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Cleo Carrington used to be Northvale's brightest spark—wild, fearless, impossible to pin down. And then she married Damian Joubert. The most controlled, rigid heir in their world. Damian ran like a machine. Perfect standards. Zero slack. And he expected the same from his wife. Cleo loved noise—clubs, music, bodies moving. He had every venue in the city blacklist her. She loved freedom—the blazing Afriyan sun, the northern lights in Icelorn. She raced cars. She jumped out of planes. He took her passport. Shut it all down.

At the end of the altar stands the groom, the man I’m meant to marry beside the groom stood my mate.

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

Roger traveled across Terra, but not completely. The soul is inexplicably locked in a long-broken idol outside the civilized world of Terra. If you want to condense the body and obtain yourself, you must constantly obtain the power of prayer. But the statue is in no man’s land! Not even a person, let alone the power to pray. Roger had no choice but to disperse his consciousness into many items, scattered around the world, and acquired by many Terran girls. In order to condense the physical body, in order to stick to the girls. Roger inexplicably became their 'cheat codes'... Jessica: "Mr. Roger, will you always be by my side?" "Ah, yes, yes." Sora: "Mr. Roger, can you be my agent forever?" "Ok, Ok..." Roger didn't know how many times he had made this promise. Until the girls met...

After witnessing the cold death of her parents in the hands of a dangerous Mafia boss, Elizabeth vows to take revenge. With an assistance from a friend, she finally meets the Mafia Boss but is entangled in a secret sexual relationship with him. Adam Mich, the infamous Mafia boss finds himself insanely attracted to Elizabeth who he initially selected as a wife to his brother and finds it hard to let go. Despite their pact, they fall deeply in love with each other whilst denying their feelings. Will Elizabeth's plan for revenge be fruitful or futile? What will happen when the truth of her parents death, her revenge plan and Adam's feelings come to the surface?

"Sign the contract. Produce an heir. And never question what happens in the dark." Cora Belmont was not supposed to be here. Her sister was the one meant to marry Roman Falcone — East Coast crime boss, untouchable, allegedly monstrous. Her family didn't give Cora a choice. They gave her a sedative. She woke up in silk sheets, with a contract on the pillow and a pen placed precisely against her lips. Sign it, or your family loses more than you. So Cora signs. She signs away her body, her autonomy, and any illusion she had about what marriage means in a world of men who treat women like ledger entries. What she doesn't sign away is her mind. And her mind begins keeping records. Because her husband is impossible. Some nights he is Roman Falcone — cold, brutal, exacting, who takes what he wants and leaves without a word. Other nights, someone comes to her bedroom who touches her like she is the only precious thing in a world of violence. Who whispers her name like a prayer. Who smells of sandalwood instead of gunsmoke. Cora tells herself she's losing her mind. She sets a camera. She watches the footage. And then a thunderstorm lights up the sky outside her window — and she sees both of them. Roman in the doorway, gun in hand, reeking of fresh blood. And Rocco Falcone — The Shadow, the ghost who was never supposed to exist — still in her bed. They are twins. They are equally dangerous. They are both completely obsessed with her. And when Cora tries to run, she discovers that one Falcone is impossible to escape. Two Falcones simply don't accept the concept of escape at all. The wrong vow was just the beginning.

"You can never marry the heir,” She was the servant who loved him in secret, while he was the prince who once marked her under a blood moon and then looked her in the eye years later and lied like she was nothing. Then one night he screamed “mate” and collapsed at her feet, and everything they buried came roaring back. Now her quiet heart has awakened with revenge. Wolves drop to their knees when she passes, the crown that should’ve always been hers is burning in her blood, and he’s on his knees in the snow, begging for the girl he destroyed. An enemy Alpha is already riding to claim her in chains. He’ll crawl through hell to get her back, she’ll have to decide if love is worth the ashes, and somewhere between the begging and the burning, a rejected mate becomes the most dangerous queen alive.

Raven has lived in the human world all her life as Nora—until strange changes began to appear after losing the one person she loves forcing her to question everything: who she is, her purpose, and whether she’s even human as she’s always been told. Then came the invitation—offering answers, a new name, and a destiny she never imagined. Damian has been trained his whole life to become the next Alpha. Leadership should be his—not some lost girl’s. A woman can’t, shouldn’t lead. Yet now he’s forced to train her, to guide the very person who threatens to take everything he’s worked for. But the more time he spends with her, the more uncertain he becomes—about his duty, his pride, and the truth of what leadership truly is.

“The girl found in the woods is dead,” Alpha Joel declared. “From this moment on, you are Isabelle Quinn." ~~~♧♧♧~~~ Yvette Swan grew up believing she was the cherished daughter of a powerful wolf pack.  Until the true heiress returned.  Overnight, love turned to rejection… then cruelty. Her home became a cage, and she became nothing more than a disposable mistake.  Only one person stood by her. Her brother, Nathan.  Until she woke up beside his corpse.  Framed for his murder, tortured by her own pack, and betrayed by the man she was meant to marry, Yvette is left broken… and abandoned to die.  With her final breath, she makes a vow. If she ever gets another chance… she will destroy them all.  Fate answers cruelly.  ~~~ Rescued by the Alpha of the powerful Crimson Moon Pack, Yvette awakens to a dangerous opportunity.  Their daughter, Isabelle Quinn, has disappeared.  And Yvette looks exactly like her.  Given a new identity, she steps into Isabelle’s life. A life bound to power, deception… and a fragile alliance with the most feared Lycan bloodline.  Because waiting for her is Cassian Knight.  A Lycan king shaped by war. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.  A man who feels nothing…  Until her.  He knows she is hiding something. He can sense it. But instead of exposing her… He keeps her.  Watching and testing.  Because if she is a lie, he wants to see how far it goes. And if she is not…  She might be the only thing capable of controlling the monster inside him.  Now trapped in a dangerous bond of secrets and obsession, Yvette must outplay a predator who sees through every weakness…  While hiding the truth that could get her killed. And in a world ruled by wolves and Lycans…  They may destroy each other first.

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.