South Putuo Temple

After my fated mate, Liam, postponed our marking ceremony for the ninety-ninth time, I saw him on the pack's evening news broadcast. He was with Clara at the Temple of the Moon Goddess, helping her choose precious moonstones. The look on his face was a gentle one I'd never seen before. My heart turned to ash. In my despair, I immediately accepted Alpha Fabian's courtship. He wooed me at his lavish estate, promising me the grandest marking ceremony of all. I started to believe the Moon Goddess had made a mistake, that Fabian was my true mate. Until I walked in on him in his study, plotting with a witch. On our marking night, he was going to steal my wolf soul and give it to Clara. And to make sure I could never interfere with Clara and Liam's bond, he planned to keep me his prisoner forever. I fled back to my room, sobbing uncontrollably. Then, with a trembling hand, I called the apothecary. "I need your strongest potion to end a pregnancy. As soon as possible."

Anthony Mavens, a lawyer,politician, and most importantly, a mafia Lord, has set out teach everyone who has hurt him a lesson. Sandra Martinson, a fashion designer, first daughter, ruthless, and fearless has found herself somehow crossing paths with the infamous mafia Lord. She is the solution to his problems, and the key to his revenge. No strings attached, no love connection, just two years of marriage is the term of their contract. He has vowed to tame her. What happens when the contract goes south? Anthony has found himself falling for the woman he once discarded, and Sandra knowing she is a pawn in a game has vowed to never be with him. What happens when he is faced with the option of choosing between his long-term planned revenge and his newly found love? Will love or hatred conquer it all?

In the fifth year of our long-distance relationship, I secretly quit my job without telling my boyfriend, Ian Gambino, and travelled more than a thousand kilometers to South Bordington. I wanted to give him a surprise: to get registered and married to him. He worked as a bodyguard for the biggest mafia Don in South Bordington. His job kept him extremely busy, and we were often out of contact. The last time we spoke, he said he had to accompany his boss to an underground auction for security. The job would last three months. Relying solely on the address that I remembered, I managed to find the place. When the guards at the entrance heard that I was looking for Ian Gambino, their expressions turned a little strange. "Don Ian is still busy. Please wait a moment," one of them said. I froze. Don Ian? Before I could process what he meant, I heard him whispering to the person next to him, "So, she's the one that the Don keeps outside? How did she end up here? If Donna Jeanine finds out about this, she's going to cause a huge scene." I was just about to explain to them that they had the wrong person when a woman in a custom-made evening gown walked in. The staff immediately fell silent and addressed her respectfully, "Donna Jeanine." She was on the phone, her voice coquettishly sweet. "Honey, I'm here. You promised you'd come with me and the baby for the medical checkup this time!" From the other end of the call came a deep male voice, filled with affection. "Darling, it'll be over soon. Go take a rest in the VIP lounge. Don't tire yourself out." I had listened to that voice for five years. It belonged to Ian Gambino.

Emily widened her eyes; she turned her head, and stared hard at the man driving the car. Soon enough, everything came replaying in her head: "It's bank accounts," "You can have all of the money," "Why are you such a ding-a-ling?" "Follow my rules," "I threw your bag away," "I own this mall..." She connected the dots one, by, one; blinking her eyes rapidly as she gazed at him while he drove—the man, whom she was living with, was the CEO of Empire World Corporation! It was now clear to her why he was always so arrogant and hostile towards everything; he was the most powerful business man in South Korea! Emily couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably.

Vaibhav Shergill(25) | Naira (18) The complex, complicated, love story of the two weired copules who unfortunately dragged by fate together. Having reasons respectively, they ended up in tying the knot, forcefully or unwilling, give the term whatever you feel right. She looks innocent. Have you ever heard about :- don't ever judge by it covers! Same here.She is badass. Innocent, the word itself run away from her. He is a silent creature. Silence , yeah! She is nowhere to be around. He is south, she is north. If, he is East , no dobut ! she is west. Poles apart. But ened up together. Would they really end up together? Or ,they will end up everything together? Rollercoaster is in its way! - Epitome of love. Perfect example of loving relationship.

A love forbidden by rectitude..... Ajuri Daniels had a normal, peaceful life. A top student. Head girl of the Royal Academy. A loving grandmother. Wonderful friends. But things went south on the night of her sixteenth year old birthday, when she decided to take a break from her mundane life and live like harry for just one night. The plan was simple; go out with Lola, have some fun and call it a day. Fate, however, had a different plan for her and was hellbent on executing it. Ajuri ended up capturing the attention of Ben Ezeagu, the hot bad boy who turned out to be not only the Principal's nephew but also someone associated with a tragedy that scarred her family. And worse of all, she falls in love with him.

A kidnapper's gun was pressed to Lena's temple and mine, the whole scene streaming live online. "Nolan," the kidnapper said, "your wife, Donna, or your first love. Only one of them walks away alive. Choose." On the other side of the screen, my husband, Don Nolan Winston, head of the Winston family, did not hesitate for even a second. "Let Lena go. As for that woman, do whatever you want with her." I looked into the camera and laughed until tears ran down my face. For seven years, I had stood by him as he rose from the Winston family's illegitimate son to the first Don of the Italvia mafia. I had taken knives for him, drunk with him, even lost a child along the way. So in the end, in his eyes, I had been nothing more than a pawn he could discard at any moment. "Did you hear that?" the kidnapper sneered at me. I turned and ran toward the cliff. Facing the camera, I spoke my final words. "Nolan, I'm giving this life back to you. We're even now."

In Alabama’s rot-soaked bayous, Drucilla Drakes survives by three rules: silence, scars, and never letting Louise—her Bible-thumping captor—catch her hoping. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding beneath a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales: New Orleans’ most notorious runaway, a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with grease-stained hands and a death wish. He doesn’t save people—he survives them. Yet in Dru’s lashed flesh and hellfire gaze, he sees his own shattered reflection. Their bond is gasoline and matches. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—hunts them relentlessly. Louise, armed with voodoo rites and the chaos-hungry loa Marinette, vows to break Dru. Their only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a lethal bargain: *“Her soul or yours.”* Fleeing through the Deep South’s cursed underbelly, they dodge cartel hitmen, haunted swamps, and safehouses reeking of betrayal. Dark magic seeps into old wounds; family secrets tighten like nooses. Dragon swears he’s too ruined to love. Dru knows she’s too shattered to trust. But in the bayou’s choking heat, desire is a grenade they can’t outrun. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s switchblade kisses and saintly curses—a collision of fire and ruin where protectors become predators. Dru doesn’t need saving; she needs an inferno. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter and nothing left to burn. Will they raze the South to ashes, or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands? One truth remains: in the bayou, even survival leaves scars. **Warning:** No princes here. Just bayou smoke, blood-soaked magic, and the kind of love that devours.

Meredith, a cooking club’s new member, has grown up always feeling like she is waiting for someone. Being riddled with sad dreams that always left her waking up with a wet face, fear of loud noises, and a birthmark on her temple, has always felt like there is someone she is missing. Randall, her classmate, swimming club’s new member at BSU has also spent his life searching for someone whose faces he can not remember. Until destiny brings them together due to some circumstances that they have to pretend to fulfill Don Warrick dying wish which is a fixed marriage. Meredith accepted it because her mother wanted her to get married for reasons she didn’t know and to pay off all the debt left by her late father. And Randall to get its inheritance. The pretense that led to a beautiful love story. But when they finally love each other, they will be disturb by their bad dreams about the two people they have been looking for for so long. Would Meredith and Randall accept it if they knew that the person closest to them was the root of the tradegy in the past?

After being reborn, I decide to write my younger brother Marcus Jensen's name on the marriage application. This time, I will fulfill Jessica Carter's wishes. In this life, I'm the one who dresses Marcus in the groom's suit and slips the engagement ring onto his finger. I personally orchestrate every encounter between them. When she takes Marcus to Lisbeth, I head south to Humridge College without hesitation. Why am I doing this? Because in my previous life, even after I turned 50, Jessica and our son were still on their knees begging me for a divorce. They wanted me to let her have one final chance at love with Marcus. In this new life, I only want to spread my wings and soar higher. I'm done with romantic entanglements.