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“One day I will kill you.” “Then I’ll die a happy man,” he says softly against her ear. She came to kill the mafia king. He made her his queen. Raven Caruso, the Caruso family's most feared assassin, was sent on a mission that should have been impossible: assassinate Vincent De Luca, the king of the underworld. But Vincent was waiting for her. Now bound by a dangerous marriage that shocks the Obsidian Council, Raven must navigate a world of power, blood, and betrayal while living beside the man she once tried to kill. The only problem? Vincent De Luca might be far more dangerous than she ever imagined. And he seems far too interested in his deadly new wife. Note: Contains R18+ and themes not appropriate for young audiences. Reader's discretion is advised.

On her eighteenth birthday, Elena stood trembling before the entire pack, her heart soaring as she waited for the Alpha—her childhood love, her destined mate—to claim her. Instead, his cruel rejection shattered her world. Dragged before the entire tribe, she was cast aside like worthless refuse, humiliated as he wrapped his arms around her treacherous stepsister. Branded a disgrace, Elena was violently exiled from the only home she'd ever known, left to die alone in the bitter cold. Bleeding and broken, Elena stumbled into the forbidden Midnight Forest, ready to surrender to death's embrace. But fate had other plans. Through the darkness emerged a figure of pure terror—the Lycan King, a legendary hybrid whose name alone made entire packs tremble in fear. The world's most ruthless, most merciless predator. As Elena braced for her final moment, he fell to one knee, his massive frame shaking as he inhaled her scent. A guttural growl tore from his chest: "Mate." The worthless garbage the Alpha discarded became the priceless treasure the Lycan King would burn worlds to protect. When he returned with his unstoppable army at his back, with Elena reborn as his queen at his side, what torment would the Alpha finally deserve? Could he ever imagine the price of his betrayal?

Aria Larkspur is the most reliable agent of the Dimensional Transit Bureau, an organization that repairs unstable storylines across countless worlds. When the dangerous White Moonlight Series begins collapsing, Aria receives a high-risk mission: enter each world and become the male protagonist's unforgettable "White Moonlight." A White Moonlight is the most beautiful memory in someone's heart-the person they loved deeply but could never truly possess. Aria's task seems simple: gain the male lead's trust and stabilize the storyline. But every world proves far more dangerous than expected. Some male leads are cold and suspicious. Some are broken and obsessed. Some refuse to let their "moonlight" leave at all. The deeper Aria goes into the mission, the more tangled the emotions become. Memories blur, trust rises dangerously, and hearts refuse to forget her. Soon Aria realizes a terrifying truth. Being someone's White Moonlight doesn't mean being loved from afar. Sometimes... It means becoming the one person they will never let escape. Arc 1 - Broken Moonlight After waking from a coma, Aria faces her childhood friend's cold revenge while pretending amnesia to rebuild trust. Arc 2 - Guardian's Moonlight Aria saves a bullied boy destined for greatness, but years later his devotion turns possessive, blurring guardian, savior, and love.

"What happens when the person you were made for is the one person you were never supposed to want?” Lilith never had a life. She even had to forge her own surname "Schze" at the age of 12, because her parents wanted nothing of themselves attached to her. Until one day. Just one day. When everything was too much, and she could no longer deny the fact that she might just be a witch. "A witch." Lilith fell off a cliff. And instead of fighting death, she didn't. She accepted it. But it never felt like death. It was an Arrival. To the Kingdom of Thaloria, where class rules. Class is law. Your class decides your fate, First Class commands, Middle Class endures, Lower Class is forgotten. Mixing between them? Forbidden. Deadly. Lilith, a girl with no rank, dares to challenge it all. Starting with the vampire who claims to own her. Duke Drazeil. That name alone sends chills down the spine. An ancient vampire known to hate witches to his core. No heart, literally. His chest is empty. And those mismatched eyes miss nothing. What happens when the species he hates most turns out to be his fated mate? What happens when the bond is irreversible? And what happens when his so-called pet refuses to be one, because she was never meant to be anyone's pet, talk less of his? She has that fiery nature. Well, you'll never know until you read. Hold my pretty hands as we explore this novel together. _____________________________ "What the hell do you want from me?" Fear gripped Lilith's face as she stared at the man who had just spent a fortune buying her. "What do I want from you, hmmm." Drazeil asked himself the question sarcastically. "I want nothing more than to kill you, no — torture you, burn you alive... oh." Duke Drazeil grinned as he looked at her with disgust. His hand moved slowly, wrapping around her throat, not choking, just claiming. Like she was already his. "But I can't, and that's the most infuriating part." He whispered slowly into her ear, his fangs grazing her neck. Lilith laughed. Not a happy laugh, a short, breathless, disbelieving one. "Funny." She breathed. "Because there's nothing I'd love more than to drive a stake through your heart right now." The Duke pulled back slowly and stared at her. Then he smirked. Mildly amused. "You're welcome to try, but, You'll need something far stronger than a stake to kill me." Then without another word he clasped something cold around her throat, a Moonstone Crimson Red Pendant, a Dragon bound in chains. "Consider that your leash, little witch." Lilith's fingers touched the pendant slowly. She looked down at it, then back up at him. A cold smile on her face despite the fear coursing through her. "Seems I'm not the only one in chains." The Duke's smirk faltered. Just for a second. Then he smiled. Slow. Wide. The kind of creepy smile that had nothing warm in it. The sight of his smile was really terrifying. Lilith swallowed hard.

Excerpt: “I warned you, didn’t I, Aliana?” His deep, masculine voice reverberated through the air like silk. Her name rolled off his sinful lips so seductively that it made her want to roll her eyes in reluctant delight. That thought alone made her brows knit in confusion until she heard him continue, “You step into my world, and I will ruin you in ways you never imagined.” Aliana shivered, not only at the warning he had given her far too many times, but also at the way his icy blue eyes pierced her so intensely that it felt as though she might burn and freeze all at once. Yet here she was….alone, standing in his mansion, dimly lit with only the glow of the burning fireplace casting shadows across one side of his gorgeous face. Thunder rolled outside, followed by the onslaught of heavy rain pelting against the massive floor-to-ceiling, black-panelled windows. Ignoring her thrumming heartbeat, she drew in a sharp breath and replied, “You did… but didn’t I say there is nothing I love more than a challenge? If you’re going to ruin me, Gavriel, at least make sure you’re the only one left standing when the dust settles.” His eyes widened ever so slightly before he rose from his armchair and padded across the carpet to stand right before her. The moment his fingers lifted to touch her chin, a jolt of electricity shot down her spine as he leaned in and said, “You want to play a dangerous game, Aliana…. and make no mistake, this devil loves to play.” Tilting her chin closer to his face, he whispered, “So here’s my offer, Aliana…. marry me.” .... The book cover is mine, don't use it.

In a rigid aristocratic society where marriages are political and mistresses are open secrets, Alina Ashworth, daughter of a bankrupt merchant is sold to the most powerful and feared man in the kingdom: Austin Moore, Duke of Ravenmoor. Her official title is his bed warmer. This humiliating title means she is his to use, display, and discard. Yet, he never touches her. Every night, she comes to his room, lies on his bed, but he doesn’t even look at her. But in public, he is a different man. At banquets, his hand is always on her waist and he introduces her to others with possessiveness that make men step back and women glare. Furious at being used as a prop, Alina decides that she will not be his silent ornament. If he wants to display possession, she will give him a performance worth watching. Soon, she weaponizes her bed warmer title, turns the humiliation into power and makes him fall for a woman he was never supposed to want.

Author’s Note: Hi my beautiful readers!! Updates are on hold right now as I’m currently in my final year, writing my semester exams and also working on my thesis. This story means a lot to me, and I don’t want to rush out chapters that don’t meet the standard my babies deserves. I should be done with my semester exams by April 11, after which updates will resume regularly, about three times a week with multiple chapters. Thank you so much for your patience and support. I love you all “I want to do it. “   “What!? “I reply in panic as I begin to struggle against his hold, but he tightens his grip around me. I’m afraid of getting caught, but why is a part of me suddenly excited by this? By the way he’s holding…pulling me close… not letting go. Why do I like it even though I know getting caught could be disastrous? “H… hey, please. Not here… I… I … “I begin, but he cuts me off as he moves a leg between mine and begins to press against my bulge. “Your body tells another story… “He says as he runs his tongue over the marks he created on my neck last night and I shiver in his arms. I feel him smirk against my neck, and I curse myself for how easy it is for him to get a reaction out of me. “But… This is a public space… “I struggle to complete my sentence as he begins to massage my bulge with his thigh. “You’re all I care about right now. “He replies as he reaches for and starts undoing my belt, and I reach down to hold onto it in fear. “What are you saying? Your reputation… “I begin, and he finally pulls away from me. “It would be just fine. “He cuts me off, and I gulp. “Are you ashamed of me? “He suddenly questions, and my eyes widen. “Of course not! It’s just… “I begin, but he doesn’t let me finish. “You’re the one who wanted my attention. “ “Not like this! “   “This is how I want to give it. “He replies, and I stare at him with wide eyes. This is bad. If we're caught fucking here, it'll be chaos. and he doesn't seem to mind that. These brothers are insane!! ***** Five Alphas. One innocent Omega. And a heat no one’s ready for. ******* Known as a misfit with a weird feature(Red eyes), his whole life, everything hit rock bottom when his parents disowned and kicked him out of his home for being attracted to men. One accident later, he wakes up in another world, groggy, naked… and on display at a beastmen auction. They called him rare. Valuable. Breedable. Twenty thousand golden bars later, he’s sold... to not one, but five Alpha brothers. All beastmen. All dangerously possessive. Each one hotter...and crazier...than the last. They’re fighting over who gets to breed him first. And Elián? He’s never even kissed anyone before. Alpha Koda, the calmest of the five brothers, promises Elián will be safe. But nothing about this new world feels safe to Elián. Not the way the Alphas look at him. Not the way his body responds to them. And definitely not that word they keep calling him. Omega. Elián is a man. Men aren’t supposed to have babies. But somehow… every Alpha wants to breed him. Because Elián might just be the key to a generation of powerful beastmen. Now, five ruthless brothers are ready to give Elián everything he could ever want... Including unending love... If he’ll let one of them put a baby in him. How will he react to all this? Especially when he has no idea what it feels like to be loved.

In the secretive depths of the ocean, two sea creatures, Sarit and Abyss, though quite different, stay close only to each other pursuing thirst for revenge. Though they belong to different species, their shared hatred unites them. Sarit was a siren, despising humans, while Abyss, a Cecaelia sea creature, harbors a fierce grudge against the elusive Akkorokamui tribe. As they conspire to carry out their enemies extermination, their plans take an unexpected turn. Instead of vengeance, they discover emotions they never knew existed, for the very targets they sought to destroy. Embarking on an adventurous journey into uncharted waters, Sarit and Abyss confront not only the enemies they once sought to eliminate but also the deeper truths of their world, and themselves. In a realm where betrayal lurks beneath the waves, who will survive this battle? As they unravel the mysteries of a life never seen, they must navigate the complexities of their newfound feelings and decide what truly matters. Will they embrace their emotions, or will the tides of revenge wash them away? Author Note: Read through the first 8-9 chapters before judging, it gets better.

The Return of the Cold King After years of self-imposed exile in Paris, Kang Ha-joon returns to Seoul to take his place as the heir to the JS Group. Hardened by a childhood tragedy and a mother who treats business like war, Ha-joon has no room for sentiment—until he meets his match in his own office. The Fearless Troublemaker Kim Han-eun is a spirited, hardworking employee who lives by one rule: never let the "sharks" see you blink. But after one too many drinks at a company dinner, she accidentally leaves a scathing voicemail for her terrifying boss, calling him a "Grumpy Kangaroo" and criticizing his lack of a heart. A Fragment of the Past Instead of firing her, Ha-joon becomes obsessed. In Han-eun’s fiery eyes, he sees Hanu, the girl from his childhood who was ripped away from him after a mysterious "accident"—a past his mother claimed never existed. As he draws Han-eun closer to uncover the truth, he realizes she has no memory of him or their shared trauma. The Shadow Protector The stakes rise when Lee Min-juh, a brilliant venture capitalist and Ha-joon’s fiercest rival, enters the fray. Min-juh has been Han-eun’s silent guardian for years, and he knows exactly what Ha-joon’s mother did to erase Han-eun’s memories. To protect her, he is willing to dismantle Ha-joon’s empire piece by piece. The Ultimate Choice As corporate secrets and suppressed memories collide, Han-eun must decide: is Ha-joon the monster her boss appears to be, or the boy who has been searching for her for twenty years? In a world where love is a liability, only one man can win her heart—and the other might just burn everything down to stop him.

“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?

"Why are you shy?" Charles's husky voice sounded after I quickly pulled on my robe. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before." His breath was warm against my ear. I closed my eyes and tried to control my raging hormones. How could I tell him that I was shy because I was his brother's girlfriend? When did he get so close? "You should never be shy, Cara." His lips brushed my ear. "You should let me worship you." ******** I just wanted to play a little prank. Now I'm playing with fire. After an embarrassing fall, I wake up in the hospital with my boyfriend's brother by my side instead of my boyfriend. So I do what any sensible girl would do: I claim I've lost my memory. How was I supposed to know my boyfriend was waiting for an excuse to parade my best friend around as his true love? Now I'm stuck. I can't remember "my boyfriend," so I can't confront Edward. What is most baffling, is his older brother. My no-nonsense, Icy veined boss, Charles has decided to play along. He's acting as my boyfriend, and he's taking the role very seriously. Too seriously. His hands linger. His eyes follow me. Knowing what I know, why does his attention feel so good? Why am I starting to wish I actually lost my memory?

Ten years ago, the Thorne empire didn’t just collapse—it screamed. Sloane Thorne was only eighteen when she stood on the manicured lawn of her family estate and watched the person she loved most—her father, Silas—consumed by a fire that turned her world to cinder. The man standing next to her as the roof caved in was Arthur Vane, her father’s protégé and the man who would spend the next decade building a trillion-dollar kingdom on the charred remains of the Thorne patents. The Vengeance: Now, Sloane is back. She hasn't spent the last decade grieving; she’s spent it climbing. As a ruthless venture capitalist, she has played a high-stakes game of financial chess to corner Arthur Vane. In a single, cold-blooded boardroom coup, she buys his debt, seizes his tower, and prepares to erase his name from history. Her goal is simple: total professional and personal annihilation of the man who stole her future. The Twist: But as the "Vane" signs are ripped from the walls, the earth at the old Thorne estate begins to give up its secrets. A new excavation reveals a second set of remains, turning a tragic accident into a double homicide investigation. Suddenly, the narrative Sloane has fed her soul for ten years begins to fracture. The Trap: Arthur Vane isn't the cowering villain she expected. He is a man haunted by a truth he’s kept behind a wall of silence. When Sloane forces him into a humiliating "consultancy" role to watch his own downfall, she unwittingly traps herself in a web of shifting loyalties. As they are forced into a toxic, magnetic proximity, Sloane discovers that the "villain" may have been her protector—and the "victim" she worshipped might have been the architect of his own destruction. The Legacy: With a shadowy third party watching their every move and a "Ghost" from the past threatening to reclaim the empire, Sloane and Arthur must decide if they will continue to burn each other down or unite to face the true monster waiting in the smoke. In a world where wealth is a weapon and love is a liability, the only thing more dangerous than a secret is the person willing to die for it.

the girl who wants someone, who can talk with her , who can understand her !

"This was all for your...revenge?" His grip is tightening round my neck. Choking me. His face all over me. Taking in my scent. He breathes me in. Raises his head and goes again and again like I was some calming antidote to his madness. "Go for it, Grace. Kiss him. Let your scent calm his beast. Or he will rip your throat out. He doesn't recognise the difference between right and wrong now. Do it or you will be dead." The annoying voice in my head pleads. "I'm not going to initiate..." Before I have a chance to finish my sentence, before I even have a chance to draw breath, his mouth swoops down and captures mine in a hungry, searing kiss. His lips are voracious, taking everything I have to give and then demanding even more. The fire that glows within me burns and crackles even hotter than what he stoked that night, hotter by tenfold. "You shouldn't do this to me," he whispers against my mouth. "You shouldn't. Everything about you is absolutely wrong. And yet..." =========================== Grace Cooper was once the doted-on daughter of powerful Beta parents until the night her younger sister died. Accused of the murder and unable to defend herself because she was born mute, Grace lived a miserable life. She was locked up most of the time, and in the rare times she was freed, she slaved away doing menial labor. For years she lived under their hatred, blamed for a crime she never committed. When she finally turned of age for the Moon Judgement, the pack decided her fate―she was to be sentenced to death by hanging. But that didn't come to pass. Grace is saved by a striking Lycan. Tall, intimidating, and infuriatingly seductive, Sucre Winchester, the Lycan King of the North, had been hunting for his fated mate for years. Only, he never expected fate to lead him to a broken Omega. And he isn't the only one tied to her. Sucre has two identical brothers, and they too feel a bond with her. Grace is everything the Lycans are raised to despise―a weak werewolf who is no better than a human. The Lycans have spent centuries wiping out the wolf packs, and now, their fated mate belongs to one. They should reject her. They should kill her. Yet, she is the only female whose scent could drive them to territorial madness. So instead, they claim her. Now, hunted by her former pack and trapped in the brutal politics of Lycan royalty, Grace must survive three dangerously dominant mates whose instincts demand to protect, possess... and knot. But as the truth about her sister's death begins to surface, it becomes clear that her execution was never about justice. It was about silencing her. And the three dark Lycans who have knotted her may have unleashed something far more dangerous than they expected. =========================== TRIGGER WARNING This book contains mature and potentially distressing themes intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. Within these pages you will encounter depictions of: Graphic sexual content, Knotting, Psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, Grief, trauma and PTSD, Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse. These themes are explored with intention and are central to the characters' journey. Author's Note: To the late bloomers. May you find your pack, may you find your mate, may you find your man. whatever it is you desire.

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Trisha’s voice was silk and venom. “Tell me, Azael… how many times have you kissed that blind girl? Helpless… and still innocent.” He was meant to drink her blood—not crave her soul. Elana, blind and fragile, stumbled into a vampire’s lair. Unarmed, unknowing… yet the moment her scent and voice reached him, something in Azael stirred. His hunger twisted into something far more dangerous: desire. Azael, the cold lord of darkness, is drawn to a light he vowed never to feel. And Elana, brave despite her blindness, is trapped in a world where monsters wield power…and hearts. As her presence awakens the part of him he thought was dead, the question becomes inevitable: Can a creature of night truly love the light that blinds him?

The Alpha’s Second Soul: Marking My Tragic Omega ​"I spent twenty-three years trapped in a body that didn't want to live. Now, I have a heart that won't stop beating for him." ​Lin Cheng was a ghost in the modern world—an orphan born with a terminal heart disease, counting his days from a broken three-seater sofa. His only escape was the world of webnovels, until the day his heart finally gave out while reading about a "Scum Alpha" who shared his name. ​When he opens his eyes, the sterile smell of the hospital is gone, replaced by expensive sandalwood and the intoxicating pheromones of an S-Class Alpha. ​Lin Cheng has transmigrated into the body of the First Son of Minister Lin—a brilliant scholar turned drunken gambler who has just been forced into a "Scandalous Marriage" with Lu Hang, a delicate, hardworking Omega who sold his soul to the Lin family just to buy medicine for his sick grandmother. ​In the original story, the "Scum Alpha" Lin Cheng treated Lu Hang like a slave, beating him and humiliating him until the boy took his own life in despair. ​But the new Lin Cheng isn't a monster. ​Armed with 21st-century knowledge and a powerful, healthy Alpha body, Lin Cheng vows to rewrite the script. While the Imperial Court expects a drunken failure, he shows up as a cold, calculating genius. And while the world expects him to discard his "lowly" Omega, Lin Cheng has other plans. ​"They called you a curse, Lu Hang," Lin Cheng whispers, his thumb grazing the boy’s trembling bottom lip as he pins him against the silk pillows. "But to me, you’re the only reason this heart beats. From tonight on, if anyone touches a hair on your head... I’ll burn the Empire to the ground." ​He didn't just come to survive the plot. He came to claim the one person the world forgot to love. PLEASE READ BEFORE PROCEEDING] ​This novel is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). > "The Alpha’s Second Soul" contains explicit sexual content, intense Alpha/Omega dynamics, and themes of obsession and possession. It also touches on heavy subjects including: ​Past Trauma & Abuse: (References to the "Scum Alpha's" past treatment of the Omega). ​Non-Consensual Situations: (The original "Incident" that forced the marriage). ​Graphic Violence: (Imperial politics and physical confrontations). ​Explicit Language. ​Note from the Author: While this is a story of redemption and deep, passionate love, the world of the Neo-Vane Empire is harsh. If you are sensitive to these themes, please read with caution.

One minute he is Valentine Reynolds, the most honourable man and a true hero in his world, and the next minute he is the trash of another world. ‎ ‎Cast to the bottom of the food chain where shame was his daily bread and bullying his normal life, he struggled. How did this happen? HE TRANSMIGRATED. Wait... But how did he become the weakest demon in an academy where only the strong survived? An academy where only the most atrocious things happen! (Slavery, Pimping, Killing, Sedating, Torture, Rape, Sodomy). Sodomy? SODOMY??? What exactly about his past life was so wrong to be so heartlessly cursed with such severe punishment? Valentine Reynolds was highly HOMOPHOBIC!! ... But Val's predicament was nothing compared to the actual craft of this world. Here, you will see seven princes of hell wage war against themselves. Here, you will see the true nature of their abilities. Here, you will see them wrestle with other entities, weak or strong just to get to the throne. Here, you will see them mess with their weakness and prey on the weak. Here, you will see what happens in an academy where everyone is ruthless. Here, you get to see what it means for the Ruler of Hell to fall in love. Here, you get to see what happens when the one whom Hell bows to crumble his world to protect his heart. Here, you WILL see what happens when you mess with Hell himself. What? You want to see this happen? Then swipe open the chapters already! ------- NOTE: This book is slow paced. ~~~~ Releases on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mass Releases on Saturdays and Sundays.

Love bound them. Deception sealed their fate. In the quiet village of Wisteria, Damaris lives freely—weaving tales and tending her herbs. Until a mysterious gardener arrives. Cold, silent, and unnervingly perceptive, he disrupts her peaceful life, sparking clashes, teasing, and an undeniable connection. With every passing second, irritation was slowly shifting to unease and unease to something neither of them can dare name. In a land of quiet mornings and dazzling nights, Damaris finds herself unsettled by his presence, sensing that behind his silence lies something dangerous. *** Excerpt How had they ended up in that position? Just a moment ago, there had been a distance between them. Now, the lake swallowed more than half her form, her chest pressed against his, her hand locked in one of his own while the other wrapped around her waist, daring her to break free from him if she willed. Yet her will was lost. His gray eyes held hers, steadfast and unyielding, seizing all form of reason from her. The water was cold, yet in that moment, a sort of warmth bloomed within her. From her heaving breasts to her feet that stood atop his own. “I—I thought you were immune to my charms,” the words left as a whisper that tickled the deepest parts of his ears. He leaned closer. “So did I” His lips met hers. Her world came to a still as she felt her entire being become molten silver. And Damaris knew… She was already undone.