1572 Book(s) Related to under one roof by gregor

A hot billionaire needs a wife to receive his inheritance, Nathan Rossi does not give a damn about many things except his inheritance. Nathan does not want any commitments so he meets Rachel and arranges a proposition that he feels would benefit them both. This is how Nathan and Rachel's story begins but it gets more complicated, hot and very steamy coupled with a rollercoaster of emotions. Maybe there will be a happy ending for them both.Then again, maybe not.

Do all men lose interest in their wives after marriage?

We’ve been married for five years, and he never touched me.

At first he said he wasn’t well, so I was understanding. Later he recovered, but still kept me far away.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my sister came in for a check-up, clearly pregnant with his child.

The truth hit me hard: he wasn’t incapable. He was just incapable with me.

I drew up the divorce papers, ready to end this empty marriage.

On the reason for divorce, I wrote with my own hand:

“Male sexual dysfunction; no marital relations in five years.”

He only smiled coldly when he saw it.

A week later, in the urology clinic.

I put on my medical gloves, looked at him, and said calmly:

“Sir, will you undress yourself, or shall I help you?”

His disapproval didn’t take away my confidence.

I still embraced better things in my career and love life!

But his life started to be filled with one accident after another.

The luxury cruise ship in the high seas had become a floating steel coffin for the beautiful CEO and me.
Just a door away, the corridor was teeming with slithering, tentacled Mimics. The wet, crunching sounds of them chewing on raw flesh were enough to make anyone’s scalp go numb.
Inside the pitch-black storage cabin—measuring barely three square meters—the usually aloof and untouchable Ice Queen of the corporate world was so terrified she had her flawless body pressed desperately against my chest.
In this extreme claustrophobia, her scalding body heat generated a fierce friction against me in the face of absolute despair.
"Keep me alive. Everything I have... is yours."

For Joey, I shouldered the blame for a commercial crime and survived five years behind bars—alone, even through a miscarriage.

With only five days left on my sentence, his secretary flaunted a “bonus” transfer from him—521,314—and when I left one mild comment, she blocked me.

I got released early on Christmas, wanting to surprise my husband. Instead, I pushed open our bedroom door and found Joey and Betty in our marital bed, deep in their sick little games.

And then I overheard a phone call that shattered everything: my little sister, Sansa, hadn’t died from a surgical “accident” at all. Joey had bribed the surgeon and had her heart cut out—so his mistress could gain a werewolf’s healing ability and keep having some perverted sex on bed.

He lied to me, used me, murdered my sister—and still mocked me for I was nothing without him.

What he doesn’t know is that I’m the daughter of an Alpha. I cut my family off for him once. Now I’m taking everything back—divorce, vengeance, and a rec

My ex and I used to live inside a romance movie.

She was the heroine’s best friend. I was the hero’s loyal sidekick. When the leads got their happy ending, we—the two “extras”—ended up together like an afterthought.

Then the credits rolled, and real life didn’t. The heroine died in a car crash, the hero fell apart, and my girlfriend chose that moment to leave me.

She said she was done being a supporting role. She wanted the spotlight—she wanted the heroine’s place.

I didn’t beg. I left the city alone and started over from nothing.

Five years later, I returned with my own company group—and ran into her again at a charity gala.

She still looked flawless, moving through the room of power and money, keeping up the image of success. She assumed I was still the same guy trailing behind someone else, and she spoke to me with that familiar, pitying superiority—offering to “help” me back into the circle.

Until the lights dimmed, and the host read my name with respectful clarity, inviting me to the stage.

That was when she realized the gala’s biggest sponsor was me—and the “sidekick” she thought she’d left behind was now someone she could never reach again.

My daughter has been blind since birth. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally received news of a matching cornea donor.
Our whole family was so excited we couldn't sleep that night. My husband and daughter eagerly prepared for the surgery, their hearts filled with hope that she would soon see the light.
But I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and, amidst the family's stunned gazes, proposed a divorce on the spot.
My husband's face turned ashen as he demanded harshly, "You want a divorce just because I'm going through with our daughter's surgery?"
I curled the corner of my mouth and enunciated every word: "That's right. Because you're going through with her surgery—this marriage is over."

On the seventh wedding anniversary, I woke up in the lounge and found a big word "BITCH" sprayed with red paint on my chest.
The culprit, holding a spray-paint can, had a naive-looking smile on her face and said, "I'm doing you a favor. Your white outfit's way too boring."
I was just about to take action when my husband rushed in to protect her, frowning and scolding me: "She's just a little girl; she doesn't know any better. Do you have to be so petty?"
At this moment, looking at the man in front of me who had risen because of my family's influence, I suddenly laughed.
He probably forgot who had given him this overwhelming wealth.
I unscrewed the red-tipped thick paint pen and walked step by step towards the trembling girl.
"Your face is boring, too. Let me do you a favor."
As for my husband?
I'll make him know that without me, he's worse than a dog.

Seven years ago, betrayed by my closest friend and my fiancée, I was thrown into the lightless Black Sea Death Prison and tortured mercilessly.

Seven years later, I returned through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to find my crippled little sister being trampled in the mud by my former "brother," forcing her to sign a humiliating organ extraction contract.

"A worthless ghost who just crawled out of death row—what makes you think you can fight a billionaire tycoon like me?"

At a grand banquet at the Peninsula Hotel, the treacherous couple threw a bloody dog bone at my feet. They mobilized hundreds of heavily armed SWAT officers to surround me, demanding I kneel, kowtow, and call them master.

They thought their wealth and power made them untouchable on the West Coast, assuming I was still the same spineless weakling from years ago.

That was until an EMP tore through the night sky. Three military stealth fighter jets hovered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hundreds of laser sights from the nation's most classified special forces locked dead center on the foreheads of every elite in the room.

Under the horrified gazes of the city's high society, a four-star general crashed through the window and gave me the highest military salute:

"Tier Zero Task Force assembled! Supreme Commander, please give the order to purge!"

At that moment, the high-and-mighty tycoons finally remembered the terror of being dominated by the abyss.

An S-Rank [Thunder Tyrant]?

I watched coldly as the "good brother" who had betrayed me in my past life strutted around, stealing my woman and humiliating my F-Rank skill.

What he didn't know was that every time he channeled his lightning, his talent was draining his lifespan. In our past life, I was the one who used my skill, [Status Reset], to restore his life force time and time again.

Reborn for another lifetime, I decided I was done playing the saint.

When the crimson behemoth shattered the dome, Brad laughed maniacally, summoning a storm of lightning. But in an instant, the fierce backlash turned his arms into brittle charcoal, shattering in pieces across the ground. I stepped over his rolling, mutilated body and picked up a piece of rusty scrap metal.

"Reset."

The dead rust was eradicated. The scrap metal instantly reverted to a fully charged, high-frequency combat blade.

Gripping the blade in one hand, I faced the overwhelming tide of corpses and carved out a path of blood.

I came home early from a business trip and overheard the woman Joseph always called his “poor stepmother” clinging to him in his office, begging for a kiss. Her swollen belly carried his child.
“When do I get to stop pretending to be your stepmother?” Susan whined.
Joseph’s cold laugh stripped away the last of my dignity. “Soon. Once I drain Emma’s company dry, she’ll be useless.”
I used to think Joseph was my salvation.
After his father died and his pregnant stepmother had nowhere to go, I ignored my family’s objections and brought them both into my home. I poured every resource I had into helping him rise.
I even became pregnant with his child.
Only then did I realize I had never really been his wife.
I was only the stepping stone they used to climb into wealth.
That night, Susan staged a miscarriage.
And Joseph, his face twisted with rage, locked me—pregnant and bleeding—inside a freezing basement.
“A vicious woman like you doesn’t deserve a child.”

With one week left until the wedding, Henry Jones asked me to reschedule the date—for one simple reason:
“On our wedding day, I’m taking Ann to the hospital for her prenatal checkup.”
Ann is the widow of his brother Ethan. She’s also my half-sister. In that private room, they laughed at me for being “almost thirty and desperate to get married.”
Ann put on an innocent face. “If Rory is really in such a rush… I can reschedule my appointment.”
I wanted to break up, and Henry frowned as he lectured me:
“As her future sister-in-law, why do you have to fight her over this one day?”
I asked him, “Do you even remember what Friday is?”
He coaxed me softly: “One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” I nodded and said “Fine,” thinking I could still swallow it.
Until I pressed my fingerprint to enter his office and overheard Ann questioning him about inheritance, and Henry answered under his breath, “It won’t come to that—I won’t let Rory get pregnant with my child.”
That was the moment I u

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

"No. Everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie. Say one truth. I dare you to tell me one fucking truth."

"I love you."

"No, you don't. Say something else."

"I can't live without you."

"Shut up, you bastard! How can you say you love me when all you ever do is hurt me?"

Once a predator locks onto its prey, there's no letting go.

Leah Walsh is a lonely wife, starved for the love her husband no longer gives.
Aiden Kingston is a ruthless caporegime of the city's most feared crime family. A man who doesn't understand the word no.

She fights her attraction to him, but one reckless choice shatters her marriage and binds her to him. Now, Leah is trapped in his violent world, where simply standing by his side makes her a target for his enemies. Every attempt to escape his chains only tightens them, and Aiden's obsession grows stronger each passing day.

Will leah break free or surrender to the man who is determined to ruin her and claim her as his?

A terrible choice is still a choice. A life of bad decisions had placed Zoe in a dangerous situation. Work for the Dregs, shadow assassins and their master, or face her survivors seeking revenge. What better way to hide from death than deal in it? As a Necromancer, the end of life didn’t bother her. She knew what waited–nothing good. The problem is no one just joined. First, they needed to apprentice and prove themselves. Those drafted walked the lands as a force of nature, their very presence tweaking the scales of injustice towards balance. Zoe wished they would tell her whom to kill and let her get on with it. Instead, she was bound to wander blindly, her bumbling and bumping path creating chaos. From this, anarchy was meant to raise a new world order. Best she could tell, the system was hogwash, too random and localized for significant change. However, she was in no position to argue. Will Zoe ever gain the skills and knowledge needed to become a full-fledged Dreg? Read Guilded, the first book in her story set in the magical Lilliehaven universe to find out. Get it now.

Mahina Reyes is desperate. An unemployed journalist from a broken home, she sees her last chance in an interview with the elusive CEO of Elites Health Corp, a man known only as Alba Marcelo.
Alba, a man of staggering wealth and unnerving intensity, is instantly captivated by Mahina's indifferent, endearing nature. He orchestrates her employment—a move Mahina accepts, unaware she's now entangled with the handsome stranger she keeps running into in the most unpleasant situations.
When Mahina finally meets her subject, she discovers the truth: Alba is the very man she despises. He agrees to the interview, but only if she meets a bizarre condition: show him the Seven Wonders of the World in a single day. When she fails, she's forced into his luxurious, suffocating mansion, beginning a reluctant proximity that sparks undeniable heat.
As Mahina fights her growing attraction to the dominating and possessive CEO, she stumbles upon the horrifying truth of his origin: Alba is an alien, a creature of unimaginable power from a hidden kingdom of queer, god-like beings who crash-landed on Earth centuries ago.
Their forbidden love threatens to expose a kingdom hiding in plain sight. But with a long-forgotten prophecy meant to tear them apart, will Mahina and Alba's love defy destiny, or will the world—and the heavens—demand a reckoning?

Grace finds herself in the hands of the person who rejected her. Since she has another mate, she prays that he comes to her rescue before it's too late.

Living a dog’s life. Fixers, that’s what they’re called, a group of supernatural beings that keep the world they live in working. Things break, they fix them. Lucky is an Immortal Fixer, but what happens when Immortals start showing up dead? Lucky and Death need to discover what is happening to the Fixers before the world as they know it ends in chaos. With no heaven or hell to speak of, who could be behind this latest mess? Read Cobe II: The Slightly Twisting Path to Neither to learn Lucky’s fates.

"Tell me to stop." His mouth grazed her throat, unhurried, deliberate. "Say it, and I'll let you walk out of here alive."

Elena didn't say it.

She was sent to Chicago to destroy Luca Moretti, the Devil King who rebuilt his empire on blood and grief and the ghost of a dead wife. She was trained for this. Weaponized for this. She knows exactly how obsession looks when it wears the mask of devotion.

The problem? She's wearing his dead wife's face.

And the longer she stays inside his penthouse, his bed, his hands, his dangerous, devastating tenderness, the harder it becomes to remember which part of this is the mission and which part is something she's never been allowed to have.

She came here to kill him.

He knows.

He's keeping her anyway.

And somewhere in Viktor's buried files is a secret that won't just shatter their future, it will rewrite everything Elena believes she survived

Maurice comes closer again and kisses me. "Gosh, you drive me crazy."
I can feel his hand travelling behind my back. Easily, he unhooks the strap of my undergarment, still placing feather soft kisses on my skin, fanning me with his smooth breath. What happens next is an unforgettable night of passion.


When Stacy's parents leave without a trace never to come back, they leave her in the cruel hands of the Alpha and his pack members who derive pleasure in beating her and calling her a weak and useless Omega.

However, one day，Stacy meets her mate. She's surprised to discover that her mate is an Alpha, something which baffles her. She can't believe that her mate is an Alpha while she's an Omega, a weak one for that matter?

What strings control a puppet? Endless questions faced Morgan and her company of adventures, and every revelation only served to raise more. Free of the dark Labyrinth now she faces the endless daylight of the magical desert. The mage tower and the answers held within await. Can Morgan unravel the secrets of her past or will she become one more victim of the sins of her father? Read the final book in Morgan’s story to learn the truth.

Allen's hope is a kind-hearted and intelligent boy who lives with his family in the mountains. He became his family's breadwinner after his father's death, making trips to the nearby village to sell charcoal. Everything changed when he came home one day to discover that his family was attacked and slaughtered by a demon. Hope and his sister Gwen were the sole survivors of the incident, with Gwen being transformed into a demon, but still surprisingly showing signs of human emotion and thought.
What do you think will happen to Hope as he journeys to England in search of the demon king.
Stay tuned and comment.

The past is the key. Helena and the Legend have finally reached China, still one Dragon tear short. She needs to meet a contact under the streets of Guangzhou. Locate the Land of Immortals so she can rescue Tsang Mei. Find the lost policeman and pull him from any danger he might have gotten himself into. Locate her father if he is still alive. All while stopping the end of the world, plotted by the Rakshasa from before the beginning of time. No pressure. Follow Helena as she searches for Shangri-La and her father in the final Helena Brandywine novel.