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My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn’t know until the man I’d been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it, still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn’t agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn’t buy. I wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He’s wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven’t decided yet.

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.

Jasmine Towers married billionaire Keith Acland in an arranged marriage meant to benefit two powerful families. There was no love, no romance—and Jasmine accepted it. As the CEO’s wife, she devoted herself to maintaining the perfect image and raising her son to become the rightful heir of the Acland family. Everything collapses when Keith’s former lover returns… with a child she claims is his. Overnight, Jasmine’s position is questioned. Her son’s inheritance is threatened. And the woman who once stood quietly beside her husband is pushed out of her own home. Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by high society, Jasmine is forced into a ruthless battle for survival—where losing means watching her son lose everything. Jasmine must fight to protect her child… and reclaim what was stolen from her.

Liú Tiānyuè has wandered the earth for more than three hundred years as a zombie. Time eroded her memories of being human, leaving behind only fractured images she cannot place — and a deep, instinctive hatred of humanity that feels older than her undead existence. As the Zombie Queen, she has known only hunger, power, and endless solitude. Until a space rift tears her from her world. Thrown into an unfamiliar realm, Tiānyuè awakens in the body of a newly married woman — the wife of a crippled man and stepmother to seven young children struggling to survive. Weak bodies. Empty cupboards. A household on the brink of collapse. At first, she sees them as nothing more than fragile creatures. But children are persistent. And warmth, once felt, is difficult to forget. As she slowly bonds with the seven siblings, something long buried within her begins to stir. For the first time in three centuries, Tiānyuè makes a promise — not of destruction, but of protection. She will give them a good life. She will shield them from hunger, cruelty, and every threat this world dares to send. And anyone foolish enough to target her children should remember one thing: Zombies do not give second chances. And Liú Tiānyuè is their queen.

Survival in a mafia romance game requires seduction, betrayal, and choosing the right mob boss. But thriller writer Tisha is armed with something far more dangerous: basic common sense. When a glitching, aggressively romantic otome game starts invading her actual life, Tisha must survive forced proximity tropes, sniper crosshairs, and four highly lethal suitors—all while protecting her utility bill, her unbranded coffee, and her deeply judgmental tuxedo cat. It’s a battle of mafia romance tropes versus the laws of physics, and Tisha is bringing a heavily dented throwing knife to the gunfight. [50 Chapters. Publishes Daily.]

I was just trying to survive my toxic family when I had the hottest one-night stand of my life. Then I found out he's my new stepbrother. And a mafia don. Demetrio DeLeon is dangerous, controlling, and completely off-limits. He's also the only man who's ever made me feel alive. Every stolen touch is forbidden. Every heated glance could destroy us both. But when his enemies come for me, I discover I'm not just some college dropout caught in the crossfire. I'm the missing daughter of the Russian Bratva's most feared pakhan. The girl whose kidnapping twenty years ago started a bloody war between two mafia empires. And now that war is back, with me at the center. Demetrio says he'll burn the world down before he lets me go. My biological brother Alexei wants to take me home to Russia. And I'm caught between two families, two worlds, and a love so consuming it might just kill us all. Some secrets are worth dying for. This one might cost me everything.

I transmigrated into a BL novel- As a female side character, who was never mentioned in the Book. Definetly something I never expected! After discovering what this story was about, I took immediate action… to save my favorite character from certain death. But after saving him, the other male leads start taking interest in me?! Damn I thought this was a BL Story! Now, while fighting demons and protecting those I care about, I must navigate magic, alchemy, and a school full of powerful students. Can I survive, grow stronger, and maybe… find love and hapiness in a world that’s not my own? -This story will probably focus more on the magic part. The love story will be pretty mild and more of a slow burn ^^ But this could change, im just going with the flow

Having endured, Lilly begins reclaiming her life and freedom. Reflective and transformative, this conclusion chronicles the aftermath of manipulation, the power of resilience, and the courage to move forward.

Now fully enmeshed, Lilly faces the crushing weight of manipulation. Intense, oppressive, and immersive, the story captures her struggle to maintain herself against relentless emotional control.

Hana thought she knew how to play the game. After getting kicked out of every school in the city, the quiet mountain town of Villaluz was supposed to be her final destination. But the rules here are different. When she enters a high-stakes rivalry with Jaden-the town's golden boy with a dark streak-she thinks she's just fighting for status. She doesn't realise she's being groomed. From uncooked meat to dancing with the devil, Jaden is pulling her deeper into a world of primal rituals and ancient shadows. Their "disease" isn't a medical mystery-it's a hunger. In Villaluz, the party doesn't end until the sacrifice is made. And this year, Hana is the guest of honour. Hana felt her pulse thrum in her chest as Jaden stepped closer, the dim light of the room casting shadows across his sharp features. His eyes locked onto hers, piercing, unrelenting, as if he were looking straight into her thoughts. "Look into my eyes, darling," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, brushing over her like a velvet threat. "You, Hana... are worth every single thing. Even if it means taking another's life." She swallowed, forcing her hands to remain steady, refusing to let the tremor in her chest betray her. His gaze sharpened, searching hers, testing. "I'm not very patient. Will you let me?" Hana's lips pressed into a thin line. Her mind screamed caution, yet a flicker of curiosity dared her to meet his challenge. She wouldn't let him see her fear-not fully. She wouldn't give him that. But with an invitation to the most dangerous party of the year and a coded warning from a missing friend, Hana barely realises that she is running out of time. Love is a trap. The village is a cage. written by P.L.ADMIRAL.(praise hope)

At the tender age of five, a girl who calls herself August witnesses a harrowing betrayal. Her beloved uncle, once a trusted family member, turns against her parents in a treacherous act that shatters her world. In the aftermath, he abandons her at a cold, unfeeling orphanage. August, a child of extraordinary intelligence, retreats into silence, her mind a labyrinth of thoughts and plans. Her brilliance, however, is shadowed by a mental disorder that drives her to harm those around her. This dark side of her nature isolates her further, making her a figure of fear and mystery among the other children. By the age of thirteen, August's actions lead to her arrest and confinement in a notorious prison known for its brutality. Yet, her sharp mind and unyielding spirit refuse to be caged. She orchestrates a daring escape, vanishing into the shadows. Every year, on the 11th day of August, whispers of her return spread like wildfire. August embarks on a relentless quest for vengeance, targeting those who wronged her and her family. Her name becomes synonymous with fear, a ghostly avenger who strikes with precision and disappears without a trace. In a world that underestimated her, August rises as a formidable force, her story a chilling reminder of the lengths one can go to seek justice and retribution.

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi spent her life mocking bad novels. As an editor, she tore apart manuscripts for their cliche plots and tragic endings... until she woke up in one of them. Now, she is the Princess destined to die. But Xiao Zhi isn't following the script. She’s using every trick she knows to outsmart the plot and stay alive. The terrifying part? The story is fighting back. Every time she tries to change her fate, the world pulls her closer to the end she’s running from. How do you escape a death that has already been written?

Sera had intended to pull away. She'd crossed the room to put distance between them, to get back to something that made sense, to the mission, to the reason she was supposed to hate him. Then Cael turned. And looked at her the way shadows look at flame. For one suspended moment, neither of them moved. Not a word. Not a breath. Only the space between them, smaller than it had been a second ago, and the terrible certainty that one of them was about to close it.

In Lagos, they called her Felicia. A name they gave her—like a dress that never fit. She wore it anyway. Smiled through the dinners. Laughed at Tiffany's jokes. Danced in clubs to drown the quiet ache. She thought love was loud—hugs, birthdays, "my girl." But love was quiet. Quiet like the way Mrs. Okoro's smile never reached her eyes. Quiet like Tiffany's "bestie" always came with a smirk. Quiet like the night she heard them laugh: "Orphan. Useless. Time to clean up." So she burned it all. Not with fire. With silence. She sold the car. Lied about crashes. Sold the bags. Lied about thieves. Sold the jewelry. Lied about friends. And when the ticket pinged—Seoul, one-way—she didn't look back. Now she's here. Neon. Cold. Free. But freedom has teeth. Because someone knows. And they're already writing her name—on paper, on walls, on her skin. "Welcome home, Ashlyn." She doesn't know if it's a threat. Or a promise. But she knows one thing: Felicia died on that plane. And Ashlyn? She's just waking up.

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

The Trials Have Begun. 5 Million Students. One Deadly Game. Votes Can Kill, Tribulations Can Destroy, And The Sovereigns Cannot Be Overthrown. Survive If You Can… But Can You? This webnovel is called The Gambit.

They were trying to build a better smart home. Instead, they accidentally found a crack in reality. For doctoral candidate Lonna Patricks, "Spatial Pinhole Theory" was just a fringe physics thesis destined for academic rejection. That is, until two tech billionaires arrive in West Virginia with a blank check and an impossible secret. They haven't just theorized about topological defects in the universe—they’ve accidentally built a neighborhood right on top of one. Relocated to a highly classified "skunkworks" facility in Silicon Valley, Lonna joins an elite, eccentric team to do what modern science says is impossible: build a functional "burglar alarm" to detect invisible holes in the fabric of the world. However, mapping these anomalies requires a delicate dance with high-voltage capacitors, chaotic entropy signals, and venturing into the subterranean depths of a derelict textile factory. As the science pushes the boundaries of the physical world, the brilliant men funding the research are pushing Lonna's personal limits. She finds herself caught in an intense, magnetic tug-of-war between the ruthlessly demanding Apex CEO Julian Vane, who wants to break the rules just to see what happens, and the charming, steady GIG CEO Alex Greyson, who wants to build a foundation strong enough to survive the fallout. With a massive, dormant "Breach" discovered beneath their feet and an unknown entity using impossible, white-hot fire to cauterize anomalies in the shadows, the team must perfect their reality-detecting radar before the balance tips. Because the laws of physics are breaking down, and Lonna is the only one who can calculate the true cost SWITCH: Entropy is a 50-chapter prequel as part of the SWITCH light novel series. New chapters every 2 days.

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

She was just an orphan in an another world… until an accident ended her life. But instead of disappearing, she wakes up on Earth with a strange Goddess System. The system gives her missions, and every mission comes with a new identity. A mysterious genius. A hidden boss. A beautiful stranger no one can figure out. While she is busy completing tasks and collecting identities, one certain man keeps noticing her again and again. He tries to uncover her secrets… but somehow ends up falling for the very mystery he’s chasing. However, as her identities increase, so do her enemies. And one day she discovers the truth. Her coming to this world was never an accident. Now she has to complete the mission prepared for her… if she wants to live. The only problem? She is lazy, so lazy that she doesn't want to do any task or mission ... all she wants to do is lay off So… can she really finish what fate planned for her?

For Elaine Ridley, life is a calculation. As a high-frequency trader in New York, she thrives on logic, data, and the predictable rhythm of the market. But when a phone call from a quiet Finnish hospital informs her that her absentee grandmother has died, Elaine finds herself staring at a "glitch" in the real world—one that no spreadsheet can explain. Elaine arrives in the ancient, red-ochre town of Porvoo and is thrust into the Valleys of Nyre. It is a place of haunting beauty and primal terror, hidden just beyond the Finnish treeline. Elaine must navigate a war she never asked for. She thought she was settling an estate; she’s actually inheriting a battle for the very fabric of reality.