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Ava loves the idea of breaking free from her loneliness and yearns for passionate love. However, this desire poses a major problem for her on her aligned path because it previously led to a futile relationship she thought could last forever. But her cosmic stars, which had something new in place for her, guide her into a new wave of overwhelming and unspoken connection with her soul's pair, destined by fate. He was matured for her ,an alluring billionaire,her perfect addiction, her delusion and her worst nightmare least did she expect. Could she have been warned from the onset?

I was in San Aria Bay with my mom, enjoying a quiet, sunlit getaway, when my phone suddenly lit up with a string of messages from my husband's ever-arrogant secretary. She sent a photo. The woman in it had been stripped naked, her body covered in blood, the sight almost unbearable. A voice message followed, her tone dripping with disdain. "Jeannie, do people like you always take advantage of others like this? "Mr. Smith just bought this house, and you already had your mother move in for free? As his chief secretary, it's my responsibility to remove anyone living off him."

He is my master, I am his slave, his son my lover. Set in a fictional historical world, Grand Duke of Wynthorpe, Lucian Blackwell unexpectedly purchases Sarang, a lunari slave, to serve as a companion for his son, Nathaniel. Overtime, Lucian and Nathaniel develop deep, conflicting emotions for him. While Nathaniel desires to free him, Lucian's secret attachment complicates the relationships between the three. Caught in an intense emotional triangle, Sarang is torn between his loyalty to Lucian and his romance with Nathaniel. As boundaries between servitude and freedom blur, Sarang must navigate a society where love, power, and desire clash.

Incarcerated in a private prison known as the Vampire Room and worshiped by prison groupies, Bohdan the Vampire Ripper longs for the day when he will be set free or die. For years he has been used as a cash cow by the new prison owners as the star attraction and with the help of an insider escapes to a world he hasn’t seen for over a hundred years. Spanning two centuries and two cultures, this tale follows an obsessed woman who will do anything to have and keep her prize, the most notorious vampire of all time. Follow the adventures of Bohdan the Vampire Ripper and Cara, the woman who tries to save him from himself.

He was born from shadows. She was born to destroy them. When Elara, a witch with forbidden blood, is dragged into the cursed kingdom of Prince Kael, she becomes the only one who can break his centuries-old curse. But every spell she casts binds her closer to him—body, soul, and heart. He’s dangerous, seductive, and cursed to crave what he cannot have—her light. She swore to free him, not fall for him. But the deeper she ventures into his darkness, the more she realizes... maybe she was never meant to save him. Maybe she was meant to join him.

My husband, a lawyer, tells his true love to deny that she wrongly administered an IV and insist that her patient passed away due to a heart attack. He also instructs her to immediately cremate the patient. He does all of this to protect her. Not only does Marie Harding not have to spend a day behind bars, but she doesn't even have to compensate the patient. Once the dust has settled, my husband celebrates with her and congratulates her now that she's free of an annoying patient. What he doesn't know is that I'm that patient. I've died with his baby in my belly.

Mae is the secret wife of Alpha Werewolf President Aaron. As an Omega, she has always been nothing more than useless in his eyes. But when her sister, who disappeared eight years ago, suddenly returns, Mae finally decides to break free from Aaron's cage. Yet, he hunts her down, determined to control her. This arrogant, cold-hearted man has never understood what it means to win someone back. He refuses to admit he loves her—only to slowly learn the painful lesson of what it means to lose the one thing he always took for granted...

Four years in the rogue dungeon for saving a dying wolf. Now I'm free—but the price is marrying my sister's husband. Alpha Richard Fell needs an heir. Elena can't give him one. So I'm the sacrifice to save our bloodline from destruction. He hates me. I hate him. We have no choice but to consummate this cursed marriage. But when his golden eyes meet mine in the darkness, I remember another pair of golden eyes—the wolf I saved four years ago. What if the man I'm forced to marry... is the wolf who ruined my life?

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For three years, I slept with my father’s head of security behind everyone’s back. Last night, with one hand at my throat and the other under my dress, he finally asked for a name, a future, something real. “After graduation,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let me finish my defense first. Then we’ll tell them.” “No.” By then I was shaking beneath him on the leather seat. “Then sooner. On my birthday next Friday. I’ll stop hiding then... Cassian, please—gentler...” That seemed to satisfy him. His mouth softened against my skin, and his voice dropped low against my ear. “Good girl. I just want you too much.” The next afternoon, I met my best friend for tea. The moment she opened the passenger door, she spotted the torn foil packet caught beside the seat and lifted a brow. “Bourbon cherry?” she said, already grinning. “That’s our company’s unreleased line. So this is what you’ve been hiding.” I snatched it up and shoved it into my bag. “It’s not public yet.” She frowned. “That’s the strange part. We only sent those samples to a handful of VIP clients.” Then she pulled out her phone. “I did a product follow-up with one of them yesterday, and his private account was basically a shrine to his girlfriend.” She turned the screen toward me. I only looked once, and my whole body went cold. The man in the photo had a line of Latin script inked low across his abdomen. I knew that tattoo. I had kissed it the night before. My fingers started shaking as I opened the private account Cassian had never shown me. April 4. The conservatory. Me and him. April 7. The upstairs studio. Me and him again. April 11—last night. A six-second clip in the back of the car.