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Naomi has been cast out for 15 years, the pack has rejected and abused her. 5 days away from her 18 birthday something changes, a large grey and white wolf feels the instant need to protect her and he steals her away to the North Alphas pack. As soon as she lays eyes on the North Alpha Alec her soul becomes whole. But can Alec get over that Naomi doesn't look like a Alphas Queen? can he save the young queen from the ruthless attacks from those in power? Can he save her from herself? and make her feel a love shes hasn't felt since her farther hid her? Enjoy the ride, all puns intended. 🌶🌶🌶

With a large pack and the duty of the gods on her shoulders Drew is becoming all her parents had ever dreamed, a leader, an enforcer, a punisher. Heavily set in her role and the responsibilities of her pack, Drew is not one to relinquish her control, at least not without a fight. Arden is no stranger to being walked on, over looked, and taken for granted, but eight years ago, he made a decision that would change the course of his life. Now a rogue from the Tracker pack; the world, the forest, is his to roam. Finally free of the shackles of conformity and a degrading caste system, Arden is set on a track that will intertwine his path with an overachieving, strong willed, stubborn Alpha female. Can they grapple the challenges one another bring forth and become one of a whole as the goddess believes, or will they destroy one another trying.

At the New Year’s team-building event, the intern, Lilith Woods, did not obtain my approval and changed our suburban trip to a seven-day tour of Baline. “Mr. Lucian Stone, I hear a change of scenery can really spice things up. Don’t lock up tonight. I’ll come by for a deep dive into our collaboration.” She pretended to be drunk and fell into my arms while slipping the room key into my pocket in the process. To avoid suspicion, I did not return to the hotel. However, in the middle of the night, the police called me in for questioning—someone had reported a dine-and-dash. Only then did I realize that the reserved budget of $100,000 for the accommodation had long since been exceeded. Lilith had upgraded their room to a presidential suite, feasted on high-end seafood buffets, and even used company funds to buy luxury handbags! When I showed up at their private room, the interns were still casually taking king crabs and several unopened bottles of the Macallan Whisky with them. “Mr. Stone, you’re just in time. Could you please settle the bill?” Lilith looked utterly righteous as she said this with a grin. “Young people like us make mistakes, while adults help to pay the price. You’re not exactly short on cash, anyway. Just think of it as buying my happiness.” I stared at the $700,000 bill and paid it in silence. The next day, the payment invoices made their grand entrance in the group chat, accompanied by my pinned message. [Upon financial review, this team-building event does not meet reimbursement criteria. All expenses will be shared equally among the seven participants.] [Each person will need to pay $100,000, payable immediately. If payment needs to be deferred, please print the proof and submit it to the President’s Office.]

Everyone is talking about the private assistant of the CEO. She looks beautiful, mysterious, and strong. No one can tell that once, she was as fragile as a bird. All she was asking for was a peaceful death, for she found her life hopeless: After discovering she had cancer, poor Flora had only six months left. So she decided to let go of her abusive family and mafia boss husband Jack Black, to live her last days peacefully. Yet she got captured and tortured to death by her maniac husband. "Finally! That ugly child is gone!" Said the vicious stepmother at the funeral of Flora. But here she appears again as the precious protégée of Claude Knightly, the wealthiest billionaire in the city! That cruel and cold CEO is hiding a dark secret and a horrible goal. Flora knows that once he captures her, it will be the point of no return when everything she wants is a peaceful death! Will Flora be able to get her peaceful death? Or will fate push her to run away, survive, revenge, fight, and live the life she deserves? __________________________ "The south is owned by Claude, the north by Jack. And both want you!" "This is your last chance to escape Flora! Otherwise, you will be mine forever!" "I came searching for you. And no one can take you away from me, my babydoll. You can run, but never hide" "I will drink the blo*d of him, who dares hurt a finger of my precious girl!" "I love you Flora. I love your tears, your cries, your laugh, your smiles. I adore everything about you. And tonight, I want you in my bed. I will print that silky body of yours, and make you my bride"

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

Hazel's bloodline is considered cursed anywhere her father has trekked before. Her surname is well-known, even if her face isn't, and when everyone is so scared of your family that you don't even have the chance to change their minds, life becomes lonely. It is a minor additional inconvenience that Hazel is also human, only perpetuating the stigma around her family more. When she ends up in unfamiliar territory searching for a world in which no one knows her, she comes across the exact opposite and is captured by a group of wolves belonging to a large pack. What she finds in the pack is a beautiful alpha with an eye for her, destined for her by the Moon Goddess's wise hand... ... but also a man hell-bent on making sure she does not fall into making the same mistakes as her infamous sister.

Abandoned by her mother, Vivian worked alone to raise her younger brother. Determined to change her life, Vivian becomes a cunning schemer when targeting Jaime Miro, heir to a fortune worth millions of dollars and a large company. When Jaime falls in love with Vivian and marries her, her life becomes tense when she discovers that the mother who abandoned her before is now Jaime's stepmother, and is about to become her mother-in-law. Vivian takes advantage of her marriage to get her way, but when Jaime discovers she only married him for money, the peace in the house is destroyed, and she is thrown out. That night, a fire broke out at Vivian's apartment complex. Jaime thinks she's dead, but two years later she reappears, will he get revenge?

Madison Macaulay had to save her mother and for that, she needed a lot of money. She didn't exactly have a perfect life and as she was still paying off her student loans, there was no way to get her hands on such a large amount of money. Adam Maxwell is a rich young CEO, who always wanted to have it his way. He is a narcissist and never really puts many thoughts into others' emotions. A wrong decision in a business deal causes his company to be on the brink of closing up and the only person who could save him was his father. Is he willing to let go of his pride to ask his father for help and accepts his father's condition to marry within a month? We'll just have to see how fate brings Madison and Adam into a twisted romance.

Phil tormented by horrifying nightmares discovered a mysterious book about dreams during his 13th birthday. Stalked by abominations and monstrous entities in his dreams Phil looked for solutions until he finds an answer. Learning how to journey in his sleep Phil carelessly dove down and arrived at the Abyss of Dreams. Peering down the abyss Phil saw a gigantic creature imprisoned, the large creature felt Phil’s presence and as it was about to open its eye Phil woke up. As days went by strange things happen as people around the city where Phil lived mysteriously fell into coma. Can he solve the mystery of the people who fell in a coma? What is his connection in this accident? Find out more in the story Whispers of the Void What Lurks Beneath the Abyss: The Prisoner in the Abyss of Dreams.

“Stop this.” I so desperately wanted to die of embarrassment as the heat and dampness from my panties brushed against my skin. My worry that he would see my soaked underwear was outright replaced by his large palm coming down on my poor, innocent bare flesh. I howled in more fury than pain this time, the insult to my pride feeding that fury. “My house, my rules. And this body of yours is now mine. So my body, my rules.” “You... you don’t own my body.” I managed to stutter, but that only earned me another round of punishment. “My body, my rules,” he said again, and this time I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as hard as I could. “Are we clear?” “Yes."