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Sandra always assumed she and her boyfriend of three years Chris were soulmates and they will get married and start a family after finishing their studies. But all those dreams came crushing down when she found him in bed with another woman. After the incident, the broken-hearted Sandra accepts the transfer to a small-town research clinic. Her first patient as assistant doctor is a tall, handsome man, alpha London of Sky Moon Pack. The alpha realizes Sandra is his mate. He is excited about meeting Sandra for a moment until he realizes she is human. Disgusted alpha London rejects Sandra after telling her, he could not have a human for a mate. His words left Sandra confused and heartbroken for some unknown reason. If he did not want a human as a Luna, then what was he? What is a Luna and why reject her and force her to accept it after, when they were not even dating? Why was she hurting over a man she only met briefly? She only gets the answers to her questions when she meets Jake, alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, luck seems to be on her side this time around and love is in the horizon.

When her family was wiped out, the murderer stomps on Mia’s stomach and sneers coldly: “Who do you think ordered this assassin? I wouldn’t dare do this without the approval of my Alpha, your husband, would I?” Cutting the tie with her whole life, Mia lives for her revenge when everyone thought she was dead. She can’t let them know because...this time her enemy is too powerful. He is an Alpha. When she finally got the will power and strength to take her revenge to him, her blade pressed on his throat. Not sparing any mind to his wound, he pulls her into his arms with a shivering voice: “Finally you came back to me!”

I had given up the Luna position six times for Silas Blackthorn. The first time, I shattered every moonstone lamp in the master bedroom and threw his clothes into the rain. The second time, I cried until my wolf went hoarse, asking him why I had to be the one who stepped aside. The third time, I begged him to leave at least one suitcase behind, because I was terrified he would never come back. By the fifth time, I had learned to fold his coats, pack his luggage, and stay silent so he would not get angry. Every time, he kissed my forehead and promised, “Seven days. Then everything goes back to normal.” And every time, I believed him. Until the sixth time. This time, when Silas handed me the document and asked me to step aside again, I signed without crying. He thought it was another temporary Luna authorization form. He did not know it was the mate bond release agreement. Seven days later, while he waited for me to return to the main house and reclaim my title, the bond between us broke. And by then, I had already left Blackthorn territory for good.

My esports team is engaged in a practice match at midnight. Suddenly, my coach hands a phone over to me. On the other end of the line, my dad cries hysterically. Amid his sobs, he tells me that my mom is currently unconscious in the hospital, and that the doctor has issued him a critical notice. Apparently, my mom's funeral is being prepared in advance, so my dad wants me home immediately. As I stare at the match-up diagram of the final round of the national-level competition as well as the seven-figure prize money, I reply icily, "I'm not going home. I must participate in the final round tomorrow. During the competition, my phone will be turned off. Don't disturb me no matter what."

It was a full moon, and my mate, Alpha Ethan, bailed on our son's coming-of-age ceremony rehearsal. All because his Omega mistress, Scarlett, was in heat. Then, during the actual ceremony, our son Caleb was ambushed by a rival pack. By the time I heard the news, Caleb had been shot. He was dead, lying in a pool of his own blood. I knelt beside him, completely breaking down, when Ethan's voice, faking an apology, came through the mind link: "Sorry, Scarlett needs me. I'm sure Caleb can handle things. Just make sure Caleb gets some rest early, don't let him run around and mess up tomorrow's celebration." I looked at my son's broken body, my voice trembling, "He won't be running anywhere anymore." "Good," Ethan said, sounding pleased. "Scarlett's bloodline is purer. She's better suited to give the Stone Pack strong heirs. You should understand." I cut the link. After I committed my son's body to the flames, I found the secret ritual to break a mate bond and contacted a wolf I hadn't spoken to in a long, long time: "The protection wards on Stone Pack territory are down. You can make your move."

The Untitled Love Story is a slow-burn romantic drama centered on Eiran, a young man living with amnesia after a traumatic incident, and Theron, a reserved, emotionally guarded man whose life becomes intertwined with Eiran’s through proximity, routine, and quiet care. As Eiran rebuilds a life he does not remember, fragments of his past and secrets Theron tried so hard to keep hidden begin to surface threatening the fragile stability they found. The novel explores love that grows patiently, the weight of unspoken grief, and whether healing requires full remembrance or the courage to choose who you are now.

“I didn’t kill her,” Neo yelled at the top of his voice. Struggling to free himself from the grips of the two hefty-looking police officers, “You’d better keep your mouth shut,” one of the two police officers fired back as they dragged him out of the building. Despite being caught in the act, how is he still insisting on his innocence?” the other police officers said in disbelief. “I know, right? I think he needs to be checked,” the first police officer replied. Neo frowned as the police officers pulled him past the small crowd that had gathered in front of the house into the police van. “If she had just obeyed me without trying to act smart, none of this would have happened,” Neo said to himself silently.

I’m getting married, but my CEO fiancé, whom I had been engaged to for ten years, had no idea. Thanks to his new personal maid, the man has no time to spare for me. The two of them always shadowed one another, and they might as well be sleeping in the same bed. My fiancé even bought a yacht and brought her to the Arctic to see the aurora when she was in a bad mood, completely forgetting that we were supposed to be picking out wedding gowns that day. I spent the entire day waiting in that bridal shop, waiting for a man who would never show up. So I called my dad, “I’m marrying someone else.”

René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China. He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them. He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings. Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming. Note: This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism. Cover by MichelleLeeee

Blurb “Admit it, you want me,” Frank said, staring deep into my eyes like I was the best thing he had ever seen. “I…don't.” “Real believable glasses.” He murmured, inching closer and closer. “Stop me if you truly believe your body isn't aching for me like mine is.” And then he claimed my lips in a searing hot kiss that left my body aching for him and my pussy dripping. Mimi Salvador has one rule: keep her fantasies on paper. The awkward, book-smart college writer has spent years hiding behind her laptop, secretly crafting spicy fanfiction about her stepbrother, Danny, the campus hockey golden boy. But when a mix-up at his game hands her smutty manuscript to his arrogant rival, Frank Santiago, her carefully built world combusts. Frank, cocky, tattooed, and maddeningly irresistible, should be her worst nightmare. Instead, he becomes her reluctant savior, claiming to be her boyfriend to save her from public humiliation. But pretending to date the campus bad boy comes with consequences… like stolen kisses that feel too real, late-night texts that make her heart race, and the terrifying realization that she might be writing her next fanfiction about him. Now Mimi’s torn between the boy she’s always loved and the one who’s making her rewrite every fantasy she’s ever had. In a campus where secrets spread faster than gossip, one mistake could cost her everything, including her heart. steamy, enemies-to-lovers, fake-dating hockey romance about love, lust, and learning that sometimes the best stories are the ones that write themselves.