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Thirteen years. That's how long I loved Reid Holloway.
When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.

In the gritty and sprawling city of Los Angeles, the name Salvatore D'Arezzo holds immense power. As boss of VITO, a notorious mafia empire, Salvatore a is no stranger to the world of crime and violence. Ruthlessness runs in his veins, and the concept of second chances is a foreign language to him.
Salvatore’s persona is as unpredictable as the changing winds. One moment, he can exude the calmness of a gentle breeze, and the next, unleash a destructive storm. His moves are calculated, his control absolute.
Amidst this world of darkness, a young woman, Dahlia Gilmore, just 22 years old, enters the stage.
Their fateful encounter sparks a chain of events that will forever alter their lives. How did their paths cross? Was it mere chance, or was it a carefully orchestrated plan by fate itself?
Dahlia’s natural allure and genuine curiosity capture Salvatore’s attention, drawing him towards her like a moth to a flame. In a world where possessions are claimed and held tightly, Salvatore sets his sights on claiming Dahlia as his possession. What will become of her in his clutches? Will she remain a mere pawn in his dangerous game, or will she find a way to break free?
But what if there is more to this story than meets the eye? Secrets, lies, and unexpected revelations lie in wait, threatening to shatter the fragile balance between them. What hidden truths will come to light, and how will they impact their twisted relationship?
In a city steeped in darkness, Dahlia’s journey of self-discovery intertwines with Salvatore’s thirst for power. As they navigate the treacherous waters of a life ruled by crime, they will be forced to confront their deepest desires and make choices that will shape their lives forever.

You've heard the Greek mythology story about Hades and Persephone but no one knows what happened, until now.

Korey 'Persephone' Jones was one of the best florists in town working Mama June's Flower Shop. One night she discovers a door but little does she know that she has opened the door to events that she can never turn back from.

After being employed by Wade 'Hades' Wilson, not everything is as it seems, Korey discovers the terrifying truth about herself and the people she thought she knew and a near-death experience changes her life forever?

Will she run away, or will she face the truth about her destiny?

Adrik and I took over one of the couches on the plane. We hadn’t slept very much the night before, but neither one of us could fully take the blame. I think I woke him up just as many times as he woke me up.

Only now we were both nervous for me to meet Adrik’s father. He was nervous because his father could be a very gruff man and he was worried he would say something that would offend me. I was worried that his father would find some reason to not like me. We were both acting like children worrying over nothing, but neither one of us could stop.


Sephie, named for the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone, she's quickly finding out how she's destined to fulfill her namesake's role. Adrik is the King of the Underworld, the boss of all bosses in the city he runs.

She was a seemingly normal girl, with a normal job until it all changed one night when he walked through the front door and her life changed abruptly. Now, she finds herself on the wrong side of powerful men, but under the protection of the most powerful among them.

In my life as a waitress, I, Sephie - an ordinary person - endured the icy glares and insults of customers while trying to earn a living. I believed that this would be my fate forever.

However, one fateful day, the King of the Underworld appeared before me and rescued me from the clutches of the most powerful Mafia boss's son. With his deep blue eyes fixed on mine, he spoke softly: "Sephie... short for Persephone... Queen of the Underworld. At last, I have found you." Confused by his words, I stammered out a question, “P..pardon? What does that mean?”

But he simply smiled at me and brushed my hair away from my face with gentle fingers: "You are safe now.”


Sephie, named for the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone, she's quickly finding out how she's destined to fulfill her namesake's role. Adrik is the King of the Underworld, the boss of all bosses in the city he runs.

She was a seemingly normal girl, with a normal job until it all changed one night when he walked through the front door and her life changed abruptly. Now, she finds herself on the wrong side of powerful men, but under the protection of the most powerful among them.

Left at a pack border with a name and a stubborn heartbeat, Envy grows into the sharpest kind of survivor, an orphaned warrior who knows how to hold a line and keep moving. Love isn’t in the plan…until four alpha wolves with playboy reputations and inconveniently soft hands decide the girl who won’t bow is the only queen they’ll ever take. Their mate. The one they have waited for. Xavier, Haiden, Levi, and Noah are gorgeous, lethal, and anything but perfect and Envy isn’t either. She’s changing. First into hell hound, Layah at her heels and fire in her veins. Then into what the realm has been waiting for, a Goddess of the Underworld, dragging her mates down to hell with her.

When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.

"Let me borrow your husband for one night and I spare your dad's life." Trishia Meyer, the only daughter of Senator Meyer demanded.
To save her father's company, Arabella had agreed to marry the evil billionaire, Bill Sky.
She dared to kiss him to show off her ex-boyfriend that night but she never expected the kiss would deepen and he didn’t want to let go.
That night was just a mistake but they met again.
They agreed to sign a non-disclosure contract and they swore not to love each other.
Sacrificing herself to be with the domineering cold man and turning a blind eye to his sexual affairs with other women were just some of the things she needed to endure every day.
Now that she conceived his baby, he wanted it to be aborted instantly.
She thought that the baby inside her tummy would bring them closer together but he accused her of deceiving him.
Arabella Jones then made a promise to herself that she would do everything to live a happy life with her baby far away from him. Little did she know, it's not for her to decide, that if the billionaire's wrath would allow her.

[The heroine offers no forgiveness and looks back never， and is spoiled rotten by a powerful tycoon.]

For three years of marriage, everyone in the city knew that Henry Tudor deeply loved his wife — — Gloria Seymour

But on that day, Henry said, "Gloria's health is poor. If we really want a child, finding someone else to bear one is fine too."

He didn't know that Gloria was standing just outside the private room, clutching a pregnancy test report that had just confirmed she was expecting.

She had fought for his power, accompanied him to countless social events, and endured ovulation injections until her body was swollen and bruised—

all because they were both waiting for the fruit of their love.

Yet, in return Henry cheated on her with her own best friend.

Gloria caressed the new life taking shape within her womb.

In the darkness, she dialed a number that had been untouched for three years:

"Arrange a car accident for me. I want him to lose the one he loves most at the very moment he feels happiest."

Later, Henry Tudor collapsed into madness, clutching her "remains" in despair.

However, at a charity gala, he saw his "deceased" wife.

Dressed in a striking red gown, she was being carefully protected in the arms of another man.

Warning:18+ Dark Paranormal Romance | Contains explicit content, captivity, and morally grey characters

They call him the Beast King. I call him mine.

I thought losing my fated mate to my sister was the worst betrayal I would ever face. I was wrong.

When my husband and sister sold me to the Underworld to cover their sins, I expected death. Instead, I got him, Ragel Marcel Angilioleteo, the Beast King of Salvatore. The most devastatingly beautiful man I have ever seen.

He took me for one purpose: to get revenge for what was stolen from him. But the moment his beast caught my scent, everything changed.

"You will be my queen," he growled, his golden eyes burning into mine. "You will wear my marks. And you will scream my name until you forget you ever belonged to anyone else."

I should hate him. Fear him. Run from the monster who claims me as his mate. But when his beast takes control and the mating frenzy begins, I discover a terrifying truth: I don't want to run. I want to surrender.

But our enemies are circling us. My family wants me dead for a ritual that could destroy Salvatore. His supposedly dead wife is alive and plotting our destruction. And the man I'm falling for has secrets that could destroy everything we're building.

Juniper, a rebellious princess, follows her deceased boyfriend into the underworld. Little did she know that she would become one of the candidates to marry the Underworld Prince.
Now, she must compete against 20 women from various worlds for the hand of a man she doesn't even want. This is a nightmare...
Luckily, her grandmother has sent her an assistant — a ghost wolf! But in reality, he is a ghost boy...
Juniper's adventures in the underworld and her entanglements with these boys will lead her to places she never imagined. Where will her journey take her?

A mafia king’s mate turns out to be a human?!

“W-what are you doing?” I whisper, but the look in his eyes says it all.

“Do you feel that?” He asks.

It takes a second, but then I feel tiny sparks racing along my skin as his hand slips under my jacket and over my skin. I gasp, and then his lips are on mine.


A few years ago, a series of scientific research buildings were attacked. The chemicals from those research facilities had seeped into our water supply and slowly manipulated our DNA. Last year was the first report of someone showing a hint of supernatural abilities. Then another and another until suddenly, there were people with abilities popping up all over the place.

People with abilities were either feared or envied.
I have tried hiding my ability for as long as I can. My ability would have me locked up and used until there was nothing left of me. The ability to heal is a gift everyone would want to take advantage of, so I never use it…ever.

Until... I meet him.

Julian. My college classmate.
My boss of The Hell Club.
The Mafia King.
My...mate.

What we didn't know at the time was that these so-called DNA alterations were all werewolf genes growing inside the human body. And he, Julian... is my mate.
And my ability will send me to hell in fear. The government, the underworld, people all over the world... They need me.

Native American girl born second in her family so she thought. She comes to find that she is stronger than them all. Her father is out to take her down and her brother is beta in reality and is good with that. The youngest is wondering where he fits in. They all learn the truth as they move forward in their journey. She has to beat her father to the answers before he can stop her destiny. She will become the the hero that everyone wanted and needed. She will learn secrets that were kept from her and bring her people together in more ways then she thought possible. Come and follow her on the journey of a life time.

My husband is sleeping with my own sister. Cliché, right? I drove to Black Pine Lake to catch them, but stumbled into a brilliantly twisted murder trap instead. Now, the cops think I am a jealous, psychotic killer. Declan believes he dug the perfect grave for me. But did he?

That year, five years ago, she was celebrating with her friends for their last days in college but bam, who would have thought that her night end up sleeping with the powerful and influential man in the country.

Despite it, she's a realistic woman who didn't expect for anything and even told the man in front of her "You're being clingy, Mr. Sy."

However, she woke up one day, her kind politician father was accused of graft and corruption, was chased to death by assasins, and her reputable family was left with noa option but to escape to another country and all those clean, hard year in politics by her father all collapse just forhearing one day.

And she? She could do nothing because she was comatose while her parents suffered.

Years later, she returned having a formidable yet dangerous background and with the art of war she mastered, no stones remained unturned with her path to the top and cough ... .. . lowkey revenge plot while the man she slept four years ago, had become her exclusive another cough ........concubine.

Another problem arises. This exclusive concubine is possessive and overly jealous!! What to do?!

The woman smirked evilly, beauty trap in 3.....2.....1,

Woman: Sits on the man's lap running her fingers on his hair while nuzzling on his well toned chest inhaling his masculine scent in the process

Man: Danger and warning flag raised Chose to ignore and spoils the woman even more. 'I want to give you the world but I'm a realistic man so I can only give the whole country for you if that's what can make you happy. You are the state and you own the people, play with those who caused you pain all you want, you have all the rein to reign, my Queen.'

Woman: smirks evilly I can even do it on my own but practical lifestyle is life. Time for some face slaps and extract revenge and at the same time, establishing myself as the underworld queen.

She sacrificed a brilliant career to be his secret wife. But on their anniversary, he gifted his precious first love a $15M piano, while tossing her a dog-eared cookbook. In that moment, seven years of silent devotion died. The countdown began.

For thirty days, she watched his other woman move in. For thirty days, she endured his neglect and cruelty. She let them believe they had won. All while quietly securing the world-class career she once walked away from.

When the clock struck zero, she boarded the flight without a look back. He was left holding the empty life she built, finally screaming a name he never truly valued—into a silence she no longer cared to hear.

She loved him with all her three lives, only to be used and hurt repeatedly. When she returned to the wedding day for the fourth time, the phoenix refused to be trapped any longer. Betrayal ended, revenge arrived, and her destined dragon finally came to take her home.

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.

Irina Alexei never thought she would marry her family's enemy, Roman Atono. Irina Atono, the hidden and only daughter of Atono Alexei who has been hidden from the underworld her whole life to save her from the enemies of her father was fed with the news that she was going to be betrothed to not any guy but the Don of the Atono Family, and the biggest threat to her family business. Irina was betrothed to Roman in assurance of the agreement deal Roman and her father had to thrive against the strong enmity both parties are facing from the third mafia family.

They had a flash marriage despite the strong opposition from both families. Roman made her life miserable in the first few months of the marriage before he started falling for her. The marriage was going fine until she met with the Atono family, the family of her husband—the family that reeks of villainous acts. Their common goal is one thing: to eliminate Irina. Her husband, Roman, tried saving her from his family, but it was almost impossible.

I’ve been many things in this life, a neglected daughter at the family table, an unwanted bastard kept hidden behind closed doors, a bargaining chip passed about so easily.
Now?
Now I’m Luca Donell’s wife. He’s the crown prince of New York’s deadliest Mafia family.
And I am the sacrificial pawn my father offered up in exchange for power.
“Gain his trust. Feed us intel. And when the time is right, kill him.”
I agreed to it to fulfil the promise I made to my mother but nothing about Luca is what I had expected. Not his soft voice in the mornings, not the way he watches me like I’m very valuable to him.
And definitely not the way he whispers gently in my ear, “I understand you,” when his hands rest gently over my heartbeat. “Even the parts you don’t.”
I swore I’d destroy him.
But why is it that each time I hold the knife to finish the mission, my hand won’t stop shaking?

The last thing Kael remembered was the knife in his back.
Not a metaphorical knife—an actual blade, six inches of obsidian steel, buried between his shoulder blades by the woman he was supposed to marry. Princess Elara of the Celestial Court. The Golden Rose of the Nine Heavens. The most beautiful woman in the realm, and the most treacherous.
He'd died on the steps of the Temple of Eternal Light, surrounded by cheering nobles who thought they were witnessing the execution of a demon spy. They weren't wrong, exactly. Kael was from the Underworld. But he wasn't a spy.
He was the Crown Prince.
And now, three hundred years later, he was back.

Xie Yijin hated me more than anyone in this world.

He called me vicious as a scorpion, said I schemed about everything, stole all that belonged to Lin Wanwan, and destroyed the one he held dearest.

Xie Yijin shielded Lin Wanwan tightly behind him.
The eyes that once looked at me with such tenderness were now frozen over with unmelting ice.
He pointed straight at me, every word cutting like a blade:

"Shen Zhiyi, why don’t you just die?!"

I froze in place, my fingertips ice-cold.
Unconsciously, I still clutched that crumpled, yellowed candy wrapper.

He had given it to me when he was seven years old,
saying that when I grew up, he would marry me
and buy me candies for the rest of my life.

But now…
he only wanted me dead.

The loan sharks who kidnapped us wanted payment for my twin sister's gambling debts—in blood.

When my FBI negotiator father showed up with his tactical team, he found Lily with a paper cut, crying her heart out. I was dying from a gunshot wound in a basement below.

I called him with my dying breath: "Dad, please send help. I'm bleeding out."

"Are you kidding me right now, Emily? Your sister just went through hell, and you're pulling this pathetic stunt for attention? How sick are you?"

He hung up. I died alone, dismissed as a liar.

Three days later, they found my body. And the truth that came with it burned their perfect world to ash.

"You look like me. replace me to become Alpha Demon's bride."

Ronnie is a poor peasant girl who hasn't found her mate yet. She is living with her mother after the death of her father. She meets Katie, her look alike and gets paid to marry Damon, the great Alpha wolf.

Katie is a multi-millionaire female wolf, who is rude and pompous. She wants the world to revolve around her and through her. She is bethroathed to the cold but handsome CEO, the alpha king. Damon. Who earned his reputation from being heartless and cruel.
She doesn't want to get married to him not because she doesn't love him but because she wants to travel around the world.

She pays Ronnie an outrageous amount of money and convinced her to get married to the ceo while awaiting her return.

Ronnie marries Damon but finds out he isn't even interested in Katie. Ronnie tried to act the way Katie says she should buy failed woefully. Unlike Katie, she is soft, gentle and innocent. Damon notices her change in character unlike the way she acted towards him at the date.

Will Damon fall in love with his fake bride? What would happen to her if Damon should find out about this little game?

My husband bought a necklace for the woman who killed my mother.

When I saw my foster sister Rebecca Rebecca wearing that emerald necklace with Aaron at the party, I knew history would repeat itself. Seven years ago, my mother lost everything the same way—her husband, her dignity, and finally her life.

I wouldn't follow in her footsteps.

So after slapping Rebecca across the face, I told everyone I was divorcing him and walked out with my suitcase.

Rebecca thought she'd won again. Aaron thought I was just being hysterical.

Neither of them saw it coming—

This time, I'd make them pay.

Lunar Depletion Syndrome. Seven days.
That was my death countdown. And my Alpha mate Kael was still threatening me, demanding I use the last of my life force to save my sister.
On our third anniversary, he had given me a surgical consent form and dissolution papers as gifts.
How laughable.
Three years ago he had said my eyes sparkled like stars. Three years later he wanted me to close them forever.
They all said I had finally matured, learned the spirit of sacrifice expected of an older sister. The joke was, I hadn't been moved by love.
I was just tired.
Why struggle when death was inevitable?
Rather than dying alone in the wilderness, it was better to die on the operating table and become the perfect sacrifice in their story.

Three years ago, Marco Ferraro stepped over the corpses of the Vancetti family to claim his throne, delivering my sentence with cold indifference: "Don't take it personally, Noelle. It's just business."
Three years later, he is the untouchable new Godfather of New York, while I am nothing but a ghost in a threadbare coat.
His classless fiancée didn’t just buy my mother’s legacy—she took that rare pink diamond and dropped it, right in front of everyone, into a glass of whiskey thick with spit.
"Thirsty, fallen princess?"
She kicked the backs of my knees hard, forcing me onto the glass-strewn floor. Her sharp stiletto heel ground into my knuckles. "Drink it, or die."
Marco stood to the side, lighting a cigar, his eyes filled with nothing but boredom.
I tightened my grip on the shard of glass hidden in my palm, ready to drag us all down to hell.
But before I could strike, the deafening roar of rotor blades tore through the dome of the auction house. A pitch-black military helicopter hovered just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the violent rotor wash instantly shattering every champagne tower in the room.
A voice that made the entire underworld tremble boomed through the speakers:
"Which one of you suicidal bastards touched my woman?"
A dozen crimson laser dots instantly painted a target on Marco’s forehead.
Rafael, "The Phantom," had arrived.
Tonight, no one makes it out of here alive—except me.

I was just the mate of the Alpha fated mate and the nanny to my child, not his Luna.
I dedicated my life to him, but he never loved me—this was all because I was just a wolfless omega.
Until his ex returned, everyone, including my mate and even my child, looked down on me. Everyone believed she should be the Luna.
I turned and walked out of the house, choosing to live for myself.
Three months later, I became the world’s most renowned white wolf healer, appearing on television.
Son (shocked): "Dad, is that... my mom on TV?"

“Don’t move.” His voice is low, commanding, and my body obeys before my mind can even process it.
I'm pressed against the cold marble wall of the palace, his hands traces my thigh, my body heated up in desire or fear, I can’t tell.
“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs, pressing his hardened cock against my pulsing center,
“Tell me you crave me Aria,” his lips brushes my ears.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you till the entire of Olympus hear you moan my name.” he nibbles on my ear.
I bite back a gasp, because yes, I want him. I want him in ways I shouldn't, in ways that terrify me.

Aria Hale was never meant for the underworld and she hated the king of the underworld more than anything.
After Aria is betrayed by her sister and fiance, She finds herself in the underworld and soul-bound to Hades… the god of death, danger and impossible desire. He's commanding, possessive and devastatingly handsome, with powers that makes her ache and his dominance that ignites a sudden fire inside of her that she can’t seem to control.
Although enemies at first sight, they are forced into a marriage that pushes her limit and in turn she challenges the control of Hades. In those stolen electric moments, their desire becomes impossible to resist.
But Aria is not done. Thrust back into earth by a mysterious shadow that she strikes a blood oath with. She comes back to earth for revenge against those who betrayed her and stop their plans before it happens.
But the underworld is bubbling and she is more dangerous than Hades expected….Far more dangerous.
Will Aria give into the passionate love between her and Hades or will she risk everything for her revenge and power?

"Let’s divorce."

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

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

"Whose child is this?"

——

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

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

Ethan Cole died four years ago.
The government signed the papers. His family held the funeral. His father gave away everything he built to keep a dead man's secret. And somewhere in a classified facility outside the city a man who could not die spent four years being turned into something that had never existed before.
Now he is back.
His father is dead. His uncle is running the company that was never his to take. The people who buried him are about to find out that the grave did not hold.
But the enemies waiting for him are not the ones he prepared for. The government wants to capture him and finish what the program started. A woman he has trusted since childhood has been the architect of everything that destroyed his family. The mother he believed abandoned him has been alive the whole time and is more dangerous than anyone he will face.
And somewhere in all of it a woman is going to find a wounded man on the run and make the mistake of saving his life.
He cannot be killed by any weapon ever made.
He is about to discover that is the least of his problems.

My fiancé's "innocent" sister posted a photo wearing the sheer lingerie I bought for him, standing in the master bedroom of my new house. The caption read: "Finally have a place to take shelter. Thanks Lucas for the security." In the corner of her photo, my carefully chosen wedding portrait was thrown face-down on the hardwood floor.

I didn't scream or cry. I just quietly took a screenshot and dialed the number of my billionaire boss. "Mr. Allen, I'll take that overseas transfer." Since Lucas wanted to give another woman a home, I didn't want this wedding anymore.

The next day, I went to our new house. The passcode had been changed to her birthday. When I finally got in, she was sprawling on my leather sofa, demanding I leave because Lucas "owned half." I laughed, throwing the property deed right in her pale face. "Look closely at the name. You have ten minutes to pack your trash and get out, or I'm calling the cops for trespassing."

She ran away crying. I called a cleaning crew and threw out the bed, the sofa, and every single thing they had touched. Because you don't keep dead things, and in my heart, this eight-year relationship was already rotting in the grave. Will Lucas realize what he lost before it's too late?

She was barely born when she was already rejected, both by her mother and life itself. Upon birth, she was given up for adoption and spent just over fourteen years in the system. Through adolescence, she faced numerous hardships, including living on the streets and seeking help door-to-door.

She saw no way out until, by a twist of fate, she encountered a madam who offered her shelter. However, the woman's sole interest in the girl was to turn her into a sex worker to boost her own earnings. At first, she resisted everything and everyone, desperately seeking employment to cover her expenses. But six months pregnant, with no one willing to hire her, and with no options left, she decided to enter that life. It was then that she realized the true hell existed right here on earth. She experienced everything the world offered, and when her baby was born, he was kidnapped from the hospital by his paternal grandmother. Isabella's sole focus now was to gain power to rescue her child.

She ended up in the hands of a mafia member, who taught her everything to become the queen of crime.

BLURB

Elaine moves to Herbert Wilbur - a strange name for a boarding school, and an even stranger place to study.

she meets Allan, a boy attached to piano keys and eerie hymns, seems to carry mysteries that no song can hide.

Meanwhile, creatures roam the halls. They share the same bodies as human students, cause havoc in secret, and eventually push the soul out to claim full control.

They are placed in a situation where they have to spend nine nights together, during this nine nights, they begin to rely on each other, share burdens and maybe fall in love.

Herbert Wilbur isn't just a school.
It's a cage of secrets waiting to be unlocked.

In a decaying city apartment building, law-clerk Maya Carter is drawn to the sealed door of 5B—an address that should not exist, yet keeps receiving late-night deliveries and whispering back from the dark. Behind the rumors of a haunted unit lies a battered woman in hiding, and a chilling hunt led by men who weaponize authority, gaslight women living alone, and turn silence into a trap. Tense, claustrophobic, and razor-sharp, the story moves through dim hallways, yellow light under a door, bruised wrists, broken locks, and the fierce urgency of survival.

"Evelyn Drake, are you truly set on joining the FBI as an undercover agent?"
The senior officer Garrett stared intently at the elegantly dressed woman before him, his gaze laced with inquiry and faint doubt.
It was his occupational habit, even a special knack, to categorize everyone he met into distinct social ranks—and he was exceptionally good at it, never once misjudging anyone.
In his eyes, Evelyn Drake, with her flawless makeup and platinum-blonde hair all the way down to the roots, was far from cut out to be an agent.
He had seen countless such pampered wealthy wives throwing petty tantrums. Most would make a scene at the front desk, only to be coaxed home meekly by their rich husbands soon after.
If such a delicate lady were admitted into the FBI, he suspected even the Kevlar bulletproof vest alone would chafe her soft skin raw.
Lost in these thoughts, Garrett let out a disdainful chuckle, his tone brimming with scorn. "Are you really sure? You'd give up your lavish lifestyle to become an FBI agent?"
Sensing his contempt, Evelyn took off her expensive wristwatch and slipped it into her handbag, then nodded firmly at him. "I am absolutely certain."

That was supposed to be one of the most anticipated days of my life—the wedding of my best friend, Sarah.
But when I put on my bridesmaid dress, she called me a bitch.
"Get out." Sarah looked at me like I was trash.
"I don't want to see you at my wedding."
I stood frozen in place, staring down at the broken Cartier bracelet she had given me, now lying scattered on the floor.

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

So, have you ever heard that saying that you shouldn’t feed stray animals because they’ll follow you home? Turns out that rule applies to demons too…
I didn’t even KNOW he was a demon, but now he insists he owes me his life. The catch? He can’t leave until he “repays the favor,” meaning he’s stuck following me around like some demonic shadow. The good news is, he’ll have plenty of chances to repay me.
Except… I’m starting to wonder if I want him to leave. Especially when he gives me that look, the one that makes my heart race. It’s the kind of look that makes me think I might not mind being saved a little too much.
Sure, he has a tail, but there’s something about him I can’t shake. Maybe it’s the way his voice drops when he gets close, or maybe it’s just because he washes the dishes after dinner. Either way, I’m starting to get attached. Not that it matters because he’s leaving. I know better than to fall for a demon… Right?

Fae are the WORST. Here I am, minding my own business when bam, I get yanked into a summoning circle. Honestly, whoever thought summoning demons was a good idea should be shown why everyone fears demons. Even better? This Fae spells me so I can’t go home until I kill someone for him.
The someone he wants me to kill? The woman who saved my life. Not only is she good, but I can’t bring myself to hurt her. And the worst part? She’s half fae too, that’s just asking for trouble. Now, I’m stuck, bound by my own magic, protecting her, while trying to ignore how much I want to stay. But I can’t. I have to leave eventually. Right?

Elroy has severe OCD. In the ten years we've been together, he's never allowed me to eat in his car.
On our tenth anniversary, we made plans to watch the stars together.
But just as I reached the mountaintop, my phone rang—it was him.
"Something came up at work. I can't make it tonight. You go ahead and enjoy the view."
The moment he hung up, I saw his female classmate's post about returning to the country.
Catalina was sitting in his passenger seat, holding a half-eaten piece of cake in her hands.
【Someone was afraid I'd get hungry coming back so late, so he specially brought me this little cake～】
Another picture showed Catalina's shoes—still on—planted firmly on the passenger seat.
【He says I'm the only exception to his OCD～ I can do whatever I want in his car, hehe.】
I looked up at the twinkling stars above me, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
This was the tenth time he'd abandoned me.
Every single anniversary without fail, this "female classmate" of his would show up.
I once tried to gently tell him: "I don't want to be interrupted like this every time."
Elroy looked at me with displeasure. "Interrupted? Catalina is my friend. Can you not be so petty?"
The cold wind howled across the mountaintop. Catalina's words stuck in my heart like a thorn, stinging until my eyes grew wet.
After ten years, I'm done with this relationship.

Claire thought escaping him would be the end.
She was wrong. It was only the beginning.

After years of surviving Jonathan’s cruelty, Claire finally finds the courage to disappear. New city. New name. New life. But the past isn’t finished with her yet.

Someone is watching. Her every move. Her every moment. Silent. Unseen. Waiting.

As Claire begins to piece herself back together, disturbing signs appear—familiar shadows, untraceable calls, and the gnawing sense that someone is always a step behind. But it’s not just Jonathan she needs to fear. There are others hiding in plain sight. People she once trusted.

And someone is about to make her pay—for love, for betrayal, and for choices she never knew she made.

Who's Watching Who is a gripping psychological thriller filled with chilling twists, buried secrets, and a race to find the truth before it finds her.

After I got pregnant with my second child, our two foster kids turned into monsters.
Ten-year-old Silas started hiding crushed glass in my prenatal meals. His eight-year-old sister, Lyra, would stand outside my door at night, whispering, "Die, Vivienne. It's your time to die."
When Silas violently shoved me toward the stairs, I packed their bags, ready to send them back to the agency.
But my five-year-old daughter, Elodie, clung to them, begging me through tears.
Foolishly, I relented. I let them stay.
Shortly after, I lost my baby.
I closed my eyes in absolute despair—only to open them and find myself back on the exact day I discovered I was pregnant.

Salem pairs with Malik Roane, her partner, to chase leads quietly. But trust starts to crack. Malik knows more about her past than he admits.

The killer escalates victims are murdered in ways tied to specific foster kids. One was drowned in a bathtub. Another buried with dolls stuffed in their mouths.

Salem visits Dr. Ezra Kade, who helped her after a traumatic incident she can’t fully remember. He urges her to access what she’s repressed.

Meanwhile, a viral influencer, Tasha Bloom, starts releasing video clips from an anonymous source. Each one paints Salem as unstable, dangerous… possibly guilty.

Someone is watching Salem. Filming her. They know what happened in that house. And now, the world might know too

When he found out I’d injured my leg and couldn't scrub in to deliver the billionaire's baby tomorrow, my boyfriend’s first reaction wasn't concern. He gritted his teeth and snapped, "Hannah, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why today of all days? Are you really throwing away your entire career just to spite me?!"
I didn't argue. I just stared at the medical chart labeled Eleanor Whitlock, my fingers trembling.
In my past life, I took this assignment. I was drugged and locked in a supply closet. A few hours later, the mother and baby were dead—and the security footage showed a nurse with my face poisoning them. I died in a damp prison cell, branded a murderer.
Reborn into this life, I just wanted to escape this fatal trap.
But somehow, the security cameras had once again captured "me" walking into that delivery room.

After leaving the LAPD, Detective Clara Reyes moves to the quiet coastal town of Seabreeze, California, hoping for a fresh start. But peace is an illusion.

Within her first 48 hours, she discovers the body of sixteen-year-old Emily Hartman on the town’s pier. Soon after, a politician dies mysteriously, a local man vanishes, and a respected teacher is found dead under suspicious circumstances. Anonymous threats and cyberbullying reveal that Seabreeze’s residents are hiding secrets darker than anyone could imagine.

As the body count rises, Clara realizes that the killer is always one step ahead—and no one in Seabreeze is safe. With time running out, she must uncover the truth before the town’s darkness consumes her too.

I knelt on the ground as my husband forcefully pried my fingers from his clothing, coldly uttering the words: "Get rid of this child."

This was my third child, a flesh and blood connection to him, yet for the sake of the white moonlight in a wheelchair, he plunged me into the depths of hell.

My in-laws remained indifferent, my husband betrayed me, and even my own parents cried out, “This child cannot be kept.”

I could not comprehend why a stranger confined to a wheelchair could dictate the fate of my child with a single phrase. Why did she, each time she entered that church, seal my child's fate?

It was not until the day she perished in a self-immolation within the church that I stepped inside and truly understood. Her confession, my loss, our collective suffering—all were intricately woven into a carefully orchestrated scheme spanning over a decade.

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