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On the night of her birthday party, Jehan caught her boyfriend cheating on her. Sa halip na komprontahin ito at gumawa ng iskandalo ay minabuti na lang niyang umalis. Natagpuan niya ang sariling nakaupo sa isa sa mga stool sa harap ng bar counter, hawak ang baso ng alak. A guy, who introduced himself as Thunder sat beside her and started to asked her about some ramdom questions. Trying to keep her identity as private, Jehan answered his questions without spilling him the real reason behind her sudden visit to the bar. Ibang pangalan din ang binigay niya rito sa pag-aakalang hindi na sila magkikita pa ulit. Pero sino nga bang mag-aakala na nakasalalay pala sa pangalan na ibinigay niya rito ang ikatatahimik sana ng buhay niya?

Alice Brown is an outlier in the shifter palace. She is weak and cannot transform, and is the lowest maid in the palace: everyone can bully her, and every man wants her. As such, Alice upholds an innocent mask and a vicious and selfish heart. One that shows when the new palace warrior, Simon, calls her weak. Weak? She will prove him wrong. And she will start by learning showing him what she's truly capable of. **"You will have to find the answer to that question yourself," he teased. "I can't tell you.""Is there a reward for answering correctly?" I boldly asked as I leaned back to look at his face. The longer I sat on his lap, the more confident I was getting. Goddess, help me.His eyes darkened and his words came out more like a growl. "Yes."Seducing My Older Alpha Mate is written by A.B. Elwin, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My sister, Aria Sawyer, stumbled drunk into a billionaire's room one night. Now, she was pregnant and wanted the whole family's advice. Something about it felt off. Forget about how mismatched they were. How could a billionaire's suite possibly have no security, letting anyone just wander in? When I pointed that out, Aria actually agreed. She decided to end the pregnancy and start fresh. But the very day she left the hospital, headlines exploded. The billionaire was marrying another woman carrying his child. Aria went mad with jealousy. Right in front of our parents, she grabbed a knife and stabbed me to death. "This is all your fault! That spot in high society should have been mine!" And then, my eyes opened again. Aria sat there, blushing sweetly, calling a family meeting. "I think I might be pregnant with Mr. Moore's child. What should I do now?"

Five years ago, Suri ruptured her uterus pushing Bruce out of the path of a car. The injury left her unable to have kids. But Bruce didn't care—he still pushed for the wedding. After they got married, he poured nearly everything into her. Or so she thought. Then came the scandal. One of his business rivals leaked it, and just like that, the truth exploded online—Bruce had another woman. She was already over three months pregnant. That night, he dropped to his knees. "Suri, please. I'll fix it. I won't let her keep the baby..." And Suri? She forgave him. But on their fifth anniversary, she rushed to the hotel Bruce had reserved—only to find something else entirely. In the next room, Bruce sat beaming, surrounded by friends and family, celebrating that mistress's birthday. The smile on his face—pure joy. A smile she'd never once seen from him. That was the moment she knew. It was over. Time to go.

Without Kaelen's knowledge, I had his little plaything sent out of North America. That same night, he cast a blood-vine curse on my parents, banishing them to the wilds—a wasteland prowled by rogues. He was going to trade my parents' lives for the whereabouts of his plaything. Kaelen pushed a communication crystal in front of me. Inside it, my parents were ensnared by blood-red vines, the thorns digging deep into their flesh. Drops of dark crimson blood fell, one by one, onto the barren earth. A countdown timer pulsed in stark red digits on their chests. 23:59:59 23:59:58 He sat across from me, a black suit tailored to perfection molded to his lean, powerful frame. His long fingers tapped a light, steady rhythm on the solid wood table, as if he were waiting for a trivial business deal to close. "Estelle, you have twenty-four hours." His voice was low and calm, laced with a venomous tenderness. "Tell me, where did you send Cassandra?"

Laura had no objection to her mom’s new man until she met the first son of the man her mother was marrying, and she decided there was no way she was going to play sister to this freaking handsome man. He was the subject of every one of her wild dreams, and all she could think about were weird thoughts about him as they sat at the table. To make matters worse, his brother, Sebastian, walked into the room as if he owned the place with every sense of entitlement anyone could have in the world. He looked at her weirdly, as if he knew her, but she had no recollection of ever meeting him. He was good-looking, devilishly, the playboy kind of handsome. Laura finds herself torn between two stepbrothers, Chris and Sebastian, both vying for her love. As she navigates this complex situation, secrets and lies unfold, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about love and family. Will dangerous feelings lead to devastating consequences in the end?

Three years ago, Avery Thorne married Julian Sterling for love. Today, she found out she was actually a human blood bank. While Avery sat in a hospital bed, Julian was busy transferring her patents, her fortune, and her very name to his mistress, Sarah. By the time the divorce papers were signed, the legal system no longer recognized Avery’s face. To the world, she is a delusional stalker named Sarah Vance. To Julian, she is a loose end that needs to be buried. Arrested and erased from her own life, Avery is left with nothing but fifty dollars and the knowledge of every security flaw in the empire she built. But Julian made one fatal mistake: he left her alive. From the shadows of the city she once owned, Avery begins a cold and calculated war. She isn't just coming back for her money or her company—she is coming back for her soul. And this time, she won't be the one bleeding.

As soon as my husband sat at the dining table, he couldn't stop himself from talking. The humiliations of my school days had become his favorite entertainment, served up to his drinking buddies like appetizers. "Back then, she got her clothes torn off in the bathroom, beaten so badly she crawled on the ground like a dog, too terrified to make a sound. If it weren’t for my kindness—" That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him I wanted a divorce. He laughed it off, utterly unbothered. "Seriously? It’s just a joke! That was ages ago. You’re way too uptight—it’s just for a laugh, right?" For a laugh? Was I the only one with a past? Did he think he was untouchable? Maybe I should tell a few embarrassing stories about his precious childhood sweetheart. Fine. If it’s all about “fun,” I hoped his sweetheart found it equally hilarious when her turn came.

"I'm carrying your child, Alpha Donavon," I said, watching his reaction from the ground I sat on. "Repeat what you said," he said, and he walked towards me while I stood up from the ground to face him. "I'm carrying your chill..." I barely completed when I felt his hands on my throat, gripping it hard and cutting me short of breath. This cannot be my child! Because I'm impotent," he said, spat on my face while throwing me across the room, with my body sprawled on the ground.   When the daughter of Alpha Donavon's arch enemy tells him she's carrying his child after a night with her, he rejects and disposes of her claims because he's impotent. What happens when, years later, Alpha Donavon realizes that he's not impotent and Zuri is carrying his child when he sees them? Does he claim them as his, and does Zuri give him the chance to?

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.