Luminous Tensura

Betrayed in one life and reborn in another, Luna awakens as Alessia Keren Endymion, the prophesied Convergent destined to unite three warring empires. With unstoppable luminous power, modern-world instincts, and a fiercely loyal Shadowborn warrior at her side, she rises from hunted princess to Empress of a new world. But ancient darkness stirs—and Alessia must prove she isn’t just chosen by prophecy… she’s strong enough to rewrite it.

She was never meant to be chosen. She was meant to be a debt repaid and forgotten. But Alpha Damien saw something in Hazel Voss that her parents spent eighteen years hiding. He placed her in his heir's house like a secret weapon nobody has learned to fear. At eighteen and unshifted, Hazel is powerless in a world that respects only strength. She arrives at the Ironveil pack house believing she is a chosen bride. Four days later, she learns the truth: she was bought. Alexander Ironveil is everything unchecked power creates: cold, commanding, and ruthless. He can hear the thoughts of every wolf around him, and the moment Hazel enters his house, he can hear hers too. Her fear. Her anger. Her secrets. He uses every word against her, yet one question remains: What is Hazel truly hiding? Deep within her blood, an ancient power is awakening, one older than the packs and stronger than their laws. But when the inevitable happens and the one voice Alexander has relied on from the beginning goes permanently silent, he will finally understand what it costs to hear everything and do nothing. In a house built on dominance, a silent war is about to begin. Hazel was never his to break. She was always his to protect. But will she survive long enough to unleash her true power, or will Alexander destroy her before he discovers what she was meant to become?

Lily Christian’s former lover had cheated on her, resulting in five wasted years of their relationship going down the drain. Her former lover and his new b*tch even conspired to take advantage of Lily Christian, so what else could she do besides make them pay for what they did and reclaim everything that belonged to her? It was time for payback!A man wrapped his arms around Lily Christian’s waist as he instigated, “Honey, you’re being too soft on them. Why don’t I buy you a bulldozer so you can run them over with it?”Lily Christian was shocked, yet from that moment on, with the man’s help, she began to plan her revenge.

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Alessia Ferrari is the Don of the Italian Mafia. She is a dangerous killer. Ace Hernandez is the boss of the American mafia. He is cold hearted and downright ruthless. What happens when the two are forced to marry? Will they kill each other or find some common ground? "I don't recall signing up for strip poker." She replied. Her full lips frowned softly but her eyes were filled with anmusement. She knew she couldn't beat me, not at this game. "Are you auitting? Are you a quitter?" I mocked getting under her skin. Her lips twitched before she pursed them tightly. The blues of her eyes deeperned and she threw me a dangerous smirk. She shuffled and pulled off one of her sandals. Fuck. So we're doing this the long way. She raised it in the air, dangling it off her finger before tossing it aside. She raised a brow at me, she challenged me. I knew I got under her skin. Just as I had anticipated.

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I never stood on that stage again. And the marriage license never came up. Until the morning I noticed the collar of his white dress shirt carried a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. I heard him on the balcony. A woman's voice on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, you left your jacket at the hotel last night. I'll bring it over." I stared at that smear of red, and something in me snapped. I laughed. "Send me to Westbrook. The locked-down rehab facility. I don't want to drag you down anymore." Something flickered in his eyes—a brief, animal panic. Then he nodded. He thought I meant rest. He didn't know I'd already signed the papers to donate my body to science. I was going there to die.