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"Moon Goddess," I prayed. "Please—save my baby. Save us both. I'll do anything."
The knife plunged into my chest. Pain exploded—white-hot, consuming. Blood poured over my skin.
The bond with Kael flared—bright and desperate—reaching for him one last time. But he didn’t come. He was with Clarissa, believing her lies, unaware of the child we created.
The second stab tore into my stomach.
“No,” I gasped. “The baby—please. Not my baby—”
They didn’t stop.
The blade fell again and again, until I felt nothing at all. Until the world faded to gray.
As my blood soaked the snow, my final thought was a curse:
Moon Goddess—if you care for me at all, give me one more chance. I’ll make them pay.
Aria Winters, an abused omega, learns her fated mate is Alpha Kael, bound to Luna Clarissa in a loveless political marriage. One forbidden night leaves Aria pregnant with the Alpha’s true heir.
When Clarissa learns the truth, she sends three assassins to kill Aria and her unborn child. Aria dies alone in the snow.
But the Moon Goddess offers a second chance. Time rewinds—Aria returns with her memories intact, and her wolf fully awakened.
In the love triangle, no longer a broken omega, she rises with power, purpose, and vengeance in her veins.
Rebirth to Be His Luna—not for love, but for vengeance.

I used to be the nation's top lock-picking expert. I saved countless lives.

But I couldn't save my own daughter.

At the dock, two children were strapped to bombs.

The girl had less time—I should've saved her first.

But my husband Damien held a knife to his throat, forcing me to save the other one first.

His illegitimate son.

I compromised.

The moment I opened the lock, the kidnapper ripped off the girl's hood.

I never expected her to be Rosie.

My five-year-old daughter.

She looked at me.

Her lips moved, forming the word "Mommy."

Then the explosion tore through everything...

After two years of marriage, I finally got pregnant. I rushed to my husband's office with lunch to share the news, but his assistant mistook me for a sugar baby trying to trap the CEO. She dragged me into a back room and dumped scalding coffee on my head. When I tried to explain I was the wife, she laughed and called security. They stripped my clothes, kicked my stomach repeatedly, and destroyed my ultrasound photo. I begged them to call my husband, but they smashed my phone instead. By the time he found me, our baby was gone.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me downstairs. His grip on my hands and feet ached terribly. I sobbed and wept, silent tears streaming down my face. I was powerless to break free, my left hand clutching my broken right wrist.

He was a beast inhabiting this mansion, inflicting inhuman torture on my poor soul. He had created a living hell for me, this pitiful girl, within his castle.

On this cold winter night, he threw my wounded body into the icy pool, arrogantly enjoying it all, drinking and smoking expensive cigars. A satisfied, cold smile played on his lips as he reveled in my pain. His face was filled with the darkness of sin.

“How...more...am I…still…standing?” I stammered, my lips trembling.

Zain paused, thinking. Then, turning away from her, he replied:

“Until you die!”

With that, he left. As he wished. At that moment, my wish came true; I died.

But not in a frozen pool; I was struck in the head by a bullet from afar, blood splattering everywhere—that was far more gruesome.

My consciousness began to fade, but suddenly, I opened my eyes again and found myself mopping the floor in an ordinary restaurant.

I was startled: What happened? I was reborn? This is unbelievable!

36 weeks pregnant, I was thrown into the dungeon by my own husband.

When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.

They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.

All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.

I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.

I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."

He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."

Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.

I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.

Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.

But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:

"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"

Her downfall came hours after her birthday when she found out that she was the mate of the very monster she hunted.

A father, tormented by the grief of the past, could do nothing until he found someone like-minded and formed the Alliance to fight those who took away the love of his life. He fought behind the screen while his daughter did what he never could - she killed the big bad wolf.

The years passed, and she followed her father's vision until an ill-advised mission led her to imprisonment under the command of an Alpha. Little did Enya know that misfortune would reveal too many secrets. Will Enya ever find herself in a tangle of lies, or will she perish with those who led her astray?

She thought she was happily married - until she was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer.
Then came the truth: her "devoted" husband Lucien had been poisoning her for years, all to avenge a dead lover.
On her deathbed, Calliope made a vow:
If life gave her one more chance, she'd rewrite every ending-starting with his.
Now reborn seven years earlier, she tears off the wedding dress and walks away from Lucien's lies.
To protect her family and reclaim her stolen legacy, Calliope proposes a marriage of convenience to Conrad: a cold, enigmatic firefighter with more power-and more secrets-than anyone realizes.
But Lucien is also reborn. And just as cruel.
But this time, she's not the naïve bride.
She's a tech genius. A business queen. A woman with nothing to lose.
And Conrad?
He's not just fire and steel-he's the weapon she never knew she needed.
They're not here to survive.
They're here to win.

"I want you to be my fake boyfriend.""What do I get in return?""I can give you money.""Money is not what I am after." He looked into my eyes and smirked, "I want you."Kylie Wade's happy life hit rock bottom when she found her boyfriend cheating on her with her own sister. To add oil to the misery, her adopted mother wanted to get her married off to a rich old man. Desperate to escape her fate and get back at her ex, she ends up hooking up with the captain of the football team- Elijah Crawford.What supposed to be was a one time thing changed into a dedicated courtship when Elijah took a liking on her.Was she ever going to be with that playboy? NEVER!Little did she know that Elijah had a secret- he was not an ordinary human but a werewolf.

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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“The night I caught my fiancé in bed with my sister was the night I stopped being the good girl.”

After seventeen years of blind loyalty, Leah Harnes walks in on her fiance tangled in sheets with her own sister.

Heartbroken, humiliated and desperate to forget, Leah does the unthinkable when she spends a reckless night with a hot stranger.

But then, her world shatters again when she discovers the man from that night is ‘Ethan Blackwood,’ her ruthless and dangerously powerful boss.

Ethan offers her a cruel contract; Her body in exchange for his power.

Except, a man like Ethan doesn’t do soft.

No romance. No love-play.

All he knows is control, pleasure and pain.

She swears to hate him.

He swears to own her.

Between her scheming step-mother, her vengeful ex and Ethan’s dark obsession, Leah is caught in a web of lies, desire and revenge.

But when love ignites between them, and enemies strike from all sides, Leah must decide to destroy Ethan to save herself or lose everything to the man who already ruined her once.

A man like Ethan, who despised being touched, but now, he craves the touch of only one woman.

One mistake.

One night.

And she ended up in the bed of the most powerful and dangerous man she could never have.

When Hailey’s private photos were leaked in class, her perfect academic life collapsed overnight. Humiliated and betrayed, she seeks a moment of reckless escape only to wake up next to a man who makes sin look divine.

But when she walks into the disciplinary hearing the next day, she realizes that the stranger she spent the night with was Damien Alejandro, a ruthless mafia king and father of her enemy.

He should keep her at arm's length.

She should fear him.

Yet, he’s drawn to her innocence, the one thing he thought he had lost long ago.

In a world of secrets and loyalty, their forbidden connection becomes a dangerous obsession.

And when the truth comes out, loving him might not just ruin her reputation, it might cost her life.

I never imagined I’d end up as Mrs. Alexander Kane. The cold, enigmatic billionaire barely notices anyone—let alone me. But when his grandfather's will demands that he marry and have a child within 18 months, I become his unexpected choice after he dismisses dozens of other women.

Why me? I don’t know. But I’m determined to make him see me as more than just a convenient solution.

Life in his world is nothing like I imagined. Beneath his frosty exterior lies a man haunted by secrets—and the closer I get, the more dangerous it feels. What started as a simple arrangement is quickly becoming something far more complicated. Now, I’m risking everything—including my heart.

Can I melt the heart of a man who’s never believed in love, or will I be the one left shattered and alone?

Abandoned in the forest by her desperate father, she survived alone for 25 years. Now, a mysterious billionaire offers her $10 billion to play the role of his 'bad wife' for five years. Faced with a choice between pride and survival, she chooses life.
Marrying into a powerful billionaire family turns her world upside down. As secrets unravel, she begins to uncover the truth about her real family. Torn between a king who drives her heart wild and a loyal knight who loves and protects her unconditionally, she finds herself caught in a storm of emotions.
Love, she learns, can make people blind and foolish—but it can also change them. For her, the hardest choice isn’t between two men, but between loving and being loved.

Born in a clandestine laboratory and subjected to experiments aimed at enhancing her cognitive abilities, Evelyn Ashcroft escaped this life thanks to Dr. Alan Griffin and now uses her intellect to help others. That is, until the day she is called to examine Vykhor Kael’seth.
Vykhor Kael'seth, a ruthless mercenary of an alien species known as the Kael’tarien, is captured by human military forces after his ship crashes. Weakened, he is held in a secret base where he endures violent interrogations.
Upon arriving at the base, Evelyn is intrigued by Vykhor's prosthetic, an advanced piece of Kael’tarien technology. She quickly realizes that not all of Vykhor’s injuries are from the crash and suspects that the military is torturing him. Under the guise of treating him, she sets out to repair his prosthetic, determined to give him a chance to escape. Meanwhile, Colonel Kane, the base's commander, closely monitors Evelyn, gradually revealing that she too is a target of a mysterious benefactor.
When Vykhor manages to activate his prosthetic and contact his ship in orbit, a military strike is launched to facilitate their escape. Kane, satisfied with having used Vykhor as bait to lure Evelyn, attempts to capture her. Vykhor, furious and determined to protect her, eliminates the enemy soldiers and escapes with Evelyn aboard a rescue shuttle. In the ensuing chaos, they flee the military base and head towards Vykhor's ship, the Narak'Tharr.
When Evelyn learns from Vykhor that Dr. Griffin is not human, she decides to tie her future to the Kael’tarien and becomes a mercenary at his side.
What adventures and trials await the two mercenaries? How will Evelyn use her extraordinary intellect in this new environment? And how will the relationship between Evelyn and Vykhor evolve?

A marriage bound by a contract, and she obliged to accept it. He was her boss, and she was his secretary.

She gave him everything he wanted, but her love was neglected, but when she decided to leave, he offered her a contract marriage to make her stay. But, someone occupied his heart, and he couldn't offer anything to her except his talent on the bed.

After their marriage, she endured the pain, but scheme after scheme destroyed her tolerance. Finally, she was ready to leave him, but suddenly he refused to let her go.

Charles seemed to feel her sorrow, hugged her suddenly, and whispered, 'Sarah, you can trust me. I won't ever be with her. You are different from all those other women. I really want to be with you. If I didn't, then I wouldn't have cut off relationships with all other women. Don't you believe me now?"

Sarah sobbed gently, 'If you have accepted that it's over with her, why do you still keep her photo in your wallet? Why do you still miss her? Don't you see how it's hurting me?"

Charles stared at her, 'She's just another woman from my past!"

The atmosphere between them became suffocating, and Charles said in a low voice, 'Sarah, have I told you that you could leave? Remember, I'm your boss. You are my secretary and my wife!"

Angrily, Charles shouted again, 'Sarah, I'm your man!"

'Uh? My man?" Sarah laughed and stared at him.

Tears began to slip down her cheeks, 'Are you, my man? Mr. President, I am just a mere possession of yours and never become your wife! Set me free, I'm begging you!"

Born an omega, Ava Daniels is used to being at the bottom of the pack hierarchy. She’s been abused, belittled, and bullied, especially by the Alpha’s quadruplets, her tormentors and the stars of Nightshade Pack. Her only hope is to leave the pack when she turns 18.
But fate has other plans. On her birthday, Ava’s world shatters when the Moon Goddess reveals her mates: the quadruplets who made her life a living hell.
Devastated and angry, Ava vows to reject them, determined to forge her own path. Yet, the quadruplets, realizing the gravity of their mistakes, begin a relentless pursuit of her forgiveness and love.
Will Ava stick to her plan and leave the pack behind, or will she give her mates and fate a second chance?

The stranger moved closer, closing the space between him and Anna.

His hand came up, gripping her jaw and tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

Anna swallowed hard, her pulse racing.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget about my dickhead of a fiancé.”


Anna Hawkins was never supposed to fall into the arms of a stranger. But after walking in on her fiancé having sex with her best friend, pain drove her into the dark corners of a nightclub and straight into the arms of a man with cold eyes, inked skin, and a body that could ruin her.

Their night was supposed to mean nothing.

But unforeseen circumstances throw Anna into a brutal world of betrayal, power, crime, and possession.

She wasn’t just heartbroken anymore.

She was owned.

And the most dangerous part?

She didn’t know how to escape from her cruel fate.

"What did you do to me?" he muttered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"You're going to pay for making me so damn hard last night, and you're going to pay for making me have a wet dream about you last night... but not today," he said, leaving me so confused.

"Get ready, Bluey, because you're going to be seeing this face often, and I promise you our next encounter will be you lying on my bed with your legs wide apart as I ram my dick into your pussy."


The fun kicks off when Sasha drags Bluey to a club and dares her to kiss a random stranger. So, she goes for it. But what she doesn't expect is that the handsome guy she accidentally kissed turned out to be an infamous assassin.
Knight Dwayne, who is known across the country by the nickname The Terminator or Grim Reaper. After that kiss, he becomes totally obsessed with her, vowing to make her his at any cost.

Tricia is a stunning young woman who, out of desperation, turns to prostitution to make ends meet. It's there that she meets Carlo, a wealthy married man with whom she begins an affair. In exchange for financial support, Tricia gives herself to Carlo, knowing full well the risks of being involved with a married man.

As expected, secrets have a way of being uncovered. When word of their affair reaches Carlo's wife, she uses her connections and influence to have Tricia imprisoned. Facing her toughest challenge yet, Tricia receives unexpected help from someone just in the nick of time.

Will Tricia be able to rise above her circumstances and find true love, or will she be forever trapped in a life of desperation and despair?

Three years of their contract marriage, Kathryn Alberto got tired of how unfair her husband treats her and requested to have a divorce. Lyon Alberto is a very busy man that he hardly remembers he’s married and it almost seemed as if he was forced into the marriage. Lyon rejected Kathryn request for he’s running for the presidency election and needs his wife till it’s over. Lyon offer her a contract to stay for 3months till the election is over. Kathryn accept but on a condition and that’s if Lyon stays with her 24hours. The Table turned! Things are about to get spicy! Now that Lyon finds his wife more attractive and his dirty past!!

One catastrophic night, waitress Brianna spilled creamy pasta all over a handsome bastard. After he ordered her to be fired, she kicked him hard in the groin, fled the scene—and swore she'd never see him again.
But destiny has a twisted sense of humor.
To save her sick mother and pay her sister's tuition, Brianna applies for a high-paying executive assistant job at A.C. Organizations. Little does she know, the new boss sitting across the desk is the very man who got her fired—Adrian. He's filthy rich, dangerously handsome, and utterly impossible to please. He hires her, determined to make her pay.
As his ruthless payback blurs into a dangerous temptation, can they keep their battle professional, or will they burn in the sparks flying between them?

He slowly spread my legs.

Now, I feel his big and hard was knocking for me to let him in. It electrifies my whole body!

Ughh...

'Ahhhh,' I hugged him tightly as he buried it a little bit. It's like something inside me is torn that I don't understand. This is what my best friend told me when she lost her virginity to her first boyfriend.

I saw the surprise in his eyes when he looked at me.

'Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't know,' he said. There is guilt on his face, maybe because he found out that I was still a virgin.

'It's okay. Go on..' I whispered to him. It's now or never. For Pete's sake, I didn't want him to stop, so I hugged him close to me!

He kissed me.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered to my ears. Damn, his bedroom voice is so damn turning me on!


Aaliyah Mendoza is a recent graduate with a bright future ahead of her.

But everything changes when she meets Daniel Sy, A charming playboy and the only son of a billionaire.

Their chance encounter leads to an unforgettable night that sets the stage for an unexpected journey. Despite the intensity of their connection, they go their separate ways and don't meet again for years.

But fate has a way of bringing people back together, and Aaliyah and Daniel find themselves crossing paths once more. As they navigate their complicated feelings for each other, they must also confront the challenges of their vastly different backgrounds and lifestyles.

How can the world revolve around a poor woman and a rich man? How can Aaliyah tame a playboy Daniel Sy?

"Isn't it ridiculous? Who would marry a lame man?”

“Even if he is not lame, no one wants to be his ninth wife!”

"One Billion Prize For An One-Year Marriage"" was an announcement posted on the wall of the University. It made Liona not think much about who she would marry. In other words, a sum of money could make her do anything.

Who would have thought that the man, Lucas Fernando, she was going to marry was not a lame man?

A successful man, the CEO of a big company, is ruthless and famous for being untouchable. Also, famous for his eight marriages.

Liona hoped that one year would end soon so she could leave Lucas, but an unforgettable night changed everything.

Why did Lucas get married eight times? Would Liona become his final wife or just one of his ex-wives?"

He is a porn star and he has no feelings for any woman
It is just sex, no feeling involved; so fuck me like a pornstar


Raelynn Martinez was moving clear across the country to start a new life but fate had other plans. On her way, she met an arrogant guy who she realized later that he is a porn star.

During the process, she unintentionally ended up having a night stand with him. This was however a mistake because after that night, sex with him became her addiction. This went on for a good couple of months until when Raelynn realized that it wasn't just sex.

However, things turned bad when she noticed that she was pregnant.
~ She was impregnated by a porn star who had no interest in her, and had no feelings for her. It was all sex to him.

Kyla is a determined woman who toils relentlessly to provide for her family, but her life takes an unexpected turn when she enters into a contract with a brooding half-demon. As she steps into an enigmatic world, she finds herself entwined in a lavish marriage to a family shrouded in secrets and bound by wealth. What adventures and dangers await her in this thrilling new life? Only time will tell as Kyla unravels the mysteries surrounding her and discovers the true power of love—and sacrifice.

Elena stifled a smile, but he already saw her mouth start to curve upwards and he grinned at her. She ignored him. "I'm serious, Chandler."

His smile was instantaneous. "Noted."

She licked her lips. Her eyes were wide and nervous, and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "And you can't kiss me."

Chandler tilted his head to the side and studied her. Pushing away from the car, he took a step closer to her. She held her ground, lifting her chin at his approach.

"What if you ask me to kiss you?" he said quietly. "Then can I?"

Elena exhaled shakily. "I won't do that."

"No?" Carefully, he touched his thumb to the curve of her chin. She shook her head, and his hand fell away. "Maybe you won't," he told her. "But hear me right now, love, I'd love it if you asked me for a kiss."
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When Elena Davis decided to move to Vacaville, she had just one thing in mind — to start her business over after she'd failed the first time she tried.

It'd be nice to live in the same city as her twin sister, and getting reunited with her university crush, Elijah Kendrick doesn't seem like a bad idea. But fate, however, has its own plans and she finds herself drawn to someone else—his brother, Chandler Kendrick.

She entered his court as a servant of shadow. He will rule it on a throne of blood and scale.
For years, the Vampire Lord Kaelen’s cold reign has been absolute. For Elara, a hidden dragon shifter living as a lowly maid, it is a reign that must end in ash. Her vengeance for her slaughtered clan is a fire she has carefully banked, waiting for the moment to reduce his world to cinders. That moment comes on the night of the Blood Moon Masquerade, where a single, searing encounter with a masked stranger offers the perfect path to revenge.
It was only meant to be a weapon. A way to get closer to her enemy.
But one night of forbidden passion unravels everything.
Now, Elara carries an impossible secret—a child that is both fire and blood, a living symbol of the war between their kinds. Her destiny is no longer just vengeance, but survival. When her dragon nature can no longer be concealed, Kaelen discovers the truth: the woman he cannot forget is the same one he has never truly seen, and she holds the key to his destruction… or his legacy.
A night of passion. A lifetime of consequences. A war of bloodlines.
As ancient enemies close in and the truth of the past ignites a new war, Elara and Kaelen must choose: will they cling to the hatred that defined them, or seize a throne built from the one thing that can save or damn them both—their forbidden love?

He's got callused hands, a slow smile, and a way with horses that makes her forget how to breathe.
Isobel didn't expect much from a trip to Wears Valley with her best friend and a troubled buckskin mare. She definitely didn't expect Ryder Callahan.
He looks like a cowboy through and through. Faded Wranglers, dusty boots, hazel eyes that see straight through you. But there's something underneath the easy drawl and the barn lot dirt that doesn't quite add up. A Rolex hidden under a shirtsleeve. A voice that carries the sharp edge of boardrooms alongside Tennessee grit.
He's keeping something buried deep, and she's getting too close to stop herself from wanting to dig.
Ryder came back to this valley to heal. Not just his body, but everything the rodeo and the life he left behind tore open. Training horses gives him quiet. Isobel gives him something he wasn't looking for.
But secrets don't stay buried forever. And when his two worlds collide, the only question left is whether she'll still want the man standing in the wreckage.
Sometimes the hardest eight seconds aren't in the arena.

I was never supposed to survive my sixteenth birthday. Born without the ability to shift into my wolf form like every other werewolf in my pack, I was branded a freak—a mistake that shouldn't exist. My parents tried to hide me, desperate to protect me from judgment, but isolation only deepened the wound. When they were murdered in front of me during a transformation I couldn't control, everyone blamed me. I blamed myself. The pack hunted me like the predator they thought I was, forcing me into the city where I shed my old name and became someone new.
For five years, I survived as a human nurse, helping people, trying to balance the blood on my hands with acts of compassion. But the past always catches up. When a dangerous man with cold eyes and secrets darker than mine saves my life, everything shatters. He knows what I am. He knows what I can do. And he's determined to use me for something that could destroy everything I've built. His name is Alex Bush, and he's not what he seems—a crime boss with connections to a world I thought I'd left behind forever.
Now I'm caught between two worlds—the pack that wants me dead and a man who might be the only one who understands my darkness. As I uncover the truth about my family's death, I realize nothing is what it seemed. My parents' murder wasn't the accident everyone claimed. There's a larger conspiracy, a network of people who knew exactly what I was and wanted me. Alex offers protection, but his price is steep: help him infiltrate an underground operation that traffics in rare supernatural beings, people. The real monsters aren't the ones who can shift into wolves. They're the ones who hide behind human faces.

You don’t marry the devil and expect to walk away…

Two years ago, I made the most reckless decision of my life. I married a stranger — a dangerously sharp Russian with eyes like winter storms and a voice that curled around your spine.

It was supposed to be fake.
A quick, quiet wedding on a borrowed yacht.
A loophole to stop my billionaire father from selling me off to some corporate puppet in a boardroom marriage.

But the stranger-the man I begged for help—wasn’t just some wealthy businessman in an expensive suit. He was Mikhail Volkov. A Bratva king. Cold. Ruthless. Calculating.

I left him divorce papers and two million dollars on his bed the next morning… and vanished.

But the past doesn’t stay buried. And men like him don’t forget unfinished business.

Two years later, under a new name and a quiet life halfway across the world, I thought I was safe. Until my new company gets bought out. By him.

Mikhail Volkov.

He came for me.

And this time, running isn’t an option.

“Why the hell are you calling me your wife?” I snap, shoving the contract across his desk. “I paid you off. I left divorce papers. Signed.”

He steps closer, all tailored dominance and lethal calm, his voice low enough to scrape against my bones.
"You don’t end things with me unless I say so, moya zhena. And I don’t marry… to divorce."

I’m not free. I’m his unfinished business. And now? I belong to him… whether I want to or not.

She's unwanted. Her mate left her to burn. But fate wasn't finished with Rhea.

When Rhea was chosen by her destined mate, she thought it meant freedom. Love. A future.
Instead, it meant betrayal. Left for dead in the aftermath of a fire set by her mate, Rhea awakens disfigured and broken, her wolf silenced by trauma. And the final blow? Her best friend has taken her place as Luna beside the man she once loved.

Forced to flee the only home she’s ever known, Rhea seeks refuge in Shadowhills, an unforgiving land ruled by Lycans. Silverfang Citadel is her only chance to train, to endure, and maybe, to reclaim a life stolen from her. But she doesn’t fit in here either. She can't shift. She can't forget. And she definitely can't trust anyone. Rhea must fight tooth and claw to earn a place among wolves stronger, faster, and deadlier than she’s ever known.

Yet as trials begin and bonds are tested, Rhea starts to feel something stir, deep within her blood, her bones, and her very soul.

What happens when the fearsome Lycan King claims her as his?
Would Rhea open her heart to love again?

Marriage, to me, was a sacred vow - not a business proposition. Yet, that's exactly what Hayes Caldwell, the enigmatic billionaire, offered: $200,000 to wear his ring.

Just 24 hours prior, my world crashed down. Fired from my job after pouring years into a project, I sought solace in the bottom of a bottle. That's when our paths crossed, and the night blurred into reckless passion.

But morning brought a harsh reality: our intimate encounter had gone viral. Hayes's solution? A contract marriage to salvage our reputations.

I hesitated, but desperation won out. Agreeing to his terms, I sealed my fate. Little did I know, the line between pretense and reality would soon blur, threatening to consume us both.

Rise of a God- Dion

Lead singer, sex god, playboy…

I know every single word they write about me. The good and the bad, and recently it's been mostly bad but the moment I see her I know…
Lola is everything I have ever wanted and I’m willing to risk everything on the biggest night of our career to get her.
Even if it’s just for one night.
One night.
One question.

Jealous God….

My life was perfect…until she showed up.
Elodie.
As guitarist for Dionysus Rising I'd been around my fair share of infuriating women before but no one had ever gotten under my skin like she did.
Clever, beautiful,opinionated and sharing my tour bus.
It was a recipe for disaster.
But falling for her? Falling for her might just be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.

Fallen God…

Once upon a tour, not so long ago a girl had broken my heart…
As lead singer for Dionysus Rising, I know my reputation, just like I know I should stay well clear of our drummer’s little sister.
But this is Lola, we are talking about.
It may have started in Las Vegas… but it’s going to end right here in our home country.
And it’s going to end with a happily ever after.

False God …

Everyone knew Celia was in love with our manager Erik.
Everyone but Erik himself.
So when a surprise wedding throws us together in the Italian sunshine, I don't hesitate in helping her make Erik jealous. After all, what are friends for?
Celia gets me, she sees the real me. It's the thing I've been craving my entire life but now she's on Erik's radar as well and I have a feeling I'm about to lose the game Celia is playing.

In a world where two wolf packs, the Moonblood, and Silver Claw, once fought a brutal war, Alpha Alex and Alpha Morgan are now forced into a marriage by the Moon Goddess to keep the peace, even though they are not mates and are both under a curse of not feeling the mate bond ever in their lifetime. Morgan is a stubborn Luna and Alex is a possessive and controlling alpha. The both of them can't stand each hold but are forced to be lovers rather than enemies, and not everyone is happy about this arrangement on both pack sides since the thirst for their enemies' blood and revenge is still strong in the hearts of members of the packs. But what happens when Morgan is forced into a contract with Alex to bear his heir as a sign of her loyalty to his pack, and Alex gets put in the position to either stand with his pack and kill Morgan or believe her innocence and fight for her after she gets accuse of killing their unborn baby?

A vampire can only share a blood pact with one mate. My husband, Duke Vincent, and I have been in love and bound by our pact for ten years. Back then, he swore his loyalty to me before the vampire gods.

But today, as his cursed first love lies dying, he hands me a vial of the oblivion draught and forcibly breaks our bond.

"Elara, Camilla is dying. Just give me three days. Let me fulfill her dream of a blood wedding."

"I don't want you to hurt. This draught just causes temporary amnesia. Once the wedding ends in three days, I'll go to the capital and get the antidote. You'll remember me, and we'll bind a much grander blood pact."

I stare at his uncompromising expression. Then I take the vial and swallow the potion without a second thought.

What Vincent doesn't know is that I brewed this oblivion draught myself.

There is absolutely no antidote.

In three days, I'll not only forget him completely, but I'll also head to the human capital to start my new job at the Royal Potion Workshop.

My roommate acted strangely—an eye peeking through the door crack, a lingering stench, and the shadow of a serial murder closing in. I struggled to find the truth, only to discover her rotting corpse in the wardrobe. It turned out, she was the first to die, and the fear had only just begun.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.


Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.

He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.

After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.

She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.

But the past never forgets.

Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.

Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.

Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.

No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.

Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.

How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way?

A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?

HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.


If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

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.

Alice, pregnant and vulnerable, is coerced onto a perilous ride by Frank, goaded by his malicious sister Amelia. "You love danger, don't you?" Frank sneers, ignoring her desperate cries that their child is at risk. After losing the baby, she's abandoned in the hospital. "Pull the plug on the ECMO," Frank coldly orders over the phone, amidst the clatter of mahjong tiles.

Amelia torments Alice further, screeching, "You're nothing but a charity case!" and framing her for corporate crimes. When Alice discovers Amelia caused her mother's suicide, she exposes their schemes.

Frank, ruined, exacts a brutal revenge on Amelia, screaming, "This is for our child!" before taking his own life. In the end, Alice, stronger than ever, finds love and peace running a seaside motel, Frank's final letter laying bare Amelia's treachery.

For the sake of the so-called family heir, my husband Killian is prepared to kill my child!
That day, Killian locked me in an underground cold storage at ten degrees below zero, all because there is an ironclad rule in the Vittorio family.
The first-born son shall inherit the family’s Mafia empire.
My eldest brother’s wife Ira and I got pregnant at the same time.
To ensure his elder brother’s child is born first, Killian made this insane decision.
"My brother and Ira’s child has to be born first. This is what you owe them!"
He ignored my pleas and forcibly injected me with labor-delaying medicine.
"Allowing this child to be born at all is already the greatest mercy I can grant you."
Killian said to me with undisguised disgust.
I curled up in agony on the icy concrete floor, feeling the little life in my womb fading away bit by bit, shedding tears of utter despair.
"My baby… Mommy is so sorry for you…"

I've been secretly married to him for five years, but he's never treated me as his wife. Our six-year-old daughter has never called him Dad in public.

One drunken night, I got pregnant. He gave me a marriage contract that came with one condition: secrecy.

I thought time would change everything. I stood by him through the company's darkest days. When I was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer, he didn't come. When our daughter was born, he was in a meeting. Every moment that mattered, he wasn't there.

Then that clumsy intern showed up.

From that point on, he gave her all his attention and patience. He broke his own rules for her again and again. That's when I finally understood: when someone doesn't love you, they just don't.

So I took my daughter and disappeared from his world completely.

But why did that calm, controlled man lose his mind?

I’d worked at my husband’s company for three years, only to be fired by him right when a promotion was within my reach.
It was all because I’d been swamped with overtime work one day and neglected the cat he’d given me.
When I came home that night and found the cat food hadn’t been refilled like usual, my husband, who had always treated me with tenderness, flew into a rage for the first time.
“If you can’t even take proper care of a cat, then don’t come to work at all. Stay home and raise it full-time.”
I parted my lips to explain myself, tears clouding my eyes, but he wouldn’t listen to a single word I said. The very next day, he instructed the HR department to dismiss me from the company.

In our strict, unforgiving religious community, lust is the ultimate sin, one that can destroy your soul and your reputation forever.

I just turned 18. He is 38. The pastor’s only son.

Eli Whitaker has been my darkest secret for months.

Long before anyone suspected, he cornered me in the empty chapel and made me sin in ways I never imagined. Rough. Forbidden. Addictive. Every stolen night I tell myself it’s the last time, but when he pins me down and fucks me like I belong to him, heaven and hell stop mattering.

Now our worlds are colliding in dangerous ways. Every Sunday I sit in the front pew while Eli stands beside Pastor Matt preaching purity and righteousness… while his cum is still dripping down my thighs from what he did to me before service.

The entire church is watching. Gossips like Chloe and Leah are always hunting for scandal. Josh wants me. Caleb keeps asking questions after Eli nearly beat him for commenting on how sexy I look.

One wrong move and everything will explode- Pastor Matt’s wealth, our family’s reputation, and this twisted, addictive thing between us.

He calls me “little sister” in public. In private, he ruins me.

This is our sin.
And we don’t want salvation.

We want each other… no matter how many commandments we break.

⚠️EROTICA⚠️

My fiancée accused me of not caring about family.
To make it up to her, I planned a luxury vacation for all of us.
But the night before we left, she told me she'd given my first-class seat to her childhood best friend.
Instead, she booked me a seat in economy—on a flight with a recent terror threat advisory.
The whole family thought I should just go along with it.
That's when I finally woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and rerouted to Hawaii instead.
I turned off my phone, leaving them to deal with the $20,000 bill.
It wasn't until their hotel reservations got canceled that they started to panic.

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?

"Get out of here with your dying bastard!"
My son suddenly fell critically ill, and the only matching organ was locked in my wife's family's cold storage. I stormed into the company with my critically ill child, only to be met with a severe suspension notice.
Everyone thought I was some lowly social outcast, someone they could crush at any moment.
Until I pulled out that dusty badge, my father-in-law, who controlled a New York business empire, was so terrified that he cleared the room on the spot, his legs going weak.
"Arrange surgery for my son immediately." I looked at him coldly. "If he misses the optimal transplant window, I guarantee your entire family, and this city, will be executed for him."

After being brought home by my biological parents, I thought I'd finally get the love I'd been missing.

But no matter what I did, they only blamed me for bullying my adopted sister. My husband would just look at me with disgust.

They thought I was cruel and evil. When my adopted sister was diagnosed with leukemia, they forced me to donate bone marrow to her.

I was forced to eat and exercise, gaining twenty pounds in half a month.

My adopted sister suddenly looked at me and said, "Sis, to tell you the truth, I don't have leukemia at all. I'm just playing with you. When you die on the operating table, I'll be with your husband."

I felt so sick I wanted to die.

But I couldn't die.

I had to survive.

I had to crawl out of this hell alive!

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."