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"I would rather cut my hand than hurting you. I can't even-- I - that thought can never cross my mind. Do you understand?" he said cupping her face in his large hand tilting it up so that he was looking directly in the beautiful brown eyes of hers which were filled with fear. Once peacefully life of Edna Williams turned upside down , when a mafia lord decided to give her his undivided attention, caging her in his world leaving her trapped. { Currently Under Editing }

I started calling my brother "Mr. Quinn" and my childhood friend "Mr. Webb". They frown and ask why I'm being so formal with them. I smile faintly in response. "Because I think you would rather be associated with Vanessa Quinn." They scold me for being unreasonable. "Vanessa is about to marry a man in a coma for you, and her whole life will be ruined. The only reason we treat her so well is because you owe her." But what they don't know is that the one marrying a man in a coma this time isn't Vanessa. It's me—Willow Quinn.

Sarah wakes up disoriented in an unfamiliar place and her first instinct was to run. She'd rather run than fight a battle unprepared. It's always been like that, she was a runner. Her approach to life changed when she met her one true love. Sarah didn't run anymore, she became a fighter. She fought with everything she's got, she gave it her all and hoped it will be enough to win but you never really know how much is enough when it comes life. Will Sarah's strength be enough to save her?

What will you do if one day, you suddenly wake up with ears above your head and tails behind your back? What if you suddenly came back to how you were, 20 years ago, just with different eyes and hair color? Coming home from a late-night party, Tiffany George passed out as soon as she felt the softness and warmth of her comfy bed. She stinks of alcohol, explaining her carefree behavior, resulting into a deep sleep with her corporate attire on. On the next day, a phone call had woken her up. She massaged her aching temples and reached for her phone on the bedside table. She answered it without even bothering to look at the caller ID, her voice hoarse as she said hello. “Ms. George, what time do you think is it?” a cold voice floated over the phone, waking Tiffany out of her daze. She immediately hung-up the call and rose from the bed. But the moment she tried to reach the floor with her feet… she realized something amiss. She touched her face and felt her chest… A long silence ensued before her loud scream filled the entire room.

Crossing part with Satan's heir was never my plan. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now, he is under my tail. Betrayed by my supposed fiancé, stuck with the devil himself. If he was the only man on Earth, I would rather die single, but I can't, not when he stalks me, makes me shiver at his touch and make me beg desperately, on my knees. I wasn't ready to accept him in my life, not after the first betrayal from my fiancé but he forced his way into my life, and turned my world upside down.

“The day my husband brought home his fated mate, was the day my unborn child died.” Ame is preparing for the return of her husband, the Alpha of the Shadow Hunters pack, blissfully unaware that his return will destroy everything. He doesn’t come alone. Suddenly during one fateful day, Ame finds herself framed for the death of her own unborn child…the mastermind to her downfall is her husband’s fated mate who returned from the war with him. Ame loses all trust in her husband of three years, having spent every day praying for his safe return, pleading with the Moon Goddess for him to survive the war that has torn neighbouring packs apart. Rather than celebrate his return, she is thrown into turmoil as it turns out she isn’t the only one carrying his child….his fated mate is also pregnant. What does this mean for Ame, for her position as Luna….as his wife. When she awakes from an incident to find her child gone, rather than console her….her husband blames her for the death of their child. Resigned to the fact that she cannot win, she prepares to leave only for her rival to attempt to murder her…to annihilate the competition. Unbeknown to the pack, she fails, Ame fleeing but not before declaring an oath of revenge to the Moon Goddess as flames rip away at her past life. She will prove her innocence; she won’t rest until she clears her name.

Over the years, Julia had grown accustomed to being her husband Andrew’s substitute wife. Every time he looked at her face, she knew he was really seeing his late first love. But after so many years, her stepsister Charlotte returned to the country and shamelessly tried to take her place. Charlotte cozied up to her husband and won over her son. When her son said he’d rather live with Auntie Charlotte than with his own mother, Julia felt utterly heartbroken. She resolved to get a divorce and never be a substitute wife.

She was born to be Luna. But her name was stolen. Her plus-size body was seen as an object of ridicule and her life was switched with her sister's. Mabella watched her stepsister live the life she was supposed to have until the day of the Alpha’s wedding to her sister. The day fate snapped. The day the Alpha abandoned the bride… and claimed the fat sister instead. Now hated by the pack, framed as a traitor, and hunted by enemies within and beyond the territory, Mabella must survive a sister who would rather burn the kingdom than lose the crown. In a pack where beauty is power and betrayal is currency The Luna they mocked Is the one who will reign.

"Alexia, don't take any of the company's holiday bonus boxes. You're not one of us—there's nothing for you." My manager, Kevin Davis, delivered the notice coldly, as if he were commenting on the weather—routine, impersonal. My hand stilled on the mouse. "The rest of you, come with me. We're heading to the company gala to collect your million-dollar bonuses!" My colleagues filed out in high spirits. I watched their retreating backs and answered with a bitter, "Okay." I was a contract worker. For seven years, I had always been the odd one out in the department. Our ID badges said it all—blue for full-time employees, gray for me. Time off was no different. Full-time employees had weekends; I got one day off a month. As for pay and benefits, they enjoyed meal allowances, housing subsidies, team outings, afternoon snacks, holiday gifts, year-end bonuses… I received a fixed salary of three thousand dollars a month. I sat down, opened my computer, and returned to the candlestick charts of my stocks. They didn't know that I was the company's largest anonymous individual shareholder. And they certainly didn't know that tonight, at the company gala, I would step onto the stage as the new Chairman—and my very first proposal would be to lay off their entire department.

I get picked up by the cops in the middle of the night for street vending. While questioning me, they pull up my file. One officer eyes me suspiciously through my mask and asks, "What's a Clairefield University graduate like you doing selling stuff on the street at midnight?" I freeze and lean over to look at the file. The ID number matches mine, but the photo has been replaced with one of Madison Bass. That's when it hits me—20 years ago, I was the one who got accepted to Clairefield University! Dazed and numb, I stumble home only to hear my husband, Joseph Gunther, speaking on the phone. "Madison, don't worry. I won't let Lucy interfere with your life. Just go abroad in peace." It's him! Joseph helped Madison steal my identity and my future. My stomach twists. I turn to confront him, to expose the truth. But before I can, he strangles me to death with a belt. "I'm sorry, Lucy. You can't ruin Madison's future…" When I open my eyes again, I'm back in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher is handing out university application forms. This time, I'm taking my life back.