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Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Don't Leave Me, Mate
Requiem of A Broken Heart
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Meeting of a Star and a Knight
Don't Leave Me, Mate
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?The neon-drenched cityscape of Veridia pulsed with a rhythm all its own, a symphony of electric hums and holographic whispers. Rain, iridescent under the city's artificial glow, slicked the rooftop where Kai perched, a lone figure against the sprawling, digital canvas. He wasn't admiring the view, though. He was waiting. For Lyra.
Lyra, the ghost coder, the enigma wrapped in a leather jacket and a cascade of silver hair. She moved through Veridia's digital underbelly like a phantom, leaving behind trails of shimmering code and whispered legends. He'd only ever seen her in the augmented reality overlays, a fleeting, pixelated goddess.
They'd met in the most Veridian way possible: a rogue algorithm, a shared glitch in the city's omnipresent neural network. Kai, a data-streamer with a rebellious streak, had stumbled upon her code, a beautiful, chaotic dance of defiance. He'd followed the digital breadcrumbs, drawn to her energy, her raw, untamed spirit.
Tonight, she'd promised to meet him, a real-life rendezvous in the heart of the city's highest district. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the city's electric pulse.
The rooftop door hissed open, and she was there. Not a pixelated projection, but flesh and blood, a whirlwind of silver and shadow. Her eyes, the color of storm clouds, met his. A jolt, like a surge of raw data, ripped through him.
"You're real," he breathed, the words a clumsy whisper.
Lyra smirked, a flash of something dangerous and beautiful. "Disappointed?"
"Far from it," he said, stepping closer. The air crackled between them, thick with unspoken tension.
She leaned against the railing, the cityscape sprawling behind her, a glittering tapestry of light and shadow. "Veridia's a cage," she said, her voice a low, melodic hum. "A beautiful cage, but a cage nonetheless."
"You don't belong in cages," Kai replied, his gaze locked on hers.
"Neither do you," she countered, her eyes flashing. "You're a rebel, Kai. I've seen your streams. You speak the truth, even when it's dangerous."
