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He undressed right in front of me, his whole body coming into view


“Am I to do all the work, beautiful?” he teased me.

“Brendon,” I panted.

Brendon grabbed my hands, placing them on his stomach and sliding them down, and I grew instantly wet between my legs.

Then he undressed right in front of me, his whole body coming into view, and his cock… Goddess! I had been taken that inside me. I must have. We were mates, and we had had sex, right? Why couldn’t I remember anything?


Celeste thought her life was perfect. Her pack was small, but she had the love of her life by her side, yet little by little her life starts to crumble. First, her alpha throws his attention on a new she-wolf, next her pack turns on her, and in the end, she looses her life. Yet never had she expected to be given a second chance, and who stands by her side? The last person she would ever ask for help: Her old childhood bully.

"What have you done to me, Alicia?" I closed my eyes, feeling her warmth on my hands as I caressed her cheeks, sliding my fingers through her hair and sniffing her vanilla fragrance until it filled my whole body. My eyes turned red as I looked at her sexy collarbone to her neck.

"Hmm…" She moved her head sideways, still inside the dream I created for us. "Aki…hmm…ohhh…"

My heart stole a beat when I heard her say my name. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I opened my eyes, she was still moaning about my name.

I found myself sniffing her hair until my mouth reached for her neck. I licked it…positioning my fangs…

Akihiro is a pureblood vampire who has been living for a hundred years. He is the next in line to be the King of the Vampires so through the years he focused on being the greatest of all pureblood vampires and trained himself. His family has been ruling an Old Town in the countryside where they built a day class and night class, dividing the vampires and humans.

Alicia is a normal university student, top of her class, soon to be doctor, and a part of the drama club where Akihiro formed it. Her family moved to the Old Town when she was in high school due to some personal reasons she isn’t aware of. But, soon she will find out that it is all connected to Akihiro, the man she hates.

Falling in love with a human is forbidden especially when he is the next king of the pureblood vampire. Well, if that was the case, Akihiro is willing to let go of his throne. However, Alicia is no ordinary human. She is the daughter of the strongest vampire hunter clan who had been their family's rival for a thousand years. Will their love with each other win or is it still their blood against their beating heart?

I closed my eyes and announced, "I am not Anna!"
He said calmly, "Well, I knew about it already."
My eyes flared open in shock, "How - How did you know?"
He looked deeply into my eyes and replied, "I met Anna at a ball but didn't feel anything. But when I saw you for the first time in the carriage, I felt the bond between us."
Sweat beads covered my forehead as I tried to process his words. Did it mean…?
The man knew what was going on in my head and replied, "Yes, you are right! You are my mate."
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Licia’s world collapsed when her father, the previous maniac Alpha King, was killed and then she lost her identity as a prince. Yes, a prince, not a princess! She was born a girl, but her mother sealed her identity and raised her like a boy.

Until the day, her father and mother died...she was not a big person anymore.
She turned into a nobody but finally lived like a girl.

While Licia’s life was not easy, she was forced to be a substitute bride for an Alpha’s daughter and marry Enrique Collins, Alpha of the Ravenwood pack, he is the current king's right-hand man, and he was known to be cool, powerful and ruthless.

But one thing Licia didn’t know is Alpha Enrique loves his wife more than anything.

His mouth left her mouth to her neck, which he kissed and sucked. He fiddled with her clothes, loosening it to free her chest. His mouth left her neck to her breasts where his tongue found her nipple, nibbling at it at first before sucking it.
Isabella  moaned, her hand squeezing his hair.
James bent down and devoured her breasts. Oh, how he’s been wanting to do this.
His dick was rock solid, almost tearing his pants. He wanted to devour Isabella  completely.


In a city that never sleeps, temptation lurks in the shadows…

When Isabella starts college, she envisions a life filled with new friendships, thrilling experiences, and a future with Alex, her devoted, loving boyfriend. Together, they share a bond built on trust and years of unwavering companionship. But beneath the surface of their perfect love, a quiet restlessness brews within her, a craving for something more… something dangerous.

Then she meets him.

Professor James is enigmatic, confident, and intoxicating, a man whose very presence sends a shiver down Isabella’s spine. What begins as a fleeting fascination soon ignites into an illicit affair, one that consumes her with a passion she never knew she was capable of feeling. With every stolen glance, every whispered secret, she spirals deeper into a forbidden world, where desire eclipses reason and every choice carries consequences.

Torn between the comforting love of Alex and the electrifying pull of James, Isabella teeters on the edge of ruin. But in a game where hearts and reputations are at stake, can she truly have it all… or will she lose everything?

A natural born female Alpha is unheard of in the werewolf world. It's always the first born male that's the Alpha. However, at least one exists. Faelyn was sold to another pack at the age of eight under a false name and rank after being ripped away from her parents and brother who disappeared without a trace. She spent ten years being mistreated and abused in the Red Moon pack as Alyce Lilly, Omega to the Pack Manor. She also spent ten years plotting revenge on the man responsible for taking everything away from her, including her pack and her family. She has plans to leave Red Moon and seems the stars are aligning for her do so successfully. Fate, however, has other plans for her when she discovers her mate and rejects him without hesitation. With her best friend by her side she presses forward with her plans, only for another to throw her off again. Will she succeed in getting back her rightful pack while keeping her secrets safe until she does? Will she find the answers she seeks, the family she secretly yearns for?

Not long after I transferred to this school, I became the bullies’ favorite target.
They didn’t like how quiet I was or how pale I looked, so they casually slapped me with a nickname: “vampire.”
It started with shoves in the hallway and jeers in the classroom, escalated to messing with my drink, then stuffing trash into my locker.
They treated my silence as permission and wrapped every provocation in the same excuse: “Just a joke.”
Until that night, when humiliation wasn’t enough. They lured me into a tiny storage room behind the auditorium—locked the door, killed the lights, set up a fixed camera—ready to strap me to a chair and film an “execution” video that would make sure I could never hold my head up at this school again.
What they didn’t know was that the nickname wasn’t a joke. It was the one time they got the truth right.
I really am a vampire.

Exiled to the wasteland by wife and children? No problem, I'll open an arms factory there.
Everything stolen by a rival? No worries, his technology is garbage I discarded seven years ago.
My ex-wife throws me a repairman's business card and demands my knees? Fine, see you at the military academy ceremony tomorrow.
Her son, dressed in his rival's "super armor," goes around showing off, only to be exposed in public by my ten-year-old son: "With a 0.7-second delay, an S-class mutant could kill you three times."
My rival brings his private army to capture me?
My wife leads a regular army, smashing the dome and descending from the sky: "Try touching my husband!"
My rival, cornered, releases the Abyss Mother Beast?
I pilot Zero Mech, one-shotting her.
My ex-wife kneels in the ruins, crying. I don't even glance at her.
Betrayed me? You don't deserve it.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

Seven years ago, betrayed by my closest friend and my fiancée, I was thrown into the lightless Black Sea Death Prison and tortured mercilessly.

Seven years later, I returned through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to find my crippled little sister being trampled in the mud by my former "brother," forcing her to sign a humiliating organ extraction contract.

"A worthless ghost who just crawled out of death row—what makes you think you can fight a billionaire tycoon like me?"

At a grand banquet at the Peninsula Hotel, the treacherous couple threw a bloody dog bone at my feet. They mobilized hundreds of heavily armed SWAT officers to surround me, demanding I kneel, kowtow, and call them master.

They thought their wealth and power made them untouchable on the West Coast, assuming I was still the same spineless weakling from years ago.

That was until an EMP tore through the night sky. Three military stealth fighter jets hovered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hundreds of laser sights from the nation's most classified special forces locked dead center on the foreheads of every elite in the room.

Under the horrified gazes of the city's high society, a four-star general crashed through the window and gave me the highest military salute:

"Tier Zero Task Force assembled! Supreme Commander, please give the order to purge!"

At that moment, the high-and-mighty tycoons finally remembered the terror of being dominated by the abyss.

In my last life, for the spy I executed, she framed me for treason and injected me with the zombie virus herself.

I died in a dungeon—by the hand of the one I trusted most.

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

This time I didn’t interfere. I watched coldly as she got scratched, handed the only dose of serum to the spy, and as the gates swung open and he finally showed his true face.

At last she believed me, kneeling in the dirt, begging for forgiveness.

I looked into her eyes as they clouded over. “I warned you in my last life. You didn’t believe me.”

This life, every blade she wanted for me—lands on her instead.

In the wasteland era, the soil is dead. Whoever can grow food is king.
In my last life, my brother gave me the spore we had nearly died to get, and the two of us awakened plant-growing powers together.
But every grain he grew was full and perfect, and the leader placed him on a pedestal; everything I grew was poisonous, and I was mercilessly cast out as worthless.
It wasn't until I died that I learned the truth: his power was never plant-growing, but transfer.
As long as he had eaten the spore, he could transfer away all the crops I grew.
When I got a second chance, I returned to the very day my so-called brother tried to shove the spore into my mouth.
This time, I slammed into him, knocked the spore to the ground, and crushed it under my foot.

“Do I really deserve this?”
Dr. Xavier Brown asked the void after the woman he loved smiled and shoved him off a rooftop.

He died a brilliant, betrayed genius… only to wake up as the worthless secondary character in a trashy web novel.

The pathetic live-in son-in-law.
The disposable husband.
The man scripted to be humiliated, divorced, and killed so the protagonists could shine.

Died once.
Refused to die again.

Armed with every humiliating page of his own doom, Xavier signs the divorce papers with a smirk, takes the money, and kicks the first death flag into the dirt.

But the story doesn’t let go so easily.

When he saves the mother of Isabella Voss, the novel’s ice-cold villainess, using medicine this world has never seen, she doesn’t destroy him.
She builds him a kingdom: a hospital with top-notch facilities, an empire of shadows, and a love that feels dangerously real.

Then the truth rips the script apart.

He isn’t Alexander Rodriguez.
He is Alexander Winchester, erased heir to a hidden mafia family, legendary assassin king, memory wiped and chained as a live-in dog by the very people who now call themselves heroes.

Six deadly sisters descend to reclaim him.
A ruthless CEO. A ghost hacker, an assassin trainer, a pharmaceutical prodigy, a public opinion goddess, and the youngest who sees what’s coming before it breathes.

With a system that evolves from cold machine to snarky partner in crime, Xavier walks two paths at once:

The Healer who rewrites life, and the Ruler who burns false fates to ash.

But Karma never dies, Damien and Sophie met with their consequences

Every betrayal returns.
Every death flag screams.

“Do I really deserve this?”

Xavier smiles, scalpel in one hand, shadow in the other.

This time the answer is yes.

“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

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.

The chieftainess returned from the poisonous fog with a swollen belly.
She announced that she carried the child of a god—a child who would bring hope to the entire base.
Only I knew that what she bore was no divine offspring, but a demon that would devour every soul in the base.
Because in my previous life, I was the one it had gnawed to death, alive...

I’m just a blind woman whose sight was stolen by the mist.

And yet, for his ambition to become the Alpha King, I begged my brother Mason to venture deep into the forest and bring back the Moon Goddess’s Mark.

On Christmas, I carried that Mark in one hand and my pregnancy report in the other, my heart practically bursting with joy.

Then I caught my husband tangled up with Rory—the Omega who stayed by my side every day.

What shattered me most was this: my son’s death was never a surgical accident.

It was Andrew who wanted to give the heart of my son, Ethan, to Rory, who was sick with heart disease. He lied and told me those papers were for Ethan’s treatment, and tricked me into signing my name.

He mocked me, saying a blind woman couldn’t survive without him. But he didn’t understand what a mother’s resolve looks like.

I called my ex-fiancé, the strongest Alpha—Henry—the man I betrayed, the man who still waited for me. He became my only salvation. The Moon Goddess’s Mark I never go

"Are you accepting?' he probed, his eyes brazenly following every line in her body. Ivory instantly grew shy. Her nerve waning.

"I am considering it. However, I am not sure what it entails." her voice and bravado had weakened. Raiden nodded at her words, understanding that he was previously vague.

"It's not a relationship. As I have pointed out to you before, I am attracted to you and wish to explore a purely physical relationship, albeit temporarily," he said, eyeing her every reaction.

"You mean purely sexual?' she corrected him. She knew the words he used were aimed at sugar-coating the reality but she wasn't interested in half-truths when she was considering going against everything she believed in. Raiden nodded. "How long is it to persist?" The more she considered the option the riskier it seemed. She worked closely with Raiden, would this make their relationship awkward?

"It's terminable at the will of either party," he commented. He wasn't in the habit of forcing a woman to be with him, in fact, it was something he made no great strides over. She had complete freedom to stay or leave his bed.

"Another way of saying when you've grown tired of me." she laughed incredulously.

"I'm sorry, Ava, but you can no longer be my mate because you are not up to my level. You are now just a mere human," Caleb said, which made Ava extremely angry.

"After all the sacrifices I have made? My brother gave his life for you! I became a mere human because of you! It's the sacrifice I made! I had to lose my hybrid powers in order to break your curse, and after all that, you reject me?" Ava said, tears streaming down her face.

"Well, that's how you see it!" Alpha Caleb responded before walking away.

If you were in Ava's shoes, what would you do? Not sure? Let's dive in and see what Ava did!

The STORY comprises of the most dangerous mafia, he is also a handsome young Man of about 24 years of age by name Harrison McCall He is known to be the leader of the Mafia group be the name, “Black Jaguars” these group are feared by many in the country and with this he doesn’t “NO” for an answer especially when it comes to his personal needs.
He is mostly feared by people except his family members who know nothing about his dangerous life style.
Harrison has always been a jerk, a cheater and a dangerous bi***h he hated the word Love because he never believed in it but he like to flirts around. Until, the day he met Elena.
A 20 year Old young lady by name Elena Morgan, She’s a very beautiful, Kind but timid at times, smart, and little bit shy young Lady and the only daughter of her parents.
The STORY got thrilled when both families got the two different individuals married.
Harrison and Elena got married but it was a love less marriage. They were living like enemies but as time goes on things began to change.
But, when the two couple decided to take their new found love life to another turn, Jason came in the picture.
Jason, Harrison’s cousin brother is the opposite of him.
Jason hates everything about Harrison. Firstly, he took away his love for his ex-girlfriend Sara and now the one true love he had which is Elena he took her away and got married to her too.
Jason is verge to take REVENGE on him and pay him back in double folds.
Jason planned on making Harrison’s new found happiness to be shattered and he is determined to KILL for it.

Will he succeed with his plans???

Sofia is an eighteen-year-old who has been bullied and tortured her whole life. When she realized that her only hope of going through school was to attend a school only for boys, she took a bold step and cut her hair to look like a boy and got into Blairwood Academy.

She has to try her best to make sure nobody finds out her real identity, or she would be kicked out. But it's difficult to hide it, especially from her roommate, Scott Blackwood, an icy nineteen-year-old who she always managed to get on his bad side.

In a world overrun by zombies, survivors built a fortress—and my fiancée and I joined its action unit.
To help her secure her position, I turned down leadership’s offer to run my own squad and stayed by her side as the “invisible” second-in-command.

For a full year, I made the tactics, wrote the contingencies, and cleaned up every mission.
She took my plans as her own credit—and let the team treat me like dead weight.

Then, on one operation, she ignored my orders and changed the plan on the fly. Disaster followed.
In the debrief, she blamed everything on me in front of everyone.

I resigned on the spot.

Not long after, I took command of a new squad—and delivered the cleanest record in the entire base.
Her unit couldn’t even finish routine recovery runs.

Until a mandated joint op put our teams at the same rally point—
and she finally realized the “legendary captain” was me.

At a lavish dinner, a billionaire with a net worth of four billion embraced my ex-wife and slapped five thousand yuan in my face: "Kneel down, kiss her shoes, and then get out of here."
The entire audience of celebrities burst into laughter, while the ex-wife's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Without even lifting my eyelids, I dialed a number in front of everyone: "I'm going to bankrupt one person. Execution level: nuclear bomb."
They laughed at me for pretending to be crazy.
Three minutes later, the entire nation was in an uproar. Four billion dollars in assets were frozen, the FBI broke down the door, and the once arrogant tycoon collapsed to the ground like a dog.
I endured for three years, just to save her grandfather's life. Since she's in such a hurry to break the contract, I don't need to pretend anymore.
This is not just a story about divorce; it's a countdown to the gods regaining control of the Book of Life and Death on Earth.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

In my last life, I was the scapegoat, set off Charlie's deep love for another woman, and finally ended up with a family of miserable end. After rebirth, I decided to let it go, waiting for Peiheng to file for divorce. But the development of the situation is a bit strange, how does a man who barely goes home in my last life come back every once in a while? And worried that I will betray him? "Do you believe that in the near future, you will hate me and want me to disappear?" I asked. "Don't dream." He replied, "We'll torture each other to death." I sighed, as a reborn I know that Charlie will soon meet his true love. Finally, they met, I thought freedom was only one step away from me. But he said, "Who said I want a divorce?" Not only did he not divorce, but he cared more and more about me, even his true love was abandoned!

After ten years of marriage, Hollis Meyer believed she had found an extraordinary husband. Little did she know, he would lead her on a destructive path! Disguised as a marriage, he manipulated her emotions, plotted for her wealth, and even wiped out the entire Meyer family, all for a fleeting moment of true love.

But fate intervened with a meticulously planned murder, sending her back ten years in time! In this new life, she pledged to utterly destroy him, reduce his bloodline to ashes, and curse his lover with endless misfortune.

She vowed to exact a hundredfold revenge on all those who had caused her harm!
And so, her first act after rebirth was to reject the advances of that jerk and resolutely marry her archenemy from her previous life—a prominent tycoon she must not have provoked this time!

She expected their union to be driven by desire rather than affection, but to her surprise, the tycoon showered her with boundless love and devotion after they tied the knot.

“I need you both inside me—now,” I beg, voice breaking as Casper’s tongue lashes my clit and Cassian’s cock throbs against my lips.

Casper pulls back, eyes blazing. “Tell us, Elowen. Fucking say it.”

I grip them harder, stroking in sync. “I get dripping wet just thinking of you—both of you.”

Cassian snarls, thumb smearing my spit-slick lips. “That’s our filthy girl.” He flips me onto hands and knees, trapped between them.


Elowen Hartley, Thornwood Pack Beta’s overlooked daughter, flees abusive ex Drake after he cheats publicly at the bar. Seeking best friend Cindy, she crashes into Cindy’s twin brothers: hot-headed protector Casper and cool racer Cassian—future Alphas who both claim her.

Drake clings with dirty photos and grudge. Elowen’s mother secretly betrothed her to him. Defiant, Elowen lets both twins mark her, forging a rare double bond that shocks the pack.

As politics ignite and Elowen’s mysterious heritage awakens hidden power, the twins’ love faces a deadly test: protect her, or shatter everything?

Christian kissed me like sin — hard enough to make me forget why I came back.
When he finally let me go, his thumb brushed my swollen lips. “Tell me, Stella… is this revenge, or do you still crave me too?”
“Careful, brother,” Logan drawled from the doorway, dark eyes sliding over me. “That’s your fiancée’s sister.”
Then Ryder’s voice cut through the tension, cold and devastating.
“You disappeared from my bed three years ago without a word. Now you’re back pretending this house was never yours.”

Officially, I’m the Ashfords’ new nutritionist.
Unofficially, I’m the daughter they thought died in a fire twenty years ago.
I came back to destroy the family that betrayed me.
Instead, I found three dangerous men waiting for me.
Christian — my sister’s fiancé, who touches me like sin and obsession.
Ryder — the man I once loved, now loyal to the family I came to destroy.
Logan — the bastard heir who sees through every lie I tell.

In this house, desire is deadlier than revenge.
And the closer I get to the truth, the more I risk losing myself to the men who could ruin me first.

"Why?" The word came out as a whisper. "Why me?"

The knife was sticking out of my stomach like it belonged there. Blood poured between my fingers as I pressed both hands against the wound.

My legs gave out. The pavement was freezing against my face.

The guy wiped his blade clean, then grabbed my ankles. He was dragging me toward the lake.

"No!" I tried to kick, but my body wouldn't work right. "Please..."

Tyler's gift bag was just within reach and I grabbed it, held on tight. Twenty-three years of never being enough. Of taking scraps and saying thank you.

Then the water hit, and everything went black.


Samantha Thompson died at twenty-three, clutching a birthday gift she'd never get to give. Murdered in a dark alley, her last thought was of wasted potential and a life unlived. But death wasn't the end—it was a second chance.

Reborn at seventeen with memories intact, Samantha makes radically different choices. She fights for her West Point acceptance, becomes an FBI agent, and partners with mysterious Matthew Nolan to hunt serial killers. But as she grows from broken victim to formidable investigator, darker truths emerge about her parents' deaths and the people she trusts most.

Will Samantha master her destiny this time, or will the same forces that destroyed her family claim her second life as well?

Megan is a world-famous boxer—strong, relentless, and undefeated in the ring. But when her ex-fiancé announces his engagement to the woman he cheated with, Megan finds herself fighting a very public battle she never trained for. The tabloids are ruthless, the rumors relentless, and everyone is waiting to see if she’s still heartbroken.
She needs a solution. Fast.
Chris is a struggling ghostwriter barely scraping by, hoping for the one opportunity that could change his life. A chance backstage meeting at one of Megan’s fights brings them together—and sparks an idea neither of them expected.
Megan offers Chris a deal: pretend to be her boyfriend and help shut down the gossip once and for all. In return, she’ll pay him generously, make him the ghostwriter for her explosive memoir, and even list him as a co-writer—giving him the career boost he’s been dreaming of.
What starts as a carefully staged fake relationship quickly becomes harder to control. Public appearances, forced closeness, and late-night writing sessions blur the lines between pretending and wanting something real. Megan isn’t looking for love, and Chris knows getting involved with a celebrity can only end badly—but their hearts have other plans.
When feelings get real and the truth comes out, will a relationship built on a lie be strong enough to survive?
A steamy, emotional fake-dating sports romance featuring a celebrity boxer, a struggling writer, and a love neither of them planned.

I trusted him with my childhood. He sold me to cover his sins.

Aaliyah Rivera was born into privilege—the cherished daughter of an Alpha, goddaughter to his Beta, and best friend to his daughter. But when a twisted obsession festers in the heart of the man she calls "Uncle," her life unravels in the darkest way imaginable.

Betrayed, violated, and cast out by the people meant to protect her, Aaliyah is thrown into the wilderness... straight into the path of the infamous Alpha Triplets—three brothers feared across the realm for their ruthlessness, power, and curse of sharing a mate they haven't found.

She’s no longer a daughter of power. Now, she’s the property of monsters.

But Aaliyah won’t break.
She’ll fight to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and maybe… her place beside one of the wolves she was never supposed to survive.

Secrets run deeper than blood. Desire burns hotter than hate. And vengeance? It's the only thing keeping her alive.

nce scorned as a son-in-law, he was despised by others, until his grandfather found him. From then on, destiny changed like the wind, propelling him to soar ninety thousand miles high. Even his own grandfather beamed with admiration, urging him to return and inherit the billions of family fortune!

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

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

“You’re supposed to hate me right now,” I whispered.

Louis’s fingers gripped my chin, his thumb brushing slowly across my lower lip. His voice was low, rough, almost dangerous.

“I do,” he said. “But that doesn’t stop me from wanting you.”

My breath caught as I looked into his darkened eyes.

“Then stop pretending,” I whispered, pulling him closer. “Or admit this was never fake.”


In a single devastating night, Serena Reed dies betrayed—only to wake three years earlier with memories of her family’s ruin, her lover’s betrayal, and everyone who destroyed her.

This time, Serena won’t be the victim.

Armed with deadly foresight, she creates the perfect revenge plan: make Louis Maverick—her ex’s brooding best friend and the campus’s untouchable star quarterback—become her fake boyfriend.

He’s supposed to be nothing more than a weapon.

A way to make her ex regret losing her. A pawn in the game she’s determined to win.

But fake dates turn into stolen moments, staged kisses become real, and the line between revenge and love begins to disappear.

Because Louis is more than the charming quarterback everyone sees. Behind his billionaire image lies a world of secrets Serena never expected.

One fake relationship. One dangerous attraction. One chance to rewrite fate.

But falling for Louis Maverick might be the one thing Serena can’t control.

“Did you ever love me?” Summer Hayes asked her husband once.

Kieran Cross never answered.

For two years, Summer believed their marriage was revenge—cold touches, ruthless control, and silence sharp enough to wound. The billionaire boy she ignored in high school had finally made her pay for it.

Until the night he died saving her.

As their yacht sank beneath freezing waves, Kieran shoved her onto the rescue boat, blood on his lips, and mouthed the words he’d never said before:

“I love you.”

By the time Summer understood the truth, he was gone.

Three years later, destroyed by grief and PTSD, she crashes her car—and wakes up at sixteen.

This time, her mother is alive.
And Kieran is not the untouchable billionaire she remembers, but a poor scholarship student everyone overlooks.

Quiet. Exhausted. Starving himself to support his deaf little sister.

When no one offers him a seat, Summer does.

Because this lifetime, she’ll save the boy who died for her.

But falling for Kieran again may uncover the devastating truth behind the man he became—and why loving her always seems to end in tragedy.

[ Mature content 18+!! ]

"I need you to take off your clothes. All of them. I'm recording this. It's my insurance."
"I'm a man. Even if this video gets out, it won't ruin me. I've got nothing to lose."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
Daniel peeled off his briefs. His cock, thick and hard, sprang free, along with a coarse bush of dark hair. "Are we done now?"
I rubbed my clit hard, keeping my phone steady. "Now touch yourself. Make yourself come for me."

Claire Stanton, a billionaire heiress, fights for her family’s empire. Daniel Brown, an ex-SEAL turned bodyguard. A glance at a gala ignites sparks. Her brother’s car crash puts Daniel’s sister in a coma. Claire offers money; he refuses. Broke, he asks her for help. She says: "Make a video for me—or no deal." In this dangerous game of desire, their physical attraction gives way to real feelings as they hide from her vengeful fiancé and the shadow of their false engagement. However, the affair is exposed when her fiancé leaks the video, and he now holds it over her as blackmail, threatening to destroy her empire. Will Claire choose her gilded future, or follow her treacherous heart?

Layla, Luna of the Soulless Pack, endures mockery for being infertile—until she discovers her pregnancy and catches her Alpha mate fucking her best friend.

"I'm having your baby!" she screams. Kael's eyes turn cold. "SHUT UP! Olivia's having my baby. GET THE FUCK AWAY!"

Olivia frames Layla for murder and fakes pregnancy, driving Kael to ruthless rejection. Alpha Thor Sterling claims her as second mate, defeats Kael, and offers escape. But Layla harbors goddess powers and burns for revenge. She exposes Olivia's mind control and saves a regretful Kael. Now both Alphas want her back.

Broken and betrayed, Layla meets Thor. Is he her salvation or her destruction? When both Alphas fight for her love, will she choose the one who betrayed her or the one who saved her?

"Faster!" "Do you love me, Leo?"

"I...love you...always have...always will..."

It couldn't be my Leo, he would never be unfaithful, not with my step sister!

Nina found the betrayal between her fiancé and her stepsister. What's worse, Her Stepsister May had plagiarized the bracelet she had intended to give Leo and even named the bracelet "True Love." The pain fuels her resolve for retribution, and a serendipitous discovery of documents against her fiancé ignites her quest for vengeance.

Alexander Blackwood, the ruthless real estate tycoon and business adversary of Nina's unfaithful fiancé. Nina approaches Alexander with the documents and they conspire to bring her fiancé to his knees, both in business and in love.

Will Nina be able to expose the chilling secrets and achieve the justice she desires? Can Alexander outwit the schemes set against him and prove his loyalty to Nina?

He was the scion of a wealthy family, the richest man in the country, and the man that princesses from all over the world desperately wanted to marry. Yet, when he returned home, he found himself being ordered around by his mother-in-law as if he were a mere nanny.

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

“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.

When the apocalyptic red rain fell, my brother and I both awakened spatial abilities.

He awakened a space as vast as a mansion and was hailed by the entire family as their savior.

While I only awakened a "suitcase" and was ruthlessly drained of all my assets by my parents to support my brother, then kicked out of the house.

They mocked me cruelly: "We don't keep deadweights. Go wait for death in the 70-degree furnace outside!"

What they didn't know was that my brother's space had no preservation function—his stockpile of premium ingredients would soon rot into a pile of maggot-infested meat.

But my suitcase had upgrade attributes!

While they fought each other over a sip of putrid green water in the 200-degree hellscape,

I sat in the "Eden" I had created, watching herds of cattle and sheep, drinking ice-cold fresh milk.

On Day 100 of the global heat collapse, surface temperature climbed to a hopeless 70°C.

To keep my girlfriend from being roasted alive, I drove my ice ability past the limit and became her personal human air conditioner.

But when my ability core was on the verge of shattering and I collapsed coughing blood, she stole the last two bottles of water from my pack and climbed into someone else’s temperature-controlled car without looking back.

Before she left, she tossed the life-saving lump of ice I’d condensed with half my life onto the blistering asphalt like garbage.

“Jack, I’m sick of your cooling cutting out any second. I’m not staying here to die with you.”

She didn’t know—

The moment that ice turned into white vapor, the broken ability core in my chest—the one ruined because of her—evolved in the abyss.

I begged my mom for ten dollars, but she smashed my head with a frying pan instead.

The next day, my mother posted on a forum asking:
"Hi everyone. My eldest son lied about the end of the world just to get ten dollars. I want to ask, how can I sell him on the underground black market to pay off his younger brother's $20,000 debt?"

The moment I saw that post, any remaining love I had for them died instantly. I snapped my phone's SIM card in half.

What she didn’t know was that a world-ending acid flood would descend upon New York tomorrow.

I had begged so bitterly for that ten dollars just to trigger the Ten-Million-Fold Return System to build a three-billion-dollar Doomsday Ark.

Since she didn’t want it, I gave the throne of the Ark Queen to the female classmate who casually tossed me some charity.

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.

In my past life, I stood on the execution platform, watching the entire city—brainwashed by the Saintess—smile as they willingly degenerated into ghouls.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one month ago.

I smashed the knight's sword that symbolized my honor. Dragging a high-tier ghoul into my basement, I slashed my left wrist open with a heavy blade.

Stripping away all the Holy Light protecting my body, I brutally shoved my bleeding wrist straight into the ghoul's gaping maw.

My bones let out muffled, explosive cracking sounds as they were eroded by the tyrannical ghoul virus. I crushed the reinforced steel bedframe out of shape with my bare hands.