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"I, Alpha Zeke of the Bloodcrawl Pack, reject you, Ivy Hale, as my mate." "I, Ivy Hale, do not accept your rejection." She was supposed to cry, plead, beg—but she didn’t. Instead, Ivy smirked, teased, and made it her mission to get under his cold, controlled skin. Zeke is the ultimate Alpha: dominant, unyielding, and impossible to sway. Ivy? Bold, fiery, and stubborn enough to challenge him at every turn. Now, she’s everywhere he doesn’t want her—sparring in his training ground, lounging in his favorite chair, whispering sass that makes his wolf restless. Will Ivy’s audacity be enough to break the unbreakable Alpha? Or will family secrets, deadly pack politics,and a past that

Athena Cole was the best player on the ice until the boy she trusted asked her to throw the championship game and she believed him. One viral humiliation later, she jumps into a lake and is removed from her team. Unexpectedly she gets an offer from Jeremiah Ashford, the one person whose team she never wanted to help. The deal is simple, she rebuilds his struggling Falcons using everything she knows about Luca Ryder and he gets her to the elite women’s national development training camp but what is not simple for Athena is Jeremiah himself. When Luca comes back wanting forgiveness, Sienna comes for her position on the board and the truth about what Luca has done before surface

Hester is an aspiring musician, floundering through small gigs in London pubs. When an act of kindness makes her a viral sensation, she's swept up under the wing of wealthy superstar Sy Dage. She's finally made it--with one catch. she is actually a high fae of the Seelie Court, taking part in the time-honored tradition of her people to sojourn for a lifetime or so in the mortal plane, experiencing the mortal world and contributing to its arts. And Sy Dage is a fae of the Unseelie. The deep hatreds and tensions between their courts threaten to kill Hester's dreams--and the burgeoning connection, musical and otherwise, between her and Sy. What will she risk for mortal ambition...and for mortal

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy. They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock. I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them. He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?" Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

At the year-end company meeting, I was announcing the bonuses when a new employee suddenly raised her hand. "Over at the other company, they handed out two boxes of imported cherries at their annual party," she said, shaking her phone. "And we only get performance bonuses?" The video, maliciously edited, went viral online and hit the trending list the very next day. I had the finance department cancel all the year-end bonus transfers. "If cherries are what really count as a gesture of goodwill," I said, "then this year's year-end benefit will be cherries—fifty boxes per person." When they saw the mountain of cherries piling up before them, the employees who had once joined in mocking me

"Breaking News! A certain A-lister was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night because of… anal fissures!" "This just in—a certain A-lister is witnessed being carted out of the elite heir's residence!" As I read the viral headlines featuring myself, I can't help but clench my fists tightly. "What the heck? Who came up with these stupid rumors anyway? I went to the hospital to get my hemorrhoids removed!" And here I am, thinking about why my long-time rival, Pierce Kirkland, had decided to invite me over to his place for a candlelit dinner in the first place. It turns out that he wanted to watch me embarrass myself after eating a spicy meal! But after Pierce makes a shoutout on a

Five years ago, on the day when Isla realized she was pregnant with her boyfriend Alpha Adrian's child and excited to tell him, her life shattered in one night -- her Beta parents turned out to be Lycan spies and ruined Adrian's entire pack. Isla had no choice but to fled for her life after Adrian killed her parents before her eyes and believed IsIa was also part of the Lycan schemes. Five years later, hidden in a quiet human town with her young son Noah, Isla has built a new life far from the werewolf world. However, one viral post about her bakery exposed her location to Adrian. Captured and dragged back to Adrian's pack, Isla had to face her sin, love, desire and hatred this time....

"I’ve thought it through. I'll marry the Ashford family’s comatose heir." Rhea Vaughn leaned against the doorway of the Vaughn family’s old residence, her red lips curving into a sharp, mocking smile. The cigar in Victor Vaughn’s hand nearly slipped and fell onto the priceless Persian carpet. He jerked upright from his leather chair, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretching open as his face lit up. "Rhea, you’ve come around? That’s wonderful! The Ashfords have been pressing hard. You’ll need to marry into Harborwyn within two weeks. What style of wedding dress do you like? I will have someone order it for you—" "That’s it?" Rhea let out a cold laugh. "I’m taking your beloved ill

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs

Evelyn’s voice was low, sharp as glass. “I want BR Corporations in ruins. Buy the shares. Bleed it dry. I want him to watch everything he stole from me burn.” Alexander Veylor leaned back in his chair, the faintest curve on his lips. His eyes didn’t soften — they pinned her in place, assessing, amused. “You’re bold, Mrs. Smith. But nothing in this world comes for free.” "I'm no more Mrs. Smith." "I'm now Evelyn Brooks." Her jaw tightened. “Name your price.” He stood, towering, the weight of his presence filling the room. “Marriage.” His voice was final, merciless. “You want my power? Then you’ll wear my name.” For a moment, silence stretched — dangerous, electric. Evelyn