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volume 1 Are you trying to say that you want to eliminate the king?" Eve asked in a low voice. Even though she has torture a lot of people, killing the king will be a very difficult task and the fact that she hasn't even killed anyone before. "You heard me right Eve. He embarrassed me today right in front of everyone, and this is not the first time of him doing that. I'm the one who made him what he is today, and this is what I get." Mr Travis said, gritting his teeth in anger. A romance between a vicious maid and obnoxious prince. Eve is a girl raised to be vicious by her uncle after her parents death. She was sent to the castle as a maid to execute the king, but by mistake she became a maid to Eric, a obnoxious and conceited prince. Having no choice but to be the prince maid, she looked for ways to become the king's maid, until she made a with the prince to be his special maid for two month. "I'm definitely not going to keep up with this for two months." She thought. "What are you looking at?" He asked, noticing how she was looking at him so intently. "Nothing." She said looking from him. Will she be able to put up with his annoying demands? Volume 2 Liz, a innocent and nice girl working with the royal family to support her family got noticed by David, a young and handsome who had been with a lot of young girl. He was baffled when his hands couldn't get the one his eyes has caught. To what extent will he go just to let her body become his or something unexpected will happen between the both of them.

She was supposed to be a tool for diplomacy—a human pawn dropped into a den of ancient, predatory monsters. The Sovereign Vampire King didn’t want a pawn. He claimed his Fated Queen. For four hundred years, Lucian has stood as the Sovereign lord of a vast, 150,000-acre sanctuary in the Scottish Highlands, guarding the hidden gateways to the ancient Elven and fairy realms. But centuries of brutal warfare and deep isolation have taken their toll. Fading, weary, and resigned to a slow, reclusive death, the legendary vampire king is ready to let his kingdom crumble into dust. ​Then comes Rebecca. ​A brilliant human scholar with a fierce wit and an unmatched knowledge of history, Rebecca arrives at the castle to catalog its ancient archives. Instead, she uncovers the spark that brings the dying king back to life. The catastrophic power of the mate bond snaps tight, Lucian is fully resurrected—and not a moment too soon. Rebecca thought her biggest challenge would be surviving the dark, brutal politics of King Lucian’s highland fortress. Instead, she finds a fierce, protective brotherhood and a love that defies the centuries. But peace is a luxury they cannot afford. Deep within the western woods, the arrogant Forest Elven Elders are hoarding a stolen primordial magic—and they are willing to burn the entire realm to ash to keep their secrets hidden. As Leirick mobilizes his full elven army, Lucian and Rebecca must unite vampires, wolves, and dark elves to fight a war for survival. The elders think they are marching to victory... but the Queen is setting a trap that will lead them straight to their graves. A high-stakes paranormal romance filled with fated mates, found family, fierce warlords, and a brilliant human queen who refuses to bow. #VampireKing #ElvesandVampires #FatedMates #Alpha #FatedFamily #StrongHeroine

"You wanted me to fail," she yelled, her voice shaking with rage and desperation. "You wanted me to prove you right." "No." My voice was a low, feral growl. "I wanted to know if you'd stand your ground. And you did." You stood your ground, held my life in your hand, and chose to keep it breathing. That was all I needed to see. Her defiance was a thin wall, her trembling betraying her. "This doesn't make me yours." I leaned in, my lips a hair's breadth from hers. The scent of her… of wood smoke and sweat, and something wild and unmistakably Lyra… filled my senses. "You already are," I whispered against her lips. "Even in your hate." *************************************** Lyra, the last warrior-heir of Ravengarde, detests Kael, the cruel enemy alpha who murdered her family, burned her castle, and claimed her as his ruthless spoils. Imprisoned in his domineering Shadowfen Keep, her rage is a burning blaze, battling the forbidden, wild linkage that brings her closer with each bitter glance and each jealous touch. She promises to kill him, break free from his shadow magic, even as his control ignites a deadly, forbidden desire in her. But when Lyra learns the horrible truth… that the betrayal that had destroyed her clan was not schemed by Kael, but by her own ruthless bloodline in a lust for power… her world shatters. Every sadistic phrase, every brutal touch she endured under Kael's command now bears an abject truth: the enemy that she had sworn to kill was, in reality, protecting her, and is now very likely the only one who can save her from a much darker fate than his claim.

Prince Rafe leans over me, holding himself up on one elbow as he gazes at my face. I feel his eyes wandering over every surface from my brow to my eyes, down my nose, to my lips and chin, and then returning to hold my gaze for a second. The small smile at the corner of his mouth makes me think he likes what he sees. His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body. *** I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive. When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events. And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead. Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack? Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village. But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse. From the author of The Alpha King’s Breeder

I spend three torturous years in a dark underground cell after taking the fall for Cole Greyhouse, a member of the nobility. He once held my hand tightly and tearfully promised that he would wait for me to return. Then, he would take my hand in marriage. However, he doesn't show up on the day I'm released from prison. I head to the palace to look for him, but all I see is him with his arm around another woman. He also has a mocking smile on his face. "Do you really think a former convict like you deserves to become a member of the royal family?" Only then do I understand that he's long since forgotten about the three years he was supposed to wait for me. I'm devastated, and my heart dies. I accept the marriage my family has arranged for me. On the big day, Cole crashes my wedding with his comrades and laughs raucously. "Are you that desperate to be my secret lover, Leah? How dare you put on a wedding gown meant for a royal bride to force me into marriage? You're pathetic!" Just then, his uncle, Fenryr Greyhouse, the youngest Alpha King in Lunholm's history, hurriedly arrives. He drapes a shawl around my shoulders and slides a wedding ring onto my finger. That's when Cole panics.

Blanche Lucille Emerson, a relentless and calculating Captain haunted by the loss of her wife, Venus, in a mysterious accident. Now driven by a thirst for vengeance, Blanche navigates a world of secrets, betrayal, and political machinations as she digs into the layers of deceit that surround her family's powerful pharmaceutical empire. Alongside her, Yama Laine, a trusted ally, and Cessair, her estranged sister, reveal their own hidden agendas. Blanche uncovers a vast conspiracy linked to General Grey and an underground organization known as the Black Spectre, which her father, Silas Grey, once controlled. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes that not only her wife’s death but also her parents' and countless others' were orchestrated to protect a dark secret connected to her family. As Blanche takes calculated risks and enlists Yama’s help, her plan teeters between survival and self-destruction. Along the way, her encounters with spies like Aracelli and the revelation of her sister Cessair’s resentment deepen the conflict. Old alliances crumble, as personal motivations clash, and long-buried truths about her family and its ties to the Black Market come to light. All the while, Blanche's mind is torn between her mission and her lingering love for Venus. With a final showdown on the horizon, the question remains: Can Blanche take down the enemy and clear her family’s name, or will the weight of the past bury her alive? Catch-22: To Die is To Live Hard is a story of revenge, loyalty, and the heavy price of uncovering the truth.

I was the perfect wife. The Senator’s daughter. The woman who smiled while her world burned. For three years, I played the part. I ignored the lipstick on my husband’s collar, the late nights, and the cold indifference. I accepted the "open marriage" I never asked for, just to keep the peace. But peace is a lie. And tonight, I’m done playing by the rules. One night of rebellion at the city’s most exclusive underground club was supposed to be my escape. Instead, it was a collision course with the past. The Mercer Brothers. Silas, the ruthless king. Dante, the violent enforcer. Julian, the beautiful psychopath. They were my brother’s best friends. The men who warned me to stay away. The monsters who run this city from the shadows. Six years ago, they told me to run. Tonight, they blocked the exit. I thought the night couldn't get worse—until I went home and found out the truth. My husband didn't just cheat on me. He gambled me away. He owes the Mercers millions, and he just offered me as the collateral. Now, I belong to them. They say they want to protect me. They say they want to ruin me for anyone else. Silas commands. Dante breaks. Julian corrupts. I thought I was walking into a prison, but as the walls close in, I realize the terrifying truth: I’m not the victim in this story. I’m the weapon they’ve been waiting for.

On the first night of our graduation trip, Richard Clark, the class representative, suggests that we find our match via room numbers. "Let your luck decide your fate! You'll get to stay in the same room with your partner regardless of gender! How exciting is this?" Throughout my four-year college life, I've been in an underground relationship with Faye Lister for three years. No one knows about our relationship at all. I dig out a ball from the box and wait for my turn to get matched. When it's Faye's turn, she claims that her number is seven. That's when Richard raises his voice. "The other person who gets Room 7 is… Xavier Jensen!" Xavier, the guy whom Faye had once pursued in a grand fashion, shoots her a smile immediately. Everyone cheers on them, claiming that even God wants them to be together. I'm the only one who doesn't say anything. No one knows that I've heard Richard and Faye having a secretive conversation before the start of the game. "Find the ball with a circular bump. That's the mark I've specifically left for you and Xavier." As I watch Faye approach Xavier and arrange his collar with scarlet cheeks, I find myself smiling as well. It turns out that I've wasted three years waiting for Faye to announce our relationship. This time, I decide to be the one leaving this relationship.

SYNOPSIS Falling for a man feared by the city? Becoming the weakness of a monster who never believed in love? Susan Mac never intended to be anything more than honest, but loving Gregory Hale was the most dangerous mistake of her life. Susan enters Greg’s ruthless world of elite clubs, underground power, and corporate dominance with quiet grace, untouched by his reputation and unimpressed by his control. To a man who has spent his life equating love with weakness, her refusal to beg, chase, or submit becomes an addiction he never saw coming. What begins as desire turns into obsession, and for the first time, Greg doesn’t want to let go. But love makes enemies. A discarded one night stand consumed by obsession. A jealous former ally craving everything Greg owns. A father who despises softness as betrayal. As shadows close in, lies are planted, scandals staged, and trust deliberately shattered. When fabricated infidelity ignites Greg’s violent instincts, Susan is forced to choose between the man she loves and the woman she refuses to lose. As betrayal escalates into bloodshed, Susan becomes the target of a final, deadly obsession, one that will force Greg to confront the truth he’s been running from: love is not weakness… it is responsibility. In a world ruled by power, possession, and jealousy, can a woman who values emotional safety survive loving a man built by violence? Or will this love, deemed unworthy from the start, be the one that destroys them both before it has the chance to save them?

When the property manager calls me, I'm in the middle of picking out the curtains for my new home while sitting behind my desk. "Ms. Grant, the moving truck hired by your partner is stuck in the underground garage of the apartment. Do you need help dealing with this incident?" My hand, which is clutching the mouse, freezes at that moment. I haven't even received my keys to my new place. How can I possibly be moving my things there now? "But Matthew showed up with the permission slip that you signed and claimed the keys. Right now, he's carrying the bed into the master suite. "He told me that you've given him permission to let your relative, Ms. Rosalie Sullivan, and her child move into the apartment." Rosalie Sullivan. That name makes my head buzz loudly. I have practically worked myself to the bone for ten years to secure the internal allocation that got me this subsidized apartment in the city center. In fact, I've only received the notification that I'll be receiving this apartment yesterday. To think that Matthew Lowe actually has the audacity to receive the keys behind my back and give the apartment to someone else! As for Rosalie, she's the poor widow left behind by Matthew's best friend. She and her child are also the very same people whom I've personally supported out of my pocket and looked after for three years. I clutch my phone tightly at that moment.