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A Requiem for the Alpha’s Moon
I was the rogue ruining their bonding ceremony. Half my face was a ruin of burnt flesh, the other a crosshatch of scars. My mangled left hand reached for him—the groom, Alpha Darius. "Give it some money," he snapped. "Get this crazy bitch out of my sight." With the stump of my tongue, I forced out a broken sound. "Da—" His shoulders went rigid. For a second, I thought he’d turn. But his bride whispered in his ear, and he walked on without a backward glance. That night, clutching his blood money, I threw myself into the icy waters of Puget Sound. It was only after I died that the world decided it loved me. -
Bound Bride of the Red Fang
Vera is a young clanswoman of the "Gray Plains Tribe." She has endured cold stares for years—only because she is a bastard child, born with heterochromatic eyes, and burdened with the curse of a "disaster-bringer." No one knows that she is actually the daughter of the Gray Plains' rightful heir, and her mother died in a political purge. To save the tribe's face, Vera is arranged to be a "substitute bride" for Layton Redfang, the young lord of the "Redfang Legion," replacing the noble lady Aria who fled from the marriage. Rumor has it that Layton is cruel and bloodthirsty in battle, the most unfeeling Alpha in the royal capital. What's more terrifying is that he has never accepted any "arranged spouse." -
A Mother’s Sapphire Requiem
My younger son was stung by a wasp. I raced him to the hospital where my older son worked. But his girlfriend, a nurse, blocked our path. Her eyes narrowed. "Do you know Caspian Hawthorne?" "Of course, he's my—" A sharp slap cut me off. "You old bitch," she sneered. "You really think you can steal my man just because you have a pretty face?" She pointed a finger at my son, dying on the gurney. "Is that the bastard child you had with him?" She held up her phone. "Strip. Tell the camera you're a slut. Or he dies right here." To save my son, I did it. But when I was done, his chest was still. He was gone. "Now it's your turn, you old bitch." She pulled out a scalpel and stalked toward me. Just then, the ER doors burst open. -
Where Nightmares Roam
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High-school student Cierra, having lost her parents in a tragic house fire, has spent the last seventeen years living with her aunt and uncle. During the day she goes to school and struggles with math like everyone else, but at night she steps into a world of adventure. Cierra has always wondered why her dreams are so vivid and clear, and now, having watched Nightmares and darkness take over her most beloved dream realm, she's ready to find out who she is. Now, the realms in her dreams are succumbing to darkness and she finds herself in the middle of a battle that traces back thousands of years. Join her as she learns who she is and losses everything in the process. -
Reborn to Kick Out My Mate's Bastard Pup
My mate faked his death. He left me to run our pack alone. Then I found a pup beside his grave, freezing in the snow. His parents called the pup a "gift." A blessing to soothe their grief. They forced me to raise him as my own. For twenty years, I had no idea that I raised the bastard son he’d had with his mistress. The day I was set to name him Alpha, my dead mate returned. And his mistress was right beside him. "She's the one who stole our son!" Zane, my mate, spat at me. His lover sneered. "She lied to everyone. Made you call your kidnapper 'Mother.'" They held me down. And poured molten silver down my throat. But I woke up. Twenty years in the past. Back in the snow. The pup who would ruin me lay at my feet. This time, I won't be a fool. I will choose a different, loyal heir to take his place. Let’s see you have your touching family reunion in twenty years, Zane. -
Too Late Alpha, She’s Already Gone
My mate, Caleb, was a werewolf who secured his Alpha position thanks to my mother's prestige. After my mother passed away, he immediately took Seraphina and her mother, Isabelle, as his new favorites. I thought Seraphina was just his new infatuation. Then, the day Seraphina was "injured" by wolfsbane, Caleb personally locked me in the Silver Cell, a chamber reserved for punishing traitors. His face was a mask of disgust. "I have no mate as vicious as you. Stay in here and repent." I screamed that I was innocent, begging him to let me out. But all I received was his cold command: "No one lets her out until she's learned her lesson." The Silver Cell stood alone on the edge of the pack’s territory. No one could hear my wails. The walls of the cell were forged from pure silver, continuously burning my skin and completely suppressing my healing abilities. I was covered in wounds, and my inner wolf was howling in agony as she died. Five days after my death, he finally remembered me. But all he found were my rotting bones. -
Playing Dirty
Kallie Claire has been the perfect wife for 10 years. Nick Walker has been cheating on her repeatedly with countless women. She forgives him every time. When she discovers him with her twin sister, Kallie finally breaks. “You want an open relationship? Let’s make it truly open.” She sleeps with his cousin and seduces his best friend. In this rotten world, it’s all about who can be more shameless. But as the “innocent housewife” becomes a ruthless player, she realizes she’s been trapped in someone else’s game all along. A man has been watching from the shadows for a decade. And her cheating husband? He might be the most desperate player of all. -
The Ex Who Called After His Engagement
I came home from work. A copy of Vogue was in the mailbox, its cover a special issue celebrating the engagement of my ex-boyfriend, Julian, and his new fiancée. I froze. Before I could process it, my phone rang. I answered instinctively. A familiar voice spoke my name—one I hadn't heard in three years. "Ava, what if I told you I regret it?" "Would you take me back?" -
We Were Just Bros After All
My star athlete boyfriend, Liam, had a habit. After every intense, passionate night we spent together, he would take an intimate photo of me. Tonight, he'd been an untamed beast in bed. Afterward, he cajoled me into posing for a particularly risqué photo. After he was done, my cheeks were flushed, and I pushed him away with a playful reproach. "Obsessed with that photo, huh? What's so fascinating about it?" Liam replied with a smug grin, not even bothering to look up. "Chloe's coming back tomorrow. The girl I've been obsessed with for seven years. This is probably our last time, so I had to make it memorable." I froze. Staring at him, I asked blankly, "What do you mean?" Liam just cocked his head, a look of mock surprise on his face. "What else could it mean? The goddess is back, so of course I have to be all in with her. I can't be messing around with you anymore!" "C'mon, Ava. We're just bros. Scratching an itch for each other is what we do. You haven't actually caught feelings after all this time, have you?" With that, he tossed the torn lingerie at my face. "Alright, drop the sad-puppy act. It's a total buzzkill. Don't worry, I'll keep your photos safe for you." "And hey, if Chloe is ever busy, you're always welcome to come over for another round!" An icy spike of pain shot through my heart. It finally hit me. Liam had never loved me. I was just... the girl he treated like one of the guys. -
The Christmas Debacle....
The Christmas DebacleMy flight to Hokkaido for Christmas was cancelled. I dragged my suitcase back home, defeated.The moment I opened the door, I saw it – candlelight dinner for two on the table, and clothes scattered like fallen leaves across the floor.This wasn39;t the first time I39;d walked in on Mark and his little secretary doing this. I39;d honestly lost count.The sounds of labored breathing coming from the bedroom were like a fingernail on a chalkboard.But, unlike the old me, I didn39;t scream or cry. I just sat down on the living room couch and waited for the ridiculous scene to play itself out. -
Blood Oath Beneath the Moon
To end a brutal war between wolves and humans, noble-born Ilena Selvia is offered as a blood-bond sacrifice to the feared Night-Wolf Alpha, Kael Brighton. Bound by duty, scarred by loss, and driven by prophecy, Kael expects a human puppet—what he gets is a girl with wolf blood in her veins and defiance in her heart. As Ilena endures brutal trials, shifting loyalties, and political traps, she uncovers a forgotten legacy: a power that may be the key to saving both realms—or destroying them. Amid blood-stained battles and moonlit rituals, her bond with Kael deepens from reluctant truce to something far more dangerous. But when a prophecy demands a life freely given to halt the Blood-Moon apocalypse, Kael makes the ultimate sacrifice, severing fate with his own blood. Left with only ashes and memory, Ilena refuses to let death write the final chapter. In a world ruled by claw and crown, she will walk the earth-road alone—Luna to a fallen Alpha, armed with a dagger and a promise—to tear through destiny and bring him home. *Blood Oath Beneath the Moon* is a sweeping werewolf fantasy romance of sacrifice, prophecy, and a love that defies even death itself. -
Secret Marriage No More
For seven years, I made sure everyone at the University of Washington knew I was chasing Caleb. Everyone assumed Caleb had no interest in me, that he couldn't even stand the sight of me. What they didn't know was that for those seven years, we were tangled up in a passionate affair, and later, secretly married for three. The only thing was, in the ten years I gave him my heart and soul, he never once publicly acknowledged me. Five years after we separated, Caleb and I sat at the same table again at our university reunion in Seattle. My best friend Sarah, whom I hadn't seen in years, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Ava, are you still in love with Caleb?" "The latest financial report just called Caleb the city's most eligible bachelor. You should shoot your shot again and win him over!" I was about to deny it when the private room erupted in another wave of excitement. A man in a custom-tailored suit moved through a wave of greetings, his presence radiating a quiet nobility. He sat down beside me. "Ava, long time no see." "How have the last five years been treating you?" I lowered my gaze, a small smile playing on my lips. "Couldn't be better. My life is perfect without you in it." -
A Healer's Contract of Repayment
"Darcy is back. She's moving in." My marriage was a contract, a truth that struck me like a physical blow when my Alpha, Arthur Blackwood, brought his fated mate home. My inner wolf howled, and a bitter fury blazed in my heart. "I thought he would see you for what you've given him, Elara," sighed Lyla Blackwood, Arthur's mother, her voice laced with helpless pity. For five years, I had tirelessly used my rare gift to piece together his shattered wolf and broken body. At the time, he had been a wreck—ravaged by silver-forged weapons, his legs crippled, his temper a volatile storm. Now, all my devotion felt like a lie. A sliver of hope had flickered within me months ago, but the truth was now stark and clear: you can't save a man who refuses to see you. Our contract was expiring. Arthur had gotten what he wanted. So I initiated the ritual to sever the mate bond and vanished without a trace. As far as I was concerned, Arthur had broken the contract first. So why was he now hunting for me like a man possessed, desperate to win me back? -
After Alpha acknowledged 44 sisters, I made him regret it.
After Alpha acknowledged 44 sisters, I made him regret it. Father was injured in a collision on Moonstone Street, and when we found the perpetrator, Alpha Marcus, disheveled, emerged from the passenger seat. I stayed by his side at Silver Moon Hospital, but he remained by the perpetrator's side at the Law Enforcement Department undergoing investigation. I disagreed with reconciliation, and he fiercely threw a thermos cup at my head. "She is the most promising new lawyer in the company. Do you want to ruin her career like this? What are you thinking!" I calmly wiped the blood from my head, looking at him in panic. This wasn't the first time he betrayed our Mate Bond, but it was the most serious. In my mind, I suddenly recalled the fifth year after the Marking when he raised an eyebrow and spoke to me. "Besides, she just recognized me as her brother." "What I give her is familial affection, what I give you is Mate love. There is a difference!" "Moreover, you can also recognize the werewolves outside as your brothers, I won't stop you." Later, as he wished, I was with the werewolf he personally brought to me. Yet he begged me to return to his side. -
Pregnant by My Ex’s Mafia Uncle
On the day of my engagement ceremony, my fiancé Marcus Castellano abandoned me for his adoptive sister. My family and I faced humiliation before Chicago’s most ruthless crime lords. Three years passed in silence. Now he’s back, staring at my swollen belly with pure rage. “Whose bastard are you carrying?” I caress my belly, lips curving into a dangerous smile. “Someone from the Castellano, of course.” -
ROYAL BLOOD
Micah you are playing with fire! This story is R-18. If you like drama, royalty, action and a whole bunch of sexual escaped this story is for you. She was just a farmer's daughter, living a simple life with her sister and her sick father. But everything changed overnight, her only source of living, her father's farm was forcefully seized by the king. Micah is forced to venture into the unknown, she has three days to see the king or her father's farm will be brought to ruins, but what happens when she is met with obstacles and ends up being with the one person she hates. One kingdom, five queens! Vicious concubines, royal rivals. Micah is forced to face all this when out of the blue she is told she has to get married to Ragaleon the king of Decreash. Now she has to learn how to be a queen, how to survive in a harem filled with women that would end her life just to sit beside Ragaleon, it's a bloody battle, but if royalty is not bloody, then what is? -
Your Heartbeat Symphony
For the first time in his life, Evan's heartbeat sounded unusual as he looked at Lia—a beautiful girl like Camellia flowers blooming together. Because meeting her is an unforgettable interesting miracle. Likewise with Lia. Evan's heartbeat, which was vibrating until she felt it in her chest, was like opium that always disturbed the peace of mind and heart. Which, too, had instantly forced her to want to always be near the man who had the aura of a gorgeous king. But unfortunately, their story could not be completely smooth as expected. Many riots occurred after love was present between them. Rejection, betrayal, division, and broken hearts to pieces when love is forced to leave, are a necessity that must be lived to fight for the pieces of their love. Of the many trials that come their way, will Lia and Evan still be able to hold each other's hearts, so that they continue to beat just for them alone? Or instead, the heart will turn into a beat for someone else? *** Note: This story is adapted from my story in Indonesian, with the tittle is 'Heartbeat Symphony'. Which means that English is not the first language. So, it is very possible that in this writing you will find grammatical error. So, if this makes you feel uncomfortable, please let me know so I can fix it. Constructive criticisms are very welcome! Thank you and happy reading^^ -
A Ghost at His Wedding
I died in a car crash. My husband was convinced I faked it. He viciously stomped on my ashes with his foot. "Tell her the act is up. It failed." "My mother's death anniversary is coming up. She'd better show her face and pay for what she did." I was a ghost. All I could do was watch. Two weeks later, he took another woman to try on wedding dresses. He planned the wedding for our anniversary. I screamed, trying to tell him the truth. That woman was the one who killed his mother. But he couldn't hear me. On their wedding day, the doors burst open. The police walked in. The slideshow of their smiling faces on the big screen vanished... -
Married At Midnight
Wrong bride? Check. Random supernatural powers? Check. Happily ever after? Girl, even I don’t know. Marielle Morgan had one goal in life: avoid the spotlight and pretend she’s delightfully ordinary. So she walked away from her billionaire bloodline, the “tiny” detail of being heir to an actual throne, and the secret abilities her family is whispered about across kingdoms and continents. Silence. Freedom. Peace. Cute dream. Shame it didn’t last. Because somehow she stumbled into Damian Blackwell; a man who is everything she swore off, in a gala she wasn’t even supposed to be at. Damian. The CEO stereotype in its final, most dangerous evolution. Rich? Obviously. Cold? He created the weather app. Intimidating? HR keeps a special folder with his name in bold. Cursed? Oh, absolutely. A ticking countdown follows him everywhere, insisting he won’t live to see forty. No doctor can explain it. No science can fix it. And no amount of money can bribe whatever Fate is doing. He doesn’t believe in love, he just wants an heir to carry on his legacy and Marielle doesn’t believe in deals, especially not the marriage kind. And yet… she still said yes. Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe it wasn't. Because some choices feel like fate… And some men are so unforgettable, they destroy your whole “quiet life” aesthetic in under five minutes. -
I Gave Him and My Sister What He Wanted, But Now He’s Unhappy
On Joey Wilson’s birthday, she secretly drugged the two Rook brothers at the party, successfully securing my brother William Rook for herself. But she shoved me into the arms of his younger brother, Nathan Rook. After a night spent with Nathan, he married me. Two years into our marriage, tragedy struck. Joey and William died in a car accident abroad. Nathan, desperate to hold on to the last piece of Joey, asked me to take care of her son, Leo Rook. The first thing he said when he came back was: “You drugged me to become Mrs. Rook, didn’t you? Now that Joey’s gone, and you’re alive and well, living in peace as Mrs. Rook, taking care of Joey’s child—what’s there to complain about?” As time passed, Nathan started to grow closer to me. Then one day, I opened the door and found Nathan and Joey, intimately tangled together on the staircase.
