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“This contains herbs commonly used by witches to tamper with bonds—to forge or conceal them.”

“Lies!” my voice cracked. “It’s just an aphrodisiac! Luna Lisa gave it to me!”

The crowd roared with laughter, the sound cruel and mocking.

Liam’s gaze bore into me, his disappointment cutting deeper than any blade. “So now you’re blaming the Mother Luna?”

I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. “No! She gave them to help me. Please, call her. She’ll explain!”

“Enough!” Liam’s voice boomed, silencing the room.

“I almost made the mistake of crowning someone as ungrateful and spiteful as you my Luna.”

I watched as he moved closer to the girl, the imposter, his attitude becoming gentler as he assisted her in standing up.

“I apologize for all that you’ve suffered,” he said, his tone soothing. "I promise, I will get revenge for you."

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Start by rejecting her,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "Comsider it done."

"Please, Liam, don't do this." I pleaded as he turned back to me, his expression hardening once more.

“I, Alpha Liam, Alpha of the Lycan pack, reject you, Nina Hawthorne, as my mate and Luna.”

Agony pierced me, burning and relentless. I fell to my knees, holding my chest as tears shook my body.

Liam didn’t look at me as he placed a crown on the imposter, finishing it with a kiss.

The sight burned into me, each second carving a deeper wound in my soul.

As the crowd cheered, I made a vow, silent and cold.

I will make her pay.

“I have wanted so long for this.” He says as he then slides my underwear off and sticks his finger inside of me, keeping his eyes on me. “You are so beautiful Jaycee.” He breathed out causing his hot breath to snake over my naked body. He leans his face towards my breasts and taking one into his mouth began to suck on it.
“Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ricco don’t you dare stop.” I breathed out.
“What if I want to do this?” He questioned as he then lowers his face to the entrance of my pussy. With a smirk he began to lick and suck on my clit, with a devilish smile he then enters his tongue into my pussy probing around in the most delightful way.
“Oh yes, pleases continue!!! I yell out beside myself in pleasure.
“Now for what I have been waiting the most for.” He says this as he hovers over me again lining his cock even with the entrance to my pussy, then with the most lustful look that I have ever seen on anyone’s face he plunges into me hard and deep making moan out. Because at this point I am at a total loss for words. He then pulls out only to slam into me again this time he yelled. ‘COME FOR ME BABY!!!!” And I did at the exact same time Ricco did.

All Ava ever wanted was a love that lasts, a good guy who'd hold the door, a guy who shows how much he loves her, and sees their future together through her eyes.

But when she got entangled in a web of lies, manipulations, and dangerous toxicity from her lover, she's forced to flee down to her small home town out of fear, a place where she believed he would never find her.

What happens when she overhears a scuffle outside her apartment, someone threatening a victim to pay off some certain debts?

She peeks through her door, and accidentally catches the deadly eyes of Jaxon Cross, her tattooed neighbor nextdoor...

Ava's life became darker, dangerous and far more complicated than she ever imagined.

Because sometimes, the real danger isn’t the man you escaped... It’s the one living next door.

TEASER~

"You really want to make it up to me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I hesitated. "Maybe…?"

His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he murmured, "Maybe a good fuck would bright up my day, and put me in a good mood, Bambi."

TRIGGER WARNINGS: R/18, Stalking, Obsession, Explicit Violence and Intimacy. Readers discretion is advised.

When a mysterious merman washes ashore, injured and without memory, he is discovered by Cleo, a whimsical woman raised on tales of sea folk, shipwrecks, and magical beings. At first, she wonders if the figure is driftwood, but the flicker of a teal tail and the human face beneath the sand tell her otherwise. Cleo’s curiosity and compassion drive her to care for him, binding his wounds, helping him adjust to a strange new world, and uncovering glimpses of his lost identity.

As the days pass, a tentative bond grows between them, built on trust, gentle touches, shared stories, and small discoveries. Cleo introduces him to human life, clothing, and food, while he discovers his legs, his strength, and the unusual resilience of his body. Through her grandmother’s tales and old diaries, he learns of magical beings, water spirits, and the rare concept of a “mate” a bond that transcends species, worlds, and time.

Amid healing and exploration, both realize their connection is deeper than mere circumstance. Love, trust, and destiny intertwine as they navigate the boundary between land and sea, magic and reality, memory and discovery. Their journey is one of wonder, transformation, and the undeniable pull of fate, a story of a lost soul found, and the human heart awakened by the extraordinary.

He was once an elite operative, "Raven." Now he's searching for redemption in a small-town library.

A seven-year-old girl named Amy utters a single word—"Kyle"—and just like that, he can't outrun his past anymore.

A list. A conspiracy. Assassins. Enemies inside the Capitol are closing in from all sides. To protect her, he has to step back into the darkness—but this time, he's not fighting alone.

Someone is waiting for me to come home.

She carries the last dragon's heart. He carries none at all.

Elysia is the last Dragon Keeper — a human-raised girl with a fallen angel's blood and a destiny she never asked for. When the Daggers, a ruthless human gang, hunt her and Azira, the last female dragon, Elysia flees to the one kingdom no mortal dares enter: Valkeryth, realm of the Vampire King.

Vexhalis Severain is no ordinary vampire. Half-demon, son of the Infernal King, he has no heart — literally carved from his chest by his own mother in a ritual of betrayal when he was nine. He lives on borrowed time, emotionless and cold, ruling a kingdom of ice and shadow. When Elysia arrives with her dragon, demanding sanctuary, he sees only a bargaining chip. She will be his Blood Mistress — or she will be wolf-bait.

But Elysia is not what she seems. The dragon heart in her chest protects her from the hollowed witches who seek to break her. The egg Azira laid in secret becomes the catalyst for a war between shadows. And Vexhalis, who has felt nothing for decades, begins to feel something — a dangerous, illogical pull toward the girl with hazel eyes and a grief that mirrors his own.

As they hunt for the stolen egg, rescue a captive male dragon, and unravel the conspiracy of the hollowed witches, Elysia's true nature awakens: black-and-white wings tearing from her back, a heritage she never knew, and a love that defies heaven and hell. But Vexhalis's borrowed time runs out at the worst possible moment — mid-battle, mid-love, mid-hope. He dies. He trades his memory of her to return. And Elysia must make him fall in love with her all over again.

Icy rain soaked the stone steps of the orphanage. Chloe opened her eyes from the agony of death—and found herself five years old again.

Three years before the Sterling family would come to claim her.

In her past life, she had thought finding her biological father was salvation. She was wrong. It was hell.

Mia, the Sterling family's shining adopted daughter, had taken everything that should have been hers.

Her father's cold indifference. The cruelty of the elite. The endless humiliation that finally dragged her into the abyss.

"You're not even worth the dirt on Mia's shoes."

Those words had become her dying curse.

Now, reborn with a debt of blood and vengeance, she is determined to rewrite her fate.
All she wants is a quiet, ordinary family and a life far from the Sterlings. But when she sets her sights on a weary man in a worn trench coat—a man who looks like nothing more than a tired working-class father—

she stumbles into a secret far darker than she imagined:

Mia's real parents were murdered by Parecesis himself.

Chloe is no longer the broken girl drowning in the mud. She is the blade in the dark.

She will make them pay. Every debt. Every drop of blood.

She will drag Mia from her gilded throne and force her to face the truth:

she was never a daughter. She was a replacement.

And Chloe will tear the Sterling family's mask to pieces—with her own hands.

When tattoo artist Elise walks into a darkened apartment to ink a mafia don, she has one goal: seduce the most dangerous man in the city to fuel her revenge. But Victor isn't just her client—he's also her boyfriend's uncle, a man who moves between the Church and organized crime with lethal grace. As Elise plays a deadly game of deception, juggling Liam's possessive control and Victor's darkening obsession, she discovers the rose tattoo she's been searching for nine years—the mark of her parents' killer—may be closer than she ever imagined. When Victor demands she leave Liam or face the limits of his patience, Elise must choose: the man who saved her at thirteen, or the monster who might destroy her... or set her free.

I was sitting on my knees with my hands on my legs open. I was waiting naked for Sir in the middle of the room. When Sir came out of the bathroom, he was so happy with me which made me happy in return. Sir told me to thank him for what he was going to do with me tonight and I knew what that meant I mean I have played with a few Dominants in my time at the club. I unbuckled Sir’s trousers and unzip his zip when his pants fell down his dick was right in my face. Clearly Sir didn’t wear underwear. I sucked Sir to the best of my ability I could feel he was holding himself back I was sure he wanted to grab my head and fuck my face but clearly Sir had a lot of self-control. When he had enough, he helped me to my feet and walked me over to the St. Andrew’s cross where he bonded my arms and my legs. I loved the St. Andrew’s cross especially if I get flogged and that was exactly what Sir had in mind tonight. I told him my safe word which was Cupcake. Sir was surprised by the safe word but everything does have meaning in my life. He started to flog me it felt like heaven the flogger over my body. But Sir didn’t stop there he will flog me until my back is nice and warm then he will push his naked body against mine kissing me in my neck and biting my ear. He made me so horny. Then he will stop and start the flogging all over again, just harder every time. He played with my pussy and pushed me to the edge where I just wanted to fall over and cum but he will stop and start everything for the start. At some point I was starting to feel drunk and dizzy I wasn’t use to that feeling that is when I used my safe word Cupcake …. Sir and I talked about everything and why I used my safe word I told him I don’t like feeling out of control he excepted it for now he said. Then we played further, Sir could fuck he was definitely an experienced Dominant that knew how to fuck your brains out he fucked me until I came at least a few times before I passed out. I was supposed to take a phone that Sir wanted me to have for aftercare but I was afraid I’ll fall in love with Sir so while Sir was still sleeping, I sneak out of the room and left the cellphone. When I got home, I was upset with myself because I would have loved to see Sir again but know he was gone. Gone and I have no idea if I will ever see him again….

A few nights after the event at the club where I met Sir, I went with my dad to a welcome home party for one of his friends that came back to Las Vegas. Since my mother and brother’s death I’m always my fathers plus one not that we are very close but I have to do what is expected of me. My father is a very rich and influential man which I try my best not to be. Tonight’s welcome home party was one of those I really didn’t want to go to. I mean he is an old friend of my dad what on earth will I do. I was standing with my back to the group when my father’s friend joined us. When he spoke, I was sure I knew that voice, as soon as I turned around and my father introduce us all that came out of my mouth was Sir?.........

Married to Declan Hargrove for three years, I kept my past locked away tight. I let no one near Greybell, and I never, ever mentioned the name Calloway.
Until Piper excitedly dug up the "incest scandal" between me and my own brother. The Hargrove family booked their flights that very night, vowing to fly to Greybell and tear my "white-trash" parents to shreds.
I knelt on the carpet, shaking and sobbing.
But hiding behind the curtain of my long hair, no one saw the truth. I wasn’t begging for my own life.
I was begging for theirs.
Because my brother, Reid, had already gotten the news. He was in Greybell right now, preparing an unforgettable "feast" for our arrogant guests.

At the auction, when Anna’s painting was sold for the highest price of the night, I died in a dim underground studio.

No one knew that the painting had stolen my inspiration.

I was the most talented painter in the Hale family, yet I lived forever in my sister’s shadow — only because our paintings always ended up strangely similar.

At first, people said it was the bond between sisters.
Later, after my sister stole my paintings and exhibited them first, I became the so-called thief who plagiarized her works, while Anna turned into a celebrated, sought-after painter.

“Hard work really is more reliable than talent.” That was what people loved to say.

Before the auction, my family locked me away in the studio.
“Don’t ruin Anna’s big night.”

My sister Anna handed me a piece of bread.
“Little sister, have something to eat. When the auction’s over, we’ll go celebrate with a nice meal.”

“Look how kind your sister is — she still worries you’re hungry.”
Mother kicked me hard.

But she never knew Anna had poisoned the bread.
After just one bite, my skin broke out in rashes, I could barely breathe, and pain tore through every part of me.

Before I suffocated, I called my boyfriend Edd.
All I got was his cold scold:
“Lily, stop playing these cheap tricks!”

To the busy beep of the phone, I took my last breath.

When they came home triumphantly, thinking I was just being moody and refusing to join the celebration, they never knew I had stayed forever in that dark, quiet studio.

I never imagined, not even in my wildest dreams, that I was the daughter of an Alpha.
But when I was finally brought home, I realized my place had already been stolen—by another girl.
She hated me from the moment we met.
So, I gave my so-called parents two choices:
“If you want to keep her, then give me half a million dollars. After that, we’re done—you’ll never hear from me again.
But if you’re willing to get rid of Claire, I’ll stay.”

I died painfully after being sacrificed by my foster family.
Reborn, I walk away from their fake affection.
My true billionaire kin treat me as their priceless princess.
All those who once hurt me get what they deserve. A powerful, quiet tycoon stands firmly on my side, shielding me from all schemes and malice.

Seamus O'Sullivan, Don of the Irish Mafia, forged a custom gold crest ring to find the woman he’d met at that ball.

He decreed that whoever could wear it would become his bride.

We had all died trying to claim it.

I had already watched my stepsister starve herself to the bone to wear it, only to take a bullet to the head on her wedding night.

I'd seen my stepmother hack off her own finger to force it on, earning herself cement shoes at the bottom of the Atlantic.

By my third life, they pushed me out, and I slipped the ring on easily. I really thought I was his bride. But on our wedding night, when the Don kissed my inner thigh, he snapped—and smothered me with a pillow.

He forced it over my face. I thrashed and clawed, but he pinned me down.

"Why isn't it her?!" he roared through the feathers. "Where is she?!"

Now, I was awake again. The fourth lifetime.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

The five-year marriage turned out to be just a joke. Isabella Taylor gave everything she had, but all she got was a divorce agreement.
Three years later, Isabella returned to her hometown.
Michael Johnson who said he would never look at her in his life chased her every day.
At work, in life, even when Isabella was hanging clothes on the balcony, she could see his face.
“Mr. Johnson, what exactly do you want?”
“Ms. Taylor, are you considering getting back together?”

My name is Arthur, a bottom-tier financial drone relying on liver cirrhosis to survive on Wall Street. My greatest dream is to land a normal labor contract that includes weekends off and social security, but this is destined to be impossible.
Because my dad is a Primordial Vampire, my mom is an Alpha Werewolf, and my older brother is an Urban Legend Wraith.
When my tycoon boss, trying to save on severance pay, deployed over a hundred heavily-armed mercenaries to physically eliminate me, I had no choice but to blow the bone whistle my old man gave me...

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To the rest of the world, I was just a blue-collar "oil rig worker" battling the sun and storms at sea year-round.

But my true service record is locked deep in the Pentagon’s top-secret archives. Codename: "Ghost"—a specialist handling the military's deadliest black ops overseas.

The day my final mission ended, I pushed open my front door filled with anticipation, only to be greeted by a floor pooled with blood and smashed furniture.

An untouchable syndicate had beaten my wife black and blue and abducted my seven-year-old son, threatening to harvest him for the black-market organ trade.

Right now, safely holed up in a subterranean fortress, the arrogant syndicate boss is hiding behind multi-ton blast doors and dozens of hired guns, scoffing at the "cowardly" husband who only knew how to cry to the cops.

What they don't know is that, just a few minutes ago, I permanently shredded that disguise.

Let the hunt begin...

In order to get her family's love, she always pretended to be ugly and dumb. But instead of getting her family's attention, what she got was hatred and disgust.

What's more her family set her marriage, instead of her sister, to a cripple and impotent man.

On the day of her wedding, her own mother came to her and begged her. "Your sister deserves much better. You have to help her!"

Lost in despair, she agreed to meet her family's decision and married to her sister's fiancée.

On her wedding night, her husband looked at her and frowned, "You are too ugly."

So what do you think will happen when she marries to that man? Will she regret or there will be some miracle in her life?

Everyone said I was born a jinx.
On the day I was born, my family teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, and my father passed away.
That was why Mother and Bruce had hated me from the very start.
They loved only Anna.
On my eighteenth birthday, Anna drugged me, leaving me on the verge of being assaulted.
It was then that Nolan Black appeared — the business tycoon, my savior.
He publicly declared that I was his person, warning that anyone who dared to lay a hand on me would pay the price.
From then on, whenever Anna bullied me, he forced her to apologize.
Whenever Mother humiliated me, he silenced her.
Whenever Bruce mocked me, he ruined all his businesses.
I had never been treated so well before, and I fell completely for him.
Three months later, I walked down the aisle in a white wedding dress.
Nolan spoiled me rotten, making me the envy of the entire world.
Everything changed when I was nearing my due date.
On the way to a family dinner, my car brakes failed, and I crashed. I was moments away from losing my life when Frank intercepted my car in the nick of time, risking his own life to save mine.
Everyone in social circles envied me — I had a husband willing to burn himself to ashes for me.
But shortly before I gave birth, I tried to surprise them and accidentally overheard their conversation.
“Anne is the only compatible organ donor for Anna,” Bruce’s voice echoed in the ward. “Anna’s condition is getting worse. We can’t wait any longer!”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Frank lowered his voice tightly.
“But she’s about to give birth! Pregnant women cannot donate organs!”
“That’s exactly why we staged that car crash!”

Five years in hell, my beloved and best friend joined hands to push me into the abyss. The savior I trusted was actually a deadly fraud. Reborn from despair, Vito came through the light. I tore apart the scumbag and the evil woman, settled all debts, broke free from the shadow, stepped into the light, and lived the rest of my life only for myself.

My five-year-old son had never hugged me first.

Whenever I reached for him, Ian stepped back, lowered his eyes, and politely told me I could go.

I thought he didn’t want me.

Then, on the night I was supposed to die, a mysterious reader thread appeared on my phone.

Look at him pretending he doesn’t care.

He wants his mother to stay so badly—but if he gets too emotional, his wolf ears will appear.

I canceled dinner and crouched in front of him.

“I’m staying home tonight.”

Hope lit his face before he could hide it.

Then he asked the question that broke my heart.

“Only tonight?”

The folder slid across the table toward Hannah's husband. Sign here. Family helps family.

What the Whitfields never once thought to wonder was that the quiet daughter-in-law they'd spent four years bleeding had almost three million dollars they couldn't see.

She'd hidden it for one reason: to keep the only good man in that family from being turned into their wallet.

Now they wanted his signature. His house. His name on their debt.

They had spent a lifetime underestimating the quiet one.

They were about to learn what that costs.

Fourteen years ago, Isabella Winston died.

At least, that's what everyone believed.

One moment, she was trapped inside a sinking car beneath the icy waters of the Hudson River. The next, she woke up in her own bathtub and somehow fourteen years in the future.

Her husband is no longer the warm, easygoing man she remembers.

Her five-year-old son is now a nineteen-year-old stranger who looks at her with suspicion.

Her twins barely remember the mother they lost—one forever chasing affection, the other keeping the entire world at arm's length.

And the family she left behind has become something broken, distant, and unrecognizable.

Now Isabella faces an impossible challenge: rebuilding a family that never truly recovered from losing her.

Fourteen years have left scars on everyone.

Unfortunately for those causing the damage, Isabella Winston has returned to set things right.

On our one-year anniversary, my husband Julian gifted me an antique ring.
Putting it on cost me everything.
I miscarried, grew paralyzed, and rapidly withered into a husk. And Julian? He convinced everyone that the trauma had simply driven a grieving mother insane.
Eventually, even I believed him.
It wasn’t until the moment of my murder that the truth finally clicked.
The ring wasn't a blessing; it was a parasitic siphon.
Then, I opened my eyes—
I was back at the anniversary dinner.

In the shadow of small-town whispers and a barren womb, Susan Hart faces the ultimate shame: three years married to Greg, no baby in sight. His weak seed confirmed by doctors, the family fortune hangs by a thread—no heir, no inheritance.

Desperate, she turns to the men who can deliver: rugged father-in-law Frank, with his grizzled stamina, and ripped brother-in-law Jake, Lily's fertile stud. What starts as a whispered plea in the bathroom escalates to raw kitchen poundings, warehouse fistings, and father-son tag-teams amid crates of grain.

"Family first," they growl, flooding her fertile depths. But Greg's rage simmers, Lily's suspicions sharpen, and Susan's body betrays her with shattering orgasms. One load could save her marriage—or shatter the Hart dynasty forever.

Will the breeding pact bind them in ecstasy... or bury them in scandal?

When my parents and my fiancé Gilbert asked me once again to donate my kidney to my cousin Yvonne, who was hospitalized with kidney failure, I didn't cry or scream.

I simply said one word: "Okay."

My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.

Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.

Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."

Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."

Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"

What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.

As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:

If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?

A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

She rushed home late at night to celebrate her husband's birthday — only to find him with another woman.
"Daddy, when are you and Mommy getting a divorce?" her son asked, innocent and cruel all at once. "I want Auntie to be my new mommy."
She thought of the divorce papers she'd found the day before. Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and dialed her boss.
"I'll join the OriginWorld research program. But I have one condition..."
Months later, she stood at the podium as a national-level AI research consultant, delivering a keynote lecture.
And there, in the audience, sat her ex-husband — staring up at her, utterly stunned.

Tracy's life shatters the day her sister asks her to deliver a simple package.She never reaches her destination.Instead, she wakes up bound inside a van with ten other terrified women, on her way to be sold. But before she was taken, Tracy had a dream she can't forget. As her dying mother faded into darkness, she whispered one chilling warning:Never trust your father.Sold into the household of one of the country's most powerful billionaire families, Tracy is forced to work as a maid inside a mansion where every smile hides an agenda and every locked door conceals another secret. The family who bought her seems to know far more about her than they should—and the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes her kidnapping was never random.Caught between two enigmatic billionaire brothers, dangerous family secrets, and a conspiracy that reaches back to her mother's death, Tracy must uncover who betrayed her before she becomes the next victim.Because someone has been waiting for her all along.And if her mother's final warning is true, the most dangerous person in Tracy's life isn't inside the mansion...It's the man she's called Father her entire life.

"Help! Somebody help me! Julian is trying to kill my baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs, bursting into my gender reveal party.

Just minutes ago, Julian was my perfect, doting husband. Then he opens my unborn baby's genetic screening report. The unadulterated ferocity and revulsion simmering in his eyes makes my entire body shake. He grips my arm, demanding I terminate the pregnancy.

I already died once because of that piece of paper. In my past life, they dragged me to a freezing lab, pumped me full of drugs, and murdered my child before locking me in an asylum.

This time, I hide behind the guests. But my parents storm in. After seeing the report, instead of saving me, Dad kicks me squarely in the stomach.

"You shameless little whore," he spits.

They are about to drag me out the back door when two police officers step through the glass doors. The cop hands me the confiscated report.

I look down at the printed words... and finally understand.

Three months after being reunited with the Harrington family, I won £5 million in the lottery.

Then, they kicked me out of the house.

My father, my mother, and that imposter brother—three swindlers—fabricated an apocalyptic lie and used a so-called "heirloom" to steal my lottery ticket.

They didn't know that the end times really were coming.

Unbeknownst to them, the true power of that wristband was—item duplication.

Little did they know, I was the one who had truly been reborn from the apocalypse.

In my past life, they used me as bait, letting me be torn to pieces by the infected.

In this life, 5 million pounds? Go ahead and squander it.

I want to watch them struggle in despair and die in fear.

And I will have unlimited resources at my disposal, on this wasteland—

The car crash six months ago destroyed my body. I survive the agony only through the painkillers prescribed by my brother, Fletcher.
While shopping for my wedding dress, I simply swallowed a pill on schedule. My mother responded with a slap that made me spit blood. My father stormed in and kicked my ribs in without asking a single question.
I fled crying to my brother, only for him to grab me in disgust: "You are a disgrace to this family."
I called my fiancé. He rushed to the scene, took one look at the pill, and called the cops without hesitation: "The engagement is off. She makes me sick."
In just a few hours, I went from a bride-to-be to a death row inmate.
But as the gavel fell, I saw our family maid calmly swallow the exact same pill from the gallery…
I lunged at the railing, screaming at the judge. He leaned down, a chilling smile spreading across his face: "Linnea, this is all because…"

For six years, I sold my body to underground clinics as a human lab rat to cure my son's heart failure and pay off my husband's debts.

Today, my biological brother kicked away the medicine I bought with half my life.

"Lucas was never sick. We faked the medical records to teach you a lesson for upsetting Virginia."

My husband coldly chimed in:

"I never went bankrupt either."

Even the son I bled to birth stabbed my arm, screaming, "A bloody monster like you doesn't deserve to be my mom!"

I finally realized my entire life was a meticulously crafted scam.

With my organs rapidly failing and only ten days left to live, I stepped onto the edge of the balcony.

"You're right," I smiled at my husband and brother, watching the color completely drain from their faces. "Six years of my life isn't enough to apologize to her."

"So I'll pay you with my corpse."

In my last life, my younger brother made a contract with an S-rank ghost, but it turned out to be completely useless, while I contracted a B-rank ghost, the Starving Ghost, which could not only devour monsters but also consume other awakened humans' ghost servants to evolve.
Under my protection, my family went from scavenging for scraps to living in a luxury mansion inside the government safe zone.
But on the eve of a ghost tide attack, I was prepared to stay behind and defend the base while sending my parents, my sister, and my younger brother away first.
Instead, they killed me, all to take my Starving Ghost so they could have an easier time surviving on the road.
After I died, they didn't even have time to tame the Starving Ghost before it devoured every one of them.
When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the day we formed our ghost contracts, and this time, my younger brother chose the Starving Ghost.

My little sister and I each bear a Heart-Seed Mark etched into our chests.
Inside each seed grow Heartbeat Petals—currency that can trade for anything under the boughs of The Heart-Root, the ancient devouring tree.
At eight years old, I plucked one petal to cure Mom’s terminal cancer.
At ten, I tore out another to mend my older brother’s shattered bones after his brutal fight.
At twenty-four, I sacrificed my third and final petal to wake my husband’s sister from a car-crash-induced vegetative state.
Now, two disasters struck at once: my father died in a horrific car wreck, and my husband’s mistress lost their unborn baby.
Both sides of my family flocked to The Heart-Root, all fixated on stealing my petals for their own wishes.
I tried to step aside and let my younger sister go first to make the trade, but Mom shoved me hard.
“Every bit of love we’ve poured into you these years, every petal came from us! You’d really hold out and refuse to save your own father? Ungrateful girl!” my mom snapped.
My husband’s mom cut in sharp as a knife: “A good wife knows her place. It’s your duty to bring that baby back for your husband. If only you’d given him a son yourself.”
They tied me tight to the tree trunk. I watched a girl standing nearby get torn apart by black, writhing vines when she had no petals left—her flesh dissolved straight into the tree’s roots to feed it.
But my Heart-Seed didn’t have a single petal left either...

I’m Scarlett, the last true revival tattoo artist, capable of defying death with my cursed ink—for a brutal price. I lost everything saving my fiancé Hunter in my past life, only to be betrayed and killed by him .

Reborn when Hunter dies again, I refuse to sacrifice myself for my murderers. In an unthinkable twist, the powerless fraud Wendy resurrects Hunter, winning universal praise while I’m branded cold. Only I know the truth: he is not alive. He is a decaying, cursed corpse. I gamble everything for revenge and resurrect the only man who once saved me.

But tampering with death twice stirs a fatal, unspoken curse.

This is a three-book series.

Book 1 - Healing Broken Hearts - Anushka is a single mother and CEO of a profitable acquisitions firm. The last thing on her mind is getting involved with a man when her last relationship was filled with abuse and lies. However, when she and her daughter, Dakota, go on vacation, they meet Jordan on the beach, and her plans begin to waver. Once secrets are uncovered, Anushka and her daughter may become targets of people they have never met. Will Jordan be able to show Anushka and Dakota that love can mend even the most shattered of hearts, or will they be torn apart before they have a chance at love?

Book 2 - Dakota - When someone close to Dakota is murdered while protecting her, she vows to get revenge. She confronts the man who her family believes is responsible, and she’s faced with the reality that things may not be what they seem. To complicate matters, a man comes into her life and wants to turn her world upside down. Can she have love, revenge, and an alliance with those who she thought were enemies, or will her world come crashing down when someone she trusts betrays her?

Book 3 - Dakota: Loyalty - Dakota has been tested by those she loves and by her enemies, but one thing has remained constant through it all: loyalty. She values loyalty above all else because she believes those who are loyal will have her back when she needs it. Throughout this story, her love, strength, and resilience will be tested time and again. She doesn't know who is on her side or who is on the side of her enemies. Will she survive, or will she sacrifice herself to save those she loves?

Make a delivery, get in, and get out. It seemed simple, but how could I know that I would meet the hottest guy ever? Just one look at him made my body shiver in anticipation and my heart race.

On the third day after the Ice Age began on Earth, the temperature plummeted to minus fifty degrees Celsius, and human civilization disintegrated in the extreme cold.

My name is Anson, an ordinary convenience store clerk. After the apocalypse broke out, I risked my life to drive to pick up my mother-in-law Martha and her family and take them to a shelter.

Along the way, I unexpectedly discovered a large supermarket with abundant supplies, and I collected supplies with my wife Erin, mother-in-law Martha, father-in-law George, and brother-in-law Tom.

Just as we were about to leave with two trucks full of life-saving supplies, my mother-in-law, Martha, tricked me into going deep into the warehouse to move some goods. Then they locked the iron gate and drove away, leaving me to die in the supermarket surrounded by icy beasts.

In that moment of despair and waiting for death, the [Ice Fishing System] activated in my mind...

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...