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This story takes place in the esteemed Heaven and Hell, following Ashton Caliel (age 8-23) the caring, handsome King of Heaven, in his journey from only a prince to the leader of his vast kingdom. At the age of 8, the narrator shows the final moments before Ashton's princely training truly begins, bringing any childhood experiences to a halt. After a brief brush with an icy death, he spends his final free moments in front of the family fireplace. We skip time to the age of 18, Ashton training with his personal guard and close friend Matt (28). This was the day his father and current king was to sign another peace treaty with the King of Hell. Out of curiosity he took a peak at the demon king and came to find Damien Umbra (23-28) sultry, charismatic and flirty king of Hell. They did not officially meet at this time despite locking eyes as the demon laid an ominous future on the angel king. Very soon the prince would take the throne. After a second encounter with the demon king that resulted in heavy flirting, much to the new kings surprise, they had not met again for weeks. A single gift led the king to make a secret visit to Hell to interrogate the other king. During this visit Damien plays off his interest in the angel as only a fun game. This is to go on for years with only brief visits and gifts, causing the angel king to slowly fall for Damien in the process. Damien visits Ashton in the night, leaving a small gift for the angel to wake up to. Ashton is to accept this gift, but the council of angels in heaven give him trouble when they are to find out about this secret relationship.

After helping the company secure a project worth 30 million dollars, the HR department suddenly tells me that I'm fired, and I will not be receiving any of my bonuses this year. Confused, I look for my boss, Jett Leroy, to ask him about it. However, he points his finger in my face and yells at me, "If it weren't for you being a stupid Scorpio, being the most toxic match for me and affecting the company's luck, we wouldn't have had a 30% drop in net profits this year! "I'm already generous enough by not making you compensate for all the losses you caused me! How dare you still ask me for more money? Get lost if you know what's best for you!" I smile when I read the text message notification on my phone and hurriedly sign the release documents. Jett is right. My horoscope and his definitely don't get along well. After all, I will be coming for his ass just a short while later!

Hayan Shin had a crush on his classmate, Hajin Kim for a long time and he's contented at just admiring him from afar but fortunate things happened, and they got closer together. Will Hayan finally be able to confess his feelings? And oh, he's been receiving love letters from a secret admirer too.

Elijah Black was born to lead. He is the alpha heir, a billionaire empire builder, and a man whose wolf once roared with purpose. But when his fated mate died, the bond shattered, and so did he. His wolf went silent. Elijah stopped shifting, stopped living, and forced himself into a grief support group in the basement of St. Catherine’s Church because disappearing into the sorrow of strangers felt easier than facing his own. Then Jaxon Reed walks in, late, loud, and chaotic, completely out of place in a room full of mourning hearts. He does not claim to grieve a person, but instead the version of himself he destroyed. He lies with charm, performs with reckless humor, and unsettles everyone, especially Elijah. Elijah wants to hate him, but his wolf wants to chase him. Jaxon wants to vanish, but his smile refuses to leave. Their connection is electric. It is grief meeting chaos, discipline clashing with wild instinct. Elijah is pulled back to life against his will, and Jaxon is seen for the first time in years. But Elijah’s world is not human, and Jaxon’s past is far from harmless. As the tension between them grows, both men must confront a truth neither is ready to name. What happens when the alpha who refuses to shift meets the man whose very existence wakes the wolf inside him? The answer will change everything, if they survive long enough to face it.

I was locked in a fridge for 40 days while the uncensored photos of me spread like wildfire across the internet. In the face of the salacious rumors about me, my mother reacted by reposting them. Then, she turned to warn my sister, "Look at how disgusting the entertainment industry is. Don't join it, alright? Stay home and inherit your sister's assets instead. My dearest daughter must be innocent and pure, unlike her." She forgot. She forgot I only joined this 'disgusting' industry to pay for her cancer treatment.

When my mother-in-law was poisoned and clinging to life, my toxicology knowledge was her only hope. I ended the call and grabbed my coat, ready to rush to the hospital. My husband blocked my path. "Hold on! It's the opening of Ella's haunted castle today. You're bailing to play ghost?" I stared at him, telling him about the dire situation. The poison needed to be neutralized within thirty minutes, or it would be fatal. He rolled his eyes. "Your janitor mom can drop dead for all I care. I'll toss some Monopoly money on her grave if it shuts you up. Don't try to cross me here." His best female friend draped herself over him. "In a hurry to chase some side guy? Girl, your face is longer than Herbert's when he is all revved up. Right, buddy?" Their shamelessness was almost laughable. The kicker? Herbert thought it was my mom dying.

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut. "Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me. The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!" Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along. "What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!" Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister. "Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."

An androgynous detective punished by the law will find himself trapped in the hands of a possessive criminal. ***** Bright, an arrogant detective with a beautiful face, starts to live a hellish life after his sister's mysterious abduction. His desperation for money brings him to a terrible nightmare he can never escape from. He is sentenced to two years in prison where the criminals he put there himself is currently lock up. He instantly becomes the new prey of the hungry predators. Cole, a notorious criminal who mysteriously turned himself to authorities, hears about his "favorite" detective's imprisonment. He immediately offers protection to the poor detective on one condition. Bright will be his slave. Will the haughty detective accept the devil's offer? or he will just let himself suffer for two years and hope to make it out alive?

Book Two of the Fatebound Trilogy Born of prophecy. Forged in pain. Chosen by the Moon Goddess—whether she wants it or not. After surviving her father’s brutality and discovering the truth of the white wolf within her, Zahra Larkin thought the worst was behind her. But evil doesn’t die—it waits. Beyond the borders of the supernatural kingdoms, a dark god stirs. Monvar, Lord of Shadows, feeds on fear and faithlessness, twisting hearts and turning packs against one another. As belief in the Moon Goddess fades, his power grows, and Zahra’s very existence becomes both a beacon of hope and a target for destruction. When Zahra is taken by Monvar’s followers, her world shatters again. Tortured, broken, and isolated, she must find a way to survive long enough to escape—and to face what she’s becoming. Because the blood of Selene runs in her veins, and if she falls, the Goddess’s light could die with her. Haunted by trauma and hunted by darkness, Zahra must learn to trust the four fated mates bound to her soul. Together they hold the key to awakening her Lycan power—and saving the supernatural world from annihilation. But love and destiny demand sacrifice. And the girl who was once marked by fate must now decide whether to embrace her divine power… or let the shadows win.

Dad is famous for being a total simp over Mom in the elite society. Naturally, he views Callie Archer, the stepdaughter whom Mom has brought with her, as his own. But Callie is afflicted with a severe case of walking phobia. Her feet couldn't touch the ground at all. Only when she's stepping on my back can she roam around in the house freely. So, whenever Callie looks in a certain direction, Mom will press my head down and force me to crawl toward Callie to serve as her doormat. The doctor issues a warning to my family that my spine is severely contorted. So when Callie wants to admire the flowers in the yard while wearing a pair of spiked shoes again, I can't endure the pain anymore, so I shiver slightly out of instinct. Callie ends up losing her balance and falling to the ground. She bawls like a baby afterward. Mom rushes over immediately before kicking me in the gut, her high heel lodging into my flesh. "It's extremely rare for Callie to be willing to leave the house! Why must you ruin her mood? Can't you just be more understanding and play your role as a doormat for the sake of your sister's illness?" Meanwhile, Dad scoops Callie into his arms, his heart bleeding for her plight. He coaxes her gently, telling her that he'll buy her new dresses later. I can only curl up on the ground while hacking up blood. But Dad just thinks I'm playing the pity card. He commands his men to throw me into the basement. Apparently, I can only be released once I've learned to stay stationary when I'm supporting Callie. As I clutch my broken ribs, I feel my tears flowing down my face as well as the blood from my injuries. I'm sorry, Dad. Next time, I will definitely not move a muscle, just like a corpse.