1201 Book(s) Related to let me be reborn

I ran from the monster who sold me to the highest bidder. I didn’t know I was running straight into the arms of another.

For eight months, I buried my past in the quiet suburbs, pretending to be an ordinary woman. I almost believed I had escaped the blood-soaked empire I was born into. Then Kaelith Vespero, the ruthless Don of the Vespero Syndicate and my father's deadliest enemy, dragged me back into the underworld.
To him, I'm not a woman. I'm leverage. A weapon forged from my father's bloodline. A bargaining chip worth using against my father's empire.
But wars don't always go according to plan.

The longer I'm trapped in Kael's world of blood, betrayal, and ruthless ambition, the more his carefully laid plans begin to collapse. The hostage he intended to use becomes the one weakness he never saw coming.

Everyone says that karma is a bich, but I say fate is the real btch. Or else why did it play a cruel game of killing the man whom I love the most and then let another man with the same face barge into my life?
Yes. This is what happened to me. I didn't even stop crying after the funeral of my boyfriend when I was forced to marry by my cruel father. I protested, but the stakes were high to me. Not to my father, not to this other man, but to me.
I could have handled the situation in a better way, but the face of my contractual husband shattered me again.
Above all, I am a human, and he is a werewolf. And at the altar, he told me that I am his mate too. Yet he refused to mark me because he needs a powerful mate, not a pathetic human.
Cruel game of fate, right?

Excerpt
I fixed my gaze on his crimson red lips, dying to have a taste of them, my mind overwhelmed with lust as I watched water droplets drip from his sexy black locks of hair, down to his pale face. His wet shirt hugged his body in all the right places highlighting his abs and biceps.
Frustrated, I stood on my tiptoes and brought my lips to his, refusing to deny the feelings I harbored for Carlisle anymore. Just as our lips were about to crash, he placed his index finger on my lips.
"You shouldn't..." He said, killing the mood.
"But why?"
"You don't know what you're getting into with me Peyton, you don't know me or what I'm capable of." He turned to leave, but I followed, determined to get an answer.
"Then show me." I stood in front of him, too involved to back out now.

The night Julian Wright orchestrated his "rose ceremony," everyone expected a full meltdown.
They were taking bets—would I show up sobbing, or would I skip straight to the roof? After all, everyone knew I was broke. Without Julian's money, I'd be out on my ass.
But when Julian handed that rose to campus queen Chloe Miller, the ballroom doors never opened. No crying. No scene. The whole party lost its main event.
What nobody knew was that while Julian was busy playing bachelor, I was sitting on his half-brother's leather couch in nothing but an oversized white dress shirt. Bare legs tucked under me.
I glanced up at Vincent, catching my lower lip between my teeth. "Your couch is soaked. Where exactly are you planning to sleep tonight?"
Vincent Wright's throat worked. Hard. He dragged his gaze away like it physically hurt. When he spoke, his voice came out wrecked: "Stay put. I'll grab a towel."
A beat. Then rougher: "Need to get you dry."

Ten years ago, eight-year-old him nearly died under wolf claws trying to save me. Ten years later, when I gathered the courage to return to this town, that little hero had become a dangerous man.

"We're strangers, remember?" The eyes that used to be gentle only for me now looked at me with cold indifference.

But why does he hold me tight every time I'm in trouble? Why is his skin burning hot and his muscles hard like iron? Why do I tremble when his breath hits my neck?

When blood scented the rainy night and red-eyed beasts showed their fangs, I discovered the truth—my childhood sweetheart Logan was no longer human.

My mother rips my long-hidden Orion star chart to pieces and hurls the scraps straight into my face like garbage.
For seventeen years, I’ve been the praised straight-A good girl, my shirt collars always buttoned all the way up. I’ve lived solely for one goal: an acceptance letter from Yale, my ticket out of this suffocating cage.
But the second she locks my bedroom door from the outside, it hits me cold: blind obedience only traps you tighter.
Just as despair crashes over me, a silver lighter clatters against my windowsill. Zane—the biker delinquent everyone at school steers clear of—pries open my window and holds out his hand to me.
To hell with the Ivy League. Tonight, Aria’s jumping out of this window that’s kept me prisoner.

My fiancé's "innocent" sister posted a photo wearing the sheer lingerie I bought for him, standing in the master bedroom of my new house. The caption read: "Finally have a place to take shelter. Thanks Lucas for the security." In the corner of her photo, my carefully chosen wedding portrait was thrown face-down on the hardwood floor.

I didn't scream or cry. I just quietly took a screenshot and dialed the number of my billionaire boss. "Mr. Allen, I'll take that overseas transfer." Since Lucas wanted to give another woman a home, I didn't want this wedding anymore.

The next day, I went to our new house. The passcode had been changed to her birthday. When I finally got in, she was sprawling on my leather sofa, demanding I leave because Lucas "owned half." I laughed, throwing the property deed right in her pale face. "Look closely at the name. You have ten minutes to pack your trash and get out, or I'm calling the cops for trespassing."

She ran away crying. I called a cleaning crew and threw out the bed, the sofa, and every single thing they had touched. Because you don't keep dead things, and in my heart, this eight-year relationship was already rotting in the grave. Will Lucas realize what he lost before it's too late?

On our sixth wedding anniversary, my husband Jonathan brought his dead ex-girlfriend's sister into our home — despite my objections.

"Beatrice, are you even human? You can't even show compassion to a dying woman! How could someone so cold-hearted be a role model for Oliver!"

My son — the boy I'd raised for six years — swung his little fists at me and screamed: "Beatrice! If you don't let Isadora stay, I'll never speak to you again!"

That was the moment my heart turned to stone.

I signed the divorce papers and walked straight back into the courtroom — clawing my way back to the top.

Then they discovered her lies. Every. Single. One.

Jonathan fell to his knees before me, eyes red and brimming with tears: "Beatrice, do six years of marriage mean nothing to you anymore?"

My son clung to my legs, sobbing: "Mommy! Mommy, don't go! I know I was wrong! Mommy—"

I looked down at them. I felt nothing.

"Now take your mistress and your son — and get out of my life."

I turned and walked away without looking back.

Hiding my identity and marrying an ambitious female celebrity—this is the most boring social experiment I've ever done.
She wants me to leave with nothing.
She gave my family heirloom to that gigolo.
She tweeted that I was "low-class trash".
She didn't know that Hollywood, which she was desperately trying to climb up to, was nothing more than my backyard.
She had no idea that those capitalists she fawned over would all bow down and call me "Mr. Rockwell."
Until that night, she stripped naked, attempting to offer herself to the enigmatic "godfather of capital"—
The leather sofa slowly turned around.
The lights were on.
She saw my face.
“Chloe,” I flicked my cigar ash, “what brings you here?”

"Stay with me, Luna. Please. I can't lose you both."
Her eyes were on mine and I could see the resolution and gratefulness in her eyes despite the pain.
"You never deserved us. We were too good for you. If I had another chance," she whispered slowly pausing to breathe, "I would never stay with you. I would save my son from your indifference. I would spare us both the pain of loving someone who never loved us back."
"I did love you," I insisted, tears rolling down my face. "I do love Ollie. Please, Luna."
"Next time," she promised, a smile on her lips and tears running down freely her side of her eyes, "we'll be free."


Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle.
Ollie, Xen's son, is neglected by his father for a very long time, and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force.
When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia, and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city.
Ollie dies, and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands, cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son.
Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day, Sophia and Riley show up.
But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone, even her mate, if he steps in her way to save her son.

In her past life, Vivian Grant was seen as a powerless beauty trapped by the cold and ruthless Alexander Brooks. Even he believed she never loved him. But when enemies closed in, it was Vivian who sacrificed everything, including her own family, to avenge him.

Now reborn, Vivian refuses to hide her strength. She's revealing her true identity, claiming her power, and rewriting her fate. No more submission, no more misunderstandings—this time, she'll take control of her life and her love.

As regretful brothers beg for forgiveness and powerful enemies fall at her feet, Vivian has one goal: to rise without mercy and make the man she once loved fall for her all over again—on her terms.

"You're pathetic." Sophia's manicured nails dug into my shoulder. "A wolfless freak who thinks she can fight back?"

The storage room door slammed shut. The lock clicked.

My inhaler was in my locker. My lungs seized. Darkness crept in.

"Help..." I wheezed. "Please..."

But they were already walking away, laughing.

Lynette, the most feared Alpha in the Canadian territories who ruled through blood and ice, dies in an ambush—only to wake up as Elara Grey, a seventeen-year-old wolfless Omega who just suffocated to death from bullying.

The original Elara's life was pure torment. Humiliated by golden boy Blythe Harrison and his girlfriend Sophia Reign, then left to die gasping in a locked room. But that's not the worst part her family faces:

"Your adorable little family," the scarred mercenary held up their photo. "The black market's offering a million for you, Lynette. But them? They're just a bonus. I'll make sure they suffer as well."

Now Lynette's lethal instincts awaken in this fragile, asthmatic body.

She'll protect this family and destroy everyone who dared to hurt them—one brutal lesson at a time.

Evelyn Mitchell died at the hands of betrayal, pushed off a cliff by the very people she trusted most. But fate gives her a second chance. She wakes up three months before her tragic end, armed with the truth and a heart full of vengeance.

In her past life, Evelyn was blind to deception. She lost her family, her future, and the man who loved her most—Alexander Gray, the cold and powerful heir who jumped with her into death. This time, she's done playing the fool.

Reborn as the fierce and fearless heiress of the Mitchell family, Evelyn is ready to destroy her bestie who stabbed her in the back and crush the scumbag she once loved. But when it comes to Alexander, things are different. She's not running anymore. She's chasing him.

Everyone in the capital fears Alexander's icy heart, but only Evelyn knows the fire he hides beneath. Revenge is sweet—but love might be even sweeter.

Betrayed, exploited, and left to die in a cold basement by the family she called her own, Eleanor Hamilton’s life ended in despair.

But fate grants her a second chance.

She wakes up five years in the past, back when she was still the submissive foster daughter trapped in a web of lies.

This time, she refuses to be their doormat.

Armed with memories of her tragic future, Eleanor vows to tear down the hypocritical masks of her adoptive mother and sister.

Yet, revenge is a dangerous game, and she needs power to survive.

Enter Tristan Douglas—the ruthless, enigmatic CEO who holds the city in his grasp.

He is the one man her enemies fear most.

What begins as a strategic alliance soon ignites into an intense romance.

Under Tristan’s absolute protection, the once-timid girl transforms into a dazzling queen.

As her enemies watch in horror, they realize too late:
the fragile foster daughter they discarded has returned, and she is untouchable.

In the extreme cold of the apocalypse, I was bound to the Seraphim's Flame, gaining access to the tycoon's bunker.
My good brother Luke was so jealous he went mad and killed me with a single blow.
Reborn, Luke stole the "Seraphic Flame" and, like throwing away trash, kicked another dark, ugly stone to my feet.
He didn't know—Redstone was a blood-sucking evil, while Blackstone was the true god-level talent.
When the deathly gale of minus seventy degrees swept across the world, I activated the [Dimensional Fortress] of infinite space.
Tons of munitions, mountains of supplies, overwhelming heavy firepower…
I will stand on the frozen wasteland and watch that bastard, step by step, become the human battery I need.

In my past life, my twin Phaedra and I were both married off to the Dragon Clan on the same day.
I was given to the eldest son Magnus, while she went to the second son Drakon.
A year later, Phaedra gave birth to a small white dragon with scales like fresh snow. Meanwhile, I delivered nine children—all of them deformed monsters, bearing not a trace of dragon lineage.
Dragon King Typhon, a tyrant obsessed with bloodline purity and beauty, immediately stripped his eldest son of the inheritance rights and decided to pass the throne to his second son, Drakon.
Consumed by rage and humiliation, my husband Magnus descended into madness.
He ordered my nine children dragged into the Shadow Abyss and thrown into boiling blood pools as sacrificial offerings. Then he bound me tightly to the frozen altar pillar.
As the crimson winds howled from the blood pool, he mercilessly cut open my chest and carved out my nine-tailed heart while I was still breathing. I drew my last breath drowning in endless despair and blood.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the Dragon Clan's towering hall—at the mate selection ceremony that had sealed our fates.
In my daze, Magnus walked straight past me. His eyes brimmed with disgust as he unhesitatingly reached for Phaedra's hand instead. The same woman who had birthed that perfect white dragon in my past life.
But the fool had no idea my children's deformities had nothing to do with me—they came from his own cursed, rotting bloodline.

In my previous life, I ran a barbecue restaurant to support my family for ten years, but my parents secretly sold the restaurant to a gang because of my younger brother's vanity in wanting him to study abroad.
An hour later, the apocalypse began, and my little shop became a god-level safe house—
Those with superpowers who enter the store have their abilities automatically copied to the store owner; the store is absolutely safe; the store owner decides who enters and who leaves.
My family ruined my amazing little shop, and they scolded me, saying, "Who told you to be unable to keep the shop?"
I was heartbroken and torn to pieces in the mouth of a zombie.
In this life, I was reborn back to an hour before the shop was taken away.
I must protect my shop!
As for those so-called family members—let them fend for themselves in the apocalypse!

On the day the apocalyptic flood swallowed the city, I died on a fractured overpass.

The man who crushed my fingers under his boot was my brother-in-law, the very man I had sacrificed everything to support. And standing safely out of reach, watching coldly as the muddy torrent swallowed me whole, was my supposedly sweet and devoted fiancée. In her arms, she fiercely clutched her "son"—who was hoarding the last of my survival rations.

In the very last second of my life, she nestled into the arms of her ex-boyfriend and left me with a single, contemptuous sneer: "Let's go. Forget about this useless trash."

It turned out that working my fingers to the bone and emptying my life savings had all been a pathetic joke—a long con orchestrated by a pack of bloodsucking parasites.

But when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one year before the apocalypse began.

My fiancée was standing there, holding a cup of hot coffee and sweetly begging me to invest another million into her brother's business.

I just smiled, gently pushed her hand away, and turned around to liquidate every single asset to my name. With that money, I secretly constructed a state-of-the-art, deep-sea underground fortress.

Later, when the monstrous floodwaters inevitably tore the city apart, they stood on the balcony of their doomed mansion, desperately falling to their knees and begging my icebreaker for salvation.

Sitting inside my perfectly secure command cabin, I took a leisurely sip of hot coffee and softly gave the order:

"Open fire. Don't let this trash dirty my deck."

He was once the strongest weapon of the Night’s Watch — a god of killing feared across the world!

But three years ago, a deadly mission left him broken, bleeding, and without his memories. Saved by a kind stranger, he repaid the debt by marrying her daughter and living a humble life as a nobody.

For three long years, he endured humiliation — treated worse than a dog by his wife and mother-in-law. They saw only a weak man… never guessing the storm that slept within him.

Now, his memories have returned. The god of war awakens.

The king who once ruled the battlefield has returned — and this time, the world will tremble beneath his feet!

"I, Caden Wolfe, reject Selene as my mate.”


Those words killed Selene Ashford, her fated mate rejected her in front of everyone and claimed her bully as his mate, the bond meant nothing, she meant nothing to him. He walked away with Brielle Knox, leaving Selene bleeding on the floor. They thought her story ended that night. They were dead wrong even when Brielle pushed her off a bridge, watched her drown in freezing water. But Selene didn't die, she transformed and was given a second chance at life. The Moon Goddess awakened the bloodlines that should never exist. Her father is no deadbeat human, he's Marcus Silvercrest, the exiled Alpha King. Royal blood runs through her veins mixed with ancient magic, now Selene owns power they can't comprehend.Damien Blackthorn finds her hiding in plain sight at Crescent Moon Academy. One look and he knows, this is the girl everyone thinks is dead. Dangerous and deadly beautiful, he could expose her secret. Instead he wants to claim her, make her his Queen.Selene feels the hybrid power burning in her blood. The strength her enemies fear. She goes from broken reject to untouchable queen. But Caden's regret runs deeper than anyone knows. His wolf is dying without her and his secrets could unravel everything she's building.Will she forgive the mate who destroyed her? Or will she watch him burn while she rises from the ashes with a king who actually chose her first?

They called her the human defect—a wolf who couldn't shift, too weak to be Luna, too worthless to keep.
On the night of her mating ceremony, Elara Vance is rejected by her Alpha mate, betrayed by her own sister, and cast out like garbage. By sunrise, her pack sends killers to finish the job.
But the river doesn't take her. And the monster who pulls her from the depths isn't a wolf at all.
Now the woman who was meant to disappear has returned—not as a broken wolf, but as the last heir to an ancient line of dragon shifters. And standing beside her is the most dangerous Alpha in the world: Silas Vane, the Shadow King, who wants more than her revenge. He wants her.
Together, they will crash a wedding, shatter a pack, and burn the old world to the ground.
But as Elara's power grows, so does the truth: her rejection wasn't an accident.
It was the first move in a war that's been waiting a thousand years for her to wake up.
And the real enemy isn't the pack that broke her.
It's the one who built her.

I killed my elder brother, took over his identity, and indulged in everything he had worked so hard to gain.
Just when I thought life would stay perfect forever…
Years after my marriage, I came home one day ready for dinner.
My gaze froze firmly on the opposite side of the dining table.
There sat a ragged little boy covered all over in dirt and grime.
His face… looked exactly like mine ten years ago.

I was eight weeks pregnant when I suffered a violent hemorrhage inside the café’s restroom. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I called my husband fourteen times—only to be labeled a hysterical faker. That same night, he toasted champagne with his young female assistant in his arms without a single shred of guilt.
Three days later, surveillance footage exposed the truth. The woman he cherished had been the one who shoved me down the staircase on purpose.
The night I lost our child, he was out raising his glass in celebration.
Fine. I will make them pay for every single thing they’ve done.

Once a terrifying top special forces commander known as the Ghost Reaper, Kael Vance hid his identity for three years, craving an ordinary life. Yet he was brutally humiliated and dumped by his greedy fiancée. When his family was threatened, he abandoned disguise. His elite troops knelt for him, and he crushed his arrogant enemies, rewriting his fate with power and finally gaining true love and peace.

"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him."
Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.
But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.
For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.
When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.
Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:
☽ That night wasn't an accident
☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift
☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim her
Too bad she's done being owned.


Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.
"You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine."
A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you."
"You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

My name is Michael Carson. On the surface, I'm a small-time analyst in Dallas, but nobody knows that I'm the sole heir to a multi-billion dollar financial empire.

The father's factory was on the verge of bankruptcy, but his wife transferred the money to her mother to open a beauty clinic, saying, "Your dad's lousy factory should have gone out of business long ago."

Her father suffered a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. She then said, "He's over sixty years old, is it worth it?"

I tolerated it. Until she discovered my true identity, she immediately turned on me, threatening divorce and taking half of my assets.

At that moment, I understood—some people don't deserve kindness.

I dialed the family number I hadn't contacted in five years.

They will never forget what happened next.

My husband's foster sister, Delilah, gets poisoned and ends up paralyzed. My husband, Grayson, the Don of this whole crime family, doesn't even bother checking the security cameras. He just throws me, two months pregnant, into the cistern where they punish traitors.

"Tessa, hand over the antidote, or die."

I kneel in the freezing swamp water and beg him. I didn't poison her.

He answers with a kick to the stomach.

For three straight days, I suffer down there. Leeches tear into my skin. My baby turns into a pool of black blood and dissolves into the filthy water. By the end, my vocal cords tear to shreds, my body goes cold, and I stop breathing.

His men get on their knees and beg him to spare me. He just sneers.

"That woman's always been good at playing the victim. No food, no medicine. Let her keep soaking."

Three days later, he finally walks into the cistern, and it's only to give me an ultimatum.

"Crawl out and apologize to Delilah on your knees. Otherwise I'll strip you of your title and sell you off to a trafficking ring. You'll wish you were dead."

No one answers him.

He has no idea. I already am.

"How much did Ashley pay you for that night?"
"Who's Ashley?" William asked.
"I... I mean... the woman who paid you and asked you to sleep with me that night."
William turned his head and looked at Valeria emotionless, "I don't get it. What the hell are you thinking about?"
William was speechless. How could there be such a handsome and rich pimp like him in the world?


"Valeria Brown was the only daughter of the Brown family, which was rather rich.
But her bestie Ashley and Ashley's mom planned to take everything from her.
Also, Mason, who had been dated with Valeria for four years, cheated on her.
Valeria caught Mason making out with Ashley in the car!
But Ashley never felt ashamed, instead, she drugged Valeria and asked a pimp to take her virginity.
A stranger saw through all of this and chased the pimp away.
Valeria woke up and found this hot stranger lying next to her.
She was annoyed when Ashley told her that man was the pimp.
But actually, this stranger who got rid of the pimp and slept with Valeria was the richest CEO..."

"Let me borrow your husband for one night and I spare your dad's life." Trishia Meyer, the only daughter of Senator Meyer demanded.
To save her father's company, Arabella had agreed to marry the evil billionaire, Bill Sky.
She dared to kiss him to show off her ex-boyfriend that night but she never expected the kiss would deepen and he didn’t want to let go.
That night was just a mistake but they met again.
They agreed to sign a non-disclosure contract and they swore not to love each other.
Sacrificing herself to be with the domineering cold man and turning a blind eye to his sexual affairs with other women were just some of the things she needed to endure every day.
Now that she conceived his baby, he wanted it to be aborted instantly.
She thought that the baby inside her tummy would bring them closer together but he accused her of deceiving him.
Arabella Jones then made a promise to herself that she would do everything to live a happy life with her baby far away from him. Little did she know, it's not for her to decide, that if the billionaire's wrath would allow her.

I once thought I had a perfect family. I believed my husband loved me deeply and considered myself the happiest woman in the world.
But one day, I discovered that our maid had been secretly poisoning me. What shocked me even more was finding out that my husband was having an affair with her...

YELENA:
I didn't think twice when I accepted my parents’ offer to marry our Alpha. He was a man every she-wolf in our pack wanted… I thought marrying him would mean love, protection, and respect.

Instead, it meant betrayal.

Tristan Crosswood, my husband, the Alpha of Blue Moon pack never wanted me. I was just a Luna by contract, replacing his empty title. He chose his mate repeatedly when she found her way back to the pack while I was foolish to reject mine the first time I saw him.

I was such a fool… and I suffered for it.
So, I did the only thing left for me to save myself.

I filed for a divorce, and Alpha Tristan signed the papers happily. I walked away broken but free, and when I started to heal, I discovered that I was carrying his pup.

Now Alpha Tristan wanted me back, the Alpha who signed my freedom with his own hands became the Alpha who regret divorcing me.

But what he didn't know was that… I wasn't the desperate Luna he discarded.

Hudson Harrington is untouchable. Captain of the hockey team, heir to a powerful alpha bloodline, in complete control of everything. No one challenges him.

Then Jaden Williams steps onto his ice and refuses to kneel.

Jaden is a freshman with no name and no respect for boys who were handed everything. He earned his spot through sweat and obsession, and he's not bowing to some golden boy who thinks the rink belongs to him.

From the first moment, it's war. Every practice, every game, every look across the locker room. Hudson wants him gone. Jaden wants to prove he belongs.

But hate has a way of turning into something else.

They're both alphas. The world says what they feel is wrong: two alphas can't be together, shouldn't want each other. But every time they fight, they get closer. Every time they try to stay away, they crash back together harder.

So who's going to break first?

He's my mate's father and I had a one-night stand with him. I shouldn't have but I was just so bitter because my mate was sleeping with my half-sister.
That night marked the beginning of his insane obsession. And then I realized he wasn't the level-headed and calm father-in-law I always thought he was.
Behind that mask was an obsessive, manipulative, and controlling man who had sworn never to let me go. He'd do anything to keep me, including ruining my life.
Now I'm stuck in this clandestine erotic relationship we have. And each day, I find myself getting more addicted to him.
What do I do to break free from this erotic but toxic bond we share?

"I reject you," he says clearly. Loudly. Making sure everyone hears. "I, Ronan Nightbane, reject the false bond between us. I reject any claim you think you have on me."
"Why isn't it working?" he demands.
"Because it's real," I whisper. "Whether you want it or not."
"Then I'll make it clear another way," he says.
He turns to address the entire cafeteria. His voice carries to every corner of the room.
"Let me be perfectly clear," he announces. "She's not my mate. She's not my anything. She's just a sad little girl who needs to learn her place."
The silence that follows is deafening. Hundreds of students stare at me with pity. With disgust. With relief that they're not in my position.
I sit there shaking. My wolf curls up in a corner of my mind and whimpers.
But he's not our mate anymore. He made that clear.
He's nothing to me.


She came to survive. He was born to rule. Fate made them mates. And that’s where the nightmare began.
Evangeline has spent her whole life on the edge, unwanted, unclaimed, and surviving in the shadows of Crescent Moon Pack. A omega by blood and an outcast by choice, she’s learned to keep her head down and her scars hidden. But when her dying uncle asks her to enroll at Blackclaw Academy, a school built on bloodlines, brutality, and unforgiving rules..... she agrees. For him, not for herself.
She expected whispers. Glares. Even cruelty.
What she didn’t expect was Ronan Nightbane.

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.

Sheetal's Soliloquy
I know you. You were the one who had been bothering me. With a chuckle, he replied, "I know you'll never forget me, Dolce." However, you made a small mistake. Honey, that wasn't harassment. That was my devotion to you. " He abruptly grabbed my waist as he spoke. I arched my back and stared at him, my eyes wide. This crazy boy has returned, but he is not the same as before. He is now more attractive.
When I thought, I coughed unexpectedly and said, "Excuse me." What's your name? "

Faye Martinez, the beloved sister of Alpha, the most revered princess of The New Arctic Pack, was adored by everyone. But her fate took a turn when Alpha Timerante from The Dark Pack proposed to her.It was a marriage scheme. After they got married, Faye didn't receive any love or care from her husband Timerante. On the contrary, he repeatedly hurt Faye for his lover!Unable to bear it any longer, Faye made a solemn vow to the Moon Goddess. "I, Faye Martinez, reject you, Alpha Timerante Thompson, as my mate! Forever!"

As Alessia Cora tries to forget her painful past and continue to reach her dreams, life will not allow her to enjoy those two. When she picked one and made a choice of fulfilling her dreams but leaving her pain aside, she’ll meet Asher Felix, the man she had chose to leave five years ago.

"No!!!” I screamed as the stranger pushed me against the wall. “Oh no! Please come to a stop! This was a mistake!" But the more I attempted to get out of his grasp, the tighter it became. I had no idea why he was so angry with me; his eyes were burning with fire.
He growled behind my ears, "I warned you. No one can escape my realm, not even the most precious woman like you." He began kissing me hard, punishing me by ripping off my clothes. "Lily, did you hear me right?"
"I am not Lily!! I'm Rose!” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I screamed my name, trembling.
Yes. Rose was the only name I knew; my frail identity was established in the isolation of the orphanage. Childhood was a jumble of hurt and abandonment, so I clung to memories of William, my light of love and hope. But now, faced with the wrath of a stranger who mistook me for another, survival in this harsh world appeared more difficult than ever.

When truth is deadlier than lies, can love survive?

Sixteen years of hidden life shattered in one blood-soaked dawn. Amelia watched her guardian die to save her, only to learn a devastating truth in his final breath—the man who raised her wasn't her father, but the killer of her real parents.

When the mysterious and dangerous Alpha Therian snatches her from death's grip, Amelia thinks she's found salvation. Instead, she enters another cage: sold to Alpha Therian, enslaved for three years.


Therian has secrets of his own. The ruthless Wolf King needs a mate to solidify his rule, and Amelia, the last heir of a lost Alpha bloodline, is his perfect choice. A fake engagement. A deadly bargain: she plays his fiancée, and he reveals the truth about her parents' murder.

But when hatred transforms into desire, when enemies become lovers, when shadows from the past threaten to destroy everything—can she trust the man who is both her salvation and possibly her greatest enemy?

"Ahh, just like that. Fuck me deeper!"
Amelia's moans filled the air, her body betraying her desire for the ruthless man who claimed her.
But behind the passion lay a darker truth.
Her life spiraled into misery when she was caught in the webs of slavery by the merciless Mafia Don, Alessandro DeMarco.
As punishment for daring to infiltrate his powerful organization, Alessandro made her his slave—bound to serve him forever. Amelia's heart burned with betrayal, especially by the man she once loved, who lured her into destruction and abandoned her when she needed him most.
Resigned to her fate, Amelia worked for the Don as his possession, torn between hatred and the dangerous attraction that grew stronger with every stolen touch.
What happens when love begins to blur the lines between punishment and passion?
Will Alessandro be able to control his feelings for her?
Or will Amelia surrender completely to the deadly Mafia Don who makes her body tremble… and her heart betray her?

After a brief appearance at a birthday celebration, Ayra Carter's life took a drastic turn when the famous billionaire's heir chose her to be his new mum...
"I like you a lot so you have to come home with me and be my new mummy." Arya's heart warmed as she stared at the cute little boy in front of her...
"Cutie... Why don't you pick again?... I'm about to get married."
"My son chose you and that's final! Become his mum!"
A loud authoritative voice broke into the room...
Now what??
Not him!
Mr Kyle Anderson! The man who doesn't take no for an answer...

His hand tightens around my wrists above my head. “This pretty dripping pussy of yours. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is fucking begging me. But maybe you’re soaked and needy because of his fangs.” He slaps my pussy. Hard.

I cry. “Ahhhh! No!” I let out a whimper, then a moan.

Earlier, of fucking course yes, but now, it’s just for him. But if I come to think about Griffin’s fangs—

Aemon opens my pussy lips with his long fingers at an obscene angle. I curl my toes. Oh, Goddess, oh Goddess!

I’m so wet! “Griffin—I mean—Your brother means nothing to me.” I whimper.

But as soon as I say his brother’s name I know it is the wrong thing to say.

🥀 🥀 🥀

To vampires, blood is everything.

When it stops flowing, so do you.

Blake is human. Offered like cattle by the very pack that raised her.

But the moment her blood touches Griffin’s tongue, the Vampire Leader knows—she is his fated mate.

There is only one problem: his brother wants her too. And he’s not willing to let go.

She was born to lead—but first, she must survive the betrayal.

Cast out by her pack. Rejected by her fated mate. Forced into an unwanted bond with the Alpha of a rival clan, Luna Belle thought her story ended in heartbreak. Branded as cursed and sold like a traitor, she’s banished to a life of silence.

But Luna is no ordinary wolf.

Hidden deep within her blood lies a secret power, one even she doesn’t fully understand—until the Luna Trials begin, and her magic awakens with a vengeance.

Now, as rival packs clash over territory and lies, Luna must fight for her place, her heart, and her future. Along the way, she’ll face deadly tests, forbidden love, and a second chance at the mate who once shattered her soul. But trust is a luxury she can’t afford—not when the same pack that betrayed her may be hiding the truth about her cursed bloodline.

She was the quiet one.

They made her the weapon.

And now, at twenty-one, she’s coming back to destroy the kingdom that broke her.

“I kiss you when I want to,” he murmured against my ear, his voice rough enough to send a shiver down my spine. “I fuck you when I want to. So don’t make the mistake of denying me again.”


Evelyn Jonas was the definition of perfection… top of her class, straight A student, and captain of the college cheerleading squad. Her future was already mapped out: graduation, a dream job, and a life every girl envied.

Until one night changed everything.

One invitation. One party. One blackout she can’t explain.
And she wakes up drenched in the blood of one of the most influential hockey players on campus.

Within hours, Evelyn’s perfect life collapses.
Within days, she’s convicted.
Within a month, she’s sentenced to prison with no chance of parole.

Until Him

Adrian Rossi… one of the most feared and deadly Mafia lords in Italy walks out of prison after six years with nothing left but vengeance. His sister is dead, and the only family he had left—his nephew, the child she entrusted to him—was taken from him under suspicious circumstances.

And now he has a name to blame.

Evelyn Jonas.

But Adrian doesn’t come for her with bullets first. He comes with a plan.

Disguised as her court-appointed lawyer, he is the man holding her fragile freedom in his hands.

Evelyn has no idea that the person who got her out of prison is the same man plotting her ruin.

And Adrian Rossi doesn’t believe in mercy.

Eline, a philosophy major, and a secret werecat, is caught off guard when Draken Gallagher, the campus playboy and her self-proclaimed nemesis, suddenly takes a keen interest in her. The twist? Draken is a werewolf.

—

"I'm interested in you, Eline," his straightforwardness caught me off guard, and I felt my heart stop beating. It felt like I had been knocked out of breath. "I like you and my wolf and I want to get to know you better…"

I was speechless.

He paused, studying my reaction, and then spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "Eline, there's something about you that I can't quite explain. You stir something in me, something my wolf doesn't understand."

"I also can't quite explain why the campus playboy is interested in me all of a sudden? Besides, Draken, aren't wolves supposed to be natural predators of cats? So why's your wolf interested in me? I don't get it at all."

"That's what I don't understand also, Eline. I don't understand why my wolf has taken a sudden interest in a cat."

"Try questioning it," I said.

Draken laughed, stepping even more closer to me. He was invading my personal space and for some reason, I didn't seem to mind it. He brushed a bit of my hair from my eyes, lowering his voice to a whisper as he spoke. "As a werecat, does your cat exist as a mind of its own?"

"No. Why do you ask?" I was forced to hold my breath with how close he was. I knew inhaling his scent would do things to me…to my body.

Draken smiled softly, his eyes reflecting a hint of mischief. "As for werewolves, their wolves exist as another entity. My wolf being attracted to you is what makes this so intriguing. My wolf, Grey, can't figure it out either. He just knows that he wants to mark you as his own, to claim you as his mate."

they tried to hide their past from her, but of course your past always comes running back- haunting you and reminding you of everything that you did wrong.
••
The truth behind Jake Collins intentions were hidden. A dark soul that only wanted vengeance, not caring whom he hurt in the end and the repercussions.

Faye Lacuna, was the chosen one. The one he would use and pretend to love, just to get to her father. The one that he would hurt to no end, even if he loved her.

EMILY KATHERINE GAINES couldn't be bothered by petty things such as an arranged marriage, a strict father and being a workaholic, but a certain man with a body that looked like it had been painted by the great Leonardo Da Vinci himself, seemed to do more than bother her. How much further would she go to have him bring everything she had built up, down to the ground? How much lust could she control? How much heartache could she take? Emily didn't know the answer to all of that, but the one thing she did know was that she wanted this man. At any cost.

Everyone knew Mrs. Montgomery was hopelessly in love with the mafia don.
For five years, Elara locked away her glory as a top jewelry appraiser and became the perfect wife. She managed his empire's gray-zone ledgers, cooked his black coffee at 5 AM.
She believed even ice could melt if you held it long enough.
Until she found the cardiac compatibility report in his study.
He didn't marry her for love.
He spoiled her only to protect the heart in her chest.
The locked drawer didn't hold business secrets—it held her death sentence.
"Next month's surgery. Don't make a scene." He crushed his cigar, negotiating like it was a shipment deal. "Your mother's medical bills, your brother's tuition—I'll handle everything. Be good."
She smiled. Nodded. Then booked a one-way flight to New York.
The divorce papers were delivered by his secretary. The resignation letter was hidden in a stack of documents he signed without reading. The wedding ring was left in the closet where he'd once shielded her from a thunderstorm.
He waited for her to beg. To crawl back. She never did.
Instead, he saw photos of her dazzling the international auction circuit. Saw another man block wine for her with gentle eyes. Saw her standing in a crowd, not sparing him a single glance.
Later, the king of LA's underworld lost his mind.
He pinned his first love against the wall, demanding Elara's location. He knelt in a hospital corridor, clutching her blood-stained ring, eyes red-rimmed. "Elara, I'll cut out my own heart if you just come back."
She pulled her hand free the way she withdrew five years of wasted love—
"You kept me for five years to harvest my heart. I don't want yours. I want my freedom."
[High-angst · Grovel-to-ashes · Same ML]

“What did you say about me?” Hance asked angrily and Alexa took a step backwards as he wheeled himself closer to her.

“I..I didn't say it. I heard it from the girls downstairs, they said since you are crippled then you can't…you know”

He was finally closed to her and pulled her hand as she landed on his thighs, then he captured her lips with his.

It was a wild kiss and Alexa pushed him so she could catch her breath, then she felt something poking her from below.

“You need enough proof?” He questioned and she bit her lip nervously.

“Uhm, I read it somewhere that, if the man is…then the woman can take control” she stuttered while pointing at his legs.

Hance chuckled, he sat up and nodded, without waiting for instructions, she moved and sat on him as he grabbed her butt.

“Then you better ride me perfectly my little girl” he whispered before they engaged in a rough kiss.


Alexa Parker’s life turned upside down when her husband’s love for her turned to hatred, and he presented her with a divorce.
She had chosen him over her family, and now he presents her with a divorce just because his childhood crush is back. Her love for him turned to complete hatred, but she couldn’t do anything about it; after all, she was from a low-class family.

Left with no other choice, Alexa decides to move on and care for herself, but how was that even possible when her husband’s childhood crush kept doing everything to ruin her completely?

Not long after, she gets a job in a hotel where she gets entangled with a disabled billionaire, and things take a drastic turn when she discovers that the man is her ex-husband’s uncle and also the master of their family.

Will she choose to take revenge on her husband or find ways to go back to him by using the disabled man? Or will she choose to be far away from that family? But what happens when she discovers the true colors of the disabled man? He isn’t an open book or a perfect husband.