

Lin Wei, a werewolf girl, was once loved by her two brothers. But after they took in fake orphan Li La, she was abandoned and hurt deeplyHeartbroken, she left to study medicine alone for fifteen years. Her brothers later regretted bitterly.Fifteen years later, she returned as a strong healer with an antidote. She let go of the past and devoted herself to medicine

The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older brothers brought home a twelve-year-old orphaned Omega. My alpha brother seized the rare healing herb I'd spent all my savings on—herbs meant to ease my first transformation—and gave them to her instead. "You're strong enough," he growled. "You don't need such precious herbs." My beta brother snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!" I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left. They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days. My brothers, finally free of my presence, took the orphan girl on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research. I could never return home. That night, they fell apart.
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Calliope Simmons, a former wealthy Young Lady of the Simmons Corporation, turned destitute and poor as the family business was on the verge of bankruptcy. Devastated, her father landed in the hospital. To raise money for her father’s medical bills, Calliope was forced by her stepmother to marry Young Master Preston Ford, a wealthy heir turned vegetative as a result from a car accident. Her life became entwined into the Ford family’s turmoil.

I dated my lawyer boyfriend for five years. He canceled our wedding.Fifty-two times.First time? His intern messed up some paperwork. He ditched me at the beach to fix it. I waited all day.Alone.Second time, we were mid-ceremony when he bolted.Heard that intern was getting heat from another lawyer and left me to face the guests and their stares.After that, every time we tried again, there was always some ""emergency"" with her. Always.I finally hit my limit. I was done. Packed up and broke it off.But the day I left Ainsley? He totally lost it trying to find me.

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

After being betrayed and killed by her fiancé Marcus and stepsister, Athena is reborn on the day she must choose her future husband. Instead of picking Marcus she shocks everyone by choosing his mafia uncle—the man she’s always called Uncle Alex. As her ex is slapped with the truth and their forbidden desire ignites, is this her sweetest revenge… or her most dangerous temptation?

Three months after my divorce, I agreed to take my stepdaughter to college. But on the train, she slipped her hand under my blanket.A three-day-and-two-night journey on the California Zephyr, from Chicago to San Francisco.Derek’s plan: Finish this trip, then walk away from them forever.Scarlett’s plan: Use these three days to win him back.Chloe’s plan: She’s waited six long years, until she finally turned eighteen.But plans are always meant to be disrupted.Caught between his ex-wife and his stepdaughter, what choice will Derek make?

Zoey Devro transmigrates into a novel she already knows the ending of, which is bad news, because she lands as the sidekick to the villainess. In this story, the villainess Elaine Luke ruins everything and takes everyone around her down with her, sidekick included. Zoey has absolutely no interest in that ending. Armed with a system that tasks her with correcting the villainess' worst impulses, she attaches herself firmly to her difficult employer and starts quietly steering the ship. Scheming men get exposed, bad decisions get intercepted, and the villainess slowly becomes someone worth following. Zoey, meanwhile, is building her own empire on the side. She came as a footnote. She is leaving as the whole story.

An obedient psychology student, for her BDSM graduation project, mistakenly gets involved with Dom, the most dangerous gang leader in North America. What starts as a "master-slave contract" fueled by lust eventually evolves into an irresistible and fatal redemption.

When Adriano Morelli realized I hadn’t submitted a single household request in three days, he called me himself for the first time in months. “Serafina,” he said, his voice smooth and patient, “the clinic has been cleared. Your file is back on priority. See? When you stop making things difficult and learn how this family works, I make sure you’re taken care of.” He always sounded the gentlest when he was reminding me who held the power. What he didn’t know was that by the time his name lit up my screen, the divorce papers were already drafted. From the outside, I had everything a woman could want: a guarded penthouse, a driver on call, designer clothes, and the last name of one of the most feared men in the city. But almost none of it was mine. The cards were monitored. Cash had to be approved. Staff took Viviana Costa’s orders before they ever listened to me. Even the wardrobe budget, my schedule, and access to the family office all ran through her hands. Adriano called it convenience. Three days ago, I was rushed into a private clinic, blood soaking through my dress, while a doctor told me there was still a chance to save the baby if the emergency deposit was paid immediately. I called Adriano until my hands shook. Viviana stalled the transfer. First there was no direct authorization. Then the amount was too large. Then Adriano was in a meeting and could not be disturbed over something that might not be serious. By the time the money came through, it was too late. The baby was gone. I had stayed with Adriano for two reasons: I loved him, and I believed that when it truly mattered, he would choose me. I was wrong about both. Our child died first. My marriage died with it.