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Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type. Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him. However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor." The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years. Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller. He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark. He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it. Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion. When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian." Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance. At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start. She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie. But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world.

He needed to stop. This wasn't why he'd followed her. He had only wanted to finally speak with her about their arrangement. But his body wouldn't let him– her flushed face sent ripples of hot need coursing right through him. A moan escaped her, shattering what little self-control he maintained. ------ Six years ago, Gabrielle walked away from Edward Harrington with nothing but a broken heart and a secret growing inside her. Now she's back- not for love, not for forgiveness, but because she has run out of choices. With a daughter to protect, a mother slipping away, and poverty closing in, Gabrielle steps into a world she no longer recognizes: Edward's world. A world of wealth, power, quiet cruelty, and memories that refuse to stay buried. Edward is no longer the boy who once loved her. He is colder. Sharper. Untouchable. And he knows exactly how much power he holds. As past desire collides with present resentment, Gabrielle must survive a house where she doesn't belong, a society that judges her at a glance, and a man who wants control more than reconciliation. But the most dangerous truth of all? Their past never ended. And their daughter is standing right between them. Love. Power. Humiliation. Desire. Revenge. In the Harrington estate, nothing is gentle-and nothing is free.

Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon. But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed. The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar. "Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature." Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread. But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside.

Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor. When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself. Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets. When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.

The crystal champagne flute felt cool against my fingers as I navigated through the crowd of Washington's elite. The war veterans' reception was in full swing, the grand ballroom of the Capitol glittering with chandeliers and the polished medals of military heroes. My husband Callum had been pulled into a conversation with the Defense Secretary, leaving me to mingle alone among the political labyrinth of senators, generals, and their wives. "Luisa," I called softly, spotting my adopted sister across the room. "Would you like to join me for some air? It's getting rather stuffy in here." Luisa Morrison—always hovering in my shadow, always reaching for something just beyond her grasp. Today she wore a dress that complemented her delicate features, but I could see the tension in her shoulders as she smiled at me. "Of course, Mia. Let me just get us some champagne first." I watched as she glided toward the bar, her movements graceful but hesitant. Something about her seemed off tonight—a nervous energy that made me want to protect her, as I always had since my parents adopted her into our family.

One night led to one mistake that changed everything. Liora-Belle Hart never expected the man she slept with on the worst night of her life to disappear without a trace. But when she discovered she was pregnant weeks later, the stranger was long gone—and so was her chance at answers. Determined to raise her unborn twins alone, Liora’s world shattered again the moment her twins were taken away from her at birth. She didn't get to even hold them or see what they looked like. She cursed him, despised him and vowed never to forgive him. 17 years later, the man she despised so much appeared at her doorstep with one request in mind. “Be My Woman.” She was never supposed to fall for him. She was never supposed to forgive him. And he was never supposed to fall in love with the woman he broke.

The pain struck like lightning through my abdomen, doubling me over so violently that I crashed into the kitchen counter. My breath came in sharp gasps as another wave of agony twisted through my torso, radiating outward until every nerve screamed in protest. "Mom," I whispered, then louder, "Mom!" But she was already rushing past me toward the living room, her arms laden with heating pads and chamomile tea. "Alessandra, sweetheart, how are you feeling now? David, help me prop up these pillows behind her back." I pressed my palm against the counter, knuckles white as another spasm seized my middle. The Christmas tree lights blurred through tears I refused to let fall. "Please," I managed, my voice barely audible above the family's concerned chatter. "The heating pad isn't warm enough," Alessandra murmured from the couch, her voice carrying that familiar whine that had haunted my high school years. "And could someone get me the ginger tea instead? This chamomile tastes awful." My brother David immediately jumped to attention.

After being dropped by one hundred international corporations, my soon-to-be-ex mate, Shawn Russell, the Beta of our pack, started to suspect something was off when he was visiting his young assistant's parents. He quickly called Taylor, a Gamma in our pack: “Dahlia found out about my fake mate bond story with Rosalina, and she didn’t make a fuss?” Taylor was puzzled: “Don’t you remember? You signed Dahlia’s resignation yourself, and she left a mate bond dissolution agreement behind when she left.” The color drained from Shawn’s face as he remembered sneaking away to the countryside with Rosalina Wallace, the Omega he’d been flaunting in front of the pack. On the pack’s communal mind link, my normally detached mate was showing off his ability to speak eighteen languages to impress distant relatives. The caption read, “Translator mate shows off his talents in front of the family!” I liked and commented: “A perfect match.” Shawn called immediately, his voice laced with irritation: “Who gave you permission to post that comment? How is Rosalina supposed to manage this at work now?” “She’s ridiculed back home; as her manager, it’s normal for me to support her. If you keep causing drama and embarrassing me, we might as well end this!” I smirked and hung up, keen on keeping up this act. I glanced at the calendar; just two days until the mate bond dissolution waiting period ends. It was the first time I'd hung up on Shawn. During our five-year bond, he always relied on my love for him to force me into compromise.

The morning air carried the scent of pine and dew as I watched Emma struggle to keep pace with the other pups. My daughter's small legs pumped harder, her face set with determination that reminded me so much of myself. Two older pups—Jacob and Mia from the Delta families—snickered as they deliberately bumped into her, sending her tumbling off the narrow training path. My wolf, Luna, growled inside me. *Protect our pup.* *We can't draw attention,* I reminded her, though every maternal instinct screamed to intervene. Instead, I bit my lower lip and hung back, suppressing the Alpha aura I'd inherited from my father. For years, I'd dimmed my light to let Marcus shine. As the Beta of Moonstone Pack, my mate needed to command respect without his mate interfering. "Get up, runt," Jacob taunted as Emma picked herself up, dirt smudging her cheek. I took a measured breath.

The words "I do" had barely left my lips when the world exploded into golden light. One moment I was standing at the altar of St. Mary's Cathedral, my hands trembling as I held Dante's warm fingers, the familiar scent of lilies and candle wax filling my lungs. The next, a brilliant radiance erupted from nowhere, swallowing everything—the stained glass windows, the rows of guests in their Sunday best, even Dante's face inches from mine. My wedding dress whipped around my legs as if caught in an impossible wind. The golden light wasn't just bright; it was alive, pulsing through my veins like liquid fire. I tried to scream Dante's name, but the sound died in my throat as the light consumed everything I'd ever known. Then, silence. Cold stone pressed against my knees. The acrid smell of torch smoke replaced the sweet church incense.

Seraphine Vale is whisked away to Aetherborn Academy after a terrifying magical incident, she expects answers, not four dangerously captivating boys who seem unnervingly drawn to her. Alaric, the cold vampire noble. Kade, the brooding werewolf with eyes like storms. Damien, the charming dragon prince. And Lucien, the beautiful, unreadable incubus who invades her dreams. Each boy reacts to Seraphine as if they've known her far longer than she's been alive... and each one's powers surge unpredictably around her. As forbidden feelings spark and jealousy rises, Seraphine discovers a chilling truth: a prophecy ties her fate to theirs and to a sealed ancient power capable of either saving or destroying their world. Dark forces begin stirring beneath the Academy, hunting her magic... and her heart. To survive, Seraphine must unravel the mystery of who she really is and which boy she can trust when love itself might set the prophecy in motion. Because awakening the Aetherborn doesn't just change her destiny. It changes everyone around her.

"Sandra, why did you wear that slutty clothes to the nightclub?" He asked her, anger flicking in his eyes. "You are a naughty girl," he murmured, before circling her and stopping suddenly to bite her hard on her ears. "That's for showing what's mine out!" Prof Tyler murmured before his right hand moved down to her fat ass and spanked her hard. "Argggggh," Sandra screamed. "You get treated like a slut if you act like one," Prof Tyler said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass. "I'm... so... sorry.. daddy," Sandra whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words, Tyler's eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously. "This is mine," He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. "And I don't want you showing other riff raffs what belongs to me!" He snapped * Dive into this gripping tale as Sandra faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Sandra discovers that Professor Tyler is a werewolf. Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall?

Maya Bennett never expected to cross paths with Lucas Thoreau again not after high school, not after life pulled them in different directions, and certainly not inside a corporate boardroom years later. Their reunion is cold. Professional. Controlled. But beneath the silence lies unfinished history. Now a medical student struggling to build her future, Maya finds herself caught between her steady boyfriend Josh and the dangerous pull of Lucas the powerful CEO whose presence awakens everything she tried to bury. What begins as coincidence slowly spirals into betrayal, obsession, and devastating secrets. When lies surface, friendships shatter, and one woman's jealousy turns deadly, Maya is forced into a nightmare she never saw coming losing her freedom, her reputation, and almost her unborn child. Lucas must confront the consequences of his silence. Sophie hides a truth capable of destroying lives. Josh's loyalty is tested by greed and temptation. And Maya must learn that survival sometimes means letting go of the man you love. In a world of wealth, deception, and broken trust, Waiting in the Shadows is a gripping story of first love, second chances, and the painful cost of believing the wrong person. Because sometimes, love doesn't save you. Sometimes, it leaves you waiting in the shadows

For four years, I played the perfect, naive, low-income wife to my wealthy husband Duke, completely hiding my true identity as a top-secret DARPA scientist. On our anniversary, I discovered he was having an affair with an old-money socialite named Adelia. He used our marital assets to buy her a half-million-dollar Birkin bag, but that wasn't the worst part. While hiding in a parking garage, I recorded him telling his mistress that the daily prenatal vitamins he lovingly gave me were actually high-dose contraceptives. He had secretly sterilized me to ensure I would never produce a "low-class" heir, planning to toss me aside with a tiny settlement in six months. When I confronted him, he violently attacked me, smashed my head against a marble dresser, and locked me in our bedroom. I thought of the four years I spent crying in doctors' offices, blaming my own body for my infertility, while he held my hand and comforted me with perfect, monstrous concern. I didn't wait to be punished. I climbed down the second-story balcony in the dark, leaving behind every diamond and luxury bag he had ever given me. Sitting in the back of a taxi, I wiped the blood from my forehead and opened a secure app on my phone. "Divorce fraud. Initiate sequence." It was time for him to finally meet Dr. Patterson.

Erich died in a freezing cabin, abandoned by the powerful Hollywood actor who had kept him as an abused, captive pet. But instead of finding peace, his eyes snapped open in a rundown bedroom. He had been reborn into the body of a suicidal stranger. The original owner, who shared his exact name, had swallowed a bottle of pills after being framed for plagiarism and destroyed by cyberbullying. Now, his new family was drowning in medical debt and facing foreclosure. Meanwhile, Erich was still paralyzed by the severe PTSD of his past life, suffocating at the mere memory of his ex's footsteps. Desperate to shed his trauma, he went to a barbershop to cut off the greasy hair hiding his new face. But when the barber removed the cape, a wave of pure, unadulterated terror crashed over Erich. Staring back in the mirror was his exact original face, complete with his signature teardrop mole. He knew if his psychopathic ex saw this face, the man would tear the world apart to drag him back to his personal hell in Malibu. But Erich refused to be a victim again. He grabbed a flyer for a prestigious art competition and looked at his stunned new sister. "I'm going to New York." This time, he wouldn't hide. He was going to use his art to save this broken family and declare war on everyone who had ruined them.

Eloise was the adopted stray of the wealthy Foreman family, mocked daily for her tarot cards and dismissed as a mentally unstable burden. When her adoptive father suddenly collapsed with thick, black veins pulsing up his neck, they didn't blame his corrupt real estate deals. They blamed her. "She's a witch! She cursed me!" Mitch roared, ordering his doctor and armed guards to forcefully drain her blood to cure his supernatural toxin. Her adoptive mother revoked her trust fund and threatened to drag her to a psych ward. Her spoiled sister threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at her feet, laughing as the security team cornered Eloise against the wall. Eloise stared coldly at the family that had abused her for years. They had dug up a sacred burial ground to build condos, bringing this deadly curse upon themselves, yet they wanted to bleed her dry to survive. Just as the guards lunged, the heavy oak doors were violently shoved open. An aristocratic butler stepped through the freezing rain, flanked by elite operatives who snapped the guards' legs in seconds. He dropped a three-billion-dollar trust document onto the table as mere "compensation" for her shelter. "Please, Miss Palmer," the butler bowed deeply, offering her pristine white gloves. "Do not dirty your hands in this place." Leaving her adoptive father to his midnight death sentence, Eloise stepped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, ready to reclaim her place in a hidden global dynasty.

On the day of my engagement, my adopted sister, Hunter, stormed in, tearfully claiming she had been attacked. The next day, I was ambushed by a gang of thugs in an alley. The embarrassing photos spread like wildfire on social media. I rushed home in tears, hoping my family would help, but they all just laughed. "Did you seriously think anyone would care about you?" they mocked. "We just hired someone to pretend, as a prank." I stood there, feeling as if I'd been dropped into an icy abyss. --- Bruised and wearing a tattered Victorian-style dress, I had dark marks encircling my wrists and blood stains on my thighs. My brother, Nixon, glanced at me with a smirk. "What's wrong? Reliving the fun?

Mi vida no siempre ha sido la mejor, quedé huérfana a los 4 años, engañada y embarazada a los 16, echada del orfanato antes de cumplir 17, y ahora a los 21, la vida me pone a prueba de nuevo, esta vez como empleada de los gemelos Constantini, de los cuales uno es el padre de mis mellizos, ¿el problema? Es que no se cual. No importa lo que el destino me depare, no temeré mal alguno, porque ustedes estarán conmigo, uno para todos y todos para uno, sé que mis tres amigos y hermanos de orfanato me protegen, esta vez no estoy sola. Pero lo más importante, se quién soy y lo que me corresponde por ser hija del gran Greco Johnson, no todo es lo que parece, pero solo con el tiempo me di cuenta de eso.

The stadium lights blinded me as I stood in the center of the arena, my chest heaving with exertion and triumph. The roar of the crowd pressed against my eardrums like a physical force, but I barely heard it. My Delta squad surrounded me, their faces flushed with victory, but my eyes were fixed on the Alpha's box high above the stadium. My heart hammered against my ribs as I scanned the elevated seating. Tonight was the night. It had to be. Six years of secrecy, of whispered promises in the darkness, of hiding what the Moon Goddess herself had ordained—all of it would end tonight. 'We did it, Jules,' Nolan's voice cut through my thoughts, his hand clasping my shoulder with a strength that matched his steady presence. 'Flawless execution. You led us perfectly.' I nodded, my throat tight with anticipation rather than pride.

The pack run had been Marcelo's idea. He'd announced it three days prior at the weekly council meeting, his Alpha tone leaving no room for debate. A show of unity, he'd called it. A reminder that the Black Moon Pack moved as one body, one purpose. I'd watched him from my seat at the far end of the table—the Luna's chair, though I'd stopped feeling like a Luna months ago—and said nothing. Petra Voss had nodded approvingly. The other council members had murmured their agreement. Rosalina, seated closer to Marcelo than protocol allowed, had smiled that soft, adoring smile she always wore around him. I should have known then. The territory's northern river was swollen from early spring melt, the current fast and mean.

Lila Richmond has a secret that could destroy her,she's harboring feelings for her stepbrother Ryan Callaway. When her worst nightmare comes true and her old bully Cassandra becomes Ryan's girlfriend, Lila thinks things can't get worse. But she was wrong.Hockey bad boy Derek Stone knows her secret, and he's offering a dangerous deal - fake date him to throw everyone off her trail. But as their pretend romance heats up, Lila discovers that Derek's cold reputation hides something she never expected. Will their fake relationship survive when real feelings get in the way? And what happens when the truth comes out?

On the fifth anniversary of my father' s death, I discovered my fiancé, Graham, was having an affair with my sister, Hollie. The betrayal was compounded by a second, more devastating secret: Hollie was pregnant with his child. All this, while I was secretly carrying his baby too. He swore his loyalty to me, calling betrayal the ultimate sin, all while planning a future with her. He dismissed her as a "childish infatuation" to my face, then rushed to her side for a "family emergency." I followed him and watched them embrace, heard him promise her fireworks and my life. I saw her hand him a gift, then he carried her inside. The door closed on their shared secret, and on my entire world. My sister then sent me a picture of her ultrasound, taunting me to leave quietly. She thought she had won. But she didn't know I had already made a call. Three days later, as Graham stood with a visibly pregnant Hollie at the chapel where we were supposed to get married, he saw my car speed past. His face twisted in horror as he realized I was gone. Not just leaving, but disappearing completely. Three years later, I returned, no longer his fiancée, but Dr. Cross, a powerful strategist he couldn't touch. And he was just a man desperate to get back what he had destroyed.

When everything she built was reduced to ashes, she had only two choices surrender or rise. Left with nothing but scars and unanswered questions, a young woman must face a world that no longer waits for the broken. Betrayal, loss, and hardship try to bury her, but from the ruins, something stronger begins to form. This is not a story about luck. It is a story about resilience. About standing again when the fall should have ended everything. Rise From The Ashes is an inspiring journey of survival, growth, and quiet strength where every step forward is a victory earned.