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“We’ll be coming for you. Everyone and anyone who harmed her. Now run while you can.” Imprisoned for the crime she didn’t commit, Nyra Tahira wouldn’t just give up the throne that was rightfully hers, even if it would cost her her life. When her father died without naming the true successor, and was pinned as the murderer, she was imprisoned and had to be married off to a ruthless alpha. Nyra does whatever it takes to escape. But on her wedding day, a random rogue leader, Creed Velementov, the “Ravager” who kills mercilessly, kidnaps her from her cell. Things just got complicated as he created another chaos. Nyra smooth talks her way out and with Velementov trying to create an army to overtake his alpha uncle, it was more than complicated. Now as Velementov prisoner, Nyra couldn’t help but seduce her way out and reverse their roles. Both banished and exiled, Nyra finds her new life close to Creed. The two are now a forced to be reckoned with, avenging their suffering as the exiled mates. And with their getting closer, what happens when Nyra’s supposed mate tries to steal her back? And when a war breaks out, how can Nyra stop herself from killing her beloved mate?

Born a servant, hunted for a legacy she never knew she had, Khalifa’s life is about to ignite in flames of betrayal, prophecy, and blood. Marked with the red crescent of the Warrior Moon, she carries the secret of the lost House Rashad, a royal lineage destroyed in a war no one dares speak of. When assassins strike under the cover of night and the Temple of the Moon burns to the ground, Khalifa is thrust into a dangerous world of conspiracies, treacherous alliances, and secrets that could shatter the kingdom. Prince Louis, noble and battle-worn, is forced to protect her, but every glance hides suspicion, every gesture carries weight, and every decision could mean life or death. Khalifa must learn to wield the skills she never knew she had, confront the ghosts of her family’s past, and navigate a labyrinth of spies and traitors. Shadows move in every corner, enemies wear faces of friends, and betrayal comes from where she least expects it. As the prophecy unravels, Khalifa realizes the ultimate choice is hers alone: embrace her destiny and claim the throne, or risk the destruction of all she loves. Loyalties will fracture, hearts will break, and the line between survival and sacrifice will blur. In a world where every sword could be the one to pierce her heart, the fate of the kingdom rests in the hands of a girl who never asked to be royal.

She was running from hell. He found her and swore to protect her with his life. Elaine manages to escape her abusive fiancé, but an accident leaves her with no memory at Crescent Pack. There she meets Alpha Arsel Dubois, the most feared man on the continent, whose electric gaze takes her breath away. Arsel knows Elaine is his mate and vows to protect her from whatever she was running from. They have no idea that danger is approaching in the worst way possible and that ancient secrets will change everything. Elaine is not only Arsel's mate, but she is also the key to his power. And she is the one who can unleash the destruction the world has always feared.

Beta Max and I were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to register our marriage. We were just waiting to take the final photo when he got a phone call and left. He abandoned me right there at the marriage registration office, leaving me stuck in an impossible situation. I called him—no answer. I messaged him—no reply. In the end, I had no choice but to call his childhood sweetheart’s number. Beta Max answered. “Louis, can you stop being so annoying? Grace twisted her ankle—I need to take care of her today. Stop calling and waking her up. We’ll reschedule the registration.” I bit my lip and murmured into the phone, “This makes it the seventh time we’ve rescheduled.” “So what? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn’t going anywhere—it’s not like it’s going to disappear!” My face was blank, but it felt like my heart was being carved open. A staff member looked at me with pity and asked, “Alpha Louis, are we still doing this?” I gave a small nod. “Yes. Let’s go through with it.”

Her stepsister and boyfriend were secretly collecting their marriage certificate within the Civil Affairs Bureau. At the same time, she was looking at a man that had gotten dumped just like her outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. “Sir, we have both been dumped. Why don’t we register for a marriage certificate as well?” “Alright.” “Sure.” “Deal!” An improper couple like them got along well, but they were also both scumbags. He showered her with love in front of everyone else, but he did not show her any love when no one was around. After their divorce, he was left soulless and dejected. He suddenly came to a realization and embarked on a long journey to pursue his wife.Skyler Moore: Wifey, come home with me! Jocelyn White: Let me correct you. I’m your ex-wife! We do not share a home as well!Skyler Moore: In that case, return everything that you have stolen from me!Jocelyn White: What did I steal?Skyler Moore: My heart! Jocelyn White: …She received a huge shock. She almost thought that he wanted to take their son away.

For centuries, the Sky Border has kept werewolves and humans gifted with magic apart. Its ruthless Watchers uphold the most sacred law of Parlem—hybrids must never exist. Jade doesn’t know what she is. She only knows something wild and untamed lives inside her. One night, it takes over, robbing her of consciousness. When she wakes—bruised, aching, and surrounded by a group of armed men—she realizes she’s being hunted for a crime she doesn’t even remember. Then Kema saves her—a golden-eyed Watcher with a godlike beauty that steals her breath. He offers her a single path to survival: to hide what she is, she must join the Watchers and survive their hellish training. But as Jade hones her fire magic, the pull between them grows dangerous and undeniable. When the truth of her birth is finally revealed, so is a secret dark enough to start a war between werewolves and humans. Now, Jade is worth more dead than alive. If she runs, they’ll find her. If she fights, she might lose herself. But one thing is certain—she isn’t dying for anybody. Maybe Kema.

On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Aelara watches the man she has loved since childhood drive a blade through her heart and say her sister's name as he does it. She dies on the ballroom floor making one wish — not for revenge, not for answers, just the day before everything was decided. The day before she chose wrong. Fate listens. Because Aelara is not just a king's daughter. She is the Goddess of Fate and Life, and even dying, her power answers her own prayer. Reborn to the morning of the choosing ceremony, she faces four suitors and a kingdom that expects her to name Caelan Dray the God of Conquest, the man who will one day kill her. She does not. She names Riven Ashveil, the quiet, unbothered God of Sovereignty who has spent nine years showing up for her in every way that mattered and never once asking for anything back. No one understands the choice. Caelan does not grieve it. He starts watching her instead. And Lysa, her half-sister and Caelan's secret lover, goes very still. What follows is not a simple love story. It is a slow war for a kingdom, a throne, and a goddess's life fought in corridors and courtrooms and dark divine channels by two people who believed they were owed something and could not accept that they were wrong. Riven is the most powerful god in the kingdom. But power means nothing if you do not know what is coming for you. Aelara knows. She died once already. She is not dying again.

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This book contains feral mate bonds, primal claiming, blood-soaked org*sms, and possessive men who do not share well but are about to learn they have too as the first Triad mate bond in millenniums though just to be a myth is about to tie them all together. If the words “bite,” “knot,” and “mine” make your toes curl, welcome home baby. Bloodbound: The Vampire Trials They told her the Trials were to prove her worth. They didn’t mention the blood-drenched battles… The savage power pulsing under her skin… Or the three dangerously obsessed men who’d be fated to crave her like a curse. Valkhara came to win and nothing else. But surviving means enduring brutal magical Trials, evading death at every turn, and resisting the feral hunger clawing through her bond. Sevrin: the cold, brutal vampire king with eyes like stormclouds and a voice that commands along with magic that can control blood Azric: the mind-reading menace who whispers her filthiest thoughts right back to her. Daxos: a war god wrapped in smoke and muscle, made to mark, knot, and conquer. Each one touches a different part of her soul. Each one claims her in ways she never saw coming. And the deeper they sink in, the more power she unlocks. But this isn’t just about lust or love, it’s about vengeance, destiny, and ripping the truth from the council’s cold, dead hands. Because Valkhara isn’t just bonded. She’s becoming unstoppable. Other Info

Christopher Grayston only wanted to marry to stop his grandfather from asking him to remarry. As a result, he married a girl he met outside civil affairs. He wanted to marry someone with whom they would never consummate their marriage. So he settled for a young girl he had just met standing outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, knowing full well that he wouldn't touch her because she was just a girl. Camila Mendoza fit the bill since she was young, though she was a temptress without even trying. The two signed the marriage certificates and went their separate ways. However, 3 months down the line, fate brought them together. Camila saved a kid and later learned that the boy she saved was her husband's son. Camila never cared about how her whore of a husband conducted his life until she met his son. Everything was fine till his ex-wife came stumbling back into his life. A man who is always making headlines about his sex life and a wife on a mission. Who would triumph?