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My husband’s childhood sweetheart pushed me off the cruise ship on purpose when she found out I was pregnant. I did not scream for help. Instead, I held onto my mother-in-law, who had fallen in too, and fought to survive. In my last life, I had screamed for help in the sea. My husband jumped in with others and saved both me and his mother. But his beloved ex, stained with blood, attracted a shark and was torn apart in the water. After she died, my husband said she deserved it for pushing me. He treated me with care and guilt, acting like the perfect husband. But when the baby was born, he killed him. "It is your fault, you wretch. I lost the woman I loved because of you. Now it is your turn to feel that pain!” I used everything I had left to drag him to death with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the ocean—right before it all happened.

“Come on sweetie, don’t stand there acting like a saint. Two can play this game, you know,” I said to her. May walked in on her boyfriend in bed with her best friend, Sheena after he’d previously called off their wedding on a false account of infidelity on her part. Shattered by a combination of rejection and betrayal, she is determined to let go and heal but then a few weeks after, she is brought back to square one when she finds out she is pregnant with Drew’s baby. How would she receive this devastating news? What becomes of her after having the baby and she falls into the trap of Nelson, a manipulator and evil man? What happens when Drew discovers his whole life has been nothing but a lie and he’s been cajoled into making these decisions all this while? What becomes of his relationship with Sheena when he discovers her plot and the heartbreaking secret that had patterned his life all these years? Read to find out!

Chloe never planned to fall for a stranger twice her age. It was supposed to be one reckless night. No promises. No consequences. Until two red lines on a pregnancy test strip changed her life forever. What she never saw coming was that Vasili Ivanov wasn’t just a stranger like she thought but her father’s best friend whom he had been trying to bring back into their lives. And worse. He was also her ex-boyfriend’s father. ***** “Don’t tell my Dad about what happened last night. I know you won’t and can’t but I just wanted to remind you,” I told him and he chuckled, stepping closer. “Who says I can’t? I am your godfather, remember I owe it to your Dad to tell him when his daughter is being… Naughty.” My pulse spiked as he brushed his thumb across my lower lip. I closed my eyes, savoring the touch and fighting the urge to kiss it. “You still can’t resist me and you want to get married to that boy?” He teased, his voice low and filled with amusement. “Stop. Doing that. Don’t come close to me, and don’t… Don’t touch me,” I said, stepping back even though every fiber in my body ached for him. He raised his hand in surrender, giving me space. I felt empty without him near, and I hated it. “I never seem to be able to keep anything from your Dad. He has that effect on me.,” He smiled slyly. “But I promise to stay silent… Under one condition.” ———- ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ This is an 18+ age-gap romance filled with forbidden attraction and extremely explicit sexual content, shocking revelations, and a love that could ruin them all. Readers discretion is strongly advised.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

I gave Kenny everything—my love, my future, my dreams. I dropped out of school, worked multiple jobs, and sacrificed my ambitions to send him abroad. Seven years of loyalty, only to find him slipping a ring onto another woman’s finger. Back then, Kenny had nothing. I was his rock, his provider, his everything. But everything changed when he discovered the truth about his origins. "You're useless, Ivana. An illiterate nobody. I could never marry someone like you." His fiancee smirked, resting a hand on her stomach—pregnant with his child. Kenny, once the man who swore forever to me, now looked at me like I was dirt beneath his feet. That’s when I learned the painful truth: A man's love isn't measured in his lowest state, but when he rises. And Kenny had risen—without me. Shattered, I ran. I didn't know where until I found myself at a railway entrance, tears blurring my vision. "Having a bad day?" A deep, smooth voice pulled me from my despair. Josh Williams. A billionaire with his own game. He offered me a deal—one that would change everything. "Marry me. No strings attached. You need a fresh start, and I need a wife." But what I didn’t know? Josh was Kenny’s brother. And his proposal wasn’t just about saving me—it was about buying time. Then the wedding flyers surfaced. Kenny lost it. He couldn’t stand the idea of me being with Josh, and their father was even worse. An illiterate like me had no place in their family. And just like that, the battle lines were drawn—love, power, and inheritance at stake. This time, I wasn’t just playing. I was winning.

We grew up in the same neighborhood, his parents are billionaires, while my parents worked for his parents, but they were too nice, to sponsor my education. I went to the same school he attended, he protected me from being bullied, while I help him with his assignments and to keep up his grade. He is a great dancer, and I dance very well too, we usually practice together, we read together, and he tells me everything about himself while I tell him almost everything about myself too. He was everything to me, he was that brother I never had, and I was the sister he never had, people see us more like siblings than just friends, because of our closeness, and because of his status and protectiveness, I also became popular. I watch him date hot beautiful girls, he asks me for advise him, on how best to treat them and I tell him, but I was dying inside, he even encouraged me to date one of his friends, and I did, just because he said it, but I could never love his friend, the way I love him. I really want to leave the friend's zone, but I am scared, telling him how I feel, might put a strain, on our friendship, and that is worse, than death itself, but how long can I keep hiding my feelings for him, I really need to leave the friend's zone.

My girlfriend and I were reborn, returning to the cramped basement apartment we rented right after graduation. We silently walked out the door together, neither of us mentioning staying together. She went abroad with her childhood sweetheart to further her studies while I stayed behind, grinding away at my company. Seven years later, she became a rising young designer with a bright future and a happy family. I was still grinding away at the same company. When we met again, she clung to her childhood sweetheart's arm, looking down at my slightly disheveled state with a mocking smile. "Long time no see. How did you end up looking like a beggar?" I ignored her. However, later, when the powerful, world-renowned CEO of a top design firm clung to my arm, acting sweetly, her face twisted with panic. "Alex Prescott! How can you be so close with another woman?!"

Zendaya was hated and plotted against by every member of her Pack ,her parents died immediately she turned Eighteen years old due to an ancient prophecy which her parents refused to listen to. After their deaths she was accused of flagitious crimes by her uncle ,whose sole aim is to become the ruler of Elite Pack which led to the people throwing her out of the pack under the influence of her uncle's manipulative schemes. Immediately she stepped foot out of her Pack she became sentimental and suddenly found herself acting like a lunatic ,this was as a result of the evil magic used on her. Left wandering on the streets ,she came across so many pernicious things which are meant to subdue her but Dave came to her rescue ......but that marks the beginning of a new found devil and she must learn to survive on her own otherwise they won't spare her. But What happens when her powers emerges on the full moon night? She won't spare anyone

Slaine Amaris Aranza is a loving sister, a best friend, a good listener, and a hardworking daughter. She possesses beauty that can enthrall men and a personality that makes people admire her. Not everyone will like you, especially when you have the things, the attention they haven't. Instead, they'll bask in delight when they see you fail. Despite being kind and approachable to everyone, Slaine still receives some shaming about her past and unconfirmed current romantic relationships. She has a long list of suitors, but no one has her attention these days except one. Her crush, whose she's been eyeing for three years. The man who always wore stoical expression and academically focused type of guy. She did everything for him to notice her. She provoked him, tagging around and acting like as if she had a right on him. Until such time that infatuation she has for him turned to affection. Will the man she loves be attracted not only on her enthralling beauty but also on her personality?

Sebastian's voice came from behind her, low and knowing. "You want to get back at them, don't you?" Kaira's gaze remained fixed on the disappearing figure of her sister, her emotions simmering just below the surface. She hated how easily Sebastian read her, seeing depths others missed. "Yes," she confessed, her voice laced with venom. "I want them to feel the same pain I feel." Sebastian stepped forward, his eyes locking onto hers as he gently wiped away the tears threatening to spill. His touch was soothing, but his words sparked a fire within her. "You can't take them down in your current state," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "But I can. I can make them pay, princess." Kaira's focus snapped to his, curiosity igniting in her eyes. "How?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Sebastian's smirk was a slow, deliberate curve of his lips. "Marry me," he said, the words dropping like a bombshell. Kaira's eyes widened, shock etched on her face.