Ten years as a rogue wolf, running from the Alpha who slaughtered my parents. Then he found me—Bernard, with his emerald eyes and a scent that unraveled my carefully constructed walls. His touch sparked a fire I thought long extinguished, our foreheads pressed together as he whispered, 'You're mine,' while my wolf howled in recognition. But duty bound him to another, and shadows lurked closer: Ni

I thought losing my son was the end—until I became a nanny to a werewolf alpha's daughter. His scent hit me first: pine, power, something primal that made my broken heart stutter back to life. He claims I'm his mate. A human, unworthy. Yet his calloused hand lingers when he passes me Emilia, our fingers brushing like a secret we both pretend not to feel. "You smell like trouble," he growls, too

June heat clings to her as she grips the Ireland ticket outside LAX, her father’s superstitions buzzing in her ears like gnats. A lifetime of caged wanderlust—family finances, her dad’s routine-bound fear—melts into reality with this birthday gift. Paris, Vienna, then Australia. Collins’ diner becomes both prison and liberation. Homesickness nags until Jackson’s gruff “Stay” anchors her. Then the

Hannah: "He thinks this is just a transaction." My hands shake as I slide the $700 across the desk—payment for Nikolai Ivanov to be my fake boyfriend, to make Jeff stop following me home. But when his calloused fingers brush mine, something flickers in those icy blue eyes that isn't in the contract. Nikolai: I don't do favors. Especially not for girls who wear oversized sweaters to hide their cur

When I, Ava Wilson, was 18, I got stabbed three times trying to save James Carter from a fight. And I spent half a year in the hospital and missed my SAT. At 20, I worked three jobs a day just to pay for James's tuition—no breaks, no rest. At 24, I was pregnant but still running around, drinking with clients to land him a deal. And it caused a miscarriage, and I couldn't get pregnant again. Back t

The night before my wedding to Joshua Harvey, the wedding dress he designed for me went up in flames. The fire spread through the studio with terrifying speed, swallowing bolts of silk, sketches, and ribbons in a wave of red and gold. Amid the roar of the flames, Joshua threw himself over his trembling protégé, Carley Walsh, shielding her with his own body as if she were the one worth saving. H

My live-in husband, Andrew Morton, has been living with diabetes for ten years. For him, I spent years learning everything about nutrition, planning every balanced meal, and cooking three times a day with my own hands—every single day for 10 long years. But at our daughter's birthday party, the man who'd avoided sugar for 10 years suddenly demanded a slice of watermelon. When I tried to stop him,

In my past life, the jewelry brand I co-founded with my three childhood friends soared to global fame. And my love for Samwell Harris was a lifetime devotion. Reborn on the day I was trapped in that fire, fear didn't consume me. I knew he would come for me. I watched him running through the flames. I reached out, ready to pick up where we had left off. But he didn't stop. He ran straight past me,

After three years of marriage, Percival Flint reunited with his first love, Lorelei Shelby. From my birthdays to our anniversaries, he skipped them all, one after another. Furious and humiliated, I made sure his darling first love disappeared from our lives. That’s when Percival lost it. He had my parents bound and hanging off the side of a yacht, the ocean raging below. “Buffy,” he hissed, his vo

Trapped in the pitch-black coffin, I clawed at the walls in despair. The triumphant laughter of my so-called "family" for the past decade echoed in my ears. My adoptive mother, Evelyn Wrenley, sneered, "Sevyn, you're such a cost-effective kid." Her husband, Michael Wrenley, chimed in, "Sevyn, don't blame us. Blame your lousy luck." Their daughter, Rebecca Wrenley, haughtily declared, "Sevyn, our f

In my past life, my brother's wife pretended to be me and returned a bunch of stuff she never bought. The seller got so pissed she came to my house and killed me and my unborn baby. Then, she burned the whole place down. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before any of it happened. This time, I made sure Barbara was gone before she could destroy my life.

In this life, I tell my father to cancel my engagement to Ryan Bennett and arrange my marriage to his half-brother instead. My father stares at me like I've lost my mind, and honestly, who could blame him? All of Riverton has watched me chase Ryan like a lovesick fool for ten years, throwing away my dignity for scraps of his attention. But they don't know what I know—that in my previous life, I

Her wrists still burn from silver chains when he crashes through the door, feral snarl tearing the darkness. "Mine," he growls, claws sinking into her rescuer's throat as his wolf claims what the man stole. Lucas watches her flinch from his touch, royal blood now staining the Omega who once warmed his bed. Her jasmine scent clings to his sheets, mocking his empty palace and the throne he'd trade

I wake up in a cold cell, his betrayal burning hotter than the prison fire that 'killed' me six years ago. Now I'm back—wealthy, powerful, and ready to destroy everyone who framed me for murder. Especially him. Maximilian Graves. The man who once whispered promises against my skin now looks at me with icy hatred. 'You're a ghost,' he snarls, his hand tightening around my arm like he can still cla

Elona: My pen froze when I realized my essay wasn't just creative writing—it was a confession. The way his eyes linger on my skin, the ghost of his touch when he caught me falling by the pool... "You think I didn't recognize myself in those words?" His voice, low and dangerous, sends shivers through me. Tristan: I shouldn't want her. She's my daughter's best friend, barely eighteen, forbidden in

I married a stranger to uncover my grandmother's death. The brooding billionaire in the wheelchair wasn't supposed to be dangerous—until his fingers brushed my jaw during our first meeting. "You think you can cure me?" Malcolm's voice dripped skepticism, but his eyes lingered on my acupuncture needles. I needed him indebted, not interested. Yet when his sister tried to humiliate me at dinner, hi

Joy Taylor stares at her reflection, the scars on her face a map of the night they left her for dead in that gym. Now, as "Virtue," she's back in New Salem—to make them pay. Xavier's fingers brush her jaw, his voice graveled with promise. "They'll regret the day they touched you." She meets his gaze, fire in her veins. "I don't want regret. I want blood." Liam Cohen thinks he can charm the new

My claws itch beneath my skin as I watch her sleep. Rebecca—broken, blind, yet somehow my salvation. The night I found her, blood on the asphalt, her pulse faint against my palm—I knew she was mine. Even then, as I tore those wolves apart with my teeth. "Why me?" she whispers now, fingers brushing the scar on my forearm where a bullet grazed me protecting her. Her touch ignites a fire I've spent

Layla: Two years running from vampires, my parents' blood still warm on my memory when the white wolf cornered me. "You're mine," his voice echoed in my head, claws grazing my thigh as I climbed that tree. Now he's my mate—Bentley, alpha werewolf with a secret: I'm not just human. Enchanseon, witch, whatever. All I know is his hands burn through my shirt when he catches me mid-teleport, our minds

My claws grazed her throat before I smelled it—the sweet cherry lemonade scent of my fated mate. Her terrified whimper should have repulsed me, but my wolf Rakaam howled in triumph. "Please don't kill me," she whispered, golden eyes wide as I cornered her trembling form beneath the cedar tree. Two centuries of loneliness dissolved in an instant. I, Kaiden, Alpha cursed by the Moon Goddess, had

I felt his eyes before I saw him—the vampire who marked me as a child, now standing in my high school hallway. Eight years of recovery, and here he was, disrupting the life I'd rebuilt. "Stay away from me, bloodsucker." My voice trembled despite my Alpha training. He stepped closer, pine and danger clinging to his skin. "You have no idea what I did to protect you." I shoved him back, ignoring

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn't stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot. Worried he might be sick, I hurried to contact customer service. After listening to my description, the person on the other end went quiet for a moment. Then they said, "Um... is it possible that your incubus isn't sick—he's just

I had been a contract killer for years, but I retired a while ago. I decided to come out of retirement for one last job. I needed the money to settle down with my fiancé and start a stable life. That night, I received a job request from a client with a name starting with the letter S. When I opened the file, a cold sweat immediately soaked my back. The woman in the photo was none other than me! I

Ten years. A decade of my life woven into the fabric of Scott Kimes. To everyone who knew us, it was an article of faith that he loved me desperately. That I was his one and only red rose. Until that day. I stood outside the patisserie. The glass was polished to a cruel, crystalline clarity. There he was—his arms wrapped around another girl, guiding her hands on a frosting bag. His smile so brigh

On Valentine's Day night, Adrian Stewart said he had planned the most special engagement party for me. He got a bunch of his friends to decorate the house, then quietly pulled me out to the balcony while they were busy. "Babe, I gotta talk to you about something," he said. I looked up at him and asked, "What's up?" He sighed and said, "Emma Johnson always says she's just a sporty girl. She's too r

She was his so-called "fate mate"—yet she was nothing but a tool to sustain the life of his first love. Daisy, a human, had been forcefully imprisoned by Silas, the ruthless Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, reduced to a prisoner of his desire. His tender kisses and possessive grip were a chain she couldn't escape, even if she had wings. That was until Daisy stumbled upon a cruel truth: the umbilical c

Ryan, the Alpha of the Shadow Pack, once told her, "You are my fated Mate, guided by the Moon Goddess—I will protect you for a lifetime." The entire pack believed in this "first romance between a human and an Alpha in three hundred years"—and she almost did too. That was, until she caught him in his sordid act with Omega Lena. It turned out the "fated bond" of the werewolf clan was so cheap after

Everyone around me knew I had a crush on Zachary Shaw, but he only had eyes for his childhood sweetheart Mia Pierce. Yet on the day he proposed, she abandoned him on the spot and left for abroad. Heartbroken and despondent, he finally realized how good I was to him. Over the next ten years, he doted on me and protected me—everyone envied our relationship. But the day after the company went public,