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When Thalia is murdered by the man who owns her, she prays for a miracle—and wakes up a week earlier, bruised but alive. Desperate to change her fate, she seizes a chance to escape by entering a deadly Luna competition hosted by Alpha Prime Kade, a cold ruler who wants an heir, not a mate. But fate is not easily rewritten. Betrayed, imprisoned, and killed again, Thalia is resurrected by a horned demon who binds her soul in blood. Her second life is no longer her own—and her Mate turns out to be the very Alpha who never wanted her. Caught between a possessive tyrant, a cursed pregnancy, and a prophecy that could end the werewolf realm, Thalia must outwit kings, defy fate, and embrace a power she never knew she had.

PS: FL isn’t a pushover In her previous life, Marissa Austen and her sister, Ashlyn Austen were forced to choose between two men―Derek Thompson. The Grand Duke of Denver. He’s the cold, unfeeling older brother and Carlos Thompson. The bastard son of the Thompsons. He’s the charming, magnetic younger brother. Ashlyn chose Derek, convinced it was her path to luxury. But when she found her husband forever absent and unloving, whispers of his infidelity spread and was eventually thrown out of the duchy, envy consumed her. Meanwhile, Marissa’s husband was rising in power, day by day closing the gap with his brother and finally gaining the title of the Grand Duke. Blinded by jealousy, Ashlyn dragged them both to their deaths. When Marissa opened her eyes, she was back on the day their wedding carriages were arriving at the church’s courtyard. This time, Ashlyn insisted she switch carriage with Marissa. Her intention: To take the younger brother. But she never knew the truth: every of his achievements were because of Marissa, and he was not what he seemed. And Marissa was only too glad to claim the older brother as her own. What does fate have in store for the two sisters?

Phoebe Fortunata. She had it all, the face of an angel, a business empire, and wealth that could buy the world. Yet, none of it could save her from the shattered heart. The man she loved, the one she built from nothing, repaid her with the ultimate betrayal. Driven by a desperate need to feel numb, Phoebe flees to Europe. At an Exclusive Club, drowned in the haze of expensive alcohol, she loses control. In her self destruction, she falls into the arms of a man who breathes absolute power. A night of reckless passion was supposed to be her escape, but she never thought her attempt to be free would instead open the gates to a burning golden cage. To Raymond, women were of no interest. They were mere shadows, bodies and lusts to be bought and discarded at will. But Phoebe is a wildfire he can’t extinguish. His obsession deepens when he discovered the fact that Phoebe is carrying his heir. "I don't love you, bastard! What kind of world can you possibly offer me? I already have everything!" "I could burn the world if you make me jealous. Take care of my baby in your womb, and your life will be under my absolute protection!" "I don't care about this baby, let alone you! You are both a mistake!" "You are mine forever, Princess!" Now, Phoebe is trapped in the cage of a man whose hands are stained with blood and whose arrogance knows no bounds. The further she runs, the deeper she sinks into Raymond's dangerous world, until a shocking secret surfaces. Will Phoebe fall in love with a devil like Raymond or will she burn in the golden cage she lit? Or perhaps … will a miracle arrive in the form of a peaceful love from another man?

To readers who wait too long to grow up and become writers To writers who grow too fast and forget they were once readers Sayaka has broken her back and arms to keep this job. She's hungry? So what? There's a downpour? So what? She's feeling faint and dizzy? So what? "News report, we haven't seen this much snow and wind in over three decades. You could be fined for venturing during this snowstorm." OH! So what?! No matter what happens, not even those buses that drive off pretending not to see you, not even the pervy dude in the train, not even GOD would stop Sayaka from calling in sick. Not when she finally got into her dream company. Sayaka, thirty-one year old overachiever virgin has worked her entire life just to squeeze herself into the rigid expectations of her dream company. Fufu~ What a proud job to have! Ah- that's what she said 8 years ago after she moved to China from Japan. On her first day at the job, turns out the fancy building was swarming with scummy douchebags. This whole thing was a scam! With little time to herself, Sayaka doesn't even have the energy to spend her money or go out dating. Even the xenophobia was ruining her social life, not that she had one outside of work. "If only I could get a day off" Sayaka softly mumbled. "No, no. Only half a day" She said with a gentle shake of her head "No, an hour" A hot tear slid down her cheek. God- gone were the days of her childhood. What happens when Sayaka is transported to live in a new world and she has the body of an elf. Those creatures that lived up to thousands of years. "Eh, but I just wanted to be over with life" Sayaka said indignantly. "Meow. You have a new shot at life. Nyahh~" The entity giggled like an eight year old boy. "Meow? You're not even a fucking cat! DON'T BULLSHIT ME" Sayaka bellowed in anger. She could barely survive 30 years. The simple thought of waking up in the morning made her stomach churn. "When life gives you lemons-" The entity started, "Colour them brown and sell them as testicles" Instant profit, Sayaka thought with a smug smirk. "Shit- It seems like I forgot to wear my glasses today" The entity clamped around its groin and mourned as it was utterly disgusted by her greed and apathy.

Han Soorin thought landing the job of a lifetime—makeup artist for LUMEN, the hottest K-pop boy band in the world—would be her dream come true. Billboards, music shows, sold-out arenas… and her ultimate bias, Jung Haejin, standing just a breath away. But reality? A nightmare wrapped in designer clothes. Haejin, the flawless leader adored by millions, is nothing like the angelic idol Gleams worship. Offstage he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and impossible to please. The first words he throws at Soorin? A sneer at her “lack of manners” and a warning she won’t survive a week. Yet every day backstage pulls her deeper into their chaotic world—glittering stages, vicious rumors, obsessive fans, and the suffocating pressure of perfection. She sees the cracks in Haejin’s mask, the loneliness behind the spotlight… and against her better judgment, her hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. When a scandal threatens to destroy them both, Soorin must decide: walk away from the idol she swore to hate, or risk everything to stand by the man she never expected to possibly... love? ✨✨✨✨✨ [Chapter: 5-20 Update Daily] [Update schedule: 10+ comments or 2 reviews=1 Bonus chapter]

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her "coach" him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce. But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."

She was the girl nobody wanted, easy to overlook, easy to blame, and impossible to love. Growing up in her pack taught her early that she would always be the outsider. So she made herself a promise: keep her head down, survive the years, and walk away the moment she turned eighteen. But fate never plays fair. On the night she finally becomes an adult, her wolf awakens at last… and along with it, a mate bond she never asked for. And the mate fate chooses for her? The future Alpha. Her sister’s devoted fiancé. The boy who spent her entire childhood making sure she knew she didn’t belong. She hates him. Despises him. Wants absolutely nothing to do with him. But the bond has other plans. Suddenly, the Alpha-to-be, arrogant, sharp-tongued, and stubborn to the point of madness, can’t breathe without her. He’s furious that fate tied him to the girl he once broke… and even more furious that he can’t stay away from her now. She wants nothing but freedom. He wants her within reach. She keeps pushing him off. He keeps coming back. Because the one girl he never wanted has become the one his wolf refuses to live without. And as long-buried secrets surface, loyalties splinter, and unwanted feelings start to burn between them, one question lingers… Can something broken truly be rebuilt, or have they already crossed the point of no return?

For as long as she can remember, Lyra has been taught one truth: The Bloodfang Pack is the enemy. Their Alpha, Rylan, is a monster. A killer. A wolf whose name alone sparks fear. So when her pack is ambushed and she finds herself cornered by him in the burning forest, she expects death. What she doesn’t expect… is the bond. The moon chooses him. Her enemy. Her mate. Lyra refuses him with every breath in her body. Rylan refuses to let her die — even if she hates him for it. But when a hidden threat rises, one powerful enough to destroy both their packs, Lyra and Rylan are forced into an uneasy alliance. Enemies by blood. Bound by fate. And drawn together by a pull neither of them can escape.As danger closes in and secrets unravel, Lyra must decide:Is he truly the monster she was raised to fear… or the only wolf who will ever love her enough to burn the world for her?

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.

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

Leila thought she had uncovered a corruption scandal. What she uncovered was a war. When investigative journalist Leila Hayes exposes the name behind a powerful financial empire, she doesn’t expect Adrian Blackwood himself to walk into her apartment. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. He claims there is more to the truth than she understands. But when enemies begin closing in, Leila realizes she is no longer chasing a story— She is part of it. In a world where power is currency and loyalty is rare, falling for the wrong man might be the most dangerous move of all.

Blood debts can't be paid without ruin Serafina Night’s touch cancels magic. And in a world where magic is currency, status, and survival? She’s basically a walking “Do Not Touch” sign with a body count waiting to happen. After accidentally almost killing a classmate, she’s dragged into Nexus Academy—an elite institution where students duel for rank, alliances expire quickly, and “academic probation” is just a polite way of saying start planning your funeral. Her assigned trainer? Caelan Ashenthorn. Hot enough to be distracting. Cold enough to be dangerous. Ranked third. Ruthless. And he despises what Serafina represents— Null-Borns. So now Serafina has to survive bloodthirsty classmates, political mind games, assassination attempts, and the incoveniences of falling for the boy who is magically obligated to keep her alive.. As secrets unravel and desire turns dangerous, Sera discovers she may have never had a choice—not in this school, not in this bond, not even in love. And when she’s taken, Caelan will burn his magic to ash to bring her back. The question is: When the truth surfaces… will she still choose him? Comparison to: Fourth Wing meets From Blood and Ash with the dark academia atmosphere of  A Deadly Education

Katherine Blaire has worked six grueling years to rise to the top of the banking world of Manhattan. Confident, voluptuous, and ambitious, she's nearly within reach of the promotion that will help to finance the college education of her autistic brother. She needs but one account- the account of Anthony Marvin, arguably the most influential and dangerous man in New York. Anthony "Tony" Marvin doesn't just own hotels and nightclubs. He controls both legitimate and underground empires as the heir of the most notorious mafia family in the city. Tony is ruthless, heartbreakingly handsome, and untouchable until Katherine enters his club with the business plan and with an unwavering refusal to back away from him. When Tony offers Katherine something she cannot refuse —a night with him in exchange for the contract —she storms out, humiliated and outraged. But Tony is interested in the woman who had the strength to say no to him, and Katherine finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of power struggle, desire, and growing love. As their relationship grows stronger, Tony's father, the ruthless mafia kingpin Thomas Marvin, will do whatever it takes to eliminate what he sees as his son's greatest weakness. Surrounded by enemies and with Katherine's entire family in danger, she and Tony must decide if their love is worth risking everything — including their lives. In a world in which love is the ultimate vulnerability, can a banker and a mafia prince redefine the rules of power?

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic, but breathed life into the world. They were the weavers of Black Magic, more commonly known as Witches. For thousands of years, the earth has been barren of them. For a Witch is not born; she is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this forbidden power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be pushed past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a devotion that rivals her own: a dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps.

Han Seorin’s first life ended in betrayal and blood on the day she was meant to marry the crown prince. Reborn six years later, fully aware of the lies that stole her happiness, she returns stronger, sharper, and determined to protect her family and reclaim her life. With months to the day she once died, Seorin uncovers the cousin who betrayed her and carefully begins weaving a web of revenge. Every smile, every word, and every observation is part of her plan to expose the lies, manipulate the palace, and ensure that those who wronged her pay for their treachery. Her parents’ honor and her younger brother’s safety drive her every move, and nothing—not whispers, not deception, not betrayal—will go unnoticed. As her revenge unfolds, Seorin’s careful strategies lead to confrontations, revelations, and the gradual unraveling of those who plotted against her. She transforms from the naive girl of her first life into a force the palace cannot ignore, proving that even the deepest betrayal cannot break a will sharpened by death and rebirth. But even as she claims her victories, the past is only the beginning. Every step brings her closer to a destiny she has yet to understand—a fate written before birth that will challenge everything she thought she knew. A Fate Written Before Birth is a gripping tale of rebirth, revenge, and resilience, following one woman who refuses to be broken and will stop at nothing to protect those she loves and reclaim her life.

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns. Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner. Her pack is erased from history. Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears. The Crimson Crescent. The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings. Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood. Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill. But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds. As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice. Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone. It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

​"I betrayed the only man who stayed faithful to me, and died by the hand of the father I worshipped." ​Olivia Luceron was the perfect tool. For years, she acted as a spy within her own marriage, feeding her father secrets to dismantle her husband’s power. Her reward? A cold dungeon, a mutilated body, and a walk of shame through the empire’s streets. ​Her husband, Duke Matthias, whom she treated with nothing but icy indifference, died protecting her. Her father, whom she gave her soul to, was the one who ordered her torture. ​Now, Olivia has returned. ​The platinum hair she lost is back. The scars on her chest have vanished. And Matthias is still alive. ​She doesn't seek his forgiveness. She doesn't even seek his love. In this life, Olivia has only one goal: to use her position as the Duchess to systematically destroy her family from within. ​But as she navigates a world of lethal poisons and haunting shadows, she realizes that the road to redemption is paved with agony. She will be the "Perfect Wife" this time—a mask of ice to hide a heart of fire. ​"Dear Father, you taught me how to be a monster. It’s only fair that I show you what I’ve learned."

One disgraceful public orgasm, and one classic assistance from Truck-kun… Instant transmigration straight into hell… or heaven? I died escaping from the most embarrassing moment of my modern life only to wake up as the disgraced Luna of a mighty kingdom. Powerless, despised, and mated to five scorching-hot, brutally possessive Alphas who loathe my very existence. Oh, and the original Luna? She cursed their... ahem... manhood back in their teens, locking them into years of aching, frustrated celibacy. No sexual release for them ever unless it was with her… now me. Armed with a sassy System that’s equal parts helpful and snarky, a virgin body hiding an experienced soul, I will flip the script, reclaim my power, and tease these frustrated Alphas until they beg, and turn their burning obsessive hate into scorching passion. Comedy, chaos, steamy reverse harem spice, and revenge. Who said dying couldn't be the start of the hottest second life ever? Even if I have to prevent a second death…

Rowan Blackwood just wants to survive the night shift at The Hollow Crown diner. She's got £34k in student debt, a lease she can barely afford, and a strict policy of not asking questions about the regulars. Then Caelan Vane sits down at table four and orders nothing. He's been coming for three weeks. He never eats. And somehow, Ro can't look away. When she discovers the diner sits on a ley line crossing — and that she's just inherited the role of Keeper binding the fae courts to an ancient truce — her carefully boring life is over. The fae are real. The threat is escalating. And the infuriating, cryptic man who won't use contractions might be the only one who can help her survive it. If she can stop wanting to throw him out first.