Eli King never wanted Killian Carson or did he? Killian was a storm Eli couldn't control-wild, consuming, and utterly destructive. They hated each other with a passion that burned too hot, too fierce, and for years, they clashed in a deadly game of dominance and disdain. But obsession doesn't care for reason, and love doesn't ask for permission. Now, as their families force an alliance, Eli finds himself trapped in Killian's world-a place where boundaries blur and desires take dangerous turns. Killian Carson was never supposed to want Eli King. The perfect heir with his cold eyes and unreachable aura was everything Killian couldn't stand-controlled, calculating, and maddeningly untouchable. But the line between hate and obsession is razor-thin, and Killian crossed it long ago. And love may be the ultimate surrender.

He was my chaos, my undoing. Vaughn Morozov-crowned in power, bound by legacy of Bratva, and the man who broke my heart. Once, I was cocky, charming, untamed.. But heartbreak carves deeper wounds than any blade, and his betrayal stripped me of my reckless crown. While, Vaughn remains chained to his family's throne, his power a gilded cage. Vaughn is a man weighed down by his legacy, torn between the love he buried and the loyalty he swore to uphold. Yet, love and power are a treacherous balance. Can he rewrite the story we left behind, or will his devotion to his family doom us both? This isn't a fairytale. It's a battle between power and love, My name is Remington Astor, and Vaughn Morozov is where my freedom goes to burn. ......... "I love you, Remi," Vaughn's voice cracked, raw with pain. "But loving you is the one thing I'll never be forgiven for." "Don't do this," Remi's voice trembled, a desperate plea lacing each word. "I'm already gone, Vaughn... don't let me fade completely." (P.S: I do not own the Legacy of Gods series, all the characters belong to Rina Kent)

The shadows whispered of a king, Landon, they called, a twisted thing. His mind a maze, his heart a stone, He played his games, utterly alone. The Bratva seethed, their fury grew, Each heir he mocked, each insult flew. Then they called on him, from New York's harsh gleam, A future pakhan, fueled by a vengeful dream. Not to destroy, but to possess, To bend the King, to his distress. With soft words and eyes of burning coal, He schemed to claim Landon, body and soul. A dance of power, yet to play, Where cunning met a twisted sway. The Bratva's heir, with plans untold, And the King, in a cage of his own cold. Would love bloom in this battle of might? Or just ashes by the end of this dark night?

Heart Evangelina - The oldest of the Archerone sisters, but not a sister at all at the same time. Having led a life of luxury and wealth and building her reputation as one of the first and best female academics in the human realm, her dreams were snatched away in one night when the world was still on the brink of war with Hybern. Trapped in the dark and restrainted by her shackles that expanded from metal to motherhood, she moulded her dreams to be far greater than they were before because if there was something that Heart had never learnt how to do, it was to become smaller to accommodate others.

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Landon: "You're a mistake I won't make twice." Jeremy: "Maybe. But we both know, I'm the sin you'll never stop craving, Моя Отрава." Landon King knew better than to love Jeremy Volkov. A devil with ice in his veins, Jeremy lured him in, only to shatter him. Now, Landon's heart is gone, crushed in Jeremy's grasp. But broken things don't stay broken forever- And this time, the devil may bleed. This is a saga of love turned ruin, vengeance born from heartbreak, and two souls caught in a dark, dangerous dance.

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Cooper Bradenton hates high school- most likely because his fellow werewolf classmates are assholes and treat him as the gay loner outcast. He has never been that guy- the popular jock with great grades, the powerful warrior with incredible skills and proud parents, or the talented tracker that his pack relies on. Cooper finds that he's best at cursing unnecessarily, snarking back in the worst situations, and consuming chocolate Pop tarts at alarming rates. However, Cooper's foundation is shaken when a certain Beta comes into town and the two discover that they are mates- predestined to fall in love. As Beta of the Dark Wood Pack, Axel has to maintain a certain level of control. He has a routine that he religiously follows and he never strays from it. The crunch of bones underneath his paws, the slide of blood between his fingertips- they all leave him satisfied. None of that even comes close to the joy he feels when he finds his mate, Cooper. Unfortunately, Cooper's home and school life isn't the easiest, and the two hour distance between their packs complicates their relationship. Axel must, for the first time ever, give up a bit of control when Cooper refuses to be bossed around.

Six years ago, Aelin Riorson was believed to have died at the hands of Colonel Aetos, with her brother Xaden helplessly watching as her throat was slit. But Aelin survived - and went into hiding, assuming the alias Lillian Parker to protect herself, her brother, and the rebellion. She looks little like Xaden, with pale skin, strawberry-blonde curls, and a gentle demeanor. But her mismatched eyes - golden onyx in one, emerald green in the other - and the knife scar across her neck are the undeniable clues to her true identity. Now, as she enters the Riders' Quadrant, Aelin must keep her past buried. She bonds with Zyphira, a dragon tied to her family's lost legacy, and her signet manifests a dangerous power: a fusion of light and shadow, like her brother's own. As Aelin grows closer to Liam, another rebel, the weight of her secrets grows heavier. But when Xaden begins to question the night she died, her carefully constructed life begins to unravel. In a world where secrets can kill, Aelin's survival hinges on keeping her true identity hidden - but the truth may be impossible to deny. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO REBECCA YARROS EXCLUDING MY OWN O/C