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She was the scatterbrained journalist Xia Yanxin, who infiltrated the Heaven-Earth Gala to interview for an exclusive story and inadvertently provoked the Supreme dark young master. Amidst the dark cruise and a twisted hunting game, she turned his world upside down. From then on, she became his private pet of the night, trapped in a fate from which she could not escape. He was the Prince of the night, the mischievous Long Yutian. He was used to controlling everything, scheming tirelessly for her, but in the end, he lost his heart... Perhaps in that hunting game, he was the real loser!

She thought marriage was all about love and freedom. Soon, she had to face the reality. Her life was anything but a bed of roses. ____ Growing up in the temple, the troublemaker and yet pure-hearted and innocent Veronica decided to go outside the walls. Her first-time experience ended with something disastrous. She learned about a unique part of the male body she had never heard of its existence. Arthur found out about her deepest secret that no one should have known. That's how their fates tangled. Her fairytale love story ceased the moment she faced the reality. Will she run away? Will she break down? Will Arthur be there to support her? ____ She is a curious student who wants to know about pleasure and he is a patient teacher who knows everything she wants to learn. ____ Video trailer: [ Webnovel - Tangled by Fate - Flow07 (Trailer) ]

Being the pack defect is bad enough. Getting REJECTED? By your own fated mate? Yeah. THAT is a whole new level of low. Ava Grey is the pack defect, a wolfless shifter. She struggles through life with the vague dream of freedom. Her opportunity comes when she's suddenly informed that she will be attending the Lunar Gala, an annual ball for young adult shifters to find their fated mates. And she finds him. He's beautiful and intense, and his kisses send desire through her veins like a drug. Until he REJECTS her. Ava isn't about to go back to her dreary life. She escapes and forges a new identity far from her pack, and far from her alpha mate. She makes new friends and is even forcefully adopted by a hilarious husky. But just as she settles in and finds happiness, strange things begin to happen... Her husky has been holding secrets. She's hearing whispers that shifter packs all over are looking for her. And she can smell a familiar scent in her apartment, which makes no sense at all... because the man it belongs to rejected her. FEBRUARY 2024 UPDATE: Updates scheduled for 5-7 days a week as I continue recovering and working on my new WSA entry. Thank you for your patience as we move into book 7! --------- This is a wolf shifter romance with multiple triggers that like to waltz hand in hand with all the dark themes through a meadow of dead flowers. In this book you will find the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Laugh, cry, rage; you can do them all as you follow Ava in the rather perilous journey of being a wolf shifter in this generation of werewolf romance. There are R18 scenes sprinkled throughout this book like candy popping out of a pinata. Please read responsibly. ------- AUTHOR DISCORD: https://discord.com/invite/ApNZDux8kj

"Kamu pikir dengan menyembuhkanku akan membuatku lebih mencintaimu?" Dia mencemooh sambil menarik rambutku keras-keras saat ia menyeretku menuju pintu. "Kamu menyakitiku, Xavier," aku menangis memukul-mukulnya dengan lemah. Tak banyak yang bisa kulakukan. "Jika aku melihatmu sedekat satu inci dari diriku lagi," dia melemparku ke dinding "aku akan melupakan konsekuensinya dan membunuhmu,". *** Pasangan dan aku memang ditakdirkan untuk saling membenci, hanya tindakan cinta sejati atau pengorbanan dari pasangan yang lebih kuat yang bisa membetulkan takdir kami, tapi selama tujuh tahun, aku harus menahan siksaan dan cinta semu pasanganku hingga suatu hari aku memutuskan untuk pergi. Aku pergi, bertekad untuk terus tersembunyi darinya selamanya... tetapi beberapa minggu kemudian, aku mengetahui bahwa aku hamil.

"Did you think healing me would make me love you more?" He scoffed grabbing my hair as he pulled me towards the door. "You're hurting me, Xavier," I cried beating against him weakly. There was not much I could do. "If I ever see you an inch close to me," He threw me against the wall "I'll damn the consequences and kill you,". *** My mate and I were destined to hate each other, only an act of true love or selflessness from the stronger mate could set our destines on the right path but for seven years, I had to put up with my mate's abuse and his supposed love of his life until one day I decided to leave. I left, determined to stay hidden from him forever... but I found out I was pregnant few weeks later.

Lianne Lianne's father was a chauffeur for the top conglomerate, the Sinclair Family. On the day her father died in the line of duty, amidst a torrential downpour, Ethan Sinclair walked toward her, his deep, magnetic voice saying: "Come with me." He took her under his wing, protecting her for nine years. Hearing that Ethan Sinclair nearly had a falling out with his family over his one true love, Lianne, well aware that his heart wasn't hers, chose to make a graceful exit. Unexpectedly, under the lingering moonlight, she spent a tangled night with someone. The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his own younger brother, Seth Sinclair, beside her. Lianne Lianne sincerely suggested, "You had your fun last night too. Why don't we just part ways amicably?" "Not done having fun. Can't part." The man had a towel tied loosely around his waist. Droplets of water from his damp bangs trickled down, gliding past his collarbone and disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural sexiness. The corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lianne." Later, At a certain banquet, Lianne felt unwell and left early. When Ethan Sinclair heard about it, he hastily left his seat and knocked on the door of the lounge. But inside, Seth Sinclair had forcefully wrapped his arms around Lianne's waist, pressing her flush against the door, and lowered his head to scorch her lips with a kiss, his voice deep and raspy, "Tell him to get lost." ** Seth Sinclair was notoriously reckless and devil-may-care. Everyone thought he was just playing the field, a way to pass the time and ease his loneliness. Until one night in Kian, a rumor spread like wildfire through their social circle: Seth Sinclair had personally written a love letter to Lianne. The scions of high society all rushed to debunk it: "Fake! Impossible! It's definitely a forgery!" How could the powerful and distinguished second young master of the Sinclair family possibly lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. The man corrected them with a lazy smile, "Two letters. One love letter, and one marriage certificate."

Vivian Sinclair followed her mother into the Prescott Family. Mother and daughter survived by clinging to the Prescotts. The Prescott siblings looked down on her background, bullied her, and ridiculed her as lowly. Only Curtis Prescott stood up: "The weaker you are, the stronger the enemy becomes. Don't be afraid, fight back." A naive heart secretly thumped, gradually imprisoning her childhood kindness from the young boy. Until that night, Miss Prescott ordered someone to kidnap her and silence her. The phone call made in panic was a lifeline: "Curtis is busy. She said if it's your call, don't answer!" Lost love and hate instantly froze into ice. Tristan Sterling had a face as cold as ice; every time Vivian Sinclair met this man, she needed a great psychological struggle. Yet, countless times, this man's cold-hearted and sharp tongue saved her from peril. But it was this aloof man who stood firmly behind her when she was humiliated and ridiculed, revealing his feelings only after nightfall. "Back then, I thought the girl with the bow was so silly, yet I remembered this silly girl." After losing contact with Vivian Sinclair, Curtis Prescott frantically searched for her within his heart: "Vivian, don't leave me, I was wrong!" Julian Sterling stood by with a faux gangster aura: "You don't need to take responsibility for that night."

"It's an open marriage, Elena. It's the only solution that makes sense. It's either this… or we file for divorce." Graham said simply, swirling the wine in his glass like this was casual. Like we were just chatting over dinner. "You wanted an open marriage?" I said sweetly. "You've got one. But don't forget… I can open doors too." I turned to Jaxx and kissed him… hard. I breathed the words against his mouth, lips brushing as I whispered with desperate urgency, "Don't ask questions. Just… kiss me back." Elena Sinclair was always the good girl—the dutiful wife who believed love could conquer anything. But after five years of marriage, her dreams have rotted into a nightmare. Graham calls her broken, a barren disappointment who failed her role as a wife. His ""solution""? An open marriage—permission to find another woman who can carry his heir. The next day, he brings home that woman. Pregnant. Smugly introduced as his cousin. Humiliation becomes Elena's daily reality. His mother's cruelty, his cold indifference, the sharp sting of fists and words—every wound reminding her she's nothing more than a placeholder keeping his reputation intact. But Elena's heart once belonged to him. Completely. Foolishly. Blindly. Now? It wants revenge. To make her husband watch, she turns to the last man she should ever touch: Jaxx Moretti—Graham's ruthless younger brother. The family disgrace. The one who once tormented her. The one with power to ruin everything Graham holds dear. What begins as a wicked game—his jealousy versus her desperation—spirals into something dark, addictive, and dangerously real. Because Jaxx isn't just a rebellion. He's passion. He's fury. He's the door she was never meant to open. And once she steps through… she might never go back. Content Warning: Adult themes (18+), including explicit sexual content, toxic relationships, manipulation, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion is advised.

In the game of the rich and ruthless; where lines of humanity blurs, blood was inevitable, manipulation was ensured, and betrayal was a norm. You either become a pawn or a player. To the world, Chiara Marino was an art gallery owner with a perfect luxurious life. What people didn't know was a monster she was turned into with no choice but to embrace it. Carmelo Conti is an ambitious and ruthless billionaire who valued his people and family. He is calm and collected, until you touch where you shouldn't have. A forced marriage to a man far worse than her stepfather threatens her life purposes. To them it was just a game. But they forgot that she was a made monster. And monsters don't give a fuck! What happens when Chiara decides to create her own fate?

Devil’s Bedtime Stories An Anthology of One-Shot Horror Tales > “Not all stories are meant to be told at night. Some were never meant to be told at all…” Behind every nightmare lies a truth that someone tried to bury. In this collection of twisted horror one-shots, each volume opens the door to a different darkness— where hotel rooms rewrite your soul, shadows remember your name, and monsters don’t hide under your bed... they tuck you in. From cursed lakes and haunted towns to devils disguised as bedtime storytellers, every tale in this anthology is a slow, inescapable descent into madness, dread, and the chilling possibility that you were never alone to begin with. Once you open this book, you're already part of the story. And the Devil never forgets his readers. This is not a book for sleep. This is a book for those who want to know what's waiting in the dark... For those who are ready to stop pretending the whisper under their bed was the wind. For those who understand: > Once you start reading… you can’t unread what follows. --- SERIES FORMAT: Each Volume = One Complete Horror Story Every Release = A New Devil’s Bedtime Tale No Endings Are Safe. No Truth Is Entirely Buried. Every Story Is a Doorway You Choose to Open. --- > “Once you read it, it knows you. Once you dream it, it never leaves.”