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Wolves have everything. They are mythical beings possessing strength and magic, knowledge, wealth and beauty, all of it. All but love. Packs have no use for it, but for a female wolf it has become her only hope. And the only place to find it is in the muddly human fields and castles. So she embraces a forbidden moonlight curse and turns herself into a werewolf. With this she can seek men who will teach her about love. Be it knights or nobles, assassins or hunters, mistrels, merchants or adventurers, no matter how many she gathers they are the ones learning from her and yearning for more? It feels like love was a tall tale after all, but as long as her heart beats she will believe it exists and make them reveal its secrets to her.

Omega Asa Blake has one choice. Sell himself on the auction block or starve. He expects a cruel gavel to fall. He doesn't expect him. Alpha Zevran Cross, a ghost of a man still bound to a dead mate, attends out of cold duty. But one scent, wrongly perfect, sends his decade of grief crumbling. A second fate. When a sadistic rival alpha moves to claim Asa, Zev acts on pure, possessive instinct. Now, Asa is a prisoner in a mansion of grief, owned by a man who looks at him with both hunger and hatred. Zevran is tormented, and too guilty to claim the omega fate has forced on him, too alpha to let him go. The bond they're fighting might be the only thing that can save them from the rival who wants Asa back, and the past that chases Zevran forever.

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

{European Fantasy | Romance | Royals} Aldrich hated Yvonne because she had made him destroy his plans. She shamelessly assumed the position of Crown Princess and became his legal wife. Yvonne Valentine is famous for her selfish, arrogant and arbitrary nature, but no one knows that she harbors deep wounds in her heart.

I escaped the Nightfall Empire with nothing but a torn dress, a broken heart, and a secret powerful enough to get me killed. I’m an omega. A low-born omega. Weak. Unwanted. A nobody who had no right to dream of the most feared man on the continent. Lycan King Kael Vaelor Blackthorne. He rejected me before the entire empire. Called me worthless. Declared I was never meant to be his Luna. “No Lycan like me should be bound to an omega,” he spat, voice like ice. So I ran. But fate is cruel. When Kael finds me again, his eyes blaze with hunger. His hands grip me, fierce and claiming. The mate bond he shattered reignites—stronger, darker, unstoppable. “Run again,” he growls, pinning me against the tree, “and I’ll drag you back in chains.” I have a secret. One that could ruin him. One others would kill to possess. Now the ruthless Lycan King claims I belong to him. Not out of want. But because fate demands it. And this time, I might not run.

They called me the "Blue-Eyed Monster" the moment I learned that being born different meant being disposable. I returned to my real family with a fragile hope—to find home, warmth, the meaning of *family*. Instead, my return marked the beginning of everything collapsing. I learned obedience. I lowered my head. I erased myself for scraps of attention, believing that if I were good enough, useful enough, I would be loved. That attention didn’t save me—it destroyed me, hardening my heart and turning me into the monster they created. When hope finally felt within reach, I discovered the cruelest truth: it was never love, only a shield. To protect themselves, they sacrificed me. A scapegoat. A prisoner. Abandoned without explanation, without a single glance back. Five years passed in silence and betrayal. When I returned, I no longer sought attention or begged for recognition. The **Blue-Eyed Monster** was dead. Only someone who had learned to stay away remained. Yet no matter how hard I tried to avoid everyone, I still fell before the one person I feared most. My body trembled. “I—I’m sorry.” “I will never forgive you.”

Cast aside by Alpha, chosen by the moon, claimed by the Lycan King. ______________ Luna wanted revenge, surprisingly not on the alpha who rejected her, but on the man who claimed her as his bride, the man who was none other than the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. Luna Harristone was the pack's outcast, ridiculed all her life because she had'nt awakened her wolf by age 19. The alpha who claimed he love her and promised to make her his bride rejected her like trash. Luna felt like her life had no meaning until the news spread that the feared Lycan King, Draven Iranov, was arriving. At the banquet, he claimed her as his bride. but his eyes triggered a flood of memories of the man who killed her parents. Draven Iranov was a twisted, emotionless king, notorious for his merciless deeds. Many called him a monster; his behavior and actions were pure evil. he was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Draven claimed he knew her. But Luna only remembered him as the monster who killed her parent. And wanted nothing to do with him. The problem? Luna wanted to kill him, but he wants to marry her. will she be able to escape the clutches of the heartless king? or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone. _______________ [WARNING: Mature Content 18+. No Rape] #Exceprt "Did you go meet him again, my sweet girl?" a voice whispered in her room. Luna spun towards the sound, but only a shadow lingered on her bed. She gasped as the figure rose, stepping towards her. "I... I... hmm...” she stuttered, her mind racing for excuses. She had thought he wasn't in the packhouse today. "No need for excuses, my sweet lamb," the voice cooed. "Now, are you ready for your punishment?" __________ Connect with me (to see pics of characters) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61586502603479&mibextid=LQQJ4d Instagram: Author Mimidaniels_ Discord: https://discord.gg/9YQ9yC9jP

Seduce one DiAngelo… Get three free. — Denied the promotion she already earned and shoved into an arranged marriage by her father, Nadine Caruso is desperate to prove herself in a world ruled by patriarchs. So when the city’s most dangerous, unsolved case opens up—a mission no one else dares take—she grabs it. Her job sounds simple: go undercover, seduce the notorious mafia underboss, and bring down the syndicate from within. The catch? He only wants pretty boys. Disguised and prepared, she steps into a world where one mistake means death. But one reckless night binds her to the wrong man and thrusts her into the deadly orbit of the DiAngelo family—dangerous, powerful men who each hold a piece of the city’s criminal heart. Her job got a lot harder. Now, every step pulls her deeper into temptation, betrayal, and a power struggle where her heart is the last thing she can afford to lose. If she isn’t careful, the city won’t just swallow her ambitions. It’ll swallow her whole. — R18 ✔️ Enemies to lovers ✔️ Grumpy x Sunshine ✔️ Touch her and die ✔️ Forced proximity ✔️ Age gap ✔️ Possessive male leads ✔️ Obsessive male leads ✔️

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi is an editor who loves tearing apart novel manuscripts for their cliche plots and cruel twists. But one day, she wakes up inside one of those very novels, as the unlucky princess destined to die a tragic death. The script says she will be married off to a barbaric prince, tortured, and killed tragically. But Xiao Zhi refuses to accept that ending. Armed with her editor’s sharp eye and modern wit, she vows to rewrite her fate, outsmart her enemies, and survive. The problem? No matter what she does, the story stubbornly plays out as it was written. Every move she makes only brings her closer to the death she’s trying to escape. How can she survive a story that refuses to be rewritten?

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

In a world where loyalty is currency and love is weakness, Ivy Thorne walks a razor’s edge between survival and revenge. Betrayed by the Council that destroyed her family and hunted by the ghosts of her past, she must lead a fractured pack against impossible odds. But when the ruthless, immortal Executioner Darius Zane steps into her path, the line between enemy and desire blurs—and the very bond she’s sworn to ignore could be the key to victory… or the chain that drags her into darkness. Dangerous, forbidden, and unrelentingly dark, this is a story of war, betrayal, and a love that could burn everything to ashes. “He’s 242 years old, cold, and deadly. She’s 21, bitter, and hunted—but when fate throws them together, forbidden desire ignites a war that could consume them both.”

"You were supposed to be a stranger. A beautiful mistake. Not my professor." Twenty-one-year-old Ember Hayes thought her biggest problem was her cheating boyfriend. She was wrong. After catching her high school sweetheart in bed with her former best friend on the same day she got her dream university acceptance letter, Ember does something completely out of character, she walks into an upscale bar and lets a gorgeous older stranger buy her a drink. Dr. Adrian Blackwell is everything her safe, predictable life isn't: sophisticated, dangerously attractive, and electrifying in ways that make her forget every rule she's ever followed. One night of reckless passion later, Ember thinks she can move on, forget the stranger, forgive her boyfriend, and start fresh at Ashford University. Until she walks into her first Literature class and discovers that the man who whispered filthy promises in her ear is now Professor Blackwell, her academic advisor, her instructor, and absolutely, completely off-limits. Adrian recognizes her instantly. The professional mask slips for just a moment, revealing the same hunger that consumed them both. But he recovers quickly, making one thing clear: what happened between them can never happen again. His career, her education, both their futures—everything is at stake. But denying their chemistry proves impossible when they're forced into close proximity. Private office hours become torture. Intellectual debates crackle with unspoken desire. Every accidental touch ignites memories of tangled sheets and breathless moans. As if that weren't complicated enough, Ember discovers Adrian is hiding something dark: his appointment at Ashford wasn't random. He's investigating a corruption scandal involving powerful faculty members—including the Dean, who happens to be Ember's ex-boyfriend's wealthy, influential father. When Ember's ex starts spreading vicious rumors about her "inappropriate relationship" with Professor Blackwell (ironically, to cover his own father's crimes), she and Adrian must choose: protect themselves by staying apart, or risk everything to expose the truth and fight for a love that could destroy them both. In a world where power, privilege, and propriety reign supreme, the heart wants what it wants. Even if wanting it could cost you everything. Some lessons can't be taught in a classroom. Some desires can't be graded. And some love stories are worth failing for.

"You walked into my bed a nobody. You'll leave as mine—whether you like it or not." Sophia Chen thought she'd hit rock bottom when her fiancé publicly humiliated her at their engagement party—announcing his affair with her stepsister and revealing that her father's company only survived because of his family's "charity." Stripped of her job, her dignity, and her illusions, she did something completely out of character: she went to a bar and slept with a stranger. Not just any stranger. Damien Cross, the Devil of Wall Street. The ruthless billionaire whose hostile takeovers have destroyed companies and ruined lives. The man her father warned her about. The man whose cold gray eyes saw through every wall she'd built. One night. No names. No consequences. Except Damien never forgets a face. Or a debt. When Sophia shows up at Cross Capital for a job interview, her last hope after being blacklisted across the industry, those same gray eyes pin her in place with dark amusement. He offers her a deal: become his personal assistant for six months, and he'll give her everything she needs to destroy the people who destroyed her. The catch? She belongs to him. Completely. What starts as a transactional arrangement spirals into dangerous obsession. Damien is collecting evidence against her ex-fiancé's family, corrupt financiers who've been laundering money for years. Sophia is the perfect weapon: she knows their secrets, and her desire for revenge matches his own cold fury. But proximity breeds heat. And heat burns through every rule they set. As Sophia learns to navigate the cutthroat world of high finance, she discovers Damien's own dark past: a family destroyed by the same people she wants to take down, a brother's death he's been avenging for ten years, and a heart so fortified that no one has ever gotten close. Until her. Then two lines on a pregnancy test change everything. The baby growing inside her isn't just their secret, it's leverage. When her ex-fiancé's family discovers the truth, they'll use it to destroy Damien's carefully constructed revenge plan. Her stepsister wants the baby eliminated. Her father demands she disappear. And Damien... Damien locks her in his penthouse and declares war on anyone who threatens what's his. But Sophia isn't the broken woman who stumbled into his bed six months ago. She's learned from the Devil himself how to play dirty, how to weaponize weakness, and how to burn the whole game down. Now she faces an impossible choice: trust the man who treats her like a possession but guards her like a treasure, or walk away from the only person who's ever made her feel powerful. The Devil of Wall Street doesn't do love. He does ownership. But for her, he'll burn the entire financial district to ash, and dare anyone to stop him.

// A cursed love spell. A very stolen book. An extremely ill-advised quest. // Grel is a dragon prince who can't breathe fire, can't fly, and can't stop disappointing his dad. Maple is a dreamy human bookworm and the lonely archivist in her family's dusty museum. They should never have met. But when a disguised Grel tries to steal LOVELOCK- an ancient family spellbook from before the Magic Drought- they accidentally unleash a curse that threatens to destroy everything. Oops! They're forced into a cross-continetal misadventure to the sealed-away Dragon Kingdom before it's too late- and Maple's family is frozen forever. Accompanied by a famous satyr bard, his scary-cool bodyguard, and an unlikely human alchemist, the two enemies (to lovers?) must navigate airships, volcanoes, forgotten magic, and their inconvenient feelings. The magic is missing. The clock is ticking. The vibes are weird. Welcome to LOVELOCK- a road trip romcom fantasy about friendship, legacy, and finding out you're probably not the main character. (But maybe you're somebody's.) // updating the first friday of every month! multi-platform uploads, cover may vary //

“Gözlərin—Your Touch crossed beyond my Flesh—even drawing the MaRRow.... from my Bones — left wounds that could UnDo me…” Existence becomes a crisis. When my own identity deceives me, when someone else’s presence steals the breath meant to be mine— that is when it becomes me… and him. Each nerve of my body move only by some inner command, humanity itself feels...as though it fades into nothing. My Everything becomes his. And I… dissolve. But.. The moment someone else enters his life… My selfhood, my belonging — all of it feels like a lie. "Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands." NoT A LoVe StoRY...

A conqueror raised without mercy and a prophet bound by fate are forced into alliance—only to discover love may be the most dangerous rebellion of all. In a world ruled by crowns, prophecies, and blood-bound magic, Kael Varshen is a weapon forged for conquest—taught that love is weakness and mercy is treason. Serayne Lumis is a princess bound to prophecy, raised to believe fate must never be questioned. When war binds them as enemies, and truth forces them into alliance, hatred begins to fracture into something far more dangerous. As forbidden Ash magic awakens and ancient lies unravel the world’s foundations, they must choose between destiny and desire, power and mercy, survival and love. Enemies became allies. Allies became lovers. Lovers became legends.

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

Five years of marriage. One night of betrayal. Two brothers bound by blood… and a secret that could destroy her. Zara lost everything the night her husband broke her, her home, her dignity, her faith in love. Running from a life that nearly erased her, she never expected to wake up in a stranger’s bed… or that the stranger would turn out to be her husband’s twin. Cassian Hartley is dangerous, cold, and watching her far too closely. He says nothing happened that night. Her body says otherwise. Now Zara is pregnant, trapped between two powerful brothers locked in a war fueled by obsession, control, and revenge. One wants to own her. The other swears he’ll burn the world to keep her safe. But the truth is darker than either of them. A cursed bloodline. A child who may inherit violence. A love that feels like protection… and prison. In a world where love bleeds into possession and safety comes at a terrifying cost, Zara must decide: run from the darkness… or embrace it. A dark romance filled with obsession, secrets, and forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. Twin rivalry. Pregnancy twist. Once you start, you won’t escape.

NEW CHAPTER EVERY FRIDAY! --- The Earth was hit by a meteor, and it caused a mysterious virus to spread. The virus caused people to turn into zombies, and Luca Weisman lost his parents when he was sixteen to zombies as well. His other relatives also died because of zombies, that was the reason why he despised zombies very much, and he only had himself in the chaotic world that was about to end because of the catastrophe. He sealed himself off without letting anyone enter his territory, but one day, a strange delivery guy suddenly tried to knock on his door and wanted to come in. It turned out that the person was the annoying player he knew in the game, but one thing he didn't know was the person's true identity. Other feelings developed from the initial annoyance and hatred, but would those feelings still be the same after he found out the person's true identity?

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.