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Not every wolf meets their mate and lives 'happily ever after', so what happens to the ones who don't? Annie has lived in the human world for 20 years or so creating a good life for herself. By chance at a family wedding she meets Hugh, a wolf from the fearsome Reiver Pack who hail from the Highlands of Scotland. After a shaky start their relationship goes from strength to strength until Hugh's dealings with Edinburgh's criminal underbelly puts Annie's life in danger.

Taking the Protagonist's role in the most hated BL-fantasy novel...as the canon fodder. "...impossible. Why the MC?! he's the most hated person there is to even live! He just married the male lead for the sake of plot armory?!" After cursing a digital novel in a bath tub, Mikko find himself in a fantasy world where young workers are turned into stone for whammy gifts to their duke, Ling Kaladin. Death was the truth, if he wasn't to die in front of the aristrocat, he will definetly be off just simply trying to live through this strenuous universe. "I'll play as the Protagonist before he gets here." Little does this world know though, Mikko was the best liar there was.

Jordan is a new adult, although he has always been a good wolf, a calm one, he's showing more dominant-alpha traits, he's becoming more aggressive. Kicked out on a training trip to another pack land, he's stunned to find his mate, his alpha mate, but two dominant wolves can't be mates, one of them got to submit. Let the games begin. The sequel and part of two of the under the moon story can be read as a standalone. Contains cgl and fluff.

The novel tells the story of Du Wei, who is considered a waste and an idiot, selling his soul to the devil in exchange for power.

Deceive me tells the story of Petal Steel, a young girl recently graduated in English literature, who with a lot of effort and dedication got an internship in a publisher, everything was going very well, until one day Dylan Scott accidentally bumped into a petal in the leaving a restaurant, they meet again at the publishing house where a romance full of love begins, but she witnesses a misunderstanding by Dylan where she thinks that everything was just an illusion, for that reason and other reasons take different paths, petal recognizes that made a mistake in not listening and goes into depression. _ I invite you to embark on this Romance, I sincerely hope you like it. Thanks,❤️ 

Kylie Walker had a very sad past. She was broken. The only ones who care and help her being alive are her brother, dad and friends. But is it really the feeling of being alive. Or probably half dead? Raffael King is an infamous bad boy. He is a city's heartthrob. He was in Spain this whole time, away from everyone he loves. His life was nothing but torture. What will happen when two broken parts will merge into one? When will they feel completely alive? It's a modern fairy tail, so will there be a happy ending?

Raising her head she looked at him with a hint of disbelief in her eyes. He slapped her. But she knows that this would happen. She expected much worse. Probably death according to her experience. Now his expressions are visible. He looked broken rather than angry. He looked like a man who is in pain. Another tear passed as he inhaled audibly and exhaled as if it is releasing his pain. But something looked more in him. The heaviness in his heart. Or might be the decision he too His hand reached to her face making her flinch as her eyes flickered snapping them between his fingers and him in a split second. But his forefinger only traced the outline of her face from her loose hairline to her chin adoring her features as if he is going to miss them in the future. His thumb rubbed her cheek gently caressing them, his eyes showing the sincerity of his affection and action but also held the hint of broken feeling and missing feeling. "You wanted to be free that badly". "From me"? "To this extent". He asked her, the back of his hand smoothly rubbing her jaw and cheek. His thumb caressed her lower lip from one end to the other end. "Fine then. I will leave you. I will release you from this cage---". Now his eyes spared the time to look into her eyes and his hand took her hand in his. "----Not because you wanted. It's because that is the only thing I could do other than hurting you". His teeth ground with each other as he said. "I'm afraid-----afraid that I might hurt you someday and I'm fucking more afraid that regret eats me like shit when I do that to you". His face twisted in anger saying that as his hand-applied more pressure making her yelp in pain. With a hsss sound, he pointed his finger to her aggressively and said in his tears gritting his teeth. "Hsss. I fucking loved you, I loved you so much and I never once treated you badly. I showed you my love in the most possible way ever. I made efforts in convincing you to accept the real me but you fucking betrayed me. YOU FUCKING BETRAYED ME. I agree I deceived you, I agree I betrayed you but this isn't the right thing for you to do this to me. My men lost their lives because of you. I betrayed you and you betrayed me but it is a different thing for you to do this to me". "But the feelings are mutual Andrey. . . . . They are mutual. The pain that we feel, knowing that our loved ones betrayed us is mutual. You can't blame me. I felt the same. But in your case, betrayal costs things, Andrey". She said referring to the lives of his men. His jaw clenched as the hot tears trailed out of his eyes and it hurt her for making him cry. Deceived or not, betrayal or not, she loved him and it hurts her when she sees him crying. Never once did he cries in front of her, not atleast like this broken. That didn't feel well with her. "I fucking love you enough to let you go". Saying that he slammed the papers on her face for which she caught them. "You betrayed me for your freedom...... Since you hate living with me, let's separate our ways".

The Mortal Realm never stands steady for long. The greed of man consumes them and their empires, tearing through the lands like a plague. The Old Gods knew this, keeping them underfoot for millennia, but Gaia ended the Era of Hunger with the gift of Ether. They betrayed her gift, just as the other gods thought she betrayed them, and rose to strike at the Old Gods. From their blood and the seas of man that died in their war, Ophelia was born. Ophelia, Manifestation of Hunger, Rot Incarnate, perverted her gift into seals upon all of the mortals potential, forcing them to struggle tirelessly to each new height. For centuries afterwards, we fought aimlessly under her rule against her calamities, but now, hope sparks again. A flame is born in a boy, an exile, one set to burn the hands of the gods.

Althea stood at the doorway of the bridal suite, her heart heavy with a weight she couldn't shake. The dress lay on the bed, pristine and untouched, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. It wasn't supposed to be her walking down the aisle, pledging herself to a man she barely knew. But here she was, forced to step into her sister's place. Her sister's choice to leave had devastated her. She had rejected a life that demanded sacrifice and duty, choosing freedom over family. And Althea, for all her anger and confusion, was left with no choice but to save the family's reputation. She had to wear the dress, say the vows, and marry a man she didn't love. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the veil, staring at her reflection. She looked perfect-beautiful, poised-but she didn't feel that way. She felt like a shadow, a replacement for the woman who should've been here. The weight of the gown suffocated her as she prepared to step into a life that wasn't hers to claim. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to marry him. But with every step she took toward the chapel, the reality set in. There was no turning back. And there, at the altar, stood Elijah. His eyes locked on hers as she approached, his gaze intense, unreadable. A faint smile curved his lips, one she couldn't quite decipher, but there was something in it that made her blood run cold. Satisfaction. He looked at her as if she were an object, something to be claimed. With each step, his smile deepened, pleased with what was walking toward him. He wasn't looking at her as a woman to be loved. He was looking at her as a prize, something that had finally fallen into his grasp. Althea's throat tightened. She couldn't turn back now, not with everyone watching. As she reached the altar, she realized the vows she was about to speak weren't hers to make. They had been written for her sister, and now she would speak them, to a man who had claimed her sister's life and was now claiming hers by default.

I wasn't supposed to be living my life like this. I was supposed to be happy, not being bounced between two men, deceiving one and then falling in love with the other. This was wrong, and I knew it was going to catch up to me. I hope it doesn't catch up too soon. Emma Sawyers was the stay at home, bookworm type of girl. Her crazy, outgoing friend one night invited her out to go party, and there she bumped into a long time crush. What happens when said crush asks for a huge favor that surpasses all favors? Read on to find out.