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On my 18th Birthday, My twin sister married my mate, Alpha Jacob, in my name. I was Alisa Clark, the she-wolf with the purest blood. The Alphas must feed on my blood. They were blessed with great power while they were cursed. The greater their abilities, the shorter their lives. My blood protected them from their curse Yet, my twin Jennifer took away my glory and had me tortured for 6 years! Worse still, My mate allowed it ** "You've been like a pig for us. He can smell you down here. He's known this whole time." She took out a mirror and held it up to my face. " You think he would ever accept such an ugly mate like this pig." I hadn't seen myself since I was twelve, vibrant and healthy. I was a child then, and now I looked like a ghost. My face was hollow and pale like a sick person. I saw the scar on my face, it burned and had inflamed my cheek so that it was swollen. My eyes were red from the tears. My hair was dull and limp over my skull. My purple eyes were the only piece of me that still held some semblance of life. I could see scars even on my neck, and I knew that my body was even more scarred, and even more pathetic... "How dare you be so stupid." Jennifer said. "How dare you think the Alpha wants you for more than your blood. Imagine him mating with you, when he could have me." 



KYLE'S POV“Kyle…” She whined again, voice ascending, and I groaned. “Fuck, angel, do you have any idea how crazy you’re making me?”-------------------------------------------------------- Silvie, a struggling college dropout from Bayview City, never expected her luck to turn around—until she lands the coveted position as personal assistant to Kyle Blackwell, the city’s most eligible bachelor and youngest billionaire. But her dream job quickly becomes a nightmare when the rumors prove true: Kyle is an infuriatingly difficult boss with zero patience and a knack for making her life hell. To make matters worse, he’s also the ridiculously attractive stranger she had an unforgettable (and deeply embarrassing) encounter with at a club—one that involved kissing, falling hard, and an unfortunate bout of nausea. Add a tangled web of questionable arrangements, meddling exes, and a very public fake engagement, and Silvie finds herself swept into a whirlwind romance she’s not sure she’s ready for—or even believes is real. 

*Warning* Explicit Content Included. Adults only.My fated mate is the son of the murder who smashed my family and life.I was sold to a brothel and my body was turned into a commodity.And my sister, she's still being raped by those pedophiles, over and over, over and over.I need to revenge.-“Showtime, ladies!”I rolled my shoulder and walked to the back of the line. There were ten of us. Each of us dressed in a sparkling evening gown, ready to introduce ourselves to the crowd. I barely listened to the women ahead of me. Then, it was my turn. I took a deep breath and lifted my head as the woman ahead of me stepped aside. The stage light was so bright my eyes burned, but I kept my eyes open, scanning the VIP room windows for the man in question. There, sitting in the front row of the VIP room just to the right of the stage, was Matt Wallber, surrounded by various women. His collar was undone and he wore what looked to be a deconstructed tuxedo. His hair was raked and a bit windswept as if he had been running his hand through it. “We’ll open the bidding now!”A few breaths passed before the screen lit up. Round 1 Bidding Open.I watched my headshot shoot ahead of the other nine and over the blue line that signified my requested starting bid. Someone had bid on me in the first round well over my opening bid. My heart leaped. Had he taken the bait so soon? 



After carrying my baby to full term, I gave birth to a daughter. However, my husband, Gavin Jefferson, secretly takes her away to give her to his first love, Isabelle Kerr, who just had a miscarriage.I desperately try to stop him despite my weak body. Irritated, he scolds, "Belle just lost her daughter. Why can't you understand her pain as a mother? You already have a son anyway. I can't believe you're this petty!"At that moment, Isabelle starts crying pitifully. She laments how her life is miserable and how she can never be as happy as me.…The same night, Gavin storms out and spends 200 thousand dollars buying a diamond jewelry set to cheer her up.Isabelle deliberately puts them on and shares a selfie on her social media. She even tags me by writing, "Your husband is so generous, Tiffany. You don't mind if I have a little crush on him, right?"I don't make a scene out of this—and even gave her post a like.After all, I'm not planning to keep a man like this. 


She stole my wedding. I stole her future.
On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins.
So I did what any woman scorned would do.
I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room—Drexon Moreaux, Kellan’s ruthless billionaire uncle—and declared, “Him. I’ll marry him instead.”
Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire’s heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand.
But he said, “I do.”
Now, my stepsister’s smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I’m a puzzle he’s determined to solve.
This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous—something that feels like love.
Too bad the Moreaux family doesn’t believe in happy endings… 


Everyone in high society knows that Keith Ford, the scion, is intensely possessive and loves nothing more than showing off his affection.But ever since Ariel Levine's abduction, he realizes the importance of keeping her out of the spotlight.From that day on, his obsession borders on madness. When she develops post-traumatic mutism, he hires the world's top psychologists and brings them into their home to treat her. When she wants to go out, he builds a fully-equipped castle designed specifically for her. It's almost like a small city of its own.People say that Keith is keeping his mute wife under gentle confinement. But Ariel believes that he is just too afraid of losing her again after that one incident.For five long years, she has been living under his airtight protection, completely cut off from the world.One day, Ariel realizes her voice has finally returned. She sneaks out of the castle for the very first time and hails a cab to Keith's company to surprise him.But just as she enters the city center, the police stop her. 

Evelyn Shaw is known across Nordia as a top surgical genius. Noble families line up, waiting for her to perform their operations.
Her hands are worth over ten million dollars and are irreplaceable, yet they are being pressed mercilessly into the floor at this very moment.
The culprit is her husband, Howard Blackwood, the man at the apex of Nordia's power hierarchy.
Howard sits silently in the chair as she suffers. He is still the same, impeccably dressed with an unreadable expression.
Behind him, a large screen shows her sister, Layla Shaw, being dragged into a dark room by several burly men. Layla's broken, helpless cries fill the air, wrenching Evelyn's heart.
"Eve, either you get up and operate on Anne's mother, or I make sure these videos reach all of Nordia tomorrow," Howard says.
Evelyn grits her teeth as she glares at him. "Howard, why are you doing this to me?" 





He took her first kiss during their initial meeting, and she called him perverted and arrogant. Her candid demeanor intrigued him, despite the risks involved.To capture her attention, he announced a surrogacy competition, leaving her no choice but to participate, only to discover he was the same man she had taught a lesson he would never forget.Caught in the trap set by this merciless billionaire, she went along with his game and became his wife. His dark secrets slowly emerged, pulling them down into a deep despair. Then he vanished from her life, only to be replaced by another stranger. She felt his warmth, and they kissed.Tears began to cascade down her cheeks, saturating the fabric that covered them. When he sensed her warm tears, he panicked. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't bear to see her cry. "Darling, please don’t cry..." He released her, his fingers delicately brushing her hair. "I won't touch you, I promise not to anymore, okay?"She sobbed more intensely and choked out, "Don't talk!""... Why?" He was taken aback.She gently bit her lip, unable to refrain from saying, "When you talk, you remind me so much of him..."He was so kind and doted on her. When he spoke, it felt as if it weren't another person, but her husband Joshua standing beside her. Even the way he kissed her felt strikingly familiar...In that moment, Hazel realized just how much she longed for Joshua. Without him by her side, each day of waiting became an excruciating ordeal.She wasn’t afraid of waiting. Even if it meant waiting for a long time, she would value it. But she feared she might never see him again, even if she spent her entire life waiting.Would she uncover the truth behind this unfamiliar man? Would she be able to forgive if she realized how he orchestrated the intricate game of LOVE and REVENGE? 
Olivia's mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor and needed urgent operation. Two days before the operation, she hadn't gathered enough money for her operation. She turned to her father for help, but he chased her out, colluding with his mistress.Disheartened and helpless she left the house, but before she could reach the hospital she was caught in an accident. Two days after the accident Olivia woke up to an unfamiliar yet classic and Luxurious room, but how did she end up here ? Who brought her here?****"He's only a friend""You're my woman and mine alone, I Don't want any other man close to you!” Morgan half yelled, closing the distance between them.“W-what are you doing ?” Olivia asked, arching her brows in confusion.Before she could understand what he was about to do, he pulled her waist to him, roughly claiming her lips. 
My ex-boyfriend, Jason Bell, still hasn't let go of me, even though I've been married to Cedric Mosley for two years now.
He sends blood-red dancing heels to me and threatens to destroy my current "peaceful life".
Terrified and trembling, I'm about to call the cops when a hand in latex gloves rests on my shoulder.
"Don't be afraid."
My forensic doctor husband, having just returned from an autopsy, carries a faint scent of formaldehyde with him.
He takes off his glasses. With the same hands he uses to handle scalpels, he slowly helps me open the threatening letter inside the package.
"The handwriting is sloppy, with uneven pressure applied. It's typical of an anxious personality type."
Then, as if he's reviewing an autopsy report, he comments mildly, "This type of person usually has brittle bones that snap easily."
*
There are 206 bones in an adult body.
When Cedric placed a “rib” ring on my finger, he whispered, “You are the bone I lost long ago—the one that makes me whole.”
That is the origin of this title. 
“Even if the world shuns me, laughs at me, gives me strange looks, and labels me as a freak, I will not give up. I will never give up on what I believe in, even if it takes years, I will continue to persevere until I achieve my goal and get what I deserve!” These were the words Juan always told herself deep down in her heart whenever she looked at the mirror. These were the words that made her keep on going whenever they laughed at her, mocked her for being ugly. To her, as long as she has faith even as small as a mustard seed, she believes that one day, her time will come and her life will change for the better. All she needed was a chance, an opportunity and that is all it took for her life to be changed eternally forever. Destiny came knocking at her door and no matter how many times she tried throwing this chance away, it followed her home and from that day going forward, Juan, the ugly and clown everyone was used to became a beauty that many couldn’t touch. Even if the journey wasn’t simple and rocky, she wasn’t willing to give it up and live a life of suffering as she did. Will there be happiness waiting for her at the end of the road? Will she be willing to sacrifice it all to achieve her dreams and goals? 

After the fire breaks out, I brace myself against the scorching iron door to help Linden Rothwell escape. He emerges unharmed while I suffer extensive burns across my entire body, and our friend Rosalind Chambers dies in the flames.Linden proposes to me at my hospital bedside, and I assume my eight years of unrequited love is finally paying off. But after I lose the baby and blame myself for the miscarriage, he shoves me into a burning room while I'm still recovering from surgery.Before he closes the door, he says, "Aurora, now you can feel what it's like to be consumed by fire."As the flames swallow me whole, I finally realize the truth. Rosalind is the one he loves, and I'm the one he hates.When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the fire. This time, I don't sacrifice my body to hold the door for him. Instead, I turn around and run. 


Since the company's taking a well-deserved break on New Year, my boss, Justine Shaw, tags everyone in the company's group chat and tells them to check their accounts for their latest salaries.
Unfortunately, I'm the only one who has yet to receive my salary.
When Justine finds out about it, she doesn't seem to mind at all. After ensuring that there's nothing wrong with my bank account, she transfers me my salary once again.
But weirdly enough, I don't receive the money at all.
My colleagues refuse to believe me. Thankfully, Justine is willing to make one more transaction in front of us. She lets us witness the entire process as well.
Still, I have yet to receive the salary.
My colleagues grow furious on Justine's behalf. They admonish me for being a scammer who wants to swindle money from the company before throwing me out.
Alas, the moment I leave the company, I get run over by a truck and die on the spot.
Even as I breathe my last, I still don't understand what happened. The transaction process is fine, but why can't I receive my salary at all?
When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I receive my salary. 





Right before sitting for the SATs, Collin Smith falls in love with a young woman whose surname is Yard. He insists on calling off our engagement, but both pairs of parents vehemently object.As planned, we hold our wedding after graduating college. However, Queenie Yard dies in an accident—she's pregnant with Collin's child, too. From that moment on, endless torture and humiliation is all that awaits me.Even until the day he dies, Collin has no idea that Queenie is a promiscuous woman. The child she carried wasn't his.After being reborn, I've learned my lesson. I boldly pursue Jonah, to whom I owe a favor. I become Collin's aunt.This time, I'm going to give his relationship with Queenie my full support. I have to ensure he enjoys the pleasure of being cheated on and raising a child that isn't his. 
"Cry, Mermaid!" a sharp lash sliced into my back, forcing a yelp from my lips. Screams and sobs surrounded me on all sides, but no one would save me. Strong hands caught me beneath my arms and yanked me from the water. It was time for Tail Cut.The operation lasted hours. I felt every last slice of their blades, every new tendon sewn into my muscles and nail hammered into my bones. I screamed. I begged. I begged for them to stop, for them to kill me, just ended the pain.---I have a secret, I am a mermaid.I should live in the ocean, but my tail was cut and I only owned legs. After escaping to Asterion, I hid my identity. I thought I could finally live a peaceful life, until that day I met the famous bad boy, the future Alpha, Caspian.---I felt a strange prickling on the back of my neck. I spun around just in time to see Caspian prowling towards me through the darkened wings, his blue eyes positively glowing. Sharp white teeth flashed as Caspian's lips unfurled into a lethal grin, "Hello Mate." 


“I have two offers for you.” Doctor Wayne handed me a cup of juice.I don't like this at all. I gulped down the juice thirstily. “What are they?”“The alpha is in need of a surrogate mother and Luna for five years. He’s willing to pay a fortune, no strings attached, and after that five years, he will divorce you and take the child.”“O…kay.” I swallowed hard, trying to hide my apprehension. “And, the second offer?”His gaze locked with mine. “I inject you with a different sperm, you become his Luna but before the end of your five year contract, you MUST kill the Alpha.”I flinched. My heart hammered with fear, and my wolf became restless inside me.“I… I…”He smiled. It was a vile smile. “You know you will never amount to anything. So, you can either accept my bidding, save your mom and secure a future for yourself or refuse my offer and wait for your weak mother in hell. You have five minutes to decide.” ******************************************My name is Aurora and I’m the legitimate bastard of the Beta family. I have been poisoned, and now it’s my life versus that of our ruthless Alpha.It's up to the goddess to decide whether I’d ace or fail this mission, but whatever the outcome is…loving the Alpha is NOT an option. 


No one ever looks at her twice.Scarred inside and out, Althea has always been the family outcast. mocked by her stepsisters, ignored by her father, and punished for simply existing. Blamed for her mother’s death and cursed with a limp that sets her apart even in her pack of shifters, Althea hides in the shadows, enduring years of abuse and loneliness.But everything changes the night Alpha Kaden arrives. Fearsome, powerful, and impossibly magnetic, Kaden is searching for his fated mate. Althea never dreams it could be her. Yet when his piercing eyes meet hers, the bond is undeniable. Against her father’s protests and her sisters’ envy, Kaden chooses Althea, shattering her world in an instant.Thrown into Kaden's intoxicating world, Althea herself navigating a dangerous new reality. Her mate is more than the brooding, dominant Alpha he seems,he’s hiding dark secrets that could threaten everything, including her life. As passion ignites between them, Althea begins to discover a strength she never knew she possessed and a connection to her wolf she’s been too afraid to embrace.But as Kaden enemies close in and Althea uncovers haunting truths about her past, she faces a choice: remain the scared, broken girl she’s always been or step into the powerful woman she was destined to become. Fate may have chosen them, but will it be enough to conquer the dangers and demons that stand in their way? 
"Blondie..." Judah trailed as if he was thinking real hard about something. "I'm giving you an out," he said finally."A what?""You don't need to do this with me. This whole... practice kissing thing, too. I think we’ve done enough. This game is getting too out of hand. You should just back out now, while you can. Because this isn't gonna end well for you,""Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell are you talking about?" I scoffed and my voice was seriously high-pitched."I told you, you girls always have to attach emotions to everything. I can already feel it coming. So I'm telling you, you better run now or you're gonna end up falling for me, fast and hard," he said.I snorted a real loud laugh instantly. It was a reflex of some sort."Judah, are you high or something?” I paused to gauge his reaction, but he remained serious. “Look, I can assure you, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not even attracted to you in the slightest," my laughter was maniacal and somewhat insulting.“Oh really?” he asked.“Yes, really,” I said reassuringly. “I have my feelings in check. So if there’s anyone that’s going to fall, that person won’t be me,”Judah crossed his arms and let out an irritated laugh. Clearly, he took my words as a challenge as he raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched into a smirk. He stepped off his bike and moved closer to me. I stepped back in response, hitting the red brick wall behind me. My laughter died down instantly as he put both arms next to my face so that I was completely trapped between him and the wall."Alright Blondie, if that's how you wanna play it," he said lowly. "Game on,"I looked up to see his dark amber eyes boring into mine, a predatory glint in his eyes. I suddenly felt weak and helpless, as if I was a little rabbit about to be swallowed whole by a lion. I gulped instinctively as he leaned closer to me."Tell your heart I'm gonna steal it," he murmured to my ears. 



On the brink of a life that seemed too dull to excite her, amidst the chaos of the insurgency that threatened not just her happiness, but the little she had as a world; Maryam Bukar Ibrahim seemed to battle more wars than her 16 years old and autistic brain could handle.
It became too much to bear, too much grief for her heart to take and a commitment her innocent yet frail body could endure. As if that wasn’t enough, destiny found a way of getting her married to a soldier, at the brink of her father’s death and the last words he pronounced were of her becoming Mrs. Na’im Bolori.
For Captain Na’im Bolori, marriage was the last thing he thought for his life. He was the prince of the Kingdom of Maiduguri and suffering from an unmentioned illness broke more of his engagements than he cared to count. Being a soldier was his lifetime dream, yet rescuing a dying father only to get him married to his weird and two colored eyes daughter was something he had never imagined.
He took her home not because he wanted, not because he was ever going to accept the so called marriage, between, she was only 16 years old! But destiny decided to play with his heart and test how capable he was of controlling himself and protecting the ones he loved. As said, When A Soldier Loves...He Kills To Protect. 


"Bend over, Mia, it's time for your punishment...." Mia's new boss tells her. Her body aches for his touch as she leans over the desk and waits for him to move behind her. *** Good girl Mia took a secretarial job in the big city after her mother dies, hoping to make a new start. When she meets her boss, Sam, she realizes she's not actually his secretary. She's his toy. And even though she's a virgin (at first!) she finds that she really likes the way he taunts and teases her. When he finally starts to touch her, it sets her core ablaze with a fire only he can extinguish. But then, there's his twin brother, Beau, the sweet man who got her the job to begin with. It's clear that Beau has caught feelings for her, and Mia likes him, too. In fact, he's everything she's ever wanted in a man. Clearly, she can't have them both, though, so eventually, she will have to choose. Will she continue to work as Sam's secretary, knowing she's nothing more than a play thing to him? Or will she give Beau her heart and find a new job so they can be together? Shared by the Sexy Billionaire Twins is an erotic romance with explicit scenes, some bondage, and some punishment. For mature audiences only. 
Every girl at the age of eighteen, if left unmated, is volunteered for the Alphas Hunt. Hazel is no exception and also the only one who sees it not as a chance to find a strong Alpha to take care of her, but rather as a ceremony that strips you of your free will and sends you out into the woods to be hunted like a deer.If she is claimed she will be his. If she is not, she will return in shame and be shunned from her pack. Hazel knows the ways of the Alphas, being the daughter of a Beta, but what she doesn't count on is the presence of the Lycan King. The leader of all is participating in his first-ever hunt, and she is his prey.***Warning: This book contains a LOT of mature content such as strong language, explicit s*x scenes, physical and mental abuse, BDSM, etc.*** 
⚠️ Warning: descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, sex. control, manipulation.He leaned in closer, his breath warm. "Is that what you call it when you wear that skirt?" he asked, his hand sliding down my back. "Or when you bend over, letting me see?"I struggled to find words to protest, but my body was reacting to him. "Please," I whispered. "We can't."He held me firmly, his gaze intense. "Can't or won't?" he asked. "I see it in your eyes, Emma. You want this."I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Mr. Hathaway, please," I begged, feeling confused by my own feelings.He leaned in closer, his breath hot. "Call me Alex," he said softly. "We're not at work anymore."Hearing his name sent a rush through me. Alex. It reminded me of the attraction I had been fighting. His hand moved up my thigh, and I couldn't help but respond. I moaned softly."You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. 



During the time I don't have a single cent under my name, I've received three missions to win over the hearts of three respective targets.
The first target is a rising star in the business world.
The second target is a genius doctor.
The third target is a famous lawyer.
Based on how busy these three targets are, it's a walk in the park for me to woo all of them as long as I can manage my time properly.
But I've completely forgotten about the fact that all three targets have their own first loves.
In the morning, the first target's childhood sweetheart accuses me of stealing her bracelet. So, the first target forces me to kneel for the whole night as a form of punishment.
In the afternoon, the second target's first love demands that I donate my organs to her. Even the second target tells me that the reason he allows me to approach him is so that I can serve as his first love's organ donor.
At night, the third target's best female friend takes my nudes and spreads salacious gossip about me. But the third target tells me to be more gracious, and that his friend is just joking around.
I seriously can't endure getting tortured 24 hours a day, so I tell the system that I want to give up and go home.
The system just replies, "Giving up is so easy! All you have to do is die in this world."
Naturally, I take its advice.
But why is it that all three targets suddenly lose control of themselves once I'm gone?