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Nova is a nonbinary teen who recently moved to Brooklyn New York with their Mother and older sister. After catching her husband cheating yet again, their mother files for divorce and moves back into her childhood home in Brooklyn with her Puerto Rican parents. Nova kills off their old Identity as Shawn Jackson to live their truth in their new home and finds new friends and a steamy romantic interest in the city. Aldo Reed is a young musician who recently graduated college with a liberal arts degree, not that it has done him any good. Sure the girls back in college loved the whole angsty musician gig, but now that he's out of school working as a barista in a local coffee shop by day and playing random gigs all over Brooklyn and with luck in Manhattan barely pays the bills let alone bring in real love.He has always been fine with the hook-ups, but yearns to find his true love. maybe he's just a hopeless romantic, that's what his friends all tell him, anyway. Aldo is smitten with the beauty Nova when they come to one of his gigs, yet pursuing Nova could be a challenge due to both age difference and the ambiguity of Nova's gender. What if Nova has a penis? does that make him gay if he is attracted to them?

“Landon is here?” Mabel asked, turning to look behind her, a frown forming on her face. “Are you stalking me? Huh?” She asked drunkenly and made to climb down from the stool, but she missed her footing and fell toward Landon who instinctively caught her in his arms. Upon realizing what he had done, Landon suddenly pushed her away from his body like he had touched a bag of filth, making her fall to the ground on her butt. “Ouch!” She winced as her butt came in contact with the hard floor. Landon felt a pang of pity for her but quickly masked it. Such a shameless woman isn't worth his sympathy. She was married, yet she was drunk at a bar, flirting with a random guy. ******* What happens if your wedding was never about love but about settling an old score? Mabel never wanted an arranged marriage, but honoring her father’s dying wish left her no choice. On her wedding day, her groom, Landon Ferguson, didn’t bother to show up only sending someone in his place. Humiliated and furious, she swore never to forgive him. As the truth behind their arranged marriage comes to light, Mabel realizes too late some debts demand more than just a name on a marriage certificate. Some demand a sacrifice.

"The lock clicks into place, and I turn to run through the downpour, but the moment I do, I see it; the shadow some steps into the trees behind the parking lot. And then I see its eyes - like two lone stars. My heart throttles into my ribs. The thing must be seven feet tall, maybe more. The edges of its being blend into the darkness, but its stare is electric. Just as I focus on the features of its face, I blink, and it's turned, slinking away, leaving a gap in the trees." ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ When Mia was young, her closest friend Abby warned her of supernatural beings. The two fantasized, played, and forged a bond Mia thought would last forever, but during their sophomore year, everything changed. Abby moved schools, broke off their friendship, and abandoned Mia in the real world they so often escaped from. Years later, Mia encounters something supernatural as she's leaving work, convincing her that Abby's warnings were legitimate. Mia confronts her past friend in search of answers only to discover her jarring encounter was anything but random and is far from over. Abby brings Mia into a world just like their childhood games and cautions Mia that her heart is no longer her own. PG16 Werewolf / Alpha Romance humanXwerewolf

The story of a bastard prince turned Alpha King and his fake mate. To the world, it’s a fairytale of a prince and a maid. In reality, it’s a sham. Killian is known as the bastard prince, a murderer believed to have killed his brother for the throne. Cold and merciless, Killian firmly believes only fools love but on a whim, he announces a random maid as his mate to avoid a political marriage. Then his beliefs begin to change. Carrot is fleeing her abusive mate who, not only rejected her, but also tried to kill her and then sold her off to an old, perverted Alpha. She runs to the capital and renames herself Amethyst. Working as a palace maid, she is scrubbing the ground one day when the Alpha Prince takes one look at her and declares her his mate. A lie. In public, Killian dotes on Amethyst but in private, he ignores her existence. He crowns her as his queen and they continue their fake relationship until their lies unravel as the truth. They are true mates. Can Amethyst open her heart to a man who disregarded her from the start? They may be true mates but with a woman deadset on having Killian, a disgraced dowager queen determined to avenge her son and the awakening of Amethyst’s hybrid powers, how long can their relationship last?

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made. Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he’s not letting me go.

"Do you still hate me?" Ace smirked, as he rubbed his thumb against Gwen's bottom . At that moment, her heart wasn't the only thing that throbbed. "Well that all depends on what happens next..." * Some say that hatred is unhealthy. Some say that wasting energy hating someone will do no good for you in the end and only make you miserable. Gwen disagrees. Her entire life has been spent hating the Queen of Paria-Drae. She has ruined the lives of her people and even the people of other countries. She is a power-hungry witch that has no right sitting on the throne. A throne that she stole. And Gwen will her for it. And in order to do that Gwen joins the army, not the army of Paria-Drae but of their enemy, Estril. There, she plans to be a part of the group that defeats the Queen and be the one who retakes the throne. So she hides her identity as someone from Paria-Drae and plans to keep a low profile and only focus on her mission. That is until she meets Ace Puckett, the son of a famous army veteran, who has grown up on a military base his entire life. She immediately hates him upon meeting him, he's arrogant, picky, a show-off, and so, goddamn, sexy. Trying not to get distracted by his panty-dropping smile, she gains his attention because of her determined nature and the fact that she isn't begging for his attention. With the pride of being a citizen of Paria-Drae on the line, Gwen is desperate to take back her country and save its reputation before it's too far gone. But it gets harder to do that when there's a certain someone always looking over her shoulder.

Zoe, the sole daughter of Alpha Zade, leader of the storied Bloodmoon Pack, was destined for honor, inheriting the legacy of the most formidable werewolves. However, fate intervened dramatically. During a devastating ambush, rogues massacred her pack, leaving her severely injured and barely surviving. In one night of betrayal, the Bloodmoon Pack fell from power. With her wolf's strength compromised, Zoe was forced to vanish. She found herself in the hostile territory of the Nightfang Pack, under the control of the infamous Alpha Damon Blackwell, where she was mistaken for a weak Omega. To survive, Zoe hides her true identity. While the pack views her as a mere servant, Damon perceives something extraordinary something that could be perilous. Zoe keeps a low profile, enduring their disdain, waiting for the chance to reclaim her legacy. Yet there’s a complication Damon. Cold and powerful, he feels an inexplicable attraction to her, stirring something primal within him that he refuses to confront. As Zoe strives to reclaim her wolf and her fate, the tension escalates. Dark forces are at play, and the deception that led to her pack's downfall runs deeper than she realized. The painful truth emerges her father’s murder was engineered by someone from within their ranks, who is now targeting her. Yet, fate has a surprising twist Zoe and Damon are destined mates. The one person he cannot claim, yet could bring him to his knees. With her past pursuing her and her future unclear, Zoe faces a crucial decision: will she yield to the mate bond and risk being dominated by the very man capable of destroying her, or will she rise, reclaim her throne, and forge her destiny? One thing is certain the revelation of the truth will alter the world of werewolves forever.

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”

He Rejected Marking Ceremony, I Upgraded Mate The very first thing I decided to do after being reborn was to reject the marking ceremony with my Alpha mate Ethan. In my previous life, when Ethan tried to postpone our ceremony for the thirty-second time, I threatened him with the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess. Ethan eventually caved. To pacify my rage, he promised that nothing would interrupt us again. But that was the night his Omega mistress Ivy died. From that moment on, Ethan hated me with every fiber of his being. When I told him I was pregnant, he drowned me in the freezing North Sea. "You and that abomination in your belly deserve to die for her," he spat as he held my head under the water. I died in despair. But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the altar. Ethan looked impatient. "Selena, Ivy says her chest hurts.. We need to postpone the mark again." He expected me to beg. Instead, I unclasped the ceremonial collar and threw it in his face. "Go to her. I quit." Ethan sneered, "Stop acting. Without my scent, you’ll be back crawling on your knees in a week." He didn't know that an hour later, I was knocking on the door of his mortal enemy—Damon, the Tyrant of the North. When I posted a photo of the Winterborn Alpha’s ring on my finger with the caption "Upgrade my mate," Ethan went mad…

My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler. I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up. Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me. While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring. My heart stirred. I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us. But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet. I froze. Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant. "Diana, ever heard of knocking?" he snapped. Face pale, limbs suddenly uncoordinated, I started backing out. But the assistant's timid voice stopped me. "Diana… could you hand me my clothes?" I ignored the hostility behind her eyes, grabbed the garment, tossed it onto the bed, and left in a hurry. Once I stepped outside the company building, Callum called. "Diana, you should really stop barging into my room like that." I laughed and agreed. From that moment on, I never stepped into his world again.