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My name is Lana, and up until my sister, Bree, and I were kidnapped and taken to , my life had been pretty mundane. But then I discover that our best friend, Zoe is a Siren and that my sister is the prophesized mother of the next Messiah, and the supernatural world is no longer just something that I read about in books. Of course, things become interesting when I meet the actual king of , Lucifer, and find myself irresistibly drawn to his wicked beauty. That's normal right? I mean, he's temptation incarnate, so any woman would feel all of these raging emotions for him...right? I knew I shouldn't have kissed Lana the moment I was asked to help her and her friends escape . But she was so beautiful and vexing that I couldn't help myself. Now, I realize that a kiss is not just a kiss. At least, not when it comes to me and Lana- my fated mate? Wait, how is it possible that I have a mate? And how is it possible that she's human and an angel? What is the king of to do when he discovers that the one thing he never thought he had was real? What is Lana going to do when she discovers that she's the key to a series of events that were fated since before she was born?

I ditched a shot at studying abroad to help my boyfriend, Gavin Censori, launch his startup. Stuck it out with him through seven brutal years. Then boom—success hit, and so did the ghosting. On Valentine's Day, he hit me with the classic "work's crazy" excuse. Instead of showing up, he had some random delivery dude drop off a box of cosmetic samples. Samples. Later that night, his secretary Rebecca popped up on my feed, flexing hard. Caption: [With a boss like this, why go home early?] Pic: A box of high-end makeup. Same brand. Hers weren't samples. I dropped a comment: [You're doing great at your sidechick job. Gold star.] Gavin called instantly, losing it. "What's your problem? She's just an employee! I bust my ass making money for you, and you're always jealous!" I laughed. Didn't even yell. Just dumped him. Seven years, and I'd never touched a dime of his. Joke's on him—his precious startup? Secretly bankrolled by me. Fast-forward three years. Business summit. He rolled in wearing a tailored suit. The second he spotted me with a bag of bottles, his smirk kicked in. "Didn't like those cosmetics I gave you, huh? Now look at you—reduced to bottle collecting?"

He forgot their vows. She remembers every lie. After a brutal accident leaves Callum Thorne with no memory of his wife, Iris is forced to fight for a love that only she remembers. Trapped in the Thorne family estate, surrounded by people who want her gone, Iris is determined to win back the man she married—even if he’s no longer the man he was. But when fragments of the past start to resurface, Callum begins to suspect his accident wasn’t so accidental. The more he uncovers, the more he questions everything—especially the woman he’s drawn to but can’t trust. In a world of wealth, control, and buried secrets, love isn’t safe. And the truth might cost them both more than their marriage. Vows He Doesn’t Remember is a dark, gripping romance about memory, manipulation, and the fight to reclaim what’s real—before it's too late.

There are three stories to tell. But for now, all you have to know is it all revolves around one dead girl. Sierra McCarthy had been declared dead for nearly five years. But Archer is the last one who believes she is still alive. He never expected to see a spitting image of Sierra McCarthy again as the people of Camden Town stared down on him. And it strengthened his hope when the girl who resembled Sierra rushed away when she caught him staring at her. This leads him to believe Sierra is hiding something that drove her to fake her own death. Everson Griffin was curious about Sierra's demise, but he avoided becoming involved in her death. But one night, standing in front of his house's porch on what appears to be the most crucial question to him that turned everything he thought upside down. But, no matter what questions they ask, a dead girl can never answer for herself.

My name is Athena Argos, and I’m the future Gamma of the Blood-Moon pack. I should be training to take over my position, but instead, I’ve left my pack to find the truth about the horrific attack that killed my father two years ago. He was my hero, and I can’t stand by and allow the pack responsible to get away with his murder. Follow the story of Athena and her lycan, Enyo, as they uncover the truth about who attacked their pack. What will happen when they find out that they are chosen by the Moon Goddess to fulfil a centuries-old prophecy, and are the reason why their father is dead? Will Athena and Enyo be able to protect the ones they love and fulfil the prophecy? Trigger Warnings: Violence This story includes random and/or deliberate acts of violence towards others which may be triggering to some readers with lived experience. Please proceed with caution. Physical Abuse This story contains descriptions of physical and/or verbal abuse, including SA, which may be triggering to readers with lived experiences. Mental or Emotional Abuse This story contains descriptions of mental and/or emotional abuse which may be triggering to survivors. Kidnapping This story contains descriptions of kidnapping, which may include forceful deprivation of/disregard for personal autonomy, which may be triggering for readers with lived experiences. Death This story includes references to death, violence, and/or abuse. Please proceed with caution. Blood This story includes descriptions of horror, blood, and/or violent behaviors. Please proceed with caution.

Eight years into marriage, and Fabian's mom finally gave me and my son her stamp of approval. Invited us to spend Christmas in his hometown. My son—Luca--and I were hyped. We picked out a gift for her and hit the road with Fabian. Right as we pulled into the village, Fabian's old friend called—crying, claiming she'd crashed her car. Fabian panicked. Left me and Luca in some random snowy mountain town and sped off. It was pitch black. Snow dumping down. Then Luca screamed. He'd stepped on a trap and dropped into a pit. Blood everywhere. I called Fabian, totally panicked. He goes, "Stella, Roxana's in a wreck. I need to be with her. Stop making everything a competition." Then he hung up. Blocked me. No time to fall apart. I wiped my face, called an ambulance. Too far out. By the time they got there, Luca was already gone. Cold. Broken. Gone. I held him and screamed until my lungs gave out. Meanwhile, Roxana's posting in the social media. All smiles in Fabian's arms. His face soft. Loving. [Highway jam turned into truth or dare. One word—"accident"—and he came flying. So happy.] I exhaled. Tagged Fabian. [Let's get a divorce.] This joke of a marriage should've ended forever ago.

The dying heir to Silverbay's showbiz empire suddenly announces he'll select a bride at random from the city's prominent families, hoping the marriage can bring some luck and save his life. On the night before my own wedding, his men arrive and inform us that the Simmons family has been chosen. My parents have just three days to deliver a daughter to him. As soon as my sister, Roxanne Simmons, hears the news, she breaks down in tears and rushes to my fiance for help. When he sees her crying, Clinton Whitfield drops to his knees in front of me, under everyone's gaze. "Mr. Sterling enjoys tormenting virgins. If Roxanne marries him, who knows what he'll do to her? "But you're already past the marrying age, so he won't be interested in you. Please, help Roxy this once!" He looks away, his voice heavy with guilt as he continues, "Besides, he doesn't have much time left. When you return, I'll marry you." Tears well up in my eyes. I ask, stunned, "And what if I don't want to?" Clinton's gaze turns cold, his earlier guilt replaced by ruthless intent. "Then I'll make sure you go to him myself." I laugh bitterly as a chill runs through me. "Fine. I'll go instead."

Just when Claire thought she had it going good for her; the perfect job, perfect man and perfect life, tables turned and Nathan stan broke her heart the night they'd had sex for the first time, leaving her world crumbled with unanswered questions. Her long time close- now billionaire friend, Damon Ice, shows up out of the blue,he's always loved her but wanted to do more than that. He asks her out but she declines, not ready to give her heart out for ruin again, and to her friend.... Ice finally made her his, he devoured her sexually and mentally, they bonded nicely and for the first time in Claire's life, she felt being loved, adored and prioritized. All was perfect until Nathan Stan showed up, ready to answer the questions he left behind and to start anew with her, he was after all her first love. She had to choose........ And she chose.

After being reborn, I stop asking questions about what my husband, Giulio Panzeri, does with his childhood friend, Camilla Messina. I let Camilla summon him away from my side again and again. She calls him in tears, saying, "I'm scared, Giulio… I heard gunshots outside the estate, and Nico is crying in fear. Can you come over to keep us company?" Even as Giulio hesitates, I thoughtfully hand him his jacket and tell him, "Quick. Go to them. They must be terrified." Giulio pauses in his tracks and looks at me with a complicated gaze. The old me would've teared up, bursting with emotions as I questioned him who was more important to him, us or them. But now that I've been reborn, I warmly and gently go along with everything he does. Once my daughter, Romina Panzeri, receives her kidney transplant, I'll take her with me and leave him for good.

My mom had a sudden heart attack, and the medical bills were piling up faster than I could breathe. I was desperate, so I turned to my rich boyfriend, hoping he could help, or at least offer some kind of solution. But instead of the support I expected, he unleashed a tirade that hit harder than anything I'd ever heard. "So this is why you're with me? Just for my money? You're no different from those other women throwing themselves at me. You're all the same—pathetic and shameless!" Before I could even react, he shoved me out the door. Later, when he finally understood the full story, he handed me a bank card, no questions asked. "Candice," he said quietly, his tone almost remorseful. "The password is your birthday." I didn't say a word. I just let the card drop onto the floor and walked away without looking back.