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Synopsis: Driven by her desire for revenge, Lillian devises a plan to confront those who wronged her. However, she realizes that she can't go it alone and needs a partner in her quest for justice. Adrian's jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Why did you leave without a word? Without any explanation?" he demanded, his voice laced with pain and frustration. Lillian's cunning smile widened, revealing a touch of mischief. "Ah, Adrian, always dwelling on the past," she taunted. "But why should we talk about what happened three years ago? It's irrelevant now. I moved on, and so should you." Adrian's expression hardened, his voice turning colder. "I won't let you dismiss it so easily, Lillian," he said firmly. "There are things that need to be addressed, and I won't rest until I have answers." Lillian's smirk grew even more pronounced. "Oh, how noble of you, Adrian," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "But remember, we both have our secrets, don't we? Perhaps it's best if they remain buried, but I do have a proposal for you Mr Adrian." Lillian said all smiles “What makes you think I’d be interested in whatever you have to offer” Adrian said in a cold voice. Lillian seductively walked to the Adrian standing opposite her. She went close enough that all Adrian smelt was her body scent,Lillian leaned in and held his collar. Adrian's eyes widened in surprise as Lillian's lips brushed against his neck. His heart raced, caught off guard by her sudden boldness. "What the hell are you doing?" he managed to gasp, his voice laced with both confusion and desire. Lillian leaned back slightly, her eyes locked onto Adrian's, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Marry me " she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Have you ever had a livid dream when you woke up the next morning and found out that you had three babies in the backseat of your car with no clue of where they came from? Well.... welcome to the world of Lorraine Warren. Lorraine was a vet, who had a weird past she couldn't explain when she came across the supernatural at a tender age and all she wanted to do was to prove that what happened to her parents weren't an animal attack, but something much more. But when she tumbles across three kids with no background of who they are...Lorraine might finally have a breakthrough.

'Rosanna, I'm sorry' 'I can't let you go' 'You are mine' 'You belong to me' 'Your every breathe is mine'' 'I love you' 'Please love me sweetheart' 'I'll do anything' After the humans lost the war, the kingdom of Peon was ruled by the werewolves. Humans were slaves and the werewolves were among the nobles and the royal family. Rosanna was a human slave who worked in the home of the marquis. She was sold at a young age and separated from her family. She was never interested in catching the eye of a noble or enjoying luxury. She just wanted to open up a shop at the border of the kingdom and see her family again. But to do that, she needed her freedom. However, her dreams shattered as she was discovered to be the mate of the king, Alexander Peon. There was no way he would be letting her go. Her life was now tied to his. She has two choices. fight for the liberation of her race or enjoy life as the queen of the entire kingdom.

George Lansbury (22 February 1859 – 7 May 1940) was a British politician and social reformer who led the Labour Party from 1932 to 1935. Apart from a brief period of ministerial office during the Labour government of 1929–31, he spent his political life campaigning against established authority and vested interests, his main causes being the promotion of social justice, women's rights and world disarmament.

In her previous life, Everon Monique was just a simple girl living her life as a carefree teenager. She's content to live on her own. Alone and lonely. But that was until a very sudden accident change her existence for the worst. She died at the age of 18 and was reincarnated to a different world. She is now a new born heiress of a Grand Duke. Amazing, right? Far from it. She was still conscious about her past life and the new life she was given are full of hate and prejudice. Growing up in her new life, she witnessed how strange her new world was. A man was more powerful and more puissant and treated like Gods. While girls are being sold as slaves at a ripe age to every noble man that would live a brutalized life she had never imagined existed. Her time came. Full of terror and uncertainties, she had no choice but to obey. She was sold to become the Crowned Prince's Marionette. Will she ever survive at the hands of her diabolic master? Or will fate lead her to a life of adventure.

She was Edwards's wife. But knowing that the British Billionaire would never love her as she loved him, her choice was to prioritize her unborn child and then, once he was born, take care of herself. This is her romance dark journey...

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet. I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?" "Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?" "Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?" Fine. He was noble, he was merciful. I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.

Out of her own free will, she started a small adult toy business named, My Passion. One night a man called and placed an order to be delivered at a luxurious hotel. On getting there, and to her surprise the man was no other than Ryan Smith her long-time finance and the worst part was that the woman in his arms was no other than her foster sister Regina Waals. Priscilla feeling cheated, betrayed, and devastated left there and went over to a bar. There she drank and became drunk. She then turned and said next to the stranger beside her will you sleep with me? Sleeping with me comes with a price he said. I will pay you a huge sum of money, she said. The stranger was a mysterious, noble, and handsome man who saved her from danger at the bar. She then pulled out some money from her purse, handed it over to the man, and said if it were not enough she would withdraw and pay him more. Only then did he realize that what she just said wasn’t a joke. He snorted and stared at the drunk woman. What Priscilla didn’t know was that he is CEO of the Lincoln group the richest man in the country. Fredrick Lincoln. This is where her story begins.

The Revoltoir Household is a very wealthy household. It has everything every noble wished for. Wealth? Power? They have it all. That house produced a lot of legends in the Empire. Little did they know, that house is the most despicable house of all. All because of the secret Tradition that is also known as Bataille De Survie. The 5 geniuses of the current generation of this house got super close. As they don't want to fight and kill each other, they decided to make a plan to overthrow their father and to make one of them be the new Grand Duke and to put a stop to their horrible tradition. Will they pull it off? or will they all die protecting one another?

I am the orphaned hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf. After my parents died, I was sent to the Silvermoon Pack, taken in by a distant relative on my father's side. They had three sons—triplets—each carrying the noble Alpha bloodline. In public, they were the epitome of grace and charm. But behind closed doors, they were my living nightmare. They despised me. To them, my blood was a stain, my existence a mistake. But in their world, I was more than just an outcast—I was prey. They made a bet: who would be the first to have me? To them, it wasn't just about desire. It was about possession, control. A way to chain me to them, to turn me into their plaything. They drugged me and watched as I collapsed at their feet, powerless, theirs to toy with as they pleased. In the end, they ruined me. Smeared my name until the whole pack sneered at me. Then came the bonfire festival. They tricked me away from the crowd and threw me into a pit—a collapsed silver mine, its air thick with toxic silver dust. Torches rained down, their flames licking at the walls, while the silver seeped into my body. It poisoned me slowly. Bit by bit, my body unraveled. And finally, my consciousness dissolved into the dark. But when I opened my eyes again, everything had reset. I had returned to the beginning. One of the triplets, Reine, smirked as he leaned in, his voice laced with amusement. "Ayla, what a beautiful name. May I invite you to the bonfire festival?" The bonfire festival? Of course. This time, let's make it your last night.