Donna_Sheldon

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

In a post-apocalyptic world, you'll find four main types of people. Those who fight with all their might "the hunters." The ones who leech and exploit others "the pests." The predators, who see everyone as prey. And lastly, we have "the survivors," the resilient ones who never give up. Everyone often fits into one category, but it's hard to determine which one Maya falls into. She's not exactly a fighter, considering leaving her room was a chore even before the apocalypse. A predator? No way—she's always been a pushover. You might think she's a survivor, but that's laughable. She'd rather die from starvation than resort to scavenging. So, how should we categorize her? leeche? Nope. Perhaps a new category is needed: "The Lost"—those struggling to find their place in a shattered world."

Elena, a ruthless mafia heiress from modern times, awakens in the body of Ophelia, a downtrodden princess sold to the cold and cursed Grand Duke of the North. Armed with memories of her tragic novel fate—death, betrayal, and despair—Elena refuses to bow to destiny. Determined to rewrite Ophelia's story, she uses her cunning and resilience to navigate palace intrigue, win the Duke's favor, and survive a world of dark secrets and curses. Will she escape her tragic ending, or will the shadows of the past consume her once more?

Luka was nothing more than a failed knight, mocked by his comrades and burdened by his own weakness. When he failed to protect his queen, her brutal fate—and his own—seemed like the end. But death was only the beginning. Waking up in a void, Luka is presented with a tantalizing yet cruel opportunity: a second chance at life, but only if he wins the game. With cryptic rules, dangerous foes, and the weight of his past failures haunting him, Luka must navigate a mysterious, treacherous realm where the stakes are higher than ever. This time, he’s not fighting for honor or glory—he’s fighting for her. Driven by a fragile spark of hope and the memory of the queen he swore to protect, Luka is on a desperate quest to rewrite his story. But as the game twists and turns, revealing secrets about his own soul, Luka must confront the darkest parts of himself. Can he rise above his failures, or is he doomed to repeat them? The path to redemption is brutal, but for Luka, failure isn’t an option—not again.