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  “You were mine once,” Aiden murmured, pinning her to the wall. “And you will be mine again.”   Alina laughed softly, even as tears burned her eyes. “You chose another woman, Aiden. Now you don’t get to touch what you abandoned.”   Three years of silence. Three years of cold sheets. Three years of being the "Placeholder Luna."   Alina knew the terms: marry the powerful Alpha Aiden, provide an heir, and disappear when the contract expired. She played her part perfectly. But when Aiden’s childhood sweetheart returns to claim her throne, the rejection isn't just a formality—it’s a betrayal that leaves Alina shattered and exiled to the pack’s dangerous fringes.   Then, an accident comes that almost claims her life. Instead of death, she finds a savior: a scarred rogue, hunted by every pack in the territory. Where Aiden saw a contract, this stranger sees a Queen. Where Aiden saw a wolfless Omega, he sees a mate.   As the Rogue’s obsession with Alina grows, so does the danger. But back at the palace, Aiden is realizing that breaking the bond didn't stop the hunger. He wants his wife back. He wants his son home.   But the Rogue doesn't play by pack rules, and he has no intention of letting his rescued treasure go back to the man who threw her away.   The Alpha wants his legacy. The Rogue wants her soul. And Alina? She’s done playing by everyone else’s rules.

"If you want to kill me, you’ll have to survive me first." On one side, we have Cilian Vane. He is an Alpha to the core, and not just an Alpha. He is a fox-eyed bastard who plays chess with people's lives with a smile. And then on the other side, we have Ren Pierce. He is an Omega slave from a fallen mafia family, and now he has one goal: to live long enough to drive a knife through Cillian’s heart. One wants to tease his captive to death. The other wants to strangle his 'master' to death. In this violent relationship between a lethal Alpha and a defiant Omega, the air is thick with pheromones and hatred. In a house where every 'kind' gesture is a trap, only one will come out on top. What will prevail? Is it love, or hate?

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

Amara, a wealthy aristocrat's well-bred daughter with a secret to hide, is thrown into despair when her world is suddenly shattered after discovering she isn’t the Caldwells' biological daughter. It was incredibly convenient for her father to discard years of love, devotion, and family ties, quickly sending her as a marriage tribute to a Werewolf Prince after receiving an invitation that, according to the Peace Treaty between Werewolves and Humans, required one of his daughters. It no longer mattered that she wasn’t truly a Caldwell, nor that she was already in love with someone else. So, on the night of her planned elopement with her lover, her fate with the monster was ruthlessly sealed. Forget that the Alpha Prince is a cursed monster—yet, why is he always in her face, treating her like his perfect plaything to pass the time? But most importantly, if he truly doesn't care about her, why do those who cross her suddenly disappear or get punished? — Excerpt: Amara could feel the tension in the way Alexander stood before her—the restraint in his silence, the weight of his attention pressing against her body. He shouldn’t be this close to her after cornering her against a tree. “Do you know what happens when I want something?” he asked, his voice dangerously controlled. Her breath trembled, but she shook her head. “I—I don’t know.” “I take it.” Amara inhaled sharply as she lifted her gaze to meet his dark, conflicted eyes, burning with something that made her heart stutter. “Then why haven’t you?” she whispered. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips. “Because if I cross that line,” he said, “I won’t stop.” “Then cross it.” Her voice was barely audible. Instantly, the restraint in Alexander’s eyes shattered. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Luke is a spy sent undercover as the assistant to a mafia heir. will it turn into another dangerous game of lies, control, and secrets?

WARNING: Mature content|Dark romance|R18 Elena Rossi lives a life of luxury and privilege among Milan’s elite... until one night she witnesses something she was never meant to see: a brutal execution carried out by the most feared man in the Italian underworld. Alessandro DeLuca. Known as The Devil of Milan, Alessandro is ruthless, powerful, and merciless to anyone who crosses him. In his world, witnesses don’t survive. But instead of killing Elena, he makes a far more dangerous decision. He keeps her. Thrown into a dark world of power, violence, and temptation, Elena refuses to submit to the man who now controls her fate. Yet the more she resists him, the more obsessed Alessandro becomes—because the Devil of Milan doesn’t let go of what he wants. And now, he wants her.

Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*

Some scars don’t fade. They evolve. Do-yeon lives in silence, her world built on control, distance, and careful observation. To others, she is calm and unreadable—but beneath that stillness lies a past shaped by violence, loss, and a truth she refuses to let surface. She does not seek connection. She survives without it. Ji-hoon believes in patterns. As a psychology student, he trusts that every action has meaning, every mind can be understood. But when he encounters Do-yeon, his certainty begins to fracture. She does not respond the way people should. She does not break the way people do. And the more he tries to understand her, the more he is drawn into something he cannot explain. What begins as curiosity slowly turns into something deeper—and far more dangerous. Because Do-yeon is not just hiding from her past. She is shaped by it. And the closer Ji-hoon gets, the more he risks becoming part of a story that was never meant to be uncovered. As buried truths begin to surface, silence becomes a weapon, trust becomes a risk, and survival is no longer guaranteed. Scar Theory is a dark psychological web novel that explores trauma, obsession, and the fragile line between understanding and destruction—where some scars are not meant to heal, only to define what remains.

She was sold to the man who wants her dead. Princess Liora Ashenbane wakes up in a golden cage, drugged, betrayed, and handed over to the Alpha King of the werewolves. Thessian Nightfang believes she murdered his mate and slaughtered his people. The evidence shows her face. The punishment is death. She has three weeks until the full moon to prove she’s innocent. Three weeks to survive his hatred. Three weeks to uncover the truth. Three weeks before the Alpha King rips her throat out. But the massacre wasn’t what it seemed, and Liora is the key to a conspiracy that could destroy both humans and werewolves. Enemies to lovers. Weak to strong. Golden cage. Alpha King with a broken heart. She falls for the man who swore to kill her. This is very dark.

"Do you know where you are?" "Who cares which hell I fall into!" Dakota responded coldly. "Do you know what I do with my enemies?" "You kill them and drink their blood!" Dakota never imagined attending her sister's engagement party would turn her life upside down. The man she loved twice, the mate she gave everything to, the father of the twins she nearly died birthing, is marrying her sister. Raising their son. Living the life he promised her. With her memories flooding back in devastating waves, Dakota does the only thing she can: she runs. Straight into enemy territory. Into the hands of Alpha Kade, the rival her pack has feared for years. He should kill her. Use her as leverage. Start a war. Instead, he offers her refuge. But when her mate comes demanding her return, claiming the bond can't be broken, Dakota faces an impossible choice: The man who destroyed her twice, or the enemy who's offering her a chance to destroy him back. Some loves are forbidden. Some are fatal. And some enemies... become everything.

Everything was going on well until the night before her wedding, Lin Shuyin’s fairytale life suddenly crumbled from her fiancé's call, dragging her to reality... Her fiancé abandons her for her stepsister, her father and stepmother escape, abandoning her to fend off the reporters and media, and by morning, she’s framed for her grandmother’s murder. Thrown into a cruel underground prison, she dies beaten and broken. But death is only the beginning. An ancient soul awakens within her, a woman who spent a century trapped in a lab, experimented on, and injected with beast blood. When her soul awakens, the weak and naive Shuyin is gone. In her place rises someone colder, sharper… unstoppable. Then comes Lu Yuze, her ex-fiancé’s uncle, a man wrapped in secrets and power. He saves her from the abyss, but not for free. His price? Her blood, and her bone marrow… to save his dying daughter. The only thing Lu Shuyin wanted was revenge, and asked for a contract marriage, and money, these were the most important things to survive out there... In a world where betrayal runs deep, love becomes the most dangerous experiment of all. She’s no longer the victim. She’s the revenge they never saw coming.

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE "Who knew that something so beautiful could come out of filth like Edmund?" He says, as he runs the backs of his fingers up and down my bare skin. Goosebumps spring up immediately. "Who would have imagined," he says slowly, savoring every word, "that something so exquisite could be born from a man as vile as your father." His eyes trace me with deliberate leisure, stripping, measuring. I felt skinned under his gaze. "A rapist," he continues lightly, as if reciting lines from a book. "A butcher of children. A coward who kills pregnant women and plunges his weapon into a friend's back." He stepped closer. Too close. "And yet," he murmurs, voice dropping, "he left this behind." His smile sharpened. I can't move. I can't breathe. "You should be grateful," he goes on, almost kindly. "If you had been born uglier, I would have killed you like the rest." A pause, then his hands on my cheek, gentle. "But beauty like yours," he adds, eyes darkening, "is worth breaking slowly." * What is worse than being rejected once? Being rejected two more times. Xira Valeen is a defective wolf who never thought she would get a mate. So when she is mated by one who only wants her for her birthright while his brother only wants her because she rises an uncontrollable hunger in him, she is doubtful. Then they reject her, she accepts quietly. Their enemy steps up and claims her as a mate just to use her against her former mates then he also rejects her. Three times she is rejected. Shunned and alone, Xira disappears and when she returns all three Alphas kneel before her, begging for forgiveness and swearing that they want and love only her. Hardened by their betrayal, she ignores them and joins the Mating Hunt, intent on finding the mate who can save her... However, the Moon goddess sure has a cruel sense of humor, or can this time be different?

In a world ruled by bloodlines and bound by prophecy, the strongest werewolves rise through ritual and power except those cast aside by fate. Cassandra comes from a disgraced family, cursed and rejected by wolves for generations. She is a nobody. Kael Stormborn was raised to be the savior of their kind. Groomed since birth to bind with the legendary Alpha wolf and stand against the awakening darkness, he is the heir to destiny itself: arrogant, confident, unstoppable. Everyone knows his fate—everyone, that is, except the wolf. When Cassandra enters the Hatchery, the legendary wolf makes a choice that no one expects: it chooses her. The world holds its breath as prophecy collides with reality, power with defiance, and destiny with desire. Together, Cassandra and Kael must navigate elemental forces, rival packs, and a darkness older than the world itself. And as the seals of an ancient evil begin to crack, they will discover that some bonds cannot be broken and some legends cannot be rewritten without consequences.

One minute he is Valentine Reynolds, the most honourable man and a true hero in his world, and the next minute he is the trash of another world. ‎ ‎Cast to the bottom of the food chain where shame was his daily bread and bullying his normal life, he struggled. How did this happen? HE TRANSMIGRATED. Wait... But how did he become the weakest demon in an academy where only the strong survived? An academy where only the most atrocious things happen! (Slavery, Pimping, Killing, Sedating, Torture, Rape, Sodomy). Sodomy? SODOMY??? What exactly about his past life was so wrong to be so heartlessly cursed with such severe punishment? Valentine Reynolds was highly HOMOPHOBIC!! ... But Val's predicament was nothing compared to the actual craft of this world. Here, you will see seven princes of hell wage war against themselves. Here, you will see the true nature of their abilities. Here, you will see them wrestle with other entities, weak or strong just to get to the throne. Here, you will see them mess with their weakness and prey on the weak. Here, you will see what happens in an academy where everyone is ruthless. Here, you get to see what it means for the Ruler of Hell to fall in love. Here, you get to see what happens when the one whom Hell bows to crumble his world to protect his heart. Here, you WILL see what happens when you mess with Hell himself. What? You want to see this happen? Then swipe open the chapters already! ------- NOTE: This book is slow paced. ~~~~ Releases on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mass Releases on Saturdays and Sundays.

“Amelia… tell me the truth.” Alexander’s voice was low, but it trembled with something far more dangerous than anger. His grip tightened around her wrist, firm enough to steal the air from her lungs. “This child… is mine,” he continued, his eyes blazing like fire. “He bears the royal mark. The same Royal mark as Me! Don’t you dare deny it.” Amelia’s breath hitched. Fear crawled through her veins, yet she couldn’t bring herself to look into his eyes, the same eyes that once haunted her, His hold tightened. “Look at me, Amelia.” She didn’t. A flicker of pain crossed his face, quickly buried beneath fury and desperation. “Did you ever truly love me?” Silence fell between them, heavy, suffocating, and filled with truths neither of them were ready to face.

I am Alina Graves. My whole life I was taught to be invisible. Omega. Orphan. Servant. I scrubbed floors in Blackthorn Castle while the alphas feasted, and lowered my eyes when they passed by. I knew: survival meant silence. But on the night of the Blood Moon, fate decided otherwise. I was thrust into the sacred circle in place of the ailing bride. And the bond struck—like lightning to the chest. My mate is Kael Blackthorn, the future Alpha King, whose name is whispered with fear across all the lands of England. He did not want an omega on the throne. He publicly rejected me before the entire pack. Called me a mistake. The humiliation burned hotter than fire. But at night, he came. Claimed me as his. Secretly. Cruelly. Without choice. Now, every glance from him is a brand. Every order is a chain. Every whisper in the castle corridors hints that my blood hides an ancient power capable of destroying the entire kingdom. I was meant to remain broken. But if fate made a mistake in choosing me for him—I will make the world bleed for that mistake.

Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."

A Noble's Daughter Betrayed: Eva's Path to Redemption and Revenge! The only daughter of a noble house, denied her right to inherit simply for being born a woman. Promised freedom and power, she's instead thrust into an arranged marriage with a stranger. But the betrayal cuts deeper when that stranger destroys everything she loves. As Eva’s world burns—literally—on her wedding day, she survives the massacre of her family and flees. But she doesn’t just run. She rises. What follows is a sweeping journey from the ashes of nobility to the dirt and blood of the adventurer’s world, as Eva carves her own path in a kingdom that was never built for women like her. Along the way, she crosses paths with Lucas, a brooding elven healer with his own secret ambitions. Together, they fight not only for survival—but for a future neither of them were ever supposed to have. [Special Thanks to RedPandaChick for editing this story for you guys to enjoy!] [Yuuko Tsukiyama Thank you for getting the new cover to its last stages.] Discord Link: https://discord.gg/wP72BXgN3d

Everything shatters in her life when Lenite's father is killed and she finds herself in an underground auction house where she is sold to a mysterious bidder for an exorbitant price. The transaction which throws her into a world of chaos and danger as she used the opportunity to try and find the person who murderd her father while being tied to a man known for his power and ruthlessness.