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On the morning of her wedding, Nymera wakes up in an unknown room, a strange bed - she had been mated by a stranger. Forced into a marriage with an Alpha whose heart and love belongs to bestfriend. Nymera becomes a shadow, with her mate and title stolen. Powerless and Timid. She's an abomination in the bloodline of powerful women chosen by the moon goddess to be Alphas. But fate has other plans for her. A dark truth unravels - the man who had defiled her was no ordinary man, but the infamous mad Lycan king. Bound to him by a forbidden mark, Nymera has to deal with obsession, betrayal and prophecies. When pushed to her limit, the weak omega must decide either to remain a pawn or to reclaim what she had lost. Betrayal. Love. Revenge. Madness. When the Bloom of Chaos and Redemption arrives, the world would either kneel at her feet... Or burn in her wrath.

"Alexander Knight!" I shouted attracting the attention of all the guests. Soon Alexander walked towards me but kept a good distance. Seeing that, I laughed humorlessly. "So now you can’t even bear to be close to me? I disgust you now, isn’t it?” I asked with a broken heart but a bright smile on my face "Son, do you know her?” an older version of Alexander asked "No dad, I’ve never seen her before” he replied looking at me dead in the eye. He shattered my heart into countless pieces. I looked around and saw everyone condemning me with their eyes and words. At first I wanted an explanation but not anymore. His answer says it all. What happens when everything you’ve ever known and owned is ripped away in the blink of an eye? Gina Jameson had it all. But one tragic loss after another turned her world upside down. But Gina isn’t giving up. She’s ready to reclaim everything stolen from her and rise from the ashes with a vengeance. The world will see what happens when you push someone to their breaking point. •~ THE CHRONICLES OF BETRAYAL, SELF DISCOVERY AND REVENGE •~ "HE REJECTED ME, HE DENIED ME. THEY ALL DENIED ME AND NOW THE MONSTER IS CREATED"

The night I found out, I almost fixed it. Almost. My assignment had been changed to Everglades Academy. Two thousand miles south. Swamp territory. Three omegas died there last year. I'd asked Kael to file my school preference. Silver Peak Academy. Together. The way we'd planned since we were twelve, lying in the snow making promises to the stars. Now the screen said Everglades. I called him immediately. He picked up on the second ring, relaxed as always. "Hey." "My assignment," I said. "It says Everglades." "Oh." Not guilt. Recalibration. "Lil came by while I was filing yours. She wanted to play a prank—switched it to Everglades for a laugh." He laughed. Light. Careless. "Deadline's tomorrow night. Just override it yourself. It takes thirty seconds." "If I hadn't checked—" "But you did check." That patience. "Fen. You always check everything. That's why she knew you'd catch it. It was just a joke." Just a joke. So my future was a punchline. My life, someone else's entertainment. I said nothing. I packed my gear. I left for the transport hub on departure day. Kael found me at the platform. His smile was gone. "I told you to override it. You didn't change it back?" "No."

As Shawn’s stay-at-home Luna, I spent twelve winters scrubbing his floors and washing his clothes until my knuckles bled, and he called me Low-rent. I bore his children. I forged his son’s armor with my own hands. I waited for him to take me back to my birth pack—but he chose his adopted sister, Marga, over me, even for a simple journey to my father’s coastal lands. At dawn, I dried my tears and swallowed every ounce of bitterness. Then I returned to the territory I had abandoned and became the heir to the Pearlcoast Pack. The wife Alpha Shawn discarded now rules everything he cannot touch. And the word he feared most—alone—is the word I finally taste as power.

**Perfect Blind** *She pretended to be her blind twin. Then she watched her brother-in-law die. The killer tested her—held the bloody head five inches from her face. She didn't blink.* **But what he didn't know? She's not just pretending. She's hunting him too.** --- Jiang Yan has spent three months learning to be her blind twin sister: the walk, the voice, the empty stare. She breaks into Lin's apartment seeking a diary—evidence of a murder Yan committed ten years ago. Instead, she finds a body. A killer who knows sign language. And a "dead man" who won't stop breathing. Trapped in a locked room with two strangers and one lie, Yan must play the perfect blind woman while uncovering the truth: her sister isn't blind, her father isn't dead, and the murder she confessed to never happened. **In this family, everyone wears a mask. The only way out is to see through them all.** --- **Perfect for fans of:** - *The Silent Patient* (unreliable narrator) - *Gone Girl* (toxic sisterhood) - *Behind Her Eyes* (identity games) **Tags:** #PsychologicalThriller #TwistedFamily #BlindPOV #ShortRead #DarkSecrets --- **Word count:** 10,000 words | **Chapters:** 10 | **Reading time:** 45 minutes *Every chapter ends with a twist. The final page changes everything

Cameron Moon called me a worthless Omega and rejected me at the mating ceremony. He humiliated me in front of the entire Crescent Moon Pack, never knowing I hid my true identity as the last pureblood Lycan Queen for 18 years. His cruelty awakened my power, and I left the pack to build my own kingdom. Now he kneels, begging for a second chance—but I already have a king by my side: the most powerful Black Wolf Alpha. This is my story of revenge, power, and unexpected love.

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."

My brother vanished searching for the truth about our bloodline. Now I'm in the town that swallowed him whole — and the Alpha who runs it knows exactly what I am. He just won't tell me. Kael Blackwood has driven out everyone who asked too many questions. His pack obeys without hesitation. His enemies disappear without trace. And since the moment I arrived, something between us has been pulling tighter — a bond he's fighting, a secret he's keeping, and a full moon two days away that changes everything. My brother left one warning: Don't let them mark you before you know what it means. I'm starting to think the most dangerous thing in Ashveil isn't what they're hiding. It's what I am.

I hid behind the study curtains, heart racing with a fragile, trembling joy. In my hands: an ultrasound photo—two heartbeats—and a no-limit black card. Alessandro had given it to me last night, his lips on my neck, calling me his Donna, his queen. Tonight, I was going to tell him about the twins. "The Petrov family needs to see my good faith," his voice drifted in, smooth as velvet. "Vittoria arrives Thursday. I’ll announce the engagement then." My blood froze. "What about Elena?" someone asked. "She’s been with you three years. She manages the books, dug that slug out of your side herself. Is this fair to her?" "Elena?" He leaned back in the leather chair, cigar smoke curling around his jaw. "She’s like a trained hound, Salvatore. After the Rossi family got wiped out, I pulled her from the gutter, gave her a gun and a bed. Have you ever seen a hound leave its master? I could kick her, and she would lick my boot and ask for another." My nails sank into my palms, crumpling the ultrasound. "Aren’t you afraid she’ll leave?" Marco, his Capo, asked. Alessandro paused. Then he said: "She would die for me without question. How could she ever leave?" Those words struck my chest like two 9mm rounds. I didn't wait. I ran through the cemetery, past the tombs of dead Dons, and hurled that card into the Hudson. I vanished into the night with his heirs in my womb and three years of lies in my throat. "I'm sorry, my babies," I whispered to my belly. "Mommy was a fool." But I wouldn't be a fool anymore.