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River Wilson has her entire life planned: earn top grades, avoid distractions, and graduate as valedictorian. Love? Boys? Drama? Not on the schedule. But her perfect plan unravels the moment she steps into her new university apartment... and finds Taylor DeLuca shirtless, tattooed, and infuriatingly smug, standing in her kitchen. Thanks to a university housing glitch and a name too ambiguous to question, River ends up living with the one thing she promised to avoid: a boy who looks like trouble and acts like he invented it. Now she's armed with a list of house rules, a schedule tighter than her ponytail, and one unbreakable boundary: no flirting. But Taylor has a smirk that makes her forget her rules... and a past that's more complicated than his cocky charm lets on. What happens when the girl who has everything under control is forced to live with the boy who thrives on chaos? Let's just say... Rule Number Eight is about to get broken.

Blood Moon Covenant is a dark paranormal romance that collides horror, desire, and ancient power into a seductive, high-stakes saga. Born a werewolf heir and forged through betrayal, Mara Valen is violently transformed into the one creature her kind swore to destroy-a vampire. But the curse doesn't end there. She awakens as something impossible: a hybrid whose existence threatens the fragile truce between supernatural clans. At the center of the chaos stands Lucien Draven, a lethal vampire lord bound to Mara by blood, fate, and an attraction neither of them can resist. Their chemistry is volatile-every glance a challenge, every touch a temptation that could ignite war. As the Blood Moon approaches, rival covenants, ancient prophecies, and hidden enemies close in, each seeking to claim or kill Mara before she discovers the full extent of her power. Dark rituals, forbidden desire, and brutal vengeance intertwine as Mara must decide whether to become the weapon everyone fears-or the queen no one can control. But the Blood Moon demands a price. And when the final ritual begins, Mara learns the truth behind her creation- one that ends with Lucien making a choice that could save her... or condemn the entire supernatural world. The covenant is sealed. The moon is rising. And the real war has only just begun. 🩸🌕

I’m a CIA operative known as "The Auditor," and for months, I’ve played the role of a pathetic, abused ward in Basil Dean’s mansion. My mission was simple: gather intel on a paranoid billionaire while pretending to be a girl who flinches at her own shadow and knows nothing of the world. The balance shattered when Basil found a photo of me smiling at a local mechanic. He didn't just get angry; he dragged me into his soundproof vault, his leather-gloved thumb pressing into my carotid artery to feel the frantic, terrified thrum of my heart. He tagged me with a ruby bracelet—a high-tech tracking device that reported my GPS and biometrics to his phone every second. His stepsister, Corine, smelled blood in the water, accusing me of theft while Basil watched my heart rate spike on his screen like a lab rat in a cage. I was trapped in a gilded nightmare, forced to scrub floors and endure his predatory stares while a fifty-thousand-dollar shackle recorded my every breath. I couldn't tell if he was a grieving recluse or a shark playing with his food, but every time my signal dropped, he was there, looming in the shadows, waiting for me to slip up. I was drowning in a game where the rules changed every time I tried to fight back, and the agency was starting to think I’d turned. To end the charade, I handed the bracelet back to him in front of the entire kitchen staff, a public rejection of his twisted ownership. Basil didn't blink; he took a heavy meat mallet and smashed the ruby to dust right in front of me before making a phone call that turned my mission into a death trap. "Get the prenup ready," he hissed, his eyes burning with a terrifying, sane obsession. "I'm marrying her."

The encrypted message arrived on the eve of my father's fifth death anniversary. I was sitting alone in my private study, a glass of untouched wine beside me, when my secure tablet chimed with an incoming transmission. My heart stuttered—that particular tone belonged to my father's old military communication network, a channel I thought had been shut down years ago. My fingers trembled as I entered the authentication codes. The message was brief, containing only a single photograph and a few lines of text. The image showed classified documents with my father's distinctive handwriting in the margins—the same documents that had "proven" his treason. But something was wrong. The attached handwriting analysis clearly showed the forgery. "General Nelson's genuine signature exhibits a characteristic pressure variation that these documents lack. The forgery is sophisticated but detectable under spectral analysis." The message was signed simply: "A friend who knew the truth." I pressed my palm against my mouth, stifling a gasp.

It was a Tuesday evening. The Midnight Wolves training facility was completely empty. The only sound in my office was the low, steady hum of the air conditioning. I sat at my desk, reviewing strategy VODs for the upcoming Fall Split. My phone buzzed. Then it buzzed again. Within ten seconds, the screen lit up with a continuous, unbroken stream of notifications. Texts from staff. Mentions on X. Missed calls from sponsors.

Clara Veyron's life falls apart in a single night, her fiancé's betrayal, her best friend's lies, and a storm that leaves her wandering the streets alone. But heartbreak is nothing compared to what she finds next: a wounded stranger with silver eyes, a man whose very presence pulls her into a world she was never meant to see. Kael Arden is no ordinary man. He is Alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack, bound by a curse that has destroyed every human woman who dared to love him. He swore never to claim a mate again, or to risk another innocent life. Until Clara's touch heals what should have been fatal, and awakens a bond that should not exist. Now Clara is hunted by rivals who see her as the key to Kael's downfall, and despised by wolves who call her unworthy of their Alpha. Torn between her humanity and the fierce call of the wolf bond, she must choose: walk away from the man who could ruin her career and life, or fight beside him against enemies who would see them both destroyed. But Kael has only one choice left. And this time, fate has given him something to lose.

"All I want is your body for a night. Give it to me, and I'll see to it that your mother survives. That was the proposal. cold, ruthless, and unstoppable. It was never intended for Scarlett Boone to come into contact with the underworld. But when hope was evaporating and her mother's life was in jeopardy, desperation drove her to take a risky risk and kiss a stranger in the dark. Everything changed on that one kiss. The unidentified individual? Fearsome Mafia Don Jaxon Creed was a cold-blooded billionaire who was accustomed to getting his way. And he wants Scarlett immediately. Just one evening. Not a thing. However, both of them are unwilling to confront some things that are buried deep in their history. Jaxon's demand for one night turns into a hazardous addiction as his obsession grows. Additionally, the price of that night might be higher than any of them had anticipated when lust and treachery clash. It was a desperate bargain. a passion from which neither can break free. and a history that has the power to destroy everything. Will one careless evening burn them both to ashes or spark something genuine?

To the outside world, I was the envy of every she-wolf as the fiancée of Alpha Kael. But inside the gilded cage of his pack house, I was a ghost. I molded myself into perfection for him, wearing the colors he liked and suppressing my own voice. Until I walked past his study and saw him with Lyra—the orphan he called his "sister." His hand rested intimately on her thigh as he laughed, telling her, "Elara is just a political necessity. You are the moon in my sky." My heart shattered, but the physical blow came days later. During a training exercise, the safety cable snapped. I fell twenty feet, shattering my leg. Lying in the dirt, gasping through the pain, I watched my Fated Mate run. Not to me. He ran to Lyra, who was burying her face in his chest, feigning terror. He comforted her while I bled. Later, in the infirmary, I heard him whisper to her, "She won't die. It will just teach her who the real Luna is." He knew. He knew she had sabotaged the rope with silver, and he was protecting her attempted murder. The final thread of my love incinerated into ash. The next morning, I walked into the Council Hall, threw a thick file on the table, and looked the Elders in the eye. "I am dissolving the engagement," I stated coldly. "And I am withdrawing my family's silver supply. I will starve this Pack until you beg." Kael laughed, thinking I was bluffing. He didn't notice the lethal Beta from the rival pack standing in the shadows behind me, ready to help me burn Kael's kingdom to the ground.

My husband, Dax, was cold and distant, obsessed with his ex-girlfriend, Frida. His neglect cost me our first child. Then, Frida' s schemes cost me my dream job. When I became pregnant again, Dax abandoned me while I was in agony to rush to Frida's side for a minor scratch. This time, I didn't just lose the baby-I almost died. He never even visited me in the hospital. Instead, he was photographed comforting Frida, his "one true love." His mother finally revealed the truth: Dax's loyalty stemmed from a twisted childhood memory. He believed he had saved Frida from a traumatic event, a debt he felt he owed her for life. But as I lay broken, a memory of my own surfaced. A dark warehouse. A kind boy who saved me. A promise whispered. It wasn't Dax. His entire devotion to Frida was built on a lie. Now, he stands on my doorstep in Argentina, begging for a second chance after I've filed for divorce. He doesn't know that I know his secret. And I'm about to burn his world to the ground.

My husband sat at the head of the table, cutting into his medium-rare steak like a king. To the world, Brendan Wiggins was a legitimate businessman. To me, he was the Mafia Don whose empire I had built brick by digital brick. Then my burner phone vibrated against my thigh. It wasn't a threat from a rival gang. It was a photo of a positive pregnancy test sent by his mistress. I watched a video of him in her apartment—a place he visited while I thought he was working. I heard him tell her, "Ellery is functional. She handles the books. But you’re giving me the legacy. She’s just the furniture I keep to impress guests." He had taken the trauma of the car crash that left me infertile—the crash he caused—and used it to mock me with another woman. He thought I was his broken doll. He thought I was safe because I was dependent on him. He forgot that I was the Architect. I designed the encrypted channels that kept him out of prison. I controlled the offshore accounts. I didn't cry. I simply applied a coat of blood-red lipstick and tapped a dormant script on my smartwatch. While he poured me a glass of wine and called me his "sanctuary," I drained fifty million dollars from his shell companies. I wasn't just leaving. I had an appointment with a black-market neuroscientist to chemically erase my memories. By tomorrow, Brendan wouldn't just be bankrupt; to me, he wouldn't even exist.

BLURB Rejected on the night of her mate-bonding ceremony, Aria Valen was cast out of the Moonshade Pack, branded weak and worthless, an Alpha-born girl with no wolf, no worth, and no future. She fled, vanished and died, according to the pack's whispers. But three years later, she returns, not as a broken girl... but as a powerful Luna reborn in mystery, danger, and fire. Enrolled in Lycanridge University, the elite school for werewolf royalty, she intends to stay under the radar. That is, until she crosses paths with Kael Draven, the mate who once rejected her. Only now, he's the student Alpha, respected, desired, engaged and still very much cursed by what he did. But Aria has changed, she's stronger, deadlier, hunted, hiding something ancient. And Kael, he wants her back. Too bad, because this time, Aria isn't here for love. She's here for secrets, she's here for answers and she just might destroy the pack that once destroyed her.

After waking up from a five-year coma, I expected a warm embrace from my Fated Mate, Alpha Caleb. Instead, I was greeted with disgust. Standing beside a woman named Hailie, Caleb accused me of being a traitor. He claimed I had sold pack secrets and faked my coma to escape punishment. My own brother, Fitz—the boy I had sacrificed my wolf spirit to save—stood by and let them condemn me to protect his own stolen power. My life became a living hell. Caleb locked me in a sauna filled with toxic Wolfsbane vapor. He burned my skin with silver-laced water while Hailie laughed. And finally, he watched me fall from a roof, leaving me to die broken and alone on the concrete. It was only after my death that he discovered the truth: Hailie was the real spy, and I was innocent. Consumed by guilt, Caleb burned to death beside my coffin, praying for a second chance. The Moon Goddess heard him. Time rewound. Caleb woke up back to the day I opened my eyes. This time, he banished Hailie instantly. He treated me like a fragile treasure, filling my room with roses and vowing to protect me from the world. He thinks he has been given a miracle to fix his mistakes. He thinks he can make me fall in love with him again. But there is one thing my "perfect" mate doesn't realize. I didn't lose my memory in the reset. I remember every single way he killed me.

Seraphina's late mother's business of housing seniors is now in control of her wicked stepfather, Silas Creed. With her loved ones under his hostile care, she is eager to obey his demands to keep them safe. Including acting as a spy in the Thorne Corporation for intel that will dismantle his rival's empire. But, entangling herself with the stoic, brooding, and infamous billionaire, Jaxon Thorne, throws a wrench in her plan. Intrigued by his ruthless desire for her and knowing lies being his arch enemy, the threat of her stepfather becomes vague in her mind. With Seraphina deeply involved with Thorne, she risks far more than she had expected. Love. Loyalty. And lives.

The curtains in our Upper East Side penthouse are always drawn. Jonathan prefers it that way—says the light hurts his eyes. I've learned to navigate our apartment in perpetual dusk, my fingers trailing along familiar walls as I move from room to room. "Emily?" Jonathan's voice floats from the bedroom. "Are you still here?" "Just getting your medication ready," I call back, my voice steady despite the knot in my stomach. Ten years of practice has taught me to hide my frustration well. I arrange the pills in neat rows on his bedside table—blood pressure medication at 8 AM, eye drops at noon, vitamins at 3 PM. The routine never varies. Dr. Chen says consistency is crucial for Jonathan's condition.

After four years of fighting cancer, I could hold on no longer. Before the end, I wanted one last look at the old Redbrick Factory housing where I’d lived with my parents. Just as I moved to enter, a black Phaeton pulled up. Behind the window sat Gregory—the man I’d hated for seven years. Impeccably dressed, a gleaming gold watch on his wrist, he looked at me as though I were a stranger. “Why are you back?” he asked. I tightened my grip on the old key in my pocket. “I’m going home. Is that a problem?” Pushing the car door open, he stepped out and raised a hand as if to touch my forehead. I jerked away. Between him and me, love had died a long time ago. The time I had left belonged to me alone. … Winter in Rivermouth: the wind cut to the bone. Hugging my threadbare coat tighter, I dragged a battered suitcase and stood before the rusted iron gate of the old Redbrick Factory housing like a ghost—a faded remnant out of place in its own past. Seven years. Everything here looked unchanged, yet felt utterly different. More plaster had flaked from the walls. Moss carpeted the corners, climbing almost to my waist. The air still carried that familiar, old-industrial scent of coal dust. I was about to head inside when a black Phaeton glided silently to a stop beside me. The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face. Gregory. He wore a tailored cashmere coat. On his wrist, a Patek Philippe gold watch accentuated his sharp features—more pronounced, more distant than they’d been seven years before. “Dorothy?” He said my name, a thread of uncertainty in his tone. I nodded. Said nothing. What was there to say? *Long time no see*? Or, *Look, I’m dying, so I came back for a peek at what we used to call home*? His gaze dropped to my misshapen, faded gray gloves. I’d knitted them myself years ago, embroidering a tiny ginkgo leaf on one with white thread. Back then, he’d pointed to a ginkgo tree and said, “See how it holds its fan-shaped leaves until the bitter end? That’s loyalty.” I’d embroidered the leaf as a keepsake of that earnest, foolish promise. Now he wore fine black leather gloves that matched his entire aura—expensive, detached, cold. “Why… are you back?” He seemed to choose his words carefully, finally settling on the most direct, and most cutting, question. Right. Why—why *was* I back? Tugging at the suitcase handle, I kept my voice barely a whisper, stolen by the wind. “I’m going home. Is that a problem?” He frowned slightly, taken aback. *He’s not used to this*, I thought. *The old Dorothy was never prickly.* Of course. The old Dorothy had always been gentle, always compliant with him. “That’s not what I meant.” Stepping out of the car, his tall frame blocked the light in front of me. “Why are you dressed so lightly? You look pale.” He reached out to touch my forehead. Instinctively, I stepped back, avoiding his hand. His arm hung awkwardly in the air before he withdrew it, pretending it was nothing. A heavy, absolute silence settled between us. Between us lay seven years, two lives, and the cancer cells raging through my body—a wasteland beyond all repair. “The house…” He finally grasped for a new topic. “You don’t have a key, do you? I have a spare. I can let you in.” “No need.” Fishing a lone key from my pocket, I showed it to him. “I have it.” It was the one I’d pulled from the door seven years ago, when I left. I’d never thrown it away. Like a brand seared over my heart, it was a constant reminder of what I’d once had, and lost, behind that door. He stared at the key in my hand, his expression complex, finally dissolving into an almost inaudible sigh. “Let me at least carry your suitcase up, then.” He reached for my luggage as if it were the most natural thing. This time, I didn’t refuse. I truly had no strength left. The few kilometers from the station had drained the last of my energy. Lifting the suitcase effortlessly, he walked ahead. I followed, step by step, over the stairs littered with dead leaves, toward the familiar Redbrick Factory apartments. Toward the place where our story began—and where it ended.

The day before the final, my mate orchestrated a devastating scheme to ensure his favored talent, Francesca, would claim victory in the Pack Talent Show and steal the spotlight. As Alpha of the Blue Fang Pack, Leonard Howell’s word was law, and he used his authority to arrange a car accident that left me unable to shift into my wolf form or stand ever again. When I regained consciousness in the pack’s infirmary, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air. Leonard sat beside me, his towering frame dominating the room, his muscles tense even as he casually peeled an apple. His voice was calm, almost detached, as he said, "Arianna, hang in there a bit longer. The Healer says there’s a chance for your legs, so be patient. I’ll call him soon." His words sparked a flicker of hope within me. I reached for the call button, desperate to summon the Healer. But Leonard’s hand shot out, pressing mine down with an iron grip. The strength of an Alpha was overwhelming, and I felt my wrist ache under the pressure.

When I was on the brink of death after failing my training, Alpha Augustine Thompson revealed that my wolf had been severely damaged, and it would take three cycles of recovery before I could fulfill my destiny. Each cycle would be filled with hardship and challenges. In my first life, I fell for Isaac Garcia the moment I caught his scent. He loved me fiercely, vowing to protect me for eternity. But in the end, I died for him, pierced by countless claws on the battlefield. In my second life, I found him again and worked tirelessly to avoid the tragedy of the past, believing we could grow old together. Yet, I was tortured to death by rogues while trying to save him. Now, in my third life, on the eve of our mark ceremony, I sent Halle Crawford into his room. Because the night before, I overheard his conversation with Vincenzo Mitchell, his Beta. "Alpha," Vincenzo said, "you only agreed to mark Aria to provoke Halle.

He was my mate, my Alpha, my everything... until he rejected me. Scarlett Hilary thought being chosen by the Moon Goddess to be Alpha John's mate would save her from a life of slavery. Instead, it became her greatest curse. Publicly humiliated, stripped of her Luna title, and forced back into the slave quarters, she watches as her mate pledges his love and his child to another woman. Broken. Betrayed. Forgotten. But when the Moon Goddess herself whispers of a destiny greater than rejection, Scarlett realizes her journey has only begun. She may have been cast aside as an enslaved Luna... but one day, she will rise higher than anyone ever imagined.

It started with a DM from a guy named Jules. One night on his Yacht. No strings. No promises. Tori thought it was all fun until she caught feelings. What began as a crazy night on his Yacht turned into crazier days... Now she's drowning in a love story that's hotter, messier, and more dangerous than she ever imagined. Because loving Jules comes with one RULE... And love that feels too good never comes without a PRICE...

I stood at the gala, draped in diamonds worth millions, playing the role of the perfect Mafia wife. But the illusion shattered when his mistress walked in wearing a necklace identical to mine—a cattle brand dipped in gold. When I confronted them, Liam didn't defend me. He shoved me aside to protect her. I hit the floor, and as my blood soaked into the white stage, I realized he had killed our unborn child. But the nightmare didn't end there. I woke up to find that Liam had ordered me sedated to "manage my hysteria." The complications from his control and the trauma had forced an emergency hysterectomy. He hadn't just killed his heir; he had stolen my future. Yet, he still tried to lock me in his estate, convinced he could force me to love him again if he just kept me hidden long enough. He thought I was broken. He thought I was his property. He was wrong. With the help of a doctor who had loved me from the shadows for years, I faked my death and vanished. Six months later, the great Don found me in a small-town bookstore, falling to his knees to beg for a second chance. I looked at the man who destroyed me and handed him a single dollar bill. "Loyalty is the only currency, Liam," I said, quoting his own vow back to him. "And you are bankrupt."

After ten years with my boyfriend, Brenton, I overheard him call me "ordinary" on my 28th birthday. He told his friend he'd regret marrying me because my middle-class background wasn't good enough for his wealthy family. The next day, he kicked me out of our home. His mother then paid me to cater a party, serving the very woman she' d always wanted for her son. Ten years of my life, erased. I was disposable, a placeholder they no longer needed. That night, heartbroken and homeless, I did something crazy. I opened a dating app, found a quiet, dependable Marine from high school, and sent him a message. His profile said: "Looking for a serious partner for marriage and family. No games." So I typed out the words that would change my life. "This might sound crazy, but if you're serious about getting married... would you consider marrying me?"

One contract. Two worlds. Zero room for the heart. ​Elena "Ellie" Morrison is a master of the mask. By night, she's the witty, guarded bartender at the city's most exclusive lounge. By day, she's a woman drowning in debt, fighting a losing battle against her brother's mounting medical bills and a past that haunts her every step. She doesn't have time for romance, especially not with a man like Alexander Hartley. ​Alexander Hartley is a man who buys what he wants. ​As the icy CEO of a global empire, Alex lives by logic, duty, and the rigid expectations of his powerful family. He's already engaged to a woman who matches his status-a marriage of convenience designed to secure his legacy. But when he sees the fire behind Ellie's eyes, he makes her an offer she can't afford to refuse: ​Become his mistress. He will pay for everything. But he will give her nothing. ​The rules are simple: No public appearances. No expectations. And absolutely no feelings. ​But as the lines between their agreement and their reality begin to blur, Ellie discovers that Alex is hiding more than just his engagement. Behind his storm-gray eyes lies a man as lonely as she is. In a world of gilded cages and corporate secrets, they must decide if they are willing to burn down their lives for the one thing that wasn't in the contract... ​Love.

Emily Ravens, the last of the rare white wolves, is an outcast in a world that once held her lineage in awe. Rejected by her fated alpha mate and shunned as an orphan, she endures humiliation and bullying from those who once admired her kind. But when a new alpha offers her a chance at acceptance and a place in his pack, Emily faces a choice: confront her painful past or remain forever defined by rejection. In a world where trust is fleeting and ancient bloodlines are both a blessing and a curse, will Emily find the strength to forge a new path and claim her rightful place?

When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth. This school is a prison. Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands. No one remembers how they arrived. No one has ever graduated. No one leaves alive. Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever. At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.