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A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.

The werewolf world has changed. There was no longer mate because all she werewolf vanished. As a result, all werewolves were forced to mate with humans. Xavier was the king of werewolves. He wanted to fall in love and claim a mate who will be his queen. But he can't do that because his parents have already fixed his marriage with their friend's daughter, Luna.Luna is an only she werewolf in existence. She has lived her entire life in isolation to protect herself. Her parents have fixed her marriage with the werewolf king Xavier since only he can protect her.

This was the second time I lived this life. I was the last descendant of the serpent-kin. I treated men’s fertility issues and other similar problems. In the previous timeline, my adoptive parents chased me out of the house as a way to appease their true daughter, Cynthia, that they had reunited with. Lester Ward offered me his company’s shares and a luxury mansion to persuade me to marry his grandson. His only condition was for me to cure his barren grandson, Matthew Ward. In the end, I did so, and Matthew married me. However, on our wedding night, he forced me to reveal my serpent-kin guise and show him my tail. Then, he extracted my scales and sold me to a red-light district abroad. Only then was I made aware that he had been having a secret affair with Cynthia this whole time. “You’re just a greedy beastfolk who wants the matriarch position of the Ward family! Cynthia is my true love. I was cured when I slept with her. You waited in my room all this time just to pretend to treat me! Cynthia thought that we were really together and ran off. In the end, she was killed by some fiends! Aren’t you a serpent-kin? Your kind is loose and immoral. Well, you will die here in this den of iniquity!” I closed my eyes and waited for death. However, when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in time at the moment Lester came asking for my help. I waved him off. “Your grandson’s condition is a curse, not a medical affliction. No one can treat him.”

“If freedom is not written in my fate, give me death! ~ Skyla Creswell Skyla Creswell, an Omega from the Red Moon Pack had been bullied all her life. Despite the hardships, her fate threw her way, Skyla tried to have a strong head and never give up. Her only goal in life was to ace the entrance exam and get into Isle University, the only prestigious University in the Werewolf World, and get away from her traumatizing pack. But on the day of the exam, she is locked up in the men's washroom and was on the verge of being sexually abused by one of the betas. Skyla was heartbroken when she missed the exam. Little was she aware that her entire world would come crashing down when her very own blood would sell her for a night to the Crystal Blue Pack. When she felt it was the end of her life, Moon Goddess ushered in with a ray of light. The Omega, called mateless when she was still single at the age of 22, was given the most precious gift by fate: her mate, none other than the great Lycan King Lucas, the strongest and invincible. Will the most potent Lycan protect her and treasure her or reject her like trash for being weak and coming from a lower class? Read the story to unfold Skyla's life! Instagram ID: @athena_abloom

The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away. Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo. "Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?" I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?" That's when he panics.

On my birthday, my adopted sister, Sophia Norris, frames me for soiling her dress and causing her to not be able to attend the banquet. My older brothers, Gerald and Gary Moore, immediately demand that I give my gown to Sophia. Otherwise, they will cancel the birthday banquet. Furious, I point at them while screaming, "I didn't ruin her dress at all! She was the one who splashed red wine onto it! "Also, I will never give my gown to her! My best friend designed it for me!" As soon as my words fall, Gerald commands the bodyguards to tear the gown from my body. At the same time, Gary picks up a wine glass and dumps red wine onto my face. "It's bad enough that you constantly bully Sophia! Today, her crush, Zachary Green, will be attending the banquet too! Do you have any idea how long she has prepared for this day to come?" Gerald adds, "A vile woman like you doesn't have the right to be born, let alone celebrate your birthday!" After that, a few bodyguards drag me into the basement. Immediately, pitch-black darkness swallows me. I have severe asthma. Breathing becomes insanely difficult for me as seconds tick by. I keep screaming loudly and calling for help, but all I hear is laughter coming from the banquet upstairs. It isn't until the banquet is well underway that Gerald and Gary remember that I exist. But I've already died in the cramped basement.

Elsa is a werewolf with alpha blood separated from her pack after years of war. Her inability to shift from a childhood trauma causes the other werewolves to segregate her, believing her to be a human. Unable to shift to her wolf form until she is almost at capture point after a raid. Damian has a soft spot for her, helping her all the years they have known each other. Protecting her from both their attacks and human, but she is yet to realize her feeling for him with her wolf locked deep within her. Things only take an unlikely turn when they catch the eye of a harsh alpha’s beta, Caspian, who wants them to join his alpha’s pack. Their refusal fuels his hate for them, more when he loses his men trying to fight them. Does things get worse for Elsa when everyone realizes she is a Luna in the making, or Caspian failure bodes more than just the tip of a few men dying?

Aria Hale was struggling to make money to cover her family’s growing debts. Xavier De Luca, a powerful and selective billionaire, had a strict preference when it came to women. Aria happened to meet his conditions, and the two made an agreement—she would stay by his side as his lover and stand-in wife, while he would take care of her financial problems.

The nights in Vicente were a coexistence of order and gunfire. Tonight was the wedding, ten years overdue, between Anthony Oliver, the don of the Oliver mafia family, and Mabel Samson, the woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayals, and underworld wars. A top-tier luxury hotel had been cleared by the family's soldati. Below them glittered a sea of city lights; above them bloomed fireworks commissioned for the future Donna alone. The man known for his ruthlessness knelt on one knee with a rare diamond ring, his eyes filled with rare tenderness. "Mabel," he said, "you walked through hell at my side. Let me give you peace for the rest of your life." It seemed that all the sacrifices and patience had finally led somewhere. However, just as Mabel's fingers were about to touch the ring, a piercing scream came from above. "Don't! Anthony! Save me!" That single cry drew all of Anthony's attention away. The girl was not unfamiliar to Mabel. Two years earlier, Anthony's twin brother had been tortured to death by a rival mafia family while covering his retreat. His body was never recovered. And Cheryl Reyes was the fiancée he had protected with his life. Mabel watched as the man she loved abandoned everything without hesitation and ran toward another woman. She stepped forward and tried to stop him. "Don't go. The wedding isn't over." However, when their eyes met, the Don accused her coldly of being heartless and selfish. And in that moment, Mabel felt tired. Perhaps it was time, just once, to choose herself over the Family.