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In a drought-ravaged apocalypse, I kept our entire apartment block alive with my “watermaker” ability. But when I grew weak, my neighbors shattered my limbs and turned me into a living water source. Later, when raiders stormed in, they dragged me out to take the blade for them, only to realize that even my severed arms could still produce water. So, they shouted about “saving humanity,” then shoved me into the crowd and fled in the chaos. People rushed forward one after another, tearing at my flesh. But I didn’t die. What was left of me fell into the hands of a monster, and I was subjected to inhuman torment day after day. Ten years later, when the apocalypse finally ended, that monster tossed me into an incinerator. Only then did I die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment I first awakened my ability, just as my neighbor knocked on the door, begging for water.

Maya had been searching the busy streets of Hungary in hunt for jobs under the scorching sun. After so many turn downs. She finally gave up her dream of becoming an accountant. She was wandering the streets after the last turn down when she saw a billboard with a job ad. The job was totally different from what she wanted to do but she had to survive. By hunting down predators. They called it. 'What kind of predators? Dangerous ones?'. She thought. She frowned at the ad as she read the tiny inked letters, her mind was running faster than her brain. A pain jolted through her fragile body due to overstressing herself She shook her head then retraced into the crowd after taking note of the address. 'they won't make us do things that'd hurt us'. If only she knew that wishes don't come true.

"Two hundred pieces of gold." I whipped my head in the direction of the voice. It was sexy and authoritative. "No. Make it three hundred pieces of gold. I want that woman." The crowd gasped. My eyes frantically looked for that person and came face to face with a man whose hair reminded me of the ashes after burning the wood. His gray eyes bore into mine. 'Mine,' my wolf uttered. "Going once. Twice. Thrice. Sold!" Master Henderson was all smiles. "The item goes to His Majesty King Elio. You will never regret it, Your Majesty." King Elio? I knew that name. The Lycan King was my mate? ------------------------------- Flora was desperate to look for Sabrina, her sister who was suddenly missing five years ago. She believed it had something to do with the Lycan King. 'Cause why not? Their cruel custom of selling or killing unmated she-wolves every five years started because of the Lycan King.

After a tragic accident stole both his sight and the woman he loved, Caius Hale Vellaro learned to survive through sound alone. Music became silent, and his mansion became a prison of echoes and memory. When Krixaine Syrish Aifeo arrives as a quiet maid, she never suspects that her soft humming carries the same voice that once guided him through the dark. To her, it is only a habit. To him, it is grief breathing again… and miracle awakening. Will her voice save his frozen heart— or will they both fall for the comfort they never meant to find?

Isabella, a self-proclaimed "goody two shoes", has always preferred the comfort of her room and romance novels to the unpredictability of real-life relationships. Convinced that men are crazy, she's resigned to living through her fantasy world. However, her mundane life is disrupted after a one-night stand with a drop-dead gorgeous playboy. But their secret tryst takes a complicated turn when Isabella discovers that her mystery lover is none other than her mother's fiancé's son. Dive into the world of Isabella as she navigates this messy web of love, family, and secrets.

Dante Perez was on top of the world. Or so everyone thought as they looked at the young billionaire. Haunted by the memories of his past, he shuts everyone out of his beyond messed up life. It was all possible, until he met innocent Athena Williams who had her fair share of demons. Struggling to keep up a front with her parents and messed up boyfriend, she finds comfort in the arms of Dante. That was until his past came back to haunt them both. The last thing Athena expects happens; finding love in the broken. But is the broken capable of falling in love?

Aria's life takes an unexpected turn when she moves to Orlando, leaving behind the comfort of her old home and the familiarity of her friends. Thrust into a new environment, she quickly realizes that fitting in is easier said than done. Bullied by the popular clique and struggling with her own insecurities, Aria finds solace in the unlikely friendship of Roxy, a vibrant and loyal spirit who becomes her anchor in the storm. But can Aria fit in? Can she overcome her past? Will she be able to find love through the storm?

For bubbly Dahlia Moretti, Theseus Ferrari was more than just a crush; he was an obsession, a silent inspiration that fueled her days. After years of adoration, their worlds finally collided, and a passionate love affair began. But even the strongest bonds can break. Now, with their story abruptly ended, Dahlia stands at a crossroads. Has the breakup irrevocably tainted her once-innocent heart? Will she chase after the echoes of their past, or will a new comfort lead her away? Can a love once so vibrant ever find its way back home?

She told one little lie… and it changed everything. When Alina catches her longtime boyfriend cheating with her own stepsister, no less—humiliation isn't even the half of it. In a desperate moment of pride and pain, she lies. Boldly. Recklessly. “I wasn’t that faithful either,” she says. “I’ve been seeing someone too… Aiden Blackwood.” It’s a name that stops everyone cold. Only problem? She doesn't know him. Not even a little. What was supposed to be a petty lie to save face spirals out of control when she's expected to prove her relationship with the elusive, powerful, and notoriously untouchable billionaire, Aiden Blackwood. Just when she’s about to be publicly shamed, the crowd parts, and the man himself shows up. With a smirk that melts every doubt, he wraps an arm around her waist, and lean in close; “Hey, wifey, did I keep you waiting too long?”

The day I married Vincent Sorrentino, Lena, the Sorrentino family’s adopted daughter, threatened to jump off the steeple of the family church. Vincent left me standing at the altar in my custom wedding gown, no hesitation, just bolted after her. With every New York crime boss, politician, and oligarch staring at me, I looked out at the crowd and said loud and clear: “Any man who walks up here right now and says ‘I do’? I’ll marry you.” Three years later, Vincent was back into the Sorrentino family’s Long Island estate, Lena on his arm. I was sitting on the leather couch in the main living room, watching my favorate TV show. Vincent’s eyes locked on my huge pregnant belly, his jaw tight, growling through his teeth: “Whose bastard is in there?” I took a sip of orange juice, curled my lip into a smile, and said: “It's a Sorrentino baby, of course.”