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He looks at me like he already knows the truth I’ve spent a lifetime hiding. Ethan Vance—lawman, predator, believer in a system I learned to outthink before I could drink wine. His eyes don’t burn with hate. They study, measure, almost… understand. They call him incorruptible. Maybe he is. But I’ve seen incorruptible men fall, not to money or power, but to fascination. The kind that crawls under your skin and makes you wonder if the person chasing you might be the only one who truly sees you. He hunts me by the book. I survive by rewriting it. But somewhere between the pursuit and the silence, between his questions and my lies, the line blurred. And now, I can’t decide which is more dangerous, losing to him, or wanting him to catch me. --- He isn’t what I expected. Luca Vitale walks into every room like he owns it, and maybe he does. Calm. Calculated. Dangerous in ways that don’t show up on a rap sheet. He should be just another target, another name I take down and file away. But there’s something about the way he looks at me. like he already knows I’m not as untouchable as I pretend to be. I tell myself it’s strategy, curiosity, control. It’s not. It’s a problem. Because every time I think I’m closing in, I realise he’s already two steps ahead—and for the first time in my career, I’m not sure if I’m hunting him, or if he’s letting me try.

Chef Elara, bankrupted by her ex-husband Mark and his fiancée Isabella, is forced to work as their live-in maid while her son Leo is bullied by six-year-old Marcus, who calls him “toilet boy.” After Leo defends his mother and Isabella fires them, Elara and Leo endure motel poverty, job rejections, public humiliation by Mark, and Leo’s schoolyard beating for defending her. With their last five dollars Elara vows to fight back and give Leo the life he deserves—starting her climb out of the abyss.

I woke up screaming. My hands flew to my stomach, fingers pressing desperately against the flat surface beneath my nightgown, searching for something that wasn't there. The phantom pain of impact—metal crushing bone, glass shredding skin—still echoed through my body like a ghost that refused to leave. But there was no blood. No broken bones. No life draining away beneath the cold autumn rain. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as if I'd been drowning, and forced my eyes open. Moonlight filtered through familiar curtains, casting silver shadows across walls I knew too well. My bedroom. The Silvermoon Pack house.

My parents sat across from me on a live TV court show, their faces a mask of practiced sorrow for the cameras. They publicly condemned me as a thief and a heartless daughter, accusing me of abandoning them after my father's "accident" and demanding my entire inheritance. The scrolling comments behind them called me a "MONSTER." My mother cried fake tears while my cousin, Karsyn, offered her a comforting hand, her eyes glinting with triumph. They painted a picture of a family on the brink of ruin, all because of my supposed selfishness. They looked at me as if I were something rotten, and a familiar ache filled my chest. Why did my own family hate me so much? But this was a show designed to break me. When the host asked for my plea, I met the camera's gaze. "Not guilty," I stated clearly. "And I request the court use the memory retrieval device."

Title: 365: The Architecture of Yearning ​Five years. That's how long Sebastian Moretti has been a ghost, haunting the streets of London in search of the girl with green eyes who shattered his cold, Sicilian heart. ​To the world, Sebastian is the "King of Shadows"-a man of ice, blood, and absolute power. But in the silence of his private villa, he is a man hollowed out by a single, obsessive memory. He didn't just want a woman; he wanted the soul of the girl who didn't even know his name. ​When he finally takes her, he gives her a choice that feels like a sentence: 365 days to fall in love with him, or she goes free. ​Elara Vance was a woman of logic, a quiet architect building a life out of glass and steel in London. She never expected to be the centerpiece of a mafia king's obsession. She should hate him for the gilded cage he's built for her. She should run from the darkness that follows him like a shroud. ​But as the days bleed into nights, the lines between captive and queen begin to blur. Behind Sebastian's terrifying dominance is a raw, agonizing yearning that pulls at Elara's soul. In the heat of the Sicilian sun and the unfiltered intimacy of the midnight hours, she discovers that the man who stole her is the only one who truly sees her. ​As a Russian war looms and betrayals surface from within, Elara must decide: is she a prisoner of his walls, or the architect of his heart? ​In a world where every touch is a claim and every kiss is a battle, 365 days might not be enough. Because once the monster falls in love, he doesn't just want your time. ​He wants your forever.

"How dare you touch my mate?" Three days ago, Aella was publicly rejected. Her fated mate called her worthless. Wolf-less. Too fat to stand beside an Alpha. On the day she was meant to be sold into another mating, the most feared Alpha in the north shattered her engagement ceremony and claimed her in front of everyone. Eros Shaw does not save people. He conquers them. And yet, he takes her away. Aella has spent her entire life believing one thing: No one loves a fat girl. Not even the Moon. But the Moon has been lying. Because Aella is not wolf-less. She is something far more dangerous. As ancient magic stirs, a forgotten prophecy begins to unfold. Her blood carries power long buried. Her twin sister hides a truth that could destroy them both. And somewhere in the shadows, a witch waits for the perfect moment to strike. Eros thinks he has claimed a broken girl. He has no idea she is the beginning of the end. His mark may kill her. Her awakening may destroy him. And when enemies close in and secrets unravel, Aella must decide: remain the girl they mocked or rise as the Alpha Female destiny has been preparing for centuries?

Steve Reynolds had nothing-no money, no influence, and no one who truly believed in him. Just a struggling university student trying to survive a world that constantly reminded him of his worthlessness. Then came the ultimate betrayal. The woman he loved chose wealth over loyalty, leaving him for a richer man without a second thought. Mocked, humiliated, and completely shattered, Steve hit rock bottom-where hope felt like a luxury he could no longer afford. But just when everything seemed lost, fate intervened. A shocking revelation catapults him into a life of unimaginable wealth and power, transforming the once-forgotten boy into a force no one can ignore. Now, Steve is back. Not as the poor, broken student they once knew... But as a billionaire with a score to settle. Because those who betrayed him, those who laughed at him, and those who treated him like nothing- Are about to discover what happens when a broken man rises with everything.

Bailey, an invisible shadow to the powerful Douglas family, stood in the freezing rain, watching City Hall. For five long years, she’d been used to being forgotten. But today, her entire world shattered as her fiancé, Jameson, walked out with another woman, Haleigh, holding their fresh marriage certificates. Jameson scooped Haleigh into his arms, treating her like fragile glass, convinced she’d saved him from a burning car five years ago. He never knew it was Bailey who pulled him from the flames, nor that Haleigh's "sickness" had left Bailey with an ugly scar from donating bone marrow, making her a mere family blood bank. Watching them kiss, pure nausea rose from years of blame. Bailey later found a joyous celebration for Haleigh at the manor. Her wet arrival drew only cold annoyance; Jameson gave pitying instructions before all four men rushed to Haleigh’s side when she faked a cough. Haleigh, with a sweet smile, presented Bailey a "gift"—a velvet box. Forced to open it, a venomous Brown Recluse spider dropped onto Bailey's hand, sinking its fangs deep. As white-hot agony exploded and her vision blurred, Haleigh theatrically screamed, deliberately scraping her forehead. The men, blind with panic for Haleigh’s minor scratch, roared at Bailey, shoved her to the floor, and rushed Haleigh to the car. Left to die alone, struggling for breath as her body shut down, Bailey knew this was the end of playing their disgusting game. She had already activated her hidden trust fund, planning to buy a remote island and disappear forever.

Naelis Haldrith is many things, daughter to the South's most strategic Alpha, an Omega with Alpha genes, and an unapologetic misfit. During summer break, she decides to journey to Frostpine and spend her heat cycle with her boyfriend, the golden pea of the Thalric pod. But during a collared moment, a secret of his is revealed, and Naelis realizes that their relationship was more complex than it seemed. Choosing to return to her pack, she steps outside under a storm, and it is at that moment she crosses paths with a man she had never seen before. Zoran Vyer Thalric. Uncle to her ex. Member of the Elder's Council. The otherworldly primordial with red-ringed eyes and a wolf barely chained beneath his skin. Desire sparks instantly, and her sights are immediately set on him, but... he is a devotee of the Citadel, celibate, untouched, and unwilling to be the calm to her fury. She is fire, wild and untamed. He is steel, honed and contained. And for the first time, Naelis is the hunter after her prey, and the line of resistance slowly blurs as he finds his years of enforced self-control and suppression unraveling at the tint of her touches. And with a maniac on their radar, this summer break will demand blood, sacrifice, and passion that howls to the moon.

The bridal suite of the St. Regis was everything I'd dreamed of—crystal chandeliers casting prismatic light across ivory walls, fresh roses scenting the air, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan's glittering skyline. But despite the perfection surrounding me, my stomach churned with nerves. I touched the simple silver pendant at my throat—my mother's final gift before cancer took her. The cool metal against my skin had always been my anchor in moments of anxiety. "You can do this, Mom," I whispered to her memory. "I found someone who loves me for me." Six years of living as an ordinary woman in Brooklyn had taught me to recognize genuine affection. Or so I thought. The door burst open without warning, and Aunt Nancy swept in like a hurricane in Chanel, her oversized diamond earrings catching the light as she turned her nose up at everything in sight. "Oh, Emberly, dear." Her voice dripped with condescension as she circled me, inspecting my dress.

The iron gates of the George family estate loomed before me, familiar yet strange after three long years. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched the small travel bag containing my few possessions from the convent. Three years of prayer, penance, and punishment—all for my sister's sins. All for a family that had promised me love and loyalty in return. The guard's eyes widened in recognition. "Miss Lillian! You've returned!" "Yes," I said, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Is everyone home?" "Everyone's in the ballroom, miss. There's a... celebration today." Something in his hesitation made my stomach tighten, but I nodded and walked through the familiar corridors.

The day before Eloise's college entrance exams, Edward suddenly suggested we go finalize our divorce papers. I was momentarily taken aback. "Weren't we supposed to wait until after Eloise's exams?" I asked, incredulously. His gaze shifted uneasily. "Edith, that was the initial plan, but Danna's family is pushing for a quick wedding. However, if you're concerned about Eloise's performance and are willing to give me half of the assets, I might persuade them to delay..." I cut him off sharply. "No need. Let's go to the courthouse right now." He froze, shock evident on his face as I walked ahead with a cold smile. I had overheard Danna pushing him, "Sweetheart, leaving with nothing is so unfair. Edith is only agreeing to the divorce because she's worried about Eloise.

Cristian Vasquez’s love for me was notorious. In our pack’s school, despite the strict rules against mating before adulthood, he made his intentions clear from the start. He was the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, and I was just the daughter of a Gamma, but that didn’t stop him from marking his territory. He’d growl at anyone who even looked my way, his alpha aura intimidating enough to send them scattering. Once, he even tore up a letter from a young Delta who’d dared to express interest in me. Cristian didn’t just want me—he wanted everyone to know I was his. Later, to attend the same university as me, Cristian, who wasn’t exactly top of his class, pushed through sleepless nights and intense study sessions to secure a spot in a prestigious program. His parents, the former Alpha and Luna of our pack, even thanked me for inspiring his success. They saw me as a stabilizing force in his life, someone who could temper his impulsive nature. Before we completed our mate bond, he transferred all his pack assets to my name, joking that he’d forever be my loyal assistant.

In a world where werewolves and vampires roam freely among humans, Lyra Laine is a lonely, resourceful 19-year-old girl living in New York City. Her only goal is to raise enough money to flee to Canada, in order to put several states between her and Carlos, her stepfather, a gang leader, who has decided to make her his thing. In her race to win her freedom, she will cross paths with a huge animal that she thinks is a giant dog. Hypnotized by those eyes, is she really making the right choice by taking this injured beast home? Didn't she just bring the big bad wolf back into the fold ?

For seven years, I was his secret. His brilliant, naive Elodie. Last night, he held me and called me his future. Today, his sister, my best friend, showed me the pictures from his engagement party. My life's work, a revolutionary bio-printed kidney, was meant to save his dying fiancée. But then I overheard his real plan. If my research failed, he had a backup. "She's got a nice pair of kidneys," he told his friends. "Perfect match." He'd secretly filmed our most intimate moments, blackmail to force me onto the operating table. I wasn't his love. I was his insurance policy. A spare part. He thought he had me cornered. He underestimated his "naive little scientist." So I faked my death and disappeared. Five years later, I'm back, my name on the cover of every scientific journal. And he's about to find out that the woman he tried to butcher is now the one who holds his entire world in her hands.

My billionaire boyfriend refused to loan me fifty thousand dollars to bring my brother' s body home. Three days later, I found his assistant wearing my silk robe in our penthouse. That was the moment I decided to marry my childhood friend instead. For eight years, I was Callen House' s dirty little secret. I accepted the shadows, believing his "Relationship Protocols" were just the quirks of a tech genius. But when my brother died tragically overseas, Callen didn't offer comfort. He offered me a corporate loan application, which his assistant, Daniella, promptly denied. While I was drowning in grief, Jaren stepped in. He paid for the repatriation without hesitation, proving what real love actually looked like. I went to Callen' s apartment to end things, only to find Daniella there, sporting a fresh hickey and a smug grin. The truth came out like a landslide. She hadn't just stolen my boyfriend; she had been intercepting my bonuses and sabotaging my career for years. And Callen? He defended her. He called me a liability and threatened to ruin me if I made a scene. So I didn't just quit. I sent a picture of me and Jaren to the company group chat with a caption that silenced the entire office. "I' m getting married. And it' s not to Callen House."

Ten years ago, Cameron Vinson destroyed my Wall Street career to build his empire, leaving me a disgraced schoolteacher. Now, he was back, paying for my father' s life-saving surgery to play the benevolent hero. But his fiancée, jealous of his attention, decided to reveal the truth to my father on his deathbed, killing him instantly with the shock. "Emilia, look what you've done! You're hysterical!" Cameron shouted, shoving me away from my father's cooling body while comforting the woman who had just murdered him. Hailee had shown my father a video proving we were both framed, just to watch the light leave his eyes. Yet, Cameron stood there protecting her, gaslighting me into believing I was the crazy one. They thought I was still the helpless victim they could manipulate. They thought my father' s death was just another loose end tied up. But as the heart monitor flatlined, my phone buzzed with a message from a ghost of our shared past. "I have enough evidence to bury Cameron Vinson. Do you need help?" I looked at the monsters preening over my father's corpse. I wiped my tears and typed back a single word: "Yes." The time for grief was over. The time for a hostile takeover had begun.

My husband, the King of New York's underworld, declined my call for the ninety-ninth time just as my brother's heart monitor flatlined. He claimed he was in a life-or-death sit-down with the Commission. But moments after my brother took his last breath, I saw his mistress's Instagram post. The "meeting" was an emergency C-section for her Persian cat. My brother was dead because a mistress's pet needed the surgeon Dante had promised to send for him. The betrayal didn't stop there. When our car was T-boned days later, Dante didn't pull me from the wreckage. He carried his mistress to safety, screaming for paramedics to save his "fiancée," leaving me trapped in the burning vehicle with crushed legs. Miraculously, I survived. Lying in the hospital bed, I waited for an apology. Instead, I got a threat. "Without me, you are nothing," Dante sneered, throwing a box of chocolates at me like I was a dog. But the final blow came from the County Clerk. When I tried to file for divorce, they told me no record existed. Seven years of loyalty. Seven years of standing by his side. And I wasn't even his wife. I was just a possession he had tricked into playing house. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I picked up my phone and scrolled past Dante's name to the one man he feared most: his rival, Alessandro De Luca. I typed three words. I need extraction. It was time to burn his kingdom to the ground.

I had exactly forty-five minutes to get married, or I would lose the voting shares needed to stop my father from laundering millions through our family foundation. Everything was riding on this one legal signature at the City Clerk’s office. But just as I reached the front of the line, my phone buzzed with a high-definition photo of my fiancé, Preston, tangled in sheets with a junior associate at a SoHo hotel. The man I was about to tie my life to was a fraud, and my deadline was ticking toward zero. When I shoved the evidence in his face, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he gripped my wrist until the bone ground together, whispering that I was just a "junkie" fresh out of a Swiss clinic and that no one else would ever marry a liability with a personality disorder. My father was already standing by with a fraudulent medical affidavit, ready to force me into a conservatorship and strip me of my freedom the moment the clock hit 5 PM. They had spent years using my fake "instability" as a leash, treating me like a broken doll while they bled the company dry. I was the only one with the evidence to take them down, yet I was being discarded like a sunk cost by the very men who were supposed to protect me. I looked at Preston’s smug face and realized I didn't need a husband; I needed a predator. I scanned the room and spotted Dominik Mack, the "Vulture of Wall Street," a man who specialized in hostile takeovers and stripping men like my father of everything they owned. I walked straight up to the most dangerous man in New York and offered him a business transaction. "Do you want to get married?" I asked. He looked at my trembling hands, then at the man chasing me, and adjusted his collar with clinical detachment. "Deal," he said. I didn't just find a groom; I found an accomplice. This wasn't a wedding anymore—it was a declaration of war.

I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison. My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident". On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Ford’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."​ It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.​ At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"​ I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."​ This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated. I will tear off their masks and burn the Willis family to the ground.​ By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me—including him, the one hiding in the shadows.

She was sent to ki⁠ll him. He was the Alpha of the pack. But when Lyra infi⁠ltrates Kael‍'s t‌errito​ry to avenge her best‍ f⁠riend, she discovers that da⁠nger isn‍'t only⁠ in​ the rival packs⁠-it‌'s in th‌e magnetic pull of the Alpha himself. Sec‌rets, suspens​e, and a forbidden bond ign⁠ite as enemies an‍d desire collid‌e.‍ Can she com⁠plete her mission w‌it⁠hout l‍osing her heart... or will the Alpha m‌ar‌k her in​ ways‌ she never expec​ted⁠?‍

‎Elijah Sinclair is the youngest and most ruthless CEO in the city, known for his arrogance, cunning business tactics, and an ego the size of his billion-dollar empire. He doesn't take no for an answer-until he crosses paths with a dangerous man who couldn't care less about his money or influence. ‎ ‎Dante Moretti, the feared heir to the Moretti Mafia, is cold, merciless, and used to people cowering before him. That is until he meets Elijah, a man who refuses to back down, even when a gun is pointed at his head. What starts as a dangerous game of threats and defiance soon turns into something neither of them expected-attraction. ‎ ‎Now, with both their worlds colliding, Elijah finds himself in the middle of a deadly mafia war, and Dante finds himself doing something he swore he never would-falling for a cocky CEO who makes his blood boil in more ways than one. ‎ ‎Will their love survive betrayal, gunfire, and a whole lot of stubborn pride? Or will their worlds tear them apart before they can even admit their feelings?

“You can feel it right? The burning attraction.” Giovanni whispers, trapping her by the wall. He rests his palm beside her head, lowering his head to her height. Mia swallows her spit as she automatically clasps her thighs together trying to soothe the ache down there. “No– I don't feel anything.” she says trying to sound firm, but her voice betrays her coming out in a breathy whisper. He smirks, trailing his fingers down her cheeks tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Deny all you want. You. Are. Mine!!!” he growls, slamming his lips down on hers hard. ~~~~ Mia Neomi didn't know what she dragged herself into when she innocently saved a mafia lord from death in a dark alley one night. Thinking everything was going to be fine after she woke to an empty bed, life shows her it's more fucked up than she thinks when they meet in the most uncanny way ever. The man she saved turns out to be her cold, ruthless, and merciless boss at her office, Mr Giovanni Antonio. A cold blooded killer, the Capo of the Italian Mafia. A man whose sole purpose is to ruin everything he touches. He hates her because he can't stop thinking about her while she hates him because he makes her life hell. But when the attraction overtakes the hatred. Mia soon discovers that the man she is attracted to isn't who he says he is, and the woman he is attracted to isn't who he thinks she is. Lies, secrets, and betrayal threatens to tear them apart. Will their attraction conquer it all? Or will they be consumed in the web that entangles them together? I mean is attraction even worth fighting for?

The hot triplet step-brothers. A powerful bully alpha. A dotting royal blood vampire from past life. And a mischievous half blood. One wolfless girl. All in one, a sensually sizzling fluff romance under one roof! Every man has only one aim; win Svetlana’s heart and mark her as mate. The prize? Moon stone and the girl. The reverse harem competition brings everyone’s true intentions. Lust, greed, pity, conspiracy and evil. Svetlana has to pick one man as per the rules. Each guy comes with his own burden and illicit intentions. How big of the risk will she take and for whom? Find out in this wh*r*-ible experience of all the F's one could think about.