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Sadie is your average werewolf, except, she has something unique about her. Although she would call it the farthest thing from unique, she would call it a curse. While Sadie is glad to be alive after her accident, the fact that one of her legs had to be amputated has led to her being treated differently throughout her entire life. On the night of her first shift into her wolf counterpart, she hopes that it will provide enough magic to finally heal her leg. However, when Sadie shifts, her prosthetic leg remains, making her a three-legged wolf. What happens when Sadie finds her mate, who just happens to be a werewolf Prince? Will they be able to be together, or is Sadie too broken to accept any happiness in her life. Besides, who would even accept a three-legged werewolf princess?

“I’ve been in hell for years, Bella. Trying to forget. Trying to do the right thing. Trying to be the man Victor thinks I am.” I stood up, closing the distance between us. “What if the right thing is being honest about what we both want?” He reached out, cupping my face with one large hand, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. The touch was gentle, completely at odds with the hunger in his eyes. “If I kiss you now,” he said hoarsely, “I won’t stop. I won’t be gentle. And I won’t be able to pretend anymore that you’re just Victor’s daughter.” “Good, I don’t want you to.” I leaned into his touch, my own hand coming up to cover his. “I don’t want you to pretend.”

Forced to marry the lycan Alpha in place of her sister the same day her fated mate humiliated her. But her damn mate still has his eyes on her. Bullied, enslaved and isolated by all, she gets. But she must run and raise her babies in secrecy. Why would she run? Will the Lycan King recognize her and her babies when she comes back completely different? What will the future hold for them as the Lycan King has his own secrets and dangers lurking in his kingdom?

Callista Everett seems to have it all- looks, money and status. But despite her accomplishments , there's one glaring thing that she doesn't have: love and family is also a quick to point this out. When she meets Alexander Hudson, the universe seems to present a solution to both of them. Callie needs some to pretend to be her boyfriend so that her family can stop asking her why she is alone. And Xander needs someone to pretend to be his fiancee, so people stop labelling him as a player. However, the lines of 'real' and 'pretend' becomes blurry as Xander and Callie navigate the water of business, love and family. Between growing, feelings, will they still remember to play pretend.

I failed my university's mandatory physical education class, but I didn't want to go for the training. Uncle Grant came and helped me, but I only did a few squats, and I could already feel my chest hurting so much. I fell right into Uncle Grant's arms, and I said, "No, I can't do this, Uncle Grant… Do you have any sports bras…?" My uncle's breathing became rapid, and he said, "Let me help you, Carmen." I didn't expect that the way he helped me was to use his hands to correct my posture from the front. As he squatted alongside me, it was only getting faster…

In my previous life, my best friend gave me a lock-shaped good-luck pendant. I never expected that once I put it on, it would never come off. Soon after, I came down with a fever that lasted seven days straight. When I finally woke up, everything in my life began to fall apart. Misfortune followed me everywhere. That was when I discovered the truth—I had swapped fates with her husband. He would get my wealth while I would get a short, ill-fated life. From then on, the two of them lived a life of effortless wealth, making money without even lifting a finger. Meanwhile, I sank into poverty, plagued by constant bad luck. I struggled through life and did not even make it to 30 before I was killed in a car accident. As I died, my mentally disabled younger brother cried out and rushed in front of me to shield me. However, he could not stop the incoming vehicle, and we died there together. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn back to the moment she was about to put the pendant on me. I let out a cold smile and pondered. Since she was so desperate to steal my wealthy fate, then she could have a XYY husband instead.

Olivia Lane gave five years of her life and her heart to a man she believed loved her. From the moment she lost her parents, Ryan became her anchor, her sacrifice, her forever. She trusted him enough to give him everything… except the one thing she swore to keep until marriage. But love, she thought, was worth the wait. Until he sold her. Now broke, betrayed, and on the verge of losing everything, Olivia is dragged into the office of the last man she ever wanted to face, Nathan Harold. Billionaire. Ruthless. And Ryan’s friend. Armed with cold proof of her boyfriend’s betrayal, Nathan offers her a choice: walk away with nothing… or sign a marriage contract that binds her to him instead. Desperate and shattered, Olivia signs. But what begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Because Nathan doesn’t just want her name on paper—he wants her trust, her surrender… her heart. And he’s willing to play a slow, intoxicating game to get it. Caught between burning resentment and undeniable attraction, Olivia finds her walls crumbling under the weight of his relentless pursuit. The man she was warned about, the one she swore to hate becomes the one she can’t stop thinking about. Just when she begins to believe she might have chosen right this time, the past claws its way back. A desperate ex. A shocking secret. And a truth that threatens to shatter her all over again. This time, Olivia has a choice to make Run from the fire… Or stay and fight for the man who might have been her greatest mistake… or her only salvation.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.