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The King claimed his mate. The King planned her death. Rejected and scarred, Esmeralda Lopez holds the secret King Demetrius needs to win his war. To gain her obedience, the ruthless Lycan monarch crowns the powerless omega his True Luna, a title that forces her into his gilded cage. But Demetrius's deception is lethal. Esmeralda carries the Silver-Eyed blood of his prophesied killer. Now, their fated bond is a countdown. Will the King conquer the enemy in his own bed, or will the Luna awaken the power destined to end him?

BLURB Lena Hale thought heartbreak couldn't get worse until she walked into a luxury restaurant with a Christmas gift in her hand and found her boyfriend on a date with another girl. Broken and humiliated, she flees home for the holidays, hoping her mother's new marriage will give her a quiet place to recover. Instead, she walks straight into a nightmare. Her cheating ex, Bryce Carter, is waiting at the mansion... as the beloved nephew of her new stepfather. And her new stepbrother, Cassian Ward, the cold, quiet son who sees too much and says too little can't seem to look away from her. Trapped together for Christmas, Lena is forced to face the boy who broke her and the man who's slowly undoing her in ways she doesn't understand. Bryce wants her back. Cassian wants her safe. And Lena wants to forget she still feels anything at all. But secrets run deep in the Ward family... and desire runs deeper. And this Christmas, falling for the wrong brother might be the most dangerous mistake she's ever made.

Isabella thought marrying into the Evans family would save her and her sister from two miserable marriages. Instead, one wedding-night mix-up threw them into a new nightmare. After ending up in the wrong room, Isabella was switched to stern Alexander, while her sister was paired with his playboy brother, Nathaniel. With the family demanding pregnancies within three months, she clung to hope that her distant husband was warming to her. Then she discovered his secret contraception and a message that shattered her heart. "She's nothing but a burden you can't get rid of." When she chose to leave, Alexander suddenly knelt before her, his eyes flushed red. "Babe, please tell me how I can make you stay..." Her sister shielded her. "Don't worry, sis. I'll help you with the divorce proceedings." Her brother-in-law also support her. "Can you persuade your sister to stay? You know I'm with you on this divorce, right?"

I used to believe I was the queen beside the most powerful gangster in the city. For five years, I bled for my husband, Mike—surviving kidnappings, shootings, poisonings, and betrayals from every enemy who wanted to destroy him. Every scar on my body was proof of my loyalty, and I thought his love made the pain worth it. Then one night, I overheard the truth. I was never his beloved wife. I was his shield. While I risked my life protecting his empire, the woman he truly loved lived safely in the shadows. Every attack meant for her was redirected to me. Every kiss, every promise, every tear he shed beside my hospital bed was nothing more than a performance. And now that my body is failing, Mike is ready to throw me away like I never mattered at all. But I refuse to die for a man who never loved me. The moment I disappear from his world, secrets begin to surface, enemies start closing in, and the ruthless husband who once treated me as expendable suddenly refuses to let me go. Now I have to ask myself: does Mike finally love me… or am I still just a pawn in his deadly game?

Two months before my due date, a devastating fire consumed our entire house. Ronan ensured the perpetrator was sent to prison, but the blaze left me severely injured, leading to the amputation of my right leg and complications during childbirth. While lying in the hospital bed, I overheard Ronan speaking with the doctor. “Mr. Peterson, your wife has already lost a leg. If you also remove her uterus, she'll be devastated. You’re just trying to use the umbilical cord blood to save Ms. Stewart’s baby; do you really have to destroy your wife in the process?” “It doesn’t matter if she’s devastated. I’ll take care of her for the rest of her life. If she finds out this baby was only conceived to save Elia’s child, she would never agree.” "I promised Elia I would save our child.

The first thing I registered wasn’t pain. It was the white. Blinding, sterile, aggressive white. It saturated the ceiling tiles, the stiff sheets tucked too tightly around my legs, and the humming fluorescent tube overhead that flickered like a dying heartbeat. Then came the hollowness. A physical, gaping void in my lower abdomen that felt less like an injury and more like an eviction. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, anchored by lead weights in my veins. A nurse materialized at my side—a woman with kind eyes and tired shoulders, smelling of antiseptic and cheap coffee. She adjusted the IV drip, her movements practiced and gentle, but she wouldn’t look me in the eye. "Mrs.

She went to the wrong room to seduce a lawyer. She got something far more dangerous instead. Skylar Love was a fallen star — disgraced actress, broke, stripped of her daughter by an ex-husband who'd weaponized her postpartum depression into a courtroom masterpiece. Her plan was desperate and simple: seduce the attorney who could save Lily, trade her body for her future. Instead, she stumbled into the dark hotel room of a stranger with iron hands and a mouth that made her forget every word she'd rehearsed. By morning, her custody battle was over. Her daughter was being taken at two p.m. And the man from Room 1214 had just walked through a wall of shattered glass into her ex-husband's law firm — holding her lost earring like a key, tearing the court order to confetti, and sliding a ten-carat pink diamond onto her finger before she could breathe. Julian Thorne. Billionaire. CEO. A man with files, leverage, and a violence so controlled it barely raised his pulse. He needed a wife to claim a fifty-billion-dollar family trust. She needed protection, money, and her daughter back. Clean transaction. One year. No feelings. Except he already knew who she was before she knocked on that door. And her ex-husband's parting words have just detonated everything she thought she was fighting for. Whose daughter is Lily, really — and what does Julian Thorne actually want?

I stood at the top of the grand staircase in the Silverfang Pack house, my posture perfectly straight. Years of grueling Luna training demanded nothing less from me. The heavy oak doors of the main hall swung open, signaling the return of the border patrol. My heart gave a familiar, pathetic flutter. Julius. My fated mate. The Future Alpha of our pack. But the polite smile froze on my lips. He didn't walk in alone. His hand was wrapped tightly around the waist of a she-wolf I had never seen before.

She wanted a life where she could simply put down her head and live in peace without being noticed but switching schools has just put her on the radar of the school's bad boy and mc leader for Vikings mc and he has absolutely no plan to ever let her go.

Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate. I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo. The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives. My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked. To her, I was finally being disposed of. She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left. She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance—my biological mother’s trust fund—to pay for my stepsister’s lavish wedding to my ex. "She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back. But they made a fatal mistake. With my aunt’s help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon. I’m not running from the monster. I’m going to marry him. And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner. He will be my vengeance.

"You look like her... but you're not her. Are you?" Nina never asked for this life. But when the powerful Whitlock family offers her a chance to wipe her family's generational debt in exchange for one thing-becoming their dead daughter-she says yes. Now, she lives in Adelaide Whitlock's mansion. Sleeps in her bed. Wears her clothes. Even answers to her name. All she has to do is fool everyone-Adelaide's icy parents, the ruthless elite ruling the six families, and worst of all... the two men who knew Adelaide best. Axel, the perfect fiancé who seems too loyal to be true. Nathan, the forbidden flame who stirs up feelings Nina should not be having. But as Nina digs deeper into Adelaide's past, cracks start to show. Memories don't line up. Secrets bubble beneath the surface. And the biggest twist? Adelaide's ghost-figuratively or not-refuses to stay buried. Now, Nina must choose: Keep the illusion alive... or destroy it before it destroys her. But what happens when ghost you're replacing refuses to stay dead ?

My billionaire fiancé, Claudius, rented out Rockefeller Center to propose. He knelt in the snow with a thousand white roses and called me his forever. Then, an anonymous text message showed me his marriage certificate. He'd been married to another woman for a whole year, long before he ever put that ring on my finger. Hiding in the dark, I overheard his friends laughing about it. My life, our love, was just a twisted revenge plot against my sister. I was just the pawn he was using to hurt her. "She's been sick in the mornings," one of them whispered. "Don't worry. He's got it handled. One phone call to his cousin's clinic. A perfect little accident. She'll never even know she was pregnant." The man who whispered about our future while his hand rested on my stomach was the same one planning to secretly kill our child. A secret trip to the doctor confirmed it: I was pregnant with twins. He thought I was a lovesick girl he could break. But as I smiled in his arms that night, I saved the evidence and started planning my escape. I would take his secrets, my children, and everything he thought he owned, and I would disappear before he could erase us.

The phone rang at 3:17 AM. I fumbled for it in the darkness, my heart already racing before I'd even seen the caller ID. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. "Mom?" My voice cracked as I answered. "Diana..." My mother's voice dissolved into tears. "We're in trouble, sweetheart. Your father and I—we've been arrested." I sat up so quickly that black spots danced across my vision. "What? Why?" "They're saying we embezzled money from the university foundation." Her words tumbled out between sobs.

Pertenecer a la mafia no es fácil, mantener tu lugar mucho menos, atrapar a uno de los lideres más grandes del bajo mundo… es casi imposible. Dasha Morozova solo queria su lugar en el mundo, al lado de quien amaba, sabia los riesgos, creció con ellos, y cuando al fin creyó conseguir a quien queria… la vida le demostró que no todo es un cuento de hadas, más cuando vives rodeada de enemigos, ahora el amor ya no es su prioridad, busca venganza, quiere recuperar lo que por ley es suyo y no le importa a que demonio deba tentar para ello. Lukyan Neizan, sabe que el legado de sus padres pesa sobre sus hombros, el don de ver destellos del futuro es su gran aliado cuando debe cuidar su espalda y destruir enemigos, pero… hay imprevistos que escapan incluso de su don, es así como el gran mafioso dueño de casi toda rusia y apodado la muerte blanca, despierta un día con la noticia de que tiene un hijo, del cual ni siquiera sabe quién es la madre. Dasha debe atrapar a un mafioso que la ayude en su venganza. Lukyan debe honrar las leyes de su clan y casarse solo con la madre de su hijo. La venganza es un plato que se sirve frio, y atrapar a un mafioso puede hacerte arder mucho antes de conseguir lo que quieres, pero eso Dasha… aun no lo sabe.

On an overseas trip, an avalanche hit suddenly. My fiancé Henry instantly released my hand and rushed to Amara. Just as I lost all hope, Mateo appeared. Against the howling gale and blinding snow, he charged towards me, . After the avalanche, I broke up with Henry. Mateo became my rock. Our love grew, and he proposed. When I told him I was pregnant, his joy was overwhelming. Life was perfect. But soon, Mateo was diagnosed with leukemia. Without hesitation, I decided to donate my bone marrow. Days ago,I overheard, "Sakura's pregnant. Once the baby's born, Amara, you'll have a new bone marrow donor." Mateo replied, "I'd do anything for ." That's when I realized my happy marriage was a cruel ruse from the start.

I should have known something was wrong the moment she walked through our office doors. Jenesis Ross—twenty-five, impeccably dressed, with a smile that never quite reached her eyes. But I was too busy reviewing quarterly projections to pay attention to the new intern's arrival. That was my first mistake. It took exactly seven days for her to map our entire company's power structure. I noticed her taking notes during meetings, assumed she was documenting projects. Only later would I realize she was cataloging relationships, hierarchies, and most importantly—weaknesses. Mine included. "Alyssa, have you met with the new intern yet?" Hudson asked one evening as we reviewed marketing strategies in my office. "She's got some interesting ideas about our UX redesign." I looked up from my laptop.

The phone felt cold in my trembling hands as I scrolled through image after image. Each one was worse than the last—Lara Fox, the young intern who'd joined our pack three months ago, posing in ways that left nothing to imagination. Her messages accompanied each photo, words that made my stomach churn. "Missing you, Alpha. Can't wait until you're done with pack business." "These are just for you. No one else gets to see." "I dream about you every night..." My wolf whimpered inside me, clawing at my chest as if trying to escape. Eight years. Eight years I'd been mated to Calvin Richards, Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack. Eight years of painful fertility treatments, of being blamed for our inability to produce an heir, of enduring his mother's Luna aura crushing me into submission whenever I dared question anything. And all along, he'd been collecting these.

Summer, a fresh face from Beverly High, arrives at Thinkers High for her senior year, determined to complete her high school journey without problems. But her plans take an unexpected twist when she finds herself inexplicably captivated by Jaden, the rebellious heartthrob and boyfriend of Kate, who also holds the title of cheer captain. Can Summer steer her way through this tangled web of emotions, or will she surrender to the allure of what Thinkers High has in store for her?

I was a Grammy-winning musician, engaged to the love of my life, tech mogul Julian Watson. But on the night of my greatest triumph, he framed me for plagiarism to protect his secret lover, the pop starlet Kaylene Avila. He leaked my private journals, and the world turned on me. An enraged fan, fueled by his lies, attacked me, leaving a scar across my face and destroying my vocal cords forever. My grandfather died from the shock. I ran, changing my name and hiding for five years as a barista. But Julian found me. He threatened the kind old woman who'd given me a job and even my grandfather's grave. His price for their safety? I had to become Kaylene's ghostwriter. Trapped in a luxury apartment, I was a tool for their ambition. Kaylene, wearing a bracelet Julian once gave me, smirked as she handed me her terrible lyrics. "Don't worry, Annie," she purred. "Your voice might be gone, but your words can still be mine." But my usefulness ran out. Kaylene arranged for me to be beaten and left for dead. As I faded into darkness, I heard her final, chilling order to "make sure she's permanently out of the picture." What she didn't know was that my estranged sister, a federal prosecutor, had just found me. And she was about to fake my death.

I had played the role of Hunt Noble’s perfect partner for three years, a polished asset to his multi-billion dollar empire. But the mask slipped when I saw a photo of him smiling at another woman with an intimacy he hadn’t shown me in months. When I tried to walk away, Hunt didn't beg for forgiveness. He pinned me against a cold marble counter and reminded me that I was his property. "I provide for you. I don't answer to you." At the city's most prestigious gala, I made one final, desperate plea for a real commitment. He laughed, calling our relationship a "merger of assets" and labeling me a "bad investment" with a failed career. He had his lawyers draft a thirty-million-dollar NDA to buy my silence, treating our three years together like a business transaction to be settled and filed away. I signed the papers and threw the keys to his penthouse in his face, desperate to reclaim my soul. But that same night, I was drugged at a high-end club by a predator who thought I was unprotected. Before the darkness swallowed me, Hunt reappeared, a violent shadow who beat my attacker until the floor was slick with blood. I woke up back in the one place I swore I’d never return to: his master bedroom. As Hunt washed the filth of the night off me, his eyes burned with a terrifying, renewed possessiveness that the $30 million check couldn't hide. "You don't go anywhere without my permission." I realized then that the money wasn't my exit fee—it was the down payment on a permanent cage. If I ever wanted to be free, I couldn't just walk out. I had to burn his entire empire to the ground.

Victoria's mother married Alpha Malachar for protection. Drystan, her new stepbrother, five years older, quickly became her closest friend. As they got older, their relationship became complicated when Victoria turned sixteen. Love. Their parents were strict: Victoria was sent to a strict academy for troubled she-wolves, and Drystan began training hard to become a future pack leader. Before Victoria left, Drystan promised her, "I will return for you and make you my Luna." During her second year, tragedy hit. Victoria's pack was attacked, her parents were killed, and Drystan vanished. As graduation approached, Victoria faced new problems. She outsmarted her rival, Sienna, and cared for an injured wolf named Thane that she found in the woods. Later, Drystan returned as king of four packs, but he ignored Victoria and, to push her further away, picked rogue girls from the academy for his pack. Victoria felt alone and heartbroken at the academy. Dean Balthazar let her leave early. Soon after, while lost and alone in Prague, meets Damian. But soon, he admitted he had only used her to get to Drystan. When Thane invited her to join his pack, Victoria's wolf stayed silent and refused the bond. The worst betrayal happened when Cadmus, Thane's brother, sold her to an Alpha King as if she were property. When the eclipse returned, fulfilling the prophecy that the moon would swallow the sun, blood would be shed, and the old order would fall, Drystan attacked in anger after learning that Victoria had accepted Makarius's proposal. Torn between two soul bonds, Victoria chooses.

Tuesday started like every other Tuesday. I was between rounds, still in my scrubs, coffee cooling in my hand, when Evie caught me in the hallway outside the OR. She was one of my better interns — sharp instincts, fast hands, the kind of earnest focus you can't teach. She'd been with me eight weeks and hadn't once embarrassed herself in the field. She was holding a small envelope. Cream-colored. Hand-addressed. 'Dr. Harris.' She was almost bouncing on her heels. 'I wanted to give you this in person.' I took it.

The world tilted sideways as I stumbled against the washing machine, my fingers desperately clutching the cold metal to stay upright. The laundry room spun around me, the harsh scent of bleach suddenly overwhelming. Inside me, Lyra—my wolf—whimpered weakly, her once-vibrant aura flickering like a candle in the wind. "Emily!" Someone caught me before I hit the floor. Through blurred vision, I recognized Beth, another laundry worker. "Moon Goddess, you're white as a sheet." I tried to stand, to brush it off as nothing. "I'm fine, just tired—" But my legs betrayed me, buckling beneath my weight. The pain in my chest intensified—that familiar hollowness where half of Lyra's strength should be. Where it would be, if I hadn't given it away. "You need the healer," Beth insisted, her voice distant as darkness crept into the edges of my vision.

My mother-in-law, Hattie, the former Luna of the Silver Fang Pack, had gone to the countryside to take photographs and accidentally ingested wolfsbane. Out in the wilderness, she pleaded with me to find my mate, Alpha Noel, to take her to the hospital, but I shook my head and refused. In my previous life, I had desperately searched for Noel in the woods, injuring myself in the process, to drag him away from his secret rendezvous with Celine Ortiz, the rogue werewolf who had been his first love, and begged him to save his mother. We managed to get her to the hospital in time, and she pulled through. However, Celine's reputation was sullied, and her ex-mate abandoned her. In her despair, she ended her life. My mate publicly praised my devotion as a dutiful daughter-in-law, yet on the seventh day after Celine's death, he force-fed wolfsbane petals into my mouth. "Maryam, you killed Celine! You deserve to die too and make amends to her." In this new life, Noel and Celine's passionate affair finally reached its closure. When he returned home, he had lost his mind.