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She was a young mother trapped in a world of violence, forced into marriage with the heir of a powerful family. Years of captivity made her an observer—of power, strategy, and the city's darkest secrets. When chaos struck, she took her chance, vanishing into the night with her child and a new purpose.

Now, a silent force reshapes the city's landscape. A mysterious faction is dismantling the old ways, offering protection to the vulnerable and striking fear into those who exploit them. But something sinister is happening at Cornell University—young women are vanishing, and no one seems to care. She’s done watching from the shadows. It’s time to step into the light and uncover the truth, even if it means walking straight into enemy territory.

In my last life, a friend I’d trusted for ten years drove a knife into my heart over a single biscuit. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn—right before the extreme freeze arrived.

He was convinced the apocalypse had come. He borrowed from loan sharks, rented a massive warehouse to hoard supplies, and even crowned himself king during the icebound period, killing without mercy.

But he didn’t know the truth:

This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.

While he taunted me like a madman, I didn’t expose him. I calmly requested thirty days of paid leave from my company.

This time, I’ll sit in a warm, climate-controlled room and watch—when the state machine restarts on day thirty—how he drops to his knees and sobs in despair.

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

"What do you mean he's your 3rd fated mate? Answer me Arabella!" Ryker screamed in my face as he stared me down waiting for an answer. Looking at his red face and clenched fists I'm not sure if he is going to kill me or my mates. My brother is ridiculously overprotective. The only reason he is even here is to watch over me. He knows our father is going to be livid if anything happens to me. I thought finally getting accepted to moonlight academy would give me the freedom I desperately needed. It turns out, I'm not as prepared as I thought I was. My power's keep getting stronger, and mate's keep popping up out of nowhere. The lines between right and wrong are blurring, but I'm determined to prove I can do this on my own. I'm not sure if this mark the moon goddess gave to me is a blessing or a curse, but I'm strong enough to figure it out on my own.

It's 1000 years in the future, and humans have learned to travel the galaxy, discovering and colonizing planets as they go. They rely heavily on the development of robots and compete for resources to survive. A coup is enacted that changes the future of the planet Redwood, leaving the sole survivor, Princess Valerissa Gearheart, in hiding after her 14th birthday. After hiding for 7 years, Valerissa, now known only as the Gear Maiden, survived by becoming the leading creator of Chaperone Droids for the rich class of debutantes.
During those 7 years, Val created a very sophisticated AI interface that can learn human emotions and act like a human. She never replicated it for fear of being used for bad things, so there is only one droid with it. Her faithful companion, Ageis. Ageis later falls in love with Val as they work to return her home.
After so long a chance finally shows itself, and Val gets to work on taking back what belongs to her. Making new friends along the way, and learning new things about her family, Val strives to fix this world and bring peace back to Redwood.

Kai Mitchell built her empire from the ground up. At just 26, she’s a force in both the business world and the dojo—an undefeated martial artist, a relentless entrepreneur, and a woman who refuses to back down. But after a brutal knife attack leaves her scarred, she withdraws, convinced no man would ever see her as desirable again.

Enter Chris "Duke" Lawson—billionaire, investor, and an enigmatic dominant with a past as entwined with Kai’s as the ropes he expertly wields. He’s been watching over her for years, first from the shadows, then as the angel investor funding her rise. He knows her as Kai, the fierce CEO, but also as Angel, the submissive who once captivated him in the underground world of BDSM. She doesn’t remember him, not fully. But he’s never forgotten her.

When business forces them together, sparks fly, but Kai resists his every advance—until one fateful night in his playroom shatters her walls. What starts as a battle of dominance becomes something far deeper, a tangled web of obsession, trust, and healing. Chris is determined to claim the woman who stole his soul, but first, he must convince her that surrendering doesn’t mean losing herself.

In a world where power is everything, can love be the ultimate submission?

I fucked the daughter of my best friend. Now I have to safeguard her.
Skye needs to learn how to swim in my infinity pool.
That sounds like a great deal.

And I know precisely what my malicious purpose is.

Take her in the water with my hands on her curves.

I know it's terrible, but she's as desperate as I am.

Our affair will be our little secret.

My former business partner, on the other hand, is out for vengeance.

He's threatening to go public and reveal our identities.

It'll wreck us both.

So I'll be one step ahead of him.
I'll protect her... even if it means marrying her

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.