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In the future, humanity went into all-out war, leading them to the brink of destruction. Causing chaos to come to this world. Blessing some with the magic of chaos. Life has restarted, and we now live like we did in medieval times. Vampires and werewolves amassed great wealth and power, controlling vast areas of land and making humans and witches choose sides. Their only option is to choose the lesser evil, so they can at least live peacefully. There is a war of purity going on between werewolves and vampires. Both sides are looking to unlock a greater power and to ensure this, marriages to witches became more common. It is such a world that Tempest lives in. Her mother's ancestors were from a place they called Haiti before the war and explosions. Her ebony brown skin and ice-blue eyes make her the rarest kind of chaos wielder. A witch and a wielder of water. Tempest is thus a rare symbol of power. Tempest is the bastard daughter to Lord Bennet, the alpha of a smaller group of African werewolves. Where they believe purity in the pack matters. When she became a witch instead of a werewolf, she was given away to a coven of witches. The coven of witches sold her to the new ruler of the land, Alucard, a vampire with amber eyes and long pale blond hair, an immortal with the capability and strength to change the future Whether he has to be cruel or not. Can Tempest deter his sadistic ways and deliver her people from fear?

Maya is riding high after finally becoming a member of the pack. On that fateful night, the best and worst things happen to her. Not only does she turn into a wolf, but she finds her mate. None other than the pack’s nomad alpha, Luke. He doesn’t want her as his mate. All he's ever needed was his bike and the freedom of the open road—until Maya. Luke knows he's made a mistake by rejecting Maya. Nothing else matters to him. Each time he visits the pack he hopes to see her, but she's perfected the art of avoiding him—until he decides to stay. Maya wants to stay mad at Luke to protect herself, but with every passing day she learns more about their aloof alpha. She wants to give herself to him completely, but will she be risking more than her body? He left once. He rejected her once. He’d been cruel. Is there any chance that he's really changed?

The Moon Goddess was worshiped by werewolves. Many years ago, werewolves were just ordinary wolves who were said to be the protectors of the human race. Until one wolf stood up and pleaded with Terra, the mother nature, and the moon goddess to gave them the ability to transform into humans. Their wishes were granted, and werewolves were born. Selene, the Moon Goddess, loves going down into the earth. Along with her moon chariot, driving across the heavens in the night sky. She sits down and dresses as if she were a human, with pale skin and a white silk gown and robe. She is depicted as the goddess who brings romance in the moonlight night. But everything had changed when she saw a werewolf while she's riding in her moon chariot. Sleeping beneath the Sacred Falls, the one she always called home. Alpha Endymion, the werewolf she fell in love with, the dangerous Alpha King of Arcadia. The moon's illicit romance that blooms beneath the Sacred Falls, as the moon deity rises out of a faraway land, speaking for her own heart.

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

For seven months, billionaire heir Donovan Knight has been obsessed with one woman: Scarlet Rose, the mysterious dancer who performs at the city's most exclusive club. He's offered her champagne, his penthouse, enough money to buy the entire venue, she won't even look at him twice. Then one night, riding home from a performance, Harper Monroe crashes her bicycle directly into him. Donovan takes one look at her oversized glasses, frizzy wig, and unfortunate mole, and tells her brutally that she's not his type. Harper, who is actually Scarlet Rose in disguise, tells him he's an arrogant jerk and rides away. Days later, their meddling mothers arrange a marriage between them. Donovan is horrified. Of all the women in the city, he's being forced to marry the plain, boring girl who insulted him. Harper is equally disgusted, she's being pushed into marriage with the shallow playboy who's been harassing her alter ego for months. They agree to a marriage in name only. Separate lives. Separate bedrooms. No emotions involved.

Sheyana “Iya” Andrada is an actress who thought that she got the true love that she deserved from her long-time boyfriend and the father of her child. But one day, she finds out that Miko’s going to marry her best friend. Because she can’t digest the sudden breakups, she drowns herself in alcohol while riding the speedboat. That night, Iya tries to save her cat in the middle of the ocean after getting drunk. But an accident happened and ended up losing her memories. Achilles Joa Ramses, a billionaire. He does not plan to let another woman enter his life for love. He is avoiding putting his heart in another complicated situation. He must focus on his big company because he had enough when his ex-girlfriend cheated on him. But the wind blew in a different direction when he found Iya on the beach unconscious and ended up falling in love again. No matter how happy they are in each other’s arms, facing reality is a must. Now that Iya regains her memory and finds out that she had a child, what will happen to their entangled fate? Will they follow their hearts or choose to be apart?

She was lying on her deathbed watching him riding over her body with wide eyes. He had become an enigma throughout Europe; her body shuddered with his fear. “I saw your face, did you kill me too?” She addressed overcoming her panic, she knew that anyone who saw his face was killed by him, and the look of terror on his face could strike fear into anyone. She didn't pay much attention to her naked body. “You love Albert, don't you?'' He looked into her eyes questioningly, wanting her to answer. She couldn't refuse. “Killing the one we love gives a person a lot of power. You have to shoot your love.” He had placed his lips on her neck and she trembled at his command. - This is the story of a girl who becomes a spy to get information about a cruel mafia leader but falls in love with him and tells him everything. But it was all a trick of the mafia leader to trap her. Will she be able to hate him? Will she be able to bear this deception? Will she be able to take revenge from him?

Attending a high school reunion, I rode my motorcycle to the venue. By the time I arrived at the Moon Valley Hotel, most of my former classmates were already there. Everyone seemed to be doing well for themselves. The parking lot was filled with luxury cars belonging to high-ranking pack members. There was even a Rolls Royce that belonged to the son of an Alpha. As I dismounted from my motorcycle, a former male classmate I barely remembered looked at me with disdain. "Well, well, if it isn't our former class president. Still riding a basic bike like an omega, I see." During dinner, everyone was fawning over the Alpha's son while completely ignoring me in the corner. Only Derek, our former class monitor and now a beta, sat beside me with a sympathetic look. "Don't worry about it. Even though you're still just an omega like your parents, I'm sure one day you'll rise up in the pack rankings." I couldn't help but smirk, whispering under my breath: "This isn't just any motorcycle. It's the Royal Guard's official vehicle."

"I hate you Mason Livingston," I mumbled breathlessly, my knuckles wound tightly around his collar, as my knees threatened to buckle under me. "I know," his throaty whisper threatened to undo the very last of my resistance. I had to resist him, I had to resist his kiss, his touch, his smell, I had to resist him. He broke my heart before. "But just for tonight," he brushed his lips lightly against mine and the very last shred of resistance gave way. "Just for tonight Imogen, I want to feel your passion, raw and untamed..." Just for tonight... Was my last thought before he claimed my lips with fiery passion. *** Imogen Grey wanted nothing more than to be loved by Mason Livingston, heir to the multi billion dollars Livingston empire. That was until he broke her heart in the worst way possible. Six years later, fate brings them together. Now Imogen wants nothing than to ruin Mason Livingston and also to protect her 6 year old son from him. But Mason is not the same playboy she knew six years ago. Now with everything riding on the line, Imogen must choose, passion or revenge

He calls himself my guardian. But I want him to call me a good girl. I moved in after my mother died. He opened the door — broad chest, deep voice, eyes that stalled when they dropped to my tits. He tried to be decent. Tried to be safe. But I’ve been wet for him since day one. He’s twice my age. Raised my half-sister. Taught her to say “Dad” like it was gospel. But I know what she really wants. I see the way she watches him. The way she watches me when I bend over the kitchen counter, tank top riding up, no bra in sight. This house is full of secrets, soaked sheets, and girls who know better. He pretends not to want it. She pretends she’s not touching herself at night. And me? I leave the door open and let them both fall apart. Because I don’t want to be loved. I want to be used. Ruined. Claimed in every room until they forget who’s the daughter, who’s the guest, and who’s in charge. He raised her. He took me in. But — who’s he going to fuck first?