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He was a Don, she was just a city girl. Their love was forbidden. Still,he wants her even when betrothed to another. What started as a random meeting turned into a causal argument then led to an unruly obsession and then a mutual agreement to a night of pleasure. It seemed normal until Eren Scott came crawling back for more.She was the distraction he never asked for, the temptation he couldn't resist and the love he never wanted. Elizabeth was willing to open her heart for him until she discovered he wasn't who he said he was. She found out too late that not only had she fallen in love with her best friend's fiancé, but she was also pregnant for him.

The black SUV's engine hummed beneath me like a death knell, each mile carrying me closer to what Julian had described as my execution. My hands trembled in my lap as I stared out the tinted window at the passing Seattle skyline, the Space Needle piercing the gray clouds like a silver blade. "Blake, you need to understand what's happening here." Julian's voice was gentle, but I caught the underlying tension he was trying to hide. He sat beside me in the backseat, his silver pendant catching the dim light as he leaned forward. "The Moon-Bride contract is ancient. Sacred. And unfortunately for you, it requires a very specific type of... offering." My stomach churned. "You keep saying 'offering' like I'm some kind of sacrifice." "Because that's exactly what you are." The words hit me like ice water. Julian's hand found mine, his touch meant to be comforting but feeling more like a chain.

My only friend was a time traveler. She said her mission in this world was to save me. She trusted me, protected me, and even helped my mate ascend to the throne of the Lycan King. In the end, she found a man who loved her deeply. She said this world made her feel warm, and she wanted to stay here. But later, when I rushed back from the borderlands, all I saw was her pale, frail body lying alone in the crystal coffin, cold as ice. Beside the coffin, her mate stood frozen, silent. Her young son whispered in relief, "Good, I never wanted a crazy mother like her." I looked at the woman standing beside them, pretending to wipe away tears. I thought to myself, I didn’t need to pretend anymore. After today, they would learn what true madness looked like.

"The cold steel of chains bit into my wrists, but it was his voice that truly held me captive. "If he fails to perform," he said coldly, "you can feed him to the hounds." The crowd hushed and my heart slammed in my chest. My heart sank. To him... I was nothing. So, if they wanted a show, fine. I'd give them one. But not without covering my tracks. I let my gaze drift over the room, past the giddy nobles with wine-stained mouths, past the women twirling on laps and the bare-chested men lounging like prizes. Then I saw him, a tall, lean male with golden skin and inked arms, muscles coiled under smooth flesh, smirking like the whole night was a joke only he understood. "I want him," I said, pointing. Gasps rippled through the chamber the moment I raised my chained hand and pointed. "Two boys!" someone shouted gleefully. "Ravenstone's favorite kind of scandal," someone else laughed. But this night was only the beginning. ************ "Julian was born to lead. An Alpha's daughter, fierce and untamed, destined to inherit power and command. But fate is cruel. In one blood-soaked night, her entire pack is slaughtered, her name erased, her legacy burned to ash. Forced into the shadows, she binds her breasts, silences her rage, and becomes a phantom hiding behind a boy's name to survive the hunt. Until she's captured by him. Lucian. The infamous Alpha King. A brutal warlord feared across the realm, dominant, unyielding and devastatingly lethal. He mistakes her for an assassin. She knows better. He is her fated mate and the one man her body burns for, the one soul she must never touch. Desire coils between them like a live wire, tempting fate with every stolen glance, every forbidden thought. But Lucian is cursed, dark magic coils through his veins, and Julian harbors secrets that could destroy them both. As lust ignites into obsession and deception turns deadly, ancient prophecies stir, and enemies circle like wolves in heat. Julian wasn't born to run. She was born to conquer. And the Alpha King will either kneel at her side... or be brought to his knees beneath her."

It was the coldest winter in Boland when I fell in love with my best friend's older brother-that gentle, refined Jeffrey Tucker. To protect me, he not only betrayed his family but also stepped in front of acid thrown by an enemy, his back still scarred to this day. I thought we would love each other forever. Until just before our wedding, a pregnant noblewoman showed up at our doorstep. "Are you Ms. Smith? I heard Jeffrey turned against everyone for you." The woman said with a sneer, tossing a prenatal report on the table. "He told me a girl who ran with street gangs like you would never fit in. His kindness to you was just an act." I slapped her in response. As she shrieked, Jeffrey grabbed my wrist before I could strike again. I didn't cry or scream. I just looked at him, calm as ice. "Jeffery, let's break up. You're really filthy."

For Olivia Morgan, survival means keeping her head down and ignoring the strange dreams that have haunted her since childhood. But on Halloween night, the woods she's always feared become all too real. What begins as an innocent dare with her friends ends with Olivia stumbling upon a silver cage, and inside it is someone that changes her life for the better...or worse.

I was twenty years old and dying of ALS, my body wasting away into a pile of twitching muscles and lead-heavy limbs. With only a month left to live, I took my parents' entire fifty-thousand-dollar inheritance to a rain-slicked alley and gambled it all on a single vial of "unregistered" blood. The liquid tasted like battery acid and stopped my heart cold, but when I woke up, the paralysis was gone. My skin was pale, my eyes had turned into glowing molten silver, and the only thing that could satisfy my agonizing hunger was the sound of silver jewelry shattering between my teeth. But the cure came with a terrifying new vision: I could see the blue, parasitic shadows living inside everyone around me. My neighbors, my teachers, and even the little girl next door were being hollowed out by monsters with needle-teeth and lashing tentacles that no one else could see. When the school went into lockdown and the halls filled with the scent of rotting fish, I realized an invisible invasion had already claimed the city. The military didn't come to rescue us; they came to "sanitize" the zone, turning their miniguns on the terrified students to bury the evidence of the outbreak. I was trapped on a roof with a handful of survivors and a mysterious girl named Elise who looked at me like I was a genetic mistake. "No one is coming to save us," I whispered, watching the helicopters circle like vultures. I grabbed Elise’s enchanted silver dagger, ignored her warnings, and crunched the blade into a savory paste. As a wave of dark, forbidden power turned my skin into a Vantablack void, I stopped being a dying kid and became the only thing the monsters were afraid of.

I was summoned home from boarding school for a funeral, thinking my family finally wanted me back. I stood in the pouring rain, watching a mahogany casket disappear into the mud, while the silence in my head felt like it was drowning me. That night, I hid behind a tapestry and listened through a vent to my father’s study. He wasn't talking about grief. He was talking about "tissue compatibility" and "near-perfect matches" with the family lawyer. They didn't want a daughter; they wanted a donor. My father’s voice was devoid of emotion as he discussed "the harvest." My half-sister was dying, and I was the spare part they had been growing for years. They had even removed the lock from my bedroom door so I could never truly shut them out. The realization shattered me. I was just a biological backup plan, a life deemed less valuable than the one they preferred. How could a father look at his own child and see nothing but a heart to be cut out and transplanted? I didn't wait for them to come for me. I stuffed a backpack, flushed my SIM card, and climbed out the window into a thunderstorm. I caught a bus to the middle of nowhere, ending up in a seat next to a massive, predatory man named Hoyt who looked like he’d killed people for less than a seat preference. He pinned my wrist with a grip like iron and growled, "Who sent you?" I couldn't speak to defend myself, but as we rolled into a dying town called Blackwood Creek, I knew one thing for certain. I would rather take my chances with a stranger with a gun than stay another night with the family that wanted me dead.

For three years, Aubree played the obedient wife to billionaire Eli Wolfe, even secretly donating her kidney to save his life. But at a family gala, Eli's pregnant mistress deliberately threw herself backward into the pool and framed Aubree for the fall. Without asking a single question, Eli lunged forward and shoved Aubree into the freezing water. He swam right past her sinking body to save the mistress, leaving Aubree to drown. Nobody cared that her missing kidney made her core muscles spasm violently in the extreme cold. While she was still burning with a deadly fever, Eli's family dragged her out of bed and forced her to kneel at the mistress's feet. They slapped a criminal confession across her face and threatened to ruin her brother's career if she didn't sign it. "I will do whatever it takes to protect Dayna," Eli told her coldly. Staring at the man she had literally given a piece of her body to, the last beating piece of Aubree's heart completely died. Her ultimate sacrifice meant absolutely nothing. She calmly signed the papers, took the fifty-million-dollar settlement, and walked out the door on the arm of a handsome stranger. This time, she was going to restart her life and make Eli pay for every single thing he took from her.

Autumn woke up with a brutal headache and a glowing red warning projected onto her retinas. She had been bound to a ruthless system as the "Elite Girlfriend" to Harrison Jennings, the wealthiest, most robotic student on campus. But her status was a death sentence: Cannon Fodder scheduled for deletion. To survive, she had to flawlessly execute a grueling daily schedule of academic perfection and emotional detachment. If she broke character, showed weakness, or failed her study quotas, the system electrocuted her mind. She was trapped in a digital nightmare, bullied by her roommate and forced to endure Harrison's suffocating scrutiny. He didn't date her; he optimized her like faulty software, even throwing $50,000 at her just to stop her from working a "dirty" part-time job because it violated his strict mysophobic parameters. Pushed to the brink of a breakdown, Autumn was exhausted and terrified. Why was she forced to appease a high-functioning sociopath who measured human connection in data points and efficiency metrics? Until one afternoon, desperate to scare off a creeping frat boy, she loudly faked a deranged, obsessive love for Harrison's flawless logic. She turned around to find Harrison standing right behind her. His usually dead, icy eyes were suddenly burning with a dark, suppressed intensity. "The statement you just made," he rasped, towering over her. "Does it hold legal validity?"

The pounding in my head felt like a sledgehammer against my skull as I rummaged through Grayson's medical bag, searching desperately for aspirin. Another one of those migraines that had been plaguing me for weeks, the kind that made the world blur at the edges and left me nauseous. My fingers brushed against the familiar orange prescription bottle tucked deep in the side pocket. Strange—I'd never seen Grayson keep anything there before. The label made my blood run cold: *Birth Control Pills - Norethindrone 0.35mg. Patient: Elizabeth Rose Dean.* The bottle slipped from my trembling fingers, pills scattering across the hardwood floor like tiny white accusations. Each one seemed to mock me, whispering the truth I'd been too blind to see. For two years, every morning, Grayson had handed me those small pink tablets with his gentle smile, telling me they were fertility supplements to help us conceive. "Liz? What's wrong?" Grayson's voice came from behind me, but it sounded distant, muffled by the roaring in my ears.

I stood outside the grand Manhattan ballroom, my white satin wedding gown catching the late afternoon sunlight. My trembling fingers pressed against the cold glass, creating small fog circles with each shaky exhale. Inside, beneath crystal chandeliers and cascading white roses—roses I had chosen—Marcus Sterling slipped a platinum band onto Victoria Hayes' finger. This was supposed to be my wedding day. My wedding. My venue. My fiancé. "I, Marcus, take you, Victoria..." His voice carried through the slightly open window, each word a knife twisting deeper into my chest. Victoria's rounded belly strained against the ivory silk of her gown, a visible reminder of what should have been impossible. Marcus had always insisted we weren't ready for children.

Rose was so naive that she didn't know Jonah, her ex-fiancé, was cheating on her even before her wedding day. On the night before her wedding, she caught him cheating on her with the last person she would ever expect him to be with, Rebecca. Out of anger and spite, she cursed at them and left, then went and got herself drunk and made out with a mafia don, who, oblivious to her, was her fiancé's stepbrother and his boss. On the day of the wedding, she stormed in and canceled it, calling Jonah out. After the embarrassment, Jonah vowed to make her life miserable. She tried to get a job, but it was almost impossible because of the influence Jonah had. So she went to the greatest mafia don that her friend Lucy recommended to her. When she went to ask for his help, the don turned out to be the mysterious man who had been showing interest in her, but she had kept declining. Unbeknownst to her, he was her ex-fiancé's boss and stepbrother. She asked for his help, and he offered it, of course, but on one condition.that she would be his mistress !.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle. “I thought you would prefer the gentle way,” he murmured. “Guess I was wrong.” The poison burned down my throat—Deadly Nightshade. It was once my favorite. I had used it to end others. Now, he was using it on me. “Sometimes,” he whispered, “the person you once loved is the one who finally kills you.” ~~~~~ Brinda Virginia’s life has always been a battle—against fate, against her own fire, and against a heart that beats too weakly to match the storm inside her. Abandoned as a child and raised by the only woman who ever truly loved her, she’s now facing her biggest loss yet. Her stepmother is dying. And the clock is ticking—seventy-two hours. That’s all the time she has to save her. But then he returns. Francesco Dante. Her past. Her ruin. A man cloaked in shadows, bearing a twisted bargain—submit to him, body and soul, or lose everything. To save the only family she has left, Brinda must surrender. But submitting, in a world ruled by power, lust, and betrayal, is never truly submission. Because this man doesn’t just want to own her—he wants to unmake her, unravel her, and turn her fire to ash. And the most devastating part? She might just let him. And love, in this kind of story, always draws blood.

The antiseptic smell of the hospital clung to my clothes as I paced the waiting room, checking my phone for the hundredth time. Ryan was late. Again. My mother's time was running out, and all she wanted was to meet the man I'd loved for seven years, the future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack who had promised to make me his Luna someday. I bit my lower lip nervously, a habit I couldn't shake. The doctors had given Mom days, maybe hours. The cancer had spread too far, too fast. "Sarah?" A nurse poked her head through the doorway. "Your mother is asking for you... and your fiancé." I nodded, swallowing hard.

The first light of dawn painted the kitchen in soft hues as I carefully sliced the venison into perfect cubes. My fingers worked with practiced precision, the knife gliding through the meat as I hummed a quiet tune. James loved my deer stew—it was the dish I'd made when we first became mates seven years ago, and the memory of his smile that night still warmed my heart. I rubbed herbs between my palms, releasing their fragrance into the air. Rosemary, thyme, and a touch of juniper—James's favorites. The pack house kitchen was empty this early, giving me the solitude I needed to prepare this surprise. My hand instinctively moved to my slightly rounded belly, a smile spreading across my face. "Little Moon will love this recipe too, someday," I whispered, using the nickname James had given our unborn pup during one of our rare quiet moments together. After years of heartbreak and multiple miscarriages, this pregnancy felt like the Moon Goddess had finally answered my prayers. I added the vegetables and broth, adjusting the heat to let the stew simmer slowly.

My ten-year relationship was supposed to end with our future in Dublin, a tribute to my late father. Instead, it ended when I overheard the man I loved call me a "stage-five clinger" he couldn't wait to get rid of. He had secretly changed our corporate transfer to Austin for a new intern, boasting to his friends that I'd come running the second I found out. To secure her promotion, he stole my father's priceless hard drive-his entire legacy. When I confronted them, his new girl dropped it into a puddle, destroying it right in front of me. Ezekiel didn't apologize. He shielded her and screamed at me. "Your dad is dead, Finley! Does Blake have to die over some dead guy's broken hard drive?!" He gave me an ultimatum: apologize to her and change my transfer to Austin before the midnight deadline, or else. He thought he had me on lock. But as the clock ticked past midnight, I was on a one-way flight to Dublin, my old SIM card snapped in two. This time, I was choosing my father's legacy over him.

Andrew, a werewolf, spends 7 years as a live-in caregiver for Luna to fulfill a promise to his late true love Claire-Luna's sister who died saving him. He endures countless hardships for Luna: skipping exams to fix her car, drinking spoiled milk for her, racing dangerously, enduring abuse from Luna's crush Eleanor, and even being auctioned off. Luna, oblivious to Andrew's motive, only has eyes for Eleanor, repeatedly misunderstanding and hurting Andrew. When Andrew, after 7 years, decides to end his life to reunite with Claire by jumping into a river, he survives but loses his memory and leaves. Later, Luna discovers Eleanor killed Claire and framed Andrew, takes revenge by ruining the family and auctioning Eleanor. Finally, Luna heads to find the amnesiac Andrew, who now lives a simple life by the sea, trying to make amends.

17 was the year everything shattered. My parents divorced. My lover cheated. My best friend deceived me. Now, all I want is to survive senior year in silence. But silence isn't possible when your skin suddenly glows with weird runes, the world freezes in arithmetic class, and a recruiter pulls you to The Obsidian Academy school for monsters that shouldn't exist. I don't know what I am. But the boys here... they appear determined to find out: A storm-eyed werewolf who saves me but swears I'll ruin him. A vampire prince who says my blood is his alone. A dragon boy who nearly burns me alive protecting me. A sinfully hot professor who stares at me like I broke his heart in another life. I came here hoping for answers. Instead, I've unearthed a curse older than the Academy itself, one that binds me to them in ways I can't fight. And when passion becomes deadly, treachery bleeds deeper than love. I thought I was human. But the monsters aren't my foes. The true risk is what I'm becoming.

Betrayed by his own family, Carrick Aurum Gale was left for dead. But death was only the beginning. Reborn with a powerful system, Erebus, Carrick rises from the ashes to reclaim his rightful place as the most powerful Mafia Lord. With ruthless determination and cunning strategy, he builds a new empire, the Zenith Family, and sets his sights on vengeance against those who wronged him. The streets will run red, allegiances will be tested, and the very foundations of power will be shaken. The boy who was once discarded will become the master of his own destiny. Witness the unrelenting ascent of Aurum Zenith, the Mafia Lord who will stop at nothing to claim his throne.

My boyfriend Jax and I were San Francisco's golden couple, our futures perfectly intertwined. Then his long-lost half-sister, Cinda, arrived, and he began choosing her endless, manufactured crises over me. The night my restaurant caught fire, he abandoned me in the smoke to comfort a whimpering Cinda. "Can't you handle your own drama for once?" he sneered, as my life's work burned. He left me to nearly drown, accused me of faking a concussion after Cinda pushed me down the stairs, and called my pain a pathetic game for attention. I couldn't understand how the man I had loved since high school could become so monstrous. I thought I had lost him to her. But then I overheard his confession. Cinda was just a pawn, a tool he was using to "teach me a lesson" and ensure I'd come crawling back. In that moment, my heartbreak turned to ice. He hadn't just betrayed me; he had proven our entire love story was a lie.

My fiancé, Dereck, told me a construction accident had shattered my dominant hand, ending my career as an architect. But drifting in a drugged haze, I overheard the truth. It wasn't an accident. He had paid the doctor to cripple me, to make me a "broken architect" so I could never leave him. I soon discovered his real reason: a secret son with his lover, Kacey. He was building their family while destroying my life. At a party celebrating the "adoption" of his own child, Kacey framed me for an attack. Dereck and his family called me a worthless disgrace in front of everyone. He thought he had broken me. He thought he had erased me. He was wrong. I faked my own fiery death, leaving him to rot in his guilt while I prepared my revenge.

Ever since Ryan took her in, Kailey had tried to be sensible and pleasing, shaping herself around his moods. He'd raised her, but she never saw him as family; she'd been sure they'd end up together. On the day she turned twenty, ready to confess her feelings again, his beloved woman came back. Kailey overheard, "Kailey is just a kid to me; I could never look at her that way. The only person I love is Olivia." She walked away, and Ryan fell apart. Later, at her wedding, Kailey smiled in white. Ryan pleaded, "I regret it, Kailey. Please don't marry him." Calmly, she said, "Can you let go? My groom won't appreciate it."

In the fifth year of my relationship with Donovan Sullivan, I found out he had feelings for another woman. On that day, I confronted him and gave him two options: end things with me or send her abroad. Donovan spent the entire night out in the cold, and ultimately, he chose me. However, at our wedding ceremony, a young girl unexpectedly appeared. "Daddy, if you're leaving Mommy, what about me? Are you leaving me too?" As the ring slipped from his fingers, Donovan turned away and walked off. I removed my veil and took the microphone from the officiant. "If you take another step, this wedding is over." He paused for a moment but eventually walked away. When I learned about Donovan's feelings for another woman, I spent the night quietly reflecting. In the end, I realized I wasn't ready to let him go.