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Law & Order meets Armageddon...Super-style The clock is ticking as Kat and Hugh hunt down Neve, an explosive Rogue with the power to destroy two worlds. They must catch her, drag her through a portal, and bring her to justice on their home planet without blowing everything to bits. No pressure or anything. Never mind that she's got the hots for Elijah, a lonely stone singer who can move mountains with his voice. What could possibly go wrong?  Catch Kat, Hugh, Jacob, Dale, and the rest of the Supers for another round of thrills, chills, laughter, and no-holds barred adventure that spans the stars. It might just be...Kat-a-strophic.

A small-town mayor. A stranger with a sketchy past. Two weeks before Christmas, Katie is kicked out of her apartment. Again. Rather than wander the streets and continue to work for a dirty cop, she escapes, determined to disappear for good. Until her car breaks down in a small New Mexican town, and everything is threatened when she falls for the charming mayor. Sam Freedman is the first bachelor mayor of Amor. After convincing the locals that having a mayor without family responsibilities means he can dedicate all of his time to the community, they watch his every move. Then Katie Andersen shows up. Against Sam’s better judgement, he hires her to replace his former event coordinator. Now he can barely think straight, let alone run a town.  In the midst of half-truths and outright lies, Katie and Sam desperately search for the place where honesty and trust lead to love. But they have to find it before the past catches up with them. Borrowing Amor is the first book in this New Mexican small-town romance series. If you like small towns, quirky characters, and swoon-worthy kisses, then you’ll love this story of love and new beginnings. Pick up Borrowing Amor to embark on this romantic journey today!

Jaxon Gray is New York's hottest businessman, gangster and mafia king. A terrifyingly harsh man that claims to be 'impossible to love' due to his dark nature, murderous choices and suffocating demeanour...

That is, until he meets the sweetheart known as Faye Woods... The perfect victim to fulfil his selfish plans.

Faye and her best-friend Michael, both were bullied throughout high school and were unfortunate enough to be left without parents. They struggle to make ends meet as they work in a run-down cafe - praying for something to go right for them for once...

Jaxon lands himself in Fayes hold, quickly deciding that she would be the perfect target for his master plan...

One altercation leads to another, as he decides to kidnap and threaten the innocent girl - which he claims is the only one right for the job - before he forces her fully into his hectic world filled with crime and darkness.

Could someone so cold survive around someone so warm? Could a criminal actually love or be loved? Or will the monster hidden within be impossible to beat... read at your own risk to find out more!

"She is deaf."
"What, she can't be deaf. I have never heard of a deaf wolf. It is impossible."
"I am serious. She had an accident when she was six. She didn't have her wolf then, and it couldn't heal, resulting in hearing loss."
She smiled. Her smile could have knocked me over. It was something I would want to see as often as I could. "Can you hear me?" She just shook her head.
How on earth would I communicate with her if she couldn't talk? If I marked her, I could mind-link. I could mark her here and now. It is my right, after all. But she may not like that.
I had to wonder if her being deaf, though, would be okay. If I marked her, she would be Luna to my pack. She would need to be strong. I had no idea if losing her hearing made her weak. As much as I wanted to claim her on the spot, I would need to know that she could hold her own. Or, at the very least, could be taught to fight.

---------Kaya
When I pressured my brother to take me down to the southern territory I just wanted to experience the way the rest of the world lived. Growing up in the north is brutal and we survive off the land. But I never expected to meet my mate and from a southern pack made it all the more difficult. His values differed from my own. The way his pack lived was the opposite of how I was raised. The brutality of my life would lead me to make decisions that put the Shadow Pack in jeopardy. With my mate Cade and our differences we would be tossed into a battle that had been waged long ago.

Borrowing Amor: Where New Mexico meets small-town romance. Read books 4-6 in this sweet romance series to experience space tourism, Carlsbad Caverns, and a road trip mixed with a billionaire, a real estate developer, and an unlikely love. Each can be read as a stand-alone novel. Borrowing a Billionaire: Sometimes to find love, you need a little space. Bev Miller is shocked when she wins a seat on Galactic Enterprise’s inaugural space tourism flight, considering she never entered her name into the drawing. But thanks to her best friend, Bev finds herself at a spaceport, preparing for the adventure of a lifetime. Unfortunately, that includes Charles Michael. Handsome, single, and rich—he’s everything she’s cut herself off from. After her stint with homelessness, she has no desire to date someone who represents her old life, when she too had wealth. Charles Michael thought rising from rags to riches would solve all of his problems, but now that his parents’ bills are paid off, the money is nothing but an anchor around his neck. He reserves a seat on a space tourism flight in hopes it will help him figure out his life—to give him perspective without distractions. He didn’t count on meeting Bev Miller. Bev and Charles have only three days to shed their prejudices and learn to trust. Will their return to earth mean the beginning of a new adventure? Borrowing Kisses:  He’s a real estate developer who has a job to do. She’s the one who is going to stop him. As the mayor’s assistant, Zoe Flores has had a front row seat to how quickly the small town of Amor has changed. So when she’s assigned to help real estate developer Stephen McAllister replace several local businesses with high-class stores, she plots to save Amor and drive Stephen out of town. When Stephen shows up in Amor, the only thing he wants to do is buy out the properties on his list, then get out—all before the local residents realize what he’s up to. He didn’t plan on the mayor assigning his beautiful, and feisty, assistant as his liaison. Now he’ll be lucky to get anything done with her thwarting his every move. Stephen and Zoe try to fight their growing attraction to each other, but can they put aside their differences long enough to give love a fighting chance? Borrowing Second Chances:  No one told them that their ex would be on this trip. When Debbie Allred is asked by the new mayor of Amor to go on a one-week recruiting trip, she is thrilled. This would be a chance to earn extra money while utilizing her skills as a business owner and a member of the town council. But it isn’t until after Debbie agrees to the job that she discovers the mayor didn’t give her all of the important details—specifically that Debbie’s ex-boyfriend would be heading the recruiting trip. Bob Larcher is not a people person. At. All. He loves rules and procedure, which means he’s great at his job at Town Hall, but there is one item in his job description he’d overlooked. Job Recruitment. When he discovers that he’ll be traveling with his ex-girlfriend for an entire week, he’s not sure if he should be ecstatic, or terrified.  Armed with mistrust, unresolved resentment, and unwanted attraction, Bob and Debbie have two weeks to figure out what made them fall in love in the first place. And if it’s worth saving.

Read the first three books in the Borrowing Amor series, where New Mexico meets small-town romance. Chile peppers, hot air balloons and white sand dunes mix with a small-town mayor, a fake fiancé, and a second chance at love. Borrowing Amor: A small-town mayor. A stranger with a sketchy past. Two weeks before Christmas, Katie is kicked out of her apartment. Again. Rather than wander the streets and continue to work for a dirty cop, she escapes, determined to disappear for good. Until her car breaks down in a small New Mexican town, and everything is threatened when she falls for the charming mayor. Sam Freedman is the first bachelor mayor of Amor. After convincing the locals that having a mayor without family responsibilities means he can dedicate all of his time to the community, they watch his every move. Then Katie Andersen shows up. Against Sam’s better judgement, he hires her to replace his former event coordinator. Now he can barely think straight, let alone run a town.  In the midst of half-truths and outright lies, Katie and Sam desperately search for the place where honesty and trust lead to love. But they have to find it before the past catches up with them. Borrowing Love: It’s better to have loved and lost, they said. They were wrong. Ruby Freedman hasn’t left the small town of Amor in four years--not since her husband died. The memory of his fateful accident was enough to cause her to sell her airplane, and never ride in a car again. Then Parker Loveland comes back to town. Now she has to add him to her list of things she intends to avoid. After years away, Parker Loveland is back in Amor to celebrate his parents’ thirtieth wedding anniversary. He has worked hard to escape the clutches of his hometown, but when he runs into Ruby, the only girl he cared about in high school, and the only one that ever stood him up on a date, he’s torn between the embarrassment he felt more than a decade before, and his desire to be around her. Caught between memories of the past and fear of the future, it will take leaving Amor to help Ruby and Parker find the second chance they didn’t know they were looking for. Borrowing a Fiancé:  She wanted freedom. She got a fiancé instead. Melinda Garrett has been stuck managing her parents' diner for over a decade, with no end in sight. When her younger sister gets engaged, Melinda reluctantly agrees to attend the wedding with her friend, Daniel. But when the pressure is on, she claims he is her fiancé, in hopes that her parents’ opinion of selling the diner will change. Daniel Armstrong isn’t the kind of guy a girl takes home to meet her parents, but when he offers to attend a wedding as Melinda’s date, he finds himself labeled as her future spouse. Now, challenges lie around every corner, testing Melinda’s claim that she and Daniel are in love. With every touch and fake kiss, the line blurs between fiction and reality, and it seems inevitable that at least one heart will be broken by the end of the weekend.

Firefighter Shane Sumner has a secret. He's not the brave, hometown hero everyone thinks he is. He's fireproof, and possibly crazy, or telepathic. Now the dog is talking to him, along with the plants, threatening to upend his sham of a perfect life. Can he conceal his strange abilities or will they expose him for the freak he knows he is? One hot mess deserves another...Life isn't easy for a fire shifter. Fiona and Aislinn's powers keep them homeless, and the streets are full of Rogues and other unsavory characters. Prince Charming isn't coming to save them. Or is he? A handsome, flame-retardant stranger may just be the answer to all of their problems. And where, oh where has Hugh gone? Kat struggles to find the answers while chasing a boatload of Rogues. Join Kat, Hugh, Dale, Jacob, and the rest of the gang as the adventure continues!

Betrayed by my wife on the eve of the apocalypse, they stole the shelter keys and locked me in the heart of the zombie outbreak to die.
I felt no anger.
Three minutes to blast open the blast door, ten minutes to drain the billions from that despicable couple's overseas accounts,
and then I'd buy machine guns and artillery from the black market! The couple speeding down the highway had no idea that the "top-secret key" they were protecting was actually a bomb designed to detonate the defense system.
The real wasteland survival game had only just begun.

"I thoug........",.
"That's my problem with you Miss Natasha, you always think and act, forgetting that you have to seek for my consent first." Mr Anthony interrupted.
" I am Beverly's father and it is my sole responsibility to decide if my daughter should go anywhere. it seems you are forgetting your place Miss Natasha". He said as he angrily storm out of the house, leaving me standing with a blurry vision.
Mr Anthony Devale is a billionaire who recently annulled his marriage with his wife. But the problem is, he has a three years old daughter that needs to be taking care of. Meanwhile, Miss Natasha Evans badly needs a Job to take care of her sick younger brother who has been diagnosed with a heart disease and a large sum of money is needed for the corrective surgery. Natasha saw an advertisement for the position of a nanny from Job vacancy app with a very good pay. She wasted no time to jump for the offer.

Mia Elysia Winslow has spent her life believing she’s unworthy of love, always made to feel like her size is too much. But everything changes the night she nearly runs over a wounded stranger.
There’s something about him—his raw strength, his commanding presence—that pulls her in, making her crave a kind of connection she’s only ever dreamed of. And without a second thought, without worrying about the consequences, she gives him her innocence.
For the first time in her life, Mia feels wanted.
But by morning, the stranger is gone. No goodbye—just a stack of cash and a single, gut-wrenching word: Thanks.
She vows that if she ever sees him again, she’ll throw his money in his face and tell him she's not a cheap prostitute.
Aiden Magnus Blackburn, Alpha of the Dawnforge Pack, is left wounded after a vicious attack. Mia, a human with no place in his world, takes him in, and for reasons he can't explain, he finds himself drawn to this shy, bookish girl. That night, in her small home, passion ignites between them like never before. But by morning, he is gone—not because he sees her as a mistake, but because his fate was decided long before she came into his life. His Luna awaits him back in his pack.
Yet no matter how hard he tries to forget, she lingers in his thoughts. He doesn’t understand why—why a human, of all things, is pulling him in. An Alpha like him should never want someone like her.
But when Mia is unexpectedly hired as an elementary school teacher in the heart of his pack’s territory, the fragile distance between them shatters. Their connection is undeniable, their desire impossible to resist. In a world where duty always comes before the heart, how long can he fight what was never meant to be?

!! Mature content 18+ !!

“You think I’m going to let my daughter sleep with whoever she wants” he spat. He kicked me in the ribs, sending me flying back across the floor.
“I didn’t” I coughed, gasping for air.
I felt as though my chest had caved in. I thought I was about to vomit when Hank grabbed my hair and lifted my head. CRACK. It was like my eye had exploded inside my skull when he punched me in the face. I landed on the cold concrete and pressed my face onto the floor. He used his foot to roll me over so that I was on my back.
“Look at you, you disgusting c**t” he huffed as he crouched down beside me and wiped the hair from my face. He smiled, a terrifying evil smile.
“I have something extra special for you tonight” he whispered.

Hidden in the dark forest, on Cape Breton Island, lives a small community of Weres. For generations they remained hidden from the humans and maintained a peaceful existence. That is until one small woman joins their pack and throws their world upside down.
Gunner the future Alpha, serving as a knight in shining armour saves the young woman from certain death. Bringing with her a mysterious past and possibilities that many had long since forgotten, Zelena is the light they didn’t know they needed.
With new hope, comes new dangers. A clan of hunters want back what they believe the pack has stolen from them, Zelena.
With her new powers, new friends and new family, they all fight to protect their homeland and the gift that the Moon Goddess has bestowed upon them, the Triple Goddess.

Adelaide should have died on Selection Night.

Instead, the Devil carried her across the veil—bleeding, furious, and burning with magic she shouldn’t possess.

They're bonded, like it or not.

Her power destabilises his realm.

Their desire threatens to consume them both.

As Hell twists and reshapes itself around her presence, one truth becomes impossible to ignore:

Adelaide isn’t just his chosen.

She’s the spark that could remake the underworld… or rule it.

If she survives him long enough to claim the crown.

Excerpt

Adelaide hung suspended in the Devil’s ropes—breathless, trembling, every inch of her alive with flame.

He circled her like a predator savouring the final moment before the kill.

But he wasn’t hunting her.

He was devouring the sight.

“Look at you,” Apollo murmured, touching a glowing fingertip to the curve of her hip. Her body jolted, heat spiralling through her so sharply her vision blurred. “My Little Flame… you burn so beautifully.”

The ropes tightened at his silent command, lifting her chest, arching her spine. Her breath broke. Magic crackled between them, alive and ravenous.

He dragged a slow trail of fire up her ribs. She shuddered.

“Tell me you feel it,” he whispered against her ear.

She hated how fast the answer came. “Yes.”

His grip closed around her throat—not harsh, but claiming—and her pulse leapt into his palm as if reaching for him.

“You deny me with your mouth,” he said, “but your body kneels.”

Heat built—pressure, light, something too big for her ribs.

“Apollo—please—”

“Yes,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Give in.”

She did.

Her flame erupted in a blinding burst, racing along the ropes, lighting the chamber in gold.

Apollo inhaled sharply, awe and hunger twisting his features.

“Good girl,” he breathed, ruined by the sight. “Burn for me.”

For the love of him, I hid my billions and played the invisible wife for three years. Now? The game is over.
For three years, Elena endured a husband who barely acknowledged her, a mother-in-law who treated her like hired help, and a sister-in-law who sneered that she was nothing but a golddigger. All the while, her husband, Damien, pined after his "perfect" ex, like his own wife didn't exist.
The morning after their third anniversary, her mother-in-law delivered the final blow:
"Damien's right. You're not going anywhere. I don't want you bringing shame to my son, not now that he just closed a major deal. Besides, you're not smart enough or strong enough to survive on your own."
"We'll see," Elena said quietly.
She signed the divorce papers, packed a single bag, and vanished.
Damien was certain she'd come crawling back within a week. But the woman they all dismissed? Turns out Elena is a billionaire heiress, the CEO of the very empire Damien has been desperate to partner with and the one now signing his paychecks.
Oops.
Now Damien is spiraling, realizing too late what he lost. But Elena has choices she never had before. Like her childhood best friend, an NFL star who's been in love with her all along.
So who will it be?
The ex-husband who finally woke up?
The best friend who never left?
Or has Elena finally decided she's done with men who don't deserve her?

"Give me an heir in one year, or you become my slave." Those were the first words my husband, the terrifying Alpha Roman, said to me on our wedding night.

I was sold. Literally sold by my own father to pay for my cruel sister's wedding to the man I loved. I went from being the cursed, unwanted daughter of the Redlight Pack to the bride of the most feared monster in the lands. They say Alpha Roman killed his own brother. They say he beats his women.

But the reality is colder. "Lie down," he ordered, his eyes empty. No kiss. No touch of affection. Just a transaction. I am not a wife; I am a vessel.

I thought getting pregnant would save me. I thought a baby would bring light to this hell. But when I woke up in a pool of my own blood, screaming for a child that was no longer there, Roman didn't comfort me. He looked at me with disgust. "You couldn't even keep a simple child? What a waste."

Now, I have seven months left. Seven months to bear a son for a man who hates me, or I lose my freedom forever. But tonight, as he walks into my room with that dark hunger in his eyes, I realize something terrifying... I might not survive him.

A young love that could have been, lost in the folds of societal expectations. Another broken soul bound to jealousy, destruction, neglect, abandonment; set to kill. Pasts are relived, boundless joy and unbearable pain, and regrets are experienced in this crime thriller. To what end?

Everything she believed in was a lie.
Keira and Alden were Chosen Mates who built the powerful Stormfang Pack together—until she discovered their Mate Bond was a witch's illusion, and the child she raised was actually his with his true Fated Mate, the Omega Rena.
Broken and ready to leave, a secret letter reveals she is the long-lost daughter of Mooncrest Pack's Alpha, the sole heir to a legacy she never knew.
As her dormant Alpha blood awakens in rage, she vows to reclaim her birthright.
But when Kaelan, the cold and calculating Alpha King, approaches her and claims, "You are my Fated Mate," Keira is thrown into deeper confusion.
Why would he say that? And in a world built on deception, can a bond that begins as strategy ever become real… or is it just another layer of the game?

I'm a defective shifter
A disgrace
A shame
A dirty little secret cast off and hidden by my pack.
It doesn't help that I'm the Alpha's only daughter.

I was sent to Beastville University in England, hoping for a Fresh start. My past still follows me, and I run into my rejected mate there, the future heir of his own pack, who now hates me.
And for some reason, so does everybody else.

Except for the guys who I want to fuck, and who want to fuck me too.
Own me
Claim me

A Burnished vampire padre
One powerful demigod
A Vampire Prince

Even my mate who claims to hate me still longs to suck my pussy dry.

I yearn for them all, like the naughty slut I am. It's a risky game that's just beginning, and the rules are awfully partial. Even in the background, our lives and that of our world, are all in danger. Who gets to pop my cherry, though?

I was supposed to marry a monster.
Instead, I fell for two of them.
When a brutal attack left me covered in blood and questioning everything, the only people I can trust are the twin bodyguards assigned to keep me alive.
One is all cold stares, and quiet threats.
The other smiles while promising violence.
Both are dangerous.
Both are forbidden.
As my arranged marriage turns deadly and a war for the city begins, I discover something more dangerous than falling in love.
I was never meant to be a princess.
I was meant to be the King.
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Leon kept my attention fractured, his mouth moving between my lips, throat, chest, every kiss slow and consuming.
Luca planted another kiss against the inside of my thigh while his hands held my legs apart.
The contrast between the brothers was unbearable.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” Luca murmured.
Leon laughed before dragging his mouth lower across my chest.
“You should taste her, brother, she tastes like heaven.”
The sound that left Luca almost resembled amusement.
“Please,” I breathed.
Leon laughed again. “That desperate already, princess?”
“Yes,” I admitted, which only made both brothers look dangerously pleased with themselves.
Luca’s eyes lifted briefly toward mine, before he finally gave me what I wanted.
The first drag of his tongue made my entire body jerk against the mattress.
Leon groaned as his mouth moved across my chest, while Luca continued devastating me with impossible patience.
Luca tasted me slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world.
Leon bit my nipple again as Luca’s tongue slid over my clit in another slow, unbearable stroke, my back arched hard enough that Leon had to catch me against his chest.
“That’s it,” Leon murmured approvingly. “Good girl.”

"Have you thought for a moment that the reason you can't kiss her is because you want to be kissing me instead?" Jordan asks boldly, which leaves me short of words. I know he is angry with me for avoiding what happened between us before Elise came. The fire within his eyes burns into my skin, and all I want to do is grab him and claim him. Yet, I can't. I'm afraid. How can I admit that to him? That the very thought of admitting my feelings for him makes my skin crawl? I wish I can be like him— so bold, so carefree to go for what I want. But it's not so simple. And yet, I still want him so bad.
I don't know what arouses me more. His beauty which— no boy should be that beautiful, or his submissiveness. As I stare at his partly open mouth, I let myself wonder how that sweet soft mouth would feel around my member. The thought alone is enough to push my hardness against the seams of my pants. 

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Kaelen Ashford and Jordan Summers find themselves stuck as roommates in college by circumstance. Kaelen hailing from a wealthy influential family, Jordan a scholarship student who has to work for everything to make ends meet.

Their worlds don't mix, their personalities are polar opposites, but the chemistry between them might just be the reason every preconceived idea about people like them crumbles.

Can they embrace it and be true to themselves, while surrounded by every force that wants to keep them apart?

"He broke her heart.
The school's golden boy offered revenge.
Heather Hart has spent her entire life being invisible. A scholarship student in a world of wealth and privilege, she knows exactly where she stands.
Then her boyfriend humiliates her in front of the entire school.
Broken and desperate, Heather accepts an offer from the one person she should stay away from.
Draven Crownsville.
The arrogant hockey captain. The heir to an empire. The boy who belongs to a world she'll never be part of.
Their relationship is supposed to be fake.
A performance.
A deal.
But fake dating turns dangerous when real feelings get involved, jealous rivals start plotting, and secrets powerful enough to destroy families come to light.
Because in Crownsville Academy, falling in love isn't the greatest risk.
Trusting the wrong person is."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her wolf shouted, “Mate! He is ours!”

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

Darn! Moon Goddess, whom would she choose?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But instead, she encounters Killian Carson.

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

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

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

Eve never believed in fate until three ruthless alpha triplets claimed her as theirs.
To save her dying mother, she works masked at Eclipse, the city's most exclusive club.
When the infamous Blackwood brothers offer her a fortune for six months, she accepts, ignoring the rumors of their darkness and shared desires.
The first night, the rumors were nothing. Three dominant alphas claim her completely, primal and unyielding.
Eve doesn't break. She burns. She craves their brutality, returning hungry for more.
Her scent drives them mad. An irresistible mate bond pulls them to her.
Without them, she collapses—dying from a hunger no food can satisfy.
When Damian touches her, her eyes glow amber.
The truth explodes:
Eve is no human.
She is a succubus, feeding on sexual energy to live.
And they… are her fated mates.
Now their touch is her only lifeline.
She needs their dominance, their hunger… or she dies.

On Day 100 of the global heat collapse, surface temperature climbed to a hopeless 70°C.

To keep my girlfriend from being roasted alive, I drove my ice ability past the limit and became her personal human air conditioner.

But when my ability core was on the verge of shattering and I collapsed coughing blood, she stole the last two bottles of water from my pack and climbed into someone else’s temperature-controlled car without looking back.

Before she left, she tossed the life-saving lump of ice I’d condensed with half my life onto the blistering asphalt like garbage.

“Jack, I’m sick of your cooling cutting out any second. I’m not staying here to die with you.”

She didn’t know—

The moment that ice turned into white vapor, the broken ability core in my chest—the one ruined because of her—evolved in the abyss.

I’m the lowest of the low in the wolf pack—just some nobody Omega, born to get stepped on. 

At school, Penny and her crew called me "Pig," yanked my hair, slapped me around, made me kneel and do her homework like some servant. 

Then that full moon ceremony hit, and life played me dirty—turns out my so-called "fated mate" is Richard, the baddest Alpha in the whole damn school! 

But this dude? Daytime, he’s all, "Don’t touch her," flexing in front of everybody. Then night comes, and he’s choking me against the wall like, "You really think a bottom-tier Omega like you deserves me?"

And just when I thought it couldn’t get more twisted? Here comes Ross—another Alpha, the same jerk who used to clown me for his ex. But now? Dude jumps in when Penny’s wailing on me in the rain, then grabs my face all possessive like, "You’re mine now."

My body’s playing me. Richard’s kisses got me weak, Ross’s touch got me shaking—and the sickest part? They’re brothers! Same daddy, different moms. 

When Richard finds out Ross marked me? He pins me to the wall, eyes wild: "Who said you could touch what’s mine?!"

Then Ross, in front of the whole school, rips my collar open to show off his bite mark: "She’s got my blood in her veins now!"

But none of that mess even compares to what my dying mom left me—scrawled in her own blood: "Serena… watch your back…"

Four years of dating. Three years of marriage. He loved me deeply and spoiled me endlessly, making me believe I was the happiest woman alive. But everything shattered the moment I accidentally discovered his affair—while helping a friend, no less. The man who had always treated me with tenderness and devotion was cheating on me, and with someone I thought was closest to me. Was he just a master of deception? Or was I simply too blind, too naive, to see the truth staring at me in the face? I am Linda Evans. And I am not someone who forgives betrayal easily. You dared to lay a finger on my husband? Then get ready—I’ll fight you to the bitter end!

I was the heir of Sliver Claw Pack, born with a crippled wolf spirit.
From the day I could walk, everyone said the same thing—
Only Harvey, the future Alpha of Black Moon Pack, would ever be willing to take me as his mate.
So when he publicly canceled our mate bond, I still believed every word he said.
He told me the woman had saved his life. He told me their bond was only temporary—three years. He promised that when those three years ended, he would marry me.
So I willingly became the lover who could never stand in the light.
Until the three-year deadline approached. To negotiate with a rival Alpha, he pushed me— a woman born with a crippled wolf spirit, a woman who could not even shift— into a brutal forest trial filled with beasts.
He said it was the last time. He said that when it was over, he would marry me.
But when the leopard tore open my chest, I finally understood— The wolf placed last in the pack…was the one abandoned to die.
Yet the Moon Goddess gave me a second life.
When I returned to the age of twenty-two and saw him holding that woman’s hand again, I finally realized something.
This time, I would never be his shadow mate again.
And his insane younger brother—looked at me beneath the moonlight and blood and said, “Emma, I can be your mate.”

I was the female warrior of the Silver Claw Pack, destined to be Beta.
Until the eve of the selection trials.
That was when they hit me with wolfsbane, then trapped me inside a fire they set on purpose. The flames took my face. Almost took my wolf.
I thought it was an accident. Right up until I heard my Alpha mate say to my mother:
"She just lost her looks. But Celia lost her confidence. She owed her that."
Turns out, my mother was the one who locked the door. My mate was the one who pushed me into the fire. So Celia could become Beta without me in the way.
Later, they trapped me in a second fire. They stood there and watched me burn.
They thought I was dead.
What they don't know is that I crawled back out of those flames.
Three years later, when I take my place on the throne as the strongest Beta alive, I'll make sure every single one of them understands.
Fire never destroyed me. It just burned away their last way out.

I was once the adopted son of Eric Miller, the Don of the Miller Family.
My future was supposed to be simple—loyal to the Don, respected by the Family, destined to inherit power.
But I carried a secret that turned me into a freak in his eyes.
A forbidden love.
When Eric found the diary where I had hidden my feelings for him, I cried and apologized again and again.
It didn’t matter. The disgust in his eyes never changed.
He sent me away—exiled to a remote country under the watch of his men.
From there, I heard the news of his wedding.
I saw the way he looked at Julia—soft, full of love. And in a moment of madness, I spent every last dollar I had and flew to Thailand for gender reassignment surgery.
Nights after the surgery were filled with pain from the silicone implants pressing against my skin.
But even after becoming a woman, I still couldn't win Eric’s love.
Just when I finally let him go, he suddenly bought me a ticket back to America.
He said he wanted me to attend his fifth wedding anniversary with Julia.
And when he saw Lily in my arms, he froze.
“Your daughter?”

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

That wedding in Rome was the last time I ever saw him as his “stepsister.”
I was the Roxie family’s only daughter. After my father remarried, my mother and I moved into the Corleone estate, and from that day on, Elias became my stepbrother—also the one obsession I should never have touched.
Out in public, he was always calm and controlled. At home, though, one line from him “Don’t call me brother” made my heart race.
Until the day he held Sophia’s hand in front of a priest and announced he was going to marry her.
I was outside the venue, bending down to pick up empty bottles because I needed dialysis money. He crushed them under his shoe in front of everyone, humiliated me, and forced me to trade my dignity for cash, like he was nailing the word “step-siblings” onto a pillar of shame.
He hated me. He said I’d “gotten back at him” in the filthiest way. I just smiled and never explained.
Because he would never know the truth: back then, the reason I shoved him away with everything I had was only because I wanted him to live a little cleaner.
That night, he locked me in a pitch-dark storage room. Outside the door was wedding music. Inside was my blood and the suffocating despair.
When he finally opened the door… I was already dead.

Everyone said I’d traded five years of my youth and my unwavering devotion for an engagement that every woman envied.
My fiancé, Felix Smith, seemed to believe it, too. He gave me pearls, promised me a bright future, and wrapped me up in a web of tenderness, layer after layer.
Until that afternoon, when he held me close, yet used a language he thought I didn’t understand to weave the perfect "wedding" con over the phone.
That was the moment I finally realized: over these five years, who had he really been looking at through me? And every pearl he ever gave me, whose tastes was he remembering?
When the elevator failed and darkness crashed down, the person he protected on instinct wasn’t me.
When the wind howled across the empty outskirts, the person he chose to abandon was me.
I’d been learning how to love him, how to become a proper bride. In the end, what I learned was how to exit quietly, out of his world with Serena.
Only when I slipped off that pearl ring did I understand—
Some love stories, from the very beginning, are nothing but long letters written to someone else.

My fiancé, Liam Miller, slapped me more than a dozen times in front of everyone over his childhood sweetheart.
Then he shoved me down a spiral staircase.
Both my legs were shattered. My skull cracked open. I spent an entire month in the ICU.
He never came to see me.
Not once.
He was too busy staying by Sophia’s side, planning her birthday party, and getting down on one knee in front of everyone to propose to her.
As for me, I couldn’t even get through the doors of his headquarters anymore. My access had been revoked. My position had been taken. Every trace of my place in his world had been erased.
Nine years.
From nineteen to twenty-eight, I gave him the best years of my life.
In the end, I had given them to the wrong man.
On the day I was discharged, I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cling to him and beg for answers.
I simply called my mother.
“Mom,” I said calmly, “that overseas mafia empire you wanted me to inherit? I’m ready to take it.”
There was a brief silence on the other end.
Then my mother said, “I’ve waited ten years for this day.”
The night before my flight, Liam’s messages flooded my phone.
“Emma, I was wrong. Don’t go.”
What do you think?
Would I ever look back?

On the day of our mate bond, Alpha Samuel decided we were going to be a childfree couple himself.
He held my hand and said affectionately, “No kids. I only want you.”
However, he came home with a pup in his arms later.
He claimed a friend had died, leaving the child alone, and asked us to take him in “just for a while.”
I didn’t make a scene. I didn’t demand answers. I didn’t even ask twice.
I kept cooking and cleaning, swallowed the unease and told myself to trust him.
Until that night, when I asked him where my dog had gone.
He didn’t answer. He set a bowl of dog meat soup in front of me instead.
He said my spirit dog could hurt the pup. But the spirit dog could sense bloodline, its growl wasn’t for that pup. It was for the lie he’d been hiding for three years.
At that moment, I finally understood: the pup he called “alone in the world” carried the exact same blood as him.
So our agreement was a lie and the so called childfree was an excuse.
And he’d already arranged what my ending was like when the day I agreed to bond with him.

In my previous life, on the very day of our marking ceremony, my Alpha fiancé met his fated mate at the banquet.
He didn’t break off our engagement. Instead, he chose silence and completed the ceremony with me. He chose to trap me with a twenty-year mate bond.
For twenty years, I fought wars for the Pack, bore him an heir, and ruled the main hall alone as Luna.
Meanwhile, in another Pack’s territory, he spent his entire life with that woman.
Before I died, he told me he was sorry.
But he also blamed me—saying that if I hadn’t insisted on taking the Luna seat, he could have left more completely.
Only then did I realize something cruel. Not only was I never the one he loved, I was also the obstacle to his freedom.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the marking ceremony.
This time, the mate bond had not yet formed, and the mate mark had not yet been sealed.
Whether he would abandon me for his fated mate no longer mattered.
Because this time—
I would never step aside for any Alpha again.

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

At fifteen, my parents died on their way of volunteer teaching in underprivileged areas. I was adopted by the Miller family’s Don, Vincent and was brought up by himself. For ten years, he hauled me out of the mud, gave me a home, gave me favor no one else got and taught me what a “family” was supposed to mean.
On my eighteenth birthday, I climbed onto his bed and kissed him.
He called me disgusting with a face like ice. Later, he brought Isabella home, forced me to be her bridesmaid, and made me go with her to pick out wedding dresses and jewelry.
One shove from her was all it took for him to lock me in a pitch-black confinement room and he even had the light removed.
That was when I finally understood: everything I had could be taken back from me at any moment.

I woke up to the truth that I had somehow ended up inside a mafia novel, cast as Richard’s “burdensome little sister.”
The day I was disfigured saving him, Richard held my hand and swore I was his only weakness.
He said even if the fire had turned me into a monster, I would still be his.
But I knew the truth. I wasn’t his weakness but the curse he could never escape.

Ten years ago, on the night of the fire, I stepped into an ocean of flames for him. In return, I got burns across sixty-three percent of my body and ten years locked inside his guilt.
Stella, the mafia heiress who loved Richard so desperately it bordered on madness, once stood beside my hospital bed, crying as she begged me to let him go.
“You’re his only weakness,” she said, her voice shaking. “The Miller Family already has their eyes on him… Please. Just set him free.”

So I put on a veil and married the man Richard hated most, Frank of the Miller Family.
At the wedding, Richard’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my arm.
“Tell me the truth,” he demanded hoarsely. “Are you doing this willingly?”
Through the cheap veil covering my ruined face, I smiled at him. “Yes. I’m tired. I don’t want to be your burden anymore.”

But on our wedding night, Frank tore the veil from my head. He stared at my twisted, scarred face and sneered. “Jesus… you’re fucking ugly.”
When Frank pinned me down, my fingers brushed against the gun Richard had secretly slipped into my wedding dress.
Along with it was a bloodstained note. His handwriting was frantic, almost insane.
Just one word—Live.

And right now, my adoptive father was waiting at the North Dock with men from the Miller Family, ready to silence me for good.
Because the fire ten years ago, the one that burned my adoptive mother to death, was started by him.
Now everyone wants me dead.
But Richard…This time, for you, I’m going to stay alive, even if I have to crawl all the way to the gates of hell.

I used to think Jude was my one way out, my only salvation when my life fell straight into hell.
He pulled strings to get my mom into emergency surgery and helped me handle my dad’s funeral. He even promised he’d give me a home.
I believed him. So I married him. And for eight years, I let him take my blood every single month; he said it was for “routine health monitoring.”—Eight years, 9,999 milliliters.
Until that night, when I heard him with my own ears, talking to his friend:
“Lily’s blood type is rare. Lynn and her mom? They’re just ready-made blood banks.”
He didn’t marry me out of love. He married me to keep a “living blood bag” in hand.
I rested a hand on my still-flat belly and I laughed.
So this was what our marriage really was. From start to finish, it was a slaughter dressed up as love.
Fine. Then let’s see when it was time for the sacrifice, who ended up on the altar.

Everyone thought the disfigured obsessive fan was stalking actress Sophia Brown.

No one believed I was the real Sophia.

My twin sister, Lily, slept beside my husband, Don Jason. She used my face to star in my movies. She even took over my social media accounts and posted under my name.

I wanted an explanation. But Jason only looked at my scarred face with cold disgust and said he had always thought Lily was me. He said he had fallen for her and couldn’t let her go.

Lily told me becoming an actress had been her dream since childhood. Now that my face was ruined and I could no longer act, why shouldn’t I let her have it?

The only person who stood by me was my agent, Nancy. And because of me, even she was dragged into hell.

This time, I stopped trying to prove who I was. I chose another way.

Five years after breaking the mate bond, Vincent became one of the youngest Alphas of the North, worth hundreds of billions, with a fiancée who was a perfect match for him — the daughter of Silver Claw Pack’s Alpha.
But I had already disappeared from his world, my name now only whispered in rumors about me being a bar hostess at Midnight Howl Bar, catering to Alphas and nobility.
When someone mentioned my name to him, he simply held his fiancée’s hand with a cold look in his eyes.
"I don't know her."
At his bonding ceremony, everyone congratulated the "perfect match."
But I, floating in the air, watched as Vincent stood beside his dazzling Luna.
What he didn't know...
He was the only Alpha I ever loved.
What he didn’t know...
I had been dead for a year.
Before I died, I was desperately earning money just to get our daughter the treatment she needed.
Then one day...
He found me at the Midnight Howl Bar where I worked in life, catching a faint but familiar scent of me. That moment...
His wolf spirit completely lost control.

For nine years, I lived as my twin sister’s replacement Luna. I raised her pup as if she were my own. I treated that man as my fated mate. What I got in return was the Pack that unanimously decided I was the monster who “killed Edna”, and the sinner Ann swore should go to hell.
At Ann’s birthday banquet, I accidentally knocked over a framed photo. Ann shoved me in front of a room full of Alphas and elders, drenching me in red wine, smiling as she said I wasn’t worthy of touching anything of the House.
I thought that if I endured nine years, I could finally leave. Then Eric suddenly changed his mind.
Ann stuffed the corpse of the little bird I’d been raising into a gift box and threatened me with a sweet smile. “You’re the next.”
When I dragged my suitcase to the door, she shifted to wolf in front of everyone, slammed me to the ground, her fangs pressed against my throat.
What they didn’t expect was that my real backer had returned, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, my biological father, David.

I waited seven years for Lucas.
The moment our Mate Bond was finally sealed, our wedding night left me so exhausted I couldn’t even move and then my phone lit up with photos of him having sex in a car with Isabella, the widow of his dead brother.

Everyone told me not to overthink it. Our relatives brushed it off. Even the Elders stepped in to smooth things over for him.
But behind closed doors, Lucas showed his real face—Restore the Mate Bond or he would destroy my family’s company.

When I fought back, he slapped me so hard it shattered the twenty years of relationship between us. He froze my accounts, and my mother was rushed to the hospital because of sheer stress.
That still wasn’t enough. He demanded that I apologize publicly at a business gala, to the woman wearing his brother’s wedding gift. He even ripped away the moonstone necklace my mother left me.

I was shoved into a champagne tower, blood all over me. And he never looked at me once. All his tenderness was reserved for his sister-in-law.
Just when I’d finally gone numb, top-tier Alpha Finn walked in with a one-billion-dollar contract. “Your designs are worth this much. And I don’t like people touching what I’ve set my eyes on.”

Seven years of devotion wasted on a lie. This time, I’m tearing the fake Mate Bond to shreds and I’ll make every traitor pay!

I am the youngest PhD researcher in the Werewolf Alliance—and the creator of the Lunar Phase Suppressor.
That drug has saved countless young wolves who nearly lost themselves during their very first transformation.
On the day I received the Silver Claw Medal, the entire world celebrated me—everyone except my blood-bonded mate.
I rushed back to our northern Dallas villa, hoping to give him the medal as a birthday gift—for him and for our children.
What awaited me was not an embrace, but my daughter Lyra asking in an innocent voice why Emma couldn’t be her mother.
The only one who stood up for me was my son, Luca.
From the very bottom of my drawer, I took out the withdrawal application I had sealed away for years—and signed it along with the divorce papers.
He wanted me, but refused to give me a name.
He couldn’t bear to let me leave, yet shamelessly gave his devotion to someone else.

I’m Aurora. I died at the hands of my family.
“You were born a walking curse to this Pack. Taking Nora’s place and marrying Liam is what you owe us!” My mother, Patricia, bound my arms and legs with a rope dusted in silver powder. My sister Nora raised a silver-laced dagger and drove it straight into my heart. “Your name, your mate, everything belonged to you is mine!” Then she used a face-shaping spell to transform into my appearance, took over Black Moon manor, and waited for my Alpha mate, Liam, to come home.
I became a ghost and was pinned to her side by a soul-sealing array, forced to watch her clumsy imitation. “Liam, I made your favorite wild-berry oatmeal.” But a wolf’s nose never lies. Liam frowned and stepped away. “That artificial perfume on you… that isn’t her.” I watched him spend sleepless nights after his Wolf-Soul Stone shattered. I watched him uncover the truth that my old injury on my left foot was gone, and “I” was no longer allergic to silver-scale fish. Only then did I understand: the Alpha who looked cold had already carved me into his heart.
Not until he dug up what was left of my body, two undeveloped twin pups still hidden inside me, did Liam finally break. With eyes burning red, he roared, “What you owe me… what you owe Aurora… you’ll pay with your lives!” When dawn rose, my soul dissolved into the morning light. All I wished for, in the next life, was to meet him somewhere without betrayal, to be two ordinary wolves who could protect our children, together.