Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

I was just a struggling actress in Hollywood, desperate for a chance to prove myself. But the people I trusted most pushed me into hell. My boyfriend, Kole, and my best friend, Brittny, drugged me and handed my hotel room key to an abusive, greasy producer. They traded my body just so Kole could secure a movie role. As the producer pinned me to the bed and tore at my clothes, the original me died of sheer, paralyzing terror. I saw the text message on his phone, a gloating confirmation of my ruin. "She's all mine. You'll get your part." I realized the two people I loved most had treated me like a cheap bargaining chip. While I was being assaulted, they were probably celebrating, building their future fame on my absolute destruction. I didn't understand why they would do this. I gave them all my love and loyalty, only to be betrayed and discarded like trash. The sickening mix of love, betrayal, and paralyzing fear should have been the end of my pathetic, helpless life. But instead of breaking, a cold, calculating consciousness awakened inside me. The soul of "Reaper," a legendary underground doctor and ruthless operative, took over this fragile body. I snapped the producer's wrist, collected my blackmail evidence, and walked out into the cold Los Angeles night. This new life is a war, and it's time to make them pay.

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Arely returned to the dingy apartment carrying shopping bags from brands Brittny only dreamed of wearing. The air of quiet luxury she now exuded was a stark contrast to the peeling paint and stained carpets of the hallway.

Brittny was on the sofa, picking at a container of takeout noodles. She looked up, ready with a sarcastic comment, but the words died when Arely dropped a thick document on the coffee table in front of her. It slapped against the wood.

It was a copy of the lease agreement and a formal eviction notice.

"What the hell is this?" Brittny snapped, her face flushing with anger.

"The lease is in my name. The security deposit was paid from my account," Arely said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. "You are a guest. And your visit is over."

Brittny laughed, a high, ugly sound. "You're kicking me out? Don't be ridiculous. As soon as Kole's new movie is announced, he's buying me a condo in Beverly Hills. You'll be begging to be my roommate again."

Arely pulled out her phone and pressed play.

Brittny's own voice filled the small room, tinny and triumphant from the phone's speaker. "...gave Mickey the key card, just like you said, Kole. She didn't suspect a thing..."

The color drained from Brittny's face. She lunged for the phone, her nails like claws.

Arely sidestepped the clumsy attack, catching Brittny's wrist in a grip of steel. She applied a little pressure, and Brittny cried out, sinking to her knees.

"That recording, along with a sworn statement, would be very interesting to the LAPD. Conspiracy to commit assault is a serious charge," Arely said calmly. "Now, you can either pack your things and walk out that door, or I can call them."

Brittny's face crumpled. The anger was replaced by tears. "Arely, please... We've been friends for years. Best friends."

Arely let out a short, sharp laugh. It was a terrifying sound. She kicked an empty suitcase towards Brittny. "You were a parasite."

She walked into Brittny's room and began pulling clothes from the closet, tossing them onto the floor. Designer knock-offs, cheap fast fashion, all of it piling up in a messy heap.

Seeing her possessions being desecrated, Brittny's fear turned back to rage. She grabbed a table lamp and swung it at Arely's head.

Without even turning around, Arely's hand shot back, catching the lamp mid-air. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it flying out the open second-story window.

The sound of shattering glass from the street below finally broke Brittny's spirit. She stared at Arely, her body trembling. This wasn't the weak, pliable girl she had known. This was a monster.

Arely stepped over the pile of clothes and stood over her. "Don't bother calling Kole for help," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He's a little... preoccupied."

"What did you do?" Brittny whimpered.

Arely glanced at the clock on the wall. "You should turn on TMZ." She gave Brittny's suitcase another kick. "You have five minutes. Then I start throwing things out the window again. Starting with you."

The raw menace in her eyes was no act. Brittny scrambled, stuffing her clothes haphazardly into the suitcase, tears and snot running down her face.

As she dragged her belongings to the door, a breaking news alert flashed across the TV screen.

The footage was grainy, shot on a cell phone at a loud industry party. It showed Mickey O'Malley, his face bruised and swollen, screaming in Kole Bowman's face.

"You're a worthless leech!" Mickey roared, his voice slurring. "You think you can use me? You and that little tramp!"

An image flashed on the screen-a crystal-clear screenshot of Mickey's gloating text to Kole: She's all mine. You'll get your part. It was the screenshot Arely had taken from Mickey's phone.

Brittny let out a strangled gasp.

Arely sat on the arm of the sofa, crossing her legs, and watched the beautiful, satisfying implosion of Brittny's life.

The realization dawned on Brittny's face. The quiet, pathetic Arely she had bullied and betrayed had done this. All of it.

She didn't say another word. She yanked the door open and fled, dragging her suitcase behind her like a ball and chain.

The apartment was silent.

Arely stood up, locked the door, and took a deep, cleansing breath. The stench of betrayal was finally gone.

She pulled out her phone and dialed the real estate agent.

"The beachfront property in Malibu," she said. "I'll take it. Cash offer. I want the keys tonight."

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For a thousand years, the city of Crescent Falls has survived beneath the shadow of an ancient savior. Each century, a man is chosen as an offering to Sariyah-the being said to have once driven demons from the world. When Bastion, the man Ember loves, is taken after daring to refuse her, Ember's grief turns into defiance, and she vows to bring him home no matter the cost. Her search forces her into an uneasy alliance with Orion St. James, a dangerously charming immortal with a violent past and secrets tied to Sariyah herself. Bound together by a magic neither of them wants nor understands, Ember and Orion are drawn into a hidden war beneath the city-one involving cultists, monsters, and an ancient order known as the Watchers. As Crescent Falls begins to fracture, Ember experiences unsettling visions that hint her bloodline is far more entangled with Sariyah than anyone ever suspected. Strange new powers awaken within her, blurring the line between protector and destroyer, while enemies gather and old loyalties are tested. With the city on the brink of collapse and unseen forces moving in the shadows, Ember must decide how far she is willing to go to save Bastion-and whether becoming something darker is the only way to stop an evil that has ruled unchallenged for centuries. Because some thrones are not inherited. They are taken.

Action Fantasy Modern

9.1

Belonging to You

9.1

"Someone will hear," I whispered, the words breaking into a tremor. His family and the entire Castillo group were gathered just down the hall. Smack. My gasp tangled in my throat. "No, they won't." His palm landed again, sharp and claiming. Smack. "Do you want to know why?" All I could manage was a desperate, breathless sound. "Because you'll stay quiet." His voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Won't you, Abigail?" He rubbed the spot where he'd struck, the heat of his touch spreading like fire under my skin. Pins and needles rushed through me, making my breath hitch. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the sound clawing its way up my throat. "Good girl." His praise slid over me like sin, a command and a reward all at once. ***** Abigail swore off love the night she caught her boyfriend tangled up with the neighbor's daughter. Relationships were nothing but heartbreak-until he came along. One touch from her new employer's grandson, Christian Castillo, awakens a hunger she thought she'd buried forever. She knows it's forbidden. She knows it can't last. But desire has a way of burning through reason, and with Christian, surrender feels inevitable. Then her world shatters. Her employer is murdered, and the blame lands squarely on her shoulders. With prison looming and her only lifeline being a man who refuses to forgive her, Abigail is trapped between ruin and a marriage she never chose. But she won't go down quietly. Someone is pulling the strings, and she's determined to expose the truth-even if it costs her freedom, her heart, and the man she can't stop craving. A story of love, betrayal, and the courage to fight for forgiveness-and for the truth. ***** A steamy, suspenseful billionaire romance about love, betrayal, and redemption.

Action Modern Romance

7.8

Ditched by My Fated Mate, Claimed by a Ruthless Alpha

7.8

I'm Yuki, the daughter of the Alpha King of Westbrook. My love story with Jocab ended in heartbreak as he constantly chose Sophie over me, believing her false accusations. Despite our fated - mate bond, his actions shattered my trust, from ignoring me when I was in need to giving away my precious elixir to save Sophie. When the peace - bond alliance with Greyfield was proposed, I volunteered, determined to leave my past behind. In Greyfield, I met Caleb, the Alpha. Though initially feared as cruel, he showed me respect and protection. As Jocab tried to disrupt my wedding, I firmly chose my new path with Caleb, ready to embrace my role as the Luna of Greyfield ......

Action Romance Werewolf

8.7

He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge

8.7

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

Action Mafia Romance

9.2

My Alpha Accused Me of Killing Our Unborn Child

9.2

After being falsely accused of murdering her own unborn child, a heartbroken werewolf faces the ultimate betrayal from her fated Alpha. Cast out and broken, she must navigate a world of shifting loyalties and hidden enemies while trying to clear her name. As secrets regarding the tragedy surface, she struggles between her lingering love for her mate and the need for justice. It is a high-stakes tale of vengeance, redemption, and a search for truth.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.4

My Peace Beyond His Regret

8.4

My boyfriend, Damien, chose a Vegas trip with his toxic best friend, Branden, over our relationship, ignoring my ultimatum that if he walked out, we were over. He walked. A week later, he was back, dangling a designer handbag as a peace offering. But while he was partying, I was in the ER with a severe, stress-induced anxiety attack. The final blow came when I saw Damien had 'liked' Branden' s social media post mocking my pain. He stood outside my apartment, laughing with Branden, calling me "dramatic" and "clingy," completely unaware I had already packed his entire life into boxes. "What... what is all this, Cecil?" he stammered, his face turning from shock to rage as he saw his belongings ready for the movers. "What have you done?" I looked him dead in the eye, my voice cold and steady. "We're over, Damien. So, are these boxes going to your place, or to Branden's?"

Action LGBT+Modern Romance

Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

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