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An accident that killed her father made Valerie always overshadowed by fear and terror. She managed to get through the traumatic period with the help of a psychiatrist and got on with her life well. She wants to live as normal as women in general; experience romantic love stories like in books and so on. That hope began to come true with George in her life. However, it was not as beautiful as she dreamed. Nine blue candles. This scared her very much. Someone suddenly became close to her and she trusted him because he helped her. Someone else looked suspicious to her. But what does Valerie have to do with all this? Who are they… who is he?

Chelsea Evans is drowning. Her mother is critically ill. The bills won’t stop coming. And when her father is fired from his janitor job, everything she’s been fighting for starts to collapse. Then the man from the elevator turns out to be her only chance. Davis Dylan—rich, arrogant, untouchable—offers her a deal she can’t refuse: her father gets his job back… if Chelsea becomes his mistress. No love. No promises. Just a contract. Thrown into Davis’s glamorous world of power, parties, and public possession, Chelsea is labeled a gold digger and treated like “another one.” But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the lines become—between control and desire, hate and attraction, survival and self-destruction. She needed money. He wanted to have fun. Yet love always find a way.

Maximus Wallace, a billionaire at the age of thirty. He rose from being miserable to being the richest bachelor. At his age he thought where would he leave all his fortune. He's an orphan and he can't stay in a relationship because all the woman he dated was just after his money. So in order to prevent him from marrying a gold digger he just look for a surrogate who will carry his heir/heiress. He put out an advertisement and soon enough lots of women are flooding in front of Wallace Empire Corp. Winona Taylor, an average woman working two to three jobs to make ends meet happened to hear the advertisement of Maximus Wallace wanting a child. She suddenly look at the adorable tiny human that looks so much like him. Surrogate no more because she will bring him his heir.

By day, he’s just another broke guy with worn-out shoes and a charming smile. But behind the façade, Alec Blackwell is a billionaire tycoon—owner of a global empire and a ruthless legal mastermind. Tired of gold diggers and fake affections, Alec disguises himself as an average man, swiping through dating apps in search of something real. No private jets. No designer suits. Just raw chemistry and brutal honesty. Then he meets Zara Lane—a fiercely independent hustler juggling three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for games. She doesn’t care for his sob stories or smooth talk. She wants respect, not romance. But Alec’s world is built on secrets. And Zara’s life is about to crash straight into a truth more shocking than either of them expected. Because in a game of lies, power, and attraction… Who really holds the upper hand?

Her fiancé murdered her family and sold her virgin cunt to the highest bidder in the North. Ten million gold, and she’s on her knees, dripping, collared, and gifted to the Devil Alpha himself. Vuk Kael Lasković is seven feet of cruel muscle and demonic cock. He rips her open on the throne-room floor, knot swelling, fangs in her throat, and growls through the ruin: “Fuck!! Look at you taking me raw—what have you done to me, little moon?” He paid to hunt her. He’ll spend the rest of eternity breeding her sloppy, marking every inch of skin, turning the last Lunar princess into his personal, whimpering, cum-soaked queen. She was sold to be used and discarded. She’ll be the filthy little slut who owns the Devil’s soul, one ruined orgasm at a time.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

A very successful businessman who was willing to sacrifice even his family for his goal to become the most powerful man in the world was reborn to the earth two hundred thousand years after only to find the world different from what he knew. Humans now have necro which can improve their abilities, turning them into superhumans which help them fight extraterrestrial-like creatures known as kuishinbos. In a new world where necros define power, Vander has none. How will he survive? How will he persevere? Will he continue his goal? Join Vander in his unforgettable experience in overcoming all the obstacles he will face in the new world.

When I found out I was pregnant, I immediately went to buy abortion pills. When I decided to take the pills, I could hear my unborn son’s heartbeat. [Mom, please don’t abort me! I can bring you fortune!] [My dad is super rich. He loves simping and chasing women.] [He goes after innocent and strong-willed women. He gives away gifts freely, but the women usually would throw them away. I know where these thrown away gifts are!] I thought I must be crazy. I hurriedly swallowed the pills and drank water. [Several hundred grams of gold! The latest handphone! Tens of millions of jewelry! What’s more…] I gagged and spat out the pills into the trashbin next to my feet. “Where are they? Tell me now!"

"Tell me how do you want me to make it up to you??" I asked, putting myself at risk by asking the big bad alpha wolf that question. "I'm not simply interested in having sex with you," He smiled and came closer, running his finger up my neck, "I want to experience everything with you." "How about not wearing any clothing whenever we are alone in this mansion?" I gasped in shock as he murmured into my face. (Content/ Trig*er Warning: The following read consists of extreme profanity, violence, or gore. Subjects like SA and abuse are briefly discussed that might be difficult for some to read)

“I have nothing else,” I continued, my voice gaining a desperate strength. “So I offer myself. My loyalty. My.... my body. Whatever you want from me. Just...just help me make them pay. Help me destroy them.” Then, slowly, a smirk touched his lips. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was cold, calculating, and utterly terrifying. It sent a chill down my spine ~ He is no savior, just a cold, calculating rogue with a history of violence and eyes that blaze gold in the shift. She is the Omega who unexpectedly became his fated mate, carrying the weight of murdered kin and a desperate need for vengeance. He offers her the strength she craves, but his methods are brutal, his heart seemingly encased in ice. Amidst the blood and shadows, can fleeting, rare moments of raw connection forge something real, or is a monster forever bound to his nature?