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A year ago, Cecilia had met her mate at the funeral of her father and three brothers. He was Vahn Bollen, the Alpha of the Thorn Pack. A year later, Vahn returned from the battlefield, announcing he would marry another woman. "You can continue as Luna, but I'll be marrying Freeda. Once you're pregnant with my cub, I won't touch you again," he said. "I would never accept such a shameless request," Cecilia replied.

My mother threatens to jump off a building in front of me three times. The first time is when I fill out my college application. She stands on the rooftop and forces me to choose a local college. I give in, and with a 1550 SAT score, I end up attending a second-tier local college. The second time is after I graduate and go to Brayton for work. She stands on top of my company building and forces me to quit. I return to my hometown and take a gas station job she finds for me, earning 7.50 dollars per hour. The third time, she stands on a rooftop again and forces me to marry a man I have only met once but whom she is very satisfied with. I obey and marry him, only to suffer domestic violence and miscarry. In the end, I can no longer take it and jump off a building myself. When I open my eyes again, my mother is gritting her teeth as she climbs onto the rooftop. "If you dare apply to a Privy League college out of town, I will jump from here!" I give her one glance before turning around and walking away. "Go ahead. Don't waste my time."

“Take off your clothes, omega. I’m not kissing you. I just want to taste what’s mine.” Lena just wanted to survive the semester. But after a forbidden rooftop encounter with Kael, the ruthless Alpha heir, she’s marked, hunted, and craved. Elias wants her heart. Kael wants her submission. And Lena? She’s about to burn down Silverfang Academy before she lets either of them tame her.

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.

When Naya Kim lost her best friend in suicide, she starts to lose her interest, in school, in fun, in friends, and in love too. It leaves a permanent scar on her and distant her from happiness she deserves. She makes herself alone and isolated from everyone. Only going to the rooftop of the campus to watch sunset becomes her therapy and comfort. She thought this is her treasure that she will never share with anyone, until one night, Adam Yung, a new student suddenly appears on her spot.

For three consecutive years, Nate Jackel had a wedding dress customized each year and gifted it to the woman he loved most. When reporters asked me how I felt, I looked at the trending headlines filled with this so-called "true love" hype and sneered. “What’s there to praise about an affair between a cheating husband and his mistress?” That night, Nate rented out a rooftop restaurant and had ten thousand drones launched into the sky to celebrate Grace Lawson’s birthday. In his way, he was telling the entire world that he loved her. That was fine by me. As long as I stayed married, Grace would forever be a mistress.

After being dumped for being “too ambitious,” Nicole decides to forget responsibility for one night. At a rooftop bar, she meets Raphael a quiet, mysterious man who seems to understand her in ways no one else ever has. One conversation turns into one unforgettable night. No names. No promises. No expectations. Nicole thinks it’s just a fleeting mistake… until fate brings Raphael back into her life in the most unexpected way. Now she must face a dangerous truth: the man she shared a reckless night with might be the very man who holds the power to change her career and her heart.

When my body was being dismembered, my fiance was helping my cousin choose her wedding dress. When he received my distress call, he said with disgust, "I hope you never come back! You can die with the bastard in your womb! Don't ever call me again. The mentioning of your name makes me sick!" After that, he found a body part of me in a water tank on the rooftop of a hotel. He thought it was a prank, so he actually ordered white lilies and candles to be delivered to my doorstep. Only when he found my head buried in the grass under his feet on the day of our wedding did he realize that it wasn't a prank.

Little did Linxara know, her life was about to take a drastic turn. A chance encounter with a mysterious and powerful stranger would shatter the fragile world she'd built, leaving her captive to his desires... *** Paxton Carson stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing out over the glittering cityscape. His eyes seemed to bore into the darkness, as if searching for something - or someone. The wind whipped through his hair, but his expression remained unyielding. In that moment, Paxton's thoughts were consumed by a singular obsession: finding the woman who had stolen from him. He would stop at nothing to claim what was his, and make her pay for her betrayal. Little did he know, his quest for revenge would ignite a passion that would destroy them both.

I was seven moons pregnant when I dozed off after the Moon Blessing ceremony. I woke to a flat belly. My pup was gone. My mate smiled gently, saying I’d never been carrying. The Seers said I was there for a routine cleansing. Even my mother pleaded with me, blaming my desperation for a child for causing vivid hallucinations. But the kicks had been real. I’d seen the tiny, curled form in the scrying basin myself. Everyone united behind the same lie, until the moment I fell from a rooftop and died. I opened my eyes, back at the day of the Blessing. This time, I will not sleep. I will document everything: pictures, recordings, witnesses. I will find out who stole my pup.