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I'll do anything!" she pleads, grabbing my hands. "I'll do anything. Just let him go. He made a mistake." "That's not an excuse. It was a costly mistake." "Please. I'll do anything you want. Anything at all." I let the silence hang in the air between us as I think carefully, my eyes drawn to how firm and full her tits are. "Anything, princess?" She lets go of my hands and straightens, raising her chin. I watch as she swallows nervously. "Y-Yes. Anything at all."

I raise my fingers to her face, smearing my thumbs with her tears. I trail them down her strong jaw, to her throat, over the small hollow between her collarbones, the skin of her chest, stopping between her tits. I circle the spot quietly while she holds her breath, perhaps in anticipation.
"Would you let me fuck you, Titania?" - Feisty, yet innocent Titania Williams is best known for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and this time she's getting more than she bargained for.
When her dear Uncle Patrick betrays one of the most powerful Mafia Lords in New York, Kristoff Stavkros, Titania is caught unexpectedly in the underworld web of crimes and deceit. To save her uncle's life, she makes Kristoff an offer.

She'll be his for a month. Thirty days, he owns her body. Stupid, right? But Titania plays by the rules. But how can she come out victorious when Kristoff keeps changing the rules and is hell-bent on making her his forever?

Three years since I married into the Hawthorne family, I had already lost two children.
And the one who decided whether my babies lived or died wasn't a doctor—it was a potted plant in the manor's living room: the Crimson Orchid.
In this family, if the petals withered and reeked after drinking the pregnancy blood, it was an unbreakable rule: the child had to go.
The first two times, all I could do was lose my children in despair under the anesthetic mask at some underground clinic.
To save my third pregnancy, I secretly went to a top medical center out of state for an amniocentesis.
The diagnosis, there in black and white, proved it: my baby was perfectly healthy and carried the purest family bloodline.
I thought I was safe this time. But when my finger blood dripped into the black soil again, the orchid once more oozed foul-smelling black water.
My in-laws crushed my medical report underfoot without mercy and had their people drag me toward the operating table.
I couldn't understand it: the scientific evidence clearly confirmed my child was healthy and pure-blooded.
Why did they insist on trusting a mutated, stinking flower and killing their own grandchildren over and over again?

My brother Miles blames me for our parents' deaths.
So he chose to adopt the deaf Vivian instead of keeping me.
Later, I met Sullivan.
He gave me a grand confession. He chose me, resolutely.
He also said I hired someone to assault Vivian—that I didn't deserve sympathy.
Five years after being cast out of my family, a dismembered female body was found inside a carnival mascot costume.
Miles, now a police officer, led the investigation. Sullivan, now a forensic pathologist, performed the autopsy.
They saw the bloodstained hearing aid and immediately called Vivian.
"I'm fine. I just saw the news—some big case. Should we tell Sis to be careful too? What if something happens to her?"
They refused, almost in unison.
"The moment she killed our parents, she stopped being my sister."
"She was jealous of you. She did too many terrible things. If she's dead, she had it coming."
My soul hovered in the air, watching them. I laughed until I cried.
But when they found out the victim was me—
Why did they both go mad?

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

irectly in front of me.
Only the night before, she’d been curled up in my arms, her warm fingertips brushing my collarbone, our bodies tangled in tender, loving intimacy.
Yet the toe tag fastened around her ankle was etched with cold, unflinching words: Su Wan, Female, 22. Cause of death: fatal fall from height. Time in morgue custody: 365 days.
She had been dead for an entire year.
Just what in the hell was the woman who’d gasped beneath me night after night, who’d lived beside me day in and day out for six whole months—the woman I’d called my girlfriend?

As the tyrant ruling the underworld, Victor was ruthless and bloodthirsty, showing no mercy to anyone.

Women who tried to climb into his bed usually didn’t even get a whole corpse, yet I was the only one he kept by his side.

I’d taken a poisoned bullet for him, and nearly bled to death on the rotting floor of a safe house giving birth to his son.

He once kissed the bullet scar on my shoulder and promised me that when he sat on the godfather’s throne, I would be his only family matriarch.

But the moment he slipped on that black onyx ring symbolizing power, he carried another woman into the master bedroom of the manor.

I burst for the door, and he ordered his bodyguards to pin me outside, forcing me to listen to their sounds of passion all night long.

I banged on the door like a madwoman, so he slammed my paintbrush-wielding right hand in the heavy oak doorframe and crushed it mercilessly.

I finally caved when he threatened to cut off my mother’s hospital treatment.

My husband's foster sister, Delilah, gets poisoned and ends up paralyzed. My husband, Grayson, the Don of this whole crime family, doesn't even bother checking the security cameras. He just throws me, two months pregnant, into the cistern where they punish traitors.

"Tessa, hand over the antidote, or die."

I kneel in the freezing swamp water and beg him. I didn't poison her.

He answers with a kick to the stomach.

For three straight days, I suffer down there. Leeches tear into my skin. My baby turns into a pool of black blood and dissolves into the filthy water. By the end, my vocal cords tear to shreds, my body goes cold, and I stop breathing.

His men get on their knees and beg him to spare me. He just sneers.

"That woman's always been good at playing the victim. No food, no medicine. Let her keep soaking."

Three days later, he finally walks into the cistern, and it's only to give me an ultimatum.

"Crawl out and apologize to Delilah on your knees. Otherwise I'll strip you of your title and sell you off to a trafficking ring. You'll wish you were dead."

No one answers him.

He has no idea. I already am.

The second the avalanche came down, I called my mate. Karl. Captain of the Pack Guard's First Squad.

He dug me out, carried me onto the helicopter, and told the pilot to take off before the second rescue team even got there.

He didn't know Delilah was buried in the same slide. The girl he'd never gotten over.

By the time they reached her, she'd been under the snow for three hours in twenty below.

Karl stood in the morgue all night.

He came back the next day and just gave me a small smile. "It wasn't your fault. You were carrying our pup. Of course you came first."

For a month after that, he was gentler than he'd ever been. He cleared his schedule to take me to every checkup. Cooked for me himself. Put the crib together, the dresser too. Every single thing in the nursery lined up exactly right.

I thought that avalanche had finally buried Delilah. That it had given him back to me.

Until the day I went into labor.

He sent every doctor and nurse out of the delivery room. There was a silver scalpel in his hand.

The moment he cut me open, I saw the red in his eyes.

Our pup was still crying, small and weak, and he never even looked. He threw us both into the incinerator.

"If it weren't for you, Delilah would still be alive. Your life for hers."

Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the moment the avalanche hit.

The night before the SAT, I brought homemade pastries from our bakery to share with the whole class.

The next day, over thirty students collapsed at the testing center. The exam was voided.

I became the target of everyone's rage. My family fell apart. I ended up in a detention cell.

The internet tore me apart. My classmate Lainey Prescott went on camera sobbing, saying all she wanted was for me to own up to what I did.

While I was in detention, I found out my mom had a mental breakdown and jumped off the overpass outside of town.

That same night, I went into the river too. The water was freezing.

When I open my eyes, Lainey is right there. She's holding that same sheet of paper with everyone's signatures, smiling like nothing's wrong, eyes just as calculating as I remember.

I'm back.

And this time, I'm not making anything for anyone.

Hurt and betrayed by the man she had a one-night-stand with and was starting to love, Elaine Matthews is devastated to learn that she's fallen pregnant for him. Worse, she doesn't know him from Adam, nor did she have a way of reaching out to him. Plus, they didn’t part ways amicably.

Five years later, Elaine moves to New York in search of greener pastures with her four-year-old son. When she snags an interview with one of the top-leading publishing firms in New York, she receives a rude shock when she discovers that the father of her son is her boss, and to make things even more devastating, he recognizes her and tries to right the wrongs that happened between them five years ago.

But this new life is uncertain as Elaine finds it hard to tell him that they have a son together. Worse, the more time she spends in his arms, the guiltier she feels. Will she learn to let go and tell the truth, or will her secret keep her from enjoying this new fun-filled life? What would be Max’s reaction? Would he believe her?

My family let me die. My fiancé watched. My sister smiled.
I was the real daughter, dragged from the orphanage to donate my bone marrow, then thrown away like garbage. When the monsters came for the imposter, they shielded her and left me to rot.
But death wasn’t the end. It was a deal.
I woke with a system tethered to my pulse—one that trades public admiration for the power to survive.​ And behind these hands are two identities they never suspected: the legend whose music they worship, and the ghost in the machine who owns their secrets.
They think I’m back to beg for love.
They’re wrong. I’m here to collect.
This time, I won’t just take back my music and my name. I’ll make them need me—right before I watch them lose everything.
They wanted me erased.
I’m about to become the only name that matters.

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.

When the dismissal bell rings, the night resets.
I'm Zoe, a high school sophomore living on campus, isolated by my entire family and the whole school. My "crime"? I reported my own little brother for campus violence.
The first time, I died in the dark by the track. The second time, shut inside the equipment room. But every time I opened my eyes, I was dragged back to the exact same starting point. Only the number on my arm—the countdown of how many lives I had left—dropped by one.
The man in the black mask always seemed to know exactly where I’d run and where I’d hide. But what truly sent shivers down my spine was this: every single time, my mother stood just a few steps away, quietly watching me take my last breath.
Once the number hits zero, there is no coming back. What do I have to do to survive this night?

Richard will always be mine, Elena," The corner of her lips curled up into a sly smirk. Advancing closer, she leaned in to whisper against my ear softly. "Even if I have to kill you to have him to myself, I'll do it."

He's the man she's always loved. The man she's always felt strongly for.

But he has eyes on one person only; her hot-shot surgeon sister.

When her twin sister fails to show up on her wedding day, Elena has no choice but to step up to the occasion and take her place — but marriage to the noble Richard Delmonte is both exciting and torturous.

The elusive, established billionaire mogul and one of the most eligible bachelor of New York is the only man she's ever loved. The only man who's ever filled up her nights. Yet he's madly in love with her sister.

Now that her dream has come true and she's married to him at last, Elena vows to do everything in her power to win him over.

Even if it costs bringing down the heavens for him.

I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding.

"Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." - To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife.

Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare.
Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible.
Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The Lycan took another step toward me, lowering his head. His golden eyes softened, not completely, but enough to show a flicker of something other than hate. Recognition?

My trembling hand hovered in the air before landing gently against his snout. He didn't bite or growl. He… leaned in?

And everyone lost their minds.

"No one touches the Alpha like that!" someone cried. "Especially not a slave."

"How is she not dead?"

Ari Shimmer got demoted from being the Luna and was also banished from her pack the same day. Not only had she found her mate and fiancé in bed with her sister, but he had also called her sacrifices worthless. Even though it cost her her wolf and her womb.
Just when she thought all was lost, Alpha Stone, a mad Lycan king found her. The King's ailment that had no cure or anyone who could calm his wolf suddenly turned soft for Ari, shocking everyone in Ricko, the Lycan pack. This raised the question for Ari. Would she stop to help the mad king in a strange pack? Or would she take the risk of facing the dangers of the outside world?

The novel starts with Derrick moving into a house with seven demons with corresponding sins: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Anger, Envy and Pride. He's never been happier and learns to live his life day by day.

Derrick is a your average teenager, no friends, awkward in social settings with no style whatsoever. All that changed when he moved in to a house haunted by seven demons, each corresponding to the seven deadly sins, together they help.

Derrick's life begins to spiral into a crazy filled adventure as he tries to balance being the cool kid all while maintaining his principles.

One boy, seven demons. What possibly could go wrong?

My family's company went bankrupt, and my father was critically ill.

I dropped out of school and worked multiple jobs every day.

Debt collectors beat me and broke my ribs, but I couldn't afford painkillers.

Every penny I earned went to expensive medicine, all to save my father.

Until I saw my father, who should have been bedridden on oxygen, holding a champagne glass at a hotel banquet hall.

His words pierced through, "Five years, the punishment she earned."

The bankruptcy was fiction. The illness, theater.

All orchestrated because his stepdaughter suffered from depression, and I was her entertainment.

When the doctor finally spoke to me, "Days. You have only days."

I laughed.

The dying one had never been my father.

It had always been me.

Two women have gone missing in two weeks: the first, found dead, was slashed and dumped in a back alley in Boston. The second was discovered by a child in a Swan Boat Ride. As fear intensifies, Hunter, the head of the FBI Behavioral Unit, calls his star criminal profiler, Tracy Wrenn, to help on the case. Even though she had plans to become engaged that evening, Tracy quickly cancels her plans and rushes to Boston to help. A beautiful, young professor of criminal psychology, Tracy has become renowned for her success at cracking cases no one else can. With her unusual insights and unique point of view, she is relentless at probing the inner minds of murderers. When a third woman goes missing, and when Tracy finds herself in danger, everything intensifies. In a shocking turn of events, Tracy finds out more not only about the killer, but about herself--and learns that nothing is what is seems.Book #2 in The Killing Game will be released soon.

Every time the clock hits 11:10 PM, I am brutally slaughtered in my apartment. And every time, I gasp awake ten minutes earlier to fight for my life. The deadbolts are secure. The windows are sealed. Outside my door, nothing but silence. Yet, the killer strikes precisely on time. Who is watching me from the dark?

In a world where love is a dangerous game, Leila Castor finds herself charmed by the devil himself. Ben Maloney, with his alluring facade and sweet promises, hides an evil truth that threatens Leila's life. When he betrays her, leaving her to choke on her blood, Leila's thirst for revenge knows no bounds.

And luckily fate grants her a second chance, And discovers she has been taken back in time two months before her death! Will she rewrite the wrongs done to her or set out on a path of retribution against those who wronged her?

They said a perfect luna should be gentle, obedient, and tolerant of everything.
My husband, Alpha Cedric Blackwood, said that as his luna, I had to be virtuous and generous, and I had to take good care of his "little woloves."
If anyone was led astray, it meant I, as luna, had failed to set a proper example, and I had to be punished in their place.
And so, when his adopted sister, newly graduated from Crescent Moon Academy, ran off to party at a bar and stayed out all night, I was ordered to wash clothes for the entire pack in the bitter winter cold until my hands were covered in frostbite.
When his little lover chased thrills and went alone to the border, drawing rogues to her, I was punished for poor discipline with ninety-nine lashes from a silver whip, beaten so badly that my wolf fell into a deep sleep.
When the two of them grew bored with life, went traveling together, and even stole my unlimited black card, they had barely left before their wild spending drew the attention of an enemy pack and got them kidnapped.
The news that Cedric had spent fifty million to ransom the two women was exposed, turning the Blackwood family into a laughingstock across the werewolf world.
The elders were furious and demanded that the matter be dealt with severely.
Cedric's face darkened. Then he turned around and ordered someone to tie me up.
"You knew they were young, naive, and easy to deceive, yet you deliberately gave them the black card. Weren't you trying to attract the enemy pack's attention so they would get rid of the thorns in your side?"
"A vicious, jealous she-wolf like you deserves to taste what it feels like to be kidnapped and tortured!"
But he did not know that on the first night after I was taken away, I was tortured to death.

In my past life, we were camping in the wilderness area of a state park when my best friend handed out "lucky charms" to the whole group. Charms she'd secretly packed full of wildlife attractant.

A wild boar knocked me to the ground outside the cabin door. Its tusks tore into my stomach. I pounded on the wood with both fists, screaming. "Help! Open the door!"

Inside were my boyfriend of two years and the best friend I'd been quietly supporting for just as long. Autumn Warren.

"I'm so sorry, Brynn." Autumn's voice broke into sobs, but her weight stayed pressed hard against the door. "There are boars everywhere. We open that door, we're all dead."

"Just hold on! I'm calling 911!" Wyatt Fletcher's voice rang out with the kind of conviction that cost him absolutely nothing.

I paid for that trip. I'd fallen behind because I'd stopped to pull Autumn along.

And they stood on the other side of that door, my blood soaking into the dirt, and locked me out.

I open my eyes. I'm back. It's the day we left.

She thought she was human—until she drowned.

She wakes in the body of a missing selkie princess in a hidden island kingdom… and quickly realizes she’ll be executed if anyone discovers the truth.

The only person who knows? Her guard—cold, loyal, and furious she’s taken the place of the woman he was sworn to protect.

When her unstable shifting magic reveals something impossible—both selkie and tideborn blood—he’s forced to keep her secret… because exposing her would destabilize the crown.

Now, bound by duty and necessity, they must secretly search for the real princess—before her magic exposes them both.

BLURB

“I don’t love Selena anymore. All I see is a broken shell…a barren woman.”

Those words, spoken by my husband behind the closed door of his study, were the jagged shards of glass that finally shattered my world.

For years, I endured the physical agony of ten miscarriages and five failed IVFs, believing Franklin was the anchor holding me together. I didn’t know I was actually the anchor dragging him down.

He wants a divorce.

He wants a woman who can give him the family I couldn't.

He wants to be free of the burden of a wife who is falling apart.

But Franklin doesn't know my biggest secret. It isn't just my womb that is failing; it’s my entire body.

I am dying.

Stage four cancer is aggressive, and my time is measured in hours, not years.

I could tell him the truth.

I could watch him stay out of pity, trapped by guilt for the rest of my numbered days, but I love him too much to let him become my martyr.

So, I’ve made him a deal.

I will sign the divorce papers and walk out of his life forever but first, I want twenty-one hours.

One hour for every year we’ve known each other.

One last day to pretend we are still the awkward intern and the protective man who fell in love.

He thinks he’s spending these hours saying goodbye to a woman he no longer wants.

He has no idea he’s actually saying goodbye to a woman who will be dead before the ink on our divorce papers is even dry.

Twenty-one hours of lies.

Twenty-one hours of love.

And then, I’ll let him go.

Forever

Six months ago, a yacht explosion consumed everyone I loved: my husband Leonard, my parents, and my brother.
I escaped only because of stomach pain that kept me from boarding. My adopted sister Claire became the sole survivor.
Since then, I've become an empty shell.
Even after being diagnosed with terminal uterine cancer, even while carrying my late husband's child, I've endured the agony of chemotherapy alone, exhausting what little strength remains to scrape together money for Claire—who hides away in a private care facility, claiming severe PTSD.
Until this winter day, with a blizzard approaching.
Dragging my dying body to my husband's memorial to pay respects, I discovered a credit card statement—charges made three months after his death.
Following the address on that receipt, I pushed open the door of a luxurious suburban villa.
Inside, it was warm as spring. My parents and brother, who should have been at the bottom of the ocean, stood there perfectly alive.
At the center of the room, my husband—the man I'd grieved for day and night—was kissing my adopted sister, his lips tender against hers.
The whole family was celebrating, raising glasses to toast the infant cradled in Claire's arms—barely a month old.
There had never been any disaster at sea.
It was all a meticulously planned hoax—their twisted way to erase me from their lives forever.

When my younger brother got into a top university, the whole family celebrated for him.
I, suffering from a terminal illness, clutched my chest and desperately cried for help, only to be met with a disgusted slap from my mother and the words, "You just can't stand to see your brother doing well!"
She thought I was a spoilsport, so she roughly dragged me back to the room and locked the door from the outside.
She didn't know that those were the last words I ever heard in my life.
The next morning, she opened the door with breakfast in hand, only to find my corpse.

I burn through eighty years of my life raising three dogs that turn around and tear into me.

My vampire husband, Damian, used to be an outcast covered in festering sores, cursed to fear the sun. I cut my wrist and gave up thirty years of my life so he could become the most powerful man among the bloodlines, in control of half the world's wealth. Cold and ruthless to everyone else, he only ever bares his fangs for me.

Knox, the werewolf boy I grew up with, was born with a genetic flaw that kept him from ever shifting. I gave up another twenty years so he could have the strongest bloodline of all. Wild and reckless, he used to swear he'd carry me on his back for the rest of his life.

Julian, my human brother, got burned beyond recognition saving me from a fire. I spent my last thirty years giving him back a face people would pay a fortune for. He used to send crates of his paintings to my room, the kind of work people would kill to own.

Then a woman named Daphne shows up, and all three of them lose their minds over her.

And somehow I become the jealous, vicious wife everyone wants gone.

She cries that I pushed her, so they drive blades of blood straight through my bones.

She says I'm cruel to the staff, so they break my legs in front of a crowd.

And when I'm dying, they drain my blood to keep her alive.

If you're all going to treat the life I gave you like trash, then I'm taking it back. The strength, the face, the life. All of it.

[God, I take it back. I want everything I gave them returned to me.]

Three years ago, a private plane crash took my father, my mother, my brother Carter, and Grayson, the man I'd loved for seven years and was about to marry.

To hold onto everything they left behind, I cried until my eyes were raw, destroyed my stomach, and fought my way through boardrooms and Wall Street vultures.

On countless nights, I held their photographs and cried until I passed out.

What I never understood was why Willow, the foster sister we'd taken in, vanished without a trace after the crash.

Until today, three years later, when I drive back to the family estate with a diagnosis in my bag telling me I have three months to live.

I push open the heavy door and hear laughter. I see my family—the family that's supposed to be dead—gathered around Willow and her three-year-old son, singing happy birthday.

Turns out no one in this world ever loved me at all.

Why do they all get to live while I'm the only one who have to die?

I don't realize how badly I've been wronged until they're strapping me to the gurney.

My name is Camille Brooks. I'm one of the best cardiothoracic surgeons in the city, and I have never lost a patient on my table.

My fiancé, Adrian Vance, is the golden boy of the entire hospital. We're supposed to get married next month.

It's a stormy night when he calls, telling me to get to the hospital right now. There's a patient bleeding out, and only I can save them.

I race through the rain, but I get stuck in traffic halfway there. By the time I push through the OR doors, the patient has no pulse.

The family points at me. They say I botched the procedure and killed him. And Adrian Vance, my own fiancé, takes the stand and shows up with "ironclad evidence" against me.

I have nothing to fight back with. I go to prison. My parents can't handle it. It destroys them both. They take their own lives.

It's only after I die that I learn who really held the scalpel that night: Daisy Whitman, the woman Adrian never got over.

I was just the fall guy.

Then I open my eyes.

I'm back. One hour before everything falls apart, riding through the rain toward the hospital.

This time, I'm going to survive.

And I'm going to watch both of you burn.

“He will kill us all if he finds me…” I muttered trying to hide the tears that threatened to fall.
Kit raised his hand running it over my cheek with a smile, “let him come…I’ll destroy him.”


Seraphine lived a life of pain and fear the moment she was forced to marry the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. Her dreams of romance and love were thrown out the door as her life turned into a downward spiral of abuse. The only good thing in her life is her daughter that happens to share the same magical gifts she does. After years of enduring the pain she escapes running to the outskirts to try and live a life of freedom. Little did she know that her future awaited there in the form of a rogue wolf with connections to her past. The only way to survive is to fight for her freedom, and pay the costs to keep her daughter safe.

The Rogues Forbidden Mate is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“You're ridiculous…” I muttered, watching him chuckle with amusement.

“Perhaps, but your body gives way to my touch so easily.”

There was no denying the way he made me feel, but at the same time, if I wasn’t careful, he would eventually break my heart.


Raquel of the Crimson Blade has been waiting for this opportunity her entire life: to be a member of the infamous King's Guard. Unfortunately for Raquel, the good King Tiberius was taken by the Yellow Blight last fall, leaving his only remaining heir—Prince Regulus—to inherit the throne. He’s ill-tempered, foul-mouthed behavior is a problem and Raquel hates him with a passion. But when a failed assassination has trapped the pair behind enemy lines, the two must learn to put aside their differences if they want to survive.

Courting the Prince of Moonlit Shadows is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“I’d never felt more alive in my life. It was like I had been living a half-life up to this point with Caine’s mark poisoning every moment, every thought… every feeling.”


Amaya, Princess of Emerald Mountain, is finally coming of age. She’s set to formalize an arrangement between Caine, the Alpha of Wormwood, and her father. When Caine callously rejects their bond, Amaya’s father banishes her– forever. With nowhere to turn, she ends up in the arms of her pack’s sworn enemy, alone in a territory of darkness and nightmares… The Kingdom of Shadowguard.


“There was something so familiar about him but I couldn’t place it. It was as if my heart knew him all along… but that was ridiculous.”
Mated to the Alpha of Shadows is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

His eyes watched me as I remained only inches from his mouth. I bit my lip, waiting to see what he would do next. His hand reached up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek, but he didn’t move a muscle. He was giving me the power to make the first move, and it felt… amazing.
I relished in his touch for just a moment longer before slowly closing in the gap. When our lips brushed, I knew it was the right decision. It made my skin tingle and burn, pleasure clawing its way out so fast that my knees felt weak. This moment. Everything was leading up to this point.

It seemed like nothing would get out of plans for billionaire Alpha Rafe Silvius, and indeed he had the control of the world, that was until human journalist Lila came to shake his world and everything he thought he could control. Lila is her own world, and most definitely she is not going to be easy to conquer.

The Billionaire's Howl is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Rowan Vance is good at her job, organizing chaos, managing vendors, and keeping everything running on schedule. It’s a life built on logic, structure, and control.
Until the emails start.
Requests she never sent. Orders she doesn’t remember approving. Materials that shouldn’t exist, let alone be sourced. Every time she pushes back, systems fail, records disappear, and something unseen tightens its grip.
Someone is using her.
And worse erasing every trace.
As Rowan prepares for a high-stakes industry expo, the pressure builds. The same company name keeps appearing at the center of it all: Blacke Industries: a firm with no clear history, no visible leadership, and far too much influence behind the scenes.
Corvin Blacke has spent centuries building his empire on control. His company operates in both worlds, human and otherwise, and nothing moves through his system without his knowledge.
Until now.
Something has breached his network. Something powerful. Something reckless.
And somehow… it’s tied to Rowan.
She doesn’t know the rules.
She doesn’t understand the danger.
But she did something no one else has ever done.
She refused.
Now caught between a force that won’t let her go and a man who deals in binding agreements, Rowan is about to learn that in Corvin’s world, everything comes with a cost.
And the only way out…
is a contract.

“Are you here to save me?” I asked bitterly, thinking of the look in my father’s eyes as he tried to wring the life out of me. “Or are you just here to bring me gifts and false hope?”
The stranger didn’t answer, but I could feel his presence as he approached. Still, I didn’t turn to face him, even when I felt a warm, gentle hand squeeze my shoulder.
Abused. Neglected. Caged.
That’s how Princess Ember, the daughter of the Alpha King of Allusia, has spent her young life. Sold like chattel to another Alpha in exchange for the promise of warriors for her father against an uprising, Ember’s life feels like it might be over.
But a stranger comes to her in the night, her only refuge from the daily attacks from her father. Will he be her savior? Or will she just find herself in another gilded cage?
An Alpha for the Stolen Princess is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

“It means,” he said, stepping closer. “That you aren’t safe yet. You’re vulnerable as long as you’re in human form. Until you’re able to shift, he can get to you. But I won’t let that happen.” He took up a hand and gently pushed back a loose strand of hair. “I could never let that happen.”


Lynn’s life is turned upside after her parents’ death. Once the daughter of an Alpha, she is forced into a life of poverty, left to care for her two younger sisters. When her sister Clara is marked as a breeder for their Alpha, she is forced to run, or fight, for her sister’s life.
But she runs right into the arms of a rival Alpha.
The Lost Princess finds herself thrust into chaos, and tore between the man she loves, and the good of the pack she was forced to leave behind.

The Lost Princess's Alpha is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“Perhaps I would never know. Or perhaps it was the woman I saw before me who held the answers. This was not a princess or a queen. This was a warrior, a warrior who meant to fight.”

**

I, Constance Cladwell, was the daughter of the Alpha King in the Northern Territories—a princess meant to rule until the Southern King invaded my lands, killing my pack and my family.

I fled for my life, seeking protection from the Alpha King of the Eastern Territories to warn them of the dangers that lie ahead, only to be confronted with the thing I never expected: my fated mate.

Now thrust into a world where war was just around the corner and caught between the man I longed for and the affections of the King, I am left with one decision. Will I sacrifice myself and become the Luna Queen to ensure revenge against my enemy, or will I accept fate and fight for my mate’s love?

**

The Rejected Princess is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My name is Marilyn, and my life takes an extraordinary turn when, overnight, I become the heiress to a great fortune.

For years, I toiled diligently in the service of billionaire Jebediah Kross, never once suspecting that the old man had been orchestrating a surprise for me even beyond the grave.

Now, I find myself trapped by a mysterious clause in my former boss's will, forever tethered to Jebediah's son, John Kross—the new billionaire CEO. Our destinies intertwine as we navigate a treacherous path filled with scandals, buried secrets, and unforeseen desires, and with each passing moment, sparks ignite between us.

This thrilling adventure is mine to embrace, and as I traverse its twists and turns, I discover a world beyond my wildest dreams.

Princess Penelope would rather die than marry the feared Crimson Dragon King.

On the night before the wedding, she throws herself to her death.

At that exact moment, in another world, Joseline Hernandez falls from the rooftop of her school building after someone pushes her. Betrayed and exhausted from a life spent being blamed for her father's death, she dies with only one thought : revenge.

But death was not the end.

Joseline wakes up inside the body of Princess Penelope, the very princess who was supposed to become the bride of the terrifying Crimson Dragon King, Drakarys.

Desperate to return home and uncover who murdered her, Joseline searches for a way back to her world. Yet the deeper she enters the dragon kingdom, the more she realizes something is wrong. The dragons are hiding secrets. The royal court is dangerous and the Crimson King himself is nothing like the monster humans claim him to be.

When no path home appears, Joseline makes a choice :

If she must live as Penelope, then she will survive as the Crimson Dragon King's bride even if it means falling in love with the King she meant to fear.

"Aveline, a world without you means nothing to me."
The dragon's scalding blood splattered across my tombstone, melting the thick blanket of snow.
Five minutes ago, he had severed the crimson fox's head—vengeance for me.
I died at the hands of my most cherished companion, died in a carefully orchestrated betrayal. I'd wielded the full power of the Court to elevate that pitiful low-born wretch to godhood, only for him to join forces with my dear sister and plunge a blade into my heart from behind.
And the dragon war god I had scorned—the one I'd humiliated and treated as nothing more than a beast slave—defied imperial decree, razed an entire city, and severed his own life force. All for me.
I watched his dragonfire extinguish completely in the bitter cold. My soul reached out to embrace him, but passed through nothing but endless snow.
Until a blinding light pierced through my vision.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself staring up at the familiar domed ceiling of the Celestial Hall.
I had returned to three years ago, to the Binding Ceremony that sealed my fate.
Reborn into a second chance, those vermin who climbed to power on dragon bones will finally get the hell they deserve.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

Introduction: Three years ago, to pay for my sister's medical treatment, I willingly took on the role of a servant to the wealthy heiress Daisy, becoming a smuggling criminal and struggling to survive amidst humiliation. Daisy's family, with their cruel hearts, took advantage of the impending apocalyptic cold wave to murder both my sister and me. Reborn, I am determined to rewrite our fate. When hunters who revel in harming unarmed civilians besiege our shelter, I raise my gun—in this apocalyptic cold wave, anyone who dares to harm my sister will die!

“Just because I couldn’t afford to buy a gold ring for my wife she cheated on me with her boss. Today I am the heir to the company where they work,” Jamole intoned…
Jamole was a poor janitor who adored his wife, Stella so much. When his wife wanted a gold ring for her birthday gift, he told her he was a pauper and couldn’t afford one but for her sake he was going to buy her the gold ring.
He worked harder and painstakingly spent his life savings as a janitor to buy her one.
When he visited home to give her the gold ring, he met a flamboyant man banging her in their matrimonial bed. Worst still, Stella yelled at Jamole and ordered him to go on his knees and apologize for distracting them. As though that wasn’t enough, she tossed divorce papers at him and demanded for a divorce since he wouldn’t apologize.
Jamole left the marriage heartbroken and pained. He bumped into a disable girl in a wheel chair who begged on the street and proposed marriage to her with the same ring. From that moment his financial life changed and he became the richest tycoon in Antipolo.
How did it happen?
Who is the disable girl in a wheel chair?
And what would his revenge look like?

Princess Poppy never thought there would be an end to the war between her kingdom and that of the Dark Elves. That is until a proposition is made for her to marry the dark prince. Forced with the choice to save her people or herself, she picks the lives of the people in her home. The problem is Prince Erik isn't as accepting of the arranged marriage as she is. In fact, he wants to do everything he can to ruin the deal.

Will they put their differences aside to save their people?

Or will Poppy have to put Erik in his place by showing him what kind of woman she really is?

Loving the Prince of Darkness is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Blair Evans is a nurse working in downtown Chicago, living day to day. She has seen lots of odd things in the ER, but never did she expect to cross paths with a man—Raven Black—a vampire. After saving Raven’s life from a vampire hunter, Raven is dedicated to protecting Blair’s life in return.
But Raven isn’t just a vampire. He’s a vampire enforcer for the Luciano mafia coven, ruthless and feared by many, but not Blair. With her attraction to Raven comes the wave about to turn her entire world upside down.
Can the two fight against all odds to live happily ever after? Or will their world come crashing down around them?


“You’re burning up,” mutters Raven, his eyes boring into mine.
“We can’t help what we like,” I say, mouth drying as every nerve spark like a live wire.
“And I can’t help that I want to bury myself inside of you.” Raven’s eyes darken with lust.
Falling for the Vampire Enforcer is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Rising Moon Pack's Alpha doesn't forgive a debt and my father had no more money, nothing to trade away to save his own life.
Except me.
The Alpha looked at me, and I could see that he thought I wasn't worth what he lost.
"She can give me an heir," Varon decided. "And maybe that will repay the debt. Otherwise, the deal is off."
And just like that, I belonged to him.
But he had no taste for a mate. And I had no taste for him. So, the mate bond was dangerously incomplete. I was sure that neither of us cared.
I hated him. Almost more than my father that had sold me.
Then the Crimson Mist Pack came to me with an offer. They would free me from my prison if I helped them destroy the Rising Moon and Varon. It was an easy choice to make and I accepted without question. After all, if I failed to birth a son, then I was dead.
But what if my feelings for Varon suddenly started to change?

Traded to the Alpha is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Morgan lives a quiet life as her town's herbalist, but the truth is that she has a secret. She’s a witch.
One day, a shifter named Shane claims that Morgan is his destined mate and insists that she comes with him. She refuses, but Shane accidentally exposes her as a supernatural creature to her town, and now she must start her life over in his pack.
When the line between hate and love starts to blur, a monster hunter tracks them, and an elder from Shane’s pack starts pushing for Morgan to be exiled.
Soon, their love isn’t the only thing that may not survive for long…


“Is this alright, Morgan?” Her skin feels like velvet under my rough hand.
“Yes.”
I lean down and press my lips softly to her throat. As soon as my sharp teeth pierce her skin, she throws back her head and moans in euphoria. Hearing her moans makes my pants tight with need. I want to do so many different things to her.

The Alpha’s Lost Witch is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

On our wedding day, she vanished wearing the gown I had bought for her.
I didn’t chase her. Instead, I went back to the operating table.
For three years, I had paid off her debts and filled the holes she left behind—enough for her to live a second life. My heart couldn't take it anymore; I had a stent implanted, though she never knew.
Three days later, I died in the hospital corridor. My ECG flatlined.
She didn’t know. She was still at a cocktail party in another city, clinking glasses with someone else.
A month later, she came back, kneeling before my tombstone in tears.
But it was all too late.