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They say sur‍vival buil⁠ds character.‌ It also b​uilds a gi‌rl who notices e‍verythi​ng and forg⁠ives not‌hing. I⁠ was seventeen, wo⁠rkin‌g three jobs before the sun‌ cam‍e up‌, studying af⁠ter midnight beca⁠use poverty was‌ never going to be my permanent addr‌ess.‌ I kne​w hun‍ger, but what I d​id not know wa​s t‍hat my name was alr‍eady tied to​ a b‍illionaire empire long before Jul‍i⁠an Vane ever‌ looked my way‌. He propo⁠sed an⁠d I said yes, because I was‍ a girl who had s​u⁠rvived on‌ s‍craps her w‌hole​ life and he was offering the world. What he did not tell me was t‌he l‍ocked room in his mansion that held secrets about my family. Silas‍ Th‍orne walked into my life when almost all hope was lost, and I’m torn between revenge and letting it all go.

Emilia Monroe is treated no better than a slave by her family. She's despised by her father, abused by her stepsister, and branded a failure for never turning into a wolf since her eighteenth birthday like everyone else did. All she wants is freedom from her torment. But freedom becomes impossible when she crosses paths with Killian, the Silver Crest pack’s new alpha, a notorious and ruthless man. When a contest is held to choose his Luna, as his ascension demands and to cure his bloodlust, Emilia is forced to attend by her father to serve her stepsister, who is one of the contestants. However, destiny exposes her as Killian’s true mate. But the merciless alpha is hell-bent on not having a weakling like her as his Luna. The irresistible pull of their bond refuses to be severed, and one stolen night is all it takes for her to end up pregnant by him. However, when the truth of their bond becomes public, she is rejected and publicly humiliated by the alpha, and so Emilia flees in order to protect her baby. When she thinks she's finally free, the alpha learns of their child and he stops at nothing to have and claim her once more. But the big question remains; will Emilia choose to be a captive again, or will she stand up to Killian, despite the unresolved tension of their mate bond?

“No can do. I'm a changed man now. The only p*** I want is my wife's," I drawl. She practically sputters, invisible steam oozing from her ears. "Get your filthy hands off me," she snarls. I lean in, my lips grazing her earlobe. “Why? Afraid that I'm going to find out how much your body still yearns for mine?" I drawl, and she shivers, pressing her thighs together as I squeeze her hip lightly. … I’ve hated Hayden Wolfe since high school. He made my life hell. When I’m suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage with him, I’m convinced I’ve hit rock bottom. He needs a wife to secure his position in his family’s billion-dollar empire. I need my father’s company to survive. Neither of us had a choice. Now we’re the perfect couple in public, and sworn enemies behind closed doors. And my new goal? Make Hayden Wolfe beg for a divorce. What started as late-night screaming matches explodes into hate filled kisses and touches that leaves me burning. Do I still hate him with every fiber of my being? Or am I already hopelessly, shamefully addicted to the man I promised to destroy? Warning: Mature content, intense bickering, mentions of dark themes such as psychological trauma, violence and emotional distress.

They’ve hated each other forever. Top grades? They fight for it. School captain? They both ran—then sabotaged each other. Even the last drink at the vending machine turns into war. They argue like it’s a sport. Compete like it’s life or death. Fists have flown. So have insults. Everyone knows: they can’t stand each other. But then—one night, her phone buzzes. A message. From him. Weird. They don’t text. Not unless it’s to throw shade. She opens it… and nearly drops her phone. It’s him. Shirtless. Smirking. Sweaty. The lighting is low, his eyes unreadable. Not a word, just a photo. Not a joke. Not a dare. And for the first time in years… She doesn’t know if this is war or something much, much worse.

"Why do you keep appearing before me then?" Kenzie shouted, a tear rolled down her left cheek and she sniffled. "Why are you acting hot and cold? You keep confusing me with your actions!" She clenched her fists beside her and continued through gritted teeth, "Why do you keep making my heart waver? Do I love you or do I hate you?" She asked in between sobs. Killian didn't respond but turned and walked out of the building."I'll hate you then." She mumbled then stood up. She walked over to her desk and removed the flashdrive from the computer on her desk. "And I have to be the spy again." ***** Within the werewolves, there's commandments they must follow to keep their identity and one of the commandments is 'Any werewolf that discovers that he has a human mate must immediately reject him/her, this is the pack's law to keep humans away and their secret safe.' But Killian is an Alpha with not only a human mate but with the dangerous hound bloodline that can cause doom for both the werewolves and humans. What will Alpha Killian do with his dangerous and forbidden love? And what will he do once he realized the mysterious beastly murders in town might be his doing, will he keep his mate or let her go to protect her.

She gave up her life, abandoned her family, and chose him over everybody else, all for love. But what did she get in return other than betrayal and heartbreak as the man she did all of these things for didn’t bat a lash before choosing another woman over her? While she was begging for his love, he was married to another woman whom she was showering with love and affection. She felt broken, but no way she was going to be pathetic in front of this scum. She was going to get her revenge and reduce him to nothing for hurting her this much. She was going to regain her lost respect even though her family no longer wanted her. It was going to be difficult now that she had no one by her side, but then he came along. Her childhood sweetheart whom she never dreamt of meeting again in her entire life. Will their old flame rekindle or will she give her scum husband a chance later?

I’m Daisy Valence. Eighteen. The favorite daughter of the Valence family. I woke up and found myself eight years in the future. Not only was I married to my nemesis, Lorenzo Astor, but we had a four-year-old son. Even crazier, the future me was a stone-cold snake, plotting to gut Lorenzo's operation while planning to run off with her "lover" after the divorce. And this "lover"? Just some nobody from the slums I was bankrolling. I must have lost my mind. Just as I was about to cut ties with all of them and get my free, single life back... I found the love letters Lorenzo wrote me, a secret stash of things I’d used, and a phone filled with my pictures… Then he grabbed me, his eyes bloodshot, and held me so tight I could barely breathe. He growled, "Who the hell gave you permission to leave me?" "I never agreed to any divorce, my wife."

When Anna moves to a new town, she meets a stranger in her dream who claims to be her mate. Stranger things start to happen since then. She goes to a new school, not knowing she's surrounded by werewolves and has two handsome guys fighting over her. Who will she choose?

He thought he could use me…but he came begging. Quentin had been cheating on me ever since with multiple women and I knew about it all along, however, I patiently waited for the right time to strike. I served him a gift on his company gala day… a gift that ruined his life. The once tough guy, the strong and nonchalant billionaire, came begging at my feet. When the lines between love, betrayal, power and identity are crossed, the game of survival is left for the fittest. The millionaire question remains if love will be able to triumph above all. Find out more in this amazing novel packed with lots of plot twists and cliffhangers that will always keep you at the edge of your seat.

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.