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A young girl battles the storms of life-family struggles, heartbreak, career setbacks, and overwhelming responsibilities. In the darkest moments, she clings to hope, searching for the light that will guide her through. One day she meets a man who feels like light-but is he the one meant to stay and heal her darkness, or just the one who teaches her what love should feel like ?

Isabella Romano has always known her father’s gambling addiction would destroy their family—she just never imagined it would cost her freedom. When Giovanni Romano loses $5 million to the Salvatore crime family and can’t pay, his debt is called in by the most feared man in New York: Dante Salvatore, the 32-year-old Don who rules the city’s underworld with ruthless efficiency. But Dante doesn’t want money—he wants something far more valuable. He wants Isabella. Forced into a contract marriage to settle her father’s debt, 24-year-old Isabella becomes the unwilling wife of a man she’s been taught to fear. Dante is everything she despises: cold, violent, controlling, and dangerously possessive. He claims her as his property, locks her in his gilded mansion-prison, and makes it clear she’ll never escape. But Isabella isn’t the submissive bride Dante expected. She fights him at every turn, challenges his authority, and refuses to surrender—even as the explosive chemistry between them threatens to consume them both. As Isabella navigates the treacherous world of mafia politics, she discovers that Dante isn’t the monster everyone believes him to be. Beneath the ruthless exterior is a man haunted by tragedy, bound by duty, and desperately alone. The more time she spends with him, the more the lines between hate and desire blur. But their forced union has made Isabella a target. Rival families see her as Dante’s weakness. Traitors within his own organization plot to use her against him. And when a ghost from Dante’s past resurfaces, threatening everything he’s built, Isabella must decide: will she run from the man who imprisoned her, or stand beside the beast who would burn the world to keep her safe? In a world where love is the ultimate weakness and trust can get you killed, Isabella and Dante must learn that the most dangerous chains aren’t made of steel—they’re forged from passion, obsession, and a love worth dying for.

Iren Hale signs the contract because he has no choice. Drowning in debt and facing consequences he can’t escape, he accepts a deal offered by Kael Ardent a powerful man who doesn’t explain much and doesn’t ask twice. The terms are simple on paper stability, protection, discretion. What the contract doesn’t say is how completely it will rearrange Iren’s life. Kael doesn’t demand affection. He doesn’t force intimacy. He only assumes obedience. Control comes quietly through routines, rules framed as care, and choices that stop feeling like choices at all. Iren tells himself it’s temporary. That he’s trading time for safety. That this isn’t ownership. But when the contract begins to feel safer than freedom, and walking away hurts more than staying, Iren realizes the real danger was never the paper he signed. It was the man who believed consent, once given, never expires.

At the school gala, Athena made her grand entrance in the black net dress Rhydric had bought for her. The gown clung to her like a second skin, sheer black net layered over a fitted underdress that hugged every curve without apology. The neckline dipped dangerously… only half her boobs are hidden. The attention shifted the instant she entered. Head turned. Conversations died down immediately. Athena didn't care one bit, instead her eyes scanned the hall, searching for her four handsome men, and she found them already staring. No, not just staring. Devouring. Eryx let out a low breath. “Fuck you, Rhydric,” he muttered, eyes glued to her. “Why would you get her a dress like that?” Rhydric didn’t answer right away. He moved, setting his glass down on the table with an annoying calm. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. “That's because, I know what suits my girl best.” he said smoothly, clearly pleased with himself. "Corrections...our girl." Azrael corrected as he drank from his glass. Rhydric ignored his brothers and ignored the countless stares…some stunned, some jealous, some openly resentful. Rhydric closed the distance between them. His hand slid up, and his fingers curled possessively around her neck, without warning he crashed his lips onto hers. Athena gasped, the sound melting into the kiss, and then she smiled against his mouth. Rhydric’s kiss was dark and possessive. It wasn’t gentle at all. In fact, it's the opposite of that. His lips moved hungrily against hers, like a man starving for years. Azrael looked away. Then back again. He shouldn’t be jealous anymore. He knew that. Still…he couldn’t help it. Theodore, on the other hand, smiled, fully satisfied. Waiting patiently for his turn. Eryx rolled his eyes so hard they almost fell out of his head. When the kiss still hadn’t ended, he strode toward them, voice low, almost a growl. “Alright... you've had enough.” Rhydric kissed her a little longer, just to be cruel, before finally releasing her. Athena was all flushed and breathless. Her lips were swollen. Eryx didn’t give her a second to recover. He slammed his lips onto hers, one hand gripped her waist, the other grabbing her ass without hesitation. Athena moaned into his mouth, but the loud music swallowed the sound whole. Eryx pulled back slightly, just enough to smile against her lips, utterly satisfied. He knew she was going to make him pay for that later. And he was all in. Azrael watched, jealousy twisting sharp and unwanted in his chest, but the sight was so damn hot that he felt his little brother twitch. And that was it. His patience snapped. He stood, crossed the space in seconds, yanked Eryx away from Athena, fisted his hand in her hair, and kissed her hard. Athena thought she might actually die. Her knees nearly buckled. She was already dripping wet. Her panties literally soaked. Oh…Fuck them. Fuck them all. Around them, the students stared. Jealousy burning through them. Azrael kissed her until he was satisfied, then finally pulled back. Athena was red as a tomato. He smirked. “You look wrecked...Viper." She slapped his chest and glared up at him. “Shut up...That's all of you fault.” Rhydric and Eryx only smiled. She pushed Azrael back slightly and looked past him. Then she saw Theodore. He was sitting on the table, legs spread wide. One hand tapped lazily against the surface, the other resting on his lap. When their eyes met, he smiled. But beneath that smile, was barely restrained hunger. The three of them had already ruined her enough. He hadn’t wanted to add to it. But, Athena didn’t like that at all. She’d been waiting for his kiss too. So she walked toward him instead. Theo’s jaw clenched the moment she got close. She climbed onto him without hesitation, sitting directly on his little brother. He groaned, arms wrapping around her waist. Before his lips met hers, he murmured teasingly, “Fuck Athena..." without warning he slammed his lips on hers. discord: thaymi_1

Vivian Ning woke up in a romance reality show with two gifts: a 10 billion yuan debt and a heart that would stop in 24 hours. The original owner? A discarded heiress framed by A-list celebrity Xavier Gu as a "sasaeng fan." The entire internet was waiting for her to kneel and apologize. But Vivian Ning doesn't kneel. She kicks down the studio door instead. Armed with the national-level AI system "Judge," she projects Gu's tax evasion records—500 million yuan worth—onto every screen in the country. Live. In front of 10 million viewers. The celebrity gets dragged away in handcuffs while she smirks at the camera: "You're welcome. I'm just doing community service." The problem? Every time she uses the system, it drains her life force. The only way to recharge? Physical contact with Lucien Pei—a ruthless business tycoon who suffers from "lie allergy." One touch from a liar causes him excruciating pain. But Vivian Ning? She's the only person who makes his world go silent. Now she's trapped between survival and desire: expose criminals to extend her life, or embrace the dangerous man who's obsessively addicted to her touch. From celebrity scandals to family vendettas to international crime syndicates—Vivian Ning will burn down the entertainment industry, reclaim her inheritance, and maybe, just maybe, fall for the one man who's as broken as she is. Debt? She'll pay it with other people's prison sentences.

Aphiwe survived. She survived a Jokai attack, and no one has ever survived the creature's venom. But it has produced massive consequences in that she is trapped inside of her own body. Desperate to heal and recover, she accepts an offer from her mother. There is a way that can save her body, reading a book. The book makes it clear. IF YOU READ THIS BOOK, YOU WILL DIE. And so she has begun and her world has started to change, she can see things inside of others. It's not clear how it helps her body but her world is expanding. But no one lives in a vacuum. Her surviving has created great attention throughout all the great houses and even the Matriarch Prime. But Aphiwe is the daughter of Thato Ndlovu-Sana ninth daughter of the Ndlovu-Sana great house, who hold secrets that could get them and their entire sisterhood killed. This is a tale of a child's growth, a mother's love and a potentially criminal organization that is trying to be discovered and destroyed.

Ellora’s marriage to Crown Prince Aster was decided long before love could ever grow. Once bound by childhood affection, they now stand as husband and wife in a palace ruled by appearances and quiet cruelty. As betrayal begins to surface, Ellora’s place beside the crown grows increasingly fragile. When Grand Duke Hayes returns from the North, unspoken feelings and buried memories awaken, shifting the balance of both heart and power. In a world where love is forbidden and loyalty is dangerous, Ellora must decide what she is willing to lose—and what she dares to desire.

When her boyfriend invites her to his hometown for his parent’s anniversary, Lyra imagines a quiet trip, a weekend of polite introductions and good food. Instead an attack shatters the town's peaceful facade. Out of the shadows, another pack descends, and in an instant, the humans around her transform, shifting into wolves right before her eyes. What should have been impossible unfolds in the span of a heartbeat. The world Lyra thought she knew crumbles, and in its place stands a truth more terrifying and beautiful than anything she could have imagined. And then comes the most unsettling realization of all, only Lyra could have stumbled into this world. The town is invisible to normal humans. No one else can see it. Which means Lyra is not normal at all. Drawn deeper into the conflict between rival packs, Lyra begins to sense something stirring within herself. A power she cannot name. A history she does not yet understand. The town sees it even before she dares to believe it—the mark of someone who belongs to a different kind of bloodline, one just as ancient as the wolves’. But with her power still dormant, and her place between humans and wolves uncertain, Lyra must confront the question she’s avoided her entire life: who is she really, and what is she destined to become? -------- Alpha Cyrus is haunted by a curse as old as age itself. Long before he was born, his once-great pack, vast, prosperous, and united was broken apart. Wolves who could no longer bear the weight of the curse abandoned his ancestors, forming a rival pack that has grown into his greatest enemy. Where there was once strength, there is now division. Where there was once family, there is now war. He grew up in the shadow of that history. He saw the curse not only as tragedy but as weakness. Generations of wolves had been destroyed by the curse, brought to ruin when bonds were cut short, undone by grief when fate turned cruel. To him, the mate bond was nothing more than a poison disguised as love. He swore he would never allow it power over him, and he despised those who had lost themselves to it. Until Lyra Winters. The moment their paths cross, everything he thought he knew shatters. She is his mate. His. And with her comes a truth he never wanted to face. The bond is real, its pull undeniable. For the first time in his life, Cyrus understands the grief of those who came before him, because he can finally imagine what it would mean to lose her. But the curse that tore his ancestors apart is still alive, and the rival pack born from that division is rising stronger than ever. War is coming. Cyrus must fight not only to protect what remains of his people but also to shield Lyra from the fate that has destroyed every mate before her. For the first time in generations, he refuses to accept the ending written for his bloodline. For Lyra, he will fight the curse. For her, he will lead his pack against the wolves who once called his family their own. Because this time, he will not let history repeat itself. ------- WARNING This story is intended for mature readers. It contains dark themes, intense emotional conflict, violence, betrayal, intimacy and supernatural elements that may be uncomfortable or triggering to some audiences. Read it at your own risk.

Hiraya Chavez never dreamt that death would cause her to transmigrate into the body of Carmelita Mendoza, the pretty young neglected pregnant widow of the rich and influential Mendoza family. Known by many names; a ruthless assassin, a masked vigilante, a master of deception, and the cyber mage, Hiraya was a legend both feared and abhorred. She was her own boss and bowed down to no one. But everything changes when Hiraya become the victim of a premeditated explosion. She wakes up in a hospital, with memories that do not belong to her and a friendly-looking nurse addressing her as Carmelita. "Who the hell is Carmelita?" ***** Orphaned at birth and forced to marry into a family that despises her, Carmelita Mendoza endured two miserable years of being married to a drunk, an abusive wife beater and a chronic gambler. Her seemingly pathetic life turns for the worse when her husband dies in a ghastly car accident. On the day of her husband's funeral, a man arrives at the memorial venue, flaunting naked pictures of himself and Carmelita entangled intimately, while claiming he is responsible for her mysterious pregnancy. Branded an adulterer and stripped of her entitlement to her husband's property, Carmelita is banished by her in-laws, with nothing except the torn clothes on her body. Rejected, broken, and depressed, Carmelita decides to take her own life by jumping off a tall building. However, instead of crashing on the cold, concrete floor, her body drops on the roof of a sleek grey Maybach Exelero, parked by the roadside. What would happen when Carmelita, now Hiraya, is confronted by Kendrick Silva - an enigmatic business tycoon and the third heir to the richest family in LampStone- for the damage to his car and for stealing his heart? Would she give love a second chance when she discovers that Ken is the mysterious man responsible for her pregnancy? And most importantly, what would she do to protect her adorable son when Hiraya's past life catches up with her?

Tang Ziqian’s greatest dream was to live a simple life with the people he loved most—but even at a young age, he learned that life was never meant to be easy. His parents abandoned him to pursue new love. The boyfriend he had loved for five years cheated on him and left him for his stepbrother. Friends he truly considered family mocked him. And his grandmother—the only person who genuinely loved him—passed away because he couldn’t afford her medication. In the end, everyone he loved had abandoned him. What is he striving for? Why must he suffer? Everything turned dull—a monotonous routine sustaining his existence. In time, he began to "play." Having sex with strangers he met at a bar once a week brought a spark into his mundane life. Unacceptable? Disgusting? Yes. But he grew addicted to the fleeting warmth and sweetness offered by people whose names he didn’t even know. Is this the life he dreamed of? No. He knew this wasn’t the life he was meant to have. He tried to fight against what felt like his fate—but the more he resisted, the worse things became. As days and years passed, he accepted that misery was his destiny. Then one day, he unexpectedly woke up in a new world and met new people. Is this a second chance granted to him—to pursue what he truly wanted? ___________________. English is not my first language. Kindly comment for wrong spelling and grammar. Thank you and enjoy reading.

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

[Warning: Mature Content] In the world of magic, amidst various species, there existed the Lumens. They were highly coveted for their blood and their extraordinary powers. ​ Amongst them was a Lumen Princess named Evelyn, an ethereal beauty, who lived her entire life believing she was weak and powerless. Abandoned by her father, abused by her stepmother & tormented by her brother, she never knew love. Shunned by society, she spent her entire life as a caged bird. ​But things start to change when Evelyn is sent to the infamous Blood Moon Academy on her eighteenth birthday, under the guise of completing her further education. ​The twist? The academy is situated in a kingdom of vampires. Terrified to be a walking delicacy amongst the creatures of the night, all it took was one fateful encounter to meet the most powerful predator alive—the crown prince of Versailles, Ivan Ignia De Ashen. He was drop-dead gorgeous and considered to be the epitome of perfection. He appeared as cold as ice, but was a raging inferno within, ready to burn anyone who dared to step into his breathing space. ​He warns her to stay away, but fate has its own plan. What will she do when he decides to claim her as his? ​Thrown together in a royal gothic academy full of power-hungry nobles, twisted professors, and more secrets than spellbooks, what truth will they uncover about their bloodlines and their past? ​ With enemies lurking in the shadows and ancient darkness threatening to rise again, what happens when the secrets about them begin to unravel? Excerpt- He finally moved his sinful lips and said "Hm, I'll help you catch up with your studies" he said, pausing for a moment before continuing "I don't usually do this....help, I mean. But since your progress also affects me, that's the only reason I'll help you this time." "Though, Princess, there are a couple of things I need you to keep in mind, before we move forward." When she nodded he continued, "I don't like wasting time. So when I call, you come. I don't appreciate anyone being intrusive about my matters, so I'd prefer if you keep any curious thoughts to yourself." "And lastly..," He leaned in slightly, maintaining steady eye contact with her. His voice dropped to a low, almost warning tone. "Don't fall in love with me. I don't do love. And the minute I find you show any signs of clinginess… that's when you'll pay the price." ..... "My payment would be…your blood." His eyes suddenly turned serious as he continued, "You shall never offer your blood to anyone else throughout your academic years...meaning you will never serve anyone else." Eve stood stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to finish. Then he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers, and whispered, "Except me." The only word that kept echoing in her mind was 'blood'....and she could see she was becoming something rare in his eyes. A delicacy reserved for the devil himself. The book cover is mine, don't use it!

Mei and Otis once loved each other during the most innocent years of their youth, only to break up in the middle of a heavy storm, leaving countless words unspoken. Years later, fate forces them quite unwillingly to become… roommates. A girl who’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside, sharp-tongued yet soft-hearted; A guy who’s rough around the edges but deeply loyal... The two of them crash back into each other’s lives amid hectic summer days, torrential rain, and the smallest moments of daily life. She says she doesn’t like him anymore. He says he’s long forgotten their past. But neither of them has ever changed their phone wallpaper, their old habits remain, and every time they face each other, their hearts skip a beat. From petty arguments, endless teasing, to sudden moments of quiet tenderness— there is still something between them that hasn’t ended. A storm arrives, dragging up all the feelings they buried. A silly blue penguin raincoat. A late-night phone call. And a truth both of them stubbornly refuse to say aloud: “I still like you.” A gentle, humorous, heart-achingly sweet urban romance about two people who once lost each other and slowly learn how to find their way back to each other’s hearts.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic If you want to continue reading, they’re posted on ko-fi.com/taro13755. It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker. Wilder. No longer red. I used to be soft. Gentle. Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open. And I let them. Because they fed me love. They crowned me with lust. And now power is breaking everything that held me still. This isn’t a romance. It’s a hunger. A reckoning. A memory that never died — even when I did. Ten butterflies or more. Ten lovers or more. Ten or more reasons I’m becoming something else entirely. And I am the bloom. The chalice. The girl at the center of the storm, still moaning for more. Please be nice to me — I write this for fun and just go with whatever comes to mind. I’m not a professional writer, and I’m not planning to be. I just enjoy writing, especially slow pacing and dragging things out. Sometimes I confuse the reader by not explaining whether it’s the past, present, or current timeline. So, read at your own risk! If you want to continue reading, they’re posted on at ko-fi.com/taro13755.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed broken, medicated, and alone. She is told her life ended weeks ago. Her fiancé stands beside her and calmly explains that they broke up before the accident. That the separation was mutual. That he stayed only out of decency. He is already with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and he speaks as if this has always been the truth. The room accepts it. Doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion. Nurses soften their voices. The same explanation is repeated with quiet confidence until it begins to sound official. Documented. Settled. Then Willow looks to the one person who might contradict him. He does not. Her fiancé’s closest friend who despises her, says nothing. He simply nods once. A small, controlled gesture that confirms everything without saying a word. With that, the past closes. Every detail they recount contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks erased. Conversations rewritten. A relationship reassigned without her consent. If she protests, she will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. She will sound unstable. Emotional. Confused. So she stays silent. And in that silence, something colder begins to form. Why would her fiancé need the past rewritten now, when she cannot safely object. Why would his closest friend choose this moment to agree. And what was decided about her while she lay unconscious. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance. Some knives do not need to be seen. They cut because no one hears them move.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector. Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night." Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman." --- Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and become celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities. Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her. Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…

Princess Elinessa was enjoying her new life inside a fluffy novel; with jewels, gowns, and the ease of a crown. Determined to avoid the messy drama of the main plot, she chose to live quietly as a side character. And complete the novel by helping the main characters in their plot. But a strange glitch rewrote the story, merging it with something darker. Suddenly, a villain who was never meant to exist appeared… and his eyes were fixed on her. Will she manage to stay out of the rewritten tale and find a way back home, or be pulled into a fate that was never hers to claim? Come and find out in this slow-burn romance. EXCERPT: Elinessa’s breath came sharp and furious as she was running, soaked gown clinging to her frame, golden hair plastered to her cheeks. She turned around the corner, heart racing but she slammed right into him. A hand shot out. Fingers curled tight as steel wrapped around her wrist. Her wrist was pinned held high against the wall in Drayce’s iron grip and yet, her glare didn’t waver. She looked every bit a furious storm in silk and bruises. He looked...cold and quietly, unmistakably furious too. Drayce tilted his head, water dripping from his dark hair strands, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Running?” he said softly. Too softly. Elinessa yanked her wrist. But he didn’t let go, even tightening his hold on her. “Let me go,” she hissed, her voice trembling perhaps due to cold or anger. He stepped closer. Bringing his face too close to hers. “Feisty for a dove.” he murmured, breath ghosting against her rain-slick skin. “I decide who flies in my territory.” His golden eyes dragged over her face, slow and unbothered like he had all the time in the world. “You keep fighting like you're not already caged.” Elinessa’s eyes narrowed, voice steady even as her pulse pounded: “Careful, Your Majesty. Even caged birds bite. You were never meant to be part of my story,” she snapped, shaking with fury. His smile was bitter. Bladed he replied “And yet, here we are. The story is ours now” Elinessa (whispering): “Then I’ll rewrite the ending… before it rewrites me.” Drayce’s smile deepened not warm, but cold. Like a hunter who hadn’t caught a bird... but clipped its wings himself.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!! Bullied, unwanted and neglected all her life, Theodora thought only one thing could make her regain her honour - Win the blood Tournament and Gain her father's favour as his heir. But things don't go as planned. Instead, her father rewards her victory with a sentence far worse than death: Betrothal to Cain Pendragon, the ruthless Dark Alpha King whose names alone makes the whole realm tremble. Refusing to become a pawn in a monster's game, Theo disappears. Her refuge is Gravemont Academy - an elite all- male training academy where the weak is trampled upon, and heirs are forged into Kings. With the help of her best friend, Eric, whom she is hopelessly in love with, she disguises herself as her cousin and Joins the Academy. The intention was to lay low, but not when she was paired with a Dark-eyed roommate, Hezekiah Pendragon, the son of Cain and Eric's little brother. He reeks of sin and violence, with a lethal promise in his gaze. And of course, Sylas Veylor - her Homeroom professor with piercing blue eyes, with a deadly calm and shadows darker than anyone could decipher. Now, she's stuck between the both of them, trying to hide not just her secret identity but an even darker secret of hers that could shatter bloodlines, ignite war, and without a doubt, change the fate of the werewolf realm! And the Dark Alpha is closer than she thinks. Much closer. Excerpt from the book: Zeke's voice dropped to barely a whisper. "You think your heart belongs to Eric…" His thumb brushed the edge of her pillow, so close to her cheek his knuckles grazed her breath, "…but your heart hasn't met me properly yet," Theo's throat bobbed. "I'm not giving you up, Hellcat. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until you look at me, really look at me, and your heart says my name," Her lips parted, and a shaky breath escaped. Zeke straightened slightly but he didn't step back, "I won't touch you without permission anymore, and I won't force anything," He swallowed hard, his eyes burning with a lethal promise, "But mark my words Hellcat, the day I catch you staring at me the same way you look at Eric, or i sniff a whisper of my name in your mind, I will let loose and god helps anyone who gets in my way," He exhaled softly. "And trust me, Hellcat…" His orange eyes glowed faintly, his wolf shimmering beneath the surface, "…you will," Another Excerpt from the book: Something fluttered in her chest and she slowly looked up at him with trembling eyes. Sylas looked back at her, "I've never wanted anything more. I know I'm older—far older," he said, his voice low and steady, like he was confessing a sin he had no intention of repenting for, "but that changes nothing for me." Theo's heartbeat stuttered again. Sylas took one step and faced her properly, "When I'm with you," he continued, "The chaos stops. The noise stops and the world stops trying to tear itself apart," His eyes stared into hers, open and unflinchingly honest, "You are the first thing in a very long time that doesn't feel like a war," Theo's breath hitched, and his voice deepened with a quiet tremor beneath the calm, "Do you know what that means for a man like me?" Her throat tightened and she shook her head. "It means I'm already ruined," ✅Steamy ✅Werewolf ✅Enemies To Lovers ✅Forbidden Romance ✅Love Triangle ✅Strong Female Lead ✅Secrets ✅Smut ✅Dark Academia ✅Forced Proximity ✅Twists at Every Turn ✅Mafia You can also read my Other books... His Majesty's Bride ( Highly Recommended) Enchantment of the Night - Get ready to be mindblown.

A mysterious masked woman is assigned to serve to serve as the crown prince's loyal bodyguard. Both of them are the two opposite sides of a coin. But as they grow closer, love sparks between and dangerous secrets from her past threatens to tear them apart. What is she hiding? How will it affect him? And will he ever be able to unmask and uncover all her secrets? Who knows!

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.