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She tried to be the perfect daughter, but in the end, it was all in vain. Raven could only watch from the sidelines as her sister, Marissa, was cherished and adored as the golden child of the family, while she was cast aside, ignored, and invisible. The hardship she endured, the relentless abuse from the pack, paled in significance to the hurt she felt at being rejected by the mother who was supposed to love her. Hurt slowly turned to fury as Raven decided to stop being submissive and fight back against her family, who did nothing more than use her as a tool. Marissa might have found her way to the top, but Raven's about to make everything come crashing down around her and reveal her for the conniving snake she truly is. But what Raven didn't count on? Falling for the fiancée who belonged to Marissa before Raven chose to seduce him. Now Raven is lost. Revenge slowly turns to something more, and Raven has to decide if the love she's found is worth fighting for and if she can survive the relentless cruelty of her family as they continue to try and hurt her. What will she decide?

"There should be rules if we are even going to do this," he said without looking at me. "I have always lived by the rules." He slid a file towards me. "This is the contract. The rules are stated there." I opened the file and glanced through it. "You can take it home and study them; give me feedback tomorrow evening. But I will read out the rules for you now because they start now, and in case your brain can't comprehend them, then I can explain." Anger seethed through me, and I almost threw the file back at him, but when I thought about the money involved and how it would benefit little Sophie, I bit my lower lip to push back the anger. He continued. "Rule number one; don't you fall in love with me." His eyes flipped up to me. "Crystal clear," I said. "That would never happen." Ellen never had fun in college. One night she decided to have fun with her friends and slept with a handsome stranger who disappeared before she woke up. A month later, she found out she was pregnant and searched everywhere for him, but to no avail. Five years later, she moved to a new city and met the same man she never thought she would ever see again. He didn't remember anything about her, and he was now a cold, arrogant man who needed a wife, and she needed money. They agreed to contract marriage with strict rules, one of them being never to fall in love with each other. They were sure they wouldn't break the rule, but as sparks grew between them and became too much, they found themselves trying hard to keep to the rules. Who will break rule number one between them?

We should have been born to hate each other, but love has a will of its own, and I can't turn my back on you even though the whole world hates me. * I turned toward the woods and squinted. Then I smelled something in the air. A scent so strong that it makes me freeze. And shortly after, I heard a howl of pain, just a moment, but enough to make me sure something was wrong. I clutched my bag, ready to open it to grab my phone when something jumped over the fence between the school and the woods. It landed right in front of me, and I thought I was seeing a werewolf. But no. it’s not a werewolf like I’ve always known. He stood on his two feet. And blood was smeared on his snout and his silver-feathered, clawed hands. I can’t scream. I could only stand transfixed while my eyes locked on his eyes which were as dark as the night sky.

Veatrice and Anna are sisters that are trying to survive kingdoms' conflict and ostracism due to birth and rank. Join them on their adventures in love and protecting their king and queen.

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy """""''''''' " Let me be clear Miss Ford" He growled, his voice slightly husky but cold, his gaze never leaving her face as he closed the distance between them, trapping her with his hands against the wall. The fresh musky scent of sandalwood mixed with some other fragrance that would usually put her in a conscious state filled her nostrils but this time she was more concerned with how close their bodies were. Her heart began to race, and her breath caught, she didn't like the way her body reacted to him but she had no control over it. She clenched her fist with her gaze fixed on him, and his on her, his silver-grey eye terrorized her but she wasn't willing to show any form of weakness. He leaned closer toward her ears and she finally let out her breath but the relief was short-lived as she felt his breath on her skin, causing a chill to run down her spine. "I don't care what image you've built to convince.." He whispered, his voice raspy as his words trailed off after which he continued."But, I won't hesitate to kill you, if you so much as pose a threat to his life."

Monalisa lost her parents at a very young age and was left under the custody of her aunt, who was hell-bent on punishing her for the wrongs committed by her parents. She grew up in her aunt's orphanage, being maltreated by all even the orphans there, but she chose to endure everything. That was until she saw a reason to leave, and that decision was her first mistake. Her second mistake --Falling for her ex-husband and having a child for him. She was abandoned in her time of need, her past came to hunt her and she was on the verge of ending her messed up life when a ray of hope came in. She encountered him once but he became her shadow for a very long time. She found a reason to live and things got better. Just when she decided to move on, Both mistakes returned to torture her. --Will she continue being the victim? --Her Shadow decides to make himself known, will he finally get what he desired for a very long time? --Will she set things right with one of her mistakes after years of neglect?

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

Nia Whitaker built her reputation solving disasters for the powerful. As one of the most sought-after corporate crisis strategists in the country, she’s hired to clean up scandals that could destroy billion-dollar empires. But when a catastrophic data leak threatens SatoTech’s largest acquisition, Nia is pulled into a crisis unlike anything she’s handled before. Because the company’s heir isn’t just another client. Kenji Sato is brilliant, ruthless, and always three moves ahead. A tech empire rests on his shoulders, and he protects it with calculated precision. The deeper Nia digs into the breach threatening his company, the more she begins to suspect the impossible. The crisis may have been engineered. By Kenji himself. But corporate warfare is only the beginning. Rival companies move in the shadows. Government investigators begin asking dangerous questions. And someone inside Kenji’s world is willing to burn everything—including Nia—to seize control of the empire. Caught between enemies, betrayal, and a man whose obsession with her grows more dangerous by the day, Nia realizes she’s no longer just managing a crisis. She’s inside the war. And the man she’s supposed to expose may be the only one powerful enough to protect her. In a game where power is everything, and loyalty can cost you your life, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Kenji Sato doesn’t just want Nia Whitaker to fix his empire. He wants her. And in his world, the things he wants… he claims.

I thought losing my cheating husband was the worst day of my life. I was wrong. My name is Maya Winters, and I spent six years trying to make Damien Cross love me. Six years being the perfect wife to a billionaire who looked at me like I was invisible. Then he brought home his secret daughter and her mother, handed me divorce papers, and destroyed what was left of my stupid heart. Two weeks later, I lost our baby—the one he never knew about until it was too late. I thought my life was over. Turns out, it actually was. Now I'm trapped in something called THE SURVIVAL GAME with twelve other dead people, including my ex-husband. We have to survive forty days of deadly children's games. Red Light Green Light. Hide and Seek. Simple games with one terrible rule: lose and you die for real. But that's not even the worst part. One of us is a spy working for the Game Master. One of us is making sure people die. And I have no idea who to trust—especially not Damien, who keeps looking at me like he actually cares now that we're both fighting for our lives. The prize for winning? One wish for anything I want. Money. Power. Revenge. Or even a second chance at the love that destroyed me. Forty days. Thirteen players. Only one winner. Game on. Warning: This story contains mature themes, violence, and intense situations. Recommended for readers 18+.

"Take the money and get out of my mansion. My true love is back, and a boring, poor orphan like you has no place in my life anymore." Billionaire Aryan Singhania threw the divorce papers at his quiet, obedient wife of three years. He expected tears. He expected her to fall to her knees and beg. Instead, Kiara just smiled, signed the papers, and walked out into the freezing night without a single penny. Aryan thought she would end up starving on the streets. He was dead wrong. One month later, Aryan's legendary business empire is completely destroyed overnight, violently swallowed by the mysterious, ruthless new Heiress of the Rathore Empire—the richest family in the country. Bankrupt, desperate, and needing money to save his dying mother, the former arrogant billionaire is dragged into the new boss's office to beg for a job. When he looks up, his blood turns to ice. Sitting on the golden executive throne is the very woman he threw away like trash. Kiara leans forward, a terrifying, dark smile on her red lips. "You want a job, Aryan? Perfect. Here is a bucket. You can start by scrubbing my floors." For three years, he made her cry. Now, he is her personal slave, and she is going to make him bleed. It's too late for apologies. The Queen is back on her throne, and mercy is not in her vocabulary.