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I paid the ultimate price in my last life for being too polite to refuse others. During a summer vacation, four children ended my life. "Talia, we’re already on the way to your place. We should be there in about two hours. No need to prepare anything special. Just keep things the way you normally do. Don’t fuss." I stared blankly as the voice came through my phone. The agony of my skin being scalded raw by boiling-hot stew was still vivid in my mind. When I had struggled and begged for help, those children had dragged me back together. In the chaos, I had fallen from the seventh floor and died with my eyes wide open. I glanced at the calendar on the wall. I had been reborn. In my previous life, my sister-in-law, Vanessa Mercer, had dumped her four kids at my home for the summer and left. I was forced to care for six children alone and was pushed to the brink of collapse. Simply because I wouldn’t let my nephew, Jaxon Mercer, play on his tablet for hours on end, and because I told him not to wander around the house in nothing but his underwear, the conflict escalated until it led to that horrifying death. My whole body trembled at the memory. I rushed into the bedroom, grabbed my identification documents, and fled toward the high-speed rail station with my two daughters, Kaia and Nova Mercer. "Mom, where are we going?" "I'm taking you on a trip. We’re going to have as much fun as we want!"

04:00 AM. JFK International Airport. I switched off airplane mode, and my phone lit up. The first notification was an Instagram story from my husband, Donovan Valentino, Don of the Valentino family, posted at 3:30 AM: a photo of Seraphina Moretti’s back, captioned, “Run 50 completed. Package delivered safe.” An hour before that, my flight had hit catastrophic clear-air turbulence, dropping two thousand feet in seconds. I’d clung to my seatbelt until my knuckles turned white, the crumpled threat letter from a rival crew pressed like a blade against my ribs. In those blind, falling seconds, one thought burned through the panic: If I live through this—if Donovan is waiting at arrivals—I’ll tear up my transfer papers to Dubai and stay. But there were no missed calls. No messages. He’d been too busy collecting Seraphina. He knew my flight details. He just didn’t care. Four years of marriage. 50 fully armed security details for Seraphina. For my 112 long-haul flights over those same four years? The most I ever got was a driver in an unmarked sedan. Even the night Gambino’s crew tailed me from Manhattan, and I spent six hours locked in a diner bathroom. He didn’t pick up until dawn, after the twelfth try. My transfer to Dubai was confirmed. The signed divorce settlement was in my bag. This was the last time I’d ever come back for him.

Sybil von Rosen was never meant to grow up among humans. Born a Lycan princess through a human surrogate, she was stolen from the castle as an infant by the very woman meant to nurse her, a woman who turned out to be a witch. Hidden beneath a powerful spell that caged her wolf and erased her scent from the supernatural world, Sybil was raised knowing exactly who she was… and exactly what she had been bred for. A womb. A crown. Her bloodline’s legacy. But Sybil was never meant to be a broodmare queen. She grew up human with the strength and senses of a shewolf and the magic of the witches, which got transferred to her while she was still in the womb of her surrogate. Betrayed by her hybrid fiancé, who abandoned her to marry the princess of their kingdom, Sybil made a decision that will shake three kingdoms. She returned. Not for love. Not for duty. For revenge… But the throne comes with chains. Instead of marrying one Alpha, she is bound to four—the Alpha Guardians of Lupenreich. Ruthless. Powerful. Pureblood. Feared across kingdoms. She cannot smell her mates. She is a Lycan princess trapped in a wolfless witch body. While the Alphas believe they're claiming their future Queen, Sybil is already planning something far more dangerous. She will not stand beside a king. She will not be used to breed to secure bloodlines. She certainly will not be ruled. If the kingdom wants a queen… They’re about to kneel to a rebel queen. Sybil von Rosen is not an ordinary Luna. She is the last Lycan heir. The forbidden daughter of witches. The mate of four Alpha Guardians. And she intends to take the throne for herself and will bow to no one.

She was sold to pay her father's debt. She arrived carrying his secret. Ava Sterling never expected to see Ryder Kane again. The last time she did, he'd spent one night unraveling her completely — then left her with seven words at dawn: "You are nothing to me." Four months later, she's standing on an auction platform in silver cuffs while alphas bid on her like livestock. Her father calls it a debt payment. She calls it a betrayal she'll never forgive. Then Ryder steps out of the shadows and buys her himself. One year. One contract. One rule — produce his heir. The problem? She's already four months pregnant with his triplets. Ava signs the contract and keeps her secret, calculating she has weeks before he finds out. But Ryder Kane didn't build an empire by missing things. And when the truth explodes — along with the dining room windows and the first appearance of a golden power she can't explain — everything changes. Because Ava isn't just a rejected omega carrying his children. She's the last carrier of an ancient bloodline that a seven-hundred-year-old shadow king has been waiting to claim. Her triplets are the key to a throne that was never supposed to reopen. And the contract that was supposed to be a cold transaction is becoming the one thing standing between her children and a darkness older than every pack law ever written. She was bought. She became a weapon. Now she's coming for everything that tried to take what's hers.

Five years of their marriage crumbled when Eloise Blake first went to her husband's company only to discover that she wasn't the CEO's wife. She was unaware that the documents she came to deliver to her husband was her signed divorce paper.. When she was married to Damon, Eloise had stage four cancer and was told post cancer that she had the eggs of a 68year old post menopausal woman and that IVF wasn’t even an option for her because there was no way it would work. She could either adopt or have no kids at all. Eloise knowing fully well that this could be the reason that her husband's burning love for her suddenly quenched still didn't expect that much of a betrayal even after having a passionate night together a day before. In a bid to pay her husband back, she had a nightstand with a stranger. Four weeks after she left her old life behind, she discovers she’s pregnant with spontaneous Triplets with no medical help! it was like a miracle. five years later, Now a successful curator, she returns after her father’s death, only to find herself surrounded by her ex- husband who would do anything to win her heart back. Would she choose to go back to her ex-husband? what would happen when the stranger she had a night stand with five years ago suddenly showcases again. How would she discover who her triplet's daddy really is ?

🔥 THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, POSSESSIVE ALPHA ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED...Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she’s desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex’s teasing smirk and Sean’s quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn’t know where to turn—or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation. (STEPSERIES PART 1- STEPBROTHER'S PUNISHES ME EVERYNGHT) (STEPSERIES PART 2- STEPUNCLES' ALPHAS PUNISH ME EVERYNIGHT) This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore.

YVES' fiancee lost all of her memories due to tragic history about her past. Even her, was having a hard time to accept her situation. She never expected that she would also forget the man she loves the most. For the past five years, Yves had been secretly looking at her from a far until he finally decided to meet her in person, with a desire to capture her heart all over again. A longing smile was plastered on his face as soon as he saw her. He unconsciously uttered those four words, with sixteen letters. “Honey, we meet again.”

Four sisters sat on the kitchen floor in a circle each holding their favorite icecream tub and started discussing their heart problems. Rude but not so... Rude Badboy but not so... Badboy Player but not so... Player Jerk but not so... Jerk "Why do we all have such an amazing selection in the boys?" Asked both the twins at a time looking at their elder sisters. "We will definitely note the sarcasm." added the middle sister for them. "Don't worry dears! This is not the end and we will find someone else for sure. That is life which goes on and on and on." assured the elder sister. Well we will also see how they will get out of this Not so... Cliché lives, but will they?

Luna Marchetti is a struggling cellist drowning in debt and her mother's illness—until a mysterious man with storm-gray eyes leaves ten thousand dollars and an invitation she can't refuse. Kont Alexander Volkan hasn't felt anything in four hundred years, but Luna's music shatters his eternal silence. Drawn into his world of ancient secrets and dangerous desire, Luna discovers that some bonds are worth dying for. But when a vampire hunter reveals her father's dark past, she must choose: the man who awakens her soul, or the truth that could destroy them both.

I've been the perfect daughter for seventeen years. When my twin sister Sage proposed we switch lives for one semester, I was supposed to disagree. Good girls don't swap identities. They don't pretend to be someone else. They definitely don't fall for bad boys with dangerous secrets. But I'm suffocating at elite Ashford Academy, and Sage is one mistake away from juvenile detention. We need each other's escape more than we need our own lives. One switch. Two liars. Four broken hearts. And a murder that should have stayed buried.