You're Not Dancing On Your Own

When love is shared but not equally given, how much pain can a heart endure? Andrea Velasco thought she had the perfect marriage—devoted husband, beautiful home, and a quiet life built on trust. But her world shatters when a single message exposes a truth she never imagined: her husband, Gabriel Reyes, is not just hers. He's also married to Celina Dela Cruz, a younger woman in a different city who believes she is the only Mrs. Reyes. As Andrea and Celina’s lives collide, secrets unravel and tempers rise. But amidst the betrayal lies a deeper question: Who truly owns the right to love, to forgiveness, and to walk away?

My fated mate, Alpha Cullen, fell for the lies of his first love, Donna, and planned to kill me. But in a twist of fate, we were ambushed by rogues and died together. But with his last breath, he whispered another woman's name: Donna. In that moment, I knew the truth—it had always been her, his real love. When the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance, I was reborn on the day I first met him. One look at the hatred in his eyes, and I knew: he had been reborn, too. So before he could speak, I rejected him in front of the entire pack. Years later, when we met again, he sneered that I was nothing more than a pathetic rogue who tinkered with flowers. But he didn't know I had found a new mate: Orton, the Alpha of Alphas. It wasn't until our son ran to me, wrapping his little arms around my leg and crying, "Mommy!" that Cullen's façade finally shattered. He grabbed my arm, his voice cracking as he begged, "This can't be happening! I'm your fated mate! You still love me… right, Juliet?"

She ran away from the mafia families because she wanted nothing to do with them, but fate had other plans for her. A mafia lord named Antonio Valencia has requested that she be delivered to him in exchange for not killing her family. But Amari wants nothing to do with the mafia. Can she avoid Antonio and still save her family? Or will she bring about their deaths?

In the shattered remains of a divided world, Rivermirror stands as a city of shadows—ruled by chaos, secrets, and ruthless ambition. Among its broken streets and hidden corners, two lives converge: Hound, a mercenary cursed by visions of fractured futures, and Argent, a deadly assassin whose silver-braided hair slices through enemies as easily as her carefully crafted lies. Bound by a soul brand, their uneasy alliance thrusts them into a heist that ignites a chain of betrayal, war, and unimaginable consequences. When a daring raid on River's military vault unearths a dark attribute symbiote and a mysterious core relay, the balance of power between two fractured nations is forever altered. As commanders plot revenge, and Rivermirror’s elites spin their webs of deceit, Hound and Argent must navigate a labyrinth of loyalty, survival, and ambition. But trust is a luxury in a city where betrayal is currency, and every choice pushes them closer to a future neither can fully control. With the line between villain and hero blurred, how far will they go to escape their fates? And what price are they willing to pay to survive in a world where hope is as fleeting as shadows? Dark, gripping, and unapologetically raw, Deep Down Your Black Heart is a dystopian fantasy that delves into the depths of ambition, morality, and the haunting weight of choices.

My Mating Ceremony with my fated mate, Alpha Ronan, was supposed to be the biggest event of the year. Broadcast live. Worldwide. Every wolf would witness the union of the Black Moon Pack's Alpha and Luna. But right before my ceremony, I was staring at a video on my phone. Tears streamed down my face. "Harder, Ronan. It'll be so hard to see you after your ceremony." A she-wolf, pinned beneath Ronan as he slammed into her. He growled, going harder and sinking his teeth into her neck. "Don't you worry, you little minx. I've already got a potion to dull the bond. I can sneak away to fuck you, even on our mating night." I saved the video. Shut my phone. I contacted an agency that specialized in faked werewolf deaths. "Seven days from now. At my Mating Ceremony. I need you to stage an attack. I want to fall from a cliff into the sea, in front of everyone."

"You said you leave when there's nothing left for you to do so what if I gave you a reason to stay?"

“I promised to grab you closer to myself” Alex grabbed Vivian closer as he was talking, and Vivian placing her soft breast on his chest. “Kiss your soft and small lips” Alex kissed Vivian’s lower lips as he was talking; Vivian closed her eye and her heart breathing heavily. “Kiss you deeply still we feel that love between---“Vivian suddenly pushed him away with force and step back, looking at him and she didn’t really get herself. “What happened? Have you been lying to me all these while that you LOVE?” Alex said with loud voice. “No! No!! I love you and you know that” Vivian said with low voice and shaking. “Then this is the time to prove it to me, why don’t you want me to have that kiss that I have been waiting for so long----“ “I MARRIED TO YOUR BROTHER NOW” Vivian said with low voice as Alex was talking. ×××××××× Vivian and Alex had been an online lover for three years but all of a suddenly, Alex just disappeared from Vivian and turned to a ghost on social media. Five years later, two of them met each other physically and Alex turned out to be her husband’s brother. Alex wanted the love back and despite to take her from his brother at all cost.

“Eden…” Her name was a curse and a prayer. “I can’t—God, I can’t think when you’re like this.” --- Professor Adrian Hale begins the semester expecting order—sleepy students, predictable discussions, and the safe distance he’s mastered for years. He does not expect Eden Marlowe. Twenty-two, brilliant, quietly bold, and unafraid to meet his gaze like she sees straight through him. Her questions cut too close, her attention lingers too long, and every glance shakes the discipline he’s built his life on. He knows the rules. He teaches them. And Eden is the one woman he has no business wanting. Yet the pull between them is immediate—magnetic, wrong, irresistible. What starts as lingering looks spirals quickly into charged silences, taut boundaries, and moments that feel anything but innocent. The more he tries to distance himself, the deeper she draws him in. The more she pushes, the faster his restraint frays. Desire becomes risk. Obsession becomes choice. And crossing the line might cost them everything.

I was the prime suspect in the notorious murder of my parents-in-law in Cardinal City. The one who arrested me was my wife—Linda Reese, the police chief. While the verdict was still pending, the killer struck again. The new victim was murdered with the same savage cruelty. Linda knelt before me, begging me to tell her the truth. I told her I didn’t know. The victims’ families screamed, demanding that I be carved into pieces. Three months later, Linda found me beside a garbage bin, bringing with her a memory-decoding device. Her hands trembled as she pressed two thin needles into my temples. “I’m sorry, Finn. I know you’re not the killer. I just want this slaughter to end. I don’t want anyone else to die. Let everyone see your memories—let them see what really happened back then.” But when she finished watching my memories, she collapsed to the ground, utterly broken, and fell to her knees.

Two weeks before our wedding, Jonah Alston suddenly wants to postpone it. He says, "Sasha says she's having her first exhibition on that day. She'll be alone during the opening, and I'm worried she'll get stage fright. I have to help her. We're just going through the motions with the wedding, anyway. What does it matter whether it's a day earlier or later?" This isn't his first time postponing our wedding for Sasha Lester's sake, though. The first time he did it was because he claimed she missed having homecooked food after undergoing surgery. He'd flown abroad to care for her for two months. The second time was because he said she wanted to head into the mountains to get inspired. He'd gone with her out of concern for her safety. Now, this is the third time. I hang up and look at Austin Everett, my childhood sweetheart. He sits across from me, looking leisurely as he taps his emerald-embedded walking cane on the marble floor. I ask, "Do you need a wife?" On my wedding day, Sasha holds up her glass and waits for Jonah to clink it with his. However, his eyes are red as he watches a livestream—it's the wedding of the scion of Everett Group, the country's largest property development company.