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Before the nation's fall, Murong Yu was the prime minister's legitimate daughter. She was surrounded by servants who catered to her every need, born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She was the epitome of a spoiled beauty. After the nation's demise, she became a concubine to the Northern Lord. This Northern Lord resented her, loathed her, and didn't like her at all. Yet, she had to endure it all because he held the fate of her entire family in his hands. However, in the fifth year of being with him, Murong Yu was reborn. She returned to her radiant youth, where the once all-powerful Northern Lord was now nothing more than a lowly servant in her family's residence. The future Northern Lord counted the things that Murong Yu did. The young miss had taught him martial arts, educated him, personally made pills to replenish his body, cared for him tenderly, and supported him in every way possible. She had nurtured him into an imposing and dignified figure. Unable to repay her kindness, he could only offer himself to her! Murong Yu, who had only wanted to lean on this future bigshot for support, thought, 'Did I push too hard? Is it too late to regret now?!'
My cousin Evelyn came to stay with us for a few days, and I happily agreed. In the middle of the night, I woke up to strange sounds coming from the bathroom—sounds I couldn't even begin to describe. And they were coming from Evelyn and my husband, Damian Holloway. “Damian, am I the one who makes you happy, or is it Vivian who does?” Evelyn’s voice was sweet, soft, almost like honey. It was enough to melt anyone. Then, just a second later, I heard my husband’s eager reply: “Baby, of course, it’s you. Vivian’s like a dead fish in bed, and she has stretch marks on her stomach. Just seeing them makes me lose my appetite. How could I possibly feel anything for her?”
Love is unrequitedAfter I died, my parents signed an organ donation consent form and my corneas were transplanted to their beloved adopted daughter, Lily Evans. Lily then married my older brother, David, and they finally became a “real” family. I had spent my whole life competing with Lily, only to end up with nothing. Reborn, I decided to live for myself, a decision that unexpectedly led to a happy ending.
The night before the family gala, Dante Moretti pulled me into his penthouse apartment overlooking Manhattan. He traced the family tattoo on my back. His touch was undeniably possessive, and my very soul trembled with a decade of unspoken longing. I had loved Dante for ten years. In that moment, it seemed my silent prayers were finally about to be answered. Then, as we were tangled in the silk sheets, he whispered promises of a future where I would be the queen of his empire. He would make me the one and only Principessa of the Moretti family. I believed him. The next morning, I was curled against his firm chest as he chatted casually with my stepbrother, Marco Rossi. My cheeks were flushed, my heart racing, still lost in the sweetness of the night before. Then, they slipped into Sicilian. Marco leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well done, future Don. Didn't think you'd ever tame that little wildcat. So, tell me, how was my dear stepsister?" Dante let out a lazy chuckle. "Plays the innocent in public, but in private? A total animal. Who would've guessed?" A low, knowing laugh erupted in the room. Marco raised an eyebrow. "So, should I keep calling her 'sister,' or is it 'future sister-in-law' now?" Dante's tone darkened, and his arm tightened around my waist. Then he sighed. "She's nothing. Just... practice," he whispered, his voice dropping. "I'm about to get engaged to Sofia Bianchi, and I can't have her thinking I'm inexperienced. Isabella Rossi was just a warm-up." He paused. "But don't tell Sofia. I don't want her thinking I'm some kind of player." They didn't know I'd been secretly studying Sicilian for months, hoping to one day fit seamlessly into Dante's world. I understood every single word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early admission application to the University of Southern California and applied to Columbia University instead.
After my Beta boyfriend, Nolan, disappeared for the 10th time, claiming the "call of the wild," I spotted him at the Pack's moonlight party. My keen werewolf hearing picked up on Nolan’s proud bragging. "That's how you have to train a fated mate. Can't be too good to her—you gotta keep her on her toes! I've had Kael keep an eye on her for me. I'll show up again when the time is right." I turned and went home, only to find the tall, handsome Alpha, Kael, brewing a calming herbal soup for me. I decided to fight back. I wrapped my arms around Kael's lean waist from behind, pressing my cheek against his solid back. As if by accident, I let my nose brush against his skin, which was heavy with his Alpha scent. "Kael, since Nolan's clearly done with me, why don't we... see where this goes?"
When we were young, Samantha Anderson was the girl down the street. For as long as I remember, she’s been my partner in crime, in adventures, and in almost everything. Sami is fun and sexy, my greatest confidant, and my best friend. From early on, we vow that our relationship will never change—through thick and thin, we’ll remain always and forever in the friend zone. We will not cross that line. After all, I’m not a forever kind of guy. Then that line blurs. We amend our agreement. Best friends become friends with benefits. Is this new agreement the key to our future? Or will I lose my best friend? MY ALWAYS ONE is a new, fun, and sexy friends-to-lovers contemporary romance.
I was reborn on the day of my sister Lyra's and my mate selection ceremony. It was also on this day that I discovered I could hear the inner thoughts of others. I heard Lyra, who had also been reborn, vowing to steal Ronan—the powerful, gentle mate I was bonded to in my past life. Lyra got her wish, rushing to Ronan's side. In her wake, my father declared I would be bonded to the cold, ruthless Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, Kaelen Blackwood. He was Lyra's mate from her past life—a man with a reputation for being cold and ruthless. Faced with Lyra's smug expression, I sneered inwardly. She had no idea that Ronan, my mate from my last life, was not the perfect lover he appeared to be, but a monster in disguise.
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The day Aiden Grant won the World Philanthropy Award. I was declared terminal by the doctor because I couldn't afford to replace my artificial heart. The TV host asked Aiden Grant to call the person he regretted the most. I answered the phone and listened to Aiden ask me: "Did you regret leaving me for money back then?" I looked at the huge bill for the heart replacement and chuckled softly: "Aiden Grant, you're so rich, can you lend me two hundred thousand?" The call was abruptly disconnected, and I watched Aiden coldly speak on TV: "Now there are no regrets." He didn't know that when his heart failed, I secretly replaced my heart with his.
My husband, Liam, died in a car crash during a business trip. The night before I was supposed to fly home to my parents, his parents served me a bowl of soup. When I woke up, a man was lying next to me. His clothes were a mess, his skin covered in scratches. It was my brother-in-law, Evan. I scrambled to get out of bed, but he grabbed my ankle, yanking me back down. He pinned me beneath him, his breath hot on my skin. "My brother's dead," he hissed. "You, and everything he owned? You're mine now." "Give me a son," he continued, his voice dropping to a sick whisper. "A little piece of him to carry on. Do that, and maybe... maybe I'll consider letting you go." They drugged me with something that left my limbs feeling like lead and locked me in that room. Night after night of humiliation turned into something else for him. He became obsessed, addicted to my body. It didn't stop, not even after I was pregnant. Not even after he got engaged to Chloe Lang. He would still sneak into my room every night, a ghost in the dark. Then Chloe found out. While Evan was away, she came for me. She dragged me and my unborn child into a bathtub filled with formaldehyde, and we suffocated in the chemical stench. A single coffin for two bodies. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back in that room, on the day it all began. Evan was leaning over me, his hands tearing at my dress. As his lips came down towards mine, I forced my trembling body still and let my voice drop to a low, chilling whisper. "I'm barely cold in my grave, and you're already forcing yourself on my wife? Did you ever even respect me, your own brother?"
The Vance Pack is legendary, known as the werewolf clan with the purest and most powerful bloodline. And I, Elara, am the Alpha of the Vance Pack—the powerful she-wolf feared by werewolves everywhere as the "Crimson Fang." However, I yearned for a love unconstrained by my status. So, I concealed my identity and took a job at a design firm. During that time, I met and fell in love with Caleb, the Alpha of the Sterling Pack. For three years, he spoiled me rotten and let me get away with anything, yet he always refused to make it official with a bonding ceremony. Later, I learned that his pack looked down on me for my supposedly humble origins. After all, for a powerful pack controlling a vast business empire, accepting a rogue wolf of unknown origin as their Luna was out of the question. To put an end to the gossip Caleb endured over our difference in status, I decided to reveal my true identity. But then Caleb began to disappear for days on end. After the ninety-ninth night he failed to come home, I found a bonding contract in his study. It was between him and Bianca, the heiress of the Stone Pack. It turned out that while he was whispering sweet nothings to me, he had already agreed to an arranged bonding ceremony his pack had set up. So, I decided to keep a secret of my own. I reached for the Bloodthorn Totem, the symbol of the Vance Pack. Since he was ready to bind himself to someone else, it was time for me to leave.
A week before the bonding ceremony, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my fated mate, Damien, and his friends. "You actually changed the ceremony location for Cassia?" one of them teased. "And you haven't even told your Luna?" Damien snorted dismissively. "It doesn't matter. She loves me so much she nearly shattered her own wolf for me. She'll do anything I ask." "I'm only changing the location. I'm still bonding with her." "Cassia likes it, so of course I have to make her happy." On the day of the ceremony, he stared at the hall—empty without a bride—and roared, "Reyna, where the hell are you?!" I smiled, taking the hand of the wolf beside me, and watched the golden sunlight spill over the summit of Solstice Peak—the place I had chosen. "I arrived long ago."
Lucinda a normal girl or so she thought, when she meets a guy with piercing eyes that always seem to change and an attraction she can't ignore, she is thrown into the chaos of her past where she learns that maybe just maybe not everything is as it seems and you can't trust anyone. A place where werewolves and witches exist and hormones are the least of your worries. ********* "How dare you waltz in here pretending you own me like some sort of pet?" I shouted to Mercedes guy, sorry Evan but thats when I saw a change in his eyes again. This time he shook and thats when I started to hear the cracking of bones and to be honest it was the most awful sound I had ever heard, and holy shit he was growing black fur all over his body as it twisted and changed shape. Then standing in front of me was the biggest wolf I had ever seen. I backed up quickly in my chair as he padded the four feet towards me closing the distance in a matter of seconds he was breathing heavily on my face "though it didn't smell bad, more like a sweet scent just like the orange's and spice" As he was towering above me he lowered his head and just like that he licked me. What the fuck a humongous black wolf just licked my face, but as he pulled away I saw those eyes again. They were gray just like before but they looked sad, and right then I felt this all consuming need to hold him and tell him whatever it is it will be ok. "What is wrong with me? Would everything be ok?" I thought to myself how can I be feeling sorry for some huge beast in my living room that was this really hot guy about a minute ago that grew fur, long teeth and then licked my face? "OMG I need help". " Could my day get any weirder?" I could hear my thoughts saying.
I was eight months pregnant with his heir. At a party celebrating my husband, Dante, the new Underboss. His so-called "sister" pointed at my belly. "Her stretch marks are disgusting," she sneered. "Like maggots." The room erupted in laughter. I demanded an apology. Dante just stared at me. "Sophia's just a kid; she doesn't know any better. Why are you taking it so seriously? Don't be a buzzkill." Then he threw me out. Into the freezing Chicago rain. In nothing but a nightgown. I could hear him bragging to his men inside. "Eight months pregnant, and she acts like a princess." "She'll be back in ten minutes. Crying and begging." But this time, he was dead wrong. I walked out into the street and made a call. "Dr. Evans? I'd like to schedule an abortion." A man like that doesn't deserve an heir. And I was no longer his to break.
I am the long-lost daughter of the Stonecrest Pack's Alpha. On the surface, I'm meek and quiet, but in my head, it’s a constant stream of snark. What I don't know, however, is that the werewolves in my new pack can hear my every inner thought. On my first day home, my three older brothers warned me to my face: "Even though you share our blood, we only acknowledge Alana as our sister. You need to know your place. You’re an outsider here." My face was a mask of indifference, but inside, I was lamenting, 'Seriously? I must have royally pissed off the Moon Goddess in a past life to get stuck with the Stonecrest Pack. This is the literal worst.' My brothers froze, their ears twitching as their keen hearing picked up on my thoughts. "Alana is sweet and obedient. She loves everyone in the pack." "Don't you dare stir up trouble by vying for affection." I couldn't help but fire back in my mind, 'Yeah, right. She's so "obedient" she'll be the one to destroy this pack. I wouldn't want that kind of "love" if you paid me.' My brothers stared, their faces pale, as if they’d just seen a ghost.
Because of a curse targeting my bloodline, my inner wolf lost its innate precognitive abilities. After my father’s death, I was sent to live with the Alpha of the Frostfang Pack, Carlos Thorne—his best friend's son—as his future Luna. At the same time, my most trusted friend, Rachel, stole my journal where I recorded my "precognitive dreams." With it, she transformed herself into a highly sought-after "Seer." The journal described a powerful Alpha—my fated mate. And right now, my three prospective suitors were hovering around her, arguing over which of them was the fated man from her "prophecy." When my name came up, they sounded impatient, their voices dripping with contempt. "Her bloodline is tainted. How dare she even think of marrying one of us?" "The heiress of the Silver Flame Pack? Ha! She’s from a defective bloodline now!" "Should we provoke her some more? Maybe her spiritual core will shatter, and she'll go completely insane." "Haha! Then none of us will have to marry her." I stood at the doorway, the ancient bloodline that had been dormant within me for years now pulsing with newfound strength. They had no idea that the seal of the curse had long since loosened, and my awakening was quietly beginning. I had never loved any of them. They were merely pawns in my game. Just then, Carlos's voice echoed in my head through our mind-link. "Evelyn, have you decided? Which of the three candidates will you choose?" "Alpha Carlos, our betrothal... isn't that the only choice?"
Two years after I married New York's Don, Colter Moretti, my ex-fiancé, Nico Falcone, decided he wanted me back. The roar of engines was a declaration of war as a convoy of black, bulletproof cars descended upon my private estate. Soldati unloaded crate after crate of “gifts”—jewelry, designer gowns, an antique piano. He stood proudly before his car and announced, "Bella, I told you. The only reason I was with my brother's widow was that he died unexpectedly. The Falcone family needed the heir she was carrying." "Now that the child is born, I've fulfilled my promise to the family. I'm back to marry you!" Lounging by the pool after my post-natal yoga, I didn’t even bother to open my eyes. He frowned, his tone becoming condescending. "I know you're upset, but you're a Romano. You want for nothing! Can't you show a little compassion for a grieving widow?" "I know it was selfish to make you wait two years, but I'm back now! In three days, we'll be married. I know you still care about me. Otherwise, why would you wear such a revealing bikini just for me?" The sheer audacity of it made me laugh. "Guards, throw him out!" What a joke. I’d just given birth to the Moretti heir, and my husband, Colter, had been urging me to take our son to visit my parents. Instead, I run into this clown.
When twenty‑four‑year‑old Lynn Waning marries corporate heir Lucian Li in a strictly strategic union, she believes that love might yet bloom behind closed doors. Instead, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage—isolated by prenuptial restrictions, overshadowed by Lucian’s college sweetheart, and silenced by rumors of corporate espionage. A single spark of courage ignites when an accidental kiss and an unplanned pregnancy threaten to unravel their cold arrangement. Humiliated and betrayed, Lynn flees to Vancouver, giving birth to their son, Milo, alone—and rising from exile as the unlikeliest of designers with her fledgling brand, Waning Tide. Five years later, Madame Waning returns to Shanghai’s glittering Fashion‑Tech Expo as a celebrated eco‑luxury jeweler. At her side, Milo and baby brother Kai, each bearing their father’s eyes and her fierce resilience. Lucian, blindsided by her transformation and haunted by his own missteps, must confront betrayal within his own family and the crimes that exiled Lynn in the first place. As corporate sabotage ignites a high‑stakes battle for R\&D secrets, Lynn and Lucian forge an uneasy alliance—one that blossoms into genuine partnership when they unite to protect their children and rebuild a marriage on trust rather than contract.
Damon Slade was the strongest Alpha of the Northarch pack, cold and aloof to all, yet he reserved his tenderness only for me. For no other reason than that I was his mate. But when his first love, Vicky Vance, was struck by a fatal curse and near death, he handed me a Forgetting Rune. "Vicky won't last more than three days, Frye." "Can you give me three days? Activate this rune and temporarily sever our mate bond." "Let me give Vicky a bonding ceremony, to fulfill her dying wish of becoming my mate." "I won't hurt you. The rune will make you temporarily forget me." "After she passes away in three days, you'll take the antidote, and you'll remember everything. We'll go back to how things were." Gazing at his calm, gentle expression, I silently activated the rune. He didn't know I had created this rune myself. There was no such thing as an antidote. In three days, I would forget him completely. All our embraces and vows would vanish as if they had never existed.
On my sixth anniversary with Alpha Lucas, I poured my heart into designing a new glyph to symbolize our union, buzzing with excitement for our future. But then, my best friend sent me a photo. In the photo, Lucas was at the pack's moonlight ceremony, locked in a passionate kiss with a she-wolf who was a dead ringer for me. That’s when I discovered the man I'd been with for six years had been searching for a replacement for his dead fated mate, Ally. I was Number 9. The she-wolf in the photo was Number 20. I rushed to Chicago and used the pack's internal locator to find Lucas. "Damn, man, this Number 20 is a dead ringer for Ally. Even more than Selena." "I'd say Selena still looks more like her. If she didn't look so much like Ally, you think Lucas would have wasted six years on her?" Lucas flicked the ash from his cigarette, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face. "They're both pretty similar, but Number 20 is more passionate in bed. Selena's just too damn uptight." "I heard you had someone pick out a moonstone ring, getting ready to propose? To Selena or this new one?" Lucas leaned back on the sofa smugly. "Haven't decided yet. Why don't you guys help me choose? Who should I mark?" A chill shot down my spine. I stumbled away, my body trembling uncontrollably. Once I’d pulled myself together, I sent a message to my best friend: "That Alpha cousin of yours, the one who's had a crush on me and has been waiting for me for four years—is he still single?"
At my twenty-second birthday gala, I issued a challenge: the man who won "The Sanctuary," an architectural model of my own design, would become my fiancé. My childhood sweetheart, Blake Cunningham, was certain he would be the one. However, midway through the evening, the model was accidentally knocked over. At its center, the silver World Tree, a symbol of dreams, shattered into a thousand pieces. As the fragments scattered across the floor, a crucial branch landed right at the feet of a mysterious young man in sunglasses, Jonas Thorne. He bent down and picked it up. Blake bellowed, "What do you think you're doing? Get your hands off that!" I stepped in front of Jonas, shielding him. I said, "You're my fiancé now."