

Celia Brooks finally returns from healing abroad, only to receive devastating news—Nicholas Holden has cheated on her. After being childhood sweethearts for over twenty years and in love for seven years, during which Nicholas had given her countless preferential treatments, Celia is heartbroken but unwilling to give up. She decides to give Nicholas 100 chances to hurt her.
![[ENG DUB] The Heart She Could Not Claim](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
The Bellaros border is in crisis, and Eloise Quimby volunteers for a political marriage. She has grown up with the crown prince, inseparable from him for ten years, yet now she leaves him behind. When he seeks to marry Camila Lowe instead of her, Eloise’s heart has already turned cold. The emperor names her Protector of the Realm, to wed in seven days—while the crown prince remains unaware…

Livia and Owen were childhood sweethearts. Right before their wedding, Owen died saving her. Consumed by guilt, Livia prayed to God, promising to perform one hundred tasks for the wealthy heir Cassian in exchange for Owen's life. For five years, Cassian, obsessed with his "love" Charlotte, has watched Livia being humiliated and bleeding for Charlotte. He even asked her to donate her heart. When the truth is revealed – that Livia was the one who saved Cassian – and she prepares to leave, Cassian is shattered by remorse and begins a frantic chase to win her back. But Livia is now focused on helping Owen regain his memories. What choice will she make?

Lucine and her husband, Cheney, were in a devastating car accident that took Cheney's life. Lucine survived but lost her memory. When the powerful Sterling family learned she was carrying Cheney's only child, they sent his twin brother, Noah, to bring her home and ensure her safety. At first, Noah saw it as a duty, but as he cared for the vulnerable and lost Lucine, an unexpected bond began to form. Amidst fierce family struggles, kidnappings, a heartbreaking miscarriage scare, and ruthless outside schemes, their connection deepened—until neither could deny the pull between them.

Seven months pregnant, and I accidentally overheard a conversation between my Alpha mate Kane Frost and the pack Beta Ethan Roberts. "This one's going to Vivian too?" Ethan's voice was thick with fury. "You're really giving away Elena's pup to repay a life debt?" Kane was silent for a long moment. "Vivian saved me." "Seven years ago, that silver dagger was meant for my heart." "She took that blade for me. The residual silver poison destroyed her womb. She can never have a pup of her own." "Her only wish is to keep Elena's pup by her side." Ethan slammed his fist against the wall. "But she's already gotten two pups!" "This is the last one." Kane's voice was hoarse, but there was no hesitation. "Vivian promised me. After she gets this pup, she'll leave Silvermoon territory." "When this is over, I'll have another pup with Elena." "I'll spend the rest of my life loving her. Making it up to her. To the pups we'll have together." My stomach churned. I nearly threw up right there. Three years. I'd been pregnant twice before. And every time, after the surgery, Kane held me and told me the pup had stopped breathing before it could be born. I'd cried myself raw over those two little souls who never got to see the light. I'd clutched their tiny clothes every night, unable to let go. Only now did I understand. They never died. They were alive. Kane had stolen them from me, given them to someone else. Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and endless. I gently touched my swollen belly. "This time, little one. Mommy's taking you away."

After 120 failed confessions, a tragic fall erases Leona's ten-year love for Everett. Driven by envy, Everett’s ex frames, burns, and imprisons her, but gentle Shane stays by Leona’s side. As Leona thrives, the evil schemes unravel. Everett goes mad with regret, only to realize Leona has moved on.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”
![[ENG DUB] Plot's Mine, Heart's Mine, Deal With It](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Zoe Brown, a modern office worker, burns the midnight oil reading a novel—until she wakes up as the story’s clumsy heroine. Facing a cold-hearted male lead, a scheming adoptive sister, and clueless parents, she snaps, exposing their lies. But after one fiery showdown, she realizes the man’s overwhelming power leaves her trapped with nowhere to run.

Lucy’s five-year-old son, Joey, was kidnapped and held for ransom after her husband, Arthur, fell for the lies of his childhood best friend, Amy. Joey died in a mudslide while being transported. Arthur not only covered up the truth but also publicly played a humiliating video at the funeral to mock Lucy. Devastated, Lucy filed for divorce and left the country, assuming a new identity as Ycul (Lucy spelled backwards), a top jewelry designer. A year and a half later, Arthur discovered the truth behind Amy’s lies. Realizing that he had gotten his own flesh and blood killed because of a lie, he was consumed by guilt and driven to madness. He pushed Amy into a pit of venomous snakes, where she was fatally bitten, and then traveled the world begging Lucy for forgiveness. In Paris, Lucy coldly rejected him and told him to pay the price for his crimes. Ultimately, Arthur returned to his home country, brutally murdered all his accomplices, and turned himself in to the police. He was sentenced to death and bequeathed his entire estate to Lucy’s charitable foundation, while Lucy embraced a new life as radiant as a sunflower.

In the seven years that I have been bound to my Alpha heir mate Garrett, he had slept with every single friend around me. I pretended I saw nothing. I kept fulfilling my duties as the future Luna. Until the day I gave birth, his new mistress led rogue wolves straight to me. Their claws pierced through my belly with cruel precision. My mother was even killed by them when she tried to save me. In that desperate moment, I used the mind link to contact Garrett and begged him to save us. "Aria, when did you learn to pull these tricks? Don't think your pathetic acting will make me care about you." After saying that, he shut down the mind link. But he did send a car—to pick up his new mistress. By the time the patrol found me and rushed me to the hospital, the baby in my belly had been clawed out. My mother died too. The rogue wolves' poison coursed through her wounds until her body gave up. When I woke up, I stared numbly at Garrett's grandfather, the current Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack. "Let me go," I said flatly. "Whatever I owed your pack, I've paid it back with my life."