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"You see that guard coming over here, I own him, just watch how I rip his flesh out." Envaline eyes widened with happiness at her words....... "Step out now from the tube" She heard the guard said. Sharriah stepped out............ "Come towards me now!" The guard barked, enjoying every moment......... She was longer shy about her nakedness, she walked to him, quickly the guard grabbed her immediately, holding her by the neck............ Quickly she took hold of the guard's man.............she squeezed his manhood so hard that a scream erupted from his body............ Taking hold of the guards dagger from his brest pocket, she licked the edges............... She was gonna teach him a lesson he won't ever forget, taking the manhood in her hands fully, she slashed it so fast that it dropped on the ground...... Sharriah Stallion became a slave the day she was captured by the Sultans.... But, what happens when she got sold to the big bad Alpha, who was her mate. And a lot of secret, mysteries and powers were unraveled between them......

Eight years after I broke up with Greyson Tromp, we met in the hospital. He brought his wife for a prenatal checkup and happened to have their consultation with me. I wore a mask and carefully examined the condition of her baby. The intern beside us asked how they ended up together. Elise Jacob said smugly, "You have to fight for a handsome guy. To get the best, you have to fight for it! He used to like someone else. To win his heart, I stirred up trouble between them, causing them to misunderstand each other and gradually drift apart. "Later, they had a really bad argument, and I hid the apology letter he asked me to pass on to that woman. I still keep it as our token of love. That woman was pregnant at the time, and I used every means to get rid of her baby!" After they left, I removed my mask. My hands instinctively rested on my stomach. There was an ugly scar beneath my clothes. It was from when Greyson forced me to abort our baby. A few days later, Greyson came kneeling before me, holding that apology letter and a divorce agreement.

Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn’t even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, “YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn’t help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.

I've been married to the prince of the underworld for ten years and have endured countless life-or-death situations by his side. My hands, once trained to play the piano, are covered in calluses from holding guns and stained with blood. But at 28, my husband ends up falling for a young woman from the slums. She's as delicate and pure as a chamomile. She's his well-kept little secret—until I run into them at the woman's prenatal appointment one day. I storm up to him, demanding an explanation, only for him to nonchalantly hand me divorce papers. "Sonia is a devout follower of the church and can't have a child before marriage. I must make an honest woman out of her. Sign these, and you'll get 40% of the company's shares." I refuse to do as told, so he corners me. In the end, he has my crippled younger brother tied up and forced under a hydraulic compression machine. "Sign the papers, Maeve, or watch your brother become a human mince pie. The choice is yours." I fall on my knees and beg him to stop. As the machine turns on, my hands fly to my aching lower belly, and I scream as I lose consciousness. When I wake up again, I'm back in the hospital, in the same spot where I ran into my husband and his mistress at her prenatal appointment. This time, I don't confront him. Overnight, I make arrangements with a sanatorium abroad, get divorced, and run away from home. Yet the moment I truly disappear, my husband loses his mind.

They say once God give something, no matter what ,God gonna take it back again , nothing is granted , not life nor death. Because in life and death we shall always apart. when her kingdom all falls apart ,and war rings her door , and evil roams thirsty for her soul , the princess has to take a stand, but she's not alone like she ever thought , that mighty warrior who is full of surprises for her as she uncover her hidden destiny with him.

Scarlet loved and honored this man in their 10 years of marriage, she had turned down her family fortune just to be with him. He had nothing when she met him and her family never accepted him, so she rejected her own family for his sake. She stayed with him through thick and thin and finally built an empire with him, but on the day that was supposed to be their 10th wedding anniversary she found out that her husband was holding a wedding ceremony with another woman, and not only that, he already had two kids with this woman When she confronted him, her husband wasn't remorseful about it, instead, he threw the divorce papers on her face. Scarlet didn’t hesitate to sign those damn papers, but the next day she wasn't the CEO's wife again, she was the CEO herself and was here to make her ex-husband suffer. Me Harvey, you ex-wife is the new CEO of our rival company “ his men told him. “Please forgive me ex-wife “ he begged on his knees. The woman looked at him and smirked. “ You would work for me, “ she told him as she brushed his hands off

Valentina never meant to cross the line. She was just Sofia’s best friend always welcome in their luxurious villa, always laughing at Sofia’s jokes, always stealing glances at the one man she knew she could never have. Luca Moretti. Sofia’s father. Older, powerful, dangerously magnetic. One forbidden night, a single brush of his thumb across her lip shattered every rule she’d sworn to keep. What started as stolen touches and whispered confessions quickly spiraled into something neither could control. His hands claimed her in the dark, his voice called her “good girl” while guilt tore her apart, and every stolen moment felt like fire she couldn’t extinguish. But desire like this doesn’t stay hidden. When Sofia discovers the truth, betrayal cuts deeper than any blade. Friendships fracture. Family bonds break. And the two people who risked everything for each other are left standing in the ashes of what they destroyed. Now Valentina must decide: walk away from the only man who ever made her feel truly alive… or burn everything down to keep him. Because some love is worth the ruin. And some ruin never felt this good. 18+ | Explicit content | Forbidden age-gap romance | Taboo desire | Emotional angst | Slow-burn tension | Possessive MMC | Family betrayal

Lydia Lost everything to a deep scheme brewing in the shadows. For years, she worked tirelessly to give her family a better life but was rewarded with betrayal. But just when all hope seemed lost, something miraculous happened. Lydia, who died at the tender age of 29, woke up to realize she had traveled back in time, ten years before her death. And this time, she swore to avenge her former. And this time, she wasn't alone. Alec stared at the breathtaking Lydia, his hands caressing her cheeks softly. This time, she was his reward.

Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss. Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past. In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it. “Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” “Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?” Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all. I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years. I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting. [Leave him.]

They say the perfect crime leaves no witnesses. But what happens when the victim refuses to stay dead? On the happiest day of her life, she was betrayed by the only person she trusted. He took her fortune. He erased her name. He watched her burn and toasted to her memory. He thinks he is safe. He thinks the past is buried six feet under. But what if the grave was empty? Three years later, a mysterious woman walks into his life. She is everything he desires: powerful, beautiful, and dangerous. She knows his secrets before he speaks them. She knows his weaknesses before he shows them. He is drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unaware that she is the very fire he tried to extinguish. He thinks he’s found a new partner. He has no idea he is shaking hands with his own executioner. She is standing right in front of him, wearing a stranger’s face but holding a dead woman’s grudge. How long can a murderer look into the eyes of his victim without realizing who she is? And when the mask finally slips... will he have time to scream?