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Lila's story begins when she is rejected by Alpha Tyler, a ruthless leader of the most feared pack. He chooses her stronger twin sister, Lyric as his luna instead. The rejection from Tyler leaves Lila embarrassed and heartbroken, she has no choice but to flee her home with Tyler's seed in her. Fast forward to five years later after Lila has moved on with her child and her newfound lover, she is forced to return after Lyric's mysterious death. The prophecy that once foretold Lyric's destiny now reveals a shocking truth, Lila is the true Luna. Lila is forced into a loveless mating bond with Tyler in order for him to maintain his Alpha status. As the investigation unfolds, revealing Lyric's murder, Lila becomes involved in the dark world of pack politics and death threats. Lila's life and that of her child hangs in the balance. And in the shadows, a pair of eyes, identical to her own, watches and waits...

At Blood Oath Academy, no one arrives by chance—except Virelle Noctra. Marked by a power that shouldn’t exist, Virelle is summoned into a hidden world where vampires and werewolves train under fragile, ancient laws. But from the moment she steps inside, something is wrong. Her blood doesn’t belong to either side… yet both crave it. A ruthless vampire heir watches her like prey. A dangerous wolf alpha feels his instincts bend toward her. And beneath the academy, something older than both species begins to stir—something that recognises her. As alliances fracture and desire turns lethal, Virelle is pulled into a power struggle she doesn’t understand but can’t escape. The more her abilities awaken, the clearer the truth becomes: She isn’t just part of the war. She’s the reason it’s starting. And when the blood oath breaks, everyone will have to choose Kneel… or burn.

Vienna Starr Kilmartin, a psychiatrist with a simple life but complicated past. After surviving the death of both her parents and older brother she decides to help people cope with the hardest moments of their lives. Everything is going well until the appearance of a sole heir of the richest tycoon, Avan Ray. He excites her as much as he scares her. His appearance in her life coincides with the death of people around her. She becomes a suspect of the murders. The lead detective, Kerrick will not give her a break. She tries all ways to prove her innocence but the more she tries the more guilty she seems. Someone in the background is pulling a lot of strings to make her the culprit. She watches her world unfolds caught up between the possibly psychotic billionaire and the stubborn detective. With everything going on she is sure of only one thing, none of these men are who they seem. She can only trust one person, Jade her best friend.

Alison Chen needs a visa. Eric Hastings needs a wife. So they sign a contract marriage with one rule that matters. Fall in love and pay two billion dollars. By day, Alison is Eric’s secretary. Quiet. Efficient. Invisible. By night, she’s his wife, sleeping in a separate room. Until her childhood friend comes back into her life and offers her everything this marriage doesn’t… real love, freedom, no contracts, no penalties. A way out. That’s when Eric changes. He gets jealous. He watches too closely. He hates the idea of her choosing someone else. Alison tells herself she already has an escape. But the problem isn’t the visa. Or the money. Or the contract. It’s the one who begins breaking the rules first. Two men. One choice. A fake marriage that’s starting to feel dangerously real. And a love that might cost two billion dollars.

Hazel Jones slides on a beautiful red silk dress with a slit up to her curvy hip and black strappy heels. Her long, chocolate brown hair is up in an elegant style, exposing her neck. She applies mascara and matching red matte lipstick for the finishing touches. She studies herself in the mirror before leaving her apartment and getting into the limo. Hazel may never see her family again but missing the Mate Gala is not an option for her. -------- "How is this possible?" "I don't know, but she is mine too." King Octavius Storm and his mate, Valentina watches as their surprise mate makes her way to The Royals' table. She's a human, and they are the Lycan Royals. A Lycan King has never had more than one mate. It is normal in the Full-Blood District, but not in the Lycan Colony. What makes it even more unique, Octavius and Valentina both felt the mate bond before Hazel stepped foot in the ballroom.

A mute girl. A ruthless man. A captivity that turns into obsession. Luna Vitiello was never supposed to matter to Killian Alatorre. She was meant to be a mistake he could contain, a silent body dragged into a war that had nothing to do with her. But Killian does not contain people. He claims them. He watches from the dark. He closes every door. He makes the cage feel smaller every time she tries to breathe. The more Luna resists, the more ruthless he becomes. The more she runs, the more determined he is to bring her back. Punishment, possession, obsession — the lines blur fast when the man holding the keys refuses to let go. Luna has survived terror before. She has survived silence because silence was safer than sound. But survival inside Killian’s obsession is a different kind of hell. Because this prison does not end at the locked door. It ends when he decides she is no longer his to hunt.

Blurb Elle has always been the tough girl next to her best friend Roseanne, the sweet one with perfect curves that make heads turn. In their last year of high school, Elle helps Roseanne take nude photos for her boyfriend Jake, but seeing Roseanne's bare tits sparks a fire in Elle that she can't put out. Her flag turns rainbow, and her mind fills with filthy dreams of pinning Roseanne down, tasting her wet folds, and making her scream in pleasure. But Jake stands in the way, a rich jerk who cheats and hurts Roseanne. Elle blackmails him to break up, but that just starts a chain of dark events. Roseanne, heartbroken, leans on Elle for comfort, leading to stolen kisses and heated touches that cross lines. Elle's obsession grows, turning her into a hunter who watches Roseanne sleep, steals her panties, and plans ways to own her fully.

“His fiancée is at the door. His hand is over my mouth. And he hasn't stopped fucking the soul out of me.” Maeve Whitmore was hired to be invisible. But to a predator like Xavier Greaves, innocence is an invitation to destroy. Xavier doesn’t do just romance; he does transactions. He’s engaged to a socialite to seal a billion dollar merger, but it’s Maeve’s biological betrayal he craves. He doesn't want her heart—he wants her submission and the sound of her breaking on the very desk where he signs his deals. From glass walled boardrooms to the back of moving limos, Xavier marks her where the world can’t see. Maeve hates the man, but her body weeps for the friction of his skin. In this game of forbidden lust, the only rule is silence—and Xavier is determined to hear her scream his name while the world watches from the other side of the glass.

When Alina, a psychology student about to graduate, finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, she becomes a bargaining chip in her brother's debt. Taken to an isolated mansion in the mountains, she falls into the hands of Dante Morelli—a cold, impenetrable, and lethal man—the kind of man who doesn’t ask, he demands. She was supposed to be just a hostage, a pawn. But Dante doesn’t follow rules. He watches her. Provokes her. Touches her. And when she tries to resist, he turns the cell into a luxurious room... and pain into desire. What begins as hatred transforms into something far more dangerous: attraction. And when she becomes pregnant with his child, Alina thinks she’ll finally be set free. But Dante isn’t willing to let her go. Now she’s not just his prisoner. She’s the mother of his child. And he doesn’t share what’s his. Ever.

“Marry him, or your brother dies.” To protect the only family she has left, Elena Russo agrees to marry Dante Moretti—New York’s most feared mafia heir. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He offers her no love, no choice, and no freedom. Only a diamond ring and a cage with silk sheets. But from the moment she steps into his estate, she learns the rules don’t matter—because Dante doesn’t follow them. He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t even look at her. Until he does. And when he does… it’s to remind her who owns her. She was supposed to hate him. She wasn’t supposed to want the man who watches her from behind glass. Who whispers commands through locked doors. Who punishes with silence—and rewards with ruin. In this house, obedience is survival. But what happens when the bride stops playing by the rules?