Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.

She died protecting the one person she loved-then woke up in the body of a woman everyone hates. Mary Jane never imagined death would be her way out. After a life of abuse and hardship, she gives up everything to save her little brother... only to awaken in a gilded cage - the body of Countess Bettina Whitman, the infamous "villainess" of the empire. Reviled by society, neglected by her powerful husband, and whispered about as the disgrace of noble blood, Bettina had just tried to end her life when Mary Jane's soul took her place. Now given a second chance, Mary Jane must navigate a treacherous world of aristocrats, magic, and secrets - starting with the truth behind the fire that killed Bettina's parents. But this time, she's not the girl who flinched from cruelty. She's not afraid to challenge those who seek to destroy her. And she refuses to let history repeat itself. With a cold yet unknowingly protective husband, a curious stepson, and enemies in every corridor, she must reclaim Bettina's name, uncover the rot in the empire's foundations... and maybe, just maybe, find out what it means to live for herself. (PS. I will update 1 to 2 chapters every week!)

| 2025 Wattys Shortlist 🖊️🧡! In Cairnwall, 1972, unaware of the mobster who has been threading across the narrow line of near psychotic obsession for over a year, finally makes himself known to her. His unwavering attraction to her is forbidden, frowned upon by many, and they both know this. But he doesn't care. Before her, no one was able to crack through his mask, but she smashes through it without effort-without needing to say a word. She makes his heart-something he cast aside long ago-stumble and stammer with a simple smile. Her breath catches when he glances her way, her heart burning when he pulls away, but she would rather push him away, keep their coupling hidden away, locked behind closed doors, and deep within the depths of the shadows. She wants to protect herself from the scrutiny society will cast upon her for having the gall to be with him, but he wants to put her on his throne and make society kiss her feet. What will happen when two worlds that should not even glide past each other end up crashing?

Usually, people Carol's age are getting married, buying their first house, getting their first pet, etc. Her younger sister's doing all that. Good for her right? And she's doing it with Carol's ex. It has been a year since they broke up and he has been with her sister ever since and well, I'm sure you can guess the tea for that one. But it's Christmas time so 'tis the season to be jolly. She'll be seeing her two favorite people at the family reunion. Where she has promised everyone that she has happily moved on, and has someone to introduce to the family... except- she doesn't. During a trip to the grocery store, she bumps into one of the finest men she saw, which wasn't through her phone screen. So, obviously her first reaction was to ask him to be her plus one for the family reunion and to pretend that they're a couple. He Agrees! On the condition that she'll help him become Santa Claus? Weird but she agrees to do exactly that. Nick keeps claiming that he's Santa Claus's Son and that there's this whole Christmas wonderland where people compete to be Santa...she just goes with it. I mean his good looks had to come with a sacrifice right? Little did she know what she had signed up for...

VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me

Mark Fischbach was ready to take a much-needed vacation away from everything but when unforeseen issues arose, he found himself heartbroken and devastated. What he didn't expect when he returned home was someone who would give him everything he needed, and much more.

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all." -Mulan ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Agent 27, otherwise known as "The Dagger," has been dormant within the deep forests of Montana, living out a life of peace and solitude under the U.S. Governments witness protection system. When an old enemy resurfaces as a threat to the United States of America, Commander McGary issued the activation of this agent to help in a terrorist attack. But then there were three things he didn't account for... 1.) The Dagger is a female 2.) The Dagger has secrets buried so deep, even a man of his status may not have the clearance level to obtain 3.) The Dagger is drop dead gorgeous

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14