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25-year old Taoyama Naruki has nothing going for him, no plans for the present or the future, his life consist of working part time at a convenience store and spending every extra penny at a small Ramen place. However, one night, life finds a purpose for him in the form of sad and lonely Akari. Follow the story of this cosmonaut, traveling aimlessly among the stars.

Loneliness has consumed the mind of Jia Wang every hour for far too long. Broken promises and useless treatments have destroyed her hope that things will ever improve for her, but as the hours of her sad life tick down a stranger appears promising her a healthy life and love. Will a trip to space cure her cancer and liberate her heart from it's prison of sadness?

She was hired to guard his body… he ended up owning hers. “Yes, Kai… fuck, don’t stop!” she screamed as he buried his huge cock deep inside her. She swore she’d never lose control. She vowed he’d never get under her skin. She promised herself she’d stay professional. All these vows were shattered the moment he buried himself deep inside her and made the unbreakable bodyguard beg. Rhea Kane is the deadliest bodyguard in Baltimore, cold, professional, and untouchable. Until her new client, spoiled billionaire heir Kai Lennox, turns her world upside down. After she saves his life in a hail of bullets, the two are forced into hiding for fifty dangerous days. Kai is cocky, filthy mouthed, and infuriatingly attractive. Rhea is five years older, ten times more lethal, and determined to keep things strictly professional. But one explosive night changes everything. Now the man she’s supposed to protect is fucking her senseless, making her scream, and turning the unbreakable bodyguard into a trembling, begging mess. As assassins close in and jealousy burns hotter than their sheets, Rhea realizes the biggest threat isn’t outside the safe house… It’s the spoiled, huge cocked brat sleeping right beside her, the one she’s dangerously close to falling for. Fifty days. One rule: Don’t get attached. Too bad that rule was already broken the moment he pinned her against the door.

Arms wrapped around him tightly, the alpha felt the pleasure travel straight to his balls. "I'm fucking cumming" the alpha warned, as His knot swelled on the outside, pushing against Ezra's resistant muscles. "Too big" Ezra cried, trying to pull away but the alpha didn't let him get away. "Take all of it" the alpha bellowed, burying his knot deep inside Ezra at the same time his canines plunged into his neck, marking him. "Arghhh...nooo" The alpha plunged deep and stilled inside of Ezra as his seed splashed against his womb. ____________________________________ In a world where Alphas rule and others follow, Ezra is born as a beta in the slums. His alcoholic father buried deep in debt uses drugs from the black market to try and make Ezra an omega. Things don’t go as planned. Ezra transforms into a different kind of omega. No heat. No scent or pheromones. He cannot attract alphas and so he’s deemed useless. When he ends up in the Orion Pack, his plan is to keep his head down and live a quiet life. But one night at the river; An unknown alpha that awakens his heat. And a night of forbidden pleasures. Ezra’s life is instantly transformed. But it isn’t just the attention of one alpha he has aroused. A vengeful, rival alpha who wants him. And an ex who is still convinced he belongs to him. Will Ezra survive the new life he’ll be exposed to or will he be drowned by the plots and secrets of those around him?

With the endless series of sad events in her life, Maeve Watson isn't sure of what to believe in anymore. Betrayed and rejected by her mate, she knows fate has won against her again but what happens when she finds out that the cold Goshen King is her new mate? Will he be her saving grace or another path that would lead to her destruction?

In the quiet, affluent suburb of Ashford Grove outside Minneapolis, power wears philanthropy like perfume. Emily Hart grew up believing her mother died in an accident tied to a wealthy family’s private gathering. Fifteen years later, armed with letters written before her mother’s death, Emily returns to Minnesota determined to uncover the truth behind the Richardson empire — a dynasty known for charity, influence, and untouchable prestige. What she finds is not just corruption, but ritual. Not just silence, but a system built on sacrifice. When she uncovers financial records linking her mother’s death to a secret covenant operating beneath the Richardson Foundation, Emily discovers something even more destabilizing: a hidden adoption, sealed for years, connecting her to Alexander Cole — a young financial analyst unknowingly raised inside the very structure that destroyed their mother. As alliances fracture and secrets rise to the surface, Emily must decide whether truth is worth the destruction it brings. In a city that survives through reputation and silence, what happens when the shadow is finally named?

Three days ago, Damon Ashford marked me. The night he became Alpha, he sank his fangs into my neck under the moonlight. When his wolf blood mixed with mine, my wolf soul trembled violently. I thought the bond was taking root. I was too excited, too happy to tell the difference between real blood transfer and the simple sting of broken skin. This morning I went to City Hall without telling him. I wanted to pick up our certificate and frame it for our bedroom wall. I wanted to surprise him. The clerk checked the system, then looked up at me. "Whitmore, the mark on your neck is fake. There is no trace of wolf blood exchange." "Also, Ashford completed a formal registration with a woman named Clara Wellick two weeks ago." Under wolf law, a mark must be registered within seven days or it becomes invalid. I came to register, only to find I was never registered at all. I took off the scarf covering my neck and dropped it into the trash can outside City Hall. Standing on the steps, I sent my brother a message. Marcus, I’ll go with you for the closed medical research.

Valkyrie of the Scarred Moon found herself easily entrance with her human mate, Sage. Yet she is doubting to claim her as hers forever fearing that she is going to be caught up in their world of violence. The unending cycle of war between the Triad which started eight hundred years ago has continued to brew towards another phase of endless death. Their enemies, the Phantom, started to create a hybrid army, targeting human lives as sacrifices for their supremacy. Along with her pack, they must survive to protect their loved ones from the danger coming to rip their lives apart. Sage Reese Sullivan is just an aspiring landscape photographer who just wants to explore the world once she finishes high school. But she seems unaware of the mysterious realm of the place she's born into until she met the beautiful woman with a pair of bluest eyes. She is certain that there's more outside her dreary town and yet she has these strange impulses to rather stay inside the eccentric presence of Valkyrie Irvine, the new pretty face of Storm Hill.

I'm Kennedy, the pack's recognized Luna, and Tyler's fated mate—or so I foolishly believed. That day, the pregnancy test burned in my palm as I traced the tiny life growing inside me, my heart swelling with secret joy. But that joy turned to ash outside the club on that rainy night. Brenda's back—the woman who saved his life, the one he chose without hesitation over me. He grew colder by the day, letting her friends call me a FAKE LUNA to my face, even saying he wanted to reject our mate bond. I clung to my pregnancy like it was my last shred of dignity, terrified that if I spoke up, all I'd hear was his icy command-- "Abort it." He left me soaking in the rain, ignored me when I was burning with fever, and let me be humiliated, let me be pressured. But he forgot— I'm Kennedy, not some fragile vine that bends to his will. He'll pay the most brutal price for that stupid mistake!

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.