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Don’t Come Looking for Me, My Mate

Don’t Come Looking for Me, My Mate

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.
Short Story · Werewolf
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Unlike Broken Arms, Broken Hearts Don‘t Mend

Unlike Broken Arms, Broken Hearts Don‘t Mend

When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress. She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson. "You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband! "I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!" The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm. In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face. "If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a woman and child from me? "Get out! Don’t expect a penny from me!"
Short Story · Romance
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Trafficked to the Viper's Don (book 1)

Trafficked to the Viper's Don (book 1)

Lilith POV A pair of cold, bloodshot eyes stare back at me; if eyes could , I'm sure I would be dead by now. No wonder this place looks so familiar; it is because it's the mansion belonging to my owner, the man I was sold to, "Don Air." My orb fell on Flora, who was kneeling on the floor. Her hair was messy, and I could see bruises from her shoulder down to her arms, making me wonder what happened to her. "I gave you a to do, and you messed it up, huh?" The cold voice of Don Air was forwarded to Flora. He stomped his feet on her body continuously, and her screams and cries filled the atmosphere, bringing nothing but horror. "Master, please! Oh, please!" She cried in pain as she continued to get hit; her body was somersaulting on the floor. I look around the large sitting room, wondering why nobody is helping by stopping this cruel master or even pleading on her behalf, but I see few with pitiful expressions. My gaze met the man known as Thierry, the man's son. For awhile, I forgot he even existed. I got a sharp glare from him, and I looked away. "Please?  "If you are sorry, then you will not think of ruining my business, you good for nothing harlot," he yelled at Flora before leaving the girl. "You!"  His voice thurd in my ear, and I cringe in fear as goosebump from fear clouded my body. He was walking towards me with such a dominating and dangerous demeanor. "Argh!"  I was pulled by my hair and flung to the wall barely. I felt a liquid running down my head down to my nose—it's blood!
Mafia
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The Don's Wife, The Brother's Whore

The Don's Wife, The Brother's Whore

Lilith Verona’s life looks perfect from the outside. The mansion, the husband who gives her everything, except freedom. Behind closed doors, Lucian’s love is control, his affection another kind of prison. Then Damien Blackwood walks into her world, Lucian’s estranged brother, all charm and danger, with eyes that seem to recognize every piece of her she’s been forced to hide. Their connection is instant, reckless, and impossible to resist. What begins as a spark becomes an affair that threatens to consume them both. But the closer Lilith gets to Damien, the more she realizes the truth: nothing about her marriage, her past, or even her identity is what it seems. And when the lies start to unravel, Lilith will have to decide who she really is… the woman her husband made her, or the one she’s finally brave enough to become. Because in a world built on power, betrayal, and blood, there are no saints between us.
Mafia
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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North

OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North

[COMPLETED]They say love can be a beautiful thing. But for me, it's a twisted waking nightmare. Edmondo D'Avi, the ruthless Don of the North, doesn't just love me. He has claimed me. And he owns me. And his words? "...I Saved you, so I own you, Cara..." "I hate it, Cara. I hate it all." ".....when men look at you, I'd gouge their eyes out." "If they get too close, I'll pull out my gun." "If they talk to you as much, I'd ensure they’ll never speak again." "I dare you, Cara, to smile at ONE of them, and watch me shoot ALL of them dead..." He also hated the way they admired my red hair, so he dyed it black. And when that wasn’t enough, he cut it off. I, Cara La Rosa, am bound to a psychopath by a single oath I was forced into and dare not break: to become his Donna. I never had the chance to refuse. Possession. Obsession. Manipulation. Lies. Dark truths. Betrayals. Revenge. And all of it that suffocates every single breath I take is tangled with the one thing that keeps me alive: LOVE. I love Edmondo D'Avi. But love isn’t kind. It doesn’t protect. It consumes. Now, I’m caught in a world of ruthless power, where loyalty is a weapon and betrayal is a breath away. The question is no longer whether I’ll survive. It’s whether I’ll lose myself to his darkness... or become the darkness he moulds me to be. In the end, the choices are: Surrender or SURRENDER!
Mafia
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Divorce Is a Stretch, Don't You Think?

Divorce Is a Stretch, Don't You Think?

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…
Short Story · Romance
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Heart, please don't be broken (Bahasa Indonesia)

Heart, please don't be broken (Bahasa Indonesia)

Rasa
Diselingkuhi membuat Naya memasukkan mantan keparatnya ke dalam buku hitam miliknya. Ia tidak mau bertemu, mendengar nama laki-laki itu. Perasaaannya yang sudah dia tata sedemian rupa, tak ingin ia hancurkan. Namun, Naya mungkin lupa kalau masih ada peluan pertemuan, meski sudah sangat berhati-hati. Bagaimana perasaan Naya ketika bertemu dengan mantan keparatnya? Apakah benar-benar bisa terus tertata rapi, atau malah sebaliknya?
Romansa
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My Death Turned the Don Into a Lunatic

My Death Turned the Don Into a Lunatic

It's supposed to be a punishment, but it ends with me freezing to death in the freezer. My fiance, Carlo Vesta, also known as the heir of the Vesta family, only remembers that I exist three days later. Now, I'm just floating around while watching him hug my frozen corpse, his body trembling violently. I notice how broken his expression is, and soon, I witness him piecing together the truth that I've brought into my grave with me. It's too late, Carlo. But it's fine. I'm right here, watching you. I want to see how you're going to face the truth of you personally locking up the woman you love in her own grave.
Short Story · Mafia
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The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don

The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don

When war orphan Alexei Volkov flees Russia to Belgium, survival means stealing scraps until a mob nearly burns him alive. Rescued by Lucien Devereux, the ruthless Capo of Brussels’ underworld, Alexei is thrust into a world of blood, secrets, and power. Trained as an assassin and spy, he becomes indispensable—until a mystical ring from his uncle in India makes every man who sees him fall hopelessly in love. Soon, the Capo, the Mayor, the Police Inspector, and even the Governor crave for him. Is it love or a curse? And in a city drowning in obsession, who will Alexei choose?
MM Romance
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Leaving the Don: A Mafia Wife's Revenge

Leaving the Don: A Mafia Wife's Revenge

I'm ten years older than Vincenzo Corleone. He had just turned 23 years old when he took over the Corleone family as the patriarch. A hint of teenage childishness could still be seen etched onto his youthful features. I was the one who held his hand and helped him calm the turbulence of his family affairs. I blocked three assassination attempts that were made on him. I used five years of my life to help him grow from a useless scion into the fearsome don who wielded the utmost authority in Nowork's underworld. Once, Vincenzo had embraced me in the church. He rested his forehead against my palm as he swore, "Age, identity, or the world's viewpoint of us will never stop us from being together, Freya. I will protect you with my life." But after that, he told his older brother, Marco Corleone, "Freya is too old. She's already 38 years old; I can practically smell the rot of age rolling off her. Even the crinkles in her smile disgust me to no end." Some time later, Vincenzo found himself a mistress who bore some resemblance to me. She was young and vibrant—like a white rose who had never experienced the ugly side of society. While Vincenzo gave me the title of the Donna of the Corleone family, he reserved his gentle, doting, and even passionate side for the mistress named Lina Marino. Vincenzo thinks he can pull everything off flawlessly. What he forgets is that the reason why I can establish my reputation in the underworld isn't because of his protection. I've been relying on my ruthlessness and my sharp sixth sense this whole time. When I slam the signed divorce agreement onto the spot before Vincenzo, I say with a smile, "You've fought by my side for so many years, so you should know very well that I can afford to go for high-stakes risks and withdraw my chips whenever needed. "But once I lose, someone here has to pay the price!"
Short Story · Mafia
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