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The Cursed Wolf and the Forest Princess
Fantasy The forest has always been Jackline's only home.
She doesn't remember the palace she was born to, the parents who once held her, or the kingdom that cried for a stolen princess. All she knows are the crumbling stones of an abandoned castle hidden deep in the woods, the whisper of leaves, the growl of distant beasts, and the cold reality of surviving alone.
By day, Jackline hunts, forages, and explores the shattered halls of the castle swallowed by ivy and moss. By night, she curls up under broken rafters and stares at the moon, wondering if anyone, anywhere, is looking for her... even though she's certain the answer is no. The world beyond the forest might as well be a myth. No one has ever come for her. No one has ever stayed.
Until the wolf.
One fateful day, while tracking signs of wounded prey, Jackline doesn't find a deer or a boar, but a massive black wolf sprawled in the roots of an ancient tree. Its fur is stained with blood, its breathing shallow, its silver-gray eyes blazing with pain and something disturbingly close to human awareness. Every instinct tells her to run. A cornered predator is dangerous. A wolf this big is deadly.
But Jackline recognizes the loneliness in its eyes. The fear of being left to die. It mirrors the ache buried deep inside her own chest.
Ignoring her fear, she uses everything the forest has taught her-herbs, makeshift bandages, secret paths-to drag the heavy creature back to her ruined castle. There, in a forgotten servant's corridor, she creates a shelter. Day after day, she cleans its wounds, grinds healing plants, and whispers calm words to a creature that could end her life in a heartbeat. The wolf snaps and growls, but it never truly harms her. Slowly, it begins to trust her.
When the wolf finally stands again, strong and steady, Jackline expects it to vanish into the trees without a backward glance. Instead, it follows her.
Silent as a shadow, the wolf becomes her constant companion. It pads at her side when she searches for berries, keeps watch when she sleeps, and nudges her hand when her thoughts become too dark. Jackline learns to speak her thoughts out loud-to the forest, to the castle, and to the wolf with the haunted eyes. She tells it her fears, her questions, and the strange emptiness she feels when she thinks about her past.
The wolf never answers, but somehow, it feels like it understands.
For the first time in her life, jackline isn't truly alone.
But the forest keeps its secrets tightly wound, and this wolf is one of them.
Everything changes under the full red moon.
Jackline has seen full moons before: pale and silver, gentle and distant. But this one climbs into the sky like a burning ember, staining the forest in crimson light. The air grows tense and electric; the castle feels suddenly awake, like it's holding its breath.
That night, the wolf could rest. It paces, muscles tight, eyes brighter than she's ever seen them. There's something wild and barely contained inside him, something both terrifying and beautiful. When jackline reaches out to soothe him, he pulls away with a look that almost breaks her-one filled with sorrow and dread, as if he has been waiting for this moment and wishing it would never come.
Under the blood-red moon, the wolf begins to change.
jackline can only watch as bone and muscle twist, fur ripples and sinks beneath skin, and the creature she nursed back to life reshapes into something new. Something impossible. When the transformation ends, the wolf is gone.
In his place lies a young man with dark hair, pale skin marked by faint scars, and the same silver-gray eyes that once watched her from a wolf's face.
He is human. And he's not.
He looks at her like he's been waiting his whole life to be seen.
He knows her name.
From that moment, Jacline's world fractures.
The young man-her wolf-reveals a truth she never imagined. He is cursed, bound to the red moon, doomed to live as a wolf most of the time and return to human form only when blood stains the sky. Hunted by men, feared by sorcerers, and rejected by both humans and beasts, he is trapped between two worlds, never fully belonging to either.
But he is not the only one living in a story shaped by magic and betrayal.
The wolf's curse, he explains, is tied to old magic that once protected a powerful royal bloodline. A bloodline that ruled the kingdom beyond the forest. A bloodline that vanished the day a newborn princess was stolen from her cradle and never found.
The day Jackline disappeared.
Piece by piece, the life she thought she knew crumbles. The ruined castle she calls home is more than a random shelter-it once housed the loyal guardians of the royal family. The forest is not just a wild, dangerous place-it's a barrier of living magic, hiding her from those who would use or destroy her. Jackline is not simply a forgotten girl who happened to survive.
Moon bound Hearts: The Wolf and the Crown Prince
Werewolf In the mystical kingdom of Neverland, where ancient prophecies shape the fate of wolves and humans alike, seventeen-year-old Lyria has spent her life hiding the silver flame burning beneath her skin. Feared by her own kind and hunted by those who seek her power, she wants only one thing-freedom.
But when she crosses paths with Aiden Everhart, the Crown Prince bound to a future he never chose, everything changes. A forbidden prophecy awakens, linking their destinies in ways neither understands. As danger closes in-from corrupted sorcery, twisted creatures, and the ruthless ambitions of Lady Seraphina-Lyria discovers she is more than a girl running from her past.
She is the Silver Wolf.
A guardian.
A force that can save the realm... or destroy it.
With the kingdom turning against them and the prophecy unraveling, Lyria and Aiden must face impossible trials, confront their deepest fears, and choose what kind of future they want to fight for-together. But power always comes with a cost, and the final choice may reshape Neverland forever.
A tale of courage, destiny, and the bond that defies fate-
perfect for fans of magical quests, royal intrigue, and epic fantasy worlds.
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Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister
Culprit The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss.
As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family.
In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter.
I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate.
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath.
Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again.
She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house. 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. The Beast's Bride
Kaosi-ND She was small, too small and too slender too. Her hair, blood red, formed a halo around her body, softly grazing her back. He had noticed specks of dirt on her body but they failed to hide the loveliness and tenderness of her skin, which he could bet would shine once it was cleaned. To put it simply, she was lovely, far more beautiful than any of the other brides, despite the injury on her forehead, which had reduced in size significantly, but still angered him.
He couldn't get a glimpse of her eyes because her head was turned from his but its image was already stuck to his head, a soft violet, which he assumed would gleam if she smiled.
She wasn't smiling though, hadn't smiled since he met her and he had assumed that she hardly ever did. A similarity they probably both shared.
He,again, remembered the swelling on her forehead which got his blood heated.
What made the people of this town hate her so vehemently? What could the lovely, innocent looking girl have probably done to have deserved being thrust upon him?
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18 year old Leila has had a difficult life. Having lost her parents at the young age of 10, she has had to battle to survive, weaving her way through predators, rapists and murderers along the way. However, nothing could have possibly prepared her for the beast of a man whom she was suddenly bound to as wife...
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31 year old Voloukh, leader of men torn from their homes at a young age to act as slave warriors for the Kingdom of Ultar, has been brutally carved to be a killing machine. His features are enough to bestow fear upon the hearts of anyone who dare to gaze upon him. The Beast of the Woods, as he is referred to is hence, shocked when a girl with the most beautiful violet eyes he has ever seen, which however, gaze upon him with trepidation and horror, is given to him to wed... Rebirth: A Sister's Betrayal
Sheelagh Sexton The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket.
"Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived.
My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before.
My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason.
Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible.
But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.' The Alpha's Forbidden Blood
udohy He took her body, her trust, and her heart-but tonight, she takes his life.
"...making love to you when I will, which I will..." Alpha Gonzalo Kenyon's eyes danced wickedly, his voice threading with pride and a promise of power. The words slid under Liora's skin like poison, impossible to ignore, and impossible to forget.
They can either walk a mile in her shoes and feel the pain they caused her, or they can sever their legs as they severed her heart.
Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts.
Slowly, Liora pressed the ceremonial dagger meant for Alpha blood into Gonzalo's chest, the blade sinking deep with chilling finality. Blood surged upward in thick, dark bursts, gushing across his bare skin and pooling around the altar where they had just made love.
Gonzalo's eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came-only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart.
His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.
Her Pregnancy, My Exodus
Kinship I was Chloe, a frontwoman of "Nightingale & Guitarist," a life I’d painstakingly built with Liam, the struggling musician I’d saved.
For five years, I was his muse, his partner, his wife, having chosen him over my original, shattered reality.
Then, Liam began his affair with Kendra, our ambitious tour assistant.
For three unbearable years, I lived a grotesque parody of a marriage, enduring his blatant betrayals, his gaslighting, and Kendra’s open triumph, as if I had somehow deserved this calculated heartbreak.
The final, crushing blow came on my birthday, backstage, when Kendra callously announced her pregnancy, a child she claimed was Liam's, right after he'd publicly blamed me for her distress.
How could I have given up everything, every piece of my true self, Elara the cellist, only to be reduced to this, a discarded note in their discordant symphony?
Why did I allow myself to be consumed by such a bitter, endless performance?
But a lifeline appeared: The mysterious Dreamweaver system, which had first sent me to Liam, offered a way to finally go back.
To my real life.
To myself.
For ten days, I methodically dismantled every trace of "Chloe," liquidating all the assets, severing every tie, until my final, quiet disappearance at midnight, as gracefully as a fading echo.
Yet, even in my true world, peace was fleeting; Dreamweaver demanded I return, one last time, to quell Liam’s destructive grief, which threatened to unravel the very fabric of his reality.
I had to finish what I started, to play the final, unburdened note. The Senator's Shame: A Scandal Of The Soul
Meng Meng My ex-fiancé, Andrew, and my sister's fiancé, Brian, were powerful men, state senator and chief of staff, constantly parading us, the last two Spirit Weavers of our tribe, as their exotic, sacred accessories.
But when a corporate militia captured us in a desolate cannery, and the men we loved finally showed up, it wasn't to save us.
Terrified for an ambitious intern, Molly Johns, Andrew and Brian screamed to save her, not us.
Then, with cameras rolling, they participated in our brutal torture, nailing our hands to pillars, sawing off my sacred tribal tattoo, tearing my sister' s heirloom earring, and finally, spiking our feet to the ground, leaving us crippled and bleeding for our new captors.
The pain was agonizing, but the betrayal cut deeper. How could the men who claimed to love us mutilate us so cruelly, casting us aside like trash for their political careers? Why did they choose that girl over us, over our ancestral land, over everything?
Just as we were dragged toward a windowless van, a deafening roar filled the air: the Iron Totems MC, led by my childhood friend, Rufus, and my sister's, Caleb, crashed through the police barricade. They rescued us, but then revealed the truth: this entire nightmare was their calculated plot to expose Andrew and Brian, to free us from their poisonous control, and to finally allow us to reclaim our power. 
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