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My life was nothing special, I hail from a poor family of five and I work in the small town, Monroe. Located in Boston Massachusetts I had just gotten into my own apartment, considering all of the well-paid tips the customers give me, the ones who stop by once a month and has a meeting in the back room of the restaurant I work at that is. They are big crime bosses as I've learned during my four years of working here thus far. Luckily for me, each month on the last Sunday night these big crime lords pick me as their personal waitress and me alone. The tips are grand, so I never complain of course. It had appeared to me that all of the mafia bosses were men with thick accents and coated in tattoos. I'd never suspected for there to ever be a woman who sat at the top of the food chain and pulled all the strings.

As the lesbian women that I am, I had never found any of the crime bosses who stop by to be attractive, though don't perceive me the wrong way I can't deny their attractive features even though I'm a lesbian. It's true, I see the beauty in all. Even men. I've never once even dated a woman before. But, that would all change this go round when I meet this mysterious and Attractive women before the mafia meeting on Sunday night.

'YOU DESERVE BETTER"

She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back.
“Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance.
This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady”


She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself.
Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries.

James Harristian, aka James Belgenza, is the mafia leader of Daga Nero, a splinter group of one of the oldest famous mafia families in Naples. Apart from his powerful ruler of the town who controlled the underground weapon industry in Europe, James was also a successful owner of a high-tech motor company.
One day, James was deceived into a scam dinner by his mistress. It strived to kill him, but somehow, he escaped. Being trapped in gunshots with his enemy, a flower girl saves James' life from his shameful, miserable death. Delilah is a flower girl who runs a small flower shop in an alley in Naples. She thought innocently helping James to get to the hospital without wondering who the man was.
When James has another chance to breathe, he does not feel grateful to his savior unless to kidnap her. Unfortunately, Delilah turns out to be a collateral of her father's debt, which ran off unable to pay. Therefore, he intentionally kept Delilah in his mansion and added more debts to confine her forever.
What will happen when the debt is only a scheme to kill James and Delilah is a pawn? Meanwhile, James falls for Delilah, who tries hard to pay her unpaid debt.

The night I caught my boyfriend with another woman, I didn’t cry—I got drunk.
Whiskey burned down my throat… and then I saw him.
Broad shoulders in a tailored suit, dangerous calm in his eyes.
Sin wrapped in silk.
I swayed over, heat in my veins. “Do you take clients?”
His lips curved. “I know you.”
Cigar smoke and cologne surrounded me as I slid onto his lap.
My fingers traced his jaw, brushed the cold steel at his waist.
He pulled me closer—solid, unyielding.
His mouth crashed onto mine—hot, deep, claiming.
Every kiss stole my breath, every touch made me arch into him.
By the time he carried me out, I was dizzy, aching for more.
In his bed, he was fire and control—pushing me to the edge, breaking me apart, again and again.
I woke tangled in his sheets, skin marked by his possession.
I ran before dawn, thinking it was just revenge.
But one night with him had already sealed my fate—
because the man who made me burn was far more dangerous than I imagined.

"Lexy, stop!"

The woman wiped her eyes bitterly. She walks out of the building and walks to her car near the entrance.

Opening the car door, she ignored the shouts of the man who just walk out of the building in large strides.

"Lexy!" The man roared before gripping his hair in frustration.

"Brett..." A small voice called out coquettishly.

Brett turned around and looked at the woman in front of him in anger and disgust. His cold eyes were wide open, and his lips were curled upside down in disgust. He looked at the woman with killing intent in his eyes. His eyes flash red for a second before he gritted his teeth and turn his head around. Looking anywhere but her.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to calm himself down from exploding.

A few moments after, "Scram." he said before walking to his red Audi car without looking back at the woman who stood frozen at the entrance of the Night Hotel.

Avilla gritted her teeth as she watched Brett's car disappear from her sight. But, upon recalling Lexy's reaction when she saw them just now, a sinister smile appeared on her face.

"Brett is mine. Trash would only be trash." her eyes turned vicious as she looks at the dark sky.

Valentina opens her eyes to see the face of the man she love with all of her heart for nearly three years.

It was a wonder how they still managed to stay together for so long when she recalled the number of fights and arguments they've gone through.

He's a handsome man and a rich man as a plus. There are so many women in the world he can choose and will surely make a beeline just for a day with him.

And he chooses her.

A normal woman or so she thought.

Valentina Rodriguez.

22 years old.

Valentina came from a middle-class family, and she liked to put it like that.

Her father, Andrew Rodriguez, owned his own company, and her mom, Lovy Arden, owned her own company. So, they merged the company after marriage and became one of the most famous company ever joined.

She has four siblings.

Mason, the eldest, Peter the second, she's the third and Anne the youngest of them.

When her mother and father said they wanted to retire, she practically tried to jump into the sea.

When they announced Mason and Peter to take over, she cried to the sky shouting, ‘Thank you for blocking me away from this busy worlds...!'

He's a good man and has an excellent looking figure. His body is what all women fantasized about in their heads.

His abs, oh, no.

She drooled at the sight of it.

It is his reward for working out after work if he's not busy.

That is one of the reasons why they fight and argue a lot.

“As you make your bed, you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?”

He captured her, and had no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down.

He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who’s just an ordinary and young supermarket staff.

Her life has totally changed since she met him. He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

"I'm losing you," Rhett growled, his fingers digging possessively into my flesh. "What's so fascinating in that head of yours?"

I looked up at him, taking in the moonlight that carved shadows across his sculpted chest.

"Just imagining," I replied with deliberate provocation.

His eyebrow arched. "Imagining what exactly?"

I ran my fingertips down his chest, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my touch. "Imagining a man more devoted and skilled than you."

His face darkened, jaw clenching. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

I realized I'd pushed too far and fell silent, giving him a crooked smile before leaning up to kiss him. He responded hungrily, his anger transforming into something more primal.

He lowered his head, mouth replacing fingers as he parted my thighs wider. His tongue traced deliberate patterns, alternating between broad strokes and precise flicks that made my hips buck involuntarily.


When I married the notorious Rhett Hayes, I thought I'd found my forever. Instead, I discovered I was just another conquest in his collection. For two years, I watched him charm other women while keeping me as his wife in name only, my heart breaking with each betrayal.

The day I finally placed divorce papers in his hands, something changed. His eyes—always cold and calculating—suddenly burned with an intensity I'd never seen. "You're the only one I've ever loved," he whispered, his voice raw. "Everything else was a necessary deception. There are people who would hurt you to get to me."

I didn't believe him—until the attack came. As bullets shattered our windows and masked figures stormed our home, I glimpsed the truth behind his lies. Now, trapped between deadly enemies and the man I'm no longer sure I know, I'm discovering that Rhett's dangerous world is far more complex than I imagined, and the depth of his love more profound than I dared hope.

they tried to hide their past from her, but of course your past always comes running back- haunting you and reminding you of everything that you did wrong.
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The truth behind Jake Collins intentions were hidden. A dark soul that only wanted vengeance, not caring whom he hurt in the end and the repercussions.

Faye Lacuna, was the chosen one. The one he would use and pretend to love, just to get to her father. The one that he would hurt to no end, even if he loved her.

"As you make your bed so you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?"

He captured her, and no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down.

He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who's just an ordinary and young supermarket staff. Her life totally changed since she met him.

He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

Death has never been so carefully balanced.

When a prominent banker is found dead in an apparent suicide, Detective Mira Ellison expects another routine case—until she discovers a black book hidden beneath his chair. Inside are dozens of names: politicians, judges, journalists, even police officers. Some are already dead, their endings ruled accidents or natural causes. Others are still alive… for now.

The book is titled The Shadow Ledger.

As Mira digs deeper, she realizes the ledger is more than a record—it is a prophecy, a contract, a death sentence written in advance. Each name is a debt, and someone in the shadows is making sure those debts are paid in blood.

But then Mira finds her own name inside. Not crossed out. Not yet.

Now, hunted by a faceless syndicate that calls itself The Accountant’s Circle, Mira must race to expose a conspiracy older and darker than the city itself. Every step she takes uncovers another secret, every lead another body. The deeper she goes, the clearer one truth becomes:

Some debts can never be repaid.

And some names were never meant to be read.

The shadow ledger

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.

In the lawless Reckoned Territories of the 1870s Weird West, every bullet, every betrayal, and every "honest" land grab is tallied by the merciless Debt of Deeds System. Positive deeds generate Merit Points that fuel skills and survival. Sinful ones pile up, and defectors are plagued by black veins, phantom pain, and spectral Debt Collectors hungry for payment.
Silas "Ledger" Crowe, a quick-draw con man and former rustler, wakes up deep in the Red with over two thousand Liabilities on his head. Black veins already crawl beneath his skin, a constant reminder that his past sins are coming due — literally. When a forbidden artifact grants him the rare skill of Debt Forgery, Silas gains the power to transfer his burdens onto others… at the risk of tearing reality apart.
As he navigates dusty boom towns, crooked railroad barons, and high-stakes duels, Silas must balance his ledger while dodging Audit Storms and vengeful enforcers. But in a frontier built on stolen land and outsourced sins, "Manifest Destiny" is just expensive cosmic grift — and the bill always comes due.
With snarky blue notifications guiding his every choice, a sharp-tongued deputy watching his back, and the constant threat of turning Hollowed, Silas races against time to either forge his way to power or hack the System itself before the Great Final Audit wipes the Territories clean.
Redemption has never been so expensive. Some men pay in blood.
Silas pays in blood and gold.

She escaped her past, running from a name tied to power and betrayal. But at an illegal biker race, she meets him — the man in black leather who hides more than his face.
No one knows he’s a billionaire living a double life, and she’s the heiress of his greatest rival.
Their worlds weren’t meant to collide, yet danger pulls them closer with every secret unveiled. Beneath the roar of engines and forbidden desire, love becomes their most dangerous ride yet.

"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.

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.

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.

"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 chieftainess returned from the poisonous fog with a swollen belly.
She announced that she carried the child of a god—a child who would bring hope to the entire base.
Only I knew that what she bore was no divine offspring, but a demon that would devour every soul in the base.
Because in my previous life, I was the one it had gnawed to death, alive...

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?"

On the night my husband’s assistant staged her 99th suicide threat, he hung my grandmother from a helicopter.
“Selena, apologize to Shirley publicly—across every platform—or I’ll drop her into the sea.”
Watching my grandmother’s terrified face suspended in midair, my voice trembled with pain:
“Elvis, just because I called her a homewrecker… you’d threaten Grandma’s life?”
Elvis smiled, his tone dripping with indulgence. “Shirley isn’t like you. She’s sensitive.”
“Besides, I’m only asking you to apologize. It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you.”
Loving me?
I stared at the 999 intimate photos of him and Shirley on my phone, feeling as if my heart had been brutally stabbed.
If that was his idea of love, then I wanted no part of it.
I texted my mentor: “I accept the offer. I’ll go abroad for the design competition in seven days.”
In seven days, I’ll stage my death and disappear—where he can never find me again.

[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.

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

Alex Lee has spent three months watching Elias Reed from across library aisles and lecture halls, too terrified to speak. When the campus launches an anonymous Valentine’s letter program, Alex finally finds the courage to tell Elias everything he’s been feeling, one unsigned letter at a time.
Elias Reed is weeks away from graduation and convinced he’s better off alone. After a devastating breakup left him feeling like he was too much to love, he’s built walls nobody can climb. Until anonymous letters start arriving in his mailbox, letters that see him in ways nobody else does, letters that make him feel found.
As February unfolds in a blur of snow and roses and secret confessions, Alex and Elias build an intimacy through words that neither has found in person. They pass each other on campus, strangers separated by fear and time and the carefully constructed distance Alex maintains. But the closer they get on paper, the harder it becomes to hide in the safety of anonymous ink.
When Valentine’s Day forces Alex to choose between revealing himself and losing Elias forever, he discovers that the hardest part of love isn’t finding it. It’s being brave enough to let yourself be seen.
A story about the words we write when we’re too afraid to speak. About loving someone from a distance and learning that sometimes the person you’ve been searching for has been watching you all along.

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.

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.

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.

The room went deadly silent. Christopher, the CEO of Sullivan Group, looked at me with pure disgust. "Get this crazy girl out of here! My grandfather is dying, and you're playing sick games?"

But the old man on the bed... his eyes flew open. He stared at me—not at my young, beautiful face, but into my soul. He saw the sketch in my hand. A secret only a mother and her six-year-old son would know.

"Jimmy," I said softly, using the nickname no one had spoken in decades. "Do you remember the thunderstorms?"

Tears streamed down the old man's wrinkled cheeks. The most powerful man in Boston, reached out his frail hand to grasp mine. "Mama?" he choked out, his voice breaking like a small child's. "You came back?"

Christopher froze. The doctors froze. I climbed onto the bed and pulled my 80-year-old son into my arms. "I'm here, baby. Mommy's home."

Every night when my daughter comes home, she looks different.
On the first night, a little of her hair was gone.
On the second night, she was missing one hand.
On the third night, half of her body had vanished.
I jolted awake in a sudden start, thankful it had only been a nightmare.
Right then, my daughter came back home.
A patch of her hair was missing.

Five years ago, I knelt on marble floors, cleaning wine with my own dress while they laughed.

Five years later, they knelt before me, begging for forgiveness while I walked away.

They thought three hundred thousand dollars could buy my soul. They thought I was just another disposable substitute, another broken girl desperate enough to sell her dignity for her dying mother's medical bills.

Caspian Ashford wanted a replacement for his precious Scarlett. The Hampton elite wanted a servant to humiliate. They all wanted me to disappear quietly when they were done with me.

They got their wish—I did disappear.

But the girl who drowned in that yacht "accident" five years ago? She was weak, desperate, powerless.

The woman who returned as Elena Whitman?

I'm their worst fucking nightmare.

In a torrential rainstorm and a car accident, I watched helplessly as my husband carried his beautiful secretary away.

I also lost the baby in my womb.

Why has the person I once shared weal and woe with become so heartless?

The pain of betrayal cuts like a knife. However, in the face of despair, I met Neo, a college classmate of mine.

He silently stayed by my side and went all out to help me start a wine company.

The flames of revenge were thus ignited.

Can I successfully strike back and make the heartless person pay the price?

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?"

Shantel Leaster is twenty-five and, to put it simply, a mess. She’s clumsy, spoiled, and never on time. Her parents, tired of her careless ways, cut her off and force her to survive on her own. After hopping from one failed job to another, Shantel finds herself desperate, with nothing but her small car, a pile of rejection letters, and a growing sense that life is passing her by.

That’s when she crosses paths with Kelvin Zee. He is everything she’s not: disciplined, powerful, respected, and blind. At first, Shantel doesn’t know how to feel about him. He’s cold and intimidating, but there’s something magnetic about him, something that makes her want to stay. Kelvin offers her a job as his personal chef, and though she doubts herself, she takes it.