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Meghan's life changed. Since that dream came in her sleep, a mysterious dream that keeps her thinking about it. What does this dream mean? Then, strange things began to appear. She wondered, what was going on? Why after knowing that strange dream, her parents became more and more protective of her?But the guard ended. One night she saw for herself, both of her parents were tragically killed. She saw that a big wolf was tearing their bodies. Blood splattered all over the place. She ran away in fear. She ran as fast as she could. Until she felt tired and then she passed out. When she opened her eyes, to her surprise, there were a lot of wild animals there. The same animal that killed her parents. She felt scared and tried to think clearly. What must she do to survive their wild grip?This is a story about Meghan's journey. She's trying to find a clue to the reason for the day's murder. She was determined to get her revenge, until she finds the reason for all that happened. However, that was not an easy thing to do. The beast is there, watching her with a sharp and deadly gaze.

Isla Walker thought her summer would be dull, not dangerous. A scholarship student at an elite High school, Isla’s only goal was survival. Juggling part-time jobs to escape her drunk father and leech of a stepmother, she never expected her already fractured life to spiral into a nightmare. Sold like property to settle her family's crushing debts, Isla finds herself handed over to a man feared across cities — Grayson Voss, the cold and calculating mafia lord of the Voss Syndicate. But Grayson isn’t a stranger. He’s the man who saved her once. And the man who now owns her. What Isla doesn't know is that Grayson has been watching her. Ever since that night at the club, her face has haunted him — softening his steel walls and stirring something he's spent years burying. But affection has no place in his world. To him, Isla is nothing more than collateral — a debt repayment. A useful pawn. One he can't afford to care about. Except he does. And when someone lays a hand on what he owns... all hell breaks loose.

Grandpa Arthur Bennett was taken to court after being accused of using violence and coercion to commit rape. Yet I lounged at home, idly scrolling on my phone while watching a livestream. In my previous life, determined to uncover the truth, I had volunteered to serve as the plaintiff’s lawyer and investigated the case in depth. I had even contacted my brother, Ethan Bennett, praised as a genius lawyer, and urged him to defend Grandpa. But he believed the story I told was absurd—a lie meant to stop him, my best friend, and my mom from going on their trip to Moonlake together—and he blocked all my contact information. In the end, Grandpa was sentenced to life in prison and suffered a fatal heart attack in the courtroom. My family believed I had deliberately helped the plaintiff and disregarded my own kin. They blamed Grandpa’s conviction and death on me. When my Mom returned and saw Grandpa’s body, she collapsed in grief. Overcome with emotion, she got into her car and drove it straight into me, killing me. When I awoke with a start, I realized I had returned to three hours before Grandpa was taken to court.

Sky Foster has survived plenty of things: family drama, high heels on marble floors, and growing up in a Mafia dynasty. But nothing could prepare her for someone babysitting her. Or rather, that's what it feels like when her family assigns her a bodyguard. Charlie Vale is tall, infuriatingly calm, and works for her family with the kind of deadly efficiency that makes people squirm. Especially her. He's there every day at school, in the hallways, outside her classroom, always watching, always quiet, always ruining her chances at even pretending to be a normal teenager. Charlie doesn't believe in distractions, and Sky just wants to have fun. Guarding the boss's niece should be simple: keep her safe, keep his distance, and keep his job. But Sky has a bad habit of finding trouble, and Charlie has a worse habit of following her straight into it. When a threat from the Foster family's past resurfaces, Sky becomes the target. Forced into close quarters, sparks fly and rules break as Sky begins to see the man behind the stoic guard. And Charlie? He discovers that babysitting the Mafia princess might just be the most dangerous job of his life.

He left her in ruins. Now he’s back… and he’s not alone. Five years ago, Nova Quinn vanished in the middle of the night, carrying a secret that could destroy everything. She buried her past, changed her name, and built a quiet life far from the chaos she once knew. But when Cruz Maddox, the tattooed, possessive mafia biker who shattered her heart, walks into her diner with blood on his hands and danger at his back, Nova’s carefully guarded world begins to unravel. He says someone is hunting her. He swears he’s the only one who can protect her. And he’s not leaving without answers. But the closer Cruz gets to the truth—the secret Nova’s been hiding since the night she ran—the more explosive their chemistry becomes. Old wounds bleed into new betrayals, trust is tested, and desire burns hotter than ever. Because Nova isn’t the only one with something to lose… and Cruz isn’t the only one watching her. She ran to protect her secret. But some sins won’t stay buried. Especially when they have Cruz Maddox’s eyes.

I, Lucas Roar, reject you, Avery Williams, as my mate.” The second I was rejected by my mate, Lucas William, nephew of the Alpha, I lost all hope, the bond caused my wolf to be unconscious. Nobody wanted me as a mate, or even a chosen mate, Except the man who had seen me naked. I just found out. He is the Alpha of the Pack, worse he is Lucas’s uncle. “You like that, don’t you?” He breathes into my ear. “You’re sweet, light, and good.” He leaned closer, his fingers tips over my jawline. “But you want the darkness, you crave it and I’m going to give it to you.” His eyes fell on my lips, and I swallowed hard in anticipation of his next words. “Now, strip and get on your knees.” *** He is the handsome, sexy, and heartless devil. There’s more to the cold and calculating Alpha Vald Hector that meets the eye, a tragic past, hidden vulnerability, and a connection that feels impossible to ignore. She is the purest, innocent, and beautiful Avery Williams. The one who had become his obsession, he’s there. Waiting, and watching her every move.

Hanan think things that she shouldn't. She dream things that she shouldn't. She want things that she shouldn't and its all because of one thing. Because she do care about him, she do crave him, she yearn for his love, her eyes are so tempted by his smile,her lips whispering secrets of a forbidden love, A love she know that she can never have it which is the one that last the longest,hurt the deepest and feel strongest, She couldn't shake off this forbidden feeling that she had unconverted, a love she know she can never have so she decided to keep her desire deep inside her. Watching and loving him from afar and only then Hanan know that there is nothing worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it. It was such an afflictive desires yet she never know that her desire will be fulfill but as the saying goes for every deepest desire to be fulfill it must come with a great sacrifice. And for hanan she have to sacrifice her happiness, she have to go through a lot of pains to make her desires come to life.

I caught my fiancé, Nico Falcone, in bed with my own cousin, Bianca Rossi. Right before our wedding. When I confronted him, he just called the whole thing off and ran me out of New York. I didn’t see him again for five years. Then came the charity gala for the New York Families. There he was. Nico. He pulled me aside, saying he felt bad for the state I was in. He offered to make me his mistress. I told him to go to hell. He got ugly. The whole room was laughing. Whispering how an outcast like me had no business showing my face in New York. I clenched my fists, the sound of their mockery ringing in my ears. Just then, the entire ballroom went dead silent. Every head bowed in respect. Don Lucas, the most feared man in New York, was walking slowly toward us. He stopped right in front of me. With the whole room watching, he dropped to one knee. He took my hand—the one Nico had squeezed red—and kissed it. His voice was dangerously low. “Who hurt my future wife?”

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

On the day of my wedding, I stood on the stage, while my fiance, Jake Stevens, passionately kissed his assistant, Chloe Xanders, in front of everyone. He held her in his arms and said earnestly, “Chloe, don’t worry. Even though you’re not my bride, you’ll always have a place in my heart.” Chloe, who was overwhelmed with emotion, threw herself into his arms and wept as she said to me, “Lily, Jake and I are deeply in love, but fate just didn’t work out for us in this life. Please take good care of him.” Gossip instantly spread around us. Just as I was feeling helpless, my fiance humiliated me further and called me nothing more than a doormat. Watching the two of them clinging to each other, I could not take it anymore. I canceled the wedding on the spot and left for abroad the same night to join my best friend. The next time I met Jack, I had already moved on with someone new. When he saw me interlocking my fingers with my new love and kissing him passionately, his eyes instantly filled with burning jealousy.