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The Alpha's Outcast

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

Tempted By The Playboy

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

Rise Of The Phoenix Queen

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

Alpha Liam & Luna Clara

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

Daughter Of Darkness

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

The Billionaire Casanova

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

Secret Baby: The Jilted Wife's Final Goodbye

I sat on the cold tile floor of our Upper East Side penthouse, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred. After ten years of loving Julian Sterling and three years of a hollow marriage, I finally had the one thing that could bridge the distance between us. I was pregnant. But Julian didn't come home with flowers for our anniversary. He tossed a thick manila envelope onto the marble coffee table with a heavy thud. Fiona, the woman he'd truly loved for years, was back in New York, and he told me our "business deal" was officially over. "Sign it," He said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He looked at me with the cold detachment of a man selling a piece of unwanted furniture. When I hesitated, he told me to add a zero to the alimony if the money wasn't enough. I realized in that moment that if he knew about the baby, he wouldn't love me; he would simply take my child and give it to Fiona to raise. I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket, signed the papers with a shaking hand, and lied through my teeth. When my morning sickness hit, I slumped to the floor to hide the truth. "It's just cramps," I gasped, watching him recoil as if I were contagious. To make him stay away, I invented a man named Jack-a fake boyfriend who supposedly gave me the kindness Julian never could. Suddenly, the man who wanted me gone became a monster of possessiveness. He threatened to "bury" a man who didn't exist while leaving me humiliated at his family's dinner to rush to Fiona's side. I was so broken that I even ate a cake I was deathly allergic to, then had to refuse life-saving steroids at the hospital because they would harm the fetus. Julian thinks he's stalling the divorce for two months to protect the family's reputation for his father's Jubilee. He thinks he's keeping his "property" on a short leash until the press dies down. He has no idea I'm using those sixty days to build a fortress for my child. By the time he realizes the truth, I'll be gone, and the Sterling heir will be far beyond his reach.

Heaven Sent Her, Hell Obeyed Her

Eliana reunited with her family, now ruined by fate: Dad jailed, Mom deathly ill, six crushed brothers, and a fake daughter who'd fled for richer prey. Everyone sneered. But at her command, Eliana summoned the Onyx Syndicate. Bars opened, sickness vanished, and her brothers rose-one walking again, others soaring in business, tech, and art. When society mocked the "country girl," she unmasked herself: miracle doctor, famed painter, genius hacker, shadow queen. A powerful tycoon held her close. "Country girl? She's my fiancée!" Eliana glared at him. "Dream on." Resolutely, he vowed never to let go.

Hell In His Eyes, Heaven In His Kiss

Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.

The Stray Heiress Strikes Back

Ten years ago, Elizabeth Kaiser was abandoned by her biological father, cast out of her home like a stray dog. A decade later, she returned as a decorated general of Nation A, wielding immense power and wealth beyond measure. The onlookers waited eagerly for her downfall, only to watch in shock as the elite families of Capitol City bowed before her in reverence. Elizabeth smirked coldly. "Want to chase me? Better ask my fists for permission first!"

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

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

Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.