Male Harley Quinn

I accidentally hit my head in the shower. To my surprise, I find that I can hear my aloof housemate's thoughts. "Damn, he's got perky buns." I think of him as a regular housemate, but he wants to sleep with me?

I've had a crush on my fiancée for years, and we're finally about to get married. Yet I'm willing to jump off a building just to avoid marrying her—all because I've been reborn. In my past life, she and I were married for over two decades. We were the perfect couple in everyone's eyes. However, the fairy tale came to an abrupt end on our 25th wedding anniversary. She took her own life, and she did it with her true love. As I kneeled before her grave, I asked, "Did you regret marrying me?" I knew I wouldn't hear her response, so I answered myself. "I regret marrying you." When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to before the wedding happens. I decide to run away. This time, I want us to become nothing but estranged acquaintances. To my surprise, she comes to me, looking like she's terminally ill. She says, "I've never regretted marrying you. Whether in this lifetime or the past, you're the only one I've ever wanted to marry."

Love and hate get tangled in a sheets when Xavier and Harley gets into a marriage of convenience that defies a fragile and bloodythirsty family rivalry. *** Rich and spoilt, Harley’s perfect life takes a turn when her father tries to force her into a marriage to pay off his depts. Harley’s only escape lies in her father’s worst enemy and business rival: Xavier Everest. And to make matters more complicated, Xavier is the man responsible for her sister’s death four years ago. However, her marriage will protect her and show her father once and for all that he does not own her. It seemed like the perfect plan But Xavier is burdened by dark secrets and vengeful desires. Can six months be enough to fire their passion? Or is the man she turned to for protection, the man she is starting to love, the greatest danger of all? With a killer on loose and love in line, bedsheets aren’t the only tangled thing in this game of hearts

Poor Lydia Richmond was sold as a breeder by her selfish father, Charlie Richmond to Alpha Quinn Magenta of the Kingsford pack. Lydia has to survive the stressful life of a breeder coupled by doing forceful maid chores which she is being compelled to do by the Alpha's lover, Beatrice Baker. Finally, Lydia gets pregnant but realizes that the Alpha is her mate. She could also tell that he wasn't interested in anything else other than the unborn child in her womb. Having to part with her child was going to be traumatic for Lydia. On this note, she ran away from the pack still pregnant. She gave birth later to a set of triplets. All male kids! And now trouble unleashes… Stone Sumach, the son of the Alpha of the new pack which Lydia ran to fell in love with Lydia's sexy look and began to make moves to have her sleep with him. Lydia refuses but he is ready to take her by force. Alpha Quinn couldn't take the disappearance of Lydia and he sents out hundreds of secret forces to find Lydia. Beatrice Baker is also determined to make sure Lydia doesn't step back into the Alpha's mansion alive. She has guards in all squadrons with the mission to kill Lydia on sight. What would happen to Lydia? Would the triplets be safe?

My sister's best friend borrowed 20 thousand from me, saying it was for her mother's medical bills. As a cop, I lent it to her. I figured if I could help, I should. When it was time to pay me back, she didn't return a cent. Instead, she showed up at my precinct holding a baby and accused me of indecent assaults. After a paternity test, the baby turned out to be mine. She went on livestreams, crying about how I broke the law despite being a police officer. She used the scandal to make herself famous. The force treated me like a disgrace and fired me. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. I went from a model officer to a criminal overnight. My parents were cyberbullied; with nowhere left to turn, they both drowned themselves. My wife was also beaten in the street. She suffered a miscarriage from the attack and died from massive blood loss. As for my sister, guilt drove her insane; she was hospitalized before vanishing from the public eye. After my family fell apart, I hanged myself one night. Then I opened my eyes again. I'd been reborn. Facing my sister's evil friend, I vowed to fight back.

A car accident left me with severe brain injuries. I was left hanging by a thread. My wife, a renowned medical genius, personally operated on me for 18 consecutive hours, pulling me back from death's grasp. Yet, the first words I said to her after waking up were, "Grace, I want a divorce." Her eyes were filled with tears. "Derek, I just saved your life, and now, you want to leave me? Is it because I've been too busy at the hospital? Because I haven't spent enough time with you?" I frowned. "It's exactly because you saved me that I want this divorce. I won't let you sacrifice your reputation for me." The family elders tried to reason with me. "Grace is such a wonderful wife. She takes care of everything and loves you deeply. Why insist on a divorce? Why throw away such happiness?" No matter who approached me, I dismissed them with the same response. "If you think she's so perfect, then she'll be available once we're divorced." The elders were furious. "Fine! Get your divorce! But don't come crying to us when you regret it!" I whispered under my breath, "The only thing I regret is not divorcing her sooner."

My wife transplanted the donor heart I had waited for two years for to the fake heir, Sean Morgan. The doctor said I only had one week left to live, so I decided to freeze my body. I donated my body to Sean's lab. On the day I signed the donation letter, my daughter threw herself into my arms and said I had finally made up with her uncle. My parents praised me for finally understanding the deep bond and mutual support between brothers. My wife said with relief, "You've finally let go of your grudges and become an understanding person." I smiled gently. "Yes, this time I’ve really learned my lesson. I will return the status of the Morgan family heir to Sean and fulfill your wishes.”

A soft moan escaped my mouth as he pinned me against the wall, trailing kisses down my neck. “Let’s tie up your ex and have sex in front of him. This will be your ultimate revenge, princess!” … Omega Harley was a perfect housewife, deeply in love with her husband, Alpha Xander Ledger. But when she found out about his affair with her best friend, Ella, all bets were off. After an ugly clash with backstabbers, Harley sought escape in the shadows of the moon bar, where one reckless kiss with a handsome stranger turned her world upside down. She never expected him to be Xander’s uncle, Alpha Carlos Ledger. However, Carlos wasn’t just an Alpha, he was the Alpha. Dangerous, dominant, and determined to claim the omega he desired, craving her badly. As forbidden love sparked between Harley and her ex's uncle, would she surrender before the Alpha who should be off limits? Or the fire he ignited in her heart would consume her as a whole?

Five years after I died, Delia—my wife, a doctor—tried to dump her first love's new mess on me again. She stormed into my old place, waving some fake agreement with my name on it, but all she found was dust. Panicking, she ran downstairs and cornered the shop owner. "William?" he said. "He's been dead five years. Heard the family of that malpractice case found him. Stabbed him up bad." Delia laughed it off, like the guy was making it up. "So what if he got suspended? He's still sulking over that?" She rolled her eyes. "Tell him this—he's got three days. If he doesn't show, I'm cutting off his sister's cancer treatment." She muttered something ugly, slammed the door, and left. The shop owner just watched her go, shaking his head. "There's no sister left," he said quietly. "She died years ago... couldn't pay for treatment."

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.