443 Book(s) Related to happily after ever

Beta Malcolm and I were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to register our marriage. We were just waiting to take the final photo when he got a phone call and left.
He abandoned me right there at the marriage registration office, leaving me stuck in an impossible situation.
I called him—no answer.
I messaged him—no reply.
In the end, I had no choice but to call his childhood sweetheart’s number. Beta Malcolm answered.
“Rowena, can you stop being so annoying? Queenie twisted her ankle—I need to take care of her today. Stop calling and waking her up. We’ll reschedule the registration.”
I bit my lip and murmured into the phone,
“This makes it the seventh time we’ve rescheduled.”
“So what? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn’t going anywhere—it’s not like it’s going to disappear!”
My face was blank, but it felt like my heart was being carved open.
A staff member looked at me with pity and asked,
“Alpha Rowena, are we still doing this?”
I gave a small nod.
“Yes. Let’s go through with it.”

Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father.
That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found.
While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor.
All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response:
"I'm busy."
And then… silence.
She waited.
And waited.
Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand.
He never came.
Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle.
Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene:
Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave.
The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash.
And from those ashes, something far stronger rose:
Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

My name is Grace Lawson. In everyone’s eyes, I’m a young, beautiful, and widely renowned hypnotist.
I’m also the girlfriend and cooperative partner of Adrian Carter, a rising star in the business world.
Lovers and partners—we raked in money together, winning big and shining bright.
In just three years—one thousand days and nights—I stood by him from nothing to everything, through every storm.
And yet, even with love and profit working well together, he still wouldn’t bring up marriage.
Until I happened to hear him say:
“A woman like Grace Lawson isn’t suited to be a wife.”
“Who knows if the love I feel for her is just one of her schemes?”
Later, I broke my promise and hypnotized him.
That was when he finally got scared—when he understood my hypnosis could make him willingly do anything.
But I only said softly: “Adrian Carter, close your eyes… Forget me. Forget me completely.”

My wife is upstairs with another man—her first love.
But I don't want to fight about it.
I'm not staying here because of her.
Her father once saved my father's life. I'm here to repay that debt.
So they pushed even further.
She wants me to give way to her first love.
Give up my seat at dinner, my trust fund eligibility, my position as family consigliere, even our couple's travel tickets.
Fine. Have it your way.
I'm leaving to go back to being the Don I was meant to be.
Hope your family can survive the mafia wars without me.

Ten years of secret love, and what did I get? Watching him fall for another woman at MY art exhibition.

The most ridiculous part? He turned to me and said, "Harper, you have to help me win her over."

I orchestrated their romantic encounters, taught him how to charm women, even told him what flowers she liked. I was the perfect wingman, watching them fall in love while I licked my wounds in the dark.

Until Dr. Avery confronted me with one devastating question: "Do you really think he doesn't know you love him?"

When I finally screamed "I've loved you for ten years!" at Mason, his response froze my blood:

"I know. I've always known."

Turns out, my ten years of devotion were nothing more than a free emotional dumping ground to him—the convenient girl who would never leave. He enjoyed my care while pretending not to see my love, because that was safest, easiest.

Pathetic, right?

A woman wastes ten years loving a man, only to end up pushing him into someone else's arms.

Until Blake appeared.......

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

After ten years of being a "consumable," I performed my final maintenance on the very day Vivian handed my life's work over to someone else. I didn’t argue or resist; I just signed the paperwork with a smile. When the Thorne Tower began to collapse floor by floor due to my final permission error, she finally realized that all the brilliance she boasted of was nothing more than the residual warmth I had fed her. Now, she kneels in the ruins, begging me to turn back time. I only find her voice… annoying.

What is fate? Waking up three days after you rejected your fated mates in front of the entire school, with the memories of your husband's betrayal still burning in your chest? Or finding out that the only way to save your empire is to compete for love on national television—against the man who murdered you?

Make your pick.

Odessa Montgomery died at thirty—cheated on, poisoned, and blown to pieces by the husband she trusted. Then she opened her eyes at twenty-one, three days after the mating gala where she publicly rejected the De Luca triplets. The rejection is still fresh. The whole school is still talking. And Damien Gracias, her charming hockey-star boyfriend, has no idea she remembers every lie he ever told her.

She dumps him. Publicly. Brutally. But freedom comes at a cost. Her grandfather's will is clear: find a mate or lose the Montgomery empire. With Damien out and the De Luca triplets—her humiliated fated mates—lurking in her past, her options are nothing.

Then comes Moonlit Bonds, a televised competition where unmated shifters compete for love and a life-changing prize. Win, and her inheritance is hers. Lose, and lose everything.

There's just one problem. Damien and his true mate, Sarah, have joined the show, hoping to legitimize their bond on camera. And the De Luca triplets are also contestants—three alphas she rejected, two who bullied her, and one who has never stopped watching.

Now Odessa is trapped in a villa with cameras in every corner, a public audience that votes on her fate, and enemies who want her dead.

She came to win.

She might just find revenge.

But falling for the enemy? That was never part of the plan.

My girlfriend told me she was part of a social experiment. Her task was to get close to a target, and if she quit, she’d owe a crushing penalty.

So she kept canceling on me, staying out all night, and letting another man hold her—then came home in tears and said she had no choice.

I believed her for three years.

What she never knew was that I was the hidden heir to a billion-dollar family empire. While we were together, I was under a private family test and forbidden to reveal who I really was.

The day that test ended, I took back my name.

The first thing I did wasn’t return to the boardroom. I went straight to the lab behind her so-called experiment.

The man in charge turned the screen toward me. “We never had any massive penalty. The contract is clear. She could have quit at any time.”

Three years. No forced mission. No trap she couldn’t escape.

Every line she crossed, she chose to cross herself.

I didn’t confront her. I just took my things, ended the relationship, and walked away.

She thought I was just angry.

She had no idea that after reclaiming my identity, the first thing I did was uncover every lie she had ever told me.

“Aren't you a hooker that anyone could on top of you with money?”
When they met, he became her guest in room...

Everyone thought the disfigured obsessive fan was stalking actress Sophia Brown.

No one believed I was the real Sophia.

My twin sister, Lily, slept beside my husband, Don Jason. She used my face to star in my movies. She even took over my social media accounts and posted under my name.

I wanted an explanation. But Jason only looked at my scarred face with cold disgust and said he had always thought Lily was me. He said he had fallen for her and couldn’t let her go.

Lily told me becoming an actress had been her dream since childhood. Now that my face was ruined and I could no longer act, why shouldn’t I let her have it?

The only person who stood by me was my agent, Nancy. And because of me, even she was dragged into hell.

This time, I stopped trying to prove who I was. I chose another way.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

At fifteen, my parents died on their way of volunteer teaching in underprivileged areas. I was adopted by the Miller family’s Don, Vincent and was brought up by himself. For ten years, he hauled me out of the mud, gave me a home, gave me favor no one else got and taught me what a “family” was supposed to mean.
On my eighteenth birthday, I climbed onto his bed and kissed him.
He called me disgusting with a face like ice. Later, he brought Isabella home, forced me to be her bridesmaid, and made me go with her to pick out wedding dresses and jewelry.
One shove from her was all it took for him to lock me in a pitch-black confinement room and he even had the light removed.
That was when I finally understood: everything I had could be taken back from me at any moment.

My boyfriend pulled off a drone-sky proposal that lit up the entire city.
Crowds cheered, “Congratulations to Mr. Gunson and Mrs. Gunson—at last, true lovers become family.”
But the woman curled in his arms was his secretary.
The “me” in their mouths had long since turned to white bones beneath a mound of earth.

To annul the engagement, the aloof heiress of a wealthy family spent three years planning thirteen accidents to try and kill me.
Car accident, falling object, poisoning... I survived covered in blood, only to be met with her disgusted question: "How come you're still alive?"
She let her scheming childhood sweetheart crush my father's ashes, and even personally drained my last remaining blood to save me, all for her sweetheart's self-inflicted injury.
She thought I would be like a dog, clinging to her side forever without any boundaries.
Until that day, I calmly handed over the annulment agreement, clutching the diagnosis of late-stage brain cancer, and completely disappeared from her world.
Later, when she finally found out the truth, she searched the world frantically, only to find my emaciated, cold corpse.
That arrogant and haughty young lady has completely collapsed.
She personally sent her childhood sweetheart to hell, knelt before my body wearing a veil, and desperately raised a gun:
“Ivan, walk slowly on your way to the underworld... I’m giving my life for you.”

My wife and my best friend had been sleeping together behind my back for a long time. Once the apocalypse hit, they completely dropped the act. While I was still stressing over how we would survive, they threw me straight into a zombie horde—just to buy themselves a few seconds to escape.
Given a second chance at life, I chose to report the impending zombie outbreak to the government, securing my place as a top-tier protected asset for the nation.
But what I didn't expect was... my wife and best friend were reborn too.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

Renne conrad was born a royalty, she’s beautiful, fierce and trained to lead the ironborne pack after her father. Until one night, when her home was raided and her father was slain by the ruthless Lycan warlord, Luca Brosovic. He claimed her throne and left her begging for death, yet he woudnt kill her, death was too kind, he chose to keep her alive and break her, to remind her of everything she lost. Once a princess, now a servant beneath the boots of the monster who destroyed her, Renee swore that one day she would spill his blood herself.

Yet, vengeance becomes a dangerous game when hate begins to twist into something else, something hotter and far more forbidden. Each command enslaves her heart a little more, because Luca isn’t just cruel, he’s intoxicating. He punishes her and protects her, the more she resists, the deeper she’s drawn into his dark orbit, a connection they both felt but neither can explain.

But beneath Luca’s passion lies a secret that could destroy them both, a truth about her father’s death that will rip open old scars and expose the real reason Luca spared her life.

Now, caught between the man she swore to kill and the one she cannot stop wanting, Renee must decide which will consume her first her thirst for vengeance or the taste of his lips.

Growing up as the Princess of Ever Moon Pack, Regina never thought that she would be betrayed and sold by her own husband. Then she found this marriage is all a lie from day one. Thank the moon goddess that her older brother Gray saved her from her abusive husband and brought her home. But when she discovers that Ever Moon Pack's new, handsome alpha is not really her biological brother, her world is turned upside down again. ...And not to say Gray has been in love with her since forever. --- "Here's my wife! Pretty, huh?" My husband cackled, "You two can have a night with her and all my debts go away. Great deal, right?"

After being murdered in an arson attack, I was reborn to the moment right after marrying Charles.
This time, all I want is to fight for my daughter's future and my career.
But just when the divorce papers are ready, the always cold and distant Charles suddenly begs me to stay.
——
I hesitated...

Men? In Camila's world, they're just props. Supermodel by day, hunter by night, she slips between a ruthless CEO, a clean-cut college boy, and her childhood sweetheart. All of it for one thing: the truth about what really happened to her sister.
——
"You switch between men—you're really good at this game."
"If you can't handle it, you can always bow out."
"In your dreams." He leans in, forehead to hers, breath hot at her ear. "I'm not letting go. Not handing you over to anyone."

It's a small world. My contract fiancé's uncle turns out to be Alexander—the ex I dumped three years ago.
"You like him that much?" he grits out, eyes blazing. "Do you have any idea how crazy I've been all these years?"
"Let me be your lover," he whispers. "Let me stay by your side."
As if my heart isn't already a mess, a little voice pipes up—
"Mister, do you like my mommy? Will you be my daddy?"

A rich heir and a part-time barista—same world? Not even close.
——
Isabella struggles in Christopher's arms. "Let go of me! Two years ago, you were just toying with me. Didn't your friends say I smelled like poverty? What do you want now?"
Desire smolders in Christopher's eyes, his voice rough with restraint. "Behave, or I can't promise what I'll do..."

"I could practice on you," Lilly suggests.
"What!" I yell, "Lilly, we can't do that."
"Come on, Collins. You said you wanted to help me and I can't just start with Alvin. What if I gag the first time or don't do it right? This was your idea and how else am I going to learn? Please."
Well, what can I do? My hot, sexy, stepsister wants to practice blowjobs on me.
......
"How do you feel, sis?" I'm starring at her blonde pubic patch, as I ask her this.
"Yeah, it was a real turn on. More than I thought it would be. I didn't want to stop and I'm still pretty hot and wet down there."
"Let me see." I slide down and put my hand between her legs. She moves her knees apart to allow my hand to touch her pussy lips. They are soaking wet and when I run my thumb up and down her slit, she moans, putting her left hand down on the bed to steady herself. She's steamy hot and we only have a few minutes.
"I'm going to help you feel better, Sis," I tell her as I push my middle finger up inside her slippery, wet pussy. I start rubbing circles on her clit with my thumb, which is still wet from her juices.
"Oh god! What are you doing, Collins? That feels incredible."


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An accident left him mentally impaired, but for three years he loved me—gentle, steady, impossibly attentive.

Then he recovered—and all I got was his cold back.

If love can vanish, why keep holding on?

My palm settles on my belly.
"Baby," I whisper, "do we just file for the divorce?"

Damian vs Grace: aloof, handsome heir vs brave, soft‑looking girl who makes the first move.
They fall; a bad misunderstanding sends her overseas. He chases, crashes, forgets... Five years later, at a crowded crosswalk, their eyes lock—
"My heartbeat recognized you before I did."

【This story contains explicit adult (R18) content and BDSM elements. It is strictly for mature readers.】
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After my family went bankrupt, I was handed over to the mob boss Nathaniel to be his lover. He chained my neck and made me kneel naked by the bed.
"Be a good little canary for me."
Little did I know, my ex-boyfriend was Nathaniel's niece's fiancé, and his nephew had a habit of stealing Nathaniel's favorite women. 
I was forced into affairs with several men until Nathaniel found out. He yanked my hair and thrust into me forcefully. "Tell me, who do you belong to?"
A gunshot rang out, glass shattered, and several men burst into the room. "Nathaniel, you can't keep her all to yourself!"
In this dangerous game of cat and mouse, I became stronger. This time, I would make them kneel at my feet, one by one.
——
Nathaniel's fingers were already coated in slickness as they pumped in and out. Victoria writhed in discomfort. "Not enough... need something... bigger..."
A wicked gleam flashed in Nathaniel's eyes as he reached behind his back and pulled out a small handgun, pressing it against her wet entrance, slowly pushing it in.
"Ah! Mr. Cross, it hurts, I'm gonna break..."

Drake," I whispered urgently, trying to push against his chest. "Someone's outside."
"Let them hear," he growled, pushing deeper inside me.
I gasped, the sensation overwhelming my resistance.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely audible. "Not like this. Too deep. There's someone—"
"Let them know who you belong to," Drake said, his pace increasing.
The phone on his desk rang, shrill and demanding. Drake's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Answer it," he commanded, never breaking his rhythm.
"What? I can't—"
He reached over and hit the speaker button, his other hand still gripping my hip with bruising force.
"Mr. Stone's office," I managed to say, fighting to keep my voice steady while he continued to move inside me.
"Elsa?" Kayla's concerned voice filled the room. "We're all waiting in the conference room. It's been fifteen minutes past the scheduled time."
Drake's eyes locked with mine as he continued to move inside me, daring me to give us away.
"I'm—" "I'm sorry, Kayla. We're just... finishing up some important... matters."

Elsa Hale is an Omega repeatedly torn apart by fate. Under the rigid hierarchy of the Obsidian Pack, her existence is like dust in the shadows—despised, exploited, yet never truly seen. Her mother suffers from silver poisoning, with expensive treatments tightening around their throats like a noose. And Drake Stone, the cold-blooded Alpha of the Obsidian Pack, binds her to his side for ten years with a contract: he grants her protection, yet strips away her dignity; he possesses her body, yet rejects her soul.

"You're just my temporary companion, Elsa," his golden eyes burn into her skin in the darkness, "don't expect anything more."

Yet when Elsa curls up on her apartment floor, her fingertips brushing over her flat abdomen, she still thinks of that unborn child. Now, Drake has publicly chosen another woman. In the tenth year of the contract, Elsa runs away. Drake, belatedly realizing his love, can he ever win her back?

"Noah, we can't..."

"Can't what?"
"Someone will come."
"No one can access this elevator now."
"Are you going to help me 'cool down,' Emma?"

I never imagined a three-year contract marriage would destroy and rebuild my entire world.

My name is Emma Wells, and I sold myself into marriage to save my father. Noah York—cold, brilliant, untouchable—needed a wife to protect his "white moonlight" Lucy Manning's public image. I knew the rules: play the loving wife in public, stay invisible in private, walk away when the contract expired.

But what happens when you fall for a man who can't—or won't—love you back?

When Lucy returned from Europe, everything changed. She wanted Noah. She wanted me gone. And she was willing to poison me to get what she wanted.

Then I discovered I was pregnant. With Noah's child. The one complication our contract never anticipated.

Should I tell him the truth and risk losing everything? Or disappear before he could reject me and our baby?

But Noah wasn't who I thought he was. Neither was I.

My "rescue" thirteen years ago? A lie. My parents? Not my real family. The mysterious savior I called "Z"? Closer than I ever imagined.

My name is Emma Wells York. And this is how I learned that sometimes, the most dangerous deal you make is with your own heart.

Everyone says Etienne Beaumont, the patriarch of the Beaumont empire, is the living definition of cold, stoic detachment. He is my legal guardian, the relentless architect of my rhythmic gymnastics career, and the strict authority figure I spent years resenting. I believed he cared for nothing but order and control—until I stumbled upon a yellowed photograph and a long-buried medical report.
It turns out he wasn't always a cold-blooded businessman. He was "Apex-001," the legendary racing myth who once ruled the European tracks. The right leg that aches every time it rains wasn't a mark of age, but the price he paid to pull me from the twisted, fiery wreckage of a horrific crash years ago. He traded his glory for my life.
"Etienne, why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice breaking.
He stroked my hair with a tenderness that shattered my heart, his voice low and steady: "Elena, I taught you to leap and fly so you could reach the stars, not so you would look back at old scars."
He sacrificed a lifetime of brilliance for my safety. Now, defying the whispers of the world, he takes my hand in the light of day. Leaning down to press a kiss to the charm on my ankle, his gaze burns with the resolve of a racer at the finish line: "Since you know the truth, I won't hide it anymore. For the rest of my life, I will be your one and only—exclusive navigator."

I was sixteen when my biological father dragged me from our Montana ranch back to his East Coast mansion. Welcome party? My half-brother Brandon pointed at my face in the cafeteria and sneered, "Trash from the farm!"

I slapped him. Hard. His cheek bloomed red.

"Girls can't possibly understand baseball tactics," he spat, trying to save face. "If you can even make the team, I'll do whatever you say."

Deal.

The day those thugs cornered me in the alley, I took down twenty-something of them solo. Lucas Winston—team captain, heir to a financial empire, top of our class—just stood there watching, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "Would you come save me? Even in another state?"

"I would. But not because you're asking like this."

Grandpa Jack's voice crackled over the phone: "Your combat skills, your tactical mind—they can all translate to baseball. It's your only way out."

With my grades scraping the bottom, athletic recruitment was my only shot at college. That bet? My burning bridge.

But Lucas became a problem. He got too close, his control issues suffocating. After graduation, I ran. Thought I could escape him.

One semester later, he showed up at my club entrance: "I turned down Yale."

I swept his legs and pinned him to the mat, lips brushing his ear: "You're my prey now."

Will I win the bet? Will that empire heir learn to let go?
And when some fool insults me on a Thai island, Lucas's eyes turn ice-cold:
"Yacht wager. Loser jumps and feeds the sharks."

"No..."
Gripping my hips, Adam pushed himself between my legs, I could feel his erection pushing into me.
"I'm not ready."
I tried to shove him back, but his lips just moved to my jaw, my body even reacting.

Our breaths intertwine, his kisses along my neck, igniting an involuntary arch in my body.
"Don't resist me."
With that ,he pulled down my underwear, exposing my trembling breasts.
When I felt him bite them, I squirmed it stung, but I felt his tongue glide over his bite mark soothing the pain.
But he just pressed his hardness against my thighs, rubbing slowly, but not entering.
I squirmed, look at him with a mix of shyness and frustration.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
My cheeks flush instantly.
"What do you want? Just say it." he commanded, looking into my eyes as I moaned.
"I want you."I moaned breathlessly, feeling him go deeper and increase his rhythm. Oh, my God... so good.

I, Stella Winston, seemed to have it all—beauty, a loving family, and a wealthy fiancé. But my perfect world shattered when my fiancé, Brian, and my sister, Lucy, betrayed me.
I was compelled to become the substitute bride, marrying Adam Lancaster, a disabled man in exchange for care for my grandmother.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, I discovered Adam was not at all like the rumors suggested.

"Take me..." I whispered, my voice carrying that deep-ocean quality that made the air vibrate. "Go to a safe place... please..."
Lorelei is a rare chromatic siren—so rare that everyone wants to cage her, dissect her, claim her. After her brutal escape from the Deep Sea Research Center, the first Alpha lycan she encounters is Victor Sterling, Supreme Commander of the very organization hunting her kind.
She should run. Instead, she begs him to save her
Victor is everything she never expected—gentle hands that bring her warmth, golden eyes that soften when he looks at her, a voice that calls her "good girl" as he fastens a pheromone bracelet around her wrist like a collar of protection.
She falls for her own executioner.
"I like him a lot. But it doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a siren and he's the Supreme Commander of the organization that wants to dissect me. Because the moment he finds out the truth, he'll put a bullet through my skull."
But Lorelei doesn't realize the most dangerous truth of all—
While she thinks she's playing the helpless little bird, her siren nature is slowly, inevitably consuming him. Every breath she takes in his presence, every innocent touch, every desperate whisper is weaving psychic chains around his mind. Her scent marks his dreams. Her voice rewrites his memories. Her very existence is turning the hunter into the hunted.
Victor Sterling, the most feared Alpha in the city, is becoming her willing prey—and he doesn't even know it.
"Top floor," I whispered desperately. "Suite. Now."
"More," I gasped. "Please, more—"
When the predator realizes he's been caught in his own trap, when the siren discovers her song has become a cage for them both, there will be nowhere left to run.
"Victor, tell me, should I get closer to you, or stay away from you?"
"Or... have we already passed the point of no return?"

For eight years, Riana Regalia played the perfect Luna.
Loyal wife. Elegant hostess. The silent shadow behind the powerful Alpha Wesley Winters.
When she walked down the aisle, it was for duty, not love.
Her husband gave his heart to another, his fated mate, and her half-sister.
Her own daughter grew to adore the woman who stole her place.


The day she signed our divorce papers, she stopped hiding.
The struggling fashion label he mocked? Now a global empire.
The lonely Luna he had ignored became his most powerful rival.
Alpha Wesley thought he was freeing himself from a gold-digger.
He never imagined she'd become the number one threat to his empire.


Now, he wants a second chance. His pack is in chaos. And his so-called fated mate is scrambling to salvage his reputation.
But this Luna doesn’t answer his calls anymore. She’s too busy counting her billions.
He underestimated the quiet wolf.
Now the world will learn who the true Queen is.

She is the last princess of the Moon Elf clan, a top hacker known as 'Moonlit Fish' dominating the dark web, and a powerful investment tycoon. Abused and imprisoned by the Hartfield family for three years, she escaped on the 'Day of Silence' only to inadvertently shatter the altar where Sebastian, the Werewolf Clan Leader, paid tribute to his late brother. In an instant, a silver collar suppressed her magic, and she became his 'compensation,' locked away in his ominous Obsidian Mansion—her freedom lost once more.
He is the obsessive and powerful Werewolf King, afflicted by the Curse of Lycanthropy Entropy. Beneath his cold and ruthless exterior, only she has witnessed the fragile side tormented by the curse. Revenge and freedom were once her sole motivations, yet through countless rounds of emotional tug-of-war and forbidden temptation, she inexplicably fell in love with the man who imprisoned her. Hatred, sacrifice, and a life-or-death determination intertwine, forming their most fatal bond. The future is shrouded in mist; where will this love, born from captivity, ultimately lead them?

Lucy Foster thought her second chance at life would be simple—until she woke up nineteen again, in a world where lions walk as humans.

Once an ordinary woman nearing forty, she is now a university student with a past life full of regrets—and a future tangled with secrets. Her heartbeat stirs an ancient prophecy, one that makes her the most sought-after prize in the royal werelion world.

Kenneth Paige Jr., crown prince and king-in-waiting, is dangerous, captivating, and undeniably hers—if fate has its way. But the throne comes with enemies, and Lucy’s rebirth has upset centuries-old rivalries. Patricia Bratton, a cunning royal werelioness, holds an old treaty that promises Kenneth’s hand to her. And she’s not about to lose without a fight.

With love tested by politics, betrayal, and a supernatural war brewing in the shadows, Lucy must decide—will she embrace her royal destiny, or will history repeat itself?

In the game of lions, only the strongest survive.

These women might have been born misfits, but that doesn't stop them from finding love.

*Hybrid Misfit: A stripper with special DNA finds out the fate of the world depends on her. Good thing she's got two men to help her out in and out of bed.

*Siren Misfit: A mermaid terrified of the ocean with a killer voice. Literally. She thinks she's doomed until a brash Viking comes into her life.

*Bunny Misfit: Being a bunny in a family of wolves leads to Claire running away from home. But when her BFF needs someone to investigate a possible lead on her missing parents, Claire hops to the rescue.

*Dragon Misfit: All her life she's hidden her true self, but then she meets Urion. Tall, dark, and arrogant, he invades her dreams and ignites her world.

The Misfits is created by Eve Langlais, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

An abused, rejected and exiled she-wolf gets a second chance mate unexpectedly and that second chance mate isn't just another wolf but a Lycan King. She discovers her own hidden truth, she is no ordinary she-wolf but of a powerful hidden bloodline! Will she rise to her rightful place or crumble?

Ten years ago, Elara Sinclair died in a pool of blood, discarded like trash by the powerful Hunt family.
Now, she is Vivienne Cross—the cold, enigmatic CEO of a top talent agency. She has a new face, a heart of stone, and a nine-year-old secret named Noah who has his father’s eyes.
She thought she was safe behind her mask. Until Alexander Hunt, the man she once loved and the man who broke her soul, walks into her office.
He doesn’t recognize the woman whose life his family destroyed. He only knows he’s obsessed with her. He wants her to be the face of his empire. He wants her in his bed.

"You look familiar," he whispers, pinning her against the wall. "Have we met in another life?"

To save her failing business, Vivienne is forced to step into the spotlight and work alongside the man who once broke her heart. But keeping her secret becomes impossible when a terrifying accident lands Noah in the hospital. Needing an emergency transfusion, Alexander steps up to donate—only to discover the boy shares his exact, ultra-rare blood type.
The secret baby is exposed. The alpha billionaire demands answers.
But as the deadly past returns with a vengeance, Vivienne must decide: run again, or trust the man who unknowingly ruined her life to fight the monsters who tried to end it?

As the only female alpha, she is strong and brave, and fights alongside alpha King Landry, achieving victory after victory. But one day, she went into heat in front of him ...... When he learns the secret of her disguise as an alpha, will he fulfill his duty to torture her severely? Or will he personally help her ease the pain of her heat?

“How does it feel, then, to be kissed by an unlovable brute?” —————— I find it amusing that I didn't even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I could catch her. Hunting women down is the last thing I want to be doing, truly. I mean Ruby no harm, even though she unknowingly said some awful, untrue things about me in the car. In time, she’ll learn that those things aren’t true. I’m not like my parents. Still, I have no choice but to marry this girl. She’s barely eighteen, three years younger than me, but it’s fate. All of this mess started about a month ago.