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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. WARNING: 18+ Contains dark, and triggering themes some readers might find disturbing.

My engagement ended in humiliation. One moment, I was the bride-to-be. Next, my fiancé was slipping a ring onto another woman’s finger—nope, not just anyone, my half-sister! And the whole city watched. So I did the unthinkable. I kissed the one man I was never supposed to touch—his aloof, very hot, useless uncle. Dominic Fletcher. It was supposed to be revenge. A scandal to wipe away my shame. Until he stole my bra and with it, my senses… and my already fragile heart. “Give it back!” I demanded, reaching for my bra, but he only lifted it higher. “I’ll keep this as a memento, Kitten,” he murmured, eyes dark, voice dangerously seductive. But Dominic Fletcher was far from useless. Behind the nonchalant façade was a ruthless power only I had glimpsed. And now, he wants to help me take my revenge— “Marry me, sweetness,” Dominic rasped, gaze sharp as steel. “I’ll make everyone who offended you a foot mat. What do you say?” How could I say no? I’d do anything to make that worthless, piece-of-shit scumbag ex lose sleep for the rest of his life and become his worst nightmare. So I said yes—to his uncle. I became his aunt-in-law. Then I returned, victorious and unbroken. My family pleaded for me to forgive them. My ex-fiancé fell to his knees, clutching my hand. “Let’s start again, Harper,” he begged. “You’re the only one I cherish...”

in"The velvet secrets"the novel explores how love can be a refuge and a weapon, set in a world where secrets murmur louder than honesty and every glance carries the weight of unspoken truth Alexander and cynthia two complex souls in between desire and deception.their relationship evolves from tension and denial into reluctant vulnerability-punctuated by moments of biting humor and acting tenderness where alexander forced confession and cynthia realizing they were being watched

Matthew Ashford gave up everything for Maya Davis,his family’s fortune, their approval, even his name. Together, they fled to build a life on their own terms, fighting tooth and nail just to pay rent while finishing college. But his parents won’t let him go that easily, and every door in town slams shut the moment his last name is spoken. When Sophia Vanderbilt,his parents’ chosen fiancée,offers him a way out, Matthew takes it, convinced he can keep his past hidden and protect Maya from the chaos he left behind. But secrets have a way of coming to light, and one edited video shatters the trust they’ve fought so hard to build. On the night Matthew plans to make things right,with a ring in his pocket and a future in his heart,a truck careens across the road. Maya pushes him to safety, taking the full impact herself. By morning, Matthew is told she didn’t survive. Three years later, Matthew has rebuilt his life in Seattle, honoring Maya’s memory by building community centers for kids who need them most. He’s even started a life with Sophia, though love has never touched his heart the way it did with Maya. Across the street, in a quiet rehabilitation center, a woman named Emma wakes up with no memory of who she is. All she knows is that strangers call her their daughter, and something pulls her to stare out the window at the high-rise building just beyond the glass. Two lives torn apart by lies. Two hearts still bound by love. When their paths finally cross, will Matthew recognize the woman he thought he’d lost forever? And will Emma remember the man who was once her whole world,before the truth of what really happened tears them apart again?

Aarav stepped in front of Aanya, shielding her with his body. "Aanya, look at me." ​She looked. Through the terror and the betrayal, she saw the boy she had met in college. The one who had shared his umbrella with her. ​"The 06:15 AM train," Aarav whispered. "The ticket is under the silk lining of the box. If I stay here, I can hold them off. But you have to break the link. You have to stop loving me, Aanya. Right now. You have to make your heart go cold, or the signal will never turn Green." ​"How do I do that?" she cried, clutching his shirt. "How do I stop loving you in the middle of a nightmare?" ​Aarav leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Think about the crosshair. Think about the tracker. Think about the fact that I am the man who was sent to kill you." ​He pulled back and raised his gun, pointing it directly at Aanya's forehead. ​"Run, Aanya. Before I decide to finish the job." ​The Cliffhanger ​Aanya stared into the barrel of the gun. Behind Aarav, Vikram was screaming something, and the Director was laughing. ​She looked at the box. The light was pulsing faster now. Blink-blink-blink-blink. ​The orange spark at the café grew into a small flame. ​Aanya took a step back toward the exit, her heart shattering into a million jagged pieces. But as she turned to run, she felt something strange. The microchip in the box wasn't just humming—it was vocalizing. ​A tiny, synthesized voice, audible only to her, whispered: ​"Aarav's pulse detected. Heartbeat synchronization: 100%. If Target Aanya leaves the 10-meter radius, Agent Aarav's internal nanites will self-destruct." ​Aanya stopped dead. ​The tracker wasn't on her. The tracker was on them. If she ran to save herself, Aarav's heart would stop. If she stayed to save him, the city would burn. ​She looked back at Aarav, who was screaming at her to run, his finger tightening on the trigger to scare her away. ​"You're a liar, Aarav," Aanya whispered, a terrifyingly beautiful smile touching her lips. "You didn't put the bomb under the café. You put the bomb inside yourself." ​In the distance, the clock tower began to chime.

She needs stability. He needs a relationship that means nothing. A six-month arrangement. Clear rules. No emotions. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to pretend. This was supposed to end quietly. It never does.

Eilika Wolanski is the eldest daughter of one of Varos’ most respected merchants, but respect has never brought her kindness. A childhood accident left a scar across her cheek, and with it, a cruel label she can never escape. The “Unwanted Woman” of Varos. Mocked in public, pitied in private, and treated like a blemish to be hidden, Eilika grows up learning one painful truth, beauty matters more than character in high society. So when an unexpected marriage proposal arrives from the powerful House of Kingsley, no one believes it is real. The groom is Damian Van Kingsley, the widowed duke of Varos, feared for his cold temperament and admired for his unmatched looks and wealth. Rumors follow him like shadows. He has a secret mistress, a broken heart drowned in alcohol, and worst of all… A son he barely acknowledges. For Eilika, marrying Damian isn’t a dream. It’s the only option left for survival. Damian, once the kingdom’s most desirable nobleman, has been nothing but a hollow man since the death of his first wife. He has abandoned his responsibilities, pushed away his child, and lived with one vow burning in his chest. He will never replace his first wife. To force him back into duty, his mother arranges a second marriage, one he never asked for, and one he refuses to accept. Damian swears he will never touch her , will never look at her and will never treat her as his wife. But Eilika isn’t the greedy noblewoman he expected. She doesn’t ask for his affection. She doesn’t crave his title. She doesn’t even want his love. What Eilika wants… is something far more dangerous. A family. And perhaps that is the very thing Damian has been starving for all along. ~~~~ “This bed will remain cold until your last breath.” Damian’s voice boomed through the dark chamber. Eilika didn’t flinch at his words. Instead she replied gracefully, “I don’t seek love, Duke. You can visit your secret mistress every night… Just don’t come near me.” This marriage was never meant to become real, until the Duke's heart begins to betray its own rules.

Rejected by her college crush. Duyen decided to leave the past behind and live a boring and peaceful life to heal the past trauma. But then she met a mysterious beautiful girl, and from then on her life was no longer the same. Will it be a series of troubles accompanied by unexplainable mysterious phenomena? Or will it be happiness at the end of the road? Genre: GL, mythology, Forbidden love, comedy, romance, DRAMA, dark REVENGE, romcom, YANDERE, harem (R18) (*﹏*;)My fic is for free readers. You don't need to unlock the chapters and I can't accept gifts from you. Any contributions and donations please send via my Paypal below (✭)You can donate to me : https://www.paypal.me/dalihouhou - I sincerely thank you for your goodwill and support.

Five years after a painful divorce, Catherine Kate Bates has no intention of ever mixing love with her ambition again. Her interior design firm is finally earning respect, and she’s learned the hard way that stability comes from self-reliance. Jonathan Rome is running out of options. As the heir to a powerful empire, his reputation has become a liability. Scandals, headlines, and a well-earned playboy image are costing him clients and credibility. When damage control fails, Jonathan makes a bold proposal to the one woman who knows him better than anyone else. His ex-wife. What begins as a strictly contractual re -marriage designed to benefit them both quickly turns into something far more complicated. As the media spins their reunion into a fairy tale of second chances, old wounds begin to surface behind closed doors. Catherine remembers the marriage she tried to save alone and the betrayal that taught her how to shut down and prioritize. Jonathan is forced to confront the ways he failed her when it mattered most. Between staged affection, public scrutiny, and the dangerous familiarity of being married again, their carefully drawn boundaries begin to blur. Feelings resurface. History threatens to repeat itself. This time, Catherine knows the cost of loving Jonathan Rome. And she’s not sure she’s willing to pay it again.

Tang Yanxi never expected her life to take such a dramatic turn. In a twist of fate, she found herself married to Sheng Jianan, the enigmatic and aloof heir to a powerful business empire. On their wedding night, he presented her with three strict rules, setting the tone for their unconventional union. Initially, Tang Yanxi viewed their marriage as a ridiculous charade, assuming their relationship would be nothing more than two strangers living under the same roof. However, she soon discovered that her mysterious husband had other plans. "Darling, we should contribute to the continuation of humanity," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sweetheart, regular exercise is essential for a healthy lifestyle," he insisted, his tone playful yet persuasive. Where was the promised distant and cold-hearted man? What happened to the three rules he had so firmly established? Tang Yanxi's frustration reached its peak as she demanded, "Will you please just be quiet?!"

Trigger Warning:⚠️⚠️ This story contains mature themes intended for adult audiences only. It includes dark romance, violence, power imbalance dynamics, emotional intensity, possessive relationships, and erotic elements involving one female lead and multiple male leads. Reader discretion is advised. ---- As the only surviving heir of the Alpha King, Selena Blackthorn thought she had the perfect life. A loving father. A caring Mate. A rare bloodline passed down to her by her family. But she was wrong. After her father’s sudden death, Selena places her trust, her power, and her heart in the hands of the man she believes is her fated Mate. On their wedding day, beneath the Blood Moon, he repays her devotion by rejecting her, shattering their bond, and pushing her from a mountain to her death. She should have stayed dead. Instead, Selena awakens two weeks before the wedding ceremony, reborn with her memories intact and her long-silent wolf finally awake. The truth unravels quickly. The man she loved is her murderer. Her adopted sister is his true mate and accomplice. The life Selena believed was destiny was nothing more than a carefully constructed lie. This time, she is not the obedient Luna they expect. Drawn by a pull she cannot deny, fate leads Selena into the path of three rogue triplets—warriors exiled as boys for a crime they never committed. They are dangerous. Relentless. Untamed. And when the bond snaps into place, it is not gentle. It consumes her. Only then does Selena uncover the truth that has long been buried.The rejection was false. The bond was never real. The triplets are her true mates. Bound by destiny and sharpened by exile, the triplet help Selena uncover the conspiracy that destroyed her family, stole her crown, and nearly erased her existence. Together, they will burn through lies, bloodlines, and false kings to reclaim what was always hers. This time, Selena will not be used. She will not be silenced. And she will not die quietly. Betrayed by One, Bound to Three is a dark fantasy romance of rebirth, body-positive power, false bonds, fated mates, and a queen who rises from betrayal to claim her throne on her own terms.

To be exact, the female lead is an "older sister" type, amid many beauties and handsome guys, she's no white lotus. Also, it's said that the name of this book is the same as a brand of sheep's milk powder. PS: New book "I Just Want to Farm" will be launching on December 1, 2017. It's a modern farming story with a bit of quick transmigration. Words are just words, go and see for yourself~~ (Official group: Fans with a value over one thousand can apply to join the support group, 590653483, those with a fan value over ten thousand can enter the VIP group—first apply for the former one)

As the executor of the Heavenly Dao, Li Suisui descended to the mortal world for a trial. Born under a celestial omen, her birthday was co-opted by her cousin, which left two girls in the Li Family with the same birthday but disparate fortunes. Everyone said Li Suisui was a harbinger of misfortune, a reincarnated curse spirit, who was fated to bring disaster to her family. They wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible. On the other hand, Li Yanyan was a lucky star, a blessed bag, everyone wanted to latch onto her coattails, trying to rub off as much luck as they could from her. Later on, when hardship befell the Li Family, the elderly matriarch planned to bury Li Suisui alive to change their luck. But Suisui's powerful uncles came from all corners of the world to rescue her. A grandmaster illusionist, an incomparable physician, the world's top God Hunter...it seemed the Li Family had really kicked at an iron plate! Overnight, Li Suisui became the most adored and cherished member of the family. Sneering outsiders said, "Treating a harbinger of disaster as treasure, when she eventually causes all of your deaths, that's when you'll regret it!" Yet as time passed, not only did no harm befall her uncles' families, but they all began to thrive enormously. Her lame uncle regained his mobility, his barren aunt bore twins, the once discordant couple reconciled, the other uncle became the Number One Scholar... It was even rumored that a long-deceased grandfather had come back to life...

[Female Lead: Little Princess of the Cat Demon Clan] "Get off of me," the man's voice carried a hint of helplessness and restraint. "I won't," the girl shook her head, her arms tightly holding onto the man beneath her. "Be good, I can't sleep like this." "But I always slept on top of you before." "That was different... you're a human now." In Capital City, a decisive, cruel, and cold-blooded mysterious head of the household unexpectedly gets saved by a tiny kitten, hence turning into a devoted slave to the cat, shocking all his subordinates. However, when one day he woke up to find the kitten in his arms had turned into a lovely and soft young girl, the head of the household was dumbstruck. Ask what's going on? Of course, it's a nurture story~ Ask what to do? Naturally, continue to spoil her, just in a different way~ "Young Master, everyone outside is saying that you have some special fetish. Why else would you spoil a cat to such an outrageously lawless degree?" The head of the household declared, "You know nothing, that's my wife." This book is free of stale tropes, with fresh material, and is clean in regards to relationships. [The new book "Mr. Lu Has Made the Blacklist Again" has been released]

Look, I’m Riven Kael. Twenty-eight, data analyst, zero ambition beyond paying rent and avoiding small talk. My life was spreadsheets, instant ramen, and the occasional ghost I pretended not to see. Then one mandatory company gala, because of course it was mandatory, turned into the universe’s worst prank. I touched a cursed amulet. I just touched it. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a penthouse that costs more than my entire bloodline, sporting a glowing marriage sigil on my wrist, legally and magically hitched to Azryth Valek. Yes, that Azryth Valek. The CEO of half the planet, a walking sin in a three-piece suit, an ancient demon lord who was literally sealed inside said amulet until I accidentally set him free. He says we’re bound. Separation means both of us die slowly and painfully. Soul-consumption optional but very much on the table if I’m stupid enough to fall for him. Which, newsflash, I am not. I’m not. Shut up. So now I’m living with an unfortunately hot CEO from hell, dodging assassination attempts disguised as corporate mergers, banishing spirits that show up at my desk like unpaid interns, and pretending we’re a power couple for the cameras while he smirks like he knows exactly how much I want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both. Brain, we are not doing this. I didn’t sign up for boardroom battles, multiversal rifts, or the terrifying realization that the arrogant demon who ruined my life might be the only one who truly sees me. But here I am. Still complaining, still fighting, still falling, against every shred of common sense, hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably in love. Because when the universe marries you to the devil, it doesn’t ask for consent. It just hands you the ring. And damn it, I’m keeping it.

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

Misty was never evil, never cruel—only unlucky enough to be chosen. When lies, betrayal, and public humiliation tear her life apart, she is forced to survive in a world that enjoys watching her fall. This is not a story about justice. It is a story about what remains after dignity, love, and hope are stripped away.

Born into a fading noble lineage, Annelise de Valois finds refuge only in her art, while her family’s survival depends on a marriage she never chose. Trapped in a gilded cage of duty and expectation, her world begins to fracture after a fleeting encounter with General Armand Dubois—a man forged by war, discipline, and silence. She is bound by obligation. He lives by command. As an arranged marriage closes in and forbidden emotions awaken, Annelise must choose between preserving her family’s name or risking everything for a love that was never meant to exist. In a world ruled by honor, power, and sacrifice, some chains are woven from silk—and breaking them comes at a terrible cost.

When vampire hunter Vexa Raine is hunted by both her own coven and the ancient Shadow Eaters, she has no choice but to strike a forbidden pact with Rook Theron—a cursed wolf alpha whose life hangs by a thread. Bound by a soul-sharing contract, they must set aside centuries of blood feud to survive. But as their bond deepens, they’ll discover their fates are tangled in a prophecy that could destroy both their kinds… or save them. A dark fantasy romance of enemies-turned-allies, cursed bloodlines, and a pact that could cost them everything.

Having spent her childhood confined in chains, Alice was a child who knew neither love nor joy. Scorned by her family while being tortured in the name of the greater good for years, she grew numb to all feeling and thought. That is, until one day, a man in black offered her a chance to escape. There were once rumours widespread of an endless hell, a land of glorious death and dreadful opportunity. Fools went in search of it, and the clever never ventured into it. Only when its baleful mysteries spilled unto the earth did all hear its name — the Abyss. A single drop of its blood could give someone the power to control shadows, move faster than sound, or strength greater than the strongest man. Yet, it all came at a cost; the blood would always make sure those who consumed it became part of the Abyss, with one exception — Alice. Cast away by her own blood, it was her destiny to rot in a gilded cage. But, that fateful day changed everything. Gifted a second chance at life, a chance to turn her life around and claim vengeance against her family, a chance to dive deep into the Abyss and gain the power to govern her own fate, Alice took his hand, unaware of the destiny unfolding before her. Cover drawn by Aoi Ogata. Discord: https://discord.gg/vrdTSkj8Va