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During the year that changed my life, my high school homeroom teacher called me to the corridor and asked if I was the heroine of the dirty scandal that shook the whole school. “I know you’re here on a scholarship because of your family’s underprivileged background, but you can’t just do anything for money!” As everyone threw me strange looks, she continued smugly, “Don’t deny it. The mole on the girl’s neck is just like yours!” I calmly wiped off the ink stain on my skin, revealing my unblemished neck. My teacher turned red in the face. Unfortunately for her, I had been reborn. This time, I was not going to fall into the same traps.

My husband, Zachary Larson, and I are holding a welcome dinner for my sister, Julia Scott. When someone asks what Julia's greatest regret is, she raises her glass and looks at Zachary dreamily. "It's probably the time I wasn't brave enough to keep his child." Everyone starts to whisper amongst themselves. I tighten my grip on the pregnancy check-up report I'm about to reveal to them. My stomach twists with the emotions swirling in my head. Julia suddenly returns to her senses and chuckles. "I was just kidding. We were only friends with benefits, so don't take it to heart, Queenie. He married you, so you're the one he loves."

Gunnar Hámundarson is brutal, ruthless, and cunning. His pack, is no different. They have little compassion for others and have zero tolerance for the weak. Gunnar and his warriors have made a reputation for themselves all over the world. A strong and heartless reputation. As the leaders in Mercenary work, they are not to be taken lightly. But when their Luna is finally discovered, that reputation is threatened. Will Gunnar side with his pack or with the mate that nature intended for him to have? Vanessa Hanes has never had a family of her own and her time is up for being adopted. Her 18th birthday has finally arrived, marking the end of her stay in the group home. But Vanessa has a plan. Her and her bestfriend, have high hopes for the future. Can they make it on their own, will they even get the chance?

Have you ever felt a pain that consumed your entire being? A pain that latched onto your heart and felt as if it shattered it into a million pieces? A pain that you try to shove down deep, but in the end, you weep until your eyes run dry and there should be nothing left inside of you? And yet, you somehow come out unscathed. You're still alive to see another day, to sleep, to eat and to live. And then comes a boy. One that shatters my soul, and makes me feel again. Trapped in the walls of Windamere Academy, I know there's something wrong with this place, and yet here I am. One thing is for sure, everyone seems to bond over how much they all hate me.

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We were on a field trip to the Holy State of Aram, when the prom queen, Susie Lambert, complained about the hot weather and called for a bikini party. My boyfriend Ken insisted on bringing the whole class along just to satisfy her whim, even though I warned him, "That's against the law, and visitors who are found guilty will be remanded, if not killed…" He slapped me across the face and snapped, "Don't try to scare us! You're just jealous that Susie's got a nice bod, and you don't want to see us being happy together!" Everyone else in the class roared in approval too. "Exactly! You already took Ken away from Susie, and you'd now come up with such bullshit!" I was furious and frustrated, but for their sake, I spoke to Mrs. Dent, the class teacher. She scolded everyone when she realized what they were doing and called off the bikini party. However, Susie got so upset that she ran off alone and flaunted her bikini at the beach anyway, and she was caught before being executed as a spy by zealots. Ken blamed it all on me. In the middle of the night, he sneaked into my home and set fire to it with gasoline, killing my entire family. Afterward, the entire class testified on his behalf to create an alibi. But I opened my eyes again and found myself returning to that day when Susie goaded everyone to join her bikini party. This time, I simply smiled. "Go ahead, enjoy yourselves all you want!"

In my past life, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Kimberly Thatcher, claimed to be Lady Luck. She insisted on handing out sachets to keep our team safe for a hike. I, Priscilla Jensen, caught the scent and realized the sachets were stuffed with herbs that would attract wolves. So, I stepped in to stop her, saving everyone from an attack. But Kimberly thought I was looking down on her sachets, and that I was targeting her on purpose. Though she was the leader, she stormed off from the group in anger. We searched the forest under the raging storm. In the end, someone broke a leg, someone else was strangled by poisonous vines, and my shoulder was torn open. By dawn, we found Kimberly's corpse at the bottom of a valley. … On the seventh day after her death, her memorial service became an ambush. While everyone mourned for her, their eyes were fixed on me. My boyfriend, Fabian Lowell, was the first to lash out. He ripped off his bandage, revealing his wound. "If you hadn't stopped Kimberly from giving us those sachets, none of this would have happened! How dare you show up to her memorial service?" he yelled. Everyone turned to glare daggers at me. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's all your fault! You're the reason we ended up like this! Go to hell!" In the next second, they hurled a pot of boiling stew at me. Then they set the private room ablaze and burned me alive. … When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day of the hike.

"You're ours Little blue" Drew said as he thrust into me, forcing his brother's cock deeper into my throat. And I could agree more. They were mine as much as I was theirs... ~~~ Miles had ever felt anything like this. Not ever. This was humiliation on a cosmic scale, a total, gut-wrenching, earth-swallowing failure. One second, he was Miles Donovan, the golden boy of the class of ’26 who had a full merit scholarship, a perfect GPA, and a promising internship lined up for the summer. Everyone knew his name on that pristine, hallowed campus. He was the future. The next second, he was… this, standing outside a ridiculously cramped campus dorm at some random state university where his life would change. For the better or worse?

A burglar breaks into our home, taking my mother-in-law and me captive. He stabs my mother-in-law's eyes, blinding her. Then, he slices her tongue and strips her, even putting on a live stream to air the whole thing. He claims that he'll auction my mother-in-law's organs if we can't pay the ransom of ten million dollars. The live stream infuriates the Internet, and everyone starts searching for my husband, the city's wealthiest man. No one knows he's on a luxury cruise ship, holding an engagement ceremony with his childhood friend. He snarls, "What a dumb excuse to trick me out of my money! I'll burn the money for them when they're dead!"

Everyone knows the rules of fake dating: No catching feelings. And definitely no falling for the guy who once wrote your perfect twin sister love letters he never sent. I’m Olivia Carter: the unloved twin, the spare, the one who got dumped so my ex could marry my sister, the one currently fake-dating Rowan Parker, captain of the Ice Hawks, just to make Caleb choke on his own wedding cake. Rowan needs a girlfriend to scare off puck bunnies until playoffs. I need revenge that tastes like his mouth. We’re professionals. This is business. Except he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the room, and I’m starting to forget the word “pretend.”