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What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?

Elias winced, his frail body trembling as Viktor pinned his wrists above his head, the mafia boss's broad frame caging him against the cold kitchen wall. The scent of gunpowder and Viktor's Alpha Pheromones... dark, like smoked cedar... flooded Elias's senses, making his knees weak. His suppressants were failing, his vanilla Omega scent slipping through, and Viktor's grey eyes burned with something dangerous. "Sir... you... You told me to stay away from your..." Elias stammered, his voice a shaky whisper. "Shh," Viktor growled, his lips brushing Elias's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Not another word, Elias." Elias shut his eyes, heart pounding, as Viktor's grip tightened, the heat of his body igniting a forbidden spark that could ruin them both. 'How the hell did it get to this?' . Elias Kane is a weak omega on the edge, hiding his sweet vanilla scent behind cheap suppressants to survive in a world that despises his kind. With his sister Lila in a coma and hospital bills crushing him, the nineteen-year-old takes a dangerous job as a nanny for Dante and Dario, the wild twin sons of Viktor Drago, a mafia kingpin whose icy heart and chiselled features hide a brutal past. Living in Viktor's fortress-like estate, Elias must lie about being a Beta, dodging the twins' relentless chaos and the watchful eyes of a house where trust is a blade's edge. But Viktor, scarred by an omega's betrayal, is a storm Elias can't escape. Elias's gentle care for the twins chips away at Viktor's cold exterior, his forbidden scent stirring an obsession the Alpha can't deny. When a rival Alpha catches Elias's scent, jealousy ignites Viktor's possessive side, trapping Elias in a web of lust and danger. What would happen when Viktor finds out Elias is an Omega? Will it be too late for both of them?
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The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Rise of the Real Heiress.

Mature (R-18+) Three years of marriage. Three years of silence, loneliness, no recognition, and now... betrayal. Elara Frost thought love meant patience, that one day her husband would finally see her emotions, her love, and her care, and choose her, cherish her as she did. But the only thing he gave her was loneliness and indifference. And thus, when his affection for his secretary shadowed her entirely, shattered her illusions, and made her realize that she was never anything to him, never more than a pawn, she walked away. Everyone who knew them thought she would fade away without him, that she wouldn't survive a day without the luxurious life her husband provided, but did they really know her, the real her? She didn't leave to disappear; she went to return as someone untouchable, someone her ex couldn't dare to provoke, and someone every man desired and every family wanted as their daughter-in-law. When her real identity was revealed, it left everyone shocked. She returned as the real heiress, with connections to the underworld. She returned as the woman everyone needed to bow to and fear, wrapped in diamonds and draped in the drapes of vengeance. After being betrayed once, Elara vowed she would never fall in love again, but the queens aren't safe from love either. She isn't left with much choice when her childhood fiancé returns from abroad, promising her the world she never had. Snippet: "I would be a fool to fall for a man again after everything that life has made me go through," Elara confessed, her expression edgy, a solemn hint crossing her eyes. "In that case, don't fall for me, Miss Elara. Instead, let me fall for you. Because I know for sure, you are worth fighting for," Daniel Macros said, his eyes holding nothing but pure obsession, something she had never experienced before. Elara thought dealing with one persistent pursuer was hard enough, but what would she do when her ex-husband knelt before the entire world, begging for her to return? Will she let the old flame of her love burn again, or will she let Daniel's calm presence sweep her off her feet? Disclaimer: The story is participating in the Viral Book Call 2025. Please support. The more you support me, the more motivated I'll be to write. Follow me on Instagram—@angelinabhardawaj. Bonus chapters- One magic castle = 10 chapters+reader's announcement on this book for three days.  One spacecraft = 15 chapters+ reader's announcement on this book for a week.  One golden gachapon = 20 chapters + reader's announcement on all my socials and this book for two weeks. 
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The Billionaire's Decoy Bride: Dangerously Yours

“Adrian,” Raya whispered, voice trembling. “Choose — her or me.” His eyes darkened. “Why should I choose,” he said softly, stepping closer, “when I can have you both?” Her breath caught. “You’re insane,” she whispered. He brushed a thumb over her lips. “No,” he murmured, “i'm yours as you're mine. Whether you want it or not.” ~~~ To save her father, Raya agrees to become the fiancée of a man who could destroy her. She thought she was walking into a simple contract. But when she steps into Adrian Blake’s world, she steps into a maze of power, obsession, and dangerous secrets. Adrian never loved Seraphina, the woman he was supposed to marry. He only needed her family’s influence to seize the Blake empire. But when Seraphina vanishes… Raya becomes the perfect replacement. She’s stubborn, penniless, and nothing like Seraphina. Except for one disturbing detail She looks exactly like her. His terms are everything she should refuse: • Pretend to be his fiancée. • Pay off her father’s impossible debt. • Leave when he says so. Simple. Until she realizes the man behind the cold mask isn’t simple at all. The more she falls for him, the more dangerous he becomes. Because Adrian Blake doesn’t want love. He wants control. And now, he wants her. When the truth about Seraphina begins to unravel, Raya must choose: Run before she’s swallowed by Adrian’s darkness… or stay and risk losing her heart, and her identity, to the man who already owns her.
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Ha—This (Were)wolf

Earth looks human—until you learn what’s been living under its skin. It’s Darkmoon Year 238. Vampires and werewolves are running out of power, running out of faith, and—most painfully—running out of places with no security cameras. Human civilization has caged magic with lights, laws, and “rational explanations.” So the hidden races do what any endangered species does: blend in and work overtime. As for me? I’m “a student.” Not because I love education. Because my face is permanently sixteen, and if you look sixteen for two centuries, society eventually hands you a backpack and says, “Go to class.” By day, I attend lectures, take exams, and pretend I’m worried about my GPA. By night, I juggle two jobs that pay in stress. I’m a cross-species liaison—translating threats into polite emails, passing messages between clans, and scrubbing supernatural messes before humans notice. In other words, I’m a civil servant—on a salary so low it’s practically a curse. So I write bizarre horror stories online to make myself alive— No, sorry. To make a better living. Because, honestly, I can’t exactly get alive again. And then I walk into the office to argue about my manuscript—again—only to find my editor dead in a pool of blood. What a bloody waste. In the moonlit corner, a man stands calmly wiping his hands. He looks at me, eyes flashing gold. “Don’t move,” he says. “You smell like evidence.” Ha. When I show up at a crime scene, I’m usually there to erase it. (For once, I get to be on the receiving end of my own clean-up crew.) Unfortunately, the wolf cop in the room has other plans.
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