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On Christmas Eve, Elena's world shatters when she catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, she flees into the snowy night... only to collide with a stranger whose icy presence sends her ex running in fear. Before she can ask who he is, the man declares her his, and kisses her with a passion that ignites something deep within. Then everything goes dark. Elena wakes up in a strange place, surrounded by people calling her "Luna." Trapped in a supernatural world she doesn't understand, mated to a powerful Alpha who refuses to let her go, Elena must navigate ancient rivalries, dangerous secrets, and a jealous woman determined to destroy her. What began as a festive night of celebration becomes a haunting journey of love, power, and survival. And Elena must decide; fight for her freedom or embrace a destiny written in the stars.

All Robyn wants is to be free from her brother's MC and his rules . After he agrees to let her go out one night things take a turn. Now she is in enemy territory and on the back of their president's motorcycle. What will happen to maestro and Robyn when they are stuck together? This is an MC enemy to lovers short story. Things will get a little spicy at times so 18+ is recommended!

Synopsis Betrayed. Rejected. Reborn. Before her partner rejected her for a crime she didn't commit, Selene Nightfang was the ideal Luna. She should have died after being marked for death by the Elders and abandoned to perish in the Silverwood Forest. She was reborn instead. She now rises from the ashes as Selene Blackthorn, more powerful, more lethal and more prepared to exact revenge. However she is surprised to learn a more sinister truth. The only person who can stop the Elders from feeding an ancient evil is her. . . With war on the horizon and a former lover and mate looking for atonement will she take back her fate or succumb to the darkness?

My name is Clara Kelly. I was born in Brooklyn, into an Irish-American cop’s family. My father spent his whole career walking a beat out of the 84th Precinct. My mother volunteered at the parish. I was the first girl on our block to get into Columbia Law. The year I graduated, I was volunteering at a charity gala. I picked up the wrong glass of wine and ended up dumping it down the front of a man’s Brioni suit. That man was Adrian Francesco Moretti. Fourth-generation Don of the Moretti Family of New York, and one of the five families of Cosa Nostra. He chased me for four years. I said no six times. The seventh time, he stood outside my law firm in the rain until three-fifteen in the morning. I married him. Two decades in, he’d handed me the keys to the entire Moretti Family. In our world they called me “the Irish Donna,” a woman with no Italian blood who somehow held the seat. Childless by choice, the two of us. Famously in love. Until that Wednesday afternoon, when my college roommate of twenty years, my best friend Vivian Sinclair, walked into my living room with a five-year-old boy. She said the boy was Adrian’s son. She said that five years ago, she’d taken a used condom out of the wastebasket in my upstairs master bedroom, kept it frozen for three years, and done IVF. She said she was the real mother of the Moretti heir. She was the real Donna Moretti. “Be smart. Pack your bags and walk out. You might even get to keep your life.” “You’re barren. The Moretti Family doesn’t need you.” I looked at the woman I’d called my best friend for half my adult life. I didn’t say a word. She thought she was holding the winning card. What she didn’t know was that she’d just stepped onto a board Adrian and I had been laying for twenty years. I needed exactly one sentence to shatter every piece of the Donna fantasy she’d spent five years building.

When Mira first set foot in to the city of Bucharest to pursue her studies, she never expected to get involved in a near-fatal accident and get saved by a mysterious man. And she definitely didn’t plan on fantasising about him, only to discover that he is her professor, Izan. The attraction between grows to be undeniable, but Izan kept his distance, hiding a dark secret that could endanger them both. Mira was determined to find out more about him, even if it meant breaking the rules. And their paths intersect once more when she finds Izan injured in an alleyway, and she becomes his caretaker, realising the connection they share goes beyond just physical. But before she can understand their bond, he disappears without a trace, leaving her heartbroken. Week’s pass, and Mira discovers the truth behind Izan’s abrupt departure. Confronted by the reality of his existence, she still finds herself irresistibly drawn to him, despite the startling revelation that he is not human—he is a werewolf. As their worlds collide, secrets unravel, and a forbidden romance blossoms amidst the captivating allure of Bucharest. But their happiness is threatened by a dark force that seeks to destroy them. When Izan becomes the prime suspect of a murder he didn't commit, and Mira must prove his innocence before it's too late. Will they overcome the odds and find their happily ever after? Or will they lose each other in a web of lies and danger? Their journey unfolds, entwining fate, love, and the mystique of the supernatural, promising a destiny neither of them could have foreseen.

My in-laws accidentally fall off a cliff in the middle of a mountain hike. But my wife, Stella Covington, who's also the leader of the search and rescue team in charge of that area, refuses to accept the rescue mission. Instead, she sets off fireworks with her junior, Noah Reid, to celebrate her birthday. By the time my in-laws are found, they've already died. Their corpses are left broken and battered. Only then does Stella call me on the phone casually. "Have your parents' bodies delivered to my team. Noah needs to dissect two more bodies in order to receive his license as a forensic doctor." It turns out that Stella thought my parents were the ones who died. I just chuckle in return. After that, I have the mangled and unrecognizable bodies delivered to Stella's team.

The woman who settled down as a stripper, call girl, and a gold digger. Her life that goes around in the world of material things, fame and money. She believes that the only thing in the world to survive is money. Her name is Maria Juliet William, she’s a fool blinded by a fake love from a businessman. She’s longing for love, but Robby only wants her to satisfy his lustful needs as a man. She met a guy with a simple living named Victor. The guy who is willing to cherish her and accept her flawed personality. Maria tries to stop Victor, she knew that the man had no money and power to please her material needs. But Victor is always making an effort to win her heart. They become friends with Maria. They have the same dream, to become a ‘Famous Writer’, but Maria chose the path of being a stripper. Victor was inspired by her life story as a stripper. What will be the role of Victor in Maria’s whole life? Will Maria see the value of genuine love rather than money? Or she will stay as a SHOWGIRL.

I always thought my husband, Ryder, was forced to marry me. For six months, he wouldn't touch me. I tried everything. I wore my sexiest lingerie. I guided his hands over my burning skin. I could feel how hard he was, completely out of control. But at the last second, he'd always push me away, gasping. He'd finish me with his fingers instead. My hope died. I decided to leave him. I was ready to accept a top dog trainer position in Europe. The night before I planned to hand him the divorce papers, I heard voices from his study. Ryder, talking to his best friends. "Ryder, you're dying for her, man. So why won't you touch her? Another man's going to snatch her up!" "But she's so fragile..." Ryder's deep voice was filled with pain. "You know... I'm a monster. If she sees what I really am... it will terrify her." His voice dropped to a raw whisper. "If she really needs... comfort... from another man... I can take it. As long as she comes home to me in the end." His friend growled. "Stop! Then maybe stop posting on that encrypted dark web forum, asking for help!" Monster? What did that mean? Late that night, I used his computer. I found a hidden forum called "The Den." A pinned post at the top. Thousands of replies. User ID: Midnight_Howler. One sentence. Dripping with desperation and frantic obsession: "I finally married the girl I've loved for years, but I'm terrified to touch her. How can I survive my rut without hurting her, without her discovering my secret?"

The aloof CEO and his childhood sweetheart bring the tragic novel's female lead to an orphanage to adopt a child. All the children pounce on the childhood sweetheart, saying, "Mommy, pick me! Pick me!" The viewers' comments come flooding in. "She can't birth her own child, and now even the orphans don't want her. The tragic female lead is truly pitiful, humiliated by both her husband and his childhood sweetheart!" "The childhood sweetheart keeps winning—spoiled by the CEO, and the orphans scramble to call her 'Mom.' The female lead is nothing but a piece of decor." "It's not tragic enough! Make her even more miserable! It's even better if she cries on the spot so that later, when the CEO recalls this scene, he'll have to work double time to win his wife back!" I glare at the comments, feeling so mad that my short legs push me forward, landing me right in front of the ignored female lead. I tug at her sleeve. "Missy, can you make stew?" The female lead freezes up. "I… I can." My eyes light up with joy. "That's it then! That's exactly what I love. I'll go with you!"

“Sorry, but due to the holiday, we’re overbooked. Your reservation has been canceled. Here’s a fifty-dollar voucher as compensation.” The hotel front desk clerk handed me a voucher with a perfunctory tone. I looked at her coldly. Then, I looked at the man next to her, who had just arrived. He had not even shown his ID, yet the clerk respectfully handed him a presidential suite key card. “Why can he check in without even showing an ID? Meanwhile, my room, which I booked a full week in advance, was canceled without explanation. And all I get is a lousy fifty-dollar voucher?” The front desk clerk let out a scornful laugh as she walked up to me. “Because he’s Mr. Ludwig, the heir of Grandview Group! His family owns the entire hotel. Do you think it’s just a matter of one room? If he wanted the whole hotel emptied out tonight, we’d do it. Who do you think you are? “If you keep standing here causing trouble and getting in his way, I’ll have security drag you outside and beat some sense into you. Now, get out!” Two security guards stepped forward. They grabbed me by the hair and roughly pulled me toward the door. My scalp hurt badly from the pulling, and my clothes were wrinkled. The front desk clerk’s shouts trailed behind me. “Next time, stay in a motel. People like you can’t afford to travel on a holiday.” I looked at the hotel’s grand entrance. Instead of shouting, I let out a quiet, exasperated laugh. The heir to Grandview Group, huh? They probably did not know that their lofty heir was right in front of them, and that he was being humiliated by their staff. Since they refused to serve guests decently, only catered to people with status, and did not think twice about hurting and humiliating their other customers, this hotel might as well shut down.