Level 7

Quinn was invited to the Luther family by her boyfriend Ace for the first time. She was so thrilled and excited. She never thought that she would ever be able to step foot into that legendary family that was rumoured to be the wealthiest and most mysterious in the world. But would never have imagined that she was just entering the Lions' den, a den containing seven deadly brothers. She would be experiencing an Intoxicating and unforgettable encounter making her question her previous excitement of wanting to be in that family, questioning whether this was the price his boyfriend, one of the brothers had to pay for getting her into their family, but it was already too late because even though her mind wants her to make a run for her life, her body refuses to obey, craving for a passion so intense that she never thought was in her blood, and she kept on falling deeper and deeper into the seven brothers grasp, her mind wants only her boyfriend but her body screams for the seven abomination's touch...

A story wherein a girl was invited by her boyfriend in a seven day vacation at his place. Clyone did noticed how strange the six days of the vacation went, but decided to ignore it instead. Despite of being aware of how strange her boyfriend was, a horrible event happened on the last day still crashed her world. A horrible event she never expected to come nor imagined.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

"I don't think I need to say it out loud, but I'll indulge you." His icy gaze met hers through the floor-to-ceiling mirror. "You can clearly see you don't belong here." A pause. "Beside me. And certainly not as my mate." Ella's eyes drifted to their reflections. He was breathtaking. Broad shoulders. A body sculpted by years of war. Every muscle carved beneath the black ceremonial uniform. Then there was her. Round. Plump. Chubby cheeks. Thick thighs. Standing beside him... She looked laughable. The Moon Goddess had to be playing a cruel joke. "Answer me." Ella lowered her head immediately. "Y-Yes... Alpha King." Another stretch of silence. "What can you possibly do... to deserve me?" Her head lifted instantly. Hope bloomed before she could stop it. "A-Anything. I'll do anything, Your Majesty. I'll honour our bond. I'll learn whatever you want me to learn. Just... just tell me what—" A rough hand slammed against the mirror beside her head. She flinched. He leaned down until his lips were beside her ear. His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "Look at yourself. So fucking pathetic." She stopped breathing. "And here I was thinking..." he scoffed, "...perhaps you had character, if not beauty." His laugh held no amusement. "Turns out you're just like every other woman." Her throat tightened. She didn't understand. What had she said wrong? She had only wanted to be a good mate. Only wanted him to tell her how. Her vision blurred. "Seven heats." She blinked. "...What?" "You'll report to my office every night for the next seven heats. If I'm satisfied... "...you stay." Those silver eyes lifted to hers. Cold. "If not..." She gulped. "I know several service camps. They're always looking for extra hands." A beat. "They don't complain about rejected females."

Dave was going to find his brothers and free his kingdom. Taking back that was stolen from them by their uncle over 100years ago. Dave was counting on the witch to help him, but he was expecting her in a bodily form. Not in deeds. He met his mate Marina who at first did not know she was a werewolf. At first, he did not want anything to do with her until he had found his brother and released his kingdom, but with the everything that had changed in the world he needed her help. Only after bonding did he realize that the witch had planned everything so he could find his brothers, even if she wasn’t able to be there. Together his mate and him set out to find his brothers and free his kingdom. 7 Book series

I was three months pregnant when the car crash happened. In those final moments of fading consciousness, I frantically dialed Damian’s private, encrypted line—the one meant only for emergencies. He never picked up. By the time I was rushed into surgery, I received a crushing blow: Damian had forcibly reassigned my lead private physician to the South District. He needed the best doctor to treat his childhood sweetheart, Evelyn, who had just been widowed. When I finally drifted awake through a haze of agony, my trembling fingers swiped open Instagram. I saw Evelyn’s latest post: “I knew that no matter the distance or the time, Damian would move heaven and earth to reach me. He even brought his Chief Physician just to help me heal from my grief.” In the accompanying photo, Damian—a man known for his cold, lethal eyes—was gazing at the woman beside him with a tenderness I hadn't seen in years. While I was clawing my way back from the brink of death, fighting to save our child, my husband was playing protector to another pregnant woman. A hollow, self-deprecating laugh escaped my lips. Without a second thought, I slid the wedding band off my ring finger. I opened my inbox and hit "Confirm" on the invitation from the world’s most elite International Finance Institute. If Evelyn is all he cares about, I’ll give them my blessing. In seven days, I will vanish from his world forever—and I’m taking my baby with me.