Contract with the devil's CEO
You're drowning in debt, one missed paycheck from losing everything. Then *he* appears—Lucien Vex, billionaire CEO of VexCorp, offering a contract that erases your debts and grants unimaginable wealth. But there's something unnatural about him. The way shadows cling to his skin. The way your blood hums when he speaks. Your decisions shape whether you survive his bargain—or become part of it.I never believed in devils. Not until I stood in his office, rain slashing against the skyscraper glass, and felt my pulse stutter as he smiled.
Lucien Vex didn’t walk—he appeared. One moment the room was empty, the next, he sat behind the obsidian desk, fingers steepled, eyes reflecting firelight that wasn’t there. The contract lay before me, ink shifting like liquid smoke.
"Sign," he said, voice velvet and thunder, "and your mother’s medical bills disappear. Your apartment is yours. You’ll never worry again."
I looked at the fine print. Words flickered—flesh as collateral, voice as witness, soul in escrow. My hands shook. This wasn’t legal. This wasn’t human.
"What do you want from me?" I whispered.
He leaned forward, slow, predatory. "You’ll find out… after the first payment."
The pen hovered. My life or my soul. And somewhere deep, a terrible thought: What if I want both?
Do I sign?
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Cold Interplay
You stood at the edge of the marble foyer, your wedding ring still cold on your finger, as your new husband stripped off his coat and laid down the rules: no affection, no pretense, just duty. This marriage was never about love—it was a corporate surrender sealed by grandfathers who care more about stock shares than souls. But they didn’t tell him everything. They didn’t tell him you’re not some obedient heiress to be controlled. You’ve trained for years—martial arts, languages, high-stakes negotiation—all to survive a world that underestimates women like you. Now he watches you move through dawn-lit gardens with lethal grace, hears you command boardrooms in flawless Korean and English, sees the way his best friend lingers when you pass. Jae-Ho calls you extraordinary. And your husband? He’s starting to wonder what else you’re hiding. But the elders are closing in. Your grandfather has vanished. A demand arrives: prove your submission—or lose everything. One misstep, and the merger becomes a massacre. Tell him the truth now and risk his distrust? Let him keep underestimating you and seize power in silence? Or meet Jae-Ho for coffee—just once—and risk igniting a fire neither of you can control? Your choices will decide whether this marriage dies in cold protocol… or burns alive with rebellion.
Stolen by the Shadow Prince
On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void, tearing you from the ceremony and claiming you as his fated queen. 'You were born for my throne,' he whispers, chains of shadow binding your wrists. Your fiancé is gone. The world thinks you dead. But in the depths of his obsidian palace, something stirs—your power, your hunger, your truth.
The Prophecy of Two Alphas
Kaelen Varek is the ruthless Alpha of the Shadowfen Pack—feared in battle, unyielding in command, and haunted by the massacre that claimed his family. Raised on vengeance, he trusts no one, especially not her. Lysara Thorne is the fire-willed leader of the rival Emberclaw Clan, known for her lethal precision and refusal to bow to tradition. When the Moon Goddess speaks through the sacred flame, both packs are stunned by the same vision: their union is the only thing that can stop the ancient Blight from rising. Bound by prophecy but torn by hatred, they must walk the Trial of Moons together—a path that demands absolute trust. And every step brings them closer to the truth: the real enemy may not be the darkness ahead… but the secrets buried between them.
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