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beauty

Bond by moon light,broken by pride

Blurb "Stay away from me, Dante. You've made my life hell for eighteen years—I won't let you ruin whatever's left of it." Aria Thorne has spent her entire life as the unwanted daughter, the wolfless disappointment in a family of powerful shifters. Her older sister Celeste is everything she's not—beautiful, strong, and engaged to Dante Blackwood, the future Alpha and Aria's worst nightmare. For years, he's led the pack in tormenting her, making every day a battle for survival. Aria's plan is simple: endure until her eighteenth birthday, then disappear and build a life far from Silverwood Pack. But fate has other plans. On the night of her birthday, her wolf finally emerges—powerful, wild, and three years late. And with it comes a bond she never wanted: the undeniable pull to Dante Blackwood, her fated mate. The boy who shoved her into lockers now can't breathe when she's near. The Alpha who called her worthless is suddenly willing to break his engagement, defy the pack, and tear apart everything he's built—all for a chance she refuses to give him. But Dante won't accept rejection. He'll chase her through rival territories, crash her new life, and fight every wolf who dares look her way. Because the cruel boy has become an obsessed man, and he's convinced that beneath her hatred lies the other half of his soul. Aria knows the truth he refuses to see: some scars run too deep, some words can't be taken back, and some men don't deserve forgiveness—no matter what fate decrees.
chetchethope1245 · 209 Views

The Mafia's innocent bride.

She was supposed to marry a man of her choice. Instead, she was sold to the devil. Isabella Romano has lived a sheltered life, her innocence untouched by the mafia empire her father secretly serves. But when a deal goes wrong, she’s forced into the arms of Damian Moretti, the cold, ruthless heir to the most feared mafia family in Italy. To Damian, she is collateral. A pawn in his bloody game. To Isabella, he is a nightmare, dangerous, merciless, and heartbreakingly magnetic. But the more she resists, the more he wants her. And the more he claims her, the more she begins to see the man beneath the monster. In a world of bullets and betrayals, can love bloom… or will innocence burn in the fire of the mafia? One signature changed her life forever. Isabella Romano never thought her wedding day would be a death sentence. Forced to marry Damian Moretti the infamous mafia heir known as “Il Lupo” (the Wolf) she’s thrust into a world of power, violence, and dangerous secrets. Damian doesn’t believe in love. He believes in loyalty, obedience, and control. But his new bride is none of those things. She’s soft where he’s hard, honest where he’s ruthless, and innocent where he’s damned. Every night is a battlefield. Every kiss is a war. And as enemies circle, Isabella must decide: Will she escape the devil… or fall in love with him? “You belong to me now, Isabella. Body, heart, and soul.” Her father sold her. The mafia claimed her. And now, she is trapped as the bride of Damian Moretti, the man known for spilling blood without blinking. She swore she would never love him. But what happens when her heart betrays her? The Mafia’s Innocent Bride is a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance filled with obsession, betrayal, danger, and a love so forbidden it could burn the world.
Nagalee · 29.9k Views

Into the Apocalypse: Saving My Favorite Villain

It is said that a child finds comfort only in their home — their Sanctuary, the only place where they feel safe, loved, and at peace. This is the case for many children, even adults. But unfortunately, It was destined that I would not be one of them. In my own home. Among my family. With the mother who gave birth to me and the siblings who came from the same womb. I have never, not even for one day, felt love or comfort there. My sisters are ashamed of me. My younger brother does not respect me. And my mother? She is the harshest of all. Since I was a child, she has not loved me, cannot stand to see me, and scolds me whenever she does. As I grew up, I became nothing but the family’s disgrace — a moving money box for my mother and my little brother. How many times have I thought about ending my life? How many times have I thought about giving up on this miserable life? People may think I am too dramatic, but — If you have not burned yourself on live coals, how can you feel their heat? No one in this world will ever understand me. But that’s all right. Because I did not give up. Not because I am strong. Not because I am holding on to life. But because of one person. Except this person was not human. Not an animal. Not even a ghost. This person is the final villain in my favorite novel. Years spent following him, reading everything that happened to him. Years spent accompanying him. His existence became my world — my only world. I love him. I adore him. Even if he is not real. Even if he is only a man of paper and ink. I am willing to do anything for him. I would die for him. And then the gods granted me my only wish... Now, I am in his world. And this time, I will save him. Yes, I will do the impossible to save him. I will kill for him and die for him. So, Cassel… This is how madly I love you. How much I am obsessed with you. I am ready to destroy myself and the whole world for you.  ... So, can you look at me?
EratoChronicles · 184.7k Views

The CEO’s Temporary Wife

Selena Ward had been pacing for almost an hour, her hands shaking as she clutched the emergency report the nurse handed her. Her mother had collapsed again—only this time, she didn’t wake up. A doctor finally stepped out of the ICU. “Miss Ward… we need to operate immediately. She has internal bleeding. Without surgery, her chances are very low.” Selena swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. “H-how much?” The doctor hesitated. “A little over ten million naira.” Ten million. She didn’t even have ten thousand. Her legs felt weak. Her vision blurred. Ten million might as well have been a hundred billion. She had no relatives, no savings, and the landlord was already threatening to kick them out. “Please,” she begged, “can’t you do the surgery and I’ll pay later?” “We can’t. Hospital policy.” Selena felt her world collapsing in slow motion. She pressed her hand against her mouth and walked back to the hallway, tears burning her eyes. She didn’t notice the tall man standing at the far end of the corridor until she walked right past him and heard a deep, cold voice: “Miss Ward.” She froze. Slowly, she turned. The man approaching her looked out of place in the shabby hospital—tall, sharply dressed, and intimidatingly handsome. His aura alone made people step aside. He stopped in front of her, eyes unreadable. “Jace… Ariston?” she whispered. She had seen him once before—when she worked a small catering job at one of his company’s events. The billionaire CEO who people whispered about like he was some rumored storm. “Yes.” His tone was cool, controlled. “I heard your mother was admitted.” Selena frowned. “Why would you care?” “Because,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets, “I came to offer you a deal.” Her heart raced. “What kind of deal?” “A marriage contract.” Selena almost laughed. Almost. But she was too tired, too broken. “Is this a joke?” “No,” he replied, voice dangerously calm. “I need a wife. Immediately.” She stared at him, not sure if the shock or confusion was stronger. Jace continued, expression sharp as glass. “My grandfather’s inheritance can only be claimed by a married heir. I need someone—someone with no ties, no scandals, no family interference.” Selena felt her stomach twist. “And why me?” His gaze slid down to her trembling hands, then back to her eyes. “Because you’re desperate enough to accept. And because I can offer you what you need.”
Titilayohart · 5.3k Views