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Eli Morgan had spent years trying to survive Noah Carter.

Unfortunately, Noah Carter seemed determined to ruin his life.

As The College’s swim captain, campus heartthrob, and his older brother’s best friend, Noah had made teasing Eli his personal hobby, touching him too casually, acting possessive whenever Eli liked someone, and somehow inserting himself into every part of Eli’s life.

And somehow?

Nobody else thought it was weird.

Not even Ethan, Eli’s perfect older brother.

But when Eli finally starts dating someone seriously, Noah’s behavior changes from annoying to dangerous. The teasing becomes jealousy. The casual touches become possessive. And the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore.

I was supposed to leave that stage with a crown, a bouquet, and a diamond ring.
Instead, I walked off with a storm behind me, a crown I wasn’t sure I wanted… and the whole world watching.
Miss X 2025 — that’s what they call me now. The girl who turned down the golden boy on live television. Adrian Carlisle wasn’t just a suitor in a suit — he was the heir to a legacy, a man with power stitched into his name… and secrets buried deep beneath it.
Now those secrets are surfacing. And so are the consequences.
The cameras haven’t stopped flashing. The headlines haven’t stopped spinning. And the people I once trusted — my friends, my allies — are beginning to turn. Every smile hides an agenda. Every compliment feels like a trap. Even love comes with conditions now.
The stage wasn’t the end. It was the ignition point.
Because now there are threats behind every spotlight, alliances shifting like shadows, and whispers about who I truly am — and what I’m willing to destroy to protect it.
But I didn’t say no just to crumble under pressure.
And I didn’t survive this far to be rewritten.
Behind this crown is a woman who chose herself — loudly, unapologetically — and now must fight to keep her story from being stolen.
Because in a world that loves obedient queens and polished fairy tales…
I’m the girl who broke the script.
And I’m not done yet.

She was supposed to be a one night transaction in the form of stripper-paid entertainment.

He was supposed to be the devil the girls whispered about behind the curtains.

Sable Zhen walked into that hotel suite with one goal. To survive the night, clear her debt, and disappear into a different life, a fresh start. She did not plan to feel anything, and she definitely did not plan for him.

Alaric Evander Leighton is the kind of man cities are built around. He does not break his rules, he does not feel things he cannot contain, he does not contact women himself, he does not skip background checks, and he most definitely does not think about the same face two days in a row.

Until the girl with the stage name—Parisol.

When Sable walks through the doors of Leighton Biotech on Monday morning and finds herself face to face with the man she spent the night whimpering under, the world she has carefully constructed begins to fracture at the edges.

He is her boss. She is his assistant. And between them sits an attraction neither of them can afford.

But the secrets do not stop there.

A tattoo behind her ear. Two criminal syndicates and a past that reaches further back than either of them knows and connects them in ways that have nothing to do with one night in a dark hotel room.

Something was set in motion long before they met.

And it is only just beginning to surface.

"We must stop!" She breathed out and removed her wrists from his hold. She straightened her dress and began to walk away.
"How long do you think you'll be able to run away from me? I'll catch up to you eventually." He replied.

There was an ominous demonic glare in her angelic eyes. They said she was nothing but the darkness, a living embodiment of terror. She was the assassin, roaming across centuries, killing and hiding. She had known blood and death her entire life, but what she didn't know was that the biggest battle awaited her, one with her soul and her mate.

Lycan Prince Aiden, heir to the Kingdom of Werewolves, the fated Alpha King. Everything would change after he found her, his moon-blessed Luna. Would he be ready for the storm and darkness brought along with her? Meant to bend himself to her will and desires, both of their fates will be twisted into unexpected accord.

Victor Graves was supposed to die.

Instead, he is chosen by the Reaper and thrown into a brutal world ruled by levels, survival, and blood-earned power.

Armed with a relentless will and a growing connection to death itself, Victor must navigate monsters, guilds, and deadly secrets while becoming the very weapon the Reaper intended him to be.

Someone is killing unmarked souls, and Ru is the only one that can stop them. That's a bit of a problem, though, since she has no idea she's a Keeper.

Adopted as a child, Ru knows nothing about her birth parents. Her new mom insists she was given up because she "ruins everything." Hence, her name-Ruin. Yet, Ru has managed to make a life for herself in the town of Reaper's Hollow, working as a fourth grade teacher, which she loves. If it wasn't for her inability to touch anything electrical without starting a fire, she'd be the happiest girl in Upstate New York.

That is, until the charming and devastatingly handsome Cutter Michaels moves into the classroom across the hallway and starts filling her head with all sorts of unbelievable fantasies. He claims she is the lost Keeper, the daughter of a half-angel and a half-demon, and she is the only one who can help him locate three portals the Reapers, as in Grim Reaper, are using to ferry souls away to the Underworld. Ru knows he's lost his mind, and yet she finds herself being sucked into his delusions more each day. The fact that he can shoot fire out of his hands might have something to do with that.

Once she begins having dreams where she comes face to face with Thanatos, the most powerful Reaper of all, Ru begins to think there might be more to story than she's been giving him credit for. Will joining Cutter lead her to find her biological parents and discover her powers, or will Thanatos claim her for his own?
Will the Keepers close the portals, or will the Reaper's continue to claim unmarked souls whose names are not yet written in The Book of the Dead?

WARNING:
Adult content, recommended for readers 18 and older only.
Contains BDSM relationship, erotic content, violence.
The book excerpt:
"Here, I have a key to your heart," she left the key in her palm, metal and skin together. Ocean stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught her attention because of its resemblance to a dagger, so she took it and waited for the perfect opportunity.
"Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growled in disgust. If she is lucky, she'd be unleashed by the end of the night.
Taking the first step toward her destruction, Ocean grins and moves her hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of her neck as she stops directly in front of him. Ocean places her palm on his chest, guides her fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of her lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, the woman takes the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at her in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" she asks, grabs him by the collar, and pulls him closer, her lips lightly stroke his ear as she whispers, "It fits."

Sold like a circus animal.
Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred.
With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again.
Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it.
The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth.

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A WOMAN IN DESPERATE NEED OF RESCUE
A deserted stretch of highway, a young woman stranded in a fancy car, and the sound of motorcycles in the black night....Tessa Monroe's cross-country trip ends all too suddenly when Dane Hayes finds her. From his sexy bedroom eyes to his black leather jacket and dusty jeans, he spells trouble, but so does the nasty-looking biker gang that surrounds them. Within minutes, Tessa is on the back of Dane's Harley, and at the mercy of a man who breaks through all of her defenses and makes her want him--good or bad, right or wrong.

AN UNLIKELY SAVIOR IN LEATHER AND JEANS
Dane's mission doesn't need another complication, yet from the moment he sees her he wants her with a rough, hungry passion that can hurt them both. Claiming her and abducting her is the only way to protect her from the gang. Then all hell breaks loose, and Dane and Tessa are on the run with no place to hide--except in each other's arms.

Thaddeus Quell was nobody: a live-in husband turned doormat, slapped for clean floors, bankrupted by his mother-in-law's greed, cuckolded while he fetched groceries. Then his house burned with his wife, daughter, and tormentor inside. He rushed in. He saved them. He fell through fire.  

And something answered.  

A crimson ledger bloomed in his dying vision: touch the dying, see their death, let it happen for money, save them and pay with your life. Now Thaddeus is a billionaire walking corpse—gray hair spreading, organs failing, ghosts whispering vengeance. Every innocent he saves binds a fallen angel to his side. Every villain he lets die (or kills) feeds Echo, the growing shadow that wants the ledger for Hell's throne.  

He wanted to die.  

The system said no.  

Heaven said fight.  

Echo said come closer.  

Now Thaddeus must decide: become the balance-keeper who reaps the wicked and spares the helpless, or let Echo harvest his soul and every child still screaming in the dark.

My father said an honest man can't run a farm. My brother called me nothing but a burden. My ex-girlfriend dropped her engagement ring into a glass of champagne and handed it back to me. They all thought I was worthless. None of them knew I'd been reborn, and had stockpiled five years' worth of supplies in the cold storage. When the blizzard hit, the walkie-talkie crackled to life. I heard their cries and the unspoken thoughts swirling inside their heads. Really? You're still trying to scheme against me right now?

One night can change a life forever...
As a respected elementary school teacher, Isabella Givens is not the kind of woman to visit bars, drink all night or take a stranger home… until she meets him. Tall, handsome and full of trouble, Kohl is a bad decision waiting to happen. Suddenly, Isabelle is two shots and one dance away from changing her life.
Prince Kohl has returned to Earth injured and in need of a way to turn the tide of a war that has raged on his world for years. When he learns that a much-needed crystal is hidden in a safe at a local bar, he intends to retrieve it. Meeting a beautiful distraction is NOT part of his plans, yet for some reason, Kohl can’t help himself…
Neither of them knows where their night of passion will lead, nor how soon their actions will threaten everything they both hold dear.
Fate and love intertwine across the galaxy, bringing two lost souls together.
Aliens of Renjer Series is created by J.S. Wilder, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Hera is eighteen and has never been in a relationship her entire life. Although pretty, she is only known by her oversized hoodies and glasses.

Baek is a hot, sexy, god of death. Heartless, cold and immortal. All he has ever done is take lives and send the souls where they belong. When it is time for Baek to take the lives of nine students of Trevor's High, he has to spend three days as a student of the school and watch his preys. He bumps into Hera and after staring at her olive grey eyes and fixing her broken glasses, Baek feels strangely pulled to the weird funny girl. He realizes she is going to be one of the student whose lives he has to take in three days time, he feels hurt. An emotion he has not felt for hundreds of years. When it is the third day and Baek has to take the lives of the students during a bus crash on their way to a field trip, he discovers he cannot take Hera's life and so, he sends her into limbo. A life that is neither alive, nor dead.

Will Baek break his own heart in his quest of fulfilling his duties as a grim reaper or would he chose love and risk his very existence?

Knox’s hand closes around the collar of my cut, tugging me back just enough that I feel the heat of him at my spine.

“You keep looking at trouble like that,” he murmurs against my ear, voice rough and low, “and one day it’s going to look back.”

I tilt my chin, meeting his gaze over my shoulder.

“Good,” I whisper. “I’m counting on it.”

His mouth curves slowly, dark and dangerous.

“Careful, Shade,” he says. “The Reapers don’t play nice.”

“Neither do I.”

I grew up around the Reaper’s MC.
The roar of bikes, the smell of gasoline and leather, the kind of loyalty that runs deeper than blood. It was never supposed to be my world though. That belonged to my brother.
Ghosteye.
He wore the patch. He lived by the Crown. He believed in the club with everything he had.
And then one day… he was just gone.
Everyone says it was handled.
Everyone says the club took care of it.
But something about it never felt right.
So I did the one thing no one expected—I stepped into the Reapers myself.
Prospecting. Proving I belong in a world where men like Knox, Lucian, and my own father rule with iron fists and blood-stained loyalty.
Digging graves. Running jobs. Surviving men who think I shouldn’t even be here.
The deeper I go, the more I realize this club is built on secrets… and Ghosteye was buried with one of the biggest.
But if the Reapers taught me anything growing up, it’s this:
You don’t wear the Crown unless you’re willing to bleed for it.
And I’m ready to burn this entire kingdom to the ground if that’s what it takes to learn the truth.

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it’s another business document.
Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine.
The only rule? Don’t fall in love.
I broke it. He didn’t.
So I’m cashing out. Thirty days from now, I’m gone.
But now he’s noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me.
He says he’ll never let me go. But he has no idea I’m already halfway out the door.
How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

I thought drowning while trying to save a little girl was the end of my story. Turns out, it was just the beginning of my empire in the Land of the Dead.
Now, I'm the infamous owner of the afterlife's most intimate boutique. My clients? A community of skeletons so conservative, they excuse themselves before holding hands and have been sleeping in separate beds for thirty years of marriage.
To make sure my boyfriend Carlos doesn't forget me, I convinced him to become my interdimensional supplier. But my thriving business comes at a deadly cost: every product he sends drains his life force. And just as I make this horrifying discovery, I learn the little girl I died saving is in deadly danger once again, as her stepmother plots against her again.
With the love of my life fading away and an innocent child's life on the line, what price am I willing to pay for a second chance at life?

Detective Iris Hale has spent twelve years building an impeccable reputation—logical, relentless, untouchable. In a city where most cases involve infidelity and insurance fraud, she's the department's rising star, poised for promotion to Homicide Chief. Then the "Reaper Murders" shatter her carefully constructed world.
Seventeen bodies in three months. Each victim carved with an elegant "R" mark post-mortem, their faces frozen in expressions of euphoric terror. No DNA. No witnesses. No pattern—except the killer's obsession with perfection. The city spirals into paranoia, and the department hands Iris an ultimatum: catch the Reaper or watch her career burn.
But when Iris discovers a mark identical to the victims' carved into her own childhood diary—dated fifteen years ago—the investigation becomes horrifyingly personal. Someone has been watching her since she was seventeen. Someone who knows the darkest secret she's buried: the night she accidentally killed her abusive stepfather and made it look like suicide.
Enter Dr. Ronan Ashford, the enigmatic forensic psychologist assigned to her task force. Brilliant, unsettling, and possessing an uncanny ability to predict the killer's next move, Ronan becomes Iris's only anchor in the chaos. He sees past her professional armor to the guilt she's weaponized into ambition. Their intellectual chemistry ignites into something dangerous, something neither can afford—especially when Iris begins noticing that Ronan's theoretical profiles feel less like deduction and more like confession.
As bodies pile up and the Reaper's messages grow intimate—notes addressing her by childhood nickname, crime scenes staged at locations from her past—Iris faces an impossible truth: the killer isn't just obsessed with her. He's been crafting her into his masterpiece for over a decade. Every case she's solved, every criminal she's caught, every moral compromise she's made—all calculated steps in his grand design.

By night, I’m an undefeated underground street racer flirting with death; by day, I’m a lowly law intern who just realized the stranger I slept with owns the entire firm.

I’ve lived two lives for years. During the day, I’m Adeline, a top-of-her-class law student trying to outrun her family’s criminal reputation. But at night, I am Ghost. The maniac who takes corners at impossible speeds on a modified bike.

It was at the underground track that I met Rider. He had a custom Ducati, an unplaceable accent, and striking storm-gray eyes. He beat me by a fraction of a second, and I bought him a drink. That drink turned into the most intense, earth-shattering night in a cheap motel. We promised no names. No real life. Just one night.

Two months later, I walked into Royal & Associates, the most cutthroat corporate law firm in the city, ready for my first day as an intern. I was wearing a cheap pencil skirt, blending in with fifty other nervous graduates.

The HR lady was giving us a tour of the 45th-floor executive suites when the heavy double doors opened.

My blood ran cold.

Stepping out of the CEO’s office, surrounded by terrified junior partners, was Rider. He was wearing a bespoke black suit, his hair perfectly styled, radiating terrifying authority. Percy Akilov. The billionaire owner of the firm.

As he spoke to a partner, his storm-gray eyes swept over the crowd of interns. And then he saw me.

I watched the shock hit him, followed instantly by a dark, possessive fury that made my knees weak. The entire hallway went dead silent as the most powerful man in the building stopped in his tracks, ignoring everyone else, and stalked directly toward me.

"Miss Volkov," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers down my spine. "My office. Now."

Ten years ago, James lost everything—his parents murdered, his life shattered. Left for dead, he clawed his way back to become the Reaper, the undisputed King of the Underworld.

Now he returns to settle the score. But the moment he arrives, a billion-dollar bounty goes live. Every mercenary, assassin on earth wants his head.

Yet James doesn't run. He waits. Because the bounty isn't just a price—it's a clue. Someone wants him dead before he uncovers the truth about who really killed his parents. And the deeper he digs, the more the walls close in.

After being imprisoned in the dark tunnel for 500 years. Rose Blair, a grim reaper was sent out on a mission to find the Soul fragment of the lord god, which was scattered in different worlds.

But the problem is why does the invincible lord god keep chasing her around, professing his love in every world.

First World- You belong to me and no one else

Second World- You dare to run away from me!

Third world- I will tie you to my side and make sure you never leave

But then will every world go without obstacles from those trying their best to stop god from awakening?

“I do not want to stay here! Tell that to your lord!” She yelled at him. “He will take me back to Dragonsbane right now or I will bring this whole castle down!” -
Once every six hundred years, a ruling descendant of Axeris must offer up a pure breed daughter of Khione to the ancient spirits to keep the seal over the undead army of Osyron from breaking open and unleashing the wrath of the blood thirsty god upon the people of Astaroth and the other six kingdoms.
Lord Ryder’s rule falls under this year and he has his eyes set on Lyra, a pure breed descendant and princess of Dragonsbane, but there are complications when he tries to get her, she cannot remember him and he cannot offer her up if she is not in love with him.
Time is running out, the seal is very unstable and everything seems to be working against him as he is soon caught up in a whirlwind of impossibilities and forced to make a difficult choice.
There are secrets and twists as this is a tale woven into a maze of labyrinths, with each turn unlocking a new and unpredictable play out, until he is left standing against all he had ever believed in.

“Kiss arse! Your contract doesn’t say you can toss me around!” Her voice sounded deceivingly confident. She was trembling inside, every fibre of her wanting to shrink away from the man who towered over her, watching her with his disarming gaze. Marc Aryan had unnerved her the first time she’d met him and he still unnerved her now.

“Kiss arse? My contract says you should obey my every command within the terms of said contract.”

Amelia Parker thought she had it all figured out - a successful career as a pediatrician and a fulfilling life. That is until she meets her new patient, James, who changes everything. When James wakes up from a coma with no memory and calls her 'Mummy', Amelia's life takes an unexpected turn. She never expected to end up married to James' billionaire father, Marc Aryan, let alone fall in love with him.

As their relationship becomes more permanent, Amelia discovers that there is more to Marc than meets the eye. His cold exterior hides a caring and warm-hearted person that she falls in love with. But, when Amelia is given evidence about her mother's death from the rival family, everything is thrown into chaos.

Can Amelia and Marc overcome the challenges that stand in the way of their love? Will Amelia be able to clear her mother's name? Find out in this captivating romantic novel about love, secrets, and the lengths we go to protect the ones we love.

Book 1- Ten years ago Charlotte fell in love.
Seven years ago she made a terrible mistake that would rip them apart forever.
Now, she's just trying to rebuild her life.
Moving into the safe neighbourhood was meant to be the start of something great, and it was right up until she realised The Lost Reapers MC were her next door neighbours.
Bikers were bad news… everyone knew that.
Everyone it seemed but Charlotte herself, who finds herself undeniably drawn to not one but two bikers.
But who will she choose and more importantly will she even get the chance to?
Because the past is about to catch up with her and her two hot bikers might not be able to save her in time.
**contains the following themes
MMF
Why Choose
Explicit Sex
Violence and SA (not between main characters)
Forbidden romance

Book 2- Daisy in Chains
*** contains the following themes
Explicit sex
Grumpy/sunshine
Age Gap
Violence, ☠️, and talk of SA (not between main characters.

Book 3- Runaway Muse
*** contains the following themes
Explicit sex
Opposites attract
Secret identity
Grief and Violence (both on and off the page)

Cover Design- RJ Creatives
(No ai was used in any part of the production of this

"It's not compensating. It's lagging," I said, my grease-stained hands resting on my hips as I corrected the most arrogant, untouchable F1 racer on my very first day.
Silence fell over the elite mechanical training facility. Every perfectly polished student turned to stare at me—the charity case from the slums. But Carlos Santiago didn't just stare. His sharp, assessing gaze landed on me like a physical weight. "And who are you to correct me?" he demanded, stepping closer until the scent of expensive cologne and burning rubber surrounded me.

I didn't back down. I knew engines better than I knew people. "I wasn't correcting you. I was fixing the problem," I shot back. He was perfect—ash brown hair, thick lashes, and a jawline that belonged on a billboard. But he was also completely wrong about the calibration. I reached past him, my knuckles brushing his pristine racing suit, and adjusted the valve. The engine instantly purred to life. Flawless.

His eyes darkened. He hated losing control. He stepped into my space, trapping me against the workstation. "You've got good instincts," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But instincts don't win races." Before I could push him away, someone bumped into him from behind. He stumbled forward, and suddenly, his lips crashed hard against mine. My mind went completely blank. It was an accident. It had to be. But when he pulled back, his eyes weren't steady, and his breathing was ragged. "Stay out of my way," he warned.

But the way he looked at my lips? It didn't feel like a warning at all. It felt like a promise.

His father died broke and broken. Zed Chen knows who's responsible.
One race. One torn mask. Now the Iron Wolves know his face — and their VP is the one holding his debt.
Dax Steele doesn't look like the enemy. That's what makes her dangerous.
She wants him to race for her club. He wants answers about his father. Neither of them planned on needing the other to survive.
But the deeper Zed rides into her world, the more the story he grew up believing starts to crack. His father wasn't just a victim. Dax isn't just a villain. And the people they're both after won't stop until one of them is in the ground.
Fifty thousand dollars brought them together. The truth might be the only thing that keeps them alive.

Olivia had lived in pain for most of her life. Because of her unusually large body, people spat at her wherever she went, tripped her in front of hallway lockers, humiliated her openly.
The only light in her life was the man she had secretly loved.
He was the golden boy of campus, never short of girls to dance with. They had a one-night stand—but later, at a fraternity gathering, he mocked her, laughing about how she smelled disgusting.
The past has a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.
Olivia Evans thought she had left her painful past behind. Once known as Emma Cooper, the fat girl constantly humiliated by her classmates, she buried those memories along with her old identity. Changing her name and transforming her life, Olivia became someone far from the girl who once carried qthe weight of ridicule. But when she walks into a clinic with her daughter and comes face-to-face with Noah Ezekiel Morgan, the man who once shattered her heart, everything she tried to forget comes rushing back.
Now, with her daughter’s life hanging in the balance and a high school reunion she never planned to attend, Olivia is forced to confront the man who hurt her deeply. Will she keep her true identity a secret, or will the emotions she’s kept buried for so long rise to the surface?
The weight of the past may be harder to carry than she ever imagined.

After three years of secret marriage with a famous playboy F1 racer, Aria finally got pregnant. But she discovered that Liam was staying with his ex, who is also pregnant…
She was heartbroken, and left the city to raise the baby on her own.
6 years later, while back in town, Aria ran into Liam as her new boss.
Him: "I bought a mansion for our child. Stay."😳
Her: "Sorry, he has no father. "😒

When the alpha of the black moon pack is attacked by a group of rouges, he never expected for anyone to help him specially his mate. One who is hiding a secret and is as unique as him.
Will they find love within each other of be torn apart by some one unexpected.

“I, Julius Armstrong, reject Doris Charles as my mate.”
The laughter came right after.
This was the second time my mate rejected me because I cannot talk. In the pack, they call me dumb not because I am stupid, but because I am mute.
When I turned eighteen, my first mate rejected me for that reason.
Today, it was the Gamma.
He is twenty-one, the same age as the Alpha and Beta.
This was his third rejection. The first girl was too fat, the second was too short and now, I was dumb.
I never wanted to attend the mating ceremony. I knew how it would end, but my stepmother forced me to go, and my stepsisters came just to watch me get mocked again.
The next day, wolves who had found their mates returned to officially claim them before the Alpha and pack leaders.
I went only because I was forced, just to stand there and watch my stepsister get chosen.
Then something happened that no one expected.
The Alpha claimed me as his mate in front of everyone.
Was I shocked? Yes.
Did I believe him? No.
Did I think it was a cruel joke? Absolutely.
Because no Alpha would choose a rejected, mute girl like me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm back.

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

Seven years ago, Mara Vale signed a confession for the man she loved.

Grant Mercer promised it was the only way to save their future. He said the hit-and-run was an accident, that his family would hire the best lawyer, that she would be home before their baby learned to walk. Instead, Mara gave birth in prison, lost her son to Grant's polished lies, and watched him build a new life on the story of being ruined by a criminal ex-fiancee.

Now Mara is free, broke, and trained in the one craft no one in Grant's glittering world respects until they need it: the restoration of damaged photographs, burned paper, and things people thought were too ruined to speak.

When Grant's wealthy new wife hires Mara to save the Hart family archives, Mara steps into a house built on reputation, money, and locked boxes. Inside those boxes are old newspapers, altered confessions, receipts, signatures, and ashes that remember the truth better than any person dared to.

Grant stole Mara's name, her son, and seven years of her life. He is about to learn that some things cannot return to what they were, but they can still be restored.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

At the school's field day, my six-year-old son pointed straight at me and shouted for everyone to hear, "I'd rather be alone than with her! She's the worst mom in the world!"
He hated that I couldn't afford expensive toys, hated that we lived in a tiny apartment, hated that I was just a useless woman.
Then he turned and ran straight into the arms of the woman who destroyed my family, calling her name in the sweetest voice, just because she handed him an ice cream.
My ex-husband leaned against his luxury car, sneering, "Nora, if you admit you were wrong, I'll let you come back. We can get married again."
Looking at their smug faces, I finally let go of the hands I'd been gripping tightly for four years.
"All right," I said, smiling as I signed away custody, "Since you two love each other so much, I hope you and your perfect little family enjoy every minute together."
They thought I was playing hard to get, but they had no idea—this time, I really meant it.

"Hey, easy on the thrusts, I can barely stand."

Inside a top-tier nightclub in Los Angeles, the heavy bass was making the floorboards vibrate. I took advantage of the crowd and pressed tightly against the girl in front of me.

She was wearing a strapless, tight little black dress, her hands waving in the air, her perfectly shaped ass shaking wildly to the beat.

God help me, she was completely commando under that dress!

What excited me even more was that she didn't reject my advances at all; instead, she started actively accommodating them.

My buddy Ron had been a miserable wreck for days, whining about how some young girl had scammed him out of his cash.
After pressing him for details, I found out the girl worked at a massage therapy parlor.
Fired up with the idea of getting some payback for my brother, I headed over to this "blind massage" joint...
Only to find myself tumbling headfirst into the very same honey trap.

After I took in my first love, she promised she'd always be good to me.
But after my mother died in a car accident, I found her in our home—with another man.
She told everyone Colin was her true love, that I was just a little brother she never wanted, and that I was the one who couldn't let go.
Everyone turned against me. My father had a stroke from the rage. Colin even had someone run me over—cost me an eye.
Seven years later.
I stood outside a convenience store holding flowers when I saw them.
Audrey's daughter looked at me with pity. "Mom, that man only has one eye... Is he selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

I’m Emily, a criminal investigator in Emerald City. After a vice crackdown, I refused a transfer—only to realize someone was tailing me on my way home at night…

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

My grandfather was a thief.

He did not steal money.

He stole my grandmother's name, her return papers, and the life that should have carried her out of the mountains.

Fifty years later, his granddaughter sat across from me in a law firm interview and smiled like the world already belonged to her.

I opened her file, saw the family name, and closed the folder.

"You didn't pass."

Clara Whitman-Harlan had been called graceful because no one had ever seen what it cost her to stay quiet. For ten years, she made Grant Harlan look like a man who had built an empire by discipline and vision. She hosted the dinners, calmed the vendors, moved money before payroll became a headline, and remembered which investor had a daughter with asthma and which supplier hated lilies. She kept every thank-you note, every invoice, and every awkward receipt that proved the Harlan fortune had not grown from Grant's charm alone.

Then a pregnant employee appeared in his calendar. Grant denied the affair. His mother blamed Clara for the child she had never had. The other woman smiled like innocence in a white dress. At a charity gala packed with donors, suppliers, family friends, and investors, they prepared a family trust for Clara to sign, supposedly for an unborn baby, quietly designed to transfer Clara's homes, dividends, and company rights into another woman's hands. They thought Clara would protect their name one last time. They forgot she had spent a decade protecting herself.

t the most expensive medical charity gala in Manhattan, Avery Hale came in through the service corridor because she hated cameras. She wore a black dress without a label, carried her own coat, and kept her name off every donor wall.

That was the point. For seven years, Avery had hidden the money she made from film scores and documentary royalties inside an anonymous foundation that paid for surgeries, trials, and second chances for children whose families had run out of all three. She had built Second Dawn quietly because quiet was the one thing her old family had never been able to take from her.

Then the Mercers saw her.

The parents who had adopted her and discarded her. The golden son they had asked her to fund, praise, and disappear for. The family that once called her selfish for wanting college now called her a fraud for standing in a room she had paid to build.

They thought Avery had slipped into the gala to beg. They thought the powerful man watching from the edge of the ballroom was only another rich stranger. They thought public shame would make her small again.

They were wrong about every part of her.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

"What the hell, it even has haptic vibration feedback? Are they seriously making these things this realistic now?"

Taking advantage of my roommate being out on a sales call, I tossed this ridiculously expensive "high-end realistic doll" onto my bed.

Watching her body tremble slightly, almost uncontrollably, the twisted fire in my gut burned even hotter.

"Baby, here I come!"

At the company's annual client appreciation dinner, I was the one in charge of booking the venue.
To save the company money, I picked my aunt's upscale restaurant with a skyline view. Since we were family, she only charged us at cost. When I posted the details in our Slack channel to confirm with the team, no one had any objections—except for the intern, who slowly tagged me in the chat:
[Arthur, I don't mean anything by it.]
[I just want to ask—how big a kickback did you get for booking your family's restaurant?]
[After all, the money for this dinner is coming out of our bonus pool.]
[So you should return that money to the rest of us, right?]
The other coworkers started liking the message and chiming in to support him.
So I dropped the whole thing on the spot and handed the task over to that intern, who loved talking about "fixing workplace injustice."
Then the night of the dinner came.
From the CEO all the way down to the investors, everyone was pinned on the deck and searched by armed Coast Guard officers.
The most important client contact collapsed from a heart attack on the spot and was airlifted by helicopter straight to the ICU, costing the company a multimillion-dollar enterprise cybersecurity contract.

I am the nameless corpse dumped in an alley, left without a head or limbs.
My mother is the lead detective on the case.
She stood outside the crime scene tape, pinching her nose in disgust. "Another street rat who got what she deserved. Just like my own useless daughter—always out running wild."
I hovered above, watching her step over my mutilated body, cooing gently into the phone with my stepsister—while the last call I made to her for help, the night I died, went unanswered.
Not until the medical examiner pried the bloodstained birthday necklace from my stiff fingers.
Not until forensics restored the audio file on my phone, and my final desperate plea echoed out: "Mom, help me..."
Only then did Detective Sarah—Chicago's coldest cop—collapse in front of that pile of "trash," her wail of grief tearing through the night.

For seven years of marriage, I've been silent in front of my wife.
It's not that I don't have anything to say; it's just that she can hear everyone's voice—except mine, which seems to trigger her sensitivity.
I've tried everything to change my voice, even going under the knife to fix my vocal cords.
But no matter how hard I try, she just ends up in pain, covering her ears.
I've broken down countless times, feeling like I've let her down.
Until the day of our daughter's birthday.
My daughter stood at the front door, grinning, and said, "Mom, can I pretend to be voice-sensitive like you?"

The year I loved Edward the most, I was envied by everyone in Copper Valley.
They called me the priceless treasure in the palms of my father and my husband.
I was the most precious pregnant woman in the whole Copper Valley.
But before Christmas, when I went to give my husband a surprise, I saw him kissing the cheek of Angela, the daughter of my father's lover.
His friends praised his high-handed means, athat he could actually persuade me to have a fake marriage with him.
"Fake marriage?" I frowned.
Edward told them, "Lucy has everything. Angela has been a bastard for more than twenty years. I should compensate."
I left the club in despair and then replied to the mysterious text message on my phone.
[I can accept you as the nominal father of my child.]

Reunited, I became the “perfect wife” Julian had always dreamed of.
I didn’t ask where he was when he didn’t come home.
When his “one that got away” came to our door to provoke me, I greeted her with a polite smile.
I even caught them in the act, and instead of screaming, I thoughtfully closed the door for them.
The Elara who used to break down in hysterics over his infidelity was dead.

The woman standing here now was nothing more than a shell, existing solely for her daughter.
Finally, Julian began to panic. He knelt in the pouring rain, begging me to curse him, begging me to still love him—or even hate him.
But as I looked down at him, I didn’t just feel nothing. I felt sick.
"Julian, I don't hate you."
I just find every second spent with you utterly disgusting.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!