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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Her words made my mouth fall open and my heart drop straight into my stomach.

Oh, that's VERY reassuring!

"How?" I barely managed to choke out, my body and mind frozen with suffocating panic.

"I don't know everything," Alaya admitted sadly. "Six years ago, the watchmen came for Sariya. She was chosen as one of the brides... and she never came back. I don't know what happened to her, but I do know she never became a queen. No one ever did. The king is a sorcerer-he's lived for centuries-and still, there has never been a queen," the woman said gravely.

I stared at her, eyes wide, horror creeping through me.

Wait... a sorcerer?!

So their ruler is some ancient, sick old wizard demanding virgins for wives?!

Oh, that's just wonderful. Now I understand why Manar is so desperate to protect her daughter.

I need to run. Fast.

"Listen," Alaya looked at me with sorrow in her eyes. "You remind me so much of Sariya. I wouldn't wish her fate on you, but escaping from here is truly impossible. Between the roaming lone werewolves and the wild beasts, our valley is surrounded by mountains. There's only one road out through the gorge, and it's guarded. And even if you hide somewhere inside the valley, sooner or later the king's guards will find you."

"Can you read minds?" I asked in surprise-because honestly, at this point, anything seemed possible.

"No," the woman smiled gently. "It's just written all over your face."

"So what am I supposed to do now? Please... tell me everything you know," I pleaded, forgetting even to change my clothes.

"All right," Alaya said firmly. "Get dressed, I'll wait for you in the kitchen. We'll talk."

She stood up and opened the door to leave.

"Alaya!" I called out. She turned to me. "Thank you. And... my name's Isabella. You can just call me Iza."

She gave a faint smile and disappeared down the hall. For a few minutes, I couldn't move, just staring blankly into space. How did I end up here?

I have to learn more about this world-and for that, I'll need someone to trust. Alaya seems like the right person. Maybe I'm a naïve fool for trusting her so easily, but I don't feel any malice or deceit from her. And maybe, because of what happened to her daughter, she'll understand me even more.

Thinking about that made me remember my mother. How worried would she be if I vanished?

But... I did vanish.

Things with my dad had always been a bit tense, but I love them both with all my heart.

I just hope they aren't suffering the way Alaya does.

Maybe... just maybe... there's a way to go home.

Lost in my thoughts, I realized I'd been sitting idle for far too long. Snapping out of it, I quickly dressed in the clothes Alaya had given me and went to the kitchen, where she was already waiting.

"Alaya, please," I begged softly, "tell me everything you know about what awaits me... and about your world."

"I thought as much," Alaya smiled faintly, not the least bit surprised by my request. "You're definitely not from around here. All right, I'll tell you."

From her story, I learned that this world was very different from Earth-yet oddly similar in many ways. It didn't feel like a separate planet, but rather a parallel universe, somehow linked to ours. There were too many uncanny coincidences to ignore.

As we spoke, evening descended outside-or what they called evening. Here, a full day lasts twenty-seven hours, and the nights never turn completely dark. Instead, they glow with a soft twilight, thanks to several moons and a sun that never quite sets.

The brighter celestial light, which fully disappears beyond the horizon, is simply called the Sun. The dimmer one is known as Volar, and it never fully sets-it hovers just above the horizon even at night.

Their planet is also called Earth. The familiar moon we see in the night sky exists here too, but there's another satellite visible both day and night-Latz-larger and shimmering like a jewel in the heavens.

A year still has twelve months, though each month is forty-four days long. Thankfully, hours and seconds match ours perfectly, and the week still consists of seven days with the same names.

It was a strange world indeed, and I felt I had only begun to scratch the surface of it.

"As I told you," Alaya continued, lowering her voice, "our king, Karadeylis, is a great mage."

Now we had reached the part I dreaded most.

"For several centuries he has ruled these lands. Many generations have lived and died under his reign. How he came to power remains shrouded in mystery. Some say he slaughtered the previous royal dynasty and took their throne for himself. Others whisper that he's one of the last descendants of that very bloodline. And then there are those who believe he's cursed-bound to immortality by ancient magic.

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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 9

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