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WSA 2025 ENTRY Bound To The Alphas, Marked By Four Ava was never meant to matter. Born an omega in a world where only the strong are respected, she was always at the bottom—especially in the Nightshade Pack. After her parents died under strange circumstances, people whispered that she was to blame. She was just a scared little girl, but no one cared. So when her cruel uncle and his greedy wife sold her to pay off a debt, no one stopped them. She was sold to four powerful alphas—to work as their maid. For years, Ava cleaned up after them, made their food, and lived off scraps. She was punished for things she didn’t do. To them, she was nothing. Just a maid. A burden. Worthless. But fate had other plans. Everything changed on her 20th birthday. That’s when she found her mate. Omegas like her didn’t get mates. But she didn’t just get one. She got all four. And even more shocking? She’s the only one who can give them an heir. Now the alphas want her. The same men who once looked at her like she was nothing… now look at her like she’s everything. They broke her. And now they want to fix her? At first, she wanted to reject them all. Make them feel the pain she had carried in silence for years. But then she thought— Why reject them… when she could have them all?

She was never meant to have a life of her own. Or so they said. She was the adopted omega in a family that never truly wanted her. Her adopted parents , the (Beta or Setinels)of the pack, treated her like dirt, forcing her to believe that she had killed her real parents. She never knew the truth.  One night, they made her lie. “Take the blame,” they told her. “If you don’t, you know what will happen.” She didn’t want to do it, but the punishments they promised were worse. So she agreed, claiming she had stolen the family’s money — money her adopted parents had already promised to repay. Only later did she learn the truth. Their real daughter, Mirabel, had been promised to pay off a debt, and they had used her as a scapegoat instead. She tried to tell the truth, screaming and begging for someone to believe her. But no one did. In the end, she was cast out of the only home she had ever known and forced to work as a maid for the Alpha’s family. She was the girl who scrubbed the floors and served their meals, while her adopted sister, Mirabel, lived her dream as the perfect Beta’s or Sentinels daughter and the future Luna. The Alpha’s triplet sons — Alec, Damon, and Zephyr — were always by Mirabel’s side, showering her with smiles and gentle touches. They were everything she wasn’t. She envied her. She envied the way they looked at Mirabel. But they only looked at her with hate. “You’re nothing,” Damon would say, his dark eyes cold. “You don’t belong here,” Zephyr would sneer. Alec didn’t bother with words. His disgust was plain every time she crossed his path. She accepted it because she thought that was her place in the world. But on the day of her 18th birthday, everything changed. The pack healer called her aside after the moon ritual. “Your mate is one of the Alpha’s sons,” the healer told her. She laughed, shaking her head. “That’s not possible.” But her wolf knew the truth, deep inside. One of the triplets was hers. She tried to hide it. She didn’t want them — they hated her, and she hated them too. But the bond wouldn’t let her go. When the triplets found out, they cornered her in the woods. Alec’s voice was ice. “You? Our mate? That’s a cruel joke.” Damon’s lips curled in a snarl. “I will never accept you. Never.” Zephyr’s eyes flashed with anger. “We don’t want you, omega. Remember that.” Their rejection cut deeper than any wound. But that night, she understood something. If the Moon Goddess tied them together, there was a reason. And if they didn’t want her, she could make them pay for it — while still claiming them for herself. She wouldn’t reject them. No. She would make their lives a living hell. She would haunt their dreams and drive them to madness. Because she had nothing left to lose. And maybe… just maybe… she could make them love her in the end.

SCARLET IDENTITY: DAUGHTER OF ASHES She doesn’t remember who she was. But the world won’t let her forget who she’s supposed to be. Hana lives under lock and key — in a home that feels more like a trap and a life full of missing pieces. Her days are shadowed by strange rules, a controlling guardian, and questions no one will answer. Her memories? Fragmented. Her freedom? Conditional. When she's dropped into the elite and ruthless halls of Haneul Academy, everything spirals. The students are sharks in silk. The teachers play gods. And Hana? She's a mystery — even to herself. But when flickers of forgotten moments begin clawing their way to the surface — moments of fire, fear, and faces she can’t name — Hana realizes the truth is closer than anyone wants her to find. There’s something buried deep in her past. Something powerful. Something dangerous. And Hana is done playing by their rules.

"You're a monster," she spat. He blinked at her, his eyes glimmering with amusement. "Are you only realizing that?" He asked, a crazed expression on his face. *** Isla Cruz is done being a pawn in her father’s ruthless Mafia and werewolf empire. When she rebels against an arranged marriage to her abusive ex, she finds herself in the arms of a dangerous stranger, Dominic Graves, the infamous “Grimreaper Alpha.” Dominic is a demon-born werewolf feared by all, a cold conqueror hiding a lonely heart beneath his ruthless exterior. What starts as a reckless one-night stand spirals into a deadly game of power, revenge, and forbidden desire. When Isla discovers she’s caught in the middle of an ancient prophecy and that Dominic is her fated mate, she must navigate betrayal, dark secrets, and the fierce pull of a bond neither can deny. But can trust and love survive when enemies become lovers, and the price of passion is everything they’ve ever known?

I seek freedom. Freedom from abuse from me, from life, from my uncle, from my mind and every other thing I know. My life is unbearable and death is unachievable but love... No it can't happen. My heart pawns on love and every other thing life brings. Anger and shame defines who I am. Who will save me?! Find out how I, Paige Kam, a suicidal teenager found Hope and a Heart to live and love again.

Three years ago, Rachel was dragged into a nightmare she didn’t create. Camila died in a car accident. Rachel was blamed. But Camila wasn’t just anyone, she was the fiancée of Jeffrey, the cold and powerful man who ruled the city. In just one night, Rachel lost everything. Her boyfriend, Sean Stevens, abandoned her. Her family treated her like dirt. Her name was smeared. Her heart was shattered. No one cared that she was innocent. She took the fall and went to jail. After three years behind bars, she came out with nothing, but she didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. She became a sanitation worker, quietly sweeping the city that once threw her away. Until one rainy night, she caught the attention of a man in a black suit with cold eyes and a voice that could freeze time. Neither of them knew each other’s true identity. She didn’t know he was Jeffrey. He didn’t know she was 'that' Rachel. But fate isn’t done playing games. As secrets unravel and truths explode, the whole city is shaken. The woman they all stepped on is back, and she’s not the same naive girl who took the blame. This time, Rachel will rise from the ashes. And those who once betrayed her? She’ll make sure they regret it. He once buried her. Now, he can’t stop chasing her. But she already turned her heart to ice.

His tongue lapped a sensitive spot on my neck and a moan fled my mouth. He hissed in pleasure. “I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t-” His voice trailed off as a low groan escaped his lips. “Oh fuck! What have you done to me, Theodore? My body aches badly for you.” He grumbled, his voice deeper and thicker than before. Instinctively, I tightened my arms around him. And when it wasn’t enough, I slid one hand inside his trouser from the back, digging deeper and crossing the barrier his boxer created. When my hands touched the big, warm scrotum sac, I grabbed it, eliciting a low growl from him. Then I faced him, my boldness frothing over. “Don’t stop, uncle. Let your body take what it wants.” I whispered. When Theodore Reyes, a lonely, bullied omega, discovers he has a long-lost relative from his late mother’s side, he never expects him - Alaric Morales. A rugged, devastatingly handsome alpha with a tragic past. Alaric is everything forbidden: older, masculine, and most dangerous of all... his uncle and mate. After being released from prison, Alaric seeks refuge in his sister’s home, only to find himself drawn to the beautiful, scent-sweet boy who opens the door for him - Theodore Reyes, his nephew and his new mate. Desire claws through his every conviction. The death of his former mate still haunts him. He’s not into men. Has never been. And this boy is off-limits. But the bond doesn’t care. As tension simmers and the bond crackles with hunger, Alaric is forced to choose: deny the wild love blooming where it shouldn’t, or surrender to the one thing he swore he’d never want… Theodore A forbidden love. A burning bond. A war between shame, instinct, and salvation. Read ‘Fated to My Sexy, Homophobic Uncle’ now - the taboo omega & alpha romance that will leave you breathless, aching, and begging for more.

Miranda has always been the outcast—the illegitimate daughter, scorned by her family, and rejected by her pack. When her Alpha father sells her as a tribute to the ruthless Alpha Colton of the Raiden Pack, Miranda’s fate seems sealed. Cold, cruel, and feared by all, Colton is a wolf lord known for his dominance, not mercy. Trapped in his world, Miranda must decide: will she break under his control, or rise and be his Luna.

Hazel has spent most of her life picked on and bullied by the triplet, rich, and handsome soon-to-be Alphas of the Emberfang Pack, Lucas, Liam, and Levi Sullivan. ‘Adopted’ by the Alpha and Luna, Hazel works as a live-in maid and is subjected to their daily torture. As such, Hazel wants nothing more than to leave the Emberfang Pack once she turns 18 and pays off her debt. Only, never once has she expected to find her fated mate in her tormentors—the Sullivan Triplets. All three of them. Caught between the mate bond constantly drawing her to the three handsome alphas and the trauma of their past bullying, Hazel must make a choice. Will she let go of the pain and trauma and give the triplets a chance? Or will she walk away from the Emberfang pack and her fated mates forever?

Clarisa grew up never expecting love from her family. at age 6 after an unfortunate accident she recovered memories of her past life as a college student who passed away from an illness. With her new knowledge she tries to gain the love and attention from her family just the way female leads do in transmigration and reincarnation stories, but she was soon to realize that reality and fiction are two different things. Now with only the determination to live without regrets, she focus on learning her magic and earning enough money to run away from her family once she comes of age.

She was once Du Yue, the dazzling jewel of Starlight City society—proud and fiery, loving Chen Ze with a passion that consumed her, until he became the very center of her universe. He, on the other hand, was Chen Ze, the unyielding emperor of the business world—cold, calculating, and willing to sacrifice her to safeguard his cherished ideal, Shen Ya, crushing her dignity beneath his heel without remorse. “Du Yue, if justice won’t punish you, I will.” For two years, she plummeted from the heights of bliss into the depths of despair, her spirit reduced to ash, yearning only for freedom from his suffocating grasp. “Wife, where do you think you’re going without me?” He closed in, his voice deceptively soft but edged with cruel intent. “To a place far from you…” she answered icily, her resolve unwavering, leaving no room for regret or return. When the truth finally came to light, he realized the magnitude of his mistake, his heart drowning in waves of unbearable regret. But she was no longer the woman who had once burned so brightly for him. In the meantime, her closest friend embarked on a mission to avenge her mother, allying with a shadowy CEO whose identity remained shrouded in mystery, setting off a tempest within the upper echelons of high society. Love and hatred intertwined, debts of vengeance and wounds of betrayal collided, redemption and retribution walked side by side. In this intricate game of power and wealth, who would emerge victorious when the final curtain fell?

Han Areum remembers everything: a distant life as a witch who was burned alive, a modern life consumed by burnout and perfectionism—and now this one, inside a romance novel where she was never meant to survive. In the novel "All For My Dearest", Han Areum was nothing more than a tragic afterthought. An illegitimate daughter erased in the first chapter, her brutal death was a plot device—a catalyst for the heroine’s journey toward healing, love, and happily-ever-after. But fate had other plans. Burdened with the memories and grief of two lifetimes, Areum refuses to follow the role written for her. Reclaiming her life means choosing stillness over spectacle, healing over vengeance—far from the heroine and the novel’s main plot. And for six years, she did just that. Until now. Her father wants her to attend Daehyun Academy—the very stage where the novel’s main plot is set to unfold. The story is changing. And this time, Areum is the one writing it.

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

Warning: Matured content. Maya DeLuca was born as a result of adultery. She is the fruit of the shameful love affair her married mother had. Her mother passed away shortly after giving birth, leaving Maya to bear the consequences of her mother's sins. Right from birth, Maya was loathed by everyone in her family, especially her stepfather, her late mother’s husband. Maya is the evidence of his wife's betrayal; hence, she is a thorn in his flesh. He abused her, punishing her for her mother’s betrayal. Maya is a junior chef at a five-restaurant and also works as a waitress at her Stepfather’s gentlemen's club to pay off the debt she owes him. Maya's Life becomes more complicated when she gets entangled with a handsome billionaire, Dalton Black, as he hires her as his personal chef. Maya obliviously captivated Dalton's heart as love blossomed between them. However, to fight for her love for Dalton Black, Maya must face the nefarious plans devised by Dalton Black's enemies and those who wish to break them apart.

She was born with no memory of the stars she once called home. In the stillness of rural life, between garden soil and sleepless nights with her newborn, a woman begins to feel stirrings she cannot explain. Dreams that don’t belong to this life. A voice that whispers wisdom she never learned. Glimpses of a deeper truth buried beneath years of survival, silence, and sacrifice. This is the journey of a goddess soul reborn into human form—one life among many—sent to experience love, pain, loss, and the healing power of remembrance. Through the rhythms of nature, moon rituals, motherhood, and moments of stillness, she begins to reconnect with the divine essence within her. As memories from past incarnations emerge—some filled with beauty, others with betrayal—she uncovers the timeless lessons that weave through them all. Told through gentle prose and spiritual insight, The Goddess walks the path of life is a story of feminine awakening, ancestral healing, and the return to self. A tale for those who have forgotten who they truly are—and are ready to remember.

Under the glow of the moon, Ryder, the Lycan king of the Star Blood Pack,has been searching for his destined mate. For years, he has traveled the land, following every whisper, every rumor, and every hint that might lead him to the one who will complete him. As the supreme leader of the Greenwood, Moonlight, and Shadow packs, Ryder's authority is unquestioned. But without his mate, he feels incomplete. Meanwhile, Crystal, a werewolf without abilities, lives a life akin to human. She has endured isolation. Her fate takes a drastic turn when she discovers her mate - only to be met with rejection. "I, Beta George of the Moonlight pack hereby reject you, Crystal," he declares, his voice cutting deep. But Crystal's life is far from over. Her path intersects with Ryder's and their lives become forever entwined. As Ryder discovers his mate has been rejected, he vowed to claim her. However, their love is threatened by dark forces. A ruthless adversary, driven by a lust for power, seeks to destroy the balance between packs. Ryder and Crystal must battle their enemies to stay together. As tensions rise, secrets unfold; *A traitor lurks within Ryder's inner circle. *Crystal's true nature holds more significance than she knows. *An ancient prophecy foretells a catastrophic future.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF BDSM THEMES AND MATURE LANGUAGE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. 18+ ONLY Nyx Everharts had only known submission as pain, degradation, and suffering. Forced into servitude by Severin Volkov, a cruel Dom who twisted the meaning of control, she barely escaped with her life-collapsing at the doorstep of a club she thought would be her salvation. Raphael Devereux never expected to find a broken submissive at his feet. As a respected Dom with strict rules and an unwavering sense of responsibility, he saw the terror in her eyes, the scars of her past, and knew one thing-she needed protection. But more than that, she needed to unlearn everything she thought she knew about submission. Taking her under his wing, Raphael teaches Nyx the true meaning of a D/s relationship-where trust, communication, and consent reign supreme. But as he slowly breaks down her walls, igniting desires she never thought she could feel again, an old threat lingers in the shadows. Her past isn't done with her yet. Severin Volkov is coming back for what he believes is his. As Nyx rediscovers her own strength and the beauty of surrender, she must decide-will she submit out of fear, or will she choose submission as power? In a world where pleasure and pain dance on a delicate edge, can love truly be the ultimate form of control?