Lara’s student loan app got rejected on a Tuesday. Again. The email was polite, clinical, the kind that makes you want to scream into a pillow until your throat bleeds. Rent was due in nine days. Her part-time barista gig barely covered instant noodles and the electricity to keep her ancient laptop alive. She sat on the floor of her one-room flat in Yaba, back against the peeling wall, staring at the stack of rejection letters like they might catch fire if she glared hard enough.They didn’t.She’d tried everything short of selling a kidney. Then she remembered the battered paperback her ex had left behind — some dog-eared grimoire he’d bought at a flea market for the aesthetic. “Real black magic,” he’d laughed, flipping through yellow pages that smelled like mildew and old incense. She’d rolled her eyes then. Now the book sat open on her rug, candle stubs already dripping wax onto the carpet.The summoning circle was drawn in cheap red lipstick because she didn’t own chalk. The sigils looked wonky, but fuck it. Desperation doesn’t care about aesthetics.She lit the last tea-light, whispered the Latin she’d practiced on YouTube (probably butchered it), and waited.Nothing.Then the bulb overhead flickered once, twice, and died. The room plunged into orange candle-glow. A draft she couldn’t explain lifted the edges of her oversized T-shirt. Her nipples tightened against the cotton.“Really?” she muttered. “This is the part where you show up?”A voice answered from the shadow behind her left shoulder. Low. Smooth. Amused.“Patience, little scholar. Most people at least offer wine first.”She spun so fast her knee cracked. He was just… there. Leaning against the wall like he’d always belonged in her shitty apartment. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black button-down that looked too expensive for this zip code. Dark hair falling over one eye. Skin the color of strong tea. And eyes — fuck, the eyes were wrong. Pupils slit like a cat’s, glowing faint amber even in the dim light.Lara’s mouth went dry. “You’re… real?”“Disappointed?” He tilted his head, lips curling. “Expected horns? A pitchfork?”“I expected not to be broke enough to try this.”He laughed — soft, dark, the sound sliding down her spine like warm oil. “Honesty. I like that.” He pushed off the wall, circled her slowly. Not threatening. Not yet. Just… looking. “What do you want, Lara?”She swallowed. “Money. Enough to finish school, pay rent, stop eating fucking Indomie every night.”“Simple.” He stopped in front of her, close enough she could smell smoke and something sweeter, like burnt sugar. “And what do you offer in return?”She hadn’t thought that far. “My soul?”He snorted. “Souls are overrated. Everyone offers them. Boring.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, then lower. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. “I want something warmer. Something that tastes better.”Heat crawled up her neck. “You want sex.”

SummaryNora Hopkin, the despised Omega of her wolf pack, is forcefully mated and nearly destroyed by Alpha Lucas—her greatest enemy. Betrayed and left for dead, she escapes her pack’s wrath, only to stumble into the territory of the Vampire King, Blade Adrian, a ruthless ruler who has walked the earth for a thousand years without a mate.Her arrival ignites an ancient prophecy, political wars, and a dangerous obsession. Torn between fear, trauma, and an unexpected bond, Nora must decide if she can trust Blade’s dark devotion… while uncovering the truth about her past that could either save or doom both worlds.

Virgo is illegitimate daughter of a famous conglomerate, the Berpolt household. She was cherished deeply by her biological father, hence, becoming the eyesore to the time Madame and the heirs. To quell their anger, Virgo choose a husband among the servant- the one that saved her life. She would come to fall in love with her sweet and innocent husband. Unbeknownst to her, Walter has been living a double life nobody in their family could imagine. What happens when Walter actually ends up falling in love with Virgo? And who is Jaughnn Hudcht Dean? What will happen to their love that started on the wrong step?