Gaza Gadima
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Unveiling the Alpha's Curse: Alexander's Love
Fantasy Haunted by her past, Anna moves to a new town in search of a fresh start. But now it's back, forcing her to relive the past as the same people she left behind six months ago, along with the horrors she wishes she could forget, threaten to entwine their lives with hers once more. She is forced to choose between the Beta, who wants to give her a new life, and the Alpha, who is willing to lay his life beneath her feet and repent for his mistakes, even if it means letting her go, when an unexpected turn of events results in Beta Aaron offering a loving hand and Alexander, the person who once had no boundaries to torment her, standing in front of her door. She needs to select a hand to guide her out of the darkness where the lines separating the past and present are blurry and the past is loudly echoing particularly when a long-lost treasure from the past rings at her door once more—a unique case that aims to return the most priceless present for a mother. What will she decide to do? Current or Historical?
Unveiling the Alpha's Curse: Alexander's Curse
Werewolf Anna, don't ever believe that you will get anything from me other than hate. I don't require a partner. I don't need this weak, pitiful tie to survive," he shouted, snatching a handful of my hair and hurling me roughly into the bed. In front of his threatening eyes, I was naked and defenseless. "Alexander please don't do this..." "The only reason I bought you at that auction was so I could use you to tame my wolf. You are nothing more than a good that I will use for pleasure every day and night. And it is the first day of your hellish life." "Please don't..." I pleaded with him, but nothing I said moved him. I retreated till my body collided with the headboard, but he hauled me by my ankles, tore off my panties, and discarded it. I believed I would finally find happiness—that is, someone who would love me—when fate placed me in my mate's arms at the auction after my parents sold me to auctioneers because I was a wolf-less she-wolf. But I had fallen into yet another horror. The notorious "cursed Alpha," Alexander, murdered his own father. He was dreaded by all, his savage acts unrestrained, and he lacked empathy. His life's work was to thrive on the suffering of others. What was worse, though, was what he did to me. He took advantage of my innocence, mistreated me, sexually assaulted me every night, severely injured me, and left me wanting only to get out of his cage—that is, until I discovered what his curse was.
Book 2 will be released shortly.
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Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
PageProfit Studio Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name.
Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld.
With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest.
The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend. Reborn A Dazzling Girl
Kirk Akcay Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research.
She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family.
She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison.
But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family.
In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself.
As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization.
She just sneered at them. No way!
This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her.
Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day.
She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.
Love's Shadow: A Bitter End
Xiao Mao Mao I had been dead for a year, my spirit tethered to my daughter, Emma, watching over her in the orphanage.
Then, the director called my ex-husband, Elroy, for Emma' s urgent medical treatment, but he coldly refused, telling her, "Then let her die. It would be a convenience. She can go join her short-lived mother."
A week later, Emma died at five years old, because her father wouldn' t spare the money to save her.
Days later, Elroy arrived at the orphanage, believing I had faked Emma' s death to manipulate him. He pulled back the sheet covering her small body, sneering, "Very realistic. A good prop."
He then picked up our daughter' s body, carried her outside, and tossed her into a dumpster, scattering raw meat around it, taunting, "Let's see how long this prop lasts when the stray dogs find it." My spirit screamed, but I was powerless as dogs tore at her.
He believed I was alive, orchestrating a sick game, but I was a ghost, a silent, screaming witness to his monstrous cruelty. Why did he hate us so much?
Then, I saw him with Ivonne, his childhood sweetheart, heavily pregnant, and the horrifying truth clicked: he had a new family, and he wanted Emma' s heart for his new daughter. From Ashes: A Second Chance
Zi Ya I had loved my fiancé, Dominic Watts, since we were children. Our marriage was supposed to be the perfect seal on a merger between our two family empires.
In my last life, he stood outside my burning art studio with my stepsister, Julia, and watched me die.
I screamed for him, the smoke choking me, my skin searing from the heat. "Dominic, please! Help me!"
Julia clung to his arm, her face a picture of false terror. "It's too dangerous! You'll get hurt! We have to go!"
And he listened. He looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with a pity that cut deeper than any flame, and then he turned and ran, leaving me to burn.
Until I died, I didn't understand. The boy who promised to always protect me had just watched me burn to death. My unconditional love was the price I paid so he could be with my sister.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom. In one hour, I was due at the family board meeting. This time, I walked straight to the head of the table and said, "I am breaking the engagement." My Wedding, My Killer, His Betrayal
Gavin I don't remember how I got here.
One moment, a crushing weight, the roar of a furious crowd, a sharp, final pain. The next, nothing.
Then, a flicker. A cold, sharp light that formed a heavy, cream-colored cardstock. Gold letters shimmered: You are cordially invited to the wedding of Ethan Davis and Mia Thompson.
Ethan Davis. My uncle. The man who raised me, mentored me, then destroyed me.
Mia Thompson. That' s my name.
The invitation dissolved. I landed, an unseen observer, in a sun-drenched garden.
At the altar, under a floral arch, stood Ethan.
Then the music swelled. The bride walked down the aisle.
The woman in the white dress was me.
She had my face, my dark hair, even the tiny mole above my lip. But her smile was too sharp, her gaze too possessive. It was Chloe Miller.
The scene ripped away. I was hurled back to the day my life ended.
On a stage, my masterpiece, "Nexus," projected behind me.
"This is a lie!" Chloe' s voice sliced through the applause. "She stole it! Nexus is my work!"
The crowd turned savage. Cameras flashed. I sought Ethan, the one person who knew the truth.
"Ethan, tell them," I begged, my voice a pathetic whisper. "Tell them the truth."
He looked at me. Guilt, then cold, calculated resolve.
He stepped to the microphone. "I am deeply disappointed. Our company is built on integrity. We cannot and will not tolerate intellectual theft."
My death sentence.
The world exploded. "Thief!" "Fraud!" Hands grabbed, tearing at my clothes. Rage-contorted faces.
I fell. The last thing I saw was Ethan turning his back, his arm around Chloe, as the mob swallowed me whole.
Now, a ghost at my own wedding. My uncle was marrying my murderer.
The invitation said he was marrying me.
The irony was a bitter taste. They wouldn't even let me rest. They' d stolen my work, my reputation, my life. Now, my very face.
But a new feeling solidified within my spectral form.
Rage.
They would not get their happy ending. I would burn their perfect world to the ground. The Day I Chose Differently
Catherine A sharp gasp. Cold air filled my lungs as my eyes snapped open. I was in the familiar leather armchair of the Vanderbilt library, sunlight streaming in. June 10th. The day I was to choose my bride.
Just moments ago, or so it felt, I was pushed from a penthouse balcony.
The rain slicked my face; Seraphina' s sneering expression, Leo' s hands, then her final, venomous whisper: "You shouldn't have chosen me, Ethan. You were always too weak."
Then, darkness swallowed me whole.
I remembered every manipulated moment-the fake accidents, the endless lies, the plundered fortune, my shattered heart.
I had chosen her, Seraphina Ashworth, only to be left a hollow shell, betrayed by the woman I loved and her conniving lover.
To die such a humiliating, lonely death.
Why was I back?
Was this some cruel trick of fate, an unfathomably twisted joke from the universe?
Could I really be reliving the very day my misery began, the day I picked the woman who would destroy me?
The bitterness was overwhelming, the injustice absolute.
But my hands, strong and steady now, confirmed it.
I was reborn.
And this time, I wouldn't be weak.
I wouldn't be a fool.
I would choose differently, decisively, and ensure my betrayers paid every last penny. His Betrayal, Her Rebirth
Waterfront View My career as a marketing strategist was unstoppable.
Then Chloe Davis walked in, a new hire with a smile too bright and a chilling claim: "I'm a reborn person."
She started "predicting" disasters-a major client product failure, a restaurant fire-events that strangely came true, catapulting her to prophet status.
Suddenly, my data-driven expertise meant nothing.
My promotion, the one I had earned, was given to Chloe.
When I confided in my boyfriend and colleague, Mark, about resigning, he looked at me with cold eyes: "Mr. Thompson will think you' re a flight risk. That you' re bitter."
The next day, as I prepared to quit, Mr. Thompson confronted me with fake emails, expertly crafted by Mark, showing me colluding with our biggest rival.
My resignation was refused; instead, I was publicly demoted to administrative duties, stripped of my dignity.
Mark, my supposed partner, stood by Chloe, a triumphant smirk on his face.
The humiliation was a physical weight, pushing me to the brink.
In my previous life, consumed by despair, I took my own life on the marble steps of the agency that had once been my dream.
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was back in the conference room, listening to Chloe's chilling introduction: "I'm a reborn person."
This time, I wasn't going to be a victim. Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny
Zaccaria Linn The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard.
I died on a dirty city street, falsely accused, a monster in their eyes.
It all started with a gift for my 25th birthday-an antique smartwatch from Eleanor, my adoptive mother.
It wasn't just a heavy, ornate trinket; it was a life-drainer.
Weeks after I clasped it on, my vibrant youth withered, my hair thinned, my mind fogged.
As I became a frail old woman, Eleanor, terrified of aging, grew younger, radiant with my stolen vitality.
She locked me in the dusty attic, telling the world I' d had a breakdown.
My only hope, Bethany, my ex-boyfriend' s fiancé, found me.
She helped me escape, or so I thought.
She live-streamed my chaotic flight, twisting a narrative: I was a fraud, mentally unstable, stealing from Eleanor.
The crowd, incited by her online posts, saw a villain, not a victim.
They closed in, their rage contorting their faces.
Bethany watched, a triumphant smile on her face, as my life drained away for the second, and final, time.
But death was not the end.
Floating in a void, I saw Eleanor and Bethany toasting with champagne, celebrating my demise.
The injustice burned through me, a rage so pure it could tear the universe apart.
They had taken everything.
Then, I woke up.
Gasping for air, my skin smooth, my hair thick and dark-25 again.
It was my birthday, the day it all started.
This time, the watch wouldn' t be for me.
This time, I was going to offer the "life-drainer" to Bethany.
I would watch Eleanor and Bethany, two predators bound by vanity and greed, tear each other apart.
This time, I would not be the victim. 
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