Superstition
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Luna, the White Wolf, is reborn.
Werewolf I hid my identity as the Alpha King's daughter just to be Santino's perfectly submissive Luna.
I thought deep love would be enough. I was wrong.
Three years into our marriage, Santino brought a pregnant woman into our pack compound, and even gave my late mother's necklace to his mistress.
I tried to argue, to make him respect our marriage.
But he said, "Without my protection, you are nothing."
I played the harmless, weak Luna for so long that he actually thought I was a helpless Omega.
Santino wants a war? Then I will give him a war.
"Damian," my mind was made up as I awakened the Royal Guard, "destroy everything."
Santino could certainly start the fire. But when the war ends, only I can decide.
By the time he regrets it, it will be too late. His Debts, My Sweetest Victory
Modern On our eighth anniversary, I found my husband on a tropical beach with his junior employee. A photo on social media showed them with a diamond ring he' d bought with our company' s money, captioned: "Paradise found with my forever love."
But the moment he truly broke me was when I told him I was terminating the pregnancy and needed him there. He laughed.
"You think I'm going to play along with your pathetic games?" he sneered, before rushing off to comfort his mistress.
Later, in the hospital corridor, after I had gone through it all alone, he finally fell to his knees, crying and asking about "our baby." But it was too late. He and his mistress had already killed my child.
So I played the part of the grieving wife. While he begged for a second chance, I quietly transferred millions to my name, gathered every last piece of evidence of his affair, and served him the final divorce papers, leaving him with nothing but a mountain of debt. Our Love, Our Mutual Destruction
Modern I was dying of cancer when my destructive ex, Brooks Ferguson, returned to Seattle. The first thing he did was demolish my late father's record store.
But his new fiancée, Grace, delivered the final blow. With a vicious smile, she cornered me and poured my mother's ashes onto the filthy street.
I snapped. I rammed my vintage Mustang into her convertible-twice. I woke up in the hospital, coughing up blood, just in time to see Brooks on the news.
"When I find her," he snarled to the cameras, "I' m going to enjoy breaking every single bone in her body."
He had no idea the cancer, accelerated by his cruelty, was already killing me.
He wanted my body? Fine. I refused all treatment and arranged for the hospital to call him. My final revenge wasn't to fight him. It was to die and make him claim the corpse of the woman he destroyed. The Billionaire Who Lost His Sun
Romance I was arranging lilies for my engagement party when the hospital called. A dog bite, they said.
My fiancé, Salvatore Moretti, was supposed to be in Chicago on business. But he answered my frantic call from a ski slope in Aspen, with the sound of my best friend, Sofia, laughing in the background.
He told me not to worry, that my mother’s injury was just a scratch. But when I got to the hospital, I learned it was Sofia’s unvaccinated Doberman that had attacked my diabetic mother. I texted Sal that her kidneys were failing, that they might have to amputate.
His only reply: “Sofia is hysterical. She feels terrible. Calm her down for me, okay?”
Hours later, Sofia posted a photo of Sal kissing her on a ski lift. The next call I got was from the doctor, telling me my mother’s heart had stopped.
She died alone, while the man who swore to protect me was on a romantic vacation with the woman whose dog killed her. The rage inside me wasn't hot; it turned into a block of ice.
I didn't drive back to the penthouse he gave me. I went to my mother’s empty house and made a call I hadn't made in fifteen years. To my estranged father, a man whose name was a ghost story in Salvatore’s world: Don Matteo Costello.
“I’m coming home,” I told him.
My vendetta wouldn’t be one of blood. It would be one of erasure. I would dismantle my life here and disappear so completely, it would be as if I had never existed. His Betrayal, My Second Chance At Life
Billionaires The bank manager looked at me, professional calm masking his judgment.
"I'm sorry, sir, the transaction has been declined."
I knew why. The primary card on my account, the unlimited Black Card my parents had given me, was being bled dry by the two people I trusted most.
It wasn' t just the extravagant five-thousand-dollar handbags or the lavish weekend getaways. It was the crushing betrayal when I overheard them in Sarah' s apartment, my girlfriend laughing as my best friend, Mike, mocked my naivety.
"Liam is so boring. So naive. He just hands over his money like an idiot," Sarah giggled.
"He is an idiot," Mike' s voice oozed contempt. "But a useful one. As long as he keeps paying, you and I can have anything we want."
My world shattered. I stumbled away, heart pounding, the bitter taste of their deceit overwhelming me.
Two days later, at our usual campus coffee shop, I confronted them. Sarah' s face twisted in fury, Mike' s feigned concern turning to a calculated smear campaign. They gaslit me, painting me as the crazy, jealous boyfriend, publicly humiliating me until I ran.
That night, Mike lured me to a cliffside lookout. He pushed me. I remembered the sickening crunch of rocks as I fell, seen his empty eyes as he drove away. The police called it suicide.
But I wasn't dead. I was back. Waking up in my own bed, three weeks before my murder.
This time, the ending would be different. This time, I was in control. When The Tesla Called
Romance The automated call from the Tesla came at 10 PM, shattering the illusion of my perfect life with Ryan.
"A collision has been detected. The registered owner, Ryan Scott, may be unresponsive."
I rushed to the ER, dread gripping my heart, only to find him on a gurney, pale and sweaty.
But he wasn't alone; Sylvia, his brother's widow, was clutching his hand, looking disheveled and frantic.
Then, my childhood friend, Dr. Andrew Lester, delivered the chilling truth: "There was no collision. Mr. Scott experienced... an acute allergic reaction. Anaphylaxis."
A severe latex allergy, exacerbated by "strenuous physical activity."
The words hung in the air, heavy and obscene; the pieces clicked into place with sickening finality.
It wasn't a car crash.
It was sex.
In his car.
For seven years, I had downplayed my family's wealth, my education, my ambitions, all to prop up the myth of the "self-made" Ryan Scott.
For this?
His blatant lies the next morning, about "bad shellfish" and needing me to pick up his impounded Tesla, were a cruel joke.
The car reeked of stale champagne and cheap perfume, brazenly displaying a high-heeled shoe and a torn silk blouse; his contempt for me was physically manifested.
But their sick game was about to change.
When Andrew, my childhood friend, quietly appeared at the impound lot, I made my decision.
"The marriage. With your family. I told my father yes."
My path was set: cold, clear, and utterly decisive. The Sentence That Killed Them All
Horror My younger brother, Jayden, was perfect. Until the day we found him on the lawn, a serene smile on his face, after he jumped from our roof. My world shattered.
Then, the true horror began. My grandpa, followed by my dad, then my mom – all took their own lives, one by one. The only link? A single, mysterious sentence whispered by my dying mother, a secret from Jayden' s suicide note that tormented them beyond reason.
Our house became a tomb, my life a waking nightmare of unanswered questions and profound grief. Why would they choose to die? What cryptic words could compel such an unthinkable end for an entire family? The police were baffled, the town whispered.
I was left alone, haunted by the enigma consuming my loved ones. But as I unearthed my mother's hidden journal, the truth unraveled, revealing a cosmic twist of fate so cruel, so devastating, it transcended mere tragedy. It was a sin, a terrifying cycle of revenge, betrayal, and a secret that would make anyone question reality.
Now, with the full, horrifying truth laid bare, my path is clear: I will make the monster responsible for this unbearable suffering pay, ensuring his torment far exceeds the peaceful deaths my family chose. His Twisted Mercy
Modern They dragged me from the wild mountains after twenty years, back to the cruel polished world of the Winstons, where my only solace was Fang, my beloved coyote.
On my wedding night, I thought I had found salvation with Ethan, my fiancé, but then I overheard his cold, horrifying plan: Fang, my last link to home, was to be brutally killed and his organs harvested for my sister, Chloe.
The next morning, Ethan feigned grief, but I saw the truth in his eyes, and later, the sickening proof: Chloe, vibrant and healthy, parading in a custom coat made from Fang' s precious fur.
How could the man I loved, my supposed savior, conspire in such a monstrous betrayal, reducing my wild companion to a mere commodity, a cruel trophy?
Fueled by an ancient, consuming rage, a primal instinct for vengeance ignited within me, and I knew I would never be caged again. The Coma King's Secret Bride
Billionaires My little brother, Leo, was dying, dependent on a miracle surgery our family couldn't afford.
My only hope was my five-year relationship with Ethan Vanderbilt, the wealthy heir - a relationship I' d clung to despite his growing cruelty.
Then, he called me to his penthouse, not for reconciliation, but to introduce Isabella Romano, his new, stunning fiancée.
"You were always a bit... much, Mia," he sneered, discarding me for an "upgrade."
Public humiliation followed, as society pages lauded their perfect match, branding me the desperate ex.
My own father, desperate for Leo' s life, told me I should have "tried harder."
Our last hope seemed to vanish.
Just when I thought I was at rock bottom, Ethan' s ruthless uncle, Charles Vanderbilt, offered a bizarre lifeline: full funding for Leo' s surgery.
The catch? I had to go to a remote Vermont clinic and act as a discreet observer for his "comatose" brother-in-law, Marcus Thorne.
Spy on a dying man for the family who' d just ruined me? Why me? What dark secrets was I being forced into?
It felt like a devil' s bargain, a humiliation worse than anything Ethan could inflict, and I couldn't ignore the chilling sense of injustice.
But for Leo, I' d do anything.
So I packed my bags, leaving everything behind for that bleak, uncertain future in Vermont.
I expected silent days watching a still form, but the "comatose" Marcus Thorne wasn't so comatose after all.
And the very first thing he said to me wasn't 'hello,' but, "As I recall, Mia Hayes, you were my first kiss." His Hidden Heir: The CEO They Cast Aside
Billionaires I was Ava Miller, a former foster kid desperate for a fresh start.
My new job as companion to the intimidating Mrs. Eleanor Davenport seemed like my escape.
But Eleanor had a hidden agenda: she wanted me to 'manage' her powerful grandson, Ethan.
Desperate for the promised money, I followed her subtle instructions, which shockingly escalated one night.
Pressured to 'help him unwind,' I used a sleeping powder, leading to an encounter I never anticipated, a desperate, morally compromising act.
I soon discovered I was pregnant.
Eleanor swiftly paid me off, telling me my 'services were no longer required' before Ethan's arranged engagement.
I was discarded, used, and heartbroken, forced to flee and struggle raising my son, Leo, alone, far from their opulent world.
How could they manipulate me like that?
The shame burned, but so did a fierce determination.
I vowed Leo and I would never be discarded again.
Years later, just as I' d built a peaceful life, fate delivered a stunning twist.
I was Ava Sterling, the lost heir to a tech billionaire, now CEO of a global empire, finally independent.
But then, Ethan Davenport walked back into my life, his eyes widening as they landed on Leo.
He saw his own face in my son and demanded answers.
This time, I wouldn't be silent. I would unveil the brutal truth, fight for my son, and for myself. From Burger Barn to Billionaire's Trap
Young Adult I was just Emily Miller, stuck in a Rust Belt town, working at Burger Barn, with only my Ivy League dreams and a worn-out textbook to escape my indifferent foster parents. My entire future depended on a scholarship.
Then, the unthinkable happened. The Waltons—the billionaire supermarket magnates—appeared. They claimed I was their long-lost daughter, genetic proof in hand, complete with a dazzling lifestyle upgrade and a campus heartthrob fiancé, Blake. It should have been a dream come true.
But as they spun their heartwarming tale, shimmering, intrusive messages popped up, visible only to me: `>> LOL, the crocodile tears are Emmy-worthy, Marian. #FakeFamily`. These chilling "reality comment subtitles" revealed a sinister truth: the Waltons, including my "fiancé" Blake, were orchestrating an elaborate psychological "kill with kindness" plot. Their real daughter, Jessica, my academic rival, was threatened by my success, and they’d paid off my foster parents to neutralize me.
What they offered wasn't a second chance; it was a gilded cage designed to crush my ambition and ensure Jessica's ascent. Every "generous" offer, every "loving" gesture, was a meticulously placed trap, aiming to turn me into a mindless socialite. The comments were my brutal, cynical guide, exposing the true intentions behind their saccharine smiles.
Naive? Not anymore. I took a deep breath. If they wanted to play a game, I’d play along – right up to the moment I turned their own resources against them. I’d use their money for the most expensive SAT prep, feign airheadedness, and transform Blake into my unwitting assistant, all while planning my ultimate, public triumph that would expose their vile scheme to the world. You might like
In Bed With My Ex's Brother-in-Law
Ady Daniels He left her on the streets. His brother-in-law picked her up. and made her his wife.
On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back-humiliated, broken, and utterly alone.
Until Eric Thompson appeared.
Bella's older brother. Mark's powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city.
He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal:
A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild.
Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric's carefully guarded control unraveled-and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition.
He was the one man she could never have. and the only one she couldn't resist.
But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother's bride, Elena must decide:
Is this just a contract?
Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for? THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA
Jhasmheen Oneal Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand.
Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again.
What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear.
With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again.
Because falling in love is one thing.
Surviving it?
That's a war of its own.
Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul?
For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.
My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her
infanta123 My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son.
Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend.
Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack.
The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't.
Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm.
She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more.
A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna.
He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable.
Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences? Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy
Syliva.D All my life, I've been the backup daughter. My sister Beatrice got everything-love, attention, the golden child treatment.I got leftovers and reminders I wasn't good enough.
Until I discovered Niall,gorgeous Alpha from the neighboring pack,was my fated mate. Finally, my turn to be chosen.
God, I was naive.
Four years of engagement hell.Bleaching my hair to suit his tastes. Squeezing into tight dresses, playing his personal maid-only to hear I'd make a better servant than mate.
All because his heart belonged to my sister.
That night,I accidentally knocked over their picture frame. He slapped me. Hard. Said I'd never measure up to her.
So I slapped him back, tore up their photo, and accepted rejection.
I thought it was over. Until I caught them at the club, laughing about how pathetic my four years of trying had been. The whole engagement was their sick game.
Drunk and furious, I did something reckless with my mysterious neighbor. Alpha Hudson -face carved by gods, danger in every perfectly tailored line.
Most importantly, he's my ex's nemesis.
So? Best sex of my life.
I thought it was a one-night stand to forget.
Wrong Again.
He's richer than Niall, more powerful than my family, and infinitely more dangerous.
And he's not letting me go.
This time, I won't be anybody's second choice. My Reborn Husband Didn't Choose Me? I Flash Married a Firefighter!
Sibeal Sallese For seven years, I drank the bitter tonic my fiancé, Alpha Adrian, gave me, believing it would cure my "wolfless" defect.
I was wrong. It was poison.
He wasn't trying to heal me; he was keeping me weak so he could replace me with my foster sister, Ariel.
When the fire consumed the Alpha's Wing, I was trapped under a burning beam, my legs crushed.
Adrian kicked down the door. I reached out to him, screaming for help.
But he didn't look at me. He looked at Ariel, who was lying on the floor in a silk nightgown.
He scooped her up, cradling her like she was the only thing that mattered.
I begged him not to leave me.
Instead of helping, he used his Alpha Command on me, his voice booming with supernatural weight.
"Stay put! I'll be back for you!"
It was a lie. He used his power to freeze me in the inferno and left me to burn alive.
I survived, only to watch him publicly reject me for her the next day, with my own father's blessing.
They called me a "genetic dead end." They thought I would crawl away and die in shame.
I didn't.
I limped up the mountain to the Neutral Lands to find the one man everyone fears-the exiled Alpha, Garth Morgan.
"I have the Gamma Bloodline Scroll," I told the massive figure emerging from the shadows.
"I don't want your gratitude," Garth growled, his eyes like storm clouds.
"I'm not here for gratitude," I replied, staring him down. "I'm here to make a deal with the devil." My Alpha Refused My Dying Rejection
Rabbit My fated mate, Alpha Kaden, watched me die slowly for three years while he groomed his mistress. When our pup withered and died inside me due to his neglect, he publicly accused me of murder. That was the day I stopped dying for him and started living to defy him.
The Pack Healer confirmed our pup's soul returned to the Goddess; Kaden's weakened bond was literally killing me, forcing a procedure to remove the last physical tether. Immediately after, Kaden returned with Cori Mullins, his 'true love', and found me. He snarled accusations I'd destroyed his heir-a lie Cori eagerly reinforced.
He dismissed my cries that he killed our baby, believing their narrative. My inner wolf gave a final gurgling howl as necrosis spread, and he swallowed Cori's lie that she, not me, saved him from rogues. I looked into his eyes and saw only disgust; he deemed my pain a performance, blind to the bond rotting me.
Realizing he would never believe me, I formally rejected him as my Mate. He laughed, dismissed it as a tantrum, and refused to accept. But as he walked away, leaving me to die, I vowed to reclaim my life. I vanished into the night, determined to live for myself, whatever the deadly cost. 
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