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Unravel:Mr. VanceMy eyes raked over her. The temporary bartender brought into my office because shed seen the virgin auction room. I took in her delicious curves and knew I needed to have her. Except, I would never see her again after tonight. But, I always get what I want, I'm the owner of Club V and I will unravel her in ways she's never experienced. I can barely wait to touch and lick every curve of her virgin body.SamaraI assumed the auction room at Club V was just a rumor. Until I walked into the wrong room. I feared being fired but when the guard brought me to Mr. Vance I was instantly a hot mess. He was gorgeous, arrogant, cocky even and I couldn't take my eyes off the very naked woman wearing a diamond collar standing beside him. The look of lust and sex on her face as he played with her and then the way he watched me, teasing. But, Id never have to see him again after tonight. That is until fate changed everything... God help me!Undone:Taylor Dawson spends her days getting down and dirty as a mechanic at her father's garage, rather than with a hot guy. At nineteen, she's so ready to get rid of her v-card but hasn't found the right man yet. Collecting her roommate from her bartending job at Club V, Taylor stumbles across Club Owner, Jake Mesa, giving a lesson in submission. Tay doesn't think she'd ever be able to obey like the collared woman at Jake's mercy and slips away from the room unnoticed.However, Jake's security footage caught the gorgeous voyeur in his room and now she has his full attention. When Taylor's dad admits to a business disaster that could end not only the garage but his life, she doesn't know where to turn. Then Jake makes her an offer... Will she be able to resist or become completely undone?Uncover:When magazine journalist Penny is offered the opportunity to investigate the virgin auctions at Club V, she leaps at the chance. Especially when she realizes the man shell be interviewing is Pete Wilson, the boy who set out to seduce her in University and made her a subject of ridicule. Now theyre both adults and hes the subject. Penny wants revenge. Can she uncover a seedy underworld to Club V for Expose magazine? Or instead is she about to uncover their bodies and their hearts?

James, who was engaged to Ellen Princeton, was set to inherit the Wane's empire after he finished school. Although they loved each other, he saw everything as an arranged marriage by their both families. During his graduation trip, he fell in love with Alisha Carl. Against his family's wishes, they ran off together and he became a live-in son-in-law in her family house without them knowing his true identity. For three years, he endured hardships and insults as part of the Carl family. On their third anniversary, he discovered Alisha had cheated on him and served him divorce papers. Heartbroken and furious, he signed the papers and returned to the empire he left behind with two things in mind. He must win back Ellen Princeton and the Carl family must face the consequences of how they mistreated him.

What type of love could possibly come after trying to seduce an handsome stranger at the club in order to escape your abusive relationship?

How does it work?

What happens if you fall in love with the country's most eligible bachelor before you know it?

Do you run away or do you wait for him to accept you?

What does it mean to be a gentleman? For exclusive members Damien, Silas, and Levi it means exploring the world of dominance with women looking for excitement. They pay to play.

Read what it means to enjoy sexy fantasies and wildest dreams in their playrooms at the Gentleman's Club.

Book One: Damien Sinclair is an attractive, successful lawyer with a taste for dominance and sex. He enjoys being one of the Gentleman's Club members. When he meets loud and confident Mila Wright he can't seem to stay away. He makes it his mission to claim her in more ways than one by introducing her to his play room. Mila doesn't know if she can take the heat.

Warning: Mature Audiences only. Explicit Content

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

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

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

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

“So blood is less like a meal for you than it is a drug trip,” I note, and he rests his hand on my thigh, making my heart clench.

“No, blood is sustenance,” he corrects, “some bland and some flavorful, but your blood,” He leans in closer, finger tracing up the side of my leg, right along the femoral artery. “I was taken to heaven, my soul lit aflame. Pure ecstasy. I wish I could show you.” His eyes scorch my skin, suffusing my cheeks with heat. His fingers are right there between my legs, and I know without a doubt that such ecstasy is well within my reach, no biting required. He can see that desire darkening my gaze, and his smile steadily broadens. “You know, there are ways of enhancing one’s flavor. I normally tease it out for hours before I drink.” He rests his lips against my ear. “Sanguis always tastes best when a woman is in full climax.”


Leah just wanted to make some friends and blow off some steam. She did not expect her night of clubbing to get her kidnapped by a coven of hot, young vampires addicted to her blood. Now she’s a slave, a blood servant in a mansion of beautiful tormentors fighting each other to lay permanent claim to her. She doesn’t need to pick just one. She could have them all if she chose, but the urge to escape and rescue her imprisoned best friend, the man she’s been in love with since grade school, that noble need remains. Even if he could never fully satisfy her needs and fulfill her darkest fantasies the way the others can… It’s too deadly a game, leading them all on, and one of these vampires is bound to overindulge and suck her dry. Though the truth is, she’d enjoy every second of that experience, right up until death.

A string of brutal murders has bodies piling up in Brooklyn, and Detective Frankie Donovan knows what is going on. Clues left at the crime scenes point to someone from the old neighborhood, and that isn't good. Frankie has taken two oaths in his life—the one he took to uphold the law when he became a cop, and the one he took with his two best friends when they were eight years old and inseparable.  Those relationships have forced Frankie to make many tough decisions, but now he faces the toughest one of his life; he has five murders to solve and one of those two friends is responsible. If Frankie lets him go, he breaks the oath he took as a cop and risks losing his job. But if he tries to bring him in, he breaks the oath he kept for twenty-five years—and risks losing his life. In the neighborhood where Frankie Donovan grew up, you never broke an oath.

"How pathetic of you, Aspen. Falling in love with your mate’s murderer. Worse still, he doesn’t love you, he only sees you as a key to getting what he wants."


On the day her mate was supposed to return and take over as Alpha, Aspen watched his murder happen over FaceTime.
She swore to avenge him, but she has no idea who the killer is or where to start.

To find answers, she disguises herself as a male and joins an academy meant for Alpha heirs. Everything goes as planned until she meets Ronan Cross, her second chance mate. But he’s already betrothed to a jealous Alpha’s daughter who would kill to keep him.

When rumors spread that an Omega is pretending to be an Alpha, Aspen’s secret is in danger. Now she must hide her identity, find her mate’s killer, and resist the man whose voice sounds just like the one she heard the night of the murder.

When the truth comes out, will she choose love or vengeance?

"Very entertaining. I highly recommend this book to the permanent library of any reader that appreciates a very well written mystery, with some twists and an intelligent plot. You will not be disappointed. Excellent way to spend a cold weekend!" --Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (regarding Murder in the Manor)AGED FOR MURDER (A TUSCAN VINEYARD COZY MYSTERY) is the debut novel in a charming new cozy mystery series by #1 bestselling author Fiona Grace, author of Murder in the Manor (Book #1), a #1 Bestseller with over 100 five-star reviews—and a free download!When Olivia Glass, 34, concocts an ad for a cheap wine that propels her advertising company to the top, she is ashamed by her own work—yet offered the promotion she’s dreamed of. Olivia, at a crossroads, realizes this is not the life she signed up for. Worse, when Olivia discovers her long-time boyfriend, about to propose, has been cheating on her, she realizes it’s time for a major life change.Olivia has always dreamed of moving to Tuscany, living a simple life, and starting her own vineyard. When her long-time friend messages her about a Tuscan cottage available, Olivia can’t help wonder: is it fate?Hilarious, packed with travel, food, wine, twists and turns, romance and her newfound animal friend—and centering around a baffling small-town murder that Olivia must solve—AGED FOR DEATH is an un-putdownable cozy that will keep you laughing late into the night.Books #2 and #3 in the series—AGED FOR DEATH and AGED FOR MAYHEM—are now also available!

I didn’t have the kind of body those women by the pool flaunted, but the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing he wanted, made me forget that.
“Exquisite,” he murmured, lowering his head, and before I could even draw breath, his mouth was on my nipple; hot, wet, consuming.
A louder moan escaped me....

Carrie Summers thought meeting Gavin Manning was just a typical bar encounter, and that they wouldn't cross paths again.
However, this mysterious and charming man kept appearing in her life, even at the grand opening of the hottest new venue in town—the Privé club.
She keeps reminding herself that a romantic relationship is the last thing she needs right now, but Gavin's unwavering attention, each flirtatious encounter and passionate sexual encounter, makeing her realize that she seems unable to stay away from him.
She may not know who Gavin truly is, but she knows how he makes her feel. Passion, longing, and unleashed desire—she was uncontrollably succumbing to them...

Get ready for the steamiest erotic romance.

Twenty-year-old rising TV reporter Alisha Murphy seems to have it all—beauty, brains, a perfect career, and an attractive boyfriend. But her latest assignment takes a dark turn when she investigates the chilling disappearances of eleven young women, all with the same initials: A.M.

As she follows the clues, she uncovers a terrifying pattern that leads back to one place—her boyfriend’s bar. What Alisha finds hidden beneath the floorboards is a nightmare beyond imagination. Now, she’s the final piece in a twisted ritual, and the only way to survive is to play along... until she can strike.

I was on the streets, until I wasn't. They took me, fed me, clothed me. For a time I was happy, until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me, until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers.

His name was Zero.

He wasn't just an enforcer. He was a stone blooded killer.

Meet the girl-

Beggar:-

I've never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don’t even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington has been my home since the day I was born. As the years went on by, I learnt to survive on these streets, I even learnt to smile.

Now meet

Zero:-

I know I should let it rest, but I can't drop it. I need to know her name. My gut is riding me hard. My instincts are telling me it's important.

I'm the enforcer. If there's even a thread that she's a danger to my club I need to know.

When Beggar saves Falon, she passes the biggest test of a Satan Sniper. Taken as a prospect, Beggar can finally get the life she wanted.

She gets more than she ever hoped to. A mans heart. But with secrets from her past and the man in question set of uncovering the dark that's plagued her. Will she learn that the enforcer of the Satan Snipers is more than able to handle anything. Even the reason she calls herself Beggar.

Did you slaughter your roommates?" the detective sneered. "No!" I screamed. The polygraph technician stared at the flawless readouts confirming I told the absolute truth. I was innocent. But if a human didn't tear those girls apart in our locked dorm... then what exactly is hunting me now?

"You're nothing but bad luck! You're just as vile and worthless as that wretched mother of yours!" My father's roar echoed through the room, punctuated by the sharp crack of his belt.

Through my tears, I tried to defend myself: "That's not true! My mom is a good person—she's a police officer!"

He let out a cold laugh: "Good person? Your mother was nothing but a slut! How dare you talk back to me!"

I turned desperately to my stepmother: "Please, make him stop..."

She just gave me a cold glance and walked away.

The beating continued until he was too exhausted.

When I became an adult, I finally escaped that house of horrors.

I thought that by working through college, writing novels to pay off my loans, life would finally get better.

But then...

I woke up on my neighbor's floor, clutching a blood-soaked knife, with blood splattered everywhere.

Had I killed someone?

This couldn't be happening... I would never hurt anyone!

When everyone saw me as a murderer, when the whole world turned against me...

He was the only one who stood by my side.

"I believe you," his voice rang out firmly in the courtroom.

Why does he want to help me?

My dad was a highly decorated narcotics detective. Fifteen years ago, they framed him for corruption and claimed he swallowed his own gun. It ruined our family.
But tonight, everything changed. I was digging through his old evidence box when a heavy, battery-less police radio suddenly crackled to life.
"Pumpkin, I'm bringing a turkey home."
"Dad! Don't go to the motel today!"
Right before my eyes, the ink on his autopsy report physically shifted. "Suicide" twisted into "homicide."

In the glittering chaos of New York City, Emily Carter thought she’d finally found love with Alex, the charming architect who seems too perfect to be true. But as their romance ignites, a chilling wave of murders grips the city women lured by a serial dater-killer who leaves a single red rose petal as his mark. When eerie clues point to Alex hidden jewelry, cryptic texts, and a hauntingly familiar sketch Emily’s dream romance spirals into a nightmare of suspicion. Caught between her heart and her instincts, she digs deeper, uncovering secrets that blur the line between lover and predator. As the body count rises and the killer’s gaze turns to her, Emily must unravel a deadly web of betrayal before she becomes the next victim. In this pulse-pounding suspense, every date could be her last, and trust is the deadliest gamble of all. Will Emily unmask the killer or fall prey to the heart she thought she knew?

“You want me to share the studio with you?”

“Only if you can handle me… and what I want.”

“And what exactly do you want?”

“Everything… on my terms… starting with you.”

When the school decides to shut down the art studio to make room for hockey expansion, Elara Quinn refuses to accept it.

Landon Hayes the captain, the hero, the face of the team is supposed to be her enemy. His world is ice rinks and roaring crowds. Hers is paint-splattered floors and quiet determination.

But when Elara storms into his territory demanding answers, she doesn’t expect him to offer a deal.

Share the building. Work together. Rebrand the team.

It’s supposed to be temporary.

Yet the more they clash, the more the tension shifts from rivalry to something undeniable.

Saving her studio was the goal.

Falling for the boy on the other side of the fight?
That was never part of the plan.

Six months after our breakup, I ran into my ex-boyfriend, Arlo, at the Beach Club's VIP party.
His new girlfriend, Calliope, tapped her champagne flute to demand everyone's attention.
"Let’s propose a toast to Arlo, who finally crawled out of his pathetic past."
Arlo wrapped his arm around Calliope and threw a mocking glance at my dress.
"The smartest thing I ever did was letting that charity case pay off my fifty-grand car loan."
"Once I got my Varsity jacket, I dumped her for my actual queen."
A collective gasp ripped through the room.
Everyone thought I would storm out in tears, but I just smiled and signaled for the show to go on.
"What exactly are you raising a glass to, Juno?"
I leaned back in my chair and looked at her calmly.
"I’m just celebrating that you guys are having fun on my turf."
"YOUR turf?"

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Rated 18+
Contains Graphic Violence, explicit sexual contents, vulgar language and mature psychological themes.



Zia West had one goal: ruin the wedding of her backstabbing sister and the childhood sweetheart who traded her in..the plan was simple- fake a romance with the one man they feared the most: The Lethal, Grey Eyes Roan Vance.

"Try to look like you're in love," Roan whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "It's the only lie I won't forgive you for falling."

But Roan didn't play by the rules. On the night of their greatest performance, he didn't just break the contract. He broke her by piercing her blade to her heart with a warm smile. And just like that, Zia west was dead before the gala's champagne stopped bubbling.

Until....Six Months Later, She woke up.

But Zia was gone, in her place is Lady Eris Hamilton- a ginger haired heiress with emerald eyes and a family empire on the brink of ruin. She now had a new face, a new body, and a burning hunger for vengeance.

"I want him, Father," Eris said, her eyes fixed on her murderer's face on the news. "I want Roan Vance....As my husband."

She was walking back into the lion's den with a ring on her finger and a dagger in her mind. Roan doesn't recognize the fallen tiger had risen back, but he's about to find out that some ghosts don't haunt- they hunt.

The game was back on. But this time, who will bleed first? And what other secrets are buried deep in the vaults in the precious hearts of their empires?
COPYRIGHT©️ TILDAROSS 2026.

Lilith Mendez is the Cupid of the city and owner of The Billionaire Matchmaking Agency. She’s known for her professionalism, attention to detail, and discretion.
But her dating life is abysmal until an alluring stranger enters her life.
Despite the warning bells, she considers opening herself up to the possibility of romance…until things go awry. She’s found herself in the wrong situation with a powerful and dangerous man.
Rescued by Cristo, her friend and billionaire-in-shining-armor, Lilith's tempted by his assurances of protection and passion.
In this tangled web of deception, lies, and broken promises, what can Lilith do when the promise of relief makes her want so much more?

Welcome to The Wonderland Club.

Here you can explore all your darkest fantasies and strangest dreams. No wicked thought or outlandish request is too much. Free yourself from the shackles of reality and join us in this fantastical world. Let loose and go a little mad because we're all mad here.

My name is Alicia. I'm trapped in the Wonderland Club, a slave to the ruthless owner Wendel and his red queen Lilith. I had a debt with them and when they decided to relocate for better business options they took all of us who owed them a debt with them.

Now we're stuck in this place we can never leave, and none of us know when I debt will be paid. Because there is no rules in Wonderland.

When someone is killed outside the club though all hell breaks loose. Suddenly our club is under a microscope and the cops are banging down the door. Why they don't know is they won't find answers here, no one knows the truth about this place. That means no witnesses for them to talk to and no evidence to help their case.

That doesn't seem to deter Detective Rowan King. He sees things he shouldn't and the first time he looked at me I knew I wouldn't be able to hide. There is a spark between us which means he might be the one to finally break me free. Now I just have to convince him and my other guys not to kill each other long enough for us to escape.

This is going to be messy.

*this is a reverse harem story which means the female main character will have more than one love interest.

*TW: Blood, violence, language, sexual content, crime, and descriptions of crime scenes

Rejected by her mate. Saved by the most feared man in the pack. Evelyn was left to die—until Lucien came back from exile to catch her fall. He’s the banished heir, the one they call a murderer, the wolf even Alphas fear. And now, he says she’s his mate. She wants to run. He won't let her. Because once a deadly wolf claims his mate... he never lets go. Dark. Dangerous. Undeniable. Love was never meant to be safe.

“You’re not going back to work.”

“You don’t get to decide that.”

“I do when the man sitting beside you was murdered.”

Stone stepped closer. “Walk out that door, Fox, and I’ll follow.”

“To protect me?”

His jaw tightened. “To make damn sure you come back.”

——————

Getting involved with my biker bodyguard was never part of the plan.

Neither was watching one of his brothers die in front of me.

Now I’m the only witness to Tiny Benson’s murder, someone wants me dead, and Jaxon “Stone” Hayes has decided keeping me alive is his personal responsibility.

Fine.

We can keep this simple.

Casual sex. No promises. No expectations. And absolutely no pretending whatever is happening between us means more than it does.

There’s just one problem.

I’m not giving up Stormie Fox.

For years, I’ve been Stormie Fox, a high-end escort who gets invited into rooms most investigators could never reach. Tiny died helping me uncover something dangerous, and I refuse to abandon the investigation he left behind.

Which means Stone has to do the one thing neither of us is prepared for.

Stand guard while I go back to work.

He says he can handle it.

I say I can keep sex and feelings separate.

We’re both lying.

Because every client I see makes Stone a little more possessive. Every night he spends protecting me makes it harder to remember why we agreed to keep things casual. And the closer we get to the truth behind Tiny’s murder, the harder it becomes to hide the secret that started my investigation in the first place.

Stone thinks he’s protecting me from whoever killed Tiny.

He doesn’t know they’re the reason Stormie Fox exists.

Twenty-six-year-old forensic sketch artist Ivy Rowan survives an attack that should have killed her. Three years later, she still cannot explain the ability it left behind. Every time she touches an object tied to a murder, she sees flashes of the victim's final moments. No one at the department believes her, until Detective Callum Ashby walks into her life investigating a break-in that feels far too familiar. He is chasing his own ghost, an older sister taken by the same kind of violence twenty years ago, and he needs Ivy's visions to be real. As the two dig through the city's oldest unsolved murders, they uncover a pattern that reaches inside the department itself. The killer they are hunting has been watching Ivy long before Callum ever knocked on her door, and he has been waiting patiently for her to remember the one detail that could end him. Now he wants her silence, permanently.

His life is full of violence, blood and death. His name is Cerberus, that's what they call him because he's vicious, cruel, and ruthless. To be The Mafia leader you have to be, fearless, heartless and shameless, to have what you want, to get what you want and to own what you want. Gabriel 30 years, the leader of the black cross mafia or family as he calls it, he's well known everywhere due to his cruel acts. Ariel a sweet 18 years high school girl innocent, shy, kind and pure. The girl who always sees the good in people even though they can't see it themselves. She's a believer that everyone matters and everyone must have a chance. These two people will meet, their worlds collide, their life won't be the same. Is the gangster going to be changed by the angel or the pure soul of the angel is going to be tainted.

High-school misfit Julian fell in over his head into a relationship doomed for dysfunction. When the love of your life turns out to be a polyamorous vampire, eternity together is bound to be a messy rollercoaster, but even after all the trauma and heartbreak, this one of a kind devil still holds his heart. If only Luc shared his devotion... He certainly shares his obsession.

“Your girlfriend’s pretty cynical, now isn’t she?” Luc speaks into my ear, leaning casually on my shoulder. I blush bright red, and his smile grows all the broader.
He takes both our hands and leads us off across the dance floor, and the crowd parts for him like he’s the King of England - the bouncers steering away anyone that tries to block us.
“Holy shit. You really are the owner?!” Heather drunkenly shouts, as we make our way up the stairs and into that VIP booth.
“My club and my right to lay claim to anyone who catches my eye,” Luc drawls, and I shoot him a look, shifting my weight to get in between him and Heather.
“Look, you can’t just… I mean, thanks for the drinks, but she is not going to…” God I sound like an idiot, and staring straight in Luc’s eyes I feel more than a little intimidated, especially because he is not intimidated by me whatsoever. He’s smiling like I’ve just gifted him a shiny new present. I turn to tell Heather we should go, and Luc catches my arm.
“I wasn’t trying to steal away your date,” he laughs. “I invited the both of you here, now didn’t I?” He pushes a hand through Heather’s hair, turning boldly to face her dreamy eyed gawking. “You ever had a three way?”

I once thought that marrying Gabriel was my redemption in a time of despair, but little did I know, it was an eight-year-long hellish scam.
On the day of the wedding, my fiancé abandoned me for Lily, and during the pursuit, my parents were involved in a car accident — one dead and one severely injured.
It was him — Don Gabriel of the mafia family, who used his influence to send my mother to the best hospital, personally performing her surgery, but couldn't save her.
In the hospital, he publicly proposed, saying he would protect me for life, and I, desperate, agreed, clinging to it like a lifeline.
For eight years after marriage, every month, he used a syringe the size of a baby’s arm to draw my blood, saying that my blood type was rare and was being stored as an emergency reserve.
Even though I became weak and sick, I foolishly believed this was his care.
Until I became pregnant, joyfully sharing the good news, only to overhear his conversation in his study on Christmas Eve: The car ac

Shenell’s life falls apart the day she walks in on her husband fucking another woman.
Humiliated, alone, and broken, she walks into a bar and meets Vincent—the one man who makes her feel wanted again.

Until the next morning…
Her ex-husband is found murdered.
All evidence points to her.
And everyone says Vincent is the man she killed her ex-husband for.

To the world, she’s a liar.
To the media, she’s a murderer.
To the court, she’s insane.
And to her in-laws, she's a slut.

But Shenell remembers a man who held her, kissed her, protected her.
A man she swears saved her life.

Only one problem—Vincent might truly not be what he poses to be.

This is a story about heartbreak, gaslighting, trauma, and a mind trying to protect itself the only way it knows how:

By inventing love when reality becomes too unbearable.

Was she framed?
Did she kill him?
Or did her heart destroy her sanity?

Two people with different personalities but they run the same world.

Emory Ace Montemayor is a woman who knows nothing around her. Whatever you do you have no trace of emotion in her eyes as if there is no life when you look at it. Her parents died due to car accident after that incident she become emotionless Woman, she learned how to stand by her own feet she become a skilled assasin in Empire organization where she work. She hate being socialized to people she prepared being alone than be with someone else.

She doesn't fear death, But after realizing that her life is useless she committed suicide without knowing that death will not accept her because after suicide she transmigrated to someone else Body named Y-za Bella Mondragon.

The suicide that she think will make her rest but lead her to new beginning.

Let's find out what will be her ending to the new character she's in right now.

Riley Quinn, a shy and overlooked college student, accidentally witnesses the campus queen sharing a forbidden kiss with a mysterious man whose dragon tattoo is impossible to forget. Hours later, the girl is found dead, and everyone believes it was suicide. But when an anonymous podcast claims it was murder, Riley realizes she may be the only person holding the key to the truth. As she digs deeper into a web of secrets, lies, and betrayal, Riley must overcome her fears and risk everything to expose the killer before she becomes the next victim.

My husband's body moved over Celeste's, driving into her with brutal force.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning like she did for her three million followers—except this performance was just for him.
I was her assistant. Her best friend, supposedly. Which is how I knew her passcode.
Now I was wedged in the back of her bedroom closet, phone aimed through the gap in the slats, ready to catch the bastard in the act.
Then Celeste's moans ripped into a scream. The mattress lurched violently. Blood poured down the sheets in thick rivers.
Her head hit the floor. Rolled. Stopped right in front of the closet.
Those wide eyes met mine through the darkness.

This book has been rewritten and is dedicated to my Grandmother, Marie Valerie Perrett. Her flesh and bones now lay as ash, while her spirit glows within the ones fortunate to have breathed her air, as memories, and moments from the past become those that define our future. In my life some of those are memories and lessons that she has taught me, not just by words, but by actions.

She gave me the tools to be a strong woman, and at times I admit I struggled to stand, but my grandmother held me by both hands at those times and lifted me up. Then she let me go, because she knew, she knew all along that one day I would need the strength to stand on my own. To lift my own daughter by her hands and learn to let her grow so she can become stronger.

Who you were or the way you felt, my Grandmother loved without judgement.

When she looked at me, spoke to me I never doubted her love, it was always an invisible beam between us. When I was younger we used to lay on her bed and she used to read to me stories from the bible while I used her arm as a pillow. I remember when I got a bit older and she read to me then I asked her, "Gran why does a story always start with Once Upon A Time?" She said because now it is a fairytale but once upon a time it was true. It was then I imagined life, I convinced myself that aliens were real. That I could be anything I want.

There is never a moment that is perfect to let the one you love go and she was one of the very few who I have loved and still do. I took my books off the pre-order today and I am glad I did. Because I get to share her memory with you guys. And dedicate this book that she waited so long to read but barely started. On Tuesday, December 4th 2018, I read the first chapter to her.

I wish I knew that it was the last day, but we never really know when death comes naturally, do we.

Rosemary Decker, a 27-year-old marketing executive fleeing corporate burnout in Seattle, inherits her great-aunt's mysterious bookshop in Thornwick Hollow just as her life crumbles. But the inheritance comes with a chilling countdown—twenty-eight days until a crimson eclipse that occurs once per generation. Holden Ashworth, a devastatingly compelling stranger with secrets older than the mountain town itself, seems to know intimate details about her family history that she's never heard before. As Rosemary discovers the horrifying truth about an ancient covenant that has claimed six generations of women from her bloodline, she realizes Holden isn't courting her—he's preparing her for a ritual that will grant him immortality while consuming her life essence. But some family legacies are worth fighting for, and in Thornwick Hollow, the hunted might just become the hunter when the crimson eclipse rises and old debts written in blood come due.

I just landed my dream job on Wall Street, but the celebratory champagne came with a bizarre side effect. I can suddenly see the exact probability of someone killing me floating above their heads. My parents? 5% and 70%. The fiancé I ran to for safety? A blood-red 100%.

I came across a viral local post while scrolling through my phone.

LIVE: My fiancée is cheating on me. I’m in her house right now. Should I end her for good?

When I tapped into the post, what I read made the blood in my veins turn to ice in an instant.

I put a monitoring app on her phone. I’ve been listening for almost two weeks, and every single day she’s on the line with some random guy, flirting and talking dirty. She says yes to marrying me to my face, but she’s been cuckolding me behind my back. Tell me, bros—does this bitch deserve to die?

The comment section below had completely spiraled out of control. Hundreds of replies were all outright egging him on, not a single person telling him to stop. Every line oozed with the vicious glee of people who lived for drama and cared nothing for the consequences.

Hell yeah she does. You got cucked this hard, why keep her around?
Bro, stop all talk and no action. Go live, we’ll send you gifts. Rape her first, then kill her if you’ve got the balls.
You in Haicheng? Drop the address. Me and the boys will come over and help you out. My fists are itching for a fight anyway.
Pfft, and I thought you were tough. You’re already in her house and still dragging your feet? I bet you don’t even have the guts to kill a dog.

My fingers were shaking violently. Driven by a sick, twisting dread, I tapped into the poster’s profile—and with just one glance, every hair on my body stood on end.

This account belonged to Xiao Ming, the blind date my relatives had forced on me when I went home for the Lunar New Year.

His entire profile was filled with posts about me, spanning a full two weeks, starting the very day we’d met for that blind date.

He’d taken secret photos of me, paired with captions full of disgusting, delusional ramblings:

My fiancée went on a date with me today. She wore a white blouse with the neckline open so low, it’s obvious she was trying to seduce me.
She told me she works the front desk at a hotel. That’s her way of hinting I should take her to a room for the night. All women say one thing and mean another.
She says she has a boyfriend, but it’s just playing hard to get. She’s been dying to marry me this whole time.

But I’d said it loud and clear, right in front of the matchmaker, on the very day of that blind date: I’d been in a committed relationship with my boyfriend for three years.

That blind date was nothing more than a way to appease my family. I’d been polite but distant the entire time, and I hadn’t even accepted a single glass of water from him.

As for that nonsense about a hotel room? It was complete and utter garbage. I’d only casually mentioned that my job was working the front desk at a hotel, nothing more.

Just as a bone-deep chill washed over me, the post refreshed. A new line had been added to the main post, timestamped just three seconds earlier:

Truth is, I’m hiding in her house right now. She’s lying in bed scrolling through her phone, and she has no idea she’s already dead meat.

The very second that line finished loading, a clear, soft rustle of fabric came from the wardrobe right behind me.

I had been Lucan Ferretti's wife for five years. I had also been the woman who took a bullet meant for him.
Four years of fertility treatments. Four years of empty rooms where a nursery should have been. Then, the day I finally get a positive test, I find something else: two secret sons, funded by my husband's money, waiting in a house I was never supposed to find.
Their names? The ones Lucan and I picked out together, years ago, in a hospital parking lot.
That night, I sat alone with the positive test still in my hand, memorizing the names he'd already given to someone else's sons.
I could have confronted him. I could have screamed, thrown things, demanded a divorce.
Instead, I find a text message. His mistress has already ordered a hit — on me, timed for our anniversary, dressed up to look like enemy retaliation.
She wants me dead before I can tell anyone I'm carrying his child.
Fine.
She can have exactly what she asked for.

Keira Del Carlo sold her virginity in the auction to save her mother and a billionaire bought her for more than 4 million dollars. Her life turned upside down when she signed the papers that the billionaire gave to her that night after she gave up her innocence.

Alessandro De Alegre was a vicious billionaire when it comes to business. But behind that merciless attitude, there's a soft spot that only meant for her.

He has been searching for his first love for a very long time until he found a lead that she's in an auction. He took advantage of it to have her back and made her sign the marriage contract while she's not herself. She didn’t even recognize him, and that’s when he found out that her memories with him had been erased.

All her time with him, he gave her everything including the Golden Age Entertainment that should belong to her. She lives with him without knowing that she's married to him the night he took her innocence and imprisoned her in his villa. She lives thinking that she’s the mistress.

He just regarded me, I suddenly felt self-conscious. What does he see me as now, did I change from the person he knew?

“Why am I still here, you just terminated my employment.” I broke the silence, for me, it was uncomfortable to stay under his dark gaze.

“I dismissed you from that job because you will be my personal assistant now.” He said. I stare at him like he has lost his mind, personal assistant?

Why would that be me, considering our past it will be awkward between us to work directly together?

“You are kidding, right?” He must be kidding because been his personal assistant? What for? I have planned out how I was going to survive in this company, by staying out of each other way and not crossing parts.

Only for him to wake up this morning and decide that should be his personal assistant.

“Am I?” No, he doesn't look like he's kidding. His expression is as serious as that of an ugly rock.

On the day I gave birth to my daughter, Iris, my husband Hollis pushed open the hospital room door, dragging a four-year-old boy by the arm. Eyes red and welling with tears, he said, "Look who I brought home."
My mother-in-law wept tears of joy. My son, Felix—who supposedly died in the winery fire five months ago—had returned "from the dead."
The whole room was crying over this miracle, but my blood ran cold: since the second he walked through that door, Hollis hadn't spared a single glance at our newborn daughter.
I secretly collected a DNA sample from the boy and sent it for expedited testing. The results confirmed it: this wasn't my son at all. He was Hollis’s illegitimate child with another woman.
That same night, I pulled up the nursery's hidden camera footage and watched with my own eyes as this man injected poison into Iris’s breast milk. Soon after, he brazenly moved his mistress—my personal assistant—into my home.
A towering wave of hatred consumed me. I swore I would make them pay in blood...

Noah, usually inseparable from his father, had spent the entire week insisting that only I take him camping. His declared mission: mastering "real survival skills"—a not-so-subtle jab at his dad's preference for cushy glamping.
Liam played along, hamming it up as he swung our son goodbye. But beneath the teasing jealousy, something felt off. He packed the trunk too fast. Checked the gas without being asked. Almost assembly-line efficiency.
And that line about a last-minute client flying in from Chicago? Didn't sound like bad luck. Sounded like an excuse.
All week, he never pushed back. Just quietly, almost eagerly, waited for us to leave.
I figured he wanted the house to himself: scotch, cigars, silence.
Then the call came—and I got it.
He hadn’t cleared the house for peace and quiet.
He’d cleared it for her.

Married for five years, my husband, Reid, constantly played the poverty card. He’d blame crashing company revenues, claiming we couldn't even afford to upgrade to a house with a small yard. His favorite excuse was that we had to subsidize his chronically ill, adopted sister, Vivienne.
Yet, he frequently went out late at night, his phone practically glued to his hand. I suspected he was having an affair, but I couldn't find a single shred of evidence.
So, for our fifth anniversary, I gifted him a custom leather belt with a micro-GPS tracker hidden inside.
At 2:00 AM, the tracker pinned him at a private suburban farm—while he claimed to be pulling an all-nighter at the office.
Furious, I drove out to the middle of nowhere, my head full of scenarios where I’d catch him in bed with another woman. But when I arrived, the entire farm was locked down by the police.
A grim-faced detective stopped me and asked coldly, "Ma'am, are you the family of the deceased?"

Nora Bellamy has spent three years being nobody, good at her job, quiet at the parties, invisible to anyone who might remember the girl who supposedly drowned off the Maine coast. Then her new boss calls her into his office, shuts the door, and says the name she buried: Josephine Whitlock. Emory Sutter doesn't call the police. He wants something worse, a public engagement, in front of the one man who destroyed both their families and is coming to finish it. Nora agrees because the alternative is a bullet. She doesn't expect to fall for the lie. She really doesn't expect the lie to already have a bride.