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Daemon is a werewolf who is totally oblivious of the fact that he’s an Alpha is sent to live with his uncle in a small town where nothing ever happens (so it seemed) because of an ongoing war in his city between vampires and demons. He meets Gwendolyn a female vampire who is hunted by a demon overlord called Verktout who is the cause of the bloody war, as they fight against hunters and other supernaturals Daemon found himself falling for Gwen even more but would his love plans work the way he planned it out or would Verktout and his army of supernaturals stop them

"Scrub that floor, you lowly omega!" Madam Willow spat, throwing the rag at my face. "The Alpha's returning... don't you just stand there staring? Now get to work, you lazy mutt!" I lowered my head as tears streamed down my face. ~ In a chance encounter, I unknowingly saved the Alpha and had a one-night stand that led to pregnancy. I was threatened by Camilla, my stepmother, not to tell anyone about it. After the birth of my child, I watched as my child was forcibly taken away from me with a warning about the life of my child on the line if I ever spoke the truth. With the help of my friends, I escaped the pack, abandoning everything... including my child. But what about the future?

“I am going to kill my father-in-law to win my husband’s love.” It’s for love, Scarlett thought. Married into the most powerful bloodline of the Dark Eclipse Pack, she has never truly been a wife. She's been an ornament, silent and replaceable above all too flexible and easily tossed around. When her husband commands her to get close to his father, Dominic Vance—the untouchable Alpha and president of the Dark Brotherhood Riders—she does not question him. She convinces herself it is loyalty. Devotion. Proof that she is worthy of standing beside him as his Luna. She convinces herself that if seduction is the price of his affection, she will pay it. How far will Scarlet go? Will she win the award of the most submissive wife of the century? Watch out!!!

The Billionaire's Secretary is a contemporary romance featuring Star Griffin–secretary to the handsome billionaire CEO, Neal Ward. Star is brilliant and head over heels in love with Neal, who is more reserved with his affection. Trouble brews when Star learns she's not accepted by Neal's wealthy family. To make matters worse, she finds out that he is to marry a beautiful heiress. Heartbroken, she resigns from her job and leaves the city to start a new life. Only to return after three years. She has been transferred to her company's headquarters as the head secretary working directly with the boss. Once again, it's Neal–the man who shattered her heart in the worst way possible. But he doesn't remember her. Working together again causes sparks to fly and although Star guards her heart righteously, she ends up falling for him once more. This time, Neal doesn't hold back with expressing his affection–which is the one thing Star has always wanted. Neal has amnesia and his brilliant psychotherapist shares a striking resemblance to Star. Also, Star is a single mom to a three year old son who is the splitting image of the billionaire. History repeats itself when tabloids show Neal and his psychotherapist having an intimate moment. Star is heartbroken again and this time is far worse than the last. Her mom also falls fatally ill, leaving her vulnerable to Neal's scheming mom whose agenda is to once again break up the couple. Neal recovers his memory and battles to clear every misunderstanding in a bid to win back Star's trust. Meanwhile, the truth about his amnesia is revealed as well as the fact that he is indeed the father of her son. The lovers navigate treacherous situations and ultimately, get their happy ending.

His hand shot out, gripping her chin tighter, forcing her to meet his eyes “listen carefully and make sure this words stick in your head” “You belong to me, I own you. No matter how far you run.. i will find you and then the next time you try to escape, I will make sure you are in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you understand?” Rosa’s body shook as his words sank in, each one a cold sharp blade, she nodded unable to form words. ******* Sold to Italy's most feared mafia don to repay her father's debt, Rosa's life becomes a prison. Her only way out? Escape - even if it means running while eight months pregnant. But one wrong move leads to betrayal, a bullet, and her disappearance. Years later, Rosa reemerges as Jia - a new name, a new life, a loving husband, and twin children. She's finally free... or so she thinks. When fate brings her face to face with Silvio, the man she fled, Jia must hide the truth at all costs. But with each encounter, danger grows and so does a forbidden attraction

In the shifter city of Ancnix, strength is law, loyalty is survival, and every young warrior is taught that their soul belongs to the moon. Seventeen-year-old Elora Jardine has spent her life mastering control—of her shifting, of her temper, and of the secrets she keeps hidden behind a composed smile. Born into a respected warrior house yet trapped beneath her father’s cruelty, Elora’s only anchors are her younger brother, Micah, and her closest friend, Kailee Blackstone. But on the eve of her graduation, a violent confrontation awakens a power inside Elora that no Shifter should possess. When the city’s future king, Gregory Forstfang, moves to claim her under the guise of duty, Elora’s world collapses into fear, fractured trust, and a destiny she never asked for. Forced to flee Ancnix, Elora’s escape leads her deep into the untamed Outer Wilds, where she encounters two strangers whose paths intertwine with her own: Briar Vale, a gentle but powerful Strega guided by visions she doesn’t yet understand, and Declan Eldritch, a Farisee whose calm presence stirs ancient magic in the world around him. Each carries secrets. Each carries a purpose. And each seems mysteriously drawn to Elora’s growing, unstable power. Together, the unlikely trio must navigate haunted forests, forgotten ruins, and a rising darkness spreading across Nethara. As Elora’s abilities intensify beyond her control, the three uncover whispers of an old prophecy—a legend hinting that the fate of their world may rest in the hands of a girl who never wanted to be anything more than free.

"I, Alpha Colten of Blue Ridge Park, reject you, wretched omega, as my mate and Luna," he growled, his eyes burning with rage and regret. After losing his Luna a year ago, Alpha Colten finally agreed to choose another mate, as tradition demands. But he never expected fate to pair him with her, an omega from the lowest ranks, a sewage cleaner, who scrubs the floor with her bare hand. "I, Kieran of the Omega Chamber, accept your rejection," she replied with a grin. She never wanted the Alpha, only the peace of her simple life. But fate has more in store. "I, Alpha Rogan of Oakwood Pack, accept your rejected mate as my fated Luna." Colten’s world shatters. Jealousy ignites. He suddenly feels obsessed and desires to possess her. "No one dares touch my rejected mate!" He fired back. He didn't want her. She didn't want him. Now... he’ll do anything to keep her. But will she let herself be claimed again?

Love does not always follow the rules—it thrives in corners where no one dares to look. Kaelin Verain returns to the palace after years in exile, carrying secrets, scars, and a purpose only she understands. The kingdom teeters on the edge of political chaos, and she is the strategist tasked with restoring order. But power is not the only force she must navigate. Lord Riven, the crown’s unyielding protector, stands between her and her mission. Tall, disciplined, and impossibly magnetic, he is sworn to duty—and forbidden to desire her. Yet every glance, every brush of skin, every shared moment pulls them closer. The tension between them is like dancing on the edge of a cliff: intoxicating, dangerous, and impossible to resist. Bound by identities, oaths, and unspoken rules, Kaelin and Riven discover that desire is a silent vine, quietly entwining their hearts and igniting a fire neither can ignore. Every step they take together threatens the crown, their reputations, and the fragile line between loyalty and passion. In a palace of whispers, secret alliances, and hidden truths, some love is meant to be forbidden, and some desire is impossible to deny. Will they survive the stakes of duty while surrendering to the fire that consumes them both?

I used to think he took my breath away. I lied—I was choking on his bullshit. “I never loved you, Valentina,” he said evenly. “And if you weren’t so dense, you’d have realized that three years ago.” His words cut through me like a razor blade. Not only had I been used—I had been discarded, tossed aside like a rag doll. Three months later, I’m the hotcake nobody can resist—desired not by one billionaire, but two, both ready to set the world on fire for me.

"I spent three years being his 'used rag.' Now, I’m the one cleaning up his empire, starting with the trash." For three years, Shay Falcone lived for her husband, Massimo. She worked twelve-hour shifts behind the scenes, skipping meals and sleep to ensure his company became a billion-dollar legend. She was his ghostwriter, his secret strategist, and his most loyal soldier. She thought her reward would be the child growing inside her. But on the night of the Billionaire Launch, Massimo didn't give her a thank you. He gave her a death sentence. "You're a used rag, Shay," he sneered in front of the world's cameras. "A servant I don't need to pay. Meet my real wife, Elena." One shove from his bodyguards sent Shay spiraling into a stone fountain. As Massimo walked away to celebrate his wealth, Shay lay in a pool of blood, feeling the heartbeat of her child stop forever. Two years later, the rag is gone. The Ice Queen has arrived. When Massimo’s empire begins to crumble, he begs for a meeting with the untouchable Alessia Valois. He expects a savior; instead, he finds the wife he killed. "Shay?" Massimo gasps, reaching for her. "I... I’ve realized my mistake. Please, I still love you." Alessia doesn't even look up from her glass of vintage scotch. She steps over his hand as if he were a stain on the carpet. "I’m sorry, Mr. Falcone," she purrs, her voice cold enough to freeze his soul. "The woman who loved you died in a fountain. I’m just here to collect the debt."