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Two rival families found themselves in a pickle whe two of their members fall in love.

{Sequel to Smoke & Mirrors}

It has been 10 months since Sapphire lost her family, 8 months since she escaped the clutches of a monster.

She might have escaped, but she is still a prisoner. She still has a part to play in an ancient story of love, war and betrayal. Her bonds to Damien might have been severed, but there are stronger ties that lay below the surface, ones that she may never be able to break.

Her soul still yearns for revenge, but she now has a new family to protect. Will she fail them for her selfish desire to charge into the storm?

But, all fairy tales have their own twist...what she does not know is that the storm is already raging towards her, with new enemies she never thought she would face.

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I could feel blood rushing out from my hands but I couldn’t see it

I felt a claw growing from its finger
My eyes widened a little

I saw a face coming out of the mirror
His face was filled with bloods
His teeth was a black color as bloods were flowing down from it

His claw finds its way to my neck as we both screamed together

I jumped up from my bed, breathing heavily
It was a dream

Small town girl Giana works hard and doesn’t depend on anyone for help. She struggles with family problems and copes by Riding her horse to her family’s lake to enjoy the peace and quiet. While at work one day she meets a her new student Gloriana. After an eye opening day at work Giana goes back and forth with her emotions but while learning to heal she end up finds what could be her first real love.. But little does she know the man she falls in love with is hiding a huge secret from her.

“Good Evening Madam. I’m Carlos and this is Jose. Is this your home?” said the taller of the two young men.
“Yes, this is my family's home. Can I help you?” Giana spoke softly.
“We are here to deliver this invitation to the Ortega family” Carlos held out an envelope.

Giana wasn’t sure if she should take it but she was Giana Ortega so she carefully took the envelope and thanked them. She watched as both men turned and returned to their vehicle. Giana went back inside and opened the envelope. Her mouth fell open as she read the contents of the envelope.

Who sent the invitation and where’s it to? What is Gianas love interest hiding from her?

Sometimes, when things are set in motion there is no stopping the landslide to follow…

A woman always hopes one day to fall in love: to…you know…live the happy ever after dream.
Sometimes though, dreams go haywire when you fall in love with the wrong man. My name is Nicole Leathers, and I own the events my actions brought about within my life. When I fled Los Angeles, California, to Dallas, Texas, having lost my partner in a sting gone horribly wrong, I had no idea what a shit-ball I was about to create when I fell for a man I shouldn’t want—my team leader—a Harley driving, wicked-smile wielding, melt your panties morsel, I wanted to lick like an all-day lollipop! But, he had a wife that stood in my way…at first.

While cleaning my husband's study, I accidentally knocked over my coffee.
Wiping down his laptop, I stumbled upon an open online document—a five-year log of sexual encounters.
One glance left me dizzy.
The latest entry was from yesterday. My husband, Ethan, had been away on a business trip for a week.
【2 hours 32 minutes. Ethan—only when you’re drained can I finally rest easy.】
【You little tease, so greedy! Don’t worry, big brother will make sure you’re full.】
The other editor of the document was someone I knew—Mia, his childhood sweetheart. Her ID: ExcavatorDiggingCilantro.
Trembling, I read through all 99 pages of the online log.
So this was how many times my husband had cheated on me.
When no tears were left, I pulled out the two-way radio I hadn’t touched in six years.
“Three days. The rose returns to its place.”

"Say another word and I'll bite your tongue off, you'll lose it."
He replied in a daring tone and my sense told me that he wasn't playing this time around.
I would rather endure the pain than to make sure that I lost any part of my body.
"I would prefer I die... Ah!" I screamed when his fangs sank into my neck drawing blood like it was a fountain gushing out.
I was stupefied but my hands couldn't move anymore.


Naomi： a human girl who had been a slave for many years of her life, and now had zero hope of escaping it after being trafficked.
Lucian： the vampire lord and leader of the Pure Bloods, and a very successful business man who is a Billionaire.
What happens when both of their worlds collide, after Lucian agrees to work with the government of the country to unveil the underworld?
This is a story of love, crime, and of course blood.

read if you want a new green flag gangster boyfriend.
read if you want to be a badass ass kicking gangster's daughter.
read if you are in love with a friend.
read if a hot stranger at a party has ever carved your name on your ex's back.
read if you carry a knife around just for your new friend to use said knife on people that touch or breathe near you.
read if you love to torture people.
read if you want to fall in love with the towns number one killer.
read if you love knife violence.
read if you drink vodka.

Meet Valerie and Chase and fall in love with their story.
no they don't hate each other.
no they aren't in opposite gangs, well, they are but not rival gangs.

Read to know more.

P.S. all chapter titles are a list on things that can kill you/ ways to kill a person.

"Play the role of my wife for one year," he said, his voice calm and unyielding. "In return, I'll help you destroy them both."
I laughed, thinking it was a joke, until I met his eyes. There was no humor there, only understanding.
"You want revenge," he said softly. "On Damian Blackwood and Vincent Moreau."
Eleanor Sinclair was once a delicate, passionate woman who loved deeply and believed in forever. But love turned to poison in the hands of Damian Blackwood, her ruthless, powerful husband. Under his cold indifference and cruel accusations, she lost everything—her dignity, her dreams, and the child she carried.
Left to die, Eleanor vanished from the world. Yet from the ashes of her pain, she was reborn—not as the woman who begged for love, but as the woman men would fear to cross. Hardened by vengeance and loss, she becomes the very shadow that haunts the underworld.
Now, years later, she returns—stronger, deadlier, and determined to destroy the man who destroyed her.
But Damian Blackwood has changed too. Ruthless, calculating, and haunted by his own regrets, he never imagined the woman he cast aside would become the storm that consumes him. The moment he sees her again, he realizes his greatest mistake: she was never weak. He was.
Now, he's willing to defy the world to win her back.
But Eleanor has no heart left to give—not when vengeance burns hotter than love.
He feels remorse.
She seeks revenge.
And this time, only one will survive the fire.

"You wear her face, but you bleed differently. Tell me, pequeña mentirosa, who are you really?"
When Isabella Moreno identifies her twin sister Sofia's mutilated body in the San Isidro morgue, her world doesn't just shatter—it ignites.
Sofia wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the cartel underworld. She was the good twin—sweet, trusting, working as a trauma nurse, engaged to a respectable doctor. She was everything Isabella wasn't: innocent, hopeful, loved.
But someone put three bullets in Sofia's chest and dumped her body in the River Rojo like garbage.
The police call it gang violence. Case closed. Another statistic in a city that bleeds daily.
Isabella knows better.
She's spent five years as a DEA intelligence analyst, building cases against the very cartels that rule San Isidro. She's seen the patterns, knows the players, and recognizes the signature of a professional hit when she sees one. Sofia's murder wasn't random—it was an execution. And every trail of blood leads to one man:
Damián Flores, heir to the most powerful cartel in Mexico.
Devastatingly handsome, Princeton-educated, and colder than the blade he's rumored to wield personally, Damián took control of the Flores Cartel after his father's assassination three years ago. He's turned the organization into an empire—ruthless, efficient, untouchable. The DEA has tried for years to build a case against him and failed. He's too smart, too careful, too protected.
But Isabella has something the DEA doesn't: Sofia's face.
The twins were identical—same dark hair, same amber eyes, same delicate bone structure. When Isabella assumes Sofia's identity, no one questions it. Not Sofia's grieving fiancé. Not her hospital colleagues. And definitely not Damián Flores, who appears at Sofia's favorite café three days after the funeral with an expression that makes Isabella's blood run cold.

The world is steeped in dark magic, where every individual possesses a fragment of power, but its strength varies greatly. Society's harsh judgment hinges on this magical ranking system, establishing a brutal caste hierarchy that determines one's place, opportunities, and wealth. Our heroine, Daisy, hails from the slums, born to a mother who once survived as a prostitute, each of her children fathered by unknown clients. With their mother now incapacitated by a curable disease and unable to provide for them, the family's desperation mounts. Daisy, the eldest sibling, takes on the perilous role of a pest hunter, earning scant coins by ridding local businesses of rats and pigeons, all while desperately seeking a way to save her family from starvation and disease.

When rumors of a mystical menagerie belonging to the high nobles reach her ears, Daisy resolves to risk everything. She embarks on a treacherous journey to the distant menagerie, stealing rides on carts and foraging for food along the way. Navigating the heavily protected forest that surrounds the menagerie proves challenging, but Daisy cleverly follows the small rats she once hunted, slipping through cracks in the wards that guard the enchanted realm.

Inside, she searches for creatures that might grant her a boon in exchange for her help in escaping their captivity. Yet, she soon becomes prey herself, hunted by fearsome beasts that threaten her very existence. In her moment of desperation, she hears a voice in her mind offering an escape—an opportunity to bond with a powerful creature. As the ground shakes violently and the tree erupts in chaos, she unwittingly frees an enormous dragon, dark red and nearly black, which devours the manticore in an act of vengeance for its long imprisonment.

Daisy - Her parents sold her as a child to gain money, and locked into a life under contracts she finds herself sold from one owner to the next.
Her final owner: Dean, uses her in a way none of her previous owners have, and his gambling addiction has the whole house of slaves moving from city to city. Their final stop is in the Devil's city, and there is where Daisy first meets Demitri Devil, and he learns that Dean is not the man that his brothers want in their city. However, Daisy isn't weak and isn't afraid to fight for what she wants.

Demitri Devil - Meets Daisy at a brothel, where he pays extensive amounts to have her. Only once in the room, he isn't after sex, instead, he asks her why she is doing it, telling her there surely is another way. He never goes there to buy women but to try to show them they can survive another way. Only he is stunned to find out Daisy makes no money from her time in those rooms. The second time he finds her there, she looks ready to drop and surprises his brothers when he arrives home with her for the night.

Marcello Devil - He told Demitri he was crazy for bringing her home and buying her for the night to give her a break. Only he goes one further and he finds her in another business, he offers her a week away from Dean. Dean is all too pleased to take the money.

Calix Devil - Seems to be the only one making his brothers realise they can't keep paying to keep Daisy for the weekend to get rest, but that goes wrong when they decide to buy her whole contract.

She survived the stake. She escaped the swamp. But can she survive him?

Elora clawed her way out of the Lower City's gutters only to be thrown into Arcanum—a gilded cage where nobles hunt commoners for sport and ancient powers play deadly games. Branded a heretic, she's nothing but a research specimen to the cold elven Grand Magister who saved her life... and a fascinating new toy to the thousand-year-old vampire prince who watches her burn from the shadows.

But when dragonfire erupts from her veins and threatens to consume her from within, Elora must make an impossible choice: submit to the monsters who want to control her, or become a monster herself.

"On my knees, your highness…"
Luciano groaned when he heard my words. I bite my lips seductively, I could see the lust and need in his eyes.
"Damn it! Spoiled brat!"
He cursed under his breath and grabbed my hair roughly but carefully,then slid it in my mouth…
Hazel had everything a woman would ever wish for, a loving and caring husband, a happy home and all the power in the palm of her hands.
However, her heavenly life becomes a nightmare when her husband finds his fated mate.
Betrayed and broken, Hazel tries to get free from the chains of fate but Hazel finds it hard because of the ties that binds her to her husband.
As though Hazel's husband finding his fated mate was not enough punishment from the goddess, her pack was attacked and she was taken by the heartless Lycan prince as his captive.
Luciano, the Lycan prince who held onto his kingdom's rules tightly covets Hazel's beauty and he can't help the fire igniting within him.

I’m Emily, a twenty-two-year-old fresh graduate with no job, no prospects, and nothing but fear for my future. Dozens of job applications ended in rejection, leaving me desperate and broken.
Then I met him.
In an elevator on my way to what I thought would be my dream interview, I crashed into Liam Black—the ruthless CEO of New York’s fastest-rising enterprise, and the city’s most infamous playboy.
Charming, seductive, and impossibly handsome, he offered me a position as his personal secretary. I was overjoyed and accepted at once.
But my fairy tale quickly turned into a nightmare. On our first night out, he got me drunk and took my virginity.
When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, leaving me alone and humiliated in that hotel room.
Months later, I got the shattering news: I was pregnant.
I mustered every ounce of courage to tell him, only to be met with cold rejection. He abandoned me without a second thought.
Now I’m trapped with an impossible choice: keep this baby, or have an abortion?
Can I ever survive the wreckage of my secret affair with my boss?

"Bite me." Chase Sterling's whisper was a blade against my skin.

I should pull away.
I should hate him.
But my wolf is howling yes while my heart screams no.

"Say stop," he breathes against my pulse, "and I'll stop."

Liar.

We both know he can't stop.
The bond won't let him.

And neither can I.


Ten years ago, they found my father with his throat torn out
on Silvermoon land.

The Sterlings called it "trespassing."
I called it murder.

They gave us hush money and a warning:
Keep quiet, or the Beta's daughter is next.

So I learned to be invisible.
To swallow my rage.
To survive.

Until someone slipped a note into my locker:
They lied about how your father died.


Chase Sterling.

Future Alpha. Golden boy. Untouchable.

The moment our eyes met, the bond snapped into place—
a collar I never asked for, a chain I can't break.

He says he didn't know.
He says his father is innocent.
He says he'll help me find the truth.

But every time he touches me,
I feel my father's blood on his hands.


Now I'm trapped between two impossible choices:

Accept the bond and betray everything I am.
Or break it—and lose the partner who can prove
my father's killer walks free.

The worst part?

When Chase whispers "mine" against my skin—
I want to believe him.

"You've been staring at me all night," I slurred, my voice thick with tequila and heartbreak. "Either it's creepy, or you like what you see."

"Look, handsome," I leaned in closer, the bar's dim lights blurring around us. "I've had a really shitty day. Want to make it better? I'll pay for your time—I've got plenty of money."

His eyes widened, but then he reached out, wrapping my hand in his warm, strong fingers—gentle in a way that felt strangely comforting.

"Olivia," he said, his deep voice hitting me like a forgotten memory. "Do you know who I am?"


I thought I had guys all figured out. Until a cheating bastard destroyed that confidence completely.

In a fit of vengeful rebellion, I picked up a stranger at a bar. Got drunk, got laid, got wild for one night.

The next morning, I was ready to make my graceful exit—until I saw the face on the pillow next to me.

Blake. My childhood frenemy who'd been MIA for years, the same asshole who always said I'd "never learn to read people."

Even worse? He had the audacity to come begging for dating advice on how to win over some girl.

"Who's the lucky target?" I asked, forcing myself to sound casual.

"Just a friend," he dodged.

My mind immediately went to Sophia—that girl who'd been circling him since middle school with her not-so-subtle hints. Of course he's still hung up on her.

So there I was, gritting my teeth while dispensing "female psychology" and "perfect pursuit strategies,"

when he suddenly took my hand and pressed it against his chest, "Don't you get it yet? Can't you figure out who I'm trying to pursue?"

Maybe every love story starts with a complete disaster—but what if this mess is exactly where our story was meant to begin?

I'm Jane—until I discovered my marriage was built on lies.

The hotel penthouse door stood ajar as I approached.

"Your wife is so pathetic," she moaned breathlessly, her voice echoing from inside.

My breath caught as I pushed the door wider, revealing my husband with another woman pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside her.

"Does she even know how to satisfy you like this?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back.

Lucas gripped her hips harder, his voice rough with desire: "Jane was always just part of the plan. You're the only woman who sets me on fire."

My phone slipped from my trembling hands, exploding against the marble floor like my shattered heart.

This time, I refused to be the victim.

I demanded a divorce—but Lucas had orchestrated every detail to keep me trapped.

Just when despair consumed me, Ethan Quinn appeared like salvation in a thousand-dollar suit

"Get divorced. I'll help you. One condition—marry me," he whispered.

The most powerful man in New York wanted me? A discarded wife?

But as Ethan protected me fiercely and Lucas begged desperately for forgiveness, the shocking truth emerged:

‘Ethan had been searching for me for twenty years.’

‘I was the little girl who once saved him from hell.’


"You pulled me out of that nightmare," Ethan's eyes filled with intensity. "I've spent my life becoming worthy of saving you back."

The scared boy became the most powerful man in the city.

His love wasn't coincidence—it was destiny.

Some people arrive like answered prayers you never knew you were praying...

I am Vera, forced to marry the ruthless mob boss Viktor Quinn.

Years of one-sided devotion have finally extinguished the love I once held for him.

"You will never be worthy of carrying my child," he once vowed. If he discovered I was pregnant, he would personally ensure I aborted it.

But I was already months along.

One night, an assassin cornered me in a dark alley: "I'm here to take your life and your child's!"

I barely escaped. But the question haunted me—who sent him? Was it Viktor?

An accidental flight change saved me from a plane crash that killed everyone on board.

To the world, Vera Quinn died in that disaster.

Viktor went mad searching for my body.

Six years later, I've rebuilt my life as Maya Pierce, a renowned jewelry designer—and a mother.

Then I was kidnapped.

One day, I was mysteriously kidnapped.

When the hood was ripped off my head, I froze.

The person standing before me made my heart stop.

The one behind all of this turned out to be...

The cool air rushed between us, making me shiver. "I've felt it since I first saw you in the mountains."

"Then why are you fighting it?" I pushed, getting bolder. "Why pretend it was a mistake?"

My name is Lyra, Princess of the Starscale Realm, bearer of the Star Goddess's purification gift.

I thought I'd found my destined soulmate—until I met Kael.

From the moment I saw him, something felt different.

Wrong. Right. I couldn't tell which.

All I knew was that I was drawn to him like water to the moon, desperate to get closer, to understand the storm raging behind his eyes.

But Kael pushed me away as often as he pulled me close, leaving me confused and aching.

Then I discovered why: my family supposedly slaughtered his entire Storm Dragon clan in a brutal massacre.

I don't believe my father capable of such horror. I can't. So I made Kael a promise—I would uncover the truth and clear his family's name, no matter the cost.

But everything changed when my "destined" soulmate betrayed me, shattering the bond I thought was unbreakable. In the aftermath of that devastation, my longing for Kael intensified until I could no longer deny it.

Kael is my true fated mate. He has to be.

But after one soulbond failed me so catastrophically, how can I trust another? How can I believe in destiny when it's already led me astray once?

Then we discovered something that changes everything: Kael and I aren't just drawn together by fate—we're the only ones who can stand against the Void. Only our combined power can seal away the darkness threatening to consume our world.

And as we dig deeper into the massacre, the real truth finally emerges: the killer was never my father at all. Someone else orchestrated the slaughter, someone who's been manipulating us both from the shadows...

Now, caught between love and hatred, trust and betrayal, destiny and choice—can we find our way forward together?

I spent weeks planning this trip. Every detail carefully arranged for one purpose: to confess my feelings to Arthur—Julian's older brother, the boy I'd been secretly in love with since childhood.

But he showed up with a girlfriend.

That night, drunk and reckless, I did the most absurd thing—I kissed Julian. The troublemaker who'd been my nemesis since we were kids, the one I swore I'd never give the time of day.

But what happened next was even more absurd.

This winter every time he came close, my heart raced out of control. I started noticing the curve of his smile, the undisguised heat in his eyes when he looked at me.

Those habits that used to drive me crazy now made my heart flutter. My feelings for him became dangerous, complicated—like a storm I couldn't escape.

"Eleanor, are you avoiding me?" He blocked my path.

He suddenly pressed my wrist, trapping me between the wall and his body, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered, "You finally see me..."

Just when I thought everything had settled, Arthur began closing in. He suddenly acknowledged my existence, his gaze burning with intensity, as if the moment I let go was when he truly saw me.

"Eleanor, we need to talk." Arthur stopped me.

I tried to escape in panic, but Julian wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me tightly against him. His arms were firm as iron, his lips brushing my hair as his voice dropped low and dangerous:

"She's mine, Arthur. You're too late."

Three years into our loveless marriage:

"Julian... what would you do if I got pregnant?" I asked, clinging to a foolish hope.

He thrust hard, his release hot between my thighs.

"You? Bear my heir?" His laugh was ice-cold. "A maid's daughter could never be worthy of Sterling blood."


I'm Elena—the maid's daughter who dared to love Julian Sterling.

He's the ruthless heir who married me for revenge.

"You're nothing but a gold-digging whore,"* he whispered. *"Did you really think I'd ever love someone like you?”

He used me. Broke me. Made me beg for scraps while he paraded his first love through our home.

That night, I stood on the bridge, staring at the dark water below.

I'd lost everything. My mother. My dignity. My will to fight.


Five years later, in a crowded shopping mall:

My daughter tugs at a stranger's sleeve.

"Mister, will you help me find my mommy? I got lost."

The man freezes, staring down at her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His voice sounds broken.

"Lila! What's yours, uncle?"

"Julian."

Minutes later, he's walking toward me with my daughter's hand in his, his face drained of all color.

"Elena."

My name on his lips sounds like agony.

Before I can respond, he's crossed the distance between us. His arms wrap around me with desperate strength.

"God, you're alive. I thought—" His voice cracks. "I'm so sorry—"

He leans down, his lips seeking mine.

My hand moves on instinct.

The slap echoes through the mall.

"Excuse me?" I step back, ice-cold, pulling Lila behind me. "Please control yourself, sir. Do we even know each other?"

"You're pregnant, Miss Camellia." The doctor's gentle voice hit me like a thunderbolt.

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug deep into my palms. "That's impossible..."

"The blood test and ultrasound results are both very clear."

I shoved my chair back abruptly, the harsh scraping sound echoing through the room. That night of lost control came flooding back like a nightmare—the silhouette of a stranger in the dim room, desire ignited by drugs, and...

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, biting my lip guiltily.

How could I have forgotten to take my birth control pills? Being too busy with work was no excuse. I had promised that spoiled rich boy I would handle the aftermath... What now?


I'm Camellia Frost, CEO of NexaCore Technologies, the iron rose of the business world.

Richard Bloom is my sworn enemy—that carefree playboy heir.

A trap someone set led to our night together, and worse yet, I got pregnant.

The Bloom family pressured for marriage, and to save my company from bankruptcy, I had no choice but to accept this cold transaction.

I thought his heart belonged to someone else, that we were just strangers bound by mutual interests.


However, as we began living together day and night, I was shocked to discover:

This "wastrel heir" actually has a hidden identity unknown to everyone...

He's not the cynical playboy he appears to be on the surface, but rather...

What caught me even more off guard was that this supposedly cold contractual marriage began to change its flavor.

"Camellia, why are you ignoring me today?"

"Why do I want to see you every single day?"

Wait... why has my contract husband become so clingy after marriage?!

Is this still supposed to be that cold, ruthless business alliance?

My name is Lorelei, and I once had the perfect life—until I lost everything overnight.

My ex-husband destroyed my mother's company, my grandmother lay dying in the ICU—and when I had nowhere left to turn, Dante Ashford appeared.

This ruthless billionaire offered me a devil's bargain: become his secret mistress in exchange for his help.

I told myself we were from different worlds, that I shouldn't fall.

But beneath his icy exterior, in those rare moments of tenderness, I couldn't stop myself from plummeting into the abyss.

Until that scandal broke—when he threw me to the wolves without hesitation to protect his fiancée's reputation.

In that moment, the truth became crystal clear: after all this time, I meant nothing to him.

I was just a disposable tool.

So I left.

I locked my heart away.

Four years later, this once untouchable, cold-hearted man is on his knees before me, eyes filled with desperation and remorse, his voice hoarse with pleading: "Don't marry him, Lorelei. Please... give me one more chance."

But as the buried truth between us slowly surfaces, I discover that from the very beginning, our relationship was wrapped in lies.

Can I ever trust this man who has hurt me again and again?

"Are you afraid of me?" He said, dropping his hand from my arm and wrapping it around my waist.

"I-I d-don't, I-I c-can't." I struggled to speak but I couldn't get any words out.

He let go of me and raked his hand through his hair.

"What is it about you?" He asked and grazed my cheeks with his fingers lightly. "Sorry birdie but I can't stop myself anymore. I'm going to kiss you now.”


Emily Chesterfield is a shy and innocent nerd. Her life changes drastically when she begins her junior year. She attracts the attention of the school's bad boy and billionaire's son, Ace Hilton. However, that is not all as she also attracts the attention of a criminal syndicate. What happens when she falls for the bad boy who is trying to keep her safe from the criminal syndicate?

Five years. Five years I gave everything to Paxton Sterling—my heart, my body, my wolf's soul. I built his empire as Chief Strategy Officer while wearing his mark like a badge of honor.

Then she came back.

Layla—my pure-blooded half-sister with her perfect smile and poison tongue. Within days of her return from Europe, Paxton was ready to throw me away like yesterday's news.

"I want to sever our bond, Freya. Lyra is my true mate."

Wrong move, Alpha.

He thinks I'm just another submissive mate who'll quietly disappear. He's forgotten I'm a mixed-blood Alpha who's been playing nice for far too long. While he's busy playing house with my backstabbing sister, Lucas Morgan—the most dangerous Alpha in the territory—is making me an offer I can't refuse.

Paxton wants to discard me? Fine.

But he's about to learn that some women don't just walk away—they burn everything down on their way out.

I'm done being the good girl. Done being the perfect mate. Done hiding what I really am.

"It was a mistake! I apologized already," feeling so terrified as I moved backward.

"You should have known me better than this, little sparrow," He chuckled deeply, his gaze fixed on me.

"Lucas please!" I cried, now stopped by the wall as my heart beats faintly.

"Don't worry it's just a little game, you and I will play, you'll love it, little sparrow," He smirked.

I knew this was a trick, Ben lied when he said he wouldn't hurt me and I stupidly fell into the trap.

Now, I was alone with him and in his room.

I think this is the time for me to announce my funeral...

"Strip!" His cold voice snapped me out,as he stared at me with a deadpan expression while I gazed at him in ultra shock.


Camilla Evans is a gentle nerd in her finals at Watermark Highschool. As a nerd, the stereotypical notion of her wearing thick rimmed glasses, out-of-vogue clothes and shoes which were eighty percent of the time, twice her size still stands.

Having been at the bottom of the food chain in Watermark Highschool, Camilla was liable to predators and the most annoying one of them all went by the name, Lucas Liam.

Camilla had no idea why the hottest guy in school would even spare her a glance not to mention actually spending the whole day bullying and teasing her to no end.

Could there be something else to these false acts of bully and teases from Lucas?

Find out what happens when the Cheerleader, Jenny Layton put Camilla's life at stake?

Will she be able to handle all the torments she's passing through especially when her mum died and her sister left her behind?

"I, Kiara Vane, reject you, Alpha Liam!"

Kiara was the Westland Pack’s greatest joke: a blind, wolfless Luna married to a man who loathed her very existence. Pushed to suicide by her own twin sister’s betrayal and her mate’s cold-blooded cruelty, she was meant to be a forgotten footnote in history.

But the history books lied.

Cassandra, a feisty 21st-century student with a sharp tongue and a heart of steel, finds herself sucked into the cursed pages of an ancient text. She wakes up in the past, inhabiting the body of the "Dead Luna" under a blood-red moon.

But there’s a catch: this version of Kiara can see. And she isn't crying for mercy anymore.

Alpha Liam is a monster who swore to destroy the pack's traitors to avenge his mother’s death. He expected a broken, sightless girl he could easily crush.

Instead, he finds a defiant queen who looks at him with mockery instead of longing… a woman who seems to know his secrets before he even speaks them.

As Cassandra navigates a world of silver blades, ancient witchcraft, and a mate bond that burns with a dangerous new hunger, she has only one goal: make them all pay.

But as the "wolfless" girl begins to show the heart of a dragon, the predator slowly becomes the prey.

Liam is no longer looking for revenge… he’s looking for the woman who stole his soul.

But one question haunts the entire pack:

If the real Kiara died that night under the red moon… then who… exactly… is the woman wearing her face?

"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.

"What do you want? Ask me." I whisper against her cheek, kissing the warm skin there. I feel my cock pushing through my pants with wild desire, my body begging, pleading, but I take a deep breath, controlling myself.

"I want you to take me somewhere..."

"What else?" I feel her soft hands slide down my arms to my wrists, she moans softly and I restrain myself at the surreptitious way she's giving herself away.

"I don't want you to stop touching me like this, I want you to feel it and praise me for being so wet right now."

At the age of 22, Dakota's life had already gone through so many ups and downs that she took a drastic step that cost her family and her dreams. Now in New York, sharing an apartment with her best friend, she finds the remnants of her anguish still alive. Thoughts of uncertainty and the feeling that she is missing out on her best period torment her every night.

On one of these nights, fate gives her a hot experience with a mysterious, much older man who will not leave Dakota's thoughts for a long time... The future is a mystery, but her new job in a multinational company will manage to shake up her life with new responsibilities and a new pair of blue eyes. Dakota thinks it would be a good idea to dive into them, after all, the man behind the black hair and tall stature is popular, a good and communicative company. Still, the man doesn't seem to be enough, he lacks his father's gray eyes, mystery, seriousness and maturity. Doubt is immoral, her feelings are too dangerous. Perhaps Dakota's biggest mistake is to hold on to something her heart and body are pushing her so hard to do. Maybe she is different because she is truly sure of what she wants, contrary to what she believes. Could they keep her most secret desires at bay?

"You are naked," Josh commented.

"No-no… I…" she began to stutter, earning a small smile from Josh. "I am not."

"Come out from the stream then," he said with a lopsided smirk, moving dangerously closer to her.


Born of the lowest rank, Olivia has suffered greatly as an Omega Werewolf. After facing a pack attack, she was saved by a strange man who sold her off to be a slave. As she begins serving as a slave for a werewolf pack, she is captured by rogues.

After finally escaping from a group of dangerous rogues, she finds herself facing rejection yet again when she learns that she is mated to the Cursed Alpha, Josh who is the most feared, ruthless, and deadliest werewolf in the world.

Josh ruled with an iron hand, was merciless and dangerous just the way he wanted it. He knew he had no chance at love, and discovering he had a mate was out of the question. Mates are weaknesses, and his parents were the perfect example of why he should not be mated. Then, what was the Moon Goddess thinking, mating him with an Omega?

I saved her… hid her from the world. Camouflaged her from my enemies. For years, I wondered if I did the right thing. Was the family I left her with taking good care of her? When I enter the auction, I get my answer. I never expected to see her big blue eyes again. Never expected for her to be the main attraction. Virgin for sale… highest bidder wins. I had no intention of buying her, but her body called to me. I find myself bidding. Again and again. Until I’m the proud owner of an eighteen-year-old virgin. She thinks I saved her again. She's so wrong. I just threw her to the hungry wolf. I’m going to enjoy breaking her down. Piece by piece. But not before I seek out the family that promised to protect her and get my revenge.

They say some secrets are meant to stay buried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The problem is, I believe him.

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

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

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

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

When my husband handed the project I bled for to his "depressed" childhood sweetheart, he told me to be mature. "You're my wife. You shouldn't care about the credit."

So, when I was in the hospital miscarrying our baby while he threw her a party, I didn't cry. When she posted selfies wearing my anniversary necklace, I didn't scream.

Julian thought he had finally broken me into the perfect, obedient housewife. He truly believed I was nothing without him.

What a pathetic joke.

He had no idea his entire "business empire" was secretly kept alive by my family's trust fund.

He certainly didn't know the "mundane paperwork" he blindly signed this morning was my resignation—and our divorce agreement.

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, my husband Nathan audaciously discussed the name of the child his mistress Victoria was carrying, speaking in Spanish right in front of me.
They presumed I could not understand. Yet, not only did I comprehend every word, but I had also long ago uncovered evidence of their affair—including those passionate videos filmed in his car...
But when I vanished completely, he went into a frenzy.
When the news of the 'plane crash' broke, he spent fifty million dollars, deploying twelve rescue helicopters to search relentlessly through the storm for seven days and nights.
When the rescue team informed him that 'there were no survivors,' this once indomitable man knelt on the deck, weeping inconsolably like a child who has lost his mother.
Little did he know, there was no trace of me on that 'lost' plane.
And now, it was my turn to make him experience the true meaning of loss.

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood, he knelt amidst the rubble, desperately clawing at the stones, screaming my name. It was only after I left that he truly understood the meaning of loss...

I was forced by my father to fulfill an arranged engagement with an Alpha I'd never met face-to-face. Pushing open the jewelry store door, I found my fiancé Kane spoiling his childhood sweetheart Briar, who was trying to snatch my mother’s ring. "Security! Get this stray out of here!" Briar screamed, pointing at me. When I revealed my identity, Kane sneered coldly: "What bullshit pact? I would never marry a woman like you." Briar snatched the ring and threw water at my face: "Kneel down and beg me to give it back!" When I fought back, Kane exploded in rage: "How dare you touch my woman? Hold her down!" Four warriors pinned me down as Briar laughed cruelly: "Let everyone see this delusional bitch who doesn't know her place!" They stepped on my hand while Kane watched coldly, even urging her on: "Hurry up, let her learn her lesson." Just as she was about to chop off my finger with a knife, the door suddenly burst open—"Do you have any idea whose daughter you're humiliating?"

I died on my 28th birthday.

My family was throwing a birthday party for my sister Stella—yes, we share the same birthday, but in this house, only hers was worth celebrating.

My corpse was slowly rotting in the storage room while laughter and birthday songs echoed from the living room. They thought I was just "throwing another tantrum," completely unaware of the torment I had endured before dying.

The irony was crushing: I had spent five years ghostwriting musical compositions for her, making her the "genius composer" everyone adored. Meanwhile, I—the real creator—was dismissed as nothing more than a jealous older sister.

By the time they finally discovered my body, guided by the stench of decay, it was far too late.

But death was only the beginning of my revenge.

Every single person who had hurt me would pay the price.

Including those I loved most.

When I opened my eyes once more and beheld the familiar glint of scheming in my sister's gaze, I knew—she had also been reborn.

In my past life, she shattered the souls of my child and me with a forbidden moonlight ritual, driven solely by envy of my perfect partner and healthy heir. In my dying moments, I saw no remorse in her eyes, only a twisted satisfaction.

In this life, she still seeks to seize everything from me—my fiancé, my child.

This time, I have chosen the one whom everyone scorns as the "exile."

They call him a monster, curse him, and claim that any woman who unites with him will bear only deformed beasts.

What they fail to comprehend is that as I lay on the brink of death, it was he whose golden eyes reflected the anguish of despair. What they know even less is the secret I harbor—one that even I scarcely believe.

My dear sister, do you desire the perfect heir? Do you yearn for supreme power?

Come, then.

Let us see how long your hypocritical facade can endure when the blood moon rises again, and all discover the true "monster."

I was but eighteen when I found myself captivated by my best friend’s brother.

At twenty-one, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He welcomed me into his bed but never once into his heart.

For three long years, I reassured myself: "Just a little while longer. He will see me in due time."

Then Stella returned—the girl he had always yearned for, even while his hands roamed my body in the shadows.

He greeted her return with champagne and candlelight, and then, locking his gaze upon me amidst a gathering, he coldly declared:

"You crawled into my bed and offered yourself. Don't you see how cheap and pitiable you appear?"

I raised my eyes, meeting his once more.

"I shall no longer trouble you."

I retrieved my phone, navigated to a contact I had seldom engaged—my betrothed by arrangement—and typed: "I consent to the marriage."

Minutes before the Stanford Hackathon began, my childhood friend decided to bail to help his girlfriend shoot a TikTok video.

I was just about to stop him when his inner voice suddenly exploded in my head: 'I actually got reborn?'

'Last time, I listened to Maeve and stayed for the competition, securing my spot at Stanford. But Sloane went to Malibu alone to shoot her video and fell off a cliff!"

'Even though I pushed Maeve off a roof to avenge her, I still lost the love of my life.'

'This time, I'm not losing Sloane. If Maeve dares to stop me again, I'll make her pay with her life all over again!'

My blood ran cold, and the words of persuasion died in my throat.

If he wanted his tragic romance so badly, he could have it.

On the eve of the violin competition, I was dragged into the basement and tormented for three excruciating hours, my hands shattered by iron rods, rendering me incapable of ever playing again.

As I lay in the hospital awaiting emergency care, I discovered the truth: it was my own father who had hired the assassins to ruin me; it was my fiancé who deliberately delayed my surgery, aiming to leave me permanently disabled; and ultimately, it was my pampered sister, cherished by the entire family, who had set fire to gasoline with the intent to burn me alive.

Fifteen years ago, a sorcerer had proclaimed that my sister was the 'blessing' of the Winslow family, while I, through my very existence, was deemed a 'curse' that needed to be eradicated.

Due to this absurd prophecy, I became the target of my family's ambition to be rid of me.

They wished for my demise, yet I am determined to survive — to witness them pay the price for their choices today.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

On our fifth anniversary, my Mafia Don husband kissed my cheek, then switched to Corsican to tell our adopted daughter how much he enjoyed getting her pregnant piece by piece.

He didn't know I spoke seven languages. Corsican included.

He didn't know that in three days, I would vanish — no body, no trail, no goodbye.

When I disappeared, he lost his mind.

Now it was my turn to teach him what losing someone really meant.

The child I brought into this world through sheer determination now calls my husband's mistress "mother"; the youth who slew my father for my sake and was imprisoned, now confines me beyond the threshold, forcing me to hear his carnal symphony with his stepmother. Only then did I comprehend: the sixteen-year-old boy who committed patricide for me had long perished within the prison walls.

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.

I thought I had the perfect life.

A mansion in Westport, a successful husband, a beautiful daughter. Sixteen years of marriage that seemed unbreakable.

Until I found another woman's watch band in my husband's car.

Until I discovered that woman was my daughter's soccer coach.

Until I realized my nine-year-old daughter was helping her father lie to me.

Some betrayals strike like lightning. Others seep in like slow poison, until you discover your entire world is a lie.

When I stood on the platform at our annual community barbecue, armed with evidence and burning with rage, I understood a truth that would have destroyed the woman I used to be:

Sometimes the only way to save your family is to destroy it first.