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A girl reborn from death becomes the prize in a deadly love game between vampires and wolves-until her hidden power changes the rules. They found her almost dead, thrown to the alligators in the deep bayou, by her own father. When Chloe wakes, she's trapped in a twisted game of love where vampires play for pleasure and to pass their boredom. Forced to choose a partner, she picks Hunter, a man found dead just like her. At first, he's drawn to her, but soon finds himself falling helplessly into love's dangerous depths. "A love to die for," their leader, Callum, calls it. Six pairs, six days, six games. To win the couple has to be in love with each other. But the game shatters when a pack of wolves crashes the party. Their leader, Liam, the black wolf, claims Chloe is his fated mate. Callum warns him he's breaking the sacred laws, and Liam vanishes into the night. On the night of the fifth game, her birthday, Chloe's true power awakens. Liam bursts through the doors and takes her away, leaving Hunter behind. Furious, Callum turns Hunter into a vampire and commands him to find Chloe and bring her back. Now married to Liam, Chloe longs for peace, but the game never truly ended. It has spilled into the enchanted bayou where it all began, where love, betrayal, and ancient secrets entwine. Who is Chloe really? And what price will she pay when she uncovers the truth about her bloodline?

There was blood on his hands, and something worse in his eyes. And it terrified her to death. --- Crystal Peterson's only crime was to fall in love with her brother's best friend, Jaden Astor. She thought he loved her, too. Until he came back home one day with Valerie, the woman he was going to marry in two weeks. Already pregnant and disowned by her adoptive family, Crystal ran away from home without even a word to Jaden. Five years later, Crystal and her son, who had a terminal illness, were barely surviving and trying to make ends meet when she answered a knock on her door one day and found the one man she would rather stay away from all her life standing there and begging for her forgiveness. But forgiveness was something Crystal never had to offer Jaden. Not when she had to sell one of her twins just to keep the other twin alive. Not after being disowned and mocked by her family and everyone she once held dear, loosing everything she ever worked for, including her education. But what happens when she finds out who had actually bought one of her twins four years ago? Does she have a place for Jaden in her heart anymore, or she'd rather stick to Noah, the only man who was ever there for her when her world crumbled to the ground? *** Obsession. Possession. Love. Betrayal.

To save her family's empire, CEO Eliana King, known as the "Ice Queen," entered an arranged marriage with the rebellious artist Garrett Wolf. She saw him as a chaotic variable to be managed, a business deal. She never expected to be a pawn in his game of love. The devastating truth was that her husband was desperately in love with his childhood friend and muse, Serena Vance. Their entire marriage was a sham, a shield to protect Serena from his family's judgment, and a tool to make her jealous. When Eliana tried to divorce him, her own family, who knew the secret all along, had her brutally punished. Later, Garrett publicly forced a kiss on Eliana to provoke his lover, an act that ended with Serena attacking Eliana in a fit of jealous rage. In the hospital, Garrett's only concern was protecting Serena, proving Eliana's pain meant nothing next to his obsession. She was a tool, utterly disposable. This final betrayal ignited a fire in the ice. After a violent retaliation, she cut ties with her past and began celebrating her freedom. But the party came to a dead stop when Garrett appeared, his eyes burning with a rage meant only for her.

🌹 A While Apart but Close by Hearts By Mizh Jenny Cathrina and Edward were never meant to be apart... But life pulled them away, leaving only letters, memories, and the bond of their hearts. Distance tested their love, time challenged their patience... Can a love that survived miles survive destiny?

The first sign I was going to die wasn't the blizzard. It wasn't the bone-deep cold. It was the look in my fiancé's eyes when he told me he had given my life's work-our only guarantee of survival-to another woman. "Kelsi was freezing," he said, as if I were being unreasonable. "You're the expert, you can handle it." He then took my satellite phone, shoved me into a hastily dug snow pit, and left me to die. His new girlfriend, Kelsi, appeared, wrapped snugly in my shimmering smart blanket. She smiled as she used my own ice axe to slash my suit, my last layer of protection against the storm. "Stop being so dramatic," he told me, his voice full of contempt as I lay there freezing to death. They thought they had taken everything. They thought they had won. But they didn't know about the secret emergency beacon I had stitched into my sleeve. And with my last ounce of strength, I activated it.

"Did you see her at the charity gala last month?" a woman's voice drifted out. "Lily Matthews. She looked absolutely stunning in that emerald dress." "The way Seth looked at her..." another voice added with a knowing laugh. "I mean, we all know about his thing for her, but he wasn't even trying to hide it." I froze, my hand hovering over the elevator button. "Poor Quinn," the first voice continued. "She's beautiful, but she's not Lily. Everyone knows Seth's been obsessed with her since college." "Remember when Lily came for that consulting meeting last week? Seth practically rearranged his entire schedule. And the way he walked her to her car..." "It's so obvious. I heard from Jennifer in accounting that Seth and Lily were seen at the Ritz last Tuesday. Same day Quinn was at that women's leadership conference." My chest tightened, but I remained perfectly still, hidden by the wall. "I feel bad for Quinn. She seems sweet, but she has to know, right? The whole office can see it." "Maybe she's in denial. I would be." Their laughter felt like needles against my skin. I waited until their footsteps faded before moving, my face carefully composed despite the storm building inside me.

The morning light streamed through our penthouse windows, casting golden patterns across the marble floor. I stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing down the cream silk blouse I'd selected for today. Six years. Six years of building a life with Conner, and finally, we were getting our marriage license. "Perfect," I whispered to my reflection, fastening the pearl earrings Conner had given me on our fifth anniversary. Today was supposed to be the beginning of our forever. I glanced at my watch—9:15 AM. Conner had promised to be ready by now. Strange. He'd been talking about this day for weeks, planning every detail.

My name is Alexander Crown, and I once had the most beautiful love in this world. Then I destroyed it with my own hands. For so-called power, for the expectations of my family, I chose a marriage of alliance. I thought I could have it all—both power and love. I was wrong. When Sophia said, "You killed the Sophia who loved you," I finally understood— some things, once broken, can never be restored. Now, I buy a croissant every day. Not to see her, but just to remember that I was once loved by someone so wonderful. And I did not deserve her. If love could start over, I would choose to remain the customer who always buys croissants, rather than the lover who hurt her the most. But alas, there are no second chances in life.

I was a rogue, desperate to escape the Lycan prison. I tricked my cellmate into spending every night with me. He was a fallen Alpha. His aura was pure and soothing, easing my pain and swelling. After absorbing his scent’s strength, I broke free. Later, when I dominated the territories and kidnapped the Lycan King for my revenge, a stoic Beta showed up, leading two tiny pups by the hand. He pushed the pups toward me and said, "Old cellmate, long time no see. Your children have grown so much." Me: ??? ============================== The Lycan King, Alexis Perry, was my first love. We had a brief relationship, but before things could go further, he left me for a Lycan Princess.

The Ironcrest banquet hall glittered like something out of a magazine spread. Crystal chandeliers. White roses on every table. A long ribbon of candlelight running down the head table where I stood beside Alpha Julien Dunn in full Luna regalia — silver gown, pearl pins, the mating pendant at my throat heavy as a stone. I had arranged every detail myself. The seating chart. The toast order. The honored placement of the visiting Beta from the Northpoint Pack — a man named Aldous who had worked with "S" through encrypted channels for two years and had no idea "S" was the woman currently smiling at him from across the room. Three years I had been Baylee Lawson, contract Luna of Ironcrest. Three years I had stood at this man's side and signed pack treaties under another name in the dark.

As Dylan Andrews' kept companion, Elaine Willis was the epitome of perfection. To be readily available for her benefactor, she took on work for only three months each year, filming low-budget movies and maintaining a lukewarm career. Fully aware that Dylan saw her merely as a stand-in for his true love, she accepted it calmly, even deliberately mimicking the style of his beloved. Everyone mocked her as a fragile vine, unable to survive without a man, destined to be chained to Dylan's side forever. Yet, behind his back, she got two male escorts.

For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

Alice, a government-trained genius scientist and surgeon, vanished overnight. She woke a century later to find her once-clingy baby boy now the nation's richest man-a frail centenarian on his deathbed. Her grandkids were older than she was. She forced the iron gates, removed his brain tumor, and finished in five minutes. However, the grandkids aimed guns. "Impostor!" "Fraud!" "Arrest her!" Then the comatose tycoon sat up, slapped his son, and growled, "Who allowed you to be rude to your grandmother, you ungrateful brat?" The security agency stepped in. "Please cease all disrespectful actions." The academy announced, "Her return is our greatest blessing." The top medical school pledged support. "We are all committed to unconditionally supporting Dr. Wright."

My mate, Theron, was a powerful Alpha, and I, a scentless Omega, was his greatest prize. But beneath his adoring facade was a terrifying, possessive monster, revealed when he dragged me home and forced me into our bed after I was late to his challenge match. His golden eyes burned with chilling control, and he whispered a threat that turned my blood to ice. I'd been stuck on a forest road, my truck dead, racing to reach his challenge match. His mate bond panic had already frayed my nerves, but nothing prepared me for his rage. He'd publicly broken his opponent's shoulder, then stalked directly to me, ignoring the crowd. He marked my lateness with chilling precision, before dragging me away to our rooms for "punishment." Later, as he tried to force a ceremonial marking pendant on me, he promised, "If you will not accept my mark willingly, then I will wait for your Heat. I will fuck you until your body begs for it, and my wolf will hold you down while I bite." My gaze fell on his open journal, filled with frantic, scrawled words: "SHE IS MINE. PUNISH. CLAIM. MARK HER. BREED HER. MAKE HER UNDERSTAND SHE IS MINE. MINE. MINE." The man I loved, my only protection, was a captor in disguise, his devotion a gilded cage. Every gentle touch, every soft word, now felt like a brand of ownership, a tightening leash. The terrifying truth of his pathological obsession finally hit me. A fragile plan formed in the space between heartbeats: I would de-escalate, redefine, and survive, no matter the cost, before his possessive madness consumed me entirely.

For three years, I swallowed a bitter pill daily, suppressing my royal white wolf bloodline for a normal life as the Alpha's Luna. That morning, my husband Santino coldly announced a crucial announcement, then entered our grand hall with another woman, declaring, "Alessia, she will be living here from now on." She was pregnant, he announced, carrying our late Beta's child-yet her neck was unmarked. My scoff met his furious Alpha dominance, threatening my title, forcing my bow as he settled her into the suite next to ours. Her sickening scent soon permeated my private study. Later, I found him intimately grooming her in the kitchen-a sacred act for mates-while he snarled mental insults, branding my jealousy pathetic. Watching his hands violate our vows, a slow, cruel smirk pulled at my lips. My three-year marriage was officially over. I had already paused my royal trust fund's capital, then severed our mind link with a chilling declaration: "Don't touch me with the hands that just touched her."

Casey woke up with a throbbing skull in a glamorous dressing room, facing a public execution by an internet mob. Her wealthy family had thrown her away. Her hypocritical sister, Coralie, forced a holographic tablet into her hands, demanding she join a deadly survival reality show on a wasteland planet. "It's what Mommy wants. If you don't sign, you're dead to the Hendersons." The whole world wanted her dead. On the live broadcast, billions of viewers cursed her as a toxic stalker. The golden boy idol Kayson physically attacked her to defend Coralie's honor. Even the show's staff mocked her, deliberately leaving her with nothing but a torn, broken tent and a single bottle of water for the lethal alien wilderness. The universe was playing a cruel joke on her. She was framed as the villain of her sister's perfect story, banished to a wasteland where everyone expected her to cry, beg, and die on live television. But they didn't know she had already survived a decade in the ruins. Casey didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she invoked a hidden contract clause, demanding a full year on the planet instead of the standard month. "I'll survive for a year, and the planet becomes mine." She grabbed her broken tent, stepped onto the red alien dirt, and prepared to show the universe what a real predator looked like.

The polished hardwood of the auditorium seat felt cold beneath my fingertips as I leaned forward, eyes fixed on the ceiling where my daughter performed her final rehearsal. Twenty meters above the stage, Stella moved with a grace that belied her fifteen years, her body twisting and turning through the air as if gravity were merely a suggestion rather than law. "She's magnificent," I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. The theater was nearly empty for this last practice session, just a handful of instructors, stage crew, and me—Victoria Sterling, the proud mother who never missed a performance. I watched as Stella executed a perfect midair split, her safety harness and rigging cables barely visible against the dark ceiling of the auditorium. "Mrs. Sterling?" The choreographer approached, clipboard in hand. "Tomorrow's going to be spectacular. Stella has the most natural talent I've seen in years." I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from my daughter. "She's worked so hard for this." "It shows.

He shifted a little, and I got a clearer look at his face. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I slapped a hand over my mouth. Asher Sterling. CEO of Veridan Tech. Ryan’s boss. He owned several multi million dollar companies in the state. The same man I had only seen once or twice when I was still with Ryan. I remembered his face, the cool air around him, the way everyone else tensed when he walked into a room. **** One unforgettable night. One powerful stranger. After being betrayed by her fiancé and humiliated at work, Layla Henderson makes the first reckless decision of her life: a no-names, no-strings-attached night with a dangerously hot Billionaire. What she thought he was a one-night secret. What she didn't know he was her ex's boss and her new to be boss. Asher Sterling was many things but not a one night stand. And Layla is about to learn that walking away from Asher Sterling was never an option.

On our wedding day, my childhood sweetheart and fiancé ended his life by jumping off a building. Before he died, he left behind a mysterious note, and anyone who read it suffered the same tragic fate. First, it was his grandmother, then his father followed, leaping from the rooftop of an eighteen-story building. Each day, I was consumed by grief and despair. I pleaded with Esther, my mother-in-law, to tell me what the note said. Yet, she remained silent. Even when others offered vast sums out of sheer curiosity, she kept her lips sealed. Until the day I remarried, she whispered those fateful words to my new husband... --- My husband disappeared on the very day we were supposed to get married. That morning, I was in the bridal suite making the final preparations when my phone rang unexpectedly.

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas obey, survival means staying unseen. Hagakure Sorahiko has mastered that art—quiet, careful, invisible. Until Miyamura Aronohai notices him. A powerful Alpha. A billion-yen empire. A man who gets what he wants. What starts as a simple secretarial job spirals into a dangerous game of dominance and desire. Each secret Sorahiko uncovers pulls him deeper into Aronohai’s orbit—where control feels like seduction, and surrender feels like fate. Because when an Alpha like Aronohai decides you’re his… there’s only one question left to ask: Will Sorahiko run, or will he burn?

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I stared at the proposal on my computer screen, my eyes burning from hours of proofreading. The Sterling Tech subsidiary office had emptied hours ago, leaving me alone with the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the occasional ping from the security guard's desk downstairs. I glanced at my watch—11:43 PM. Michael should have been done with the corporate gala by now. He'd promised to call when it ended at ten, but my phone remained silent, its screen dark and accusatory on my desk. "Just one more page," I whispered to myself, massaging my temples. I'd been doing this for seven years—polishing Michael's presentations, fixing grammatical errors in his proposals, making sure every comma was in place so he could shine in front of the board. Tonight was no different, except for the heaviness in my chest that had been growing over the past few months. I saved the document and sent it to Michael's email, adding a simple note: *All done. Hope the gala went well.* No kiss emoji, no terms of endearment.

The pack gathering was supposed to be a celebration. Instead, it became my worst nightmare. I stood frozen in the hospital corridor, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched the scene unfolding through the glass partition. My mother lay helpless on the bed, her skin pale and vulnerable under the harsh fluorescent lights. Above her loomed Zara Perry, the rogue she-wolf whose presence in our territory had already caused enough tension. But this—this was beyond comprehension. "The unworthy bloodlines must be marked," Zara's voice carried through the open door, her tone almost reverent as she worked. "The Moon Goddess demands accountability for those who dilute our sacred lines." In her hand gleamed a ceremonial blade, its edge coated with something that glowed faintly blue. I recognized it immediately—mystical ink used in ancient werewolf rituals. The kind that left permanent marks not just on skin, but on souls.

The scent of fresh roses filled my car as I drove toward the pack house, excitement bubbling in my chest. My birthday had never been a big deal to Marcus, but eight years together had taught me to create my own joy. I'd left work early, planning to surprise him with the dinner reservation I'd made at Crystal Moon, the upscale restaurant in the neighboring pack's territory. I hummed softly, fingering the mate mark bracelet on my wrist—a silver band with our initials entwined that Marcus had given me when we completed our mate ceremony. The memory made my heart flutter, though the flutter wasn't as strong as it once was. My wolf had been unusually quiet lately, something I attributed to stress from my job at the pack's community center. "He'll be so surprised," I whispered to myself as I pulled into our driveway. The pack house was quiet this afternoon, most members at work or training. Perfect timing. I slipped my key into the lock, careful to be silent.

Amara Kingsley, a free-spirited young woman born into wealth, refuses to accept the arranged marriage her parents have planned with Dominic Hale, a powerful and emotionally distant billionaire. Determined to escape a life she did not choose, Amara makes a dangerous decision-she disappears on the eve of her wedding. Before leaving, Amara finds Lina, a poor waitress who looks exactly like her, and convinces her to take her place. In exchange for money and a chance at a better life, Lina agrees to impersonate Amara and marry Dominic, while the real Amara travels the world, enjoying the freedom she has always craved. What begins as a lie slowly turns into reality. Behind his cold reputation, Dominic reveals himself to be a man capable of love, patience, and devotion. Living under Amara's identity, Lina unexpectedly falls in love with him-and becomes pregnant with his child. Months later, Amara returns, ready to reclaim her identity and family, only to discover that her place has been filled. Dominic no longer belongs to her, and the woman standing beside him-wearing her face-is carrying his child. Caught between regret and reality, Amara must face the consequences of her choice, as love, identity, and destiny collide in a story of betrayal, sacrifice, and irreversible decisions.