One divine mistake. One unmarked female. A world of dominant beast rulers. Reborn into a realm where power manifests as glowing Halo Rings, Cassandra must navigate, rising Abyss monsters, and a hidden system that could change everything. But in a land where mating marks determine fate... Who will claim her first? And what will it cost the world?

Adelaide Greyard was born cursed. Her crimson eyes marked her as an omen in an empire that feared what it did not understand. Though a legitimate daughter of a marquisate, she was unloved, unwanted, and quietly tormented her entire life. Weak, soft-hearted, and desperate for affection, Adelaide clung to the one man betrothed to her-only to be publicly humiliated, betrayed, and cruelly rejected. When the man she loved told her she was disgusting and pitiful, Adelaide chose death. But death was not the end. Reborn with her memories intact-and power already awakening-Adelaide laughs at the foolish girl she once was. This time, she will not beg for love or approval. Bound once more to the Aragon Dukedom, she makes a decision that shocks the empire: she refuses her former fiancé and instead asks to marry Kael Aragon, his uncle-a battle-hardened duke more than twice her age. Only then does Alexus Aragon begin to see her. The tears are gone. The weakness is gone. The woman who once loved him without restraint now looks at him with cold indifference-and it unsettles him. Attraction follows regret. Regret turns to obsession. For the first time, Alexus wants Adelaide... and for the first time, she wants nothing from him. He clings. He schemes. He tries to reclaim what he once scorned. But Adelaide does not turn back. This is not a story of forgiveness. It is a story of refusal. Of desire awakened too late. And of a woman who chooses herself-while the man who broke her watches her slip beyond his reach. Some loves are ungodly. Some regrets are eternal.

Director of Ray company,Akansha Sharma suddenly transmigrate into a novel she read, for 5 years.Now as the story starts she needs to stay alert for not changing the story to go back.But there is a problem...she accidentally marry the villain! now what would she do?

"What happens when the unexpected happens ?"

It was just a one night stand, but all it took was one time. Cam Girl Madeline who just wanted one night of sexy, pleasurable sex ended up with just more than that. She doesn't know his name and doesn't know anything about him. All she knows is where he lives, but it was complicated with him. She finds out he has a wife.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

It was simple. He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend. Now there is no going back. I'm his wife now and he is my husband His Donna. My Don. * * * * "I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he declared. I snake my arms around his neck as his hands found their rightful place on my ass. "Do you promise?"

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

Ocean shoved at his chest, but Lucas didn't budge. He stayed right there, crowding her. "Move," she snapped, heat in her voice. He didn't. His presence pressed against her, every breath of his filling the little space she had left. Her hands curled tight at her sides. "You don't give me a second. You're always there-hovering, watching, smothering me like I can't breathe without you in my face." Lucas's jaw ticked, eyes hard, but he said nothing. The silence made her angrier. Her chest rose sharp with breath. "I hate it. I hate how you don't let me think, don't let me move. You just close in and wait for me to break." Still, he stayed. And that-more than any words-set her blood boiling. -- A stubborn college girl thinks she's untouchable-until she collides with him. The Beast. A force wrapped in shadow and hunger. One meeting shatters her defenses. Her control slips. Her rules burn. And for the first time, she isn't the one in charge.