Throne Of War

“Sign the papers. Now!” Collins barked. Scarlett didn’t flinch. She flipped to the last page, scribbled her name without reading a single word, and flung the divorce papers at him. “I’m done with you, Collins. And all of you,” she said, her voice cold as she pointed at every person in the room. She turned to leave, but paused at the door. Her gaze swept over the people who betrayed her: her husband, her sister, her own family. “I’ll be back,” she said. “I don’t care how long it takes. Months. Years. But I’ll make sure every one of you regrets what you did to me.” Then she walked out, and this time, no one stopped her. •••••••••••• Scarlett’s first mistake was marrying the man she loved, even though he made it clear he hated her. Her second mistake was believing he could ever love her back. When Collins Radford handed her divorce papers and declared he only ever wanted her twin, Scarlett left with nothing but silence and a promise to make them all pay. Then one night, a stranger with Collins’ last name knocked a drugged drink from her hand and carried her into a new life. She vanished. For years, no one heard from her. Now she’s back, with a secret, a child, a billion-dollar empire, and a plan. The Radfords thought they buried her. They didn’t know they were planting a storm. And now, she’s back to burn down everything they built. Dear ex-husband, You chose war.

I gave up on my inheritance right during the time my love for Matteo Rossini ran the deepest. When I was about to leave, Papa looked at me before saying lightly, "I bet that you'll come home in three years." Back then, I didn't take his words to heart. After spending three years overcoming life's hurdles with Matteo, he finally becomes the Don of his family. On the day the inheritance party is to be held, I decide to wear a dress that I've treasured for a very long time but never had the heart to wear. But the moment I walk into the banquet hall, I see Matteo holding hands with a radiant young woman. She's Isabella Ginevra, a popular socialite in the elite society. Isabella flits among the guests charismatically, as though she were the lady of the house. She's capable of engaging in any conversational topic, be it finance strategies or channels to obtain firearms. I try to participate in a conversation, only for Isabella to cut me off with a titter. "I thought you've been spending the past few years being cooped up indoors. It turns out that you know a thing or two about these topics, huh?" Everyone around us falls silent for a brief moment. My expression freezes on my face. Then, I turn to look at Matteo subconsciously. But he doesn't even bother looking my way. Instead, he merely says softly, "We're talking business here, Bianca. You should sit with the other ladies." I clench my fists instantly. But in the end, I opt to not say anything and just walk away. Through the throngs of the guests, I can see Matteo and Isabella chatting animatedly with each other in low tones. For once, Matteo looks relaxed and at ease—an expression that I haven't seen for a long time. Suddenly, I hear a guest remarking, "If someone like Ms. Ginevra were to become the Donna, she'd be of great help to the Don." A chorus of agreements ring out around him. Matteo just smiles in return, though he doesn't deny that remark. In fact, he even toasts to Isabella and drinks to her in front of everyone. That's when I draw to my feet and walk over to snatch the glass out of his hand. "I think so too. In that case, she can have the position as the Donna, then."

After the rising of humankind, creatures of the night were forced to fallback when they were almost faced with extinction, driving them into hiding. Many years have passed and a new creation emerged from death, roaming the new world with vague memories, trying to remember who she is. But little did she know her DNA was the key to end an ancient war, and a power source humans envied.

"I have lived for a thousand years, and i haven't seen or love anybody like you. I don't have the strength to let you go." During every blood moon, the head of the vampires must give the head of the werewolves one of their most priced processions, and because of this agreement, both kinds have lived peacefully with each other for thousands of years. // Anika, a beautiful college graduate who traveled to one of the busiest states in America to look for a job unexpectedly applied and got a job as the personal assistant to the CEO of the company. And that CEO turned out to be a playboy by day and the coldstoned head of the vampires by night. Carlos, the stone cold head of the vampires fell inlove Anika,the moment he saw her and because of this, she was targeted by the werewolves and their vicious head. // So, will Carlos be able to protect Anika from the paws of the werewolves and his head? and Will Anika return Carlos feelings? Find out NOW!

Chieftain Kane's not a fighter, But he's about to have the fight of his life. He has to fight his enemies to save the Sung tree from their grasp. He has to fight to be with the woman he wants. Who is to be chieftess of her on tribe and not sure if she wants a mate But the connection they feel for each other is undeniable. Now he has to fight within his own tribe. Their's someone in his tribe working against him undermining he's every move, he has no idea who. As war brews on the horizon, Kane's mother goes missing. Kane set out with his brother Kai a ruthless warrior and Mera through the Skyy Forest to sneak into enemy territory to save his mother. Who and what he finds there gives him the shock of his life.

โปรเจคควบคุมจิตใจและควบคุมกลไกการทำงานของสมองเพื่อให้มนุษย์คนนึงตกเป็นทาสของคนคนหนึ่งไปตลอดชีวิต ถ้าการทดลองสำเร็จ หมอฟิวส์ จะเป็นหมอที่ประสบความสำเร็จในทางวิทยาศาสตร์ที่เขาคลั่งไคล้อย่างมาก จรรยาบรรณไม่ได้ซึมซับเข้าสมองอย่างที่ควรจะเป็น เขาถึงไม่เคยนึกถึงศีลธรรมของความเป็นคนที่ควรจะทำ ขอแค่มีชื่อเสียง และเป็นบุคคลที่อยู่สูงที่สุด เพราะเขาคิดว่าความรู้ที่เขามีมันไม่ควรได้ใช้แค่ในโรงพยาบาล ปกป้อง คือความสำเร็จเพียงหนึ่ง จากการทดลองที่บ้าคลั่งและมันตอบแทนเขาด้วยผลข้างเคียง ที่ทำให้เขาพิเศษ.. กว่าคนทั่วไป

In Valeburn, Atlanta’s most dangerous block, power doesn’t pass hands—it’s taken with blood. And no one understands that more than Jayce Navarro, the razor-sharp kingpin who built his empire brick by brick, silence by silence. He rules with cold precision, a name whispered like a gun being cocked—until the ghost of his past returns with vengeance on his breath. Eli Mercer is no longer the soft-eyed teen Jayce once kissed beneath the chapel steps. Fresh from the feds and wrapped in scars, Eli returns to the block with one purpose: burn down the throne that forgot him. But when fate—and the city’s shifting underworld—forces them into an uneasy alliance, old feelings smolder beneath their armor. Lust tangles with rage. Loyalty with betrayal. And love? It’s the most dangerous weapon of all. As enemies circle from the inside and the state threatens to dismantle Jayce’s entire operation, he and Eli must decide what’s worth saving—their empires, their reputations… or each other. But in Valeburn, every crown is cursed. And every favor comes with fire.

Chaewon Jones and Zayden Taylor were once each other's pillars of support, but upon discovering a destructive loophole in their relationship, they chose to part ways, transforming into bitter enemies. As the moment arrives for them to confront their fears on a perilous battlefield, Chaewon decides to step aside, presenting one condition - Zayden must shed tears for her, enabling her to mend the dark, deep hole of their shared past. Will Zayden, who has unyielding pride, permit the selfish Chaewon to take the lead, or will he subject her to suffering until her final breath?

My boyfriend of five—Evan Callister, suddenly proposed to me. Everyone flooded me with congratulations. I felt happy too, quickly started planning our wedding. Then I overheard him talking with his gang friends. Apparently, I wasn’t his only option. Just one of five women he’d been seriously considering for marriage. A lineup that included his childhood sweetheart, a few of his long-time bed warmers, and some well-connected heiresses whose families could do wonders for his. “I didn’t imagine that you actually gonna marry Liora at the end, I thought Viola’s still the one you love.” And then Evan, “Liora’s father died. If I marry her, I could have all of her money and the casino. She cannot do a thing about it. She only has me as her family now.” “And what if Viola hears about your wedding and freaks?” his friend teased. Evan chuckled. “I told her that I will make Liora conveniently die after the wedding. Then her and I can get marry instead.” My heart iced over. But I didn’t cry or confront or even blink. Instead, I made the call to the man my father had always wanted me to marry — the one of noble status, the one everyone admired, the one I’d avoided. And just said one thing, “My wedding is three days from now. Come and elope with me.”

“I sat on his lap, my face inches from his, my breath unsteady, his heat pressing against me as his eyes held mine. He dropped the cigar into a tray, leaned in, and his lips almost touched mine, but at the last moment I shifted, pulling back, and his low chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Oh, girl, you do not want to go down that path,” he said, his fingers tracing down the line of my neck until suddenly he stilled, his hand brushing against the tattoo marked into my skin. He leaned in closer, reading aloud in a low voice. “Jareth Gleb.” The name froze the air between us. “That’s… my father’s name,” I whispered, my breath shaky, and the moment the words left me, I saw the shock flash across his face. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me off his lap so fast I stumbled. ” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Paris was born of divine blood, a Zara Spiritborn, daughter of beauty and seduction itself. Her face could stop hearts, her presence could ruin men. After losing her parents, she fell under the rule of her cruel stepmother, Selene, who turned her beauty into a weapon. By day, Paris was a princess. By night, she was the realm’s most desired stripper, dancing for masked Alphas who would pay mountains of gold just to touch her. Betrayed by the boy she loved and sold to Vincent the mad king, unknowingly to pay off a debt, only to discover that this tyrant is none other than her father’s brother. A man whose cruel hands are capable of untold violence and unspeakable desire. But passion bends every law, every taboo. Vincent finds himself falling for Paris is his niece and the only woman he should never desire but yet cannot resist.