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Amberly, the daughter of the head warrior, thought her life was perfect. She's dating the Alpha's son, she's a medical miracle by having a twin brother. But there's one very important she hasn't told anyone. She's cursed. But when the Devil Alpha comes hunting her down, will she reveal her secret or will she sacrifice herself to protect the people that she loves?

"He sold his soul to the devil for fame, money and power" At least that's what people think... Some call him the devil's son Some call him a devil's incarnate Some call him devil himself But it's doesn't matter for Ryan himself.... He lived for more than a century, but he wasn't immortal. He had no desire to be. Well that's what he thought.... Living by a curse for all this years made Ryan this way, there is only one he wants, only thing he has been craving for years, and that is gem stone.... The jewel that was once held in the hands of an angelic being from the heavens. The very same angel that created his cursed existence. A beautiful but dangerous angelic creature that is still on the loose. Ryan didn't know anything about this gem stone or its history until he met..... Aurora, his bethroned.........

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.

Elara Quinn never intended to belong to a man like Dominic Voss. Struggling to survive after one reckless decision shatters her fragile stability, Elara is forced into the orbit of the most dangerous man in the city—a ruthless empire builder whose name commands fear and silence. Dominic Voss doesn’t offer rescue. He offers ownership disguised as protection. Cold, controlled, and merciless, Dominic rules his world with iron discipline. He should see Elara as a liability, someone to discard once her usefulness ends. Instead, her sharp tongue and quiet resilience awaken an obsession he refuses to name. What begins as a calculated arrangement soon becomes a game of power, desire, and control neither of them can escape. Trapped in Dominic’s mansion under rules she never agreed to, Elara walks a thin line between defiance and surrender. Every encounter tests her limits. Every touch pulls her deeper into a bond forged from fear, hunger, and undeniable attraction. Dominic’s protection becomes a cage—and the only thing keeping her alive. As enemies close in and Dominic’s dark past resurfaces, Elara uncovers the truth behind why he chose her—and the cost of remaining by his side. Loving Dominic Voss means surrendering safety, freedom, and possibly her soul. But walking away from him may be the most dangerous choice of all.

I DIED ON MY THIRD-YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.. ... right when my husband ditched me for his childhood lover alongside a cruel push.. However, I found myself back on earth five weeks later, not as a ghost, but as my usual self with no memory of the past. I was also forced to believe my pregnancy belonged to my saviour, and I lived in that web of lies until I met the man my son looked exactly like -- The devil. My Ex! This time, he seems to be very different and regretful, but I will surely make him pay, especially with the memories recovery.. Ugh.. If only our son wasn't on the way!!

"Do anyone have reasons why this couples shouldn't get married?" The priest had asked. The bride found the question not necessary because she was sure there was no one against their union, but surprisingly to her, three masked men harmed to the teeth stepped into the church and their presence alone sent shivers down the spines of everyone. "We are against this union." One of them said grumpily. "Who-who are you... And why-why are you against this union?" The priest managed to ask. "Because our boss can't stand his lady getting married to someone else" His reply left everyone dumfounded. ***** After moving out of the orphanage with her friends, Rebecca decided to start afresh and forget everything about her dark past, including everyone associated with it. Her life was the perfect definition of peacefulness, she had learned to leave peacefully and happily with her friends. She found love and everything was going smoothly, not until the day of her wedding which was supposed to be her happiest day. At the last moment of getting married, unknown gunmen stormed the church, and abducted her, leaving everyone dumfounded. When she woke up the next day, she found herself in the devil's lair, the devil who haunted her in her dreams, the devil who once took what belonged to her. Her breath seized at that instant and she had to remind herself that whatever sin she would sin now would be killing the devil, not falling for him like she did in the past. But will she be able to betray her heart? Will the devil let her kill him? And will he surrender to her vengeance, or does he have a trap waiting in the shadows?

Lizzy is trying to escape her past. Shielding herself from the dangers that may lead to her death one day. She has managed to keep a low profile and be safe for the last five years. But after a stupid video goes viral, she is not so sure anymore. Now, she is terrified all the time. Panics at the sight of men in dark suits and black cars. Even the thought of stepping out of her home fills her with dread. What would she do when a certain dangerous man from her past is done with the game of chase they have been playing? What if now he is desperate for a confrontation? And has a proposal that she might not refuse? How would she answer all the questions she left behind after escaping the world from which no one ever returned alive? The Perazzo Series: Book 2 [Standalone With Spoilers] NOTE: This book contains mystery and suspense elements, and not all the questions will be immediately answered.

Flora Harper was sold to the most feared warlock, Blade Yarrow, by her father to clear his debt. Luckily for the young Flora, her master seems to have taken a liking to her, making her feel safe and taken care of. But what she doesn’t know is, that her dark past is on its way to ruin everything she has ever dreamt of.

The day I found out I was pregnant with my second child, the impossible happened: the baby in my womb spoke. "Stupid sister, are you even listening? Mom said that as soon as you graduate, she's selling you off. That money is for my future wedding!" My daughter went still. She didn't say a word, didn't confront me, didn't even cry. She just quietly applied to study abroad. And from that day on, I never heard from her again. My husband, seeing how devastated I was, moved to comfort me. But the baby's voice cut through the silence once more. "Comfort her? You're the biggest fool in this house! When I'm born, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' My real dad is that handsome guy from the bar!" The color drained from Sean's face. Before I could utter a word of explanation, he dragged me straight to the hospital for a paternity test. The results came back quickly—my best friend had pulled some strings to expedite them. And there it was, in cold, clinical print: NO PATERNITY BIOLOGICALLY ESTABLISHED. He didn't let me speak. He filed for divorce immediately. In a panic, the baby's voice cried out from inside me again, "Why is the idiot backing out now? Did he finally figure out Mom tricked him? The one who saved his life all those years ago wasn't her—it was her best friend!" That one sentence shattered my entire world. My husband turned his back on me and married my best friend. As for me… the shock and grief hit me like a physical blow. I felt a hot, sudden gush of blood. Before the doctors could save me, I died on that cold hospital bed, my hands clutching my swollen belly, my mind still reeling, unable to comprehend how my life had unraveled so completely. It wasn't until I was reborn, and once again heard the treacherous little voice inside me, that I finally began to understand the truth.