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My mother was the Chosen Luna—the one who once conquered three powerful Alphas. When her mission was done, she vanished from this world, leaving behind only me, and the three Alphas who had once loved her with everything they had. My first father, Alpha Jeff Tanners, ruled the Silver Moon Pack—rich enough to buy half the continent. My second father, Alpha Kael Grey, commanded all the warriors of the Northern Alliance. My third father, Alpha Bran Theron, held every medical resource wolves and humans depended on. For eighteen years, I was their cherished little princess. Whatever I wanted, they gave—no questions, no hesitation. Until they brought home that girl—a fragile orphan named Arie Ryker. From that day on, everything changed. She told them I called her a filthy stray, unworthy of our pack. She said I led the young wolves at school to bully her. She said I tampered with her performance costume, that I caused her allergy, that I made her faint on stage. And they believed her. They stopped believing me. The ninety-ninth time they chose her over me, when they shouted, "Don't come back again!", I didn't argue. I just picked up my luggage and left. They thought I'd come running home like before—that my disappearance was just another way to make them see me. But when they found out I had left the pack for good, that my identity had been erased, that I could no longer be found, the three mighty Alphas finally broke.

A psycho killer who wanted nothing but to kill to satisfy his cravings. After a wild night ay nais muling makaniig ni Ciaran ang babaeng nakilala niya sa bar dahil sa galing nitong magpaligaya sa kanya at hinanap-hanap ng katawan niya ang init na dulot ng babae. Kaya ang ginawa niya ay pina-kidnap niya ito upang dalhin sa isla Agrianthropos. Pero ang siste ay parang nawalan ng alaala ang dalaga dahil wala itong alam sa pinagsasabi niyang may nangyari sa kanila. But Ciaran insisted and he was shocked when he confirmed that the woman was telling the truth. She was still a virgin. . .

Jennifer Miller was supposed to pass another year in Italy as an international student but found herself in chaos when she discovered a sinful mafia leader aimed to break her for himself. She didn’t realise her one interaction would change her life and force her into becoming a submissive. While Luciano Bernardi never wanted to fall in love but was bound by it when he saw Jennifer for the first time. He was considered asexual even when he was married for business purposes. Falling in love was never been a plan of the killer freak but one fell in love so hard that he was ready to go to any extent to make sure she stays with him. Will Jennifer submit to him or challenge his power by risking her life?

Blurb. Jake has everything he wants, money, women and power, he can have anything he wants except the one woman he is obsessed with. Kalia Kiari, daughter of an Italian kingpin, who wants absolutely nothing to do with that lifestyle. When all his efforts to get her yield no results, he orchestrates a series of actions that leave her father in his debt and his only daughter Kalia under his power. Jake is a merciless killer, dangerous, fearful and the embodiment of everything Kalia does not want in a man, so why does she crave him so much? She will fight him in every way but how can she fight her attraction towards him?

I died on my wedding night. Then I woke up—with revenge in my veins and my killer’s uncle in my bed. Betrayed by my husband and murdered by the man I once loved, I get a second chance—reborn one year before my death. This time, I’m done playing nice. I crash my own engagement by announcing an affair with the one man my ex fears: his powerful, brooding billionaire uncle. But what started as a game of revenge spirals into something dangerously real… and I’m carrying his child. Lies. Lust. Loyalty twisted beyond recognition. This time, I’m rewriting the rules—starting with my last name.

Livia Fontana, une photographe talentueuse, reçoit une invitation à couvrir une soirée caritative élégante à New-York. Lorsqu'elle capture un homme mystérieux, Vincenzo Damiano, dans l'objectif de son appareil photo, une étrange sensation d'intimité la submerge. Elle ressent une connexion profonde et inexplicable, comme si elle avait déjà partagé une histoire intime avec lui, bien avant cette vie. Intriguée par cette attirance envoûtante, Livia commence à suivre Vincenzo en secret, capturant des clichés furtifs de lui. Elle remplit sa pièce de travail de photos de Vincenzo, cherchant à saisir chaque facette de sa présence magnétique. Cependant, au fur et à mesure que Livia se plonge dans cette obsession, elle découvre que Vincenzo cache lui aussi une part de mystère. Leurs chemins semblent s'entrelacer à travers le temps, liés par une histoire passée qu'ils ne peuvent pas tout à fait se rappeler consciemment.

Melinda gave up everything for the man she loved—only to be stabbed in the back by the two people she trusted most: her husband and her own sister. On the morning of her wedding anniversary, she wakes up naked in a stranger’s bed, with no memory of the night before. Still reeling with confusion, she heads to her husband’s office to surprise him—only to find him in a compromising position with her sister. But the ultimate betrayal comes when they throw an envelope at her feet—photos accusing her of infidelity she never remembered committing. When she overhears them plotting her death, Melinda knows she has to run. What they don’t know is that she’s just inherited a fortune—and she's not the same naive woman anymore. She vanishes to Las Vegas, where she rebuilds her life from scratch. But fate has one more twist. She’s pregnant… with twins. And the father? Six years later, Melinda returns to Los Angeles, stronger, wealthier, and ready for revenge. Her plan is flawless—until her twins come face to face with their father. Now, James wants answers. The twins want a family. And Melinda just wants justice. Love was never part of the plan… but the heart has plans of its own.

A week before summer break, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart threw a fit, insisting on going to Tanond to watch a strip show. She even convinced our entire class to go with them. I kept warning them that it was not safe, that it could be some kind of new scam, and begged them not to go. When they refused to listen, I secretly reported it to the police. On the day of their departure, the police stopped them right at customs. A few days later, a male stripper suddenly went viral overnight. When she found out about it, she got so furious her eyes turned red. “It’s all Zoey’s fault! If it weren’t for her, we could’ve seen an international superstar's strip show!” On the first day we went back to school, they drugged me and made ten men teach me how to dance. “Didn’t you stop us from watching a strip show? Then you can perform one for us yourself.” The next day, my photos of strip show were all over social media. After that, I jumped off a building out of despair. When I opened my eyes again, it was once again the day his little sweetheart demanded that trip to Tanond.

All of Italy knew Kayson Moretti was obsessed with me. He was the untouchable Don of the Moretti family, a man who never lost control in public, yet he broke every rule for me. He declared his love at a gathering of the most powerful mafia families in the country, then bought an entire private island just to build me a glass-domed garden when he proposed. For years, he laid the world at my feet—power, jewels, territory, status. If I wanted something, Kayson didn’t promise it. He made it mine. That was why everyone believed I was the luckiest woman in Italy. They were wrong. Because the same man who swore he would die for me was sleeping with his private secretary behind my back. Worse, he got her pregnant. The day she sent me her ultrasound, their bed photos, and every intimate secret she thought would destroy me, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I erased every trace I had ever left in his world. My name. My accounts. My records. My past. I staged my death. I let the world believe I had died in a private jet crash.

I waited for Alex for over five years. I endured the whispers of the clan, the mocking gazes, the judgment from his family who never thought I was good enough. Still, I waited—because I loved him. I believed in him. I trusted that he would choose me in the end. But the truth shattered me. One evening, I saw his laptop left open. And on the screen—countless photos of Elsa. His childhood sweetheart. His first love. It felt like a knife twisting in my chest. While I was drowning in problems, silently begging for his support, he was smiling by her side. All those years I gave him... all that waiting… I got nothing. So I left. Broken. Exhausted. Done pretending I was okay. I traveled far from our pack, seeking solitude under the excuse of pack relocation. But the truth was, I was trying to stitch myself back together—one breath, one step, one bitter tear at a time.But now… he’s gone mad looking for me. Why, Alex? Why do you search for me now, after crushing me so completely? When I stood by you, you looked past me. Now that I’ve finally let go… Why do you care?