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He stooped to my level. "Now, listen to me" he commanded and I instantly looked up at him. "Rule number one, no screaming. No matter what I do to you, I must not hear a single noise. If I do, it would most definitely get worse" he said and my heart hammered in my chest. "Rule number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, or else, I will whip you repeatedly and make sure you're on the brink of death but just enough to keep you alive." He said with a wicked grin on his face. "Rule number three, follow those two rules" he said and got up. Out of the blue, he whipped me again and I screamed. I had never felt that much pain in my entire life. "Tsk tsk, you're a slow one" he said and I held my breath as I awaited the next whip. He whipped me again and I managed to stifle a scream. "Good girl" he said and went back to sit on his bed. "Now, strip." He ordered and I shakily got up and began to pull my clothes off my body. ... Kieran had a regular life until a ruthless Alpha turned it all upside down. She suffers and even gets rejected. What happens when she has a better second chance mate who is protective and the ruthless Alpha who made her life hell is butting into her life again?

My name is Greyson Langley-just call me Lang. I'm a heavy-metal band player who just back from a concert tour. On my Clofus campus, I reunited with my friends and my beautiful four crushes. Later, I heard about the largest prostitution complex in South East Asia was threatened by being evicted by the government. There, I met a prostitute with a golden voice with a dark past. So, I promised to free her from that despicable valley. Later, I found myself torn between five different women in five irreconcilable lives. The deeper I became involved in their lives, I catapulted into the intrigues of a world that threatens my life and may shatter my heart. And even my nation's democracy. One day, I found a diary written by my grandfather, which made me enlightened also threatened. Stranded amid love, danger, passion, and violence, I should choose between myself, my lover, or my nation. What I begin in compulsion now becomes my urgent need. Come, read my story ... If you dare! WARNING: This story contains adult, explicit, disturbing, and sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.

Avery is the daughter of a strong Alpha, however she is weak and is treated like a slave in her own pack, her father decides to send her to a supernatural academy that would help her grow past her weakness and even be able to shift, there she finds out that her roommate happens to be the Lycan's son, Alexander, the school's hottest bad boy who is an hybrid of a werewolf and a wizard as if that was not tensed enough, he happens to be her mate. He instantly disliked the fact that the goddess has chosen to punish him by giving him a weakling as a mate, he refused to reject her but he does not accept her either, instead, he decides to make her life miserable by bullying her by the day and torturing her by the night, also, making his witch mate seem like the better option.

Book one of The Fatebound Trilogy. Born under a prophecy. Raised in a nightmare. Chosen by the Moon Goddess to save them all. Zahra has spent her life starved, isolated, and hated — the unwanted daughter of her pack’s Beta. When her father finally snaps, attacking her with silver and wolfsbane, Zahra’s body breaks… but something inside her doesn’t. Her wolf. Pushed to the edge of death, Zahra’s first shift is violent and unconscious — triggered not by age, but by the desperate need to survive. And when the white fur surfaces, everything changes. Born under the rare Pink Moon, Zahra isn’t just a survivor. She’s the girl at the center of a forgotten prophecy — the one destined to bring back the extinct Lycans and unite the supernatural world against an ancient evil rising from the shadows. But Zahra’s no chosen princess. She's bruised, underestimated, and out for freedom, not fame. Now with a powerful wolf at her side, and a future tied to four unknown mates, she must train harder, dig deeper, and outfight anyone who thinks they can control her. Because destiny isn’t given. It’s claimed in blood and battle. Fierce, emotionally charged, and full of slow-burn legacy and bite, Zahra’s story is for anyone who’s ever been overlooked — and dared to rise anyway. Want to read more of Zahra and her journey? Here's the link for Book 2. Marked by Fate:https://www.goodnovel.com/book/Marked-by-fate_31001172761

Azmira tidak bisa melupakan pertemuan pertamanya dengan Yitno, pria yang ia temui di Kantor barunya. Yitno yang juga tertarik dengan Azmira tidak bisa melupakan sorot mata tatapan Wanita muda itu. Sama-sama terhalang oleh status pernikahan, akankah Azmira mampu memperjuangkan cintanya? Atau Azmira harus mampu menghapus rasa cinta itu demi menjaga rumah tangga Yitno?

Simon tiba-tiba dicampakan sang pacar demi pria yang lebih kaya. Namun, nasibnya tiba-tiba berubah ketika dia bertemu dengan Sandra, wanita yang dicampakkan juga seperti dirinya. Keduanya pun semakin dekat. Tapi, siapa sangka Sandra adalah cucu konglomerat yang akan membawa derajatnya naik?

"Push your cock in!" Ayra spoke, gawking at Alpha with the burning fire. Sweat of fright crawled within his skin, in the freezing cold night. Alpha Athen stared back blankly with an obvious hesitation flashing in front of his eyes. He hasn't yet forgotten how his ex turned to ashes as soon as his cock slipped into her. Acknowledging the limitations of his touches, he began to develop feelings for her. The carnal urge to pin her to the wall or take her down, left him restless and agitated. Will the Cursed Alpha ever be able to F**k the love of his life?

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.

* It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."