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She was human. And that alone should have killed her. Lenora is a mortal college junior—fragile, marked, and never meant to survive Hell. Dragged into the infernal realm by two Demon Princes, brothers bound by blood and unwavering loyalty, her existence becomes a dangerous secret in a world where humans are enslaved and souls are currency. The blind Demon Lord Alaric—their older brother and ruler of Hell, holds a centuries-old claim on her soul, one that has finally come due. But demons do not only collect what they are owed. They claim. As infernal alliances fracture and a masked banquet sets fate into motion, Lenora finds herself watched, guarded, and desired by three brothers who rule Hell as one, through power, devotion, and fear. Her scent must be hidden. Her freedom denied. Her survival uncertain. Because in Hell, being alive is not mercy— it is a sentence. TAGS: #Reverse Harem #Dark Fantasy #Slow-Burn #Demon Brothers #Mortal FMC #Supernatural Politics #Morally Grey

Selina Seth had been married for two years, devoting her life as a docile wife who loved her husband from afar. Unfortunately, she was met with cold neglect and indifference in return from the enigmatic CEO, Zane Kaius. Heartbroken, Selina decides to divorce him and take control of her life when she discovered the dark secrets of their marriage. But fate deals her another blow before she could leave freely—she is pregnant with Zane’s child. Despite being caught in a deal with him, she refused to let that fragile connection bind her with a man who once swore to have nothing to do with her. Yet the same man who once denied her now clings to her, unwilling to let her go at any cost. Still, this time, Selina isn't the same woman who'd risk her chance to be trampled on again!

In a world with a clear hierarchy between powerful Awakened bloodlines and weak humans, Severine Vale never believed in miracles. That is, until a sudden series of dreamlike memories forces her to awaken to a truth she was never meant to know: She is living inside a novel. Her Awakened dorm-mate, Alina Hart, is the protagonist. Meanwhile, Damien Rhodes, the cold young master of a Wolf bloodline, is the male lead—one whose love story with Alina begins through a twisted cycle of “I bully you because I hate you” and ends with “I bully you because I love you.” And Severine? She’s nothing more than cannon fodder—a side character who dies five years later under the male lead’s 'revenge'. Determined to change her fate, Severine avoids the original plot at all costs—only to discover that even the smallest flutter of her actions sends the entire story spiraling off course. The main characters begin knocking on her door one by one. Worst of all, fate pushes her into a moment that never existed in the novel. On the night she tries to escape humiliation, Severine barges into a forbidden room… and straight into the territory of a Monster—Killian Rhett King, a villain so ruthless that even Damien fears him. Severine only wanted to stay far from the story. But how is she supposed to escape when Killian’s presence in her supposedly peaceful life keeps growing… and growing?

Betrayed by her husband. Pushed off a rooftop. She is reborn four years before her death on the very night she was drugged. This time, she swore she’d change her fate. Instead of following the same path, she ran straight into the arms of Su Ye, the cold, mysterious CEO. The next morning, she woke up with a ring on her finger, with him calling her “Mrs. Su.” Wait—what?! From that moment, her life flipped upside down. While she chased her long-lost dream of becoming an actress, her powerful new husband spoiled her endlessly. And when her ex noticed her again? She had only one answer: Sorry, I am married, and he doesn't share. The ex's interested. She’s not.

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake— or maybe this was a curse just like everyone says it is. But I always knew deep down that I was never meant to be theirs. They belonged to her. To my twin sister, Chalice, who was sweet. Perfect. Worshipped by the entire pack… and pure venom behind closed doors. The three brothers— Zevran, Kael, and Caelum— hate me with a fire that burns hotter than the bond tying us together. And I know because I see it in their eyes… I feel it in the way their burning touch lingers a second too long. They despise me. Just like everyone else does. But they want me. And no matter how much I try to stay away, the mate bond keeps dragging me back into their world of heat, power, hatred and danger. Maybe, I should leave… I know. But fate plays a cruel game. And as truths unravel and secrets come to light, the triplets— the ones who once despised me— now see me for who I am. Now, they want me— unabashedly. But by the time they realize this, it is a little too late. I’ve been broken by them a little too much. And I am done being anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We want you, Leilani… we always have. Always would. Please take this as our way of saying sorry. For everything, for not believing you… for letting our judgements be clouded by…” Caelum said softly, his voice trailing off, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips as his other hand found the warm spot between my thighs. My eyes snagged on his full lips— pink and inviting; But they’d been kissed by another. And I don’t do leftovers. I sighed exasperatedly, shaking my head to rid myself of this pitiful sight and clenching my legs together to force his hands out. He didn’t budge. “No.” I said sharply, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips creating sparks across my body. “I’m done. Go back to Chalice… she suits you more than I ever did.” Kael’s voice vibrated through my body as he pressed himself flush against me. His brothers Caelum and Zevran leaned in too, their lips on the shell of my ears, one’s fingers grazing over my taut nipple. “I’ll burn the world, Leilani,” he growled, his voice deep. Threatening. “I’ll burn the entire world, if that’s what it takes to win you back.” “Then I'd like to see you after the world’s been successfully burnt down. Maybe then we’ll have this conversation.” I answered, and with that, I pushed their hands away and leapt off the cupboard. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once. But I didn’t falter. I didn’t turn around. I was the monster they’d made. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains triggers and explicit scenes of abuse, Graphic violence and murder, explicit sexual activities, strong language and dark, obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised. ****

I am a new author, so there might be some grammatical errors. Try not to be too harsh. And don't forget to share your valuable reviews. SYNOPSIS "You are my mate, I am not going to share you with anyone, not even my brothers " his whispering tone felt like melted sugar in my ears. I was drowning in his scent, my mind was in a frenzy. Suddenly, I woke up with a start, panting heavily after a steamy wet dream which I have been having quite a lot lately. Myra Miracle, an orphan since birth, visits her childhood best friend Nora to Kimberg to. While she was having dinner with Nora and her parents, she felt dizzy and enchanted at the same time for some unknown reasons. Later that evening, she met four hot, handsome and mesmerizing people which made her restless all night long. Since then she has been having wild dreams. Why is that so? Why is she so attracted to her best friend's brothers?

Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads, however, when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?

I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.” Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—” I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.” Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—” I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.” Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.” I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.” With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes. •••••••• Olivia Parker was once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma—until betrayal shattered her world. Branded the daughter of a traitor, she was stripped of her title, her dignity, and the life she had known, forced to serve as an Omega among those who once respected her. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. On the night of the mating ceremony, Olivia discovered the cruelest twist of all—she wasn’t fated to just one mate, but three. And not just any three. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Louis, and Alpha Levi—the ruthless triplet Alphas who had spent years tormenting her. Bound to a marriage they never wanted, the triplets made her life a waking nightmare. They paraded their lover, Anita, before her, ensuring she never forgot her place, never forgot that they would never want her. But fate has a way of playing its own game. As secrets unravel and buried truths come to light, the triplets begin to see Olivia for who she truly is—not just a Luna in title, but the woman they never realized they needed. Only now, she’s done waiting.

“When you send me back, make me rich.” That was the first wish Freya ever made to the Moon Goddess after she was killed by the Immortal Alpha King, Nolan. She did not stay alive long enough to enjoy it. “When you send me back,” Freya wished the second time, after she was killed again soon after her return, “I hope I do not trip while my powerful wolf destroys everything in its path with just my growl alone.” She was sent back, and got killed again. By the third time Freya returned to the Moon Goddess’s abode, even the Goddess looked amused. “Any last cunning wish?” the Moon Goddess asked with a smirk. “Remember, this is your final wish.” Freya was tired of dying. Tired of being hunted. Tired of being brutalized before she could even understand why the King always found her. Still, she lifted her head. “When you send me back again,” Freya said quietly, “this time as the King’s weakness, make me remember.” The Moon Goddess stilled. “Very well,” she said at last. “If you survive beyond the moment of your previous death, I will return everything you lost. Your wealth and your powerful wolf. But you will begin again from the very beginning.” ******** Freya is reborn as the Immortal Alpha King’s only weakness. The moment Nolan realizes he can bleed when she bleeds, every enemy he has ever made comes for him—gods, alphas, even the Moon Goddess. So he keeps her close. Not out of mercy, but control. Freya hates the man who has killed her in every life, even as he becomes the only thing standing between her and death. Nolan despises Moon Bloods and the idea that one is bound to him. Yet the longer they remain bound together, the more his control begins to fail. Too close. Too aware. Too much heat where there should only be contempt. This is Freya’s last life. And surviving the King is no longer the hardest part. Wanting him is. A/N This story is different from what you may expect about werewolves, the Moon Goddess, and mate bonds. Some familiar rules are broken here. I hope you enjoy the journey.

Tamara Rigby became the wife of the most feared man in the city without ever being truly seen. Rafael Tanque — the king of the underground, the man who rules blood, money, and loyalty with an iron hand — cannot recognize faces. Not hers. Not his enemies’. Not even the woman he married. To the world, Tamara is the beautiful mafia bride standing beside Rafael Tanque. To Rafael, she is a voice. A scent. A presence he cannot escape. And that terrifies him more than any gun ever could. When a brutal ambush nearly kills Rafael, something inside his damaged mind fractures. The condition he has hidden for years — his inability to recognize faces — worsens, erasing even the fragile map he had built of his own wife. Tamara becomes a stranger sleeping in his bed… yet somehow, his body, his instincts, and his obsession know she is his. He does not remember her face. But his hands remember how she fits against him. His heartbeat remembers her. His anger burns when she pulls away. Trapped inside a marriage where the man who owns her life cannot even identify her, Tamara must survive a world of betrayal, mafia politics, and a husband whose love is as dangerous as his power. But the real nightmare begins when their child disappears. Kidnapped from under the Tanque empire itself, the missing baby becomes the ultimate weapon. Enemies move in the shadows, manipulating Rafael’s blindness and Tamara’s desperation, forcing them into a deadly game where every memory, every touch, and every secret could either save their family — or destroy it. Tamara refuses to be just a silent mafia wife. She becomes ruthless. She becomes cunning. She becomes willing to burn the entire criminal world if that is what it takes to get her child back. Rafael, consumed by obsession, guilt, and a twisted form of devotion he cannot fully understand, grows more possessive the more he fears losing her. He cannot see her face — but he will kill anyone who dares to touch what belongs to him. In a city where loyalty is bought, love is a weakness, and blood is the only truth, a woman without a recognized face and a man who cannot see must fight their own past, their enemies, and each other to keep what little family they have left. Because in Rafael Tanque’s world… Even love can become a weapon.

She Transmigrated With a Calendar That Wouldn’t Change Lin Yue transmigrates into a historical world where the future is already written—and the only thing she is given is a calendar that advances every day, but never allows history to change. No matter what she does, events unfold exactly as recorded. The wars still happen. The betrayals still occur. And Prince Shen Rui—the man history has already erased—will still disappear. Unlike typical transmigrators, Lin Yue is not here to rewrite fate or save the male lead. She quickly realizes that resisting the timeline only accelerates its cruelty. So she does the unthinkable. She stops trying to change history. Instead, she chooses to stay. Day after day, she quietly remains beside Shen Rui—sharing meals, routines, and silences—knowing that loving him will not save him, and leaving him will not spare her the pain. As the calendar moves closer to the date that will erase him from the world, Shen Rui begins to notice something terrifying: everyone else is fighting for survival— but Lin Yue is preparing for loss. When history finally takes him, Lin Yue survives. Not as a heroine who changed the world, but as the only person who remembers the man history refused to keep. Because in a world where time cannot be altered, love does not change destiny— it only leaves traces behind.

She was never meant to survive the binding. Caught in an ancient curse created to restrain a being too powerful to exist freely, she is unwillingly tethered to him—her emotions feeding his strength, her fear amplifying his pain. He was once a weapon worshipped and feared, now reduced to a controlled anomaly, bound by a system that punishes attachment and rewards control. Forced to travel together through a world that hunts what it cannot understand, survival demands more than trust—it demands restraint, balance, and the will to endure consequences. But the curse does not merely bind them. It observes. It remembers. And it adapts. As enemies close in and fragments of erased memories begin to surface, she uncovers a terrifying truth: She was never meant to be a weakness in the curse. She is the variable capable of breaking it. And if she does— the world will make sure neither of them survives the aftermath.

Six years ago, Princess Lyanna Graves publicly rejected the vampire king at their wedding altar calling him a soulless monster unworthy of love, and walked away, leaving Azrael Thornfield humiliated in front of his entire court. Now, six years later, her kingdom has fallen. Her family is dead and the only person who is offering her shelter is the vampire king she refused. But Azrael is not doing this out for mercy. “I’ll grant you safety, and in return I want everything that belongs to you, including your body, and your pride. I’ll break you into pieces until you forget what it was like to reject a king.” Lyanna is left with only two choices: accept his cruel proposal or die. She chooses survival. Their revenge marriage is filled with games of dominance and possession which slowly transforms into something far more dangerous. Azrael who married her for revenge is suddenly terrified of losing her, and Lyanna who married him to survive realizes she’s falling for the monster she once created.

Nara Lyn had sworn off love. After a past that left her guarded and weary, she convinced herself that love was something she’d only get right in another lifetime. But fate had other plans. When she meets Keigh Dynamite at a birthday party, it isn’t love at first sight, it’s something quieter. A spark that feels familiar, safe, and terrifying all at once. He isn’t like anyone she’s known before. He listens. He chooses her every day, even when things get hard. Together, they learn that love isn’t about perfection—it’s about patience, forgiveness, and trying again. This time, it’s not about falling fast. It’s about falling right.

Frank Tulliver and Timothy Dawson are masters of a cold world. Frank, a man who reclaimed his legacy through "ruthless" ambition, believes his heart is better "warmed by gold" than by the vulnerability of love. For him, life is a ledger where he "inhales profit and exhales losses". Timothy, the "astute and all-knowing" heir, views the world with a "curt and pragmatic" eye—until he encounters a girl who doesn't fit into a balance sheet. Enter Lydia Rivers. She is a "rare gift" in a society of "city boys" and "calculated alliances". She possesses a "quaint elegance" and "insanely expressive eyes" that speak a language these men have long forgotten: the language of the heart. As Lydia’s honesty and charisma dismantle their defenses, the "honorable" men of St. Georges find themselves entangled in a "tangled web" of their own making. The pursuit of power is replaced by a desperate thirst for the one thing money cannot move: true affection. In a high-stakes world where "numbers do not lie," Frank and Timothy must decide if they are willing to burn their empires to stay warm in the glow of a woman they can neither buy nor borrow. It’s a war of the few good men who are Greedy for Love and Love for Money.

In a futuristic world where technology has lifted humanity from all burdens, Aisling is different. She dreams of a lost era... of ancient wars, fallen cities, and a shadowy alliance that vanished after the last great conflict of mankind. While others enjoy comfort, Aisling is haunted by memories that aren't hers. In her dreams, she walks alongside forgotten warriors, faces the infamous warlord Drakhtor, and searches for the truth behind the Twelve - a legendary Brotherhood thought to be gone forever. But the dreams are growing stronger. And she's not the only one having them. As the Brotherhood begins to awaken across timelines, Aisling must uncover what really happened in the final days of the old world... or something far greater than memory may be stirring. A girl between realities. A war erased from history. A Brotherhood that refuses to die. But what if the truth she's searching for... isn't the one she's meant to find?

“Your pussy is weeping for me, Amara... It’s making a mess of my rug. Be a good girl and let me lick you clean before I stretch you open.” “I… I didn’t mean to... aakkkhhh..." Darien’s hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her center, already soaked and swollen for him. He circles the sensitive heat of her clit with a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at his lips as she whimpers. “You don’t call me 'Sir' when you’re this wet for me. Say my name.” His free hand lunged for her, his large palm engulfing her breast through her blouse. He squeezed it with a brutal, possessive strength, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it with agonizing pressure until she was sobbing his name. "God, yes... I'm a mess because of you, Darien!" she gasped, arching her back until her breasts pressed against his suit. “I’m so fucking wet I’m soaking your hand. Now stop teasing me and give me what this bond is screaming for.” He leans in, his golden eyes glowing with a beast's hunger, his voice dropping to a vibration against her ear. “See? Your walls are twitching for me, aren't they? They’re hungry for my cock.” He pulls his hand back, his fingers dripping with her sweet juices. His gaze never leaves hers as he brings them to his mouth, his tongue swiping across his skin with a slow, agonizingly sensual lick. “Sweet,” he growls, tasting her surrender. “And I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” *** Amara Hayes thought she was just another cleaning lady at Ispire Inc., until one awkward, clumsy night completely flipped her life upside down. It was supposed to be just another boring shift. Clean the office. Mop the floors. Avoid the insanely hot, terrifyingly gorgeous boss. Instead, she tripped, fell… and accidentally kissed him. She figured she’d be getting a termination letter, not a pair of horns, scales, and wings?! Her “strict but ridiculously hot” boss, Darien Dravik? Turns out he’s not just some kind of billionaire. He’s a beastmen from dragon race, and apparently, she’s his mate. Now, Amara’s stuck in a bond with a guy who growls when other men look at her and calls her “mine” like it’s his favorite hobby. Darien might be one of the most powerful and wanted men in the city, but under that expensive suit, there’s a dragon who’s totally lost control around her. And if she tries to walk away? Well… it could cost her a lot more than just her job. It could cost her life. In a world where peace between humans and beastmen is a fragile illusion, their bond could set everything on fire. But Darien? He swears he’ll protect her, even if it means burning the whole world down.

RE-EDITING IN PROGRESS (Kindly bear with this little author) : Mature content R-18+ ★★★★★ "Then why is Miss Feng here?" "Since you refused my first offer, I have a new proposition for you?" Holding his gaze, Feng Tian stood, taking each step slowly towards him before proceeding to lean on the table in front of him. "I. Want. You. To. Be. My. Man." He was her redemption and she was his vixen, they couldn't be more perfect for each other. Five years ago, Chun Huan watched powerlessly as her whole life was being torn apart, she then swore before the heavens to pay back those who took everything from her in two folds. Now, reborn as Feng Tian, a name clouded with mystery and great power, she returns to a world where those who wronged her have long forgotten the depth of their cruelty. she returns to a world where her enemies have forgotten all about their grave and cruel mistake. Fate, however being fate, has a different plan in place. In exchange for her new life, not only must she bring retribution upon the evildoers and set everything back in place, but she is also bound by an unspoken debt to protect the man whose selfless act towards her years ago came at a devastating cost. Determined to shield him from the dangers lurking in her shadow, Feng Tian devises an unconventional plan: to make him her man. What begins as a calculated strategy to keep him close quickly spirals into something far more intense. As their fates intertwine, their complex web which had already being intertwined began to grow stronger. But the path to redemption is never easy and as Feng Tian edges closer to reclaiming what was stolen from her and navigates her new life, she faces one question that could change everything: Can she truly have it all—revenge, power, and love—or will her pursuit of justice destroy everything she’s fought to reclaim? ★★★★ Follow me on social media. Instagram: @zzetania P.S ( The picture used for the cover does not belong to me.)