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My sister had struggled with severe depression for years, and the only thing that seemed to ease her pain was her dog, Toto, who had become her constant companion. But when her illness flared up again, Toto was nowhere to be found. Then, my husband, Lionel Cress's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of Toto on social media. [With her, it feels like you're here with me.] I lost it. I called Lionel in a frenzy, but despite being my sister's psychologist, he was completely indifferent. "Your sister has been sick for so long. How could she suddenly relapse just because Toto's gone for a few days?" When I rushed back home, I found my sister in the bathroom, her wrists cut. Later, Toto's body was discovered outside our building, with Lionel's gift to his childhood sweetheart—a ring—lying next to her. I buried both my sister and Toto, and left behind nothing but a divorce agreement. Lionel went crazy, desperately trying to find me.

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

Kim has spent most of her life on the edges—quiet, guarded, invisible. At nineteen, she’s only just beginning to learn what it means to be seen, to want, to belong. Erik was never meant to be more than a safe place, a steady presence in a world that once hurt her too deeply. He’s older, scarred by a past he doesn’t talk about, and painfully aware that loving her might mean holding her back. What begins as comfort turns into something dangerous: a love built in stolen mornings, unsaid fears, and promises neither of them knows how to keep. When Luca enters the picture—warm, easy, and part of the life Kim has never lived—everything Erik fears starts to feel inevitable. A single party. One careless moment. One kiss seen by the wrong eyes. Now Kim is torn between the man she comes home to and the future she’s only just daring to imagine, while Erik must decide whether love means fighting for her… or letting her go.

Elsa, an Omega in the Runway Pack decides to run away because of the ill-treatment she received from her stepmom and stepsister and almost loses her life but is saved by a mysterious man. This man happens to be Alpha Davon, the Alpha of Stronghold Pack and the strongest Alpha in the realm. She finally manages to escape to his Pack, only to find out that he wasn't who she thought he was. He marries Alina; her stepsister and treats Elsa like a thrash, saying he can't be bonded to a mere Omega. Yet, they both can't deny the bond that they share. With his twin, Murray coming into the picture and befriending Elsa, it becomes more difficult for Alpha Davon to hide his jealousy. In a sudden turn of events, they both find out a long-forgotten secret that changes both their lives. Will their love triumph or would Elsa decide she's better off without him? With the Stronghold Pack under threat from Alpha Davon's own twin, on whose side would Elsa be? What would happen when she discovers that she's not really an Omega?

Daisy is a normal girl in the modern world. When she lost consciousness due to a traffic accident, she dreamed that she went to Mighty Era. Mighty Era is a rich kingdom in the period when feudalism was flourishing. However, underneath the outward prosperity is the struggle between the royal forces to compete for the throne. The king has no heirs, and poor health. He tries to keep the throne among the Royals with remedies and a kind of Royal bloodline. All of the Aristocrats are only thinking for themselves, opening a picture of the royal ceremony, but the inner bond has completely rotted. Daisy got off to a bad start. Daisy is a normal girl, without any talent to use in Mighty Era. She even can not speak Mighty Era's languages. Her appearance is not appreciated in Mighty Era even though in the modern world she is considered a beautiful girl. Daisy even nearly lost her life for being suspected of being a spy. She must study hard and live cautiously. Daisy is forced to marry Charlie Aristocrat for saving her life. If Daisy can back home or just be a chessman in Mighty Era? The answers are in this story.

Forced into marriage as a substitute for her twin sister, Valeria Hale finds herself bound to a man feared by all—Mr. Devil. Rumors of his cruelty and ruthless nature paint a terrifying picture, and she braces herself for the worst. But her mystery husband never shows himself. Instead, she is drawn to his devastatingly handsome assistant, Zane Michaels—a man who embodies everything she has ever desired. She knows she shouldn’t want him. She knows she shouldn’t crave his touch. Yet, she does. Torn between forbidden attraction and the looming wrath of the husband she has never seen, Valeria fights to suppress her feelings. But her world shatters when she discovers the truth—Zane and Mr. Devil are the same man. She had fallen for the devil himself without even knowing it. Now, faced with his deception and the secrets surrounding their marriage and her birth, Valeria must decide—was she merely a pawn in his grander scheme, or was their love the most dangerous game of all?

"Don't touch me" she whispered her breathing labored. "You want to challenge me but here you are trembling and aroused, the reason you came all forgotten. You. Want. Me". He draws out each of the words darkly. She almost shivered but stopped herself in time. " I will never want you" she retorted with conviction as she held his gaze. He chuckled darkly, leaning towards her. "Too late for that April. You're mine" ***** April doesn't believe in love and no man has ever been able to break the walls that she had built over the years until Enrique Alvaro handsome business tycoon comes into the picture and he makes her feel sparks like the fourth of July. He also has his dark past and is possessive. Will Enrique be able to break down her walls or end up hurting her than she already is. Will they find a happy ending despite so much opposition, some in form of an obsessive stalker...and the other, a revenge seeking psychopath.

At the family meeting, my mafia Don husband spared his secretary one glance. I turned and walked away, canceled our wedding anniversary celebration, and decided I was done with him. I signed my name on the divorce papers I had prepared long ago. When Matteo Santoro saw the agreement, he called me at once, his voice tight with restrained anger. "What are you trying to pull this time? Is this really because I looked at Elena?" "Yes," I said. "Because you looked at her."

On the night of the palace dinner, Arianthe feels the unmistakable pull of the mate bond toward her sister’s fiancé. Wolfless and ridiculed her whole life by her sisters, who despise her, things only worsen as her sister refuses to give up the betrothal. Then a second mate appears, forcing Arianthe into a dangerous love triangle amid a brutal war between vampires and werewolves. In a realm where hybrids are hunted and loyalty is a deadly game, who will Arianthe choose, duty, or the mate who sets her soul on fire?