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Framed for poisoning Lila (her sister) at the full-moon feast, Elena lost everything in one night. Her name, her pack, her future. The Shadowpine alphas sentenced her to death by exile. They chained her and shipped her north as tribute to the Blackthorn brothers; three feral lycan kings whose wolves had already started turning rogue. Darius, Kane, and Rylan Blackthorn rule the Frostfang territories with blood on their hands. Twenty years ago their father raped a witch’s daughter. The curse that followed branded the brothers: without a true fated mate their wolves would drive them mad in six months and force them to slaughter every living thing in the North. Elena is that mate. The second she steps into their hall the bond snaps tight. They knot her that same night, hard and without mercy, because the curse leaves them no choice. What starts as captivity turns into something darker. Elena carries latent alpha blood her pack hid from her. The bond wakes it. She learns to shift just enough to command their wolves when they lose control. She learns to want the violence they offer. She stops fighting the heat and starts using it. She walks back into Shadowpine with the brothers at her back and slits her father’s throat herself. ============================ The witch returns demanding Elena’s firstborn as payment. Pregnancy nearly kills her. Rival packs smell weakness and march north. Through it all the three alphas stay possessive, brutal, and unapologetic. They never soften into safe men. Elena never asks them to. She chooses them because they are the only ones strong enough to stand beside the queen she becomes. Knotted by the Three Feral Alphas is dark reverse-harem lycan romance that stays dark. No redemption arcs that erase the teeth. Just one woman who rises from chained prisoner to ruler of the frozen North while three cursed kings knot her, fight for her, and burn the world that tried to break her. WARNING!! MATURE AND 18+ CONTENT! THIS BOOK CONTAINS BRAVE NUDITY AND VOILENCE! VIEWER DESCRIPTION IS ADVISED!!! This book contains mature and potentially distressing scenes which are intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for person under the age of 18. You will come across depictions of Graphic sexual content, Knotting, psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, grief, trauma and PTSD. Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse These scenes are intentionally created and are necessary to the characters' journeys.

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

The night Elena Rossi turns nineteen, she receives a letter from a man who supposedly died twelve years ago. There are only three words inside: DON'T TRUST ADRIAN. She doesn't know who Adrian is. She doesn't know why her mother is terrified of the letter. And she certainly doesn't know why, hours later, Adrian Moretti appears at her doorstep. He is the heir to the most powerful criminal family in the city—and apparently, he knows things about Elena that even she doesn't know about herself. Adrian claims he's there to protect her. Elena thinks he's lying. Then people around her start disappearing, her mother's secrets begin surfacing, and Elena discovers that her entire childhood may have been built on a lie. The worst part? Adrian isn't the monster everyone warned her about. He's the person who knows exactly who the real monster is. And he's been waiting for Elena to find out.

Shoved into the backseat of his father's car right after graduation, Riley Hale ended up marching toward a company building with a bagged lunch and a pen. Still in his toga, the fresh graduate never thought he’d land in the office of the continent’s top lizard, err, dragon, as his aide. And that would’ve driven any person wishing for a corporate career to tears. After all, who wouldn’t want to serve the fastest ticket up the corporate ladder: Kael Dravaryn, the infamously elegant, unhinged, and extremely overpowered Dragon Lord of the continent? Well, that would be Riley. The same Riley who didn’t expect to spend his days dodging fireballs, dressing his boss in robes more complicated than dark magic, and serving as a literal target during morning sparring. Now trapped in a job he never truly agreed to, the hardworking aide decided to hold out until it was time for his glorious resignation. But leaving a dragon’s clutches could never be easy, especially one with elemental mastery and a finger worth a private army. Yet, as Riley, who longs to quit, attempts to navigate ancient politics, wyvern threats, and other accidents (many of which are definitely not his fault), he might just hallucinate himself into seeing something beneath his boss’s arrogance and molten glares. Maybe he’d actually care if Riley got turned to ash.

Marriage is sacred and or so Emily thought until the night when her adoptive parents gave her away in marriage to a street kingpin to pay off their debt. The next morning she was at the marriage registry, for fear not to lose her life...First stroke, second stroke and the marriage was sealed. Who would have thought that few days later, her cold face boss would stop by her table "Wife, Haven't you calmed down enough to come home?" Emily met his gaze "Mr. Lucian, you don't make such jokes, my husband wouldn't take it lightly." Lucian clicked his tongue "Wife, do you have another husband aside from me?Maybe you should take a look at this." Emily "...."

WARNING: Mature Content. He Craved Revenge. He is known to be ruthless, power-hungry, and untouchable. She never had a life of her own. She's powerless, forgotten, and unwanted. **** Being the daughter of the wealthiest man in the country sounded like a dream, but to Anna, it was a nightmare. Stolen at birth by her father's mistress, and raised as the ‘illegitimate’ daughter of the powerful Steele family. She was treated as nothing more than a slave. Abused, neglected, and overlooked. Her life took an even darker turn when her half-sister chased her off a cliff, leaving her to drown in the raging river. To her family, she was dead, erased from their lives forever. Except Anna didn't die. She was rescued by a man she thought was her savior. Instead, he became her captor. Forced to sign a deal with the cold, mysterious stranger who pulled her back from the jaw of death, little did she know that agreeing to marry him would mark the very beginning of her real nightmare. **** For ten years, Alexander Vaughn had one goal: destroy the Steele family. They took everything from him, now he was back to take their lives. But then, she fell straight into his grasp. Perfect. Six months. That was all he needed to ruin her, and the rest of her family. And the white-haired thing didn't fight back. She signed the contract. And that was when everything started to fall apart.

Before her mother's death, Ivy and David had a cordial but somewhat distant relationship. David had always been kind and supportive, but he never tried to replace her father. After her mother's death, Ivy took over that role, taking on responsibilities she wasn't prepared for. David became her confidant, her protector, and her support. Ivy, in turn, felt grateful to him, but also resentful for disturbing her family. She blamed David, subconsciously, for her mother's death. It was David who had insisted they go on the trip, the one on which the accident occurred. As time passed, that resentment began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of dependence. She realized that David was truly suffering, that he was as lost and heartbroken as she was. She began to see him as a fellow victim, a kindred spirit. Their shared grief brought them closer together, creating a bond of empathy and understanding. They began spending more time together, talking for hours about their feelings, sharing memories of their mother. They found comfort in each other's presence, a sense of calm they couldn't find anywhere else. But beneath the surface of their emotional connection, a forbidden attraction began to simmer. Ivy began to notice David's physical allure—his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his kind eyes. David, in turn, felt drawn to Ivy's youthful, innocent beauty, her radiant energy, and her captivating smile. He tried to suppress his desires, reminding himself that she was his stepdaughter, that their relationship was inappropriate and immoral. But the more he fought, the stronger his feelings became. He found himself stealing glances at her, admiring her from afar, fantasizing about touching her, engaging in sexual encounters around the house. Ivy also struggled with her own forbidden desires. She knew she shouldn't be attracted to David, that it was wrong on every level. But she couldn't help but feel a longing, a desire for his touch, his embrace, his kiss, his touch. The late afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, casting long shadows on the floor.

The sequel to Hunting the Field Guide. Kellen thought that his troubles were over. He'd dealt with the issue of the Poison Gate, he'd saved his sister, and he found out the location of where his trusty fellow Field Guide was located. As far as he was concerned, things were finally looking up for him. He could finally, finally live out the peaceful life he'd wished for when he'd first left the Front Lines. But then the E.A.G. reared it's old head. A hydra, a beast that just wouldn't die, Kellen was at his damn wit's end. All he wanted was to live out the life he'd literally carved out for himself. He just wanted to be happy with his Captain. Why was it so damn hard? ~ Meanwhile, Brent Jameson just wanted to be left alone. A man who knew he could have exceptional talent, Brent just wanted to do what he loved. Sleep around, escort people through Gates, and drink his problems away whenever he wanted to. He did not want to be the new Head of a Guild. That sounded like the exact opposite of what a man like him would want to do. He also didn't want to be attached. Maybe Kellen was right and he had a type, and maybe he avoided that kind of person, but hey, he was just a guy. He couldn't be with someone when he was worried at any minute that he could be teleported away from them and dropped into the ocean. Hell, it was dangerous for him to even have friends. Now that he was back 'home' with his lovely, wonderful family, he knew that he had made the right choice. Brent was better off alone.

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?

Not my story not my translation just post it so I can read when I go somewhere with no internet thanks After accidentally falling, she actually finds herself bound to a Second Female Lead Counter Attacking System! Xun Mi: WTF is this?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ In order to regain her memories and return to her original world, Xun Mi is forced to transmigrate to different worlds and complete missions. Fiancé stolen away? Abandoned by the family? Career ruined? Reputation slandered? No problem, I’ll just go and grab a golden thigh*, dominate the world, slap those trash scum across the face, and live true to the saying that evildoers have no worry! Xun Mi: I just want to peacefully and quietly complete my missions and go. Loyal Puppy: I just want to peacefully and quietly go with you. *Note: grab a golden thigh: means to cling onto a rich or powerful person for support , usually used in a joking manner

Lìngxiāo is the same boy Chóng Fēi believed he had killed indirectly by exposing him. Since the time Lìngxiāo was Eighteen, he has carried a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controlling clan above him, he roams the land with three burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, to clear his own name—from his own father's murder—and to unravel the mystery behind the man who raised him before disappearing right after he learned to stand on his own. Was his father killed? Or was there something deeper than that? Who was that bloodless "uncle" who used to teach him what is distraction and what is destination? Were those teasing words—"A wave of pleasure"—something more than what he took too long to understand? Soon, his destiny took an unexpected turn. His hometown Yún Xi calls him back—not as who he used to be, but as a professional exorcist. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost, where no exorcist who answered the call has ever survived. When Lìngxiāo arrives, a silent surprise awaits him. The ghost is one groom or something else? why isn't his calculation matching? who hunts the heir this much? That heir is Chóng Fēi. He has spent more then seven years carrying the weight of a death he believes he caused—the death of Xiǎo Lìng, the boy who once protected him from his father's cruelty. He has spent years trapped between his father's control and the skull mummy who haunts his every step. Now, Chóng Fēi finds himself drawn to the mysterious, perpetually smiling exorcist. Something about Lìngxiāo feels familiar. Something about him makes Chóng Fēi want to trust—and want to run. He doesn't know that the man he's falling for is the same boy he's been mourning. During the investigation—through a ballad of needles and fear, all for the sake of keeping the heir alive—Chóng Fēi's one-sided longing grows into deep love. It becomes his reason to walk slower. To share belongings. To share his trauma. And Lìngxiāo, who has been searching for answers about his father and his uncle, begins to realize that the demonic energy haunting Yún Xi isn't just around him. It's around Chóng Fēi too. The ghosts are not the villains. They are victims of someone else—a mastermind who has been watching, waiting, pulling the strings. And there is more than one. The unknown one seems to be above the other. Can someone who roots for power and legacy move for the songbird whose nature is flying around, searching for his origin? And who even bothered enough to raise a hopeless boy without purpose—only to leave just when he had started to fly high and wanted to hear that simple "Do not worry, boy"? Let's find out on the surface of tears and smiles—which is not even the start or the end, but the middle of something far more complicated but ends into someone else's epic. It's slow burn and contains intimate scenes after chapter 100. Dark themes included but handled with care. (My babies are THE MEN this world requires so yeah, I believe you would fall in love with them!) Bonus book: For The Four Arms, One Soul [a book inspired by Chóng Fēi's shelf! say thanks to him for being such a story bug!]

I had thought that my life couldn't get worse when I walked in on my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend. But after a series of unfortunate events, I opened my eyes in a world that I had only read about in a webnovel, the Erudian Empire, ruled under the domineering, bloody reign of Emperor Helio. The worst part? I'm not even the main character! Reborn as Winter Royberg de la Erudian, I am the pitiful side character who is discovered to be a royal bastard princess due to a certain physical trait only the imperial bloodline possesses. But I know the end of Winter's story and the unwanted royal punching bag is framed as a witch and killed at age 16 on the guillotine due to the scheming of the cruel empress. An aloof, murder happy father? Check. Psycho half-sister? Check. Meddlesome author who wants me to follow the script? Double check! I don't want to die an early death again, so I'm determined not to ever be discovered as a royal again. But before I know it, I'm trapped in a palace of blood and opulence playing tricky games of power, games I have no clue how to win. How will I survive to adulthood in the imperial palace and get my happily ever after? And am I really the only person who fell into this world? *UPDATES 1-2 TIMES A WEEK* *1500 TO 3300 WORDS PER CHAPTER*

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

The Keaton Family of Veridia, possessing a fortune of hundreds of billions, controls the economic lifeblood of the entire city. Preston Keaton, the head of the Keaton Family, is a refined and gentle man, self-restrained and courteous, exuding an extraordinary noble air with every move—a perfect gentleman. Evelyn Grant had once seen him from a distance at a banquet. The man was surrounded by a crowd, his features handsome and refined, his demeanor cultured and elegant—he was like the unattainable moon in the sky. She never imagined he would notice someone like her. She certainly never imagined being cornered by him, trapped like prey with nowhere to run. Panicked and helpless, she said, "I have someone I like!" The man lowered his gaze, trapping her in his embrace with a faint, soft laugh. "I know, but..." "So what." —— Evelyn knew the truth from the start. A woman of her status had no future with Preston Keaton. So when she finally decided to leave, she was calm. But she was blocked at the door by Preston. The man forced her back step by step, his smiling expression sending a chill through Evelyn's entire body. An intimate kiss landed on her forehead, his voice chillingly cold, "I'm sorry, babe." His smile vanished completely, replaced by a suffocating sense of pressure and loss of control. "You can't leave."

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

"And now for our final auction item!" Inside the underground auction house, the host's impassioned voice rang out, the entire venue suddenly went dark, a moment later...

Three years ago— Georgia Thorne had just been accepted into Portmire University, and just as she was looking forward to her future life, a bolt of lightning shattered all her beautiful dreams...