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Chrysler Lianna Salvatera is the red-haired and only daughter of the newly elected President of their country. What happens when at the day of her father’s inauguration ceremony, she gets abducted by the most powerful half vampire, half witch, and half werewolf – Niklaus Deveraux?

"บนระเบียงที่สูงเสียดฟ้า ท่ามกลางแสงไฟของเมือง เธอเฝ้ามองโลกเบื้องล่าง ราวกับกำลังถามหาสักที่ ที่หัวใจได้พักพิง ท่ามกลางความวุ่นวายที่ไม่มีวันจบสิ้น เธอโหยหาความสงบและรักแท้มาเติมเต็มช่องว่างในหัวใจ"

In his eyes, she was utterly clueless and shameless. In her eyes, he was cunning, sinister, and equally shameless. They could not stand each other, but they had been secretly arranged to be married by their families.After marriage, he cautioned her, "My house, my rules.And don’t fall in love with me."She replied, "I’d rather die than do that, pal."Days flew by and he realized: his new wife wasn't kidding – she wasn't into him! She was busy sipping cocktails, hitting bars, and throwing punches for justice. With a line of admirers around the block, his crush on her only grew bigger. One day, he just couldn’t hold himself back, "Hey, Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Karina, an abandoned teenager, trapped in her parents' debt where she relies on making money at the night club and coffee shop. Further, she became a feast to vampires who kidnapped her for her blood as baptism of the upcoming third prince of Zorana. When things get tough and there's no one she can hold on to, does her willingness to live be enough to escape the vampires? But, what if she realizes the truth behind her parents' death links to the vampire she fell in love with?

Vampires, werewolves, wicthes and humans are all beings that have been fighting and engaging in a batle for dominace, the war between them has been raging on for centuries as Alliances break and new bonds are forged anew. Atarah, who was raised by the Alpha on an island dominated by werewolves. As the only different breed on the island she can't compete with the other werewolves but her unique features set her completely different from ordinary humans. Mysteries surround her birth and her origins, she feels compelled to explore the human world and live her life as a human but the story behind her origins emerges and she sets out to the outside world to discover herself.

Dana is rejected as Luna after discovering that the Alpha has deceived her with her stepsister. Dana decides to leave the city, taking with her an important secret: she is pregnant with twins. What will happen when the Alpha discovers the truth? What will he do to regain Dana's love? Will Dana give him a second chance? Love, desire, and danger envelop the story of the protagonists. They will have to fight against the adversities that destiny will present to them.

After being brutally attacked in the woods one night, Layla manages to escape her captors only to find herself captured again by none other than the countries most feared Alpha, Jaxon. Bruised and beaten, Layla learns the truth of the supernatural world and must convince the ruggedly handsome and dominating Alpha that she is no threat to his way of life or his pack. During a Red Moon, fate presents itself in producing a match made by the Mood Goddess herself. There is only one problem, Layla is human. Never in the history of werewolves has an Alpha been fated to a human mate. As Layla begins to find herself, so do her previous captors, and they want only one thing. Her. Can Alpha Jaxon accept their destiny and save her in time? And can he uncover the truth of Layla's true identity and her past in order to save the one woman he vowed to never love?

Jamari spent her life living in her twin sister's shadow, only made worse when she found out she didn't have a wolf on her 18th birthday. When her sister disappears she learns a lot about herself and the destiny Fate has in store for her. She couldn't actually be the Wolf Queen? Could she? With the help of the Lycan King and Demon King, Jamari searches for the truth of her existence as an unknown threat threatens life in all the Realms. Will Jamari fulfill her destiny with the help of her mates, or will she crumble under the newfound pressure of being Queen?

Nikita's curse wasn't something that could simply be fixed, like a broken chair or a shattered vase. It was an immutable part of her, woven into the very fibres of her being. Accepting this truth had been a necessary act of survival, one she had embraced long ago, and she knew that the sooner others accepted it, the better. Cursed at a tender age due to her father's unkindness, Nikita was fated to bring death to anything she touched. This curse was a punishment meant to ensure that her father’s bloodline ended with her. The gravity of her curse revealed its brutality when, at just six years old, she accidentally killed her own mother with a simple touch. As years went by, her father's harsh reign eventually met its end, and Nikita inherited his throne, becoming the leader of her pack. However, at her father's funeral, destiny intervened in the form of Rykor, the son of a man who had so cruelly cursed her. Intrigued by the dark and cold Nikita, Rykor saw more than just the curse that shadowed her existence.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.