Loud House L-ementals

My superior, who attains his position through connections, turns out to be the high school heartthrob I once pursued—Jack Montgomery. Back then, I gave up on studying literature despite being good at it to study science instead. As a result, my grade point average dropped from 3.9 to 2.1, and I ended up attending a community college. Jack, on the other hand, earned a Master's degree in business in Ezelia. He became the director of the investment management department at a company upon his return. He mocks me for being a lovesick fool who chose to study science for his sake and now has to work for him. His words successfully provoke me into action. I work as a low-level analyst while staying up late every day to prepare for the Graduate Management Admission Test. I plan to turn my life around with this, but I end up dropping dead from overwork. When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the critical moment of course selection in my sophomore year. This time, I decisively choose to study literature and kick that scumbag, Jack, aside. "Nobody is allowed to hinder my studies!" He claims that I'm playing hard to get, and all I think is that he's ill in the head. Let's see who gets the last laugh when I make it into the prestigious Hareford University!

Catching her husband with another woman was only the beginning of Valerie's nightmare. Greg didn't just betray her, he humiliated her, dismissed her, threw her away like trash. But Valerie isn't the broken housewife he thinks she is. Collins Sterling, Greg's older brother is a billion-dollar empire builder, and the most dangerous man Valerie has ever met. Their contract marriage starts as revenge—make Greg jealous, secure Collins's deal, walk away clean. Except nothing is clean when Collins touches her. When he whispers promises in the dark. When she realizes the baby she's carrying might be his salvation or her destruction. Because Greg wants her back. Jasmine wants Collins dead. And someone is willing to kidnap, kill, and burn everything to the ground to keep them apart. In a battle of billionaires, broken vows, and explosive passion, Valerie must become the player, not the pawn. Even if it means risking the one thing she swore never to give again: her heart.

After three years of marriage, Liora lives in a cold and loveless union. She is neglected by her husband, pressured by her mother-in-law, and forced to constantly yield in order to protect the family’s image. One night becomes the turning point of her life. In a fragile state, Liora is drawn into a mistake with a stranger—never knowing who he truly is. She leaves before morning, convinced that the error will be buried forever. But fate is cruel. The man returns as Ethan—her husband’s brother-in-law. A powerful figure, cold and commanding, impossible to avoid. Their gazes carry secrets. The past becomes a threat. And Liora’s old wounds slowly reopen. As betrayal after betrayal is revealed, Liora stops being a woman who remains silent. Pain transforms into anger. Humiliation turns into resolve. With the help of Ethan—the man who should have never stood by her side—Liora rises. She learns to fight back, to plan her revenge, and to reclaim her dignity. Will Liora’s plan succeed, and how will her love story unfold?

Thyri Daniels has gone thirty years without finding her mate, she's given up hope. As the new Alpha King comes to power, Thyri soon realizes who her mate is but does she know what he is?

Euphemia Winters had the life she's always wanted, a gorgeous boyfriend, best friends, college this fall, and a great new apartment. But, something isn't right in her field of dreams, will she work through it, or will she find something better?

Ephemeral -- A Modern Love Story revolves around a woman named Soleil navigating through the annals of life as it coincides with the concept of love that was taught to her by her Uncle: that love can be written on sticky notes, baked into the burned edges of brownies, or found in the triplet progressions in a jazz song. A story in which she will realize that love goes beyond the scattered pieces of a puzzle or the bruised skin of apples.

For five years of our marriage, Matthew Spark was my entire world. I abandoned my career, severed ties with my family, and molded myself into the perfect wife for him. I believed our love was unshakable, and that our marriage certificate was the ultimate proof of it. Until the day I saw him with my own eyes—holding another woman in his arms as he stepped into our home. “Ava, let me introduce you,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “This is Sophie Spears, and her daughter, Ella. They’ll be living here from now on.” I froze. I had seen her face before—tucked in the drawer of his desk, in his wallet, even as the wallpaper on his phone. And in that instant, I realized the cruel truth: I was the unnecessary outsider. The interloper. The greater insult came when I confronted him. He calmly produced a marriage certificate—his and Sophie’s marriage was three months before ours. That was the moment I learned my marriage had been nothing but a farce. That I wasn’t even significant enough to be a mistress. And in that moment, I laughed. Oh, Matthew. Did you forget who the largest investor in Spark Enterprise was?

James wasn't your typical writer. He gave a new meaning to Copywriting. His life wasn't great but he was doing well for himself; six figures in his bank account, and a hot neighbour that he had more than one wet dream about. His life was great until he died of course. Now he's stuck in another world with a secret mission. He's ready to spin another new meaning to copywriting.

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.

Revenge. Sweeter than a kiss laced with honey. Hotter than the deepest depths of hell. And, it hits harder than a f*cking train… I want all of it. I need it more than the air filtering through my lungs. And the constant, unsteady but racy beat of my heart when I’m around them. Darius. Jace. Hunter. It took them five minutes to destroy my life. Faster than it took the eighteen years of my existence for my father–the alpha of the Black Syndicate–to ruin me. I was neglected. Abandoned. Rejected. Pushed around and outcasted by my pack. Now I have to prove myself so my father’s gang won’t kill me. All because of them and by the hands of my father. Want to know the worst part? They are working together. What they don’t know is, once I get released from the juvenile detention center for werewolves I was sent to because of them–I will tear them to shreds. One by one. I, Elise Cartwright, will get my revenge. NOTE: This is an enemies to lovers dark/mafia/werewolf romance where the girl will end up with multiple love interests. (Reverse Harem)