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Have you ever felt a pain that consumed your entire being? A pain that latched onto your heart and felt as if it shattered it into a million pieces? A pain that you try to shove down deep, but in the end, you weep until your eyes run dry and there should be nothing left inside of you? And yet, you somehow come out unscathed. You're still alive to see another day, to sleep, to eat and to live. And then comes a boy. One that shatters my soul, and makes me feel again. Trapped in the walls of Windamere Academy, I know there's something wrong with this place, and yet here I am. One thing is for sure, everyone seems to bond over how much they all hate me.

  I spent my whole life trapped in a world of violence, abuse and death--chained to my father’s brutal empire. But when my brother was ripped away from me, I did the one thing I should’ve done a long time ago.   I ran.   I thought I had escaped the nightmare, and finally got to live a normal life. But it all came crashing down the day I was taken by the merciless Mafia king-- Vincenzo Vittore. My father took something precious from him, and now, Vincenzo wants nothing more than to destroy me as vengeance.   Held captive in his mansion, I’m a pawn in his twisted game of revenge. Escape feels impossible, and the worst part? I find myself drawn to the man I should hate with every fiber of my being. He ignites something forbidden in me, something I’m terrified to name.   As secrets from both our pasts surface, I realize there’s no running from this life--Because it’s deeply rooted in my blood.   And the only way out is through death.

Running away was the hardest thing Maria Rostova has ever had to do. But it was the only way she could escape the fate that had consumed her family. The only way she could be free from the darkness. But when she runs straight into the arms of Mikhail Ivanov, a formidable Bravta Kingpin, things take a dangerous turn. Mikhail Ivanov is known as the Devil of the Night. Cerulean-blue eyed, ripped, sleek and stealthy, he was the physical embodiment of danger and the most ruthless Bravta King Russia has ever had. Everything Maria was warned to stay away from. When he propositions Maria, offering to give her a chance to live out her wildest dreams, she accepts. But just like the devil who gives out with his left hand and takes back his right, Mikhail lets her in on his true identity as the little boy whose parents her father had wiped out many years ago, and reveals his elaborate plan for revenge. First, she'll be his guest. Then a prisoner. And finally...his bride.

I'm the so-called 'Lady of Glory'—yeah, that girl from the Archbishop's prophecy. They said I'd bring endless glory to whatever Family I married into. But at our engagement party, my fiancé—Marco Falcone—swaggered onstage holding hands with his pregnant stripper girlfriend. Then he grabbed my wrist, dragged me forward, and made me kiss her hand. "Lola's the only woman I'll ever call my wife," he said with a smug little grin. "If you still want this marriage, your De Luca money better support her and the baby." I slapped him. Ripped the contract in half. Let it snow confetti. "Please. I can marry someone a hundred times better." Right when I was about to torch the entire Falcone Family, someone stepped out of the shadows. Marco's older brother, Dante Falcone. The one who'd been injured, underestimated, and pushed aside. He locked eyes with me, totally unfazed. "Signorina De Luca, do your words still stand?"

The Lombardos' long-lost son turned out to be some "scam-busting" influencer. He stormed into the company with my fiancée, cut me off mid–quarterly report, pointed straight at me, and went live. "Drop a comment if you're watching. Blow this up. I'm exposing a fake heir who stole someone else's life!" His crew dragged me offstage, ripped my suit, and shoved me into a neon vest stamped with "FAKE." "A fake's always fake. Never real. I'm ripping off your mask. If you're smart, get on your knees, hand over the CEO seat, and get lost!" I glanced at his parents—faces drained—and gave him one warning. "You don't get to call me a fraud. For their sake, apologize now, and I'll let it go." The room buzzed. Everyone thought I'd snapped, waiting for the "fake heir" to crash and burn. They had no clue. I wasn't the fake. I was the one the whole family answered to.

I was with a fishmonger for seven years. Every night, he pinned me beneath him, reckless and wild. Until one day, he took off his bloodstained apron and came clean–he was getting engaged to Sophia, the Bilotti heiress. Only then did I learn that he was the Don of the Colleo family. “Hahaha! You fooled around with Ms. Mancini for seven years, only to take another delicate young lady’s hand in marriage. Surely, she’s going to come at you.” “Don Colleo, you should keep things sweet with her.” His men’s laughter echoed in my ears. “What’s the rush? I’ve broken her well enough these past seven years. If you don’t mind, you can have her for a couple of days. Evelyn… flexible.” On the day of Vincent’s engagement party, I handed the evidence of his crimes to the police. As the sirens ripped open the city night, someone called out my name. I smiled and leaped from the eighteenth floor.

They shared a pack, a womb born of the same parents. Their bond was so strong they even shared a bed. They were totally inseparable. They kept this bond as they grew up. Even when their parents tried, they could not agree on the use separate beds they were in love with the routine and system of being together all the time. Parents eventually succeeded on separate beds but not the bedroom.Collen and Carla were identical twins and were into similar things. The situation drastically changed when a tragic accident occurred and took Carla’s life, there after Collen was never the same. He was lost and the pain he felt consumed him. He was drenched in pain and sorrow. Months passed and Collen still could not get over his sisters’ death. In his mind he had long concluded he could not live without his sister and the only way for the pain to end was to join Carla in the after-life.Collen decided to take his own life by jumping over a cliff and while he was busy executing his plan a witch suddenly appeared from nowhere and offered to help him take away his pain and sorrow. On agreement with the witch she took away his ability to feel. This became the dawn of Lucifer the heartless, painless and stress free.

Framed and abandoned by her pack, Eden had gone through so much pain and suffering. The pain of losing her only family is fleeting but the betrayal is even worse. The betrayal is sealed into her heart and resides in the opened wound that never let her forget the times she was tortured and reaped off her dignity by the one she loved. The face of her betrayal burned through her mind. The face she would never forgive or forget.

The daughter of an Alpha falls to the lowest ranks of Omegas after a tragic accident. “Useless. Pathetic. Omega.” Zoey Thorne. Once destined for power, now stripped to nothing. The ruthless Werewolf King fights battles no one sees. “…he ripped a man’s throat out for looking at him wrong.” “He’s not just an Alpha… he’s a warlord.” Alpha Kieran Danes. The man who conquered kingdoms, broke bloodlines, and made Alphas kneel. But the moment those ocean-blue eyes lock onto those dangerous, glowing-red ones, the world shifts off its axis. “Him…” she breathes. “He’s the one.” Words that stitch their fates together forever. “That’s her.” A bond unexpected… but undeniable. Yet fate is not on their side. The powers that be will try to tear them apart. Lies will surface. Betrayal will strike. Long-buried secrets will finally claw their way into the light. And as a war for the throne ignites around them, one question rises above the ashes: Will their love survive the storm— or burn as a casualty of the war?

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.