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"First thing I thought about this morning was going to your room and fucking you right next to Wolf so he'd stay away from you." He lifted me off the floor with insulting ease, and in one second, I was back on the chair, my arms still tied behind my back. He pushed my thighs backwards so I was completely open and exposed. "Decker— nnngghh!" My eyes blacked out as his cock started thrusting into me. "That's not what you're supposed to call me, baby," He said as he kept pushing in. "Look at me. I want to see you." I did. Decker Kane looked like he was seconds away from combusting, and then he rasped out like he was about to die. "You're so fucking beautiful." Then he kissed me. --- I've been in love with Decker Kane since I turned eighteen and realized every filthy dream I had at night was about him. He's my father's best friend. The Vice President of the Iron Clad Kings. Seventeen years older than me, and completely off-limits. So I ran. Tried to be normal. Tried to want someone else. Three years later, I'm back. Baseball bat in hand, engagement destroyed, and my body burning for the only man I've ever truly wanted. Decker can keep fighting it. But I'm going to make the Reaper King break. And when he finally claims me... I'll be exactly what I was always meant to be. Property of Reaper King. ——— Trigger Warnings: This book contains mature themes including: violence, explicit sexual content, death, mentions of drug addiction, toxic family dynamics, and morally grey protagonists. Reader discretion is advised.

Adwith a cold-hearted CEO to the whole world. He is only soft and Loveable to his sister. The one who makes everyone plead in front of him on their knees can run behind his sister to feed her. The one who can make everyone beg for mercy can say sorry to his sister. He loves her too much. We can say she is his life. Aanya the girl who was pampered by her brother to the core where he can even bring anything on this earth within 5 minutes after she asked for it. She was a princess to him. In Front of him, she was crazy and still behaves like a kid whereas, to the outer world, she is a Xerox copy of Ishaan. Cold-hearted and reserved. She never mingles with anyone much. She doesn't have many best friends except for one girl. For her, the first priority is her brother. He is her best friend, father, mother, and caretaker. He is a guardian angel to her. What made Adwith hate his sister? Will they both patch up again? To know, come and read my story.

I sat in the driver's seat as the GPS chimed, "You've arrived at Northpoint Corp. Check-in successful." I looked up. Graves. Nothing but graves. My phone buzzed. My boss tagged me in the group chat: [Zane Zander, system says you checked in ten minutes ago. Where the hell are you? The whole company's waiting. Learned how to spoof your GPS to slack off?] Cold sweat slid down my back. I stared at the fresh headstone outside my window. My photo was on it. My hands shook. I tried to send my boss a video—no signal. Just dead bars. No service. So how did I check in? Worse— In the rearview mirror, someone in my exact outfit rose slowly from behind a dirt mound. Could it be... Was I already "dead"?

The afterlife is another world entirely. Called "The Otherworld" for lack of agreement among the inhabitants. It's filled to the brim with the various creatures and gods of mythology. Follow Death and Lucifer as they set out on a mission to meet the "Unknown" that is leading a human uprising in this Otherworld.

My sister abruptly returns to the country on the day of my wedding. My parents, brother, and fiancé abandon me to pick her up at the airport. She shares a photo of them on her social media, bragging about how she's so loved. Meanwhile, all the calls I make are rejected. My fiancé is the only one who answers, but all he tells me is not to kick up a fuss. We can always have our wedding some other day. They turn me into a laughingstock on the day I've looked forward to all my life. Everyone points at me and laughs in my face. I calmly deal with everything before writing a new number in my journal—99. This is their 99th time disappointing me; I won't wish for them to love me anymore. I fill in a request to study abroad and pack my luggage. They think I've learned to be obedient, but I'm actually about to leave forever.

Lyra Vex was born under a dying moon - the only wolf in centuries without a soul. Considered cursed, she was raised as a servant to the packs that ruled the fractured world of wolves. When she accidentally resurrects the fallen Alpha King, Kael Draven, with her blood, she becomes bound to him through an ancient law that even the moon spirits fear to touch. But Kael was never meant to return. His resurrection cracks the boundary between the mortal and the celestial realm, marking Lyra as the Moon’s Reaper — destined to kill the Alpha she loves when dawn rises on the seventh eclipse.

On the night of her fifth anniversary, Maya Voss waits for her husband who never comes home, and discovers instead that Alpha Declan’s heart has always belonged to another woman. What begins as a marriage built on convenience and debt spirals into betrayal when Maya is reduced to nothing more than a political asset, offered up as a concubine in exchange for loyalty she no longer owes. When she walks away, she unknowingly steps into a far more dangerous fate, one tied to the rise of the feared Night Reaper, Cassian, a ruthless ruler who everyone fears but he is the only man who has ever truly loved her, and he has loved her long before she even knew his name.

She was discarded like a tool after being drained dry, yet became the only mate of a tyrant Lycan king. Lyra's newborn son was taken from her by her Alpha husband and given to his mistress to be raised as their heir, while she herself was accused of infidelity. Falsely accused, condemned to die, she lay in a pool of her own blood waiting for the end—when she heard a voice. “Let her go.” Kael Ashvorn, the tyrant known as the Reaper, pulled her from the pile of corpses and marked her in front of everyone. His hands were stained with blood. Everyone said the Moon Goddess had cursed him, that he would never be given a fated mate or an heir. Until he caught her scent. Her second chance was the most dangerous man alive. His only mate who could bear him a child—was a woman already broken. Was he the Reaper—or her only chance to survive?

“I’m fine. You can put me down now.” Fortunately, he set her on the ground and reached for the towel. "This is the last time I'm rescuing you," he said, there was threat lacing in his voice. "Let's not make it a habit." Aerys tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Aerys. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with the infamous Alpha Thorran, and, secondly, she was positive that he was every bit as hot and dangerous in person as he was between the sheets. * * * * * Discipline and order are not Aerys' choice. After graduation, she expects to become a slave to a prison warden for the rest of her life, just like the rest of the delinquents. However, her fate takes a sudden turn when an offer is put on the table. Enter a competition. One to become a Phonoi (Ancient Greek: Φόνοι; singular: Phonos Φόνος) - a deadly assassin who works for Alpha Thorran, giving their entire life to defend him. To succeed, her stubbornness will be put to the test. And a relationship with the Alpha himself, although forbidden, might be the ticket to the top.

On the day of my wedding with Hannah Hawkes, her first love, Lucas Tate, sends his critical notice to her. He mentions that he wants to wear a wedding tuxedo one last time at a wedding before his death. In order to fulfill Lucas' wish, Hannah locks me up in a lounge and gets ready to attend the wedding with him. Her impatient voice echoes outside the door. "Why are you so cold-blooded? Lucas is about to die, you know! What's the harm in letting him have his way?" Some time after that, Freya Jensen, the young woman who lives next door, gets up to the rooftop and begs me to marry her. With red-rimmed eyes, Hannah asks pleadingly, "Are you going to give up on our seven-year relationship because of her?" I merely slap her hand away. "Am I supposed to watch Freya die? It's just a marriage registration. Stop being cold-blooded, will you?"