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Presley Duval had a nickname for me all through high school. Two-Twenty.
Because at sixteen I weighed 220 pounds.
Thirteen years later she rented out a private beach in Cabo for our class reunion. One rule. Every woman had to show up in a bikini.
She made a point of sending me one.
By the time I got there her phone was already up on a tripod, live. 370,000 people watching.
"She's actually gonna show?" someone asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Presley smiled into the camera. "I had the hotel set aside an extra-large changing tent just for her. Wouldn't want her scaring the other guests when she takes her clothes off."
Everyone around her cracked up.
"I got her a gift, too."
She lifted a pink bag off her chair and pulled out a neon pink bikini. It took two people, one on each end, just to hold it stretched out.
"3XL. I called the company. That's the biggest they make. If it still snaps, that's not on me."
A row of phones went up.
"Don't laugh." She hung the bikini over the back of the chair. "Two-Twenty's had it rough. If I hadn't stayed on her about her weight back then, who knows if she'd even be able to walk through that door today."
"Oh, and I invited someone from Meridian." She lifted her chin. "So certain people can see what a real body looks like. Instead of copying models online and embarrassing themselves."
What she didn't know was that the big shot she kept name-dropping worked for me.
I walked down the boardwalk and stopped right in front of her.
"Where's the tent?"

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

After three years of secret marriage with a famous playboy F1 racer, Aria finally got pregnant. But she discovered that Liam was staying with his ex, who is also pregnant…
She was heartbroken, and left the city to raise the baby on her own.
6 years later, while back in town, Aria ran into Liam as her new boss.
Him: "I bought a mansion for our child. Stay."😳
Her: "Sorry, he has no father. "😒

When the apocalypse struck, my brother Leo didn't hesitate to choose the offshore sanctuary.
In our past life, faced with a choice between a powerful inland warlord commanding a massive army and a leader clinging to a solitary island, Leo snatched up the first option.
But when a zombie horde overran the mainland and defenses collapsed, he fled to my island for refuge.
Jealous of how well I was surviving the end of the world, he and our parents knocked me unconscious in the dead of night and threw me into the ocean to drown.
Now that I've been reborn, Leo immediately took our parents to the maritime base, leaving the "dangerous" mainland to me.
He thinks the ocean is a natural barrier that guarantees his safety, that he can sit back and relax while the world burns.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
Zombies aren't just static, mindless walking dead—they evolve.
And when they do, that offshore sanctuary will become a floating hell with no way out.

She came to seduce a monster. She didn't expect to fall for one.
Elena Heart is a liar, a spy, assassin and the last ghost of a murdered noble house. To break the curse of monsters plaguing her land, she accepts a deadly mission: infiltrate the court of King Xavier Drakes, the tyrant who rules with iron and shadow, and seduce him into ruin.
But the king is not the beast she imagined.
Xavier has spent a decade chained to a monster inside his own soul, forged by betrayal and a childhood spent in darkness. He sees Elena’s ruse from her first treacherous smile. Yet he doesn't kill her. He plays along. Because a woman brave enough to lie to a tyrant might be brave enough to help him burn the real conspiracy down.
As lies entangle into truth and hatred twists into obsession, Elena discovers the greatest danger isn't the monsters at the border, it's the man who knows her every secret and surrenders anyway.
In a game of power and poison, the last move is always love. Or murder.
They’re not sure which yet.

I was married to Vera for three years.

In those three years, every time we fought, I was the one who backed down first. She got used to being indulged, and she got used to using the silent treatment to make me fold.

Then a blizzard grounded my flight. I didn’t make it back for her birthday. She filed for divorce out of spite and left the country.

Three years ended without dignity.

A year after the divorce, Vera returned with a new jewelry brand and a high-profile comeback. Everyone assumed I was still waiting for her—she assumed it too.

At dinners, she hinted at reconciliation, using our old story to build hype for her brand. The circle started whispering that I’d end up back by her side.

I corrected it, again and again. She ignored every word.

What she didn’t know was that I already had someone new—and we were preparing to get engaged.

When she saw the engagement planning booklet, she convinced herself it was my signal to take her back.

I explained. She insisted.

Until the day of the engagement, when she stormed into the venue…

I was once the supreme ruler of the global underworld, stepping down from my throne just to cook hot meals for my daughter. Yet, my arrogant brother-in-law mistook my silence for weakness. He smashed my home, tried to hand my wife over to a Mafia Don for his own career, and even stole my Black-Gold Skull Coin as a tribute!
Fine. You want to play? I'll grant your wish.
With a single keystroke, I initiated the DEFCON-1 combat protocol. Instantly, one hundred thousand of the world’s most elite mercenaries went berserk, locking down the entirety of New York City!

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I hated him with every fibre of my being. I wanted to take a steak knife and carve his smug, handsome face off. But what I hated most — what made me want to scream into the pillows — was that my body still remembered him.
And God help me, I was so fucking angry that I wanted him to walk through that door right now, just so I could tear him apart with my bare hands.
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I ran from the monster who sold me to the highest bidder. I didn’t know I was running straight into the arms of another.
For eight months, I buried my past in the quiet suburbs, pretending to be an ordinary innocent, untouched woman. I believed I had escaped the blood-soaked empire I was born into. Then Kaelith Vespero, the ruthless Don of the Vespero Syndicate and my father's deadliest enemy, who saw me as a bargaining chip, dragged me back into the underworld.
I realized my freedom was just a borrowed illusion.
But wars don't always go according to plan.
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The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

To protect my fallen comrade's orphaned daughter, I sealed away my identity as the God of War and endured three years as the worthless, trampled live-in son-in-law of an overseas billionaire family.

Managers forced me to haul the heaviest cargo, while relatives mocked me as a freeloading dog.

My high-and-mighty fiancée despised me most of all. At the Global Tech Summit, she publicly threw an annulment agreement in my face, forcing me into a cheap waiter's uniform to serve drinks to her new billionaire lover.

Everyone waited for me to break down and beg, eagerly anticipating the ultimate joke.

But I simply picked up the pen with absolute calm, signed my name, and turned away.

They thought this was my absolute ruin, my final descent into the gutter. Little did they know, this annulment paper completely shattered the final shackle that forced me to show mercy to this world.

When the alarm blared, signaling that my comrade's daughter had been dragged onto an illegal laboratory table, I pressed the old military dog tag on my chest, untouched for three years.

"God of War Protocol, terminate hibernation."

In that instant, low-orbit armed satellites shifted their trajectories. A stealth fleet blockaded international waters. Trillions in offshore funds were unfrozen in a flash.

Those arrogant elites who believed they controlled everything had no idea. Now that the disguise of a worthless loser was cast aside, they were about to face the apocalyptic fury of the Supreme Commander of the Abyss.

Introduction: Monsters have invaded the world, and humanity is in grave danger. I transformed into a demon-sealing war god, guarding the abyss for twenty years. But I was met with betrayal after betrayal; my position as war god was revoked, and the people, believing rumors, sought to punish me. They smashed my wife's tombstone, turned my son into a monster , and drained my blood... Now the monsters have returned, kneeling and weeping, begging me to intervene . This time, I will not intervene!

My fiancé's "innocent" sister posted a photo wearing the sheer lingerie I bought for him, standing in the master bedroom of my new house. The caption read: "Finally have a place to take shelter. Thanks Lucas for the security." In the corner of her photo, my carefully chosen wedding portrait was thrown face-down on the hardwood floor.

I didn't scream or cry. I just quietly took a screenshot and dialed the number of my billionaire boss. "Mr. Allen, I'll take that overseas transfer." Since Lucas wanted to give another woman a home, I didn't want this wedding anymore.

The next day, I went to our new house. The passcode had been changed to her birthday. When I finally got in, she was sprawling on my leather sofa, demanding I leave because Lucas "owned half." I laughed, throwing the property deed right in her pale face. "Look closely at the name. You have ten minutes to pack your trash and get out, or I'm calling the cops for trespassing."

She ran away crying. I called a cleaning crew and threw out the bed, the sofa, and every single thing they had touched. Because you don't keep dead things, and in my heart, this eight-year relationship was already rotting in the grave. Will Lucas realize what he lost before it's too late?

The idea came from Cora.
She ran into the kitchen while I was making dinner, wrapped both arms around my waist, and looked up at me.
"Mommy, can we go to Grandma Ellen's? Just us two? Just us girls?"
"Why?" I asked.
She thought about it, very serious. "Because every time I wake up and you're not home, I miss you. Even when Daddy's there, it's different." A pause. "Grandma Ellen probably misses you just as much as I do."
Reid was leaning in the doorway. He smiled at me—that easy, certain smile—and said, "She's not wrong. You've been running on empty for months. Take the trip. I've got everything covered."
The flights were booked before I finished washing the dishes.
I should have noticed how fast that was.
The call I made the night before we flew home changed everything. I thought I'd hung up.
I hadn't.

Swapped at birth and stripped of her rightful place, Mia Jones thought her life couldn't get any worse after her scheming sister, Eleanor, stole her family and her fiancé. But a malicious plot leads Mia into the wrong room.

Drugged and thrown into the wrong man’s bed. Mia Jones realized her hands were tied to the bed frame. A towering silhouette radiating a dangerous aura stood at the foot of the bed. Before she could process what was happening, she was claimed by a violent kiss from that man… unaware that the man she left behind was the ruthless heir of the Greco Empire and powerful billionaire. A man powerful enough to ruin cities with a single word. A man who never lets women near him, Dylan Greco.
When Dylan wakes, the mysterious woman is gone.
“Have you uncovered the identity of the woman last night?”
“Boss, we couldn’t find anything. That woman… must have broken in by accident.”
But he remembers her. And he wants answers.

Escaping into the night, Mia Jones tries to bury the traumatic memory, unaware that the CEO is tearing the city apart to find the mysterious woman with the crescent-shaped scar on her back.
Fate brings them together again when Mia unknowingly takes a job as the therapist for Dylan's autistic son, "Little Shrimp"—a child who instantly connects with her and calls her "Mummy". As Dylan unravels the truth about that dark night, he vows to protect Mia and help her reclaim everything that was stolen from her. But with a manipulative sister, a treacherous family, and deadly enemies lurking in the shadows, will their unexpected bond survive? It's a gripping tale of sweet revenge, hidden secrets, and a romance that could bring an empire to its knees.

For five years, Lyka Forth was the invisible force behind billionaire Hollywood icon Sean McGregor. She scheduled his life, anticipated his needs, and quietly hid a hopeless, unrequited love for her boss. She never expected him to look her way, especially not after the tragic car accident that claimed his wife’s life and left his four-year-old son traumatized and mute.
But Sean is drowning. Running on empty from a brutal case of insomnia, he discovers a bizarre secret: the only time his mind quiets is when he’s near Lyka. Desperate to give his son a stable guardian and eager to keep his only source of peace close, Sean offers Lyka a ruthless deal: a contract marriage. Only on paper. No feelings involved.
Forced into close proximity, the icy boundaries of their business arrangement begin to melt into a scorching, slow-burn passion. But between a media frenzy, a toxic manager, and a vengeful ex-girlfriend, their fake life is a battlefield. Just as Sean realizes his vows have become entirely real, a devastating secret about the night of the accident surfaces. The text messages that sent his late wife fleeing to her death came from Lyka’s phone.
Can love survive the ultimate betrayal, or was their marriage doomed from the very first signature?

My adopted sister, Cordelia, conspired with her biological mother to harvest my organs alive, yet she had the audacity to claim I paid thugs to rape her.
My biological parents didn't bother to ask for the truth. They cursed me, calling me a vicious bastard, and threatened to break my legs.
My fiancé, Caspian, coldly announced the cancellation of our engagement, declaring he would marry the very murderer who killed me.
I had been dead for exactly three days. No one cared. My body was rotting back in a moldy storage room.
Through it all, my soul was trapped in the manor, forced to witness this absurd farce.
But what they didn't expect was that when they finally learned of my death—
Everyone went completely insane.

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

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

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

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

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

Anna Brown has the ability to dream and go to the Moonland, the land of werewolves, and dark creatures. But she wished all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dreams were different. Her dreams weren't colors of rainbows and sunshine, her dreams became her reality, after all, she was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The last of her bloodline. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of the Moon and Fire. However, Anna was beyond miserable, how fate played her, how she was just a pawn to an ancient war of werewolves. Her fierce visions were her grief untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But she has to let the long-lost Golden Alpha Harry Camilton in so he can trust him yet, she doesn't know whom to trust and they shattered her hope, lies were told. Would she choose the promise of his love or choose the call of the Moon Goddess?

Marigold never asked to be hunted, mistaken for her dead twin, or babysat by the most terrifying Alpha in the kingdom. Gregor says it’s life or death. She says it’s annoying. Between botched impressions of her glamorous sister, endless sass, and the fact that her only spare clothes are long gone, survival feels like one big joke—until the Black Fang pack closes in with blood in their teeth.
He’s massive, ruthless, and maddeningly protective. She’s reckless, sharp-tongued, and absolutely not afraid of him. Together, they’re running for their lives beneath the storm—but what’s more dangerous? The assassins hunting them…or the sparks threatening to burn them both alive?

"Aveline, a world without you means nothing to me."
The dragon's scalding blood splattered across my tombstone, melting the thick blanket of snow.
Five minutes ago, he had severed the crimson fox's head—vengeance for me.
I died at the hands of my most cherished companion, died in a carefully orchestrated betrayal. I'd wielded the full power of the Court to elevate that pitiful low-born wretch to godhood, only for him to join forces with my dear sister and plunge a blade into my heart from behind.
And the dragon war god I had scorned—the one I'd humiliated and treated as nothing more than a beast slave—defied imperial decree, razed an entire city, and severed his own life force. All for me.
I watched his dragonfire extinguish completely in the bitter cold. My soul reached out to embrace him, but passed through nothing but endless snow.
Until a blinding light pierced through my vision.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself staring up at the familiar domed ceiling of the Celestial Hall.
I had returned to three years ago, to the Binding Ceremony that sealed my fate.
Reborn into a second chance, those vermin who climbed to power on dragon bones will finally get the hell they deserve.

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.

I’m a retired Special Forces soldier. After I got out, I handled problems people didn’t want on paper, and I’ve seen enough dirty work to last a lifetime.

When I finally retired for real, I wanted a normal life.

So I came back to the orphanage where I grew up, planning to adopt a quiet seven-year-old boy I’d kept in touch with for years.

But the moment I arrived, I was told he’d already been “adopted.”

I called the family to make sure he was safe. On the line he said, “I’m fine.”
Then I heard it—fingernails tapping in a pattern: three short, three long, three short.

The distress signal I had taught him.

I stormed into the director’s office and forced the truth out: the adoption papers were fake. He wasn’t taken into a home. He was sold.

They think I’m just a returning orphanage worker.
They have no idea what I’ve done out there—and no idea I’m very good at cleaning up this kind of mess.

I was Ethan Blake's perfect mistress for five years, adhering faithfully to his rules of secrecy and obedience.

I knew his coffee preferences, his pre-meeting anxieties, yet it wasn't until his arranged-marriage partner returned that I understood I was merely a replaceable 'item' in his life plan.

When my mother passed and the pressure of medical bills vanished, I realized for the first time — that contract with its monthly transfers had bought not just my time, but my very right to say 'no' to him.

And now, when I no longer need his money...

This transaction, forged in the name of bondage, will be terminated by me.

When he found out I’d injured my leg and couldn't scrub in to deliver the billionaire's baby tomorrow, my boyfriend’s first reaction wasn't concern. He gritted his teeth and snapped, "Hannah, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why today of all days? Are you really throwing away your entire career just to spite me?!"
I didn't argue. I just stared at the medical chart labeled Eleanor Whitlock, my fingers trembling.
In my past life, I took this assignment. I was drugged and locked in a supply closet. A few hours later, the mother and baby were dead—and the security footage showed a nurse with my face poisoning them. I died in a damp prison cell, branded a murderer.
Reborn into this life, I just wanted to escape this fatal trap.
But somehow, the security cameras had once again captured "me" walking into that delivery room.

"I need an accident—one that looks fatal," I said calmly into the encrypted phone. "It's the only way to escape him."
Rumors swirl that this man—the underworld boss who controls half of Europe’s shadow economy—loves me beyond reason.
They say he defied his entire family for me. That this ruthless killer laid down his weapons just to cook me a meal.
For years, he made the world believe I was his one weakness—and even I almost believed it.
But instinct in a life-or-death moment doesn’t lie.
When bullets shattered the car window, he yanked the steering wheel on reflex—shielding my adopted sister in the passenger seat while leaving me, his wife, fully exposed to the hail of gunfire.
As I lay bleeding, desperately trying to protect our unborn child… he was busy cradling her in his arms.
While I endured everything for our future, he signed over the estate—the one he promised would be our retire place—to that lying sister.
That’s when I knew: some loves are just performances for the living.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
I left behind a positive pregnancy test—six weeks along—and drove straight into the deep ocean, staging the most brutal finale right before his eyes.

"You are nothing but a plaything! You exist to be used!"
When the man who once promised eternal love roared these cruel words, Angel's illusion of a happy marriage was shattered into bloody pieces.
Four years ago, endless domestic violence and humiliation dragged her into a living hell. Yet, that physical nightmare was merely the prelude to an even darker conspiracy.
Four years later, she finds herself trapped in a much more terrifying trap. To completely tame her, a mysterious controller is injecting her with a dangerous drug called "Therapyne." It is designed to block out her memory and numb out her emotions, erasing who she is. As her past slips away day by day, Angel struggles desperately on the edge of losing herself, knowing she might disappear forever.
A desperate plea for help becomes her last saving straw. Under constant surveillance, her friend must break into the core office to steal the personal clipboard, the hidden camera footage, and most importantly, a vial of Therapyne.
This is a brutal race against time. When Angel's mind finally goes completely blank, will she still be able to recognize the one who risks everything to save her? Will she break free from the shackles, or will she be reduced to a perfect, emotionless puppet forever?

Last time, she chased the “true love” a corporate spy sold her—publicly branded me controlling, stole my core tech, and helped him shove me off a rooftop.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back before it all began.

This time I didn’t expose her, didn’t confront her, and didn’t beg her to stay. I set the trap—watched her come close again, test my limits, and steal the “core technology”…

Until the stolen code blew up the rival company, until she was unmasked in front of the cameras and taken away in handcuffs.

Through tears, she demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner he was a corporate spy?”

I answered only, “I did. Last life.”

My father said an honest man can't run a farm. My brother called me nothing but a burden. My ex-girlfriend dropped her engagement ring into a glass of champagne and handed it back to me. They all thought I was worthless. None of them knew I'd been reborn, and had stockpiled five years' worth of supplies in the cold storage. When the blizzard hit, the walkie-talkie crackled to life. I heard their cries and the unspoken thoughts swirling inside their heads. Really? You're still trying to scheme against me right now?

Yes. You can do something for me. How about staying your ass away from my son, He's out of your league!"

Meet Adani. A beautiful woman, desperate to leave a toxic relationship she was 'trapped' in. Beaten, battered and belittled almost every day of her life, she finally managed her escape and met the handsome, rich, powerful and successful billionaire, Ricardo Parriston, who took pity on her and employed her as his live-in house maid.

Just when Adani thought she was welcomed, she meets Ricardo's mother. A woman with a strong dislike for Adani and wanted to see her son with someone of 'status'. All hell broke loose when she learnt her son was developing feelings for his maid.

"Please, don't leave me alone! I want you to be my mommy!"

Twana Murray thought she was just taking in a lost, pitiful four-year-old boy she met on the street. She didn't realize she was stepping right into an adorable, meticulously calculated trap. The child was none other than the hidden heir of the Levis family, and he had just claimed her as his mother.
Enter Zekariah Levis—Slington’s most ruthless, untouchable billionaire, a man notorious for his icy demeanor and complete aversion to women. Plagued by a crippling, incurable insomnia, Zekariah discovers a bizarre miracle: Twana’s voice is the only cure that can bring his tortured mind to rest.
What begins as an accidental encounter quickly spirals into a fierce, all-consuming obsession. Zekariah will stop at nothing to claim what is his. When sleazy investors try to harass her at work, the domineering CEO quietly buys out her entire company just to shield her. When she is nearly attacked in a dark alley, he doesn't just save her life—he orders her entire neighborhood to be illuminated with new streetlights overnight, so she never has to walk in the shadows again.
Despite his overwhelming protection and the little boy's sweet pleas, Twana desperately tries to escape the billionaire's grasp, clinging to her blind loyalty for an overseas boyfriend.
But no one escapes Zekariah Levis. As the web of betrayal around her personal life begins to unravel, Twana is backed into a corner. How long can she resist the billionaire's suffocating possession? And what will happen when the chilling conspiracy of a delivery room from five years ago is finally brought to light?

Alpha Alexander, the most powerful billionaire alpha in Europe, realised he wanted a wife, a luna who wasn't solely motivated by money but was willing to bear him a child and then leave once he grew tired of pretending to be a happy family for his grandmother's sake. Despite these conflicting needs, Alpha Alexander was convinced that his ideal Luna existed somewhere in the world, and he was determined to find her, no matter what. But she was a challenge he never expected.

Waking up with boobs, beauty, and deadly lightning powers wasn’t on Abby’s bingo card—but then again, neither was dying of a terminal illness and reincarnating as a bullied noblewoman in a magical kingdom.
Now Lady Abby MacMayer has one goal: live loud, live free, and never be a victim again. With a sword in one hand and sarcasm in the other, she shocks the realm—literally—and catches the eye of the kingdom’s most powerful and brooding mage, Duke Alaric.
He’s duty. She’s chaos.
He trains her to control her power. She ruins his peace of mind.
The sparks? Not just magical.
But when a war brews, a dungeon rift opens, and a prophecy threatens the man she loves, Abby vanishes in battle… only to return years later with no memory and no magic.
Everyone believes she’s lost.
Only the queen knows she remembers everything—and is hiding the truth to protect Alaric from a fate worse than heartbreak.
Lightning may strike twice... but love?
Love will burn through time, lies, and destiny itself.

Maya Vance lives by one rule: stay invisible. As a scholarship student and the team’s student medic, her goal is to get into med school and never look back at the town that treated her family like dirt.

Jaxson "Jax" Thorne is the town’s golden boy and the captain of the hockey team. He’s the guy who got Maya’s brother expelled, and she hates him for it. But when Maya discovers Jax hiding a crippling hand injury that could end his career, they strike a dangerous deal.

She’ll treat him in secret to keep him on the ice; he’ll use his influence to stop the bullies targeting her. But in the quiet, late-night hours of the training room, the ice between them begins to melt—and Maya realizes that the boy she’s supposed to hate is the only one who truly sees her.

Laura Dickson finalized her divorce from Tim Williams, her poor husband, to chase after successful men. That same day, her boss retired and a young man was promoted to the rank of a military General. Unexpectedly, the young General was promoted to the vacant presidency. Seeing an opportunity in this sudden shift, Laura arrived at work the next day. She chose her attire carefully, aiming to project confidence and allure - determined to make an impression on the new, powerful President. But...

The childhood love between “Kab Kluen” and “He Xing Yi” began with the close bond between their families, tied together by a promise that the two would one day marry.
But fate had other plans.
When Kab Kluen’s family had to return to Thailand permanently,
distance and time caused He Xing Yi to forget that childhood vow.
He found love with someone new and had no interest in marrying Kab Kluen anymore.
Yet fate intervened again.
On his deathbed, Kab Kluen’s father made one final request:
that He Xing Yi marry his son.
Though unwilling, He Xing Yi had no choice but to comply.
What followed were two long years of a marriage in name only.
Kab Kluen gave his all, hoping that one day, He Xing Yi would love him back.
But in return, he was met only with indifference… and heartbreak, again and again.
Where will this love—so painfully one-sided—ultimately lead?
Even Kab Kluen himself doesn’t know the answer…

I am the lead architect of this massive virtual sandbox world.

To save my NPC wife from a fatal car crash, I enabled a cheat code for her and lied, claiming she was a "VIP player" paying to experience an immersive life-simulation game.

She bought it completely. Not only did she openly flaunt her wealth to buy off a male assistant in front of the whole company, but she also trampled all over me, treating me like a "low-level NPC."

"I am the absolute main character of this world, and the system will always bail me out. As for you, you're just a line of junk code. Get out of my sight immediately."

Watching her face become twisted and arrogant from the illusion of privilege, the last trace of warmth in my eyes completely died out.

I calmly signed my resignation, revoked all her financial shields and vitality armor with a single click, then logged off and returned to the real world.

I knew that the moment I left, stripped of my protection, she would be instantly swallowed alive by the brutal laws of survival.

My wife was forced to don a wedding dress to marry my sworn enemy, while my three-year-old daughter was locked in an iron cage suspended above the raging sea.

And I, the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Blackwater Fleet, was forced to wear a dog collar, kneeling on broken glass and licking up red wine like a crippled stray dog.
All because embedded in their necks were biological bombs, the detonator held in the hands of my enemy.

The elites of the entire island ruthlessly mocked my cowardice, trampling me underfoot in ultimate humiliation.

That was until the climax of the maritime wedding, when my enemy smugly pressed the detonator, only for the collars to flash a safe green light—the full-frequency signal decryption was complete.
Amidst the dead silence of the crowd, I snapped the forged steel chains binding me and slowly stood tall.

The next second, ten nuclear-powered submarines violently breached the ocean surface, and tens of thousands of heavily armored death squads descended from the sky.

Looking at my enemy, now terrified to the point of incontinence and shattering his own knees to frantically kowtow and beg for mercy, I picked up that very dog chain and slipped it around his neck.

“Look at you,” I whispered, my eyes locked on her. “So damn wet. So fucking insatiable.” “Maybe I am,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Good thing I’ve got five of you.”

Elowen Skye thought she was just another wolf. A small town girl from Minnesota, raised under the protection of the Alpha King after tragedy ripped her parents away. Everyone kept her in the dark. Everyone lied.

Until the night she turned eighteen. A sealed box. Letters from her parents. Visions from the Goddess. And a prophecy that shatters everything she thought she knew.

Chosen by the Goddess. Hunted by an ancient sicko organization known as The Aegis Protocol. Desired by five mates fated to stand at her side, a lethal alpha wolf, a dangerous vampire, a brooding bear prince, a Scottish mage with a wicked tongue, and a feral dragon king who claims her body and soul.

They don’t just want her. They worship her. They fight for her. And together, they ignite a passion powerful enough to burn the world to ash.

But with prophecy comes burden. Elowen isn’t just the Moons chosen, she’s the only one who can unite the fractured supernatural species against the Blood Goddess’s reign of rot and ruin. If she fails, everything dies.

Steamy. Addictive. Savage. This is for readers who crave possessive alphas, sharp tongued heroines, and bonds that are as scorching as they are unbreakable.

The Goddess chose her. The world needs her. And her enemies will wish they never touched what’s hers.

🐺 Fated Mates
🩸 Reverse Harem / Why Choose
🌕 Chosen One Prophecy
🐾 Shifter Romance
🧬 Hybrid Heroine
👑 Royal Bloodlines & Power Struggles
🦴 Dark Magic & Forbidden Rituals
🧡 Emotional Trauma + Healing Arcs

COMPLETED BOOK 1 in a Saga!

Her father and stepmother died, leaving her in the brutal hands of her stepbrother. Her stepbrother is heartless.
He treats her as a maid, is it a torture?
She, however, discovers that she has been sold. Sold to a Ruthless Mafia, just to serve as a settlement for her stepbrother's debt. Now she fears her life. Would her life take a turn for the worse or for the best?

Seven years ago, Chloe was driven away from the Blackthorn Pack for being a wolfless girl, forced to abandon her fated mate, the noble and disciplined Tristan Adams. Now an independent architect, she returns to the ominous Blackthorn Manor as the girlfriend of Ethan Moore—Tristan’s fiercely possessive and emotionally unstable younger brother. The moment Chloe steps inside, the cold and aristocratic Alpha recognizes his lost mate, his inner silver-gray wolf pushing past his refined restraint into a dark, obsessive jealousy.
To keep her trapped by his side, Tristan uses his immense corporate power to force her company into a predatory multi-billion-dollar contract based on a college dream they once shared. While Ethan clings to Chloe as his emotional anchor to keep his own unstable black wolf from snapping, Tristan relentlessly breaks down her defenses behind a secret bedroom door and a one-way glass wall. Caught in a nerve-wracking web of hidden truths and near-discoveries, Chloe tries to protect Ethan's fragile mental state while drowning in the irresistible magnetic pull of her first love. Every hesitation she makes pushes the two brothers deeper into a dangerous rivalry, unaware that a powerful, ancient white wolf is quietly waiting to awaken inside her.

My birthday was never truly mine.

Everyone was busy making sure she was comfortable, happy, and protected.
When she deliberately handed me chamomile tea—knowing I was allergic—they told me not to hurt my sister’s good intentions and forced me to drink it.

My brother accused me of being jealous and locked me in the basement.

They all forgot about me to celebrate her birthday, even my fiancé.

Lying there, I realized something worse than pain—I was replaceable.

That was the day I understood the truth about my family.
I was dying on “my” birthday, and no one chose me.

“You are my mate,” he growled, his voice blending with his wolf’s. “You’re not leaving me again.”

Ella’s fury ignited. “Alpha Derek,” she spat, her voice trembling with barely contained anger. “I am not your mate anymore. Control your damn wolf.” She shoved him aside with surprising strength, her power flaring, leaving Derek momentarily stunned. She didn’t look back as she walked away, leaving him standing there, lost in disbelief.
Derek remained where he stood, his mind racing. He had lost her once. He wouldn’t lose her again.

Ella Brown’s life was supposed to change for the better when she turned 18—gaining her wolf and preparing for her engagement to Alpha Kevin Taylor. But everything shatters when she catches Kevin with her stepsister, Sandra, the night before the ceremony. Heartbroken, she flees into the night, only to stumble upon her fated mate, the powerful Alpha Derek of the Moonstone pack. Their irresistible bond leads to a night of passion, but Derek coldly rejects her the next morning.

At the engagement party, Kevin twists the truth, publicly humiliating Ella. Alone and betrayed by both alphas, she discovers she’s pregnant and flees her pack. Years later, as a renowned healer in the north, Ella is sought after by desperate packs suffering from a deadly plague. But when Derek shows up at her doorstep, demanding her help and refusing to let go of the bond he once rejected, Ella must decide—will she heal his people or make him suffer the way he made her?

Can Ella protect her heart from the mate who broke it, or will Derek reclaim what he believes is rightfully his? Or what do you think would happen when the Vampire Lord– Valen Draven, suddenly becomes interested in the Healer as she turns out to be his Soulmate? Or when his brother Sebastian Draven starts Coveting her power to make himself more powerful so he can destroy Valen and claim what he feels is rightfully supposed to be his

The twist just doesn't end.

At twenty, I stepped onto a path I had never imagined.
A world of magic, the Imperial Academy, fire breathing dragons, and werewolves howling beneath the moon had nothing to do with the ordinary human life I had lived for the past twenty years. But the day I received an acceptance letter from that other world, everything changed. My fate had already been decided. It was waiting for me there, and I had no choice but to face it.
From that moment on, even I became a mystery to myself. I didn't know the secrets hidden within me, but everything pointed me toward the same truth. I had to discover who I really was, what unknown power I possessed, and the secrets buried within my family.
Fortunately, I wasn't alone.
I met the half blood who had been shunned by everyone else. Endless mystery lingered in his golden eyes, yet his gaze was always fixed on me.
My secrets fascinated him just as deeply.
As time passed, our destinies became hopelessly intertwined. Only then did I realize that everything had been written long before we ever met.

It's fall break, and Mom and my sister Della Sinclair are visiting me at St. Julian's Academy.

The South Campus Arctic Biome is a landmark the Sinclair family funded years ago. It's filled with the rare arctic flowers Mom and Della have always loved. Every single time they visit, they have to go in.

That's when Kiley Croft, the girl Fletcher Waverly grew up with, pulls what she calls "a little prank." While no one's paying attention, she locks the door from the outside panel and pushes the temperature controls to maximum.

The people inside are trapped. They burn to death.

Kiley runs to Fletcher in tears, and instead of calling 911, he pulls her close and tells her:

"Hey. It's okay. It was an accident. This isn't on you."

He doesn't call me until the fire trucks show up.

"Blythe, the biome caught fire. Your mom and your sister are trapped inside."

I spin around.

Della is right next to me, sniffling and complaining about her cold. Mom is passing her tissues.

They're both completely fine.

Then who the hell is in there?

I have been tormented by a strange illness for ten years, with blood draws and surgeries being commonplace.
My mother always encouraged me, saying, "Nian Nian, bear with it a little longer. The pain will be over soon. Mom and Dad are doing this to save your life."
Hoping to be cured as soon as possible, I gritted my teeth and endured ten years of painful treatments, even if it meant living like a lab subject.
That was until I accidentally overheard my parents’ cruel conversation:
“Increase the blood draw even more. It doesn’t matter if she dies—she was only picked up to save Ying Ying. As long as she has a breath left, she owes it to us.”
At that moment, I finally understood: I was never sick at all.
The decade of daily treatments were nothing but a way to use me to extend the life of their biological daughter.

At night, it was already midnight when Asher came home from dinner.

He knew that Nora would come to The Howe family today. His grandpa Howard had asked Asher to meet Nora, but he refused on the grounds of work. He was not interested in this fiancee at all, and the engagement would be broken sooner or later

After returning to the room, Asher took a bath and went to sleep.

Probably because he drank a little too much tonight, Asher didn't realize there were other women in the room until he lay down.

He was slightly stunned. In the darkness, Asher could not see the woman's face. She turned over and hugged him. The girl murmured, "Good bear, don't make any noise. Just sleep."

Asher was frozen.

The woman had a very familiar smell, the same as that person...

Probably because of the alcohol, Asher didn't move, lying down with Nora and falling asleep.