My Clone Is The Space Bug King

The first time my childhood friend Nathan Sinclair awakened as a werewolf, our friends called me over to help him through his heat. But Nathan shook his head. "I really don't want her to get this so easily. Werewolf love is loyal above all, and the first person I mark becomes my only mate for life. When Bella shows up, I won't give in even if she begs to help me." He waited and waited, but I never came. Nathan didn't know that his brother's bodyguard, Liam Smith, had already flooded my phone with messages. "Ms. York, Mr. Theodore has already claimed you as his mate. Please, can you come and give him a kiss?" It turned out that I had fallen while skiing and died five years ago. His brother, Theodore Sinclair, marked me and gave me half of his lifespan, pulling me back from the jaws of death. That night, I wrapped my arms around Theodore's neck and teased him, "Theo, stop holding back. Tell me, how many years have you secretly been in love with me?"

Six years ago, Adeline lost everything…her mate, her clan, and the life growing inside her. The fire took her home. The betrayal took her heart. Now, under a false name, she lives quietly as a doctor in the human world, hiding her wolf and her past behind calm hands and a steady smile. Until the day fate decides to test her silence. In the middle of the palace square, a little girl tugged at her sleeve. Her small hands were cold, her eyes too pale for someone so young. “I don’t feel good,” she whispered. Adeline knelt and gave her a piece of candy from her satchel. “Eat it slowly, sweetheart. It’ll make the hurting stop.” The girl smiled, soft and trusting…and Adeline never imagined that moment would change everything. Because the child she comforted that day wasn’t just anyone. She was the Alpha King’s daughter. When their eyes meet again, time stops. The bond they thought dead stirs back to life. The little girl clings to Adeline’s coat and calls her “Pretty Aunt.” And Vincent, the Alpha King who buried her six years ago, can only stare at the woman fate refused to erase. Two boys who look like him. One daughter who smells like her. A secret that can’t stay hidden forever. Because love may break, wolves may fall…but the bond between mates and blood always finds its way home.

In a quest to avenge her mother's death, Zemora takes her sister's place and marries the dragon king. Her plan is to kill the dragon king and become the Queen of her pack. Valdimir, a ruthless dragon king who mercilessly destroys werewolves needs an heir to continue his royal lineage and taking the daughter of his worst enemy as his bride was part of his wrath upon the werewolves, planning her destruction once she gives him an heir. They are thrown into a world of chaos full of secrets, lies and vengeance. One has to live for the other to survive but then when love and attraction gets involved, will they be able to put a dagger in their hearts?

Nora Baker is the Alpha's eldest daughter. Because her body and wolf are weak, Nora has to give up her position as Alpha to her step-sister. She was not allowed to die, despite her desire to do so, because her life was her step-sister's life. Her mate, who she had loved so far, betrayed her and chose her step-sister. After her mate rejected her, her dad asked her and her stepsister to swap mates. She has to accept her new mate, who is a rogue. When she can no longer bear the heartache, she decides to flee her pack in search of her new mate. No one suspected that the true identity of a rogue who was constantly degraded was the Alpha King of the pack that the entire pack feared the most.

Isolde Vancrest had witnessed the ultimate betrayal. Her long-time fiancé, Alan Princeton, had gotten his own sister-in-law pregnant, and he had the audacity to defend it. Alan: "You can't have children. The family can't end with me." How ironic. This was the same man who had once knelt nine times to propose, swearing he would rather be sterile than ever hurt her. If love was a joke, then pride had lost all meaning. That night, Isolde called the one man in Southbridge whose name most people feared to speak. By morning, she was his wife. When Alan saw her again, it was at her wedding. He dropped to his knees, eyes red. Alan: "Honey, I was wrong. Please… look at me." Isolde took a step back and fell into the arms of the man behind her. "The Prince," the ruthless ruler of half the city, wrapped an arm around her waist. "Seems you've forgotten your place." His voice was biting cold as he looked down at Alan. "Now she’s someone you don’t deserve to even look at."

Cyrus wondered if there was anything in this glittering and hectic world that could truly make his heart feel at ease. He put on the mask of a gifted individual who was admired by others. But buried underneath that veneer lies a yearning for genuine love. Cyrus realized that all he had sought for a long time was simply encased in a lovely youngster when Claude appeared in his monochromatic universe. Claude Hemsworth was the name of that young man. They experienced misunderstandings, quarrels, and even times when they couldn't be together. Will Claude and Cyrus be able to endure the challenges of fate, hold hands, and walk toward their desired destination in the end?

Travis Huxley, known as the "Deadly Man", is a twenty-year-old devilishly handsome mafia king. He is a strikingly attractive, aggressive, and fearless leader. He has the looks, the money, and every girl swooning over him. His life has only one goal: to avenge his family's ruin and the death of his lovely woman. Harper Varlice is a twenty-year-old war freak bitch. She lives with a wealthy family as a black sheep daughter because of her bad attitude. Who would have thought that she was a well-known Assassin? No one knows about her true identity and she had long forgotten being an Assassin to finally forget her dark past. When Harper finds out that her parents want her to marry a man she didn't know, she plans to run away from them to escape and live a peaceful life like what she wanted in the first place. To make sure that they could no longer find her, she thought of pretending to be a man. Two people with the darkness inside. They never believed in happy endings, because they've been told that it doesn't exist in people like them. What will happen when Harper with a history of being an Assassin gets involved with the leader of the biggest mafia king? Is it possible for them to feel love for each other or will they end up killing each other?

ไม่ใช่ไม่รู้หรอกนะว่าคิงส์ชอบฉัน การกระทำของคิงส์ที่มีให้ฉันเนี่ยฉันดูออก แต่ด้วยเหตุผลส่วนตัวแล้ว จากที่ผ่านๆมา …ตอนนี้ฉันไม่พร้อมที่จะคบกับใคร เพราะฉันรู้ว่าการมีแฟนมันมากกว่าการจับมือหรือนั่งหอมแก้มแบบเด็กน้อย.. ซึ่งกับเรื่องแบบนั้น.. ฉัน… ยิ่งกับคิงส์แล้ว ยิ่งเป็นไปไม่ได้ คิงส์ขาดเรื่อง เซ็กส์ ไม่ได้ ซึ่ง ในขณะที่ฉัน…ทำเรื่องแบบนั้น ไม่ได้ แบบนี้แล้ว.. ฉันจะคบกับคิงส์ได้ยังไง ไม่ใช่ตรรกะที่ว่าเป็นเพื่อนกันแล้วเป็นเเฟนไม่ได้หรอกนะ แต่เหตุผลเดียวของฉัน คือฉันไม่สามารถมีเซ็กส์กับใครได้เลย ด้วยเหตุผลส่วนตัว.. เป็นเหตุผลที่ฉันยังไม่สามารถก้าวข้ามไปได้ และหวังว่าสักวัน ฉันจะมีชีวิตรักที่ปกติเหมือนกับคนอื่นเขาสักที

He was the weakest omega in the Red Moon Pack, mocked, despised, and left to endure every cruelty silently. But what the pack didn’t know was that he was the strongest wolf of all—a wolf blessed by the Luna Goddess herself. His mother’s dying warning echoed in his mind: never reveal his true power, or it would invite mortal danger. For years, he suffered in silence within the pack, hiding his strength beneath a mask of weakness. Until the enigmatic Lycan King appeared—a man whose eyes held storms, whose presence commanded the wild, and whose touch awakened instincts long buried. The night the king claimed him, the omega’s life shifted irreversibly, igniting a dark, intoxicating bond that neither could resist. Secrets would unravel, loyalties would be tested, and love would burn amidst danger, betrayal, and the shadows of the Red Moon Pack. In the end, only one truth would matter: he belonged to the Lycan King.

"Why did you save me?" Prostitution wasn't exactly the future I'd pictured for myself. But fate landed me in a brothel I couldn't escape, and a life that stripped me of my humanity. Until he came in. The man who looked down at people like they were nothing but dirt and planted bullets in the heads of people for staring at him the wrong way. His name was Killian Morozcov. He came into The brothel and left with me, and no matter how much I pleaded at the time, he refused to tell me why. when he did, though, I wished he hadn't. because killian hadn't meant to save me that night in Vegas...he had come from to save his sister and made the costly mistake of leaving with me instead. our relationship built into something fragile that shouldn't exist and would no doubt, ruin us. especially when we continued to discover how much of it was built on lies. In my experience, I've learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Nice people were always the quickest to swing the knife. And Killian Morozcov was by far the nicest man to ever cross paths with me.