Omar Borkan Gala

Synopsis: Cherry Lips Isabella Voss, a fiery aspiring artist with cherry-red lips and a past she’d rather forget, never expected to catch the eye of Julian Blackwood, a reclusive billionaire whose cold exterior hides a hunger for connection. When a chance encounter at a high-society art gala sparks an undeniable attraction, their worlds collide in a whirlwind of desire, power, and secrets. Julian, used to controlling everything, finds himself unraveling under Isabella’s bold charm, while she grapples with the vulnerability of surrendering to a man who could break her heart—or her carefully rebuilt life. As their passionate affair deepens, hidden enemies and past betrayals threaten to tear them apart. From opulent penthouses to sultry late-night rendezvous, Cherry Lips is a tale of lust, love, and the high stakes of trusting someone with your soul.

“Não serei definida como uma ‘desviante sem lobo’ Não serei um peão nos ‘jogos que os Alfas jogam’ E me recuso a ser emparelhada com o estranho que irrompeu em minha vida e virou tudo de cabeça para baixo... Só que esse talvez seja o meu maior desafio até agora.” Essas foram as palavras que Lyla repetiu para si mesma enquanto deixava a gala anual de lobisomens, encharcada de seu suor e seus feromônios. Há apenas alguns dias, ela era uma adolescente feliz existindo no mundo humano – tentando passar pela faculdade e ir para longe, esquecer tudo o que vivenciou e começar a vida de novo, mas agora, ela está no meio da gala, estendida no chão com seus desejos expostos na cara de todos e o Alfa Ramsey Kincaid – o líder Lycan do Trono da Lua Branca estendendo as mãos em sua direção. Se ela aceitar, trará desonra para sua família porque ela não está em condições de se misturar com ninguém, quanto mais com o líder Lycan que estava fora de sua liga e se ela recusar, ela corre o risco de ser enviada à prisão da alcateia por não cuidar melhor de si mesma durante seu cio – sim, era um crime para ela estar sem um lobo. Mas quando ele a toca, algo dentro dela se agita... Desejos? Sim! Poderes ocultos pela deusa Lua? Sim! E talvez, apenas talvez, os sinais de seu lobo desaparecido cuja voz pode acalmar lobos ferozes e curar... Ela conseguirá confiar neste homem cuja boca diz uma coisa e suas mãos falam outra língua ou ela se tornará um peão – uma peça de xadrez nos jogos ‘que os Alfas jogam’? Uma coisa é certa: Lyla Woodlands estava farta de ser a pequena e suja ‘desviante sem lobo’ da alcateia. É hora desta maravilha sem lobo mostrar do que ela é feita. #Queima lenta #Antigas profecias esvoaçantes # Triângulo Amoroso - ML e melhor amigo da FL #Vilão apaixonado pela FL Participe do meu grupo no discord: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4

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.”

In the neon-drenched heart of modern Shanghai, **Qí Hǔ**—a former orphanage protector turned reclusive silk merchant—guards lethal secrets behind his shop’s dusty shelves. When the criminal syndicate **“Nightingale Loom”** resurfaces, leaving cobalt silk threads at grisly crime scenes, Qí Hǔ is dragged back into a war he thought he’d buried. Forced to reunite with his estranged found family—a tech billionaire, a ruthless fashion CEO, and a loyal detective—he must confront the ghosts of his violent past. Their mission ignites when **Liú Xīngchén (柳星辰)**, China’s most luminous actress, joins their ranks. Haunted by her friend’s disappearance at a Loom-connected gala, she trades red carpets for shadow ops, using her fame to infiltrate high-society hellscapes where silk masks bloodstained deals. As the **“Shadow Weavers”**, they transform Qí Hǔ’s shop into a clandestine fortress, weaving traps with threads of tech, tailoring, and tactical genius. But the Loom’s mastermind watches from the glittering darkness, ready to shred their new family apart. From haunted alleyways to vipers’ ballrooms, Qí Hǔ and Xīngchén walk a razor’s edge between vengeance and redemption—where every stitch in the shadows could save Shanghai... or unravel their souls.

Trois jours. C'est à quel point j'étais proche d'épouser Alistair, l'homme que j'avais aimé pendant six ans, l'homme dont j'avais littéralement sauvé la vie avec mon propre sang rare. J'admirais juste la dernière perle de ma robe de mariée, une robe dans laquelle j'avais mis toute mon âme, quand il a appelé. Le mariage ? Annulé. Il épousait ma demi-sœur, Ivy. Son souhait de mourante, disait-il. Six mois à vivre, peut-être moins. Le comble ? Il avait déjà pris ma robe de mariée de mon studio pour elle. Comme ça, six ans, d'innombrables transfusions, nos rêves partagés – tous jetés aux oubliettes pour la fille qui avait fait de ma vie un enfer depuis l'enfance. Il m'a même offert une "compensation", comme si mon avenir avait une étiquette de prix. Mais si Alistair et Ivy pensaient que j'allais simplement m'effondrer, ils m'ont sérieusement sous-estimée. Ils voulaient mon fiancé ? D'accord. Mais cela leur coûterait cher. D'abord, notre entreprise de mode multi-millions de dollars, Evening Gala – construite sur mes designs, ma vision. Il l'a cédée. Puis, un million pour la robe volée. Il a payé. Un autre million pour les bijoux de mariage qu'ils ont osé me demander de remettre à Ivy. Cha-ching. On pourrait penser qu'ils apprendraient. Mais non. Leur proposition suivante était la plus insultante : Alistair a réellement suggéré que je devrais juste attendre. Qu'après le 'décès inévitable' d'Ivy dans quelques mois, lui et moi pourrions simplement reprendre là où nous nous étions arrêtés, avoir un mariage encore meilleur. Sérieusement ? C'en était assez. Si Ivy voulait jouer à la mariée avec ma vie, elle allait goûter à ce qui arrive quand on pousse quelqu'un trop loin. Disons simplement que la célébration dans sa chambre d'hôpital impliquait beaucoup plus de fumée, d'eau et de cris qu'elle n'avait prévu, tout cela grâce à un petit cadeau de mariage de ma part. Maintenant ils savent que je ne suis plus la même Hazel qu'ils pouvaient piétiner. J'ai mon entreprise, une pile de leur argent, et beaucoup de comptes à régler. Ils pensent que c'est fini ? Ce jeu de vengeance ne fait que commencer. Et croyez-moi, je joue pour gagner.

“I will not be defined as a ‘wolfless deviant’ I will not be a pawn in the 'games Alphas play' And I refuse to be mated to the stranger who crashed into my life and turned everything upside down… Only that might be my biggest challenge yet.” Those were the words Lyla chanted to herself as she left the annual werewolf gala, drenched in her sweat and her pheromones. Only days ago, she was a happy teenager existing in the human world – trying to get through college and go far away, forget everything she’s been through and start life afresh but now, she’s in the middle of the gala, sprawled on the ground with her desires in everyone’s face and Alpha Ramsey Kincaid – the Lycan leader of the White Moon Throne extending his hands towards her. If she takes it, she would bring dishonour to her family because she is in no state to be mingling with anyone, talk more of the Lycan leader who was out of her league and if she refuses, she risks being sent to the pack prison for not taking better care of herself during her heat - Yes, it was a crime for her to be without a wolf. But when he touches her, something inside her stirs… Desires? Yes! Powers hidden by the moon goddess? Yes! And maybe just maybe, the stirrings of her missing wolf whose voice can calm feral wolves and heal … Can she learn to trust this man whose mouth says a different thing and his hands speak another language or would she become a pawn – a piece of chess in the games ‘Alphas play’? One thing’s for certain- Lyla Woodlands was done being the pack’s little, dirty ‘wolfless deviant’. It’s time this wolfless wonder showed them what she’s made of. #Slow burn #Wispy old prophecies # Love Triangle - ML and FL best friend #Villian in love with FL Join my discord group: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4

She was the scatterbrained journalist Xia Yanxin, who infiltrated the Heaven-Earth Gala to interview for an exclusive story and inadvertently provoked the Supreme dark young master. Amidst the dark cruise and a twisted hunting game, she turned his world upside down. From then on, she became his private pet of the night, trapped in a fate from which she could not escape. He was the Prince of the night, the mischievous Long Yutian. He was used to controlling everything, scheming tirelessly for her, but in the end, he lost his heart... Perhaps in that hunting game, he was the real loser!

Yorick had never thought he would amount to much, if anything. Jumping from apprenticeship to apprenticeship, he continued to lose hope that the town would see him as anything but a failure. When he became a squire under Sir Van Amstel, however, his luck seemed to change. Until the gods decided otherwise, that is. Thrown into the mix of a vengeful mage and bickering gods, he had finally been given a purpose. The only thing left to fear was whether or not he'd live to fulfill it. - After the purposeful eradication of her people, Henrietta swore she would do everything she could to make the ones at fault pay. The culmination of her training and patience helped her to find exactly what she needed: the God-Kissed. Stumbling on Galaes, the sin of her past, and Yorick, the key to her future, while traveling to the Emperor's Academy of Excellence, she realized what fate had in store. But making her way to the top in a school of blood-thirsty and power-hungry people isn't going to be easy, especially when she's wanted for high treason.

Riley Bennett is a sharp, fiercely independent screenwriter from Los Angeles, weighed down by her family’s mounting debts and her mother’s critical illness. As she struggles in a cutthroat publishing industry, a chance encounter at an Upper East Side gala introduces her to Alexander Grant—CEO of the Grant Group, heir to a British noble family, and a cold, calculated titan of finance. Alexander is under immense pressure from his aristocratic family to marry before his 27th birthday or lose his right to inherit. Disdainful of love and emotionally distant, he proposes a solution: a marriage contract. Riley, desperate to help her family, reluctantly agrees. Their three-year agreement is clear: no romance, no intimacy, no interference in each other’s personal lives—but in public, they must act like a picture-perfect couple. What begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Living under the same roof, Riley's warmth and sincerity begin to thaw Alexander’s icy exterior. She uncovers the traumas he hides beneath his controlled facade, while he finds himself captivated by her spirit—an unexpected, irreplaceable presence in his life. Just as emotions begin to surface, Alexander’s aristocratic first love, Elena, returns to the spotlight, announcing their “rekindled romance” to the media. Crushed and feeling like a mere pawn, Riley launches a “self-destructive breakup plan”—wild parties, tabloid scandals, and daring outfits—hoping Alexander will walk away. But Alexander doesn’t. Instead, his jealousy reveals emotions he can no longer contain. When Riley is nearly humiliated at a high-society gala, Alexander publicly claims her as his wife in a dramatic, protective gesture—turning media frenzy into a declaration of devotion. As they grow closer again, Riley’s famous ex, Hollywood actor Lucas Ward, reappears offering both affection and funding for her new screenplay. Alexander opposes it, leading to a heated argument and yet another emotional rift. Meanwhile, Elena fakes a pregnancy to trap Alexander, triggering chaos in the family and threatening his inheritance. Caught between love and legacy, Alexander makes his choice. He flies to Los Angeles, finds Riley backstage at her script premiere, and kneels before her with a heartfelt vow: “If I could rewrite the contract, I’d write your name next to forever.” Riley lets down her guard. They stop running from their feelings and rewrite the rules. In the end, Alexander gives up part of his control over the company to keep what matters most—her. Riley’s script is adapted into an Oscar-winning film, marking her breakthr In a contract built on conditions, love was the one clause never written—yet the only one that couldn’t be broken.

``` —No voy a ser definida como una desviada sin lobo. —No seré un peón en los juegos que juegan los Alfas. —Y me niego a ser emparejada con el extraño que irrumpió en mi vida y puso todo patas arriba... —Solo que esa podría ser mi mayor desafío hasta ahora. Esas eran las palabras que Lyla se repetía a sí misma al salir de la gala anual de hombres lobo, empapada en su sudor y sus feromonas. Hace apenas unos días, era una adolescente feliz existiendo en el mundo humano —tratando de pasar la universidad e irse lejos, olvidar todo lo que había pasado y comenzar la vida de nuevo— pero ahora, está en medio de la gala, tendida en el suelo con sus deseos a la vista de todos y el Alfa Ramsey Kincaid —el líder Licano del Trono de la Luna Blanca— extendiendo sus manos hacia ella. Si lo acepta, deshonraría a su familia porque no está en condiciones de mezclarse con nadie, qué decir del líder Licano que estaba fuera de su alcance y si se niega, corre el riesgo de ser enviada a la prisión de la manada por no cuidarse mejor durante su celo —sí, era un crimen para ella estar sin un lobo. Pero cuando él la toca, algo dentro de ella se remueve... ¿Deseos? ¡Sí! ¿Poderes ocultos por la diosa de la Luna? ¡Sí! Y quizás, solo quizás, los movimientos de su lobo perdido cuya voz puede calmar a los lobos feroces y curar... ¿Puede aprender a confiar en este hombre cuya boca dice una cosa y sus manos hablan otro idioma o se convertirá en un peón —una pieza de ajedrez en los juegos que juegan los Alfas? Una cosa es segura: Lyla Woodland había terminado de ser la pequeña y sucia desviada sin lobo de la manada. Es hora de que esta maravilla sin lobo les muestre de qué está hecha. #Amor lento #Profecías antiguas y etéreas #Triángulo amoroso —ML y mejor amiga de FL #Villano enamorado de FL Únete a mi grupo de discord: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4 ```

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

I whimpered in pain. This is how it feels like to be cursed, right? That's me, Kaidaira Steele. Sold by mother, raised to be Ryder's little whore, rejected by best friend of nineteen years and husband of six years! It gets worse! Destined to die from a fucking severed bond from a miscreant with the weakest fucking wolf in existence! *** I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear my parents talk. “Who will take a deviant like her if she's incapable of doing the bare minimum. She's sterile! You heard Alpha Greg on national TV!" "So what are you saying Michael?" It was my mother's voice. "I'm saying it just became extremely harder to pawn her off to some poor unsuspecting beta. I'm saying she's extremely useless to us. I'm saying who could love and accept a miscreant like her. I'm saying let her be the pack whore. That way she's not entirely useless to me and my warriors will be in a good mood” *** Kaidaira is rejected by her husband because she's barren. She runs from the pack that disgraced and humiliated her and She goes back to her own pack hoping her loving parents would welcome her back but all she meets are parents who have turned cold and a pack who regard her as bed warmers, the pack public whore to be! After almost encountering an assault, Kaidaira decided to take up her brother's offer to enter in the yearly gala for a second rate mate. Reluctantly she goes but sneaks out because it reeked of desperation and she was in heat. There she meets Delta Kinnley, A Prince who has a secret of his own thus they strike a deal of the century. A contract marriage. Kaidaira has one demand - prove the world wrong by getting pregnant! Cover is not mine. credit goes to the rightful owner

She only wanted to disappear. He was never supposed to notice her. Lyra Elmont has built her life on invisibility—an unbonded Omega hiding in the corridors of the powerful Virelux Corporation. But a single misstep at the company gala ends in heat, instinct, and a night in the arms of the Alpha she fears most: CEO Cassian Dorne. She flees before dawn. Leaves no name. No trace. Except for a broken heirloom earring... and the bond neither of them expected. Now, as Lyra battles rising instincts and a pregnancy she can’t explain away, Cassian is drawn to a scent he can’t forget—haunted by a ghost he never knew he touched. Secrets unravel, tensions rise, and instinct threatens to destroy the careful world they’ve built. In a society where bonds define status and secrecy is survival, some claims are impossible to erase.

Isabelle Montgomery - the sole heir of Montgomery Holdings, an empire spanning real estate, fashion, and lifestyle media , gave up everything for the man she believed was her true love. She broke off her engagement to the kind man her father had chosen and married Nathan Blackwell - her first love from school. For five years, their life appeared perfect to the world. But behind the glittering façade and the smiles for the media, a devastating betrayal was unfolding. Nathan wasn’t just unfaithful. He had also transferred all of Isabelle’s assets into his own name through legal manipulation and loopholes in the very marriage he had so cunningly orchestrated. And when the truth finally came to light, Isabelle lost more than just her love and fortune. She lost her life , in a car crash beneath the pouring rain. In the final moments before death claimed her, she saw her husband and his mistress smiling in satisfaction as her body lay broken. But fate granted her a second chance, Isabelle woke up in the past, on the night of Montgomery Holdings' 20th anniversary gala, the night when it all began. This time, she will not fall in love. She will not choose Nathan. And she will not let anyone take what is rightfully hers. The love that once killed her, she will now destroy with her own cold hands.

THE LOVE CONTRACT: SYNOPSIS When 24-year-old Zara agrees to a blind date her mother arranged just to get her off her back she expects awkward small talk and maybe a free dinner. What she doesn't expect is Damien Cross, the arrogant, dangerously charming CEO of her ex-boyfriend’s company. And worse? He knows exactly who she is.He makes her a bold offer: pretend to be his girlfriend for a few weeks to get his relentless family and the media off his back. In return, he’ll make sure her ex—the one who ghosted her and then spread lies regrets ever letting her go.Zara knows fake dating never ends well. But one flash of Damien’s cocky grin, and she finds herself in over her head—living in his penthouse, wearing designer gowns to galas, and faking kisses that feel far too real.But as lines blur and secrets surface, Zara begins to wonder…Is she faking this relationship or falling into one?A swoony, sharp-tongued rom-com about second chances, fake love, and the unexpected real thing.

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.

"Saya tidak akan didefinisikan sebagai 'penyimpangan tanpa serigala'" Saya tidak akan menjadi bidak dalam 'permainan yang dimainkan Para Alpha' Dan saya menolak untuk menjadi pasangan dari orang asing yang menerobos masuk ke dalam hidup saya dan mengubah segala sesuatunya menjadi terbalik... Hanya saja, itu mungkin akan menjadi tantangan terbesar saya."" Itulah kata-kata yang Lyla ucapkan pada dirinya sendiri saat dia meninggalkan gala tahunan werewolf, basah oleh keringat dan feromonnnya. Hanya beberapa hari yang lalu, dia adalah remaja yang bahagia yang hidup di dunia manusia - berusaha untuk menyelesaikan kuliah dan pergi jauh, melupakan segala sesuatu yang telah dia lalui dan memulai hidup baru. Tapi sekarang, dia berada di tengah-tengah gala, tergeletak di tanah dengan hasratnya terpampang di hadapan semua orang dan Alpha Ramsey Kincaid - pemimpin Lycan dari Tahta Bulan Putih mengulurkan tangannya kepadanya. Jika dia menerimanya, dia akan membawa aib ke keluarganya karena dia tidak dalam keadaan untuk bersosialisasi dengan siapa pun, apalagi pemimpin Lycan yang jauh di luar jangkauannya. Dan jika dia menolak, dia risiko dikirim ke penjara kawanan karena tidak merawat dirinya dengan baik selama masa birahi - Ya, itu adalah kejahatan baginya untuk tidak memiliki serigala. Tapi ketika dia menyentuhnya, sesuatu di dalam dirinya bergerak... Hasrat? Ya! Kekuatan yang tersembunyi oleh dewi bulan? Ya! Dan mungkin saja inilah hasrat dari serigala yang hilang, yang suaranya dapat menenangkan serigala ganas dan menyembuhkan... Bisakah dia belajar untuk mempercayai pria ini yang mulutnya mengatakan satu hal dan tangannya berbicara dalam bahasa yang lain, atau akankah dia menjadi bidak - sebuah potongan catur dalam permainan 'yang dimainkan Para Alpha'? Satu hal yang pasti - Lyla Woodlands sudah cukup dengan perlakuan kawanan yang menganggapnya sebagai 'penyimpangan tanpa serigala' yang kotor dan rendah. Sudah saatnya wanita tanpa serigala yang luar biasa ini menunjukkan apa yang dia miliki. #Pembakaran Lambat #Ramalan Tua yang Menyerang # Segitiga Cinta - ML dan FL sahabat #Villain yang jatuh cinta dengan FL Bergabung dengan grup discord saya: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4

--- The Devil's Whispers Prologue — Two Years Ago Before everything fell apart, they kissed in a chapel no one was supposed to enter. It was the kind of place left behind by time—old wood pews, cracked stained glass, and melted wax stuck to stone. No prayers lived here anymore. Just dust and secrets. Emory Vale had come to be alone. It was the night of the Vale family gala—another cold, expensive lie she had to smile through. But instead of staying for toasts and photos, she slipped away in heels that clicked like guilt down the hallway of the east wing. She didn’t expect anyone to follow her. But someone did. Skye Thorne. She should’ve known. Skye never followed rules, only people who tried to escape him. --- He stood near the altar when she turned and saw him—dressed in all black, his hands in his coat pockets like he wasn’t in a sacred place but somewhere made for sinners. His expression wasn’t teasing. It was unreadable. Too quiet for someone like him. “What do you want?” she asked, trying not to let her voice shake. “You left the party early,” he said. “So?” “So I came to see if you were running again.” She laughed bitterly. “From what? My family? Or you?” He didn’t answer right away. And that silence spoke louder than anything. --- Everyone at Braxton knew Emory Vale and Skye Thorne had history— but no one knew how deep it ran. They weren’t lovers. Not really. They were fire and ice. Curse and craving. A thousand almosts wrapped in silence. That night, two years ago, was the first time Emory let him see her cry. It was the first time he touched her without making a joke. The first time she realized he wasn’t just dangerous. He was dangerous for her. --- “You don’t know me,” she said as he stepped closer. “I do,” he said. “Better than he does.” Emory flinched. He was talking about Ezra—the boy her mother approved of. The safe one. The boring one. The wrong one. “He’s good for me,” she said, half-whisper. Skye tilted his head. “Then why do you always look for me in every room he walks into?” Her heart thudded. And then he stepped even closer. Just one breath away. “If you want me to leave, say it,” he said. But she didn’t. Because she couldn’t. And when she finally kissed him—when their mouths collided like two storms—it wasn’t soft. It was desperate. Dangerous. And unforgettable. --- That night changed everything. But no one ever found out. Not about the kiss. Not about the lie she told the next morning. Not about how she left him bleeding in the dark for something she couldn’t explain. Not about how he never forgave her. Not even now. Not even two years later, as the story begins again. --- End of Prologue

His wife, His mistake – Synopsis Four years ago, Arya vanished. No goodbye. No trace. No explanation. But she took one thing with her — his child. When Arya discovered her billionaire husband’s affair, she didn’t argue. She signed the divorce papers, packed her silence, and disappeared into the world… carrying a secret he’d never know. Now, four years later, Damon Blackwood sees her again — not on purpose — but at a charity gala, standing across the room in a black dress… holding a little boy who looks just like him. The past rushes back. So do the questions. Why did she leave? Why didn’t she tell him? And why does seeing her again make his cold heart beat faster? He wants answers. She wants to run. But the truth? It wants to be revealed.

In the vast seas beyond, she is known as Lyra Marie Stonehaven, the only princess of the United Kingdom of Eldoria. Born as the youngest child and only daughter of King Caspian, a sovereign of a vast empire, she bears the constant burden of royal duty and the unyielding scrutiny of the public. Her days are meticulously orchestrated, filled with state dinners, diplomatic meetings, and charity galas, each step scrutinized and every word memorized. She embodies regal perfection, the living symbol of millennia of tradition and expectation. Driven by an unshakeable yearning for something more, she vanished without a trace, leaving her crown and inheritance behind. Now, in the pulsating, anonymous heart of a faraway country's vibrant music scene, she's known only as "Anya Spencer", an enigmatic singer and songwriter whose raw, emotional lyrics and captivating melodies have taken the globe by storm. Her concerts sell out in minutes, her albums break streaming records, and her face graces magazine covers worldwide. Like a modern-day phenomenon, she's achieved the kind of meteoric rise and devoted fanbase that rivals can’t even keep up. Here, amidst the flashing lights and liberating anonymity, she's found a freedom in which her previous life could never offer, living out loud through her music. It's a dangerous double life, where one wrong step, one glimpse of her true identity, could shatter her empire of sound and drag her back to the life she desperately fled. But one night, her worst nightmare happened.

In Port Sterling’s city of holographic towers and hidden secrets, Elara Meng dances to reclaim her mother’s legacy from the sinister Project Phoenix—a corporate conspiracy fusing art with control. Trapped by Kian Huo, her conflicted captor and lover, Elara redefines the hypnotic Phoenix Dance into a weapon of defiance. As the Phoenix Foundation’s gala looms, secrets unravel: Detective Julian Zheng hunts a killer linked to a cryptic video, while Liam Feng risks his family’s fragile empire to expose the Huo dynasty’s dark truths. Guided by the haunting “Matriarch’s Melody,” Elara’s performance will be no tribute—it’s a rebellion broadcast live. But with Seraphina, the shadowy architect, orchestrating from the dark, every step could be her last. Waltz in a Cage is a pulse-pounding psychological thriller blending dark romance and corporate intrigue, where art becomes resistance, and every choice risks everything. Will Elara rise like a phoenix, or be consumed by the flames of betrayal?

Lila Harper, a 26-year-old maid with dreams of becoming a chef, works in the luxurious penthouse of Elliot Voss, a 32-year-old billionaire tech mogul hardened by a past betrayal. What begins as a professional relationship sparks into a forbidden romance when a coffee-spilling mishap leads to late-night kitchen conversations and shared bites of Lila’s homemade focaccia. As their connection deepens—fueled by stolen moments, a lavish charity gala, and Elliot’s unexpected gift of a high-end mixer—Lila grapples with her ambitions and insecurities about fitting into Elliot’s elite world. Complicating matters is Cassandra Leigh, Elliot’s manipulative ex-fiancée, whose reappearance threatens to derail their budding relationship. With Lila’s culinary school dreams on the line and Elliot’s guarded heart thawing, they must navigate societal expectations, personal fears, and external pressures to discover if love can bridge the gap between their worlds.

Tropes: Cold-to-Obsessed ML · Transformation Arc · Secrets & Lies · Enemies-to-Lovers ongoing serial New episode (chapter) drops daily! He gave her the divorce… She took his empire. Lianna Serein married Kian Vale out of duty… an invisible wife in a loveless arrangement. Three years of cold dinners, separate beds, and silent nights left her a ghost in his life. When Kian finally signs the papers to free himself, he expects nothing more than a quiet exit. He never reads the fine print. At the stroke of his pen, Lianna activates the clause her late mother embedded deep in their marriage contract… half of Vale Corporation…including every share, asset, and pre-marital holding…now belongs to the Serein partner upon divorce. Suddenly, the woman he dismissed as weak emerges as a ruthless force of nature. Now she’s CEO of her own brand, a media darling, and a billionaire in her own right. She reinvents herself in scarlet heels and tailored power suits… waging a quiet war from penthouse boardrooms to glittering galas. All the while, Kian watches from across his kingdom, his icy composure cracking into obsession… and regret. With old alliances crumbling and new rivals emerging… Kian’s cold fiancée Cassandra, Lianna’s shadowy lawyer Juno Thorne, and a cutthroat investor who’s more than he seems… no one is safe. She’s no longer his wife… She’s his greatest threat. And this time? She will not be silenced.

In the glittering chaos of Bangkok’s underground, where power, sex, and secrets collide, an unexpected one-night stand sparks a dangerous and passionate bond between two men from completely different worlds. Mek is a strong-willed, sharp-tongued omega—an art student with dreams, scars, and no patience for arrogant men. One wild night at a club, he crosses paths with Phayu, the dangerously handsome heir to the Enigma mafia empire. Cold, unreadable, and devastatingly attractive, Phayu takes what he wants—and that night, what he wants is Mek. Their heated encounter leaves Mek rattled. Not only was Phayu his first—but he took Mek’s virginity with no apology and no promise. Furious and humiliated, Mek vows never to see him again. But fate has other plans. When Phayu begins seeking him out again, they fall into a bedfriends arrangement—passionate, reckless, and painfully undefined. Mek swears it means nothing. Phayu claims he doesn’t believe in love. Yet, every night they share chips away at the walls they’ve both built around their hearts. When Phayu’s powerful family pressures him to bring home a respectable omega, he panics—and names Mek as his secret lover. Caught off-guard, Mek agrees to fake a relationship, not knowing it will change everything. At the grand mafia gala, Mek charms Phayu’s parents, silences cruel uncles, and plays the perfect boyfriend role too well. But behind the act, real feelings are beginning to burn. Phayu, for the first time, sees Mek as more than just a distraction. Mek begins to wonder if there’s more to Phayu than cold hands and heated kisses. As their “fake” relationship deepens into something too real to deny, enemies from the past begin to resurface. Rome, a rival mafia boss, attempts to hurt Mek. Phayu arrives just in time to save him—but the rescue comes at a cost, forcing both men to face the truth: they were never just playing. Now, Mek must navigate life as the chosen partner of a mafia prince, while Phayu learns what it means to truly protect and cherish someone not with power—but with love. Amid family pressure, old enemies, and personal fears, the two must decide if their story is just a passing chapter... or the beginning of something much bigger. In a world where trust is rare and love is a weakness, can a scarred omega and a guarded mafia heir choose each other—for real? Or will the weight of their worlds tear them apart before they ever get the chance?

Zonner and Harrow are private investigators, but only in name do their professions overlap. Harrow is the pragmatic sleuth, solving mundane betrayals and petty crimes in a world on the cusp of technological revolution. Zonner, on the other hand, courts the supernatural—battling creatures of myth, speaking sacred chants, and surviving on favors from beings beyond mortal understanding. While Harrow scoffs at ghost stories, Zonner dances with demons in the alleyways. When Zonner receives a mysterious letter summoning him to protect Lena Whittaker, the young daughter of a powerful duke, at an upcoming noble gala, he suspects a trap—or worse, a test. But he accepts. Something ancient stirs beneath the polished veneer of high society, and Lena may be its harbinger… or its prey.

Mythic Ascension: Rise of the Spear Saint Tags: Urban Fantasy • Found Family • Humor + Action • Misfit MC • Hidden Power • Smart-Mouthed Weapon • Gritty Setting • Prophecy with Punchlines Kyren Omari isn’t some chosen hero. He’s a broke teen hustling soup with a busted spear and a sarcastic younger brother. But when the sky lights up with his name and a mysterious power downloads into his soul—laughing all the way—Kyren becomes public enemy number one. Now everyone wants his head: bounty hunters, cultists, and a very formal assassin with a book that says Kyren’s story should end... immediately. He’s outgunned, undertrained, and his martial style won’t stop roasting him. So what does he do? He fights back.

Jayden Omari has spent his entire life in the shadows—of poverty, of rejection, of a name he never knew was his. As the poorest student at an elite private school, he’s mocked by classmates, abandoned by the girl he loved, and dismissed as just another nobody from the slums of Nairobi. But fate has a secret. When a mysterious letter leads him to a mansion in the heart of Karen, Jayden discovers a shocking truth: he is the only son of Richard Lexington, one of Africa’s wealthiest and most feared billionaires. Overnight, his world flips. Money, power, and legacy are suddenly within reach. But Jayden doesn’t want the spotlight. He doesn’t want to lose the few friends who loved him before the fame. So he creates a second identity—secretly using his wealth to help others, all while pretending to be the same broke boy from Kibera. As his former girlfriend tries to return and old enemies emerge from the shadows, Jayden must navigate a double life of lies, love, and loyalty. How long can he hide the truth? And when the masks fall… will he lose everything? The Billionaire’s Child is a gripping, emotional journey of heartbreak, power, revenge, and redemption—a modern coming-of-age story set in the heart of Nairobi, where wealth can build empires, but only truth can build a life.