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Her village burned. Her family died. Liora fled to Kraithan, thinking she had left the monsters behind—but one high-ranking vampire shows up in her apartment, wounded, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Weak but cunning, he carries secrets that could lead her to the creature who destroyed her home—or drag her into a darkness she has spent her life running from. To survive—and to strike back—Liora must confront what it truly means to become the monster. And in a city where vampires, werewolves, and humans collide, every choice could be deadly.

Norah was a ghost. Born without a scent in a world governed by pheromones, she was the invisible runt of the pack — ignored, dismissed, and forgotten. She thought being invisible was a curse, until her father sold pack secrets to a rival mafia family and vanished, leaving Norah to pay the price. Enter Declan Sutton. Ruthless Alpha. Corporate warlord. He does not want Norah's money. He buys her debt for one reason only: to use her unique anomaly as a weapon against his enemies. Declan forces Norah into a world of espionage and blood, using her scentlessness to infiltrate high-security galas and rival strongholds. But as the war between the Suttons and the Kranes escalates from corporate

Angry ghost of a young guy, Joey, who was supposed to take over his father's reign as the alpha of his park, returned after his body was committed to Mother Earth. Cilia, an adorable girl who happens to be the one Joey decides to fall in love with, impregnated her, just so his lineage would continue. In her condition, lots of tragedies came lurking around. Now, it's time for Joey to hunt. For what he ever loved while he was alive, he'll never let go for any reason. A ghost romance werewolf story of true love, regret vengeance, and lust; full of spice of life.

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me

Two years of flash marriage, she gives her everything into it, thinking one day she would be able to steal his heart. A marriage where nobody knew that she was Krish Goenka's wife who was known to be the most eligible bachelor and the richest man in the country, she tried everything, still, he looks her as a burden to him as the marriage itself was forced on him. He treated her like a showpiece in his home that doesn't worth his attention and precious time. A marriage that was nothing to him but everything to her as she kept giving a chance to this marriage until she finds out that he was seeing another woman. How could she still beer it? Finally, she took the final decision as she left

Being discarded by my family and betrayed by my fiancé and step-sister was not the dream future I wanted. This was supposed to be a grand alliance between the two packs. But I was cornered in anger by this betrayal. Until I had to leave and decided to be more flexible, that night's meeting became the starting point of an unexpected future. Yes, just like the time, I couldn't scream anymore, and only tears of pleasure fell down my cheeks. "Uh, I'm close." So close that I didn't realize if we would look at each other again later. Not on the bed, but on the desk. "Damn, I keep imagining how he moves on top of me." Now, how could I work as his secretary with such a dirty mind?

Ignazio Quirino's first marriage had to end because his wife Gretta died not long after giving birth due to cancer. Gretta's death broke Ignazio's heart, so he chose to run away from his family, leaving behind a baby he never even named. Five years it was passed. Due to Ignazio's father's health condition, Antony Quirino, Ignazio finally returned. Still, he did not dare to show himself because he felt too ashamed of his selfish actions in the past. Meanwhile, Mrs. Claire Quirino asked Olivia Grint, the girl she had trusted to look after her grandson, to help Ignazio get close to Gianna, whose biological daughter is now five. But who would have thought that Ignazio and Olivia woul

The classified project I was working on wrapped up ahead of schedule, so I made sure to get back on my daughter's birthday. When I walked in, a girl I had never seen before was wearing my daughter's princess dress, a crown perched on her head. She sat in front of a cake as tall as she was, eyes closed, making a wish. I frowned and stepped closer. "Who are you? Why are you wearing my daughter's dress? Where's Heidi?" Before she could answer, two housemaids rushed out and started yelling at me. "Where the hell did you come from? How dare you talk to our boss's daughter like that? If you know what's good for you, get out! When the boss gets back, you won't like what happens." I stood there

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herse

“Sign it.” Axton’s calm voice echoed in the room. The kind of calm that made silence deafening. He pushed the divorce papers across the polished desk, his expression cold and composed. The pen rolled until it stopped in front of her hand. Isla’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up. The golden ring on her finger glinted under the office light, a cruel reminder of everything that was about to end. Three years of marriage, three years of smiles and unspoken tenderness, now reduced to a signature line. They had never married for love, binded by a contract signed for convenience, destined to expire the moment it no longer served its purpose. And yet somewhere along the wa