Deejay

Five years into the apocalypse, Elena believed she had finally reached humanity's last safe haven. She was wrong. After sacrificing everything to keep her boyfriend alive - her home, her inheritance, her dignity, and even her own chance to survive. Elena expected a future with the man she loved. Instead, he smiled... and shoved her into a horde of zombies. As she was dying, he revealed the cruel truth. He had never loved her. He and her best friend had laughed behind her back for years, using her as nothing more than a provider. Every meal she skipped fed another woman. Every life-threatening mission she took was for people who were waiting for the day they could throw her away. Filled with hatred and regret, Elena dies swearing that if she ever got another chance, she would never save them again. Then she wakes up... Ninety days before the apocalypse. This time, she awakens the Apocalypse Survival System. While the world dismisses the record-breaking heatwaves, poisoned rain, and strange red meteors as natural disasters, Elena knows they're only the beginning. She cuts every tie with the people who betrayed her, empties her savings into survival supplies, and transforms an abandoned mountain research station into an unbreakable sanctuary. As cities fall, zombies evolve, and desperate survivors turn on one another, Elena must fight not only the undead but also ruthless raiders, power-hungry factions, and the ghosts of the life she lost. Meanwhile, the ex-boyfriend who abandoned her discovers a terrifying truth. The "crazy" woman he mocked now controls the safest sanctuary in the apocalypse. And the only thing standing between him and death... ...is the woman he betrayed. This time, Elena won't waste her kindness on those who broke her.

The apocalypse began inside the hospital. Rachel Adams thought the worst thing that could happen was losing a patient. She was wrong. When a mysterious infection turns dead patients into terrifying monsters and seals an entire hospital from the outside world, Rachel is left to die by the boyfriend she trusted. Derek escapes with the woman he cheated on her with, stealing the hospital's precious medicine and leaving Rachel surrounded by the dead. But Rachel refuses to die. At the moment she is about to be killed, a mysterious Hospital Survival System awakens. [Congratulations, Host.] [You have been selected as the Hospital Administrator.] Suddenly, the hospital becomes her territory. But this isn't an ordinary hospital. The Emergency Room has one rule: Never let the lights go out. The Children's Ward has another: Never answer when the children call your name. The Morgue warns: Never open an empty body drawer. And the ICU has only one command: Never wake the patients.

In a world shattered by solar fire and a virus, men have become Ravagers. Ravagers are primal, savage beasts driven by dominance and lust. Women are rare prizes... until Elara awakens as a Siren. Her intoxicating pheromone can tame the untamable, Binding Ravagers to her will through raw, ritualistic sexual pleasure. With every dominant encounter, she claims their strength, their loyalty, and fragments of their souls growing more powerful, more addicted, and more dangerous with each Bond. The more Elara binds, the more she risks losing herself to the darkness she commands.

One public rejection shattered Sophia Carter's perfect life. On the day she expected to announce her wedding, her billionaire fiancé dumped her in front of hundreds of guests and walked away with her best friend on his arm. Humiliated, heartbroken, and desperate to escape the nightmare, Sophia accidentally crashes into the motorcycle convoy of the most feared man in America. Lucas Knight. The billionaire king of the legendary Black Kings Motorcycle Club. Instead of demanding compensation, Lucas offers her an outrageous deal. Become his fake fiancée for six months. In return, he'll give her enough money to start over... and the perfect revenge against the man who destroyed her.

Alexis, a lady with a dark past was greeted with the shock of her when her fiancé betrayed her by tying the knot with her step sister Veronica. With pain that she couldn't endure, she visited a club and drank herself to stupor. But everything changed the next day when she woke up in the room of a strange man, Hayes. Only for her to discover that she has signed herself to be a whore to him. How did this happen?

"Why is our mate doing this?!" I heard my wolf's dejected voice, but I ignored her, focusing on my survival instincts. "I need to get out of here" I mumbled as I pushed Damien away, dashing towards the door. However, he pulled me by my waist, my eyes widening in terror, "No..no no...Let me go!" I yelled. The sight of the Alpha frightened me, and the look in his eyes made me plead for death. I stared at myself, surprised the Alpha and I were in the same room, breathing the same air. "Who are you?!" He asked, his voice low and menacing, making me shiver in fear. Terrified, I weakly moved backwards, afraid of ending my own life. "How did you get here?!" His voice thundered as his hands flew to my neck, stunning me for a moment. Alpha Damien's eyes swept over me, his face squeezing up in disgust. My throat burned as a searing heat spread through my veins, making me groan in pain. Tears stinged my eyes as he sank his nails further into my skin with no single remorse. My clothes were torn, and my extremely pale skin came into sight. Red marks could be seen on my body, a sign of an unjust treatment from my foster mother. I parted my chapped lips, desperate to utter a word, but only a whimper escaped my lips. Start reading now...

Vivian; a fearless werewolve queen embraced the task of ruling her people. She was mated to Micheal; the Alpha. Things turned sore when Micheal and Vivian couldn't get along during the couple's confinement. This led to the split of the Werewolve's pack. Twist comes to play when Vivian falls in love with her private guard; Daniel. Daniel couldn't love the queen but falls in love with Juliet, making their relationship a secret one. Daniel and the queen had different sexual escapade, making Daniel her sex toy. Find out what will happen when the queen finds out that Daniel and Juliet are in love. Micheal on the other hand discovers he is in love with the queen after the split of the pack. He then seeks to reunite the pack. How will Micheal reunite the pack and earn the love of the queen. Find out in this epic werewolve romance story.

Nora's father was a powerful witch who was presumed to have gone crazy and tried to kill the Leader of their coven. The coven shuns her for her dads wrong doings. Until one day she discovers that her father was trying to save them from the leader all along. She is determined to use her magic for good and master her skills in order to finish what her dad started. She becomes the strongest healing witch of the coven. The leader finds out about her plot and has her kept in the dungeons. One day the Beta of one of the strongest packs ever comes on behalf of the Alpha asking for help. The luna is pregnant and having complications with the pregnancy. Reluctantly they let Nora go to help her. She finds out that the Alpha is her destined mate and he rejects her immediately. She is heartbroken but stays with the Luna feeling obligated to see her through her pregnancy. It breaks her heart to see the mate happy with someone else. She works closely with Jake in the clinic and she can see herself settling down with him. That is when the Leader of her coven decides to carry out his plan. Secrets are unraveled and the Alpha realizes that his luna isn't the perfect mate he had thought. Nora is determined to bring a stop to her coven leader and the werewolves are right by her side. She begins to see a different side to the Alpha and when everything is over who will she chose. The man who broke her heart or the one trying to piece it back together?

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

My controlling mother forced me on another blind date with an arrogant lawyer, but an emergency call from my clinic saved me. I rushed back to find the waiting room filled with massive, tattooed men in leather cuts. They were the Serpents of Retribution MC, and their ruthless President, Knight, locked his ice-blue eyes on me, ordering me to be the sole nurse for his injured man. Trouble quickly followed. A fake doctor took me hostage at gunpoint, trying to get revenge on Knight. We tumbled down a concrete stairwell, and Knight used his own body as a human shield to save my life. But the aftermath destroyed my world. My boss threatened to fire me. My mother screamed at me for walking out on the lawyer, caring more about my "stable future" than the fact I almost died. I thought I had hit rock bottom, until Knight tracked me down. He didn't ask for my consent. He dragged me to his clubhouse, pinned me down, and had his club's serpent emblem permanently tattooed onto my shoulder blade. "From now on, you're my Old Lady." He marked me as his property, leaving me trapped between a suffocating family and a dangerous biker boss. Staring at the black brand in the mirror, I realized I couldn't be a passive victim anymore. I drove to my parents' house, pulled down my collar to show them the serpent, and finally severed ties with my past.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

I stood alone under the spotlights at my own high-society engagement party, waiting for my fiancé. Instead of showing up, he called to say he was staying at the hospital with Victoria, my family's fragile adopted daughter, who had suffered a perfectly timed minor accident. When I publicly canceled the wedding, my mother and three brothers didn't care about my humiliation. They blamed me for ruining their precious business alliance. Victoria even hired thugs to drag me into an unlicensed van outside the hotel. But when I returned home bruised and exposed her crime, my family called me a malicious liar and fiercely defended her. My mother froze all my bank accounts, stripped me of my identity, and kicked me out into the freezing storm. For over twenty years, I had played the perfect daughter, yet they discarded me like garbage for a manipulative fake sister. I was left penniless and shivering on the street, my heart completely dead to the people I once called family. But they didn't know I wasn't just a useless socialite; I was secretly a top-tier medical genius. When a Bentley pulled up in the rain carrying the secretly injured king of the NHL, I stepped inside and looked at the powerful man. "I can cure your ruined career, and in return, you will give me everything I need to crush them."

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy—The Nightingale Ranch—as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."