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I’ve fought battles for the Empire for eighteen years, laden with honors and standing as its strongest bulwark—until an unexpected sneak attack by the enemy left me comatose.
When I opened my eyes once more, I found my daughter stripped naked by her classmates and paraded along the road on a dog leash.
My wife, whom I’d cherished and held dear above all else, had been forced to kneel before other men and endure unspeakable humiliation.
Even my elderly mother was driven to her knees, begging desperately for mercy.
How could the family of an Imperial General have fallen to such a miserable plight?
Three years. I was only unconscious for a mere three years…
Hatred spread like wildfire in my heart. I, Leon, have returned. From this day forward, I will let none of those who bullied and humiliated my family escape retribution.

In the year 3000, magic and technology flourish side by side.
Wielders of magic are no longer myth… They’re real and revered.
“Joel,” a humble wizard living a quiet life,
accidentally spends his last coin on gemstones,
leaving him broke and desperate!
To make ends meet, he becomes a livestreamer,
broadcasting his mysterious magical lifestyle
just to get through each day.
But then…
His streams catch the attention of “Jaden,”
the heir to a gemstone empire and an art collector obsessed with a centuries-old painting of a ginger-haired, opal-eyed wizard—
a figure he’s searched for his whole life.
Until finally… he finds Joel online.
Is it fate, or something more, that draws them together?
Can Joel unlock the mysteries of Jaden’s past?
A timeless love story infused with magic and technology will change both of their lives forever…

In a decaying city apartment building, law-clerk Maya Carter is drawn to the sealed door of 5B—an address that should not exist, yet keeps receiving late-night deliveries and whispering back from the dark. Behind the rumors of a haunted unit lies a battered woman in hiding, and a chilling hunt led by men who weaponize authority, gaslight women living alone, and turn silence into a trap. Tense, claustrophobic, and razor-sharp, the story moves through dim hallways, yellow light under a door, bruised wrists, broken locks, and the fierce urgency of survival.

That was supposed to be one of the most anticipated days of my life—the wedding of my best friend, Sarah.
But when I put on my bridesmaid dress, she called me a bitch.
"Get out." Sarah looked at me like I was trash.
"I don't want to see you at my wedding."
I stood frozen in place, staring down at the broken Cartier bracelet she had given me, now lying scattered on the floor.

Silver poisoning struck, and my mother's life hung by a thread.
I knelt and begged my partner Selene to use the 100,000 gold coins from our war spoils to purchase Moonlight Holy Water, but she coldly refused with a sneer: "An ordinary silver poison patient isn't worth wasting resources on." She then turned and spent 80,000 coins on a necklace for her male lover.
My mother died in my arms as I ground my teeth and swallowed my tears of blood.
But when the patrol came to collect the body, she finally discovered—the one sent to be buried deep in the mass grave wasn't my mother at all, but her own biological mother.
She had personally buried her own mom!

So, have you ever heard that saying that you shouldn’t feed stray animals because they’ll follow you home? Turns out that rule applies to demons too…
I didn’t even KNOW he was a demon, but now he insists he owes me his life. The catch? He can’t leave until he “repays the favor,” meaning he’s stuck following me around like some demonic shadow. The good news is, he’ll have plenty of chances to repay me.
Except… I’m starting to wonder if I want him to leave. Especially when he gives me that look, the one that makes my heart race. It’s the kind of look that makes me think I might not mind being saved a little too much.
Sure, he has a tail, but there’s something about him I can’t shake. Maybe it’s the way his voice drops when he gets close, or maybe it’s just because he washes the dishes after dinner. Either way, I’m starting to get attached. Not that it matters because he’s leaving. I know better than to fall for a demon… Right?

Fae are the WORST. Here I am, minding my own business when bam, I get yanked into a summoning circle. Honestly, whoever thought summoning demons was a good idea should be shown why everyone fears demons. Even better? This Fae spells me so I can’t go home until I kill someone for him.
The someone he wants me to kill? The woman who saved my life. Not only is she good, but I can’t bring myself to hurt her. And the worst part? She’s half fae too, that’s just asking for trouble. Now, I’m stuck, bound by my own magic, protecting her, while trying to ignore how much I want to stay. But I can’t. I have to leave eventually. Right?

Five years ago, my ex-boyfriend Jason said coldly when he abandoned me: "Charlotte, you're not worthy of my dreams."

Five years later, when I saw him again, he had become Floreton's tech mogul while I remained a simple sculptor. His new fiancée—a wealthy heiress—sneered at my modest attire: "Someone like you can actually afford to book a top-tier wedding venue?"

She stole my venue, crushed my fingers, and forced me to kneel and apologize: "Say you don't belong here!"

Jason stood by watching coldly, just as indifferent as he was on that rainy night five years ago.

I desperately thought this was my fate, until that familiar, furious voice echoed throughout the entire venue:

"What bastard touched my woman!"

My Bradley had arrived.

This time, I would be the one laughing last.

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.

Elroy has severe OCD. In the ten years we've been together, he's never allowed me to eat in his car.
On our tenth anniversary, we made plans to watch the stars together.
But just as I reached the mountaintop, my phone rang—it was him.
"Something came up at work. I can't make it tonight. You go ahead and enjoy the view."
The moment he hung up, I saw his female classmate's post about returning to the country.
Catalina was sitting in his passenger seat, holding a half-eaten piece of cake in her hands.
【Someone was afraid I'd get hungry coming back so late, so he specially brought me this little cake～】
Another picture showed Catalina's shoes—still on—planted firmly on the passenger seat.
【He says I'm the only exception to his OCD～ I can do whatever I want in his car, hehe.】
I looked up at the twinkling stars above me, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
This was the tenth time he'd abandoned me.
Every single anniversary without fail, this "female classmate" of his would show up.
I once tried to gently tell him: "I don't want to be interrupted like this every time."
Elroy looked at me with displeasure. "Interrupted? Catalina is my friend. Can you not be so petty?"
The cold wind howled across the mountaintop. Catalina's words stuck in my heart like a thorn, stinging until my eyes grew wet.
After ten years, I'm done with this relationship.

After I got pregnant with my second child, our two foster kids turned into monsters.
Ten-year-old Silas started hiding crushed glass in my prenatal meals. His eight-year-old sister, Lyra, would stand outside my door at night, whispering, "Die, Vivienne. It's your time to die."
When Silas violently shoved me toward the stairs, I packed their bags, ready to send them back to the agency.
But my five-year-old daughter, Elodie, clung to them, begging me through tears.
Foolishly, I relented. I let them stay.
Shortly after, I lost my baby.
I closed my eyes in absolute despair—only to open them and find myself back on the exact day I discovered I was pregnant.

Xie Yijin hated me more than anyone in this world.

He called me vicious as a scorpion, said I schemed about everything, stole all that belonged to Lin Wanwan, and destroyed the one he held dearest.

Xie Yijin shielded Lin Wanwan tightly behind him.
The eyes that once looked at me with such tenderness were now frozen over with unmelting ice.
He pointed straight at me, every word cutting like a blade:

"Shen Zhiyi, why don’t you just die?!"

I froze in place, my fingertips ice-cold.
Unconsciously, I still clutched that crumpled, yellowed candy wrapper.

He had given it to me when he was seven years old,
saying that when I grew up, he would marry me
and buy me candies for the rest of my life.

But now…
he only wanted me dead.

The night before graduation, a confession post blew up the school forum:
“Daphne, I’m gonna rip up my Harvard offer onstage during commencement to confess to you—my whole college future as my love token.”
The OP bragged nonstop in the comments that he’d locked down the state’s only full-ride Harvard scholarship, his admission was a done deal, and graduation was nothing but a meaningless formality anyway.
The attached photo showed their interlaced hands. That old burn scar on his forearm—the one he’d claimed he got saving me—stared back like a chain that’s trapped me for ten years straight.
I poured every cent, every spare hour and all my academic talent into building up his profile just to get him into Harvard. I even voluntarily stepped down from the scholarship race and passed the spot to him, turning down my own dream school’s interview in the process.
This childhood sweetheart who’d sworn we’d go to Harvard together only hours ago threw every promise out the window for a rich transfer student, willing to gamble both our futures just for a cheap, dramatic grand gesture.
I shut the forum tab, pulled up my email to the scholarship committee.
I’m formally taking back the scholarship spot I gave up！

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

In her previous life, Clara Bennett was switched at birth and ended up in the hands of a greedy adoptive family. Betrayed and used, she met a tragic end.

Given a second chance, Clara chooses to walk away from the Bennett family and returns to her poor but loving biological parents, the Howards. Everyone thinks she'll regret giving up her life as a wealthy heiress.

But no one expected the truth—Clara is actually the CEO of a powerful corporation. Not only does she lift the Howards out of poverty, she also marries the heir of a billionaire family.

This time, she's not just surviving. She's reclaiming her life and rewriting her destiny.

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

My biological parents and younger brother conspired with an adopted outsider to fabricate an elaborate lie about a "super tsunami about to strike." They staged an act together, tricked me onto a cruise ship, and locked me deep in the hold. The moment the hatch closed, I heard their voices through a hidden camera, toasting with glasses:
"Finally got that jinx locked away. From now on, the family fortune is all ours!"
But they didn't know that at that very second, a piercing system alert blared in my mind:
[Super Tsunami Generating. Countdown: 5 days.]
The apocalypse was real after all.
I seized the moment to bind with the Deep-Sea Fortress System, drained the family's entire assets, and went on a manic hoarding spree.
Five days later, hundred-meter-tall waves ripped the coastline apart.
Watching on the monitor as my parents and brother knelt outside the alloy door, tearing at each other, banging their heads bloody as they begged me to open up,
I cut into a perfectly seared, juicy steak and asked softly into the mic:
"Didn't you say the tsunami was a lie? So why are you crying now?"

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TRIGGER WARNING:
This book contains steamy sex scenes. Dark dangerous obsession, violence, dark secrets, Cheating,suicide.

“You’re mine, Heaven. Every moan, every tear, every fucking inch of you.”
Her breath shook, her knees almost gave way .
The altar pressed into her spine, Boyle’s portrait loomed above. Guilt and want collided, her body heated up at his claim.
Maverick’s free hand slid under her skirt, shoving it up to her hips.
“M..ave..rick no no we can’t.. it’s his a..altar… we can’t....”
His fingers found her panties, tore them aside with a rip. “You want a life?… I am your life!!You stay where I want you..where I keep you!!” he snarled, two fingers plunged into her without warning.
Heaven gasped, her nails dug into his shoulders. She was already soaked shamefully, helplessly.
His fingers curled, stroking that spot inside her that made her see stars.
His thumb pressed her clit, ruthless circles.
“Look at him,” Maverick growled, twisting her head toward Boyle’s portrait.
“Look at your dead husband while I finger-fuck you….even he can’t do anything”
“Maverick…stop…” she couldn’t help but moan



Heaven Kalabora’s life shatters the moment her father gambles away their fortune.
To save her family from ruthless loan sharks, she’s forced into a marriage with a man she has never met, the heir to the most influential military family in ivory city who was rumored to be impotent.

But tragedy strikes on her wedding day.

Trapped in a mansion that was never her home, Heaven learns to live in silence and bound by a name that isn’t hers.

Until one fateful night… she ends up in bed with her distant cold brother-in-law, Maverick Richard

What begins as a single mistake soon turned into a dangerous obsession,one that would consume Heaven entirely

Diana Moreau has spent her life surviving.
Crushing debt, loan sharks at her door, and a son slowly dying in a hospital bed have stripped away all her pride.
So when a dangerous stranger offers her a one year contract, ten thousand a week, Diana signs.
Alessia Vincenzo is cold. Untouchable. Lethal.
The ruthless heir to Horrixo’s most feared mafia empire needs a spouse on paper to claim her throne but her true plan is to burn that empire to the ground and destroy every member of her family in revenge for her mother’s murder.
She chooses Diana because the sharp-tongued single mother is unimpressed by power, fights men on instinct, and wants nothing from the Vincenzo name.
The rules are simple: play the devoted wife, smile for the family, ask no questions.
But nothing stays simple.
Forced proximity turns every calculated touch into fire.
Every cold command stirs something neither woman can control.
Then the devastating truth surfaces: the woman Alessia is avenging, the one she’s willing to destroy an empire for is the same woman who destroyed the life of the wo man she was never meant to love.
Will she be able to hide this secret as the past comes rubbing its face on Diana again?

Elena Santos thought she was fleeing the corruption of Los Angeles when she moved to the quiet coastal town of Moonfall Bay. As a former LAPD detective turned private investigator, she wanted nothing more than easy cases and peaceful nights.
She was wrong.
Within hours of arriving, Elena finds the body of seventeen-year-old Chloe Martinez washed up on the beach. The neighbors whisper about accidents and runaways, but Elena's trained eye sees the truth - this was murder.
Dr. Ryan Archer has spent five years keeping dangerous secrets in Moonfall Bay. When the beautiful ex-cop moves in across from his clinic, he knows his carefully built walls are about to fall. He's watched too many girls disappear, treated too many suspicious injuries, and stayed quiet too long. Now he must choose between his life and his conscience.
Sheriff Marcus Daniels has ruled Moonfall Bay for twenty years through fear and blood money. His fish processing plant is a front for something much darker - a human trafficking operation that has claimed thirty-seven young lives. When Elena starts asking questions, Marcus knows she has to die before she breaks everything he's built.
But Elena Santos isn't just any detective. She's part of a federal task team that's been tracking the trafficking ring for months. As the trap closes around Marcus, Elena finds herself stuck between a corrupt sheriff who wants her dead and a tortured doctor who might be her only ally.
In a town where trust is deadly and love is dangerous, Elena must discover the truth before she becomes the next body to wash up on Moonfall Bay's blood-soaked shores.
Some secrets are worth killing for. Others are worth dying to reveal.
A heart-pounding thriller where justice and romance clash in the deadliest of waters.

"You're just a pathetic slave wolf. This bond means nothing!" Beta Marcus sneered as he shattered the fake mate medallion, revealing years of deception in front of the jeering pack.
As a slave wolf born into servitude, Lyra has known nothing but chains and cruelty her entire life. When she discovers what she believed was her mate bond with the pack's Beta was actually an enchanted lie designed to exploit her rare blood for dark rituals, her world crumbles completely.
Cast out to die in the cursed Shadowlands, Lyra is found by the mysterious Phantom Alpha - a legendary figure whispered about in fearful tales. Darius Nightfall is not just any Alpha; he's the exiled heir to the Celestial Court, banished for refusing an arranged marriage and seeking to overthrow corrupt pack hierarchies.
In his hidden sanctuary, Lyra discovers she's not a slave wolf at all, but the last of the StarBlood lineage - descendants of the first werewolves blessed by ancient celestial magic. Her blood doesn't just heal; it can reshape the very foundations of pack power structures.
But when her former captors come hunting for the "escaped slave" and Marcus reveals he's been working with a conspiracy to harvest StarBlood wolves for an ancient ritual, Lyra must choose: hide in safety with the Alpha who sees her true worth, or return to face those who enslaved her - not as their victim, but as their reckoning.
The weak slave they discarded will return as an empress of starlight and shadow.

Caleb Riverstone was born as the Gamma's son into the cruel Moonshadow Pack, and his life was a nightmare. Marked by the reputation of being a scentless wolf, he faced unrelenting bullying, peer rejection, and paternal disappointment. Caleb finally collected enough money to leave behind the group that tormented him, despite his broken dreams and burning need to flee.

However, independence is only temporary. Caleb's calm solitude is shattered when the fearsome Alpha brothers of the Crimson Fang Pack, Lucian and Tobias Vale, enter his life with a shocking revelation: Caleb is their fated mate. They are ruthless and unrelenting, refusing to let him get away. As Caleb deals with his feelings and the implications of his claim, an impending battle between their packs threatens to shatter the fragile relationships they've formed.

Will Caleb accept his destiny alongside the Alpha brothers, or will the ghosts of his past and the foes waiting in the forest ruin their chance for love and unity?

When Alex, a mischievous art major, creates a fake online profile to flirt with his handsome but reserved roommate, Ethan, he never expects things to spiral out of control. Posing as “Emily,” Alex quickly wins Ethan’s heart, but as the lies pile up, Alex finds himself caught in a web of his own making. With Ethan’s childhood friend Liam growing suspicious and Alex’s best friend Jasmine egging him on, the situation becomes a ticking time bomb. As feelings grow and secrets unravel, Alex must decide whether to come clean and risk losing Ethan forever or keep up the charade and lose himself in the process. A story of love, lies, and the messy truth of being yourself.

"You're nothing but a stupid omega. I reject you as my mate!" Alpha Kaiden's cruel words echoed through the ceremonial grounds as he publicly shamed me in front of the entire pack.
As an omega, Elara has always been treated like dirt by her pack, forced to work like a slave just to live. When she finds the young, arrogant Alpha Kaiden is her fated mate, she dares to hope for a better life. Instead, he uses her, exploits her, and eventually rejects her for a "stronger" she-wolf.
Left broken and abandoned, Elara faces death at the hands of rogues when she's suddenly rescued by the feared Lycan King Alaric - a man whose reputation for ruthlessness precedes him. To everyone's shock, the cruel king shows a gentle side only to Elara.
As she finds refuge in his country, Elara begins to discover powers within herself that were always meant to be hers. But when her former pack faces danger and Kaiden comes crawling back, Elara must decide: forgive the man who broke her, or accept the king who helped her rise from the ashes?
One thing is certain - she's no longer the weak omega they once knew.

I killed my fated mate to survive.

Beta Shax Wulfric was the pack’s most ruthless hunter, sent to drag me back in chains. So I ended him. Or I thought I did.

Months later, he finds me again. Alive. Amnesiac. And utterly convinced I’m his wife… and the child in my arms is ours.

Now the monster who once rejected and humiliated me looks at me like I’m his entire world. He touches me like I’m something precious.

If he remembers, he’ll kill me.
If he doesn’t, I might fall for him all over again.

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

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

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

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

They want my heart. I just want my pillow.

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

Can't a girl just chill?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the rugged heart of the wilderness, where the trees loom like ancient sentinels and the mist clings to the mountains, lies a town that the world seems to have forgotten—an eerie place devoid of a name, yet teeming with mysteries and echoes of past atrocities. The town’s allure is paradoxical; what may first appear quaint soon reveals itself as a harbinger of terror. It is here that Joe and Emily find themselves unwittingly ensnared, their unraveling love set against a backdrop of impending doom. Joe, a man of logic and reason, is haunted by the life he once led. Days in the nameless town morph into a fever dream as he grapples with the palpable sense of dread. Every alley seems to hum with whispers of forgotten nightmares, every speck of dirt on the dusty street echoes with the pain of lost souls. Joe’s heart races with an unshakable urgency; he must escape this confounding labyrinth before it consumes him whole. Emily, however, is drawn to the quaintness of the town. Its rusty charm enchants her in ways Joe never could. The townsfolk, with their enigmatic smiles and hidden stories, wrap her in a warm embrace that Joe’s steady gaze cannot provide. She finds herself limping through the remnants of their marriage, it is in her burgeoning connection with Lucas, a strikingly charming young man with eyes like the stormy sea, that Emily discovers a thrill she thought long extinguished. As Emily dabbles in her new romance, at night, the howl of unseen beasts punctuates the silence, and Joe learns quickly that the woods are not only a physical barrier but a metaphorical one. They are a representation of his isolation and his fight against forces he cannot control.

Living large and happy has always been Emma Lee's dream, even as she knew that being an omega from the Silver Moon Pack that was ruled by the most ruthless Alpha Miguel Cooper would have a great effect on her life. She thought she would eventually be able to scale through, however, her dreams were shattered after she found out that the ruthless Alpha she has loathed all her life was her fated mate.

Thinking she could run away from her fate, Emma escaped from the Pack and moved into the city where she would try to make ends meet, but her fate seemed to remain unchanged as she found Alpha Miguel following her everywhere she went, it even became worse after she got admission to be a student of the best high school in town, and realized that the person she was running away from was her class teacher. Will Emma be able to cope?

"You can't be weak, wife. You now have three husbands to please. Tonight's the night we claim you. You can't let a simple wedding tire you, for our nuptial night holds trials far more demanding."Ezra whispered huskily, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Oh god!” I cried.
"Not god, baby. We are your demons," Ezra growled, pounding faster.

"Call my name, Xanthea,” Asher groaned and a tight flutter erupted in my belly.

"I can't… I can't take this… anymore…"
And then he hit a spot, and he kept hitting it again and again with every thrust. Sparks charged throughout my body like the lightning cracking in the stormy sky again and again until it was too much to hold back, too hard to… resist.


Xanthea Plath, an illegitimate child of the Alpha of Virgo pack, was an omega and omegas weren't allowed to dream, yet she never stopped dreaming. She wanted to be a doctor just like her mother but the luna of the pack, her stepmother would break her physically and mentally and stop at nothing to crush all her dreams. Xanthea had still found a way though all the abuse her steps put her through. But one day her world came crashing down right before her entrance in a medical college when she found out that she was being offered as a bride to the ruthless triplet alphas also known as the demon lords of the Infernal pack of the underworld. Xanthea had heard the horrifying stories of several suitors who had come before her, all of whom had met a gruesome end.


Dark reverse harem romance with 18+ explicit content. Readers discretion advised.

She was captured and sold as a bed warmer to a notorious Mafia Lord. On her escape, he was caught by him.

As their eyes met, she was stunned. Did she just find her second chance mate? She thought.

Her heart went wild, and so with her wolf inside. But the gorgeous man just looked at her with cold eyes. There were no traces that he felt what she felt. Her mate's pull toward her seemed to be not working. Until she realized by sniffing at him that he was not just a wolf. He was something more!

“Moon Goddess, I was just rejected by my mate, but here you are again, giving me a second chance mate, who is as cold as an iceberg,” she thought, whining.

Her wolf shouted, “Mate! He is ours!”

But then she was captured by the most fearful Hybrid King, who took her as his captive. But why did her heart go wild too as she saw him? There was no fear in heart for him but a familiar feeling of love and security.
She was already in a dilemma when her Alpha mate who rejected her returned to claim her!

Darn! Moon Goddess, whom would she choose?

He made a step forward near her. “You are here in my Thregonad Village Shelyca, or should I say she-wolf?” He darted her with a look that seems to be traveling down her every spine.

Princess Shelyca was caught off-handed. “How… how do you know? I am in my human form,” confused she asked.

He stepped one more time and then caught her face in between his big callous hands. “I saw it while I was trying to revive you but don’t you worry, I can keep a secret if you want it to be a secret,” he whispered.

“Who are you really? I can feel you are not an ordinary human,” she asked while looking at him this time. She wanted to determine what is deep within his eyes.

“You are right, I am not an ordinary human but I won’t tell you. It is up for you to find out." He eyed her while grinning.

“You will start your duties as the chosen Alpha's Breeder, whether you like it or not,” he hisses at her as his anger rise even more.
She braces herself and looks at him with her eyes dancing with mockery, “Let it be then, Alpha King Dantes. Bring me to the lair of any mateless Alpha and watch as he rips me off, listen as we moan, and never close your eyes as he thrusts into me so deep, fast, and repeatedly until we both gasp for air and shudder in ecstasy.”
With his face burning with anger, the King of all Alphas snatches her waist and plunges her onto his right shoulder like a caveman.
“You pissed me off completely, Zeta! Wait for a moment and you will find yourself being ripped off, gasping for breath thereafter, and writhing in ecstasy as you reach your goddam peak!”

She is the last in their breed of Golden Wolves; the most powerful werewolf with strong mental powers, but Daffodil never knew it.

Lexus is a Beta Warrior with a mission; to find the last golden she-wolf that the next in line Alpha dreamed of having as his wife to make him the most powerful Alpha in the Werewolves’ realm.

What happened if the last Golden She-wolf is the mate of the Beta Warrior?

And what is the truth, behind the Beta Warrior's identity?

Asalea’s eyes narrowed. She can guess that the event is a wedding ceremony. So, she will be attending a wedding occasion. “Whose wedding is this?” she asked the man who fetched her.

“Yours Madam.” He said and then got something inside his paper bag. “Please wear this,” he said again handing her a black veil with a tiara in it, beautifully adorned with black diamonds.

“What did you say?!” Asalea gasped in surprise.

“This is your wedding Madam.” The man repeated his prior statement.

“Who shall I be marrying?” with narrowed eyes, Asalea asked again.

“You will know later on. Be ready Madam. The wedding march will start.” Then the man step aside and motioned her to walk forward when the wedding march song started to fill the whole astrodome.

Asalea does not know if she will follow or will make herself invisible and run. She chose the first. She knows that she will be dead if she will run. At least they will not kill her. Looking at her elegant black gown, her veil with tiara, and the venue of the wedding; she knows she will be marrying someone of a high profile from the Glodeous Kingdom. She can still start her life here and then plan for her revenge later on against the Ecleteon werewolves.

With chin held up, Asalea made her graceful walk going to the altar. Getting nearer the altar, she saw the back of a man standing in front.

Asalea surmises that he might be her groom. “Hmm, not bad,” she murmured.

Slowly the man turned his back and faced her when she was already walking almost beside him.

Asalea’s eyes grew big when she recognized the man.

“Hello, my pretty vampy.” He whispered and intensely looked at her with his ocean-like deep blue eyes.

Glyndon King always knew that disasters start on starless nights. After the tragic death of Devlin, her best friend and confidant, she finds herself on a precipice, both literally and metaphorically. Haunted by the memories of the fatality and consumed by guilt, Glyndon returns to the cliff on Brighton Island, where everything fell apart. She hopes to find some form of peace or perhaps an end to her incessant pain.

But instead, she encounters Killian Carson.

Wrapped in sophisticated charm and an aura of mystery, Killian is a cold-blooded predator. His angular face and imposing presence hide a perverse and relentless nature. When he photographs Glyndon at the edge of the cliff, the line between savior and executioner becomes dangerously thin.

Killian reveals a dark side, a sick desire to capture the exact moment of Glyndon’s fall. He keeps her on the brink of the abyss, proposing a sinister deal: her life for his art. Trapped between the desire to survive and the dark magnetism of Killian, Glyndon must navigate through a web of manipulation and power.

As Killian provokes her and keeps her in suspense, Glyndon realizes that escaping this deadly game won’t be easy. His charm is as lethal as his disregard for human life. Glyndon is determined not to be just another victim in his collection of horrors, but every wrong move could lead to her destruction.

"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!

"You are like a father to me, I can't marry you."
"If you can't, then I guess you prefer to be an orphan if your mother dies."
Juliet Jones, was torned in between saving her mother's precious life, and getting into a contract marriage with her father's closest friend, George Watson.
And when she was left with no better choice, and the time is ticking faster on her mother, she got married to Mr George, to save her mother's life.
But unfortunately it was too late, and her mother died, after she had already signed a contract agreement with Mr George.