Through It All From Ashes To New

Was It a curse to be mated to the three most powerful, narcissistic Alphas of the werewolf clan? * Sophia was once a princess of the Fae Kingdom, on her way to becoming the queen once her father stepped down from the throne. Her heart was hardened against the werewolves; their natural enemy, and she was in charge of ensuring their entire species was reduced to ashes. Not until the werewolf joined forces with the vampires and triumphed over them during war. Homeless, hungry and orphaned, Sophia is forced to work as a slave for the enemies, all the while harboring revenge for them in her heart. But just when she was going to take action, the Moon goddess decides to toy with her a bit, and she realizes that she had been fated to the three Alphas of the werewolf clan. Not only that, she would have to bear their heir, acting as the surrogate than their true mate since they didn't accept her whole heartedly. What was the Moon goddess thinking?

Eurus, a 23-year old boy was sent to a hellish-like game, trapped, having no memories of how he got there nor his previous life. His journey began when he met players that have been sent into the game just like him and started unraveling the truth.

I, Damien, reject the pregnancy. I'm not responsible for it. She sleeps with the guards." Emily, a slave bound to the ruthless Prince Damien of Opsia, is left to die after becoming pregnant — a crime punishable by death. Betrayed. Humiliated. Condemned. Her fate seems sealed. Until another prince steps forward. Prince Ethan of Blackmoon halts her execution, purchasing her under the guise of a ritual offering. In his kingdom, he offers her care, protection, and something dangerously close to love. But his eyes hide secrets, and his reasons for saving her may be far darker than kindness. Then, the unthinkable: Emily’s true identity is revealed — and Damien returns, desperate to reclaim her. Now torn between two princes: – The tyrant who shattered her – The savior who might be lying She must choose. But who... Who is she truly? Who stole her past? And who will pay for her suffering? One woman. Two princes. A destiny that will shatter kingdoms.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”

Alisha Alarcon and her friends died in the year of 2020. Alisha Alarcon can go back in the past through her dreams. She need to find out who is the killer or else they will all die again in the present time.

Five years ago, Violet Wells lost everything—her family, her unborn child, and the life she thought she knew. Now, she’s back, sharper, stronger, and ready to dismantle the world that betrayed her. But revenge is never simple. Allies are treacherous, lovers hold secrets, and every move could ignite a war she might not survive. As fathers lie, stepmothers scheme, and stepbrothers hide deadly truths, Violet must navigate a maze of betrayal, power, and forbidden desires. In a world where love can hurt as much as it heals, and trust is a luxury she can’t afford, Violet will discover that the cost of reclaiming her life might be higher than she ever imagined. Prepare for a storm of deception, heartbreak, and shocking twists, because no one is innocent, and no one is safe.

My husband, James Lincoln, disappeared in an accident, and my in-laws wasted no time filing to have him legally declared deceased. At the funeral, a woman, Xena Xander, suddenly showed up with a young boy, both crying hysterically. The boy, Charlie Lincoln, screamed at the top of his lungs, calling my husband “Daddy.” My ten-year-old daughter, Mia Lincoln, charged at him, shouting, “Shut up! That’s my dad!” Pretending to break it up, my in-laws instead shoved Mia to the ground. She collapsed and passed out on the spot. “If you’re looking for someone to blame, blame yourself for not giving us a grandson! This family can’t die out without an heir!” Xena smirked at me with blatant provocation. Behind her, Charlie spat in my direction and sneered, “You’re just a worthless tramp nobody cares about.” I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I laughed. “If you want the status and the inheritance so badly, you can have them. But don’t come crying to me when you regret it.” Two weeks later, Xena showed up at my doorstep, covered in blood, banging on the door and screaming. And then, I got a phone call that felt like a nightmare come to life. But I couldn’t have cared less. By then, I was already enjoying a peaceful vacation overseas.

Seven years ago, Aria was left shattered when Liam Brooks, the golden heir, denied her after spending the night with her and made her the center of ruthless humiliation. Once the broken nerd girl, she disappeared from that world—only to rise again, stronger, sharper, and untouchable. Now she's a celebrated fashion icon, Aria stands on the cusp of defending her crown at the Haute Couture Awards. But fate twists cruelly when Liam returns, no longer just her past tormentor but a powerful figure entangled in her present. What begins as a battle of ambition soon sparks a dangerous game of attraction and revenge. Aria is determined to win, to never bow again, even if it means turning Liam’s own fire against him. This time, the clash is personal—and only one of them might walk away unscathed.

Alejandro spent years trying to bring the mafia down. Now he’s living under the roof of one. After a dangerous encounter leaves him at the mercy of the powerful crime family he once tried to expose, Alejandro expects prison… or a bullet. Instead, he finds himself entangled with Miguel de Luca—the ruthless heir to the empire he hates. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. Miguel should be Alejandro’s enemy. But the deeper Alejandro is pulled into Miguel’s world of secrets, blood debts, and power struggles, the harder it becomes to remember which side he’s on. Because behind the mafia prince’s iron control is a man who watches him like he’s something worth protecting. And that might be the most dangerous thing of all. When betrayal begins to spread through the family ranks and assassins close in from every direction, Alejandro must decide: Expose the empire he swore to destroy… Or risk everything for the man who now holds his heart—and possibly his life—in his hands. In the mafia, loyalty is currency. Love? That can get you killed.

Je m’appelle Freiya. Enfin… c’est le nom que je me suis choisi pour recommencer à zéro à New York. Mon vrai nom, lui, est resté enfermé derrière les barreaux de mon passé. Si je suis ici, c’est pour Cody. Mon frère. L’homme à qui je dois la vie. Après plusieurs années en prison, il vient enfin de retrouver la liberté… mais je sais que le monde qui l’attend dehors n’a rien oublié. Et je refuse de le voir replonger dans les magouilles qui l’ont détruit. Pour garder un œil sur lui et payer les dettes qu’il pourrait laisser derrière lui j’ai trouvé un travail chez Carter Corp. Ma règle est simple : survivre en silence. Être invisible. Pas d’amis. Pas d’attaches. Pas de vagues. Mais cette règle n’avait pas prévu Matt. Matt, mon binôme… le genre de mec qui attire les problèmes aussi facilement qu’il attire les regards. Regard sombre, sourire insolent, attitude provocante. Un vrai bad boy qui semble se moquer des règles autant que du danger. Il parle trop, se bat parfois, et cache derrière ses blagues un côté sombre que je devine sans vraiment le comprendre. Tout ce que je sais, c’est qu’il refuse de me laisser tranquille. À force d’insister et de me provoquer avec ce sourire qui semble lire à travers mes mensonges il réussit l’impossible : me convaincre d’assister au concert du groupe de ses amis. Je pensais juste m’accorder une pause. Une soirée pour oublier que je vis sous une fausse identité. Je ne savais pas dans quoi je m'engageais.