Eon Infinite Bloom

After failing the mission, the System gave me one final chance, and to succeed, I had to give birth to a child. The System promised that if the baby were born safely, it would reveal the truth to my target and give me one last glimmer of hope. However, six months into my pregnancy, just when things seemed stable, I was dragged onto an operating table in the middle of the night by my husband and family. My husband stopped the anesthesiologist from giving me any pain relief. “Let her feel the pain,” he said coldly. “We need to keep the kidneys as fresh as possible.” My parents instructed the doctor to draw my blood. “She’s the same blood type as our precious girl. Let’s take some for backup.” Even my childhood friend, the boy who had always been by my side, was the one to slice open my abdomen.  They wanted my kidneys to save my sister, who was dying from kidney failure. No one believed I was pregnant. No matter how much I begged, they went ahead with the operation, tearing me open. The baby couldn’t survive, and I died on that operating table. However, as my soul began to fade away, something strange happened. Those who had murdered me—my husband, my parents, my so-called friend—they all lost their minds.

I'm diagnosed with late-stage cancer after undergoing a pre-employment medical checkup. My husband says the medication for my condition is expensive. He also says it can only relieve my pain, not treat the cause. I only have a year to live. Upon my husband's pleading, I agree to do an IVF. I endure the pain and put myself through torture to leave him with a child. However, I overhear him saying the child growing inside me isn't mine—it's his and his lover's. He's the one who wants me dead!

On New Year's Eve, my husband, Max Davis, took me to a private dinner hosted by a big industry player. We had barely made our way around the room when a strange woman suddenly shoved me into the pool. When I insisted on checking the surveillance footage and calling the police, Max firmly held me back. He warned me to "remember my place" and not embarrass him in front of everyone. In the brief time I changed into another gown, I returned to find that same woman perched on my husband's lap, her red lipstick leaving traces on his collar. "Max, you're right! That nasty scar on her stomach really does look like a centipede. It's so hideous!" She giggled with mock innocence, adding, "It's been so fun messing with your wife. Next time, can I slap her when no one's looking?" Meanwhile, Max gazed at her like she was the only woman in the world, gently tracing his finger over her nose. "Of course, you can," he replied, eyes still locked on hers. "I'll even tie her hands behind her back for you."

Arya, formerly known as Bethany Brail, is the wife of the welathiest man in Cirk Country, Eon Brail. Five years ago she ran away from their loveless marriage. She loves him but he only thought of her as his possession. Until that fateful night when they met again. Will their marriage be saved or will they completely break?

Emilia Monroe is treated no better than a slave by her family. She's despised by her father, abused by her stepsister, and branded a failure for never turning into a wolf since her eighteenth birthday like everyone else did. All she wants is freedom from her torment. But freedom becomes impossible when she crosses paths with Killian, the Silver Crest pack’s new alpha, a notorious and ruthless man. When a contest is held to choose his Luna, as his ascension demands and to cure his bloodlust, Emilia is forced to attend by her father to serve her stepsister, who is one of the contestants. However, destiny exposes her as Killian’s true mate. But the merciless alpha is hell-bent on not having a weakling like her as his Luna. The irresistible pull of their bond refuses to be severed, and one stolen night is all it takes for her to end up pregnant by him. However, when the truth of their bond becomes public, she is rejected and publicly humiliated by the alpha, and so Emilia flees in order to protect her baby. When she thinks she's finally free, the alpha learns of their child and he stops at nothing to have and claim her once more. But the big question remains; will Emilia choose to be a captive again, or will she stand up to Killian, despite the unresolved tension of their mate bond?

Alexis thought she had it all: a thriving career, a charming husband, and a Pinterest-worthy life. That was before she walked in on Kevin and Stephanie, her cousin sleeping together. Without an ounce of shame, Kevin files for divorce from her and takes her company as his draining all her accounts. Left with nothing but a broken heart and empty savings, she’s forced to start from scratch. Desperate to pay a loan shark and too broke , she lands a cleaning job at the Carter Penthouse. It’s not ideal—but it’s a paycheck. And the perfect place to plot her revenge. There she meets Pierce Carter a cold billionaire and devilishly handsome—and unfortunately, her new boss. He’s arrogant. She’s petty. He’s got issues. She’s got bills. When Pierce makes a ridiculous bet with his best friend that he can last a week without firing her, Alexis sees an opportunity: get fired, walk away with a small fortune. But just when they think they’ve rid themselves of each other, fate has other plans. Pierce needs a wife to claim his inheritance from his late father, and Alexis needs the ultimate revenge: showing up married to a billionaire hotter than Kevin could ever dream of. It’s the perfect solution… until real feelings start to get in the way. A fake marriage is born. The rule is simple: You can look but you can't touch. No love. But who will break it first?

“Gusto mo akong maging sa ‘yo ulit? Then, kailangan mong mamili. Ako o ang asawa mo?” “Gusto mo bang ikaw ang piliin ko?” “Kung tunay kang lalaki, alam mo kung sino ang pipiliin mo.” Napangisi si Warren at bumulong sa kaniyang tenga. “It doesn't matter if I am a man or not. Mas alam ng katawan mo kung gaano ako kalalaki, kaysa ng bibig mo.” **** Lubos ang sakit at paghihirap na dinanas ni Allison nang siya ay manganak, habang ang kaniyang asawa na si Warren ay nagpakasal sa bago nitong asawa. Ang akala ng lahat ay namatay siya noong araw na 'yon, ngunit ang totoo ay buhay siya sa ibang pangalan at pagkatao. Ngunit ang akala niyang kambal na anak, ay triplets pala! Hindi siya papayag na ibang babae ang kikilalanin nitong ina. Ngayon, ay gagawin niya ang lahat makuha lang ang anak niya, kahit pa isang Warren Harrison na isang bilyonaryo ang makakalaban niya. Pero paano kung hindi lang ang tadhana ang gagawa ng paraan para sa kanila? What if ang triplets nilang anak ay tila nasa isang secret mission para magkabalikan sila? OMG! Triplets On A Secret Mission!

Tricia thought grief would destroy her. When the news came that her fiancé, the decorated soldier, Colonel Raymond, had died during a dangerous mission, her world collapsed overnight. The man she loved was gone, and nothing felt the same anymore. But in the darkness of loss, one person stayed beside her. Raymond’s best friend. Mark Coleman. What began as comfort soon became something far more dangerous. Their shared grief turned into late-night conversations, stolen glances, and a passion neither of them expected. Within months, the bond between them became a secret neither dared to speak aloud. A forbidden love. A betrayal that could destroy everything. Then the impossible happened. Six months after being declared dead, Raymond returned alive. Now the man Tricia mourned stands before her again, while the man she secretly loves is his closest friend. Caught in a web of guilt, desire, and loyalty, Tricia struggles to hide the truth as tensions grow between the two men who trust each other most. But jealousy is a dangerous thing. Secrets begin to unravel. A revenge plot spirals out of control. A brutal attack leaves one man fighting for his life, another facing prison… and Tricia trapped in the middle of consequences she never imagined. Just when she thinks things cannot get worse, a shocking discovery changes everything: She is pregnant. And the father could be either man. As love, betrayal, revenge, and secrets collide, Tricia must face a painful truth. Some webs of passion are impossible to escape. And sometimes the heart’s most forbidden entanglements come with devastating consequences.

When my CEO wife, Nina Wynn, learned I voluntarily handed a multimillion-dollar project to her favorite assistant, Zach Channing, she thought her three-month cold treatment finally worked. Beaming, she suddenly suggested we fly to Ivesland for our long-delayed honeymoon. When Zach found out, he became jealous and threatened to quit. Panicked, she spent three days and nights comforting him, then canceled our honeymoon again with the excuse of a business trip, giving him my ticket instead. Later, she casually explained to me, "Romance is trivial. Work comes first. As the boss, I have to prioritize. You’re my husband; you should understand." I looked at Zach’s latest social post, which was a photo of the two of them leaning intimately with their hands forming a heart, and said nothing. I only nod. Thinking I’d become more thoughtful and obedient, she was pleased. She even promised to make it up to me with a more romantic honeymoon when they got back home. However, unbeknownst to her, I’d already resigned. The divorce papers were already signed, and there was no future for us ever again.

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”