

She seduces her professor to uncover the truth about her mother's death—moving next door, turning his classroom into a game of desire. He knows he's crossing the line, yet keeps falling—until his wife catches them, the university fires him, and a jealous rival blackmails them. The truth: her mother was killed by the chief surgeon, and she hated the wrong woman. He takes a knife for her; she forces him to face the cost. A year later, she graduates, he loses his career and writes their story. The bookstore is closing when she runs in barefoot—asking only for one ordinary date. No taboo, no revenge, no power imbalance. Just two people finally standing as equals.

My childhood sweetheart, Samuel Burton, once promises that he will marry me the moment we graduate from college. But on our wedding day, he shows up late. When we finally find him, he's tangled in bed with my stepsister, Vivian Holcomb, in a hotel room. In front of everyone, Ethan Fuller, the heir to the wealthiest family, steps forward and boldly declares that I am the one he has secretly loved for years. Five years into our marriage, he remembers every little thing I say, and I truly believe I am the person he cares about most. Until one day, when I'm doing housework and accidentally find a confidential folder hidden deep in his desk drawer. The very first page is Vivian's resume. On it is his own handwriting. He has written, "Priority. Above everything else." Behind it is a hospital operations report I have never seen before. The date matches the night of my car accident. I was rushed to a hospital owned by Fuller Group, yet no surgeon ever came. By the time I woke up, the baby I'm carrying was gone because I had lost too much blood. I cried in Ethan's arms until my voice broke, but I never told him the full truth. I didn't want him to worry even more. But now I finally know. Vivian was also injured that night, and the order Ethan sent to the hospital was— "Pull every specialist available. Treat Vivian first." My tears soak into the page, blurring the ink. "If I'm not your top priority, I'll disappear from your life then."
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Matias Lutz, a disowned son, awakened an all-element taming gift. Too poor to contract a beast, he was mocked. His brother and ex shamed him.Enraged, he awakened the Primordia System.In an evolving world, he reverted a despised caterpillar into Celestial Dragon. What will he do to achieve this?

Matias Lutz, a disowned son, awakened an all-element taming gift. Too poor to contract a beast, he was mocked. His brother and ex shamed him.Enraged, he awakened the Primordia System.In an evolving world, he reverted a despised caterpillar into Celestial Dragon. What will he do to achieve this?

After moving to a mysterious town, Nora is warned never to open the door after 8 p.m.—but that very night, something terrifying happens.

A disgraced heir, 11 soldiers, and a city of the dead. When the undead march in formation and forbidden Bonds awaken, Alden Corven must turn a graveyard into a kingdom—or die proving he was never meant to fail. Survival is his revenge.

Security guard Nathan Steele is called by the beautiful homeowner Georgia Walsh to fix a plumbing issue. By chance, Nathan helps Georgia fend off a group of thugs who have come to collect a debt,earning her goodwill. Unwilling to marry Daniel, Georgia chooses Nathan instead. Wanting to take responsibility, Nathan offers to help her—but Georgia doubts that he has the ability to do so. Later, Nathan rescues Georgia at a bar and even secures an investment. Through his repeated acts of support and protection, Nathan not only wins Georgia’s trust and affection but also truly falls in love with her. In the end, the two come together and begin a relationship.

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

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 starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"

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 starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"