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I adjusted the Hermès scarf around my neck as the first-class cabin filled with passengers. The small luxury was one of the few remnants of my former life that I still allowed myself—a silent rebellion against Ryan's constant scrutiny of my 'elitist' tendencies. Three years of marriage had taught me to keep such indulgences minimal and discreet. The New York to Denver flight was a necessary evil—another business trip that Ryan insisted I handle personally. 'You're the face people trust,' he'd said with that smile that never quite reached his eyes. What he meant was: you're the Lancaster, and we need that pedigree. I settled into my window seat, grateful for the small bubble of peace before returning to Seattle. To him. The thought made my fingers automatically twist my wedding ring—a nervous habit I'd developed, turning the diamond that once symbolized a promise but now felt more like a beautifully crafted shackle. 'Excuse me, that's my seat.' The voice cut through my thoughts like a blade wrapped in silk.

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the Alpha's chambers, casting long shadows across the bed. I pressed my palm against my mouth, swallowing back another wave of nausea. Five years. Five years today since I'd become Luna of the Silverclaw Pack, since I'd sacrificed everything to save these wolves from certain destruction. My wolf, usually so quiet and subdued, suddenly howled within me—a sound of pure joy that startled me. "What is it?" I whispered internally, my hand instinctively moving to my abdomen. *Pup. Our pup. The Alpha's heir.* The realization hit me like a physical blow. Pregnant.

The tablet screen glared up at me, the stark white light illuminating the names that had haunted my nightmares for five long years. *Alpha Dereck. Luna Isabelle. Silver River Pack.* My hand hovered over the digital file, a tremor starting in my fingertips. I clenched my fist immediately, digging my nails into my palm until the sharp sting grounded me. I was not that girl anymore. I was not the wolfless, pathetic little thing that Dereck had thrown away like garbage. I was Katherine, the most sought-after fertility Healer in the state, and I had a waiting list three months long. I stood up and walked to the stainless steel counter, focusing on the rhythmic *clink, clink, clink* of arranging my silver instruments. Speculum.

I was the perfect wife. For three years, I built my husband's empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs. And how did Victor Hale repay me? He stole my womb. He stole my daughter. He stole my freedom. That was the day Aurora Hale died. Now I live as Rhea Ashford - and I want blood. One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother. One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin. When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he'll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me. It's easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon. But Damien isn't just temptation in leather and ink. He's dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own. And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can't tell if I'm the one using him- Or if he's already claimed me as his. TW: This story is intended for 18+ mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual content (including kink, elements of BDSM dynamics), strong language, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY

Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one, the shy one. She stayed in the background, blending in, never getting noticed. She liked it that way. So when she's forced to move schools, she isn't happy. Everyone notices the new kid, and she doesn't want that kind of attention. Especially not from Mr. Bad Boy, who seems a little too interested in her. "She's shy," Brooke shrugged, glancing at Indianna, who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else but in the classroom with them. "Well, come on," Greyson said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I don't bite." Indianna stiffened just like before. "Don't say that," she replied quietly, but there was firmness in her tone now. Greyson raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk forming on his lips. "Did I hit a nerve?" he asked. "Guess you're not as innocent as you look." This is the edited and rewritten version of Shy. All rights reserved.

"I reject you as my mate and Luna of the pack!" Alpha Alvaro announced, causing the once silent market square to explode with gasps of shock. Ximena felt her world go still for a moment as the words echoed in her head. It felt unreal and she heard her heart shattering into a billion pieces. Her face went pale instantly with agony. Having vowed to love his mate and make her the envy of the world, the Alpha's rejection came as a big shock to Ximena. ************************** Unable to continue living in the pack after being stigmatised all her teenage years, she decided to choose a fate worse than death, gambling with her life as she enters into the deadliest territory, driven by hatred and anger.

I was sold to Damien Russo, the ruthless Don of Chicago, as collateral in a shipping route transaction. I was expected to be a silent, obedient bride in a cold, loveless marriage. But the moment I stepped into the Russo estate, I realized my new family wanted to completely destroy me. My mother-in-law, Eleonora, and her arrogant relatives immediately targeted me. They set traps in the solarium, mocked my late mother's heritage, and tried to force me into humiliating submission using their strict mafia traditions. They wanted to break my spirit so Damien would replace me with the bride they actually wanted—a purebred mafia princess. They expected me to cower in fear, isolated and helpless, while the whole family watched my public humiliation and waited for my downfall. Did they really think I was just a fragile girl who would cry and run away? They completely underestimated the survival instincts of a woman who grew up in this bloody world. I learned long ago that tears are worthless. "My rules are simple. Vendetta is a two-way street." Instead of breaking, I smiled. I weaponized their own legendary ancestors and the sacred promise of an unborn heir to trap the Matriarch in her own rules, forcing her into a suffocating silence. If they wanted a war for the throne, I would gladly show them exactly why I am the undisputed Mafia Queen.

The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and lilies as I stood beside the polished mahogany casket, my trembling hand resting protectively over my swollen belly. Christopher's funeral was a blur of black suits and hushed condolences, faces swimming before my tear-filled eyes. Eight years of marriage, of love and sacrifice, reduced to this solemn ceremony in a Hamptons chapel overlooking the very waters that had claimed him. "Mrs. Blake, would you like to sit down?" A gentle hand touched my elbow, but I shook my head. I would stand for Christopher, for our unborn child who would never know their father. The priest's words washed over me like distant waves. "Christopher Blake was taken from us too soon..." I glanced up, catching Eleanor and Richard Blake exchanging a look across the casket. Not grief, not quite, but something secretive, almost... anticipatory.

When Maya walks away from Alvarez, she thinks she's freeing herself from a toxic love. But love doesn't die easily. Alvarez refuses to let go, torn between rage and longing, while a new man steps into Maya's life - calm, patient, everything Alvarez never was. Caught between memory and possibility, Maya must face the truth: can broken love be fixed, or is it better left behind?

*A Second Chance at Sunrise* "When life gives you a do-over, will you seize it? "Alexandra "Lexi" Thompson's life was unraveling. A painful breakup, a stagnant career, and a sense of purpose lost. But then, a mysterious night in Manhattan sends her tumbling back in time-to her 18-year-old self, in small-town Florida. As Lexi navigates her past, she's confronted with unfinished business, old flames, and new possibilities. Will she rekindle her romance with Jake, the high school sweetheart who still holds a piece of her heart? Or will she return to her New York City life, determined to rediscover herself? In this heartwarming, thought-provoking tale of love, loss, and self-discovery, Lexi must choose between two timelines-and two versions of herself . *Will she find her true path in the past or forge a new future?* "A beautifully crafted exploration of identity, love, and the power of second chances." *Genre:* Women's Fiction, Contemporary Romance "Sometimes, the best way forward is to go back."

I was the perfect wife to my producer husband, Braden, enduring his coldness and affairs for one reason: his promise to release my late father's priceless songbook. Then, at a crowded industry party, I watched him kiss his starlet mistress, Destany, for all to see. The humiliation made me collapse, and I woke up in a hospital bed to a shocking truth: I was pregnant. Braden used our unborn child as a leash, playing the role of a devoted husband while secretly continuing his affair. His mistress grew bolder, breaking into our home after taunting me with photos of her and Braden in Tokyo. "That baby is just another obstacle," she whispered, her eyes filled with hate as she lunged at me. In the struggle, she shoved me down our grand staircase. The fall was a blur of sickening thuds and a sharp, searing pain. I lost my child. The one thing that had tied me to him was gone, stolen by his cruelty and her jealousy. The years of his lies and my silent suffering crystallized into a single, cold purpose. When Braden knelt by my hospital bed, sobbing and begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I simply picked up the phone and called my lawyer. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice like ice. "And I'm taking back everything."

My doctor told me I had two weeks before a cerebral hematoma erased all my memories. I called my husband, Griffith, my rock, desperate for his comfort. He hung up on me. A text message followed: Come to the Aurora Gallery. Now. There, I was drugged, stripped naked, and put on a rotating pedestal as a live art installation for his mistress, Beryl. He watched from the crowd, smiling, and kissed her as the audience applauded my humiliation. When I discovered I was pregnant, he hid the sonogram. Then, for Beryl's next "art concept," he had his men drag me to a hospital and forced me to abort our child. He put our baby's body on display in the gallery. After I was kidnapped by men Beryl hired, I called him one last time, begging for my life as they held me over a cliff. He was with her. "Stop this nonsense," he said, annoyed, before hanging up. They cut the rope, and I plunged into the icy sea. But I didn't die. I woke up in Florence with no memory, a new name, and a kind man named Conner who nursed me back to health. Two years later, I returned to New York on Conner's arm, ready to attend our engagement party. And I saw him in the crowd, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Adelia?" he whispered, his face a mask of hope and horror. "Is that really you?"

"You're forever going to be enslaved to me, Kaia" Xendith snarled. "And I won't let you leave until I ruin you" *** The story begins with Kaia, an omega running into the woods at night to avoid being hanged to death by Alpha Beckett, the alpha king of Buckmoon pack where Kaia hails from. Alpha Beckett strongly believes that Kaia had a hand in killing his son, Matteo the night before their mating ceremony. Beckett catches up with Kaia and just as he's about to take action, Xendith, an hybrid alpha from sturgeon moon pack swoops in. He pretends to be Kaia's mate as he saves her from the clutches of Beckett's hands. After being able to get rid of Beckett, Xendith gives Kaia to choices; to be his mate or be abandoned in the woods. Kaia choses to be his mate. She follows Xendith back to his pack where she realizes that she's not just a mate to Xendith but also his three brothers; Aklan (the player), Pliar ( cool-headed yet rational) and Cali (the book-worm).

Ten years ago, I saved the life of New York’s most dangerous mob boss with a sewing kit. I gave Ethan Reed my youth, my loyalty, and my heart. But the moment his ex-girlfriend Chloe returned, I became disposable. It didn't matter that she had abandoned him. It didn't matter that she poisoned me, killing the unborn child Ethan didn't even know we had. When Chloe needed a kidney transplant due to her drug abuse, Ethan didn't protect me. He strapped me to a gurney. "It's just one kidney, Ava. You owe me." He harvested my organ to save the woman who murdered his heir. And when he was done, he decided I was a loose end. He dragged me to the edge of a bridge in the pouring rain. "This is how it ends," he said, his eyes devoid of love. "A tragic suicide." He pushed me into the freezing water, watching me drown to secure his happy ending. He thought I was dead. He thought the canary had sung its last song. But he forgot one thing. I was the chemist who built his empire. When his greatest rival pulled me out of the river, I didn't pray for salvation. I prayed for revenge. Three months later, I walked into his charity gala on the arm of his enemy, wearing a white suit and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. Ethan dropped to his knees when he saw me. But I wasn't there to forgive him. I was there to burn his house down.

My marriage to the cold New York tycoon, Eli Drake, was supposed to be an impossible love story. I was the rebellious artist who had chased him across continents, believing I' d found my soulmate. Then I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. Our three-year marriage was a lie, a charade designed to protect his fragile sister-in-law, Kala. I was just the "lightning rod," strong enough to take the hits meant for her. The worst part? He' d secretly had a vasectomy, letting me endure his family' s scorn for being "barren" while he knew the truth all along. It all clicked into place: the public humiliations, the framed financial crimes, the "accidents" that left me scarred. They systematically broke me, forcing me to give a piece of my own skin to heal Kala and staging a car crash that landed me in prison. Eli' s justification was always the same: "Kala is delicate. Not like you." He thought I was strong enough to take it, that my defiance was a tool he could use. He exiled me, thinking I was broken and forgotten. He was wrong. I reinvented myself as the celebrated artist 'Lark.' And when he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness on a global stage, I knew my moment had come. My revenge would be a masterpiece.

"I've tried to not want you, but everytime I'm near you, my whole being craves for you. It's not supposed to be that way, Lola," I held in an excited scream. Even though I was happy, I still had a mission to accomplish. "Then let's play a game. Let's get rid of all these sexual tension between us. I'm sure one night will be enough to clear it away," "One night," He growled. "One night is all there will be," In one quick movement, my towel dropped to the floor with his lips devouring mine. ~~~~ Lola thought her life had come to an end when she lost her father, but it was only an invitation to a new phase when she accidentally meets her late father's best friend in a club. A myriad of sparks flicker at first sight, but he never pays any attention to her until one rainy evening, followed by a passionate steamy night, Rowan falls twice harder for the lady he's supposed to protect. Now he's ready to fight the world and even his son to keep the woman he's hopelessly in love with by his side.

I stood in the center of my Manhattan penthouse, staring at the empty satin hanger where my custom Vera Wang gown should have been. It was a masterpiece of silk and pearls that had taken six months to perfect for my wedding to the billionaire heir, Boston Travis. Then my phone buzzed. Boston’s voice was a flat line, devoid of the love he’d promised me for four years. "The wedding is off, Florrie. I’m marrying your sister, Asia." He told me Asia was dying of Stage 4 cancer and her "final wish" was to be a bride—wearing my dress. He had sent his security team to my home with a spare key to steal the gown, claiming it was Travis property since his family accounts paid the bill. My stepmother texted me minutes later, demanding I vacate my own beach house so the "dying" girl could have a honeymoon. When I tried to protest, Boston snapped at me. "How could you be so heartless? She’s your sister. Have some compassion." They expected me to play the part of the discarded woman while they paraded my life around as a PR stunt. I realized then that Asia hadn't just taken my dress; she had spent her entire life stealing my father's love and my peace, always playing the fragile angel while I was cast as the villain. I didn't cry. I sat at my desk, opened my contacts, and relabeled Boston Travis as "TARGET." If they wanted a tragic story, I would give them a massacre. I reclaimed my mother’s multi-million dollar trust, seized the deed to the beach house, and walked into Asia’s hospital room with a lit sparkler to expose the truth behind her "terminal" illness. As I slapped Boston in the hospital lobby in front of a dozen recording iPhones, I realized I didn't need a husband. I needed a clean slate—and I was going to burn their empire to get it.

The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed three times, its somber tones echoing through our silent house. I'd been tossing and turning for hours, the empty space beside me growing colder as the night wore on. Rowan hadn't come to bed again. I wrapped my silk robe around my shoulders and padded down the hallway toward the soft glow emanating from his study. The door was ajar, and I paused before pushing it open, my heart already knowing what I'd find. Rowan hunched over his desk, his tall frame curved like a question mark, fingers flying across his keyboard. The blue light from his computer screen cast harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the dark circles under his eyes. Empty coffee cups littered the surface of his desk—three, no, four of them—alongside scattered papers covered in handwriting that wasn't his. "You're still up," I said softly, though it wasn't really a question. He didn't look up.

The thermometer read 103.2. I pulled it from Rhys's mouth and set it on the nightstand next to the bottle of Tylenol, the glass of water I'd refilled three times, and the bowl of lukewarm broth he hadn't touched. The digital clock beside the lamp said 2:47 a.m. I'd been sitting on the edge of his bed for five hours. His face was flushed. Sweat darkened the collar of his t-shirt and made his hair stick to his forehead. I wrung out the cloth in the bowl of cool water, folded it into a neat rectangle, and pressed it against his skin. He flinched but didn't wake. His breathing was shallow and fast, like a dog panting in summer heat. I watched him the way I always watched him.

She walked into her mate's office with an ultrasound and walked out with nothing — no bond, no pack, no future, just a secret heartbeat she refused to let die. Kaelen Thorne didn't just choose her half-sister. He chose the woman sitting on his desk, the woman carrying his "heir," while Elara's pregnancy stayed crumpled in her fist — the truth she swallowed to survive. She crossed a frozen river to escape. She built a quiet, hidden life around a boy with dark hair and eyes that glow wrong in the dark. She thought she was safe. She wasn't. Five years after the rejection, two men walk through her diner door on the same morning: the Lycan Prince who pulled her from that river and never stopped knowing her secret, and the Alpha who threw her away and just realized what he threw. Elara Vance is done being a dry well. She was never weak — she was just waiting. But now Valerius knows what her son is, Kaelen knows the heir he abandoned, and the black venom that wept from her neck the night her bond broke is finally waking up. The only question is: which of them is more afraid of what she becomes next?

Ava endures years of abuse and humiliation as a loyal servant to Alpha Arther, driven by a vow to fulfill the dying wish of Nelson, Arther's late brother who saved her from a life of trafficking and trauma. Bound by guilt and duty, Ava sacrifices herself repeatedly-taking bullets, enduring torture, and serving as a punching bag for Arther and his sadistic mate, Bellona. As Arther grows obsessed with Bellona, he cruelly dismisses Ava, blaming her for imagined slights and forcing her to endure public degradation. Unbeknownst to him, Ava's loyalty stems from a sacred promise to Nelson, whose memory she cherishes through a wolf's tooth pendant and a hidden journal. When Arther orders Ava to plan his wedding to Bellona in her hometown of Webber-a place steeped in her painful past with Nelson-she begins to unravel, clinging to the last remnants of her shattered dignity. The truth erupts at the wedding when Bellona exposes Ava's pendant, triggering Arther's jealousy. In a desperate bid to save the pendant, Ava nearly drowns, revealing her deep bond with Nelson. Arther, consumed by rage and confusion, discovers Nelson's journal, uncovering his brother's love for Ava and her decades-long sacrifice for his safety...

Book 1: A Surprising Love Hidden In Contractual Promises Albert had been a powerful and determined man who would do whatever it took to succeed. He built his empire through ambition alone, and his personal life remained completely tied to his work. In an unexpected turn of events, he agreed to a contract that would change his life forever. Thalia had been a young, hardworking woman who devoted herself to her little brother Maxwell. She took care of him ever since their parents passed away. She faced the world alone to support both her and her brother's education. Burdened by debt, she made a desperate decision and entered a life covered in secrecy. Even though she earned good money at the Scarlet Angels nightclub, she always hoped to leave that life behind. That contract paid for her studies and let her walk away from the high-end escort service. What she never expected was that, for the first time in this job, she could not ignore her growing feelings. Would the irresistible Albert win over not just her body, but also her heart? Book 2: A Beautiful Bargain: Love Under The Tuscan Sky Thessa had been a dedicated and reserved secretary at the Johnson family's distillery company. After a painful romantic experience, she committed herself to keeping her heart guarded and focused only on work. She grew used to her boss Albert's daily routine, but suddenly found herself working for Aldric, his older brother, who was charming and known for his carefree ways. Everything changed when Thessa had to travel to Tuscany on a business trip with Aldric. Surrounded by beautiful vineyards and enchanting scenery, they became caught up in a plan to advance their business interests by pretending to be in a romantic relationship. What began as an act quickly turned into a real and powerful connection. But just when they believed everything had settled and they found their footing, unexpected challenges surfaced and threatened to unravel everything they built. In a world filled with intrigue, passion, and obstacles, Thessa and Aldric had to fight to protect their love and show they were ready to face any hardship. Yet, no one could say for certain if their love would be strong enough to survive the secrets and pitfalls waiting for them.

After a painful rejection, Aria, an abused Omega in the Blood Moon pack, is left heartbroken and goes to the borderlines of the pack where she is ambushed and bitten. Having joined a new pack because hers was attacked, she discovers that she is not just a weak Omega but something far more powerful - she is set on unravelling this mystery. Why had these abilities just unveiled? What unsolved mysteries about her roots will be brought to light? Does she deserve a second chance at love? Will the love of her second chance mate, Alpha Kael, be able to protect her from the countless webs of deceit, lust for power and betrayal?

I was born with a curse. I see a shimmering, crimson timer above everyone's head, counting down to the exact moment of their death. For this, my family has treated me like a monster for eighteen years, blaming me for every tragedy I foresaw. On my 21st birthday, the timer finally appeared above my own head. I had twenty-four hours left to live. I spent my last day preparing a feast, a desperate plea for one final family dinner. With only minutes to spare, I called my eldest brother, Fredrick, my voice breaking. "Please, just come home," I sobbed. "I'm going to die tonight." His response was colder than the grave. "Are you really so desperate for attention that you'd stoop to such pathetic lies?" Then, I heard the click of the line going dead. I died alone at that table, surrounded by the food no one came to eat. But my death wasn't the end. It was the beginning of their nightmare, a personal hell of guilt they could never escape.