Nova Skin Denji

On the night of the Moonbinding Ceremony, where alphas across the land come to claim their mates, Selene attends only to witness her childhood love, Kaith, betroth another she-wolf. Heartbroken, she sneaks away—only to be hunted down and claimed by the one wolf no one dared defy… Draven Nightbane—the cursed Alpha King of the Nightbane Pack, feared for his monstrous form, one that never fully shifts into a wolf. Marked as a half-beast, his entire life has been a battle against his own bloodthirsty instincts. He wakes up from his cursed slumber only to pick scent of his mate and rushes off to mark her. Claim her and own her. “You belong to me now, little wolf.” “Alpha King Draven Nightbane has marked you as his.”

"I'm sorry, but I have to kill you." His hot breath caressed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Then, with a swift motion, he plunged his claws into my heart through my back, and my world went dark. In the world of shifters, being wolfless is a curse. Seraphina Nyx, daughter of the Alpha of the Eldrath pack, knows this all too well. Shunned by her pack and disappointing her parents, her only solace lies in her friendship with Tiffany and her secret romance with her mate, the Beta to her father, Asterion Maverick. But what happens when she realizes that the very people she trusts most betray her in the most gruesome way possible? When the lies that once brought her comfort become the weapons that destroy her? Will she be able to overcome the disasters and seek vengeance, or will she allow herself to succumb to the disasters that threaten to consume her? Find out in the mind-blowing pages of "Bound to a Hybrid and a Lycan".

Emma's life was not different than Cinderella's, she was punished by her stepmother and sister. And only a prince charming could change her life. For five years, Emma lived in Charlotte Miller’s shadow—forced to play her double, smile for her photos, write her speeches, and disappear the moment the spotlight hit. She was paid to be silent, obedient, and forgettable. Until the night everything shattered. Her heart. Her pride. And her place as Charlotte’s puppet. They forced her into a marriage with Xeros Martinez—a dangerous billionaire heir of the Martinez empire and a man who makes danger feel like desire. She was a substitute bride for him, and the only thing she expected from him was coldness and rejection. But what she didn't expect was his intervention when Charlotte's mother was about to whip her. "How dare you touch my vanilla?" He growled like thunder. "Try it again—and I'll remind you why people fear my name." Their marriage may have begun as a business arrangement, but the heat between them refuses to be ignored. Because later, when she tried to avoid the heat burning between them, he dropped his towel with a smirk, “Scrub my body, wife.” She hesitated. “W-Will I…?” He stepped closer, water dripping down his chiseled chest. “Isn’t that what a wife does?” And when her fingers brushed against his skin, he leaned in, voice low and wicked: “Tell me… do you think I’m sexy?” She mumbled a breathless yes. “What was that?” he asked, teasing. She shook her head, flustered. So he grabbed her waist and smashed his lips onto hers, stealing the truth straight from her mouth.

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.

My body hurt—badly. The bruises from Logan’s fists were fresh, my ankle throbbed from where he kicked me, and one of my eyes was nearly swollen shut. But I still limped down the hallway with a cold pack in hand, desperate for something… maybe comfort, maybe just his attention. I didn’t know. Then I heard it—low groans, heavy breathing, the unmistakable sound of skin against skin. Sweaty. Lustful. Raw. I opened the door and my heart shattered. There he was—Logan Hart. My husband. The man I loved more than myself. And with him? Tessa Black—his girlfriend, his mistress, the perfect model everyone adored. They were tangled in the sheets, bodies slick, eyes wild, too lost in each other to even care that I stood there. I couldn’t breathe. I screamed. And Logan… he didn’t even flinch. He didn’t apologize. Didn’t care. “Get out,” he said coldly. “I’m in the middle of something.” That was it. That was the moment I broke. I ran. Limping, shaking, crying—I ran and didn’t look back. What I didn’t know was… that heartbreak would be the beginning of everything.

To my parents, I was their obedient and kind daughter. To my students, I was their gentle and understanding piano teacher. To my audience, I was the star performer at the cabaret. Of all these different identities, my favorite was by far the last. I enjoyed the hungry gazes that fell on me, searing my skin like flames. I enjoyed the juxtaposition between my different identities, never tired of playing different roles. In a sense, I was born to act, and I was passionately devoted to each of my identities. So, won't you come watch me dance?

Nova Pearl Laurent a 21 year old woman, an underground fighter who was released from juvenile prison 3 years ago, her life changes drastically when she's called back to the country by her mother who had long abandoned her. She is faced by the truth that her twin sister Reverie Rye Laurent had been in a car accident and is now in coma. Her mother orders her to take Reverie's place as the wife of Aeros Ian Valencia. The Valencia family once saved the Laurent corporation from going bankrupt, the heir of Valencia family Aeros was forced to marry Reverie. He bears seething hatred towards Reverie and treats her as she was nonexistent to him. Nova who is now pretending to be Reverie his wife wants to revenge her beloved sister who suffered by the hands of this cruel man. But fate has unexpected plans for her, the cold and ruthless Aeros starts to fall for her. She must play her part well and when it's time for her to leave she must end the play, but what happens when she develops strange feelings for the man who is her sister's husband? "It was supposed to be an act, I'm a mere illusion of her, his substitute wife, I'm forbidden from having such feelings towards him"

She was back. She is innocent and beautiful. She was intimidated. He was ambitious. He is kind and handsome. He falls in love. In the sultry haze of passion’s fire, Two hearts collided, desire unbridled. Their love, a clandestine affair, Igniting flames that danced and swirled. Amidst tangled sheets and whispered vows, they wove a tale of stolen moments, Each touch a confession, each kiss a plea, To drown in the depths of their shared ecstasy. The moon bore witness to their stolen nights, As they traced constellations on bare skin, Their secrets etched in sweat and sighs, A love forbidden, yet impossible to rescind. But dawn arrived, cruel and unyielding, tearing them apart like fragile petals. Promises whispered, promises broken, Their hearts left bleeding, forever unsettled. And so, they became ghosts of passion, haunted by memories of that steamy affair, Their love a bittersweet ache, a silent confession, In the quiet hours when the world ceased to care. For love, once ignited, never truly dies, It lingers in the shadows, a smoldering flame, A testament to the heat of their stolen nights, A tale of love after a steamy affair, untamed.

"You remember how good it felt," he murmured, his lips grazing my ear. "Don’t pretend you’ve forgotten what it’s like when I make you beg." One night. One mistake. Now he’s her boss... and her stepbrother. Sophia thought she could forget the stranger who whispered filthy promises against her skin but fate isn’t done with her. Her new job comes with high stakes, strict rules... and Ethan Blackwood — her arrogant, sinfully gorgeous boss. The same man who nearly ruined her with one look. The same man who is now, horrifyingly, her stepbrother. He’s forbidden. Untouchable. But Ethan doesn’t play by the rules. And he wants her — again and again. She tries to resist. He dares her to fall. But Ethan’s secrets could destroy everything — including her. She knows she's falling hard, but Ethan has plans of his own... And love was never part of it, is Sophia just a pawn in his twisted game?

Born an Omega, Celeste Ravaryn was never meant to be anything more than a servant—weak, disposable, broken. She spent her life at the mercy of the very wolves who tormented her. Until fate tied her to Alpha Kieran Blackwood. His Luna? Never. His whore? Always. He never wanted her. But he took her anyway. In the dark, he ruined her, whispered lies against her skin… then shattered her in front of everyone. "Did you really think I'd accept an Omega as my mate? Pathetic." He rejected her. Publicly. Brutally. "I, Alpha Kieran Blackwood, accept Selene Hawthorne as my mate. She will be my Luna, bear my children, and lead this pack with me..." But rejection doesn’t always mean the end. Sometimes, it’s just the beginning. Because in the shadows, another monster is watching. The most feared Lycan King in existence. A man with no mercy, no weakness… except her. She was born to suffer. But he, The Lycan King, will teach her how to burn the world and make everyone in it tremble at her feet.