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She’s dead. He killed her. --- For eleven years, Elyana suffered from a recurring nightmare. It started when her mother died when she was ten. In the scene, she witnessed her mother being brutally attacked and killed by an unknown assailant. Most of it was a blur, fragments that flashed across her mind, except for those amber eyes that seemed to burn like embers under the night sky. But it was just a figment of her imagination. Right? Like the childhood stories that her mother loved to read to her at bedtime. Wasn’t it? Until it was not. On her twenty-first birthday, she finally learned the truth about her mother’s death. At least what her father told her. Suddenly, the nightmare became her reality. But that was not the worst part. --- “No!” Elyana gasped in shock as her eyes fixated on the man who just entered the room. “Mr. Kowen Caldwell, the CEO of the Storm Group.” The announcement rang loudly in her ears. “No, it can’t be him.” She whispered, lips trembling and breath shaking, completely caught off guard by his sudden presence. After spending a perfect night with a stranger, she thought she would never see him again. But here he was, standing in front of her. The man who filled her mind day and night. The man who was the father of her unborn child. And the monster who was suspected of being responsible for her mother’s death. The BIG BAD WOLF in her nightmare. --- “It’s you,” Kowen responded with recognition reflecting in his eyes. The stranger beneath the RED HOOD. --- [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

A modern corporate drone dies in 2024 and reincarnates as an 8-year-old boy in 1983 USSR. Using his business knowledge from his past life and his new identity's military family connections, he systematically builds a vertically-integrated empire spanning oil production, banking, and infrastructure to become one of Russia's most powerful oligarchs—surviving the Soviet collapse, the chaotic 1990s, Putin's oligarch purges, and international sanctions through strategic submission and infrastructure control.

Lina is a high-powered corporate persona and a devoted mother who is also a meticulous serial killer. Ken, a graduating student fall into her twisted world of psychological games and underground crimes. As their fates become dangerously intertwined, Ken is forced to choose between his survival and the dark allure of Lina’s violent agenda

Anya, the top commander of the Eastern Military Region in the post-apocalyptic world, was betrayed by her closest friend. After being poisoned by a neurotoxin, she sacrificed herself to take down her archenemies. When she opened her eyes again, she was reborn as the timid, bullied young lady of the same name in a prominent family in the capital—enduring cold stares and being used as a stepping stone by her stepsister. Carrying dual superpowers and the soul of a fearless warrior, she shed her weak disguise and transformed into a fierce, domineering wife. On the racing track, she helped the mysterious tycoon Ethan win the championship with godlike driving skills before walking away in style. At a wealthy family dinner, she kicked her scheming stepsister away with one foot, shocking the entire elite circle—everyone who had humiliated her was thoroughly defeated. She originally planned to avenge herself alone and live a free-spirited life, but she didn’t expect to be stuck with the scheming yet powerful Ethan. He was an influential business tycoon and an overly doting lover—when she wanted to go abroad, he immediately bought a private jet; when she needed to carry out a mission, he spared no resources to equip her with top-tier gear; in the face of suitors, he instantly turned into a wronged little cutie, coquettishly clinging to her. As Anya navigated the tides of the city, she awakened her superpowers, rallied her allies, fought her way through conspiracies and tricks, and shone brightly amid swords and shadows. The sweet daily life of the cold-hearted commander and the scheming tycoon is heartwarmingly sweet, while the passionate counterattack and side-by-side battles are thrillingly intense. With numerous vivid characters weaving bonds of loyalty and perseverance, it tells an urban passionate legend about revenge, growth, and true love.

"Let me go. I want to leave," Ella screamed at him. "Impossible," he roared, the words almost bursting out of him. "Then let go of my hand." Ella closed her eyes. With just a little struggle, all of this would be over. "I'll let you go—" a sudden, fierce shout. Ella instinctively grabbed the hand that was holding hers. She was gambling—and she won, though the stakes were too high. Ella looked into his eyes, filled with warmth, even a faint smile lingering at the corners of his lips. But then—why was there something wet and warm trickling down, landing right at the edge of her mouth? She instinctively licked it—salty, bitter. Was it a tear? Was he crying? He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice hoarse and choked, his broad shoulders trembling uncontrollably. His lips moved silently, unable to make a sound. Lifting his head, he looked at the quiet woman in his arms, his eyes burning with intense bitterness. "Ella, if you dare die—whether you go to heaven or hell—I'll follow you. I’ll cling to you relentlessly. And then you’ll never be rid of me. You’ll regret it."

The most unlucky woman in the world vs The most mysterious man in the world. A piece of paper declaring a marriage alliance between two enemy families was not her business. Because she would never be picked as the bride anyway. Officer Tai Liwu's bad luck was not just broken heels, exploding cars or birds pooping on her head. It also extended to her dating life--which did not exist. She had resigned herself to a lifetime of arresting bad guys and surviving death with zero romance. But when her sister has a panic attack before walking down the aisle, Tai Liwu is shoved into the bridal hall and told to smile. On the other side of the aisle, City Lord Shen Weijun was dealing with his own disaster: his twin brother, the intended groom had drugged him, put him in the grooms clothes and bolted! Forced to step in under a false identity, Weijun expects nothing more than a political farce. After all, their families are sworn enemies and this wedding is supposed to be a ceasefire, not a love story. But trouble brews when Weijun finds himself falling for the sharp-tongued police officer who can arrest a pickpocket with one hand and chase after her hat with the other. And yet, he is reminded all the time, that this is not his wife, but his brother's. And Liwu, her "bad luck" takes a twist when on her wedding night, she awakens a bad luck system!

Iris gave up everything for love and was divorced for it. Once, she was a devoted wife standing beside a rising man, hiding her true background so Neil could shine without feeling small. She believed love meant sacrifice. And when he fell into a coma, she took his company to new heights. But the day Neil wakes up, Iris' gratitude is met with divorce papers, accusations she never saw coming, and a flimsy check to ‘compensate’ three years of marriage. Overnight, she becomes the villain in a story she quietly built with her own blood and sweat. Left with nothing but her dignity, Iris walks away… and returns to a world of power she once abandoned for Neil. She plans to heal quietly until Sebastian enters her orbit. Cold, aloof, and dangerously powerful, Sebastian is the widowed CEO of the country's largest conglomerate and a single father to a three-year-old daughter. He has loved Iris from a distance for years, stepping back for her happiness. Now, watching how she was discarded, his restraint snaps. As Sebastian helps Iris reclaim herself and confront those who wronged her, Neil begins to realise he may have lost far more than just his wife, especially as everything he once stood for starts to crumble. MATURE CONTENT (R18) ************** This book is participating in WSA 2026 Contest. Please, Kindly Support Me.

Sometimes there are times when Catarina thought that what could have been if she hadn't divorced him back than....??? Catarina was a young and beautiful scientist who was arranged married with a CEO's son. Her husband was only interested in her as a lab partner rather than a romantic one... Well, it was more like a talk and go event but that day when she accidently spiled a dangerous chemical on his leg... The guilt couldn't take it anymore and then she divorced and married again to a new partner she truly wanted... But who was knowing that the same serious and cold beauty of her ex-husband will chase her back?

Aria Thorne’s life crumbles when she comes to the realization that her husband , Ethan was a chronic cheat and usurper. Divorced,she wallows in debt and office scandals brewed by her jealous ex who refuses to let go despite stealing her company ideas and thriving on them as his own . In a bid to overcome these challenges, she is left with no choice but to sign a compromising contract with Lucian Voss,her new boss and the ruthless CEO of Voss enterprises . A contract to become his personal office slave, which requires total obedience, living under his roof, surrendering to every command day and night in exchange for clearing her debts. He owns her body and demands her submission. He's addicted to breaking her walls and claiming her completely but Aria's fire burns hotter than his control. What starts as a forced arrangement turns into a dangerous obsession. Will she escape the devil in the suit or beg for more?

WARNING: This story contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Discretion is advised. An accidental act of heroism reshaped Sera’s life entirely. She lost her sight saving the grandmother of a stranger. In return for her goodness, she was forced into marriage with the old woman’s grandson, Lucian Vitale. He was a mysterious businessman with no interest in love, and as people whispered, colder than ice. Given her circumstances, Sera had no choice but to accept. She became his pretend wife, bound by contract. It was a kind of relationship she’d never imagined living. Sera had never planned to fall for a man she’d never seen. But with every touch, every murmur from Lucian, she was slowly pulled under by longing and feelings that should never have taken root. In darkness, she learned to love—and to bleed. Then came the day her vision returned. She heard a truth that shattered her world and tore at her heart. Frightened beyond reason, Sera ran and vanished. She carried a secret in her womb: the child of their passionate nights together. Four years slipped by. A man stepped back into her life. Same voice, same scent, same way his hands found hers… but he did not know her. He had amnesia. Can Sera escape the man who once meant everything to her? Or is this fate’s way of calling them back to settle what they began—in their beds, their hearts, and the secrets that still wait to be told? Between lies, desire, and memories… will they choose each other still?

Cossette Jonas thought marriage would save her. Instead, it killed her. On the day she wed Frost Thomas—the man she had loved in silence for years—she believed she was stepping into a fairytale. What she didn’t know was that behind his cold eyes and her stepmother Anika’s perfect smile, a trap had already been set. Frost never wanted her… he only wanted to secure her fortune and hand everything over to his true desire—his mistress. Betrayal cut deeper than vows, and Cossette’s happily-ever-after ended in blood. But fate gave her a second chance. Reborn before her doomed wedding, Cossette is no longer the naive bride. This time, she will smile at her enemies, play the perfect daughter, and wait for the right moment to strike. With her best friend Betha at her side and the dangerous, magnetic Ray entering her world, Cossette begins weaving a game of love, lies, and revenge. Anika wants her inheritance. Frost wants his mistress. But Cossette? She wants their downfall. And this time, the bride will not be the sacrifice—she’ll be the executioner.

“In this life, I will rise from the ashes—and make them regret ever touching me.” Betrayed by the two people she trusted most—her husband and her best friend—Elena Ashford, heiress of the illustrious Ashford family, met a cruel end: burned alive in the flames of her broken marriage. But fate grants her a second chance. She wakes up five years in the past, her heart hardened and mind sharp with memories of betrayal. This time, she won’t be the obedient daughter-in-law, the loving wife, or the naive friend. She’ll destroy those who wronged her, piece by piece—using power, wit, and every tool at her disposal. But just when her world is fueled by vengeance, an unexpected bond forms. Enter Mila Blackwood, a bright and curious little girl who clings to Elena with innocent affection. Mila runs to her father Lucas Blackwood... "Dad, that pretty Auntie... I like her a lot. Can she be my mother?" "I won't get married again in this life," Lucas ruthlessly rejected his daughter. Lucas Blackwood is the cold and enigmatic CEO of the Blackwood Industries—who hides his own scars behind an icy exterior. On the path of revenge himself, will he make way for love in his life?

The rules were simple: marry Damian Cross, play the perfect wife, and never let him see the truth. To the world, Ava Sinclair is the picture of elegance poised, wealthy, untouchable. But behind the mask lies a woman on borrowed time, driven by one obsession: uncover what happened to her sister, Lily, who vanished after crossing paths with Damian a year ago. Damian Cross is everything the rumors promise ruthless, brilliant, and dangerously captivating. He built his empire on secrets and shadows, and when Ava steps into his world, he recognizes a liar in his arms. Yet instead of exposing her, he binds her closer, offering her a contract that turns her hunt for answers into a deadly game of proximity. In his fortress of glass and stone, every smile hides a trap, every kiss blurs the line between truth and deception. Ava swore she would never fall for the man who might have destroyed her sister’s life but the deeper she digs, the more she realizes Damian Cross may be the only man who can shatter her… or save her. Because in this marriage built on lies, one truth is undeniable: No one leaves Damian Cross unscathed.

Akira is feared as the Reaper — a dominant alpha, ruthless mafia boss, and CEO of AZ Enterprises. But behind the cold mask lies a man who once gave his heart to someone he should’ve never loved. Now trapped in a political marriage with a delicate omega, Akira must navigate betrayal, secrets, and a haunting past that refuses to let go. In a world ruled by power, instincts, and hidden desires, love might be the deadliest game of all. Can anyone survive it... or is everyone destined to fall?

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

Don’t touch me,” she whispered, even as her body leaned closer. His fingers skimmed her waist, slow and deliberate. “You already crossed that line the moment you trusted me.” Helen Vance is untouchable, wealthy, ruthless, and emotionally closed off after a lifetime of betrayal. Love is a weakness she buried long ago. Derick Ashford was supposed to be a mistake. A clash of tempers. A man she destroyed with a single decision. But one deadly night binds them in silence, guilt, and desire, and the deeper Helen falls, the closer she gets to discovering that the man who knows her body best is hiding the most dangerous truth of all. In a world of lies, power, and bloodstained secrets, love may be the only thing that ruins them both.

They called me the "Blue-Eyed Monster" the moment I learned that being born different meant being disposable. I returned to my real family with a fragile hope—to find home, warmth, the meaning of *family*. Instead, my return marked the beginning of everything collapsing. I learned obedience. I lowered my head. I erased myself for scraps of attention, believing that if I were good enough, useful enough, I would be loved. That attention didn’t save me—it destroyed me, hardening my heart and turning me into the monster they created. When hope finally felt within reach, I discovered the cruelest truth: it was never love, only a shield. To protect themselves, they sacrificed me. A scapegoat. A prisoner. Abandoned without explanation, without a single glance back. Five years passed in silence and betrayal. When I returned, I no longer sought attention or begged for recognition. The **Blue-Eyed Monster** was dead. Only someone who had learned to stay away remained. Yet no matter how hard I tried to avoid everyone, I still fell before the one person I feared most. My body trembled. “I—I’m sorry.” “I will never forgive you.”

She needs stability. He needs a relationship that means nothing. A six-month arrangement. Clear rules. No emotions. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to pretend. This was supposed to end quietly. It never does.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.