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Everyone in the Titanus region would have heard the older generation tell them this—during sky burials, the vultures wouldn't eat the corpses of people who'd committed heinous crimes. My husband is the sky burial practitioner who buries me. The vultures circle my corpse in the air above the burial site, but they don't prey on me. My husband frowns at the sight. "It looks like this person must have committed crimes when alive. They deserve this." Suddenly, I remembered him pointing at me, his eyes ablaze with flames of rage as he shouted, "Nancy wouldn't have lost her baby if not for you! Someone like you doesn't even deserve to get a sky burial!" It looks like his words are coming true. But later, he falls to his knees before my grave and weeps. He begs me to forgive him.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

Fate is very cruel to every body but is it? Well life is not fair just like the two inlove creatures who meet just to broke ones heart into pieces. Ashianie is a badass like girl who knows we can tell as an independent sexy young lady. That will do everything if she love that person. But fate did not in favor with her so it finds a way to break her heart into pieces that she even thought she could not fix it again.

I am Evelyn Scott, a replacement for my sister’s wedding after they found out about Sterling’s wealth. Evelyn’s family especially her stepmother, Jane wanted to get rid of her from the house and decided to send her off to get married to Adrian, an ordinary man who always brought troubles to the Sterling family. Little did they know, Adrian conceals a hidden identity that could change everything if revealed. “I’m sorry, I’m late,” Adrian uttered as he arrived late at the wedding. Evelyn smiled at him, “It’s okay, what’s important is that you’re here.” As they spend their time together, Evelyn finds herself drawn by how gentle Adrian is. He was always attentive to her, and it seemed like he was washing her problems and worries away. It was the very first time that Evelyn felt something like this to someone. “I… like you,” she confessed. Adrian smiled, cupping his hands onto her face. He gently kissed her forehead. “Me too. I like you so much.” Can this kind of love would have a happy ending after? Will they be strong and stay together until the end? Would Evelyn stay if she found out the truth about her husband?

Isabel's life has been a constant struggle with the word "ugly." Her Leucoderma skin disease had made her believe that she could never be beautiful. It seemed like every person she met had an opinion about her appearance, and none of them were kind. They made her feel like it was a crime to not be born with flawless skin. Despite her outside flaws, Isabel had a pure soul, but unfortunately, no one ever bothered to understand it. Instead, they treated her like she was worthless, as if her appearance was all that mattered. But hope arrived when Isabel's marriage was arranged with the handsome and charming Mason Williams. For the first time in her life, Isabel started to believe that someone might accept her for who she was, without judging her physical appearance. She dreamed of Mason being the love of her life, someone who would see past her flaws and cherish her inner beauty. However, on the day of their marriage, Isabel's hopes were crushed when Mason Williams called her "The Ugly Bride." It was like a punch in the stomach, and Isabel wondered if Mason would ever be able to love her for who she truly was. Would he hate her forever or be able to see past her physical flaws and fall madly in love with her pure soul? Only time could tell...

Nyra Calder has spent three years building a life that does not require anyone to die for it. A quiet apartment. A kind man who loves her. A future that looks nothing like the compound she grew up in, where her father ran his empire on fear and she was trained to be its most precise instrument. She left all of it behind. She told herself she was done. Then her father turns up dead and the phone rings and the compound pulls her back like it never let go. She returns expecting grief. What she gets is a cellar, a drugged drink, and the man she planned to marry watching her fall with a face she has never seen before. Magnus was never who she thought he was. The life she built was constructed on top of something rotten. And the only person in her world who has never once lied to her is Raze Calder, the man she left, the man she has never stopped wanting, the man who looks at her like three years was nothing more than a delay. Nyra does not need saving. She never did. But she is about to find out what she actually needs, and it is nothing like what she chose.

“He’s not yours,” I said, each word slicing through him like glass. Valentine stared at me, stunned, like I’d slapped him. Maybe I should’ve. That would’ve been easier than this. I thought I’d buried the past the day I ran—pregnant, heartbroken, and alone. Valentine Hale was the love of my life… until he shattered it. He never knew I was carrying his child. He never tried to find me. I raised our son alone. But fate doesn’t forget. Now I’m back in the one place I swore I’d never return to. And Valentine? He’s here. He’s looking at me like he still feels it. Valentine- She was human. Off-limits. But I touched her anyway. Loved her. Marked her. Then I walked away before the pack could find out. Before I destroyed us both. But now, Vivian’s back—with a kid who smells like me. But now I bear a secret, a curse from my father the previous alpha and I cannot risk their lives. I need to protect them. I need them. I feel it in my blood. He’s mine. She’s mine. They both always were.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

"A woman like you? No fucking way you're a virgin." "Who said virgins can't be filthy, Rocco?" DIANA SANTORO: Five years locked inside a convent. Not because I was holy. Because the family I was born into is dangerous. My name is Diana Santoro. Mafia blood. And in this world, daughters like me get hidden away until the war is over. Now my brother’s the Don. And he wants me back. The man he sent to collect me? Rocco Moretti. The most feared monster in Italy. The devil of Cosa Nostra. They say he pulls confessions out of men with his bare hands—then sleeps like a baby afterward. Three days on the road. Just us. He’s expecting some scared little nun-in-training, ready to be escorted quietly back to my gilded cage. He has no idea that the only innocent thing about me is this face. **** ROCCO MORETTI: Forty-seven men. That's how many I've killed. Tortured more than double that. Never lost a minute of sleep over any of them. So why does this girl—with her innocent eyes and that smart mouth—make me feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind around every bend of this road? Last night, at some roadside motel, she walked into my room. Ran her fingers over my tattoos, looked up at me with this smirk, and told me she wasn't wearing underwear. What the hell does she want? To destroy me? To see how far she can push before I snap? She's a virgin. Untouched. Off-limits. The one thing a man like me can never have. But when she looks at me like that—wearing that short dress, lips parted just enough—I forget who I am. I forget I'm the monster. And I start wanting, with everything in me, to be the one who ruins her. Even if it costs me my life. Even if it costs me everything.

Growing up as a beautiful, smart, and obedient daughter, Auva Fermentera is like the perfect child that all parents desire to have. With all the money that her family has, it seems like there is nothing they can’t afford to have. But soon later, Auva realizes that it is not true when her family opposes her dream to pursue painting. Obeying them at first, Auva learns to stand up for herself when she was blamed of her engagement being cancelled as her fiancé runs away. A very cliche move. Only to find out that he is hiding in the same place she decided to start her new life. A place which will be like their canvas while they paint each other’s life. With every stroke of their paint, a bunch of colorful memories come together. But it only takes one event that made their paint brush break which stains their built memories. Will they try to fix it? Or will they let it be as it is?