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THE SPOILED BRAT AND HER BODYGUARD | 18+ Annatalia de Marco doesn't know contentment and constraint. All her life, she was envied, spoiled, and pampered. That's until she was involved in a scandal and this time, her father has had enough. The spoiled brat ends up with an ex-military whose only purpose was to make sure she doesn't make matters worse. Damiano Rossi was an ex-military who carries himself with a dangerous aura. As cold as ice and as impenetrable as a stone wall, no one really knows the real him. Guarding and protecting Annatalia was supposed to be easy for Damiano, but there was a blazing tension between them that will surely burn them. In pain or pleasure? That is the question.

Five years and a divorce paper in my hand before I realized that I invested my time, effort and devotion to the wrong man. Trapped in a corner with nothing left to my name, I was willing to bargain with my ex-husband for my daughter’s sake. But then, a savior, my husband’s new boss came to rescue me from the financial quagmire I was in. He helped me recover what I lost: my dignity, pride and most importantly, he gave me hope. I thought he was the perfect man. But the illusion shattered when his motives came to bite me in the face. He was in this for revenge, and his target was me.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

On our wedding day, Carter Hall's father took his own life in our new home. He left a suicide note, blaming me for his death. From that day forward, Carter despised me to the core. He said, "Lindsey Thomson, you deserve to rot in hell, atoning for your sins for the rest of your life." Eventually, just as he wished, I wandered the streets, mute and half-insane, living a life worse than a stray dog. But then, he regretted it.

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.

My husband, an anesthesiologist, deliberately increases the sedative dosage on an accident victim so he can get a new heart for his first love, Selena Quigley. After her operation, he cares for her and celebrates her rebirth. He only remembers to contact me after she's recovered. "It's been three months since we saw each other, honey. You shouldn't be mad anymore, right? Why don't you book a flight for tomorrow so you can come home? I'll pick you up at the airport." I won't be going home anymore, though. Not now, not forever. I've already died on his operating table.

After my mother shot down my pleas to cover my medical bills the 100th time, I clutched my bone cancer diagnosis papers and trudged to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I muttered to the clerk. Half an hour ticked by before my parents and adopted brother arrived in their car. My dad, a forensic pathologist, cracked me across the face. "You're pulling a fake-death stunt now, just to steal the spotlight from your brother?" My mom, a hospital director, snatched the papers from my hands and shredded them into confetti. "Faking records using my credentials and tying up hospital resources? You've crossed the line!" My brother cried, tugging at their sleeves. "It's all my fault. I'll skip the amusement park forever. I don't need a thing. Just quit riling up Mom and Dad." I spun around, my hand pressed against my throbbing chest, and begged the crematorium staff. "Please, when it's time, cremate me and scatter the ashes in the river. I've got no family left in this world."

Reality shows are one of the most popular television shows where the contestants compete for money and every week the contestant gets eliminated one by one through voting. But there's a one reality show where it was aired at the specific channel at 3 am where the contestants compete for the prize of thirty million dollars except the elimination method is different where the first person who died during the challenge will be automatically officially out of the game. So get ready as the show is about to start. Lights Camera and Action!

In the twilight realm of Solvalla, the throne is a death sentence. To save her brother from the front lines, Weaver Isolde Thorne steals a noblewoman’s identity and enters the "Catalyst Trials," a ceremony to find a bride who can absorb the king's petrification curse. When King Alaric Valerion chooses her, Isolde finds herself bound by a blood-pact to a silent man who is more stone than flesh. As their "soul-link" forces her to feel his every hidden desire, a shadow from the court threatens to expose her weaver roots. Isolde must navigate a fake marriage where the stakes are her life, all while a mysterious stalker closes in, forcing her to choose between the brother she protected and the King she is starting to love.

—The romance is not fast-paced.— In a world where every werewolf finds their destined mate and embraces their wolf form, Madeleine Blackwood stands alone, unable to shift and scorned by her kind. When a devastating rejection forces her to flee into the night, she encounters something far more dangerous than her broken dreams: a phoenix whose presence could reshape her destiny. Dante Solcrest sees the strength within Madeleine that others miss, forging a connection that defies the laws of their realm. But their forbidden love could spark a disaster that will leave nothing but ashes in its wake. In the face of conflict and devastating loss, can Madeleine discover her true strength? And in a world where power comes at the highest price, will their hearts survive the inferno? One rejected wolf. One eternal flame. A destiny written in Ash and Moonlight.