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Where I Belong
3.0M·RV.ElliottAva Mendez...Smart, sweet and one of the most loyal girls you will ever meet. After just having graduated from medical school becoming a qualified doctor Ava was looking for a job. Living at home with her mom 23 year old Ava was bored. All her life Ava was always buried in a book, her school work always came first and now with her having made her dream come true she was moving onto bigger things. Ava always felt something was missing in her life, had been since she was 7 years old. Her father. Frances 'Franko' Mendez president of the infamous Devils Due motorcycle club (mother chapter). Franko is a powerful and dangerous man who ruled over all Devils Due worldwide. He is highly respected but mostly feared by other MCs.Follow Ava through her journey of being thrust into a world where she doesn't belong. Ava was in search for her father but what she didn't expect to find in a club full of criminals was love.
Fake Dating My Ex’s Favourite Hockey Player
41.0K·Miss AnonymousZane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.
The Price of Your Prank
506·-It was the day of my wedding. I woke up at four in the morning to wait for the makeup artist. By seven o'clock, no one had shown up. Panic set in. I called my best friend, Tatum Rhodes. A burst of laughter came through the receiver. "Briar, how can you be so clueless?" "The bachelorette party last night got canceled at the last minute. Everyone went straight to the hotel." I grabbed my wedding dress. Rushed toward the venue. Sweat soaked my back by the time I arrived. The hotel was completely empty. My phone rang again. It was Tatum. She stifled a laugh. "Just pulling your leg. Don't tell me you actually went to the hotel?" "Destination weddings are the trend right now. We changed the venue to Hawaii ages ago. Everyone is waiting for you at the airport." I dragged the heavy garment bag. Sprinted from one terminal to the next. I searched the entire departure hall. I couldn't find a single trace of them. Right then, a video call popped up from Tatum. She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. "You're way too slow. We went ahead without you!" "There is no destination wedding. We just wanted to spend a week in Hawaii. We'll throw you a makeup wedding when we get back." The camera panned. My fiancé, Hudson Shaw, was pulling her suitcase. My parents stood right behind them. Their smiles were brighter than in any family portrait. Mom noticed my pale face. She frowned. "It's just a joke. Why the long face?" "Tatum is so much fun. Unlike you. You've been a killjoy since you were a kid, always making a mountain out of a molehill." Hudson draped his jacket over Tatum's shoulders. He looked into the camera. "Be a good girl and go home." "I'll marry you after the trip." I stared at the smiling faces on the screen. Suddenly, even asking questions felt pointless. No anger. No sorrow. Only a hollow numbness echoing in my chest. I typed a message to the wedding planner. Canceled the entire event. From now on, I was done playing their twisted games.
Substitute Wife For The Cold-Hearted Billionaire
67·BoraChelsea Richardson is thrust into an arranged marriage that was supposed to be her sister’s after her sister runs away the morning of her wedding. While signing the marriage contract, Chelsea had one goal in mind: to marry Nathan for two years, divorce him, and be free from both him and her family, move to the countryside with her father, and live a quiet life. Everything was going perfectly well until she was diagnosed with a terminal illness and given a short time to live. Now she has another goal: to divorce Nathan and live the rest of her short life by her own terms. “I know why you want a divorce, and I won’t give it to you; you will never be with that man!” Nathan thinks his wife has a secret lover, and that’s why she wants a divorce. What happens when he finds out her real reason for wanting a divorce? Throw in the return of Chelsea’s sister, who now wants to take her place as Nathan’s wife.
Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession
15.0K·K. KImmersed in the pious tranquility of church school from childhood, she had painted dreams of a vibrant college life, a canvas of freedom and self-discovery. But as fate's brushstrokes took a darker hue, she found herself at a funeral, not as a mourner but as the unwitting bride in a macabre ceremony that bound her to Alajos Hargrave, the newly anointed head of the notorious Huston gang. Her world, once defined by only chaste lectures, was now a labyrinth of shadowy figures and whispered secrets, a stark contrast to the innocence of her youth...
Too Late to Beg：I'm No Longer Yours
1.0K·-On my birthday, my boyfriend, Hayes, stuck the candles into the cake and told me to make a wish. "You have to repeat your wish ninety-nine times in your head for it to come true." I closed my eyes and did exactly that. I wished for our happy ending. When I opened my eyes, the private dining room was empty. An iMessage group chat popped up on my phone screen. [Happy Birthday! Surprised?] [Nova, we're off to Hawaii! Is this birthday surprise crazy enough?] A FaceTime call from Hayes lit up the screen. I answered. Four people held up their boarding passes. Their flight to Maui was taking off in an hour. My best friend, Brielle Carson, wore the butterfly hair clip I had carefully picked out for my birthday. Delaney Sinclair was wearing the birthday gift my boyfriend had given me just two hours ago—a silver designer heart ring. And Hayes Whitmore had his arm wrapped tightly around Delaney's shoulders. My brother, Cole Hart, stood in the middle. He was holding up Mom's only relic—that vintage silver necklace. "Nova, Laney said this necklace was pretty. I'm letting her wear it for a couple of days." "Besides, it's a good chance to take Mom to see the ocean." Hayes gave a gentle smile. "Don't make a scene. We'll be back in a few days." I hung up. A bone-deep chill spread through my chest. Ever since Delaney moved back from LA and joined our circle, everyone started treating me like a burden. They called me rigid. Stubborn. A control freak. Delaney, on the other hand, drank with them. Pulled all-nighters playing video games. Joined their spontaneous road trips. Hayes had even laughed about it in front of everyone. "Nova just takes herself too seriously. Give her the cold shoulder a few times, and she'll learn how to fit in." I left the group chat. I reached into my bag and pulled out a plane ticket to Toronto. If I couldn't fit into their world, I would just walk away for good.
FILTHY WET DIARIES
4.0K·MISS EMI felt my br**sts bounce at his movement. “Fuck, you're so tight baby” he growls “unghhh,... Unghhh…” I kept moaning as he kept going. “Kelvin,... Kelvin…” “Yes, cindy, let me hear you scream my name” I felt his c**k pulse inside me, as I clenched him tightly. We both c*m together, breathless and gasping for breath. Just when I thought we were done, he immediately lifts my legs up so both my knees are by the side of my head, and Melvin quickly holds them in place. “You have no idea cindy, how hard I get when I see you walking around the house dressed in nothing but your f**king tank tops and mini skirts that barely even cover up your a*s cheeks when you bend a little. Now, you f**king belong to us, to do as we f**king please.” My p**sy is wide open and glistening up in the air. “Mmmnnn, see how swollen those pink lips are, you love being f**ked by your step brothers don't you??.”
Puck Me, Stepbrother
4.0K·Jane MelodyBryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..
AFTER THE THREESOME, I CHOSE HIS COUSIN
113·Miri BaustianMy best friend always wanted everything I had. Even my boyfriend. When our twisted rivalry led us into a threesome with my ex, I thought it would be just one reckless night. No feelings. No consequences. No regrets. I was wrong. Because the real danger wasn't sharing a man with my best friend. It was falling for his cousin. Older, irresistible, and dangerously tempting, he was the one man I should have stayed away from. One forbidden kiss was all it took to ignite a desire neither of us could control. But my ex wasn't ready to let me go, my best friend had secrets of her own, and his powerful family would do anything to keep us apart. One threesome started the scandal. One forbidden love changed everything. **And choosing his cousin might cost me more than I ever imagined.**
After Faking My Death, the Patent Queen Returns
525·D.D.I faked my own death after my fiancé announced his engagement to my sister. He stole my patent to build his empire, then left me humiliated and heartbroken. Now, the woman they buried is back. I am no longer the naive heiress who trusted too easily. I am the rightful owner of the technology that powers his kingdom, and I've come to reclaim every piece— my work, my dignity, my future. Watch as the "deceased" patent holder rises from the ashes, ready to dismantle his world and rebuild her own on the ruins. The queen has returned, and this time, she plays for keeps.
My Rockstar Husband Fell for His Sister-in-Law
0·-My husband, a rockstar adored by millions, promised to protect his late brother’s widow… and forgot he already had a wife. For five years, I gave up my career and my pride, cleaning up his scandals, building his image, believing I was his only exception. Then I watched him give his tenderness to another woman. That night, I made a vow of my own: I would use my PR power to ruin him, to drag him from the stage he worshipped—until nothing remained. This isn’t heartbreak. This is my rise.
He Thought I'd Stay
4.0K·AnswerRyan slid the divorce papers across the desk like they were nothing. Like they were a napkin. A receipt. Something disposable. "Sign it," he said. "Just for show. To keep her interested." I looked down at the papers. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. My name. His name. Three years reduced to two lines of print. I gripped the hem of my dress and nodded. Then I picked up the pen and signed. Quietly. Cleanly. Without a single word. As I stepped out of his office, I heard his friend laugh from across the room. "God, she's too obedient. You think if you asked her to remarry you, she'd just... do it?" Ryan lit a cigarette. I heard the click of his lighter—that familiar sound I'd spent three years listening for in the dark. "Wanna bet?" "On what?" "One month." He exhaled. "She'll be at the courthouse, crying her eyes out, handing over that marriage certificate with both hands." A burst of laughter. "I'll take that bet. What's the prize?" "Drinks. All of them. For a month." More laughter. Someone said easy money. Someone else said she'll crawl back before two weeks. I stood in the hallway and didn't move. My phone buzzed. One new message. An unfamiliar number—but I knew who it was. We'd been talking for two years, always through different channels, always careful. 【You could just marry me instead. Is that so impossible?】 I stared at the words. Inside, Ryan's friends were still laughing. Still betting. Still so certain they knew exactly what I would do. I typed one word. 【Okay.】
I am no longer the secret lover of the godfather.
2.0K·D.D.I was Ricardo Conti's secret mistress for ten years. For ten years, I was his shadow, his weapon, the person who came whenever he called. I always thought that maybe one day, I could become his true partner. However, after we slept together, he told me he was getting engaged to someone else. In that moment, I finally understood—I was nothing more than an asset he could put away and use whenever he pleased.
With White Wolf Bloodline, I Left the Alpha
444·D.D.I was the secret guardian of his pack for ten years. Now, he’s demoting me to serve his new bride. He has no idea that exiling me is signing his own tribe’s death warrant. I am Lyra Moonfall, the last heir of the White Wolf lineage. I hid my true power, quietly soothing his warriors, calming the moon-madness, holding his fragile kingdom together—all while waiting for him to see me. Instead, he announced his political marriage and ordered me to become her personal maid. My decade of devotion, worth less than dust. So I walked into the frozen wastes he condemned me to. And here, I will rise—not as a Luna begging for scraps, but as the queen of my own sanctuary. Let his empire crumble without its foundation.
She Faked Her Death to Escape the Alpha
13·Answer"Hannah, I need you to fake a private plane crash for me. So I can leave Julian Wright for good." At my request, Hannah's jaw nearly hit the floor. She doubted her own ears—just like when she'd first heard we were getting married. A lone wolf wandering the mountains and the heir to the ancient pure-blood Blackthorn Pack—two people from completely different worlds. No one could have imagined we'd end up together. The Blackthorn Pack was one of the oldest pure-blood wolf lines on the continent. Every member could perfectly control their shift between wolf and human form, their bloodline so pure that under the full moon, their fur displayed an almost jet-black sheen. And me? A defective lone wolf who couldn't even complete a full shift. In wolf society, my status ranked lower than even the omegas of ordinary packs. People had talked endlessly. Some speculated Julian was just looking for novelty. Others guessed he pined for some unattainable first love, and I was merely a substitute. Still others bet he'd married me on a dare. But over three years of marriage, Julian proved through his actions that there was only one reason for our union: he loved me. Loved me to the point of madness. Back then, Julian had fallen for me at first sight and immediately launched an aggressive pursuit. Beyond showering me with gifts, he donated billions to national charities in my name. He built training academies across the country, all named "Collins Academy," dedicated to training defective wolves like me—those without pack protection who couldn't fully shift. He wanted every wolf in the world to know me, to be grateful to me, so that if I ever faced trouble, someone would reach out to help me wherever I went. To spend more time with me, this pure-blood Alpha who could complete his shift in three seconds forced himself to work part-time jobs alongside me for two years. Food service, handing out flyers, sorting packages... Those hands that could tear apart prey in wolf form became callused. With that kind of devotion, he finally won me over. But the vast gap in our bloodlines meant the Blackthorn Pack adamantly opposed our union. In wolf tradition, a pure-blood Alpha bonding with a defective lone wolf was seen as a stain on the bloodline. To gain approval from the Pack Alpha and the Council of Elders, he endured pack law sixteen times. Blackthorn pack law was brutal and ancient—on the night of the full moon in the hunting grounds, three elder wolves would lash his wolf form with silver whips. Each strike negated the self-healing ability wolves took such pride in, leaving permanent scars. I'll never forget that night. Moonlight pooled like water as Julian shifted into a massive black wolf under the pack's watchful eyes, his amber gaze fixed steadily on me. The silver whip fell, accompanied by heart-wrenching howls, blood staining the moonlit grass. When that proved useless, he did something that shocked the entire wolf community—before the Moon Temple, he sliced open his wrist and swore a blood oath, renouncing all inheritance rights to the Blackthorn Pack to establish his own line. Once a wolf's blood oath was sworn, it could never be revoked. Those who broke it would lose the Moon Goddess's protection and never find peace. Wolves in our circles thought he'd lost his mind—such a shrewd Alpha, now giving up everything an ancient pack offered for a defective lone wolf. The Blackthorn Pack had no choice but to acknowledge our bond at the marking ceremony. After the ceremony, he replaced all his staff with males. Though I'd never asked, he still reported his schedule meticulously, even giving up the pack's full moon hunts to stay home with me, unable to fully shift as I was. But no one except me knew that this perfect Alpha had fathered twin cubs with another she-wolf behind my back, building an entire other family.
Betrayed Before the Apocalypse: My Revenge Bunker
240·-Three weeks before the dead walked, I knew two things: the world was ending, and my husband planned to let me die. My prophetic dream showed it all—the virus outbreak, the infected tearing through Seattle, and David locking me out of our fortified home while his mistress cowered inside. He thought I was weak. Expendable. A burden he could sacrifice when survival meant choosing between his wife and his lover. He was wrong. While he hoarded supplies in our basement shelter, I was building something better. A fortress. An army. A future without him. Now the outbreak is here. The infected are rising. And when David comes crawling to my gates, begging for mercy... He'll learn that the apocalypse isn't the most dangerous thing he should have feared. I am.
The Pharmaceutical Husband’s IVF for His Friend’s Widow
35·-When I discovered I was pregnant, I was about to tell my husband Alexander the good news. But then I saw an Instagram post notification—a pregnancy test result. Two pink lines, black text on white background, with the father's name clearly written: Alexander Grant. The poster was Evelyn Shaw. The widow of his "deceased friend." Her caption read: "Thank you for donating your sperm and personally performing my IVF procedure, Alex. I'll never be alone again." In that moment, my hands began to tremble. I immediately called Alexander: "Give me an explanation." He was silent for a few seconds, his tone as calm as if he were speaking at a board meeting. "Ethan was my best friend! He died, leaving his wife alone. I just wanted to help her fulfill their wish." In that moment, I knew—this marriage needed to end.
The Alpha's Discarded Luna: A Fated Rebirth
159·SumsumAt the victory celebration, the air crackled as my Alpha mate, Kael, paraded his old flame, publicly declaring his rejection and stripping me of my Luna title. My smile was a chilling promise: "One last chance. Think carefully."
The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father
977·-I was having afternoon tea when I stumbled upon a video. 【My billionaire boyfriend gave me a beachfront villa, plus custom gold bars engraved with my initials!】 【He says it’s just pocket change from his family. Is this man marriage material?】 The video went viral. Comments flooded in, all envying her luck. I thought it was just another flexing influencer—until I zoomed in on the engraving and froze. That was my daughter Lia’s initials. The villa’s deed number matched the one in my personal trust file. How did my prenup assets turn into her boyfriend’s love tokens? ……
My Husband’s Dirty Secrets
143·-Less than a month after the funeral, my marriage quietly began to crumble. “My best friend is gone, and his wife is pregnant. She has no one to rely on.” Ethan Lawford stood at the door with Clara Lewis beside him, his voice calm—too calm. “She’ll stay here for a while. I promised Lewis I’d take care of her.” He carried her luggage in himself, the same hands that used to hold me when he came home late from the firm. Now they carried another woman’s life into our home. At first, she was quiet. Fragile. Then she began to fill the house with her presence. She brought him coffee at midnight, murmuring, “You’ve been working too long, Ethan. You need rest.” She lingered at the office doorway when he drafted case briefs, her eyes soft, full of grief and gratitude. And every time, Ethan looked at her with that same patient sympathy— the kind that used to belong to me. I wasn’t naive. I used to be a lawyer too. I recognized every emotional manipulation she deployed. The evidence was all there—motives, opportunity, execution. But what hurt most wasn’t her tactics. It was that Ethan never once objected. He gave her the guest room first. Then he gave up our bedroom. And me? I became the stranger walking past two people who shared whispered grief behind closed doors. Three years ago, I’d quit my position at my father’s investment firm to support Ethan’s career. I funded his dream of opening his own law office. Now, standing in the same home built from my father’s money, I watched him give it all away—to her. I dialed a number with shaking hands. “Dad,” I said, voice low but steady. “I want a divorce.”
