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Ruan Cheng has nothing. No family name. No connections. No money. Just a brain sharp enough to cut glass and a will that refuses to break. He meets Shen Yue by accident. She is hiding from her own life, sitting alone on a rooftop, eating street food in a hoodie. He doesn't know who she is. She doesn't tell him. For six months, she has been just his girl. The only real thing in his world. Then he finds out the truth. She is the Shen heiress. She is promised to three men more powerful than he will ever be. And all three of them want her back. Ruan Cheng has two choices: walk away or become someone they can never beat. He chooses war. Face-slapping, empire-building, rival-crushing war. And he will not stop until every single person who looked down at him is looking up.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"

Framed for poisoning Lila (her sister) at the full-moon feast, Elena lost everything in one night. Her name, her pack, her future. The Shadowpine alphas sentenced her to death by exile. They chained her and shipped her north as tribute to the Blackthorn brothers; three feral lycan kings whose wolves had already started turning rogue. Darius, Kane, and Rylan Blackthorn rule the Frostfang territories with blood on their hands. Twenty years ago their father raped a witch’s daughter. The curse that followed branded the brothers: without a true fated mate their wolves would drive them mad in six months and force them to slaughter every living thing in the North. Elena is that mate. The second she steps into their hall the bond snaps tight. They knot her that same night, hard and without mercy, because the curse leaves them no choice. What starts as captivity turns into something darker. Elena carries latent alpha blood her pack hid from her. The bond wakes it. She learns to shift just enough to command their wolves when they lose control. She learns to want the violence they offer. She stops fighting the heat and starts using it. She walks back into Shadowpine with the brothers at her back and slits her father’s throat herself. ============================ The witch returns demanding Elena’s firstborn as payment. Pregnancy nearly kills her. Rival packs smell weakness and march north. Through it all the three alphas stay possessive, brutal, and unapologetic. They never soften into safe men. Elena never asks them to. She chooses them because they are the only ones strong enough to stand beside the queen she becomes. Knotted by the Three Feral Alphas is dark reverse-harem lycan romance that stays dark. No redemption arcs that erase the teeth. Just one woman who rises from chained prisoner to ruler of the frozen North while three cursed kings knot her, fight for her, and burn the world that tried to break her. WARNING!! MATURE AND 18+ CONTENT! THIS BOOK CONTAINS BRAVE NUDITY AND VOILENCE! VIEWER DESCRIPTION IS ADVISED!!! This book contains mature and potentially distressing scenes which are intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for person under the age of 18. You will come across depictions of Graphic sexual content, Knotting, psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, grief, trauma and PTSD. Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse These scenes are intentionally created and are necessary to the characters' journeys.

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.

SYNOPSIS They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend but what happens when that friend becomes an enemy you cannot escape? Fiona Brett's rise as a promising actress is abruptly derailed when her parents, desperate to save the family from financial ruin, accept a marriage proposal on her behalf from a man she barely knows. Forced to shoulder the burden of her family’s survival, Fiona is compelled to sacrifice her own dreams. Seeking solace, she turns to the love of her life, Alexander only to discover him entangled with her own sister. Betrayed and heartbroken, Fiona meets a tragic end at the hands of those she trusted most. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn on the very day everything fell apart, Fiona awakens with a burning resolve: revenge. Determined to reclaim her life, she strikes a dangerous deal with her fiancé, a pact laced with thorns and unforeseen consequences. As her past wounds begin to heal, Fiona finds her heart ensnared deeper than ever by Manson’s dangerous game yet even he is unaware that he, too, has been caught in its snare. Together, they step into a world far darker than Fiona could have imagined: a world of deception, hidden truths, ruthless manipulators, and long-burried sins. She soon realizes that the game she thought was hers alone is far larger than any personal vengeance, orchestrated by forces far beyond Manson, herself, or any other player. In a tangled web of greed, betrayal, and power, one question remains: who will emerge victorious?

"Drag my brother over here and have someone take her out before she kills my fish." Bira fished Feia out of the pond and threw her at my feet. She sat up while gasping for air and still found energy to glare at me. I smirk at her. "Be careful before I rip your eyeballs out, have them roasted and fed to you." Feia looked away after I caught a glimpse of fear in her eyes.

The sickly heiress of the Rashet Clan died. Then her ghost watched the man she loved burn the empire down. Her family. Her servants. The emperor. Everyone. Now she's awake. The day before her murder. Her tea is poisoned. Her brother is still alive. And the man who would become a tyrant is coming to her manor tomorrow. He doesn't know she saw what he becomes. He just takes her wrist. Checks her pulse. And whispers— "You've become a liar, Nyasia." They say the Grand Duke of Varyn wants a wife. They say the emperor wants him to marry a princess. But Nyasia knows what he really wants. And this time, she's not dying before she gets what she wants too.

Before the world had a name, she was already burning. Azusa is the firstborn daughter of God. Not the gentle God of hymns and candlelight — the real one. The precise one. The one who builds things beautiful and useful and doesn’t always notice the difference between the two. In present day London she runs Attiq Realty, brokering peace between the living and the dead, managing alone the way she always has. Then Solomon Adeyemi walks in for an interview — a former military surgeon carrying three wars inside him — and into her life in the specific way of something that was always going to happen. What neither of them knows is that he was made for her. Built by a Mother who loves her daughter the way a collector loves something rare and volatile — completely, and with both hands around it. Solomon was also built as the correction to a prototype. The better version of a man named Adam, who is his closest friend, who doesn’t yet know Azusa exists. When Adam finds out, everything changes. Fire and Faith is a love story, a betrayal story, and the beginning of the end of the world. It just doesn’t look like it 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.

Keira had always known where her life was going to take her. Everything was planned out since she had been chosen to enter the Task Force. A prominent group that served the King of the Werewolves. But things had spiraled out of control when her cousin was murdered, and she was given the title of "Captain". Things were looking up for this acting Captain until she found something that she thought she would never have... a mate.

Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block to be sold to the highest bidder. She makes a desperate choice—to place her fate in the hands of the man who caught her stealing. She does not know his name. She does not know his power. She does not know that he is the king. King Henry rules a great kingdom but nothing has unsettled him quite like the pretty, witty thief he met in a crowded market. A mystery. A temptation he cannot ignore. As their worlds collide in secrecy and desire, Livia is pulled from chains into a life far more dangerous than she could have imagined, far more dangerous than slavery itself. One truth defines their love; A king can have any woman but he cannot marry a slave.

She was never chosen to save the world — she was forged to survive it. Etani is a half-fae assassin who understands the rules of survival: power is taken, mercy is punished, and every victory has a cost. She was never meant to be a heroine — only a weapon. When fate drags her from the shadows into the heart of political and divine conflict, Etani is stripped of her power, betrayed by courts and gods alike, and forced into leadership she never wanted. Each battle reshapes her. Each choice costs her something she cannot replace. As assassinations give way to crowns, and kingdoms become bargaining chips for gods, Etani must navigate brutal power struggles, shifting alliances, and enemies who would rather break her than kill her. Survival demands sacrifice. Power demands blood. And destiny does not care who it destroys along the way. This is a dark epic fantasy of ruthless survival, morally complex choices, and a female lead who does not seek redemption — only control over the chaos determined to consume her. For readers who enjoy dark fantasy, morally grey protagonists, and stories where power is both weapon and curse, Etani is a completed 12-book saga of transformation, vengeance, and the thin line between predator and prey. Content Warning: This series contains graphic violence, sexual content, torture, murder, cannibalism, domestic and sexual abuse, mental illness (including depression and suicidality), abortion, and miscarriage.

I’ve discovered that if you cry at the right time people stop asking difficult questions. To the Foundation, I am Subject #402: a grieving girl with a ‘stable’ strength ability. To my classmates, I’m a clumsy klutz named Elara Ward. I’ve given myself a 90-day deadline to burn it all down The first month is for building a reputation as the girl who couldn't hurt a fly. The second is for mapping every exit and every weakness in the Foundation’s walls. The third is for the only thing that matters. Revenge. Everyone has weaknesses. I have weaknesses. No one must know. Not them, not her, not him and certainly not you.

Mila didn't come to Harlow City to be noticed. She came to survive, keep her scholarship, and get out. But Crestwood Academy doesn't do quiet. Within her first week, Zane Calloway - the most wanted guy in school decides she's the only person in the building worth his attention. His best friend Ace isn't far behind. And Bianca Harlow, the girl who owns this school and everything in it, has already decided she's a problem she needs to erase. Mila just want to pass her exams. They all want something from her. And Zane? Zane doesn't just want something. He's fixated. And she has no idea why.

A light-hearted romantic comedy between a young female boss and her older female assistant in a realistically reconstructed world of the defense industry based on the authentic experiences of the author. Plot Synopsis: 19yo Hina inherits a mega-corporation, but she is a billionaire underdog facing dauntingly massive pressure to succeed. Her sidekick, Sin, is an older and experienced woman who is a jack of all trades in the business world with a natural talent for improvising and working behind the scenes to make the clockwork tick. To repay her debt of gratitude to Hina’s late father who brought her under his wings and gave her a career in the defense industry, she dedicates herself to helping Hina and protecting her at all costs. The irresistible charm of Hina slowly starts to move Sin’s heart but she is a woman incapable of loving and being loved. However, Hina is an unpredictable force of nature and her nonchalant shower of affection makes it hard for Sin to juggle her ever-so-confusing feelings and professional commitment. The family feud within Hina’s family, power struggles in the company to oust the young heiress, and political landmines Sin needs to navigate with her young new boss make her life and career increasingly more precarious as time goes by. Discord: https://discord.gg/ZrQnj3B4sm Cover Art By: Anonymous_Reader_4398

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Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with tragedies. A boy raised by wealth and power. Became a man of danger. Death and destruction follow Taeyung’s every step. People are fake. But not her. Her fire, her spite, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consmed by need. He’d burn the world for her. He’d tear down empires. Rip through Earth. He would have her or no one else would. ********************************** When Kim Taeyung came back to the room, he had a wheelchair in tow “Let’s get you outta here, Yeobo.” “I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re the reason I’m even in here.” I snapped at him. “I know, and I’m truly sorry, and deeply regretful for it. Please, how about we talk about it over dinner?” He asked me. “Not even in your dreams, asshole. You’re literally crazy. Thanks for paying the bill, you kinda owe it to me anyways, since it’s your fault.” I glared daggers at him. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “I literally said no!” I shouted back at him. But he just ignored me, “There’s a Bibimbap shop not far from here that has some amazing food. Killer Kimchi too.” “I just said no, are you just not listening to me?” “I’m listening just fine; I’m just ignoring what you’re asking.” He just shrugged me off and came over to the side of the bed, offering assistance. I surprised myself and actually took it. Despite my better judgement, I let this psycho help me into the wheelchair and lead me out. Everyone stared as we walked by. I ducked my head low, trying to shield my face some. People were filming and snapping photos. Being around him was like being near a celebrity. I did my best to be invisible, but I guess in a city that thrives on appearances, being good looking makes you famous and desirable. I don’t get it. The way you think and what you do with those thoughts should be what makes someone famous and desirable. Like Keanu Reeves. Everyone loves him and he’s just like, the most wholesome and humble person. Or Tanjiro from Demon Slayer. But Kim Taeyung was arrogant, conceded, avoidant, and very, very, attractive. What the fuck? I shake the thoughts out of my head..

Getting shoved into a horde of zombies by a group of spineless survivors was not how Hana expected to die. Then again, neither was dying as the most notorious villainess among them—the kind who used people without hesitation and discarded them just as easily. An unflashy, pathetic end. She deserved it… didn’t she? But the universe wasn’t done with her yet. Hana wakes up in a completely different world with a system notification she can’t ignore: Karma Points: -1,250,000 To survive past one month, she must bring it back to zero. No shortcuts. No cheats. No killing. Just… being a ‘good’ person. “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” As if that wasn’t bad enough, during her quests, she keeps picking up strays—dangerous, powerful, clingy strays. “Hana, you need to pay attention to me today.” The dragon beastman murmured, crowding into her space. “No way, Hana promised to cuddle me,” the nine-tailed fox added sweetly, offering her a flower. “What nonsense? Hana said she would fly with me,” the falcon beastman cut in, wings twitching. “You’re all delusional.” The snow leopard beastman scoffed, tail flicking lazily. “Hana already made plans with me.” Hana this, Hana that, Hana blah, blah and blah! Hana pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. Saving her karma might be possible. But surviving them? That might be the real challenge. And the system was definitely not helping.