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My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.

As I'm unable to get a ticket for my return trip after the Thanksgiving holiday, I specifically booked a first-class seat home. Just as I find my seat, I see an unruly child jumping around on it. I patiently smile and say, "Kid, this is my seat. Where is your seat?" He makes a face at me. "It's mine now, old hag!" I grab him by the collar of his shirt, wanting to lift him out of the seat. At that moment, a woman's piercing voice sounds behind me. "What are you doing? Let go of my son!" I release my grip and say as gently as possible, "Please control your child. This is my seat." Suddenly, she raises her voice. "He's just a child! Can't you, as an adult, give way to him? You're young and dressed decently. How can you have no compassion at all?" I'm so angered by this distorted reasoning that I laugh. "If you're so compassionate, why didn't you spend the money to buy your child a first-class seat?"

The Demon King’s Bride The entire kingdom fears him. With white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a heart sealed by cruelty, King Edrion is known as the Demon King—a ruler who accepts betrothed brides… only to turn them into concubines and discard them without mercy. When a young noble lady is promised to the king, her fate seems sealed. But she refuses to give up her freedom—or the man she secretly loves: a guard from her own household. Desperate, they devise an unthinkable plan—to have a poor girl, identical to the noble, take her place as the royal bride. The girl agrees to assume a life that is not hers, believing she will become nothing more than another forgotten concubine in the shadow of the throne. What no one expected… is that the king would choose her. Now destined to become queen to the most feared man in the kingdom, trapped in a lie that could cost her life, she must survive the court, a forbidden desire, and a king who was never meant to look at her the way he does. Because the Demon King does not love. But when he chooses… he neither forgives nor lets go.

The day the Porter family went bankrupt, my elder sister, who had been engaged to Calvin Porter, claimed she was in love with someone else and cut ties with him without a second thought. I was the one who stepped forward to take her place, becoming the laughingstock of our social circle. I smoothed away all the hardness in him, tried to shape myself into the woman he liked, and swallowed countless moments of bitterness, hoping only to warm his distant heart. Until our wedding day. A car accident happened, and Calvin's first instinct was to shield my sister with his whole body. "Rebecca, don't be scared. Where are you hurt? We'll get you to the hospital right away!" He carried her into the ambulance without so much as glancing back at me. I looked down at the iron rod piercing my chest and felt warm blood gush out. It was only then I understood. He was not indifferent by nature, he was simply indifferent to me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Calvin came to our house carrying the engagement gift.

I wouldn't survive this fall. My life flashed before my eyes and desperation pooled my soul. Moon goddess, please. One desperate wish. One frantic prayer. 'Please. I don't want to die.’ Then I landed. I landed. And my eyes fluttered open as a gasp ripped out of my throat. I landed… on a bed? What the hell? The piercing beeps and whirs of equipment assaulted my ears, followed by the strong smell of antiseptic. Where was I?! This wasn't Valtaria. *** A shove down the stairs was the birth of a new life, an old soul, and a new body. Maya’s rebirth is her weapon, if a mere Omega can cheat death, then surely she can do a lot more. Like bringing her foes to their knees and making Valtaria plead her mercy. She can shame the man who once deemed her worthless but now finds her irresistibly desirable Slowly, Maya starts to realize her new life isn't all it pans out to be and her demons no longer lurk in the shadows. They manifest right before her eyes in ways she never thought possible.

"Are you afraid?" He said as he walk towards me. I could feel the tension, nervousness and the trembling all through out my body. My hands are literally shaking and my heartbeats is all I could hear. I flinch when he suddenly put his hand against my cheeks. He's warm. The feeling that I have never felt before. I look at his beautiful gray eyes that is intensely looking at me as if piercing my very soul, "Why would I?" I said and clasp my arms around him. I felt his arms closing the thin gap between us, a smile sneaked into my mouth as I close my eyes, "I would never be afraid of you. I will never leave your side, I promise" I said. Austin is a runaway. Living alone all by herself gave her an ultimate obssession; mythological beings. Never did she imagine that on the fifth year of being by herself, something out of this world would welcome her on her 20th birthday; a history professor with thousands of secrets that are yet to be discover.

Ten years of vengeance. One unbreakable bond. And the alpha who just chained the woman he swore to kill. Aira Vale became the Shadow Raider to make Kael Draven pay, raiding his borders, stealing his power, bleeding him for the night he slaughtered her family in front of her. She never expected to be dragged back in silver chains and thrown at his feet. Their eyes meet. The mate bond snaps into place fierce, feral, undeniable. The pack reels. Kael rejects her publicly, voice like ice, but the bond stops his blade. He locks her in a silver cell instead, vowing to break the rogue who’s haunted him for a decade. She tells herself it’s hate. Survival But the bond doesn’t lie. Proximity turns rage into fire. Secrets unravel. And the line between enemy and mate blurs until it shatters. In a world of blood moons and betrayals, one wrong move could destroy them both or forge something unbreakable. A dark, steamy enemies-to-lovers shifter romance where vengeance meets fate, and surrender is the deadliest weapon of all.

When I was seven months pregnant, my husband, Brandon Adkins, got into a car accident. I held my belly and rushed over as fast as I could, but by the time I got there, his body was already mangled beyond recognition. The shock hit so hard that I started bleeding right there. At my lowest point, it was the eldest son of the Elledges who got me to the hospital and handled Brandon's funeral. Three years later, Brandon showed up out of nowhere, holding his first love. He pulled me into a tight embrace, voice soft as he explained, "I'm sorry. Alanna was terminally ill. Her last wish was to travel the world. I was afraid you wouldn't agree, so I faked my death. "Now that her wish has been fulfilled, we can go back to the way things were." I looked into his affectionate eyes, then shoved him away in disgust. "Too bad for you. In the three years you were gone, I got engaged to someone else."

He left me bleeding on an operating table while he wined and dined my replacement. Three months later, Julian Voss has everything: the heiress with "proven fertility," our penthouse, his perfect life. I have nothing. Until I meet Damien Hale the billionaire rival Julian destroyed eight years ago. The enemy who's been waiting for the perfect weapon. Me. One proposition: Pretend to be his wife. He'll give me everything I need to burn Julian's empire to ashes. But revenge gets complicated when Damien's possessive touch makes Julian's jaw clench with jealousy. When our fake marriage starts feeling dangerously real. When the man who was supposed to be my tool becomes the one thing I can't control. Julian's begging now, destroying his perfect life trying to win me back. He doesn't know I'm not his anymore. I'm the weapon they both created. And when the ashes settle, only one man will have me.

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.