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Misty was never evil, never cruel—only unlucky enough to be chosen. When lies, betrayal, and public humiliation tear her life apart, she is forced to survive in a world that enjoys watching her fall. This is not a story about justice. It is a story about what remains after dignity, love, and hope are stripped away.

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

What happens when the one thing you want most in life is the one thing you are most afraid of? Jasmine is nineteen, ambitious, and terrified not of failure, not of the future, but of love itself. Raised on warnings that men would ruin her, she built walls so high that even she forgot what it felt like to be warm inside them. Then Felix happened. And suddenly everything she was so sure about begins to shake. But is one good man enough to undo years of fear? Especially when the women closest to her are crying themselves to sleep over men who once said the same sweet things Felix is whispering now? Can Jasmine trust what she feels or is love simply a beautiful disease she was right to avoid all along? Some fears keep you safe. Some fears keep you empty. Phobia for Love because wanting love and being ready for it are two very different things.

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?

She was promised to the crown prince. Destined to become empress. Yet she lived in fear— fear of the saint who would steal her place. The irony? She was the one declared a saint. Venerated in public. Broken in private. Betrayed by her own blood. Used by the temple. Discarded by the crown. In the end, she chose death. But death was not the end. The true saint offered her a second chance— on one condition: Destroy the empire that had devoured them both. This time, she would not be a saint. She would be the empire’s sacred scourge.

“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

Siya. Who considered Veer as her sworn enemy. Can she fall in love for the sake of a tradition? Will she get the inheritance? Or will it be love?

My signature on the marriage contract was a weapon aimed at the woman who destroyed my family. Jake Blackwood’s was a cold, strategic move to secure his empire. Our one rule: no real feelings. But Jake isn't the ruthless titan the world sees. He’s the man whose gaze softens only for me, whose touch in the dark feels truer than any clause on paper, and whose fiercely loyal teenage sister has decided I’m the missing heart of their world. Now, with a vindictive stepmother weaponizing our secrets, a scandalous hidden clause threatening to unravel everything, and a chemistry that burns through every boundary, I’m facing the one contingency we never planned for: falling desperately, irrevocably in love with my own husband. As our beautiful facade crumbles, we must decide if this is a partnership bound by law, or a future written by desire.

My family sold me to a monster to settle their debts. The whole country knows the rumors. Nicholas Sterling is a hideous, reclusive beast who shuns the light, a man whose face was ruined in a fire and whose heart was twisted by cruelty. They say he buys beautiful things—especially women—just to break them. I was delivered to his cliffside manor with nothing but the clothes on my back and a heart full of dread, a sacrificial lamb to keep my sister alive. I expected a grotesque tyrant. I was not prepared for him. A man with the face of a fallen angel and the presence of a king. His eyes aren't cruel; they're haunted by a grief so deep it steals my breath. His touch isn't violent; it’s a question that terrifies me even more. He calls me his wife. He gives me the run of his castle. But he also watches me with an intensity that feels like possession. And the one rule he gives me is the most chilling of all: Never go into the west wing. But in a house built on lies, how can I resist? The truth is waiting behind that door. And it’s more beautiful, and more terrible, than any beast.

He left her on their wedding night. She didn’t stop him. She didn’t cry. Because she thought she was finally free. But fate had other plans. One night— Everything was taken from her. Her light. Her voice. Her will to live. Three years later… He returns. But the woman he left behind— Is no longer the same. As secrets begin to surface and truths slowly unfold… He realizes one thing too late— He didn’t just leave her. He left her to break. And now… He will have to face the truth of that night.

[Warning 18+ Mature Content] "If I should ever meet any of them in my next life, I promise to make them pay. I promise to avenge my death and make their lives as miserable as they have made mine!" _* Kalia, a wolfless omega is married off to Alpha Callum who wants absolutely nothing to do with her. He hates and loathes her very existence because she is the illegitimate daughter of her father and only married her for her birthright.  When Kalia catches him cheating on her with her stepsister, the tables unexpectedly turn for the worse. She is rejected, beaten to the point of losing her unborn child and is wrongfully murdered but miraculously goes back in time to a few weeks before her marriage ceremony is to take place. This time, she she is no longer that quiet, naive girl that took every insult, pain and hurt inflicted on her with a cheerful smile on her face. She is now going to be their worst nightmare. She now holds all the cards to their misfortune. With the intent of changing her horrible, twisted fate, she plots to get her revenge on her stepsister and Ex-husband who wronged her by marrying his stepbrother whom Ex-husband had always been in a constant competition with, all his life.  But what Kalia doesn't know is that Callum's stepbrother also hides a dark secret of his own that is kept under wraps from the whole world. What happens when a contract marriage no longer sets the boundaries of their relationship? Would Kalia be able to carry out her revenge when she realizes that she has started developing feelings for Callum's stepbrother? She had asked for revenge so why was the moon goddess offering her another chance at love? #REBIRTH #ROMANCE #BxG #SECOND CHANCE LOVE #REVENGE #BETRAYAL #HIDDEN IDENTITY #POWER STRUGGLE #FATED MATES

What is more forbidden than falling in love with your husband's prisoner? For a Queen, it isn't just betrayal. It is treason. And when that prisoner is a werewolf - the sworn enemy of her people, such an act becomes an unforgivable crime, one not even death can pardon. Ismena would never do that though. She would never fall in love with her husband's prisoner. Especially not when she loves her husband... despite the shadows in their marriage. Especially not when the prisoner looks at her with nothing but absolute hatred. So why does she keep dreaming of the beastly enemy, shackled in cold iron in her husband's dungeon beneath the castle? __ WHAT TO EXPECT SLOW BURN // QUEEN + ENEMY PRISONER // ALPHA // MYSTERIOUS DREAMS // DETAILED INTIMATE SCENES // DETAILED VIOLENCE // HUMAN ROYALTY + WEREWOLF // MAGIC // LATE MEDIEVAL ROYALTY (FLEXIBLE APPLICATION) // DOMESTIC ABUSE ___ WSA ENTRY! UPDATE SCHEDULE: A CHAPTER DAILY. 50 POWER STONES = +1 CHAPTER 5 GOLDEN TICKETS = +1 CHAPTER

When Allegra Di Sante’s father is murdered, she inherits the throne of the most dangerous crime family in Las Vegas. Power comes easily to her. Trust does not. Especially not with Aiden Kane — the quiet, lethal bodyguard who seems to know too much about her world. As enemies close in and betrayal spreads through her own family, Allegra and Aiden are forced into a dangerous alliance. But Aiden is hiding a secret that could destroy everything between them. Because he didn’t come to protect the queen of Vegas. He came to bring her empire down.

Celeste had never felt loved. Living under the Dyers' roof, she had always been reminded of how unwanted she was. A charity case. A guest who had overstayed her welcome. There was nothing new about it-even she knew that. She had learned to make herself small. So when Marianne suddenly began treating her with warmth and affection, Celeste knew something had changed. She was no longer invincible. She didn't have to shrink herself. Didn't have to walk on eggshells. Her long-time wish finally came true, to be loved again by the people she called family. But it all came with a price. A price Celeste found absurd. There had always been a reason behind her aunt's kindness, and this time was no different. All Celeste had to do was marry a billionaire who had asked for her hand. It was fishy. Everything about it felt laughable. Celeste knew she wasn't worth marrying a billionaire. If anyone was, it was Lydia, Marianne's daughter. She was the obvious choice. But the mysterious billionaire had asked for Celeste specifically. And she wasn't given a choice. The moment she wrote her name on the marriage certificate, her life took a sudden turn. She woke up to the truth that she had been sold off to the Blackwells, the richest family in the world. But that wasn't the dreadful part. Celeste hadn't been sold to just anyone, she had been sold to Aiden Blackwell. And Aiden Blackwell was a madman. The mad heir of Richard Blackwell. ——————— "N-no please, please sir. T-this is w-wrong.." Aiden's fingers slowed down, but didn't stop it's slow stride, his brows furrowed as he stared at his wife. Her lips trembled but no more words came out. She still looked scared, but a little panicked now. "Is it wrong to touch my wife?" He asked, his fingers moving traitorously slow. Color painted Celeste's cheeks at his words. Was there a word to describe the feeling in between fear, panic and embarrassment? Celeste felt all three. Though he wasn't running wild now, she could see why he was referred to as the mad heir. Who touches a stranger like that just because she was called his wife? Aiden suddenly stopped, causing Celeste to tense up. Her eyes slowly found his face in the dark room, the little spill of light coming from somewhere in the room giving away his change in expression. His brows were drawn together at first, then a smirk crept up his lips. Celeste watched as his eyes moved from her robe to her face, with his smirk growing darker. "Are you naked wife?" He asked the known, an evil glint in his eyes that set off alarms in Celeste's head. He'd found out she wasn't wearing anything under the robe, a normal person would let her go right? Hopefully he was normal to that extent. Aiden's smirk deepened as he continued. "And you're not here to seduce me?" He asked accusingly. Celeste's eyes widen, her lips parting wordlessly as she took in the accusation, feeling his fingers continue its slow trail. "You're in my bed, wearing nothing under your robe, isn't that seduction little lamb?" He asked, his voice low. "N-no b-but I-I.." Without warning he leaned in, so close Celeste could feel his breath brushing her face. "Shh, let me touch what's mine, wife."

***MATURE CONTENT***He cheats, she waits and takes him back. Cheats again, and again, and the same thing happens. But one day Vivian Rose is fed up with her ex's wandering eye and decides to have some fun of her own. Enter billionaire and unapologetic playboy Ryan Terrell. A man with a hardened outer shell but a soft heart. They agree to a night of fun, but one night just isn't enough and they enter into an ‘arrangement' pretty soon the lines get blurred.

For the ten years she was the adopted daughter of the Lockwood Family, Isla Prescott had always been well-behaved. The only time she stepped out of line was to have a secret relationship with Silas Lockwood, whom she'd had a crush on for years. Because of their vast difference in status, the relationship came to a messy end. After Isla Prescott and Silas Lockwood broke up, she was pursued by Silas Lockwood's good friend, Shane Sterling. "He doesn't know how to cherish you. Why not consider me instead?" In Isla Prescott's eyes, Shane Sterling was mischievous, cunning, and full of nonsense, yet he was an even more unattainable figure than Silas Lockwood. Isla Prescott was sure she had never provoked him, but he cornered her by the bedside when he was drunk, caressing her red lips again and again, pleading with her over and over, "Isla Prescott, won't you give me a kiss?" What she didn't know was that, in places she couldn't see, he had been waiting with deep affection for a very, very long time.

The cruelest thing wasn't that she had long been buried in that shipwreck, but that she was still alive. Still living well, living well and no longer remembering him, and already having a daughter with another man, and that man was even his... *** Falling in love with him at eighteen, marrying him at twenty, giving birth to his son at twenty-one, and divorcing at twenty-four, Naomi Shaw had never imagined her love and marriage would end up in such a shattered state. She had always thought she would love one person, bear his children, and then grow old with him hand in hand. Only later did she realize that dreams and reality could never be compared after all. He had his unforgettable first love, yet she loved him to death. After falling into utter despair, she was finally able to leave everything behind. *** When they met again, she was with her daughter, who had been diagnosed with mild autism, and he mocked her coldly, "Naomi Shaw, the daughter you had with some other wild man is indeed not sound!" She replied indifferently, "And you are?" *** He had always been fond of those cold, glamorous, and enchanting women, and had little interest in a sweet and innocent girl like her. He never thought that one day, after the hurt he had inflicted and the hardships of life she had endured, she would finally become the woman he desired, only to no longer belong to him. ***

Song Lianhe transmigrated into a book, becoming the Villainess and legitimate daughter of the General Mansion, the Crown Prince's fiancée, and the female lead's stepping stone. Her existence was to use her ignorance and foolishness to highlight the female lead's intelligence and kindness; her repeated unrequited love also drove her completely insane, and in the end, she was tormented to death by the male and female leads working together... Song Lianhe transmigrated at the critical moment when the Villainess tried to drug the female lead, only for the plan to be cleverly thwarted by the female lead, resulting in the Villainess losing her own virginity instead. In a dilapidated temple, while "saving herself," she said to the paralyzed man: "Don't worry, I will take responsibility for you..." Afterwards, the woman picked up her skirt and fled. The villain opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a cold and sinister venom: "I want her dead!"

When she was giving birth, she learnt that her husband actually loved her sister. For her sister, he wouldn't hesitate to cast her into hell. Everyone looked down on her. Yet they didn't know, she had already caught the eye and captured the heart of another man, a man of overwhelming power...

I was just trying to survive my toxic family when I had the hottest one-night stand of my life. Then I found out he's my new stepbrother. And a mafia don. Demetrio DeLeon is dangerous, controlling, and completely off-limits. He's also the only man who's ever made me feel alive. Every stolen touch is forbidden. Every heated glance could destroy us both. But when his enemies come for me, I discover I'm not just some college dropout caught in the crossfire. I'm the missing daughter of the Russian Bratva's most feared pakhan. The girl whose kidnapping twenty years ago started a bloody war between two mafia empires. And now that war is back, with me at the center. Demetrio says he'll burn the world down before he lets me go. My biological brother Alexei wants to take me home to Russia. And I'm caught between two families, two worlds, and a love so consuming it might just kill us all. Some secrets are worth dying for. This one might cost me everything.