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Terah's biggest mistake was helping Chet, a dreambender. That simple act of kindness led her to being killed thus making her a Forgotten, a wandering soul in the spiritual world. Sidapa, the god of Death, himself made a proposition. She will become his assassin and he will free her spirit from Dremlan, where her spirit was imprisoned. Not only that, he gave her another body to use so that she will be able to go back to the physical world.. Another problem came when her body nearly expired and she needed another body to use. She found out that her body was still okay and was just waiting for her spirit to return. Before that will happen, she will need to get back her essence that she gav

“Let’s play a game, little stepsister,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief as he stepped even closer to me, leaving no space between our bodies. “If you win, I’ll do as you wish and let you go.” His lips were inches away from my face. I was afraid that my heart would beat right out of my chest because this was wrong…all of it was. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what you want!” A wicked smirk curved his lips as he whispered, “Fine. I’ll shove my hand down your panties, and if you aren’t wet for me, you can go. Sounds fair?” My heart skipped a beat. Because I lost this game before it even started. *** After her father’s death, Filomena Averette’s life t

Venice once rejected Lucien during their university days, believing he was someone far beneath the world she desired. Ambitious and drawn to wealthy and famous men, she never imagined that the quiet man she dismissed would one day become someone powerful. Years later, Lucien has everything—wealth, influence, and a marriage arranged under complicated circumstances. During a grand Bachelor’s Party he hosts, fate brings Venice back into his life. The moment he sees her again, Lucien hires her on the spot. Now Venice finds herself working for the very man she once ignored—Lucien, who is no longer the quiet student she remembered, but a cold and irresistible billionaire. Determined to keep

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me

At my engagement dinner with Greg Willis, the Rossi mafia family’s underboss, his assistant, Sydney Carlson, casually tossed a half-eaten cookie on his plate in front of everyone. Greg didn’t react. In full view of the guests, he calmly picked it up and ate it. That night, after we returned, I told him I wanted to call off the engagement. He rubbed his brow with his fingertips, his voice steady in that familiar, composed way of his, yet there was distance beneath it. “All this,” he said, “over a cookie?” “She already took a bite,” I corrected him. He fell silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, “Zoe, you’ve always been sensible. Why get hung up on something so small?” “I’m n

The classified project I was working on wrapped up ahead of schedule, so I made sure to get back on my daughter's birthday. When I walked in, a girl I had never seen before was wearing my daughter's princess dress, a crown perched on her head. She sat in front of a cake as tall as she was, eyes closed, making a wish. I frowned and stepped closer. "Who are you? Why are you wearing my daughter's dress? Where's Heidi?" Before she could answer, two housemaids rushed out and started yelling at me. "Where the hell did you come from? How dare you talk to our boss's daughter like that? If you know what's good for you, get out! When the boss gets back, you won't like what happens." I stood there

“Sign it.” Axton’s calm voice echoed in the room. The kind of calm that made silence deafening. He pushed the divorce papers across the polished desk, his expression cold and composed. The pen rolled until it stopped in front of her hand. Isla’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up. The golden ring on her finger glinted under the office light, a cruel reminder of everything that was about to end. Three years of marriage, three years of smiles and unspoken tenderness, now reduced to a signature line. They had never married for love, binded by a contract signed for convenience, destined to expire the moment it no longer served its purpose. And yet somewhere along the wa

One bite didn't turn her-it awakened her. Tatiana Sanguine thought she was human. She was wrong. When a vampire attack triggers a terrifying transformation, Tatiana discovers the truth: she's a pureblood heir to a forbidden vampire bloodline-one the Council thought they destroyed. Now hunted and bonded to the assassin sent to kill her, Tatiana must choose between embracing her deadly legacy or destroying it... before it consumes her heart, her power, and the man who was never meant to love her.

Elara spent her life being treated like dirt by her own pack until one night changed everything. She ran… and ran straight into her fated mate. Zane Blackwood. Future Alpha. Powerful. Dangerous. And the same man who rejected her the moment he realized she was just an omega. Now Elara’s pregnant, hiding in a rival pack, and trying to rebuild her life. But Zane wants her back and he’s willing to start a war to claim what’s his. Caught between the freedom she’s finally found and the mate she never stopped feeling, Elara must decide if love is worth returning to the life that nearly destroyed her. But Zane isn’t the only threat waiting. With betrayals closing in, a d

Before I could shove my wife, Cheryl Craig, into the ocean, I turned myself in. The security guard frowned. "What? Are you saying that you're going to kill someone on this cruise?" I nodded. "It's 5:05 p.m. right now. In 20 minutes, I'll push my wife off this cruise ship. You need to arrest me, now." He stared at me like I had lost my mind. "You've got to be kidding! I've never seen anyone confess before the crime." He waved me off and started to walk away, so I had no choice but to start smashing things in the lobby. Only when the cuffs snapped around my wrists did I finally breathe again. In my last life, Cheryl was pushed off this very ship and fell into the ocean. Before I could ev