Story By Ijeoma Lucy
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Ijeoma Lucy

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Scarred and Wanted
Updated at Sep 23, 2025, 09:18
She’s curvy. Broken. Invisible. At least, that’s what Rayna’s father and the reapers want her to believe. Abused at home and bullied at school, Rayna’s life is nothing but pain—until one desperate act changes everything. Suddenly, the boys who tormented her can’t look away, and the men who want to own her realize she’s stronger than she seems. In a world of lies, blood, and dangerous love, Rayna must decide: stay the victim everyone expects her to be… or rise as the queen no one saw coming.
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Howls and Hexes
Updated at Jul 28, 2025, 10:24
Rayna Voss has always lived in the shadows—short, chubby, naive and painfully sheltered by a mother who feared the outside world. But after her mother's sudden death, Rayna moves to Texas hoping to start over, unaware of what she really is and not knowing that fate has already tied her to something far more dangerous. She meets Zac, a powerful alpha werewolf with a dark past and a hatred for witches, their connection is instant, intoxicating… and impossible. Witches and werewolves have been enemies for centuries. Rayna soon discovers she is a witch, but she is no ordinary witch, she is the last living descendant of Ashthera, the forgotten goddess of fate and wild magic. As secrets unfold, Rayna finds herself hunted by a bloodthirsty coven loyal to the god Hades. They want her power. Her blood, And her mate. Rayna must survive betrayal, torture, and the brutal truth of her heritage, while struggling to hold onto a love that was written in the stars but born in war. Will love be enough to overcome centuries of blood and vengeance? Or will Rayna become the very thing she was warned never to be? I’m not human,” Zac said quietly. I stared at him. “What does that even mean?” “I’m a werewolf.” My heart skipped. “Werewolves… like the fairytale kind?” He looked at me, serious and silent. “I’ll show you.” And then he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Wait, what are you doing?” “I can’t shift in clothes. They’ll tear apart.” “Oh my God,” I said, turning around and shielding my eyes. “You’re not seriously—” Bones cracked behind me. Flesh shifted. The air trembled. And then I wasn’t alone with a man anymore.
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