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"Pregnant patient, corpus luteum rupture, heavy bleeding! We need a consent form signed—now!" I stood there holding the clipboard, waiting, when a voice I knew way too well cut through the chaos. "I'm here!" Jimmy. My husband. The same guy who vanished on our anniversary—now signing off on emergency surgery for another woman. He didn't even blink before writing "husband" on the form. Still had our wedding ring on, too. He didn't recognize me behind the mask. Just grabbed my hand and begged. "Please save her. It's my fault. She's pregnant. I messed up. I love her. I can't lose her." His grip tightened. My wedding ring slipped off and hit the floor. I didn't say a word. Just turned an

After a devastating car crash in England claims her father and two younger brothers, seventeen-year-old Elena Hart and her mother flee their shattered life for a coastal town in America, hoping distance will dull the pain. But grief doesn’t fade—it follows. At elite Pacific Crest Academy, Elena collides with two opposites who both feel like lifelines and threats: Liam—the golden boy with a gentle smile and steady hands—offers safety, quiet comfort, and the kind of kindness that makes her almost believe she can heal. Then there’s Noah—Liam’s childhood best friend . Arrogant, bruised, and dangerously sexy, he fights in illegal underground cages, chasing pain like it’s the only thing t

During my wedding, which is livestreamed all over the world, my fiancé, Marvin Keller, calls me a shameless woman who's gotten pregnant out of wedlock. Then, he calls off our engagement and marries my father's illegitimate daughter, Delilah Lambert. My mother is so incensed by this that she gets a stroke and ends up bedridden. Amid my despair, my childhood friend, Tristan Wright, proposes. He tells me he's had a crush on me for many years and is willing to treat my child with Marvin as his own. I'm moved by Tristan's promise and accept his proposal. Three years after we get married, I give birth to a stillborn. My mother is still in a coma and doesn't seem like she'll ever wake up. I'm

After being reborn, I tear up my school withdrawal form. I no longer wish to become a househusband just for Eliza Stewart's sake. She messages me when she hears the news, but I blacklist her number right away. She camps outside my house to confront me, so my family and I move to a new place immediately. Eventually, she compromises by asking me to join her in Northcrest for college. That way, I can still take care of her. I go behind her back and apply to be an education major at Southwell University instead. In my previous life, she dedicated herself to everything and everyone else, except for me. This time around, I just want us to go on our separate paths and never meet again. A few ye

I stumbled upon my neighbor Henry and his girlfriend in the middle of something awkward. My face immediately flushed bright red, now that I had just turned eighteen. With my parents away on a business trip, they had asked Henry to keep an eye on me. But in the dead of night, I discovered him involved in something... something too awkward to mention.

His hands were everywhere, and I let them be. “You know this is wrong,” he murmured against my throat. “I know.” I tilted my head back anyway. He pulled back, eyes dark. “Tell me to stop, Zella.” I looked at the silver in his hair, the jaw that could cut glass, my best friend’s father, twenty years too old and a thousand reasons too dangerous. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Seven days before my Christmas wedding, I caught my fiancé with my cousin. By morning I had lost everything, my relationship, my job, my future. I walked into the London rain with nothing left. A stranger stopped his car. Offered an umbrella. Gave me a drink instead of the mistake I begged for. Then d

“Do you know what arousal tastes like, little wolf?” The rich deepness of his voice dripped into her ears like honey. His grip on her thighs was firm, scalding, even as her legs wrapped around him. Those emerald eyes darkened with a hunger that ignited every heat pore inside of her. Behind her, Evander’s lean athletic figure pressed against her back, sandwiching her between them. His face buried deep in her neck and the messy red hair sending tingles down her spine with every brush against her cheek. “I'll tell you,” he rasped, answering his brother's question. “It tastes like submission... salt, sweat, and the sweet little whimpers she tries to hide from us.” ****** Rochelle

On New Year's Eve, I waited at home with a box of sparklers, hoping Jake Thompson would come. Instead, an earthquake struck. Trapped under fallen debris, I prayed for his safety. Little did I know, Jake was putting on a grand fireworks display across the city for his high school sweetheart who had just returned from abroad. The whole town buzzed with excitement, wishing them a lifetime of happiness together. Meanwhile, I had lost my hearing in the disaster, with no hope of recovery. When I tried to break off our engagement and leave town, Jake stood before me, his eyes red-rimmed and pleading. I couldn't understand a word he said. I simply wished him, “May you always have a day like today,

Erin was raised to kill werewolves. After a savage Alpha slaughtered her entire family, revenge became her only purpose. She held no mercy, not a single hesitation and especially, no exceptions. Until one fateful day, it all changed. In the middle of a brutal battle between the creatures she loathed, a certain scent stops her dead in her tracks and in that moment… she spots him. A towering, dangerous man with glowing eyes and a presence that makes her body betray everything she’s ever believed. This man is not only her mate, but the Alpha King, the ruler of those very monsters she was swore to destroy. Captured and dragged back to his palace, Erin is forced into the one fate she would

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a sh