Ban And Elaine

In a world where ancient treaties keep monsters in check, Lyra Hale has spent her life hiding what she is. A human witch born of a forbidden bloodline, Lyra’s magic first awakened in childhood, wild, powerful, and dangerous enough to draw the attention of forces her mother spent years running from. When her mother vanishes without a trace, Lyra follows the only clue left behind to Transylvania, a land ruled by vampires and werewolves haunted by the aftermath of forbidden magic. Her arrival does not go unnoticed. Once human, once powerless, Caspian has built his reign on control and fear of vulnerability. Lyra’s magic, ancient, untamed, and resistant to domination, becomes both his greatest threat and his darkest obsession. As witches, vampires, and werewolves close in, Lyra is pulled into a hidden war between covens, courts, and prophecies long buried. Ancient elders awaken, feral creatures stalk the shadows, and whispers of a forbidden creation resurface, proof of what happens when love and power cross sacred lines. Bound to Caspian by dangerous magic neither fully understands, Lyra must choose whether to submit to the laws that seek to control her… or defy them and risk destroying the fragile balance holding the supernatural world together. Because in a realm built on blood and fear, purity is a provocation, love is rebellion, and some bonds were never meant to exist, yet refuse to be broken.

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

Isabella Millers is an ordinary girl who works as a waitress in a café. However, her life takes a drastic turn when a luxurious sedan owned by a cruel mafia leader in Brooklyn named Marco Vilante crashes into her bicycle on her way home from work. Isabella is forced to be involved in Marco's dangerous life because he falls in love with her and becomes obsessed with her. Pressure and fear haunt Isabella's life ever since. Will she be able to face the consequences of being involved with a cruel and obsessive mafia man?

“ I'll make sure you regret this. I'll take away every calm in your life. Everything you could ever love. I'll completely ruin you.” The thought of her pulling a knife to my throat brought a jolt of excitement to my lower belly. For a woman who hated the mafia she played the part well. An unofficial ice queen with a lot of emotion raw on display. I couldn't wait for all the emotions I could get out of her. “I'd like to see you try baby girl.” I replied with a grin tightening my hold of her hands getting another glare from her. The priest cleared his throat bringing us out of her little death play. “ Do you Aleksei Vadik, take Ava Addams as your lovely wedded wife in battles and in strength?” “Yes.” I responded confidently. °°° Being a part of the Mafia had their pros and cons. Ava as a matter of fact hated being the Bratva’s daughter. Who knew a night with the wrong stranger could turn her life around in the worst possible way.

The strong willed and stubborn CEO must strike a deal with the famous Alan Weasley to save her company from bankruptcy, but she realizes she needs more than his monetary help when her family comes back into her life. She must learn to be vulnerable and break down the walls she built around herself, or lose all that she loves and worked so hard for.

I was auctioned like property. To pay my father’s debt, they put me on a stage in a red satin dress and diamond collar. I braced for the worst—until he stepped forward. Luciano Moretti. My ex. My first love. Now a ruthless mafia boss with blood on his hands… and my name still burned into his memory. He bid one million dollars to own me. “You’re mine again, cara. This time, there’s no escape.” He says it’s revenge. He says I broke him. But when he touches me… it still feels like home. In a world of power, secrets, and obsession, I’m not just fighting for my freedom— I’m trying not to fall in love with the devil all over again.

Zayden rejected his mate to marry the daughter of another powerful alpha in his past life. It was supposed to be a treaty of harmony, but it stabbed him in the back anyway. Now, a thousand years later, born again as the Alpha, he's given another chance to do things right this time. But there’s a twist. An intervention of the moon goddess herself. This time, she’s created the mate bond so strong that it would be easier for Zayden to end himself than reject the mate chosen for him. But he cannot accept a Healer as his mate either. In their world, powerful healers are rare to find. They are born out of the pack. As humans. Sterile. And mostly male. But Dhara is an exception. And she is impossible to be claimed.

"Sherman...Sherman Colton," I managed to mutter, my voice quivering from a combination of exhaustion and worry. The name surfaced from the depths of my consciousness, unexpected yet purposeful. As I felt my awareness fade, a lingering feeling of unease settled within me. I didn't just say that name in response to a question; it was more like a desperate plea, a fragment of worry for the man whose image and reputation I was afraid I had ruined in the chaotic events that had taken place. As I surrendered to the embrace of unconsciousness, a deep uncertainty gripped my soul, unsure if I would ever wake up to the light of another day. I whispered, "Mr.Colton, I didn't break your trust." ........................................................................... Within the luxurious Elite Oaks Resort, Zara Tahel, the unassuming housekeeper, found herself thrust into a passionate whirlwind of destiny. Her heartache led her to cancel her wedding when she uncovered her lover's affair with his superior. Little did she know, her life was about to take a captivating turn. In her bridal gown's elegance, Zara collided with Sherman Colton, the charismatic CEO of the resort. Their encounter was electric, sparking a photograph that set the world buzzing with intrigue. But their chemistry was undeniable, a passionate connection that smoldered. Sherman offered an arrangement, one fraught with desire and hidden longing. As their worlds intertwined, the question hung in the air: Was their deal just a façade to protect his reputation, or had a deep, secret attraction ignited since that unforgettable moment? Amidst moonlit nights and stolen moments at Elite Oaks Resort, Zara and Sherman embarked on a passionate journey, testing the limits of love and desire. Their hearts danced to a melody of fervent ardor, setting their worlds ablaze with irresistible chemistry.

[I don't want to die, but I'm tired of picking myself up every time I fall. Won't you please carry me?] Emilie is bullied because of her selective mutism. The popular girls at her college think she is a freak who won't survive the real world since she won't speak up for herself. One day, they steal her clothes at a pool party and force her to venture out dressed in only a towel. She knocks on a random door without knowing it's Brandon Brooks's home. He is the most popular guy at her college - rich and attractive - and she is convinced he won't help her. Brandon thinks she is a loser like everyone else, but there is one thing Emilie doesn't know about him: he isn't heartless.

When Neil Young brought up divorce again, I calmly signed the divorce agreement and began to cut off all contact between us. On the first day, I sold the unfinished marital house I had bought two years ago. On the second day, I stopped his grandma’s monthly $2,000 pension and cancelled his sister’s supplementary card. On the third day, I called my brother and returned to my real home. Once the plane touched down, I suddenly became curious. Without me, his ever-ready, self-sacrificing maid, how would Neil support his irritable grandmother, vain sister, and leeching junior?