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For fifteen years, my husband Bennett refused to let me get pregnant. "My blood is a curse, Kelsey," he would say, gripping my hand with terrified intensity. "It kills the women who carry it. I won't risk you." I believed him. I mourned the children we never had just to stay alive for him. Then he brought Aria home. He claimed she was a distant cousin in trouble. But from the shadows of the ballroom, I watched him caress her swollen belly with a tenderness he never showed me. When I confronted him, the mask fell. "You provide the image, Kelsey," he said coldly. "She provides the bloodline. Do not make a scene." To teach me a lesson in obedience, my horse's reins were sabotaged. I woke up in the hospital with a fractured leg, only to learn he had ignored my emergency calls to hold Aria’s hand during a routine ultrasound. Lying in that sterile bed, the truth hit me harder than the fall. There was no curse. He had medically gaslighted me for a decade, stealing my fertility with a lie, just to replace me with a mistress he called "cousin." He thought he had broken me. He thought I would fade quietly into the east wing. Instead, I wiped my tears and planted listening devices in his office. He wanted a legacy? I boarded a train to Paris, leaving behind a bomb that would burn his entire world to ash.

  Asha finds herself in the middle of the mating grounds where the mating night is supposed to take place. Confused, and trying to escape a crime she thinks she committed, she runs away from silver Crest pack.     Fate then leads her to a dying stranger at a river bank. Healing him of his wounds, a glitch occurs and now his wolf lives in her.   ...    He is the Lycan Lord. But what is a Lycan without his wolf?   Auren is saved by a strange girl who in the process 'steals' his wolf. Because of this, a forced proximity arises between them.   He wants nothing but to get his wolf back.   She wants nothing but to be free, and finally experience what love feels like.      Maybe they could grant each other wishes, maybe.. maybe not.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

The crystal chandelier cast dancing shadows across the marble floor as I moved through the celebration party, champagne flutes clinking around me like wind chimes. Three years. Three years of silence, and now every conversation, every whispered secret, every careless laugh reached my ears with startling clarity. "Jessica, you look radiant tonight," Mrs. Henderson from Douglas's company smiled warmly, her voice a melody I'd forgotten existed. "How wonderful that your hearing has returned." I touched the pearl earrings Douglas had given me this morning—another one of his thoughtful gestures that I'd treasured in my silent world. "Thank you. It's... overwhelming, actually. I'd forgotten how loud the world could be." Across the room, Douglas commanded attention as always, his tailored navy suit impeccable, his laugh booming over the crowd.

When Agnes, a human girl is sold off to Alpha Cyrus, as a slave by her stepfather, she has no idea that she would be his mate, rejected as his mate or that she is the reincarnation of his long-lost love. Cyrus, a direct descendant of the first werewolves, has sealed off any form of romance since the death of his first love. However, he doesn't expect that his newly bought slave would be his mate. As war breaks out between Ghysem and a rival pack, Cyrus is forced to confront his feelings for Agnes. Will he fight for the love of the girl he rejected, or allow history to repeat itself?

They had a deal. Give him a child and he would let her people go. Giving him a child was easy. Twin boys with eyes as bright and beautiful as the blue skies and curly brown hair just like his, but Alpha Ezra was quick to remind her of the long-lasting feud between the witches and wolves. Heartlessly, he ordered her execution along with the entire coven. As she burned in the fires with her people, she swore to make his entire pack go up in flames on her return. Ten years later, reborn of fire and blood, Melucia is back to not only reclaim her children but set his entire pack ablaze just as she promised. There is only one slight problem: Ezra is no longer the man he once was, and her children can’t seem to live without him. Now she must choose between revenge and happiness.

I woke up on the cold grass before sunrise, and the world smelled. That is the only way I know how to say it. For nineteen years I had lived inside a kind of soft, clean nothing. People around me would tilt their heads, breathe in, and smile or stiffen at things I could not feel. I had learned to fake the small reactions. A nod. A wrinkled nose. A pretend laugh when someone asked, "Don't you smell that?" Now my whole body smelled. Pine sap from the trees behind the pack house. Wet dirt.

Today is my sixth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Liam, brought up divorce for the 47th time. He does this for Seraphina, his childhood friend. The woman who orchestrated a car crash on our wedding day, a tragedy that left her unable to have children and left him shackled by a debt of guilt. For six years, I have been the price of his repayment. I endured the relentless cycle. But this time was different. This time, after Seraphina pushed me down a spiral staircase, Liam promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay. Instead, he ensured the smart home security system "mysteriously" erased all evidence. That night, from the supposed safety of a house he had arranged, Seraphina had me kidnapped. As her hired thugs tore at my clothes in the back of a cold, dark van, I managed to make one desperate emergency call to Liam through my smartwatch. He saw my plea. And he hung up. I leaped from that moving van, not onto asphalt, but into the cold, unforgiving sea. As I fought for my life in the icy water, swallowed by the darkness, I made a vow. This time, there would be no 48th remarriage. This time, I would simply cease to exist.

She tried to push him away but he held her so tight landing her back on the wall as he trapped her strong and small figure... actually also strong spirit. Disgust and hatred was plastered on her very beautiful hot face. "Listen Mr Ice, Whatever your plan maybe be? If you like try hitting me again... the fact is that you won't ever get in-between my legs!" She spat out angrily with a gritted teeth... Zalexander aloof hard face slightly moved a little bit as an Expression of grin appeared and disappeared instantly before she can see it. "I'm gonna burst your bubble miss fire ...watch me destroy your sexy legs tonight because you aren't leaving this room with the two intact I guess" Hearing him mumbled out these words one by one...She chuckled roughly... He dropped hard gaze down at her very opened cleavage without wavering it off...this very stare angered her so madly, Before he can know what was happening... She immediately knocked off his hands giving him a very hard kneed on his groin... Zalexander gave out a loud groan falling to his knees as he gaze up so murderously at her smirking and wet face. "Guess you're the one who isn't gon' leave this room with your two legs intact or let me say balls..." __________________________ She's fIRE and He's ICE. Their first encounter wasn't funny nor pleasant because he only wanted to have her on his bed, addressing her like a harlot. Been so hot and beautiful she got attracted towards him but she doesn't wanna give him a chance to have her because of his bold rude approach. But Mr ICE doesn't wanna give up to the extent a contract Romance got involved so that he will be able to taste her. Will he succeed? Will ICE and FIRE ever match?

Aldan Anabelle was destined to be a luna, beautiful, talented and heir of the great Kam kingdom. Everything was perfect, until one faithful night, her parents died in a fatal accident. Planned by an unknown clan, set up by her uncle Raven. After the death of her parents, life turned into a nightmare, uncle molested and maltreated her. To protect her father's legacy, she's sent to leave with her fated mate for 5yrs, the only way to get her legacy was if she could break his stone heart. Alpha Roman, a cold-hearted heir of Fangspire pack, vowed never to love because of his stepmother's maltreatment. Within 5 years, he fell in love with her.... after a long time of tormenting her. Their worlds merge, their hearts ignite and their bond becomes unbreakable. Not until she was kidnapped, did everything go sour. Her fashion show trips became a trap for taking her blood. To prevent the prophecy from coming through, her uncle planned her death. But unknown to them, nobody was found. Anabelle never died that day. She rises from the ashes under a new name. A powerful businesswoman whose internal desire was filled with revenge. When fate pushes them together again, they stand on opposite sides of destiny. Driven by misunderstanding and anger toward each other. Love. Betrayal. Revenge A Luna who returns from ashes to regain her throne, legacy. And a mate, who would destroy the kingdom to earn her forgiveness. "Would she be able to defeat her uncle plots?" and win the heart of the cold hearted Alpha.

I never expected to discover the truth on such an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. Downtown bustled with its usual energy as I navigated through crowds, shopping bags swinging from my arm. The spring air carried the scent of food carts and fresh flowers, a perfect day for my errands before heading home to prepare dinner for Harrison. That's when I saw them. Across the busy street, partially obscured by passing cars but unmistakable in the afternoon sun, stood my husband. His tall frame and dark hair were as familiar to me as my own reflection. But it was his posture that stopped me cold—the intimate lean of his body toward the woman before him. Kataleya Price. His secretary. I froze mid-step, causing someone to bump into me from behind with a muttered apology I barely registered.

Liana thought she had left her past behind when she walked away from the life she once knew. But love, betrayal, and heartbreak taught her the cost of choosing wrong—and the scars of that choice still linger. When a stranger steps into her world, he’s everything she shouldn’t want: dangerous, unyielding, and tied to the family she deserted. Yet there’s something about him that draws her in, something that feels like fire and safety all at once. As walls begin to crumble and old loyalties resurface, Liana must decide if she can open her heart again—or if surrendering to this man will cost her more than she can bear.

The shrill ring of my phone pierced the darkness at 3:00 AM, jolting me from a fitful sleep. I fumbled for the device on my nightstand, my heart already racing. Only one call comes at this hour. "Olivia Spencer," I answered, my voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding my system. "Beta Olivia, we've got a reported drowning victim in Puget Sound," came the urgent voice of one of our pack's sentries. "Witnesses say someone went under near the north pier about twenty minutes ago." I swung my legs over the side of the bed, already mentally calculating the critical window. "I'll be there in ten minutes. Alert Ty to meet me at the equipment room." "Already done, Beta." I moved with practiced efficiency in the darkness, pulling on thermals and layering them with my diving gear. The clock on my wall ticked mercilessly as I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. The equipment room was my sanctuary—a place where I held authority and purpose.

My nails dug into the flesh of my palm, but I barely felt the pain as Seraphina, my former friend and the Beta’s daughter, openly mocked me in front of the entire pack. "Does she really think showing up to this dinner will somehow hide the fact that she’s wolfless?" "Someone who hasn’t awakened their wolf doesn’t even deserve to be in the pack," one of her lackeys added, sneering. My eyes burned with unshed tears. But the worst part came when I heard Seraphina call out, "Jaxon!" The world seemed to tilt as Jaxon, my supposed mate and the future Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, strode toward us. He's wanted by almost all the she wolves in our age, including Seraphina. Now his face was a mask—cold, unreadable. Jaxon had been my childhood sweetheart—the boy who had once told me, over and over, how much he longed to be my mate. But now, because the truth had come out that I was wolf-less, we were forced into secret love. Seraphina’s grin widened. “Since our dear Aria seems to believe she belongs here, I think it’s only fair to hear from the future Alpha himself.” She turned to face him, eyes glittering with something sinister. “Tell us, Jaxon. What do you think of our little stray?” Silence fell over the hall. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. Jaxon’s gaze locked onto mine. And for a moment, I saw something there. A flicker of hesitation. A war within himself. Then, his lips curled into a smirk. “I think…” He let the words hang in the air, then chuckled. “I think Seraphina has a point.” The room erupted in laughter. The world around me blurred, voices distorting into cruel echoes. ....

Harper Sterling gave up everything for her Alpha mate—her royal bloodline, her family, her power. For five years, she was the perfect Luna of the Silver Fang Pack, never suspecting that Ryker had been poisoning her food with Moonshade to suppress her rare Silver Moon Wolf. When their three-year-old son Noah is killed near rogue territory, Harper's world shatters. But the truth is worse than any rogue attack: Ryker let Noah die to protect his mistress's illegitimate son—the real killer. Now he plans to install the bastard as heir and trick Harper into raising her own child's murderer. But Harper isn't the docile, wolfless Luna Ryker created. She's the daughter of the Alpha King. She's a Silver Moon Wolf—one born every thousand years. And her power is finally waking up. With her wolf unleashed and her royal family at her back, Harper returns not as a grieving mother, but as a force of nature. She will expose every lie, strip Ryker of everything he stole, and burn his world to ashes. The only question is: will the curse tied to her betrayal destroy her before she gets her revenge?

Thaddeus, the Dark Tribrid King, has always ruled through destruction. Cities have fallen beneath his feet, their rulers slaughtered, their people left in fear. His reign is absolute, untouchable until his magic awakens and something far darker rises within him. It calls to him. It craves power. And it leads him to them. Ryland, the savage werewolf with a hunger as endless as the bloodshed he leaves behind. Orion, the noble yet deadly vampire, bound by honor but ruled by his devotion. And Evelyn. A human. A mistake. A temptation neither of them saw coming. Thaddeus believed he was unbreakable. That his mates would serve him, his power would rule them, and the world would kneel at their feet. But Evelyn is not a queen to be claimed. She is a force neither of them saw coming. And when monsters fall in love, cities burn.

I thought I was waking up in the arms of Arthur, the man I loved. But as the morning light hit the Hamptons estate, the man buttoning his cuffs by the window turned around with eyes like chips of ice. It was Augustus Riddle, Arthur’s cruel younger brother, and I had just spent the night whispering confessions of love into the wrong man's ear. The night I thought was a beautiful beginning turned into a devastating nightmare. Instead of comfort, Gus treated me like a stain on his expensive carpet, scribbling a check for "services rendered" before shoving me into a dark service corridor to hide my existence from his brother. "How much does it cost to buy your silence?" He sneered, before leaving me barefoot in a torrential downpour while he drove away in a luxury Cadillac. Four years later, I am a struggling actress in Los Angeles, working double shifts as a barista just to keep the lights on. My life was finally stable until my roommate dragged me to a high-end dinner to meet her new "influential" boyfriend. The man sitting at the table, looking more arrogant and lethal than ever, was Augustus. He spent the entire night humiliating me, calling me a pathetic amateur and a social climber in front of my only friends. When I fled into the rain and collapsed on the sidewalk, skinning my knee until I bled, he watched from his car. He saw me clutching a plastic baggie containing the taped-together pieces of that four-year-old check—the only proof of my shame. He looked at me like roadkill, rolled up his window, and drove off into the dark. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why did he hate me enough to crush me, yet remember that I couldn't handle the smell of cigarette smoke? Why did he leave me bleeding in the street, only to send expensive medical supplies and coffee to my door the very next morning? "I'm moving out." I told my roommates, realizing that Gus Riddle didn't just want to destroy me; he wanted to haunt me. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out with eighty dollars to my name, finally ready to disappear into the city before he could burn the rest of my life to the ground.

Ariana was maltreated by her in-laws and husband for the years that she was married into the family. But everything changed one night when her husband came home drunk, and ended up having a sex with her for the first time since their marriage. He accused her of taking advantage of his drunk state, and that made her file for a divorce. She revealed her true identity to them, as the daughter of the richest man, at a party, bringing the Sean family to their knees. But she wasn't willing to forgive as she vowed to never have anything to do with the Sean family, and she also had to get engaged to Dylan, since that was the man her family had always wanted for her. What will happen when Ariana discovered she was three months pregnant with Sabastian's baby? While he still kept pleading with her, even though she was already engaged. Will she reconsider and return to him because of her baby or remain engaged? Will Dylan accept her after discovering she was pregnant?

On my twenty-ninth birthday, my boyfriend, Cyrus Martin, debuted his new composition at an awards ceremony. He called it "Enduring Affection," symbolizing love and companionship that lasts a lifetime. I thought it was his birthday gift to me. That illusion crumbled later that evening when, across the Atlantic at a solo concert, pianist Roselyn Bryant performed his new piece. With tears in her eyes, she thanked the audience. "Thank you, Cyrus, for giving me the courage to sit here once again." The camera captured Cyrus sitting there, smiling and applauding. I glanced at my phone, which showed over twenty missed calls from him, and realized I couldn't keep up this charade any longer. When Cyrus finally called back, it was past midnight—he missed my birthday. His voice came through, nonchalantly, amid a noisy backdrop: "I'm busy. What’s up?" The words I’d prepared got stuck in my throat.

The roar of the river gorge was deafening. Shadowveil and Ironridge warriors were running joint drills along the rocky banks, but I kept my eyes fixed on the rushing water. I hated the river. Years locked in the Moonhaven Pack's basement meant I had never been taught to swim. I was always the expendable blood-born daughter. Then, the flash flood hit. It came out of nowhere. A massive wall of muddy, violent water tore down the ravine with a terrifying crack. It slammed into the banks, washing away the solid ground beneath my feet. The cold was instant and brutal.

Ava Martin thought she had already lost everything when her mother - the only family who truly loved her - died suddenly. But heartbreak doesn't come alone. Within days, she catches her fiancé in bed with her stepsister and is forced to confront betrayal that shatters the last pieces of her trust. Before she can recover, Ava is summoned by the father who abandoned her years ago. What awaits is not reconciliation but another cruel twist - her family has sold her to pay off their debts. Her buyer? Alessandro Moretti. To the world, Alessandro is the powerful CEO of Moretti Holdings, a man whose empire commands respect. In the shadows, he is whispered about as a ruthless mafia don - cold, merciless, and untouchable. Love has no place in his world of blood and loyalty. But when the feared mafia godmother takes an unusual liking to Ava, Alessandro is pressured into marrying her. What begins as a transaction quickly spirals into a dangerous game of fire and ice. Ava's defiance sparks something Alessandro thought was long dead, while his dark world threatens to consume her completely. Can the fiery strength in Ava's heart melt the walls Alessandro has built around his, or will their bond be drowned in betrayal, blood, and roses?

BLURB: Sofia, a 25-year-old girl, was deeply in love with Miguel. They dated for five years, and Miguel decided to marry her. On the day of their wedding, the situation changed, and the occasion took another heartbroken dimension. Miguel, Sofia's fiancé, was caught red-handed entangling with Linda, a bosom friend of Sofia, right inside the restroom in the event hall. Sofia angrily left the venue heart broken. She went and got herself drunk just to appease her shattered heart. To numb her pain of betrayal, she became pregnant, which was a result of her one-night stand with a stranger, Donal, the CEO of Ocean Group of Companies. Lily, Sofia's mother, fell sick as a result of the shock, betrayal, and shame she witnessed. Worse still, her medical bills became challenging. Sofia, unable to foot her medical bills, decided to sell the minibus of their late father. Since her salary couldn't help out. Lizzy, her younger sister, objected to it. She was never in support of her selling any of their late father's property. The only option left to raise money for their mom's medical bills is to apply for a loan from a Bank. ETC BANK is the only bank that can offer such a loan. And Linda, her bosom friend, is working as a head in the department responsible for loans. And Sofia has vowed never to set her eyes on Linda again. How will Sofia sort herself out from this horn of a dilemma?

I reached for my fiancé's phone to silence an alarm and found a hidden folder named "The Protocol." Inside was a spreadsheet that systematically dismantled my entire existence. Task 399: Buy blue hydrangeas. Note: Her favorite. For Denzel. Task 400: Schedule anniversary dinner. Note: Make sure she feels special. For Denzel. In that heartbeat, I realized the man I had loved for three years hadn't looked at me once without seeing a chore list left by his dead brother. I wasn't Elfrieda Stewart, the woman Jaxon Tate loved. I was a legacy project. The truth turned lethal at our engagement gala. When a massive chandelier detached from the ceiling, Jaxon didn't lunge for me. He tackled his "ex" Janice—who I later discovered was his secret wife—to safety. He left me standing in the center of the target to be crushed by shattering glass. But the cruelty didn't end there. On a "reconciliation" yacht trip, Janice pushed me overboard. Jaxon looked at me struggling in the freezing black water, then threw the life preserver to her. He saved the shark and left me to drown. I lost everything in that water, including the unborn child I hadn't even told him about. He thought I was dead. He thought he was free to play house with Janice. But my brother pulled me from the darkness. And when I resurfaced in Norway, wearing the ring of a man far more dangerous than Jaxon could ever dream of being, Jaxon realized too late that he had destroyed the only thing that could have saved him.

He was my first love. My first everything. Now he's my stepson. One night changed everything. Ten years couldn't make us forget. But loving him now could destroy us all. Ethan Cole was the boy who held my heart. My first kiss. My first time. My first real love. We planned a future together, whispered forever, believed nothing could tear us apart. Then prom night happened. I woke up alone in a hotel room with no memory of how I got there, and Ethan was gone. Vanished. The rumors said he got what he wanted and got tired of me. I spent a decade believing I wasn't enough. So I moved on. I built walls. I found Harrison to be kind, stable, and safe, and I said yes when he asked me to marry him. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because Harrison's son? The one living in the guest house? The one I'll see at family dinners and weddings, and holidays for the rest of my life? It's Ethan. My Ethan. The boy who broke me. The man I never stopped loving. And when I look into his whiskey-colored eyes, I see the same hunger, the same pain, the same unanswered questions burning in me. He says he never left me. He says prom night was a setup. He says he's loved me every single day for the past ten years. And God help me... I believe him. But how do I choose between the man who gave me a future and the man who still owns my past? How do I resist the only love that ever felt like home? And how do I survive when my heart is tearing me in two?