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The Alpha's Outcast

Malia Carlton, Illegitimate daughter to the alpha King of Ethiopia has always had a rough life due to her status. To everyone, she is a bastard weakling with no powers and no mother. She couldn’t bear such pain and ridicule so she prayed fervently for a way out. Her prayers were answered, at least in a way, as she was soon sent out on a mission for the sake of her freedom. Elated, she accepts the mission and sets out. The problem is she soon finds out that the mission to steal a golden artifact is way harder than she ever imagined. She is in danger. Danger of losing herself in love. Love for the son of the man she is supposed to steal from. The problem is that she is already engaged to her mate. Will she give in and let herself love him back or will she choose duty and strive to complete her mission? What will happen if the man she loves finds out what she was originally there for? Will their love be doomed to die from the start or will it bloom again? Follow Malia as she navigates the new feelings fate has thrown her way.

Tempted By The Playboy

"Welcome to your new job, Miss Lucia…." Damon continued, "of course, my father has employed you to be my nanny!" He was obviously a madman, Lucia thought. But he was a stunningly handsome young man she must admit. Other women- lots of them- would have called panting at his feet. Lucia didn't have time for all that. All her life she had lives on purpose, setting her guard as high as a tower. Now, she knew she had a job to fulfill and a reputation to uphold. "Look Mr. Damon, I don't know why you are doing this, but —" "You'd better wonder why my father is employing you to do it… He employed you," "To take care of this little boy," "To take care of Damon," her fully grown musculine tensed. He pokes his chest."Me." ¶¶¶¶ ….. Lucia was thrilled when a wealthy businessman offered her a job as live-in nanny to his son. But on her arrival at his luxury home, Lucia realized her employer had two sons. And her charge, Damon Walter, wasn't the little boy who had greeted her. It was his half brother, a thirty two year old Playboy! And it was no mistake. Damon's father had hired Lucia to help reform and transform his ever rebellious son. Lucia wasn't sure she could persuade this sinfully gorgeous man to take orders from her. Especially as he didn't want to be reformed. He was more interested in seducing Lucia into his wicked ways! Happy reading….

Rise Of The Phoenix Queen

A devil should be punished for his every crime before he repents. Freedom to some people is the ability to skirt through opportunities. To some, it was the ability to live over the hedge and confines but to Rachelle, Freedom was the ability to breathe—a chance to live! He's an Alpha. She's a Rogue or something more than that. One can't be too sure with figures from the past and some little spirits who wouldn't let her go. One thing is certain for Rachelle; things are about to get real messy and she is well set for it—for behold, a new dawn had come and it is set for the rise of a phoenix Queen!

Alpha Liam & Luna Clara

When Liam, a young respected alpha of his pack is mated to a human, he finds he is unable to control his urges and plays along to them. Months later he manages to open up to her but she pushed him away. Now she is in trouble and her best friend, also a werewolf has no one else to turn to but Liam.

Daughter Of Darkness

Because of the gloom that fell over our castle following the passing of my mother and the fact that I saw my stepmother's two children taking me through misery, many have referred to me as the "Daughter of Darkness." It is a fact that I have had a very challenging existence, starting with the time I spent as a slave and ending in the day when they attempt to take one of my kidneys from my body. I was under the impression that my suffering would come to an end when I wed Damien, a member of the mafia who was only in it for himself, but the reality was that I was about to experience the worst moment of my life. My whole life changed once I became friends with Emma, who was the only child Damien had. My life was filled with so much sadness when I shared a house with someone who put himself first. This continued until the day Damien fell in love with me, at which point the killers attempted to kill both of us and kill him. I had the mistaken impression that things would be a lot simpler for us until another woman walked into our territory and ruined our peace.

The Billionaire Casanova

He still had the lustful look on his face. "I want you, I want you to grace my bed, I will give you enough money that you will take care of yourself with," he said. I was shocked to hear him say that,it's very obvious that he's no different from his brother 'Ace'. "I will never do such a thing. I only came here to work and not to grace anyone's bed," I kept looking at him I was really angry with everything that was happening in my life, it was enough that I'm passing through financial problems and now that I got the opportunity to work in this place under Mrs Sophia and then his sons are going to make this mansion terrible for me. It was so insulting to hear him say that, to think that I will give him my body, now it's no longer about Ace only but his brother also. I was already pissed. I felt like hitting his chest with my fist. I clenched my fist so tight and closed my eyes. I felt like giving him the punch on his face but then I could be sacked, I could be thrown out by Mrs Sophia. Then I tried to control my anger. "What do you want from me sir," I looked at him. "I just want you to be mine,"he repeated. "Just as I said before, I'm not here for that," he responded, nonchalantly turning to face the other way. "Are you sure you're going to come to my bed?" he said, holding my waist.  I pushed him softly away from my body.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind

I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands. Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort. "Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes. I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"—the legendary financial ghost—really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground. The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family’s legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change. As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim. "We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world.

Trading A Fake Marriage For A Real Vow

Bryson once gave Helena his whole heart, yet betrayal followed when he wed another. He claimed her absence forced his hand, insisting the other woman was only a substitute. Helena refused to accept this false marriage or any more of his excuses. She gathered evidence, secured much of his fortune through court, then stunned everyone by marrying Bryson's own brother. Rumors whispered that Callum longed for someone out of reach, until one day, he posted a picture of intertwined hands, bands matching. On a trip, he introduced Helena as his beloved wife. When Helena wasn't around, one of his friends asked, "What about the girl you've loved for so many years?" Callum's gaze fell upon Helena's silhouette. "She stands right beside me."

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.

Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine

I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.