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An invitation changed Pillow’s life. An orphaned woman relies only in the protection of the old red beard man who adopted her. When she entered the school of the gods everything changed. It shaped Pillow’s personality. What if the virtuous women become a threat to the hundred of realms? What if her stay inside the Academy would make her discover her mother’s bitter fate? What would she do if the only person who gave her protection died inside the school? What if the emerging love affair between her and Cyptus turned into revenge?

My boss was my online boyfriend. But he didn't know that. He kept asking to meet in person. Gee. If we met, I might become a wall decoration the next day. Hence, I made a quick decision to break up with him. He got upset, and the whole company ended up working overtime. Hmm, how should I put this? For the sake of my mental and physical health, maybe getting back together with him wouldn't be such a bad idea.

I stand before the judges at the jewelry design competition and admit to plagiarism. Then, I announce my withdrawal from the contest, along with my resignation as Design Director of Fairchild Group. My fiance, Caleb Fairchild, shoots daggers at me. "If you walk away from this competition, our engagement is off!" My father follows up by slapping me across the face. "First, you plagiarize your own sister, and now you're breaking off your engagement with the Fairchilds? Are you trying to ruin our family?" "Oh, I'm not just calling off my engagement. I'm also cutting off my ties with you," I respond apathetically. I make this decision because I have been given a second life. In my previous life, my stepsister and I competed in this contest. First place earns the title of the nation's top jewelry designer and 50 million dollars from Fairchild Group. However, round after round, her designs are exactly the same as mine, and she submits them before I do. The judging panel gives me a pass because of Caleb and lets me advance to the finals, but not without a warning to never plagiarize again. I refuse to believe it. I switch to a brand-new computer, lock myself in my room, and pour everything into a new design. Yet, when the final designs appear on the big screen, history repeats itself. In the end, my sister takes first place and walks away with everything that should have been mine. The reputation I painstakingly built is ruined, and my name is dragged through the mud online. My parents are ashamed of me. They knock me out and sell me off to the countryside to marry an old man. Ultimately, I die after endless abuse. When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the semifinals. Everyone is pointing at me as they stare at the two identical designs.

Hi there. Have you ever heard of the San Francisco Boys? No? That’s surprising. They’re kind of hard to miss — masks, billions of followers on YouTube, death-defying stunts that make your heart stop mid-beat. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive to watch. Yeah … those guys. BUT … these stories ain’t really about them. Not exactly. They’re about the girls who get pulled into their chaos … and survive. About what happens when one of those boys stops being a legend… and becomes your worst mistake. How do I know? Because I’m one of those girls. Melaena Angélica Blackburn. A girl who fell for a San Francisco boy. Damion Grimm. All-time playboy. Professional pain in my ass. Double world champion. Thrill chaser with a death wish and a god complex. He lives by the rules — HIS rules. Ride hard. Screw fast. Feel nothing. That’s how he keeps his demons on a leash. He doesn’t do blondes. He doesn’t do promises. And he sure as hell doesn’t do me — his best friend’s little sister. He shattered me first. And I’ve hated him ever since … or maybe I just needed a reason to. Because hate starts to feel a lot like something else when it burns hot enough. But … the Blackburn name is cursed. My psycho grandfather? Yeah. Even death didn’t shut him up. Old enemies crawl back. Secrets crack open. Monsters rise. And I've learned real fast that evil doesn’t always look like a monster. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Control slips. Lines blur. Fate? She’s a cruel bitch. But I’m not the girl who breaks. I’m the one who burns. And I’m going to break every damn rule to get what I want.

I’m Lily Stephens. Twenty‑six years old. Four years of my life devoted to Sunflower Company—only to have my promotion erased as if my work never existed. Then he returned. William Thomas—cold, calculated, untouchable. To everyone else, he’s power in its sharpest form. But to me, he’s the shadow that won’t leave my past… and now he’s everywhere in my present. He barely looks at me. In every decision, every meeting, he listens to her, never me. And yet somehow, every move he makes feels like it’s aimed straight at me. I can’t walk away. I can’t explain why. So I stay—and the longer I stay, the more I see that this isn’t just about work. It’s personal. It’s dangerous. And whatever William Thomas is after… it’s something only I can give.

“This is what you wanted, right?” His voice was dark, teasing. “Parading around my house in these bikinis?” “I think you like it,” He continued, his breath hot against my ear. “Knowing I’m watching. Knowing exactly what you do to me.” * * * * * Riane has had a crush on her stepfather for as long as she could remember. But even with her mother gone, Cyril won’t look her way. She can’t tell if it’s her lack of appeal or his need to maintain his image as a Hollywood A-lister, but she knows that every night when she dreams or when she touches herself, it’s Cyril that’s in her head, and that’s who she wants in her bed. It’s always a game for her. To break down the walls that Cyril had around him. Raine has broken every rule that Daddy made. All that’s left is to break him… Only that, she didn’t know that she was always his.

One night. No names. Just heat and hunger. Elara never thought that a wild night with a rich, sexy stranger would leave her with a baby… and a broken heart. She ran. Hide her child. Hiding her secret. Years later, she’s forced back into the world she escaped only to meet a new Alpha. He’s dangerous, charming, and nothing like the man from her past. “I don’t care who touched you first. I’ll be the last.” Now, the father of her child wants her back. But her heart is falling for someone else. Will she choose the man who gave her a child… or who gave her everything?

Asha's first impression of him was nothing to write home about.she was heartbroken from her past relationship and was trying to put herself together but the billionaire CEO wasn't willing to help her, his plan was to exploit her tech skills, and make her his play thing. Different women threw themselves at him because he's wealthy and handsome,but all he did was fuck and dump them,that was the plan he had for asha ,but she proved stubborn and tough that made him more interested in her,they both don't know the danger that's ahead of them

William Smith has always lived in shadows — the shadow of his abusive father, the shadow of a country where being gay can cost you fifteen years of your life, and the shadow of secrets he compulsively writes in his journal. At home, danger lurks everywhere; a series of unexplained, targeted attacks on his family forces dark truths to the open. At Aton College, he’s juggling too much: Jasmine, the girlfriend who deserves the truth; Timothy, the best friend whose touch is both temptation and betrayal; and Alexander, the fearless new student who refuses to hide who he is. His double life begins to unravel. Every choice pulls him closer to exposure — and in a world where love is dangerous, one mistake could destroy him.

He was my ex’s older brother. Now he’s my professor. And I just fell into his lap — literally. After a brutal breakup, Eli just wants to survive his final year of law school in peace. What he doesn’t expect is Carter Vale — cold, powerful, and off-limits. Oh, and now standing at the front of his classroom. Carter doesn’t care about rules. Especially when Eli starts testing his control. One slip. One taste. And suddenly, his office… has new rules.