6612 Book(s) Related to the castle in the air

I've been married to billionaire Joseph Miller for three years. Pregnant three times. Aborted three times.

Every time, my husband stood outside the operating room, watching them wheel me in.

The first baby, my mother-in-law Victoria said had spinal deformities. The second, my father-in-law Richard showed a "report" claiming heart defects.

I believed them. I thought it was my fault, something wrong with my body.

Until the third pregnancy.

This time I secretly went to another hospital—DNA showed 99.9% match with Joseph, every prenatal indicator perfect.

I rushed home clutching the report, thinking I could finally save my child.

Victoria glanced at it and tossed it on the coffee table. "You are carrying a healthy baby. But the Miller family doesn't need it."

My in-laws forcibly dragged me to the clinic. I screamed to Joseph for help: "That's your child!"

His eyes were red, but he still let them kill my baby.

Desperate, I demanded a divorce. He coldly refused, tearing at my clothes: "Stop being dramatic. Time for the fourth."

I finally understood—I wasn't his wife. I was their breeding machine.

But why? Why force me to keep getting pregnant, only to kill every healthy baby?

Until that night, I pushed open the attic door that had been locked for three years—

And finally understood everything.

Alice, pregnant and vulnerable, is coerced onto a perilous ride by Frank, goaded by his malicious sister Amelia. "You love danger, don't you?" Frank sneers, ignoring her desperate cries that their child is at risk. After losing the baby, she's abandoned in the hospital. "Pull the plug on the ECMO," Frank coldly orders over the phone, amidst the clatter of mahjong tiles.

Amelia torments Alice further, screeching, "You're nothing but a charity case!" and framing her for corporate crimes. When Alice discovers Amelia caused her mother's suicide, she exposes their schemes.

Frank, ruined, exacts a brutal revenge on Amelia, screaming, "This is for our child!" before taking his own life. In the end, Alice, stronger than ever, finds love and peace running a seaside motel, Frank's final letter laying bare Amelia's treachery.

I catch them mid-twist on the SoHo couch we picked out together—Ethan's shirt crumpled on the floor, his hands fisted in Layla's hair, her dress hitched high on her hips, her head thrown back in a gasp that curdles my blood.
My fingers go slack on the doorknob; the Lombardi's bag, his favorite chicken parmigiana, my promotion celebration, slams to the hardwood.
Violet's world shatters the moment she walks into her own living room and finds her husband tangled up with her stepsister. The man she loved. The sister she trusted. Both betraying her in the most humiliating way possible.
Now, with her marriage destroyed and her heart in pieces, Violet vows to take everything from them—her husband's empire, her stepsister's peace, and her own power back.
But when a mysterious billionaire, Liam Knight, walks into her life offering partnership and passion, Violet finds herself torn between revenge and the chance to love again.
Will she burn her enemies to ashes… or risk her heart one more time?

On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.

My name is Serena, and I’m a werewolf. While the rest of my kind dreamt about finding their fated mate, fantasizing about meeting that perfect pair gifted by the Moon Goddess, I considered finding mine a curse.
My life ended when I found out the truth about my parents’ death. It was the day after my wedding, and I learned that my husband’s family planned to take over my pack from the beginning. I was so naïve that I married Declan like a lovesick pup, oblivious to the fact that my marriage was the final stage in his family’s scheme, and they succeeded in their plan, banishing me from my pack.
They thought I died, but I was planning to take everything that was mine and end my husband’s linage with my bare hands.
I had a spotless revenge plan, but fate’s sense of humor was ludicrous.
The man whom I promised to prosecute for all the pain he caused me was my fated mate, and ending him will also mean suicide.
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“You will always be Serena to me, wife.”
I simmered. “I’m not your wife.”
Declan bent a little on the waist, leveling his face with mine. “You’d be happy to know that we never got divorced, baby girl.”
Bristling, my nose flared. “I died. There’s no need for divorce.”
“Did you?” He caged me with his arms against the wall, a smirk stretching his lips. “And you are still mine, Serena. Don’t let Spade touch you like that again, or I’ll break his hand.”

"I want you, Fenris," Lyra whispers, "Wolf and man, all of you."
The raw hunger flashes in Fenris's eyes. He growled softly, his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her flush against his body. They made love beneath the light of the full moon.
"I've never let anyone get this close during a full moon before."
"I'm honored to be the first," Lyra grinnes, "And a little smug that I managed to tame the big bad wolf."
Fenris chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. "The night's still young, and I'm far from tamed."


In a world where dark magic and ancient beasts collide, a powerful witch named Lyra stumbles upon a centuries-old prophecy foretelling the end of the world. To prevent this catastrophe, she must form an alliance with Fenris, a brooding werewolf outcast. As they race against time to decipher cryptic clues and gather mystical artifacts, their initial distrust slowly transforms into a forbidden romance. With opposing factions of supernatural creatures hunting them and their own conflicting natures threatening to tear them apart, Lyra and Fenris must overcome their differences to save not just the world, but each other.

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

In a realm where shadows dance with light in an eternal duel, Lyra, a young and enchanting shadow mage, unearths a tantalizing secret hidden within her: the rare ability to communicate with shadow dragons—ancient, seductive creatures thought to be long extinct. Her heart races when she encounters Nyx, the brooding king of the shadow dragons, with scales like obsidian and eyes that smolder with ancient fire. Their souls intertwine in a blaze of raw chemistry, igniting a passion that sizzles through their very beings.

As the world around them simmers with political intrigue and forbidden magic, Lyra feels the heat radiating from Nyx, drawing her in. “You possess a power I’ve never encountered,” he whispers, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine, igniting an ache deep within her core. “But tell me, can you handle the darkness within me?”

“Maybe I want to embrace it,” Lyra replies, her breath hitching as she inches closer, her hearts whispering promises of nightfall passion. “Show me the depth of your shadows, and I’ll reveal the light that can coexist with them.”

Their connection deepens as they delve into the secrets threatening both their kinds, but the air between them thickens with unspoken desire. In the heat of their pursuit, they steal moments away from the chaos—a shared gaze laced with longing, a brush of fingertips that ignites fire beneath their skin.

Midnight Guardians: A Gargoyle Romance follows the passionate and forbidden love story between Amelia, a young art history student, and Gideon, an ancient gargoyle awakened from centuries of stone slumber. Set against the backdrop of a mysterious Gothic cathedral, their romance unfolds amidst danger from monster hunters, internal conflicts within the gargoyle community, and the challenges of bridging two vastly different worlds. As Amelia and Gideon fight for their love, they must also protect the secret world of the gargoyles and confront their own dark pasts. This epic tale spans centuries, exploring themes of sacrifice, redemption, and the enduring power of love.

Emily, unable to resist, moved closer, her hands running along Cassandra's body, mimicking the creature's caresses. She kissed Cassandra passionately, their tongues entwining in a wet, hungry dance. Cassandra's hands found Emily's breasts, squeezing and teasing the hardened peaks through the neoprene suit.

The creature's tentacles joined the erotic dance, wrapping around Cassandra's waist, pulling her closer. Its touch was both gentle and insistent, its suction cups leaving a trail of tingling sensations on Cassandra's skin. Emily's hands slid beneath Cassandra's wetsuit, her fingers deftly unfastening the zipper and sliding it down, exposing her heaving chest.

Born to lead but denied her rightful place, the daughter of a slain Alpha is betrayed in the most brutal way. Stripped of her title because she bears the spirit of a Luna instead of an Alpha, she’s forced to watch her lover rise as Alpha—only to publicly humiliate and reject her, accusing her of treason in front of the entire pack and a council of visiting Alphas.

When hope flickers in the form of a second chance mate—a feared Alpha known for his cold heart—her world is shattered yet again by another cruel rejection. The pain is too much; her wolf vanishes, her soul breaks, and her life hangs by a thread.

Just when the executioner raises his weapon, the unexpected happens. The ruthless Alpha who had turned his back returns with chilling words: “Let her live. Death is too kind. She will suffer.”

Months pass, and what was once discarded becomes the object of desire. Now, Alphas wage war for the broken Luna they once overlooked. With her wolf gone and heart frozen, can she ever heal? Will the Moon Goddess grant her strength again—or love?

Dive into this gripping tale of betrayal, pain, power, and redemption.

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.