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The Love of Imperatrix

Devanshi_Rathod
***This is the BOOK 1 under the QUESTIONABLE SERIES*** {VOLUME ONE COMPLETED} (Currently under editing) __________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: @ All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. ___________________ BLURB: ___________________ He’s the last man she’d ever fake date. She’s the chaos his control was never built to survive. In a world built on ambition and polished façades, love turned into the most dangerous clause ever written. Danica Clarke doesn’t play by anyone’s rules but her own. She’s a storm in stilettos, flawless, ferocious, and utterly untouchable. A woman who eats boardroom sharks for breakfast and signs multimillion-dollar deals before her morning espresso cools. She built her empire on blood, grit, and brilliance. Love? To her, it’s for the weak-hearted and the dream-drunk, not for women with empires to build. Alfred Brown is Danica’s living contradiction. Infuriatingly charming, disarmingly kind, with a smile capable of thawing the ice in her veins and a soul so golden it borders on blinding. He is everything she mocks and everything she secretly aches for. A romantic in a world of cynics. A whisper of poetry against her hard-edged pragmatism. When a fake-dating scheme throws them together, sparks don’t just fly, they ignite. Every glance becomes a provocation, every touch a challenge, and every deception sold to the world feeds a truth neither can outrun. Heat builds. Tension breaks. And the distance between wanting and needing collapses. Because sometimes, the last person you’d ever fall for…is the one who makes you fall the hardest ____________________________ Author's Note: Hey lovely readers! First of all, THANK YOU for choosing this story. I’m beyond excited to share Danica and Alfred’s wild, fiery, emotional journey with you. Yes, English isn't my first language, and some early chapters might be a little rough around the edges—but please hang in there! The heart of the story is what matters, and I promise you—it gets juicier, funnier, and deeper as you go. Follow me on Instagram for updates & behind-the-scenes fun: @quillfame_29 DISCLAIMER: THE IMAGES IN THE COVER AND THE IDEA IS TAKEN FROM THE PINTEREST, AND IT BELONGS TO ORIGINAL CREATOR. THE COVER PAGE WAS THEN MODIEFIED USING ONLINE TOOLS.
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The Triplet Alphas’ Secret Mate

​Liam grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his piercing green eyes. ​"Why do you smell like my brother, Scarlett?" he demanded. ​My heart pounded against my ribs, but I stayed silent. My refusal to speak only fueled his anger. ​"I am your mate," he growled, his grip tightening. ​What he didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only one. I was mated to all three brothers—and none of them knew they were sharing me. ​Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room. ​"Liam? Are you in there?" ​It was Leo. ​Panic flashed across Liam’s face. He looked at the door, then back at me. He couldn't let his brother see me like this—half-naked and pressed against the wall. He grabbed my arm and shoved me into the bathroom. Before I could say a word, he turned the shower on full blast to drown out any sound I might make. BLURB I am fated to three men who want me dead. ​To the pack, I am the Rogue’s daughter. To Liam, Leon, and Leo, I am a mistake that should never have existed. The day I discovered I was the fated mate of all three brothers, I realized it wasn’t a blessing. It was a death sentence. ​They hate me. They believe my parents betrayed the pack and killed their mother, our Luna, and the shame of being tied to me burns their pride. None of them know the others share the same bond, and each one secretly plans to reject me and erase the connection forever. ​So I begged for time. Three months to strengthen my wolf so I can survive the pain of a triple rejection without dying. They agreed. ​But as the days pass, the hatred begins to warp into something darker—and far more possessive. ​"I was the first to kiss her," Liam brags. "I took her virginity," Leo yells out loudly. "She will love me first," Leon responds angrily. ​I rolls her eyes and stomps my foot, my heart breaking even as my blood thrums with their possession. "I hate you! All of you!!" ​The secret is finally out. All three brothers know I belong to them. But instead of rejecting me and ending my misery... they refuse to share me. ​How do I survive three Alphas who would rather tear the pack apart than let another brother touch what is theirs? Especially when a dark prophecy is prophesied against the bond. ​Note: This is Book Two of Fated to Not Just One but Three. It can be read as a standalone, as it follows the story of their sons. ​PS: Two chapters are updated daily.
Sugarlitics · 166.3k Views

Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King

“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?
Marianaaa · 198.2k Views

The Last Existence

Han Junho is seventeen years old. He lives alone in a single room on the commercial edge of Seolmun — a city whose name means threshold — pays his own rent, works a part-time job that has just closed without warning, and calculates, each month, whether the numbers will hold until the future his parents promised him becomes the present he can finally live in. He is not remarkable by any measure the world has developed for measuring such things. He moves through Seolmun with the specific invisibility of someone who has learned, through necessity rather than choice, not to draw attention. He reads. He plans. He continues. Then the gates open. Across Seolmun, dimensional gates tear through ordinary space and release beings from other worlds into the streets — beings displaced mid-transit through connections that have begun, without warning or explanation, to collapse. The human response organizes with the specific efficiency of a civilization that has no framework for what is happening and builds one anyway: factions, rankings, a system that classifies the awakened and deploys them against what the catastrophe is producing. The system is thorough. It is well-intentioned. When it attempts to classify Han Junho, it produces no result. He is designated Unregistered and set aside. What the system cannot measure, it cannot see. What it cannot see is this: the gates opening across Seolmun are not the catastrophe. They are the symptom. The catastrophe itself is a process — vast, indifferent, traveling through the dimensional connections between every planet in every universe that has ever existed — and it has been consuming worlds for longer than Seolmun has existed to be consumed. Every universe has fallen to it. Every version of this story has ended the same way. Every version except this one. So far. Somewhere above the story, something is watching. It has been watching since before the first word was set down. It knows what Junho does not know — what he is, what is positioned against him, how many times this has been attempted, and how many times it has failed. It knows what kind of reader you are. It knows whether you are cheering for him or not. And it knows, in the specific way of something that has witnessed every version of this story across every universe where it was attempted, that what happens next depends not only on Junho — but on what you bring to the pages that follow. THE LAST EXISTENCE is a story about the last surviving universe, the last version of one boy, and the last attempt at something that has never yet succeeded. It is also, depending on what kind of reader you are, something else entirely. You are already part of it. Turn the page.
Im_not_a_writer · 1.3k Views