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One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts

One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts

Fantasy

4.9

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

Lunatic: Forbidden Encounters

Lunatic: Forbidden Encounters

Werewolf

5.0

Life takes a sudden twist for Lyla after her father’s sudden disappearance, leaving her to a life of torture and misery under her Step-mother and Step-sister. She loses every form of comfort, honor and confidence; a weak Werewolf who struggled to embrace her true nature. However, she is rescued by h

The Fake Lunatic: I Played Crazy To Bury My Brother

The Fake Lunatic: I Played Crazy To Bury My Brother

Mafia

5.0

For three years, I was locked inside a mafia black site, enduring daily electroshock therapy and forced chemical cocktails. I truly believed I was losing my mind, until my fingers brushed against a hidden wiretap taped beneath the treatment table. The recorded voices belonged to my husband and my bi

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