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After a failed marriage, Rose no longer wants to know Love. She couldn't let her heart continue to hurt. He wanted to be selfish, but Unforgettable, never could. She was unable to divorce Dias because of an agreement. But, it feels like the man died a long time ago, after knowing that it was not him who was Dias' priority. Rose met Abe accident, their actions were not justified. But Rose felt safe around Abe, not knowing that the man might just be playing games with her. Then, what if they end up continuing to commit forbidden deeds and end up making everyone hurt. And, at last, Rose sacrificed herself again to be the preparation, to be the center of everyone's attention, but not to be praise, just to be reproached.

At the center of the city, stands a Boss’s Spot—a car wash by day, a den of secrets by night. The Boss, feared and desired, rules with authority, calling young men upstairs one by one to satisfy his selfish desires. When Rico, a bold newcomer with a haunted past, arrives and refuses the Boss’s summons, everything changes. Power shifts and obsession brews. A dangerous attraction unfolds. But Rico’s past is catching up fast, and the Boss must decide if his control is worth more than the man who dared to defy his orders. Can dominance and desire coexist? When power meets resistance, who really holds control? Will love bloom in the shadows—or destroy them both?

My brother is the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, and I should have been the happiest little wolf in the pack. But my brother's destined mate Selene accused me of bullying her. In a fit of rage, my brother, the only family I had left in this world, sent me to the Pack Rehabilitation Center —a place for underage criminals and delinquent wolves. For two years, I have been abused until I permanently lost my ability to shift, becoming the docile sister he wanted. But when he discovered I'd lost my wolf and become a true Omega, he went mad. "Skye, please, just call me brother one more time!"

The ancient flame never chooses wrong... until it chose me. Unseen. Forgotten. That's all I've ever been in the Crescent Pack, until the night the sacred flame marked me. Not to one Alpha... but to two. Maxim Blackwood, the fierce leader torn between duty and desire. Icarus Nightshadow, the cold strategist who hides more than he reveals. Rivals bound to me by fate. But what am I to them? As ancient secrets emerge and shadows close in, I find myself at the center of an ancient war. The truth is slipping through my fingers. And the deeper I fall, the more enemies emerge. Can I trust my comrades when they never wanted me?

Mona Blackstone spent eighteen years being poisoned by her own father to suppress her true nature - she's the last Phoenix Wolf, a being of immense power that shouldn't exist. When her fated mate Derek Cross from the rival Nightshade Pack triggers her awakening, she discovers she's at the center of an ancient prophecy. Hunted by the Shadow King who is revealed to be her grandfather, claimed by a mate who represents everything her pack hates, and struggling to control powers that could either save or destroy the supernatural world, Mona must navigate political intrigue, family betrayal, and a love that defies all boundaries while preparing for a war that will determine the fate of all wolfkind.

Rachael seemingly has it all; a perfect marriage, an intelligent daughter, a good career and a supportive husband. Her life became a center of envy but that didn't last long enough when she caught her husband cheating on with her secretary. Instead of her yelling at them, she kept silent and left the room. Feeling betrayed, she swore to divorce him but couldn't, so she exact revenge on them. She used her silence to sharpen her revenge blade. As she embarked on her revenge journey, she found herself drawn to her husband's brother. Their forbidden ignites a fire that could destroy everything Rachael had worked hard for.

I was halfway through a sad cafeteria lunch when a livestream popped up: [Ring toss—whoever lands it gets the dog.] Onscreen, Alverton University's rich-boy squad cracked up, betting on who'd "own" me. Adrian Locke, the student council golden boy, flicked his ring. It landed dead center on my nameplate. "One month. Let's see which owner the little bitch wags her tail for." I closed the stream. Right then, a text from my dad lit up my phone: [Sweetheart, have you chosen your fiancé candidate?] I smirked, snapped a screenshot of the stream, and sent it. [Evaluation complete. All four disqualified.]

In a world slowly being erased, the quiet is the killer. Ethan Ashworth’s life ended the day the Silence touched him, leaving a smooth, numb patch on his skin and a ghost where his memories used to be. He is one of the Marked—doomed to be hollowed out, unless the hunters of Die Jägerfind him first. His only hope is the Library, a secret sanctuary for those the Silence hasn’t yet consumed. There, he meets Lorenzo Cavalli, a former soldier marked not by emptiness, but by a rage that refuses to be silenced. Their connection is immediate, volatile, and unwanted—a psychic bond forged in shared terror that screams against the quiet. It’s also the one thing the all-consuming Silence cannot stomach. Their bond isn't just a link; it’s a weapon. A wrong note in a world demanding perfect silence. On the run from relentless hunters and a creeping nothingness that eats sound, memory, and soul, Ethan and Lorenzo discover a terrible truth: the Silence isn't random. It's a hunger. And it’s gathering, preparing to swallow the world whole. Their only chance is to turn their unwanted connection into a blade, and walk into the heart of the consuming quiet. To kill a god of silence, you don’t fight with a shout. You fight with a scream that is also a love song.

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Research Center, and the only person in the world with experience in deep-sea rescue. When my sister’s submarine malfunctioned and was stranded ten thousand meters below the surface, I hung up on her distress call. Then I calmly walked into a police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research. A few minutes later, my father called. His voice was frantic and furious. “Your sister is missing. Where the hell are you? I’m ordering you to get to the site immediately and save her, or you won’t see a cent of the family inheritance!” I calmly pulled the blanket over my head and said into the phone, “I don’t have time, and you’re interrupting my sleep.”

3:00 a.m. Insomnia gnawed at my nerves like a rusted saw, grinding back and forth mercilessly. On a whim that I couldn't explain, I opened a radio app called "Echoes from Below." The interface was simple and bare. Black background, blue text. No ads, no host introduction. Just a single audio waveform, slowly buffering on the screen. The shape of the waveform felt wrong. It didn't look like soundwaves at all. More like rows of sharp, interlocking teeth. A pop-up window appeared in the center of the screen. [Listening Guidelines] The letters glowed blue, carrying an unsettling eeriness. [This station's signal may extend into dreams. If you hear the broadcast while dreaming, firmly believe that you are awake.]