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He was never supposed to notice her.She was never supposed to want him.Elena Paige has spent years playing the perfect role best friend, scholarship girl, grateful guest in a world of wealth that was never meant to be hers. Julian Vance is untouchable: powerful, controlled, devastatingly dangerous. He is also her best friend’s father.One snowstorm.One night trapped behind locked doors.One choice that can never be undone.What begins as a forbidden pull spirals into something darker an obsession built on secrets, silence, and possession. Julian doesn’t just want Elena. He claims her. And Elena quickly learns that desire is far more terrifying when it’s returned by a man who always gets what he wants.As guilt, power, and control blur into twisted intimacy, Elena must decide what frightens her more: losing everything she has, or surrendering completely to the man who could destroy her.

"So my one-night stand is now my boss, the father of my three-year-old, and literally called 'The Executioner'?" Lora rebuilt her life as a fierce single mom after one night of rebellion left her pregnant. Her mysterious stranger? Ancient history. Until Lord Erin Marrock—werewolf nobility and part-time executioner—walks into her design firm. Their first meeting involves her calling his demands "corporate peacocking." Their second involves her son casually shifting into a wolf pup during a tantrum at the playground. Now they're locked in the custody battle from hell, complete with his supermodel girlfriends and her nice human boyfriend. But when enemies target their son, mutual hatred becomes irrelevant. Because the only thing more dangerous than a werewolf protecting his heir is a mama protecting her son. Enemies-to-lovers paranormal romance featuring a sharp-tongued single mom and a werewolf with serious control issues.

One Lust Dance is a modern Cinderella-type story with an interesting twist that all started with the masquerade ball. It is a romantic comedy with lots of naughty and intimate scenes. The plot revolves around a young, handsome billionaire named Edward who meets a mysterious, masked woman at a ball. Edward and the mysterious masked woman are locked in the cellar, and in order to keep themselves warm, they drink the wine and get drunk. The burning passion of lust tainted her innocence as she ventured into a world of desires and submissiveness. Edward wasn't able to see who she was because she was wearing the mask the entire time; all he could remember were her physical features and the passionate night they spent together. Edward searches the whole province of San Lorenzo to find her. He dated all the lovely women who matched her physical appearance in hopes of finding her. Little did he know that the one he'd been looking for was just in front of him.

Iris Hale is hiding a secret even she doesn't know: She is The Ledger. Born with a photographic memory, Iris is the ultimate prize in a bloody underworld war. For decades, five rival Mafia families have hunted her bloodline, ready to tear her apart to get the secrets locked inside her mind. Dante Vitale is a man of shadows and cold steel. As the ruthless heir to the Vitale empire, he has one mission: find The Ledger and use her to crush his enemies. But the woman he finds isn't just a weapon—she’s the only person who makes him feel human. Now, Dante faces a choice: use her to win a war, or start one with every family in the city to keep her safe. But Iris is about to learn that her protector is the same boy who survived the fire that killed her mother. And in the mafia, the only thing more dangerous than a secret is a man who will burn the world down to keep it.

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

The day I married Vincent Sorrentino, Lena, the Sorrentino family’s adopted daughter, threatened to jump off the steeple of the family church. Vincent left me standing at the altar in my custom wedding gown, no hesitation, just bolted after her. With every New York crime boss, politician, and oligarch staring at me, I looked out at the crowd and said loud and clear: “Any man who walks up here right now and says ‘I do’? I’ll marry you.” Three years later, Vincent was back into the Sorrentino family’s Long Island estate, Lena on his arm. I was sitting on the leather couch in the main living room, watching my favorate TV show. Vincent’s eyes locked on my huge pregnant belly, his jaw tight, growling through his teeth: “Whose bastard is in there?” I took a sip of orange juice, curled my lip into a smile, and said: “It's a Sorrentino baby, of course.”

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

I was never supposed to exist. For eighteen years, I was a secret—hidden away, locked behind walls, known only to my family and my father’s Beta. But on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. I felt him. My mate. The bond was undeniable, a force stronger than anything I had ever known. I confided in my sister, Camilla, expecting support. But she saw an opportunity. She wanted him for herself. By the time I found Alpha Alexander Beaumont, the betrayal was already set in stone. He was bonded to her. Heartbroken and furious, I swore she wouldn’t get away with it. But before I could uncover the truth, Camilla was murdered—and I was the one they blamed. Now, the man meant to be my mate refuses to believe me, and I am facing punishment for a crime I didn’t commit. But I am not the villain in this story. And I will prove it...

She was the mate of a cruel Alpha —beaten, silenced, and stripped of her dignity. He was the newly crowned Alpha King —powerful, feared, and haunted by his own scars. Nikolai doesn’t believe in love, not after his first love dumped him for his brother. Zara has lost everything: her parents, her pride, and now her freedom. Being forced to serve the very mate who delights in her pain, and a best friend who would do anything to see her downfall. When fate draws the Alpha King to her pack, Nikolai never expects to find his true mate locked away in an abandoned shed, broken and bleeding. He swore he’d never let another woman close, and she swore the goddess had forgotten her, but destiny has other plans. The road ahead is brutal, the bond undeniable, but together, the crowned and the rejected will challenge fate itself.

The zombie apocalypse had arrived, and pets could transform into guardians to protect their owners—each person was allowed no more than three. My best friend had spent a fortune on three Tibetan mastiffs. The landlord cleared out a fish tank to raise a crocodile. My boyfriend? He had stormed the zoo and dragged a lion home. And me? I only had three stray cats. The eldest was blind, the second one limped, and the youngest had just turned one month old. The moment the apocalypse system announced that pet slots were locked, I knew I was doomed. I tried to hide with my three disabled cats, hoping to survive quietly. Day one of the apocalypse: terrified… Day two: helpless… Day three: my cats sauntered over, tails swishing, carrying some unidentifiable object. "Mama, I bit off all the zombie heads on this street. How's that? Solid enough?" I was rendered speechless.