No Escape From Fate

A monotonous, colorless life and dull relationships instantly fade into the background the moment you step into a completely different world-one with its own rules and laws. It looks so much like ours, and yet is radically different, for here live werewolves and countless other incredible beings. Bring a cursed Alpha King's heart back to life? Ride off into the sunset with one of the handsome guards? Or fall for a dangerous witch and uncover the true face of evil? Wrap it all up for me-I'll take it! An extraordinary world, vivid characters, blazing emotions, and passionate love with a touch of spice ❤️‍🔥 18+ "Quite an interesting hall you've got here," Karadeylis said without even glancing around, his steps bringing him dangerously close. "But OURS holds unforgettable memories of the time we unwrapped your restless little ass." I gasped in outrage at his brazen words-especially with so many people around-but my panties betrayed me, dampening at the memory of exactly what that bastard had reminded me of. "How dare you?!" I hissed, our faces now only inches apart. Goosebumps ran across my skin at the dangerous nearness. I could feel his hot breath on my lips, the heat of his half-bare body, and that intoxicating scent I knew too well. Our breathing came ragged, as if we had just finished running a marathon, unable to break free from the magnetic pull of each other's gaze. "No one else dares-only me, Prepedollie!" the scoundrel growled, gripping me firmly by the tail and yanking my face closer to his as his eyes devoured me. "I warned you-once I found you, there would be no mercy!"

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Chapter 7

First of all - what kind of "situation with Miko" are we talking about?

And second - what does he mean, "untouched"?!

But I don't dare to voice either question when I notice how the chief's gaze changes. He no longer looks hostile - there's curiosity in his eyes now, almost interest.

"You're right, Dil," the leader says thoughtfully, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "She'll be perfect!"

"For what exactly will I be perfect?" I finally find my voice.

"As a candidate to become our king's bride," the ruler announces, and my jaw nearly drops. "Each year, from every settlement across the kingdom's lands, one maiden is chosen as a potential queen for our ruler. For many years now, our king, Karadeylis, has failed to find himself a wife. This time, the scouts of brides chose my daughter, Miko. But you'll replace her. You're young, beautiful, and pure - there should be no problem with the substitution."

"And what's wrong with your daughter becoming queen?" I ask, completely failing to grasp the panic in his voice. I mean, any girl would dream of such an opportunity, and here they act like it's a tragedy.

I notice Dil tense up, letting out a displeased growl, but Manar cuts him off.

"I love my daughters dearly," he says, his tone softening. "And Miko does not wish to share the fate of a queen. She and Dildan are in love - their wedding was already planned before the king's scouts arrived and chose her."

"Well then," I suggest reasonably, "maybe the king won't like her. Maybe they won't have anything in common, and Miko will come back home. I assume there are several candidates, right? So why all the panic?"

"That's for you to deal with now," Manar snaps sharply, his tone rising with authority. "Miko stays here and will be married in a month. Dil, take Naziza to Alaya and assign guards so she doesn't run away. If the werewolves get wind of her, they'll snatch her - and our whole plan will be ruined."

"Werewolves?!" I stare at the men, wide-eyed, certain I've misheard them - but they continue their discussion as if my horrified outburst never happened.

"Let Alaya take care of our guest and make her presentable," the pack leader said with a grimace, his eyes flicking with clear disdain to my short Minnie Mouse pajama set.

"Hey! Does anyone plan to ask me whether I want this?!" I burst out, my voice trembling with outrage. "This is literally a crime - a violation of my rights!"

Both men stared at me in stunned silence for a second, then exchanged glances - and suddenly burst out laughing like a pair of wild horses.

Great. Just great. So much for human rights. Clearly, this place has never even heard of them. A bunch of savages!

The only small comfort was that, for now, they seemed to need me alive and intact - no one was going to attack or kill me. But the future... that was another story. Something was definitely off, and I didn't have to be a genius to realize they weren't telling me everything.

If only I could run... but where to? I didn't know this world at all - its people, its customs, or even which way was safe.

Dil led me out of the chief's house and down the street to a small, cozy-looking home. In front of it, a dark-haired woman in her fifties was busy tending to a flower bed.

"Alaya, this is Naziza," Dil announced in his usual curt tone. "Manar ordered you to get her ready for the king's scouts' arrival. Until then, she'll stay with you. Keep an eye on her - the guards will be here soon."

He said it sharply, leaving no room for discussion. The woman - with the most stunningly blue eyes - looked me over with a mix of curiosity and sympathy.

"All right, Dildan. I understand," she replied quietly, brushing the dirt off her hands and offering me a kind smile. She gestured toward the house. I followed her obediently, while Dil whispered something to her before leaving.

As soon as we stepped inside, a warm, homey smell of baking and something delicious reached my nose, making my stomach growl in betrayal. The interior was cozy and comforting - it actually felt like home.

"My name is Alaya," the woman said with a gentle smile. "And you must be starving. Let's fix that first."

She guided me to a big wooden table in the kitchen and began bustling around. I couldn't help but notice something that looked suspiciously like a refrigerator. It turned out to be a small chamber - when Alaya opened it, a chill breeze brushed my legs. So maybe this world wasn't as primitive as it looked. I wondered... did they have electricity too?

A few minutes later, she placed before me a meal that smelled heavenly - though I had no idea what it was made of - and a steaming cup of what looked like tea.

"You're definitely not from around here," Alaya said kindly, sitting across from me and watching my cautious curiosity.

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She thought she knew who she was. She was wrong. Ayla Monroe has everything-wealth, beauty, and a family that keeps her under constant watch. But behind the walls of the Corsetti mansion, she feels like a bird in a gilded cage. She wants freedom, a normal life, and answers to the questions that haunt her every night-about icy water, a distant bridge, and a boy's voice calling her name. Then River Callahan walks into her world, bringing with him a storm of memories she can't quite grasp and a truth she's not ready to face. Because Ayla isn't Ayla at all. She's Hope Freissy Marsh, the sole survivor of a tragedy that wiped out her real family-and the rightful heir to everything the Callahans now own. As long-buried secrets unravel, Ayla finds herself torn between the boy she's falling for and the blood feud that binds their families. Love was never supposed to survive this war. But some ties are impossible to break.

Action Modern Mystery

8.5

Boss Witch Revenge : Hell Hath No Fury Like a Sister Scorned

8.5

Our twenty-first birthday was supposed to be the night my twin and I would never forget--the night we got our witchmarks. But something goes horribly wrong, and Angelica doesn't get hers. What should've been the best night of our lives quickly turns into one of the worst. Soon after, things start to go wrong. Our mom, who had always loved her "little moon" (me) and her "little sun" (Angelica) equally, suddenly sides with Angelica on everything. Then, my friends start to behave oddly around me. But it gets even worse. The company we started together as sisters votes to oust me? Shocked, I go to my long--term boyfriend, Orion Locklear--the boy I have loved my whole life--for comfort, only to find him and Angelica in her room...naked. How could she do all this to me? Not only as a sister, betraying everything we once shared....but as a powerless markless? I'm the one who got the witchmark, not her! Yet I wasn't able to stop any of this from happening. Something isn't adding up. I refuse to sit back any longer and let her continue to ruin my life. It's time to claw my way back up to the top and reclaim everything she took from me...even if it means I have to join hands with witch-kind's historical mortal enemies: the super powerful, super rich Hunter family--yup, they used to hunt witches, and only stopped when we agreed to give up Black Magic. Oh, and of course, the guy I'm assigned to work with, Miles Hunter, has to be super hot, too. Seven Hells! Can't a girl catch a break?

Action Fantasy Modern

7.4

Bought By My Obsessive Billionaire Ex

7.4

Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished. Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey. When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled. In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession. "If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you." My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die. But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career. They thought I would cower. But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.2

Just A Placeholder: Dying For His Mistress

9.2

I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me. Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti. He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield. The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection. "It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter." My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one. When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me. He cried because his tool was broken. He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place. "Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck." I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom. I closed my eyes and died. Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang. It was his father. "Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped." I was the vessel. And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King.

Action Mafia Romance

8.7

Kidnapped by Love: My Ex Left , but a Mob Taught Him

8.7

I was kidnapped, but my ex Calvin Thornton dismissed it as a ploy to pressure him. His cruel words-offering ransom to "teach me a lesson"-left me desperate. Jasper Lancaster, a powerful figure, rescued me. Amidst danger, we grew close, and I chose him over Calvin. When Calvin later regretted, begging me to return and even risking his life to retrieve a tossed ring, I'd already moved on. Wearing Jasper's ring, I made clear my choice: I'd found someone who valued me, and Calvin's belated apologies couldn't undo the past. My heart now belongs to Jasper, and I'll never look back.

Action Mafia Romance

8.2

Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister

8.2

The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.

Action Fantasy Modern

No Escape From Fate

Chapter 7

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