Maresol

Who is she?" "Her eyes are so dangerous." "She's different." "Is that really her?" "How strong she is." "All I want is peace. If you ruin it, I'll make you into pieces." Eve. I was lost in the middle of the forest because of the person I trusted the most. My body was covered in bruises. "a voice shattered my thoughts. "You can't run away from me. I let out a bitter laugh. If I'm going to die, I might as well face him. I stepped out from my hiding place and saw him standing by the waterfall. Slowly, I walked toward him. " he said without turning around, then faced me. "You know if you just give me your position," he smiled. "Even if you kill me, I'm not going to give you my position," I said firmly. He glared at me and drew his gun. "Then I don't have a choice," he said, aiming the gun at me. Before he could fire, I summoned all my strength and charged at him. The gun went off just as I embraced him, and we both plunged into the raging waters of the waterfall. I didn't feel the pain of the bullet wound; all I felt was the agony of my brother's betrayal. They know me as ruthless, merciless, and heartless, as well as for being skilled in various aspects like business. Of course, they know me for killing brutally. I'm the most powerful and dangerous person in this world, which is why they call me "Empress." But my personality toward my brother is the opposite. As my vision dimmed, despite his betrayal, I whispered, "I love you still, my little brother."

Zafierra Kyen Vega, a 22-year-old woman, was married off by her own father to a man she liked, but the problem was that he could never love her back. What if, during their honeymoon, she witnessed him sleeping with her younger sister-or more accurately, her stepsister? In that moment, she had no intention of confronting them or revealing herself and decided instead to go to a famous bar, where she poured out her pain and anger. What if she met a mysterious yet alluring man there, a man to whom she gave her soul and left by the beach? Will she forget what happened in the Maldives? And what if she sees the man again, this time as her personal driver? Will the same passion between them return, or will she distance herself because she is already a married woman?

I woke up to the stench of rust and rotting flesh, no longer a master botanist who commanded life itself, but a D-class exile dumped on a wasteland planet. Memories that weren't mine flooded in. I was framed by my stepsister, betrayed by my fiancé, and banished by my own family to the Ashfall Peninsula to die. The original girl actually starved to death in despair. The moment I opened my eyes, a scavenger tried to smash my skull with a rusty pipe just to eat me. After I killed him to survive, I discovered a harsher truth: in this universe, plant seeds are classified as A-level strategic resources, completely monopolized by the Imperium. But the universe had a sick sense of humor. A mandatory background scan suddenly triggered a galactic broadcast: I, the exiled trash, was a perfect genetic match for the Imperium's top war hero, General Alexander Orr. The family that ruthlessly erased my existence instantly saw me as a golden ticket. My cheating ex-fiancé was dispatched to drag me back, furious that his "property" was matched with someone else. They all thought I was still that weak, naive girl they could manipulate. But as I held the pure, glowing Life Source Crystals I had secretly extracted from the scrap heap, a cold smile crept onto my face. "I didn't come here to die. I came here to build an empire." I turned my back on the galactic broadcast and stepped into the deadly wilderness.

I was the eldest daughter of the Reynolds family, but in a world that worshipped dragon power, I was born completely "Dragonless." After ten years of being engaged to Prince Krishna, the King suddenly decreed that my fiancé would marry my half-sister Deena instead. As for me, my father ruthlessly discarded me. I was ordered to marry Lord Boyce Carlisle, a crippled, dying warlord with a shattered Dragon Core and failing organs. I was being sent to a desolate border fortress just to be a dying man's nursemaid, and then his widow. Deena flaunted her triumphant smile, whispering maliciously in my ear. "This is the fate a 'Dragonless' deserves. You're being sent there to be buried with him." My father didn't even look at me, treating my death sentence as a highly profitable political trade. The suffocating despair and humiliation drove me to tie a silk sash to the ceiling beam and kick the chair away. Why should I be thrown away like trash? Why did my mother and I have to die in obscurity while they celebrated their royal wedding? But as the noose tightened, a violent torrent of memories flooded my mind. I remembered my past life as a top surgeon on Earth who spent thirty years snatching lives back from the jaws of death. I didn't die. I cut myself down, wiped away my tears, and looked at my hands. I would heal this dying warlord, and use him to drag every single one of them to hell.

I was the adopted, "Dragonless" daughter of the Sterling family, bound by a prestigious marriage contract to my fiancé, Julian. But during the annual charity ball, I followed a secret note to a guest suite, only to catch him tangled on the sofa with my cousin, Isabelle. When I calmly called the Dragon Guard to expose their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me. Instead, they furiously blamed me. "It was an emergency! Our kind Isabelle used her scent to save him, and you just tried to destroy him!" They praised her as a hero, officially handed my fiancé over to her, and decided to punish me for tarnishing the family name. Their revenge was a new marriage contract. They were going to sell me off to Lord Valerius, a cruel, elderly man notorious for outliving three wives. I stared at the death sentence in my hands, my blood running cold. I was the one betrayed, yet I was being discarded like useless trash to pave the way for my cousin's happiness. Why should I let them destroy my life just to protect their twisted, perfect image? I didn't cry, and I refused to be their sacrificial lamb. I drafted a cold, calculated business proposal, packed my bags, and walked out of that toxic house forever. I was going to propose to the most ruthless, powerful predator in the kingdom-Gideon Montgomery. If I had to step into a dragon's lair, I would be the one to choose it.

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.

For five years, I held House Ward together with my own two hands-a Dragonless wife managing an ancient dragon-blooded estate, counting the days for my husband to come home from the war. He came home with a pregnant mistress on his arm and a son who wore his eyes. He petitioned the Dragon King to make her his legal co-consort, and entered their bastard into the bloodline registry as his heir. His family doted on the boy and treated me like a ghost-until the boy shoved a bowl of scalding soup onto my hand at dinner. "A Dragonless woman is worthy of a physician's time?" the matriarch sneered, hugging the grinning child. So I summoned my own physician. Paid from my own gold. And I smiled. Because I finally saw the game they were playing. I handed every key and every ledger to his clueless mistress-the very ledgers that prove House Ward is a gilded, crumbling shell held upright by my dowry alone. I accepted his co-consort. But I set one condition: the Rejection Ritual. A severance more final than divorce. They think I'm surrendering. They don't know I've already lit the fuse. Let the glittering house burn. I'm done being his wife.

I woke up floating. Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare. My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up." My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene. Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise. Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home. What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten. Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley. My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily? The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream. Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River. But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths. My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin.

When I decided to put my job as a sugar baby behind me, I never thought that 3 supernatural men would appear before me. Renald, the spoiled movie star –also a vampire-werewolf hybrid. Tony, the most wanted bachelor in the whole city –who is a demon. And Michael, the cold billionaire –plus an angel. On top of that, my previous sugar daddy admits that he is an immortal sorcerer AND is the other three men’s father! What is going on???

KYLE’S POV, “You are driving me crazy, girl, "I said as I took her earlobes in between my teeth and scraped them sexually, her moans filled my ear and I bite it harder as I recollected all I did just to get her to be mine, that is the price every human male makes to get to date a female werewolf. It is really crazy. Now, I am no longer a human. I am now an immortal who got his own power just like every werewolf. “Wait a little,” she said as she shoved me into the bed. I slumped on the bed as I attempted to quell my emotion. She twerked her asses in a way that sent some sensation down my spine, I groaned and held my dick. Suddenly she turned her face to me and I smiled, she frowned. “Who are you?” she asked me in a cozy voice as she paced up and down like a giant warrior. “What do you mean?” I asked as my gaze swiveled around and I saw the mirror overlooking her back. Has she discovered the new me? I implored in my mind. Then my eyes flickered. I stood up in speed and strode to the window and looked up at the stars. “I am a Vampire!” I yelled. There were four werewolves kingdoms in the oasis of Credos and those kingdoms enclosed human beings. There were restrictions and regulations guiding the peaceful co-existence between the four kingdoms and the humans for many years without any bleach. Until a college boy turned into a Vampire. The boy was always treated badly by the humans, especially his stepmother. He returned back home without anyone observing that he had died, he started attempting to unravel who he had become, he uncovered his new abilities and researched them. Without the human's awareness, he snipped himself and dipped his blood into liquor at a party, thus turning those who taste out of the liquor into Vampires. He compelled an army of Vampires and perpetrated anything to avenge the werewolves. Will the werewolves condone this? When the vampire boy and the daughter of one of the Alphas were mates? And the same girl was assigned to coax him into their den. Will she decide on love or her people? And there existed a brave human, HUNTER, who when others were terrified, was called to challenge and annihilate the Vampires. Will he accomplish his goals with the help of his siblings, the werewolves and daughter who is the Vampire boy and Werewolf girl's classmate and the Vampire boy's secret crushes?

Claire must cleverly deceive the enigmatic vampire prince while battling her unexpected desire for him, which threatens her plans.. Season 1 of The Fangs Series ‎ ‎ ‎Nothing in my life has come easily, and my current mission is no exception. My sister and I have journeyed deep into the heart of the vampire stronghold, where I must somehow convince Prince Bastien of House Allard to choose me as his next sanguine partner- the woman he will feed from. But my motives run deeper than mere companionship; I need to gather secrets that could protect my family from their looming threats. The prince is infuriatingly arrogant, and every encounter with him only fuels my disdain. Yet, the stakes are higher than my personal feelings. To keep my family safe, I have no choice but to get close to this powerful and infuriating vampire. It's a dangerous game, but I'm ready to play, even if it means stepping into the kind of darkness I've always feared. ‎With my family's lives on the line, I'll do whatever it takes. Even if that means letting this monster bite me.

What doesn't kill you...kills someone else, and leads you down an ethical rabbit hole. In the near future, paying users can rent the "virtual experiences" of other people. These "feeders" sublet their own bodies, at the risk of their own lives, so that customers can safely enjoy extreme, potentially self-destructive vices, like binge eating, cliff diving, or worse.