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Cecilia Laurent’s husband, Lyon Melville, was known across North Ameria’s underground circles as the biggest womanizer. As the current Don of the Melville family, the women who wanted to get close to him would line up from New Yorke to Rondon. He never turned anyone away from his bed. Cecilia had been married to Lyon for five years. The taunting messages and intimate photos from his mistresses were enough to fill the storage on three of her encrypted phones. Cecilia showed no mercy. After the photos of Lyon in the car with a model were made public, she had the sports car dismantled completely. When he went out to sea with an actress to watch fireworks, she had the yacht blown to nothing. She blacklisted every woman who tried to cling to him. She overturned tables at family banquets. She risked every bit of dignity she had as the Melville family’s Donna in the hope that he would come back to her. Lyon allowed it. He let the rumors spread without denying anything. For five years, Cecilia was the joke of the family and the entire underworld. When the New Year came around, Cecilia received her first “gift” of the year. It was an intimate photo of Lyon in bed with another woman. At nearly the same time, a headline broke across New Yorke’s social media and tabloids. [Don Melville Meets Superstar Gianna Moretti Late at Night.] Inside the banquet hall of the family estate, the band continued to play. The champagne tower reflected a cold light. Everyone was waiting for her to blow up. Her assistant expertly pulled up the PR department’s number and held the phone out to her. “Donna Melville, the PR team is waiting for your instructions. Do you want us to make this bigger, like last time?” Cecilia looked at the man in the photo. Ten minutes ago, he had held their daughter on the balcony and watched the fireworks together. She suddenly smiled. “Take it down,” she said. “I don’t want to see this on the front page in two hours.” Everyone in New Yorke knew that the Melville family’s Donna loved like a madwoman. She could lose her temper just as easily. But this time, she did not lose control. She wanted a divorce.

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

My older sister Seraphina had always been the center of attention in New York's Upper East Side. Everyone worshiped her, protected her. At the Montgomery charity gala, my father asked we to choose our future husband in front of every powerful family in New York. Seraphina smiled and generously let me choose first. But this time, I said no. In my past life, I truly thought she cared about me. I followed her suggestion and married Declan Thorne, a man whose immune system had failed after a car crash. He had been confined to a wheelchair for years, and people whispered that he was worthless. I surrendered my place in the family and became his nurse, his support, the only thing keeping him from complete loneliness. But no matter how hard I tried, I could never reach his heart. Then, at Seraphina’s gender reveal party, Declan stood up from his wheelchair in front of everyone. "Brielle,I felt nothing for you. You were just a way for me to get closer to Sera." The silence lasted only a second before the room turned on me. Every whisper, every stare, every hidden laugh made me feel like the biggest fool in New York. That night, I rushed out of the party and drove away before anyone could see me break down. On the bridge, my hands shook so badly that the car spun out of control and crashed through the railing. I made ninety-nine calls before the river swallowed the car completely, and every single one went unanswered. Three days later, they found me trapped beneath the water, already suffocated in the wreckage. Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the gala where my father had planned to announce our engagements. This time, I picked no one.

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."

"You are kidding, right?" A peal of hysteric laughter escaped my throat as Alpha Blaze, my brother, told me that I was about to become some old man's wife. How could he do this to me?! I was eighteen and I had yet to find my mate! My own pack wanted to sell me to Alpha Kestrel, and they even dared tell me that sacrificing myself was my duty?! Knowing that my so-called fiancé was fixated on girls' purity, I came up with a sneaky plan to lose my virginity at any cost… The problem was that the male part of my pack consisted of chauvinistic, primitive screwheads; the mere thought of allowing any of them to touch me was making me sick. I almost lost all hope, but then at my bachelorette party… "Oh. My. Goddess..." I felt as if I had met the sexiest man alive. Moreover, he found me attractive! I spent the most beautiful night of my life with him... but that was when my true nightmare began. My Prince Charming disappeared, and I was severely punished for my deed. Five years later, I found out that the sexy stripper is the damn King of werewolves! Now not only that—he is also my mate, and he knew about it all along! I'm no longer the innocent girl he met. I've been hiding my real identity, but I'm planning to reveal it when the right time comes. When it does, I, Aria Seymour, am going to take vengeance on the Alpha King. Werewolf Kingdom Stories - Book One Werewolf Kingdom Stories in order: 1. How to reject the Alpha King - completed 2. I loved this Beta too much - ongoing

She intended to trap him with her feelings… but also got trapped in his embrace. Hope Morgan steps into the world of the Masons with fire in her veins and secrets stitched into her soul. All she needs is to get close to Ace Mason—the ruthless, magnetic heir to a bloodstained empire. Cold. Unreachable. Lethal. He’s everything she should fear. And yet, she finds herself drawn to the storm behind his silence. What begins as a calculated seduction spirals into something deeper, darker… and far more dangerous. Every touch, every stolen glance pulls her further from her purpose and closer to the truth—a truth that could destroy them both. When lines between enemy and lover blur, and loyalty is a loaded gun, Hope must choose: betray the man who set her world on fire, or burn with him.

Have you ever wondered how to mate with an Alpha? Have you ever wondered how to capture the heart of the most powerful man in the land and have him completely in your grasp? Well, I did. *********** The fool clenched his fists by his sides. “The fact that you were born an omega made things terrible for you and now that you made the wise decision to become the famous prostitute of the town you’re even more disgusting to me. Now you can get over whatever fucked up and deluded version you had of us in your head.” “I, Beta Meidran Hall of the Etrana Pack, reject you, Samiya Cordova, as my mate and I hereby break any bond we might share.” *********** Samiya Cordova, a lowly omega, and popular pack slut finds her entire life come crumbling down when she gets rejected by the Beta Meidran. Heart broken, torn, and slightly vengeful, she makes a vow to do anything she can in her power to steal the heart of the Alpha in order to get her ultimate revenge.

Being the best is a requirement for me. When it comes to this, I am the best. Unlike others, I can move quickly. As for me, I'm quite robust. I have a high IQ. Many professional teams are interested in signing me because I am the starting goalkeeper for my high school's soccer squad. My teammates will follow my every order as long as I am captain. Girls urge me to add them to my list of s*x partners. To avoid my father's anger, I just need to make it to the professional league and play for the best team in the world. I am Williams Phanuel, and I have made sure that everything in existence is centered on me. I've got my eye on the new girl in class; it'll only be a matter of time until she succumbs to my charms. This one is more obstinate than others; she won't even give me her name. She has a sharp mind, too. Perhaps too witty for his own good. I simply cannot admit her. No one will get past me. Despite my lack of concern, I must admit that she is distracting me from my objective. Your father will not approve of that. Do I need to reiterate how much I adore the works of William Shakespeare? I'm aware of that. To put it simply, I am a paradox in human form. There are "some born great," "some who make great," and "those who have greatness thrust upon them," as Shakespeare put it. I managed to acquire all three! No one can ever hope to measure up to that.

My future daughter-in-law, Chloe Cyrus, knelt on the floor in a deep V-neck lace nightgown, her face flushed with a hint of longing as she looked up at me. "Mr. Edison, let me take good care of you tonight." My eyes fell on the proud, smooth swell exposed at her chest, and I swallowed hard. "This… this isn't appropriate, is it?" The next second, she pressed herself tightly against me and crouched down. My mind went blank with desire…

Scarlett is a Vampire-Werewolf Hybrid She is the eldest daughter of the Vampire King Phoenix is a Vampire He is the second in command to the Vampire King They are destined for each other or are they As old lovers interfere And a new lover wanting to claim Kidnapers everywhere A King in trouble Is war still on the horizon * Book Two in the 'Royal Family' series I would recommend that you read book one first as some parts will make more sense by doing so. ** Warning this book contains high mature scenes, mature and physical abuse, rape and some violence which may trigger some readers so please read at own discretion! Royal Family Series Book 1 - The Werewolf and the Vampire King Book 2 - Daughter of the Vampire King Book 3 - The WereWitch and the Royal Alpha Prince Book 4 - The Royal Triplets