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Elizabeth is a wolfless mute slave. After her mother was brutally killed to protect her from rape, her father was murdered by the Alpha of the black river pack. Elizabeth endured endless bullying in the black river pack for revenge. She vowed to kill the Alpha's families and leave with her beloved boyfriend when she turned 18. However, fate played a joke on her. Elizabeth discovered that her boyfriend had cheated on her long ago, and her fated mates were Alpha's twin sons! She declared to reject them as her mates, but the moon goddess had more incredible arrangements waiting for her. One day she will find out that her mates are not only twins, but also the Alpha of Giant Wolf who is 16 feet tall, the prince of Winged Wolf who lives in a cloud castle, the Beta of Fire Wolf who is covered with Untouchable heat, and even the vampire king who is the enemy of all werewolves and the Merman who lives under the deep sea... Why does she have 9 mates? What should she do when all her mates are jealous and desperate to possess her? *** I was kneeling on all fours inside the cage, with a heavy chain tied around my neck. Countless werewolves wearing masks sat in the circular stands, pointing at me, the cheapest auction item. "Look at her huge belly. She's pregnant. Non-virgins aren't worth much!" "Minimum 50 gold coins. If she has a baby girl, you will have two sex slaves then. " I couldn't believe that I, Elizabeth, the most cherished daughter of Blue moon pack's Alpha, would be reduced to being auctioned off as the lowest-priced sex slave in an underground trading market. "10 million gold coins, we want her!" 9 handsome men claimed.

"Some one can see us," Rose whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to steady her racing heart. She gazed into Darian's eyes, where a fire of lust burned brightly. She wanted to satiate her own desires, but what if her husband were to discover them in this intimate embrace? She was laying naked beneath him, vulnerable and exposed on the bed. "Ohh.... Darian," she pleaded, her words dripping with sensuality. "Someone can hear us." As the words escaped her lips, he silenced her with a possessive touch, his large hand enveloping her mouth. And With a surge of desire he plunged deep within her. ~ "There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable". This is how Rose's love was for Darian. It was forbidden because he was twelve years senior to her. Not only that, she was married, and her old husband was his uncle. It was forbidden from every aspect, but still, it was the sweetest. She was desperately in love with him, willing to go to any lengths for her love. She had longed for Darian's love since she was just a teen;. She tried everything to capture his interest, but it proved futile. His lack of attention pushed her to marrying a 50 year-old man. But nothing could stop Rose now, when they were under the same roof and it was impossible for Rose to resist her desires, especially when he now showed interest in her, something she had longed for years. In the season of love mysterious murders unfolded, killing Rose's dear ones who dared to stand between her passionate love. But the identity of the merciless murderer still remained mystery! Immerse yourself in the saga of love, desire, seduction, and mysterious murders. How far can one go for their forbidden desires?

For the past three months, I've slept only three hours every day just so my team and I can create an app. Thanks to our hard work, the app goes absolutely viral to the point we've garnered over 100 million registered users on the first week of its launch. At the afterparty, my wife, Stacie Woodward, announces that her godbrother, Tory Frost, who's the PR manager, will be the one receiving the million-dollar bonus. She then tosses me a few 50% discount coupons that can be used in shopping malls as my bonus. "You're just a code monkey—why do you need that much money anyway? You can have these discount coupons. Use them on anything you want. At least buy some nice clothes for yourself. Don't go around wearing these rags. You'll just end up humiliating me more." I plead to her in a low tone, "Have you gone crazy, Stacie? My dad needs the money for the best medication in order to save his life! Can you please stop joking around?" But Stacie clings to Toby's arm, looking high and mighty. "Your dad's dying, isn't he? He might as well stop wasting the public resources! I can always choose him a better grave and hold a nice funeral for him when his time comes!" As I look at Stacie's smug face, I just smile at her instead of getting mad at her. She must have forgotten that the app's core algorithm and the user growth model are built using my private, undisclosed technology stack. That means the copyright is mine and has nothing to do with the company. I just smile while nodding at Stacie. That night, I activate the technology stack's self-destruct and migration protocols.

Liam and I have been together for five years. We were supposed to become mates in a month. I have been planning our honeymoon because in these five years, we have never left this city. So I prepared a $100,000 trip in advance as a mating gift for Liam. When I mentioned it to him, before I even finished my words, he interrupted me impatiently, “Who asked you to plan it? For our honeymoon, I will only give you a budget of $50. We’ll just go somewhere nearby for a night.” That night, I found out he had transferred his $1 million hunting competition bonus to his childhood friend Stella, letting her use it to buy an apartment of her own. He got really mad at me, when he saw the receipt for the $100,000 I had prepaid for the honeymoon. “Who gave you the right to spend our future money on a trip?” Liam’s parents also yelled at me, “You are just a useless Omega! You can’t even shift into a werewolf form, unlike Stella, you are not good enough for our son.” But every single cent was earned by myself from my herb business. I broke up with him without any hesitation. Liam stole that trip from me and went on it with Stella instead. Seven years later, we ran into each other at the Alpha’s castle. Liam was about to become a Warrior of the pack. Meanwhile, I was on my knees, searching for something on the floor. “Mia, you broke up with me over a $50 honeymoon fund back then. Now, you are working as a maid? You’re in this mess because of your own choices.” In fact, I was looking for my pup’s favorite toy. It had rolled under one of the tables earlier. “Is that so? Don’t you even know who the Luna of this castle is?”

WARNING❗️ MATURED CONTENT❗️❗️❗️ SERIES 11 OF 50! I am the perfect son in the eyes of my dying mother until I’m not. All the things I knew about myself and my mother’s death were all lies. My life in general was built on lies. Now, I only had to focus on one thing—be the best leader the Draco Elites had ever had. Be accepted by the notorious crime group, Foedus; to protect the people that matter to me, Carlene, and my men. That was until I met her. Stiffany. She changed every fucking thing. One look and I was bewitched. Under her spell. She’s refreshing and unique. Until she isn’t. She’s a bombshell liar with a smart mouth and legs for days. She betrayed me and I’ll break her. I’ll make her life a living hell. Until her past and mine come back at us. She was caught in the middle of the chaos and I was shattered. Now, I need to do everything in my power and Foedus to save my woman. I don’t care if I burn down the world to ashes or bathe with my enemy's blood. If my enemies—our enemies don’t kill me first. A buried past. A twisted game of love and betrayal. Three souls. Two women and a man with more enemies than allies. When love is more dangerous than entering the world of Foedus, will you leave or just surrender? “Lorenzo tastes like danger and power. A deadly combination. Totally intoxicating.”- Stiffany Author's Note: Names, places, characters, and incidents are just products of my imagination. Any resemblance to the event in the story is just a coincidence. Pwera na lang sa mga nagpahiram ng pangalan. God bless all.

As a low-income student who's specifically recruited by the elite college this year, I can still feel my hands trembling as I clutch the letter that tells me I get to study for free. Not only are my tuition and miscellaneous fees waived, but I also get to receive 30 thousand dollars' worth of student grant per year. I even get to have free access to the leather seats inside the library, the equipment inside the gym, as well as the aerial garden on the roof. The best surprise for me has to be the cafeteria. All low-income students get a 50% discount on their meals, but the quality of their food doesn't decrease at all. Best beef is used in the steak dinners offered by the cafeteria, whereas a seafood platter showcases the entire huge lobster. Even the most basic mac and cheese meal has different types of freshly grated cheese baked into it. As I sit in the brightly lit classroom and look at the rich students around me, who wear custom-made uniforms and have branded watches latched around their wrists, all I have is one thought. I must be on good terms with them. But my seatmate, who's also a low-income student, isn't as thrilled as me. In fact, she just looks at the people around her with disdain in her eyes. After the first lesson, a rich student arrives at our table. He might not sound polite at all, but at least he's not putting on airs. "Do any of you have time to head over to the cafeteria and buy me breakfast?" I'm about to respond to him when a shrill voice booms out next to me. "You're so annoying! What, you think you rule the campus since you're rich? Had I known that this classroom is filled with useless scions like you who just waste their lives away on nothing, I wouldn't have enrolled in this college in the first place!"

Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want. Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat. Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?

On my wedding day, my best friend, Beatrice Hopper, buys a lottery ticket from a convenience store and gives it to me as a wedding gift. I initially believe that she's joking, but when I see the unmistakable disdain in her eyes, I know something is off. "They say it's the thought that counts. This gift is precisely how I show that I care. Besides, I'm pregnant and need money for everything right now. I don't want you to feel bad about taking my money," she says. Honestly, I'm disappointed. But since it's my wedding, I can only stand there and watch as my best friend drags her entire family to the reception for free food and drinks. As expected, the wedding ends on a sour note. The two of us part ways unhappily. What I don't see coming, though, is winning 50 million dollars in the lottery that night. Elated, I tell my husband the news, and we head to the lottery office first thing in the morning to claim the prize. The news quickly spreads among our friends and family. But by the afternoon, Beatrice pounds on my door, demanding I return the lottery ticket. "I should've been the winner!" she screamed. "I was the one who bought it, so why should you take away my prize?" I keep backing away from her, panic flooding my entire body, so much so that I don't even notice she's holding a knife. The last thing I expect is for her to swing it at me in the middle of our struggle. By the time I realize what's happening, the blade is already buried in my husband's chest. I try to call the police, but Beatrice yanks me back. We grapple, stumble, and crash through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Eventually, we fall to our deaths in the courtyard below. The universe must've had mercy on me because when I open my eyes again, I'm back at the moment she hands me that lottery ticket. Here comes my second chance.

In my previous life, my three sons told me they wanted to set up a Family Bond Fund for me. Each of them would deposit three thousand dollars every month. I cried with gratitude, truly believing that decades of sacrifice had finally paid off. One of them even said, "Mom, you've given us so much. It's our turn to take care of you now." However, eight years later, I was told I have uremia. That was when I discover that the bank card, which supposedly held the fund, couldn't even cover the dialysis deposit. Soon after, my eldest son video-called me. He said he wanted to buy a better apartment in a good school district. He was short of 150 thousand dollars for the down payment and asked if I could lend it to him first. My second son came to the hospital with his wife and daughter. He didn't ask about my condition at all. Instead, he kept showing off his daughter's piano competition trophy, hinting that he needed 50 thousand dollars to enroll her in a prestigious international piano program. My youngest son was even more straightforward. He said he had his eye on a limited-edition pair of sneakers and wanted me to pay 30 thousand dollars for them as a birthday gift. The moment they realized the bank account didn't have enough money, their faces fell. "We each put in three thousand dollars every month. Over eight years, that's at least eight hundred thousand dollars. Mom, are you hiding the money from us?" To force me to reveal my savings, they took turns pressuring me, switching between sweet talk and threats. They even told relatives that I had dementia and had been scammed out of my money. Unable to take it anymore, I yanked out my IV late one night and walked out of the hospital, only to be hit by a car, dying instantly. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day of my hospital checkup.

-Adjugé vendu *** Nash ne comprenait rient , un masque lui recouvrait le visage , Toutefois il y avait des trou au niveau des yeux Elle était entouré de miroir lui renvoyant son propre reflet, elle ne portait que ses sous vetements . Elle se sentait observée , il devait probablement avoir des gens derrière ses vitres . L'homme qui l'avait jettée dans la pièce vint la récupérer il envoya dans une autre piéce où se trouvait deux hommes tout deux en costumes noire l'homme me tenait solidement Sans un mot un des hommes en costume tendit une malette au djihadiste qui l'ouvrit , puis un rictus déforma ses lèvres . Sans un mot de plus il sortit de la pièce . Cameron Dark commevtout les présent dans la pièce d'ailleur a été émerveillé par ce corps parfaitement dessiné et ses yeux vert derrière ce masque qui ajoutait encore plus de mystère a son identité Il venait de claquer pratiquement 50 millions dans l'achat de cette femme -Retire ton masque *** Nash ne comprenait pas un mot de ce qu'il disait , il était en retrait depuis Voyant qu'elle n'obeissait pas il s'approcha énergiquement d'elle prise de peur elle voulu reculer et se retrouva , la les fesse au sol lui debout la regardant de toute sa hauteur , cet homme etait immense , il respirait la peur . Il se pencha vers elle tétanisée elle resta immobile , il lui retira délicatement le masque le laissant voir son visage ........