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Professor Zira Voss has spent years building a reputation for control. At Hawthorne College she is known for her sharp intellect, strict standards, and the cool authority that keeps students firmly in their place. But Zira has a secret. Late at night, behind a locked door and the glow of her laptop screen, she becomes Obsidian Queen—the anonymous patron of a mysterious livestream performer known only as Shadowed Knight. What began as a private escape from pressure and loneliness was never meant to follow her into the real world. Until the day a new transfer student walks into her lecture hall. Tristan Vale is confident, observant, and far too perceptive for comfort. When Zira notices the sleek black card that links him to the identity she knows online, a dangerous realization takes hold. The secret they share could destroy them both. Zira risks her hard-earned career and reputation. Tristan risks the scholarship that brought him to Hawthorne. What begins as a tense battle for control soon spirals into a rivalry neither of them can easily escape. And just when Zira thinks the situation cannot become more complicated, Damian—the man from her past who refuses to let her go—returns, determined to reclaim his place in her life. With secrets closing in and tensions rising, the lines between control, obsession, and vulnerability begin to blur.

Marshall Locke, the assistant working for my wife, Amelia Stone, leaves out three zeroes on a contract. It leads to ten million dollars in losses for the company. The factory that has collaborated with us on the project goes bankrupt, and its owner jumps off a building as a result of the situation. All Marshall does is shed a few tears, and Amelia immediately pins all the blame on me. She claims I single-handedly managed the entire project. I get sued in court, which leaves me ten million dollars in debt. When the deceased's family posts about me online, the entire internet curses me out, saying that I should die too. My entire industry blacklists me. The career I've painstakingly built up for myself is destroyed just like that. But when I confront Amelia about this, she simply looks at her freshly manicured nails and says airily, "Marshall is young and inexperienced. You've been in the business for so many years now. It's not like this has caused any damage to you." Recalling the way she and Marshall had been wrapped up in a passionate kiss before I came in, I pull out the divorce agreement I prepared in advance and toss it at her. "Sign it."

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "In the city, an eighty-square-meter unit can be done for twenty thousand dollars. She is charging eighty." "That's a sixty-thousand-dollar margin. Sixty thousand. Right out of our pockets." The village fell in line behind her. They demanded the difference back. When I refused, they smashed my studio. They beat me into a coma. The pile-on online killed me. When I opened my eyes again, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I would refund every single one of them. And then I would tear out every single thing I had installed. Let's see what twenty thousand dollars actually buys you.

After I announced my exit from the music industry, the public response was overwhelmingly positive. The only person who voiced his objection was my girlfriend's rumored lover, the up-and-coming songwriter Lucas Zacker. He put on a show of sincerity in front of a crowd of reporters. "It's all a misunderstanding. Matthew is an irreplaceable talent in the music industry. I sincerely hope he returns to the stage." I shut off my phone and turned a blind eye to his public plea. In my past life, one of my songs had been identical to his supposedly original single. As such, netizens accused me of plagiarism, cursing me and wishing death upon my family. Frustrated, I posted the entire creation process online, but it couldn't stand up to the timeline. His new song had been released ten minutes ahead of mine. Just because of the ten-minute difference, netizens sent me photoshopped mourning portraits of myself and even went so far as to come to my house and vandalize it with paint. The relentless cyberbullying went on for years, and it drove me into a deep depression. My parents exhausted their life savings trying to clear my name, only for crazed fans to set our house on fire, causing my parents to burn to death. In the end, when his song won an award, I jumped off a building. But who would have guessed that when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the very day the new song was set to release.

Book #1 Marked by the bully Book #2 Protected by the bully ________ Having fallen for his best friend's mate, Zander's finding it difficult to keep up with his promises as a best friend. It is hard to draw her out of his head. Everything about her has attracted him. And watching her around him all the time with his best friend is having an adverse effect on him. He hates it when they kiss, when his friend touches her, and when she lingers around him to make her boyfriend feel jealous. Zander's trying hard to keep it easy between them but in vain— until a mysterious message pops up in his messenger. ***"Hii!" "Who's this?" "You guess *winking emoji*" "Fuc** you" "I asked you to guess, not to swear on me." "I'm asking you for the last time.. Tell me WHO ARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" "I wish that was 'I LOVE' than 'WHO ARE' before that YOUUUUUUUUU. *monkey hides face emoji*" "Go to hell..." "Hey, wait! I'll tell you who I am *sighing emoji*" "Bark" "I am," "You are???" "I am... Your mate!" "Wait, what? Hey, where are you going come back online and talk to me. At least tell me your name!" //Protected by the bully//**Book #2 for Bully Series. Can't be read as a stand alone, so it's recommended that you read book #1 first.**

"What perfume are you wearing Eriantha?" He inhaled her scent, the best Top Note he has ever come across. "I am a perfumer Mr.Karwitz" She rasped with an enticing nervousness, "I am not supposed to wear perfumes." Darcel Karwitz, the CEO of a top-notch perfume brand, who has hated perfumes with an unequivocal passion his entire life. Perfumes remind him of nothing but his revenge, because of his biological father Viktor Cedine, who is the owner of the most expensive perfume brand in the market, and he had abandoned his mother while she was pregnant. Darcel's only goal is to destroy that man and what better way could there be than to ruin his pride, the very brand that has made him the man Viktor is! Eriantha Reux is the best perfumer, who hides behind a pseudonym running a small online business nobody knows about, until Darcel Karwitz discovers her. He wants her skills for his goal, his revenge. But, there are more secrets to Eriantha than it appears. She wants something more than the job, she wants his name, for she has people to protect. They both need something each other. It was supposed to be all business... But then everything goes wrong, as for the first time Darcel is hooked by a scent, her unique scent. Now he doesn't want to let her go. Here's what this book promises: #marriageofconvinience #Revenge #Hefallsfirst #BrilliantFMC #Steamyromance #HEA #karwitzinloveseries #book1 #DualPov

Part One: I Dare YouShannon Gregory never thought she’d actually meet in person the man she connected with online, leading her step by step into the world of BDSM and the role of the submissive. Now he wanted to meet her in person, on a treasure hunt that he promised would end with the most erotic, sexually fulfilling night she could imagine. Did she dare take the challenge?Part Two: Journey to the PearlMiranda Fox’s latest loser one made off with a perfect pearl she bought and she wants it back. Then a Chinese fortune cookie tells her “Find the perfect pearl and you will find the perfect lover.” But was her hot, sexy friend BJ McNamara, a man she never took seriously, the one to show her where the perfect pearl is and what makes the perfect lover? Part Three: Hot to TrotBuying a ranch on eBay was the wildest thing Autumn Kelley had ever done. But then she discovers the ranch comes with a foreman who makes her pulse pound and could give her an orgasm just by looking at her. And then she meets his friend. But what happens when Autumn inevitably has to come down from the orgasmic high?Part Four: Take a Chance On MeZoe Fortunato is getting married. Tomorrow. But for her wedding gift from Brad she wants one forbidden night as part of a threesome. Will it help the wedding or call it off?Hot Summer Nights is created by Desiree Holt, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The day I announced I was quitting writing, the entire internet celebrated. Everyone except my girlfriend's rumored boyfriend, the famous mystery author, Bryan Vega. In a short video, he looked genuinely regretful. "This is all a misunderstanding. I’ve always admired Kobi’s work, and I hope he’ll come back for the sake of his readers." I turned off my phone and ignored him completely. In my previous life, the web novel I wrote was identical to the mystery novel he published. People online called me a plagiarist and wished death on my whole family. I tried to defend myself, posting my drafts, outlines, and timestamps. Yet, it didn't matter. The last edit timestamp on his document was ten minutes earlier than mine. Just those ten minutes destroyed me. The messages never stopped. Strangers flooded my inbox with insults. Some even showed up at my house and threw paint on the walls. Years of nonstop harassment dragged me into depression. My parents tried to clear my name, but obsessed fans hunted them down and murdered them using methods copied straight from his novel. In the end, on the very day his book won a major award, I sealed my windows and burned charcoal, ending my life. And then, I opened my eyes again. I had returned to the day my new book was supposed to be released.

Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune. In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart. "Fraud!" In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds. "Still a fraud!" In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes. By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence. When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over. But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building. "Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress. Yvette's voice turned low and eerie. "But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."