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She’s a deadly assassin with no mercy. He’s a ruthless Alpha with no time for weakness. But when fate mates them… all hell breaks loose. Samantha Stone is a Were-Vamp hybrid, the most chaotic of Alpha Zoe’s infamous sextuplets, and a cold-blooded assassin with a perfect kill record. Stealth, power, and zero emotional attachments—until a prank gone wrong lands her deep inside enemy territory. Her mission? Infiltrate the Blue Moon Pack. Keep eyes on Alpha Kyler Arrow. Don’t get caught. Too bad she does. Worse? He’s her fated mate. Kyler—genius Alpha, lethal assassin, and a control freak with a temper—should kill her on sight. Instead, he’s drawn to her fire. But just as sparks fly and secrets start to unravel, fate throws its cruellest twist yet… Samantha loses her memory. Now Kyler must protect the girl who tried to sabotage him—the girl who doesn’t remember who she is, what she’s done, or who she is to him. With enemies closing in and her forgotten past threatening to destroy everything, can Kyler convince her to trust him before it's too late? Action-packed, hilariously wild, emotionally intense, and scorching romantic—Bonded To The Dangerous Alpha will leave you laughing, crying, and gasping for more.

Dipenjara dalam istana bernama pernikahan, Indah tak tahu siapa yang lebih menakutkan antara keluarga Abraham atau pria yang kini menjadi suaminya—Dhananjaya Abraham, pria yang tak hanya dingin, tapi juga misterius. Pernikahan mereka bukan tentang cinta, melainkan kontrak: uang untuk nyawa, rahim untuk pewaris. Di balik megahnya nama Abraham, Indah hidup dalam bayang-bayang hinaan dan tatapan penuh caci. Namun siapa sangka, justru pria yang paling ia takuti... kelak akan menjadi satu-satunya pelindung saat dunia mulai menghancurkannya dari dalam.

After three years of marriage, I believed I had the perfect family. My wife, Sarah, was gentle and caring, and our son was bright and adorable. On a rare day when I finished work early, I arrived home to find Sarah asleep, slumped tiredly by the crib. My heart went out to her, and I decided to carry her to our bedroom. As I approached, Sarah's phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared: “Sarah, is our son asleep?"

My girlfriend, Elsa Smith, always avoided meeting my parents. Yet, she had no trouble turning around and playing the role of her ex-boyfriend Leo Quinn’s fiancée, happily meeting his relatives instead. And the meeting took place in the apartment I had prepared for us to live in after the wedding. What she did not realize was that I happened to be Leo’s distant cousin. She pretended not to know me and clung sweetly to Leo, saying, "This apartment was bought by my hubby, fully paid for." All the relatives were praising them as a loving couple. To keep me from exposing her, Elsa came over to warn me, "I’m just helping a friend deal with marriage pressure. If you mess this up, we’re done." So, I sincerely offered my congratulations. "Since Leo and I seem to have the same taste in houses and women, I’ve got some wedding supplies that I’m sure he’ll like. I’ll gift them to you both." That was when Elsa finally started to panic.

Five years after I died, Delia—my wife, a doctor—tried to dump her first love's new mess on me again. She stormed into my old place, waving some fake agreement with my name on it, but all she found was dust. Panicking, she ran downstairs and cornered the shop owner. "William?" he said. "He's been dead five years. Heard the family of that malpractice case found him. Stabbed him up bad." Delia laughed it off, like the guy was making it up. "So what if he got suspended? He's still sulking over that?" She rolled her eyes. "Tell him this—he's got three days. If he doesn't show, I'm cutting off his sister's cancer treatment." She muttered something ugly, slammed the door, and left. The shop owner just watched her go, shaking his head. "There's no sister left," he said quietly. "She died years ago... couldn't pay for treatment."

My wife is the daughter of a top jewelry tycoon. She accused me of pushing her mother down the stairs to steal the family fortune and had me thrown in prison. While I was locked up, her people disfigured my face and crushed my hands—the same hands that once played the piano. After my release, I run from her like a madman. Just like she said I would, I give up and start mooching off a wealthy woman. But then, she clings to me and begs me not to leave.

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

นิยายมีทั้งหมด 2 เรื่อง คือ กลรักรณพีย์ และ กรงรักรามินทร์ (พระเอกทั้งสองเรื่องเป็นเพื่อนกันค่ะ) กลรักรณพีย์ (รณพีย์ x พลอยชมพู) “อย่ามาแตะตัวฉัน” พลอยชมพูถอยห่างและส่งเสียงแข็งปรามอีกฝ่ายเมื่อเขากำลังยื่นมือหมายจะเชยคางของเธอ “อย่าหวงตัวไปหน่อยเลย เพราะถ้าคุณหวงตัวกับผม พ่อของคุณนั่นแหละจะเจ็บตัว” นี่หรือคนที่เธอเคยชื่นชมว่าเป็นสุภาพบุรุษ ตอนนี้เขาทำกับเธออย่างป่าเถื่อนและโหดร้าย เพียงเพราะต้องการที่จะใช้เธอเป็นเครื่องมือแก้แค้นพ่อของเธอ ผิดด้วยหรือที่เขาใจร้าย ในเมื่อเขาถูกกระทำให้เป็นแพะรับบาปว่าฆ่าพ่อตัวเองก่อน และเธอ...ก็เป็นเครื่องมือที่ดีที่สุดที่เขาจะใช้ในการแก้แค้น กรงรักรามินทร์ (รามินทร์ x มีนานุช) ดวงตาของเธอ...มองไม่เห็น เพราะผลพวงจากการเกิดอุบัติเหตุครั้งนั้น อุบัติเหตุที่พรากแม่ของเธอไปตลอดกาล หากเป็นไปได้เธอก็อยากจะจากโลกนี้ไปพร้อมกับแม่ จะได้ไม่ต้องมาถูกคนเป็นพ่อบังคับให้แต่งงานกับคนที่พรากชีวิตแม่ของเธอไป เพราะต้องการเงินมาใช้หนี้

On the third month after our breakup, my ex-boyfriend, Julius Rowe, pins me onto the bed and ravages me tirelessly. But the thing is, he used to be very gentle with me when it came to bedroom matters. Scared out of my wits, I try to flee from him. "Stop it! You weren't like this before!"

At the parent-teacher conference, Emery Carey's essay, My CEO Mom, won first place, earning thunderous applause from the class. But the mood soured when my daughter ran to me in tears, her cheeks marked with red handprints. "Emery hit me again. He said I don't belong in his class and spat in my face." I scooped her up and marched to the teacher to demand answers. The teacher brushed it off. "It's just kids' horseplay. Don't blow it out of proportion. Emery's mother is the CEO of Mills Group. Get the picture and pull your kid out. Don't affect the mood." I froze, shocked by the absurdity. Then I dialed my lawyer. "Prepare the divorce agreement. Olivia is leaving with nothing." She'd been using my money to fund her lover and his son. That betrayal would not go unpunished.