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Sera Ashvale has spent her whole life being invisible. No wolf, no rank, no future. Just a silver mark on her wrist her mother told her to keep covered and never question. When the Alpha King rejects her at Presentation Ceremony in front of everyone who matters, she walks out with her chin up and does not look back. What she does not know is that those three words did not end something. They cracked open a seal that someone paid to maintain for five hundred years. Beneath that seal is Lyra. The original wolf goddess. And she is waking up. Kael Dravon is the most powerful Alpha alive. He rejected Sera to protect his throne. What he does not know yet is that his bloodline is the reason the seal existed in the first place. The rejection was not the end of their story. It was the beginning of a correction five centuries overdue.

After bearing my fated mate's pup, I sank into severe postpartum depression. By day, as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, I had to hold myself together. By night, I let despair drown me. Time and time again, I picked up the silver dagger, ready to end it all. It was Alpha Raymond Kirk who held me, who told me over and over: "It's all right, Aurora. No matter what you become, our pup and I will always be here." For five whole years, I held it back. I didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Then one day, the pup cut his finger and let out a cry. I broke. I cut my wrist again. Raymond finally snapped. He shoved a fistful of calming herbs into my mouth. "How long are you going to keep this up? Are you trying to drive me and our pup insane?" "If you don't want to live, why don't you just die?" I swallowed in silence. And just like that, a thought came to me. Every night, Raymond murmured a girl's name in his sleep. She could replace me. She could be the mother our pup deserved. As for me—I should return to the Moon Goddess.

Would you fall in love with someone whose face you've never seen? Why does she captivate him so completely, even though all he has glimpsed are her eyes, peering through the veil’s delicate fabric? What secrets lie beneath? What past does she hide? Every detail about this woman is wrapped in mystery—unspoken truths, carefully guarded omissions, and a silence that speaks louder than words. A veil. A past. Secrets. A love that defies the odds. Are you ready to unravel the mystery behind the veil?

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My husband was ruled by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, enforcing rigid schedules that governed our household. On our daughter's birthday, he and his assistant showed up late. The girl, who mirrored her father's need for order, wasn't upset. She just smiled and invited them to cut her cake. My heart shattered as I watched their cream-covered faces and joyful photos. The next day, I handed him the divorce agreement, confusing him. "Just because Edith didn't cut the cake with you?" "Yes."

A fictional world set in our reality, wherein, when a person dies, they continue their life in an exact replica of the initial world, with no memory of what had happened previously. In this world, there are individuals, glitches if you will, that retain their memory when the shifting of reality occurs. These people are called primes. The Primes are created from the longing of existence (child- Infinity) trying to defeat its mother (grand-mother), nothingness. This brings in the main character, Jude, the key in bringing the salvation that existence requires. However, nothingness was able to infect some primes, called finite.... who want one thing only, to cut the natural, infinite flow of reality, and lead us back to the path of nothingness.

He married her to destroy her. Lucian Crane, Alpha King of the Ironfang Dominion, has spent seven years turning grief into a weapon. He believes Nyx Calloway took everything from him. So he takes her, forces her to the altar, puts her inside his house, and plans to strip her down until there is nothing left worth saving. Nyx has survived worse than him. Barely. She arrives with nothing but a sharp mouth and a wolf who has been silent for years. She knows what he wants. She knows what he plans. What she does not know is why her wolf stirs the moment she sees him, or why the most dangerous man she has ever faced looks at her like he is running out of reasons to hate her. The bond does not care about vengeance. It does not care about grief. It only knows one thing. “Mine, Mate.” Some marriages are prisons. Some are wars. This one… is both. And neither of them will survive it unchanged.

An accidental meeting makes Azkia Grizelle the wife of Deffin Wirata, a handsome young California lord who is allergic to women. Is Azkia strong enough to live a home life with a possessive and arbitrary young master? "I love you." Azkia "You already said that, I take it as a promise that you will never leave me, no matter what happens tomorrow and so on until death do us part. If you renege, don't blame me for insisting on keeping you by my side, even if I have to cut off both of your legs, I'll do it so that you can't move an inch from my side." Deffin.

When 18-year-old, Isabella goes on a grocery trip with her older sister, she finds herself connecting with widowed single father, Devon Black, and his young daughter, Sophie. Devon does not hesitate to offer her a job opportunity that she gladly considers taking. What she does not know nor expect is that this job will prove to be more life changing than she would have ever dreamed of.

My grandfather, the company’s chairman, had an unmistakable obsession with pink. Not only had he decorated his entire house in soft rosy hues, but he even had his newly purchased Rimac Nevera repainted in blush pink. I was home for the summer. On the day he got his new car, he excitedly asked me to drive him to work. We had just entered the underground parking garage when a black Rolls-Royce suddenly blared its horn and sped up to cut in front of me. It then slammed on the brakes without warning. Unable to react in time, I crashed straight into it. The driver lowered his window and cursed at me. His face was twisted with arrogance. “Are you blind? Vixen, can’t you drive?” Swallowing my anger, I retorted, “You were the one who deliberately cut me off. How can you twist this around and blame me?” He let out a mocking snort. “You women in pink cars are hopeless drivers, yet you still blame others? You had it coming. You must be a new intern. Let me tell you something. You’ve just hit the chairman’s car. Get ready to go bankrupt!” My grandfather and I exchanged a baffled look. If that was the chairman’s car, what were we in?