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After a terminal diagnosis, quiet psychology student Quinn Sinclair decides to live her final days with no regrets. Step one: finally date her longtime crush, hockey captain Kade Salvatore. But when a class project forces her to spend every waking moment with Ace Blackwood—Kade’s rival, her enemy, and the most arrogant, chaotic badboy on campus—her carefully planned endgame unravels. Ace is lazy, rebellious, and infuriating… until he isn’t. Until their arguments turn electric. Until his cold smirk becomes a hungry stare. Until he starts showing up everywhere she goes—not to annoy her, but to claim her. He wasn’t supposed to notice her. He wasn’t supposed to care. But now that he knows her time is running out? He’s not letting her go without making her feel every second of it.

An accident left the eligible bachelor and billionaire, Nathan Lord disabled, insolvent and homeless. His new status is a wakeup call. Deserted by his fiancée, friends and business partners, he finds himself wedded to a desperate woman who only agreed to be his substitute wife to save her dying mother. He endures insults and abuse from those he once regarded as friends while falling for his simple, honest, and hardworking substitute wife, who teaches him to appreciate and find joy in the simple things in life. Amari has enough stress and hardships in her life. Marriage, let alone to a homeless, disabled, ex-billionaire, is the last thing in her mind. Despite terrible losses, hardships, and heartaches, she discovers that life is not so bad with her loyal, kind husband around. She is slowly falling for her husband when she uncovers his big secret... Can their blooming love survive the new revelations and challenges that come with his new status? How will he deal with those who tormented him when he was a supposedly a nobody?

"I will not only make you forget this pain, but I will also make you forget the thought of looking at any other man. It will be only me forever. I will please you in ways you can never imagine. Just say yes." He spoke as he pinned her chest to his. "This is wrong! This is forbidden!" She murmured as her body continued to tremble with forbidden desires. He was supposed to return from the States as the stepbrother she loathed with the whole of her heart, but he seemed to have undergone a spellbinding transformation abroad. And him? He anticipated meeting his nettlesome, egocentric stepsister, who was good at nothing but irritating his demons. Contrary to his thoughts, the jaw-dropping hot babe that came to pick him up at the airport whetted his every sense of being—everything that depicted him as a man. It's wrong. It's forbidden. Yet, they went undercover and under the covers to quench their burning desires, which seem like irresistible obsessions. But how prepared are they for the consequences when their dirty secrets are revealed?

This isn't a fairytale. Mirror Mirror on the wall. A fairytale that became her fall. “Over my dead body will I let a man whore father my child. You're in every way incapable, irresponsible and definitely incompetent of becoming a father.” She said with a smile. "Stop acting like a saint, you're not one. You're only pregnant because you're a slut yourself, so what exactly is the difference between you and me?” She stepped up to him with a mocking smile. “Maybe, I'll show him pictures.” Anger flared up inside him. Who the fuck does she think she is? “Show him pictures!?" His fingers grabbed her throat. His eyes held hers. She didn't flinch, instead, a small smile played on her lips. Crazy ass bitch. He isn't used to being challenged. “I don't need to beg you for anything.” He growled. "You have no other option.” She scoffed. "I have a lot of options, Kim.” He continued. "I can take him away from you after birth,” “I want to see you try.” The smile on his face told her otherwise. “What will you do? Take me to court? Fight for custody?” He chuckled. “I can bribe the whole fucking court.” Her heart skipped a beat. No. "You don't get to decide.” He lit a cigarette. "Everything will go my way.” "It'll not!” “Maybe I'll show him your pictures. Or let you visit him once a week, who knows?" He shrugged. “This is my child!" She screamed, tears welled up in her eyes. “So it's either you do as I say, or I'll do as I please." “What do you want?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “Where I come, illegitimate children aren't accepted in the family." “I'm not marrying you!" “I'll never marry you!" She screamed. "You have no choice..”

He's supposedly my brother, but we started doing things that normal siblings never had in between. It's just started in a simple eye-to-eye contact, become kissing, to touching and more intense moments. But our love should stay behind close doors...

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

Leno Dockett and I dated for ten years, and we've also been married for ten years. He's the illegitimate son of an Alpha. At five, he was cast out and forced to grow up in a cave near the silver mines. As an adult, he was poisoned with wolfsbane, and his wolf was nearly been killed. He was banished. I was the one who took him in. I cared for him. I traded one of my pack's most treasured relics to get the best herbs so he could be cured of the wolfsbane. Then, I helped him rebuild his pack from nothing. Everyone in the pack says I bet on the right wolf. Now I'm the Luna. But they don't know that Leno has always loved another she-wolf. For years, I've endured everything—his coldness, his insults, and the other woman's taunts. Still, I refused to break our mate bond. Yesterday, he told me his mistress is pregnant with his heir. And when I once again refused to break our bond, he raised his claws against me in front of our pup. Staring at my pup, who was about to lose his right to inherit, I finally agreed to let go. But on the day we were meant to break the bond, Leno was ambushed. The enemy injected him with wolfsbane that damaged his brain. Now… His memory is stuck 15 years in the past—when he loved me the most.

In the depths of her heart, he had always been the love of her life. Arabella's dreams were filled with visions of standing by his side, and her prayers to the moon goddess were fervent, hoping to be chosen as his mate. Upon his request for her to become his Luna, Arabella's joy knew no bounds. Yet, her world crumbled when he unexpectedly selected her foster sister as Luna instead, proposing that Arabella should become his mistress. It left her heart shattered into pieces. Willing to endure anything to stay close to the man she loved, Arabella faced a devastating twist when he unjustly accused her of his father's murder, leading to her imprisonment and a death sentence. Years later, after her rescue, a successful doctor, Arabella returned to the pack. Her mission: to heal one of the ailing triplets she had with the man who once condemned her to death. With a new identity and an unfamiliar face, she embarked on her journey. However, upon her arrival, a shocking revelation left her dumbfounded. Drawing nearer to her foster sister and Rhys, the man who had caused her heartache, an opportunity for revenge emerged. The question now was whether Arabella would act on her desire for revenge, despite her lingering feelings for him, or if she could maintain her hidden identity until her daughter recovered.

His breath was fire against her throat.Her back hit the cold stone wall of the mansion."Tell me who you are," he growled, voice thick with rage—and something darker."I don't know," she whispered, trembling.But her eyes glowed. And deep down, something ancient stirred. Liana Bellarose was mistaken for a powerful Alpha’s bride—and taken. But what begins as a terrifying mix-up quickly unravels into something far bigger. Hidden within her is a power long thought extinct, one that could shift the balance of the entire werewolf realm. Now, every Alpha wants her. But Liana isn’t here to be claimed. She’s here to reclaim everything.

At one in the morning, I was alone in the research building, fighting for my life against my thesis. That was when I opened NearU and saw a viral anonymous post. My girlfriend loved the hair clip I bought her. The attached screenshot showed a girl’s side profile. It was blurred almost beyond recognition. But the blue enamel hair clip was clear. My hand went straight to my hair. Because that exact clip was holding my hair back. Two weeks ago, my anonymous boyfriend had helped me choose it. I had sent him that photo. And now his post showed he was only 300 feet away. I looked down the empty hallway. At this hour, only three places nearby still had lights on. My thesis adviser’s office. The graduate lounge. And the joint lab next door. Then my phone buzzed. Baby? Why did you go quiet? I stared at the message. For three months, I had been flirting with a man whose name I didn’t know and whose face I had never seen. Now he was somewhere in this building. Maybe behind one of those doors. Maybe watching the same hallway. Maybe close enough to hear me breathe. Then I saw the light under Dr. Ford’s office door. My stomach dropped. Because there was one thing worse than falling for a stranger online. Finding out he might be the professor who had just covered my thesis in red ink.