twisted

Not every reincarnation is a second chance. Some merely change the shape of the cage. Our protagonist ends her life… only to awaken in another world, inside the body of Laila Mallory, a noble child marked by a book that foretells her downfall, betrayal, and death. But she soon discovers the impossible: her new body cannot die. Trapped under the oppression of House Mallory and the power of the Arkitectus Noxirian—who renames her Ravenna Selene—Laila must challenge prophecies and conspiracies to break a destiny designed to erase her. Content Warning: This novel addresses sensitive themes including suicide, self-harm, violence, and other mental-health-related topics. It may be disturbing for some readers. Discretion is advised, especially if these themes may be triggering.

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!) "Mia Lowder is just a waste!" "Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother." "A person like her should just get out of Falwood." At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms, "She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!" Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair. Four years later, she insists on marrying him. Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side. Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

He said: We can divorce. She said: No, I want to be your father's daughter-in-law! When all the dust settled, she finally managed to protect her entire family amidst the upheaval of changing dynasties. Princess Qin: Your Highness, can we divorce now? King Qin: Don't even think about it~! PS: Set in an alternate history of the Tang Dynasty~ [The talented and skilled fallen noble Miss VS the domineering King Qin who dotes on his daughter-in-law on his father's orders]

The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment. At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance. He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights. Daisy Ginger. The name is spicy enough. The figure. Also spicy enough. * Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

He was her first love - the boy she left without a word. Now, she's back. But she doesn't remember him... or what they once had. Xu Tao isn't the quiet, golden boy anymore. He's powerful, ruthless-and obsessed. He now owns an empire and have people worship the very ground he walks on. But the one thing he never got over? Her. She's a single mother now, working in his hotel, with no idea she ever broke him. What started as revenge turns into something far more dangerous: a second chance he never deserved, and a love she no longer remembers. If she won't love him again - he'll still 'have' her. Because this time, he will make sure she can't live without him.

With the weight of several worlds on her shoulders as a prophetess in the making, Zory has no interest in being slowed down by anything or anyone. When the number of targets on her back shifts from growing by the day to rising by the hour, her people quickly prove they're ready to start pulling some of the most ridiculous stunts of all time to protect her. She isn't the only one being haunted by her past lives as a phoenix and the only man who can truly understand can't seem to get her to level with him for so much as a second. With both her life and her legacy repeatedly on the line, Zory isn't interested in playing by anyone's rules but her own. With a new war on the horizon and unprecedented powers at her disposal, Zory feels obligated to stick to her guns on being the first line of defense in Zayin. As the bodies pile up around her, will she have it in her to stop a war faster than she may end up starting one? In a battle royale of seers from higher classes of beings, it doesn't help when the supernatural, paranormal and mythical beings under her jurisdiction as a proxy know so very little about life beyond their own world. The fact that the man who claims she's the love of his every life doesn't know how to take no for an answer isn't helping anything either.

I caught the eyes of the monster. A monster covered behind- a race suit and a helmet. Dashing. Hot tempered. Charming. Yet warnings of red flag plastered like an advertisement on my boss or specifically my driver- as his sheep's clothes barely hid those narcissistic, arrogant, and sadist traits. Was I scared? Opposite. I was attracted to this villain. A trepidation. This isn't anymore lovely or professional but feels like- Hades is ready to claim his Persephone. One thing that doesn't match with the equation is I am no Persephone. I won't run or hide. This whatever is going on between us, is about to ruin our lives-'miserably'. Specifically I gave myself to a soul carving demon. My Demon.

For seven years, Isla Morven loved a man made from ice. She married Alpha Dante Blackthorn thinking her devotion could thaw his frozen heart. She gave him everything—her youth, her loyalty, her body broken twice in childbirth. She even threw herself between him and an assassin's silver blade, nearly dying to save the man who couldn't meet her eyes at their own mating ceremony. But the ice never melted. Not when she bore their daughter. Not when she almost bled out having their son. Not even in the dark when he took her body with clinical precision, as if fulfilling a duty. Isla told herself it was enough. That being Luna of the Blackthorn Pack, raising their cubs, standing beside him—that was love. Until the night she followed her husband's smell to the forest edge and found him rutting against another woman, his mistress's heat pheromones thick in the air, his face alive with passion he'd never shown his wife. Her world shattered totally when her five-year-old son—the boy she'd carried through a nightmare pregnancy, the child she'd sung to sleep every night—ran past her to that woman and cried, "Mommy! Daddy said you'd come back!" Seven years of commitment. Two children. One near-death sacrifice. And Isla was nothing but a free babysitter they'd suffer until the real family could be together. The Moon Goddess had a cruel sense of humor, but Isla Morven was done being the joke. She refused the bond, walked away from the pack that never wanted her, and disappeared into the night with only her daughter's hand in hers. Three years later, Isla has become someone unknown. CEO of her own company, secret heir to the ancient Morven bloodline, surrounded by power and people who truly value her. She's growing. She's happy. She's found a man who looks at her like she hung the moon—Caden Rivers, the rival Alpha who's spent three years showing she deserves to be worshipped. But Dante Blackthorn has finally woken up. His perfect lady showed her true colors. His son cries for the mother who left. His pack is breaking without the Luna who held it together. And the mate bond he ignored for seven years is now an open wound he can't live. He wants her back. He needs her back. He'll kill anyone who stands in his way—including the man who's giving Isla everything Dante was too blind to offer. Too bad for him. Isla Morven isn't the naive girl who married him anymore. She's the wolf who learned to bite back.

Isla Monroe has clawed her way through Silvercrest Academy on scholarships and sheer determination, enduring mockery from the elite wolf shifter families who rule the school. She doesn't care that she's an outcast—she has plans, ambitions, and zero interest in the shallow world of privilege and excess. Especially not Damien Blackwood, the future Alpha of the most powerful pack in North America. Devastatingly handsome, obscenely wealthy, and notorious for leaving a trail of broken hearts across three states, he represents everything she despises. He's never worked for anything, never suffered, never had to prove his worth beyond his bloodline and his looks. Then one reckless night at a graduation party she never wanted to attend, their wolves collide and recognize the impossible: "Mate." Isla's world shatters. This has to be the universe's cruelest joke—bonding her to a man who'll discard her like yesterday's conquest. She runs. He chases. And when the mate bond awakens something fierce and possessive in Damien, he discovers that winning his fated mate will require more than charm and privilege. But Isla won't make it easy. She's already been humiliated enough. And when his pack elders, jealous ex-lovers, and his own privileged family conspire to break them apart, Damien will have to choose: his comfortable life of endless options, or the one woman who challenges him to become the Alpha he was meant to be.

He betrayed me with my own sister. So I did the unthinkable—I signed up for his father’s class and made sure he couldn’t ignore me. I was supposed to start college with a boyfriend and a plan. Instead, I caught my ex and my sister tangled up in his bed. Crushed? Maybe. Broken? Never. Because fate—and maybe a little revenge—had a different game in mind. His father. Professor Ethan Parker. Calm, brilliant… and completely off-limits. At least, that’s what everyone thought. One intense look across the lecture hall. One invitation to “stick around after class.” One night that shattered every rule I thought I knew. Now, I say “Professor Parker” when I’m around others… but in my mind, it’s always Ethan. My ex wants to make amends. My sister wants to erase it all. But karma? Karma shows up with his last name—and it’s nothing like what they expected.

Blurb: "He was killed. I know it. And I won't rest until I prove it." Six months ago, Skylar Bennett's world shattered when her boyfriend, James Chen, was found dead at Ashwood University—officially ruled a suicide. But Skylar knows better. James would never take his own life. He had dreams, plans, a future with her. Transferring to Ashwood to find solutions, Skylar expects resistance. What she doesn't expect is Damon Cross—James's best friend, a moody architecture major with storm-gray eyes and a wall of ice around his heart. Or his girlfriend, the beautiful and seemingly perfect Celeste Morgan, who offers pity that feels just a little too rehearsed. As Skylar looks deeper into James's final days, she and Damon form an uneasy alliance, both haunted by the same questions. But the closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous their investigation becomes. Someone is watching. Someone is threatened by what they might discover. When proof points to the last person either of them suspected, Skylar finds herself in a deadly game where the killer will stop at nothing to keep the truth buried—even if it means adding two more bodies to the count. In a race against time and a murderer's passion, Skylar must choose: let grief consume her, or let love save her. Because sometimes the only way to respect the dead is to fight like hell for the living.

"Thirteen innocents must die for one guilty soul." Detective Sienna Cross has seen her share of darkness, but nothing prepared her for this—a chilling manifesto given in blood at the city's most high-profile crime scene. As bodies pile up, each victim seemingly unconnected, Sienna races against time to understand a killer's twisted logic. But her investigation collides with chaos when her childhood best friend Maya becomes the personal bodyguard for Celeste Moreau—a firebrand feminist activist whose national tour has sparked violent protests and death threats. What should be two separate cases becomes a nightmare when Sienna learns the victims all share one terrible secret: they were complicit in a crime that destroyed countless lives, including someone Maya and Sienna both knew. Enter Damien Kade—the enigmatic CEO of Luxe Security, the elite company protecting Celeste. Cold, calculating, and carrying secrets darker than the cases Sienna examines, Damien becomes both her most valuable ally and her most dangerous distraction. He knows more about the killings than he should, and his obsessive interest in Sienna goes beyond professional courtesy. As the body count hits thirteen and the final victim's identity is revealed, Sienna must face a devastating truth: the line between detective and accomplice, between justice and murder, is thinner than she ever imagined. And the person she's been hunting might be the person she's been protecting all along. Sometimes the deadliest weapon isn't a gun—it's the truth you've been running from your entire life.

The universe hated me so much, it tossed me around, then dumped me straight into the arms of my father’s killer. — I thought I understood monsters. I grew up with them. I survived them. I swore I would kill the one who murdered my father and brothers. But when I finally found him, I failed. Dante Corsetti. Alpha. Mafia boss. The man who destroyed my family and dragged me into his house like a living trophy. He broke me apart until I didn’t know where my rage ended and his cruelty began. He said I was nothing. A prisoner. A reminder of everything he’d lost. A punishment for sins I never committed. Yet the longer I stayed, the more the world I thought I knew cracked open. The secrets about my bloodline, lies my father died with and a supernatural truth I should never have discovered. And in the middle of it all, a mate bond tied me to the monster I hated most. The goddess must be laughing because Dante is not the only one drawn to me. There were two others. Knox, who looked at me like I was the first good thing the goddess ever gave him. Reed, who claimed I was destined for him no matter who he had to fight. Three alphas. One impossible bond. And me, trapped between revenge, desire, and a fate dark enough to break every one of us.

(A EARTH-23 Escapade straight from the Elder Age!) My name is Kali of the Bloombergs, well formerly of the Bloombergs. I have elected to participate in the current war between Androcien, Goddess of Knowledge and Erosa and Narvath, The Goddess of Love and War respectively. I hope to make a name for myself and prove that i can be a warrior. Just like my grandfather. ......... I really hope this isn't all a big mistake.

In "Beyond the Crown", a tale of secrets, passion, and power unfolds in a world of opulent splendor, where a coterie of ladies-in-waiting navigate the treacherous waters of courtly life, entwining their lives with those above them, and becoming embroiled in the intricate dance of intrigue, loyalty, desire and love.

In a world where only 0,00073 % of the population is born with powers, of course Kayla was going to be born a simple human. Quite weak at that too, if she's being honest. So imagine her surprise when she befriends Starshield, humanity's strongest. So strong in fact, he is believed to not be human at all, even among his supes peers. With his mesmerizing bright blue eyes and slicked-back raven hair, he had the whole world swooning over him as soon as he was born. But what starts as a funny, if not wholesome, friendship, slowly evolves into something a lot darker than Kayla could ever imagine. When obsession and love are thrown into the mix, she finally realizes he's just a man. A man who also happens to be the strongest force in the universe. What are you to do when the one supposed to protect all turns against you ?

MIRA A Dark Mafia Captive Romance "Speak not a word to her. Let none of you lay your hands or eyes on her. She is mine to deal with. This is my only warning. Defy it, and the consequences will make you beg for death, yet death will not come." MIRA When Ken hurt me, I shattered. But I never gave in. I refused to feel. I refused to love. Then my father, who hates me, and my mother, too afraid to protect me, send me away. I expected peace. What I got was the White Lion. The mafia king of the continent. A legend soaked in blood. He claims me with no mercy. Protects me with no kindness. Says I belong to him. Proves it with every threat and every body he leaves behind. I swore I would never surrender. But how do you fight a devil who looks like salvation and kisses like sin? SCAR After my mother died from my father’s recklessness, I made myself a promise. No love. No women in the mafia. No weakness. Then I saw Mira. Too proud to beg. Too pure to touch. I made her a game. A test. A punishment. But now she is the obsession I never expected. And I have brought the devil to her doorstep. I cannot leave. And I will never let her go.

[A young woman, burdened by inner turmoil and emotional fragility, struggles to find her place in a world that feels increasingly hostile. Crushed by the weight of her despair( and of her body), she reaches out in search of comfort and understanding, and in this moment of vulnerability, she encounters someone who offers her the solace she so desperately craves. What begins as a fragile friendship soon blossoms into a powerful bond. For Lina, this newfound connection feels like a lifeline—an escape from loneliness and pain. Yet the intensity of her emotions grows rapidly, blurring the line between affection and dependence. Her feelings for the boy evolve into an all-consuming love that begins to shape her every thought and action. But as her attachment deepens, love transforms into obsession. Lina’s world narrows until it revolves entirely around him, leaving her trapped between devotion and self-destruction. What once appeared as salvation soon reveals itself as the seed of her downfall, as passion spirals into madness and love becomes inseparable from despair.] By: CatsDragon

For two years, Aurora Mclaren blamed her exhaustion on insomnia. That lie shattered the morning she woke to find a sharp, geometric bruise scarring her wrist, a mark she was certain she never received. Now, the world around her is beginning to fray. Shadows cling to her when she stands still. Reflections scream silent warnings. And a single, unnerving text message from a blocked number delivers a terrifying truth: The boundary is thinning. Dragged through a mirror and into the Hypnagogia, a twisted, silent reflection of her university campus. Aurora discovers the gold veins blooming beneath her skin give her the power to bend and reshape this glass reality. But such power demands a devastating sacrifice. The Hypnagogia is hunting her, led by The Siphon, a monster born from her own deepest trauma. To survive, Aurora must align herself with a mismatched group of desperate survivors and Ben, the boy she’d secretly loved forever. In a world of uncanny reflections, however, trust is a fatal flaw. Ben is behaving strangely. His touch is too cold, his smile is simply too perfect. Aurora must master the rules of the void before the gold in her veins consumes her humanity entirely. Rule #1: Don’t make a sound. Rule #2: Don’t trust the reflection. Rule #3: Don’t fall in love with the monster wearing your friend's face.**