Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.
Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze was all ice, no warmth. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.
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“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.
He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.
“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease that nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?"
I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.
“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.
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A Dangerous Obsession
Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?
A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.
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LYCAN KING CASSIAN
I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.
Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.
And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.
She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.
Driven by a desperate need to support her single father and three younger siblings, Seraphina Sheldon-Wallace embarks on a job hunt. Unbeknownst to her, this quest will lead her to a fateful encounter with Patrick MacDowell, a self-made billionaire and her father's boss, setting the stage for a life-altering journey.
Patrick, the enigmatic force behind the lavish Ricky Empire, is grappling with mounting pressure. His mother's relentless push for him to settle down and his friends' increasing curiosity about his personal life are pushing him to the edge. He's in dire need of a solution, and he needs it now. When Seraphina unexpectedly enters his life, he sees a potential answer to his problems, setting the stage for a high-stakes romance.
A deal is struck in a twist of fate: Seraphina will pose as Patrick's girlfriend for 30 days. It's a simple arrangement, driven by Patrick's need for a cover and Seraphina's financial desperation. But as they dive into this charade, sparks fly.
Heat meets cold, and the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their attraction grows stronger with each passing day, and resisting temptation becomes an impossible battle.
Can they keep their hearts in check and stick to the deal, or will their facade lead to something neither of them expected? Explore the rollercoaster of emotions and drama as an arrogant billionaire and a determined woman navigate their turbulent 30-day journey together.
As An Eight Year Old, I Went Into Financial Management Behind My Parents Back
At a police station in Manhattan, Mr. Lin and his wife filed a police report with sullen faces.
“Officer, all the money in my bank account is gone! All 300,000 dollars!”
The sheriff’s facial expression turned solemn as he thought of the possibility of them encountering a scam. They investigated the case in all seriousness.
An hour later, the police were speechless when they figured out what happened. The money was actually used by Lin Feng, the young child of the Lin couple, to invest in stocks.
What shocked everyone the most was that these 300,000-dollar worth of NASDAQ stocks rose frantically overnight. In seven days, the stock value had increased to 500,000 dollars.
The news of an eight-year-old child stealing his parents’ savings to invest in stocks went viral.
As Lin Feng sat at home staring at the computer screen and checking the stock market, the sound of the Venture Capital System rang in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations. The stock of Exxon Mobil Corporation rose drastically.]
[Ding! Congratulations. The Dow Jones Industrial Average rose.]
Lin Feng, the eight-year-old genius of Wall Street, had something that was troubling him. What should he do with his loads of money? Should he start a company for his father to pass the time?
In a post-apocalyptic world, you'll find four main types of people. Those who fight with all their might are "the hunters." The ones who leech and exploit others are "the pests." The predators, who see everyone as prey. And lastly, we have "the survivors," the resilient ones who never give up.
Everyone often fits into one category, but it's hard to determine which one Maya falls into. She's not exactly a fighter, considering leaving her room was a chore even before the apocalypse. A predator? No way—she's always been a pushover.
You might think she's a survivor, but that's laughable. She'd rather die from starvation than resort to scavenging. So, how should we categorize her? leeche? Nope.
Perhaps a new category is needed: "The Lost"—those struggling to find their place in a shattered world."
