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Yvonne Larson, my housekeeper, has always been punctual, but she ends up being late today. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Carter. Dinner's not ready yet. I hope you won't mind. I had no choice. I waited for over half an hour, but no one got the door for me. I even called Mrs. Carter a few times, but she didn't take my calls. That's why I ended up running late." Halfway through changing into my house slippers, I pause and frown. "Yvonne, didn't Susanna give you the access card to the apartment?" Yvonne looks confused. "The access card? Mrs. Carter never gave me any card." "Never?" "That's right," Yvonne confirms timidly while wiping the sweat off her brow. "For the past month, I've always had to call Mrs. Carter and ask her to open the door for me. She wasn't picking up her phone today, so I had to wait outside…" That's strange. I've checked the logs before. The access card has been used multiple times throughout the past month.

"At your darkest hour, when all seems lost and there is no hope of light. When you feel the darkness pressing in on you from every side, when you find yourself standing on the precipice of oblivion, A Hero will descend from the Moon.     His glittering silver face will cast a bright light upon your path. Avoid him, but it will be impossible. You will thrive hard to run... that's when the beast in you will Awake, and you'll meet the real you".  People say she's Beautiful when she smiles, but unfortunately, life isn't funny to her in any way. Poor Freya. At the age of Nine, she lost her parents in a day, making her live a life of torture with her Uncle. She was tossed out of the house at midnight into the ferocious rain after being beaten, stripped, scratched with whips, and tormented without cause by her uncle's wife. Bracing her difficulties and keeping her mother's last words in her heart.   In an iconic scenario, she met a Wolf whom they both had two things in common.  Rejected and Devastated.  They face their terrible fates together, walking together till she  becomes his Human Luna, Impossible?  

My life had escalated to an unimaginable point. I was pregnant with a child who possessed powers beyond my understanding, a child of a man who was supposed to be my mate's enemy. And now, I was on the run dependent on a stranger. I knew I wouldn't survive out there alone, especially with a child on the way. And going back to Claus, to his lies and his betrayals was no longer an option. The thought made me sick. "So," he asked, his voice breaking the silence, "will you come with me? Or will you go back to Claus? If you decide to go back to him, I wouldn't blame you." His eyes held a gentle understanding, an absence of judgment that was both surprising and comforting. "But for now, I need to know. Do you trust me?" I looked at him, truly looked at him. The man who had unknowingly marked me, the man who had brought me solace in my darkest hour and the man who was now offering me a future, however uncertain. He was a stranger yet he felt more like a sanctuary than Claus ever had. "I'll come with you," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but firm with a newfound resolve.

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

I, Anastasia Lancroft, was promised power—then thrown to the wolves. My fiancé betrayed me for a stronger alliance. My father chose his new wife over his own daughter. And I was left with nothing but rage. So I made a choice. The Bastorin. A school for the cruel, the cunning, the next kings of the underworld. I came here for one reason—survival. Instead, I found him: Alexei Vasiliev, the dangerously magnetic ruler of this academy. His gaze pins me. His presence devours me. And he’s not the only one. My stepbrothers are here too—Nathaniel and Gabriel. Cruel. Possessive. Hungry for my downfall. Three men. Three predators. And I’m the prey they refuse to share. Now, I’m the prize in their twisted game— where every glance burns, every threat tempts, and every night drags me closer to surrender. This isn’t a love story. It’s a war for dominance. And I’m the one they all want to claim.

A story about The Don who loved too much. ⚠️CAUTION!!!⚠️ ⚠️This book contains mature themes, inappropriate language and drug abuse.⚠️ "Have plenty of rest Alexandra because it'll be a very rough day." He says huskily looking deeply into my eyes. "I'll handle it." I answer my voice equally low before a smirk forms on my face. Alex Black hosts a show 'Red Flags' that interviews different women and reveals cheating partners. She receives a note about a ruthless billionaire who's story she can relate with and starts investigating him. Determined to find the red flags in the relationship, Alex Black gets closer to the businessman and tries everything to lure him into a relationship and expose his secrets. Join twenty three year old Alex in this challenge trying to get past the high walls of The twenty seven year old Aiden Matthew Kings a ruthless businessman and heir to the biggest mafia world.

A warlord with fire in his veins. A captive princess with nothing left to lose. When the Dragon Warlord seizes her crumbling kingdom, Sera expects death—not a collar of gold and a vow of possession. Claimed as tribute, she is taken to the heart of the mountain, where fire breathes and ancient magic sleeps beneath the stone. Rhazien is ruthless, monstrous, and terrifyingly divine. But he is also bound by something older than war: the need to claim. To protect. To own. Sera refuses to break. But as power shifts and passion ignites, she learns that dragons don’t ask. They take. And this warlord doesn’t just want her obedience—he wants her heart. And if she gives it to him, she may never survive the fall. The Dragon Warlord’s Bride is a dark fantasy romance full of possession, power struggles, and slow-burn heat. Perfect for fans of monster lovers, mating bonds, and morally unhinged kings who’d burn the world for their queen.

Elara's Morgan's world shatters when she discovers her mate her Alpha, the father of her child has been living a double life with another woman and their secret daughter. For seven years she endured a failing marriage, blamed herself for his coldness, and raised their son Kieran mostly alone. But when she sees the truth in a public park, watching her husband's illegitimate child call him 'Daddy' while her own son stands confused beside her, Elara makes an impossible choice: she crosses the pack border without permission, severing the sacred mate bond and becoming the rogue she was raised to fear. With only 72 hours before the Council takes her son permanently, Elara seeks refuge with Thorne Ashwood the legendary rogue Alpha who built a sanctuary for wolves fleeing corrupt packs and broken bonds. Thorne is nothing like her polished, political ex-husband. He's raw, dangerous, scarred by his own past, and he doesn't coddle refugees. But he sees something in Elara's fierce determination to protect her son, and he offers her a chance: prove she can survive his brutal training, and he'll protect them both from the Council's wrath. As Elara fights to rebuild her strength and Thorne challenges everything she thought she knew about pack hierarchy and the mate bond, an undeniable connection grows between them, one that terrifies them both. Because falling for someone new means risking her heart again. And for Thorne, it means confronting why he built these walls in the first place. When Elara's former mate arrives with Council enforcers to reclaim their son by force, Thorne makes a choice that will start a war. Now Elara must become the wolf she was always meant to be not defined by a bond the Moon Goddess forced on her.

The housekeeper, who was always punctual, was late today. "Madam, I'm so sorry… dinner isn't ready yet. Please don't be upset with me…" "But this time, there was no helping it. I waited downstairs for over half an hour, and no one swiped in. I even called Mr. Gregory, but he didn't answer. That's why I'm late." My hand froze mid-motion as I was changing shoes, and a frown creased my brow. "Lydia," I said, "didn't I have Richard give you the access card?" Lydia Pendel froze, her face blank. "Access card? Mr. Gregory never gave me one." "Never?" I repeated. "Yes," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead, her voice careful. "All this past month, I've been sneaking in whenever another resident opened the door, or calling Mr. Gregory so he could let me in. "Today, Mr. Gregory didn't answer at all, so I was stuck downstairs, feeling helpless…" That was strange. Because over the past month, the electronic lock on the front gate had clearly recorded swipes from that backup card.