10000 Book(s) Related to the men who come to my bed

The sane can turn you insane.❞ Anger. That's all he feels but when a certain kind of light sheds on his life, resistance is the solution. She binds him in her chains and returns him from the anger to the light. She is his own personal angel. She plays the piano and he's on her heart keys over again. All rights reserved.

After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night.

This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets.

During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?"

Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie.

Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!"

The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!"

Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away.

His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"

My wife is the city's renowned "Community Angel." She donates every single cent of her high salary to the poor, all to buy herself a saintly reputation.
Meanwhile, as her husband, I spend my days rolling beneath cars in a factory, covered in grease, juggling four credit cards just to keep our large family afloat.
My parents-in-law survive on the expensive, imported life-saving meds I pay for, yet they constantly mock me for being a powerless nobody;
My own children attend private schools on my dime, only to look at me with disgust and call me an embarrassment;
And my wife? Dressed in her high-end couture, she looks down at me and condescendingly urges, "For the sake of the poor children, why don't you get another part-time job and just endure it a little longer?"
Looking at this den of parasites sucking the life out of me, a sudden, overwhelming wave of disgust washed over me.
I didn't argue. I silently put away my overdue bills, packed my bags, and completely vanished from this twisted household.
Later, at the highly anticipated Annual Charity Gala, in front of the entire city, I presented her with an ultimate "gift"—

I knelt on the ground as my husband forcefully pried my fingers from his clothing, coldly uttering the words: "Get rid of this child."

This was my third child, a flesh and blood connection to him, yet for the sake of the white moonlight in a wheelchair, he plunged me into the depths of hell.

My in-laws remained indifferent, my husband betrayed me, and even my own parents cried out, “This child cannot be kept.”

I could not comprehend why a stranger confined to a wheelchair could dictate the fate of my child with a single phrase. Why did she, each time she entered that church, seal my child's fate?

It was not until the day she perished in a self-immolation within the church that I stepped inside and truly understood. Her confession, my loss, our collective suffering—all were intricately woven into a carefully orchestrated scheme spanning over a decade.

“Where are you going, Vesper?”

I looked at my husband’s hand blocking the elevator door—and then at Blythe standing behind him, wearing the smile of a woman who already believed she had won.

“Somewhere my child and I are not treated like tools.”

For eight years, I had built my life around Rhys Hawthorne. I worked beside him, protected his business, became his wife, and carried his child. But when I needed him most, he chose Blythe.

Then they accused me of a three-million-dollar corporate scandal, froze my access, blocked my resignation, and even withheld my acceptance letter to a prestigious design school in Milan.

They thought a pregnant woman had nowhere to go.

They were wrong.

With a professor, a lawyer, a trail of evidence—and my unborn daughter beside me—I am finally ready to fight back.

But there is one thing I still don't know…

Why is Blythe so desperate to keep me from leaving?

"Kneel down, open your mouth," I stood in front of Evan, looking into his misty eyes.

Next thing I knew, his soft lips enveloped my cock and began to suck.

I groan, hips jerking forward before I can stop them. His tongue is relentless—pressing, swirling, dragging along the underside while his throat tightens around me in perfect, obscene pulses. Water drips from his lashes onto my cock, mixing with the precum already leaking.

“Fuck—” I rasp, voice cracking. “Deeper. Take it all.”

Eric is an untamable CEO, perpetually trapped in the shadow of his late elder brother. Burdened by family expectations, he can never bring himself to show his true self in front of his family.

Evan is a resilient, self‑reliant ordinary young man who would sacrifice anything for his sick younger sister. For twenty‑three years, he has firmly believed he is straight.

Everything shifts after a sex transactional encounter draws the two men together. Eric finds himself incapable of desiring anyone else ever again. For Evan, desire only stirs within him when his thoughts drift back to Eric. As the line between cold transaction and burning longing blurs beyond recognition, will they finally be able to see each other’s true hearts beneath all the chaos?

When my husband's eight-year-old "nephew" Noah was diagnosed with acute leukemia, the whole family begged for my help.

They needed my six-year-old daughter, Molly—the only perfect match.

Against my instincts as a head nurse, I agreed.

But the second Molly's stem cells were harvested, their gratitude vanished.

To avoid paying for my daughter’s mandatory sterile recovery room, Noah's mother live-streamed a crying fit in my lobby, accusing me of medical extortion. My husband, Grant, stood by in utter silence.

Without the isolation bed, my baby girl contracted a severe infection and died. My mother-in-law simply sneered outside the ICU, "Dead is dead. Better than wasting more money."

Three months later, Noah relapses.

Now, my phone is blowing up. The same people who watched my daughter suffocate in her own fluids are desperately begging me to use my hospital registry access to save him again.

Standing by Molly’s tiny headstone, I look down at the confidential DNA report I pulled from the hospital database.

They think I don’t know Noah is actually Grant's illegitimate son. They think I'll just hang up and cry.

Instead, I swipe to answer the call. It's time to make them pay.

"Let Aria have the Stanford recommendation. Quinn owes her."
I stared at the family group chat—the one I wasn't in—and let out a cold laugh.
In my past life, I went completely hysterical over this, only to earn my family's disgust and a miserable death.
Now, reborn and given a second chance, I looked at the room full of guests celebrating My success, and walked straight to the microphone.
"Everyone, the party is over. I'm turning down the Stanford spot."
Under my family's stunned gazes, I dumped my champagne into the trash bin.
This rotten family? I'm done with them.

Perfect Luna. Devoted wife. Dead woman walking.

Ciara O'Callahan thought she had it all. A divine mate bond with the powerful Alpha Ronan O'Donoghue, a beautiful daughter, and the respect of her pack. Until the night she discovers her husband's dark secret: he shares more than just blood with his twin brother Ewan. Much more.

But uncovering the truth comes at a deadly price. Betrayed and murdered by her own mother-in-law to protect the brothers' twisted bond, Ciara's last desperate wish echoes through the veil between life and death...

And something answers.

Now seventeen again, blessed with a second chance at life, Ciara faces an impossible choice. Submit to the sacred mate bond that would lead her back to Ronan? Or defy the very foundations of wolf society and forge her own destiny?

This time, she refuses to be a pawn in fate’s cruel game. She will not walk blindly into a future paved with deceit. And when she crosses paths with Darragh Byrne, the mysterious and battle-scarred Alpha of the Moonveil Pack, the gods themselves seem to stir.

Darragh is everything Ronan is not. Calculating, unpredictable, and entirely uninterested in a mate bond. Yet when his sharp golden eyes meet hers, something shifts in the air. A force just as powerful as destiny itself.

Some say you can't fight fate, Ciara’s about to prove them wrong.

"What's your body count?" the most ruthless Alpha in the werewolf race growled, his massive hand suddenly gripping my throat so tightly my vision blurred.

We had been driving in complete silence since my father sold me to him as a peace offering. I was supposed to be his mate, but the cold, murderous look in his golden eyes told me I was nothing more than a prisoner.

"One rule you'd have to learn is never ever question me," Detlef hissed, his minty breath fanning my face. "Once I ask, you give an answer. How many men have touched you?"

Fear clawed at my heart. I tugged weakly at his iron grip. "Zero," I choked out, tears spilling over my lashes.

He didn't believe me. His eyes darkened with absolute fury. "Never lie to your Master," he spat, slamming me back against the leather seat.

He didn't know the truth. He didn't know that three years ago, I gave my innocence to a stranger in a hotel room. A stranger who disappeared the next morning.

But what terrified me most wasn't Detlef's wrath. It was the moment we arrived at his heavily guarded territory, and his Beta rushed to the car window, looking pale.

"Alpha," the Beta whispered. "Fernandez is here. The Alpha of the Phoenix Pack. He's crossed the border... and he says he's come to collect his woman."

My blood ran cold. Fernandez. The name of the man from three years ago. The deadliest enemy of the monster currently holding my throat.

"I gave Julian Sterling everything: my love, my loyalty, and the child I carried in my womb. In return, he watched my best friend push me down a flight of stairs and did nothing as I lost my baby.

Now, my brother is behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit, and my husband is demanding I sign a lie to protect the woman who shattered my life. He thinks I’m a broken bird with clipped wings. He thinks I have nowhere left to turn.
He’s wrong.

Julian forgot one thing about the woman he married.

I’ve called my father. I’ve set the clock. I have seven days to play the grieving wife before I strip Julian of his fortune, his name, and his freedom.

The countdown to his ruin starts now.

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.

I suddenly awakened the ability to read minds. But I heard my fiancé, Joey Jones, mocking me in his mind: He had already arranged for an assassin to “send me off” at our wedding in the church. What was even more disgusting was that he promised I would become the Donna of the Jones family, but in his heart, he was fixated on his stepmother, Rory—his father’s widow, who was only a few years older than him.
With only three days left until the wedding, I no longer cried or begged for love. Instead, I contacted my first love, Nate, who was a police officer: “How about being the male lead at my wedding?”

My life was never my own. Born into the powerful Wayne family, I was promised to Benjamin Devon—the heir of another oil empire—before I even understood what love meant. Our marriage was a business deal, designed to merge two fortunes into one unstoppable dynasty. There was only one rule: I had to be perfect. Untouched. But one mistake changed everything. A betrayal I never saw coming left me with a secret I couldn’t undo. When I finally met Benjamin, I expected indifference—maybe even cruelty. Instead, I found something real. Something dangerous. He didn’t care about the past. He chose me anyway. For the first time, I believed I could have love… not just obligation. Until the truth came out.
One night shattered it all. A pregnancy. A scandal. Families turning their backs. I was cast out with nothing—forced to walk away from the life I’d always known.
Now I have to decide:
Do I protect him from the chaos I’ve brought…
Or risk everything for a love that was never meant to be mine?

Gina promised herself that she would actually get married before she was twenty-five years old because they were in the race that when the woman was over twenty-five years old, she would be an old maid forever, just like her cousins and her aunts. Gina works as a waitress in an expensive restaurant at night and studies in the morning. Ace is the man she secretly loves and her co-worker as a waiter, he did nothing but teases her.

Unexpectedly, Ace suddenly proposed marriage to her, even though he wasn't courting with her. But Ace Durant's unromantic words were hardly the proposal of her dreams. Seeing this as perhaps her chance to get married before she is twenty-five years old, and thus she can break the spell of their family beliefs. Gina decided to take Ace offer, but she also had a proposal on her own.

Never had such words affected the cold-hearted Ace. The undercover agent who pretended to be a waiter, had told her that the only reason he would marry her was to protect her, as if Gina's world collapsed when she heard that. But he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep their temporary marriage strictly in name only. Can Ace avoid Gina's venom and her seduction of him?

Loving your best friend is not for the weak... But neither is falling for the bad boy.


Paris's life has never been the same since a 13-year-old blackmailed her into friendship with a doughnut four years ago. Colton and Paris have been best friends ever since. But when her feelings develop into something more—something deeper than their casual bickering, she confesses her love to him and is left broken when he dismisses her advances.

Just as her world seems to be taking a toll for the worst, Paris finds herself falling into the arms of a certain mystery boy, Fabian Smith. He didn't just save her from what could’ve been a hell of a concussion that night, he also saved her heart.

Thrown into a whirlwind of emotions, Paris learns to navigate the clash of their worlds, while trying to understand her best friend's sudden jolts of interest. But despite her former dream of having Colton see her as more than a friend, she can't deny the new-found attraction that she has towards Fabian. Things are going to get too messy, too soon.

And she doesn't know if she's ready for it.

"Has our Alpha already fucked his twenty-buck pussy?"
Nikki’s voice cut through the air, but the recording she played was worse. It was his voice. Raven's voice. "Twenty bucks says I can make her fall for me. She's so desperate, it'll be easy."
The world stopped. I stared at Raven—the man who had held me, who promised I was his Luna. He looked pale, reaching for me. "Dawn, wait..."
I didn't wait. I slapped him. The sound echoed like a gunshot. "I was just a game to you?" I screamed, tears blinding me. I trusted him with my broken heart, and he sold it for twenty dollars.


Dawn Yeager is an invisible Omega, secretly in love with the campus king and Alpha, Raven Stone. But when her own mate, Dimitri, publicly rejects her for the popular girl Nikki, Dawn's life hits rock bottom—until Raven steps in to claim her. It feels like a fairytale, but the dream shatters when Dawn discovers Raven's claim was nothing more than a cruel twenty-dollar bet. Heartbroken and humiliated, Dawn unleashes her inner strength, transforming from a weak Omega into the Cheer Queen. Now, Raven is groveling for forgiveness, realizing he actually fell in love, while Dimitri wants her back. With a dangerous rogue threat looming and a romantic getaway that forces Dawn and Raven together, Dawn must decide: Can she forgive the Alpha who broke her, or will she choose a new path?

He's the small-town bad boy. She's the sheriff's daughter.
Forbidden from being together, driven by their misconceptions of one another these two aren't exactly happy when their paths cross, but what happens when those misconceptions fade and they get a glimpse of who the other really is?
Juniper McDaniels, better known as June, has lived her entire life, shunned from her peers due to her father's position as a Sheriff. No one wants to hangout with the girl whose father could throw them in jail.
At the first party she's allowed to attend before starting her summer prior to college, she saves a life. Not just anyone's life, but bad boy Jake Jacobson, better known as JJ, the guy her father tells her to stay away from.
Suddenly June's social life takes a turn, blossoming as she gets to know JJ's best friends, and eventually even the bad boy himself.
Can these two deny their attractions for one another or will they fall into the temptation of the forbidden fruit?

"I don't want to ever see your fucking face again, you morone." "You will have to come over here and keep me busy before I can stay far away from you."

I froze in horror, he was so fucking gorgeous, he made my clit twitch every single time he opened his mouth to say a word and I am aware that he is a bad boy, but why can't I stay far away from him? Why can't I follow my instincts? Why does being with him and having him in me feel so perfect?

Six years ago, Marlowe Kestrel drowned in the Duskhaven canals, or at least that is what the obituary said, what the empty coffin implied, and what every ruling House in the city has believed ever since.

In reality she swam two streets over, bribed a mortician with a forged signature, and built herself a new, gloriously unremarkable life as a small time magical forger who fixes other people's problems for coin and never, ever asks about bloodlines. It was a good plan.

It worked for six entire years, which is roughly five years and eleven months longer than anyone expected a Kestrel to survive in hiding. Then Jonas, the only man alive who knew her real name, turns up dead in his own workshop with a mark burned into his palm that Marlowe has spent her whole life trying to forget she carries too, and the only lead worth following belongs to Cassian Draven, heir to the most feared criminal House in the city, a man with a smile like a drawn blade and a family reputation built on making problems disappear as thoroughly as Marlowe once did herself.

Cassian recognizes her in under a minute, does not turn her in, and instead offers a deal she has no good reason to accept and every practical reason to take, pose as his fiancée at the season's summit of ruling Houses, help him smoke out whoever is hunting them both, and maybe, if she is very lucky and very careful, walk away with her second fake death arranged before anyone notices the first one was fake too.

The trouble is, the longer she spends pretending to love a Draven, the harder it gets to remember that hating him was ever supposed to be the easy part.

He was once the supreme commander who guarded the frontier for five long years.

When he finally returned home, he discovered a nightmare waiting for him.

His young daughter had been brutally tortured by the mafia, her blood nearly drained from her body.

His wife had suffered endless humiliation at the hands of a ruthless crime lord.

In her darkest moment, the little girl cried out in despair:

"Daddy, where are you? Please save me!"

The moment he heard her plea, his fury became unstoppable.

Alone, he stormed through the enemy's territory and wiped out the entire criminal syndicate.

When powerful families and elite assassin organizations joined forces to crush him, he sent only a single message.

Within hours, armies, mercenaries, and loyal allies from every corner of the world answered his call.

Those who dare harm his daughter will pay with their lives.

The king has returned.

And this time, there will be no mercy.

My boyfriend Tyler, his childhood sweetheart Chelsea, and I went on a road trip through the Australian Outback in the Northern Territory.

A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.

I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.

Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.

She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.

I was the only one who got out to help her.

Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.

I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.

After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.

The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.

My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.

My family let me die. My fiancé watched. My sister smiled.
I was the real daughter, dragged from the orphanage to donate my bone marrow, then thrown away like garbage. When the monsters came for the imposter, they shielded her and left me to rot.
But death wasn’t the end. It was a deal.
I woke with a system tethered to my pulse—one that trades public admiration for the power to survive.​ And behind these hands are two identities they never suspected: the legend whose music they worship, and the ghost in the machine who owns their secrets.
They think I’m back to beg for love.
They’re wrong. I’m here to collect.
This time, I won’t just take back my music and my name. I’ll make them need me—right before I watch them lose everything.
They wanted me erased.
I’m about to become the only name that matters.

After the wedding, my husband moved his dead fiancée's mother into our guest room. The whole town called it the kindest thing they'd ever seen.
Every morning, Dione made me a green smoothie. Her grandmother's recipe, she said. Good for the nerves.
I never drank a single one. I poured them all into the chicken feed.
In my last life, I drank them. One a day, for thirty days.
Then I started losing time. I would blink at breakfast and come back at dinner. I found notes in my own handwriting that I never wrote.
I begged Julian to take me to a doctor. He held my shoulders and smiled. "You're just tired, baby. Drink your smoothie."
On the thirtieth night, I fell asleep in my own bed, in my own body.
I never woke up. Someone else did.
This time, every glass went to Nugget, the smallest of my backyard hens.
And one night, a hen crowed in my backyard.
Hens don't crow. And we don't have a rooster.

As a regular student, I never expected to fit into the world of trust fund kids. But this real estate heiress reached out to me, said she'd show me how the other half lives, even promised to introduce me to New England's most powerful heir.

I thought she'd be my friend. Thought she actually cared. I even fell for him.

Until she framed me for stealing confidential school files. Until he said, "Just a scholarship kid. No one's gonna miss her." That's when I understood. I was never more than their toy.

They tore up my textbooks, stuffed dead rats in my locker, spent six months tormenting me online and off. My mother couldn't take the vicious comments. Her heart gave out. And me? After I completely broke down, they drove me to the coastal cliffs.

Ice-cold water flooded my nose and mouth. Suffocation dragged me down into despair. I hate myself for being weak. Hate them for their arrogance. Hate this rotten system that treats people like me as disposable.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night she pushed me toward him.

This time, I won't be fooled.

Gina promised herself that she would actually get married before she was twenty-five years old, because they were in the race that when the woman was over twenty-five years old, she would be an old maid forever, just like her cousins and her aunts. Gina works as a waitress in an expensive restaurant at night and studies in the morning. Ace is the man she secretly loves and her co-worker as a waiter, he did nothing but teases her.

Unexpectedly, Ace suddenly proposed marriage to her, even though he wasn't courting her. But Ace Durant's unromantic words were hardly the proposal of her dreams. Seeing this as perhaps her chance to get married before she is twenty-five years old, and thus she can break the spell in their family beliefs. Gina decided to take Ace's offer, but she also had a proposal on her own.

Never had such words affected the cold-hearted Ace. The undercover agent who pretended to be a waiter, had told her that the only reason he would marry her was to protect her, as if Gina's world collapsed when she heard that. But he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep their temporary marriage strictly in name only. Can Ace avoid Gina's venom and her seduction of him?

Warning Matured Scenes Rated +18

"Because it has been two years since you and Mr. Leo separated, your admirers and fans are wondering whether you have moved on and if you are seeking another life partner." The interviewer asked.

"For the time being, I'm not searching for a new relationship considering Leo and I haven't officially divorced. I did not attempt an annulment of my marriage. I also have no intention of filing for divorce."

I will not divorce him because I do not want him to be happy with his mistress. I won’t let them be happy. They will suffer in the same way that I did. No one is going to have a happy-ever-after ending.

Leopold Fontaine, my billionaire husband, who had an affair with someone else. I'm quite informed that he didn't marry me because we were in love with each other, and that the marriage was solely for the sake of our respective businesses. Nevertheless, I agreed to the marriage because I adored him and because I was still his wife on paper—I am not going to allow anybody else to live in my home without my permission.

He has done me wrong, and I am Blossom Belmont Fontaine, his wife, who will make way for him to suffer, and they will pay the price for what they have done.

They left me to die in a burning lab while saving my faker sister. Big mistake.

I hadn't slept in six months, perfecting the neural serum that would save Mom's life. One vial. One chance. Then my adopted sister Mia grabbed it and smashed it on the floor, sobbing about how cruel I was to a "disabled" person.

Mom and Dad ate it up. My fiancé Ryan nodded along—probably because he was banging Mia every chance he got. When fire trapped me in the lab, they carried out "paralyzed" Mia and left me hammering on reinforced glass, choking on smoke.

Want to know the best part? That manipulative snake hopped out of her wheelchair and sprinted to safety the second she thought no one was looking.

Second chance at life? Hell yes.

I'm watching Mia lift that test tube again, ready to destroy everything. But instead of lunging forward like last time, I lean back in my chair.

"Smash away," I say with a shrug. "I'm not the one who'll suffer."

Let's see how this plays out when I'm not the naive fool.

“I’m dating Adrian Lowell.”

The lie leaves my mouth before I can stop it.

Adrian Lowell—the ruthless billionaire, my ex-boyfriend’s uncle, and the most untouchable man in New York—should have exposed me.

Instead, he looks across the table and says, “Since you’ve already announced it, come sit beside me.”

What begins as one desperate lie becomes a dangerous arrangement.

I need his name to save my struggling fashion brand. He needs a girlfriend to silence his family’s relentless pressure to marry.

So we make a deal.

No feelings. No questions. No real marriage.

But Adrian is nothing like the cold man the world fears. He protects me from my cruel family, quietly clears obstacles from my path, and stays beside my hospital bed all night when I collapse.

Then he offers me something I never expected:

A marriage contract.

But if our relationship is only an arrangement… why does Adrian look furious whenever another man gets too close to me?

I am the Don Dante's wife, but my life runs through my husband's underboss who always seduce my husband, Elena.
I can't wear a coat without Elena's passcode.
My cards are monitored. My cash is approved. Dante calls it protocol. He calls it protection. He never asks why I wear the same faded sweater in winter.
I swallowed every humiliation because my mother's ventilator depended on his signature.
But Elena intentionally delayed funds for my mother’s medical treatment.
The brutal clash made me miscarry.
My mother died alone without timely treatment. I stopped filing all daily spending applications for three days straight.
Today he calls, calm and condescending, telling me the medical accounts are restored.
He thinks I'll fall back into line.
He doesn't know the only thing I'm requesting now is a signature—his, on the divorce papers.

My mate—Alpha Jasper—knelt on one knee, proposing to me at my birthday party when Sienna Burrows suddenly appeared.
She was his fated mate once. His first love.
Dressed in the exact same backless red gown I was wearing, she stood there like a queen, regal and untouchable.
She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Hah. Alpha Jasper, no matter how perfect a copy may be, it will never be me."
Alpha Jasper didn’t even spare her a glance. Instead, he turned to me, gently taking my left hand in his. His voice was deep, filled with emotion.
"Cynthia, will you marry me?"

I was forced by my father to fulfill an arranged engagement with an Alpha I'd never met face-to-face. Pushing open the jewelry store door, I found my fiancé Kane spoiling his childhood sweetheart Briar, who was trying to snatch my mother’s ring. "Security! Get this stray out of here!" Briar screamed, pointing at me. When I revealed my identity, Kane sneered coldly: "What bullshit pact? I would never marry a woman like you." Briar snatched the ring and threw water at my face: "Kneel down and beg me to give it back!" When I fought back, Kane exploded in rage: "How dare you touch my woman? Hold her down!" Four warriors pinned me down as Briar laughed cruelly: "Let everyone see this delusional bitch who doesn't know her place!" They stepped on my hand while Kane watched coldly, even urging her on: "Hurry up, let her learn her lesson." Just as she was about to chop off my finger with a knife, the door suddenly burst open—"Do you have any idea whose daughter you're humiliating?"

I was supposed to hate him. Instead, he stole everything: my freedom, my breath, my heart.

When Yara’s life collides with Rafael’s, it’s not by chance... it’s by force. Powerful, dangerously handsome, and untouchable in his tailored black suit, Rafael is the kind of man whispered about in fear. He’s ruthless. Cold. A man built on secrets and sins. The last person Yara should ever want.

But hatred is fragile when desire cuts deeper. Rafael grips more than just her wrist.. he grips her every thought, every heartbeat, pulling her into a storm she cannot escape. The closer she gets, the more his darkness feels like home… and the more dangerous it becomes to stay.

Every touch is a risk. Every look, a temptation. And when the lies between them shatter, Yara must decide if surrendering to the man she was supposed to hate will destroy her or set her free.

Stolen By the Man I Was Supposed to Hate is a dark romance thriller full of obsession, secrets, and a forbidden love that burns hotter than revenge.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, my elder brother shoved me into a horde of the undead. Now, I've been reborn exactly five days before the end of the world, and he's trying to scam me out of my winning lottery ticket with a beat-up old ring. What he doesn't know is that this ring is a genuine pocket dimension artifact. He thinks he's pulling the ultimate con, completely unaware that I'm going to use this very relic to forge my own post-apocalyptic empire. This time, I'm going to make them pay back every last thing they owe me.

Ella Brennan spent four years making herself smaller for a man who never once looked at her.

She dressed the way he liked. Spoke when spoken to. Swallowed everything that might inconvenience him.

Then his mistress fed her four-year-old son peanuts — knowing he was allergic — and her husband stood by and watched.

That was the night Ella stopped surviving and started planning.


What follows is thirty days of brutal underground training, one high-stakes infiltration of a mob boss's private bar, and a slow, deliberate dismantling of everyone who thought she was already dead.

She's not the heroine who forgives.

She's not the heroine who heals and moves on.

She's the heroine who walks back in through the front door and burns the whole thing down.

"She came in as a corpse. She left as a weapon."

I bled to death on a cold hospital bed, my unborn child gone, all because I took a shift for my coworker.
Heaven granted me a second chance. I opened my eyes, sitting safely at my office desk. Before I could shake off the nightmare, Vanessa clicked her heels toward me.
"Claire, can you cover for me at the investor party tonight? It’s my anniversary with my boyfriend."
In my past life, I agreed, only to be locked in a private room by monsters and tortured to death. This time, I looked her in the eye. "No."
Vanessa was stunned. Because of my refusal, she missed the crucial meeting and was mercilessly fired by the director.
I thought I had escaped hell and saved her life too. But when I got home to my loving husband, I realized the true nightmare had just begun...

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...

I bled for her company.
Literally.
Seventy-two hours straight at the keyboard until my nose dripped blood onto the keys.
She couldn't answer thirty calls while I lay dying—she was too busy riding her boy toy in Cabo.
So I did what any good programmer does with corrupted files.
I hit delete.
On everything.
Her access. Her code. Her future.
What I built, I could destroy.

Faced with the dying Demon King's curse, my princess fiancée threw herself in front of the mage, shielding him with everything she had.

She shoved my battered, bleeding body toward the demon's most vicious curse.

Three years later, she arrived at my homeland with the kingdom's knights.

"Where is Lord Hero? I'm here to marry him."

The old man at the village entrance glanced at her:

"The Hero? He's been dead for a year now."

She froze.

Behind her, the knights who had served me loyally finally drew their swords.

"Your Highness, give us back our Hero!"

For three years, Stella White loved Alpha heir Liam Sinclair with everything she had.

She endured being called a “defective Omega” and watching her family favor her sister Chloe, because she believed Liam would one day mark her and make her his Luna.

But just as they were about to marry, her parents sold her to a powerful stranger for pack resources.

Stella fought her way out and ran barefoot and bleeding to Liam, only to find him in their future home, taking Chloe in the bed meant for her. Her sister wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning for him to go harder.

Worse, Liam held Chloe close and sneered,

“Stella’s scent disgusts me. She’s nothing but a defective Omega. You’re the one who deserves to be my Luna.”

In one night, Stella lost her family, her love, and her last hope.

Everyone thought she was finished.

But the next day, in front of the entire Sinclair family, Stella made a choice that shocked them all.

She agreed to marry Liam’s uncle—Victor Sinclair.

Once the true Alpha heir, Victor had been reduced to a “ruined Alpha heir” after a poison attack destroyed his sense of smell.

They said Stella was unwanted.

They said Victor was broken.

But Victor took the silver whip for her and promised, “Marry me, and I’ll give you a home.”

From that day on, Stella was no longer Liam’s rejected fiancée.

She was Victor Sinclair’s wife.

The defective Omega they threw away would become the Luna none of them could ever reach.

"She's mine, she's my duty."


Alice POV

I don’t know how it could be her time. My mother, a kind woman, is lying in a decorated cedar box.

My stepfather, clutches at his chest, in pain I know he does not feel. Just the day before she died, he slapped my mother across the face and called her a “worthless bitch.”

He only wanted her money.


When I was in the car. I turn my eyes toward the window and watch the cemetery as it fades from view.

That’s when I see him.

A man, tall, dressed in black. He’s pale, almost luminescent. His dark hair is slicked back. He lifts his head and looks right at me.

I feel like he’s staring right into my soul.


Rhys POV

I should’ve never taken the girl.

That bastard stepfather is a fucking nightmare, a gambler, and he deserves to die.

The bastard said, "Please, Mr. Severin. At least see her. I was certain to teach her skills, she's like her mother, well, there’s always the bedroom.”

"Shut up!!" I can't stand his disgusting voice.

"Sir, she's not worth two million dollars." My man advises.

The truth is, I have felt some sort of pull toward the young lady since I first laid eyes on her at her mother’s funeral. The forlorn look in her eyes would be enough to break a person’s heart.

I couldn’t leave her, after all. Not with that bastard.

"She's my duty, I can't resist."

We hid in this world for so long.

Having complete control over myself has always been a characteristic I am proud of, but even I found myself salivating when the scent of her sweet blood filled my lungs.


Alice
After my mother’s death, my world shattered. My stepfather didn’t just steal my inheritance—he sold me to the man he owed a debt to. Now I live in a mansion perched on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by strangers who speak in riddles and disappear in the night. My new guardian, Rhys Severin, is cold, impossibly handsome, and completely unreadable. But as strange things begin happening in Duskmoore House, I can’t shake the feeling that something dark is watching me… and that Rhys may be hiding more than secrets behind those silver eyes.

Rhys
Taking in Alice Heathe was supposed to be business. A debt repaid. But from the moment she stepped into my home, she stirred something long dead in me. Something dangerous. I’ve kept my nature hidden for centuries, but the longer Alice is under my roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the craving—for her blood, and her body. She doesn’t belong in my world of shadows and secrets… but fate may not care what either of us wants.

What do you do when your sister's ex-boyfriend whom she dumped turns out to be a Spanish Prince and chooses to marry you to get revenge on her?


"This isn't fair," Leah screamed again. "Why on earth would Prince Estefan choose Rhea over me?"
Leah's eyes landed on me and her face turned red in anger. "You!" She pointed her finger at me. "You did this, didn't you? You must have said something to Estefan that's why he chose you. No wonder you were so negative about us getting married. I should have noticed it that time."
My eyes widened at her accusations. "Leah, What are you talking about? I don't know anything about this. Trust me, I don't want to get married to Estefan. All this came to me as a surprise."

"Stop pretending." She yelled at me and I jumped back in fear. "You have always wanted to be with Estefan that's why you got close to his sister. You and his sister must have done something to make him choose."

"What are you talking about? I did no such thing, I would never do something like that to you." I cried.

"Enough." She raised her hand to stop me. "I should have realized sooner that you are a green snake under the green grass, waiting for the right time to strike."

"He dumped me, stole my company, and watched as his family threw me out of the house.Tonight, I return as his uncle's wife. Call me Aunt, sweetheart."
The cameras flashed as I stepped out of the limousine, my red gown sweeping across the marble floor. Every head turned. Every whisper carried my name.
Once, I was Camilla Garrison, the naive heiress who believed in love.
The woman whose fiancé betrayed her with her own stepsister.
The fool who signed her company over to her father and brother, only to be left with nothing.
But that woman no longer exists.
Now, I am Phoenix Gilbert, reborn, untouchable, and married to the one man powerful enough to make the Garrisons tremble.
Caesar Gilbert. My ex-fiancé's billionaire uncle.
This marriage was supposed to be revenge.
But secrets have a way of burning even the strongest plans.
Because one truth could destroy everything I've built… and everyone I love.
And when Caesar learns who I truly am and that his new wife is his nephew's ex—the real battle will begin.

Kasumi Azai is unwillingly thrust into a crucial negotiation between the Red Sun and Blazing Winter packs, pressured by her uncle to marry Severin de Rosa, the son of the Blazing Winter pack's Alpha. But her plans are disrupted when she discovers that her Alpha mate, Thaddeus de Rosa, is actually the Alpha of the Blazing Winter pack and secretly desires her. Complicating things further, Thaddeus's twin brother, Theodore de Rosa, also claims Kasumi as his mate, while their uncle, Cretheus de Rosa, sets his sights on her too. As desire and duty clash, Kasumi must navigate a dangerous path to maintain peace between the packs, where almost everyone, except for her Alpha mate's son, seems to be after her. Can she avoid conflict and prevent a full-blown war between the packs?

Warning ️ This story contains mature scenes.
Don't Read if your not comfortable!!
Strictly 18!!!

Thalia's life is a chaotic turn when her parents' decree, forces her into a gothic mansion, a gilded cage she's now meant to call home.
But this Mansion is far from empty; it's shared with four enigmatic stepbrothers.
Their presence is an undeniable force, filling the opulent halls with a dangerous magnetism.
With their intense golden eyes and an unnerving primal aura, they command attention, hinting at secrets far deeper than mere wealth.
Few days in, global announcement shatters any illusion of normalcy: THE LUNAR SURGE – a rare cosmic event driving "sensitive populations" to violent madness with no known cure.
Thalia's blood runs cold as she realizes her unwelcomed new family are the very monsters the world fears. And she's forced to live among them, harboring a terrifying secret of her own and experiencing the madness.
As the Surge intensifies, Thalia's nights become a disquieting blur. Unexplained sensations and disturbing intimacy leave her questioning the boundaries of her own body, and disconcerting encounters with the brothers push her further into a confusing realm where fear and forbidden attraction dangerously intertwine.
Trapped with men slowly succumbing to a primal madness, Thalia must navigate the growing darkness in their golden eyes.
But what if the greatest danger isn't the beasts they become, but the unsettling desires sparking within her own guarded heart?

"Three mates?" The surprise was mutual, but what was even more shocking—
"Goddess… her brothers?"
"Is that even possible?"
On her eighteenth birthday, Coral expected to find her fated mate. What she didn't expect was to be mated to all three of her overprotective alpha brothers: Raegan, Damian, and Rune.
Horrified and heartbroken, Coral runs from the truth—only to be crushed again when she learns another secret: she was adopted.
Now, thrown into a storm of confusion, forbidden longing, and ancient pack traditions, Coral must navigate her tangled fate. As she struggles to accept the impossible bond with her mates, a deeper threat begins to emerge—one fueled by jealousy, secrets, and the hunger for power.
Amidst betrayal, hidden bloodlines, and the return of her birth mother, Coral discovers she's more than just a hybrid. She's a key to something far greater… and far more dangerous.
Will Coral embrace the bond fate has given her—or destroy it to protect her heart?