Revenge Of A Ninja

I had always asked him if she was pretty, and I always wondered if it was she he was thinking about when we were intimate. "Callie, forget about her. Of course she is beautiful, she's my wife. She doesn't please me like you do," he caressed my neck into his strong hands. The warmth of his blood heated me, and I could feel his heart pounding profusely through his skin. "I'm falling in love with you," I tried to catch my breath, "I know we always promised each other this would go no further than just casual sex, but..."

In my last life, my Alpha husband despised me for giving him a “tainted” Omega Black Werewolf. So, he murdered our newborn with his own hands and then tore me apart with silver-quenched claws. As I lay dying, I cursed him to eternal damnation, and with my own eyes, I watched as his body sank into the frozen depths of Moonshine Lake alongside mine. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the bonding ceremony—the day he was supposed to choose his mate. This time, he didn’t hesitate at all. He chose my sister, a Beta Gray Werewolf whose bloodline sat just one step above an Omega’s, and the way he looked at me was nothing but bone-deep disgust. I knew then that he had been reborn, too. In my last life, my sister was just an ordinary Beta, while I was a Silvermoon Alpha, one of the highest bloodlines, second only to the legendary Golden Lycan. Back then, he chose me without hesitation. However, my sister later married a regular Alpha and somehow gave birth to a golden pup, earning the envy of the entire pack. Meanwhile, I married him and gave birth to a low-rank Omega Black Werewolf, making him the laughingstock of the Werewolf Alliance. This time, he thinks choosing my sister will give him that golden pup again, but what he doesn’t know is that a body is only a shell. Blood doesn’t lie. A bloodline tainted by Omega can never forge a true descendant of a Golden Lycan.

After attempting to defend himself against his abusive father in an expressway, they crashed into a truck, leaving his father dead and Mason, the sole survivor of the accident. Half dead and losing consciousness, Mason met Racheal on the road who assumed he crashed the car on purpose to kill his father. She decided to leave him on the lone road to die but Mason begged her on his knees to let him live and that he would do anything to serve her. Little did he know that as he made this promise, he signed an agreement to throw his pride away and the honor he had left as a man, to be subservient to Racheal and her family and to be treated with the same courtesy as a dog.

Sophia Lancaster has spent years hiding her true identity, seeking love that sees her for who she truly is, not for her family's wealth. After a devastating betrayal by her fiancé, Ethan, she impulsively accepts a marriage proposal from a powerful stranger, Alexander Reid. What begins as a vengeful arrangement quickly turns into a dangerous game of attraction, power, and secrets. As their contract nears its end, both Sophia and Alexander must decide if they would continue playing games, or will they embrace the unexpected love that’s grown between them?

Playing a game of vengeance is as hard as breaking a rock, especially when that game is equally as dangerous as something much more powerful; Love. Meet Luke, one of the few Trillionaire's in Europe. Luke Carrington, 25, carries an unimaginable amount of anger, hatred and pure resentment towards the Richardson family- the family responsible for the destruction and demise of family. He holds a deep grudge towards the Richardson family, believing they had orchestrated the murder of his parents. After narrowly escaping being murdered too, young Lucas flees to South Africa. Now an established man and one of the richest men in the world, Lucas returns to London and finds his way to the Richardson mansion to strike a deal with Judith Richardson after cunningly seizing all their wealth. Best believe that things are about to fall apart for the Richardson's, and our hero might just have some dangerous motives in mind.

Ten years ago, Rayden’s family was mercilessly slaughtered. He was left for dead, a mere shadow of a once-respected clan. In the eyes of the world, Rayden was gone. But in the darkness, he grew. Honing forbidden arts. Nurturing an unquenchable rage. Now, Rayden returns. Not as an heir, not as a hero. But as a sinner. A cultivator who has chosen a forbidden path for one reason—revenge. Beneath the veil of the modern world, cultivator clans hide their secrets, their artifacts, and their power. The Bramasta family, seemingly clean on the surface, is his first target. But the deeper Rayden infiltrates, the larger the web he uncovers, including a name that has haunted his every waking moment—Lucien Dorne. Every step Rayden takes will challenge the laws of cultivation, uncover old betrayals, and test his own moral limits. Because to destroy a monster, sometimes, you have to become a greater one.

On the first day back after the New Year break, I returned to find my workstation gone—replaced by two large trash bins sitting side by side. "Josh, even though you've been with the company for ten years, you still have to comply with company arrangements. "You were supposed to be reassigned before the holiday. We held off so you could enjoy your New Year. You should be grateful." As he spoke, my boss pointed toward a corner beside the restroom. There sat a set of low, worn desk and chair—something that looked like it had been discarded by an elementary school. I set my bag on it. The desk wobbled twice, then collapsed outright. Amid the muffled snickers around me, I didn't argue or make a scene. I simply looked at the boss, calm and steady. "You don't have to go through all this trouble to force me out. I'll resign now. I'll forfeit the compensation—just process it as quickly as possible." His eyes lit up, though his face feigned regret. "Since you've made up your mind, there's not much I can say. But the Vespere chip you've spent ten years developing belongs to the company—you have no right to take it with you. "Oh, and when you handle the paperwork, don't forget to pay for that cup of coffee in your hand. It's an employee benefit. As an outsider now, you'll have to cover the cost." I nodded and signed the termination agreement without resistance. But the moment I stepped out of the company, I activated the self-destruct program embedded deep within the chip's core.

Jane Foster's twin sister was defiled and died before her wedding. Amidst her family's crisis, Jane was called to shed her armor and marry in her sister's place, thus becoming the country's queen. The tyrant king's first love was long dead. All the concubines in the harem were merely inferior distractions. The only person he adored was the royal concubine, Lady Helena, who resembled his first love the most. Meanwhile, Jane was nothing like his first love. Everyone thought the tyrant king would get sick of her and have her dethroned sooner or later. As expected, the king and the queen were on the verge of a divorce. However, instead of the queen being on the receiving end of the divorce, it was the king. That very night, the tyrant king tugged at the hem of Jane's dress. "You can leave, but only over my dead body!" The concubines were crying their eyes out while they stopped the tyrant king and called out to Jane, "Your Majesty, please don't leave us. If you must leave, take us with you!"

Mia knows she is falling hard for Christian Wayne, the cold, calculated, and incredibly sexy billionaire who is bent on reclaiming what is righteously his from his father/her boss that he hates. Years ago, Mia made a promise to Christian's father, a promise she now regrets deeply and would inevitably put her on Christian’s opposing side. In this war between father and son, which side should she choose? The father to who she swore allegiance or the son that she feels irresistibly attracted to? Is she a fix for this irreparable father-son relationship? Or does she just become collateral damage in the two men's war?

It was like a dream come true when the CEO of Sullivan Enterprises asked my hand in marriage. I was the trophy wife, the woman of his dreams: so high on a pedestal until it all came crashing down. He didn't marry me for love, oh no: he married me for revenge. For everything that my father had done, and I was pulled into the worst hell imaginable. Days, months of torture and torment. They say there's fire in love. But could there be love in a fire?