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In my past life, my twin Phaedra and I were both married off to the Dragon Clan on the same day.
I was given to the eldest son Magnus, while she went to the second son Drakon.
A year later, Phaedra gave birth to a small white dragon with scales like fresh snow. Meanwhile, I delivered nine children—all of them deformed monsters, bearing not a trace of dragon lineage.
Dragon King Typhon, a tyrant obsessed with bloodline purity and beauty, immediately stripped his eldest son of the inheritance rights and decided to pass the throne to his second son, Drakon.
Consumed by rage and humiliation, my husband Magnus descended into madness.
He ordered my nine children dragged into the Shadow Abyss and thrown into boiling blood pools as sacrificial offerings. Then he bound me tightly to the frozen altar pillar.
As the crimson winds howled from the blood pool, he mercilessly cut open my chest and carved out my nine-tailed heart while I was still breathing. I drew my last breath drowning in endless despair and blood.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the Dragon Clan's towering hall—at the mate selection ceremony that had sealed our fates.
In my daze, Magnus walked straight past me. His eyes brimmed with disgust as he unhesitatingly reached for Phaedra's hand instead. The same woman who had birthed that perfect white dragon in my past life.
But the fool had no idea my children's deformities had nothing to do with me—they came from his own cursed, rotting bloodline.

As a wolf princess, I gave up my beast core, my dignity, and three years of life for my mate’s throne. I walked willingly into the lion clan’s darkest kennel camp, enduring beastly torture and dog-like degradation. I survived on rot and poison, clinging to false hope. Until I returned and learned the bitter truth: my wolf mate destroyed me with his own hands. The war was fake, and my hell was his deliberate choice.

In my previous life, I ran a barbecue restaurant to support my family for ten years, but my parents secretly sold the restaurant to a gang because of my younger brother's vanity in wanting him to study abroad.
An hour later, the apocalypse began, and my little shop became a god-level safe house—
Those with superpowers who enter the store have their abilities automatically copied to the store owner; the store is absolutely safe; the store owner decides who enters and who leaves.
My family ruined my amazing little shop, and they scolded me, saying, "Who told you to be unable to keep the shop?"
I was heartbroken and torn to pieces in the mouth of a zombie.
In this life, I was reborn back to an hour before the shop was taken away.
I must protect my shop!
As for those so-called family members—let them fend for themselves in the apocalypse!

On the day the apocalyptic flood swallowed the city, I died on a fractured overpass.

The man who crushed my fingers under his boot was my brother-in-law, the very man I had sacrificed everything to support. And standing safely out of reach, watching coldly as the muddy torrent swallowed me whole, was my supposedly sweet and devoted fiancée. In her arms, she fiercely clutched her "son"—who was hoarding the last of my survival rations.

In the very last second of my life, she nestled into the arms of her ex-boyfriend and left me with a single, contemptuous sneer: "Let's go. Forget about this useless trash."

It turned out that working my fingers to the bone and emptying my life savings had all been a pathetic joke—a long con orchestrated by a pack of bloodsucking parasites.

But when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one year before the apocalypse began.

My fiancée was standing there, holding a cup of hot coffee and sweetly begging me to invest another million into her brother's business.

I just smiled, gently pushed her hand away, and turned around to liquidate every single asset to my name. With that money, I secretly constructed a state-of-the-art, deep-sea underground fortress.

Later, when the monstrous floodwaters inevitably tore the city apart, they stood on the balcony of their doomed mansion, desperately falling to their knees and begging my icebreaker for salvation.

Sitting inside my perfectly secure command cabin, I took a leisurely sip of hot coffee and softly gave the order:

"Open fire. Don't let this trash dirty my deck."

Four years ago, I left my boyfriend when he had nothing.

Now, he's a billionaire. And he's forcing me to marry him—just for revenge.

Every day it's a different girl. Now there's a pregnant influencer he flaunts in my face, destroying what's left of my dignity.

"Kneel and beg her, and I'll give you money." He holds another woman and smirks at me.

I don't cry. I don't scream. I just swallow the blood rising in my throat.

He doesn't know my brain tumor is terminal. I have thirty days left.

I've already signed the organ donation papers. I just want to die in peace.

I stopped loving him a long time ago.

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus from a clearance sale online to be my live-in maid.
For a week, he was perfect. Then he started fainting, his skin burning with a fever no amount of rest could fix. Panicked that I’d somehow overworked my best employee, I called the 24/7 Aphrodisiac (companyI bought him from) helpline.

Ma’am, our incubus models have a demonic lineage and you have got a high-output model. They have near-infinite stamina. They don't get 'feverish' from vacuuming. But... why did you have him doing 'housework'?"
"Because the house was dirty?"
The agent suddenly chuckled. "Ah, I see. Everyone has their own fantasies and kinks. Roleplay is very popular. But tell me, according to the log, when was the last time Xanthos received physical intimacy?"
"Huh?"
"Physical intimacy," the agent repeated. "Love, spoiling, skin-to-skin contact. If a male incubus doesn't get intimacy, his internal energy stagnates. They fall sick. Male models are much higher maintenance than females; they need constant affection to stay healthy."
My blood ran cold. "Affection? I bought him to mop the floors!"
"Ma'am," the agent's voice dropped. "You are on Aphrodisiac. We are the world's leading provider of supernatural escorts. Did you... did you not read the site description?"

Turns out, I hadn’t bought a demonic domestic servant.
I’d accidentally purchased a high-maintenance supernatural escort.
And apparently, if I didn’t start showing my “maid” some affection soon, he would die and I would be jailed for abusing my maid.

Three years ago, on their way to attend my graduation art exhibition, the cruise ship carrying my fiancé and my family caught fire.

Over the past three years, I downed sleeping pills countless times, desperately wanting to follow them into the afterlife. Every single time, my adopted sister, Serena, saved me, crying hysterically as she shoved her fingers down my throat to make me throw up.

"They are already gone! Harper, you can't keep living in the past. You have to live on for their sake!"

After fainting from yet another high fever and being rushed to the hospital, I was diagnosed with terminal leukemia.

The doctor said I had a month left, at most.

I refused their advice to find a bone marrow match. Clutching my family's belongings, I decided to go back to our old estate in the suburbs for one last look.

While I was walking in a daze, a little boy running wildly crashed hard into my legs.

A male voice that had haunted my dreams for years rang out from behind me. "Alistair, if you keep running off, what will you do if Mommy and Daddy don't want you anymore?"

In an instant, it felt like I had been plunged into freezing water. I froze in place.

My husband's foster sister, Delilah, gets poisoned and ends up paralyzed. My husband, Grayson, the Don of this whole crime family, doesn't even bother checking the security cameras. He just throws me, two months pregnant, into the cistern where they punish traitors.

"Tessa, hand over the antidote, or die."

I kneel in the freezing swamp water and beg him. I didn't poison her.

He answers with a kick to the stomach.

For three straight days, I suffer down there. Leeches tear into my skin. My baby turns into a pool of black blood and dissolves into the filthy water. By the end, my vocal cords tear to shreds, my body goes cold, and I stop breathing.

His men get on their knees and beg him to spare me. He just sneers.

"That woman's always been good at playing the victim. No food, no medicine. Let her keep soaking."

Three days later, he finally walks into the cistern, and it's only to give me an ultimatum.

"Crawl out and apologize to Delilah on your knees. Otherwise I'll strip you of your title and sell you off to a trafficking ring. You'll wish you were dead."

No one answers him.

He has no idea. I already am.

At the scene of the car accident, my parents frantically scooped up my sister—who only had a scraped knee—then kicked me aside as I lay there dying.
"Don't be a burden to your sister. Just wait by the roadside and croak!"
They drove off without a second thought. In that moment, my heart turned to stone.
What they didn't know was that I didn't die. Instead, I got adopted by a top-tier professor and became a math prodigy worth tens of millions.
Two years later, when my birth parents went bankrupt and got on their knees begging me for a handout, I smiled coldly and played the recording of their attempted murder...

My mate, Rhys, brought his dead brother's pregnant widow into our house.
He swore up and down I'd never have to lift a finger for her.
The next morning he stood by the door with a packed bag and a grin.
"Babe. Big news. The pack called me up. Border post out east, two years. I ship out tonight."
He looked at me like he was waiting for me to promise I'd take good care of his brother's widow.
So I pulled my own bag out of the closet, right there in front of him and the woman in the back room.
"Funny. The alliance called me up too. Medic rotation. Two years."
"We can leave together. Lock up on the way out. Colette can rest easy with the whole house to herself."

At sixteen, I took a fatal blow for him. As my wolf soul shattered, he swore with blood-red eyes: "When I become Alpha, I will make you my Luna."
But two years later, when he led the pack to migrate to new territory, he told the butler before departure: "Her broken wolf soul will only drag the group down."
With my bundle, I slipped out. Fate played a cruel joke: I boarded the wrong carriage, replacing a weeping bride, and was delivered to the wedding chamber of Alaric Argent, Alpha of the Sterling Pack.
The tall, steady figure before me sparked an odd sense of calm. The fog of memory wouldn’t let me be sure. Was this mistaken arrival a new beginning… or the continuation of an old shadow?

I’m a retired special forces soldier.

Three months ago, my little brother vanished—and every lead went dead.

I tracked the trail to a private rehab clinic on a tropical island. On the surface, it’s wellness and recovery. Underneath, it’s an organ market.

Following the clinic led me to one person—her. She specializes in luring “donors” through the front door.

To avenge my brother, I got close on purpose and let her become my girlfriend.

She thought I was easy money, a body delivered to her table, and she brought me into that clinic herself.

She didn’t know I’d been waiting for this moment for three months.

On the operating table, the needle hovered three centimeters from my skin.

She thought I was finished.

She didn’t know these hands have held a gun—and snapped more than a few necks.

"I can't stay in dorms?" He shook his head as no and she shyly looked at the locked apartment. But then, her chin was pulled up. "Remember," his eyes dug into hers as his grip tightened on her chin. "You must follow every rule, jule." She shivered under his gaze that ran up and down on her. "If you don't," he leaned closer to her ear and she shyly raised her hand between her chest . "Daddy will be upset." His nose grazed over her neck and her cheeks turned pink. "And punishment will be worse".

Annah Jule is a university student who moved to Paris for abroad studies. Everything seemed to be perfect in her life until her father cheated on her mom and they both got divorce. Her mom being sick to her unpaid university bills had made her life more complicated and in the end, Jule had no choice but to be a sugar baby for Wayn Koln.

♡ I could see the pain flicker in his eyes when he finally said: "I don't think I can be friends with you anymore, Amari." ♡

Amari Vasilios, the CEO of the fast growing Advertising Company in California, got her heart broken by her best friend five years ago. She never thought that out of all the people her best friend, Zane Shaw, would be the one who would break her heart first... only because of a girl he had known for FOUR MONTHS.

She was livid and she still is. She ignored and tried to avoid him as much as possible and for the past five years it worked.

But now.

Now she's staring at the invitation letter in her hand. It was a wedding invitation. From her brother and his fiancee.

She had to go home. She had to go back to New York and attend the wedding.

Attending the wedding means seeing him again.

Attending the wedding means seeing the person she had successfully avoid for five years.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
After years of silence, Elisa suddenly announced her comeback, bringing tears of excitement to her fans.
During an interview, Elisa claimed to be single, causing a huge sensation.
Mrs. Brown divorced, skyrocketing to the top of the trending searches.
Everyone knows that Howard Brown is a ruthless tactician.
Just when everyone thought he was going to tear Elisa apart, a newly registered account left a comment on Elisa's personal account: "Keyboard and durian, which one do you want to see tonight?"

After five years of a secret marriage, her husband never showed any affection in public. Sophia Johnson had always chalked it up to his personality—until he took their twin sons and his first love out for a candlelit dinner, earning rave reviews online as the "most stunning family." That’s when her heart finally shattered completely.
Hearing her own sons call the woman "Auntie" repeatedly, Sophia came to her senses. A husband who didn’t love her, sons who were estranged from her—she didn’t want any of it. From that moment on, she would only love herself.
After the divorce, she returned to her hometown village to pick up her old profession: growing medicinal herbs, treating rare illnesses, and developing skincare miracles. Luxury cars often arrived late at night in the remote village, drawn by her skills.
When word got out that she was looking for a father for her daughter, elite scientists, financial tycoons, A-list idols, award-winning actors... All kinds of tycoons emerged, volunteering themselves, hoping to catch her eye.
Later, her ex-husband knelt on a bed of durians, his face filled with remorse. "Soph, I love you. Will we remarry?"
She scoffed. "William Smith, isn’t the forbidden fruit sweet enough?"
Her twin sons knelt on computer keyboards side by side. "Mommy, we only want you!"
Sophia waved them off. "No, I can’t afford you."

When Chase Tanning’s mother remarries a decade after his father’s death, he is happy to see his mother happy once again. But when he moves in to his new house with his new step-father and step-brother, he’s convinced that they have made a grave mistake. Not only is the house centuries old and gives off a creepy vibe, but his new step-family is even more mysterious and cold towards him than he anticipated.
However, moving to a new school in his sophomore year is even more challenging than he anticipated, and as the bullies have a field day with him while his step-brother, Alexander Marshall, all but avoids his very existence. That is until…he is pushed down the stairs and ends up hitting his head hard enough to heal. In an instant, his life changes forever as he is surrounded by people with fangs and claws, with no hope of escape.
But right then, a shadowy figure steps in front of him, and drives the hissing creatures away.
“Welcome to hell, little brother,” says his savior. “From now on, you are mine to claim, mine to do as I please.”

Five years ago, I was drugged and ended up having sex with a stranger, resulting in a pregnancy. I chose to go abroad to give birth.
Five years later, I returned with my son, determined to seek revenge on those who conspired against me.
At this moment, a man appeared before me and my child, expressing his desire to become my son's father...

When I ended up in jail for the crimes my boyfriend Bob committed, he used and abandoned me, marrying the Alpha's daughter Lisa. After my release, I became a wedding planner, organizing their wedding.
Little did I know, the Alpha himself would come to meet me for his daughter's wedding. And to my surprise, as he approached, I heard the voice of my wolf Susan deep inside me.
"mate..."
His scent of lavender and sea salt overwhelmed me completely.
Unbelievably, the handsome, wealthy, and charming Alpha is my mate?
Could I possibly become my ex-boyfriend's mother-in-law? Though, there are rumors that the Alpha killed his former Luna...

On her birthday, she was drugged, and her sister entered her fiancé's room instead of her, while she lost her virgin to a stranger in the neighboring room.
Ten months later, she gave birth to a baby, and the next day, the baby's daddy came looking for her.
"Do you have a house and savings?"she asked.
The man looked puzzled.
She accepted her fate and said, "Well, I guess I'm unlucky. From today on, I'll be responsible for earning money to support the family, and you'll be in charge of taking care of our baby."
But who could have told her that the man she was supporting turned out to be a billionaire, the richest man in the town...
And he was also a werewolf!
So wait, her baby is a Hybrid?

"Do you hate me?" He asked, nibbling my ear with his teeth. I couldn't form words. I felt... I didn't know what I was feeling. A minute ago, I was sure I hated him but now that he's so close, so close that I could feel him breathing on my skin, I wasn't sure.

"Do you hate me?" He asked again, his voice a low growl in my ear.
"I...I..." I tried to form words but his lips left my ear and trailed kisses down my neck.
“I need words,” he whispered. “Tell me you hate me.”
My fingers tightened on his shirt as he continued.
“Say you hate me, and I’ll stop right now and walk away.”
What? There was a pause, I still hated him but I don't want him to stop..
“Don’t…and I won’t be responsible for what I do next.”

Lena Hartwell is a girl who has been bullied all her life for being plus size. After the sudden death of her father, her family falls deep into debt, leaving her with no choice but to accept the highest paying tutoring job she can find to support her Mom. The job turns out to be tutoring one of her bullies, the school’s hottest quarterback, Jace Dawson and despite hating him, she takes it the job because her family is at risk of losing everything they have left.

What happens when the hatred they have for each other slowly turns into something darker, when forced proximity turns every argument into temptation?
He is everything she is taught to fear.
She is the weakness he was taught to crush.
And when one forbidden moment shatters the boundary between hate and desire, will Lena be able to walk away from the boy who might ruin her life?

When you're a pregnant cheerleader, your bf ghosted you immediately after you told him the news.
Your brother's best friend, the hockey captain, threw a party and invited all of your bf's flings, and they unite to dump him in public.
You: thanks for always being a big brother to me
He raised his eyebrow and asked,
"Brother? How about your baby’s dad?"

When you're homeless after catching your BF and BFF together,
the next time you see them, they're screaming in public,
your hot billionaire fiancé casually wraps an arm around you and says to your BFF:
"Jenny, watch your mouth in front of your new mom... and your future little brothers."
Jenny: 😱Dad!?
Ex-BF: 🤡

He was the heir of top rich family, but he was deaf, blind and lame.
I, an orphan, decided to marry him for his money.
Everyone laughed at us, but I struggled alone to support the whole family.
But one day, I was so shocked when I discovered his secret!

“This isn’t right…” I whispered.
But my stepbrothers grabbed me anyway and ran their warm hands all over my body. “You belong to us, you are our pet, our sub and it will remain like this forever.”
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My mother and I have been running for the past three years– running from a vampire who is obsessed with owning me. He catches up to us eventually and we’re about to start running again when my mother announces her marriage to the most powerful man in the pack– Lycan Viktor Ravenwood.
But the problem is that he has hybrid triplet sons– vampire & werewolf breeds– who are as ruthless as monsters and I am forced to move in with them.
When Vladimir's eyes and that of his triplet brothers lock onto mine, I feel a forbidden flame ignite within me, burning away reason and morality and it forces us into a dark, toxic and forbidden relationship.
But our twisted desire is just the beginning, and before I know it, I'm already trapped between my stepbrothers' dark passion and the vampire cult hunting me.
There’s also a curse that haunts my stepbrothers which might be my only salvation— or my ultimate destruction…

“Want me to save your family and company? Then earn it.”
He sat on the couch, his icy gaze fixed on me as I knelt before him.
I scooted closer and unzipped his suit pants, revealing his thick penis that filled my entire view.
The next moment, I felt cold fingers forcing their way into my mouth and teasing my tongue.
His seductive voice echoed from above, "I taught you before - be careful with your teeth and do it properly."
"Yes, Master." I lowered my head and took his penis deep into my mouth.
He was the Mafia King, a billionaire with the power to dictate life and death with a single word.
But he was also Alex Phillip—the man I had coldly abandoned seven years ago for his poverty.
My ex, now my master.
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Ivy went home only to find the man she devoted her whole life to cheating with her elder sister. It was supposed to be their wedding day and he didn't show up,breaking his promise after making her give up on her career. Heartbroken, she found solace in the bar and she met someone in her drunken state.
The next morning, she had no way to return home because she was now homeless. She pleaded with the one who helped her to take her in, but he refused. Then it struck her.
"I heard you are looking for a wife over the phone. Let's get married, she proposed.
A few weeks later, the media were surprise to see a once famous actress with a renowned billionaire, leading to interviews. Mr. Zack Anderson, usually dismissive of reporters, seemed different that day.
"Mr. Zack Anderson, did the once famous actress seduce you for personal gain?"
"Who has the right to seduce me other than my wife?" he replied, and someone in his living room stood up.
"She married my uncle."

On the night of my rebirth, fueled by alcohol and rage, I stumbled into the room of my fiancé’s sworn enemy—and kissed him.

Everyone thinks Atlas is a heartless playboy who toys with women.

Only I know how submissive he can be, and the filthy, dirty things he whispers when he calls me "Baby."

Outside the door, my scumbag ex-fiancé, Knox, was screaming, begging for a second chance.

Inside the door, Atlas’s wandering hands were exploring every inch of my body.

"Be a good girl," he rasped against my ear. "Moan loud enough for him to hear."

The next day, Knox pinned me against the wall, his eyes red with jealousy. "I can do better than him. Choose me, okay?"

I shoved him away coldly. "Too late."

From the moment I was reborn, my goal was to make Knox pay. Why simp for a cheater when I can make him lose his fortune, his reputation, and force him to kneel at my feet?

Atlas smirked, pulling me into his arms. "Choose me. I'll help you destroy him."

"Legs, clamped so tight?"
In the darkness, the man's scorching body pressed against me like a branding iron, his biting kisses forcing my teeth apart, his cock grinding and thrusting into the deepest part of me.
I couldn’t catch my breath, murmuring softly, "Slow down… I can’t take it anymore."
But he acted as if he hadn’t heard, gripping my tense hips and thrusting upward like a madman.
Amid the sticky, wet sounds, the rhythm of flesh colliding grew faster and more urgent…

After the Smith family fell into debt, Scarlett became Richard Gray’s fiancée, only to unexpectedly have a one-night stand with his nephew, Alexander. Their tangled relationships turned her into a pawn in their power struggle. But Scarlett’s true identity was far more complex than it seemed. When she eventually took the head position in the Gray family while pregnant, Alexander, with bloodshot eyes and a smile that stretched to breaking point, asked: "So this was your purpose all along?" Scarlett smiled, taking his hand and pressing it to her abdomen, saying, "Be good. From now on, the game is mine to control!"
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A DARK EROTIC BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE. “Arghh, oh my, faster…” I moaned in pleasure, my head rolling back as my vision turned hazy with ecstasy. My mouth hung open, muttering incoherent words while I watched the beast of a man before me pound harder into my dripping entrance.
“I’m going to fuck your tight, virgin c*nt so hard that I’ll ruin you for any other man out there,” he muttered in my ear as he switched our positions, laying me on my back. I gasped as I felt drive deeper into me than ever before.
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Abused by her family and forced into a loveless marriage, Leah, a fallen heiress, seeks revenge after catching her fiancé in bed with her step-sister.
That night, she gave her virginity to a stranger in a reckless bid to pay back her fiance—only to discover that the man she spent the night was not an ordinary stranger, but instead—a dangerously powerful CEO, and worse, her new boss.

Now caught in a love and hate relationship with her new boss, who proposes a contract to her—her body in exchange for his power to help her take revenge on her family.

All he wants from her is her body.

And all she needs from him is his power.

Julianna Macey, or Juls for short, is desperate to leave her parents' home. Living at home for her undergrad degree is ruining her social life and making it difficult for her to keep in touch with friends. So when her friend Carlo offers her the chance to move into a student apartment, she jumps at the chance.

The only problem is that the available room is shared by his three friends Kyle, Mark, and Kent. As if living with three boys she's never met wasn't bad enough, Kent appears to despise her. When she's around, he makes a mess in the kitchen, never puts his laundry in the dryer, and acts as if she doesn't exist.

Despite being good looking, Kent and Juls develop a fierce hatred for one another, and she begins to regret her decision to move in with them. However, because her lease still has a year to run, she is unable to leave. Juls begins to question whether living with boys has any benefits or if she acted prematurely. More importantly, she questions whether or not she and Kent will ever get along as well as why he despises her so much.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt.
"What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out.
"Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée."
"Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled.
"You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness."
I moaned, feeling his hand trailing close to my anticipating cunt, "No talking of another man now," his finger brushed my clit, "You are mine now!" He growled and dove a finger in me.


After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger.
To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely.
By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle.
And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back.
How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?

Jessie Walker never imagined a weekend in Vegas would change her life forever. Nursing a broken heart after her fiancé’s betrayal, she only wanted to escape, have fun, and forget. But one reckless night, a few too many drinks, and a mix-up at a hotel lead her into the arms of Din Cooper—the ruthless billionaire who claims she’s the woman his grandfather has chosen for him to marry.
Din never planned on getting married, at least not to Jessie, but to keep his empire, he has no choice. When he wakes up to find Jessie in his bed, a plastic ring on her finger, and a marriage contract he intentionally signed, he knows one thing—he needs her to play the perfect wife. Jessie, desperate to make ends meet, agrees to the arrangement. The rules are simple: pretend to be in love, avoid getting too close, and walk away when the time comes.
But rules were meant to be broken.
When love and power collide, who will surrender first?

I was trying to steal a child from my comatose billionaire husband, but just as I touched him, his dark eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Thirty million dowry, and you are sold to the Duncan family." My stepmother's words echoed in my head. I was forced to marry Brandon, a man rumored to be a ruthless genius, but who had been lying in a dirty room as a vegetable for a year.

My family abandoned me, and my fiancé slept with my adopted sister. I had nothing left. If Brandon died, I would be thrown onto the streets. So, looking at his breathtakingly handsome face and perfectly sculpted body, I made a crazy decision: I needed his heir.

I locked the door, trembling as I took off his clothes. "Just treat me as a tool, please don't mind," I whispered to his sleeping face.

I straddled him, my heart pounding out of my chest. I thought he couldn't feel a thing. I thought I was safe. But just as I leaned down, a slender, bone-chilling hand suddenly grabbed my wrist like a vice.

I screamed, my blood running cold.

His ink-black eyes, filled with three feet of ice and demonic fury, stared right into my soul. The man who had been declared braindead was awake.

"What did you do to me?" His voice was hoarse, his grip tightening around my throat. "Do you know who I am?"

I was trapped under the most dangerous man in the country, and I had just been caught trying to use him.

“You’re staring at me again,” Jake murmured.

“Maybe because you keep touching me.”

His mouth nearly brushed mine. “Maybe because you like it.”

I hated how badly I did.

Jake Montgomery used to be my secret. Now he’s my stepbrother’s best friend — and living under the same roof again.

After a mysterious accident erased his memories, Jake forgot everything that happened between us that summer. I didn’t.

I remember his hands, his mouth, the promises whispered in the dark — and the blood on the road afterward.

Coming back to Lincoln Heights was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, every look from Jake feels dangerous. Even without his memories, he still watches me like some part of him remembers exactly what we were.

Every touch, every fight, every jealous glance pulls us closer to the truth buried between us — a truth that could destroy us both.

Because some memories were buried for a reason.

And some people were never supposed to fall in love twice.

Be my slave for 100 nights, and I'll turn you into a lycan so you can be with your lycan lover for as long as you both shall live.


Matilda “Tilly” Parker’s life falls apart when her lycan boyfriend, Xavier Graves, leaves her with nothing but a vague “trust me.”
Human, heartbroken, and fueled by cheap wine and spite, she crosses paths with Cillian Ravenscroft, the vampire CEO of Valmont International. A century-old predator with ice-blue eyes and a smile that could tempt a saint.
Cillian is too smooth, too handsome, too everything—all sharp jaw, piercing gaze, and a smug charm that makes Tilly’s skin crawl and her heart race in ways she refuses to admit.
Cillian offers her a wild solution: become a lycan herself.
And he’s willing to make it happen—for a price. One hundred nights as his personal “slave.”
But she’s no helpless damsel. Scrappy, impulsive, and armed with a mouth that won’t quit, Tilly’s ready to claw her way through this twisted agreement. Yet as the nights slip by, the line between survival and seduction blurs—and the price of becoming a lycan might be far greater than just her heart.
Will Tilly fight her way back to Xavier—or surrender to the vampire who owns her nights?
One hundred nights. One impossible choice. And a hunger neither of them expected.

He wanted freedom after breaking me. So I hired a stranger for one reckless night.

But he's not a call boy. He's a mafia king who owns this city. Now he decided I'm his. No negotiations. No escape.

I thought I knew Sunny Hayes.
The mysterious transfer student with ocean-blue eyes who saved me from my bullies. The hottest guy I'd ever met. The one who made my heart race with a single glance.
I was wrong.
On his nineteenth birthday, everything changed.
We were in my bedroom. Moonlight spilled across his bare chest as he hovered over me, eyes dark with hunger. When I whispered he could do whatever he wanted, desire crashed across his face like a wave. His kisses trailed down my neck. His hand slid under my bra, thumb brushing my nipple. Heat exploded through me. Then his mouth closed over my breast, hot and wet and—
Pain.
Sharp, sudden pain.
His grip had changed. I felt points—claws—digging into my skin. My eyes flew open.
Golden eyes stared back. Not ocean-blue. These glowed like an animal's in the dark.

Fangs pressed against his lower lip.
"Sunny?" I breathed, frozen.
He jerked away, staring at his own hands in horror. Actual claws where his fingernails should be. Claws that had left thin red scratches across my breast.
That's when I understood: my boyfriend—the boy I'd trusted with everything—wasn't human.
He was a werewolf.


WARNING: Mature Readers Only.

"Those need polishing. Kit's in the bottom drawer."

Heat flooded my face. "Julian, please—"

"That's ‘Alpha’ to you." His voice was cold. "I'm waiting."

I knelt, hands shaking. The office floor was cold through my suit.

"Started believing your own press? Those Forbes interviews made you feel important?" He sipped his drink, watching me work the cloth over his shoes.

I kept my head down.

"Look at me."

I met his eyes.

"This is what you are. Not a CEO. Just a plaything on her knees." He smiled coldly.


Briar Vance was a rising star in pharmaceutical botany—until her father's gambling debts sold her to Julian Sterling, the Alpha heir who collects people like trophies. For a year, she's endured his cruelty in silence.

But when Julian forces her to kneel at his engagement party, something inside her breaks.

She flees to a dive bar, where a silver-eyed stranger makes her an offer: "Let me be your fake boyfriend. I'll make him regret ever touching you."

Briar doesn't know Lucian Kincaid is Julian's half-brother—or that he's been watching her for months, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Their fake relationship becomes dangerously real when Lucian discovers Julian is using Vance Botanicals as a front for illegal Moonborn blood trafficking.

To protect Briar and expose his father Dominic's empire, Lucian risks everything. But when an assassination attempt awakens Briar's dormant Moonborn bloodline, their fated mate bond ignites in a surge of primal instinct—and Julian realizes the woman he tried to break is destined for his greatest enemy.

Now Briar must choose: submit to the Alpha who owns her past, or fight alongside the one who offers her a future. Because in the world of wolf shifters, love isn't a weakness.

It's a declaration of war.

I never knew I was adopted until it was almost my 18th birthday. I'm my pack every wolf is celebrated on their 18th birthday it didn't matter if you were an Omega or Alpha. I am an Omega or that is what I thought. I found out all in the same week I was a special wolf The Golden Wolf and an Alpha Heir, I am Mated to the strongest Alpha of the Werewolf world. After years of abuse from my adopted father I finally got the nerve up to tell my Alpha what had been happening. I will admit I couldn't have done it if it weren't for my best friend. In a short amount of time I went from finding out that I was not an Omega I am an Alpha heir, I am Mated to the Brooding Alpha, I am a special wolf and I am part of a prophecy. After fulfilling the prophecy I find out that my mate and I are destined to become Alpha King and Queen Luna of the werewolf universe. Come find out how this interesting story comes together.Gomon a journey with Sydney and how her life has become the way it is.

I crawled out of a mental hospital in the middle of the night—bleeding, broken, and desperate to see my husband.

Instead, I found him toasting champagne with the sister who put me there.

My daughter was starved in an orphanage. My father died alone, his grave unmarked.

And my husband? He threw me back into the snow to die.

A stranger pulled me from the cold. He didn’t offer comfort. He offered a choice.

“Do you want to make them pay?”

Now the man who buried me is begging on his knees. But hell taught me one thing:

Some sins don’t deserve forgiveness.

I was the Luna of the Luthor Pack, the fated mate of Alpha Vincent. I once crawled through a snowstorm, begging for his essence blood to save our dying daughter. His only answer? A boot to my hand and a sneer: "Dream on, you shameless whore."

He shackled me to a silver rack, forcing me to watch faked videos of my "infidelity." To him, I was a corrupt stray; to me, he was my life, my soul, and my tormentor. He finally spat, "Since you love being serviced by men, let my pack have their fill of you," and sold me at an underground auction.

That night, my world shattered. My daughter was tossed into a pit of mad wolves, and I was discarded like trash. But when I finally broke free, I didn't want his love—I wanted revenge. Yet, the moment I disappeared, the man who once stepped on my neck began to lose his mind, hunting the world to find me.

"Marcella, come back," he begged, eyes bloodshot with obsession.

I looked at him, my heart a hollow void. "Alpha, you're too late. I died the day you threw our daughter to the wolves."

"I don't desire her the way I desire you... like a drug addict."

That night at the Masquerade Ball changed everything. I thought I was alone in the dark bathroom, trying to fix my lipstick, when the lights suddenly went out. Panic set in, but then a heavy, hot breath brushed against my neck. I thought it was Simon.

"Back so soon?" I whispered. He didn't answer. He just gripped my waist firmly, pushing me back until my ass collided with the cold marble of the sink. He lifted me onto the edge, spreading my legs wide so his body fit perfectly between them. His rough fingers traced the wetness soaking my panties before he ripped the lace fabric apart with a savage tear.

"Simon... please," I moaned, but he silenced me with a guttural growl. He didn't say a word, just unzipped his pants and thrust into me, hard and deep. The impact made me gasp, my back arching against the mirror. Every thrust was precise, punishing, hitting that sweet spot that made my toes curl. I could feel the thick veins of his cock stretching me, filling me completely as he pounded into me with a rhythmic, animalistic need. His hot cum flooded me just as I screamed into the darkness, my body convulsing in a shattering orgasm.

But when the lights came back on... the room was empty.

Days later, I met the new owner of the jewelry empire I work for. Felix Yeats. He stared at me with those intense, dark blue eyes. "We meet again, Little Bunny," he whispered.

He wasn't Simon. The man who fucked me senseless in the dark was the most dangerous man in Chicago... and now he's my boss.


There are few things in this world more dangerous than Felix Yeats, the ruthless mafia leader who has conquered Chicago's underworld. He's a cold man who always gets what he wants, and everything is at his feet. However, there is something about him that no one knows… his lovely weakness — Isabelle Nash.

Belle is like a light in this dark world, a young woman who has just left college and knows nothing about Felix‘s reality, let alone the true colors of the man who seems so perfect.

However, one cannot change one's nature. The fall is just inevitable, and the truth is always waiting to be seen. But will Isabelle open her eyes and embrace the shadows that surround her? Or will she escape her cage and run away from Felix's sweet obsession?

Running from her father's rejection, Isabella arrives in London determined to start over, only to walk straight into temptation and danger. Her obsessive ex is waiting at the airport. And the stranger from her one reckless, unforgettable night in New York is now her new billionaire boss.
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"Hello, Isabella." Mateo Rossi's voice is low, smooth, and dangerously familiar, sending heat curling through her before she can stop it. She freezes.
He leans back, eyes dark and unreadable, lingering on her just a little too long. "I never knew Nathan had a daughter like you," he says softly. "All grown up."
Relief floods her. He doesn't recognize her. Not the girl from that night. Not the one who lost control in his arms. Or he does, and he is choosing to pretend. Because Mateo watches her like she belongs to him. He tests her, corners her, pushes her past every limit she thought she had. Doors close.
Tempers snap. Boundaries blur. And Isabella realizes something far more dangerous than her past catching up to her. London was never her escape. It is his world. And this time, Mateo Rossi has no intention of letting her walk away.

On the night Liora Venn was supposed to become Luna, she arrived at Moonridge Hall bleeding, muddy, and barely alive.

Then she saw another woman standing beside her mate.

Wearing her face.

Her gown. Her voice. Her pearl combs. Even the scar Kael used to kiss.

Alpha Kael Thorne called the real Liora an impostor and chose the perfect bride on the dais. Her own pack forced her to her knees while the false Luna smiled with Liora's mouth.

Only one man saw the truth.

Dacre Vale, the enemy Alpha of Ironwood.

He did not call her innocent. He called her evidence. He smelled the bond still rooted in her blood and offered her a brutal choice: stay and be erased, or walk out with the enemy.

Because if the replacement Luna completes the rite, she will not just steal Liora's mate.

She will become Liora forever.