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The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride
Fantasy The darkness of the Yale archaeological dig site swallowed Eleanor whole, dropping her straight into a lethal, prehistoric jungle.
Before she could even process the bizarre time jump, a massive prehistoric wolf attacked her, only for her to be saved-and immediately claimed-by Jace, a towering, blood-soaked savage chief who marked her as his mate.
Dragged back to his primitive camp, her nightmare only escalated.
When she used her modern first-aid kit to save a dying hunter whose stomach had been ripped open, the tribe didn't thank her.
Instead, a jealous tribeswoman named Greta and a ruthless Shaman incited a violent, torch-wielding mob.
"Burn the witch before we all die!"
They marched on the Chief's cave, demanding Eleanor be burned alive, claiming her life-saving stitches and antibiotics were dark magic that would curse them all.
Eleanor was terrified and furious. She had just pulled a man back from the brink of death using basic medical science, yet she was about to be slaughtered by a mindless mob simply because they couldn't understand her language. Was she really going to be burned at the stake for an act of pure salvation?
But when the hunter's fever broke and he walked out alive, the angry mob dropped to their knees in absolute reverence.
Looking at her dying lighter and finite supplies, Eleanor realized that fear wouldn't keep her alive in this brutal world.
She pulled out her tactical pen, deciding to drag this savage tribe out of the dark ages herself. Claimed By The Touch-Starved Alpha Beasts
Fantasy I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts. The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen
Mafia I am the wife of Dante Moretti, a powerful Mafia Underboss. But in secret, I am "Spettro," the phantom architect who built his entire encrypted bootlegging empire.
On my birthday, I came home to find him gifting our five-year-old daughter the exact plush toy he had violently slapped out of my hands months ago. Only this time, he was giving it to his mistress, Adriana, to present as her own.
"Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy."
My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry.
He thought I was just a weak, submissive wife who had lost everything. He didn't realize that the empire he arrogantly ruled was entirely built on my stolen brilliance.
I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever.
Sitting in a cold warehouse, I placed my hands on my telegraph machine and initiated the Ghost Protocol to permanently paralyze his entire criminal network.
The era of playing the dutiful wife was over. I am Donna Falcone, and the vendetta has just begun. Revenge Of The Wife They Sold
Modern My husband, Brock, wanted to sell me out. Literally.
His plan was to drug me and deliver me to his boss, all for the sake of a promotion.
But what he didn't know was that my boss, Gill Webb, was gay. He was interested in my husband, not me. He looked me in the eye and asked, “Adeline, you don't want to lose your job, do you?”
I sighed, weary to my bones. I really needed this job.
After my husband fell into a drugged stupor, my boss appeared at the bedroom door. The Stolen Sapphire: His Fake Girlfriend
Modern I returned to New York after three years in Paris, sick and broken, with nothing but a venomous vow to reclaim my life. I looked like a total disaster in my scuffed boots and ripped jeans, a far cry from the Stanton heiress I once was.
On the flight home, a glossy magazine headline hit me like a physical blow: my half-sister Aryana was celebrating a fairytale engagement while wearing my dead mother's sapphire pendant. The necklace was my only legacy, stolen by the interlopers who had usurped my place the moment I vanished.
Things spiraled into a nightmare before I even landed. I accidentally spilled milk all over a powerful billionaire, Denis Stephens, and then fainted directly into his arms during turbulence. At the hospital, my ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend mocked my illness, snapping photos of me looking like a "pregnant" mess to ruin my reputation. When I finally fought my way to the family manor to snatch the necklace back, my father tried to hit me, and my ex accused me of becoming a whore in Europe.
I couldn't understand how my own father could freeze my bank accounts and treat me like a criminal while my sister played house with my mother's jewels. I was back in the orbit of the Manhattan elite, but I was a pariah with a target on my back and a body that was failing me.
Then, the final blow came. I rear-ended a Bentley belonging to Denis Stephens-the same man I'd humiliated on the plane. With six figures in damages and zero dollars in my pocket, I was completely at his mercy.
"You're going to be my date tonight,"
He commanded, pulling me into a high-stakes game of fake romance and cold revenge that I wasn't sure I'd survive. The Unwanted Wife's Cold Comeback
Romance I loved my husband, Adrien, for ten years. On our wedding night, he didn't come to our bed. Instead, he had me dragged to a cold, damp cellar to be taught a lesson.
His ex-lover, Fallon, stood by with a triumphant smirk as he accused me of betrayal. He believed her lies, every single one.
He watched as his men ripped my wedding dress from my body, leaving me naked and broken on the concrete floor.
"You disgust me," he spat, his voice laced with a venom that shattered my heart.
For a year, I endured his cold hatred and abuse. My love for him withered and died, replaced by a chilling emptiness.
But when his cruelty led to my mother's death, and I discovered I was pregnant with his child, I knew I had to escape. So, I threw myself into the ocean, faking my death. This would be my revenge. Rooftop Edge, A New Life Began
Modern The doctor finally gave me the green light to conceive, and I floated home to tell my husband, Clay.
We toasted to our future children, Charis and Donny, names he swore were unique and special.
Later that night, I unlocked his iPad and realized those names weren't unique-they were a sick tribute to his mistress, Charity Odonnell.
When I confronted him, the "perfect husband" mask shattered.
He didn't apologize.
Instead, he and his mother slapped me across the face, claiming my "mental instability" had returned, while my own parents begged me not to ruin his reputation.
Then came the video from Charity, laughing as she told me to "do everyone a favor and die."
Broken and cornered, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof that night.
I called Clay, told him to look up, and watched his face crumble in terror as I let go.
But I wasn't trying to kill myself.
I was aiming for the large oak tree below, calculating the perfect fall to destroy his life and secure my freedom. The Abandoned Wife And Her Secret Heir
Modern I was staring at a high-resolution photo of my husband burying his face in another woman’s neck when his text came through.
"Pizza or Thai?"
He wasn't just cheating. The photos showed him playing house with a woman named Serena and a little boy who had his exact nose.
He had told me he wasn't ready for children, yet here he was, giving his world to a secret family.
When I confronted them at his company gala, Serena didn't apologize.
She smirked, ripped the wedding ring off my finger, and shoved me hard.
I hit the floor with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded in my stomach.
"Help me," I gasped, clutching my belly. "My baby."
Michael looked at me. Then he looked at Serena and the boy.
He made his choice.
He turned his back on his bleeding, pregnant wife and escorted his mistress out the emergency exit to avoid a scandal.
He left me there to die.
He didn't know that the "son" he was protecting was a rental—a prop Serena hired to trap him.
And he didn't know that the baby he left to die on the gallery floor was the only real child he would ever have.
I didn't go home to cry.
I sent him a receipt for a cremation service for "Baby Boy Hayes," withdrew half our savings, and vanished.
He thinks he's free.
He has no idea I'm still alive, and I’m taking his real son with me. Bloom and Fade in Sunflowers
Modern "I am willing to go to Otresh and join Doctors Without Borders." Kenia Watson's voice was firm.
The Chief Medical Officer hesitated for a moment before speaking. "The aid mission to Otresh will last at least two years. Does your husband agree with you going?"
She rotated the ring on her right hand, took a moment of silence, and then answered, "We're about to divorce. I hope you won't tell him where I'm going after I leave."
She had tolerated so much, continuously searching for the truth from years ago.
When she was diagnosed with cancer, her husband was having an affair with her stepsister.
This time, she chose to let go and leave, refusing to be entangled with him any longer.
"Hobson, in a month, we will be free."
Yet, when she was critically ill, he knelt by her hospital bed, praying repeatedly for her to wake up. The Price of His Choice
Billionaires The air in the abandoned warehouse was thick with rust, and my arms ached, tied tight. Across from me, Chloe, my fiancé' s mentee, sobbed theatrically. Liam, my fiancé of ten years, the man I built a tech empire with, stood pale before our kidnapper, Marcus. Then, Marcus offered Liam a choice: save the loyal fiancée or the cute, young mentee.
"Choose her," Liam whispered, looking at Chloe, not me. My world tilted. This couldn' t be. He chose her, the 'fragile' one, over me, his partner, the woman with his ring on her finger.
The humiliation was a physical blow. Then, I screamed, "I'm pregnant! We're having a baby!" Liam froze, but Chloe' s venomous voice dismissed it as a lie, and he believed her. Just like that.
Marcus kicked my chair. I crashed to the concrete, desperately trying to protect the tiny life inside me. Liam shouted, but not for me; he shielded Chloe. As sirens wailed, he hovered over her, ignoring me, lying bleeding on the floor.
I woke in a hospital, the baby gone. A nurse handed me a tablet: "Gallagher Tech CEO Liam Gallagher and Mentee Chloe Evans Rescued... Ava Monroe Steps Down for Health Reasons." My career, everything, wiped away.
He had taken my love, my future, my child, my career. He had left me with nothing. But a cold, quiet calm settled in. This wasn't an end. It was a beginning. His Coma Bride, His True Escape
Modern Ethan Hayes thought his life was a gilded cage, trapped between his tyrannical father and his ruthless half-brother, Liam. His last hope for freedom was an arranged marriage to a comatose heiress in Boston, a deal he accepted in exchange for a fortune and the quiet support of his stoic bodyguard, Sarah Bell.
But that fragile sense of acceptance shattered when he overheard Sarah's late-night call, revealing her true identity as Seraphina Vance, a billionaire heiress, and her chilling confession: she was infatuated with Liam, seeing Ethan as nothing more than a "means to an end."
The woman he' d secretly loved had been deceiving him, her every act of professional care a calculated move to get closer to Liam. Her obsession led her to public acts of devotion towards his tormentor brother, culminating in orchestrating a brutal dog attack on Ethan and later a violent beating by thugs, all while prioritizing Liam and dismissing Ethan's suffering.
How could the quiet, seemingly caring Sarah be this ruthless heiress, so utterly blind to Liam' s cruelty? The betrayal gnawed at Ethan, leaving him drowning in a bitter cocktail of humiliation, anger, and profound confusion. Was his entire life just a stage for their twisted games?
Then, Liam's drunken boasts exposed the horrific truth: his mother's death and Ethan's ruined scholarship were his brother's calculated acts. With nothing left to lose and everything to escape, Ethan decided his arranged marriage was no longer just a transaction, but his only path to true freedom from a family intent on destroying him, even if it meant abandoning everything he knew. Betrayal in the Family Home
Modern Carol and Frank, a retired principal and fire chief, were weeks away from their 50th wedding anniversary, enjoying the quiet comfort of their Connecticut home. They valued respect and genuine affection far more than material things.
Then, their son Michael and his materialistic wife, Tiffany, "gifted" them an extravagant smart refrigerator. Just days later, Tiffany called, her voice sharp, flatly demanding $8,000. This "gift," she declared, was something Carol and Frank now owed them for.
Carol was left utterly aghast by the audacious bill. But the true betrayal unfurled when Tiffany, brandishing stolen emails, wickedly accused Carol of secretly funneling her son's inheritance to a "secret daughter," Izzy, demanding $8,000 as compensation. The shock and venom triggered a severe panic attack, sending Carol to the hospital.
How could her own son stand by, silent and meek, as his wife spewed such vile lies, claiming his mother had betrayed their entire family? The bitterness of this ingratitude, this monstrous accusation, cut Carol deeper than any pain.
Lying vulnerable in her hospital bed, a cold, hard resolve began to set in. Then, Izzy herself arrived, the successful lawyer Tiffany branded a "gold-digger," casually mentioning the antique sapphire pendant she'd couriered as Carol's anniversary gift. A gift Carol had never received. This wasn't just about money or betrayal anymore; it was about theft and desecration. And Carol, the retired principal who knew manipulation when she saw it, was ready to teach a final, devastating lesson. When Death Couldn't End Our Love
Romance My doctor told me I had two months to live, just as my first love, Ethan Reed, resurfaced, engaged to a seemingly perfect woman.
Desperate, I blackmailed him with intimate photos and our old demo tape, demanding he spend his last two bachelor months with me.
But instead of rekindling a flame, I was met with his icy disdain, a constant reminder of the family feud that tore us apart, and public shame orchestrated by his fiancée, Olivia.
My health rapidly deteriorated, yet he believed every lie, saw only manipulation.
As if that wasn't enough, in a final, cruel blow, my naked photo was leaked online, destroying what little dignity I had left, leaving me to die alone, convinced he despised me.
Was it all a game to him?
Hours before his wedding, I tragically died, only for the truth of my terminal illness to emerge, shattering his world and leading to his fiancée's arrest for conspiracy.
Years later, I' m Maya, a new person with fragmented memories, inexplicably drawn to a powerful man connected to my past.
Can a love story truly transcend death, or are some wounds too deep to heal across lifetimes? Abandoned to Die: Her Fight for Life
Romance "Pancreatic cancer, aggressive," the doctor' s words hit me, Eleanor, a sixty-year-old retired librarian, like a physical blow.
I rushed home to my husband, Richard, a man I' d shared forty years with, hoping for comfort, for support, for a fight plan against this death sentence.
Instead, he coldly dismissed my $75,000 treatment as too expensive, citing our tight savings due to our grandson's school.
Days later, a bank statement revealed the truth: a $50,000 withdrawal for "Vintage Motors LLC" was not for our family, but for a shiny red convertible.
My best friend, Brenda, then called, reporting Richard and his high school sweetheart, Sylvia, recently widowed, cruising Main Street in that very car, laughing like young lovers.
He bought his mistress a luxury car, flaunted her publicly, and denied me life-saving treatment.
When I confronted him, he rolled his eyes, calling me "dramatic" and "hysterical," saying Sylvia "needed cheering up" and was "good for his networking."
My heart shattered again when our son, Michael, whom I had always cherished and supported, sided with his father, arguing my cancer was "tough" at my age and that Sylvia had even helped his career.
At Sylvia's birthday party, hosted at Michael's house (a house I helped him buy), Richard proudly introduced her as his "true partner," and when I spoke up, Michael publicly shamed me, ordering me to "just leave."
The man I loved for decades, and the son I raised, chose a new relationship and career opportunities over my very life.
How could they betray me so completely, so callously, leaving me to die while they celebrated?
But in that moment, as I walked away, something in me finally broke free.
I was done being their victim; I would fight for my life, alone, and on my own terms. The Teacher's Secret Life
Modern Sarah Miller, a beloved high school history teacher, pregnant with her first child, was just nominated for State Teacher of the Year.
Her husband, Mark, owned the local car dealership, and their life in this small Vermont town seemed utterly perfect.
Then, a chilling post appeared on the town's Facebook group: "LOCAL TEACHER FAILS DRUG TEST???"
Underneath, a blurry lab report screamed: "Sarah Miller - Positive - Opioids."
The digital firestorm erupted immediately, turning me into a "junkie teacher," a "danger to children" overnight.
Whispers followed me at school, former friends looked away, and parents demanded their kids be moved from my classes.
Even Mark, my own husband, dismissed my pleas, laughing with his buddies about how 'radioactive' I'd become, before orchestrating a vile setup at a rundown motel.
The final, devastating blow came at a community forum where Tiffany, my conniving colleague, served me a poisoned cupcake, causing the agonizing loss of our baby.
My perfect life, my reputation, my unborn child—all ripped away by unimaginable betrayal, orchestrated by those closest to me.
How could my own husband conspire with my manipulative rival to destroy me and our child?
As I felt the life draining from me, a cold, pure rage took hold, replacing all pain and despair.
I would not die a victim.
I would turn their live-streamed spectacle of my undoing into a shocking confession of their crimes.
I steered my car towards Blackwood Gorge bridge, knowing this would be my final, devastating act of defiance—not against myself, but against every single person who brought me to ruin. My Husband's Dirty Little Secret
Romance Scarlett May Johnson could sing a heartache, but she could also be hungry. So, when Nashville record mogul Silas Blackwood offered her a deal – and a marriage proposal – she said yes. It wasn't love, just a shortcut to her dreams. Soon, her life became a gilded cage: cold marble, silent halls, and a husband who rarely touched her. Her one escape was Blackwood Ridge Lodge, a wild retreat where she found raw, forbidden passion with a rugged guide named Cody.
Then the truth shattered everything.
"He shows us... those ATV action videos," a drunk business associate slurred to me one night. My blood ran cold. Videos? Later, I found a hidden folder on Silas's tablet: high-quality, multi-angle recordings of Cody and me at the lodge. Every intimate moment, captured. And according to his friends, he’d been *sharing* them. My escape, my passion, my secret life – all a twisted performance for his sick profit.
When I confronted him, Silas didn't deny it. He simply handed me divorce papers, a paltry payout, and an iron-clad NDA. "$100,000. You breathe a word, and your music career is dead."
The humiliation was a physical ache, hotter than any ambition. I was no longer an artist; I was a pawn in an old man’s twisted game, violated, discarded without a care. The naive country girl was gone, replaced by a cold, searing rage.
And then, a package arrived. From Cody. Inside, a small device and a note: "Sometimes the prey has to become the hunter." Silas Blackwood thought he had won. He was dead wrong. I was ready to hunt. The Son-in-Law Who Stole My Life
Modern After three years of living in California, selflessly caring for my granddaughter so my daughter and son-in-law could work, I was finally home in Oregon. My daughter, Susan, had handed me a $3,000 envelope at the airport, a token of thanks I thought was true appreciation for my sacrifice.
But the quiet comfort barely lasted moments. My son-in-law, Kevin, called, his voice dripping with venom. The $3,000 wasn’t a gift, he sneered, but a "gesture" – money he now demanded back for their "emergency fund" and growing expenses.
My own daughter, Susan, echoed his plea, asking me to return it "for peace." This was just the beginning.
Kevin's audacity spiraled; he demanded I sell *my* home, the one filled with my late husband’s memories, to fund theirs, and later, using my granddaughter as a pawn, coerced me into handing over access to all my bank accounts and property deeds, draining my life savings.
How could the very people I’d sacrificed three years of my life for, my own flesh and blood, turn so utterly against me, their greed a bottomless pit that consumed every ounce of decency?
But when they staged a public spectacle, trying to paint me as the villain, I knew the time for quiet suffering was over. With hidden security footage and damning audio recordings, I prepared to expose their manipulative, abusive game for the entire world to see. You might like
Dual Rebirth: Vengeance of the Discarded Daughter
Marnie Nomura Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like. Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates
Rabbit My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force. Rejected By Five Alphas: Watch Me Thrive
Liz Nozick Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay. After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me
Alibi Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone.
But death? Just her intermission.
She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down.
And her?
Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status.
But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power.
Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer:
Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world.
Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge.
Sounds simple? Think again.
A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him.
A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart.
A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure.
A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark.
A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her.
They all need her mark. They all want her.
And sharing? Not in their vocabulary.
Too bad for them-
She's not here for love stories.
She's here to survive.
To climb.
To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones.
And one day.
To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born. From Shattered Prodigy to Abyssal Vengeance
Westley Curlin Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
My Contract Husband Is A Cursed Billionaire
Jenn Curlin As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess.
When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place.
To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face—knowing it was a lethal allergy—while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach.
On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance.
"Let her die. It might be for the best."
I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood.
Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor.
I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night.
Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity.
Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock.
But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live.
I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure.
"I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him.
In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price. Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha
Michelle At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest.
Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike.
The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her.
He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust.
The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage.
"He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!"
The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon.
"By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!"
Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away.
Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger.
When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her.
Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster?
As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws.
"I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!" The Villain's Savior: My Spectacular Comeback
REGINA HUTCHINSON Brandi Ratcliff was the most dedicated core disciple of Silver Peak Academy.
But the moment Seraphina's magic core showed signs of weakness, the Dean and Brandi's trusted peers cornered her.
They demanded she hand over her life-bound Azure Lotus Artifact.
"Give it to her, Brandi. It is for the greater good of the academy."
In her past life, Brandi naively gave in to their pressure.
The result was a brutal betrayal. They forcefully drained her magic circuits dry to transfer the artifact, causing her veins to collapse.
She bled out on the cold stone floor, listening to the very people she trusted praise Seraphina's recovery while stepping over her dying body.
They dismissed her as a necessary, disposable sacrifice.
Until her dying breath, Brandi didn't understand.
Why was her absolute loyalty rewarded with a gruesome death?
Why did she have to be the sacrificial lamb on their altar just because Seraphina knew how to fake a few tears?
Opening her eyes again, the stale, incense-heavy air of the Dean's office filled her lungs.
She was back at the exact moment they demanded her artifact.
Looking at their hypocritical, greedy faces, Brandi didn't defend herself like the desperate girl she once was.
She gripped the lotus and violently severed the soul contract herself, tossing the dead metal onto the desk like garbage.
She threw down her elite silver badge right next to it.
"I am officially withdrawing from Silver Peak Academy."
In this life, she absolutely refused to be their stepping stone. From Useless Dud To The Alpha's Queen
Lila Storm For three years, Alana acted as the sole tactical brain for the Dawnbreaker squad, keeping them alive despite being labeled a useless "Dud" Conduit.
But right before the crucial Ascension Trials, squad leader Cash handed her a corporate sponsorship contract. The condition? She had to become the "private companion" to a greasy corporate heir just so the squad could get high-tier gear.
When she refused, the teammates she had bled for unanimously voted to kick her out.
"You're just window dressing, a liability."
They revoked her safehouse access, burned her belongings, and the academy advisor even tried to force her into a state-sanctioned breeding program. They left her to freeze in the slums, betting she would desperately crawl into the rich man's bed.
What they didn't know was that her inability to summon an Eidolon wasn't a lack of talent. Her teammate Dallin had been secretly sabotaging her rituals for years, crippling her potential just to keep her chained as their free tactician.
Stripped of everything and pushed to the absolute brink, Alana's despair morphed into a deadly resolve.
Using a million-credit black market loan and a forbidden blood matrix, she forcibly anchored an Apex-Tier cosmic wolf disguised as a harmless silver pup.
When her ex-squad tried to publicly humiliate her and burn her new "pet" alive in the cafeteria, a flash of silver light severed Dallin's hand instantly.
Looking at her screaming former teammates, Alana finally smiled. Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf
Evie Schoofs I was just hiking in Yosemite, but I woke up in a primitive forest with two moons and giant, mutated beasts.
Before I could even process the shock, I was attacked by a monstrous saber-toothed tiger, only to be saved by a massive silver wolf who suddenly transformed into a fiercely possessive, completely naked man named Caleb.
He claimed me as his own and carried me to his sprawling beast-man tribe. But the moment we arrived, I became the target of vicious ridicule. Jana, the tribe's most fertile female, pointed at my unmarked skin and publicly humiliated me.
"She has no mate marks! She's a barren waste, useless for breeding!"
Hearing this, the hundreds of beast-men who had just been eyeing me with lust instantly stepped back in disgust. In this twisted, animalistic society, a female's worth was tied entirely to her ability to produce strong cubs.
I stood there shivering, terrified and degraded, reduced to nothing but a defective piece of meat. I braced myself for the inevitable, waiting for Caleb to realize my worthlessness and throw me out to be torn apart by the wild.
Instead, a terrifying, suffocating aura exploded from his body, bringing the entire tribe to their knees. He swatted the fertile female away in disgust, scooped me into his arms, and turned his back on the camp.
"She is my only mate," he declared, his ice-blue eyes promising violence to anyone who dared to look at me. 
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