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.

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?

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."

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."

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

Vivian was eight weeks pregnant, holding the warm ultrasound picture, ready to share the fragile secret with her billionaire husband, Sterling. But before she could speak, he tossed a thick document onto the marble table: DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. "Kara's back," he stated coldly, referring to his childhood sweetheart. "I'm giving her the place she deserves." He demanded she vacate the penthouse immediately, leaving with absolutely nothing. She didn't cry or beg. She signed the papers, touched her flat stomach where his secret child grew, and walked out in her old trench coat. She blocked his number, vanished from New York, and spent the next four years building a new life in Geneva as a top-tier surgeon, raising their twin boys entirely alone. She thought she had finally escaped her past, until Sterling's bodyguards suddenly broke down her apartment door in the middle of the night. He had used his immense wealth and power to force the "genius Dr. Vivian" to treat Kara's ruined uterus. He was completely unaware that the masked, heavily accented doctor he was threatening was his discarded wife, or that his own flesh and blood were sleeping just down the hall. Watching him desperately lavish a manipulative liar with the tenderness he had always denied her, the last thread of Vivian's lingering pain simply vanished. She sent a single, encrypted text to a trusted friend. "The boys are safe. I'm ready to start Phase Two." She was done hiding. It was time to show him how a real war was fought.

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.

For three years, Cali Sullivan abandoned her brilliant tech career to be the quiet, accommodating wife of billionaire Halsey Donovan. But on her thirtieth birthday, she returned to their London mansion only to find it empty. The housekeeper, looking at her with deep pity, revealed that Halsey had taken his female friend, Brittaney, out shopping to celebrate her birthday instead. He had even taken their young daughter, Lily, with them. When Cali called him, Halsey coldly dismissed her, his attention entirely on Brittaney's bright laughter in the background. The crushing blow came the next morning when Cali stood outside Lily's bedroom and overheard her own daughter's innocent wish. "I wish Auntie Brittaney could be my new mommy. I think Daddy would like that, too." Later that afternoon, Cali saw them through the window of a private club. Halsey was wiping a smudge from Lily's face with a tender focus he never showed his wife, while Brittaney casually fed him cake. They looked like the perfect, happy family. All of Cali's desperate love and sacrifices felt like a cruel joke. She had been entirely erased from her own family. In that moment, the agonizing pain just stopped, replaced by a cold, absolute clarity. Cali drafted a divorce agreement waiving every cent of his wealth, left her platinum wedding rings on the nightstand, and booked a one-way flight back to New York. She was no longer Mrs. Donovan; it was time to get her real name back.

I was supposed to be the lucky one, the bankrupt Beaumont heiress engaged to Devyn Langley, the golden boy of Boston's elite. But the moment I landed from Europe, my best friend shoved a high-definition photo in my face. It was Devyn, tangled in white sheets with another woman. I didn't cry. Instead, I planted hidden cameras in his secret Manhattan penthouse and heard the disgusting truth. "When are you going to dump that boring bitch?" his mistress whined. "Soon. As soon as her family's final trust fund payout clears. Then I'll toss her out like trash," Devyn laughed. To add insult to injury, he removed me from the guest list of his family's charity gala. When I showed up anyway, his mother pointed a shaking finger at my face in front of the entire upper crust. "You are a charity case! A beggar! Get out!" she screamed, while Devyn demanded I get on my knees and apologize. They paraded around like saints, using my family's tragedy for good PR while secretly plotting to steal my last penny and destroy me. Did they really think I was just a weak, compliant fiancée who would quietly accept her ruin? Wearing a blood-red dress, I hacked the ballroom's main screen and broadcasted his 4K sex tape to every billionaire and reporter in the room. Then, I threw my five-carat ring at his chest and walked away with Kian Koch-the most terrifying man on Wall Street-leaving the Langley empire to burn.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

She came back to expose her cheating fiancé. She didn't expect to catch the eye of the most dangerous man in the city. On the night she publicly called off her engagement, a mysterious billionaire put a jade prayer bracelet on her wrist and said, "Marry me. You won't lose." Now her ex-fiancé is begging for a second chance, her scheming sister is out for blood, and everyone says she's ruined her life. But her new husband? He just smiles and says, "Let them talk. I'll handle it." Wait — did she just accidentally marry the most powerful man in the country?