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ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

Grace Hammond lost the most important person in her life, her grandmother, Juliet. Left with little beyond a failing farm and not much clue how to run it, she's trapped-- either she gives up three generations of roots and leaves, or she finds some help and makes it work. When a mysterious letter from Juliet drops a much needed windfall in her lap, Grace knows she has one chance to save the only place she's ever called home and posts a want-ad.The knight that rides to her rescue is Robert Zhao, an Army veteran and struggling college student. A first generation Korean American, Rob is trying desperately to establish some roots, not just for himself, but for the parents he's trying to get through the immigration process, a secret he's keeping even from his best friends. Grace's posting for a local handyman, offering room and board in exchange for work he already loves doing, is exactly the situation he needs to put that process on track.Neither is prepared for the instant chemistry, the wild sweet desire that flares between them. But life in a small town isn't easy. At worst, strangers are regarded suspiciously, and at best, as profoundly flawed-- and the Hammond women have a habit of collecting obscure and ruthless enemies. Can their budding love take root in subtly hostile soil and weather the weeds seeking to choke them out?

They say love is unpredictable—an unstoppable force that no one truly escapes. Some run toward it. Others run from it. Ted Allen belongs to the latter. A mafia heir like his father, Ted feared love more than bullets. It was messy. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. Just like everything he’s sworn to keep out of his life. But fate has other plans. When his kidnapped niece—his tiny mirror image—escapes her captors, she’s found by two strangers with pasts cloaked in secrets. One of them, Cookie Carlisle, a spirited runaway hiding in Italy from her twisted father, helps the child find her way home. That single act of kindness sets off a chain reaction neither of them could foresee. Because Cookie is about to find herself dragged into a war she knows nothing about… and Ted is about to meet the one woman who shatters every rule he’s built his empire on. She’s wild. Fearless. Addictive. And she’s not stopping until he’s hers. --- “I really doubt you’ll last long here,” River said. “Trust me. I won’t die yet.” Not until the big bad wolf with my name on his soul gets what’s coming to him. He hasn’t seen the last of me.

Ethan Hayes and I grew up together, but we ended up resenting each other for a lifetime. He blamed me for taking matters into my own hands, forcing his memories back, and causing his true love to jump off a building. I blamed him for going back on his word. He promised to love me forever, but after losing his memory, he fell for someone else. In the early stages of our ten-year marriage, we were as cold as strangers who knew each other too well. When I got diagnosed with ALS, everyone in town urged him to divorce me. He only carried me to a chapel, knelt among the burning candles for an entire day and night, and prayed for a miracle. On my deathbed, he held me through the night, his forehead against my cheek. "I've done my duty to you in this life," he whispered. "If there's a next one, I hope you don't make me remember. Just let me be with her." Tears slid down my face. I finally got it. I shouldn't have chained him down with our teenage love, dragging him through a whole life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I found Ethan. This time, I chose to let him be with his true love instead of waking his memories.

The day I announced I was quitting writing, the entire internet celebrated. Everyone except my girlfriend's rumored boyfriend, the famous mystery author, Bryan Vega. In a short video, he looked genuinely regretful. "This is all a misunderstanding. I’ve always admired Kobi’s work, and I hope he’ll come back for the sake of his readers." I turned off my phone and ignored him completely. In my previous life, the web novel I wrote was identical to the mystery novel he published. People online called me a plagiarist and wished death on my whole family. I tried to defend myself, posting my drafts, outlines, and timestamps. Yet, it didn't matter. The last edit timestamp on his document was ten minutes earlier than mine. Just those ten minutes destroyed me. The messages never stopped. Strangers flooded my inbox with insults. Some even showed up at my house and threw paint on the walls. Years of nonstop harassment dragged me into depression. My parents tried to clear my name, but obsessed fans hunted them down and murdered them using methods copied straight from his novel. In the end, on the very day his book won a major award, I sealed my windows and burned charcoal, ending my life. And then, I opened my eyes again. I had returned to the day my new book was supposed to be released.

When I returned from a mission, I found my Alpha mate, Wyatt, had tattooed his Beta's sigil next to our sacred mating mark. I cut my mission short, stormed back to the pack, and publicly declared my intent to Reject him. The mating mark is sacred, a symbol of two souls eternally bound. Desecrating it is the gravest insult to the Moon Goddess. Wyatt tore the rejection papers to shreds, casting them to the ground. Fury blazed in his wolfish eyes. "Over a sigil? You're tearing us apart over a meaningless symbol. Are you insane?" "Do I look like I'm kidding?" I sneered. "Fine. Let the Moon Goddess be your judge." The color drained from his face. "Faye, if you dare go through with this, I'll strip Rory of his birthright. He'll never be Alpha." "How could I be cursed with a mother like you? You're ruining my future as Alpha! I hate you!"My son, Rory, snarled from the side, his eyes burning with hatred. I looked at this father and son, who was now both strangers to me, and my heart turned to ash. My fingers tightened on my herb pouch. "The moment your father desecrated our mark," I said, my voice eerily calm, "I was already done with you."

A werewolf. A seer. A vampire. Aurora Wane thought she was just another high school junior with a painful past, until two strangers walked into her life and shattered everything she thought she knew. One is a brooding vampire with ice in his veins and secrets that bleed from his eyes. The other, a charming Australian werewolf with a gaze that makes her heart race and her soul ache. Both claim she's theirs. Both are right. But Aurora isn't just a girl caught between two powerful creatures. She's the last of her kind - a Seer born to rewrite destiny. As forgotten memories resurface and ancient enemies close in, Aurora must unravel the truth about who she is and what she’s meant to become. Torn between love, betrayal, and the haunting legacy of her parents’ deaths, Aurora’s world spirals when she discovers her bond isn’t just split between two, it’s fractured across time itself. An imprisoned soul calls to her in dreams, promising answers... and a new kind of power. Now, with war looming and the supernatural council watching her every move, Aurora must choose: surrender to fate, or rise and change it. Three mates. One girl. A war that could end them all. This is not the story of a girl finding love. It’s the story of a Seer reclaiming her throne.

The first time I saw Daniel, I did not think he would become the man who would change everything. It was a quiet evening, the kind where the sky looked tired and the wind carried the scent of rain. I had gone to the café only to escape my thoughts. Love and I had never been on good terms, and I had long decided that my heart was safer when it belonged only to me. Then he walked in. He wasn’t loud or dramatic. In fact, if you weren’t paying attention, you might have missed him completely. But there was something about the way he moved—calm, steady, like a man who understood the rhythm of life. When his eyes met mine, he smiled. Not the kind of smile men give when they want something from you. No. This one was different. It was warm, patient… almost like he already knew my story. I looked away quickly, pretending to read my phone, but my heart betrayed me. It beat faster, louder, as if it was whispering a secret I was not ready to hear. That night, I didn’t know his name. I didn’t know his voice. But somehow, in the quiet space between strangers, something had already begun. And before long, Daniel would teach me something I had spent years running from: What it truly means to love… and to be loved to the full.

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