Exo Been Through

They hate each other but they can't deny the fire of attraction blooming between the both of them. ******** IT genius by the day and ruthless killer by the night, Lisa Volkov is the last daughter of one of the ruthless mafia families in the country. Level-headed and the pride of her father, she has never gone astray until distraction came in the form of the son of her family’s arch-rival. Axel Ivanov; Sweet boy and most popular boy in college, only a few knows how lethal the blood that runs through his veins. He has been working his ass off to take over his family’s business and to prove himself worthy to his father. Lisa Volkov is a temptation he can’t afford to fall into but he can't deny how addictive she is, after he has gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit. Theirs is a combination doomed to combust before they even merge but how far are they willing to risk things?

Every orphan dreams of one thing—finding a home. When my parents finally found me, I thought I was the luckiest girl alive. But the moment I stepped through their door, I saw her—a girl my age, dressed like a princess, calling them "mom" and "dad." That girl, Cassia, had been living the life that should have been mine. She was their pride and joy, while I was nothing but an outsider. In front of others, she played the perfect sister. Behind closed doors, she made sure I knew my place. I was her shadow, her punching bag. She was my tormentor—my fake sister. I thought my husband could save me from the misery of that home. He was kind, gentle—or so I believed—until he demanded I give up my unborn child, because the only baby he wanted was hers. Betrayed by the two people I trusted most, my world crumbled as I bled alone on an operating table, my life slipping away. But destiny had other plans. I was given another chance—a chance to rewrite my story. This time, I’m ready. I’ll expose Cassia for who she truly is. I’ll protect everything that was stolen from me. I’ll no longer be the weak girl in her shadow. I’ll become my own strength, and Cassia will never have power over me again.

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.

I was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.

An Alpha rumored to possess the body of a fallen angels'. Growing up to become ruthless, they say he's an earthly beast. Bonded with an Alpha called death; Had she known, she would have taken for the hills. For Elena Brown, crossing path with him is her weirdest nightmare. "How can the moon goddess pair me up with the most dreaded Alpha to ever live?. It's like being thrown into a pit of fire where the only thing that happens is destruction." An Alpha whose ruthlessness could cut through an ice. A princess lured to a strange land to be captured and killed, when she met and encountered him; An Alpha of his own kingdom. When she's just what he wanted to satisfy his quench for blood. When she's the prey he's been waiting to get his hands on in order to take a worthful revenge on his father's killer. Will the Throneless Alpha come to her rescue?

Gwen, an omega who ran away from her pack because she was wrongly accused of starting a rumor, finds refuge in a rival pack. There, she catches the eye of the handsome Alpha Blake, which makes her old mate Derek jealous. Soon Gwen starts getting visions, but as the visions become more intense, revealing a chilling human plot aimed at harming all werewolves, whispers of a forgotten prophecy start to emerge. It speaks of a chosen one, marked by destiny, who holds the key to the survival of the werewolf race. Could Gwen be the one they've been waiting for? With the threat of war looming, Gwen finds herself navigating through suspicion, her growing feelings for Alpha Blake, and a newfound gift she never knew she possessed. Can she overcome the odds, unite the divided werewolf packs, and fulfill the prophecy before they face total annihilation at the hands of their human adversaries? Keep reading to find out.

Werewolves and Lycans have been enemies for a long time, but a prophecy reveals that a shewolf will one day rise and unify them. Evelyn is a pitiful Orphan Omega, who’s father was killed by rogues and whose mother died giving birth to her. She suffers pain and heartbreak when her fated mate rejects her and chooses her worst enemy as his lover. Yet he refuses to let her go but cruelly keeps her as his slave. Her life turns upside down when she is claimed by the powerful but arrogant Lycan King Kane and taken to his kingdom where she discovers deadly secrets about the truth of her father’s murder and struggles to hide a secret pregnancy that may cost her her life. But when the past comes back to haunt her through her possessive mate, Evelyn starts to wonder if she can ever trust any of the men that are fighting over her love.

Ryder Black, the mysterious billionaire in the city. Rumors say Ryder made his riches through killing people and other barbaric things. Some go as far as saying he is part of the mafia but is that really true? Gianna Hunter, fresh out of university and hoping to find a job is suddenly hit with the news of her getting married to Ryder. Gianna believes in true love and would never stand for marrying a man as vile as Ryder so she decides to flee her wedding. Years later, the paths of Ryder and Gianna cross and this time, Ryder is not willing to let her go. After being humiliated at the altar by a girl with a status as low as Gianna's, Ryder feels his pride has been stepped on and Ryder is not known for forgiving those who dare to embarrass him. In his quest for revenge, will sparks fly between Ryder and Gianna? Will Gianna be able to escape the ruthless Ryder or will he make her succumb to his sinister will?

He was a Kung Fu head trainer, who was framed by his two trainees in a rape and murder case of Clushia, a female trainee, who was obsessed with him. He was convicted and brought to the maximum penal institution called the 'Hellhole', for no prisoner got out of it alive. In one of the prisoners’ riots, he was forced to fight to defend himself but ended up killing another prisoner. He was put to an oubliette. Unknown to him, that oubliette is the door to an underground city, with an arena for the so-called “Game of Fangs and Death” by the Alpha Pharoah. The game is for five nights. If he wins, he will be given a free pass leading to a secret passage, away from the 'Hellhole'. Could there be an escape for him from the 'Hellhole'? Could his heart find an escape from the Alpha Pharoah's daughter, who has a lot of similarities to Clushia? It was like, Clushia had been born again through her. Would suddenly his never known powerful blood and lineage eventually help him escape from his death?

Alaric and I had been mates for five years, and I had believed with all my heart that I would become the first female Gamma of the pack by proving myself in the warrior’s trial. I had trained relentlessly, sharpening my claws and honing my instincts, ready to fight for my rightful place. But fate had other plans. Three days before the trial, I was ambushed by rogues. They didn't just attack me—they hunted me like prey. They tormented me with the silver knife so that my wolf was dead. The scent of death clung to me, my wolf howling in agony, desperately trying to heal, but the wounds ran too deep. As I lay barely conscious on the blood-stained sheets, I heard my husband's cold, indifferent voice. "Is she dead?" The witch doctor hesitated before answering, "No, but—" "It doesn’t matter," Alaric interrupted, Coat her wounds with wolfsbane and silver—make sure it seeps into her blood, burns through her veins, and poisons her wolf beyond repair. I want her body to reject her own nature, so she will never heal. There will only be one Gamma in this pack, and that's Serina." In that moment, the truth became clear—I had never truly stood a chance in the warrior’s trial I had dreamed of. The battle had been decided long before I ever stepped into the arena.