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SYNOPSIS
when betrayal shatters her world, the fallen princess rises from exile with vengeance in her veins and fire in her soul. In the shadows of her exile, Kaelith discovers a secret long hidden: she is a Luna, a being bound to the power of the Blood Moon, destined to wield its fury. The kingdom that cast her out will soon kneel or crumble. Yet as the Blood Moon returns, Kaeliths curse awakens with it and the line between justice and destruction blurs. Will she save her kingdom or become the monster it always feared?

I woke up and my husband hated me. My daughter was afraid of me. Everyone said I caused the accident.

But I remember the truth. Marcus was driving, not me. When that truck hit us, I threw my body over Iris to protect her. Yet when I woke from three months in a coma, everyone believed I was the criminal.

To save Marcus's life, I donated my liver. Now my body runs on an artificial system while he lives with my organ inside him and slaps me across the face.

My four-year-old daughter calls me "the bad woman."

My husband says I don't deserve the Sterling name.

And my "sister" Jade, she orchestrated everything, yet became the one they love.

In the end, I died in the desert.

When they find out, will they grieve or celebrate?

I was eighteen, working double shifts at a restaurant, when four men walked in and stared at me like they'd seen a ghost.

They said I looked exactly like someone they'd lost. Vivian Bailey. Missing three years. The love of their lives.

That night, they kidnapped me. I tried to escape, but every attempt failed.

For six months, they dressed me in her clothes, made me sit in her chair at dinner, called me by her name, closed their eyes when they kissed me. I was a breathing doll, a replacement they could touch but never truly see.

But as time passed, something shifted. Martin noticed I took my coffee differently than she did. Lawrence brought me mystery novels instead of her romance books. Dennis stopped flinching at my laugh. Philip actually smiled at my sarcasm.

They started saying my name. Eliana. Not hers.

I found myself falling for the illusion of tenderness. I almost convinced myself this twisted captivity could become something real.

Until they got Vivian's call for help.

I kept a list. Ninety-eight times my husband chose another woman over me.

Missed birthdays, ruined anniversaries, broken promises—all for his "patient" Sophia, who seemed to have a medical emergency every time we had plans.

"It's just my job, Emma," he would say. "You understand."

Ryan thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He was wrong.

After an incident, I was determined to leave him, and before I left, I gave him an unforgettable "gift."

So after this weird plague, basically all the alphas disappeared. Only a few packs had alpha bloodlines left, so they formed an alliance. Whoever could produce an alpha pup in the younger generation becomes the next pack leader.

I'm Natalia from Moon Stone pack. My dad's the alpha, I've got alpha blood, but I can't shift. So everyone treats me like garbage. My mom died young, dad remarried this beta luna who had Stella, my half-sister who's just a beta but gets treated better than me.

In my past life, at the mating ceremony, Damon picked me. I thought I'd won. Turns out the bastard was actually an omega using black magic to fake being beta. When we mated, we had an omega pup instead of an alpha heir.

What does this piece of shit do? Blames ME. Says I faked my alpha bloodline. Then he kills me and my baby and dumps our bodies with the rogues.

But I'm back. It's the mating ceremony again, except this time Damon's going after Stella instead of me. Which makes me think, did that asshole get reborn too?

I'm alive.

When I jolted awake to see March 15th on my phone, I could barely believe it—I should have been dead since August 18th! Marcus, my Alpha husband, had murdered pregnant me with his own hands for his "childhood sweetheart" Freya's fake death.

Reborn to the night it all began, I heard the familiar pleading downstairs: "Please, Alpha Marcus! My daughter is dying!"

This time, when Marcus fed me that lie about "special wolf poison" to trick me into breaking our mate bond, I smiled and agreed.

When wolfsbane burned through my veins, I heard my alpha say: "Save Yvonne first."

He said I was strong enough. I could wait.

So he gave the only antidote to the omega and left me dying.

Three months ago, Mason rescued her from rogues. "She reminds me of you when you were younger," he said.

I chose to believe him. To trust our fated bond, to dismiss the pack's whispers as paranoia. Even when he spent more and more time with her in his office. Even when he started treating her the way he used to treat me, gently organizing her papers, patiently correcting her words.

Now he almost killed me.

When I finally crawl out of bed, it's my turn to fight back.

I heard my fiancé Henry's laughter echoing down that hotel hallway.

"I only went after Maya to piss off Dennis."

Eight years. I chased Dennis for eight years.

When I finally gave up on him, when Henry spent years pursuing me, when he proposed with fireworks lighting up the entire beach—I thought I'd finally found someone who loved me.

Three weeks until the wedding.

I flew to his city with his favorite chocolate cake, ready to surprise him on his birthday.

Then I heard the truth.

"Those eight years she spent obsessing over Dennis made me sick."

"I'll just skip the wedding. Let her stand there in that white dress in front of everyone."

Fine. I'll let him think he's won.

Then on our wedding day, I'll be the one who disappears.

When my parents and my fiancé Gilbert asked me once again to donate my kidney to my cousin Yvonne, who was hospitalized with kidney failure, I didn't cry or scream.

I simply said one word: "Okay."

My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.

Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.

Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."

Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."

Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"

What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.

As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:

If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?

My best friend Cecilia framed me, causing me to miscarry at six months pregnant. My husband Zach destroyed the evidence I found to protect her reputation. To keep me silent, he even threatened me with my mother's life.

Pain wasn't just a feeling, it was a rusted, serrated blade dragging inch by excruciating inch from my gut to my sternum.

I forced my eyes open against the harsh, unforgiving fluorescents of the ICU. Gauze. So much gauze, heavy and soaked with my own blood.

"Recipient's heart is stable. No signs of rejection."

The nurse’s hushed voice bled through the crack in the door.

"But bed one... the delay was too long. Her uterus was necrotic. We had to remove it."

I bit down on my cracked lip until I tasted copper.

So this was it.

The grand finale my beloved family had orchestrated for me.

Twenty-five years of being overlooked.
My husband Steven prefers my best friend Liliana, and my son Terry and grandson Roy treat me like a maid.
I thought I could endure this life forever, but when Steven gave my dream trip to Liliana, I couldn't take it anymore.
I decided to leave and stop wanting their love.

I think I'm dead.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in an abandoned amusement park, and my body was sitting on that slowly turning carousel.

I was only ten years old. I don't know how I died.

Detective Sarah, the blonde officer, promised to find the truth. So I followed her, watching her peel away layer after layer of lies—

In my diary, I wrote down all my fears and all my waiting.

On the phone, Mom sent that video of me laughing.

In the autopsy report, evidence of long-term abuse filled every page.

Mom had been saving money for three years, saying she'd take me away. That afternoon she picked me up from school and said, "We're really leaving this time."

Then what happened? Why did I die at the amusement park? Why was Mom's first reaction after my death not to call the police, but to—

I thought Mom came to save me.

Until I saw the text message she sent...

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

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.

I've caught my fiancé Henry cheating ninety-nine times. And every single time, I forgave him.

That's because I have this rare condition—short-term memory loss. Every morning, I wake up with no memory of what happened the day before.

But then, out of nowhere, a car accident actually cured me.

I was so excited. I rushed over to tell Henry the good news, but stopped cold when I heard him outside the door, joking around with his friends:

"Didn't Judy get sick because she walked in on you and Kenna having sex?"

I'm the only daughter of a mafia leader. I married Marco, an outsider, against my father's wishes.

Six months ago, my father died in a car accident. Marco took over part of the family business. One day when I was feeling down, I passed through the slums and saved a girl named Gianna who was being beaten for stealing food. I took her in as my assistant and treated her like a sister.

But when I was six months pregnant, I walked into the company break room and found Gianna in lingerie, seducing Marco.

I ordered my guards to send her back to the slums immediately.

Marco tried to plead for her. I cut him off coldly: "I don't want to see her again."

He went silent for a moment but didn't oppose my decision.

Over the next three months, Marco seemed warm and caring on the surface but grew increasingly distant. I thought he was just busy with work and decided to help him after the baby was born.

My due date is this week.

Last night, Marco lulled me to sleep like always, his voice so gentle.

But now when I wake up, I find myself lying in the middle of a deserted forest.

And my husband, holding Gianna whom I had sent away, looked at me arrogantly and said, "Since you love sending people away so much, I suppose it shouldn't be a problem for me to send you here to give birth, should it?"

No one would believe that Lorenzo Moretti's wife—the mafia Don's wife—

had to kneel in his study and beg him to approve three hundred thousand dollars to save her brother's life.

All because he thought a woman from Brooklyn's slums needed constant reminding of her place.

Just last night, kidnappers sent photos of my brother's severed finger, and I got on my knees begging him to sign that goddamn form.

His trusted advisor Sofia stamped "REJECTED" in red ink, sneering: "Insufficient proof."

Lorenzo didn't know I endured this humiliation because I once loved him.

Now Sofia told me my brother was dead, dumped in the Hudson River.

I don't need to be his caged canary anymore.

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...

I'm an ancient vampire prince who's been playing human boyfriend to a demon hunter.
Big mistake.
She's completely unhinged—GPS tracking, 24/7 surveillance, the works.
When she threatens to dump me unless I surrender all my secrets, I do the unthinkable:
I actually say yes.
Too bad she doesn't know her "helpless" boyfriend has been the one keeping her alive all this time.

“Not so fast, carrot head. The party just started,” Alex said. “You're like a little pest… why are we always drawn to you?” Austin asked.
“I sure am,” Alex smiled. Now I was sandwiched between them, my heart racing so fast I felt like I was going to pass out.
“Leave me alone!” I screamed and tried to run. But I was trapped. Before I realized it, Austin crashed his lips into mine. My mind almost exploded. I had never kissed anyone before.
I felt Alex, who was behind me, shove his hand beneath my chest, cupping my breast with his large hand while he moaned. I fought with all my might.
What was going on? Why were they doing this? Didn't they hate me?


Stormi, once a nobody-wants omega, found herself at the center of a tale spun by the moon goddess.Four notorious wolves known for their bad-boy antics and her bullies, were destined to be her mates.

"You fucking still love her!" I yelled, holding back my tears. "All you do is see what she wants you to see" I poked his chest.

"Vanessa, I don't..."

"You don't what?" I dared him.

"I don't... I don't know what you're saying" He stuttered.

"You're not even sure." I shook my head. "Would you choose me over her?"

"Vanessa..." Richard called out

"Answer me!" I yelled

"I don't know okay? I don't know!" He yelled back.

"That's what I thought" I laughed painfully, grabbing my things and running out of the house.


Vanessa Willow, a well known event planner in her city crossed path with Richard Blackwood, a CEO of a Tech Invention Company. They didn't start on good footing since Richard portrayed himself initially as an egoistical, perverted and annoying client. All Vanessa wanted was to be done with the project that brought them to be together but Richard wanted more.

A night together leads to a tragic event in the life of Vanessa. Vanessa lost everything including herself but she had only one reason to keep pushing. She knew she wouldn't have trusted the Rich Billionaire. She thought she knew him better but it turned out she didn't. Where does she go from here? Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel? Will she be able to heal? Will she overcome this phase? Is she willing to forgive despite the fact that she has forgotten?

But first of all, What exactly happened between them?

I guess we'll read to find out.

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

"You can do more than saying sorry." He raised my chin up, his eyes boring into mine.

"H..how?"

His lips lifted up into a cocky smirk. "By showing action."

My face squeezed into a small frown, then a scoff followed suit. "You mean by getting down on my knees?"

"Sounds better coming from you." He brushed his thumb on my lips, startling me a bit. My heart picked up its pace.

His eyes flickered between my eyes and lips, "sure I want you to get on your knees, Kinky, and use your pretty mouth...but not to apologize." He pushed his thumb forward, parting my lips open.

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‎Deprived of parental love. ‎Subjected to being her sister's shadow. What Uriel didn't expect was to be a pawn in Ryder Connell's sick game.
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‎What started as a bully relationship because 'the golden boy' couldn't take rejection, pivoted into something dangerously emotional only to crash because it wasn't mutual.
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A bet. That was all it was to Ryder.
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‎Uriel is devastated but that's not all. Her sister was going to stop at nothing until Uriel burned to the ground. Uriel has reached rock bottom and is ready to fight back. But what if she was bound to fail from the beginning?

‎"By next week, your heart should fetch me my money. But I'd like for you to do something for me first... sign the consent form, Madison Turner."
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‎It wasn't a question. It was an order.
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‎*_*
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‎Not all devils had tails and horns.
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‎Alessandro Bianchi was the perfect example - a devil wrapped in the body of a Greek God. He is breathtakingly beautiful on the outside, but ruthless in his dealings.
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‎One debt. One reckless deal.
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‎Now, my soul was tied to a monster who refuses to let me go. A man who wants to own every inch of me, my blood and my body.
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‎Until -
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‎I became his worst nightmare. The daughter of the man he swore to wipe out his entire lineage. I was the blood of his greatest enemy.
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‎What were the odds he’d spare her life when he found out her true identity? Or would he eventually realize that the only thing more dangerous than his hate... was the way he craved his enemy's daughter?
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‎Dive into a world of obsession, blood feuds, and forbidden desire. A journey of secrets, lies and deadly truths.
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Lucien contributed, “I can be. I will put this in order. Be thou my Luna.”
“No,” she said.
Lucien drew his eyes together. “Why not?”
She said, “Because I am not your second chance. I will start by myself.”
Aria was born at the very bottom of the pack hierarchy and had spent her whole life serving these people who stepped on her, and particularly the Alpha King, Lucien Nightfall, a ruthless and highly influential king that could not tolerate any feebleness in his kingdom.
However, when it comes time to make the revelations of the Moon Rite, when mated pairs are unveiled under the full moon, everything is crushed.
Aria is predetermined with the Alpha King Lucien.
In front of the whole kingdom, he turns her away, and instead brings a mighty she-wolf of a noble family.
Aria sinks in brokenness; she vanishes, but does not die.
Instead, She evolves.
When her death is changed into life again by the fix of Fate :more potent, more beautiful, more mysterious, Lucien has to confront a frightful fact:
He has possibly disliked his mate…
But the Moon has made her Queen.
And now, she is back, waiting for no one now, not even love, seeking revenge.

Be my imperfection is a reverse harem in the year 2050 after a failed experiment lead to the destruction of the world where humans were prey to mutants/ vampires. World leaders were killed and humans were seperated into categories and ranks and sent to compounds to get killed or used.
The world is dominated by five unique vampires who fall in love with a human girl who is not pretty since she was scarred for life by her own sister and her billionaire family reproaches her.
The story will go from sad and painful to hurt and challenging. Secrets will be uncover and each character will have a role to play and the plan that they had will be ruined due to that.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he murmured against my ear. "But if you don't..."
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.


Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.

He chuckled, low and dark, as my hands betrayed me, reaching out to trace the lines of his tattoos. The ink was warm beneath my fingertips, the patterns intricate-some sharp and angular, others flowing like water. I followed the path down his chest, my nails scraping lightly over his abs, feeling the way they tensed under my touch. My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, my movements clumsy with need. The zipper gave way with a sharp snik, and I pushed the
denim and the briefs down his hips, my breath hitching as his cock sprang free.

Thick. Heavy. Veined. The head was already slick with pre-cum, glistening under the dim light. I swallowed hard, my thighs pressing together involuntarily,trying to quell the ache between my legs, but it only intensified, a throbbing reminder of my body's betrayal.

It was larger than she'd imagined, There's no way that's fitting inside me. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.

He noticed. Of course he did. His gaze darkened, his lips curling as he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off.

"Like what you see, little hybrid?”


Lyra Soren is a rare vampire-wolf hybrid, hunted and alone… until the deadly Alpha King, Darius Kade, claims her as his mate. Their bond is fierce, forbidden, and irresistible, pulling them into a web of desire, betrayal, and blood-soaked secrets. Survival will mean facing enemies, uncovering dark family truths, and surrendering to the man she hates—and wants.

Roxy Elliot is fed up with her non-existent love life. She is dying to turn in her V-card, but no matter how often she throws herself at a man, it never goes anywhere. If she didn't know any better, she might think she was cursed. Now, though, she's just been tapped to take her turn as the caretaker of the family business--a safehouse that caters to paranormal beings. She knows nothing about their next client, but the minute she sees him, she knows she's in trouble.Donovan Warren is a battle-worn dragon who has danger on his trail. He needs a safehouse, and he needs it now, but the minute he meets the caretaker, he recognizes the risk. She's a maiden, and everyone knows dragons can't resist maidens. What everyone doesn't know--it's a dragon's lust that makes him lose control. Now, he has to resist the beautiful temptation of a woman who drives him to distraction in order to keep them both safe.Yet, when someone…or something…threatens Roxy, Donovan soon finds himself embroiled in a situation he never saw coming. Thanks to a promise to a purple-haired pixie, he will fight to the death to protect the maiden who could be his destruction...or his salvation…as he becomes the Dragon Next Door.

Ivy Carter's life is about to take a drastic turn. A college student with a normal routine, she is unaware of the shadows that lurk in the city. But when she catches the eye of Alpha Damian Blackthorn, the most powerful and feared man in town, her world is turned upside down. As his fated mate, Ivy's drawn into a world of danger and desire, where two ruthless predators, Damian and vampire CEO Lucien D'Amato will stop at nothing to claim her.
With her life hanging in the balance, Ivy must navigate this treacherous new world and decide her own fate.
Will she find love, or become a pawn in their deadly game?"

“Show me your breasts.”

One of the buyers came up in front of her again. His nose crinkled, lifting his upper lip into a sneer.

She raised her fingers to her bodice, obeying as she always must if she did not wish to face severe punishment.

“My lord” manager appeared in a gesture of respect.

Suddenly, manager stopped. His voice rised in a strangled manner.

Gayriel looked up, unable to help herself. Three years at the choosing house and she had never once seen manager flustered.

“That one.” said a voice.


Woman. Virgin. Sex slave.

Three words that describe Gayriel on the day she is to be sold into service.

But she want freedom. She expected it would be difficult, and she expected it would be dangerous—the very act of escape would forfeit her life if she was caught. What she didn't expect was him.

Dynarys Firestriker, general of the Amber Aerie guard. Dragon Lord. Half Breed.

His very blood is a legacy he must fight to overcome, and slipping a female spy into his enemy's midst is the easiest way to prove himself. But the slave he chooses for the task is anything but easy. Worse, she tempts his beast...


PLEASE NOTE: This is a complete series collection for Amber Aerie Series by Lacey St Sin. Seperate books from the series are available on the author page.

“I will give you space to adjust to your position...to understand the true scope of your power because you are a strong woman, Hellcat, and you will not be satisfied any other way. When you come to me it will not be through any means of manipulation, any bargain or power on my own part, but by your own initiative.” His hand cupped her face and his thumb ran over her bottom lip, “but, I am a man who gets what he wants,” he told her, “and you will come to me.”

Tianna Koehler was just a normal, everyday woman, overworked and over stressed, until she stumbled through the portal. Thrown into a world reminiscent of Earth’s long ago past she quickly becomes dependent on the kind doctor of a small village to teach her the language and keep her safe from the villagers suspicions. When a unit of daemon invade and begin kidnapping locals she knows she owes the doctor her life, and volunteers to take his place as their prisoner.

She doesn’t know what to expect from the dangerous and sinfully attractive daemon leader, Xor’annan, or why he would need to kidnap humans at all. When he leads her to a room with directions to heal a sick infant or die with her Tianna decides that the daemon are as cruel as she had been told. Now bound to the tiny girl Tianna must unravel the mysteries surrounding the baby, because her failing condition is the least threat to the infant. And somehow Xor’annan is tied to the core of it all.

Sara Mae Xavier is living every Omega's dream--she is the Alpha King's mate! That's until he betrays and rejects her. He also accuses her falsely, and she is sentenced to two years at the notorious North Academy, a campus made specifically for delinquent werewolves. She has no idea how she'll survive, being a weak Omega, but she soon realises that's the least of her problems. Her roommates are three Alphas, each with a notorious reputation of his own. But that's not the worst part...why on earth does she have a mate bond to all of them?

“You did something to me. I was running and you pointed some kind of weapon at me and now...” Mia looked around noting more women nearby.
“Yes, you are one who has been selected. It is essential you eat now. We must move forward shortly, the forest is not safe at night.”

“Selected for what? I don't even know where I am. I'm either super high or this is some kind of elaborate prank...”

She glanced at the other women. They were young, maybe even younger than herself. Two with dark hair and olive skin huddled next to one another, their eyes glassy and wide. They looked to be sisters, perhaps.

There was a blond sitting straight backed, her hands trembling as she lifted something to her lips and took a bite. The last was a pale little thing, huddled on the ground with her arms wrapped around her knees and her chestnut bob hanging in her face.

Mia finds herself captured by an exotic alien race and dragged through a portal to their world, Callaphria.
An alien violent world filled with alien violent predators. A world devastated by a decades long war...and the Livarians are the last of their kind.
Along with several dozen of her fellow women, she is given the task of choosing a mate and...breeding children. Not going to happen. Instead, Mia is determined to find a way back to Earth, but the more she learns about the plight of the Livarians the more she is drawn to them. And the more she learns about Draven, their prime...the more she questions what she really wants.
When she learns that something is hunting their people, Mia is determined to save them all. For the real enemy is not what they think.

The sequel Taming Tianna is coming

Isabelle Cruz is forced to marry Jacob Garcia in place of her adoptive sister. As far as she knows, Jacob is an illegitimate son who's an idler, reckless, and not worth much. Unknown to her, he is a billionaire CEO who's determined to end their arranged marriage as soon as possible.
Jacob Garcia is in a hurry to end his arranged marriage to his new wife, Isabelle. He doesn't think it's going to be hard. After all, why would a woman from a wealthy family stay married to a poor man? But he realises quickly Isabelle's is nothing like he expected, and that things may not go according to plan.

"Ember Hart, don't even think about escaping!" Asher growled, his grip tightening ruthlessly on my chin. "It’s only been how long since the rejection? Has your body already forgotten me? Liar."
The sheer, terrifying heat of his massive, vein-ridged length slapped against my face.
"Don't even dream of leaving me, baby. You can only be mine."
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I’m Ember.
For three years, I’ve been Asher’s Luna.
I always believed I could never warm his heart because he was born cold, distant, and incapable of love.
Then I saw him accompanying Chloe to her prenatal appointments.
For the first time, I watched him treat a woman with such tenderness and care. He noticed every little discomfort, shielded her from every hardship, and couldn’t bear to see her upset for even a second.
That was when I finally understood.
It wasn’t that Asher didn’t know how to love.
He simply didn’t love me.
Heartbroken, I accepted the truth and left the pack, carrying the secret of our child with me.
But when fate brought us together again, Asher stood before me with bloodshot eyes and a shattered voice. “Ember, I was wrong…” “Please.” “Come back to me.”

“Say my name, Cecilia.” Felix commanded.

“Please... Felix, please...” Cecilia sobbed. She held onto his powerful frame, completely consumed by him.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to see the raw desire in his eyes.

“Don’t think about him. Not now. Remember who is making you feel like this—it's me.”

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Years ago, Cecilia had sacrificed everything for Miles. She tolerated his coldness and his family's abuse, only to find him fking his mistress in their own home.

She just said, "Let's divorce."

She walked away with nothing but emotional scars, and the world laughed at the "abandoned wife." They predicted she would crawl back. Instead, she was swept up by the most powerful CEO in the city, Felix, who was ready to give her the world—and delicious revenge.

Serena Valente was born cursed—and now the Black Oath Pack claims her. Her bloodline carries a prophecy: her child will reshape the shifter world. To them, she is prey. To Luca Tharros, the ruthless Alpha known as the Butcher, she is the ultimate prize—marked by fire, bound by chains, and claimed by blood.

But Serena refuses to kneel. Her defiance sparks a dangerous obsession in Luca and draws the attention of Rafe, the loyal Beta whose desire threatens the fragile balance of loyalty and temptation. Meanwhile, enemies within the pack—Tirra, the scorned former consort, and Lazek, a vengeful wolf—conspire to destroy her before her power rises.

As poisons seep and battles rage, Serena awakens the wolf within—the fierce, untamed queen she was meant to be. Each act of resistance tests loyalty, ignites desire, and reshapes the pack.

Bound by prophecy, blood, and fire, Serena must decide: remain Luca’s chained mate—or rise as the Alpha Queen her blood demands. In the Black Oath Pack, claiming power comes at a cost—and desire can be as lethal as betrayal.

(Don't open this novel lightly, or you'll become addicted and be unable to stop reading for three days and nights...)
She’s masquerading madness to track down her missing mentor.
He’s playing the ultimate survival game by acting brainless.
Their marriage is supposed to be pure business – until explosive chemistry detonates every carefully built boundary.
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Catherine, the genius pharmacologist moonlighting as a ditzy socialite.
Richard, the razor-sharp heir pretending to be a paralyzed puppet CEO.
Bound by a marriage contract, they bury their secrets deeper than CIA files. But when late-night "research sessions" turn into panting encounters against lab equipment, their charade starts crumbling faster than a cookie in milk.
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"Grandpa’s demanding a great-grandkid." Richard cages her against the wall, his thumb brushing her parted lips. "How about we... experiment with some hands-on biology?"
As Catherine limps away clutching her aching hips, one thought burns brighter than her mortification: Who the hell said Richard was paralyzed?

"Give birth to my child, then get out."

With those words, Sean’s kiss fell brutally, ripping Susan’s nightgown open.

His fingers pressed against her clitoris. Sean flipped her over, pinning her under him. His swollen, turgid member quickly found her secret path. He thrust in violently.

Susan broke into a cold sweat. Sean nipped her ear. "Does it feel good? Is this what you like? I’ll make you pregnant, but you can’t stay by my side—this position is reserved for Victoria."

——

Years ago, Susan saved Sean and earned the chance to marry him. But she was damaged in that accident and couldn't conceive. She took countless hormone injections, losing her figure and becoming ugly. Finally, she could get pregnant, only to catch Sean cheating with the young, hot Victoria.

"In that case," Susan said, "let’s divorce."

Susan was bloated and had been a housewife for three years with no skills. Yet, she chose to divorce, even though she couldn't take her own child with her...

I had just found out I was pregnant when my husband handed me the divorce papers.

He looked at me with pure disdain. "You're not even worthy of me. Abort the child and get out!"

In the end, on the very night of his grand wedding to his "true love," I was crushed in a horrific car accident.

It was only when he held my death certificate that he realized his love for me had already pierced his very soul.

Years later, I returned with a new identity and my twin toddlers in tow, only to be cornered by that same madman.

"I don't know you, sir. Please show some self-respect," I said coldly.

He trapped me against the wall, his voice trembling. "Is that so? Then tell me... why do your children have my blood running through their veins?"

"Let’s divorce."

After three years of marriage, my husband’s true love has returned. He ended our three-year marriage with his own lips. Just like that, I was ruthlessly abandoned, and everyone is laughing at my misery.

I hid the news of my pregnancy and vanished from his world completely. I thought my sacrifice would give him the happiness he wanted. I never expected that when we met again, my ex-husband would confront me with bloodshot eyes.

"Whose child is this?"

——

As for the story after I left, I heard a different version. From the moment I disappeared, my ex-husband went insane searching for me all over the world...

“Evelyn, I can make you feel more fucked and satisfied than your ex-husband ever could.”

As the rhythm of our bodies quickened, I groaned and grasped the hair of the man above me. Ryan’s hand gripped and tormented my breasts, his thumb teasing my nipple, while his other hand pressed urgently against my clitoris.

“No matter who you were in the past, you belong to me now. Only to me.”

——

Evelyn had planned to announce her pregnancy on her wedding anniversary, but what awaited her was only the betrayal and humiliation of her husband, Damian.

Evelyn chose to walk away and pick up her drawing pen once more, reclaiming her lost glory in the fashion design world step by step.

But Damian quickly regretted his actions. Unable to control himself, he called her, yet the person who answered was not Evelyn—

“Hello, I am her current husband. You are interrupting us having sex.”

——

Evelyn thought she would never love anyone again. But the mysterious and powerful man known as Mr. K, who pulled her from the abyss, provokes her senses and challenges her emotional boundaries again and again.

"Look at me, feel me. It's me inside your pussy." Alexander lifted my hips, adjusting for a deeper position. "You're so goddamn wet."

I felt the powerful, rhythmic thrusts of his cock, forcing me to cry out Alexander's name.

"Fuck, it's me. The me who should have claimed you ten years ago."

—

Her daughter was dead, yet Eleanor's husband, who had been unreachable all day, was in the living room playing with their son and her stepsister, Claudia. The moment the hospital pronounced her daughter dead, Claudia posted a photo on Facebook—the three of them watching a meteor shower together.

Eleanor chose divorce and decided to restart her career. Just when she thought she would be alone forever, Alexander stormed into her world. He saved her from disaster and slowly seduced her into falling in love. But she gradually realized that perhaps he knew her much earlier than she thought—and that everything was premeditated...

Anya Kozlov was never meant to matter. Youngest daughter of a once proud Bratva family, she was born to be dismissed and dominated. To be weak. To be broken. Told she would be safe in an arranged marriage to lawyer Marcus Webb, her last hope for security is stolen when she catches Marcus cheating with her sister, Elena. Elena, who has always had the power and respect Anya never did.

The night the jilted daughter gets her revenge with witnesses present, everyone she loves is destroyed. Elena's marriage implodes. Marcus's career is ruined. The Kozlov empire is burned to the ground. Blamed for the tragedy, Anya is tossed out with nothing and spends years struggling for the little scraps of freedom she can cobble together, working two jobs and sleeping in alleys, while every living part of her fights just to survive.

Until the night she decides to fight back.

When armed men walk into the art gallery where she's working and she refuses to give in, it catches the attention of the last person she expects. Viktor Petrov. Heir to one of the city's most violent Bratva dynasties. Ruthless and legendary at thirty-one, he's known as "the Devil" for good reason.
But when Viktor sees the quiet fire behind Anya's fierce stare and bloody bruises, he doesn't see weak. He sees an equal. The obsession that ignites between them is instant, volatile, and deadly.

Fueled by a dark love built in blood and violence, as Viktor drags Anya deeper into his world, she uncovers a truth her family kept from her for years: she was never meant to be weak. She was meant to be dangerous.

And now, she is his queen.

Rowan Hayes was just another woman lost in the city—tired, broke, and invisible—until the day she threw herself in front of a van and saved a little girl’s life.

Now that girl, Emma Vance, refuses to let her go.
Her father, Asher Vance, refuses to let her stay.

With sharp suits, inked skin, and a voice that sounds like danger, Asher is the kind of man who gets what he wants—and never forgives what he doesn’t. He built his fortune on control and his reputation on fear. But Rowan Hayes makes him lose both.

As their worlds collide, the lies holding his empire together begin to crack. Emma’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is uglier—and far more dangerous—than anyone knows.

Caught between the child who trusts her and the man who tempts her, Rowan must decide whether love is worth the ruin that follows.

He’s power and poison. She’s the spark that might burn it all down.

For seven long years, I failed to make my husband love me.
Instead, he betrayed our marriage, slept with my best friend, and even got her pregnant!

Having had enough of the heartbreak, I walked away and filed for divorce.

I made him the laughingstock of the entire city. But the moment I stepped out of the kitchen, his jaw dropped. Free from the chains of a housewife, I am a CEO, a master mixologist, a world-class designer, and a woman with countless powerful suitors lining up.

Now, he's begging for me back. But honey, you're not even qualified to stand in my line.

A mysterious old man’s visit flips Yvette’s world, transforming her from a chaos magnet into a magic academy student. She thought the trouble was over. She was wrong.

Fumbling into forbidden zones, Encountering a man riding a dragon, and being brutally betrayed by her closest friends, Yvette is now a target—battered, bruised, and caught in endless trouble.

Then, he arrives.

A man so breathtakingly gorgeous he radiates power. He is done hiding. Stepping into the light, he chooses to face St. Daye Academy, vowing to stand by Yvette’s side forever...

"Me? Confessing to him? He’s not even worthy."

The second before I was supposed to confess to the school hunk, my memories came flooding back. The "idiot" was gone. I snapped back at him instantly.

"Is this ugly fool crazy today? How dare she talk to him like that? Does she have a death wish? Hahaha!" The crowd jeered.

I looked at my mocking classmates, my gaze turning ice-cold.

They had no idea. I was the Perfect Subject—the crown jewel of Organization X. Bred for peak intelligence and physical perfection, mastering more skills than they could count.

But the Organization got greedy. They wanted to harvest my genes to create a mindless army, turning me into a mere object. I slaughtered them all and escaped, but not before being hit by a top-secret toxin that left me in a "foolish" state for three long years.

For three years, I was the school's punching bag. The "ugliest girl," the "local idiot," the one everyone stepped on.

Campus bullying? Assassins from the Organization? Every bottom-feeder thinks they can trample over me.

They have no idea who they’re messing with.

Now that I’ve awakened, whether it’s the school bullies or the shadows of the Organization—I’m going to make every single one of them pay. Tenfold.