Diny R.
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Master D's Obsession
Billionaires "You will forever be mine, Kitten."
Juliet didn't know what was happening to her. Her heart was racing, her body trembling, and her chest felt tight. Her vision blurred with tears, her head spinning, and her stomach nauseous. Terror and panic began to take over every time she tried to rise to the surface, only to fall deeper into the abyss of darkness.
She had received countless letters from an unknown person, and each sent her into a panic attack. In addition to letters filled with obsessive words, the man included photos of Juliet.
The man-whoever he was-knew Juliet very well. He knew the clothes she wore to work, her food, the music she listened to, and even the soap and shampoo she used. Initially, Juliet thought it was all just a prank, maybe because she wasn't part of the De Lavigne family. However, the letters increasingly revealed a terrifying obsession. He was a deranged psychopath.
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Juliet Winter Addison never expected that one night's mistake would trap her in a horrific nightmare. A psychopath who claimed and was so obsessed with her made Juliet afraid of her own shadow.
Haunted by terror, Juliet decides to find out the man's identity, but she becomes entangled in a dangerous game. She couldn't tell anyone about what she was going through because Juliet didn't trust anyone. Not her boyfriend, Leo. Not even her stepbrother, Robbin. The man's threats forced Juliet to keep her mouth shut.
How will Juliet react when she discovers the man's identity? What will she do?
Juliet doesn't know how her story will end, but there is one thing she will fight for.
And that is her freedom.
LUNA : Alpha's Soulmate From Another World
Werewolf Luna Alicia is standing in the middle of a pitch-dark forest. Her whole body trembles in fear of the situation she's in right now. She's so confused and utterly clueless about what's going on. Her eyes are circling wildly, but there is nothing she can use as a clue to get out of this situation so she can come back.
How come? What's going on? Is this all just a dream? But when Luna pinched her arm and felt the pain, it meant that what was happening to her was real. Her teary dark brown eyes again lead to an abandoned temple, where she first set foot in this strange and mysterious situation.
Her body trembled as the cold blew hard against her. She was wrapped in a maroon-coloured knee dress with a famous brand, a dress she had bought suddenly at lunch. Once again, it was a sign that what she was going through was real and not a dream.
Has she started to lose her mind? Is she hallucinating? Did she accidentally take sedatives? But Luna stopped taking them three years ago after her psychiatrist said that she was better and declared successful in fighting the depression she suffered.
She took a long breath. The cell phone in her hand still has a lot of battery power, something to be thankful for under these circumstances. Her eyes again glanced at her phone screen, swearing slowly at the absence of signal status and turning off the phone as she had to save on using her phone. Luna's slowing down. She'd better get back inside the temple.
At least the temple was warm. Instead of standing still in the cold air or tracing the forest in the darkness, she waited until the sun rose. With that thought, Luna again entered the abandoned temple, which was indeed located in the middle of the forest.
While inside the temple, Luna's gaze immediately goes towards the large mirror attached to the wall on the other side of the door. She unconsciously walks up to the mirror, stopping when he is right in front of it.
Luna wipes slowly before shedding tears. Her hand is extended to touch the mirror surface, which shows Nicole in her apartment with a panicked and frightened face, searching for herself and shouting her name.
"Nicole... Please help me... I'm here... I went into the mirror... And now, I am still determining what this place is and where... "Luna is cried sadly.
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THE VAMPIRE KING'S BELOVED
Fantasy Alina faces difficult situations when supernatural beings and vampires overrun the world and stand firm as leaders.
Surrender herself to the Emperor or let her family die at the hands of the bloodsuckers.
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I didn't know that my plan to go to a resort in neutral territory with my best friends ended up in the hands of the most powerful vampire on earth. A Vampire who sits on the throne and is notorious for his cruelty.
Our meeting, which was so short, attracted him to me. He wanted me, and nothing could stop him from getting to me. When we returned face to face, the Emperor gave me the choice to go with him or watch my family and the rest of the city die at the hands of the vampires.
To him, my blood was an ambrosia so addicted, and my smile could bring his long-dead heart back to life.
Raised by the mother of the demons, the Emperor knows no compassion, but he slowly opens his heart to me, who has been dead and who I can't believe when he made me his chosen woman, his soulmate, his companion,
Beloved him.
He's willing to rebel against the woman who raised him. He put aside his respect for that woman for me. He chose me more when he was given a choice between me and that woman. The Emperor, who hated humans so much, chose me, who was just an ordinary human.
This is my story-the story of fate's journey for me. I love an Emperor of Vampires.
The Emperor Darren Phillipe Killian
- Alina.
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Betrayed by My Boyfriend, Claimed by the Mafia Boss
Krystal Catherine loved Marco with all her heart.
Until she discovered that he had betrayed her with her own sister.
Instead of defending Catherine, her family blamed her for standing in the way of their happiness. To them, she was nothing more than an unwanted daughter who had ruined the love story between Marco and the sister they had always favored.
So Catherine gave them exactly what they wanted.
She gave up Marco. She gave up the family that had never truly seen her as one of their own. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any worse, her parents sold her for twenty thousand dollars to an old, ugly man who had already been married once.
Catherine thought her life was over.
Then a stranger appeared and offered her a way out.
His name was Lorenzo.
He offered Catherine a contract marriage.
He needed a wife.
She needed protection.
It seemed like a simple arrangement, and Catherine never expected it to change her life forever.Because she didn't know who Lorenzo really was.
To the world, Lorenzo was a ruthless billionaire and the heir to one of the country's most powerful business empires.
Behind closed doors, he was far more dangerous.
He was the heir to a Mafia dynasty, a man who controlled an empire built on blood, fear, and absolute power.
When Lorenzo offered Catherine a marriage of convenience, she accepted without hesitation.
He needed a wife.
She needed protection.
Neither of them wanted love.
At least, that was what they told themselves.
But after Catherine became Mrs. Romano, Lorenzo's rules began to change. He wanted to know where she went, who she spoke to, and which man dared look at her for too long. The more Catherine tried to keep their marriage strictly business, the more possessive Lorenzo became.
He no longer wanted a temporary wife.
He wanted Catherine completely.
Then Marco finally realized he had made the biggest mistake of his life and came back for her. He expected Catherine to still be the woman who waited for him, forgave him, and accepted whatever affection he was willing to offer.
But Catherine was no longer that woman.
The daughter her family discarded had become the wife of the most dangerous man in the underworld.
And Lorenzo Romano would burn the world down before he let anyone take his wife away. Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Rabbit On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
Dorine Koestler I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved.
He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again.
"Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports.
For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian.
In return, he treated me like furniture.
He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste.
I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home.
So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco.
I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage.
But I underestimated Dante.
When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat.
He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away. From Jilted Bride To Mafia Empress
Xiao Wang For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party." Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil
Gale Kaaya My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement.
To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia.
It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping.
But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished.
She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug.
She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago.
The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash.
Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name.
She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant.
I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead.
I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye.
"Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you."
Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth.
"Prove it," he growled.
I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip.