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This is a three part series all in one place. Skylar just wants to be an asset to her pack. She's the daughter of the Beta and her brother is set to take the title after graduation. Her father wants nothing to do with her and is constantly belittling the things she does accomplish. She is the top of her class at school and the top warrior, but no one knows because she hides in the shadows as much as possible.Her bullies torture her, but never get caught. She takes them on time and time again though to protect other innocent members of her pack. Her brother and his friends ignore her existence and all she wants to do is get out of a pack that doesn't seem to want her and become an Elite Warrior for the Alpha King. She wants to feel wanted and accepted somewhere. Her whole world changes when a new girl shows up and decides to befriend Skylar after an intense training session. She brings Skylar out of the shadows and brings to light the darker side of pack members and pack culture. Can Skylar get past her past and live the life she wants?

An apocalypse driven by natural disasters. Survival of the fittest. Typhoons, floods, deadly cold, scorching heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain… After struggling through three years of the apocalypse, Nicole Floyd met a brutal death. Miraculously, she woke up and found herself three days before it all began. Nicole seized the advantage to reclaim her storage space, flipping the switch on full-on stockpiling mode. She shopped until she ran out of money, and her storage was packed tight. She also looked for the dog that had saved her life once before. She sharpened her knives, stacked her supplies, and took care of unfinished business. She paid back every debt, whether owed in blood or in kindness. And then, disaster struck. Her right hand gripping a knife and her left stroking the dog, Nicole pressed on through the ruins of a world without order or morals.

Three years of marriage. Three miscarriages. The day Stella Rowan lost her baby for the third time, Evan Wright was at the hospital with his sister-in-law, waiting for her to give birth to twins. When Stella walked out of the hospital, she finally made her decision. She handed her soon-to-be ex-husband a divorce agreement. “Let’s divorce. It’s for your own good.” “Divorce?” Evan scoffed. “You really think you can let go? And if you’re trying to hold on to me, don’t dress it up as doing me a favor. That fake concern is pathetic.” Stella just smiled. She didn’t argue. She turned and walked away. She really was doing it for his sake. After all, she’d found a new backer. Even though Evan sits atop Harbor City’s financial empire, he’s about to meet someone he can’t afford to cross. Once she cut ties with the past, Stella stopped pretending. One by one, her new identities came to light, leaving the Wright family completely stunned. Wasn’t she supposed to be the girl with no family backing, the easy target everyone bullied? A multinational CEO said, “Stella, get divorced already. I’ve waited long enough.” A financial tycoon declared, “Divorce. If you don’t, I’ll take the Wright family down.” An international lawyer smiled and said, “The divorce itself is easy. Stella, if you’d just look at me once, I’d have everything I need.” Evan had always believed Stella would never leave him. Not until the day he realized she had become someone far beyond his reach. In that moment, every assumption he’d ever made about her collapsed.

On their third wedding anniversary, Clark Summer gifted his wife a diamond necklace named "Love Nyla," broadcasting his devotion to the world. But while the public swooned, Nyla sat alone in their empty home, staring at a photo sent by a stranger: her husband’s new secretary, Jordyn, wearing that same necklace, tangled in Clark’s arms. For three years, Nyla had been the perfect, submissive wife. In return, she received betrayal, humiliation from her mother-in-law, and Clark’s sickening justification that his affair was merely a "physical necessity" while he still loved her. He believed Nyla was trapped, tethered to him by her father’s astronomical medical bills. He thought she would swallow the insults and raise his mistress's child. He was wrong. Selling their mansion, gathering evidence, and delivering irrefutable proof of her infidelity… Nera turned and left, donning a white lab coat instead of an apron, transforming overnight into a top-tier pharmaceutical researcher who had astonished the industry. When Clark, with belated repentance and red-eyed pleading for her return, saw his icy ex-wife being gently embraced by his uncle Damon, he saw the aloof man before him. The superior man coldly glanced at his nephew, his voice low and dangerous: "What are you calling 'wife'? Call her 'auntie'."

Avery watched her boyfriend Ryan cheating with her half sister Zara right in front of her eyes on the Mating Day, the day she was meant to be claimed by Ryan as his chosen mate. The worse thing is that Ryan and Zara had the right to do so, because they just found out they were fated mates. Heartbroken, Avery fleed into the forest, only to fell into the arms of a dangerous stranger whose scent triggered her mating heat. Avery believed he was a rogue, so she just wanted one night of forbidden passion in the dark and ran away the next morning without even knowing what he looked like exactly. However, after she got home, she panicked as she found out she was marked by that stranger... Avery's father threatened to kill her if she couldn't secure a husband who could accept her. Just when Avery thought no one would want a marked girl, Alpha Gideon choose her as his bride, and something about him just seemed familiar....
Mira Hale was adopted, overlooked, and a wolf girl who didn't shift on time. Damon Voss was cold, untouchable, and a vampire heir destined to rule the world his family built. When circumstances lead them into a public “fake relationship,” they must navigate one year, one deal, and a thousand eyes together. In a world where wolves hide, vampires dominate, and humans are nearly extinct, can a wolfless girl and a vampire lord navigate the rules of love and power without losing themselves?
Rosalie Russo was nineteen when one forbidden night with Aiden King, a Navy SEAL and her brother's best friend, ended in heartbreak. After dismissing her as a mistake and coldly pushing her away, Aiden shattered everything she thought they had. Two weeks later, Rosalie discovered she was pregnant and learned that Aiden had been engaged all along. Devastated, she vanished without a trace. Seven years later, Aiden found her struggling as a single mother. He never married his fiancée, and he had spent years searching for Rosalie. Now that he knew Lucy was his daughter, he was determined to bring his family back together. But Rosalie refused to surrender to the man who destroyed her. As a bitter custody battle unfolded and old desires reignited, they were forced to confront the truth: Aiden pushed her away to protect her from his demons, and Rosalie ran instead of fighting for them. Could two broken souls build something beautiful from the ruins of their past?
My husband was cheating on me with my best friend for six months. Six months of roses. Six months of 'you are my everything' while he was secretly betraying me. I trusted him with my whole heart. He handed it to her like a cheap gift. So when Dominic Ford showed up with rage in his eyes and proof in his hands, something in me snapped. And in that broken, dangerous place, a reckless idea was born. "An affair," I told him, meeting his gaze. "We give them exactly what they deserve." He studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded. "When do we start?" This was supposed to be about revenge. It was never supposed to become something more. It was never supposed to feel like home. Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, begging. But Dominic is looking at me like the plan just changed. And God help me, I don't want to walk away either. We agreed. No strings. No feelings. Just revenge. That was the deal. We lied. ___ WARNING: This story contains mature content.

Being a bride had always been Cyra’s sweet dream but what she didn't know was that in order to save her love and boyfriend, Ethan, she would have to become the forced bride of Zaiden Alvaro’s…aka…the Devil Alvaro. Read To Find Out.

Everyone thinks Claire "Cindy" Parker is trouble. She's loud, flirty, always at the center of every party, and rumors follow her everywhere. To most people, she's just another girl who loves attention. They don't know the truth. They don't see the pain she hides behind her smile. As Capo of the Chicago Outfit, he's built his name on honor. In a world filled with liars and killers, his word is law. He doesn't sleep around. He doesn't play games. And he has no patience for women like Claire Parker. Or so he thinks. From the moment they meet, they clash. She pushes every one of his buttons. He calls her reckless. She calls him boring. Their arguments are endless, their tempers explosive, and staying away from each other seems impossible. But the more he watches her, the more he realizes the woman everyone judges is nothing like the rumors. And the more she gets to know him, the more she discovers the feared mobster has more honor than the so-called good men she's trusted before. She's the woman the world refuses to understand. He's the man the world fears. Together, they might be each other's greatest mistake... or the only place they've ever truly belonged.

Lyra Wells, a fifth-grade Catholic school teacher, comes home from work to find her boyfriend being beaten to death by leather-clad, tattooed street thugs. To save his life, she rashly takes on his debt, earning a terrifying seven-day deadline to pay a lethal sum she could never afford. But before the day ends, her life takes an even darker turn when they capture her. Enter Callum Bishop. A ruthless billionaire mafia heir who accuses her of stealing from him. He has security footage to prove it—and she might have, because the woman in the footage looks exactly like her. Lyra: I have no choice but to sign my life away to a monster. I can't let my family die. But as I step into his world, the clock is ticking. He thinks I am the thief. What happens when my terrifying new husband realizes I have absolutely no idea who the girl is or what she stole? Callum: I was ready to put a bullet in the head of the person who dared to cross me. But then I saw her and something inside me shifted. She doesn't look like a criminal mastermind who bypassed a million-dollar security system I designed myself. She looks soft, terrified, and completely out of her depth. But the footage doesn't lie. On the other hand, my dying father is breathing down my neck to take a wife, and I’ll be damned if I let him choose a mafia princess for me. So, I am killing two birds with one stone. I lose the ten million dollars, and in exchange? I get a convenient bride to get my father off my back, and a captive toy to punish for daring to steal from me.

Is Rosarie Darling my type? No! Is she from some wealthy family? Fuck no! Is she the kind of woman I usually fuck? Hell no. Too mouthy. Too stubborn. Too fucking dangerous. But that brunette hair? That body? My eyes don’t seem to give a fuck about my preferences. Is she sweet or a darling as her surname suggests? No fucking chance! Is she soft-spoken and well-behaved? Hell fucking no! Is she the kind of woman who knows when to shut her mouth? Not when it comes to pissing me the fuck off! Is she quiet? That smart mouth doesn’t take a hint, no. Is she obedient? Fuck that. She’d probably argue with a loaded gun pointed at her head. Is she even available within the syndicate? No, she’s promised to my cousin, Angelo. Is she even worth the fucking hassle? No! But do I give a flying fuck? Not a single fucking one! The first time I saw Rosarie Darling, she was in my room, bent over my bed, humming like she fucking belonged there. She didn’t know that entering my room was forbidden. But I knew one thing. I wanted her. And once Kyliano Russo wants something, nobody gets to tell him no. Not even Angelo. Especially not Angelo. Because even when she's not exactly mine, She's fucking MINE!

Her family sold her to the devil. They never imagined she would become his greatest weakness. Isabella Rossi has spent her life being treated like a burden. After losing her mother, she is left in the care of a father who barely notices her, a stepmother who despises her, and a stepsister who takes pleasure in making her miserable. Claudia Rossi has always wanted Isabella out of her way. Her daughter, Bianca, wants everything Isabella has, even though Isabella has almost nothing. So when Isabella's father falls into a dangerous debt, the two women see an opportunity they cannot resist. They convince him to make a deal with Alessandro Moretti, the most feared mafia lord in Italy. The price of his freedom? His own daughter. At twenty-three, Isabella is handed over to a man whose name alone is enough to silence an entire room. She expects cruelty, punishment, and a lifetime of misery. And she might be right. Alessandro Moretti is ruthless, possessive, and dangerously powerful. He has built his empire on blood, loyalty, and fear. He doesn't believe in love, and he has no intention of allowing a woman to weaken him. To him, Isabella is nothing more than a debt settled. He finds himself protecting her, seeking her company, and growing furious whenever someone makes her cry. The man who has never bowed to anyone begins bending the rules of his own world for a woman who is too afraid to ask him for anything. When betrayal threatens to tear them apart, Isabella must decide whether she can trust the man who bought her freedom at the cost of her own—or whether loving him will destroy the little she has left. Meanwhile, Claudia and Bianca believe Isabella has been thrown into a living hell.

" No one wants to kiss chubby cheeks or sleep with a girl covered in rugs," Vince smiled as the corners of his mouth went up in a smirk. " Now get off your high horse and stop fantasizing about my perfect chest," he growled. My name is Perez, but the bullies call me Fatrez because I'm fat, not that I like being fat, their is nothing I can change about it, unless the angels decided to work out a miracle. But everything that has a beginning has an end, I could do the bullying, not that I can't. But the head of bullies is sinfully handsome, he leads as they follow. Always throwing the first comment before the rest come along. Even if he is sinfully handsome, I could never dream of me with him, the fact that am fat, call it obesity and dumb in class with extra front teeth. No one wants such a girl. Even if I was a boy I wouldn't date me. Why would he look at me twice without laughing so hard and crumbling down. The best I can do is disappear and never come back or kill myself to stop the bullies from finding other victims, they would probably die of guilt, that's my plan. But Vince is such an arrogant jerk, he could never crack, let alone feel guilty. I've got to stay alive to pay back, make his life miserable, perhaps I'll sleep at night satisfied that he is suffering because of me. But maybe the bully isn't strong like I thought, is his heart made of stone or it's all a mask to fool the world and make him feel better. His heart bleeds after all and I can injure it.

Stella is the popular nerd, who can make any guy go head over heels for her just with her smile. She never wanted anything complicated in her life. But things never always go fine especially when a complicated handsome badboy calls her 'His Princess'

Alice has no choice but to work for her enemy - the notorious delinquent Caleb Spencer, after finding out her brother owes him a lot of money. He is everything she can't stand, yet, his punishments turn her on more than she cares to admit. She had always seen him as high school kid posing as a gangster, but since meeting Dylan, his endeavors have gone from petty and delinquent to downright dangerous. Can she convince him to choose her over his destructive new friend before his sinister plots destroy them all?

Synopsis She spent years hiding how she felt about the one guy she could never have… until college turns the untouchable hockey captain into the only person who can either destroy her or claim her. *** Sloane Harper has loved Noah Brooks in secret for as long as she can remember. He’s her older brother’s best friend, the golden captain of the university’s hockey team, and the one rule every guy on campus knows better than to break. To Noah, Sloane was always just “Harper’s little sister” — off-limits, invisible, safe. He built his entire reputation on one unbreakable rule: never touch the sister of the only person he trusts. But freshman year changes the game. Sloane walks onto campus sharper, bolder, and impossible to overlook. Every time Noah sees her in the stands, in the halls, or waiting after practice, that rule starts cracking. What used to feel like loyalty now feels like the one thing he’s no longer strong enough to fight. Because the real problem isn’t that he wants her. It’s that he’s starting to need her more than the team, more than the rule, more than his best friend’s trust.

Ivy Bennett has no time for boys. Between keeping her scholarship, paying her bills, and worrying about her younger brother in foster care, she already has enough on her plate. Then Ryder Knox fails a class. Westbury’s arrogant hockey captain needs a tutor, and unfortunately, Ivy is the best one available. She hates his attitude. He loves getting on her nerves. But when Ryder asks Ivy to pretend to be his girlfriend, their simple arrangement starts becoming dangerously real. Because Ryder isn’t supposed to fall for his tutor. And Ivy definitely isn’t supposed to fall for the boy she swore she hated.

They say that some people come and go in our lives, some of them become a part of it first as strangers, then as someone we can never forget, a lesson that we can never forget. Ian Cruz was just a simple student, thinking that true love only exists in novels, movies and the stories that his friends used to tell him. Until he met the girl that would change everything about his life. Pauleen, the girl that would be the love of her life, and the girl he wished to be with until their last scene. A love story that started with a simple school film project. A love story that was just supposed to be on screen, a story that they never expected to create one of their own. Behind every line, every scene, and every character. But somewhere between their characters they started falling for each other and for the first time Ian became the lead in his own love story. But, how did friendship end up into a love story that everyone thought would last forever?

My body matured faster than most girls my age. When I turned 18, my overprotective brother worried I’d be taken advantage of, so he asked his best friend to look after me. But the first time we met, that man's eyes never left my body. After I graduated from college, he kept crossing the line, again and again. By day, he was my boss, and by night, I was his "personal assistant." For four years, we kept our affair a secret. He molded me into exactly what he liked, and the worst part? I let him. One day, his ex-fiancée came back from overseas. He slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the airport to pick her up. Humiliated but unwilling to let go, I followed him there, only to watch him gently stroke another woman’s hair right in front of me. He turned to me and said, "Jennifer Huckabee, four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was drunk. The way you're behaving now… it’s really pathetic." The way he looked at her was soft, and the way he mocked me was sharp and deliberate. I suddenly realized he was right. This was meaningless. So I lowered my head, texted my brother to tell him I’d accept the Sinclair family marriage proposal, then looked up at that man and smiled. "Alright then. Goodbye."

Every time my husband cheated, he gave me a bracelet. I collected 99 bracelets in four years of marriage—I forgave him 99 times. He was away on a business trip for three days lately. When he came back, he brought home a rare bracelet worth Ten Million Dollars. That was when I knew it was time to ask for a divorce.

When Eric Sutton—my charming CEO husband—found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien Cheney, he figured his three months of radio silence had finally broken me. Suddenly, he's all, "Let's go to Iceland for our honeymoon!" Vivien heard and threw a fit. Threatened to quit. Classic. Eric, who treated her like royalty, freaked out. After three days of begging, he bailed on the trip—said it was for "work"—then handed her my ticket. Later, he shrugged it off. "Romance's petty. Work comes first. You're my wife. You get it, right?" Right. I just stared at Vivien's new post: a couples selfie—cheek to cheek, hands shaped like a heart. I didn't say a word. Just nodded. Eric thought I was finally playing the role: calm, supportive, mature. Promised an even better honeymoon when he got back. Too bad I'd already quit. Too bad he'd already signed the divorce papers. We were done.

When I'm 20, I do two things that make me famous. Firstly, despite weighing 220 pounds, I'm dating the elite circle's coldest, most aloof, and most unreachable beauty, Vanessa Sterling. Secondly, I refuse to marry Vanessa. I then change my name and move abroad, becoming her first love that got away that nobody dares to talk about. Vanessa stays in a convent for the next five years and refuses to take a step outside. Just when everyone believes that she's actually going to become a nun, she suddenly announces that she's getting married. The engagement is such a grand affair that the news even reaches me all the way in Goldcrest, showing how much she values her new fiancé. I buy a plane ticket and take an overnight flight back to the country. Everyone is shocked to see how much weight I've lost, saying I look like a completely different person. They then sigh and say, "You came back too late, Vincent." Vanessa also regards me with a cold expression. "Did you ever consider that you'll regret your decision five years after abandoning me?" Do I regret my decision? "I don't," I say, shaking my head. After all, I'm already married with a child.

At our proposal, Ryan Parker, my fiance, has just pulled out the ring when his childhood friend, Lily Morgan, suddenly presses her hand to her chest and steps closer. "Ryan, the clasp on my bra came undone. I'm scared it's going to show. Can you fix it for me?" Without a second thought, Ryan slips the ring back into his pocket and reaches out to help her. I quietly step forward. "Ms. Morgan, I can help you instead." She shakes her head awkwardly. "No, it's okay. We barely know each other, so I'd feel a little embarrassed." Before I can say anything else, Ryan cuts in. "It's fine. I'm used to helping her with things like this. I'll do it." I fall silent. However, perhaps realizing how the situation looks, Ryan quickly adds, "Lily's always been shy around other people. If someone else touches her, she gets so nervous that she can barely breathe. It can get so bad that she might actually suffocate. So, don't make this harder than it needs to be, okay." I let out a quiet laugh, though there's nothing amusing about it. "So, you're the only one who's allowed to touch her, is that it?"

Nina Shaw had spent her entire life getting everything she wanted. She didn't know what it felt like to want something she couldn't have until she met Ian Xavier, the magician who could make snow fall onstage. She pursued him so openly that it got the whole city talking, but his answer was always the same. "I'm not good enough for you." Nina believed that if she tried hard enough, she could eventually win his heart. Then Willa Sutton came along, and Ian began canceling shows for her, renting a place so her parents could move closer, and shutting Nina out of his life. During a water-tank escape act, someone tampered with the prop's lock. When a fire broke out, Ian ran straight toward Willa, who was trapped in the flames, without so much as a backward glance. Later, when Willa was taken hostage aboard a fishing boat off the coast, Ian personally shoved Nina toward her captors. "I'll trade her for Willa." That was when Nina finally understood. Some things simply couldn't be won, no matter how desperately she wanted them. Three years later, at an engagement party held at the Lawson family's estate, Nina walked toward another man in a wedding dress. Ian was on his knees, his eyes red from crying. But Nina never looked back. She had finally let go of him and the future she'd once dreamed of, choosing herself instead.