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When Julian, the true heir by blood, was finally brought back to the Family, my cold-blooded adoptive parents cast me aside. They sent me to "The Abyss"—a clandestine hellhole where billionaires and mafia bosses paid to hunt, rape, and slaughter human prey. No matter how humiliatingly I begged for mercy, I remained locked in an iron cage, passed around as prey for those bloodthirsty beasts. Days later, a photo of me—covered in whip marks, kneeling like a dog with a chain around my neck—made its way to my beloved fiancée, Vivienne. Standing before the press, the untouchable Mafia Princess sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. "He’s pathetic and utterly filthy. The Valenti family would never align with such trash. I'll be marrying Julian instead." On cue, the Russo family officially disowned me, permanently stripping me of their name. After I was tortured to death, the wedding of the century commenced, broadcast live worldwide to celebrate the alliance between two major mafia families. But right then, my "wedding gift" was delivered. When the box was opened, the entire room went dead silent.

When enemy soldiers breached Drakefire Keep, the first people they seized were Liora Vale and me. My betrothed, Lucian Vale, Lord of Drakefire, chose to save Liora, his brother’s widow. Then he ordered the iron gates shut and left me outside, six months pregnant with his child. I was taken by the enemy and later thrown from a cliff. Everyone believed I was dead. Seven years later, I returned to Drakefire Keep with Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord. At the welcome feast, I saw Lucian again. His eyes lit up when he recognized me. “Elara, I knew you survived. My brother was dead, so I could not abandon Liora back then.” He looked at me as if nothing had changed. “Now that you are back, we should complete our dragon vow. You will become Lady of Drakefire and hatch the fire-dragon egg for me.” “With a fire dragon, I will surpass Kael Drakon and become the true Dragonlord of this continent.” I smiled. He did not know the fire dragon had hatched long ago. It hatched seven years ago, on the day I married Kael Drakon.

The day the Porter family went bankrupt, my elder sister, who had been engaged to Calvin Porter, claimed she was in love with someone else and cut ties with him without a second thought. I was the one who stepped forward to take her place, becoming the laughingstock of our social circle. I smoothed away all the hardness in him, tried to shape myself into the woman he liked, and swallowed countless moments of bitterness, hoping only to warm his distant heart. Until our wedding day. A car accident happened, and Calvin's first instinct was to shield my sister with his whole body. "Rebecca, don't be scared. Where are you hurt? We'll get you to the hospital right away!" He carried her into the ambulance without so much as glancing back at me. I looked down at the iron rod piercing my chest and felt warm blood gush out. It was only then I understood. He was not indifferent by nature, he was simply indifferent to me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Calvin came to our house carrying the engagement gift.

"A FORCED MARRIAGE. A RUTHLESS CLAUSE. HE DOESN'T WANT A WIFE—HE WANTS A WHORE IN HIS BED EVERY SINGLE NIGHT." At eighteen, Helen Rossi was handed over like a piece of property to settle a debt. Her older sister fled, but the contract remained unchanged: Helen was dragged to the altar as the replacement. She is young, untouched, voluptuous, and possesses a fierce, unbroken spirit. Damian Vance is thirty years old, and he owns Chicago. He is an arrogant, brutal, and sadistic billionaire CEO, used to ruling both his empire and his private erotic nightclub with an iron fist. He doesn’t want romance; he demands a submissive bitch in his bed who will obey his every dark command. The terms of the contract are clear and ruthless: daily sexual servitude, and a male heir in less than two years. To Damian, it doesn’t matter which Rossi is standing at the altar. Helen will be forced to spread her legs and lie in his bed every single night. He thinks he can easily break her pride through fear and pain. But this substitute bride has teeth—and she is going to bite back.

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

“Why are you keeping yourself away from me? I know you want me, you want me the same way that I want you. Why are trying to resist me? What are you so afraid of?!” Lucrezia is getting frustrated day by day. She could see it in his eyes that he wants her, she could feel his love with how he worries about her. Why does he keep pushing her away from him? Pietro Carusso is the Don of the Carusso family, the most powerful and richest crime family among the five. As a mafia, he has his own principles; never trust anyone, never get attached to anyone. He built tall walls around his heart to protect himself, but Lucrezia came to his life like a flame, and in this story he is the moth attracted to the flame. The Italian princess is everything he should stir away from, but how could he? She is the fire to his groin. An Italian curse from her mouth is enough to drive him mad. And she curses… a lot. With her beautiful body, cursed eyes and wicked lips. He doesn’t know how long he could hold himself much longer. “I love you and you are mine now. Just let me love you, Don.”

I was supposed to disappear. Slip into a forgettable little town, stitch myself back together, and never trust a man again. I had a plan, a fake name, and a bruised heart too raw to feel anything. Then Colt Mercer looked at me from across the bar, and every single plan I ever made went up in smoke. He is everything I should run from. Tattooed, dangerous, and commanding, Colt is the President of the Iron Vow Motorcycle Club and, by day, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country. He built his empire from nothing and buried anyone who tried to take it. He does not ask. He does not negotiate. He claims. And the moment I walked into his bar, he claimed me. But I am hiding a secret that could destroy us both, and the man who broke me in the first place has sent someone to bring me back dead or alive. Colt says he will burn the world before he lets anyone touch me. The problem is, I am starting to believe him. Because falling for an outlaw king was never supposed to feel this much like coming home.

In a world where omegas are nothing but slaves, Lyra has accepted her fate—unwanted, unseen, and powerless. Rejected by every suitor, she resigns herself to a life of servitude, never knowing that the most ruthless Alpha in existence has already claimed her in secret. Alpha Kieran Darkmoor is feared by all, his name whispered in terror. Cold, merciless, and untouchable, he rules his pack with an iron fist. But the moment he sees Lyra, something primal awakens inside him. She is his mate. His obsession. His weakness. Yet, instead of claiming her, he plays a cruel game. No wolf dares to touch what belongs to him, yet Lyra remains unaware of his shadow controlling her life. He watches as she suffers, as she believes she is unworthy of love, all while his hunger for her grows unbearable. But when another wolf dares to lay claim to her, Kieran’s control shatters. The monster inside him rises, ready to mark, claim, and break the little omega who thinks no one wants her. She was born a slave. She will become his Luna. Whether she wants it or not.

In the heart of England's urban sprawl and amidst the serene landscapes of rural Poland, a tale of forbidden love, ancient curses, and relentless evil unfolds. Alpha Cyrus Moon, shrouded in mystery and scarred by tragedy, leads the formidable Bloodmoon Tribe with an iron fist, haunted by visions of loss and the memory of his slain Luna. Enter Baelakis Dnanik, an unwitting pawn in the schemes of the ruthless Nightshade, whose abduction sets into motion a chain of events that will challenge the very fabric of fate itself. Unaware of her true heritage and latent powers, Baelakis finds herself drawn to the enigmatic Alpha, their destinies intertwined in ways neither could have foreseen. As love blooms amidst the shadows of past grief, secrets unravel and alliances are tested. With Nightshade's dark influence looming ever closer, Cyrus and his loyal pack must confront their deepest fears and darkest desires to protect their own. Amidst the moonlit nights and whispered secrets, "Why the Moon Roars" is a gripping tale of love, loss, and redemption, where the howls of the werewolves echo the struggles of the human heart. Will Cyrus and Baelakis defy the odds and carve out their own destiny, or will the shadows of the past consume them both?

In the underworld littered with only the worst people imaginable, it is very important to know who you can trust and who you can't. Where death is just a breath away and one mistake can cause an all-out war between powerful groups of people, trust is something earned, not given. Eden Maschera, the leader of an organization known as The Aberrants with their signature letter 'A' in all the clubs, restaurants, hotels and everything else they owned, knows this fact. To get where he is, he's had to make many sacrifices. With blood-stained hands, he watched over all the people under him with an iron fist and unwavering ideals. No one knows to be more cautious against other people than him, not after what he's been through. But, all that is thrown out the window when he meets a pretty, naked, black-haired man in a club with who he did not get along instantly. Even though several things happened just in the course of that night. In a world of betrayals, heartbreaks, lies, secrets and death, what will become of the two? Read to find out. Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (GMT+8) P.s. Not my artwork