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He saved her from a lifetime of slaving away at a strip club, but the next thing she knows, she's plunged into the dark and dangerous world of organized crime...

She hates her dad hiring her bodyguards. But what if her next bodyguard is gay? Will she learn to accept him? Will she like him? Or will she fall for him?

“I wish that, in your next life, you would spend 16 hours a day with your true love—just being together, even if in silence.” – Kate Leslie “I hope in your next life, you’ll only be able to work for someone else—never a boss, never in control. May you feel what it’s like to be commanded, even oppressed, in your job.” – Rex Leslie “I wish that in your next life, every single one of your companions would be from the underworld—no decent people, no respectable connections at all. May you experience the pain of having to interact with the very people you despise, and may you even lower yourself to fear them and obey, trapped by your own fears and prejudice.” – Max Leslie “I hope that in your next life, you’ll be gay—and not just any gay man, but the kind who is submissive, the kind who finds himself under another man. Not just one, either—let’s make two, no, three or maybe four. I want you to experience what it feels like to be completely dominated.” – Kix Leslie ...... Noah Leslie was a self-made successful businessman who unexpectedly got a chance to reborn. However, his new life was not determined by him, but shaped by his family. At first, he had confidence in his family's view of him, but when he heard their true wishes, he was shocked and unable to accept them: to fall in love and nothing but love, never to be a boss, interact with the mafia, and love men. Faced with these unbelievable wishes he could not agree with, Noah had no chance to argue. His new identity filled him with helplessness and rejection, but with no other choice, he had to accept this strange and oppressive second life.

Following the success of her two novels, Cela receives an offer for the TV adaptation of her stories but a third story has to be written soon to complete a three-story special. She is not in to the project until she rediscovers the paper bearing the address of the meeting place of her supposed first date with Nate. Now that her mother is no longer around to interfere, she becomes inspired to reunite with him after many years and hopefully write the third novel based on their new story. Unfortunately, he is now about to get married in two months. Disappointed with the turn of events, she decides not to meet him again. She visits their old meeting place and finds it a good place to write but unexpectedly meets him there. They agree not to talk to each other if they meet there again but fate leads them to meet again under different circumstances leaving them no choice but to speak to each other. Suddenly, Nate’s fiancée starts acting weird and suggests that he spend the weekend with Cela while she is away. Although it confuses him, he figures that it is her way of helping him get closure. The two spend one Sunday reminiscing the past expecting a closure in the end but the wonderful moment they share this time only makes it harder to achieve that closure so Cela has to put a stop to it saying, “Please don't think even for a second that there is still something left or something new to explore after everything that happened or did not happen. This is not a novel. This is reality. We don't get sequels or spin-offs in real life. We just continue. We move forward and that's how we get to the ending."

Obsessed with werewolf novels? So was Natalie Stewart, a typical 25 year old freelancing artist who spent majority of her spare time reading trashy werewolf books online. Over the years, she’d come across countless styles and variations of the classic tropes, enjoying every twist, heartbreak and steamy matebond moment the female leads would go through. But as Natalie unfortunately meets an untimely death, dying in her very own kitchen during a home invasion, the last thing she expected was to wake up inside the body of someone completely new. Someone beautiful and entirely unrecognisable. However, not everything is as perfect as the flawless stranger staring back at her in the mirror. Because as Natalie comes to terms with her new body, it doesn’t take long for her to discover someone else. A girl with clear signs of mistreatment and neglect, her skin flushed with bruises that peek out from under her ragged clothes. Looking at her, Natalie quickly realises she is no longer in the world she once knew. A place of modern luxuries and ordinary people. In fact, it’s far worse than she could have possibly imagined. Because she’s now trapped inside the last werewolf novel that she read. But she’s not Aurora, the goddess-chosen white wolf girl of prophecy with magical powers. The one who will escape her painful enslavement, find her Alpha King second-chance mate, and overcome obstacles to prove their love for each other. No... she has woken up in the body of Scarlett. The villainess who will get in her way.... and one who won’t live to see the end of the book.

The day I decided to donate my body to science, my family gathered around my adopted sister, Hailey, celebrating her acceptance into a cutting-edge experimental treatment program. The one with brain cancer was supposed to be me. But Hailey used my husband Zane's position at the hospital to swap her healthy medical records with my terminal diagnosis, stealing the one chance I had to survive. And the worst part? Everyone cheered her on. The pain became too much. I fought to stay present, only to overhear the nurses whispering, "It's a good thing Dr. Zane secured that spot for Hailey. They said she only had three days left." So, in the last 72 hours of my life, I quietly let go of everything. When I gave Hailey the original manuscripts of my novels I had poured my heart and soul into, my father and brother gave me a satisfied smile. When Zane decided to grant Hailey her dying wish by marrying her, he handed me the divorce papers. I signed without a moment's hesitation. He sighed and praised me for finally being "so reasonable." And when I was the one who coaxed our daughter, Olivia, into calling Hailey "Mommy," Olivia gushed that her new mom was the best. "Don't worry," Zane soothed. "We're just keeping it safe for now. Once she's gone, it'll all come back to you." I gave Hailey everything I had, just like they wanted. So why, when they find out this was all Hailey's vicious lie, do they come crying, saying I'm the one they wanted all along?

ALPHA SERIES: BOOK II Sebastian El Venuel, the son of a well-known alpha, is next in line and the only son of his parents. As he is bestowed the title of the next in line alpha, the elders assigned him to a difficult job. And that is to chase away the rogue that trespassed on their wolvendom. They thought it was some ordinary rogue but the one before him is none other than the Tyrant Rogue that have been roaming in different boarders bringing nothing but chaos. “We ask for nothing but peace. Ask anything that you want and we will grant it, even so, after that... We shall never see your face again” “You said anything that I want?... Alright then .. I'm bringing you with me”

ISABELLA MONROE, HEIRESS TO THE MONROE FORTUNE FOUND NAKED WITH A MAN ON HER WEDDING DAY Isabella's bridal shower was supposed to be fun. Just her, her girls, and a night to celebrate. But the next morning, Isabella Monroe woke up sore, and naked… in a stranger’s bed. Her fiancé walked in, saw everything, and just like that… the wedding was over. Before she could even process it, her parents made a decision for her: marry him and save our family's reputation—the mysterious, dark, and impossibly wealthy stranger she’d woken up next to. Now, trapped in a marriage she never wanted, surrounded by power, desire, and temptation, Isabella has to figure out if she can survive Rafael Ashford… or if surrendering to him might be the only option.

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door. I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister. I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it. I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding. The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears. "Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."