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In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.

To save my wife, my lungs were pierced by a knife, leaving lasting consequences. When I fell ill and struggled to breathe, she said I was dramatic and went on a business trip with her childhood friend. When she returned, I found a man's underwear in her suitcase that did not belong to me. I calmly made the call: "Director, I've made up my mind. I'm going to assist in Avrika." Later, at the airport, she bent down, publicly lowering her head and begging for my forgiveness.

After my mother shot down my pleas to cover my medical bills the 100th time, I clutched my bone cancer diagnosis papers and trudged to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I muttered to the clerk. Half an hour ticked by before my parents and adopted brother arrived in their car. My dad, a forensic pathologist, cracked me across the face. "You're pulling a fake-death stunt now, just to steal the spotlight from your brother?" My mom, a hospital director, snatched the papers from my hands and shredded them into confetti. "Faking records using my credentials and tying up hospital resources? You've crossed the line!" My brother cried, tugging at their sleeves. "It's all my fault. I'll skip the amusement park forever. I don't need a thing. Just quit riling up Mom and Dad." I spun around, my hand pressed against my throbbing chest, and begged the crematorium staff. "Please, when it's time, cremate me and scatter the ashes in the river. I've got no family left in this world."

Hybrid: Claimed by the Alphas Lyra thought she was just an ordinary human—until the day everything changed. A sudden headache, a glimpse of a forgotten past, and an undeniable pull toward the two mysterious new boys at school. Ash and Aiden, twin werewolf Alphas, instantly recognize her as their mate, but there’s just one problem—Lyra doesn’t even know she’s a supernatural being. As she slowly uncovers the truth about her identity, she learns she’s more than just a werewolf. She’s a hybrid—half-wolf, half-demon—born of a forbidden love that put her life in danger from the moment she was born. But she’s not the only one who wants to discover her true potential. In the shadows, her ruthless uncle, Korvain, is hunting for her, determined to steal her power and crown himself the Demon King. With enemies lurking at every corner and a dangerous love triangle brewing, Lyra must choose—embrace the destiny that binds her to the twins, or risk losing herself to the darkness that calls to her blood. One girl. Two Alphas. An unstoppable bond. And a power that could change the supernatural world forever.

When Vynessa summons the demon Azaziel to exact revenge on those who wronged her, no one could have prepared her for the uproar that would become her life. She unknowingly unleashes a very powerful and very seductive force into her life that changes EVERYTHING. As Vynessa becomes more and more entwined with Azaziel, she must confront the darkness within herself and decide whether to wallow in her past and deep depression, or finally become what her name depicts; A glass of wine for a God.

Logan has been on the run since she can remember. Having witness her parents death, Logan knows that she can't trust anyone and nowhere is safe. Never staying in one place too long, she accidentally runs across a bar just for the demon kind, her kind, and from the looks that she's getting, is telling her to run. Xander is the king of the underworld. Having step foot into the role when his parents died at 13, he's never had a normal childhood, let alone a girlfriend. When Xander turned 21, the demon elders paid him a visit to inform him that if he isn't mated by the end of this year, he'll be overthrown and his younger brother, Axel, will take the thrown with his mate, Nicole. Xander asks his adviser to seek out a suitable mate, someone as powerful as him. His adviser tells him of Logan, of her secret abilities, and how she's untamed and the most aggressive female not mated yet. Xander takes one look at Logan and falls head over heels for her, but will she agree? sh

Hannah,; an angel of God, meets Garin; a demon from hell while on an assignment on Earth. The two of them hated each other at first but later, they fell in love. God and The Devil were angry and disapproved of their union and as punishment, stripped them of their power, immortality, and potency and cast them away to the Earth to live as mortals. Centuries passed but the lovers' bond was so strong that it lived on throughout multiple lifetimes as they both were reincarnated and reunited every generation. The lovers meet again in the 21st century and their love attempts to be rekindled but the Devil makes a bet with God that whichever of them breaks the cycle of the love chain between their creations would dominate both heaven and hell. Will either God or The Devil succeed in breaking the cycle of the lovers' chain OR will their love prove to be too strong for even God and The Devil to break? And what other being might threaten the world they live in?

My wife has an emotional breakdown after being violated. She insists I'm the one who orchestrated it, but both our parents know her true love is the actual culprit. Still, they don't object to her insane retaliation. They even have me locked up in a prison abroad. As I'm tormented, she sells my company to help her true love get away scot-free. Ultimately, he's set free, but I die without even having a final resting place. When a judge informs her to collect my body, she sneers and says, "I've had enough of this nonsense. Does he think he can get away with a fake corpse? I won't even bat an eye if his body is flushed down the drain! He's nothing but a disgusting criminal!" Later, she realizes that I've truly died. She's delighted, but her laughter soon turns to tears as she holds my corpse.

On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, is nowhere to be found until late at night. Beside myself with worry, I, Seth Lloyd, frantically reach out to our mutual friends and even consider calling the police. Suddenly, I come across a post about her from her assistant, Callum Cox. "My manager came over to discuss some plans, but the door lock suddenly broke. Does this mean we're going to be stuck in the same room tonight? I can't help feeling a little excited." When I like the post, Jean immediately calls me, furious. "Don't you have any idea how much I earn in a year? Just one day of my lost income would cover what you make in a whole week. "All I did was skip that stupid engagement party, and you start acting all snide. I don't have time to deal with your stingy relatives." My mom, Teresa Whitfield, stays silent, her eyes sweeping over the gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and several property transfer deeds in the private room. With a forced smile, she asks, "Seth, have all these wedding gifts we've prepared embarrassed you?" I sneer, caressing the keys to the luxury car I'm about to give Jean. "No, it's me who's being too generous to her."

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.