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The Alpha Rejected Luna

Elena lived seven years in a role that was never truly hers. As Luna to Alpha Sebastian, she fulfilled every expectation placed upon her, yet remained fundamentally unaccepted. She had no wolf, no bond, and no place in a world that measured worth by power. What existed between them was not a marriage, but an arrangement sustained by duty and silence, while his loyalty belonged elsewhere. The rejection, when it came, was not unexpected. It was inevitable. Elena leaves with clarity rather than resistance, choosing dignity over attachment, and distance over humiliation. For the first time, she steps outside the life that diminished her. That decision is immediately overshadowed by loss. Her father, the Alpha who never acknowledged her as his equal, is killed in a rogue attack under circumstances that raise more questions than answers. His death destabilizes the pack, exposing fractures in leadership, loyalty, and succession. In the absence of certainty, attention shifts. To Elena. What was once dismissed as weakness begins to draw scrutiny. Her existence, long regarded as insignificant, no longer fits within the boundaries the pack understands. There are inconsistencies. Quiet anomalies. Signs that something about her has been fundamentally misunderstood. As tensions rise and alliances begin to shift, Elena is forced into a position she neither sought nor prepared for. The same people who overlooked her are now watching. The Alpha who released her is no longer indifferent. And the truths surrounding her identity are no longer containable. Elena was never suited to the role they gave her. What she becomes next will not be defined by their expectations.
BellaRose_ · 8.1k Views

Undressed By The Mafia God

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance
JoyceOrtsen · 774.9k Views

Finding My Twins

Nathalie never expected to survive losing her twin brother. She just didn’t expect the universe to make it worse. One moment, she’s falling—literally breaking through reality itself. The next, she crash-lands into a world that shouldn’t exist: an elite academy governed by a rigid and absurd system that divides its students into only two categories—Feminine and Masculine. There’s just one problem. Nathalie doesn’t fit into either. Loud, impulsive, emotionally guarded, and dangerously unstable, she immediately becomes an anomaly—someone the system can’t classify, can’t control, and possibly… can’t contain. But Nathalie doesn’t care about their rules. She’s here for one reason. To find Andrew. Because somehow—impossibly—she knows he’s here. Hidden among strangers. Rewritten. Disguised. Or worse… changed. As she navigates the academy’s suffocating expectations, Nathalie begins to suspect that multiple people could be her brother. A quiet boy who feels oddly familiar. A chaotic student who shares his habits. A perfect figure who hides too much behind composure. The more she searches, the more everything starts to blur. Clues contradict each other. Memories don’t match. And the system itself begins to crack under her presence. But the biggest truth? Andrew isn’t lost. He’s hiding. And he might be the one who doesn’t want to be found. Now Nathalie must face something far more terrifying than a broken world— The possibility that she’s been searching for the wrong person all along.
Narara6 · 3.7k Views

The Author's Promise: 100 Battles To Return Home

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.
Druna_Forever · 13k Views