trial of Sincerity"—I could only regain my freedom if she spoke the words "I love you" from the bottom of her heart.
For five years, I’ve taken bullets for her, gone to prison for her, and stood on the brink of death four times. She would only call me "my best friend" or say "I need you," but she never uttered those three words.
Four times, she abandoned me as I lay dying, rushing instead to the side of another man.
The fifth time, with a bullet in my abdomen and my insides exposed, I lay on the operating table. She finally wept, screaming "I love you"—once, twice... twelve times in total.
Too bad. After waking up from that fourth brush with death, I had already signed a Do-Not-Resuscitate (DNR) order.
This time, my heart has stopped beating. Not because of my wounds, but because I’ve made my choice: I won't let her save me.

When my family went bankrupt, my fiancé teamed up with my best friend and sold me to an underground club to pay off their debts.
To secure an investment, that scumbag handed me over to the most powerful kingmaker on Wall Street.
But the moment the call connected, I froze.
The big shot my cheating ex was groveling to was actually my first love—the man I dumped five years ago because he was poor.
Looking at the smug jerk who still had no idea who he was dealing with, I let out a cold laugh.
A deadly revenge game had just begun.

After being poisoned by her foster sister for years—fed weight-gain hormones disguised as vitamins—Chloe Harrison lost 90 pounds and clawed her way back from rock bottom.
Her cruel foster sister Mia even tricked her into a humiliating one-night stand with what she called "a fat, balding stranger." But that night was anything but shameful—it was unforgettable.
Now Mia has one final insult: marry the "pathetic cripple" Mia publicly rejected—a bankrupt, wheelchair-bound recluse named Julian Astor.
However, everything changes when Chloe walks into that conference room. Julian isn’t a broken old man—he’s six-foot-three of raw power in a Tom Ford suit, a devastatingly possessive billionaire CEO who makes her forget how to breathe.
All of a sudden, her contract marriage turns into something dangerously real. Julian doesn’t just want her on paper—he wants to worship every curve, trace every scar, and take her every single night.
Why does his touch feel so hauntingly familiar? And why does he look at her like he’s been searching for her since that rainy night?
A ruthless billionaire couldn’t possibly be obsessed with the woman he was never supposed to keep… could he?

Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk. "Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple. Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue whilst saying her last prayer inwardly. She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible. But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her. ------------------------------------- Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand. She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes. At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for. Alessandro, an Alpha werewolf assuming the identity of a mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needs a saviour before he drowns. After a traumatic childhood event that left him scarred, Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess. However, she was taken. The powerful urge to save her from her...

Five years ago, Leo, the overlord of the abyss who ruled the seven seas, went into hiding and worked as a cook in a dilapidated tavern to save his savior.
When his benefactor was captured by the empire and was about to be executed, the arrogant governor forced him to crawl between his legs in order to see him.
He did as instructed, but was then tricked.
That night, a bone conch shell resounded throughout the seven seas, thousands of ghost warships besieged the city, and the kings of the underworld knelt in unison.
The former "scale-scraping chef" broke through the palace gates, cut through his shackles with a single stroke, and embraced the beauty: "I'll take you home for grilled fish, it's on me."

Would it be a fair revenge or cheap stunt to sleep with my Ex's best friend?
.....
"Go easy there..." He stands way too close to me. I glance at him but don't object.
"Why do you care? It might serve you some purpose." I say while sipping my drink. He takes a hint and wraps his arm around my waist.
"Good point! But I don't like sloppy girls in my bed."

That one mistake and Natalie’s life became hell. Now she wants to spend her last year in school quietly with her head down. The past year bought so much drama and pain in her life, she wants to stay invisible and forget everything. Things get stirred up when his hot new neighbor joins her at school.

Jacob doesn't like to explain his lack of interest in girls (or boys) to others. Girls hitting on him now and then doesn't help his case either. He knows he is different, but not sure exactly how. Life is about figuring yourself out and it's called a Spectrum for a reason, after all. When his friends were crushing over girls at barely 12-13 years old, He thought his time would come probably a year or later. Just when he lost all his hopes, he finally meets his first crush ever at the sweet age of 17.
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Steamy Romance - No Abuse - HEA - 18+

Some scars you wear on your skin. Others you hide in your heart.

Tessa Morgan never imagined her life would become a cage of hushed apologies and hidden bruises. Once an aspiring artist, now she survives each day under the cruel control of Marcus Reynolds—a man whose love turned to ownership.

But when fate throws her into the path of Ryder Bishop, Vice President of the Hellfire MC, she glimpses a chance at freedom she'd thought lost forever.

With danger closing in and desire growing stronger, Tessa must decide: stay in the chains she knows, or trust the outlaw who could set her free.

But Marcus isn't letting go—and neither are his secrets. In a world where loyalty can kill and love can save, will she find the courage to choose her own path?

"Can I see the length of it's cock? How long does it last in bed?"

"Ma’am, it’s an AI-generated robot, personally designed to attend to human needs… meaning it can go as many rounds as you desire."

"Good. I’ll take it."

Jade Winters was tired of men who finished too fast, who never cared about her cravings, her kinks, her wildest fantasies. She wanted more...more stamina, more passion, more danger. So when she stumbled upon an advert for the country’s newest pleasure innovation..AI robots programmed to fulfill a woman’s every desire, she ordered one without a second thought.

Her model: Eros-7. Cold circuits. Perfectly sculpted. A machine built for sin.

At first, it was just sex...wild, limitless, unrestrained. She told him her darkest fantasies, and he obeyed without hesitation. He wasn’t supposed to feel, wasn’t supposed to crave her back. But soon Jade began to see something in his eyes… something too human. Something forbidden.

What she doesn’t know is the truth behind the fantasy:
These “robots” aren’t machines. They are humans, stolen at birth, their memories erased, their bodies programmed into flawless, obedient creations.

And when the President declares that all robots will be destroyed, Jade faces the nightmare of losing the only being who ever truly satisfied her… and the only man she’s ever loved.

But what happens when she finds him again, not as her robot, but as a human, with all the passion and danger that comes with free will?

Cold Circuits, Hot Passion is a rollercoaster of lust, obsession, and forbidden love in a world where pleasure is manufactured… and desire might just rewrite the code.

At twenty- two, Rain has been waiting for her mate to arrive although she was not in a hurry. For her, the right one will come at the right moment. And that moment arrived when she learned that her own Alpha was her destined mate.

That should have been the happiest moment for Rain if only fate didn't play hard on her. Alpha Killian has already had his chosen mate and she's pregnant with their child. Even if she was the right one and didn't wish to be rejected, she agreed to her mate's terms. But that didn't take long before another Alpha came into their life and meddled in their own business and the result was a devastating rejection.

Heartbroken and barely alive, Rain accepted the rejection and her life fell apart. Just when she was about to give up everything, the Alpha who was the reason she was rejected came and offered her a proposal.

She'll help him and he'll help her.

Rain accepted him and moved into his pack leaving her old mate's pack for good. Just when everything seemed to fall right for Rain, Alpha Killian appeared. He wanted to reclaim her but Rain's new Alpha won't let that happen.

With two Alpha fighting for Rain, who will he choose? The one that broke her apart or the one that fixed her?

And besides, there is danger lurking aside, waiting to snatch her at the right time...

A cheating husband. A burning curse. One forbidden night with a stranger who isn’t a stranger at all.
When Rose DeLuca’s world falls apart, the man who saves her turns out to be the Alpha she was destined for....and the billionaire who’s ready to claim everything, including her.

18+ WARNING: This novel contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, betrayal, and dark romance.

At thirty-five, I finally die— only to wake up as Isabella Montague, the stunning heroine of a fantasy novel I wrote as a stupid teen.

My plan? A world-class retirement involving heavy naps and bottomless snacks.

But the 'perfect' men I created are ruining the plan.

The brooding Northern Duke won't stop watching me. The Golden Prince is convinced my disinterest is actually a challenge. My knight—and best friend—is ready to burn the world down if I so much as yawn. And a certain Elven noble who swore off humans keeps finding excuses to be near my tea.

They want my heart. I just want my pillow.

Too bad the world is cursed, the Queen wants me dead, and everyone keeps trying to put me on a throne I never asked for.

Can't a girl just chill?

Lydia's POV

"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."

"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."

I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.

Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.

Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.

I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.

Footsteps echoed outside.

I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.

"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.

Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."

I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'

My wife was sleeping with her assistant.

I didn’t confront her. I was in the middle of a critical funding round and about to take over as CEO, and I couldn’t afford to act on emotion.

Then my PI told me the truth: the affair was only the beginning.

On her birthday night, she planned to drug me, send my secretary into my room, and frame me for cheating—maybe even saddle me with a fake child scandal.

If it worked, my CEO promotion would be dead, the funding would collapse, and my reputation would be finished.

She thought the setup was flawless.

Too bad she forgot one thing:

I’m not good at explaining myself. I’m good at letting people walk straight into the trap I built for them.

So that night, the man carried into the room wasn’t me.

It was her lover.

Five years ago, my fiancée and a chaebol heir broke my ribs and threw me into the sewer like trash.

Five years later, they implanted a neurotoxin bomb into the back of my sister's neck, forcing me on all fours to crawl between the security guards' legs into their engagement banquet at a Manhattan penthouse hotel.

My ex-fiancée poured champagne over my wounds, while the chaebol heir ground caviar into the muddy water with his leather shoes, forcing me to lick it clean like a dog.

The room full of Wall Street elites laughed at my humiliation, thinking I was still the same bottom-tier temp worker from back then.

They had no idea that through my micro-earpiece, a heavy armored division was already on standby under the cover of night.

When the confirmation came that the bomb had been defused, I slowly stood up straight.

Outside the window, engines roared. Ten heavy Black Hawk helicopters tore through the curtain of rain, their heavy machine guns instantly shattering the banquet hall's reinforced glass.

Looking down at the chaebol heir who was now slumped in the muddy water, I drew my sidearm: "The debt from five years ago—today, I'm collecting it with your family's lives."

Here is an adaptation crafted in the style of a bestselling contemporary Western psychological thriller or domestic drama hook, using fast-paced, high-tension American English:

For three years, I was the envy of Manhattan’s elite—the untouchable heiress with the flawless life.

My husband? The media constantly fawned over him, dubbing him "God’s gift to women" and the absolute epitome of a perfect gentleman.

Then came the video. The damn video that shattered it all.

Kneeling on the floor, wearing a thick leather collar like a pathetic stray, was the man I had loved deeply for years.

At the other end of the leash stood another woman, the stiletto of her red-soled Louboutin pressing ruthlessly into his cheek.

"Tell me, what are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Mistress Elena's dog," he whimpered. "I just want to get away from Sienna... I'm so sick of that suffocating bitch."

Every vow, every promise we ever made, instantly dissolved into a sick, twisted joke.

But instead of breaking down, I just smiled. And I hit save.

If he wanted to act like a dog so badly, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I was going to make sure he choked on that damn leash.