7509 Book(s) Related to The Anchor

Claire thought escaping him would be the end.
She was wrong. It was only the beginning.

After years of surviving Jonathan’s cruelty, Claire finally finds the courage to disappear. New city. New name. New life. But the past isn’t finished with her yet.

Someone is watching. Her every move. Her every moment. Silent. Unseen. Waiting.

As Claire begins to piece herself back together, disturbing signs appear—familiar shadows, untraceable calls, and the gnawing sense that someone is always a step behind. But it’s not just Jonathan she needs to fear. There are others hiding in plain sight. People she once trusted.

And someone is about to make her pay—for love, for betrayal, and for choices she never knew she made.

Who's Watching Who is a gripping psychological thriller filled with chilling twists, buried secrets, and a race to find the truth before it finds her.

Love me or hate me either way, I will fuck you every night.


I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst.

In the room's silence, I could hear her breathing pick up, but when I looked down, she still appeared asleep. Yet she now clenched her eyes shut and her lips parted in a silent moan.

I let more of my weight settle on her as I pushed deeper inside of her slick pussy. Her body welcomed me eagerly, and I exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of filling her.
Fucking Rhea was the best experience of my life. I wanted to have her as much as I could. Something told me she enjoyed me as well. The way in her and how she moaned when she came on my cock seemed genuine.

"Aleksander," she whispered my name, and I shoved into her harder at the sound of her breathy voice. "Ah!" She gasped and her arms flew up to wrap around my ribs.

Lucky isn't ready to be married nor is she interested in the arranged marriage with Mafia Don, Nico Santangelo. But he has a contract out on her father for the marriage or he will have Lucky's father killed. He is a man who always gets what he wants and nothing will stand in his way. He is richer than any man and more powerful than any other Don has ever been.
He rules the underworld of the New York Crime Scene and this alliance between his family and Lucky's mafia family would mean he becomes the King of New York.
He doesn't care for a wife especially not Lucky but he needs her and it eats him alive that this is the only way he can be King of New York and he will do whatever it takes in his power to make that happen even if it means being with the enemy and a woman who is not one of them.
Lucky is strong willed, she is fierce and not a docile dove he can easily manipulate but Nico Santangelo is not scared of a challenge, he will have her eating out of his hand and tamed if it is the last thing he does. Besides, when he is the King of New York and her father dies eventually, he will no longer need this woman.
Or will his heart fall for this determined, strong and independent woman?

They were never meant to share a home — now they’re fighting to share a heart.

When fierce and untouchable Ekaterina “Throttle Kitty” Volkova, the only female rider in the Black Vultures MC, is forced to leave her Russian chapter and lay low in California, the last place she wants to end up is under the same roof as the arrogant, inked-up bastard her mother just married into.

Jett "Maverick" Callahan, notorious for leaving chaos in his wake, rides with the Devil's Reign MC — and isn’t thrilled to find out his new "stepsister" is a razor-tongued biker queen with zero respect for his turf, his rules, or his dominance.

They clash from day one.
She’s fire, he’s gasoline.
And the sparks? Hellfire.

But when a dangerous war between rival clubs pulls them into the crosshairs, they’re forced into a reluctant truce — riding together, lying low together, and pretending not to feel the twisted heat growing between them.

The line between hate and hunger blurs with every mile.

And when secrets from Kitty’s past threaten to destroy them both, Jett has to decide if she's just another problem to burn down — or the only ride-or-die he’ll ever need.

Serena is looking for one night with a Daddy Dom and she finds the perfect man in a sex club. The Daddy believes he's found perfection too and races to find her after she runs away. What will Serena do when she finds out Daddy wants to share her with his friends? Will she balk or will she dive right in?

A gang boss ground my treasured staff into dust with one boot. “A gutter-bred bastard from the slums, and you’re hiding something this delicate? Cripple him. Let him learn who runs this turf.”
I stared at the silver-white powder on the floor. It was the last relic my brothers left me.
I once swore these hands would be used only to save people, never to kill again.
But today, even the heavens refused to allow it.
I lifted my head slowly. The elven ears I’d kept lowered in submission rose one by one in the dark, sharp as a wolf’s.
“You’re asking me who runs this turf?”
My fist snapped out and caved in the boss’s nose.
I twisted backhanded. Three elite enforcers had their bones shattered in an instant, collapsing like sacks of rotten meat.
I grabbed the boss by the throat with one hand and hoisted his two-hundred-pound body into the air, eyes cold as if I were staring at a corpse.
“Three years ago, when I laid down the rules in this district, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud.”
“My things are not for you to touch.”

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.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

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