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Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

They say seven is the number of perfection. For Luna Seraphine, it was the number that ended her silence. Six times, she tore the divorce papers apart, choosing love over pride, endurance over dignity, surrendering to the cruel demands of the mate who never cherished her. The seventh time, she signed her name without trembling. Alpha Ravyn panicked. His mistress, Daisy, the daughter of Seraphine’s former nanny, laughed it off. She’s only throwing a tantrum, they said. She’ll crawl back. They were wrong. The truth shattered what little remained of her heart: the child she had loved and raised for six years was never hers. That revelation became her breaking point. This time, Luna Seraphine walked away without looking back. As her power rose, so did Ravyn’s regret. The Alpha who once discarded her now slept outside her door, desperate for a single glance. But the woman who opened that door was no longer the Luna he broke. Cold, untouchable, unforgiving. Ravyn fell to his knees, begging for her hand, only to realize he was no longer the only one. Men of influence and power now competed for her attention because Luna Seraphine was no longer just a Luna. She was a world-renowned business mogul, a shadowed philanthropist. The most sought-after surgeon of her time, and a cyber genius. Then, a powerful, cold Alpha, one infamous for hating women, just shook the entire werewolf world and the North American billionaire elite, the Sovereign Circle, with a single tweet. “Sera is mine. I’ll pluck out the eyes of anyone who dares to look at her.” The internet exploded. The pack world went silent, and Ravyn… lost his mind. But the real question is this, will he dare challenge the richest, most powerful Alpha in the world… for the ex-wife he let go?
Glorious_Eagle · 4.4m Views

JIŪJIÉ DE XĪN(TANGLED HEART)

Swords slashing through skin, battle cries filled the air as the two armies waged war against themselves,the earth soaking in their blood. A woman cried out,"Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt my-". But before she could finish, her head was brutally severed off. The soldiers surged into the homes of the commoners, dragging each and every one of them to their own deaths. Innocent Citizens. Admist the chaos, a woman held a poor and dirty looking five-year-old child dearly in her arms as she fled for dear life. She patted her head gently with a whisper,"Don't worry, my dear. We'll be safe". The little girl in her arms watched as her entire town was being destroyed in the bloody massacre. Livestock escaping for shelter, the tables at the market were overthrown and the town square was thrown in great pandemonium. The emperor,who had led the war sat proudly and triumphantly on his horse, smiling wickedly at the Duke's head which was hung high on the wall. He shouted,"Raze down the entire city of the rebels. Nothing with breath should be left alive". Swords clashed, clubs clanged and agonizing cries were heard. A soldier gazed at the fleeing woman and thundered,"Don't let her escape ". Hearing this, the woman ran even faster. "They're coming for us. They're coming for us ". She repeated over and over again. She dropped the child in the nearby bush and said,"Stay quiet and live on. You must not die. Promise me that". The little girl nodded with her big eyes and remained quiet. Soon enough, the soldiers caught up with the woman and without wasting time, an arrow was pierced into her heart. The child watched with stinging tears as the woman fell lifelessly to the ground. Another soldier pointed out,"She was holding a child. Find the child and kill". The little girl held her breath and closed her eyes in tears but she was never found. After a while, a bomb set off and the entire city was caught in flames. The child fell to the ground due to the impact and lost consciousness, with little flames by her side. After the fire had died down and the troop had retreated, a man with well-hidden face walked stealthily in the town, searching for war survivors. He stumbled across the little frame and gently placed his fingers around her neck, checking for pulse. He breathed out in relief,"Atleast a survivor". The child opened her eyes slowly to look at the man whose face was hidden except his eyes. He patted her head as he squat beside her,"Do you have a name?" "Zhang Li" came the weak reply. "Well Zhang Li, from today, you'll live with me". The man said and with that, he carried her onto his back and out of the ruins left of the city. As Zhang Li gazed at the land and the scattered bodies with her tear-striken face, she made her first unconsciously into a ball. She asked inwardly,"Why?Everyone's dead". As young as she was, she mentally swore revenge on those responsible for the slaughter. But will she be able to carry out that revenge when she finds herself in love with the crown prince? Will she set her feelings aside or will she be blinded by love and settle for peace instead?
Jasyl · 15.7k Views

His Secret Slave to Scandalous Queen

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna
JoyceOrtsen · 649.1k Views

From Rivals To Flames

“Somewhere between hate and heat, on frozen ice, they crossed a line they can’t skate back from.” Baby Danvers is Westbridge High’s golden boy — the reckless, impossibly talented hockey captain everyone worships and everyone wants a piece of. He plays dirty, kisses danger, and wins like he was born to. Coaches can’t tame him. Rivals can’t outrun him. Fans can’t look away. And then there’s Saint Kross — the disciplined, infuriatingly perfect captain from Eastvale Academy. Silent. Focused. Unshakeable. Baby’s longest-running rivalry and the one person who can make his blood run hotter with a single look. But when Saint transfers to Westbridge — into Baby’s rink, Baby’s team, Baby’s throne — everything combusts. Drills turn into dominance battles. Scrimmages become territory wars. Baby throws taunts like punches; Saint answers with cool smirks that make Baby’s pulse misbehave. The locker room becomes their battlefield — bruising shoulders, stolen glances, breathless proximity. Every insult is foreplay. Every shove is a dare. And beneath all the fury, something electric thrums between them… something neither of them is ready to name. Then their families — political titans locked in a vicious campaign — twist their rivalry into a media circus, forcing Baby and Saint into the spotlight as shiny weapons. Caught between public expectations and a private obsession that’s getting harder to hide, Baby faces a brutal truth: He can destroy Saint… or he can admit that somewhere between hatred and hunger, he already wants him more than he’s ever wanted a win. --- “On the ice, they play for glory. Off it, they play with fire.” Baby is the flame that burns too bright. Saint is the ice that burns colder. Together? They’re the storm no one survives — pride, passion, and desire crashing until neither can tell where the rivalry ends… and the craving begins.
Rosegold_n · 33.7k Views

Loving The Wrong Brother’s Touch

It might be taboo, but Mena Cabot does not care if it will give her the ultimate face-slapping opportunity. When her boyfriend Finn turns out to be a cheater, Mena does not cry or complain. She simply decides to use his older, richer, more handsome, and generally better brother to make him jealous. After an embarrassing fall lands her in the hospital, Mena wakes up to find her boyfriend's hot older brother by her bedside instead of her boyfriend. Drugged, confused, and feeling particularly mischievous, she does what any sensible girl would do: She claims she has lost her memory. How was she supposed to know her boyfriend was waiting for an excuse to parade her best friend around as his true love? Now she's stuck. She can't remember "her boyfriend," so she can't confront Finn for being a filthy, cheating degenerate. And the more time she spends with Beau, the deeper her lie becomes. In all this, the biggest surprise isn't Finn. It's Beau Orsini. Her cold, infuriating, ridiculously handsome boss who has decided to play along with the lie. He claims to be her boyfriend. He takes care of her. And judging by the way his hands linger and his eyes follow her, Beau seems to be enjoying his new role far too much. Why? Mena knows this is all an act. So why does every stolen glance make her heart race? Why does being in Beau's arms feel safer than it ever did in Finn's? And why is a tiny, dangerous part of her beginning to wish she really had lost her memory? Because pretending to be Beau Orsini's girlfriend might be the biggest mistake of Mena life but it tastes as sweet as sin.
SukieWrites · 21.7k Views

The Wife He Couldn't Keep

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.
Faint Moon New Coolness · 211.1k Views

The Revenge Of Duchess Sinclair

Her Ladyship Anastasia Roseline Sinclair of Florence believed she had everything: a noble title, a promising future, and the love of Aaron Dinkley—the charming son of Duke Andrew Dinkley of Fortshire, one of Flambodia’s most powerful fiefs. Childhood sweethearts, Anastasia and Aaron were raised to believe they were destined for each other. But destiny is a cruel mistress. On the eve of her succession to Duchess of Florence, Anastasia is betrayed—by Aaron, the man she loved, her stepsister, and her own family. Stripped of her title, murdered in cold blood, and discarded like refuse in the wastelands, she is left to die. Yet death does not claim her. At the brink of death, Anastasia is reborn—not as a phoenix, but as a vulture. A vulture ready to devour the flesh and bones of her enemies. Cold and ravenous for retribution. She will reclaim her crown, her dignity, and her name. And she will make them all bleed. Because revenge is a meal best served cold. ......... Crown Prince Daniel Maxwell Devonte of Flambodia is feared across kingdoms. Ruthless in battle, merciless in court, he is known as the Dragon—a warrior whose enemies tremble at the mere mention of his name. His fame attracted him more enemies than friends including his own family. His own father King Reginald the Fifth, hated him but mostly feared him because of his power. Rumours swirled in the wind that his mother the former Queen cheated on the King and that he was not his son. However, rumours based on assumptions could not be regarded as evidence. Although it did not stop the current Queen and her minion children to peck around them and use them to their advantage in order to taint his already spoiled reputation. Daniel wears revenge like armor, his fury buried beneath layers of strategy and silence. He trusts no one. Loves no one. Until he meets her. The fiery red-haired stranger with eyes like embers and a soul forged in betrayal. Anastasia. Together, they are chaos incarnate. Two broken souls bound by vengeance, drawn together by bloodshed and ambition. Their enemies will fall. Their kingdoms will burn. And the world will learn what happens when you cross a Duchess and a Dragon.
LEAH_VURAYAYI · 117.1k Views