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I've spent the day trying on bridal gowns with my fiance, Philip Dillon. Just as I'm about to pay for the wedding gown that I really want, another woman suddenly snatches it out of my hands. "Sorry, but I had my sights set on this gown first!" I frown instantly at her words. That's when one of my friends suddenly pats me on the shoulder before murmuring to me, "Hang on. Let your fiance deal with this situation. He already placed an order on this wedding gown when it was first released, so he must be specifically waiting for you to come here and pick it out." I turn to look at Philip instinctively. As expected, I see him approaching the woman… only to help her stuff the gown's hem, which is sticking out, back into the gown's bag. "Since someone else has already set her sights on the gown, then I suppose we don't have any other choice." Philip then pinches me on the cheek, the smile on his face tender yet casual. "My Elyse is the most gracious woman I've ever known. It's not like this is the one and only gown for you, right?" I just stare at the woman's smug look, feeling very dazed. Instead of responding to Philip, I just shoot a small smile at my friend, who looked pretty awkward on my behalf. "It's fine. I don't want the wedding gown anymore." It's true that the gown isn't the one and only gown for me. Similarly, it's not like Philip is the one and only man for me in life as well.

During Black Friday, the intelligent system I develop helps the company run highly targeted ads and brings in 30 million dollars in revenue. But when I apply for the project bonus, the director rejects it. "The system is just an auxiliary tool. The performance belongs to the sales department." I hold back my frustration and pull up the system logs. "88% of the orders come from the system's targeted pushes. According to company policy, I should receive a 0.5% commission." The director glances at me, twirling his pen. "If the sales commission doesn't go to the sales department, should it go to you? And your lousy system exceeds the API limit and racks up extra fees. You still owe us a hundred thousand dollars. We'll deduct that from your salary." Three days before Christmas sales are set to begin, the system completely shuts down because of API restrictions. Late at night, the director calls me. I stare at my computer screen. "Since the system is just an auxiliary tool, why don't you start with manual targeting?"

Raven Academy claws three primal laws into every shifter's soul: 1. Never deceive an Alpha. 2. Never hunger for an Alpha. 3. Never let Jason Voss inhale your desperate scent. I demolished them all in a fevered rush. One forged assignment, hidden in shadows. His silver gaze pierced through, summoning me to his den. "Exile yourself," he snarled, voice like velvet-wrapped steel, his alpha presence coiling around me, thick with dominance. I collapsed to my knees, pulse thundering, body betraying me with heat. "I'll do anything," I whispered, voice raw, eyes locked on his sculpted form—the godlike alpha every wolf in the academy craved, their fantasies paling against his brutal reality. He didn't smile. He claimed. Now, nights devour me in his sealed lair. His forbidden pupil, spread open for lessons in sin. He unravels me with calloused hands mapping my skin, tongue tracing veins, cock demanding surrender. First lesson: my shattered moans as he pins me to the desk, thrusting mercilessly, his knot swelling to lock us in ecstasy's vise, flooding me until I drip with his essence. Second: the burn of his fangs sinking into my neck mid-fuck, his hips grinding deeper, growling "Mine" like a curse that brands my wolf's core. Third: orgasms ripping through me untouched, his fist twisting my hair, breath hot as he hisses, "My thieving slut, begging for every inch." He etches ownership in flesh: Purple blooms from his grip. Claiming scars pulsing with heat. His release slick between my thighs during sunlit classes, a secret torment that has me aching for more. The pack still worships untouchable Jason Voss from afar, drooling over his lethal beauty. Blind to his mate. Me. Broken. Addicted. Praying this dark bliss never ends. Salvation? I'd claw it apart for one more bite.

"From now on, whenever you call me ‘Daddy’ in public, only you and I will know the true meaning behind it," said Gabriel Bloodfang. Every time I call him Daddy, only the two of us understand the truth hidden behind that word. To the world, I’m just a human girl saved by Alpha Bloodfang. To the Pack, I’m nothing more than a lucky adopted daughter. But to me, Daddy is everything, he’s my first love and my forbidden desire. One look from him makes my blood tremble. One touch from him ignites a fire that no law could ever extinguish.

After discovering her boyfriend's betrayal in the most humiliating way possible, despite being terribly hurt inside, the naive and insecure Missy Sutton has no thoughts of revenge. At least not until one person convinced her otherwise: Logan Knight, former millionaire model, brother of her brother-in-law, and who until recently seemed to have a strange dislike for her. Surprisingly, he proposes to Missy that the two start a fake relationship, not only to make her ex-boyfriend and his mistress jealous, but also so that she can finally discover what it's like to be wanted and pleasured. His proposal doesn't make much sense to Missy, but, lured by the chance to give herself to the one man who makes her body burn, she ends up accepting. But revenge, perhaps, is not Logan's only goal. Or the only secret he keeps.

"I swear I will kill you, Darkaldie Halcremide!" She swore, hatred in every word she uttered. "And I will find every attempt pleasurable, Astra." * Astra, picture perfect, a young priestess so perfect that her position as next head priestess was certain. Certain until he crashed into her life, Darkaldie Halcremide. He is her downfall. Her ruin. Crushing her pack and usurping the throne in a single day, Astra's life and future comes to an end and she seeks nothing more than death but Darkaldie craves not her death, but instead, his dark, filthy soul craves her pure, untainted soul. He is determined to get the perfect priestess to break and to crave but if there be anything Astra now craves, it is the death of Darkaldie Halcremide. She would go to any length for her sole craving, his death. And yet, what Darkaldie wants, Darkaldie gets. A struggle, a tussle. Cravings clash, lust stir, secrets lurk. Astra is TAKEN but Darkaldie's life, she vows to take. TAKEN - A Rogue King x Priestess Romance.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Amy Leah!" were his words to her when their love began blooming. He was just one of their hacienda workers, skinny and tan-burned. But she loved him...unconditionally! ... "One day, you will swallow all the insults you threw at me today. One day, you will regret everything you did to me. One day, you will also kneel before me, Amy Leah!" was his wrath when he found out about her betrayal. "Oh! I've regretted the day that I told you about my fake feelings. Coz you're so fun to play with!" engulfed with sarcasm, her taunting remarks wreaked havoc in his life. ... "You think I'm done with you, Señorita Amy Leah? What happened to your brain? Don't you know, my REVENGE has just begun. Kneel and pick those up!" was his lordly command now that he was in a suit and living in luxury. "Desmond, I'm sorry!" were the only words she could mutter after everything that she had done. ... What made her betray her first love?

For years the town had been led by the Valladolid family, the farmers had always been mistreated, there had never been support for their families, they just worked to make Mrs. Valeria Valladolid reacher until Erika married her son. She promised big changes and Mrs. Valeria promised to get her out of the way. That's exactly what happens when Erika's accused of the accident that took the lives of many farmers. Due to her mental state, she's sent to the mental hospital of the town where she meets Marcos Montiel, who shares the same fate as her. Together, they unite forces to get out of there and find their revenge. What will happen when she learns her baby wasn't born dead, but has been raised with the idea that her mother killed all those people 7 years ago?

Evelyn Thomas was orphaned at the age of five when assassins invaded her home and murdered her parents in cold blood. Having been told by her uncle that it was Steven Black who was responsible for their deaths, Evelyn grew up consumed by hatred for the Black family. Trained as an assassin under her uncle’s guidance, she vowed to take revenge on the man who destroyed her life—through his most prized possession: his son, Xander Black. But unbeknownst to her, love has a way of altering even the best-laid plans. As Evelyn begins to fall for Xander, she starts to question everything—her mission, her beliefs, and her heart. Secrets unfold, betrayal sets in, and two hearts become dangerously intertwined.

Alexander, an immensely attractive and powerful man, decides to take revenge on the man responsible for the death of his father, but also on the woman he thinks hurt his younger sister, who by fate is the daughter of the former, he thinks that from such a man, could only come out a bad seed, not knowing that in reality she was an angel, an angel in captivity who suffers at the hands of the one who calls himself her father. In his quest for revenge Alexander will begin to develop feelings for the innocent Isabella and she for him, giving birth to a beautiful love, that although the two love each other madly, they can not avoid hiding secrets, which will risk one of the two to a tragic end. An attraction that could prove fatal, in which if you make a mistake you will regret it forever. Who will be at risk of death? Will they be able to leave the past behind to be happy? Will Isabella be able to give Alexander another chance after learning that he only approached her for revenge?