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He groaned. "I can hear your heart, little one. Does that excite you?" He can hear my heart! She had to clear her throat before she could answer. "It's the way you talk." One of his claws caressed her cheek. He leaned down close, those golden eyes gleaming, his face a shadow. Her breath caught. "I could lick you again, make you scream with pleasure. Would you like that?" ************************************** Purchased by the Demon King, Victoria O'Hare is thrown into the world of the immortal. Brutal and ruled by instinct, the Demon King comes to her in the dark, filling her world with pleasure and fear. Cursed and broken, King Sebastian struggles to control his inner demon. He now owns a sweet little beauty. One who calls to him in the darkness. One he could kill in an instant. Victoria struggles to show Sebastian there is more to him than his brutal nature. Despite his curse, Sebastian is tempted to accept all Victoria has to offer. When a desperate werewolf and an evil army threaten war, King Sebastian must accept what he is and protect the woman he loves...if his inner demon doesn't kill her first.

ALPHA VINS BOND’S HATED MATE (Beauty and the Beast) Vincent Bond-Smith, a vampwolf. Half-Vampire...Half-Lycan; a deadly cross breed. He possess the powers of both species, making him twice as powerful. He is the Alpha King of all the notable supernatural societies. Out of cruelty, he created a tradition, humans are made sex pets and slaves in his imperial. Vins Bond had longed to have a mate again. Table turned, his second chance mate turned out to be the object he detested more than anything. A human. Kiara had worked up the courage to leave an abusive marriage but she still cries herself to sleep every night. She is a cosmetologist who runs a beauty salon with little to no excitement in her life. She is bruised, broken and scarred. Not long though, she found herself in an entirely different world and mated to the rarest and deadliest hybrid. Being Vins Bond’s mate, hating him and the whole imperialism system disgusted her so much but it changed after inching a little to closer to his heart, what’s left of it at least. Will the broken, scarred human take up the courage to show Vins Bond what it feels like to be in love? Or will his dark world snuff out what’s left of her light and shatter her completely?

Edward Poletto, a feared mafia king, rules his vast empire with an iron fist. One day, while inspecting his vineyard, he meets Cecilia, a beautiful and humble grape picker. For the first time in his life, Edward feels the stirrings of love, something entirely foreign to his cold, calculating heart. He approaches Cecilia, hoping to win her affection, but she rejects him, revealing that she already has a lover. Used to getting whatever he wants, Edward is consumed by rage and jealousy. In a fit of fury, he murders Cecilia's lover, leaving her devastated and alone. With no one left to protect her, Edward forces Cecilia to marry him, dragging her into a life of luxury that feels more like a prison. Though she now lives in a grand mansion, Cecilia feels trapped in a hellish existence. Edward’s cruel and possessive nature makes her life unbearable, yet behind his rough exterior lies a deep, unspoken love for her. Unable to show his true feelings, he chooses control and domination, believing it’s the only way to keep her by his side. As Cecilia struggles to survive in this dark world, she begins to see glimpses of the man Edward hides beneath his hardened exterior, torn between fear, hatred, and the faintest hope for something more.

My roommate is the kind of person who has to get to the bottom of everything and doesn't stop asking questions until she's satisfied. One night, while I'm sound asleep, she suddenly stands by my bed and calls my name, "Melissa, are you asleep?" Having been awakened by her, I shoot her an annoyed glare, but she just says, "See? You weren't really asleep. Otherwise, how could you have answered me?" One day, she decides to skip class. Thinking that I could help by signing her in on my phone, I do just that. However, near the end of the lecture, she suddenly bursts into the room and asks the professor, "I wasn't here today, so why does it show I was marked present? Is the system down?" The professor traces it back to me, fails me on the spot, and makes me retake the class. Later on, I join a speech contest. My roommate stands up in front of everyone and asks why my speech sounded exactly like her ideas. I get disqualified, lose my scholarship, and am labeled a plagiarist. Devastated, I climb onto the rooftop late at night. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the night when my roommate first asked if I was asleep.

I was Don Victor’s secret wife for five years, hidden away like a dirty little secret. He made me a promise. Give him an heir, and he’d show me to the world. I’d be the Donna everyone envied. But there was a catch. A lie. His doctor told me I was barren. Victor held me while I sobbed, kissing my face. "Baby, we can still do IVF. I want a child from you. Only you." So I took the pain. Five years. 999 needles. I was finally pregnant on Christmas Day. I ran to his office to share the news, only to find him buried deep inside another woman. Julia. A Mafia princess from another family. The betrayal hit me. I turned to leave, tears in my eyes, but then I heard a truth I couldn't escape. "Don't you worry, my princess. The baby in Maria's belly? It's ours. Your egg, my sperm. She’s just the perfect vessel." My hand trembled. I backed away, silent. Then I made a call. A lawyer. "I don't care what it costs. I want a divorce from Don Victor."

My cousin, Isabelle Cox, dies of cancer. However, my adoptive parents, who have always loved her the most, don't shed a single tear. Instead, they go on an overseas trip with my adoptive brother, Cedric Cox. After they return, they give me an exquisite doll and ask me to put it right next to my bed every night. My adoptive mother, Vivian Mason, looks at my swollen eyes and smiles tenderly. "Why, you're such a grateful and sentimental kid. This is such a pretty doll. Let it stay by your side and accompany you like it's your sister, alright?" I agree. Later, my body becomes increasingly weak, and I sleep all day. One day, when I wake up, I am horrified to find that I am trapped inside the doll and can't move at all. My deceased cousin, Isabelle, became "me"! Beaming widely, she cuts my hair and also my limbs one by one. Then, she throws my mutilated body into the fire. As the flames engulf me, I see my adoptive family standing behind her. On their faces, they show happy and relieved expressions. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day when they give me the doll.

Three years of marriage. I loved Kale with all my heart, gave him my whole life, sacrificed the wealth inherited from my grandfather, but he betrayed me. I was Father's biological daughter, but Father threw me away just to protect Jessy—the illegitimate daughter. They stabbed me, treated me like trash for years, and looked away when I was struggling on my pregnancy. They thought I wouldn't be able to do anything after Kale had an affair, I was kicked out of the mansion, and my mother died because my father cut off her intensive care. All my sacrifices and devotion to them were trampled on. But I won't stay in that low position for long. Theo, Jessy's betrayed ex-fiancé and Kale's younger brother, gave me a marriage contract with a large sum of money. I accepted the deal with him, then we went to another city, building a business giant called Ambergynn Group Company. Then five years later they came, begging for my help. I kicked them; made them pay for my pain until they fully begging on their knees to me. I'll show them I'm not the same Yvonne anymore.

“You're going to die, Camila. The bond is killing you.” “That's a lie. Carlos marked me. We're companions.” “Then tell me... did you feel the bite? Did you feel the bond explode inside you? Because the mark... isn't on your body. Nor on your soul.” She froze. Her throat burning. The cruel truth seeping in like poison: no. She never felt it. Camila had been living a lie. She believed she was Luna. She believed she had a home, a mate, a son who loved her. But everything fell apart when Maura returned—the she-wolf that Alpha Carlos truly loved, the only one he ever wanted to mark. No mark. No bond. No forgiveness. She was betrayed by everyone—even her own son, who started calling her “annoying” and preferred the other woman. And what Camila thought was love... It was just an act. But before the disease takes her, before she dies as a shadow of what she once was, Camila will show the world who she really is. Because she was never a weak omega. She is a Lycan. And she is awakening. When Carlos begs for forgiveness... Will Camila still be there? Or will she have already chosen a new path—and a new love—alongside the one who has always recognized her?

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.

Three years into my marriage with Dominick, Gia, his stepsister, sent me a video clip out of nowhere. I tapped on the video, only to find Dominick tying his stepsister to the bedpost with the tie I had given him. His stepsister lay naked under him, addressing him intimately. After getting their freak on, they shared an embrace, and Gia cozied up against Dominick and uttered, “I don’t like the ring you bought me. Give it to Luna, and tell her it’s a birthday gift from me.” The next day, I sat in an upscale restaurant and stared at the vacant seat across the table. Suddenly, the Underboss wheeled a massive cake toward me. “Don Costa was called away on urgent business. He sent me to deliver your birthday gift.” The box contained his stepsister’s discarded reject. My phone buzzed with new pictures from Gia. Dominick was at the hospital with Gia for a check-up. Without a fuss, I signed the divorce papers and made preparations for a wedding. “Donna Costa, whose names should I put down as the bride and groom?” “Dominick and Gia.” A week from now, I would show the world the kind of filth the supposed solemn Don had been rolling in with his stepsister.