Ten Lee

One reckless moment was all it took to set them on fire. His lips were on her skin, his hands gripping her like he'd never let go-Dylan devoured her, owned her, and marked her as his possession. His voice was dark and full of promises, unraveling every bit of restraint she had left. His kisses are on fire, his whispers sinful, and every stolen moment leaves her aching for more. Huli na para iwasan pa ang namumuong pagnanasa at pagmamahal nila sa isa't isa. But will sharing tender love every night be enough? Or will surrendering to temptation cost them everything? It was a gamble and taking risks for both of them. She loves him, and all she wants is to be with him. He loves her and all he needs for his life to be complete. Yet . . . loving him could ruin her . . . And letting her in could destroy him. She should stay away from him, and he should let her go. But some obsessions are impossible to escape . . . Some nights were never meant to end . . . And some temptations are too wicked to resist . . .. . . even if surrender means risking it all.

Evelyn is the beautiful daughter of the Red Moon Alpha. She has everything one could ever wish for. A good father, a loving mother, and best brothers. Her life was just a walk in the garden until she met Blake. Blake is the exiled son of the Blood Moon Alpha. Evelyn helped him to adjust to the Red Moon pack, though he was Latent, Evelyn never treated him badly. Just like drugs, they got addicted to each other, though they were too young to feel the mate bond they still fell in love. Everything changed when they met the powerful Alpha Rogue that made Evelyn's beauty a history and Blake to run away from the Red Moon pack. Evelyn, once the most beautiful girl is now the scarface girl and her one true love is nowhere to be found. Blake, after realizing how weak he was decided to acquire power and strength for that is the only way to protect the ones you love.

A mute. A burden. A plaything. That’s all Eleanor has ever been to the Moon Bliss Pack. Born without a voice and dumped at their doorstep as a child, she’s endured a life of silence, scorn, and pain—especially at the hands of her so-called mate, the Beta, who never accepted her and refused to reject her. But when his twisted idea of "fun" leaves her running through the woods with real wolves on her heels, Eleanor, bleeding and terrified, escapes and stumbles straight into the territory of the ruthless Blood Moon Pack and into the arms of its feared Alpha, Ciaran. She doesn't know he's her second chance mate. He doesn’t want to feel such a powerful need to protect her. But as Eleanor begins to heal and open up to the only man who’s ever shown her kindness, secrets long buried begin to surface—secrets about her identity, her power, and the cruel betrayal that started it all. Because Eleanor isn’t just a mute. She’s a ticking time bomb. And when she finally finds her voice… the entire supernatural realm will tremble.

Sebuah misi balas dendam seorang penjudi bayaran ibu kota yang ingin menghancurkan orang-orang kelas tinggi. Sayangnya di sela-sela balas dendamnya, dia jatuh cinta kepada Putri Tidur yang merupakan anak terbuang seorang presiden.

Di situasi seperti saat ini. Mungkin tidak hanya Mao yang dihampiri kepiluan secara mendadak. Kesedihan tak berujung itu mengiris sesak bersamaan dengan hilangnya pekerjaan yang selama ini menopang. Tapi mungkin Mao juga bisa dibilang beruntung. Saat ada penyanggah kesedihan dan kehampaannya serta rasa pesimisnya terhadap dunia. Ia tidak pernah meminta, tapi mungkin ini cara Tuhan memberi penawar untuk mengganti semua rasa sakitnya. Mau menyelam bersama Mao?

The darkest corners of the world hold the secrets the leaders want you to forget. Deep inside a cabin covered with moss and shadows, those secrets are not yet forgotten. Under the moon, light glistens off of shining stones lining the porch and bundles of herbs drying from the rafters. Candlelight emanates from the interior and warmth surrounds the occupant. Inside this cabin was a forrest witch who was chanting a spell as she added herbs to a small caldron. Smoke rises and electricity fills the room. Her raven hair started to rise and the smoke turned glowing green. Leaves outside the cabin started swirling in the air raising around the cabin forming a circle. “None may find me where I reside, safe in the forrest this witch hides. Safe from the evil doers and safe from their men. None may ever find me again.” Cold. Like ice from an iceberg, his skin molded smoothly across his frame. The envelop in his hands was sealed by the Elder Lords sigil pressed into blood red wax. Slipping his long pale finger, breaking the seal, one word was inside. “Urgente.” His particular talents were once again needed.

"I, Alpha Colten of Blue Ridge Park, reject you, wretched omega, as my mate and Luna," he growled, his eyes burning with rage and regret. After losing his Luna a year ago, Alpha Colten finally agreed to choose another mate, as tradition demands. But he never expected fate to pair him with her, an omega from the lowest ranks, a sewage cleaner, who scrubs the floor with her bare hand. "I, Kieran of the Omega Chamber, accept your rejection," she replied with a grin. She never wanted the Alpha, only the peace of her simple life. But fate has more in store. "I, Alpha Rogan of Oakwood Pack, accept your rejected mate as my fated Luna." Colten’s world shatters. Jealousy ignites. He suddenly feels obsessed and desires to possess her. "No one dares touch my rejected mate!" He fired back. He didn't want her. She didn't want him. Now... he’ll do anything to keep her. But will she let herself be claimed again?

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?

What do you do when the man you love betrays you… and the stranger who saves you isn’t a stranger at all? Sloane Maddox was the perfect wife. Poised, loyal, and raised in high society, she gave Reed Harris everything her love, her name, and the brand strategy that built his luxury investment firm from the ground up. But the night after their anniversary, she finds him naked in their matrimonial bed with none other than Evelyn, her childhood best friend…and divorce papers waiting on the table. Just when her world falls apart, her quiet bodyguard offers her something unthinkable: a contract marriage to take back everything. But Rio isn’t who he says he is. Their life are more twisted and connected Now, revenge has a face. Love has a name. And the truth will change everything.

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."