Post Apocalyptic Setting

Lilian falsely accused the protagonist Angel of setting up a werewolf attack on her. Angel’s husband Bastien and son Finn fully distrusted her—so much so that they even harmed Angel’s sister Dana to protect Lilian. The damage left Dana suffering from silver poisoning, robbed of her ability to shift. Abandoned by her family and the man she loved, Angel bore deep scars, both emotional and physical. She made up her mind to divorce Bastien and take Lilian to court, but every step forward was blocked by obstacles. Then Bastien saw her kiss another man. Regret hit him like a punch to the gut. He pinned her against the wall, cutting off her words with a searing kiss. “You’re mine,” he growled, low and possessive. “Only mine—my mate.”

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT "One billion will be all yours. All you have to do is to set fire to a billionaire's lust.” After getting ditched by her lousy ex who took all their savings together, Tysha Clifford accepts a friend's job offer – one that promises a cool billion dollars for setting fire to a billionaire's lust. The plot twist? The said billionaire is none other than Rue Colterzon, her ex's drop-dead gorgeous uncle who's dealing with his asexuality problem. Tysha thinks it's a jackpot – revenge on her ex and cash to clear her debts. Unexpectedly, love ignites beneath a signed contract with Rue. Little do they know, playing with lust sparks a wildfire, threatening to consume them both. Will they survive the blaze or get scorched in the process?

Seventeen-year-old Trixie has always believed she’s just a normal teen, adopted into a loving middle-class family and never curious about her biological roots. That all changes just weeks before her eighteenth birthday when a night out using a fake ID brings her to a nightclub—and directly into the path of Trevor, Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Unknowingly, Trixie has stepped into the heart of a werewolf territory, setting off a chain of events that will change her life forever. As the events following that night unfolds, she begins to discover that she is far more special than she ever imagined. Destined to join the pack, Trixie is fated to shift for the very first time on her 18th birthday. But she has no idea what’s coming—or how much her world is about to be turned upside down.

When Isabella Carter thought her life had hit rock bottom, she found herself in the hands of Leonard Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire who doesn’t believe in coincidences. She was just a poor girl struggling to survive, but he saw more than that. He saw a challenge… and a desire he wasn’t willing to deny. By saving her on a rainy night, he wasn’t doing her a favor, he was setting the stage for a dangerous game. A game with no escape and no refusals. “I don’t help people for free, Isabella…” His words were both a promise and a threat. Now, she is trapped in his dark world, a world of wealth, lust, and deadly obsession. Will she be just another pawn in his hands, or will she manage to break free before he consumes her completely?

We have been dating for ten years, but Vincent Carter has never been romantic toward me. However, before our wedding, he has someone deliver a delicate bracelet and an elegant dress to me. I take photos of them happily, only to find a card tucked inside the dress that's not addressed to me. Just as I'm about to contact Vincent, I see a post from Emily Foster, his childhood sweetheart, on her social media. "Someone stole something that belongs to me!" That's also how I find out Vincent has also bought her an apartment. The address stated on the card is for the unit downstairs. The gift is meant for unit 701, but it's delivered to me by mistake. I pick up the items and go downstairs, just in time to see Vincent gently comforting her in his arms. The moment he sees me, his face darkens with irritation. "Can you stop overreacting? You're always suspicious for no reason. Emily and I grew up together. If we were going to be together, you wouldn't even be in the picture!" If it were before, I would've been furious and demanded an explanation. But now, I simply let out a chuckle and toss the gifts onto him. "I wish you both the best, then."

After I landed a five-million-dollar contract and saved the company from financial collapse, my CEO wife wrapped me in an excited embrace and said she wanted to have a baby with me. She took out her phone and showed me a virtual baby on an app she had just signed up for. "Look, honey," she said. "Isn't it adorable? You can even change how it looks. Do you like it? Once things settle down at the company, we can have a real one." That night, I came across a post by her male secretary on social media. It was a photo of a positive pregnancy test, with my wife's figure visible in the background. I did not comment. I just liked the post. When my wife noticed, she panicked and called me immediately. "Honey, it's not what you think. Please listen to me! I wanted to surprise you. The baby is yours! "Can you clear things up on social media for everyone? I promise I'll give you a child of your own soon." She insisted the baby was mine, yet she seemed to have forgotten that we had not shared a bed in six months. "End the pregnancy," I said. "We're finished."

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

Indulge in a thrilling tale of deception, redemption, and unexpected passion in "Letters to a Dangerous Billionaire." Leilani, a young woman shackled by neglect and despair, takes a daring leap towards freedom by pouring her frustrations into a final farewell. Little did she know that her letter would reach the hands of a mysterious stranger—an anonymous figure who would ignite a fire in her soul. With each exchange, their connection deepens, and against all odds, they decide to meet. But the shocking truth that awaits Leilani shatters her heart into shards of betrayal. Unveiling the dangerous billionaire criminal behind the letters, she realizes her life will never be the same again. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions as one woman's destiny intertwines with a ruthless delinquent billionaire, setting off a chain of events that will leave you breathless and begging for more.

I post a wedding photo with my fiance, Miles Kingston, on my Instagram story. But I forgot to hide it from his first love, Chloe Bennett. The very next day, Miles gets his revenge. He puts our wedding night up for auction online. After the wedding ceremony, I find Miles in a private room at the restaurant, holding my phone. Then, I hear him haggling with his buddies. "One million for one night. Not a cent less." "Miles, even if Aria's still a virgin, that price is way too much!" "Too much? She's my wife! I haven't even touched her yet! Push the bid up!" Everyone in the room bursts out laughing. "Seriously? You're ditching your wife on your wedding night? What if she totally flips out?" Miles scoffs. "She showed off our wedding to Chloe and made her upset. It already kills me that I couldn't marry the woman I actually love. Besides..." He holds up a blister pack of white pills and sneers. "With this, she'll be too out of it to even know who's touching her." My phone slips from my hand and hits the floor as tears slide down my cheeks.

My secretary replaced me on my wedding day, walking down the aisle in a white wedding gown. The man I had loved for ten years threw the bridesmaid dress in my face and ordered me to wear it instead. "She is the bride now. You'll be next," he said coldly. My grandmother was so furious that she fell ill on the spot. Meanwhile, he and the secretary smiled brightly as they completed the wedding ceremony. After the grand wedding, the secretary posted photos of herself in her wedding gown on social media. The comments were overwhelmingly congratulatory. [Today is such a beautiful day, I finally got what I wanted. I hope those who try to ruin someone else's relationship will wake up soon.] She wrote. Chester Morrison replied to her post: [It is a great day. Don't ruin your good mood by some trash.] When I returned home, holding my grandmother's photo, who had passed away, I found them tangled together on the bedspread my grandmother had lovingly sewn for me, the one with a pair of Swan that symbolizes eternal love.