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“We’re enemies , aren’t we?”. “That’s where you’re wrong, Love. Being enemies doesn’t change the fact that you’re fucking mine”. Created as enemies. Fated as soulmates. He’s the Vampire’s King. She’s the frail Human’s Princess with a disturbed vision and hemophobic nature. She’s the peace offering sent to the vampire’s lair as a token of allegiance of the pact between the two clans. Whisked to his gothic palace, bound in a marriage of blood and duty. She’s however unhable to complete the consummation ritual due to her hemophobic nature as the last rites demands her to drink his blood. He’s however bent on marrying her against all odds for reasons best known to himself and thus gave her a month ultimatum to conquer her phobia or consider the treaty broken and war imminent. Plunged into a world of decadent horrors and political schemes, ancient magic and curses, immortal creatures, fated destruction and the fight for eternal love , her visions then began unraveling. . . .

Her husband had a dream to become the strongest Alpha and unite the Eastern regions. So for five years, Rena Mirel buried herself in research to create something that could make her husband's dream come true. Yet, just when success was within reach, Rena realised her entire life was nothing more than a lie. After discovering her marriage was nothing more than a carefully staged sham, she lost everything in one devastating blow. And the man she once called husband was preparing to marry another woman, as if their life together never existed. As though to him, she was simply disposable. To the world, she was foolish. But grief is a dangerous thing when it hardens into resolve. So when Rhys Carter, Rogue Billionaire, powerful, ruthless, and nothing like the weak man she once loved, shows interest in her research, she is faced with a choice. Stay broken… Or rise. This time, she’s not choosing a scumbag. She’s choosing power. And the Alpha she plans to pick does not lose.

Just when Kyva believed her life could not sink any lower, she is auctioned off in a brothel as a sex slave. Refusing to surrender the only dignity she had left, she escapes. Wounded, hunted, and with absolutely nowhere to go, Kyva flees into the wilderness to escape from her captors. There, she stumbles upon an injured white fox caught in a hunter's snare. Despite her own desperate situation, she could not bring herself to ignore the creature's suffering. So she frees it, and against all reason, takes it with her. But after nursing the fox back to health, Kyva expects it to return to the wild where it belongs. But it doesn't. Instead, it continues to follow her. “Little fox,” she tells it one evening, exhaustion heavy in her voice as she prepares to move again. “I don't have food. I don't even have a place to sleep. I'm being hunted by slave traders. We should go our separate ways.” —-- Minutes later, Kyva wakes up after collapsing from exhaustion. To her surprise, she finds fresh fruits, good clothes and clean water laid carefully beside her. The white fox sits nearby, watching her with unsettling intelligence. 'Obviously, you need me more than I need you,' the fox thinks coldly, tail swishing in mild disdain. 'If not for the inconvenience of you being my mate, I would have left you to starve in the wild.' While Kyva believes she rescued a helpless creature, she may have unknowingly bound herself to something far more dangerous. As she journeys deeper into an unfamiliar land inhabited by beast men and women, Kyva begins to carve out a fragile new life for herself. The more she learns about this strange world, the more her mysterious fox companion refuses to leave her side, and seems determined to drive away anyone who gets too close.

My family sold me to a monster to settle their debts. The whole country knows the rumors. Nicholas Sterling is a hideous, reclusive beast who shuns the light, a man whose face was ruined in a fire and whose heart was twisted by cruelty. They say he buys beautiful things—especially women—just to break them. I was delivered to his cliffside manor with nothing but the clothes on my back and a heart full of dread, a sacrificial lamb to keep my sister alive. I expected a grotesque tyrant. I was not prepared for him. A man with the face of a fallen angel and the presence of a king. His eyes aren't cruel; they're haunted by a grief so deep it steals my breath. His touch isn't violent; it’s a question that terrifies me even more. He calls me his wife. He gives me the run of his castle. But he also watches me with an intensity that feels like possession. And the one rule he gives me is the most chilling of all: Never go into the west wing. But in a house built on lies, how can I resist? The truth is waiting behind that door. And it’s more beautiful, and more terrible, than any beast.

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Ewyndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

She was born without a wolf. Born without protection. Born without a place in her own pack. When enemies storm her home and her brother dies shielding her with his body, Lyria loses the only person who ever called her family. Her Alpha father chooses politics over blood and sells her at a black market auction to secure peace. She steps onto the stage expecting humiliation. She does not expect to catch the scent that makes her pulse stumble. Her mate. Alpha Kael smells it too. But the look in his eyes is not desire. It is hatred. He believes she destroyed the woman he loved. He believes her existence cost him his true Luna. So he buys her, not to cherish, but to break. He marks her publicly while denying the bond between them. He vows she will suffer in his territory. Yet fate does not bend to pride. And wolves do not choose wrong. Secrets rot beneath the ashes of two ruined packs. Blood was spilled by hands neither of them suspect. And the truth, when it claws its way to the surface, will force a choice between vengeance and destiny. Because sometimes the one you are meant to love is the one you swore to destroy.

Ariana Sinclair’s golden eyes hide a dangerous secret. She is the Fifth Blood, a power believed to unite the ancient supernatural bloodlines. When monsters from the Void begin invading the world, Ariana learns her destiny is far greater than she ever imagined. Standing beside her is Kael Vaughn, the Storm Wolf Alpha whose lightning power and fierce loyalty make him the only one capable of protecting her. But as the rulers of the Void rise and the Void Emperor awakens, Ariana and Kael must unlock a power never seen before. Together they become the Sovereign Storm Beast, a celestial fusion of dragon, wolf, and living light. But saving the universe may require more than power. It may require teaching even the Void itself what balance truly means.

Joplin had grown up knowning the smell of rain, the sting of hard-worked sweat burning her eyes, and was no stranger to holding her own in a fight. However, after birth rates hit zero... Joplin, a fiesty, five-foot-four, curvy, now twenty-five-year-old midwesterner, was interned with the the sterile white room of a government breeding facility. After several breeding men had tried manhandle her and all of them with a wide array of broken bones, Joplin would be pair with Jax. Jax was a rather confident cowboy from Texas, was the textbook definition of handsome, and was a little too eager to make this fiesty little midwestern tornado-of-a-gal his own... but Joplin won't be so easy to win over. However, like most shadowy organizations... this Breeding Facility is hiding something from its "residents", something much darker and much worse than just a simple decline in the nation's birth rates...

Ayen used to be part of the Adrift Organization, a private company of guides. However, as he was the lowest of his entire batch, and it could even be said that he was barely considered an E-class Guide with a pathetic amount of energy that made him no different from a normal person, he was kicked out of the organization miserably. He didn’t have a choice but to apply to the Guides Association, which was managed by the government, and that only meant he was now both a civil servant and a member of the military. With a meager amount of energy, and as the lowest-level E-class Guide at that, no Esper had ever chosen him. No one with their right mind would really choose him. And five years later, at a certain forbidden zone, Ayen met Khal and Devion, two dangerous SS-class Espers. Two Espers that no guide could handle, and a Guide that no Esper had ever chosen. Two different situations and an unexpected discovery. #Guideverse. #GuideXEspers #poly #throuple #1v2

Warning! 18+ Explicit content. Dark and Mafia themes. Lyvana Montclair’s wedding to Mark Vaughn was supposed to be a fairytale. Instead, it was a death sentence. On their wedding night, the man she loved showed his true face — and then someone shoots her dead. ​But death didn't stick. ​Lyvana wakes up two years in the past, on the eve of the engagement that ruined her. To claim the inheritance her father left behind, Lyvana’s grandmother demands one unbearable price: marriage to Mark as it was her father’s final wish. But after a series of strange coincidences and near-misses, Lyvana begins to suspect that history may be repeating itself... Someone still wants her dead. Refusing to die again, Lyvana plots her escape and her revenge. Her best friend offers a dangerous solution — one that could ruin everything... or not. The plan is dangerous: find a man so spectacular and so "perfect" that her grandmother will forget Mark ever existed. A man who can win a seat at the Montclair table and dismantle Mark’s influence from the inside. Then enter Julian Blackwood. Dark, enigmatic, and powerful. More powerful than anyone even knows. Julian is the last man who should ever notice someone like Lyvana. Their arrangement was supposed to be a temporary business deal. But Julian doesn't play by anyone's rules. As he begins to hunt the one trying to kill her, Lyvana realizes that while she hired him to be a shield, Julian is playing for keeps. ​The deal was temporary... His obsession is not...

Everyone who comes within a hundred feet of Xie Wuwang gets hurt. Everyone except me — because I have no fate-thread to contaminate. I'm not special. I'm just blank. No fate-thread means no cultivation path, no future, and no way to stay in the Immortal Sect unless I find another reason to be useful. So I proposed a deal: three months as his fake Companion Bond partner. He gets a legal excuse to study me. I get a roof over my head and a status that keeps me from being quietly disposed of. It was supposed to be a transaction. Equal value, no emotional cost. I calculated everything except the way he watches the door after I leave.

Isabella is a visionary artist, blessed with a gift that flows from her fingertips like liquid gold onto canvas—yet in the sprawling mansion her father calls home, she is little more than a servant, forced to scrub polished marble floors until they gleam like mirrors, while her stepmother lavishes herself in couture and plots to snuff out her artistic light for good. She came perilously close to being broken by those calculated cruelties, until fate wove her life into Raymond’s—an enigmatic mafia boss whose empire spans continents, whose name commands fear in every corner of the city, yet whose heart beats only for her. He loves her with a passion as fierce as the flames that forge his power, and vows never to release her from his protective embrace. Now, she stands at the crossroads of destiny, faced with a choice that could shatter her very soul: walk the shadowed, gilded path by Raymond’s side, where luxury beyond imagination awaits—but with every step comes the looming specter of violence and peril that could consume them both. Or return to her father’s roof, where familiar walls hold the weight of bitter memories, where every glance from her stepmother cuts like a blade, and where her talent is buried beneath the drudgery of a life she never chose. To be with Raymond is to dance with danger; to stay with her father is to drown in the pain of a past that refuses to let her go.

"This was all for your...revenge?" I try to feel sorry for him. His brother's are on the opinion that he abandoned them. His grips are tightening round my neck. Choking me. His face allover me. Taking in my scent. He breaths me in. Raised his head and goes again and again like I was some calming antidote to his madness Go for it, Grace. Kiss him. Let your scent calm his beast Or he will rip your throat out. He doesn't recognise the difference between right and wrong now. Do it or you will be dead. "Well I'm not going to initiate..." And then, before I have a chance to finish my sentence, before I even have a chance to draw breath, his mouth swoops down and captures mine in a hungry, searing kiss. His lips are voracious, taking everything I have to give and then demanding even more. The fire that glows within me burns and crackles even hotter than what he stoked that night, hotter by tenfold. "You shouldn't do this to me," he whispers against my mouth. "You shouldn't. Everything about you is absolutely wrong. And yet..." =========================== Grace Cooper was once the doted daughter of powerful Beta parents until the night her younger sister died. Accused of the murder and unable to defend herself because she was born mute, Grace lived a miserable life. She was locked up most of the time, and in the rare times she was freed, she slaved away doing menial labor. For years she lived under their hatred, blamed for a crime she never committed. When she finally turned of age for the Moon Judgement, the pack decided her fate―she was to be sentenced to death by hanging. But that didn't come to pass. Grace is saved by a striking Lycan. Tall, intimidating, and infuriatingly seductive, Sucre Winchester, the Lycan King of the North, had been hunting for his fated mate for years. Only, he never expected fate to lead him to a broken Omega. And he isn't the only one tied to her. Sucre has two identical brothers, and they too feel a bond with her. Grace is everything the Lycans are raised to despise―a weak werewolf who was no better than a human. The Lycans have spent centuries wiping out the wolf packs, and now, their fated mate belongs to one. They should reject her. They should kill her. Yet, she is the only female whose scent could drive them to territorial madness. So instead, they claim her. Now, hunted by her former pack and trapped in the brutal politics of Lycan royalty, Grace must survive three dangerously dominant mates whose instincts demand to protect, possess... and knot. But as the truth about her sister's death begins to surface, it becomes clear that her execution was never about justice. It was about silencing her. And the three dark Lycans who have knotted her may have unleashed something far more dangerous than they expected. =========================== TRIGGER WARNING This book contains mature and potentially distressing themes intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. Within these pages you will encounter depictions of Graphic sexual content, Knotting. Psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, Grief, trauma, Knotting and PTSD. Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse These themes are explored with intention and are central to the characters' journeys.

Not your regular werewolf romance Soraya’s brother makes a single, fatal mistake—one that fractures the Winter Realm and seals his sister’s fate. He kills Cordelia, the pregnant Luna of a rival pack… and the strongest wolf their world has ever known. But Cordelia wasn’t just a wolf. And Soraya isn’t either. Both women belong to a hidden witch bloodline—one so rare their mothers died protecting it, a bloodline tied to an ancient, forbidden triasal soul-bond meant to bind not two fated souls, but three. When Cordelia dies, the dormant third bond awakens… inside Soraya. Nightmares ignite. Her eyes flash molten gold. And the ancient witch book buried for decades in the Winterfall Library chooses her—revealing she was never just Zephan’s sheltered, powerless little sister. She was the final piece of a bond written in prophecy, blood, and death. Damien—the ruthless Alpha who lost his mate that night—should want nothing but Soraya’s destruction. Taking her was supposed to be punishment, vengeance, a way to break her brother. But her scent clashes with his rage. Her magic answers his dominance. And the bond meant for war twists into something darker—obsession, craving, fate pulling two enemies together harder than vengeance can tear them apart. Enemies by tragedy. Bound by forbidden magic. Haunted by the ghost of the woman they both lost. Soraya was supposed to be Damien’s retribution. Instead, she becomes the one thing he can’t reject, can’t resist, and can’t survive without— his fate.

Zoryn spent twenty-two years living as Daeleon’s son—her father's pride and joy—until her first heat exposed the truth... she was a woman! In the Beastworld, females are almost extinct. So when Zoryn’s hidden power awakens at the Grand Festival, her Heat calls every tribe’s strongest male: Wolves circle, lions challenge, bears soften. Serpents obsess and avians tremble. But one reaches her first—Zarenien, the last-born dragon, fated protector of the Matriarch's line. Chosen by the beasts. Claimed by the dragon. And when an ancient, forgotten tribe stirs against Zoryn’s return, six beastmen and one dragon must put aside instinct and rivalry—or lose their Empress forever. [NO rape. NO irredeemably toxic male leads. NO overuse of misunderstandings arcs. STRONG, tomboy female lead. GOOD communication, and EVEN BETTER smut. ♡]

When fate plays matchmaker, even running won’t save you. I’m Alexander Christopher Ethan: Ace the Great if you ask me and I’ve mastered two things in life: disappointing my father and dodging responsibility like it’s an Olympic sport. Seven years ago, a car crash stole my mom and almost took me with her. Dad shipped me abroad to “recover,” and I did… by partying, flirting, and pretending adulthood was someone else’s problem. Then one phone call ruins everything: “Come home.” My welcome-back surprise? An arranged engagement. To a man. A CEO Dad personally handpicked without bothering to ask me. I laugh. I argue. I throw the man’s photo into the fireplace without even looking—and I run. Biggest. Mistake. Ever. Dad’s men chase me through the city until I end up bleeding in an alley with a shattered leg. I’m sure this is how I die. Then he appears. A stranger who fights like an avenging angel and looks at me like I’m worth saving. Maybe it’s the blood loss, maybe it's destiny, but I kiss him, right there in the middle of the chaos. When everything settles, I lie: Lost phone. No home. No idea where to go. He believes me and offers one night. I take it. Then I take another… and another… until one night becomes a week and I’m stupidly, recklessly falling for him. His name is Gabriel. No family. No past. Just the life he built with his own hands. He calls me his shameless brat. I call him my angel. But angels don’t stay forever. My father's men eventually finds me. They drag me home to face my arranged fiancé.....the man I’ve been running from. It’s him. Gabriel. My angel. My lover. The self-made CEO who climbed from orphan to the head of my family’s empire. The man who pulled me from the burning car seven years ago and saved my life. The man I was always meant to marry. And now he realizes the truth: Ethan. Ace. The spoiled heir he was promised, and the runaway he fell for… are the same person. We were both running from this engagement… straight into each other’s arms. I thought I could outrun destiny. All I did was fall in love with it. Now we’re standing in the wreckage of lies, heartbreak, and second chances, and I have only one question: Was this fate… or the universe’s cruelest joke? Either way, I’m done running. Not from him. Not from us. Not from the future I tried so hard to escape. Because sometimes the person you’re meant for… is the one you’ve been running toward all along. TROPES • Arranged Marriage (But Make It Accidental) • Secret Identity / Mistaken Identity • Love at First Sight… Twice • Orphan-to-CEO Fiancé • “I Fell First, But He Fell Harder” • Shameless Brat × Patient Angel • Runaway Heir Meets His Destiny • Trauma Healing Through Love • Found Family • Fated Mates (Whether They Like It or Not) WHAT TO EXPECT • A spoiled heir who needs a reality check-up • A self-made CEO with a soft heart and hard fists • Explosive chemistry. • Healing old wounds while making new memories • Banter, chaos, and one extremely stressed-out father • A love story where destiny laughs the loudest Fate didn’t just play matchmaker it played me like a damn fiddle. And honestly? I’m not even mad about it. Ready for the chaos? Turn the page. Ace the Great One is about to get married… whether he likes it or not.

Trigger Warning: This story contains dark themes, including abuse, non-consensual situations, emotional trauma, humiliation, and violence. Reader discretion is advised. •••••••••••••• Sofia was considered a burden and was never loved because she weighed a few pounds more than what was considered the perfect slender figure. Her younger sister, Lola, was the apple of everyone’s eye—the complete opposite of Sofia. Lola had it all: a beautiful face, a slim body, and she was even dating Damien, the soon-to-be Alpha. Everyone believed Lola was destined to be his mate. The future Luna. The perfect choice. Then fate turned cruel. Lola died, and Sofia was condemned for murder when a damning video showed her pushing Lola to her death. Overnight, she became a murderer in everyone’s eyes—even to Damien, the Alpha heir she secretly loved. On the day of her execution, Sofia is offered a choice. Die… Or live as a sex slave to the Alpha heir who hates her. Soon, word spread. Everyone heard about the famous Alpha Damien’s sex slave. Powerful men began to come forward—Alphas, Betas, and allies of the pack. Some were curious. Some wanted a taste of her. Others wanted to prove their strength by claiming what Damien despised. And with each passing day, the line of men grew longer. But what none of them knew was that a prophecy had long been whispered about Sofia. A prophecy spoken years ago. It said that the girl marked by fate would not only possess a rare and dangerous gift, but that kings, Alphas, and powerful men would one day fight each other for the right to claim her. A woman whose existence would ignite wars. A woman powerful enough to change the fate of packs. And Sofia… was the girl in that prophecy. Then came the real trouble. Damien’s uncle stepped into the picture. A respected Alpha. Calm. Influential. A man no one ever questioned. From the moment he saw Sofia, his interest was clear. He wanted her—and unlike the others, he had the power to challenge Damien. Soon, Damien was no longer the only one laying claim to her. For the first time, he had a real rival. And neither of them yet realized that the prophecy had only just begun to unfold.

Liam grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his piercing green eyes. “Why do you smell like my brother, Scarlett?” he demanded. My heart pounded, but I said nothing. My silence only made his anger worse. “I am your mate,” he growled. What he didn’t know… was that he wasn’t the only one. I was mated to all three brothers. And none of them knew. Just then, a knock echoed on the door. “Liam? Are you in there?” It was Leo. I saw panic flash across Liam’s face as his eyes darted toward the door and then back to me. He could not let his brother see me here, half-naked and pressed against the wall. He grabbed my arm and shoved me into the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower to drown out any sound I might make. BLURB I am fated to three men who want me dead. To the pack, I am the Rogue’s daughter. To Liam, Leon, and Leo, I am a mistake that should never have existed. The day I discovered I was the fated mate of all three brothers, I realized it wasn’t a blessing. It was a death sentence. They hate me. They believe my parents betrayed the pack and killed their mother, our Luna, and the shame of being tied to me burns their pride. None of them know the others share the same bond, and each one secretly plans to reject me and erase the connection forever. So I begged for time. Three months. Three months to strengthen my wolf so I can survive the pain of a triple rejection without dying. They agreed. But something strange began to happen. Why does Liam’s voice grow softer whenever he speaks to me? Why does Leo give me that familiar smile—the one he used to give me when we were children? And why does Leon look like he wants to kill his own brother whenever one of them touches me? Then the truth comes out. The secret is revealed. And now all three brothers know that I belong to them. But instead of rejecting me… they refuse to share me. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Note: This is Book Two of Fated to Not Just One but Three. But it can be read as a standalone, as it follows the story of their sons.

The Desert Kingdom would trade dreams slipping away like grains of sand for illusions that shimmered like mirages; and the Abyssal Realm wandered among shadows, yet drowned in the heart of the light. And he - the ruler of the Frozen Throne - would spread his dominion into mortal hearts and sow suffering there. As for me, I was a Tear Collector born from the echo of fate. I gathered weeping souls, touched their memories, and gently embraced their cold, hardened hearts. This is how the Realm of Tears was protected; it was sacred, unyielding, and merciless toward the lost.

[+18 Matured| Triggering| Explicit Content] BOOK ONE OF THE “RECLAIMING HER FATE” SERIES “Wealth, crown, wild, and heart. Together they rise, or together they fall.” Heiress of the First Werewolf Kingdom, Aveloria Valenor was betrayed, rejected, and slain in her first life. Reborn by the Moon Goddess, she vows to change her fate, only to discover she has not just one mate, but four: the one who once doomed her, the one whose power could save her, the one who tempts her freedom, and the one who has always loved her. Bound by prophecy, hunted by dark shadows, Aveloria must either choose to unite her Tetrabond or see the world consumed by darkness. EXCERPT He groaned against her lips, a low growl that sent shivers down her spine, and she kissed him back with equal fire, matching his rhythm and hunger. Their breaths tangle, shallow and uneven. His large hand grabbed her neck, tilting her head up as he deepened the kiss, causing her pulse to race beneath his touch and her body to ache for his. When they finally parted, Aveloria’s breath trembled. Their foreheads rested together, breathing ragged and lips swollen. Neither spoke. Words would have ruined it, that wild, reckless pull that said they were already too far gone. She looked at him, the one who had saved her, the one who shouldn’t have been hers, and for a moment, everything made sense. But the guilt came next to the reality. She stepped back, her heart racing. “I have to tell you something.” His expression shifted. “What is it?” “There are others.” “Others?” “Mates,” she said quietly. “Three.” He froze. “You’re serious?” She nodded. “I didn’t choose them. It just happened.” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I thought those were just rumors. No one believed it.” “I wish they were.” His jaw tightened, but he laughed softly, shaking his head. “Of course. The Moon gives me a mate; she already has three others. That sounds about right for my luck.” Aveloria swallowed, guilt pressing at her chest. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He looked at her again, calmer this time. “Neither did I.”