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"120 million, going, going," the auctioneer announced, a proud smile gracing my face as I became Jaylen's dollar price doll. The smile faded the moment I heard, "200 million," some random young man raised his number with a smirk on his face from the other side of the hall, I guess this person was trying to challenge Jaylen but this wasn't the time for that. Kylie Candace Kazimir is one of the highest paid assassins but what happens when she is given a job by an anonymous person to eliminate one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. How will this one job affect her life? who gave her this Job and why? let's watch and see how Kylie will manage to pull this off or will she?

Zoe was never meant to obey. Born to power and raised in chaos, she and her notorious Shadow Gang ruled Diamond Ville with pranks, secrets, and strength. But one explosive mistake lands them in Asheville Academy—a brutal school for the supernatural elite where silver fences bite and trust is a liability. When Zoe discovers she’s fated to five powerful, unpredictable mates—each from rival packs—the stakes become deadly. Love was never part of the plan. Neither was betrayal. Now the Shadow Gang must survive training rooms that break bones, enemies who play nice with knives, and a prophecy that could end everything. Zoe’s heart might not survive five fates. But the world won’t survive what happens if she rejects them. Witty, wild, and addictive—every encounter with the Alphas is where danger kisses destiny.

They abused her. Used her for their dirty work. Humiliated her publicly. Treated her like filth on their shoes. They called her an omega. A servant. A mistake. But the Moon never forgot her name. Daeira (Day-rah) *Dee* to her friends, doesn't remember the night her family was slaughtered. She doesn't know she's the last living heir of the Seralyn Pack, sacred white wolves descended from the Moon Goddess Selene. Blessed with lunar & healing magic, divine power, and moon fire in their blood. All she knows is cruelty, hunger, and survival in the most ruthless pack in existence. Raised by the wolves who killed her bloodline, Daeira has spent her life in the shadows, beaten, starved, silenced. She hides her strength. Hides her power. Hides the truth of what her wolf really is. Until the night she turns eighteen... and the Moon wakes her. Her wolf rises in a blaze of silver flame, and for the first time, Daeira sees what she really is, chosen, divine, and deadly. But when her fated mate, the Alpha's son, rejects her in front of the entire pack, everything shatters. She doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She runs. Because Daeira isn't the broken little thing they raised in a cage. She's the prophecy made flesh. And the world has no idea what's coming. An ancient evil is spreading through the wolf realm. The rift to the hell realm has cracked wide open. Demons walk the earth. Angels are falling from the skies to stop them. And Daeira? She's the only one who can close the breach. The wolves who cast her out are about to learn: The Moon doesn't bless without purpose. She sure as hell doesn't forgive. ✅ Reverse Harem/Dark Romance ✅ Rejected mate ✅ Dark Magic/Demons ✅ Hidden goddess bloodline

I thought about him again today. God, I'm so fucked up. I want my brother to ruin me. I want his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, his name the only word I can remember when he's done with me. I want him to push me against a wall and take everything I've been begging him for in the dark. The worst part? He's not even really my brother. I found out the night I came home, hospital mix-up, swapped at birth, the daughter they raised isn't the daughter they made. Which means Damien Nightbane, the man who's haunted my dirtiest fantasies since I was eighteen, the man whose touch makes me wet and desperate and insane... he's not off-limits anymore. Except he is. Because he raised me. Protected me. Watched me grow up. And I spent two years running from the way his eyes follow me, from the tension that crackles between us, from desires so shameful I can only confess them to a stranger online. A stranger who knows exactly what I want. A stranger who tells me my fantasies aren't wrong. A stranger who makes me feel seen in ways no one else ever has. I should have known better. Should have realized that the man who whispers dark promises through a screen and the man who grips my shoulders too tight in hallways might be the same person. But by the time I figured it out, his hands were already on me. And Damien Nightbane doesn't let go of what's his. Warning: This is a dark, explicit romance featuring a possessive, obsessive billionaire and the woman he's been waiting years to claim. Contains mature themes, explicit content, and a "brother" who's definitely NOT playing nice.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

Whispers of Loyalty isn’t just a love story. It’s a storm of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Alana Vittore has always been the perfect daughter that’s delicate, graceful, and untouchable in the shadow of her powerful mafia family. But when Zach Pierce walks into her world, everything she thought she knew begins to crack. He’s reckless and raw, the kind of man who should have been nothing more than a distraction. Instead, he becomes her greatest temptation. What Alana doesn’t know is that Zach carries his own secrets, dark truths tied to bloodlines and betrayals that could destroy everything between them. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is weakness, the two of them are forced to choose: obey the empire that raised them or burn it all down for each other. Every glance is dangerous. Every kiss is a risk. And every whisper might be their undoing.

For years the town had been led by the Valladolid family, the farmers had always been mistreated, there had never been support for their families, they just worked to make Mrs. Valeria Valladolid reacher until Erika married her son. She promised big changes and Mrs. Valeria promised to get her out of the way. That's exactly what happens when Erika's accused of the accident that took the lives of many farmers. Due to her mental state, she's sent to the mental hospital of the town where she meets Marcos Montiel, who shares the same fate as her. Together, they unite forces to get out of there and find their revenge. What will happen when she learns her baby wasn't born dead, but has been raised with the idea that her mother killed all those people 7 years ago?

Mavis Charter-Briar had always been the obedient and martyr wife of Grayson Briar, the CEO of a top-performing company and the supposedly husband-to-be of her stepsister five years ago. Not once did she ever complain or thrown tantrums about her loveless marriage just to make sure that Grayson wouldn’t leave her. However, all of that came to waste when her stepsister came to claim what should be hers. It was easy to throw her out of the marriage and even with Mavis’s sudden disappearance, no one seemed to have cared about it. However, after almost two years, Mavis suddenly returned without any recollection of her past. She emerged as a seemingly different person—bolder, rebellious, and cunning. Will the new her take the path of vengeance? Or will the real Mavis stop her from ruining the lives of those who raised her?

For nearly five centuries, no child has drawn a first breath. The Creator sealed the womb of the world, and humanity learned to live without its future. But in the depths of Triune, another kind of genesis rose. From the Middle comes a child with power and lineage to rival the Creator. Not born, but woven. Not raised, but awakened. Bodies shaped by design. Souls coaxed from silence. Each one a crafted echo of what humanity once was. Those who survive their emergence ascend to the Upper. Those who falter are reclaimed by the dark. On the night meant to mark their passage into adulthood, five friends stumble upon a truth older than scripture and sharper than prophecy: The first humans were not what they were told. The gods were not who they claimed to be. And the Children of Triune were never meant to ask why. Some truths don't set you free, they come for you.

Ashbound Moon is a paranormal werewolf romance about fate, rejection, and the power that refuses to stay buried. On the night her bond is meant to be celebrated, Aria Marrow is publicly rejected by the Alpha Heir—only for the sacred Moonwater to turn black, marking her as something far more dangerous than “unwanted.” Hunted by the pack that raised her and betrayed by the destiny that named her, Aria flees through an ancient gate into rogue territory beneath an eclipsed moon. There, a ruthless, controlled rogue with molten-gold eyes recognizes the truth: the Moon didn’t choose Aria to belong to someone—it chose her to end something. Now Aria must survive pack politics, broken bonds, and a growing power awakening inside her… while the one who rejected her refuses to let her go, and the rogue who protects her may be the only one who can teach her what she truly is.