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Aria Bennett thought she was just an ordinary college girl—until one reckless dare changed her life forever. Beneath the abandoned crypt of her university, she awakens Lucian D’Arcanis, an ancient vampire cursed into eternal slumber. The moment her blood touches his coffin, she is marked, her soul bound to his, her body craving a darkness she doesn’t understand. Now Aria is trapped between worlds. The Hunters, sworn to kill vampires, warn her that Lucian will destroy her. Lucian, ruthless and mesmerizing, swears she belongs to him and will never escape. And her own bloodline, tied to witches and curses, holds secrets powerful enough to either save her… or doom them all. Every heartbeat drags her deeper into a dangerous obsession. Every kiss burns hotter than fire. And every choice could mean the difference between survival and eternal damnation. She wanted a normal life. Instead, she’s the key to an ancient war… and the unwilling bride of the most dangerous vampire alive. Will she destroy him, or surrender to the mark that makes her his forever

I find out I'm about two months pregnant before my wedding. Luke Logan drunkenly caresses my belly and half-jokes, "I'm not ready to be a father, Summer. Can we not keep the baby?" My heart is calm. I say softly, "Sure." In my past life, I insisted on keeping the child. Meanwhile, Riley Richards had an accidental miscarriage, making it difficult for her to conceive again. Luke held a grudge against me for that and treated me coldly after we married. As for the son that I put one foot in the coffin to bring into this world, he, too, cried and fussed. He wanted Riley to be his mother. Later, I got into an accident and suffered from significant blood loss. However, Luke and our son merely hurried past me to be with Riley as she went into labor. I slowly bled to death on the floor above, while Luke and our son celebrated the birth of Riley's child on the floor below. Now that I've been reborn, I won't lose sight of myself and take the wrong path again. I call Eric Nottingham. "I'll join the expedition team to Glacia."

Vanessa, a timid yet strong she-wolf decides to take a job as the personal maid to the Prince Alpha Noah to save enough to pay back a money lender her family is deeply indebted to. She was determined to keep it strictly professional, but when she looks into his eyes and her nose tingles with his musky aroma, will she be able to keep that promise? She falls head first for a playboy who loved seeing the color rise in her cheeks and her eyes flutter with lust. He thought he could never fall in love, let alone with a commoner. When she wanted him to mate with her, he rejected her. Dejected, Venessa returns home but her journey to love was hardly over. The money lender, in the shape of a tall, mysterious man appears and he intends to collect his debt in kind. He wants Vanessa. How will the over-possessive Noah react to another man claiming who he thought belonged only to him, to be played and toyed with as he wished? Vanessa has the two most powerful and handsome men fight tooth and nail for her...who will she choose?

The day I signed the divorce papers, I voluntarily gave up custody of my daughter. Because that day, in the courtroom, she clung to her father’s neck, sobbing with all the fury a six-year-old could muster: “You don’t even love me… do you? If you leave Daddy, I’ll stay with him… and you’ll be all alone forever!” In my past life, I had ignored her childish threats. I fought tooth and nail for her custody. I poured every ounce of myself into raising her. And yet… she spent her entire life hating me. Not once did she ever call me “Mom” until the day I died. On her wedding day, she even invited her father’s mistress to the stage to give a speech of thanks. Now, opening my eyes again, seeing that same cruel little face staring back at me, I simply nodded. “I don’t care.” After all… I never wanted a daughter like her anyway.

"Cry, Mermaid!" a sharp lash sliced into my back, forcing a yelp from my lips. Screams and sobs surrounded me on all sides, but no one would save me. Strong hands caught me beneath my arms and yanked me from the water. It was time for Tail Cut. The operation lasted hours. I felt every last slice of their blades, every new tendon sewn into my muscles and nail hammered into my bones. I screamed. I begged. I begged for them to stop, for them to kill me, just ended the pain. --- I have a secret, I am a mermaid. I should live in the ocean, but my tail was cut and I only owned legs. After escaping to Asterion, I hid my identity. I thought I could finally live a peaceful life, until that day I met the famous bad boy, the future Alpha, Caspian. --- I felt a strange prickling on the back of my neck. I spun around just in time to see Caspian prowling towards me through the darkened wings, his blue eyes positively glowing. Sharp white teeth flashed as Caspian's lips unfurled into a lethal grin, "Hello Mate."

I was dying of kidney failure. Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive— found me a donor. But the price… was her. Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us, smiled as she set her terms: “Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.” He agreed. He said it was just to save me. But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online was another nail in my coffin. Each time the surgery drew near, she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise. And Henry believed her. He always believed her. The night my heart flatlined on the operating table, he was across the city, feeding her grapes under candlelight, whispering her name—the name of the woman who had let me die. When he finally learned the truth—that every tear she shed was rehearsed, every promise she made was poison— he destroyed everything. Her lies. Her wealth. Her family name. His own empire. But none of it brought me back.

"...there will be no other men, I'm a very possessive stalker..." he breathed his words heavily while biting my ear. "Luka...please..." I moaned my words and thrust my hips as his fingers pleased me, taking me higher with each stroke. "Say it...say that you will be mine..." My mind was clouded by lust, but somehow I knew that I was already his. that I wanted no one else since he kissed me. "...yours, I will be yours, I am yours..." my hand caressed his hair and he was back to kissing my lips. ***** Olga, you're his daughter,you're the heiress,you're coming back to him. That was the nail to my coffin. That was my fate. That was my doom. Luka,she's the boss's daughter,she's way above your league,she's never going to fall for you. That was the ugly truth. That was the reality. That was the fact. She's a player He's a nerd How will the two struggle? How will their love flourish? How will their relationship grow? Olga: I'm not sure with the title though... I'm perfectly nice and loving. Luka: Why do you need to state the V thing author? As if being a geek is not enough?

A marriage based on blackmail. A contract signed with blood. And a man who follows his own rules. When feisty, impulsive Ciara Moretti is lured into the perilous world of the Romano Mafia, her life is upended quickly. Her father's betrayal has sold her to the highest bidder: Luca Romano, the brutal and demanding Mafia boss. Cold, arrogant, and sinfully dangerous. Luca does not want a wife; he wants a pawn. A beautiful shield to protect his empire. However, Ciara is not the frail doll he expected. She's stubborn, sharp-tongued, and ready to fight tooth and nail for her freedom. Unfortunately, the more she resists, the more Luca wants to own her.   The mansion may be her jail, but it is the fire between them that is most threatening. However, the lines get increasingly hazy the more she battles. She is enraged and at the same time drawn to his dominance, uneasy by his presence, and most terrified by the boiling tension between them. Ciara must make a choice in a realm of darkness where love is a weakness and loyalty is deadly. Either resist the Mafia boss's dangerous pull or give in to him entirely. *Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday*

Our blood-oath ceremony was on the horizon. But my fated mate, Darius, told me he had to forge a blood bond with another woman. Livia. He claimed her life force was unraveling. That without his blood, she would fade to nothing. I fought him. But the next day, he moved Livia directly into the Prince's Chambers in the Coven’s castle. That was the suite reserved for the future Prince’s mate. My suite. He tried to soothe me, sinking to his knees, his crimson eyes pleading. “Once she’s stable, I swear I’ll break the bond. You are my only eternity. You always will be.” But then Livia found me. She showed me the fresh, golden mark on her wrist—the symbol of an Eternal Bond. They had already completed the sacred rite. Long before Darius ever confessed to me. My heart shattered to ash. I dragged my nail across the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our blood-oath ceremony. Then I opened the encrypted message from the Vienna Coven Academy. “I accept. I’ll leave on the day of our ceremony.”

Dean Romero is not your average Tiger Shifter. He is the king or the Neta of the Island Stripe Pride, operating out of Manhattan. Wanting to avoid the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, this Neta elects to spend Christmas at his newly built cabin in a remote section of the Pine Barrens just outside of Maccon City, New Jersey. A town notorious among supernaturals for its Shifter ties. Violet Martinez is a nail technician stuck working on the holidays. Asked to make a house call she has no choice but to drive to an important client’s house on Christmas Eve. She’d much rather be at home curled up with her favorite mug full of steaming spiked hot chocolate and a marathon of old black and white movies to keep her company. Resigned to her fate, she heads out in the wintry weather which has made the drive nearly impossible. Halfway there, Violet’s car spins out on a lonely stretch of road and she slams into a tree, hitting her head on the dashboard. Passing out in the cold with a head injury was not on Violet’s Christmas list, but good thing there’s a Tiger king who just happens to be out for a run nearby. When Dean gets a whiff of Violet’s sugar cookie scent all bets are off. This Neta wants her for his own, but will the dark-haired beauty accept him and agree to be his bride this Christmas?