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Sacha Rish is a young African American woman with a little sister to care and provide for. When their parents tragically passed away, Sacha is left all alone to care for Judy so that she doesn't end up in foster care, but Sacha's life is rough. After losing her job and her apartment, she's desperate more than ever to make ends meet and just when she was on the brink of 'rock bottom'... She meets multi millionaire Christian Alexander who gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. This offer came with activities Sacha had no experience in. And things became heated when she fell for Christian.

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I followed him when I was eighteen, always thinking I was different from others. Later, he brought back a girl, shy and timid, so much like how I used to be. Watching him shower the girl with all his care, it was then that I realized, I was never a special presence, that girl was. In the tenth year of following him, I decisively chose to leave.
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“Let’s get a divorce; she’s back.”
Just moments ago, my husband and I were intimate, but suddenly he tossed a signed divorce agreement my way.
I should have realized he didn’t love me—some woman I’ve never met has made me lose everything.
Three years ago, I offered myself to him, even gave him a son.
Now, I feel like a rat in the gutter, peering into others' happiness.
Just as I decide to leave everything for the neighbor guy, my husband collapses to the floor, choking on his tears, begging me not to go.
“Only after losing you did I realize I love you.”

Jason is the future Alpha King, he’s waiting to turn 18 so he can finally step on the throne. However a sudden attack at the castle makes him become the King of the Werewolf World a bit sooner than expected. Jason has now to deal with his own Kingdom and his recently found mate, the mysterious new girl at his school.
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Castiel is a kind soul with gentle looks and a sweet pure heart. In Jason’s eyes, Castiel is the perfect mate with only one little problem…she’s human.
With threats and secrets being revealed he tries to protect his mate from the Supernatural world…little does he know that she’s way more into it than he thinks

The winter I was eight, I found my own face in a trash can.
It was on a missing-child flyer. The girl on it had been gone five years. She had a birthmark on the back of her neck.
So did I.
There was a reward. A number with a long row of zeros. I didn't want it.
I was cold. I hadn't eaten since yesterday.
I just wanted a mom.
So that night, with a stranger's coins, I called the number at the bottom.
A woman answered on the first ring and screamed a name at me like it was mine.
She got to say it three times.
Then a hand came out of the dark behind me and hung up the phone for me.

The world begins to break at exactly 7:13 PM, a specific moment lodged in the evening like a splinter beneath skin. The sky fractures along invisible seams, shadows start hunting people in the streets with a patient hunger, and entire buildings disappear without warning as if they had never existed at all. Before the night is over, Kol dies beneath a falling piece of masonry, his last breath rattling out across broken pavement. Then he wakes up again in the same city at the same time with the same disaster unfolding around him, but something is different now, a shift he cannot quite name pressing against the inside of his chest.

A strange countdown has appeared beneath his skin, numbers ticking downward in a language he does not recognize but somehow understands. People who remember previous cycles keep appearing before every collapse, their faces are always the same and their words always changing.

Hidden inside the ruins of the dying city is another version of Kol, one who claims this world has already ended dozens of times before, each ending bleeding into the next like watercolors left out in the rain. With every reset, Kol learns more about the patterns controlling the apocalypse, the hidden machinery turning behind the scenes of destruction. The problem he soon discovers is that the more he remembers, the more dangerous he becomes, a truth that settles in his bones alongside the countdown. The world does not want to be understood, and the cycle is starting to notice him, a small aberration is a flawless design.

In a collapsing reality where death is temporary but mistakes are permanent. Kol must survive long enough to uncover the truth before the next reset erases everything again, including the fragile hope he has begun to carry.

A Werewolf Story Of Revenge

“I need just one more powerful man. It can be a dragon, a wolf, an elf or a panther.” Betla said to Aranya as she turned to look at her. She placed her hand on both her shoulders while she looked at her with fire dripping from her eyes, “Promise me, Aranya, that you’ll fulfil my only wish.”

“I will, mother. I promise to give you the power to avenge!” And a promise made to Betla must be fulfilled.

Will Aranya be able to fulfil the promise she made to her hungry mother? Looking for a way to avenge at all cost? What if the only powerful man available to fulfil her mother’s wish is the only mate she loved?

Who will she choose between the two of them? Will she sacrifice her love for her mother? Or she’ll hold onto her mate at the cost of sacrificing her life?

They say some secrets are meant to stay buried.

I used to believe that too—until Roman Aldridge walked back into my life fifteen years later, no longer the broken thirteen-year-old boy I once held through his darkest nights, but a devastatingly handsome man who looked at me like I was his salvation and his damnation all at once.

"I've never stopped loving you, Vivian."

Those seven words shattered the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my heart. Because the truth? I'd never stopped loving him either.

Fifteen years ago, I was his dead mother's replacement—a twenty-three-year-old political advisor tasked with caring for a grieving child. I held him when he cried, watched him grow, and somewhere along the way, developed feelings that terrified me so much I fled Seattle like my life depended on it.

Now I'm back. Divorced, desperate, and apparently still weak enough to melt under those same dark eyes that once looked at me with innocent adoration but now burn with a man's desire.

The scandal writes itself: Governor Candidate's Son Seduces Former Caregiver. Or is it the other way around? Does it matter when the entire world thinks you're a predator who groomed the boy you were supposed to protect?

Roman doesn't care about the headlines. He doesn't care that loving me could destroy his political future, his relationship with his father, everything he's worked for. He says he'd rather burn the whole world down than live without me.

The problem is, I believe him.

And God help me, I think I might let him.

Because sometimes, the most forbidden love is the only one worth fighting for.

Even if it means that a woman falls in love with the child she once nurtured.

A group of young teenage rich heiress which is led by Tessha Marie Gavelan, wanted to have a spooky Halloween vacation.
They are bored and want some adventure.
They wanted to make a Halloween documentary just for fun and uploaded it to their webpage.

They search for the most haunted and spooky hometown.
And found four places then raffled them.
Villa del Bungo wins!

A haunted villa in the City of Infierno...

A sudden wrong turn of events happened.
The moment they enter Villa del Bungo is the day that they are trapped and the game of life and death begins!

Unfolding the truth about herself that shocks her...

Who is the mastermind?
Is there any hope for them?
or will they be buried in the City of Infierno?

Alana is a beautiful girl, kind, cheerful, innocent and sociable. Due to a slander Quenza Alana was kicked out of the house by her parents. Even his family members no longer considered him and removed his name from the family register.

Alana decided to go abroad, namely Germany. While living there, Alana managed to build a company and found a new family who loved her very much.

There, Alana also met a handsome young man whom she had once helped. The young man’s name was Devan Alexander.

I closed my eyes as a dying, ugly servant, but I woke up in the bed of the Alpha King's son, pregnant with his heir!

The tropical storm raged outside, but inside this silk-draped room, I was safe. My scarred, pathetic body was gone, replaced by flawless skin and the voluptuous curves of Luna Rosie. I touched the protruding belly—I am carrying Alpha Gideon’s baby, the man I secretly loved for years! But the twist of fate is cruel. The real Luna Rosie didn't die; her soul is now trapped in my old, ugly body.

She stands in the corner as a maid, forced to serve me tea while I live the life she took for granted. She glares at me with hatred, but I don't care. I finally have everything I ever wanted.

But when Alpha Gideon returns and looks into my eyes, will he recognize the soul of the servant girl who used to wash his clothes?

She is the only daughter of a notorious mafia boss, but she is forced by her father to marry a hateful bastard in a contract marriage. To avenge her father, she has a one-night stand with a charming man, but unexpectedly falls into the trap of another terrible man, who is her father's enemy and another mafia boss. His mission is to make her father disappear.
She regards him as her only salvation, but he regards her as a pawn for revenge. When two enemies dance on the sharp knife, what will be the final outcome?

She is an ordinary high schooler girl with an ordinary life, her daily activity is something that she always does and repeat everyday that makes she slowly feel bored with her life. She want to find something new in her life and her wish come true when someday she find an unique crystal near the big tree in the middle of creepy empty garden. Her life was completely change when the crystal lead her entering the other world, other planet in the other dimension, but she never knew that she has a big fate when she meets the prince with his knights. She never knew that her ordinary life will completely change from the start she decide to take the crystal. How could an ordinary high schooler play a role as a heroine to save a whole planet??

I got dragged online by one of my lead devs.

He claimed my "Incubation Project" was a gilded cage—a trap to exploit the team and steal their personal IPs.

The truth?

I funded it out of my own pocket.

Selected candidates would get a $50,000 no-strings-attached seed fund, plus full Ivy League tuition reimbursement. It was 100% voluntary, with zero penalties for opting out.

Since the internet decided I was a toxic capitalist monopolizing their creativity, I gave him exactly what he wanted. I fired off a company-wide memo:

[To protect your creative freedom from capitalist exploitation, the $50,000 Incubation Fund is permanently abolished, effective immediately.]

[As an alternative, the monthly education allowance for all employees is now a $15 reimbursement for basic coding courses.]

The moment the memo dropped, the employees who were counting on that $50k to pay off student loans or change their lives completely lost it.

Now, they're swarming right outside my glass office door, eyes red, begging me to reinstate the program.

On her way to her father's funeral, Elaine Foster was nearly killed by a hitman hired by her stepmother. But when she woke up, she had somehow become Audrey Parker, the wife of a powerful business tycoon. "Hahaha! Now I can cling to my CEO husband and crush those scumbags!" she thought gleefully.
Before she could even celebrate, her so-called husband coldly tossed a divorce agreement in front of her. "Audrey Parker, sign this. It's your last chance."
Divorce? Not a chance! She’d rather lose her life than her marriage.
"My love for you is as boundless as the rushing river, as unstoppable as the Yellow River in flood! How could you bear to leave me?"
The CEO’s lips twitched, and after a long pause, he managed only one word: "Leave."
Elaine took a step closer, batting her eyelashes as she playfully poked his chest. "Leave... and roll right into your arms?"
"Shameless."
She clasped her hands together in mock courtesy. "You flatter me."
From that day on, she embarked on a fearless journey—backed by the mighty CEO, no ghost or demon could touch her.

When Bella and Dylan meet in an unusual way, they immediately fall in love and experience a hot and intense romance. However, the powerful Alexander Kicher discovers that his son is involved with the daughter of his arch-rival Anthony Hahn and forces him to stay away at the risk of killing her. Dylan then, to protect his beloved, abruptly moves away, thus awakening anger and Bella's resentment, especially after she discovers her pregnancy and is forced to marry someone she doesn't love.
A few years later, by coincidence of fate the two meet again and Bella will have the chance to take revenge on her great love from the past who betrayed and abandoned her. But will she succeed or the love that was until then forgotten as a Will the sad and bitter memory have another chance or will the power struggle between their families prevail, defying all expectations?
Don't miss this Epic Journey! Thrill with passion, challenges and crucial choices. Embark now on this intense story that transcends time, a saga of love and power that will captivate you from start to finish!

To give my twelve-year-old daughter a peaceful and ordinary childhood, I sealed away the "Eagle" badge that represented the highest military authority in the Federation, willingly becoming a repairman with an oily phone in a remote town.
I suppressed my murderous intent, swallowed my humiliation, and even remained silent about the injustice of the referee.
But my concessions to the powerful and wealthy resulted in the richest man leading a group of professional thugs to smash my home to ruins.
to fight in front of my daughter , until his reckless son smashed my "Eagle Badge," hidden deep inside.
They had no idea that the instant the badge broke—
the SSS-level emergency beacon hidden at its core—had been triggered !

Kira Grey was supposed to be the "rejected mate," a disposable Omega meant to be broken by the cruel Alpha of Silverpine. She was never meant to survive the wedding night, let alone command the throne.
But when a mysterious pendant awakens a dormant power within her, the servant girl begins to fight back—not with brute strength, but with intellect, organizational strategy, and the uncovering of ancient, dangerous secrets.
As she dismantles the pack's hierarchy from within, she realizes she is the last heir of the legendary Moonridge line, possessing the rightful bloodline to claim the throne Ethan currently occupies. She craves not just survival, but total sovereignty.
Caught between a mate who wants to cage her and rivals who want to destroy her, Kira must embrace her hidden heritage. Will she succumb to the shackles of her past, or will she burn the throne to the ground to claim her true destiny as the Luna Queen?

On the eve of the apocalypse, I awakened a survival system: send me $5,000, and the sender can unlock a safehouse and awaken a life-saving ability.
The first person I told was Chloe, my girlfriend of three years. In return, she humiliated me in public and cheated on me without a shred of remorse.
That was the moment I finally gave up. The "nice guy" she had drained dry was dead for good.
One month later, the zombie horde arrived right on schedule. For old times' sake, I saved her one last time. And she repaid me by shoving me straight into the jaws of the mutated dead so she could save herself.
What she didn't know... was that I wasn't the only one who had awakened powers.

Raina MacNamara has made a career out of digging up skeletons; preferably the kind hidden in powerful boardrooms and political back rooms. Her latest target was RavenTech: a tech empire with a squeaky-clean reputation… and a suspicious connection to a string of so-called suicides.
When someone tries to kill her, Raina knows she’s getting close. Too close.
And that was when Tyler Paxton came in. Brooding. Ex-military. And hired to keep her safe.
He’s everything Raina doesn’t trust; mysterious, unreadable, frustratingly good-looking. But Tyler has his own agenda. His brother was one of the “suicides,” and he’ll do whatever it takes to find out why. Even if it means protecting the one woman who could blow his cover, and the entire operation wide open.

In his eyes, I had always been "understanding." Understanding enough not to fight, not to make scenes, not to ask for status.

He said we couldn't go public now, but it was for our future.

Only later did I realize that his "future" never included me.

He chose power, chose arranged marriage, chose to keep me hidden. When I finally left, he started having regrets, started saying he loved me.

But by then I understood—he wasn't regretting losing me. He panicked because I was no longer obedient, no longer his.

So I never gave him another chance. I turned and walked away.

But that was only the first step.

I chose to let the truth surface at his moment of greatest triumph, to let him taste what it feels like to lose everything.

My name is Ethan, and it wasn't until the apocalypse arrived that I realized just how cruel fate could be.

Ability awakening became the new normal. Most survivors gained some kind of supernatural power, ranging from F-rank to the legendary S-rank.

F-rank abilities were barely better than being ordinary, while S-rank ability users possessed the power to face a hundred enemies alone.

My childhood friend Davis awakened a B-rank ability [Thermal Perception], allowing him to sense the heat distribution of all living beings within a hundred-meter radius.

And me? I got the F-rank ability that everyone mocked—[Refresh].

"Hahaha! Refresh? What can that do? Refresh your life?" People at the camp always laughed at me like that.

But I didn't care. I only wanted to protect my sister Leia.

Leia is eighteen this year, one of the few ordinary people in this camp who haven't awakened an ability.

I swore to protect her, no matter the cost.

That evening at dusk, Davis came to find me, but he had already betrayed me and become a lackey of the Gray Mark Gang.

Meet Cameron Ezekiel MacMillan, all six feet, two inches tall. Ice blue eyes that can melt off your panties, and make you fall head over heels in love with him, with a sinfully gorgeous body.
Cameron lost his wife five years ago, left alone with two kids; Summer and Spring, five and seven years respectively. All he wanted was a good nanny who wouldn't quit after a month or few weeks, not a purple-eyed woman who would make his heart race like never before.
He hated the way she made him feel because he knew that feeling came with a weakness, one he couldn't afford while being the CEO of a multinational company.
Meet Ruby Miller, all five foot five tall, with a very sexy figure, even though she wasn't really aware of her shape that way. Rare purple eyes that feel like they are looking into your soul, with kissable lips.
Aside from that, losing people and things were her specialty. Five years ago, she had lost her parents, and now, her job, and her boyfriend just broke up with her.
Finding a new job to tide over before going to law school was the plan, not falling for her boss.
It is a billionaire-nanny story. Enjoy!

"If I touch you right now," Landon said quietly, "I won't stop."
"Then… maybe don't stop." I said, unable to stop the words from escaping my mouth.
Lana married young. She believed in love, in loyalty, and in the man she built a family with. Logan was her husband, her partner, and the father of her twin sons—until his sudden death left her a widow at twenty-six. For four years, Lana focused on survival. She raised her children alone and built a career as a chef, keeping her grief locked away and her desires buried.
Then a man who looked exactly like her dead husband walked into her restaurant.
He wasn't Logan.
He was Landon, Logan's identical twin brother—a man Lana never knew existed, because her husband never told her the truth.
Landon's arrival forces buried secrets to surface. Lana discovers that her marriage was built on lies, and the man she loved had a past far darker than she ever imagined. As the truth unfolds, Landon becomes the one person who knows everything—and the one person she should stay far away from.
But distance becomes impossible. Landon is not just a reminder of Logan. He is different. Dangerous. Fully aware of the line between right and wrong—and how easily it can be crossed. The attraction between them is immediate, unwanted, and deeply forbidden.
He is her late husband's brother. She is the mother of his nieces. And every step toward him feels like betrayal.
Yet the closer Lana gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to walk away—from the secrets, from the desire, and from the man who sees her not as a widow, but as a woman.
Now Lana must face the truth: Is Landon the man who will finally help her heal Or the one who will destroy what's left of her heart?

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

In my past life, my brother-in-law predicted the coming of an extreme cold apocalypse and claimed he would awaken a spatial ability on the day it arrived.
I didn't believe him, but under pressure from my wife's family, I purchased supplies anyway. Then the frozen apocalypse actually came.
I thought we'd survive together as a family, but my brother-in-law had bragged about his spatial ability and massive supplies before awakening. When his ability manifested, the space was pitifully small, and everyone he'd told came to rob us.
When food ran out, my wife's family turned on me, killing and eating me.
Reborn, I've decided to take revenge on my wife's entire family. And it all starts with secretly building my own shelter.

Desmond Velasquez is in love with his fiancée, but in just one night, many things will change in his life.

Desmond has proposed to his fiancée many times, but she hasn't accepted because she still wants to fulfill her dreams. On the third occasion that Desmond was rejected by his fiancée, he got drunk, and the unexpected happened with a woman he didn't know.

Heaven Rosales is NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth) and comes from a poor family. Her friends decided that she should go on a blind date, but because of the anxiety she felt, she drank alcohol and didn't realize she was drinking too much. Before she could even meet her blind date, she entered the wrong hotel room.

What if your one night with a stranger results in a child? What will happen to Desmond's love story with his fiancée if he and Heaven are forced to marry each other? What will Heaven's life be like with Desmond if he blames her for why he can no longer marry his fiancée?

Is there any hope that love will blossom in Desmond's hardened and closed heart for Heaven?

(This is a dark romance. 18+)

King Sven laughs again, one hand fondling the breast of the woman on top of him. The pain in my chest becomes unbearable, and I wince. His eyes flicker with something dark and satisfied. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Spending a week in prison hasn't tamed your tongue, I see,” he says, the teasing edge in his voice making my skin crawl. “I want to take my time with you… savor you to the fullest. I know I’ll enjoy breaking you.”

“You’ll have to kill me first.”

“Who says I won’t?”

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In a world where Fae are hunted and treated less than an animal, Olivia and her mute twin brother, Kyle, have spent nine years hiding their true identity within the Shadow Moon Pack. Pretending to be lowly Omegas, they blend into the pack, constantly fearing discovery. But when a simple mistake exposes Olivia's Fae heritage to the sadistic Alpha King Sven—a ruthless hybrid known for his hatred of magical beings—their lives spiral into chaos, even worse they discover they're something more.

"Go ahead and play the victim. That's all you ever do," he spat and rage flashed in her eyes.
Before he could process what she was doing, she'd grabbed him by his tie and yanked hard. They both stumbled forward and she crashed into him, her face colliding with his chest.
When Raelynn's contract marriage to Alpha Rai, her destined mate is threatened on the night of her wedding anniversary, her life takes a spiralling descent into chaos. Divorced and rejected by her own husband, she leaves the pack. And years later, she returns stronger than ever, with a set of twins who take after he ex-husband.
Determined to bring her back to his side, Alpha Rai is met with several unexpected encounters including several contenders for Freya's once broken heart. Can he reclaim what was once lost? How does his first love fit into their ill fate? Would they be able to overcome their cursed fate?

Eline, a philosophy major, and a secret werecat, is caught off guard when Draken Gallagher, the campus playboy and her self-proclaimed nemesis, suddenly takes a keen interest in her. The twist? Draken is a werewolf.

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"I'm interested in you, Eline," his straightforwardness caught me off guard, and I felt my heart stop beating. It felt like I had been knocked out of breath. "I like you and my wolf and I want to get to know you better…"

I was speechless.

He paused, studying my reaction, and then spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "Eline, there's something about you that I can't quite explain. You stir something in me, something my wolf doesn't understand."

"I also can't quite explain why the campus playboy is interested in me all of a sudden? Besides, Draken, aren't wolves supposed to be natural predators of cats? So why's your wolf interested in me? I don't get it at all."

"That's what I don't understand also, Eline. I don't understand why my wolf has taken a sudden interest in a cat."

"Try questioning it," I said.

Draken laughed, stepping even more closer to me. He was invading my personal space and for some reason, I didn't seem to mind it. He brushed a bit of my hair from my eyes, lowering his voice to a whisper as he spoke. "As a werecat, does your cat exist as a mind of its own?"

"No. Why do you ask?" I was forced to hold my breath with how close he was. I knew inhaling his scent would do things to me…to my body.

Draken smiled softly, his eyes reflecting a hint of mischief. "As for werewolves, their wolves exist as another entity. My wolf being attracted to you is what makes this so intriguing. My wolf, Grey, can't figure it out either. He just knows that he wants to mark you as his own, to claim you as his mate."

Ophelia, a death row inmate hardened by six years in a ruthless prison, will do whatever it takes to survive. When she's offered a chance to escape her fate—by joining a secret government mission involving death row inmates—she seizes the opportunity.

The mission is to explore a newly discovered planet, named Xyriel, under the guise of securing humanity’s future. Desperate to avoid execution, Ophelia agrees, even though the mission’s true purpose remains shrouded in secrecy. Soon, she meets a mysterious man named Xyriel, who shares the planet’s name. As the mission unfolds, Ophelia begins to uncover disturbing government lies—and Xyriel’s real identity may be at the heart of it all.

“Being on that bed with me?”

Lust. Losing the battle with his lust, my boss, Luther Haastrup, let out an inhumane growl and bit into my neck.

My wrists were cuffed above my head by his hands but as the need to feel and touch him grew stronger, I fought to release myself from his hold. I gripped his head tightly, pressing it closer from where it laid between my breasts. I wasn't ready to let go of him. It felt magical being underneath him as he pounded into me.

Reese Quin, a secretary to Luther Haastrup. She's very reserved, but is a sex addict due to a trauma she suffered from when she was younger. Luther Haastrup, he's a dominant man who made his way to the top. He is very business oriented and cares more about what he doesn't have than what he actually has.

Having been involved in a one-night stand with her boss, Reese finds herself in a dilemma especially when her boss craves more of her touch.

Only for ages 18 and older.

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

I gave my best friend my kidney and he fell in love with someone else.
He is not my boyfriend.
Even though I've seen his lips on mine, even though he gets jealous, even though he acts like he owns my heart—he has never asked me out.
I've loved him for as long as I can remember.
I know everything about him. I take care of him. I never forget his birthday, his habits, or the way he smiles when he thinks no one is watching.
When he was sick and needed a donor, I didn't hesitate.
I couldn't watch my best friend die. So I gave him my kidney.
I thought that meant something.
But he loves someone else now—someone new, someone who doesn't even love him back.
I can't confess.
If I lose him as my best friend, I lose everything.
So I stay silent. I suffer alone.
And I keep asking myself the one question I'm too afraid to say out loud, What if he has always loved me too?

Dragons are real. A draconic apocalypse is poised to strike at Humanity. Just one wyrm stands in the way.   As a young dragon living by the ideals of virtue and honor, Dauria wanted nothing more than to live in peace and harmony with Humanity. When that failed, she helped establish a pact that forced Dragonkind into the shadows. When she awakens after millennia of slumber, she finds the Earth a very different place than she remembers. To make matters worse, upon exiting her lair she finds herself stripped of all her draconic power and left to freeze, in human form, on the icy heights of her mountain home. Someone doesn’t want her to rejoin the rest of her kind. Someone sabotaged her from the moment she awakened. Someone wants nothing more than to begin a full-scale war between humans and dragons with the fate of the Earth in the balance. Somehow, Dauria has to find a way to overcome every obstacle placed in front of her and make her way to the Dragon Council. Who will prevent the coming war if not her? But how can she do that with no power and not even the strength of her dragon form to aid her?   If you love stories all about dragons as deeply flawed and conflicted as any human and thrilling contemporary fantasy, then download your copy of Dawn of the Overlord today!

"Kiera Scott is a 21 years old single lady, she Lives alone since she graduated from high school. Sometimes her friends come around to visit her. Luckily enough for her, she's the only daughter of her family and very pampered. She's pretty... The perfect definition of beauty can be told alone by looking at her. She's loved by everyone in her neighborhood, works in a very good company and paying one loved by her colleagues. But! The only problem is her Boss.

He's Tibby Wilf. He is a sex freak, crazy, mean, extra arrogant. He hates being corrected. But Kiera keeps crushing on him.

He was a sex addict. He'd always scold her when she's wrong and not...till she got used to it.

Now she accidentally found him in the shower.

"you!!" he called as she turned back shocked to see her boss half naked.

"argh!" she screamed and shut her eyes closed

"what you doing here?"" she asked

"I should ask you that!" he fired back as she opened her eyes

'gosh...so hot' she gasped in her thoughts

"I'm hiding... please" she whispered as she walked closer to him

"hey... stay back" he hurriedly said as she staggered back

"argh!" she screamed as he pushed her back but unfortunately... his towels fell off his waist."

Nora Vale inherits three million dollars and a ruined seaside motel from an aunt her family called impossible.

She tells no one. Not even Rowan, her exhausted mechanic husband, who has spent years letting his family drain him dry.

Instead, Nora tells one dangerous lie: her design studio has collapsed, and she has lost everything.

Rowan does not blame her. He does not leave. He takes her hand and says, "Then we rebuild. You and me."

But the inheritance is not just money. Harbor Mile Motel hides records of a predatory company buying coastal properties through debt, fear, and family pressure. Rowan's brother is involved. Nora's aunt may not have died as quietly as everyone believed.

Now Nora must learn that money can buy time, repairs, and lawyers, but it cannot buy trust. And Rowan must decide whether the woman who lied to test his love is still the woman he wants to build a future with.

Warning : Matured contents.

"Fuck ," Keir moaned as he placed his hand on her head motioning her to reduce her pace as she was at the edge of making him loose his mind but she didn't stop rather she continued gagging on his manhood swiftly and at interval she would meet his eyes with a smile on her face.

"Damn," Keir moaned again this time loudly as he released into her mouth, watching her take all of him as she swallowed. He didn't know how they had gotten here but he was pleased, his parents had organized a get together with all their shareholders and as usual Octavia had suggested they go have their own meeting in his office.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Octavia Cosmo and Keir Hydra are childhood friends, they come to a compromise after being in a series of unhealthy relationships with their past partners to be in a friend's with benefits situation to satisfy their sexual urge.

They keep at it for some while till Octavia realize she might be in love with Keir when he informs her he wants to call off their agreement off as he is now in love.

Will she let him go or do the untold to keep their agreement permanent?

Travis Savage and I were a notorious public pair, bound together by nothing but hatred.

In the glittering, indulgent world of Chicago, he was an untouchable mafia king who ruled with absolute power, making and breaking rules on a whim. And I? I was the wife he loathed above all others in his criminal empire.

It all started when my parents lost their lives saving him, gunned down by his rivals. After their deaths, he kept me close as I grew up, and eventually, our marriage became what everyone expected. For a long time, he was my only anchor in this lonely world.

Once, he’d knelt before me and sworn to protect me for the rest of my life.

Now, he hated me.

He hated that I refused to sign the divorce papers, that I stood in the way of him running off with Renee Sutton — the orphan girl he claimed to have rescued off the streets.

He let her walk all over me and flaunt herself openly in front of me. To get back at them, I leaked their sordid secrets overnight across all of Chicago: their flirty messages, their hotel stays. Word spread through both the criminal underworld and high society alike, leaving the pair mocked and shunned by everyone.

Our marriage had rotted away years ago, worn thin by endless mutual resentment. It was stagnant, foul, and long dead.

Until three days ago.

A string of ambushes left Travis a hunted man. While swerving to avoid an oncoming truck, he was involved in a devastating car crash.

He lay unconscious in the ICU for three full days. When he woke, he claimed he’d forgotten every ounce of the nine years of hatred between us. In his mind, he was still nineteen — the age when he loved me with everything he had.

He Thought I'd Wait Forever. I Wore White for Someone Else.

Nora canceled the wedding venue on a Tuesday. The deposit was nonrefundable. She let it go.
Eight years she'd held that stretch of coast — the cliff, the white tent, the January date they circled and let slide every spring. She slid the ring off at the kitchen counter and dropped it in the drawer with the dead batteries and old takeout menus. It didn't feel like heartbreak. It felt like setting down something she'd carried too long.
Adrian would find out. Not tonight. He still thought her silence was a thing to be coaxed out of. He still thought she'd always be there.
She'd already decided she wouldn't. By the time he understood, she'd be on that coast in a white dress — and the man beside her wouldn't be him.

The Alaskan winds cut across my face like knives, but only one thought consumed me—why hadn't Madison shown up to get me? In ten years, my sister had never failed to be there.

Until I walked in on my brother-in-law tangled up with some blonde bitch, and my world shattered. "Fallen through ice in a blizzard"? What a goddamn lie. They cut open her eight-month pregnant belly to steal her baby—while she was still conscious. They let her suffer for 47 excruciating minutes before she died.

I didn't break out of the psych ward to cry about it. I came back so these monsters can pay their blood debts in full. They think I was born wicked? Fine. Let me show them exactly how it feels to have your living body sliced open.

I suffered from a severe congenital heart defect.

And my mother, Jamie, had terminal bone cancer.

My family was not a happy one. It marked the third year since my father, Nelson, had openly and unapologetically betrayed their marriage.

That morning, my mother swallowed a handful of painkillers and forced herself to stand up from her wheelchair.

She asked her best friend, Zoey, who was also my attending physician, to forge a medical report.

Zoey trembled with anger, her tears dropping heavily onto the paper.

"Jamie, are you crazy? Your bones are being eaten away by cancer cells every single day. You're in so much pain you bang your head against the wall all night. Why would you fake a clean bill of health?"

"Do you think that bastard Nelson will change his mind and come back to you just because you pretend to be healthy?"

I thought I was the perfect wife and mother, until I heard my husband outside his office, laughing, calling me a "prison warden" and planning to use our daughter as cover while he ran off to Tuscany with his grad student.

Everything fell apart. Then my daughter, in front of everyone: "That's just our annoying nanny."

I tried to hold on to what was left of our family, but my daughter shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby, and my husband just checked his watch while I bled out on the floor.

They locked me in and left for Italy.

Alone in the hospital, they told me I'd lost the baby and had "memory damage."

Now they're back, expecting the same obedient wife.

She's gone.

And I'm done loving them.

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

But I couldn't save my own daughter.

At the dock, two children were strapped to bombs.

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

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

His illegitimate son.

I compromised.

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

I never expected her to be Rosie.

My five-year-old daughter.

She looked at me.

Her lips moved, forming the word "Mommy."

Then the explosion tore through everything...

I thought that after twenty years with the Sterlings—even as an adopted child—I'd at least count as family. But the day they found their biological daughter Victoria, they announced they were throwing me out and planned to humiliate me at the family gathering. Based on what right?

Even more disgusting was how my almost-fiancé Blake immediately started fooling around with Victoria, eager to watch me get kicked to the curb!

When everyone was lining up to step on me, it was Alexander—the one I'm supposed to call "stepbrother"—who protected me. In his apartment, when he stood behind me gripping my hand as I chopped vegetables, his breath grazing my ear before he finally bent down to kiss me... my heartbeat went completely erratic.

My biggest regret? Trusting my husband with my mother's life.

The day the mudslide hit, I was on my knees. Begging him to send a helicopter.

He told me to wait. Twenty minutes. But when the helicopter came, it went for his adoptive sister Vivian instead.

I held my mother in the ruins. Her body was shutting down. I waited. Waited until she went cold in my arms.

When he finally showed up at the hospital, the first thing he said? Accused me of faking it. Said I just wanted attention.

In that moment, my heart died too.

Later, I found out Vivian wasn't even sick.

She said "I don't feel well"—that's all it took. And he left my mother and me to die.

Called me a lunatic. In front of everyone. All for her.

I was ready to leave. For good. Then someone shattered my mother's ashes.

On the day I got engaged to the heir of an elite old-money family, my own birth mother spread vicious lies about me in front of the entire crowd. She claimed I’d lived a wildly promiscuous life while studying abroad, and had even secretly given birth to a stillborn child with no known father.
Afterwards, she took my hand and sobbed out an apology, saying she’d only wanted to test whether my fiancé truly loved me enough to stand by me. I was foolish enough to believe her, and drank the calming tea she’d personally handed me.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, everything was destroyed. I lay in my bedroom, disheveled and half-dressed, and the man beside me was none other than my younger sister’s boyfriend.
In the end, my fiancé married my sister. And I was mercilessly disowned and cast out by my own family.
But twenty years later, every single one of them would come to regret what they’d done.

I remember that frost-covered train door like it was the last thing I ever saw. Because it was.
The escape spot I’d spent three years scraping together? My fiancée was sitting in it, wearing my parka. Her brother had my hiking boots on his feet. Her mother clutched the medical kit I’d carried six miles through ash-covered roads. And Caleb Frost—the ex she’d sworn was just “someone from the past”—stood in the seat that should have been mine, lifting my silver emergency flask in a toast.
While I froze out in the subzero ash storm, my lungs burning like they were filled with shards of broken glass, they turned their backs to me under the warm yellow light inside.
Then I woke up.
The calendar read May 3, 2041. Exactly one year before the Yellowstone chain eruption would turn the northern hemisphere into a frozen grave.
On the TV, experts were still downplaying the volcanic tremors, insisting there was no immediate risk to the public. My fiancée walked into the bedroom wearing one of my white shirts, carrying coffee in the blue mug she’d bought with my card. She reached for my forehead, asking if I’d had a bad dream.
None of them know I’ve already died once.
They’re still plotting how to make me pay for her brother’s failed investments, how to sneak texts to her old boyfriend, how to use me as their most obedient, most useful doormat until the world ends. I’ve sold the downtown office towers, mortgaged the lakefront house, bought the abandoned geothermal station no one wanted in the dead mountains, and signed a stack of engineering contracts they’ll never bother to read.
They still smile and thank me, tell me I’m the best fiancé in the world.
They have no idea who will be holding the key to the door, when the sky goes dark forever and the snow never stops falling.

“Smile, Natalie,” Callum whispered before he walked onstage.

So I smiled while he thanked another woman for the crisis plan I had written. I smiled when he pinned my grandmother’s sapphire brooch to her dress. I even smiled when his message came in, canceling our nineteenth appointment at the county clerk’s office.

Then I walked out with our unsigned marriage license papers in my purse and called the one CEO he hated most.

By the time Callum realized I wasn’t waiting anymore, I had already taken my name, my work, and my future back.

It had only been seventeen minutes since my wife passed away. My daughter was sobbing on the phone.

"Dad, they're trying to drive me out."

I stared at the medical report in the doctor's hand.

The first natural antibody carrier.Toxin levels in the blood: zero.

The same poison that killed my wife, that killed my six-year-old son…had left me completely unharmed.

The doctor lowered his voice."Mr. Miller, you have to stay. They're sending people to pick you up."

I let out a cold laugh.

"My daughter is trapped in the basement storage room right now. Is anyone here going to help her?"

Silence fell over everyone.

I grabbed the glass water cup from the bedside table.

"Five years ago, they handed me a disciplinary penalty and fired me from the rescue team. Everyone said I was good for nothing."

The cup smashed against the floor.

I picked up the longest shard of broken glass.

"Today, I'll show you all how a useless man saves lives."