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In my second year running the company, my high school class monitor suddenly started tagging me nonstop in the group chat. [Alice, Vivian was only joking with you back then. Why won't you come to her party? Are you trying to make her feel guilty?] I didn't understand what was going on. Only after reading the messages did I realize that our class beauty, Vivian Spencer, had recently found her biological parents—and today, she had thrown a party to announce it to the world. Me: [I'm busy.] I had no intention of attending a party hosted by someone who used to bully me. But my answer didn't shut them up. Instead, it stirred up even more absurd speculation. [Don't tell me you're doing some kind of labor job and can't take leave?] [We're all former classmates. If you show up, I'll give you sixty dollars. That should cover two days of your salary.] Vivian chimed in as well. [Alice, it was just a joke back then. And I'd already dropped out by then. Why can't you let it go?] I stared at her message for a long moment before typing: [Only trash would call bullying a joke.] The group exploded instantly. [Vivian's no trash! She's a wealthy heiress. She's not even in the same league as you. Poor people really love to nitpick.] Vivian, ever the hypocrite, tried to smooth things over. [No matter what, today marks a new beginning for me. I hope you'll come to witness it. [We're classmates, after all. I don't hold it against you for forcing me to drop out. If you're short on money, I can even ask my dad to arrange a job for you.] Then she sent a screenshot of her chat with her father. When I saw her father's profile picture, I froze. Wasn't that the same profile picture as my freeloading dad? But I look seventy percent like my mom—it's impossible for me to be a fake daughter. And Vivian was two months younger than me. I let out a laugh. "Alright, I'll definitely attend your recognition party."

In a city where secrets breathe beneath cobblestone streets, 17-year-old Elara Moon finds a sealed letter with her name written in blood. The next morning, her parents vanish without a trace. Hunted by a faceless cult, stalked by shadows that whisper her name, Elara is thrust into a hidden world of ancient pacts and forbidden magic. Every answer she uncovers leads to more danger—and the terrifying truth that she is the final key to awakening a god long buried beneath the earth. But to survive, Elara must choose: unlock the power written in her blood... or burn with the rest of the world.

Allistair Zane Fretzellis was haunted by the same dream every night. A vision drenched in blood, fire and carnage. A phantom whose touch burns and his face he longs to see but cannot. Samael Lucian DelFierro-King of Wolves, Alpha of Alphas. A ruler cloaked in ruthlessness, feared across the realms. He was a monster. A king. A man broken and whole all at once. When hatred collides with fate, what would they do, when destiny bound them as fated mates? A dark tale of blood and fire. Of desire that burns, possesses, and whispers- "I will let the world burn for you."

After Blair saved the injured and amnesic Mable, she pestered him with a thick face and repaid him with her body.However, throughout their two years of marriage, Blair always turned his nose up at her.“You don’t deserve to like me!”So, Mable came to her senses and decided to start life anew by returning to her original self.After the divorce, Blair found that his ex-wife, whom he cast aside like old shoes, had transformed into an impressive big shot.Wealthy families revered her as their queen, while mysterious hidden families respected her as their lady.Ace mercenaries worshipped her as their mistress, while medical leaders regarded her as a legend.Even the world’s richest man would confess to her in fancy ways on live stream every day…“Mr…. Mr. Fowler, Madam—”“Wants to see me?”“No, the prince of Fargen, the richest man in Tolfiend, and major-general of Sorolen are all on their way to propose to Madam!”Blair slammed the desk and stood up. He dialed the phone and said, “Mabes, let’s remarry…”“Remarry? You’re not worthy!”

Lara Smith is a 30-year-old woman who has been living a dull and lonely life. She doesn't have a family of her own, she doesn't have her own savings, and she is working hard like a dog, just to make ends meet. She wished to be like Amanda Montserrat, a beautiful, rich and a powerful woman who owns Etoile Cosmetics company. The world is her oyster, and she lives a perfect live. She's a trillionaire, she's a genius woman running a cosmetic empire on her own and she is engaged to be married to Emmett Albreicht, who is an extremely famous hotel magnate. While on a company field trip, Lara was involved in a tragic accident, and she was in a comatose state for a year. As she wakes up from her slumber, she realized in horror that she is she's been trapped into a different body! She is now living the life of Amanda Montserrat and she doesn't have any choice but to live a different life while thinking on how to get back to her original body!

On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before. Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise. This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it. Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms. At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it. In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess. The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery." I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies. If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.

"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?

Northvale Academy worships its hockey captains like gods. Kael Donovan, flawless and feared. Jace Morgan, reckless and dangerous. And Kain, the rogue who was never meant to set foot on campus. All three have one thing in common—her. Lila Carter only wanted a normal life, but their eyes burn like fire, their touch brands her skin, and their rivalry sharpens into something deadly. Three alphas. One forbidden bond. And when the full moon rises, their war for her will spill more than blood.

Let's make a deal, I'll give little Damien the night of his life, if you help me". _________ Selina gaze is betrayed by her family and her fiancè and left penniless. She has two options, leave with nothing and never return or take her sister's place and marry the Brooklyn devil. Left with no choice she agrees to take her sister's place and marry Damien Torres. If her family wanted to throw her into the inferno that was Damien Torres they would all burn together

The goodness in everybody varies by how they were taught as they grow up. Taking an example, Iris was another girl who just hopes for a better and happy life with her family but fate became a determining factor to wash all her happiness in just one night, a night before her birthday and that’s where her revenge started. A revenge where she became hungry for power and changed to be a villainess to punish the people who destroyed her family and who destroyed her. She’s the most gorgeous woman in the whole empire that every guy could ever ask for marriage but too bad with her past she became different, she changed herself and name as she was adopted in the Killford Duchy. Psyche Killford, the name that will shatter everyone’s happiness when messed with and a brutal seeker for revenge. As the name implies, Psyche in the empire meant soul seeker and the deeper meaning was criminal killer, implying that she should be the judge of the villains a Queen Villainess for the criminals. “Let’s just say you’ll dream a happy one after you closed your eyes” - Psyche AN ORIGINAL STORY