Zahara Blackwell was destined for greatness-or so she thought. As the first-born daughter of the esteemed Alpha and Luna of the Silver Hollow Pack, and a powerful Black female werewolf, she spent her whole life preparing for the moment the Moon Goddess would reveal her fated mate. But fate, it seems, had a cruel sense of humor. On the night of her 21st birthday, Zahara's world shatters when her fated mate is revealed to be none other than her childhood crush, Alpha Kieran Vale-strong, revered, and the man she'd secretly dreamed of loving. Instead of joy, she's met with betrayal: Kieran publicly rejects her in front of the entire pack, scoffing at the idea of her as his Luna. And in a twist of the knife, he turns and claims her younger sister, Seraphina-the delicate, soft-spoken "golden girl" of the family-as his chosen mate. Humiliated and heartbroken, Zahara is pushed to the edge. When she dares to stand up for herself, her parents-more concerned with reputation than justice-condemn her for "jealousy" and "disrupting the pack's harmony." With no one to turn to, Zahara rejects her title, her family, and her pack, becoming a rogue in the dead of night. For months, she survives on instinct and raw power, until she's found half-starved and injured at the border of the powerful Nightfang Pack. There, she meets Alpha Lucien Graves-a tall, battle-scarred warrior with haunted eyes and an aura of silent strength. He offers her sanctuary, not sympathy, and Zahara finds herself slowly healing under his quiet protection. As trust grows and sparks ignite, Zahara begins to imagine a future where she is truly seen, loved, and chosen-not because of duty or status, but because of who she is. But just when her new life begins to flourish, her past returns. RANKINGS: #1 in Fated Mates

"I, Marcus Blackthorn, reject you as my mate." Those words shattered me three months ago. In front of everyone. Because I couldn't shift. Because I was "defective." I ran. I survived. I became something none of them could have imagined. Now I'm Luna Ghost. Undefeated. Untouchable. I just met my true mate, Kael Nightshade, the Prime Alpha who makes other Alphas submit. He doesn't know I'm the rejected Ashwood daughter. He just knows I'm his. He doesn't share. My old pack is calling. They need me now that I'm powerful. Marcus is on his knees. He says rejecting me was his biggest mistake. My family wants me back. On their terms. I'm done being theirs. I have my own pack now. My own power. A mate who would burn the world down for me. They wanted me weak. They're about to learn what a mistake that was. Because the girl they rejected? She's about to become their Queen. 🐺👑 MOON'S REJECTED QUEEN 👑🐺

---- 🐺 The True Luna: Reborn > I was born under a blood moon, into a name that carried weight - whispered through generations like prophecy. Moon. Sacred. Feared. Expected to rise. But the wolf inside me never woke. No shift. No howl. Just silence... and shame. When the mate bond snapped into place, I felt hope bloom - sharp, trembling, dangerous. Then he looked at me. And chose someone else. Not because I was unworthy... But because I terrified him. I left it all behind. The pack. The promise. The broken destiny. I buried the girl they wanted and became something else. A shadow in the human world. A woman with ink-stained fingers and secrets in her eyes. I don't need a mate. I don't crave power. But darkness... darkness has always known my name. Then he appeared. Prince Damien Knight Walker. Lycan royalty. A predator cloaked in silk and war. He touched me with his eyes first - like he was peeling back my skin. He says I belong to him. But I am not his to tame. There's something dangerous inside me now. Something ancient. Hungry. Awake. Let the kingdoms tremble. I'm Arielle Moon. And I wasn't reborn to be someone's Luna. I was reborn to burn thrones. ---

They once called her the Mad Dog of the South - the spoiled, short-tempered daughter of Duke Mortane. Feared by nobles, hated by the people, and foolishly obsessed with the Crown Prince who never loved her. Betrayed by her uncle. Framed by a false saint. Abandoned by the man she destroyed herself for. She died cursing her own foolishness... until the gods granted her one final mercy- to return to the past, one year before her ruin. This time, she'll play their game with her eyes open. She'll protect what's hers, crush those who deceived her, and rise from the ashes of her former self. Because this time... the villainess doesn't seek redemption-she rewrites her story.

(EDITING) This is a Curvy Blasian Community Romance: #AMBW #BLASIAN #BWAM #DISCLOSURE #CelebrateBlackStories #EyesLipsFierce ⛔️TRIGGER WARNING: This story is MATURE. There are explicit depictions of sexual acts written within the context of this story. If this is offensive or triggering for you, please do not read this story. Thanks.⛔️ Joon-Woo Seong is the illegitimate son and only male heir to the Seong Fortune. He and his mother are exiled to the United States when she forgets her place as a mistress. As a loner and an outsider, Kiah Olivia Grace becomes his salvation as well as his best friend in a foreign land. When Joon-Woo finds himself in a battle with his father because of the dark chocolate angel who saved him from exile and despair, is he capable of fighting for the woman he loves or will he forsake all else to become the head of the Seong Family Empire?

Minjun Seo was born to inherit a global fashion empire-until a scandal threatens to bring it all crashing down. To salvage his reputation, he turns to Alexandria Reid, a bold and brilliant PR consultant with a track record for pulling off the impossible. Her strategy? Craft a polished, perfectly curated romance to help win back public favor. His condition? She plays the leading role. It's a business arrangement-no strings, no real feelings. But as the lines blur and secrets rise to the surface, Alexandria begins to question whether the biggest lie of all... is the one they're telling themselves. Playlist for Minjun and Alexandria ⬇️ or search the story title on Spotify and you will see the book cover: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6bxte3Lx1379uM3atZuxKs?si=KW3_1gC8TOabgpBLSMl6iQ&pi=WkYYan4iTvSd0

I died on the night he crowned another woman his queen. While they celebrated, bathed in the adoration of their subjects, I took my last breath alone in the cold, abandoned wing of the palace, clutching a small, lifeless fox. The fox had been his promise to me. Back when he had nothing, he'd sworn that one day he would give me a crown and a kingdom. I stood by him, from a disinherited prince of a fallen kingdom to the emperor who united the fractured lands. But when he finally ascended the throne, he chose another to be his queen. He gave her the most magnificent crown, the most lavish gowns. He let her snatch my little fox, my only companion, and have it skinned for a muff. "I'll get you another one," he'd said, as if it were nothing. He didn't know. I was already gone. Author's Note: I post a new chapter almost every single day!

(STORY IS BEING UPDATED - 04/23/2025) "What is your name?" he asked, his voice a deep, commanding thunder that rolled across the great hall. I stood before the Red Dragon in all his ruthless glory. Towering. Fearsome. Every breath he took seemed to shake the walls-but I refused to tremble. I said nothing. The guards moved in, seizing me by the neck, forcing me to bow. "BOW, YOU FILTHY WOMAN! ANSWER!" one of them roared. Still, I remained defiant. And strangely... they let go. The crowd hushed. Celebration faded to silence. I could hear the click of his boots as he stepped down from his throne. Draya's whisper brushed my ear. "Answer him..." "You dare defy me?" he growled, his eyes flashing gold with something ancient and untamed. I straightened my spine, though my voice caught in my throat. Still, I forced the words out. "I will not give you my name. You don't deserve to know it." Gasps rippled through the room. A hand, rough and merciless, wrapped around my throat. The Red Dragon's. "Why don't you tremble in my presence?" he hissed. I laughed-a bold, reckless sound. "Because I don't bow to men like you. I never will. Go ahead, choke me if you must. That seems to be what you're best at." He laughed then. Low and dark. A sound that promised danger-and something far worse. "I have my ways of making you surrender," he said, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. And in that moment, I knew-I wasn't facing a man. I was staring into the eyes of something far more dangerous.

Kaizen Valemont was raised believing beauty was power-and love belonged only to those worthy of admiration. Rosetta Rowenfield was ordinary. Plain. Unnoticed. And painfully sincere. Bound together since childhood by their mothers' friendship, Rosetta grew up believing she would one day stand beside Kaizen as his equal. But when Kaizen came of age, his cruelty shattered her quiet devotion, forcing Rosetta to learn what it meant to walk away from the boy she loved. Five years later, Kaizen returns from war to find Rosetta no longer the girl he dismissed-but a woman strong, radiant, and no longer waiting for him. As regret awakens too late and jealousy tightens its grip, Kaizen must face the truth he spent years denying. Some love is lost through pride. Some forgiveness is not freely given. And some vanity costs everything.

She died as a wife. She came back a woman with a plan. Elara Jeba spent five years as the perfect wife-quiet, loyal, and blindly in love. Until the day her husband and best friend poisoned her... together. But fate has a cruel sense of mercy. She wakes up eight years earlier, in the same office, with the same faces. Only this time, she remembers everything. Now, Elara isn't here to fall in love. She's here to climb, expose, and destroy-one red-lipstick move at a time. But when Zayra Fashion's cold, mysterious CEO Josan Alvi starts watching her too closely, Elara finds herself caught between past wounds and present desire. Because what she doesn't know is... He came back, too.