
Demon Pact she wolf: Now I'm the Damn Problem
I, Yuki Charles, was drugged by Father and delivered to his sworn brother Jason's bed to secure an investment for his bastard daughter Annie. Jason rejected me, calling me a cur, and Father tossed me into Silverwood Asylum, where I endured horrific torture. When dying, I made a pact with a demon, rebirthed as a rabid she-wolf. Returning, I faced Jason, Annie, and Father's scorn. I unleashed vengeance: breaking Annie's nose, crippling the stepmother, torturing them all.
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Chapter 1
The wolfsbane-laced merlot stained my lips like blood as Father clinked his glass against mine, his smile as false as the diamond cufflinks adorning his wrists. "To your new life, my dear," he purred, watching me drain the wine-oblivious that the potion would unravel my world.
To secure an investment and buy a gift for his bastard daughter, Father drugged me with wolfsbane-laced wine and delivered me to his sworn brother's bed.
The penthouse overlooked Manhattan's skyline, but I registered only the raw strength of the man beside me.
His hands on my skin, the scent of cedar and wild wolf that clung to the sheets-we burned through the night, a box of condoms strewn across the silk sheets like casualties of war.
When consciousness clawed back, sunlight seared my eyes, and a growl rumbled from the throat of the man who'd claimed me.
"I'm your father's blood brother," he snarled, his wolf eyes glowing gold with disgust.
Look at you," he sneered, tossing me a silk robe that reeked of his scent.
"So desperate for a wolf that you'd drug your father's brother. Pathetic."
His gaze raked over me like a branding iron, each word a lash.
"Tell your father he can keep his blood money. I'll never touch a cur who crawls into bed with trickery."
He flung my naked form back to the Charles manor, vowing never to see me again.
Fearful of offending the Davis pack, Father tossed me into the Silverwood Asylum that very night. There, I endured beatings with silver-tipped batons, electroshocks from silver-lined restraints, and degradation by the director and his lackeys-werewolf hunters masquerading as orderlies. When they wheeled me toward the operating table for "werwolf experimentation" on a werewolf hybrid, I leaped from the rooftop.
As my wolf's lifeblood ebbed, a disembodied growl rumbled in my mind:
"Little pup, give me your heart, and I'll grant you rebirth."
The air reeked of ozone l as my claws scraped the concrete.
I remember nothing but waking with a hollow chest, where once my werewolf heart beat.
The asylum director-who'd once relished my screams-now cowered before me.
"Miss Charles-no, mistress!" He thrust a discharge paper forward, his hands shaking. "We've called your family. Mercy, please!"
I flexed my claws, recalling the demon's pact.
He'd taken my gentle heart, the one that craved pack bonds, and left me a rabid she-wolf.
Now, clutching the asylum papers, I laughed at the approaching limousine-its windows tinted against the moon.
Finally, I could make them taste silver.
When I staggered into the Charles manor, the laughter died.
Jason instinctively shielded Annie Charles behind him, her scent cloying with victory.
Father curled his lip at my blood-stained gown-crusted with my own drying wounds and the gore of my tormentors.
"Back so soon?" he sneered.
"Wearing that ragged trash to play the martyr?"
I traced a scar on my forearm, where silver had burned me.
Jason's gaze flickered to the mark, his wolf nose catching the stench of old pain.
But he only growled: "Three years in Silverwood didn't cure your depravity. Try seducing me again, and I'll chain you there forever."
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9.7
On the eve of her wedding to a man she doesn't love, Victoria Halstead makes a choice that will change the kingdom forever she runs.
Victoria has spent her entire life being the perfect daughter, the obedient lady, the bride her father selected. But when she discovers her marriage is nothing more than a political transaction to keep her controlled and confined, she does the unthinkable: she escapes into the night with nothing but a hidden trunk and a desperate hope for freedom.
What she doesn't know is that her bodyguard, Rowan, the quiet, brooding man who has been watching over her for months-is not just protecting her. He's been waiting for this moment. Because Victoria's beloved uncle didn't die of natural causes. He was murdered. And the truth he died protecting could shatter the kingdom.
Victoria isn't just a runaway bride. She's the rightful queen of Aveloria.
Her mother was a Keeper one of the legendary bloodline with abilities to sense truth from lies and the last direct descendant of the true royal family. For three generations, the current king's dynasty has ruled on a throne built on murder, lies, and stolen power. And now that Victoria knows the truth, the king will stop at nothing to silence her.
Hunted by her own father, chased by the king's soldiers, and targeted by assassins, Victoria must choose between the safety of obscurity and the dangerous path of reclaiming what was stolen from her family. With Rowan by her side fierce, loyal, and impossibly devoted she begins to gather unlikely allies: a cynical mercenary with a dark past, a former bounty hunter turned believer, and lords who are tired of serving a tyrant.
But claiming a throne requires more than royal blood. It demands strategy, sacrifice, and the willingness to become the leader her people desperately need. As Victoria learns to trust her Keeper abilities, master the art of war, and navigate the deadly politics of rebellion, she discovers that the girl who once feared leaving her room has become a woman capable of leading armies.
Yet danger lurks everywhere. Assassins infiltrate her inner circle. A traitor hides among her most trusted allies. And the dying king's brutal brother waits in the shadows, ready to seize power and drown the kingdom in blood.
With an army marching toward her, time running out, and the weight of a kingdom on her shoulders, Victoria must make an impossible choice: run and save herself, or stand and fight for a crown she never wanted but a kingdom that desperately needs her.

8.9
Twelve years ago, her life was ruined.
Erynna Monte's, a beautiful and free spirited twelve years old girl, watched as her sister-her only family was killed, and she could only hide and watch in pain.
From that day, the love, and warmth Erynna portrayed turned into hate.
Along with the death of her sister Elena, Erynna Montes died, and Valeria Rune came to life.
Valeria had only one mission in her life-to destroy the Ravenmoors.
That was the only thing she remembers from her sister's death.
She was murdered by Xavier Ravenmoor and his mother.
Xavier tried to mask his hidden feelings for the new maid with cruelty.
But just when he decides to let his guard down, and embrace his love for her, Valeria Rune removes her mask, and identifies herself as Erynna Monte's.
Lines blurred between love and betrayal.
What happens when Valeria discovers the truth about the incident, and also some facts that question her dynasty.

8.3
In my previous life, I poured my family's savings into Diego Torres. He was a scholarship student I mistook for a tech prodigy, and I helped him become a billionaire.
His way of thanking me was conspiring with his first love, Kiana, to kill me in an explosion.
My mistake cost me everything.
But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the campus cafe, years before my murder. There was still time to fix every mistake.
Diego sat across from me, demanding a thirty-thousand-dollar monthly allowance for Kiana, or else he would refuse my funding.
In that instant, I knew he had been reborn too.

8.9
Just hours after I endured a grueling labor to give Kaelen, my fated mate and the Alpha, two beautiful twins, he walked into the infirmary.
Instead of holding our newborns, his Alpha aura pinned me to the bed as he coldly announced, "I reject you as my mate."
He claimed I reeked of another Alpha. His sister Vanessa threw a stack of photos at my face, showing me at a cafe with a broad-shouldered man. Before I could even explain, Kaelen forced a pen into my trembling hand while I was still bleeding, making me sign away my parental rights. His mother then snatched my newborn son Liam from the crib.
"Take the girl and get out of my territory," Kaelen commanded, leaving me in the freezing room with my severed mate-bond and my crying daughter.
I didn't understand how our sacred bond could be shattered by a single fake photo, or how my fated mate could be so blind and ruthless as to rip my baby from my arms.
Five years later, his precious heir is dying, and Kaelen desperately needs an alliance and a bone marrow donor. But when he finally sees me at a high-society gala, he doesn't find a broken, exiled Omega.
He finds me standing beside that very same "lover"—Dominic, the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack, my older brother. And this time, I am the one holding the blade.

9.1
I accidentally shared a body connection with Alpha Jason.
When I got food poisoning, he called me, and in no time, a whole house full of anti-diarrheal meds was delivered.
During my period, he-unbelievably-went to get me sanitary pads.
When my ruthless boss verbally tormented me until I cried, Alpha Jason broke down in a firefight, tears mingling with blood.
One day, Alpha Jason couldn't take it anymore.
Through clenched teeth, he growled, "Be my mate, so we can enjoy twice the pleasure!"

7.4
Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery.
Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets.
The question is: Are they really human or vampires?
This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust.
In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery.
Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts.
At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long.
Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities.
The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled.
Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.