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When tech billionaire Avalon Pierce’s grandmother dies, her will forces him to marry within 30 days Selene Castellano, the ex-girlfriend who shattered him ten years ago or lose everything to his corrupt uncle. Selene, drowning in debt from her sister’s cancer treatment, agrees to the contract for $250,000, but living together unearths a devastating secret: Selene was pregnant when she left, threatened by Avalon’s mother, and miscarried their baby alone. As they navigate corporate warfare and family manipulation, their marriage of convenience becomes a second chance at love, only if they can forgive the past and choose each other daily.

Prince Barlion Great was about to accept the throne from his father, King Viper Great by the time he reached of age. But the lack of responsibility in the Prince had dragged out his correlation for a decade. But when the second son came of age, Prince Barlion was given a last chance to prove himself that he was worthy of the crown. The only way Kind Viper could challenge his son was to make him do the one thing the Prince was repulsed of.... Commitment. so, the King proposed that he will take Frost Sorrow as his wife or, he can pass the throne down to his brother. Prince Barlion didn't want to marry the faceless woman who has unpleasant tales told about her through all the five kingdoms. But he wasn't about to give up the throne either. Frost Sorrow- the faceless girl- had never imagined that she would be betrothed to the future king of Gold land Kingdom. Counting the seconds until the illness would finally take her had been the only thing she knew. A husband and a family were never written in the starts for her. But her parents had taken this opportunity to give her hand to the future king, where she'd be safe, while they travel beyond the five Kingdoms and searched for a healer. Frost didn't want to take a husband. She didn't want to leave the comforts of her home. But she would never defy her parents, and her parents would never defy the king. Prince Barlion doesn't want a faceless wife with enough rumors to fill a horror story. He doesn't want a wife, period. All he needed to do is stand the woman until he gets the throne. After that, all he has to do is...drive her away.

The wolf didn’t come to protect her anymore. He came to claim what fate had already decided was his. Elowen thought the creature at the edge of her property was only a strange kind of guardian—silent, watchful, almost gentle in the way he lingered in the tree line as if protecting her from something she couldn’t name. Until the night he finally moved. Rain-dark air turns electric with instinct as those golden eyes burn with something feral and starving, and the distance between them shatters in a heartbeat. What follows isn’t an attack, not truly—it’s nature unleashed, a bond demanding to be sealed in the only language the beast understands. Elowen was never being hunted. She was being chosen. In the cold earth of the forest, fear and surrender blur together as something ancient awakens between them—teeth, hunger, heat, and a connection that feels less like violence and more like destiny snapping into place. And when the darkness takes her, Elowen understands one impossible truth: This wolf was never just a wolf. He has been waiting for her. And once the bond is made, it cannot be undone. Because whatever he is… he has marked her as his. TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNINGS Oral, anal, and public sex Knotting Primal/rough sex Light BDSM Sexual assault Female-on-male sexual assault Female-on-female sexual assault Forced orgasms / body betrayal Forced to watch partner's assault Forced threesome Sexual torture and humiliation Degrading language Forced nudity and collaring Graphic torture Cutting and burning Finger amputation Electrocution Flogging and beating Starvation Graphic fight scenes Character deaths Blood and gore Gunshot wounds PTSD and trauma responses Panic attacks Dissociation Psychological manipulation Gaslighting Captivity and imprisonment Kidnapping Past abusive relationship Stalking Wolf-form sex Pregnancy Death of family members Drugging Revenge killing

You think being a teenager is hard enough as it is. Try being a teenager that has the respossibility of saving people from their own demons and fears. That is exactly what Zelenia Erickson has been doing from the time she discovered what she was...

As a child Freja's fate was decided at birth, a fate that set her apart from her fellow villagers, making her an outcast. Now, as an adult, she sets out to change her fate by killing the very creature she's destined to be with. Halfway in her journey, she meets a man who sets her fate in motion. Having his throne stolen from him, Zarek makes his move to seize what was taken from him. The people who betrayed him are going to find out who they have pissed off. Meanwhile, he's stumbled upon the woman he's destined to be with, who sets a fire inside him like no other woman has before. Will he be able to regain his throne while also capturing the heart of this fiery beauty? Content warnings ahead for the following: Violence, Sexual Assault, and Mature Language. Viewer Discretion Advised.

Book 2 of The Shadow Alpha Series *** Bulky arms encircled my waist, successfully cutting off any movement from my upper body. “Why are you following me?” The husky whisper send my body into a second frenzy and it was only when the fog cleared from my brain that I registered that my back was up against a tree. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as I stared into the cobalt blue eyes of my captor. Jasper Queen stared down at me with stern expectation and though his hand was no longer covering my mouth, I couldn't speak. “Speak up!” He spat making me flinch and swallow the ball in my . “I- I wasn't following you…” I croaked hoping he believed me despite the unconvincing tone. “So you were just conveniently wandering the forest in the same direction I was walking?” His question was obviously rhetorical but my eyebrows furrowed and I nodded slowly, looking at my surroundings, something about it seemed familiar. Jasper's hand slamming against the tree beside me made me jump and our eyes met suddenly, but what I saw staring back at me was a picture come to life, from the curves to the creases at the corners of his eyes, the pencil sketch that laid in my book at home both captured every detail and did no justice. “Don't lie to me!” his pressing against mine vibrated with each word and it was all I could do not to shiver with pleasure. “I'm not, I swear.” I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes, “I would never lie to my mate.” and just like that, any softness in his eyes evaporated. “I'm not your mate.” *** Join Sophia and Jasper as they battle age-old demons, secrets and their innermost fears

I Long Chen have been reborn to rule over everything, if buddha blocks kill buddha, if god blocks kill god, sentient beings bow down before me, life and death are under my control, to ascend the sky or go through the gates from hell, only I am SUPREME.

When her mate betrayed her with her own sister, Lyra felt her world shatter and her soul burn with the agony of a broken bond. Swearing never to be weak again, she returns with one goal revenge. To destroy the man who betrayed her, she sets her sights on the one man he fears the most: his father, the cold and ruthless Alpha. But as Lyra steps into the Alpha’s world of power, secrets, and forbidden desire, she discovers a terrifying truth while she was planning her revenge, he had been watching her long before her heart was broken. And when love and vengeance collide, only one will survive.

In the shadows of an ordinary world, Gil stands apart with her ethereal white hair and piercing grey eyes. His life is a ceaseless whirlwind of evasion and concealment. An unseen force with a crimson gaze haunts her steps, a harbinger of a hidden legacy and a fate grander than she could ever imagine. Born under a veil of prophecy, she is the key to mending a fractured world, hunted by those desperate to halt the tide of change she is destined to bring. Enter Aren, the enigmatic Alpha whose very existence is a legend woven through the centuries. Bound to his wolf spirit, Oto, he walks the line between beast and leader of the most formidable pack known to both man and creature. Revered and reviled in equal measure, Aren is ensnared by an ancient curse cast from the depths of darkness—a curse only his true Luna can dispel. Destined descendants of gods, Gil and Aren are the embodiment of ancient power, slumbering until the fateful hour of awakening. An eternal bond of love is their promised salvation, a beacon through battles for a bliss that has eluded their kind for eons. As celestial forces conspire, these solitary spirits are steered by the guiding light of Mother Moon towards one another. In their union lies the balance of love and war, salvation and destruction. But are they prepared for the monumental trials that loom before them? Can their nascent love endure the tempest of an age-old struggle clawing at their heels? Dive into an odyssey where myth meets destiny, and discover whether Gil and Aren can triumph over the darkness that seeks to smother their light.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.