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Her name is Nancy Wilson, a last year history student at the city collage. Not a topper but still manages to get good grades in the finals to show her report card to her elder brother proudly. Her life is simple and ordinary with some basic regular issues like she's too broke to buy an iPhone that even saving her pocket money for an entire year is not enough for her to afford it and too clumsy to pull up something hot so that she could fancy a boyfriend for herself who could buy her one, she's a ordinary next door girl but everything is about to change as someone is about to intrude in her life and turn it upside down.

When James Chapman and I first got together, I was a regular student while he was one of the most popular guys in school. Five years down the road, I'm still a regular woman. James' attitude toward me has changed drastically, though. He frequently complains about my appearance. I know it's because his true love is back in the country. He misses our fifth anniversary because of her. His true love makes fun of me for being ugly to his face, so he orders me to get cosmetic surgery at her newly opened clinic. He wants me to use my fanbase to make her business boom. "You're so ugly that you'd be the perfect person to prove Barbara's skills… if she can actually make you look better, that is. We're all friends, aren't we? What's wrong with lending her a hand? Stop being so petty!" Barbara Simpson kills me—I die on the operating table in her inhumane clinic. James thinks I go missing because I'm just throwing a tantrum, but he realizes he's wrong when he finds my mangled body in the basement. The diamond ring he put on my finger is still there, too.

My fated mate's secretary was pregnant. He brought her home on my birthday. Then he stood there and gave me orders like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Alina has bad allergies. Be careful when you cook from now on. Don't use anything she's allergic to." "She's pregnant. She needs me next to her at night. Move your things into the guest room." I didn't say anything. I picked up the suitcase I'd already packed and walked toward the door. Alina hugged Dominic's arm and let her voice go soft and small. "Dominic, if Mia's upset about it, just forget it." Dominic let out a cold laugh. "Let her sulk. She'll come crawling back in three days." Alina smiled. So did the servants. To them, I was just a stray Omega Dominic had picked up off the street. The only reason I had a place in this house was because I was his fated mate. Without him, I had nowhere to go. What none of them knew was that my real father, the Alpha King, had already sent a private jet to bring me home. This time, I really was leaving.

Zero came to the Academy as a rogue, a nobody, easy to mock and easy to break. But when Eliana, the Alpha heir betrothed, orders him to dress up for the student ball, the whole hall laughs… until Aldric sees Zero trembling, clutching the hem of the gown, big eyes shining with humiliation. From that night on, Aldric can’t look away. Behind closed doors, he’s the one who coaxes Zero into dress-up again, softly at first, then with a hunger he can’t hide. And when Zero blushes and whispers, “I’m not a girl…” Aldric only smirks and steps closer. “Then I’ll treat you like the boy you are. Strip.” But Aldric isn’t the only one who wants him. Seraphiel, the cold, beautiful Vampire Lord who holds Zero’s past in chains, returns for what he claims is his. A deadly love rival. A forbidden bond. A war waiting to ignite. Between an Alpha who wants to protect him and a vampire who wants to possess him, Zero must choose… Even though his heart has already chosen once. Sinful Desires: Fatal Bonds A rogue caught between two monsters… one who wants him. One who owns him.

"Boss, your one night stand five years ago, Katya Petrov, is back, and she has a son who looks just like you. On your orders, we will bring her to you, but you have to know, she has now become powerful." *** Five years ago, Katya was naive and believed that the handsome stranger she met at the bar was a knight who would sweep her off her feet, and save her from the shackles of her ruthless father, who has promised her to an old Mafia Don. But it is to her shock when she discovers that the man who broke her virginity was only using her to get to her father. Ferrara De Castello gives no fuck about what he uses to get what he wants as long as he obtains the required result. To him, the end justifies the means. And at the beginning, his desire was to ruin the Petrov clan, but now, his obsession is Katya Petrov and claiming the smart little boy as his heir. Problem is, the sweet innocent Katya he knew before, is as good as dead. And she will do everything in her power, to stand in his way. But four year old genius Christopher has other plans for his mommy, if she insists on staying away from his dad, "Mom, why don't you like daddy?"

Riley’s mom is about to marry the Lycan King, which means Riley is now the stepsister of the most famous fuckboy Ezra Ravenshire. She knows life is about to get really rough because Ezra absolutely despises his father’s new wife and has sworn to ruin Riley’s life in every way possible. At school, she’s bullied, humiliated, and isolated—because under Ezra’s orders, the entire academy sees her as a walking target. She keeps telling herself she just needs to survive one year. One year, and she’ll be out of here for good. But what if they suddenly find out they’re mates? Would that matebond change everything between them—or just give Ezra a new way to control and toy with her? And Riley has a secret of her own. One that might just be the key to becoming the most powerful healer the pack has ever seen—and escaping Ezra once and for all. *** His hand slid from my neck down to my chest. I bit my lip to stop a moan, and forced myself not to look into his eyes. But he leaned in close, his voice low and rough against my ears— “Think you can escape me, my stupid little sis? No, Never…Not until I say so.”

“Take it off, dusha moya.” His voice was a low, feral growl against my ear. His kisses trailed down my neck—slow, claiming, deliberate. His gaze burned where it landed… on my ring. The ring my husband gave me. The husband who wasn’t him. “Why?” I whispered, breathless. Cassian’s lips brushed my chest, hot and possessive. “I don’t want any trace of him on you while I fuck you.” The ring slid off my finger. The jewel hit the floor. And my world shattered all over again. — Elara Mei was the perfect daughter—obedient, quiet, raised to follow orders without question. Even when it meant breaking her own heart by leaving Cassian Ivanov. Years later, her father signs a contract with the powerful Ivanov family. The price? Her marriage to their second son. She accepts. Like she always does. Until she discovers the truth— Her new husband’s brother is the man she once loved. The man she never stopped loving. The man who will burn the world to claim her back. Caught between loyalty and desire, duty and obsession, Elara must make an impossible choice: The man she’s bound to by contract… or the man who owns her heart, her body, and her ruin?

Just because I forget to bring my mate's lover back—leaving her alone in the wilderness for three hours—he flies into a rage and throws me into an abandoned well in the desolate countryside. "You need to experience the torment that Belinda was put through." The well is deep and narrow, forcing me to curl up in my wolf form. I struggle to breathe. I plead for mercy and beg for forgiveness. However, all he does is tell me off icily. "Stay there and repent for your sins. You'll only understand the dignity required of a Luna once you learn your lesson from this." He orders his men to seal the well with a large boulder. I let out anguished howls and roars as I claw my way upward. However, I only fall back down over and over again. The walls of the well are covered in my claw marks. I continue like this until I can't make a sound through my parched throat. … Half a month later, my mate's heart softens when he sees the birthday gift I've prepared in advance for him. He decides to end my punishment. Unbeknownst to him, worms and snakes have already gnawed my body beyond recognition at the bottom of the well.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell of medicine is too strong. Change it again." I suppress the urge to suddenly break down and arrange for someone to take care of it. At 2:00 am, he reaches me through our mind-link. "The sheets are dirty. Come up and change them." I instinctively block him and refuse calmly. "Sorry, Alpha Reese. The staff responsible for cleaning have already gone to rest." In the darkness, a cruel chuckle comes from the man. In a tone that allows no refusal, he murmurs, "Then you come and change them yourself."

At the auction, Victor raised his paddle and won the twenty-three-carat rough pink diamond. He waved a casual hand. "It's for Lillian." Sitting beside him, I went still, a tremor running through me so faint no one noticed. Only then did he seem to remember me. "Use the leftovers for a pair of earrings," he added, almost as an afterthought. "Give them to Claudia." Later, I followed the family's orders and married him. I became the Donna of the Medici Family. We spent a steady, loveless lifetime together. On my deathbed, Victor held my hand and asked if I had any last wishes. I looked at my jewelry box. The top tray was filled with pieces made from his scraps, the leftovers from every gift he'd ever given Lillian. I drew my last breath without answering. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment the two Families were competing for the Medici Donna's seat. In my previous life, I'd held the Smith & Wesson, fired ten shots, and hit ten bullseyes. The old Don had named me the future Donna of his Family on the spot. This time, I let out a slow breath and pulled the trigger. I missed on purpose.