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She was only a tool in his mission and thirst for revenge, a tool he hated to the core. But what happens when his heart begins to choose for him. Stuck in between revenge and his heart what will he choose. Love or hate?.

Rejected by her Alpha mate, Lyra is claimed by his ruthless rival, awakening dangerous powers. Torn between past and present, love and revenge, she must choose her destiny as war, passion, and secrets collide.

Evelina Dray: I have spent years cataloging what Obscura wanted forgotten. Erased names. Broken prophecies. Bloodlines rewritten by fear. Knowledge is supposed to be neutral, but I’ve learned that every truth has a cost, and someone always bleeds for it. Draven Kael is not a secret I was meant to find. He is a weapon the world buried and prayed would stay buried. He should terrify me. He does. But fear has never stopped me from opening a door. The Interregnum believes I will choose safety. Obscura believes I will choose loyalty. They are wrong. I will choose the truth, even if it burns everything I am standing on. Draven Kael: They call me a monster because it’s easier than admitting they built me this way. I was forged to kill dragons, to end bloodlines, to erase problems before they learned how to scream. The Interregnum didn’t give me purpose. It gave me permission. Evelina Dray is not supposed to see me. She looks anyway. She doesn’t flinch when she learns what I am, what I’ve done, what I was designed to destroy. That makes her dangerous. That makes her mine. This war is not ending. Not here. Not now. And when the world finally tears itself open, it won’t be heroes who decide what survives. It will be the weapons that were never meant to love anything at all.

What would a girl do when she will be stuck in a situation where she could either save her dignity or her family? Would she get trapped in the hell of her blackmailer or would she choose the heaven of her lover?

While trying to survive from an abusive marriage, Diana Ross, an interning Editor, will have to question her love for her husband when she meets popular author Xavier Kings, who will turn her life around. It all started with just one night of passion. When Diana Ross finds peace, love and attention from playboy Xavier Kings, who's smitten by the married lady, will he choose to give up his career all for love and be the knight in shining armor to Diana? When her heart is forced to choose between her high school sweetheart turned abuser, or Xavier Kings while knowing that she might have to regret the part, where Xavier's career will be ruined because of her. What will Diana do? An affair that leads to nowhere, is it? Read to find out in this amazing story!

We don't choose the parents we are born to, neither do we choose our mate. Moonstone city is home to multiple werewolf clans cohabitating in an odd mixture of traditional werewolf beliefs and modern lifestyle. Ada King is the daughter of one of the most powerful Alphas and has been educated in manners, politics and cold-blooded decision making fit for the "princess" of the city. Everyone expects a typical life of being mated to another Alpha and becoming an influential Luna; however, what is not typical is that Ada not only searches for her mate for months but also rejects him in a conference room full of witnesses, and with a signed contract. Damien Sevach, furious of losing his mate in such a way, requests an ultimatum of "Mates with Benefits". He wants to learn what motivated Ada and what hides behind her perfect façade.

As they stood atop a cliff, the kidnapper held a knife to her throat, and the throat of his dream girl. “You can choose only one.”“I choose her,” the man said, pointing to his dream girl.Stella’s voice trembled as she said, “Weston… I’m pregnant.”Weston looked at her indifferently. “Gwen has a fear of heights.”Many years passed after that.Rumor had it that Ahn City’s prestigious Mr. Weston Ford was always lingering outside the house of his ex-wife, even breaking boundaries to pamper her, even if she would never bat an eyelid at him.Rumor had it that the night Stella brought a man home with her, Weston almost died at her door. Everyone was envious of Stella, but she smiled politely and said, “Don’t die at my door. I fear germs.”

Blaze Carson always wanted to run his club free of a mate, but when Maya opened her vet clinic, he felt the pull no other female could ignite in him. Will he choose her, or will he fight their mate bond.

"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals. His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth. The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it. 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it." He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.