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After getting raped by her uncle at the age of 10, pearl Wilson's life never remained the same. She had to live with the stigma even after her uncle Richard was sent to jail. No one knows about the case except her family and her three friends, but despite that fact, she felt eyes on herself everywhere she went. Pearl grew a deep-seated hatred for the male gender afterwards, even her own dad. She's rebellious and obstinate. As she grew, her hatred grew with her, up until college. Everyone in Legacy college knows Pearl the male hater who throws shit on the faces of every boy she meets. Pearl's male hatred met an unexpected hitch when she had an encounter with the silent one, her department's quiet boy... Ronnie Banks. Ronnie is known for his greek-god-ish calm exterior and cool personality. He only talks when necessary, but what Pearl is unaware of is that he has had eyes on her since her first year in the school. He has been watching her from a distance, and now, she willingly walked into his lair. She's caught! What happens next? When the two opposites clash... When secrets huge enough to break several hearts started coming out like. when bloodshed and unexpected events hit the ground. Are you already feeling the heat of the dramas? Damn! You don't wanna miss out on this Dark College Romance, do you? Don't you dare!

Natalie Williams underwent her first shift at the age of 18. She discovered that her lover Adam Hawkins was not her mate. Natalie's father was a Beta from the Red Blood Pack, and she had trained alongside the heir of the Pack, Adam, since childhood, and they fell in love. When Adam and Natalie got married, he promised never to betray her. Through her own efforts, Natalie became a perfect Luna and managed the wolf pack alongside Adam. However, life beats the movie every time and facing Adam' betrayal , Natalie comes face to face with her own death. But is death really the end? How will Natalie fight back against her enemies 's schemes and Adam's misunderstandings? It is said that what does not kill you, makes you stronger, and a kick in the ass is a step forward. Will she succeed to come back stronger?

I died with blood pooling and betrayal. My fiancé never loved me—he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone. But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest. This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal—a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation. They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back. They have no idea I've already won.

My husband, Damien, loved me deeply—so deeply it felt like I was his whole world. Everyone said he was the perfect husband. Yet, he betrayed me. Not once, not twice, but three times. The first time was three years ago. His closest friend, Aaron, died saving him. Damien kept it from me and secretly married Aaron’s girlfriend, Vivian—on paper. I was heartbroken and ready to leave him. That night, he sent her abroad and fell to his knees, begging me. “Estelle, Aaron gave his life for me. I must take care of his widow. That marriage certificate is just a promise of security for Vivian. Once I’ve avenged Aaron, I’ll divorce her. The only woman I love is you.” I forgave him. The second time came the following year. At a press conference, Damien publicly introduced Vivian as the Mafia leader’s wife. He pulled me aside to explain. “Vivian is the only daughter of the Young family—the Mafia. Our two families joined forces for one reason only: to get revenge for Aaron. I’ve already made arrangements with her. Once we’ve dealt with our enemies, I’ll divorce her and marry you right away.” Once again, I believed him. Then came the third time. Someone drugged Damien at a banquet, and he spent the night with Vivian. He hid it from me until just two weeks ago, when I caught him at the hospital, sitting beside her during a prenatal checkup. That was when I finally learned the truth. He lowered his head, unable to meet my eyes, and spoke in a low voice. “Estelle, it was an accident. Once she gives birth, I’ll send her away. My parents will raise the child, and I swear—neither of them will ever appear in your life again.” In the name of love, Damien pushed me to compromise again and again. Yet now I know. There’s no future left for us. It’s time for me to walk away.

"I can still feel you, bonetta. Taste you. Smell you. I've been hard since you left,  all through a training session and a meeting with my Royal Elite Warriors. You've gained the upper hand here, state your demands and don’t be so timid. I am at your beck and call. Use me however you desire." --- The moment I encountered Zion. I sensed a profound shift in the course of my existence. His mere presence ignited a storm of desire within me. He is my fated mate, and the bond we share is passionately intense no matter how hard I try to avoid it. Amidst the swirling chaos that engulfs our world, a realization dawns upon me - I am no ordinary human. With each passing moment, as the relentless tide of destruction continues to crash at our feet, this truth becomes ever more apparent. I soon learn that the entire universe is questioning my very existence and the nature of my sorceress energy I now posess. They tremble in my presence, and their trepidation is well-founded. Including Zion, his formidable elite of warriors and Light Oracles. 

Half a month ago, I found out my husband, Vincent, was cheating on me. I accidentally discovered an encrypted burner phone hidden in a secret compartment of his armored SUV. Inside were dozens of explicit photos and countless graphic, flirtatious texts. The other person was his hot chief secretary, Chloe. The fairy tale was shattered by reality. I looked at the positive pregnancy test in my hand and calmly threw it into the trash can. I put the phone back exactly as I found it. That very day, I had my lawyer draft the divorce papers and signed my name, stroke by stroke. I opened my phone and replied to an email:[Professor, I officially accept the invitation to the Zurich Institute.] This time, I won't look back.

Emma Sterling believed she understood power. She lived beside it. Slept beside it. Loved it. As the wife of Dominic Sterling ,a ruthless billionaire CEO known for crushing enemies without hesitation ,she had learned to survive in a world ruled by control, loyalty, and silence. Until the night she walked into a hotel suite and found her husband in bed with her best friend, her childhood friend, friends since kindergarten. The betrayal destroys everything Emma thought was real. But Dominic does not beg forgiveness. He refuses to let her leave. She discovers she is pregnant with his child and she comes across the darker truths behind Dominic and his past …. The realization traps her deeper in a marriage that is no longer safe. Dominic’s obsession grows , Emma was pregnant with his heir. Possessive, controlling, and dangerously unwilling to lose what he considers his, he tightens his grip on every part of her life …emotionally, financially, and socially.

I loved him when he was poor. Then I disappeared. Now he’s a billionaire—and I work for him. He looks at me like I’m a mistake he never forgot. Cold. Untouchable. Unforgiving. He thinks I betrayed him for money. He doesn’t know I was paid to disappear to save his life. Every day, he punishes me with power. Every night, he protects me from enemies I can’t escape. I carry a truth that could destroy us both. And if he ever finds out why I really left… I don’t know if he’ll hate me forever— or never let me go again.

When I went to register my son, Cody Vantor, for medical insurance before his first year of kindergarten, I was told I wasn’t his biological mother. "Are you sure this is your child? The system shows a different woman listed as the mother." I said nothing. I quietly snapped a photo of the unfamiliar home address, then followed it to the neighboring complex. When he saw me, my husband, Dorian Vantor, froze. His hand instinctively moved to block the doorway. "So you found out. But making a scene won’t change anything. I haven’t treated you badly these past three years." I looked past him, and my body went cold. The woman behind him was my younger sister, Summer Walsh, fresh out of college. She handed him a glass of water and gave me an apologetic smile. "Don’t blame me, Lennie. The doctor said I have postpartum depression. I can’t handle hearing a baby cry. Thank you for raising Cody for me all these years. I really am grateful." Just then, Cody, who had been waiting in the car downstairs, ran up. He rushed into Summer’s arms like it was second nature, then turned to look at me. "Aunt Lenora, don’t cry. Mommy said you’re a good person. That’s why she asked you to help. Daddy said if I behave and call you ‘Mom’ at your house, I can come back on weekends to see my real Mommy."

It was only in the eighth year of our marriage that I discovered my husband had a mistress in the neighborhood. Her place had the same layout as mine, except her furnishings were more luxurious. He was a good husband for her, meticulously caring for his young and beautiful wife. They were even expecting a baby. She sent me a message, eager to get rid of and replace me. She had forgotten I was the one who had been through hard times with him, Clyde Sherwood, and fought alongside him for more than a decade. Her pregnancy was what they both wanted, but there was no way I would allow things to work out the way they anticipated. Taking advantage of his conflicted feelings, I made sure he didn't have any more assets. Everything came with a price. Not only would I make him fall from grace, but I would also make him rot in ruins.