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Ever since Her Majesty the Queen fell gravely ill, the entire dragon realm had been teetering on the brink of collapse.
In that precarious moment, it was I who held the throne together, heartbroken yet unyielding.
I depleted my magic without reservation to repair the realm's protective barriers, working through endless nights to brew life-sustaining elixirs for the Queen.
Yet when the Dragon Legion finally drove back the abyssal demons, what awaited me wasn't victory—it was a fatal blade.
My magic was shredded apart. The soul core in my chest was ripped out by a pair of familiar hands.
In my final moments, I saw the face of the one holding the knife.
My newly wedded husband, Drystan.
And beside him, pulled tight against his chest, was my half-sister Vespera.
"You're brilliant, Vespera." Drystan turned the faintly glowing core over in his palm. "A single forged love letter, and this fool willingly died defending our dying realm. Now even her core is mine."
Vespera nestled against him, emerald eyes glittering with greed. "Once you absorb this power, we'll return to the throne together. You'll still be the Empire's Crown Prince, and I'll wear the Crown Princess's coronet. As is only right."
Amid this sickening pledge of betrayal, I drew my last breath.
When I opened my eyes again, cold gray stone vaulting stared back at me.
I had returned to the day news of Drystan's death in battle reached the capital.
One glance toward the corner of the great hall told me everything.
That man stood there wearing a cold iron mask, posing as my dear sister Vespera's sworn personal knight.
You want to drain me dry? Steal my soul core?
Dream on.

Five years after fleeing Manhattan, Evelyn Valentine has survived things that would break most people — and become something that would frighten them. Now her husband is dead, and his funeral has drawn her back to the city she once escaped, back into a life she thought she had sealed shut behind her.

But the past refuses to stay buried.

Adrian Winthrop — her late husband's son, the man whose forbidden devotion once drove her out of the only home she had known — has come back. Every stolen glance between stepmother and stepson is a betrayal. Every moment of proximity crosses a line that could unravel them both. He offers her something she has no right to want: a future built on more than grief and silence.

At the funeral, she encounters Julian Russell — mercenary king and beautiful predator — who sees straight through her widow's composure to everything she has spent years trying to hide. He doesn't want to save her. He wants to own her, and he has never once failed to take what he decides is his.

Torn between the forbidden love she was never supposed to feel and the dangerous obsession closing in around her, Evelyn must choose: grieve the life she lost and disappear, or risk the one thing she never learned to protect — her own heart.

Will she find a way to want something worth living for, or will the past finally collect what it is owed?

In Nocturne Haven, widowhood is not a status.
It is a sentence.
The moment a husband dies, the bells toll and the Collectors come.
By law, a widow ceases to be human.
She becomes property….branded, displayed, sold before the next sunrise.
Samantha Vail never believed the old stories.
Until her husband’s blood soaked her wedding gown and the city condemned her in a single midnight chime.
Now she stands on the block in the House of Ashes and the sanctuary, the last lot of the Night of Claiming, and the highest bid belongs to Kane Draven: the man every shadow fears.
He didn’t come for a widow.
He came for a debt.
Yet one look at the woman who refuses to lower her eyes,and something long dead inside him stirs.
He claims her for vengeance.
He keeps her for desire.
He will lose her to the only law stronger than his own:
in Nocturne Haven, loving what you bought is punishable by death.
A dark, intoxicating romance about possession, power, and the one curse no one saw coming…..the moment a monster falls in love with the only thing he was never meant to touch.

It would be beyond shameful… I slept with my sister's fiancé on the very day my husband died.
"Tell me, princess." Matt shoves my panties aside, sliding a finger inside, and I gasp. "How long you've been wishing for my dick?"
"Just get this over with. I need to get out of here," I say flatly.
In an instant, he bends me over, forcing my back to arch. He shoves my panties aside roughly, like my words have fueled his rage.
His hand wraps around my neck, squeezing firmly as he slams into me without warning.
"God—!" A loud gasp tears through the room, and I try to fight it but it is too late.
Pain and pleasure explode hot between my legs.
I hate how my walls clench around him—like they want more.
"Greedy cunt." He smacks my ass hard. "Look how it swallows my dick."
He pulls back, then drives into me once more, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing through the room.
"I can tell from the way your pussy swallows my dick… so hungry for more."
I shake my head, teeth gritting. "Go to hell—"
"Hmmm." He pauses for just a second before ramming into me again, his rhythm increasing. "I wish I could go to hell, princess… but as it stands, I'm going nowhere but inside this pussy."
"Now tell me how this dick feels inside you," he murmurs.
"Doesn't feel good," I lie, knowing it will rile him up.
But this time, the bait doesn't work.
Matt just laughs.
He slaps my ass twice in quick succession, each smack loud enough to make my eyes water.
Then he starts driving into me faster—brutal, punishing strokes that make my thighs tremble and my knees buckle.
"Beg for it… your sister Daisy begs for it every time I fuck her."
Jealousy fills my chest instantly. "Well, too bad I'm not Daisy. I'm Ashley," I bite back.
"Oh, I know exactly who you are," he says coldly. "Daisy's replacement. Nothing else."
"Just shut up and fuck me." I grit out, rage and jealousy rising in my chest.


At twenty-one, Ashley Knowles is forced into an arranged lavender marriage with the most feared biker president in California.
Twenty-four hours later, she's a widow.
Thrust into the ruthless world of the Sons of Chaos Motorcycle Club, Ashley inherits an empire of oil rigs, ranches, illegal dealings, and blood-soaked power she never wanted. But the club brothers don't bow to outsiders—especially not a girl who knows nothing about their world.
Three dangerous men circle her like wolves:
Matt —her dead sister's fiancé blames Ashley for the death of his fiancée and wants brutal personal revenge. He'll break her body to heal his grief.
Bran —her scarred brother-in-law craves slow, psychological payback for the high-school sin that scarred him forever and ruined his life. He'll take her body piece by piece until there's nothing left.
Ripper —the Vice President, protects her with fierce loyalty no one understands… but his devotion comes with secrets that could destroy them all.
Caught between these three men, Ashley must find a way to protect herself, because the Sons of Chaos don't share.

“Most people don’t. Hufflepuff is kind of the best-kept secret of Hogwarts. We’re loyal, kind, and we like to have fun—though don’t tell anyone in Slytherin, they’d never believe it.”

A shiver ran down Liora’s spine. She quickly looked away, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to focus on pouring herself a cup of pumpkin juice. “He’s… watching me again,” she muttered under her breath.

Ella leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Honestly? Don’t think about it too much. Slytherins have a way of noticing people… especially new students. But he’s not necessarily dangerous. Just… intense. Keep your wits about you.”

Liora nodded, though her curiosity flared instead of fading. She couldn’t explain why, but the sensation of being observed felt… magnetic, compelling. She felt drawn to him in a way that made her stomach twist with equal parts anxiety and fascination

"Sign the Brooklyn house over to Isla. I'll cover your tuition next semester."

Gabriel didn't look up. Just sat there in his leather chair like he was doing me a favor.

My mother grabbed my sleeve. "She has depression, Rachel. She just needs a studio. Why are you making this so hard?"

I looked at her, then at him. That house was the only thing my father left me when he died. The only thing. And my stepbrother was sitting in his leather chair, offering me a trade like it was nothing.

"That house is the only thing my father left me," I said. "You know that."

Gabriel finally looked up. "I know. Sign anyway."

My mother tightened her grip on my sleeve. I shook her off.

"Give me the pen."

I signed. Grabbed my suitcase — packed for three days — and walked out.

I had nowhere to go. I didn't care.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
FOR 18+ ONLY


Watching her fuck herself to the thought of me drove me insane. Like a creep, I stood beside her bed in my demon form so as to be invisible, I pumped my cock back and forth in my hand while I watched her two fingers plunge in and out of her beautiful, wet pussy.
"Yes! Spank my pussy Sir," she moaned, her imaginations running wild. As she quivered and came on her fingers, her essence rose up to meet me and I lost control of myself, cumming so hard.
"Boss?" My human secretary exclaimed.
"Shit!" I gasped, noticing that I was in human form.


Aria Morales was burdened by extreme badluck. It was so intense that she took bandages with her everywhere she went because she was always hitting her leg somewhere or sometimes falling face flat on the ground. Abandoned by her family, she struggles to finish college but no one would employ her because of her clumsiness. Unwanted, unlucky and frustrated, she decides to try one last time to changer luck.
Then she met Alaric Denver.
Alaric Denver is your every day Billionaire and owner of Legacy Empire but behind that facade is a demon; an incubus and the Prince of Hell. He was a sex demon but he only gave pleasure, barely ever receiving it. He's also a defect, half demon, half human so hell's energy was toxic to him. He had to live on earth and he fed on human desires and vices but it was never enough.
That was until he met Aria Morales

On the night of Reeve’s birthday, I drove to his family’s coastal estate with a premium ribeye and a bottle of Pinot Noir, ready to give him a romantic surprise.
But the rug was shifted three inches, and a single drop of dark blood hid in the floorboards. Before I could run, a gun barrel pressed against the back of my head.
The man was impeccably dressed and terrifyingly calm. Upstairs in my bathtub lay the corpse of his pregnant wife.
He ordered me to help him dispose of the body and cover up the crime. My only thought was to stall until my husband got home.
That is, until he spoke—and revealed the root of this massacre. Everything was my husband's fault.

For three years, Mara Ellis raised twins for a dead man.

Then the comments appeared in the air.

They said Caleb Ward was alive.

They said he was about to marry another woman.

They said Mara was only the abandoned side character who would show up too late.

Mara folded one more tiny shirt, looked at her sleeping children, and decided the story had never met a mother with overdue bills.

Damian vs Grace: aloof, handsome heir vs brave, soft‑looking girl who makes the first move.
They fall; a bad misunderstanding sends her overseas. He chases, crashes, forgets... Five years later, at a crowded crosswalk, their eyes lock—
"My heartbeat recognized you before I did."

On a stormy night, an intruder broke into the estate and slashed my husband's throat.
I didn't call the police. Instead, I grabbed the bleach and scrubbed away every trace the killer left behind.
The next morning, my mother-in-law dug her nails into my arm. "Tell them! Who murdered my son?!"
"Lady Cordelia, if you saw anything, now is the time to speak." The police captain stepped closer, his voice hard.
I met his gaze without blinking. "The thunder was loud last night. I took my sleeping pills and heard absolutely nothing."

"Give Lydia half your beast core blood—you owe our clan that much!"

Facing the man who wore my brother-in-law Arthur's face but carried my dead husband Carlisle's distinct scent, I didn't fight back. I let him drive the blade into my chest.

Three years married, and Carlisle died in the border beast surge. I'd tried to follow him in death so many times that grief had nearly bled me dry—only to catch him alive, faking his death so he could marry his precious sister-in-law under his brother's name.

To keep his cover, he stood by while his new woman degraded me, even forced me to sign a slave contract that stripped me of all dignity.

He thought I loved him too much to ever leave.

Until I drained every drop of blood that carried his mate bond and disappeared.

That's when this arrogant bastard finally lost it completely.

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue.
In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes.
The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar.
“Who are you?”
He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else.
And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently.
“Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat.
What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes.
He suddenly felt his knee went weak.
“What are you doing here?”

Avery Bennett has spent three years perfecting invisibility at Ridgemont Elite Academy. Scholarship student, plus-size coding genius, daughter of a housekeeper. She keeps her head down, aces every class, and builds apps at four in the morning because a tech company of her own is the only way out of the life she and her mother are barely holding together.
One night at the senior welcome party, Madison Thorne dismantles everything in ninety seconds. The video goes viral before Avery gets home. Four hundred thousand strangers decide what her body and her poverty say about her worth, and Avery wakes up the next morning with nothing left to hide behind.
Then her mother takes a live-in position at the Ryder estate and Avery moves into the last place on earth she wants to be. Jaxon Ryder's house. Campus king, star quarterback, the boy who watched her humiliation from ten feet away and called it an inconvenience.
Forced proximity turns into midnight kitchens and stolen silences and a boy who starts noticing things he was never supposed to notice. Jaxon falls first. Avery rebuilds herself from the ground up. And when he finally chooses her, she has to decide whether he deserves the person she became after he let her break.
Senior year was supposed to be survival. It becomes something else entirely.

Lily Calloway has one problem: she has no magic.
Three assessments. Three blank results. Three years of watching everyone around her move on without her.
Then a letter arrives with no stamp, no signature, and six words that stop her cold.
Your record is wrong. Come anyway.
Solaris Academy does not make mistakes. So when Lily walks through its gates as the girl with no detectable gift, she expects to be sent home within a week. What she does not expect is a secret courtyard, a guide with too many answers, and Ethan Cole — the top-ranked student in the intake — who cannot seem to look away from the girl everyone else has already overlooked.
When the Academy's ancient symbols split in two and choose them both on the same morning, everything changes.
Lily has a name. What she can do is rarer than anything Solaris has seen in forty years. And there are people inside these walls who have been waiting for her — just not in the way she hoped.
She has spent her whole life making herself small.
She is about to find out what happens when she stops.

Elise’s
Every time Damien speaks, I feel myself shrinking, waiting for the edge in his voice to turn cruel. But it never does. He is blunt, yes, but not in the way I have come to fear. He pushes, but not too hard, as if he knows I might break. That unsettles me more than his sharp grin or the way every girl on campus watches him walk by.
I keep telling myself he is dangerous, that his type will ruin me, but my body betrays me. My pulse stumbles when his hand brushes mine. My stomach twists when his attention lingers too long. And deep down, I am terrified of what will happen if I stop running from him. Because for the first time in years, part of me wonders what it would feel like to trust a man again.


His hot breath makes me sigh. “And I would like your cock.”
“Already?”
“Yes.”
“Careful, Paulina…” Adrian warns. “You are so tight.” He slides one thick finger inside me, and I shut my eyes as he adds another. I clench around them, and he breathes a low laugh. “My cock is much, much bigger than this. Do you think you can handle it?”
My answer is a breathless gasp. “Yes…” The truth is, I might actually die if I do not feel him inside me. I am pulsating with need. “Fuck me, Adrian.”
A dark, low chuckle rumbles from his chest.
His fingers slide deeper, finding a perfect, sensitive spot. He works me there, his touch slow and expert. It is not long before my breaths are coming in short, ragged pants.
“Ungh…” I moan. “That feels so good…”

Mia Villaruiz was abandoned by everyone she loved. Her family left, her friends turned away, and the boy she quietly adored ended up with someone else. Alone, she learned to survive, expecting nothing from anyone.

Then Liam Alcaraz appeared. Confident, magnetic, and impossible to ignore, he saw the girl no one else remembered.

When Mia agrees to a fake-relationship scheme, she finds herself at the center of Liam’s attention. Every glance and touch sparks a connection they cannot ignore. But jealous exes, family pressures, and high-society expectations threaten to pull them apart.

On the night before graduation, Liam faces a choice that could break them both or give them a chance at the love they never expected.

In the year 1900 things are fast changing; a new century equals a new beginning. Especially for the young Anne Spenbourne and her younger sister Wilma. But things become too heavy to bare for the 17 year old when her father passes and her evil Aunt Bertha gets everything in the will.

Anne is forced to live under Bertha's wing, answering to her at all times. When Anne's head is turned by the young dashing Sheldon, she must face some difficult life decisions of lust and success. But will her head be turned by somebody more suitable? Witness Anne, Wilma and Anne's best friend Mildred on their wild early 20th century adventures of romance, drama, tragedy and sorrow in a tale of widows and maidens. With tragedy and disgrace around every corner, will Anne get the fullfilling life that she deserves?

They pulled my husband Beckett’s car out of the Avery River at four in the morning.
I was sitting in the reception area of the Ardenvale police station, having waited all night. Everyone thought I was just the pathetic wife—the one who had been humiliated at her mother-in-law’s birthday banquet, went home early, and panicked when her husband never returned.
No one knew that from the moment I dialed 911, this was exactly the news I had been waiting for.
He was dead. And I was the one who made it happen.

ROYAL HILL HIGH ( High School Romance ) * * In a place in Korea( Seoul ),there's a school popularly known as ROYAL HILL HIGH, A very famous school consisted with the most smart and cute students,it's filled with about 5,000 students from all over the world. Entering this school is very hard . why?? Because the school is perfect,it has one of the biggest library in Korea ,the most stunning and adorable school,and has the most beautiful and accommodating buildings. Each students have their own lockers ,uniforms, and dorms. Only the smartest of the smarts can enter, And the richest among the rich. According to history,,Mr Jung who now owns the most popular hotel in the world also studied there, You have to stay until you finish your whole college life,( Unless for Summer or Session Break ) ………. Let's stop here. Note: The School is Mine So ,,who else wanna go into this novel with me???? Oya let's go

In a place in Korea( Seoul ),there's a school popularly known as ROYAL HILL HIGH, A very famous school consisted with the most smart and cute students,it's filled with about 5,000 students from all over the world. Entering this school is very hard . why?? Because the school is perfect,it has one of the biggest library in Korea ,the most stunning and adorable school,and has the most beautiful and accommodating buildings. Each students have their own lockers ,uniforms, and dorms. Only the smartest of the smarts can enter, And the richest among the rich. According to history,,Mr Jung who now owns the most popular hotel in the world also studied there, You have to stay until you finish your whole college life,( Unless for Summer or Session Break ) .......... Let's stop here. Note: The School is Mine ?? So ,,who else wanna go into this novel with me???? Oya let's go ????????

“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.

Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.

Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.

The Girl Named Echo
No one knew her name.
That was the only thing keeping her alive.
Bella lived in the shadows for a reason. In a world ruled by power, blood, and secrets, anonymity was her only protection. Until one mistake, one moment, puts her directly in the path of the most dangerous man she could have ever crossed.
Draco.
A mafia don who doesn’t ask. Doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t forgive.
He was never supposed to notice her.
He was never supposed to want her.
But once he does… there’s no turning back.
When her identity is exposed and her name starts spreading through the underworld like wildfire, Bella becomes a target overnight. And Draco? He doesn’t run from danger, he becomes it.
Now, anyone who says her name becomes a threat.
And Draco destroys threats.
What starts as protection turns into something darker. Possessive. Obsessive in a way neither of them can control.
Because in Draco’s world…
once he claims something
it’s his.
Forever.

Sophie is a half-breed and she's rejected by her mate, the powerful Alpha's son, Kieran. Humiliated and heartbroken, she vows never to return to the pack.
Years roll by, and Sophie embarks on a new life, determined to leave her painful past behind. Yet fate has other plans. In an unexpected twist, Sophie and Kieran's paths cross once more.
Kieran discovers that even though he's rejected her, he could never forget her.
Can a bond once shattered be pieced back together? Will a rejected mate find a way to reclaim what was lost? Dive into the world of "The Alpha's Rejected Girl" and explore the journey of love, redemption, and the unbreakable ties that bind these two hearts.

Warning: Mature Content ahead, enter at your own risk ;) *

Discover a world of danger and desire in ‘The Brotherhood.’ Amina Latif, sheltered her entire life, finds herself kidnapped on her first day at university in Moscow. Held captive by the Ivan,a trusted member of the powerful Brotherhood, their relationship takes an unexpected turn as love blossoms in the most unlikely circumstances.
Amidst the chaos of rival gangs and a desperate struggle for power, Amina Latif and Ivan connection deepens. But when The Ivan faces punishment and a tragic gang war erupts, their future hangs in the balance. Will their love withstand the tests of loyalty and violence?

He chose power over her. Now he’ll risk everything to get her back.

Eight years ago, Liam Alcaraz shattered Mia Villaruiz’s heart and walked away without looking back, leaving her with nothing but unanswered questions and the ghost of a love she once believed would last forever.

Now, he is one of the youngest and most powerful CEOs in the country.

And Mia is no longer the girl he left behind. She rose from being an outcast to becoming the top one of the bar exam, a brilliant corporate lawyer known for her sharp mind and unshakable confidence. Fearless. Untouchable. Unbreakable.

Until fate brings him back into her life. When Mia is assigned to handle Liam’s billion dollar empire, what should have been just another case turns into the greatest challenge of her career and her heart. Winning him as a client could make her the youngest partner in the firm.

But facing Liam again means facing everything she tried to forget. Because behind every argument lies a spark that refuses to die. Every glance carries the weight of the past. And every touch threatens to unravel them both.

Liam is determined to prove he is no longer the boy who broke her. But Mia is determined to show him she is no longer the girl he left behind.

But in a world ruled by power, pride, and dangerous desire, old wounds begin to bleed again, truths come to light, and the line between love and hate slowly disappears.

Some temptations are impossible to resist. And some hearts never truly let go.

When the deputy police chief is found dead in Innsmouth Harbor—naked, bearing a strange symbol, and arranged like a ritual sacrifice—Detective [Name] sees only a staged deception.
The victim’s wife seems too perfect, and his mistress is too eager to confess. Buried records reveal seven ignored distress calls.
Then, the autopsy reveals that the symbol was carved by two people.
Now, the wife’s gentle mask shatters.
The tide pulls back to reveal what’s been hidden all along.

Chloe faked a billionaire family name, Ethan betrayed the girl who saved his broken knee, and both stole Aria’s award-winning business model to climb Ivy League’s social ladder. They paraded on stage with her crystal trophy, calling her a poor, delusional stalker in front of thousands. What they didn’t know: the “poor girl” is the sole heir to Sterling’s trillion-dollar empire. One phone call brought lawyers, police, and a terrified university president to their knees. Every lie, every theft, every cruel word comes crashing down—hard.

I never thought of him this way before.

For years, James Reynolds was just my stepdad—the guy who raised me after my mom left when I was seven. He attended all my school events, taught me how to drive, and told my first boyfriend he'd better have me home by eleven or else.

But lately, something's changed. And it scares me.

"Anna! Hello? What are you getting James for his birthday?" Daisy waved her hand in front of my face while we walked through the fancy store.
"No idea," I said, touching some silk ties. "What do you buy someone who could buy this whole place now?"

Three months ago, James sold his tech company for billions. We went from regular people to super rich overnight. We moved from our normal house to a mansion. He traded his old car for a bunch of expensive ones worth more than my college tuition.

All this money changed everything—except the empty feeling from when my mom abandoned us. Money can't fix that. I wonder if anything can.

"Maybe get him cologne," Daisy suggested with a grin. "Guys like that. Or something extra fancy since he's a billionaire now?" She gave me a playful look.
"Stop it," I said too harshly.
Daisy looked surprised. "Wow, touchy much? I just meant some fancy designer stuff, not whatever you thought."

What's wrong with me lately? When people talk about James, I get all protective feelings I know I shouldn't have.

After finding out her boyfriend cheated on her, a distraught Emma went to have a one night stand with a sexy stranger at a bar. Little did she know, the handsome devil turned out to be the new art teacher at her school. Will Emma survive the school year under the possessive watchful eyes of Mr. Hayes? And was their brief eventful encounter worth risking everything? Could love really grow in such a dark place? Find out, in The Teacher's Girl.

After reuniting with her biological parents, Zoey became a well-known failure. She sucked up in college, picked up fights, and skipped classes daily. Moreover, her engagement with the Scotts was called off due to her chaotic private life! Everyone was expecting her self-destruction. But unexpectedly, she slapped them in the face! She had a Ph.D. and was a renowned scientist. She was a national chess champion, a genius investor, a martial arts legend... As these undeniable achievements were uncovered one by one, countless people pursued her.
Meanwhile, Mr. Phillips, the business legend who once treated her with disdain, panicked: That's my wife! Get out of the way!
Thank you to the readers for your ongoing support.
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I was born a girl — and immediately erased.

Raised as a boy.
Obedient to the last breath.

They had one final instruction:
transition, marry the woman they chose,
and disappear completely into the lie.

I refused.
So they killed me instead.

I died with a cursed pendant around my neck
and hatred in my heart.
That hatred broke the seal.
The gifts my bloodline had buried for generations —
I woke up with all of them.

To stay out of my parents' reach —
already hunting me down to finish what they started —
I stopped going home.
I moved into the school dormitory instead.
A boys' dormitory, specifically.

Four roommates.
I knew who they were.
I just didn't know them yet.

That changed.
So did other things.

The glances that linger a second too long.
The small, deliberate ways they find to stay close.

Casey Roosevelt has spent her entire life being second best. Second to her beautiful adoptive sister. Second to everyone else's dreams. Second to the family that took her in but never truly wanted her. While other students spend their college years making memories, Casey spends hers trying to survive. Between tutoring struggling students, singing at a downtown club for extra cash, and fighting to keep a roof over her head, she barely has time to breathe.
Love is the last thing on her mind. Chris Lewis is everything she isn't. The star hockey captain. Campus royalty. Future NHL player. The boy every girl wants. And the one boy Casey refuses to chase.
When Chris discovers he's on the verge of failing out of college and losing the hockey career he's worked his entire life for, the last person he expects to save him is Casey Roosevelt.
The quiet girl everyone overlooks. The girl who is far more than she seems. What starts as tutoring turns into friendship.
Friendship turns into a fake dating arrangement neither of them wants. And somewhere between late-night study sessions, jealous exes, hockey games, secret dreams, and stolen moments, pretending becomes dangerously real.
Because for the first time in her life, Casey has someone choosing her. And for the first time in his life, Chris has found something worth risking everything for.
But when the truth about Casey's past begins to surface and the people who hurt her realize they're losing control, Chris and Casey will have to decide whether love is enough to survive the secrets that could destroy them both.
He was supposed to hire a tutor.
He never expected to lose his heart.

At Varkaine Academy, humans do not belong.

So when Lyssara Quill walks through its black iron gates, every wolf on campus smells weakness.

They are wrong.

Chosen for reasons she does not understand, Lyssara is thrown into a ruthless elite academy where alpha heirs rule, power is worshipped, and one mistake can turn a girl into prey. Surrounded by rivals, tested by cruel traditions, and stalked by secrets older than the packs themselves, she has only one goal: survive long enough to leave.

Then the bonds begin.

The future alpha who watches her like a threat he wants to claim.
The brutal heir who taunts her until tension turns scorching.
The silver-eyed manipulator who circles her with patient hunger.
The dark outcast who looks at her like fate already made its choice.

Their wolves want her. Their enemies want her gone. And the power sleeping inside her is beginning to wake.

At Varkaine Academy, desire is a weapon. Blood remembers. And the girl everyone calls powerless may be the one thing capable of bringing the alphas to their knees……..

She’s a widow by day, a wild biker by night. Two ruthless men want her. Only one will own her in the end.

Carlotta Russo survived her marriage to the cruel Alpha Dante—now, at just eighteen, she’s a widow with scars and secrets. By daylight, she keeps her head down, playing the good girl everyone wants to break. But after dark, she becomes a legend on the city’s underground racetrack—leather-clad, fearless, riding her bike like she’s running from hell itself.

And hell is coming for her—twice.

Gabriel, the school’s dangerous king, wants her on her knees, desperate for his touch.
Paxton, the cocky, blue-eyed street racer, wants her screaming his name, begging for more.

They don’t just want her. They want to own her.

Tonight, the rules are simple—first to catch her, first to claim her. The loser walks away.
The winner gets Carlotta in his bed. All night. No limits.

“You want a taste, Gabriel?” Paxton smirks, eyes dark with hunger. “Beat me on the track. Winner takes her home.”
Gabriel’s grin is pure sin. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you forget you ever belonged to another man.”

Carlotta’s heart races almost as fast as her bike. She should run. She should fight. But every wicked promise, every hungry glance, makes her body ache for more.

In the dark, between burning engines and hotter hands, she’s the prize in a game that will break every rule—and maybe her.

Widow. Biker. Bad girl in the making.
Tonight, Carlotta will be claimed.
But when the sun comes up, who will she be calling Daddy?
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After we divorced, I went to a psychiatrist when I felt that I needed to be fixed. The doctor said it was called Stockholm Syndrome, the violence that had bound me for the past three years had to end immediately, but my ex-husband Andrew always chased me everywhere.

"You have no wolf."

In a world where your wolf determines your power, your rank, and your worth, those four words are a death sentence.

Vivienne Frost was born to inherit the most ancient Pack in the North. Silver wolf bloodline. Destined for power.

But on the night of her Awakening Ceremony, nothing answered.

Her father stopped seeing her as his daughter. She became a bargaining chip — traded into a political marriage with an Alpha she never chose.

So she runs.

Under a fake identity, Vivienne enters Thornfield Academy to uncover who is being groomed to replace her. But the most dangerous thing at Thornfield isn't the conspiracy.

It's Kael Thorne.

The most feared Alpha in the academy. A man raised to be a weapon, who has never let anyone close enough to see what that cost him.

Vivienne breaks that rule on day one.

She notices his scars. Challenges his dominance. Refuses to fear him.

And his wolf responds to her.

When danger closes in, Kael makes a choice no one expects — he marks her. Not because he trusts her. Because protecting her becomes the one instinct he can't fight.

But the girl they called wolfless was never truly empty.

Something ancient is waking inside her blood.

And the Alpha who marked her will have to choose — protect the bond, or let them both burn.

"His hands slid against my thighs like he already owned me, and for one reckless moment in the dark, I let a stranger kiss me like I was worth wanting,
and now he’s everywhere."

By day, I’m Elara Vale—the scarred girl no one looks at twice.
By night, I’m Star Girl—the masked performer everyone can’t get enough of.
Two lives. One secret. And one boy who could destroy it all.
Zach Reed.
He hates me in the daylight—cold, cruel, untouchable.
But at night?
He’s searching for me.
Texting me.
Confessing to a girl he doesn’t even know… is me.
I should stay away.
I should keep hiding.
But he’s getting closer.
Looking at me like he’s starting to see something…
feel something.
And I don’t know what’s worse—
Him finding out the truth…
or me falling for him anyway.
Because secrets don’t stay hidden forever.
And when mine comes out…
it won’t just break me—
it will destroy us both.

On her eighteenth birthday, she receives an unexpected gift: an acceptance letter from a magic academy.
That's when she discovers she's a shapeshifter. Her biological parents left behind only a single letter, telling her to find the truth at the academy.
The school is full of danger. Even worse, she can't shift at all.
On her very first day, she's almost burned to ashes by a dragon, the most feared student on campus.
Wait... She only wanted to be friends with the dragon. How did she end up becoming the academy's public enemy?
School Rule No. 1: Never go outside on the night of a full moon. But she does, and comes face to face with a werewolf who has completely lost his humanity.
The last dragon in the magical world: "A bet is a bet. Next time, you're watching a movie sitting on my back."
The Alpha of the werewolf pack: "I won't let anyone lay a finger on you."

Cleo Ainsley, failed author, abandoned by her family, her editor and filled with shake checks into an eerie hotel with the hopes of making a come back in her career.

However, things are never as they seem in Hotel La Rue. Room 324 is not a room that exists.

Her manuscript comes to life but is Cleo really writing fiction or is she writing something she had witnessed?

Cleo realizes she’s no longer in control. Her laptop types without her. Mysterious guests vanish without a trace. And room 324? It’s not a room. It’s a trap.

As her sanity slips, Cleo begins to uncover a terrifying pattern: every writer who stayed in Room 324 has vanished, including Morgan Melroy, a woman whose manuscript matches Cleo’s word for word.

Detective Fournier enters into the scene haunted by the Morgan case and notices a similar pattern in Cleo.

Does Cleo know more?

Is Morgan really dead?

What is the mystery behind room 324?

She was never supposed to exist.

Zola spent eighteen years believing she was human… until the night monsters slaughtered her father and hunted her across the forest like prey.

Now trapped inside Lunarch Academy, a school meant only for werewolves, Zola must hide the one truth that could get her executed.

She is human.

But surviving isn’t her only problem.

Four Alpha heirs begin hunting her for reasons she doesn’t understand. Each of them wants her — some to protect her, some to control her, and some to destroy her.

Because Zola isn’t just breaking wolf laws…

Her blood holds the power to end the supernatural world entirely.

And someone has already started the war to claim it.

Farryn once had a normal life, as normal as one could have in a world where werewolves were hunted down for sport because they were different. In the matter of a year, Farryn’s life has been turned upside down, losing all her family members and living without her wolf. Until she met Alpha Chandler, she could not believe she might be able to come close to who she once was. However, the Moon Goddess isn’t the only one who has abandoned Farryn in a world where being defenseless means a death sentence….

Everyone at Briar Ridge High knows two things: No one messes with star quarterback Jaxon Reed, and no one stands up for Mila Santos.
Mila is the brilliant, plus-size girl people underestimate too easily—the quiet honors student with a sharp tongue, a secret dream of leaving town, and a reputation shaped by years of cruelty. At school, she’s the target of whispers, pranks, and public humiliation, much of it fueled by Jaxon’s possessive cheerleader ex.

Then Mila takes a live-in babysitting job for Jaxon’s little sister while his father works nights, and everything changes.
At school, they are enemies by history and circumstance. At home, they are forced into the same kitchen, the same living room, the same late-night routines of homework help, shared meals, and caring for the little girl who adores them both. Mila sees the side of Jaxon no one else does: protective, overworked, and carrying more pressure than his golden-boy image reveals. Jaxon begins to see the truth about Mila too—not the rumors, not the body people mock, but the fierce, funny, deeply resilient girl he should have defended long ago.
As the bullying escalates and his ex wages war, Jaxon is forced to choose between the life everyone expects from him and the girl he cannot stop thinking about. Meanwhile, Mila begins a powerful transformation of her own. She stops shrinking. Stops apologizing. Stops letting cruel people decide her worth.

What begins as bitterness becomes tension. Tension becomes loyalty. Loyalty becomes a first love fierce enough to change them both.
But when betrayal, jealousy, and one devastating public humiliation threaten to tear them apart, Mila must decide whether loving Jaxon is worth the risk—or whether choosing herself means walking away from the boy who finally learned how to fight for her.....

"I want this. I want you. I want to give myself to you completely."

He groaned against my mouth and I felt the last of his control start to slip. "Freya—"

"Please," I whispered. "I'm ready. I'm yours."

Freya Granger is an ordinary human girl, but one afternoon she was taken to the magical world by Edward, who came from the magic academy. Edward claimed that she was the savior of the entire magical world, while Freya: What the heck?
As they spent more time together on a daily basis, a fatal attraction developed between them. Can Freya shoulder the responsibility of being the savior while also understanding her own heart?

Lyra Hart has spent her life knowing exactly where she stands in Greyhaven’s unforgiving shifter hierarchy. At the bottom.
As an ordinary Zeta without wealth, influence or a powerful surname, she should have known better than to believe a prominent Beta could truly love her. When she catches her boyfriend in bed with another woman, his cruel dismissal leaves her heartbroken, humiliated and desperate to forget. One reckless night at an exclusive club changes everything.
Lyra wakes in the penthouse of Damon Blackridge, a cold, commanding Corporate Alpha whose name can open doors, destroy reputations and bring powerful families to their knees. Damon needs a wife to secure his inheritance and a convincing new romance to punish the woman who abandoned him. Lyra needs money to care for the aunt who raised her, and a chance to show everyone who treated her as worthless that she is not so easily broken.
Their arrangement should be simple: eighteen months, a false engagement and enough rules to keep their hearts safely out of it. But nothing about the desire between them feels fake.
As their performance grows dangerously convincing, jealousy awakens, enemies begin closing in and the boundaries written into their contract start disappearing. Damon believes he has chosen a harmless Zeta who will leave his life once their agreement ends. He has no idea that Lyra Hart is not nearly as ordinary as the world has been made to believe. And by the time the truth about her bloodline emerges, their fake engagement may have become the one bond neither of them can survive losing.

Amber was raped by her uncle.

She was an orphan. Her parents died in a road accident.

She was later taken to her grandmother. One day she went to a party.

There she met a rich pervert.

He tried to sexually abuse her there.

Later he forced her to marry him and she had to, due to certain family conditions.

There too rape torturers didn't end for amber.

They both used to hate each other.

Will they ever fall in love or this will end up only being a rape story.....

Let's see.....

Preston Ashford and I made a promise to get into UCLA together.

I held onto that promise through all of senior year, surviving on four hours of sleep a night. Then results day came, and I found out someone had logged into my application and changed it.

I only ever gave Preston my password.

I storm over to confront him and catch Vanessa Ashby, the daughter of an old family friend, the one everyone tiptoed around because of her depression, laughing. "Preston, what do you think Elise looked like when she found out?"

Preston lets out a lazy laugh. "She'll freak out, obviously. Girl's wound so tight, might as well get some use out of her."

Vanessa has depression, and I'm the one who's supposed to make her laugh.

I'm the one who ate dirt at track meets. I'm the one who got laughed at for singing off-key. I'm the one everyone pointed and laughed at. And every time she doubled over laughing, Preston told me I was a good girl.

I turned myself into a joke, just to get a little scrap of kindness thrown my way.

But not this time. I'm done playing the clown.