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Framed for a scandal she didn’t commit, PR expert Brielle Carter loses everything—until billionaire Grayson Westbrook offers her a deal: pretend to be his fiancée to save his public image, and he’ll help restore hers. What begins as a six-month contract quickly spirals into a dangerous game of staged affection, media manipulation, and emotions neither of them saw coming. In a world where perception is everything, can love survive when the whole world thinks it’s a lie?

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf rumored to be cursed and bring misfortune to all who cross paths with her. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

[Mature Content] I was born a bastard to the Archduke of Beloria, scorned because of my odd-looking hair and sickly body, maltreated by my stepmother and sister. And my father? He never looked my way. I was the reminder of a mistake he could never accept. My entire life should've been trying to live through my days as a labeled whores daughter and the taint to the noble house but everything changed when my marriage to the Lycan Monarch was announced. Lycans are apex predators, superior beings, beastmen, and originators of those horror stories your parents told you about to make you behave. My father saw fit to throw me to the beasts as a means to reclaim the lost lands. I was the bargain for a better future for the last human kingdom, but I felt more cursed than blessed. Forced into training to please a beast and ensure I was fit to be his wife. I dreaded the day I'd wed the Monarch and be treated no less than human meat. I've heard stories about him, and they are far worse than any combined. They call him a mindless beast, merciless, the ultimate feared being in the entire realm, and the terror that bested the vampires in war and ended it under his rule. My future was bleak. But when the day arrived and I set my gaze on the beast I'm meant to marry... I realized Drevon Balthar was unlike the rumors; they didn't tell the whole story.

In a world ruled by dominant males, Velvet Grayfang becomes the first-born female Alpha in her bloodline. But power comes at a price, her control remains unawakened, her pack on the edge of rebellion, and suitors are circling, eager to claim her… or crush her. Then he arrives. Lucien Thorn, the Dark Alpha. He says he came for her, he claimed they’re fated. And that his bite will awaken her true power. But Velvet isn’t sure what’s more dangerous, the war outside her gates... or the heat building between her legs.

She was a bride on her wedding day. By morning, she was a slave in chains. Aurelia’s world ends the moment it should’ve begun. Her wedding dress still clings to her skin when demons slaughter her husband and drag her from everything she’s ever loved. Sold at auction like cattle, her worth is measured in gold—not screams. And her buyer? He is Tenebrarum Mortifer—the demon whose name turns kings to ash. Cold. Cruel. Untouchable. He didn’t buy her for love. He bought her to break her. But Aurelia does not shatter. Her grief becomes fire. Her hatred, a blade. And the more she resists, the more the monster who owns her begins to unravel. What began as torment twists into something far more dangerous. She was meant to be his plaything. Now, she’s the one breaking him. --- In a kingdom ruled by demons, where broken girls burn brighter than magic—can a soul forged in grief ignite a love even hell can’t destroy?

Scarlett's life changed the moment she saw her bestfriend's boyfriend betrayal. Before she could speak up, a cruel accident stole her memory and identity. Taken in by a kind family mourning thier lost daughter, she starts a quiet new life. But peace doesn't last long. Their rival finds her and forcefully makes her his wife. In a marriage built on hate and misunderstanding, Scarlett is torn between a past she can't remember and feelings she doesn't understand. What starts as a hatred - filled bond slowly twists into a dangerous love. But when the past resurfaces, will love survive the truth?

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Lilly Lorenzo never meant to fall for him. She only wanted to read her way through the pain of her past, not find herself tangled in the pages of someone else's story—especially not his. Luca Demon is everything she’s not—wealthy, popular, and dangerously charming. When a spilled bucket of bleach sparks an unexpected connection between them, Lilly’s quiet life begins to turn a page she never saw coming. But behind every perfect smile is a secret. And behind Lilly’s silence, a storm brews. In a world where class divides and whispers echo louder than truth, can love really be written between the lines? This is a slow-burn, heart-aching, sweet romance you won’t forget.

Regina Edana Anderson, the sole heir of the Anderson Duchy. A princess with the brightest green eyes and many talents. All things are set for her to sail through in life. Till one day she hears about the death of her uncle and learns that her fiancé's family had planned it. It's time to take revenge on all who betrayed her. She kills her fiancé in a fury and takes over the throne in a time when only men had the right to rule. But changing the rules is not so easy, especially when the nobles suggest she marry her fiancé's brother, who was the mastermind of this little game. But luckily, when the Crown Prince of the Raleigh Empire, Theodore, the future king, considered a dangerous lunatic, comes to her & offers a contract marriage, she has no choice but to accept, putting forth some conditions for their alliance. A bloodthirsty princess and a lunatic crown prince. What could go wrong? ____ I knew Theodore was a lunatic, but I wasn't sure if the word was enough to describe him. Especially now when I see him jumping off the cliff. He, the future of the empire, just jumped, trying to reach out for my hand as I was falling down. He grabbed my hand and held me tightly in his arms. He turned us around so he would hit the shallow stream of the river below us first, not me. But I couldn't understand why. Why would someone do this? As if he could hear my thoughts, he answered with the same arrogant smile on his face, "I made a promise to never let go of your hand. Even if it leads me to my demise, I would follow you—even into death." Yes, Lunatic isn't enough. He is downright deranged.

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

She was the price of betrayal.she was served the punishment she didn’t see coming. When Aria Monroe's father and step mom sealed a deal with the moretti family , she’s forced to replace her step-sister and to enter into an arranged marriage with Lucien Moretti, the ruthless heir,the most feared mafia family in New York. Cold. Possessive. Deadly. He makes no promises of love—only ownership. When forced by her family, Aria's freedom was signed away. But marrying Lucien means stepping into a world of velvet lies and blood-stained truths, where trust is a luxury and affection and weapon. She’s fire—beautiful, defiant, and untamed. He’s ice—unforgiving, controlling, and consumed by vengeance. Together, they burn. Lucien doesn’t want love — he wants control. Aria doesn’t want a husband — she wants freedom. But the longer they’re bound together, the deeper the obsession grows. Secrets. Betrayal. Passion. In a world of blood and loyalty, Aria must decide: Is she a pawn in a deadly game… or the queen about to take the king? And as secrets unravel and enemies close in, passion becomes war, and their bond teeters between destruction and desire. In a world ruled by power and violence, can love ever be more than a blood price?

AFTER MARRIAGE Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with a contract. Sita is calm, reserved, and orderly — the kind of person who finds solace in silence. Vedehi is chaos wrapped in charm — loud, lively, and allergic to stillness. They have nothing in common… except heartbreak, family pressure, and a desperate need to escape. When both women land in England hoping to find love, all they find is disappointment — and each other. One impulsive proposal later, they're bound by a two-year contract marriage: no love, no drama, just a fake relationship to get their families off their backs. But fate has other plans. Sita is still searching for a woman from her past — someone who once held her heart. Vedehi, in helping her find that lost love, quietly falls for the very person she's supposed to be pretending with. Just when feelings start to blur and the contract begins to crumble, tragedy strikes. A sudden accident leaves Sita with no memory — not of the contract, not of the marriage, not even of Vedehi. Now Vedehi is left holding onto a love that only she remembers… And a wife who no longer knows her. Will Sita ever recall what they had? Will Vedehi’s love be enough to rebuild what fate tore apart? Or will their story remain a forgotten promise, lost between silence and memory? "After Marriage" is a breathtaking sapphic romance of opposites, survival, heartbreak, and healing. It’s about falling in love with someone who forgot you — and choosing them, even when they can't choose you back. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable love stories… Are the ones that begin after marriage. Dear Reader, “After Marriage” is more than just a love story — it’s a journey through silence, chaos, heartbreak, and healing. I promise you a story that will make you laugh when you least expect it and cry when you don’t want to. I promise you characters who are beautifully flawed, frustratingly human, and deeply real. I promise tension, misunderstandings, soft moments, and fierce ones — all stitched together with raw emotion and quiet hope. This isn’t a perfect romance. This is about two women who learn that love doesn’t always arrive the way we imagine — sometimes it comes late, sometimes through pain, and sometimes… disguised as a contract. But when it finally finds them, it stays. So, as you turn each page, I hope you feel every heartbeat, every fight, every smile, and every scar. And above all, I promise — by the end of this story, you’ll believe that real love… never truly forgets. With all my heart, — The Author

Alpha Eryx has waited his whole life to hear the second heartbeat... the unmistakable sign that his heir has finally been conceived. This heartbeat isn’t something just anyone can sense. Only Alphas from rare bloodline can hear it, and only when the heir is their own. So when Eryx finally hears it, he’s overjoyed. His legacy has begun. But what he doesn’t know is that the child isn’t growing inside his Luna, Morgana. The real mother is Morgana’s virgin servant, an innocent girl who has never been touched, and who is now terrified and confused by a pregnancy she can’t explain. She doesn’t know how it happened or whose child it is. It all began when Eryx, after many failed attempts to conceive naturally, suggested insemination. Morgana agreed, but she didn’t allow the doctors to go through with it. But Somehow, the procedure still happened… and was done to the wrong woman. Now, as the truth begins to surface, Morgana panics. Desperate to keep her position as Luna and find the real mother, and make her abort the pregnancy, she starts searching_ unaware that the girl she’s looking for is right under her nose. When she can’t find her in time, Morgana makes a dangerous choice. She fakes her own pregnancy and tries to present another man’s baby as Eryx’s heir, desperate to confuse him before his suspicions deepen.

(R18 and smut) WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND SCENES OF SEXUAL NATURE In his world, humans don’t survive. But she might rule. She was just a thief. He was a king—deadly, shapeshifting, and ready to kill for what she stole. But when the relic fuses into her body, killing her isn’t an option. Now, Rose is trapped in his kingdom, bound to his power… and burning under his touch. He wants the relic. She wants her freedom. But some things weren’t meant to be stolen—especially a king’s obsession.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were nearly extinct, rare, coveted, and vital. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, ensuring the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She would make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they would taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They would use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they would kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

Love Triangle development later...but not whom you expect. So an advance warning. ______ The world's No. 1 Beloved Hunter has a secret. She's a female and second, she's a lazy know-it-all who does not want to do anything but laze around and have fun. The dungeons? Not her concern. The tower that marks the progress of humanity? That does not feel as important as her college entrance exam result she is failing. The only concern Nero has is to keep her identity a secret from her sick mother and to make sure she lives a calm life. But that’s easier said than done when one is the older sister of an S-ranked hunter as well as a genius potion maker. Nero wants to live a calm life, but the world does not want her to live while hiding. And the biggest culprit behind her life being turned upside down is no other than her own patron - the mysterious being called ‘?’ who keeps on wanting her to fully apply her potential and to maintain her crown as the world’s #1. ______ There will be romance.

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her designer leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

Sienna needs a job. Julian needs a new assistant — though he’s already fired five in the past three months. When their worlds collide, sparks fly. Every day feels like a battlefield… but also a growing tug-of-war neither of them can resist. Until one late night at the office… they lose control. Let’s join membership at my patreon patreon.com/FeiFei_ get benefit : early access 2 chapter/day POV character Sneak peek

Tessy Brown, an only daughter of her parents, was treated badly in her marriage, but forced to endure all the ill treatment for the sake of her father's business. Three years down the line, her husband presented her with a pre birthday gift — his ex girlfriend, who he introduced as his new wife. Heartbroken and shattered, Tessy accepts divorce and gives in to her drunken desire, having sex with a complete stranger she met at her workplace. That single encounter changed her life forever, opening her to a world she never knew existed, and a life she never would have believed she lived in the past. *** Cursed to abhor the touch of a woman after the death of his mate, Roman Gavriel, the Lycan ruler of the entire werewolf communities and a revered billionaire in the human communities, lived a long life of ruthlessness and loneliness. Already resigned to his fate, he decided to test different ways to end his miserable life. When one of his experiments successfully knocked him unconscious, he landed in the hospital where he felt the touch of life that aroused all of the feelings he thought he had killed and buried. At that moment, he knew he was never letting her go, not for anything or anyone in the world.

“Is this a joke?” That was the first thing Felix thought when he turned 18 and sensed his mate bond. How could Jared possibly be his mate?! The man who bullied him since they were kids, a complete player, and the pupil of Felix’s ‘beloved’ father?! Sure, he was powerful, handsome and leader of their pack - the best match out there, that any other Omega would die for… But nope, not Felix! Felix had no idea what Moon Goddess was thinking, but he wasn’t going to sit still and accept his fate. The problem was that Jared wanted him… And during his first heat, Felix accidentally slept with him! He’d never agree to break their bond now! Well then… What else could a guy do but to run away? But fate wasn’t done dealing with him. Soon after he left, he discovered he was pregnant! From then on, he not only would have to worry about his own survival, but also take care of a child! Two months later, after traveling across the country, he finally found a nice town to settle in. No pack controlling the area, just a few rogues and other rejects. Perfect. After his terrible first match, Felix didn’t want another mate! Except. As Felix was busy getting his new life in order and preparing to welcome his baby, a handsome and dangerous - or maybe dangerously handsome? - Alpha stopped by in town. Kade, the next leader of the Bloodmoon Pack, one of the most powerful packs out there! And Felix sensed a bond between them… “Really? Really? I have to go through this again?!” “Thanks but no thanks, I would rather be a rogue!” Felix said, hugging a fox that made its home in his pantry… And the fox snickered, burying its head in Felix’s neck.