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Alpha's Worthless Remorse

Alpha's Worthless Remorse

At the Thorn Pack banquet, Jacob Mason carefully cut the steak on my plate. His gentlemanly demeanor and meticulous attention to detail drew envious glances from those around us. "Our Alpha is so good to our Luna," a voice murmured from across the table. "You won’t find a more devoted mate in all of Southspire." I glanced at Jacob, a sweet warmth unfurled in my chest. I silently tightened my grip around the Moonstone Ring—a ring my father had left me, the symbol of power in the Lotus Pack. I had planned to give it to Jacob when the banquet ended, when we were alone. But as the evening wore on, the noise and the clinking of glasses became too much to bear. I feigned a slight dizziness, excusing myself to return to our castle ahead of him. In truth, I needed the time to prepare a surprise—something special to commemorate this night. When everything was set, I silently slipped back into the banquet hall, ready to take Jacob by the hand and whisk him away. But as I arrived, I stopped dead in my tracks. There he was, holding Hazel Rhea tightly in his arms. "Chloe is so rigid," he said. "Always clinging to the dignity of being the Lotus Pack Alpha's daughter. How could she ever compare to Hazel's passion?" "Don't worry," he added, his tone light with mock reassurance. "Hazel and I are just friends. Chloe won't feel betrayed." He laughed softly. "But don't tell her, alright? She's so old-fashioned—if she found out, she'd leave me for sure. Honestly, the thought of spending the rest of my life with such a dull partner… It's exhausting." Just friends? Is that what he called the way his hand slid beneath her dress—being "just friends"? I didn't interrupt them. There was no need to disturb their lively conversation. Instead, I slid the Moonstone Ring onto my finger. Without a word, I turned and left. In the quiet of the night, Xavier Grey—who had been following me all along—waited. Together, we set off on the journey I should have taken long ago.
Short Story · Werewolf
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The Omega Who Stopped Breaking

The Omega Who Stopped Breaking

I was ten when my Omega mother mated the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. My stepbrother, Draven, never let me forget how I’d diluted their pure blood. With his silent blessing, the entire pack became a weapon to carry out his hate. During a full moon hunt, he gave the nod. That's all it took. His followers "accidentally" pushed me in front of a raging stag. I felt its antlers rip my shoulder open. He looked down at me, his golden eyes dripping with scorn. “Don’t think you’re one of us just because your mother latched onto my father. Weaklings get culled. And I’ll be the one to kick you off my land.” At his command, they'd ruin my offerings to the Moon Goddess. They shredded my coming-of-age gown with silver blades. Through it all, my mother would only look at me with shame. My stepfather, the great Alpha, just saw me as a troublesome brat. I made myself small, desperate for a scrap of kindness. But it only made me the pack outcast. Hated and completely alone. Until Draven’s best friend, Liam—the Alpha heir to the Rage River Pack—showed interest in me at the werewolf academy. For the first time ever, Draven left me alone. I thought Liam was my only light in the darkness. On my birthday, I gave myself to him completely. The next day, I overheard him talking to Draven. Draven’s voice was low, laced with venom. “Did you get the video? Of the half-blood losing control mid-fuck?” Liam chuckled. “Of course. Gotta admit, she feels amazing. So soft… a real temptation. Almost got me hooked. But just in bed. The thought of her dirty blood…If it wasn’t to help you get even, I would’ve never touched a weak-blooded Omega like her.” I clamped a hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. My only hope was a lie. But they didn't know. I’d already applied to the Valeriana Werewolf Institute. And I wasn’t coming back.
Short Story · Werewolf
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Nineteen Days: Claimed by My Stepson

Nineteen Days: Claimed by My Stepson

Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia’s legs spread for the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the brutal, filthy fucking her body craves. Ethan has the thick, merciless cock that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she screams into his mouth, the glass shower where he pins her dripping wet, the marital bed where he pumps her full night after night while Victor sleeps in ignorance thirty thousand feet away. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s a dripping, obsessed slut who counts the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can split her open, ruin her, and make her come so hard she forgets she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No panties. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with Ethan’s cum still warm inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.
Romance
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After Ninety-Nine Times

After Ninety-Nine Times

Once upon a time, Leonard truly loved me. In order to establish a Mate Bond with me, he confessed 99 times. On the 99th time, I was finally moved. On the day of our Marking Ceremony, I gave him 99 forgiveness coupons. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did. We were bonded for six years. In the first five years of our Mate Bond, I rarely ever used the forgiveness coupons. Since his childhood friend Judy returned, however, I started burning through the coupons. When I tore up the 98th coupon, Leonard noticed that I had changed. I no longer made a fuss or fought him over Judy. I simply asked him calmly, “If you go to Judy, can I use up one forgiveness coupon?” Leonard paused and then recovered his cool. “Sure. I only used up slightly over half, so use another if you want.” I stayed silent as he left the house. As it turned out, he had no idea he had just lost his 98th coupon. He only had one chance left. After that, I would leave him forever.
Short Story · Werewolf
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Our Impenetrable Love

Our Impenetrable Love

Annahline
Just starting out with his Call of Duty streams, everyone started idolizing Xhyro for his impeccable gaming skills, until someone keeps on killing him at the game during one of his streams, totally humiliating himself in front of everyone. Having a rough day at work, Genevieve pours out all her emotions during her first match, and when she finds out her opponent is her most-hated streamer for being so obnoxious, she starts targeting him instead, totally forgetting the rules of the game and making Xhyro go crazy for his viewers have already dropped an insane amount. With Xhyro’s madness, he messages Genevieve on the game and in a blink, both kept spouting foul words to each other, officially declaring the other as an enemy. When Xhyro starts looking for Genevieve’s teases and words after a few days, he knew he would be stuck at an impenetrable love.
Romance
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Escape From The Netherworld

Escape From The Netherworld

BlackLab
Eurus, a 23-year old boy was sent to a hellish-like game, trapped, having no memories of how he got there nor his previous life. His journey began when he met players that have been sent into the game just like him and started unraveling the truth.
Sci-Fi
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Ninety-Nine Pardons

Ninety-Nine Pardons

How much did my wife love me? To marry me, she proposed ninety-nine times. I was not moved until the hundredth. On our wedding day, I gave her ninety-nine make-up cards. We agreed that as long as all of them were not used up, I would stay with her. Five years into our marriage, she used one card every time she went out to be with her crush. When she reached the ninety-seventh card, she suddenly noticed that I had changed. I no longer begged for her to stay. When she lost control because of her adorable secretary, I asked her, “If you don't come back tonight, can I use a make-up card?” She paused for a moment and then softened, which was rare for her. “Okay.” I nodded and let her leave. She thought she still had many make-up cards. She didn't realize this was his last chance.
Short Story · Romance
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I Only Had to Die for Mom to Stop Pretending

I Only Had to Die for Mom to Stop Pretending

When the half-mile sprint test is about to begin, Quiana Sullivan, the class president, and I have applied to be exempted from it. My own mother, who's the homeroom teacher of my class, approves Quiana's application with a smile. But she then throws mine to the floor. "You're having a chest pain, you say? I can't believe you're able to come up with such lies just to avoid the half-mile sprint! I'd have known if you had a heart condition! "Quiana is weak by nature, not to mention she's on her period right now, so she can't handle the agony. What about you, hmm? You've always been perfectly healthy, yet now you're telling me that you're suffering from heart pain? "Don't go around embarrassing me just because you want to slack off! I don't want others claiming that I'm being biased toward my own child! As long as you're still alive and kicking, you must finish the half-mile course no matter what!" Left without a choice, I can only return to the field. The cold wind makes me feel even dizzier now. My heart keeps contracting uncontrollably against my will. Suddenly, it just stops pumping. The next thing I know, I collapse onto the grassy field heavily. When my consciousness is about to flicker to darkness, my mom finally walks over to me. But she merely kicks my arm with a frown on her face, and her tone remains glacial. "Stop playing dead. Get up right now." She doesn't realize that I can never open my eyes ever again. Isn't this great, Mom? No one will ever claim that you're biased toward your own child. I've used my life to prove how fair and just you are. You must be happy now, right?
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RAHASIA DI BALIK LAPTOP SUAMIKU

RAHASIA DI BALIK LAPTOP SUAMIKU

Semuanya berawal ketika Melda meminjam laptop Alif--suaminya, bermaksud hati untuk menyelesaikan pekerjaannya. Akan tetapi, tangan nakal Melda tak mau diam begitu saja. Terbukti darinya yang memiliki keinginan besar untuk mengotak-atik benda tersebut, hingga pada akhirnya sebuah hal mengejutkan terjadi. Amarah, rasa sakit, kecewa dan berbagai perasaan lainnya bercampur menjadi satu. Tak pernah Melda bayangkan, bila hal seperti itu akan menimpa dirinya, terlebih lagi setelah Melda tahu dengan siapa suaminya itu berkhianat. Melda sendiri memilih seorang putra yang bernama Panji dan dia memiliki seorang kekasih bernama Amel. Panji sangat setiap pada Amel, tak ragu dia mengantar jemput kekasihnya itu tiap pulang pergi sekolah. Dari awal, Melda sendiri tak terlalu menyukai Amel. Mengingat karena dialah, Panji sampai tak menghiraukannya dan memilih untuk berpacaran. Karena pengkhianatan itulah, Melda sampai nekat membongkar semua kebusukan Alif. Membuat pria hancur seketika. Namun, ada hal yang lebih mengejutkan lagi, di mana ternyata Panji sudah mengetahui soal perselingkuhan Ayahnya, sehingga meninggalkan trauma yang cukup dalam untuknya. Lantas, bagaimana cara Melda untuk membantu menyembuhkan trauma Panji dan bagaimana pula cara dia dalam menghadapi permasalahan yang ada di hidupnya. Lalu, bagaimana nasib Amel selanjutnya?
Rumah Tangga
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He Wouldn't Stop, Even After I "Died"

He Wouldn't Stop, Even After I "Died"

It's been five years since I started trying to win over Zachary Pierce. I even went so far as to have a child through IVF, hoping it would finally make him care. But no matter what I do, I can never reach 100 percent affection from him. It always stays at 99 percent. Sometimes it even drops lower. One day, exhausted and aching, I go looking for him. As I reach his room, I hear laughter coming from inside. "She still hasn't figured out the egg wasn't even hers. The moment the baby was born, Zach's affection score for her dropped to zero." "So what if she finds out? She should be grateful that her face looks so much like Yvonne's. Honestly, I'm done entertaining her. It's exhausting." At that moment, everything clicks. All the hope I've held onto, every sacrifice I've made, they were all just a joke. I turn away and say to the system, "End this for me. Send me to another world."
Short Story · Imagination
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