Evelyn Reed
12 Published Stories
Evelyn Reed's Books and Stories
Fated to the Dangerous and Possessive Lycan King
Werewolf After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot.
In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts.
He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago.
To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world.
"A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust.
Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone.
I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead.
But I was wrong about him being powerless.
One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura.
He wasn't crippled at all.
The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life. The Jilted Heiress And Her Possessive Guardian
Romance Ardella caught her fiancé Braden cheating with an actress in a downtown VIP room.
It was supposed to be a simple business marriage to save her family's bankrupt company.
But instead of supporting her, her uncle and aunt demanded she get on her knees and apologize to the cheating fiancé.
They didn't care about her dignity; they only cared about the merger capital.
Her cousin publicly mocked her, and her uncle threatened to permanently hide the police file revealing who murdered her father if she ruined the deal.
To make matters worse, Ethelbert Stone, the terrifying billionaire who raised her—and the man she was desperately trying to escape—publicly claimed he didn't know her.
Yet, moments later, he trapped her in his car, his eyes filled with a sick, possessive rage, reminding her that every inch of her belonged to him.
She was completely cornered by a cheating fiancé, a parasitic family, and an obsessed former guardian.
They had drained her father's trust fund dry and now wanted to sell her off to cover their debts.
They really thought she was just a helpless pawn they could manipulate and discard at will.
But they were dead wrong.
Ardella calmly wiped her hands after throwing scalding tea at her aunt's feet, staring down at her greedy family.
"The headline tomorrow will read: Price Group Bankrupt, Fails to Sell Niece to Cover Debts."
She backed up the video of her fiancé's betrayal to ten different servers and sent a text to her private investigator.
Tonight, at the elite society dinner, she was going to blow the scandal wide open and drag them all down with her. Broken And Betrayed: A Billionaire's Regret
Modern My ten-year contract marriage was over. I had saved my sister's life by playing wife to a billionaire and mother to his two sons. Today, I was finally free.
But at my stepson's birthday party, my public execution began when a deepfake porn video starring my face was broadcast to all of New York's elite.
Then, my husband's ex-wife, Carolina, orchestrated my downfall. She stabbed herself and blamed me. The boys I raised screamed that I was a monster. And my husband, Justin, believing her lies, beat me so brutally that I miscarried the child I never knew I was carrying.
He chose her. He chose the lie. He let our child die.
But his mother, the woman who orchestrated our marriage, saved me. Months later, my ex-husband and stepsons found me in LA, crying and begging me to come home. I looked at the men who destroyed me and smiled.
"No," I said calmly. "I don't need you anymore." Data of a Broken Heart
Sci-fi The kiss was cold. Not just the late hour, but his eyes, fixated on a spiking graph over my shoulder, measuring my every breath.
"Perfect," Ethan murmured, pulling away. "The oxytocin response was exactly as predicted." He wasn' t talking to me. Our kiss, a desperate attempt to reconnect, was just data for his obsession: Project Seraph.
Our home had become a lab, our life an experiment. I, Ava, a software engineer who' d set aside my career for his, felt like a ghost, a tool in his grand design.
That night, a thin line of light from his locked office door beckoned. I used a backdoor I' d coded years ago.
The room was a laboratory. And in the center, a shimmering, life-sized hologram of Sophia Reed-his dead ex-girlfriend. "Soon, Sophia. Soon you'll be whole again," he vowed, his voice filled with a reverence he hadn't shown me in years.
Then, the horror. He saw me. "Ava? She' s served her purpose. Her neural patterns, her emotional responses… they were the perfect raw data to rebuild you." He filtered out my "weaknesses," my "softness," using our intimacy, our arguments, just to gather data.
I stood frozen. It wasn't just a project. It was a resurrection. And I was the sacrifice. He didn't grieve her; he resented me for not being her. The chilling realization of his malice, extending even to my devastating miscarriage years ago, hit me like a physical blow.
My love turned to ash. I would not be a template. I would not be erased. This wasn't about saving my marriage. This was about survival. And justice. I would burn his project to the ground. The Ex-Wife Who Built An Empire
Modern My mother-in-law, Maria, was crying silently at my kitchen table, her shoulders shaking with a defeated kind of grief.
My husband, Ethan, barely glanced up from his phone.
"Dad had another one of his episodes," he said, dismissively.
This meant Maria, our lifeline for childcare, was being sent back to her abusive husband.
A cold dread settled in my stomach; this was the beginning of the end for my paralegal career.
Then, the strange incidents started with the nannies: a baby monitor blasting static, a gas knob turned on, a back door found wide open.
Terrified, one by one, they all quit, forcing me to give up the job I loved, the independence I cherished.
Ethan, now a newly promoted Regional Director, gloated.
"See? It' s a sign. You' re meant to be home with Maya."
He cut off my access to our joint account, then tossed me a few hundred dollars a week like an allowance, questioning every single purchase.
Our home became a cage, and he was the gatekeeper.
But I wasn' t stupid.
I knew his control was tightening, and I saw a way out.
One night, after he threw a wad of cash in my face and called me a leech, my phone buzzed.
A photo appeared, then quickly vanished: Ethan, arm-in-arm with another woman.
My hands shook with a potent mix of humiliation, rage, and a terrifying clarity.
That night, I hit record on my camera, pouring every ounce of my defiance into my 100th baking video.
The next morning, it went viral. The Violinist's Secret
Modern I spent my childhood isolated, my violin the only companion, fueled by my father's promise: master it, and my estranged mother would return.
She did come back, but not for me. My mother, Sabrina, arrived with a fragile half-brother, Caleb, and eyes that held no warmth, only a chilling disdain.
I quickly discovered I was nothing but a painful reminder of a past she hated. My father, a tech mogul, used Caleb's critical illness as leverage, caging my mother in our sprawling estate. My desperate attempt to help Caleb backfired spectacularly, revealing my own hidden, life-threatening blood disorder.
The world shattered around me overnight. My entire existence was a carefully constructed lie designed by a father who controlled my fate, and a mother who openly despised me, wishing I'd never been born.
Now, with Caleb tragically gone and my parents' twisted war reaching a deadly climax, I must confront the shocking truth of their love, their hatred, and who I truly am amidst the wreckage. The Cost of a Crown: A Mafia Princess's Ruin
Mafia My life as a mafia princess ended the day Dante Moretti, the new Don, killed my family and seized our home.
Now, I was a prisoner, a humiliated servant scrubbing floors in what was once my mansion, enduring his cruel torment day and night.
He swore my family had destroyed his, and his vengeance was absolute.
Then came the impossible truth: I was pregnant with his child.
A tiny, secret hope, a fragile reason to endure, began to bloom in my heart.
But Dante, spurred by his calculating fiancée, brutally forced me to abort our baby.
He then coldly orchestrated the public murder of my last remaining family-my beloved mother.
My entire world shattered in that moment.
That final act of cruelty extinguished every flicker of hope, leaving nothing but cold, dead ash.
My will to live evaporated, replaced by a quiet resolve to end my suffering.
I prepared my escape, a hidden bottle of pills my one solace, planning to simply fade away.
How could one man inflict such unimaginable pain, destroying everything I held dear, yet haunt my every thought with a past love I tried desperately to bury?
Why, in his eyes, did I see both pure hatred and a possessive darkness that called to something deep within me?
Was there truly no undoing the generational cycle of violence he relentlessly pursued?
On the night he paraded me as a broken trophy before his capos, my family's remaining loyalists stormed the ballroom to kill him.
As a blade lunged for his heart, an instinct, a forgotten echo of a life I thought was gone, made me throw myself in front of him.
But as I shielded the man who utterly ruined me, the poison I had taken hours earlier began its final, irreversible work. From Funeral Home to Fortune: A Thompson's Rise
Romance My father' s funeral was a blur of lilies and hushed condolences.
I stood by his grave, a shell of grief, the world a gray canvas of loss while my fiancé, Ethan, stood beside me, a comforting presence, or so I thought.
Then darkness. I woke on a funeral home couch, voices drifting in.
Ethan' s smooth tones and his father Senator Carter' s icy pronouncements cut through the haze: "With Senator Thompson gone, the girl' s family is... socially irrelevant now." My breath caught, a sharp, bitter thing.
Their casual cruelty laid bare the truth: Ethan's plan to ditch me for a "much better fit" for his ambitions, seeing me only as "yesterday's news."
The man who whispered promises, who held my hand, saw me as nothing more than a discarded stepping stone.
My heart, already shattered by loss, was now brutally re-fractured by their cold, calculated betrayal.
The sheer audacity of it, planning my discard while my father's casket lay near, left me reeling, choked with a humiliating fury. How could they?!
But as the nausea receded, a cold, hard resolve solidified in my gut.
They thought I was irrelevant, that my family's name meant nothing without my father.
I would show them meticulously how relevant the Thompsons still were, and their own PR firm would orchestrate it. He Murdered Our Son, I Faked My Death
Modern A perfect afternoon shattered in an instant, taking my five-year-old son, Leo, who was skipping happily by my side.
I was critically injured, rushed into surgery, my world already in pieces.
But a strange genetic immunity to anesthetics meant I woke up.
And I heard everything.
My husband, Mark, calm and cold, told the doctor, "Remove her uterus. Make sure she can't have any more children."
Then, a phone call.
"The kid is handled," he muttered. "Payment is on its way."
Leo wasn't an accident. He was "handled."
My own husband had our son murdered, and was making me barren to clear obstacles for his other family – a mistress and the teenage son he' d hidden for years.
Every shared moment, every memory, a calculated lie.
My son' s short life, reduced to an inconvenience to be erased.
At Leo's funeral, Mark, his secret family, and his mother celebrated, flaunting their wealth.
His other son, Brody, deliberately kicked Leo's scattered ashes, sneering, "Guess he's really scattered now."
The depths of their depravity turned my raw grief into a cold, unbreakable resolve.
They thought me broken, unstable, weak.
They had no idea that beneath my feigned unconsciousness, a different battle had just begun.
I faked my own death, but my meticulous justice was just beginning. A Mother's Cold Resolve
Modern My 8-year-old daughter, Lily, was diagnosed with a rare, life-threatening heart condition, needing immediate, exorbitantly expensive treatment.
The doctor' s words were a blow, but the real shock came when I learned our entire savings were gone.
My mother-in-law, Carol, had squandered over a hundred thousand dollars on pseudo-scientific "wellness" products from a charismatic online guru, Tiffany Hayes, believing they'd "cure" Lily and bring "good fortune."
Yet, I said nothing. I even "sold" our townhouse to generate $500,000 for Lily's care, depositing it into a new account.
Predictably, within 72 hours, Carol blew almost all of it-including a $200,000 "Bio-Resonance Chamber"-on more of Tiffany's schemes.
My husband, Mark, complicit, claimed to have tried to stop her.
Lily' s 'symptoms,' conveniently coached by Mark and Tiffany, seemed to worsen dramatically.
Everyone witnessed my unsettling calm, mistaking it for passivity or naiveté.
How could I endure such betrayal? Such financial recklessness at the expense of our daughter' s life? But behind my placid exterior, a cold calculation was at play.
For months, I had been watching them, quietly gathering every piece of evidence.
The moment Lily 'collapsed' and we rushed to the hospital, I knew my moment had arrived.
As Mark frantically begged me to call my wealthy parents for a bailout, and a journalist live-streamed, I looked directly at him and stated, "No money, no treatment. I won't lower my lifestyle for this." The outrage was immediate.
They thought I was a monster. But what they didn't know was this was exactly what I wanted them to think. The Son She Chose to Lose
Billionaires I thought I had it all. A quiet, devoted husband David, a brilliant son Ethan heading to college, and a secret life of immense wealth, lavishing affection and luxury on my high school sweetheart Leo and his charming son, Finn. My two worlds never touched, or so I believed.
Then, a frantic call from David. Ethan was gone, a hit-and-run. My careful composure fractured, but I still played the part of the grieving mother. I performed sorrow, wearing a threadbare cardigan over my expensive dress, hoping to conceal my true life.
But David' s eyes, full of a pain I couldn' t counterfeit, saw through me. And then, Leo, my lover, let slip the horrifying truth: Finn, in the luxury car I' d bought him, was behind the wheel. My own son, dead, at the hands of the boy I' d chosen over him.
The carefully constructed walls of my indifference crumbled. Yet, the real blow came reading Ethan' s journal: his quiet dreams, his deep love for his father, and the heartbreaking entries about my blatant neglect. "Mom seems to like Finn more than me." His words, his uncomplaining endurance, shattered me more than any physical pain.
In that raw, desolate moment, surrounded by the remnants of my lies, a new, cold resolve ignited. They took my son. Now, I would make them pay. And I knew precisely how. Shattered Compass, Broken Empire
Xuanhuan I, Ethan Thorne, had quietly ensured my fiancée Seraphina Vance's family wealth for years.
It was a sacred pact, tied to my ancient Thorne Providence, a legacy of power I cherished.
At the grand ballroom, I sought Seraphina, only to find her locked in a passionate kiss with Marcus Blackwood.
She brazenly announced our breakup, publicly mocking me and our past, calling me a "relic."
Then, with chilling contempt, she desecrated our engagement compass, a powerful conduit for her family's prosperity, flicking it to the ground.
The crowd snickered, their whispers fueling her disdain, as she declared it "lost."
My heart, once bruised, solidified into cold, stark resolve as she deliberately shattered the compass, unwittingly destroying the very source of her family's fortune.
She still thought this was about her petty pride or common money, completely blind to the profound act she had just committed.
Unaware of the ancient force she had provoked, she laughed when I offered her a final chance to avert disaster, to simply pick up the pieces.
Then, I calmly revealed her fate: her company would plummet by thirty percent on Monday.
And for her new lover, Blackwood: a crippling leg cramp, within minutes.
He scoffed, mocking my "magic," but then screamed and collapsed, writhing in undeniable agony.
The lavish ballroom fell into a terrifying silence as everyone witnessed the brutal materialization of my words.
Seraphina, her face pale with dawning horror, finally saw the terrifying power she had irrevocably unleashed.
This chilling demonstration was just the first payment for her betrayal. You might like
Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate
Only_Shila For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack.
I took more than just my broken heart with me. Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King
Da Lanlan For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess.
Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world.
Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna.
Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee.
Immediately after, my mother called to gloat.
"Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?"
She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue.
I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die.
But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom.
I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent.
If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one. That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
.
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
.
From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." The Moonless She-Wolf: Rejected By The Pack, Desired By The Alpha
Canal In a world where weakness could cost someone their life, Ava Grey had been born without a wolf, and all she had ever faced was rejection and suffering. Her own kind had cast her aside, and a strange scar marked her with a secret she still didn't understand.
More than anything, she had wanted to break free from it all. Then, on the night of the Lunar Gala, everything changed.
It started with a single glance. One brief encounter. A bond formed against all reason and tied her to Lucas Westwood, the Alpha of the rival pack, the very man she should've stayed away from.
Surrounded by hatred, rising conflict, and a fate she couldn't escape, Ava came to realize that what made her different wasn't a curse at all. It was a power others both craved and feared.
As tensions grew, the packs moved closer to war. Alliances began to fall apart. In the middle of it all, one truth slowly revealed itself. The real danger wasn't the monster they thought they were fighting. Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Rabbit 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.
My Fated Mate, My Coldest Enemy.
Rabbit Aiden Madden, Alpha of Blackwood, intended to reject his arranged mate, Emery Travis, whom he deemed "loose" from scandalous photos. But her scent hit him like a physical blow-his Fated Mate. Then, he watched in horror as another man intimately touched her, confirming his worst fears of betrayal and igniting a blinding rage.
Consumed by fury, Aiden rejected her via a cold text, leaving her humiliated. Unaware her new boss was this same man, Emery endured harassment and an attack at Blackwood Corp.
The rejection tore Emery's soul. Her father questioned her honor, and her tyrannical boss forced her to arrange his new lover's seating. Yet, she saw impossible pain in his eyes.
Broken yet defiant, Emery fought back, uncovering lies meant to destroy her. Aiden, witnessing her resilience, slowly realized the horrifying truth: the woman he condemned was his true Fated Mate, and he had made the biggest mistake of his life. 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.
Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Lycan King
Annabell Seto I was a wolfless Omega, sold to the powerful Blackwood Pack to save my bankrupt family from ruin.
But on my wedding day, as I walked down the aisle alone, my groom didn't show up.
Braden, the Alpha heir, had abandoned me at the altar. He boarded a private jet with his scentless human mistress, leaving me to face the cruel mockery of the most powerful Alphas in North America.
To clean up his mess, the Dowager Luna offered me two humiliating replacements to fulfill our sacred marriage treaty: a brute who despised me, or a trembling coward who couldn't even look me in the eye.
The pack members sneered, publicly screaming that I was nothing but "leftovers" and a rejected stray.
They expected me to lower my head, accept their scraps, and remain a pathetic pawn in their political games. They thought a fragile, wolfless girl would just break down and cry.
But a white-hot pride ignited in my soul. I refused to be their victim.
I rejected both of their pathetic options and pointed directly at the most terrifying man in the room—the Lycan King himself.
"I demand a replacement. I choose him."
I didn't just escape humiliation; I forced the ruthless King to make me his Queen.
Now, I am the Luna of the entire pack, wielding the power to control their fate, and stepmother to the coward who threw me away.
It's time to teach these beasts exactly who they are dealing with. From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma
Lu Meng For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack. 
/1/113765/coverorgin.jpg?v=a44f1ec2661a4af2228eef1c9fd8e276&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/113658/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c2d7fb6bd49d5db3f0b49fe6f1606f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/98768/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b796fdf23f79244775d4e640818030c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/86584/coverorgin.jpg?v=e14831c5cfa69ffcfbe8cdcd62e302ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/84165/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e963b11abd20ac1fc7f689282be1d18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83904/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8a52e190b4db3f101ae8339eb1ff81b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83817/coverorgin.jpg?v=69f4748dda9feedf1c764c10d1fcd589&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83262/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdd8c15c4f22432bbde2636646d7dab5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/82863/coverorgin.jpg?v=abc2f1985fdc84f1ad4952c5014431cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/81315/coverorgin.jpg?v=357c4f7d5adfae8f06b4d1ab4b74df6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/81162/coverorgin.jpg?v=9647f1d95fc80e42f0a634a1e41f3b8b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/80713/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a87dd2c2edc8fa582ab8d2f36a377e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/110682/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a07f9693f4a8af55f32f5ad1eb9ca97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/112003/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ba302bcc84f00a3a404b0bbacf9e208&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/65644/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f7c004464e160d8a0cc0e732ecf1744&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/112180/coverorgin.jpg?v=eadf12df0fc6fd0618150fa748260a0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/107856/coverorgin.jpg?v=551330ce56c2d504e3df8cd17a53496e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/98470/coverorgin.jpg?v=1953bacd7d79f71d9cdbbf3fbed28349&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/106267/coverorgin.jpg?v=60be52b50a12b7d622d7e12383f3ff28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/77986/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7d3792a2dd7ef33ebe95399d9bb8681&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/112691/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5d242c640d5198be383f948e772ac37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/114892/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2d47b8d22dc48b05762d1867e4615ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)