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The Neglected Wife Takes His Empire

The Neglected Wife Takes His Empire

Eldridge Hall was a billionaire CEO who viewed his wife as nothing more than a paranoid, hysterical nuisance. During a violent argument over his "fragile" female friend, they fell down a grand staircase. When Eldridge woke up in the hospital, he was trapped in his wife's body, and she was in his. He thought she would panic and beg to switch back. Instead, Ava put on his bespoke suit, took over his company, and claimed his vast empire without hesitation. Meanwhile, trapped in her frail form, Eldridge was plunged into a living nightmare. His "innocent" female friend immediately framed him, pouring scalding coffee on herself to make Eldridge look like a crazy, jealous wife. His own security guards dragged him out of the lobby and threw him into the freezing rain. Worse, he was summoned by his toxic in-laws, who threatened to cut off Ava's mother's psychiatric care if he didn't secure them a lucrative business contract. Then came the excruciating physical agony. Eldridge collapsed on the bathroom floor, bleeding, convinced his internal organs were rupturing. When he begged his wife for an ambulance, she just looked down at him and laughed. "Stop crying, Mr. CEO. You are not dying, you just got your period." As Eldridge lay writhing on the cold tiles, stripped of his power and dignity, he finally understood the suffocating hell his wife endured every single day. But Ava was already running his life, and she had no intention of ever giving it back.
The Tainted Alpha

The Tainted Alpha

I struggle slightly with the terrible pain at my waist and my head. It shouldn't hurt after death but it did hurt. I force my eyes open just to meet with another pair of eyes. Silver ones that belong to an elderly woman. Not so elderly but she's obviously far older than I am."You tried to kill yourself." She smiles and presses a hot cloth on my head. I try to groan and yell out in pain but nothing comes out of my mouth. She presses the cloth on my legs as well and my waist. "Why would you want to kill yourself?" She asks, still pressing the hot cloth on my body. It hurts badly but even a sigh doesn't escape my lips. "Is she alright?" A tall broad man walks in. For a moment I didn't see his face, just his chest because he's way out of my line of sight but with every step he takes closer his face becomes more and more visible."She's still recovering. She's awake now but she's still In pain." The woman says to him. He stands not so far away with his gray eyes glued to me like he's studying me or something. I try to talk, to ask where I am and who they are but nothing comes out. With each attempt, I feel my body growing weaker.The plan was to die and not get rescued by strangers who do not look familiar at all. They aren't members of my pack but they could be of another pack. Why are they holding me?. "Make sure she recovers fast." The man says in a commanding tone and leaves. I stare at the woman who only wears a smile on her face. She dips the cloth in water and presses it softly on my thighs. It isn't as hot as it was. The little time she conversed with whoever that man was, made the water turn warm. "You really shouldn't take suicide as an option because it isn't." She utters. I try to speak but nothing comes fort. Like my vocal cord doesn't exist anymore or like I've lost my ability to even talk. A lot of questions are running through my mind and with each passing second, I feel more and more anxious. I look around the room we are in. It's a small room with barely anything, just the bed I lay on and a small chair and a table and a curtain blocking the rays of the sun from passing through the small window. What is this place? Why am I here? How did they find me? All I remember is letting myself fall and hitting the hard ground and I'm sure I passed out right after that. Everything else is a blur. ○○○○○ Running away from her dreadful uncle and dreadful pack, Hazel decides to end her life. Only to be saved by people from a pack. Soon she discovers her mate is the alpha of the pack but what she thought would be a life of bliss turns into her worst nightmare. Her mate constantly rejects her. After a near death experience and Kyle thought he would lose his mate Hazel, he decides to open up and tell her the reason why he chooses to resent her. Turns out, Kyle has played a major role in Hazel's life misery. Will she still choose him after everything and stand by his side to break the deal he has with a demon or will she leave him out of anger that she feels. ○○○○○ An exciting tale of Kyle's and Hazel's love story filled with bumps, fears, betrayals, obstacles. Will they overcome the fierceness that strives to break them or will they suffer in pain and agony?
Rejecting The Pack: I Need One Mate

Rejecting The Pack: I Need One Mate

In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual. But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum. If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me. The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother. I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders. So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition. "I will only ever take one mate." And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap. "Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."
The Devil's Warrior Queen

The Devil's Warrior Queen

 "You're right feisty princess, what fun will it be if it was forced? It'll be more delighting if you gave it willingly." He whispered darkly.  "I would never give myself willingly to you!" She snapped.   "We'll see about that feisty princess." He drawled in a low tone as his crimson eyes glinted with dark amusement and a mixture of devilishness. --------- When Rama, a fierce queen encounters her greatest rival, the vampire king, it is apparent death is sealed on her, but when the vampire King changes his mind and instead seizes her as his captive to torture her for her defiance, the fate of Rama is obscure and her future as her Rival's prisoner is sealed but unforeseen. Rama finds herself ensnared in the cold, unforgiving clutches of Draco, the ruthless vampire king. As captive and captor collide, the lines between predator and prey blur, unveiling a world where forbidden desires intertwine with the mysteries of Draco's dark existence. In the nocturnal embrace of Draco's realm, Rama discovers a desirable undercurrent that challenges her very essence. Unraveling the enigma of Draco's secrets, she is drawn into a dance of power and passion, where every step she takes is both unpredictable and inevitable. Rama, once a beacon of strength, now navigates a treacherous path fueled by both defiance and a lingering allure she cannot deny. She walks down the obscure path of sinful temptation, steamy romance and burning hot desires led down by the alluring devil and her immortal enemy, will she be able to resist this alluring devil or will she succumb to his dark and enigmatic world as he lures her with his wicked charms? The devil takes the warrior queen captive, but his sadistic pleasure is not satisfied to its peak, soon, he desires total captive of her body, mind and soul, but what if he captures something else both of them never predicted, something not even the seers could have foreseen?
Reborn As The Beastmen's Wicked Wife

Reborn As The Beastmen's Wicked Wife

Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining. Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her. She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip. And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them. Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death. "Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free." "If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males." To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her. She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her. She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind. But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic. She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time. Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.
Claimed By The Exiled Tiger King

Claimed By The Exiled Tiger King

The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen. My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive. The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest. I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman. But Chelsea wouldn't stop. She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property. I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength. As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run. Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan. "She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
Penniless Girl? She Is The Genius Healer

Penniless Girl? She Is The Genius Healer

My uncle kicked me and my little brother out into the freezing rain, stripping away everything we owned. He transferred my parents' entire bank vault to my "perfect" cousin Emmie, claiming my expulsion from the academy made me a disgrace. He threw a pathetic pouch of coins at my feet as "charity" and ordered me never to use the family name again. Emmie put on a fake show of pity, though her eyes gleamed with triumphant delight as her house-elves moved her things into my parents' room. "Sister, where will you and Greyson go in this rain?" In the eyes of the magical elite, I was just a destitute, ruined orphan dragging a kid along. At the underground auction, the pure-bloods laughed at my faded robes, mocking me when I dared to bid against Burrell Black, the wealthiest heir in our world. A group of drunken aristocrats even cornered us in an alley, drawing their wands and thinking they could easily bully a penniless girl. They all thought I was a powerless outcast who had lost everything. They didn't know my expulsion was just because I got bored, or that I was actually "Silver Fox," the uncrowned king of the curse-breaking underworld. I casually disarmed all five pure-bloods in under two seconds with a flick of a cheap willow wand. As Burrell Black watched me from his VIP balcony in absolute shock, I smiled. It was time to get back what was ours.