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Her father made her marry an absolute stranger, and for six years, he abandoned her, ignoring all of her advances to make their marriage work out. Now she wants a divorce, but he refuses to let her go. "Fine. If you're not going to let me go, I'll make sure this works out for all of eternity, Mr Damon. You're mine."

How could you forgive the one who shattered you and still makes your heart burn? Seth was a broke scholarship student by day, and a forbidden secret by night. Caught between survival and desire, he sold pieces of himself until one man changed everything. Then came a night of passion that ended in tragedy… and turned his world upside down. When the truth explodes, Seth is branded as a liar, a gold-digger, and worst of all…August’s ultimate betrayal. But love this raw doesn’t die so easily. Every kiss burns like revenge, every touch blurs into need, and the line between hatred and obsession vanishes between them. He’s the boy August can’t forgive… and the man he can’t let go of.

Her father sold her to a ruthless Mafia boss, Cassian Gavino. Cassian hated her to the core, he'd forcefully make her watch him and his mistress having sex, he'd beat her whenever he's upset and made sure she starved to sleep on some nights. Then a mistake happened, Cassian was drunk, he forcefully had sex with her and she got pregnant. Getting pregnant worsened her situation. Her pregnancy led to her drastic death, but she was given a second chance at life when she was reborn.

From Bully to Lover He spent years tormenting her. She spent years trying to forget him. But fate has a twisted sense of humor... and a dangerously possessive heart. Violet "Vee" Rivers grew up in the shadows—quiet, smart, and the constant target of one boy’s cruelty. Xavier "Zay" Knight was her worst nightmare: cold smirks, cruel words, and the kind of intense gaze that left her burning with humiliation... and something else she could never admit. For years, she believed he hated her. For years, she hated him right back. Now in college and far from the small town that raised her, Vee is finally free. New city, new campus, new beginning. But her fresh start shatters on day one—when she sees him. Older, sharper, hotter. And still watching her like he owns her. Zay never forgot her. Never wanted anyone else. And he sure as hell didn’t let her go. When he sees another man getting too close, Zay snaps—and makes his first move. What starts as obsession turns into a dangerous game of seduction, secrets, and surrender. Vee is no longer the scared girl from the past—but Zay isn’t the same boy either. He’s darker now. And he doesn’t just want her. He wants every piece of her—mind, body, and soul. She may hate him… but she won’t be able to stop herself from loving him. Even if it destroys them both.

Si Clara Annette Alvarez ay isang tagapagmana ngunit balak siyang ipakasal sa isang mayaman na matanda kaya tumakas siya sa kanilang mansion. Dahil sa kalasingan nagkrus ang landas nilang dalawa ni Noah Rafael Garcia, dahil sa kahilingan niyang makatakas sa kaniyang problema hinamon niya ang lalaki. Ngunit ang hamon na iyon ay nauwi sa mainit na gabi nilang dalawa. Kinabukasan ay nagulat si Clara ng makita ang lalaking nasa tabi niya mahimbing na natutulog, mabilis siyang bumangon at tumakbo palayo. Ngunit hindi niya inaasahan na ang maiinit nilang gabi ng estranghero na nakasama niya ay magbubunga ng isang anghel na hindi niya inaasahan. Noong araw na nalaman niya na buntis siya, nagulat siya noong makita ang tauhan ng kanilang pamilya sa ospital at balak siyang kunin, ngunit mas nagulat siya noong marinig ang pamilayar na seryosong boses ng lalaki. “Subukan nyong hawakan ang ina ng anak ko, buburahin ko kayong lahat dito sa mundo!” sigaw nito.

My mate, Andrew Claude, is the Alpha of the Celestial Pack, the sworn rival of my father’s Venus Pack. For three years, we have hidden our bond, knowing that our union could either bring peace between the packs or ignite war. On Lunar Year's Eve, beneath the full moon’s silver glow, we stand on the castle terrace, whispering promises of our future. Tonight, we finally agree to perform our bonding ritual, sealing our fates before revealing our love to our parents. My wolf stirs in anticipation, her instincts urging me toward him. But then, Andrew leaps down into the grand fire-dance festival, his powerful wolf form shifting mid-air before landing in a flourish. The scent of burning pine and roasted venison fills the air, warriors howling in celebration. The pack’s bonfire crackles with enchanted flames, casting shadows of prowling wolves against the towering stone walls. I watch from above, heart pounding with joy—until my smile fades. In the heart of the revelry, Carol Sinclair, an Omega maid, clutches a bundle of enchanted fireworks. Andrew strides to her, a warm, easy grin on his face. With a flick of his fingers, golden flames dance from his palms, sparking the firework in her hands. "A little fire magic to help you, Carol," he chuckles. She gasps in admiration, giggling as the firework ignites—only for it to spiral out of control. It veers wildly, the enchanted embers lashing through the air. Searing pain blooms across my arm. The stench of burning flesh fills my nose. I barely react before Carol bursts into tears and flees into the crowd. Before I can speak, Andrew turns on me, his golden eyes flashing with rage. The onlookers fall silent, ears twitching to catch their Alpha’s words. “Did you bully her, Bella?” His growl rumbles deep in his chest. “Just because you’re an Alpha’s heir doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!” The warriors glance at each other, their tails stiff with tension. I stagger back, stunned. He doesn’t even ask if I’m hurt.

"Do you always get this angry when others play with your dolls?" "No, just when it comes to you. You're my favorite doll." * Cara Morelli gets the heartbreak of her life when she finds out that her boyfriend is a recruiter for an illegal sex club, but that is after he abducts and dumps her there. As fiery as she is stubborn, she won't go down easily. After maiming, and nearly killing a client- on purpose- she is punished; murdered. But by some stroke of providence, she reincarnates inside the body of a woman known as Agent Thirteen, who belonged to an elite team of female assassins. And the Boss? A ruthless mafia Don widely known as Leone "the devil" Andreotti. It takes Cara a while to get used to the fact that prior to the time when she swapped bodies with Agent Thirteen, the assassin had signed her freedom off to Leone as part of the contract to be his assassin... to be used to kill targets until she scored him a hundred kills. But now, Leone wants more than a hundred kills from Cara... Ever since she blatantly disrespected him. And now that she is a trained assassin, is this the answer to her long-standing quest for revenge against her betraying boyfriend and the club, or will it embroil her deeper in a deadly obsession with the most dangerous man in the city? You're right. It's both. * "I'm tired. Fucking kill me already." "No, I want to wear you out. That's the only way I'll enjoy it. I have preferences, Angel." * "If you run, he will chase you." "If I don't, he will kill me." "Will he?" The look she gives me is knowing. I roll my eyes. "Of course he will." Right?

Cora Watson held onto her husband’s promise from three years ago and did whatever she could to please him. She loved him dearly even if he, himself forgot about his promise and shattered her heart, ruthlessly. Now, she’s had enough! She would get divorced from him and would never let him or anyone trample over her ever again! *** I watched as she bent her head and kissed his lips while gyrating her hips at the same time. She seemed to be on cloud nine as she rode him faster and harder. My breath was stuck in my throat. Though I could only see his side view I couldn’t miss the shirt on his body. He was still clad in a shirt though the lower half of his body was exposed. It was a shirt I had specially picked for my husband this morning. A custom-made shirt that I had gotten for him on his last birthday and he was currently on it while being fucked by another woman.

Sur une scène noyée de lumière pourpre, Sélia, danseuse de cabaret au tempérament incandescent, envoûte le public de ses mouvements sensuels. Mais une chute brutale interrompt le numéro : le noir total. À son réveil, plus de musique, plus de néons… seulement l’odeur entêtante du bois poli, le vacillement des torches, et des hommes en armure qui l’empoignent sans ménagement. Sans comprendre comment, elle a quitté son époque pour se retrouver projetée au XVIIᵉ siècle, au cœur du Royaume de Valcoris, un domaine prospère bordé par les déserts brûlants et les falaises océanes, où toute danse provocante est perçue comme un acte de sorcellerie. Face à elle se tient le Roi Lucian Aurel, jeune souverain redouté, aussi froid qu’implacable. Fasciné malgré lui par cette étrangère aux gestes envoûtants, il la déclare sorcière et ordonne sa mise à mort. Jetée dans une cellule humide, Sélia comprend qu’elle n’a que deux voies : mourir… ou séduire l’homme qui veut sa tête. Mais deux femmes rôdent déjà dans l’ombre du trône. Il y a Calandra, maîtresse officielle du Roi, jalouse et rusée, prête à défendre son privilège par le poison ou le mensonge. Et Lyria, mystérieuse conseillère royale, manipulatrice habile dont les sourires cachent des desseins plus noirs encore. Entre alliances fragiles et trahisons voilées, Sélia se retrouve prise dans un duel de regards, de mots et de désirs interdits. Plus la passion interdite grandit entre elle et le Roi, plus le fil de la lame se rapproche… car dans ce royaume, l’amour peut tuer plus sûrement que la guillotine.

After being forced to donate the blood from my heart to my Alpha's beloved witch, I die in the cottage that he'd built for me. Before my death, my five-year-old daughter runs to the castle in the forest to beg him thrice. The first time, she runs into the study and tells him I'm coughing up blood. My mate, Alpha Alaric sneers. "Is this one of Clara's new tricks? I can't believe she taught a child to lie!" He orders his attendant to take our daughter away. The second time, she knocks on the door cautiously and tells him I'm trembling all over. Alaric snorts contemptuously. "What's with the act? All I did was take some of her blood, not gouge her heart out. She'll heal on her own soon enough!" Once again, his attendant chases our daughter out. The third time, she kneels by the study door and weeps, saying that I'm already unconscious. She begs Alaric to save me. This time, he gets mad. He grabs her by the arm and throws her out of the castle. "I told you your mother won't die! Lie to me again, and I'll kick her out of the Wolffang Pack. She can die at the hands of those Rogues!" He breaks her arm in the process, and she clutches it. She has no choice but to pass the family heirloom—a ring—that represents her identity as the Wolffang Pack's heiress to a passing merchant. "I can give you everything valuable I have, Mr. Merchant! I don't want to be an heiress—I just want my mother to stay alive!" The merchant accepts the ring and soon brings a herbalist. However, Alaric's beloved witch, Elena has him taken away. "Sorry, but your father is worried that I'll be upset because my darling black cat is sick. He's ordered all of the herbalists in the pack to focus on treating my cat first." She snorts. "Your mother can wait."