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Which One Do You Want

Which One Do You Want

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter—the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.
Short Story · Werewolf
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Before I Die Young

Before I Die Young

The day my birth parents found me, the reunion banquet they threw turned into their funeral. My parents and their adopted daughter, Leila, died of food poisoning that night. The only one who survived was my older brother, Alpha Kian. He didn’t like sweets, so he never touched the cake. The cake that I handed to them myself. “So you want to take Leila’s place. “You’re just jealous because she got all our love! “She was the only one who ever accepted you, and you still killed her!” Those were Kian’s exact words as he shouted at me right outside the hospital room. From that day on, I became a sinner. To make up for it, I barely slept four hours a night and worked five jobs just to buy back the villa the rival pack seized during the chaos. However, the day I finally saved up enough, I saw my dead parents throwing a birthday party for Leila in that very villa. Kian stood among them, looking at her with a warmth I didn’t recognize. My mother said, “Isn’t today also Lily’s birthday? It’s been eight years. Maybe it’s time to forgive her.” However, Kian didn’t hesitate to refuse. “No. Even though Leila sniffed out the wolfsbane and saved you, we agreed that Lily gets ten years. “We can’t risk her ever trying to poison Leila again. Not even a day less.” I clutched the diagnosis paper from the clinic tightly and laughed through my tears. I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years. I was already dying.
Short Story · Werewolf
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Start Over in Zombie Apocalypse

Start Over in Zombie Apocalypse

It was the apocalypse. A zombie apocalypse. We should've been running for our lives, but my girlfriend, Yvonne Brown, refused to. She wanted to buy as much time as she could for her incompetent childhood friend, Yves Claude, to hop into the last helicopter that would take survivors away. But the retreat was our group's only way to survive in this apocalypse. Yves was not showing up anytime soon. I had no choice but to knock her out and drag her into the chopper. And Yves, the one she could never seem to forget, died in the swarm of undead. I, however, survived thanks to what I did. Yvonne and I lived happily in a safe zone. And then that fateful day came. I was going to take over the territory and lead humanity on an attack against the zombies. The night before that decisive strike, Yvonne spiked my water with anesthetics. When I was caught helpless, she tossed me into the horde of zombies. The swarm of undead tore my flesh open, and the pain killed me. Yvonne? She stood on the wall coldly, a sneer decorating her lips. "Yves could've lived, but you took that chance away from him! You selfish monster, you killed Yves! I will make you suffer what he suffered! You'll pay for it with your life!" Death took me, but it tossed me all the way back to the day of the retreat. The day Yvonne adamantly insisted on waiting for Yves. Well, if she was so happy to live through a world like this with her friend, who am I to say no? I would grant her that wish, even if she would end up as zombie food.
Short Story · Imagination
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Marked in the Middle

Marked in the Middle

Nora Ainsley didn’t sign up to play hero. As a rogue-born tracker for hire, she works solo, stays broke, and minds her business. But when a missing pendant leads her into the heart of a conspiracy tied to the murder of the Silver Ash Pack’s Luna, she gets dragged into something way bigger than she ever wanted. Now she’s a suspect, a target, and holding a magical artifact every side wants to kill for. Worse, the only person offering help is Roman Vale—a masked stranger who’s got his own twisted ties to the very pack that wants Nora dead. She didn’t ask for this war, but if she doesn’t fight back, she won’t survive it.
Werewolf
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Mi Muerte los Destruyó: Mi Prometido y Mi Amigo

Mi Muerte los Destruyó: Mi Prometido y Mi Amigo

Tres días después de mi muerte, mi prometido Alberto recibió una llamada identificando mi cadáver. Con impaciencia, dijo,-No me importa su muerte. Avísenme cuando la entierren. La policía, impotente, llamó al segundo contacto de emergencia: mi amigo de la infancia, Luis. Él se burló con indiferencia,-¿De verdad muerta? Pero no me toca recoger el cuerpo. Entonces quémenlo. Hagan lo que quieran con las cenizas. Hasta que publicaron el acta de defunción en línea. Solo una noche, el pelo de mi prometido y mi amigo se volvió gris.
Short Story · Romance
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El amor no se puede forzar

El amor no se puede forzar

Después de mi muerte, mis padres firmaron el consentimiento para donar mis órganos, por lo que mi retina terminó en el cuerpo de Carina Fernández, la hija adoptiva que más amaban. Tras esto, Carina se casó con mi propio hermano. Por fin, se convirtieron en una verdadera familia. Pasé toda una vida compitiendo con ella, solo para acabar sin nada, sola, con un destino miserable. Pero, al renacer, decidí vivir mi vida para mí. Y, contra todo pronóstico, el camino me llevó a una felicidad inesperada.
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Nobleman's Gisaeng

Nobleman's Gisaeng

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Ga-eul was born in the lowest class status in Joseon. He belonged to the cheonmin or vulgar commoners—like butchers, shoemaker, shamans, magicians, etc. He never had a real name since he was born. Ga-eul was the one that is use to call him because of it's literal meaning that a baby boy born during fall. His family earns a living by performing at town alleys and even in gisaeng's places—typically located near the center of a town. After the early death of their parents, Ga-eul was forced to work harder for him and his sister to survive. Being a performer is not enough that's why he was urged to enter the gisaeng—trained to be courtesans, a prostitute, especially one with upper-class clients—world even though he is a male. He knows that he has a soft heart like a woman but doesn't want to be one. The life of Ga-eul is indeed miserable and unfortunate. He is literally going crazy on how he can managed to send his sister into a hospital—who has a osteosarcoma—tumor in the bone. A huge amount of money is needed for his sister's recovery. One night, while having a mental breakdown, he went to the gisaeng house to plead for his advance payment but the head gisaeng threw him outside. He cried out but then, a nobleman in his 20s approach and asked him to come inside again. He never knew that the nobleman was also struggling in a problem. He thought that the nobleman was just like the other middle class people. He plead but the nobleman offer him a huge amount of money. All he need to do is to marry him. The money offered was extremely helpful to resolve his problem, but should he really let the nobleman buy him?
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Reborn to Tear Down That Dumb Beauty

Reborn to Tear Down That Dumb Beauty

I sponsored Emily Fagan from an underprivileged background just to help her get through school. She was good-looking but wasn't exactly the brightest. Despite my warning not to tamper with my things, she slipped stimulants into my water bottle. Thanks to her, I was accused of cheating in the swimming competition. Our team's score was nullified. As for me, I was banned from competing for life and kicked out of college. When I confronted her, she cried pitifully, "Julie, I just wanted you to win. I didn't know that'd happen." My boyfriend, Elijah Strauss, held her and comforted her. He even snapped at me, claiming, "Em had good intentions. Why are you giving her a hard time?" Crushed, I shut myself in at home. Feeling sorry, she and Elijah visited me and brought along some vodka as an apology. After I took ten shots, I asked her to buy some over-the-counter pain relievers for my splitting headache. Little did I know that she'd make me take a dangerous dose of Ibuprofen mixed with alcohol. The bleeding in my stomach was what killed me. Emily looked pitifully remorseful at the hospital. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even tell what I shouldn't have given her…" During the police interrogation, my boyfriend gave false testimony to protect her. He accused me of taking my own life by mixing Ibuprofen and alcohol because I couldn't handle the mental stress from cheating in the competition. When I reopened my eyes, I found out that I was transported to the day before the competition.
Short Story · Rebirth
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Dirty Games With The Billionaire

Dirty Games With The Billionaire

“Ang katawan ko ang nais na kabayaran ng isang walang pusong Bilyonaryo!” Arazella Fhatima Montes despises arrogant fckboys and entitled rich men who believe money can buy everything-especially women. Sinabi niya sa sarili niya na sisiguruhin niya na ang lalakeng papasukin niya sa mundo niya ay hindi ganitong klase. Then, Lander Jimenez came. A professor in their university. He's the perfect ideal man for her. kind, soft-spoken, and adored by everyone. As they get to know each other, Arazella finds herself developing a crush that deepens into a secret love. Pero biglang nagulo ang isipan at nararamdaman niya dahil sa isang lalake na bigla na lang siyang hinila at hinalikan ng malalim sa loob ng isang madilim na silid sa kanilang university! "That's right, baby girl. Kiss me back-hard and deep." Hindi agad siya binitawan nito. Arazella found herself kissing the stranger back. She felt like she was hynotized by the man's lips! But then, a girl stormed into the room, furious! Nun pala ay ito ang dapat na kikitain ng lalake at makaka-makeout! Hindi makapaniwala si Arazella na nakuha ng isang fckboy ang first kiss niya! Hindi siya tinigilan ng lalake at nagpakita ito ng interes sa kaniya. Na gusto ulit matikman ang mga labi niya. To make everything worse, she found out that the strange man is Leonariz Valeriano Herrene Jimenez, a CEO Billionaire and the brother of her secret love-Lander! Will Arazella's feelings for her ideal man continue to grow, or will she find herself falling for the very type of man she despises the most?
Romance
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Waiting for Love to Die

Waiting for Love to Die

The night before our wedding, word spread like wildfire through high society that my fiancee had thrown herself a bachelorette party with ten virgins. When I storm into the villa, I find her nestled in the arms of my chauffeur's son, her skin blotched with fresh red marks. "It's just a wild night before the wedding. You get that, don't you?" Melissa Young says. She looks up at me with indifference, not bothering to explain herself. I catch the smug challenge in the eyes of the man holding her. My eyes burn red as I hurl the wedding invitations to the floor. "The scandal is everywhere! Have you even thought about what tomorrow's wedding will look like?" I yell. "This isn't just about you and me. It's about the future of both our families' businesses! Call a press conference and explain yourself." She frowns, irritation flickering in her eyes, but gives a grudging nod. Yet the next day, the internet explodes with a new bombshell—the Zucker heir is impotent, leaving his fiancee unsatisfied. When I demand answers, Melissa puts her foot down, her voice dripping with venom as she says, "All I see now is Nicky." She snaps, "No matter how many times you threaten to pull your investments, my mind's made up!" In that moment, the last ember of love I feel for her goes out. I call my dad, my resolve steeled. "Cut off all funding to Young Group, and buy out every one of her partnerships at triple the price!"
Short Story · Romance
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