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Being stimulated by three overly attractive vampires was the last thing I had ever imagined. "Oh Jasmine, this is a sight to behold," Archer murmured,landing kisses all along my inner thighs. Lucien broke the kiss, I could see the lust in his eyes. Micheal took the turn to kiss me once I caught my breath and Lucien's fingers moved to spread my labia only for me to feel the unexpected lick of Archer's tongue on my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Feel it..." Lucien growled into my ear, biting my earlobe, "Feel it how we pleasure you, little mate." ****** My whole life I have known my identity as a human but everything changed once I took the job in the Kings' palace as their maid and their attention fell on me. Black Vale Dynasty was ruled by three powerful Vampire kings. Respected, Obeyed and feared they were the most dangerous predators on the earth. But when my life unknowingly gets entangled with theirs, soon the unimaginable happened—On the night of the full moon, I turned out to be their mate and this puts my whole existence under question. They did not want to leave me but a human couldn't be the destined mate of a vampire, let alone three. However, fate pulled the strangest game on me, linking my life to the eliminated Vaidel-Dynasty which was once ruled by the strongest vampire of all time before the rogue attack…that destroyed everything.

In a world where mutants are hunted and feared, a diverse group of extraordinary individuals band together to survive and protect each other. Fugitives from the ruthless Fanatics agents must navigate a treacherous path of danger, discovery, and destiny. As they uncover the depths of their powers and the meaning of family, they face a choice: embrace their gifts or remain on the run forever.

Alpha Jones flees to parts unknown leaving his daughter, omega Ammy, destitute and homeless. Jia Will reaches out to her and offers to bring her along to social events in the hopes of attracting an alpha husband. Ammy accepts despite the cold reception her childhood love, alpha Sebestian, gives her. At the biggest party of the season hosted by alpha Jason, Ammy accidentally stumbles upon Sebestian and Jason in a passionate embrace. Society scorns alpha/alpha pairings and desperate to avoid exposure, Jason offers Ammy a large sum of money for her silence. "Just take this money and don't say a single word to anyone." Ammy would never have outed the two lovers but with the amount of money Jason is offering, Ammy can finally be free. Her future is suddenly her own, no knothead husband to hold her down and she plans to run away and start a family on her own terms, far away from the influence of her father's reputation. As the three grow closer and feelings change, can the two alphas convince Ammy that the love she dreams of is closer than she thinks? "Why you guys' even wants me? I thought I am just an omega." "We are sorry, can you please give us a chance?" Ammy looks towards her ex-best friend who treating her like she is nothing but waste of space. "NO."

The comforting warmth of my newborn son, Thomas, at my side filled the room, a perfect solace after days of exhaustive labor. Maria Sanchez, my trusted housekeeper' s daughter, appeared at the doorway, her smile wide and seemingly benevolent, holding out a thermos of her mother' s special chicken broth. But that smile, that very broth, triggered a horrifying flood of memories that weren't dreams at all-they were a past life I had lived, suffered, and died in. In that chilling reality, Maria wasn't a friend; she was a cunning puppeteer who used innocent-looking chicken trinkets to steal my healthy baby, erase my very name, and shackle me to a monstrous husband named Julian Vance. I remembered every agonizing detail: drinking that "revitalizing" broth had been the first step in a meticulously cruel scheme that resulted in Maria swapping her sickly infant for my perfect Thomas just days after his birth. My existence became a living hell, a gilded cage where I wasted away, powerless, betrayed by all I held dear, until my premature, miserable death. The fresh agony of that past life' s betrayal, the icy grip of her deception, ignited a cold, unyielding fire within me that burned away any trace of exhaustion or fear. How could I have been so utterly blind, so heartbreakingly naive, to allow such a predatory serpent into my home, unknowingly consuming the very poison that would destroy me? But now, I was Sarah Miller reborn, alive and aware, standing on the precipice of a second chance in this very moment. As Maria reached out with the steaming bowl, believing she held the trump card, she had no idea that I was already steps ahead, ready to shatter her world just as she had shattered mine.

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.

An MIT acceptance letter lay on my desk, a full-ride scholarship, my ticket to a dazzling future far from my foster home. But my foster father, Rufus, scoffed, his voice flat: "You're not going." Instead, he' d arranged a "tech internship" out West, promising big money and opportunities, while my foster mother, Sylvia, faked a panicked "premonition" about a bus crash to dissuade me. They were lying. I knew it. All of it. Because I had lived this day before, died a horrific death on a cold metal table, betrayed by the very people who claimed to be my family. This time, I was ready. I swallowed my fury, faked compliance, and prepared to rewrite my destiny.

The scream died in my throat. The phantom pain of my brutal past life, the one where I died in a desolate commune, still clung to me. I shot up in my old teenage room, sunlight streaming in. I was Sarah again, but with the scars of a lifetime of horror etched into my soul. My adopted siblings, Ethan and Chloe, the architects of that horror, were downstairs. My kind, oblivious parents were completely unaware of their true nature. Then, Ethan's whiny voice cut through the morning, demanding a new gaming PC. Chloe, ever the manipulator, chimed in, suggesting a "little run away" plan. Just like they did before. My blood ran cold. In my first life, I was a naive fool, desperate for their approval. I went along with it, leading me straight into an unimaginable hell while Ethan found his abusive "benefactor." I remembered the endless suffering, the betrayal that sealed my fate. How could they be so casually cruel, so destructive? This time, the fear and confusion were gone. They had been replaced by a cold, burning rage. They thought they could play their manipulative games again. But they were wrong. This time, I wasn't running away. This time, things would be different. This time, I was ready.

Stuck in her miserable life, Azura makes her way towards a sorceress hoping to find an answer. As she walks down the Dark Forest, her heart pounding in her chest she knocks on her door. The seven dreadful knocks as the stories told her. The sorceress points her towards a small cottage in the graveyard, arming her with a task and promising her answers once she is done. But things end up taking a turn for the unknown as she in transported to a totally different world. The world she never knew existed.

His lips almost touched my earlobe as he whispered, with his actions sending shivers down my spine "Because you are my mate, dummy.." ~~ Damien, the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack has been yearning for his mate for over nine years.  He finally collides with his mate who got auctioned for sale. He bought her and he made her stay in his pack as one of his concubines. What happens when he can't make his mate the Luna of his pack because he is being threatened by his wife to expose his deep secrets?

My entire life revolved around a sacred power that cost me a piece of my soul every time I used it. Nine star-like birthmarks on my forearm, each fading after I resurrected Ethan, the adoptive brother I believed had saved me. I had brought him back from the dead nine times, from drug overdoses to twisted car wrecks, each revival leaving me more hollowed out. But today, standing in a reeking stable, the ultimate degradation struck as Ethan, now a desperate heir, demanded I perform my vanished miracle on a dead racehorse for his crooked deal. My power was long gone, all nine stars extinguished, yet he sneered, refusing to believe me, calling me selfish and an "ungrateful bitch." He had Tiff, his social-media-obsessed girlfriend, publicly "cleanse" me as a cruel mockery of my ancient ritual. Then he tried to drag me towards the dead stallion, ready to force a miracle I couldn't perform, seeing me as nothing but a worthless tool. The endless humiliation, the years of abuse, and the terrifying emptiness inside me became an unbearable weight. How could he be so blind to the fact that I had absolutely nothing left to give? I was a commodity, passed from one gilded cage to another, facing an eternity of exploitation. In a final, desperate act of defiance, to reclaim myself even if it meant death, I bolted from the stable and sprinted headlong into the path of an oncoming car. But instead of oblivion, strong hands pulled me back from the brink, and for the first time in forever, I saw the face that would rewrite my entire past: Julian Thorne.

My supposed death was three years ago. Today, the man who orchestrated it all, Liam Miller, returned, oblivious to the spectral presence tethered to him. I was once his fiancée, tricked into a whirlwind romance orchestrated by his family. My rare O-negative blood, compatible kidney, and healthy womb weren't assets to him, but resources to be exploited for his ailing nephew Leo and his "childhood sweetheart" Chloe. At our engagement party, Chloe faked an allergic reaction, and Liam, without a second thought, abandoned me, wine-stained and humiliated. When I finally found the courage to break things off, a shocking discovery emerged: I was pregnant. He transformed into the "doting partner," but only to cage me in his family' s estate, planning to harvest our child' s cord blood and stem cells for his family's needs. Upon realizing their monstrous plot-that my baby was to be an organ farm-I tried to escape. Liam caught me, a torrent of terror and rage erupting from me. The sheer stress triggered an early, violent labor. They took my child, left me for dead in a remote clinic, and believed I was gone forever. My soul, however, remained bound to Liam. I witnessed his hollow grief, Chloe's triumphant manipulation, and the family's casual cruelty. He thought I was dead, yet still intended to carve me up for parts. But he had no idea. This was just the beginning. I was a ghost, a witness, and soon, I would be his reckoning.

When Sabastian Dominic vanishes, seemingly out of thin air, a group of friends fun-filled night of carnival games in Lakewood, the People's Republic of Cambodia, takes a catastrophic turn. 1953: Conspiracy theories about the events surrounding the missing child are rampant in this little community. Friends, family, and the local police are lured into an astounding mystery surrounding some sort of dark witchcraft and dangerous supernatural forces that have been concealed in their town for hundreds of years as they look for answers regarding his disappearance.

In a world where shadows dance, ordinary Elara's life is irrevocably altered when she crosses paths with Alessandro, a powerful man. Their forbidden love ignites a dangerous flame, tested by secrets and external forces. He's darkness in a tailored suit. She's the light he was never meant to touch. Elara never meant to fall for him let alone crave him. But in the heart of Sicily, under the moonlit heat of his touch, Alessandro De Luca makes her forget every warning. A vampire. A mafia king. A man who kisses like sin and takes his pleasure slowly. She's human. He's not. But when they come together, the night listens. Dangerous. Addictive. Forbidden. And far too late to turn back.

The dull throb behind my eyes was just the beginning. I blinked, and golden text shimmered in the air: "Divorce Day! The classic starting point for the wife-chasing crematorium!" I was Ethan Miller, a tech entrepreneur who' d just coded for 36 hours straight. But the man in the mirror was Liam Stone, a cold CEO infamous for mistreating his wife, Olivia. A divorce agreement lay before me. The words weren't just floating text; a flood of Liam's memories poured into my mind. This man, driven by obsession for a manipulative ex, Sarah Jenkins, was destined for a miserable end. The toxic story was supposed to lead to Olivia's humiliation and suffering. Hovering comments confirmed it: "He' s definitely thinking about his precious Sarah right now." They expected me to act like the jerk Liam was, to prolong Olivia' s pain, and then spend 200 chapters groveling. They wanted the "crematorium." But I wasn't Liam. I wouldn't live his pathetic life. With a decisive flick of my wrist, I signed the divorce papers. "It's done. You're free." The floating comments flickered, then vanished. The plot was broken. My phone buzzed with a call from Sarah Jenkins. The "white moonlight." I didn't answer. I blocked her number. Then I fired the head of marketing for embezzling company funds to pay for Sarah's lavish lifestyle. My father, Richard Stone, confronted me, demanding I beg Olivia for forgiveness and threatening disinheritance. His words were harsh: "You will not see another penny from this family or this company." "Okay," I said. "You can have the company. You can have the family inheritance. I don't want it." I walked away from everything, the chorus of confused comments a soundtrack to my liberation. Later, at a charity gala, I watched them circle: Sarah, Mark Davies (her accomplice), and Olivia. The original story slated this night for Olivia's ultimate downfall. They had conspired to plant false rumors and even faked an accident that led to Olivia' s miscarriage. But I had other plans. With a tap on my phone, security footage of Sarah and Mark' s damning conversation, detailing their schemes including the "accident" that caused Olivia' s miscarriage, filled the screens. "You were so quick to believe the worst of me. You never once questioned your 'best friend'. You never once used your own judgment. You let them play you like a fiddle." I left the chaos behind. My father called, begging for forgiveness now that the truth was out. Olivia, too, whispered apologies. But my answer was cold: "The man you married, the Liam Stone who was obsessed with Sarah and cruel to you, that man is dead. He was killed by you, by Sarah, by Mark, by my father. You all had a hand in it. So don't talk to me about the past." A few days later, Olivia showed up at my new penthouse. She wanted to understand. "My tragedy was being born as Liam Stone in the first place." I told her. "I have no love for you, Olivia...You are a stranger to me. And I'd like you to leave my home now." I wanted peace. I wanted to build. And I would.

The novel follows non-identical triplet sisters, Xiandrellyn, Crimson, and Sharlene, who live in the mortal world while hiding their immense powers and goddess-like beauty. Facing numerous challenges, they grow stronger but adopt a wicked demeanor, using masks to conceal their beauty and instill fear in their academy. However, answers to their questions lie not in their world but in another, known as the Unknown World, within a universe of five worlds. There, they no longer need to hide their true selves and must uncover the Unknown World's true name. Each sister has unique abilities. Meet Xiandrellyn Blue Myers, the eldest of the triplets. She is not overly cheerful nor excessively talkative, just right, but she becomes colder because of what will happen. Next is Crimson Red, the second among the siblings, capable of igniting flames. And the third among them is Sharlene Shine Yellow Myers. She's not that talkative; she will be the silent girl in their journey. Even though she's silent, don't underestimate her; she possesses electrifying power. Once again, the Triplets: Mess with them, you'll die.

This book is about collection of short fictional inspirational Stories about fantacy and sexual encounters.

I' m Ava Moreno, a New York reproductive endocrinologist, secretly known as "The Heirloom Weaver." Using ancient family methods, I help families conceive, even if the father has passed. The massive fees fund my curandera grandmother' s foundation, preserving vital traditions. An encrypted message arrived: Liam Ashford, tech royalty, dead from a boating accident. Ten million dollars for a posthumous child – enough to secure Abuela' s legacy. But as I began the ritual, a chilling truth emerged: Liam wasn't dead. He was in 'Serene Stillness,' a trance only my grandmother taught. He awoke, revealing his father, brother, and fiancée plotted his murder for the family empire. I had just resurrected a man the most powerful family in America wanted buried. The Ashford estate was a deadly trap. They hadn' t hired me for a ghost; they' d lured me into their twisted game with bait money. Now, with Liam alive, their monstrous plan: force me to be his surrogate, then eliminate us both. "You will conceive his child," Harrison Sr. sneered, "then your silence will be ensured." Despair threatened, but then a spark: Abuela' s "Memory Boxes," holding ancient tools of psychological warfare. They thought they had us trapped. They were about to learn what happens when you corner The Heirloom Weaver. Tonight, we would weave a different kind of legacy.

The night Sabrina won Governor, my world should have been complete. I, Ethan Lester, a Hollow Keeper, had bent forgotten rituals to ensure her victory, loving her with every fiber of my being. She was my queen, now ruler of our state. But her crown came with a cruel twist. She brazenly dismissed me and my family, choosing the slick tech billionaire Andrew Fuller, who mocked my quiet, mountain-folk parents and had them arrested on the spot. My pleas to Sabrina were met with icy indifference, her hand already intertwined with his. The next morning, I learned my parents were dead-a convenient "suicide" in custody. When I confronted Sabrina in her office, she laughed with their killer, then scornfully dismissed my grief. "Are you seriously asking me to ruin a powerful man for a couple of nobodies from the sticks?" she sneered. She then announced our annulment and fired me, giving my advisory role to Andrew. How could the woman I loved, the woman I gave everything for, become such a monster overnight? How did my life, built on deep traditions and fierce loyalty, collapse so entirely? This wasn't just betrayal; it was cold-blooded murder. They had taken everything. Now, I would take it all back.

My life was beautiful: a loving husband, Ethan, a precious baby on the way, and the serenity of our lake house getaway. Then, during a quiet afternoon, Ethan's ex, Olivia, found her daughter Daisy drowned in the lake, turning on me with a shaking finger, screaming, "You did this! You let her drown!" Ethan, my husband, the man who once adored me, instantly believed her monstrous lie, his eyes cold, his family's powerful influence ensuring my pleas were dismissed as weak, condemning me without trial. Weeks later, our newborn son, Noah, died from a preventable illness after Olivia's dubious "home remedy" was chosen over hospital care, and in my raw grief, Ethan demanded I carry a child for them-a cruel "penance" for "my crimes," threatening to destroy what little remained of me if I refused. Imprisoned in a forgotten wing of the mansion, physically and mentally reduced to an incubator, I was haunted by the unspeakable injustice, struggling between despair and a flicker of rage as Olivia gloated, revealing the chilling truth: she herself orchestrated Daisy's "accident" to reclaim Ethan and ruined my life for her own gain. My body became an empty shell, my mind retreated beyond their reach, but the shocking truth Olivia confessed was unknowingly witnessed, eventually setting a deadly chain of events in motion that would expose her monstrous heart and unleash a final, fiery reckoning for the Cole family's dark secrets.

The rotors thrashed the air, a desperate sound in the collapsing city. "Evie, damn it, wake up!" Ethan' s voice, tight with fury, cut through the fog in my head, his hands rough on my shoulders, shaking me towards the last transport helicopter. He was urging me to wait for Krystal, his mistress, who was probably just fixing her makeup for her "survivor" selfie. Then, a cold wave washed over me. Not fog, but brutal clarity. I had lived this exact moment before. And died because of it. In that past life, Ethan had deliberately left me behind. He' d injected me, then convinced the extraction team I was delirious, a hysterical liability, a security risk. They believed him, my "loving, concerned husband." I was deserted in that war-torn hell, the infection taking hold in some bombed-out building, until there was nothing. Later, a strange, detached knowing confirmed the worst: Ethan had returned to the States a hero, spinning a tale of my "noble sacrifice" pushing Krystal onto the plane instead of myself. My already frail parents shattered, grief their final illness, gone within months. Ethan inherited everything-the Reed fortune, the foundation, the philanthropic empire-marrying Krystal a year later in a lavish affair splashed across society pages. The memory, sharp and brutal, burned away every last vestige of my past life's naivety. How could I have been so utterly duped? The raw injustice, the horrifying betrayal, the agonizing pain of my parents' fates-it all converged into a single, chilling resolve. I was back, inexplicably given a second chance. This time, there would be no sacrifice. Only justice. I pulled away from Ethan' s desperate grasp, my voice surprisingly steady and cold. "No, Ethan." I turned, walking straight towards the loading ramp. "I'm getting on that helicopter. Now."