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They called me a hellcat. A she-wolf tyrant. The Luna who made her Alpha husband obey.
I held him together when his father died. Built his dying pack into a powerhouse while he flirted with she-wolves.
Then he brought home his "fated mate."
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead, I smiled. "I'll help you prepare the ceremony."
That's when my wolf—dormant for years—began to wake.

Three years ago, billionaire Theodore Chambers handed Victoria Ellis divorce papers with cold eyes and colder words—all for the sake of his first love, Isabella Waters.
Victoria didn't cry. She didn't beg.
She simply signed her name, walked out of that golden cage, and disappeared from the world of the rich.
What the world didn't expect…
Was for the discarded ex-wife to rise from the ashes—not as a socialite, but as the world's most sought-after reconstructive mortician. Behind every high-profile crime scene and closed casket, she was the one restoring dignity to the dead—and building a name powerful enough to shake law enforcement and the elite alike.
Now, at a funeral of all places, their paths cross again.
She stands beside another man, radiant, untouchable.
He watches in disbelief—his ex-wife, no longer his.
"You handle corpses every day. Aren't you afraid of bad luck?" he growls, grabbing her wrist.
She smiles coldly.
"In my heart, the grass over your grave has already grown two meters tall."
But fate has one final card to play.
When Victoria finds Theodore lying in a pool of blood, clutching an old photo of her, everything unravels.
Was it too late after all?
Or is love just another body she's not willing to reconstruct?

For some girls, age eighteen is the magical age of freedom and independence. For Aerys, turning eighteen means an arranged marriage to a man she's never met before, leaving the only home she's ever known, and accidentally discovering things she never knew about the world, about her family, and about herself, things that have been lurking beneath the surface all along. However, each new discovery brings new questions with it, and the answers could lead in some very dangerous directions. She and her fiancé, Dmitri, must decide whether or not to find the answers to these questions and what to do with the knowledge they gain. To change the game instead of living by others' rules, they must look beyond what they see.

"Hey, don't move!"
I was robbed by a stranger. But what he wanted was not money.
He tore my clothes off, kept kissing me hard, not to rape me.
He wanted me to cover his blood and track from his enemies.
I saw blood running out of his stomach.
He said thank you after he fooled his enemies.
I let him come into my place to get the bullet out of him.
I was a doctor.
He gave me a kiss the next morning and disappeared from my life.
It felt like a dream, I couldn't help thinking about the night making out with him.
Until one day, I saw him again in the hospital.
I learned that he was a soldier and that he had looked for me and loved me for a very very long time...
But I had no memory of him, until...

"If anything happens to Willow or her baby, you’ll wish you were never born."

Elias’s voice was a blade to my chest. I watched the woman he loved—his mistress—lying in a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. I didn't push her. She fell trying to grab me, trying to gloat about the child growing inside her. But he didn't care.

He cradled her broken body like she was precious glass, leaving his wife standing in the cold. He didn't know I was pregnant too. He didn't know that while he prayed for his mistress's bastard, he was destroying the mother of his legitimate heir.

I touched my flat stomach, tears freezing on my face as the ambulance lights painted us in red. He looked at me with pure hatred, a look that killed the last ember of my love.

"I'll sign the divorce papers, Elias," I whispered to the empty air as he rode away with her. "But you'll never see this baby. You chose the wrong child to save."

*Warning: Including violence and explicit mature content.

"So? Will you? You let me fuck you, and I'll give your camera back." Zane repeated his offer.
"Fuck yourself! Asshole!" Alaia's face withered as she pushed against his chest the hardest she could manage. Her nails scratched his arms as she fought him. But she didn't move an inch from the bed. Or Zane away from her.
Instead, he caught her hands and pinned them above her head.
"Easy, rabbit!" He smirked without a trace of softness in his eyes. His eyes were blue-gray. Alaia saw the shade clearly now. Such a pretty pair of eyes, yet so ice-cold, soulless.
"Get your dirty hands off me!" Alaia roared and raised her head, getting into Zane's face spitefully.
Dirty? Zane sneered. Alaia Jones was no longer the same princess he first met. Still, her eyes glowered at him with pride, nobility, and dignity. It made Zane's anger boil up.
I will destroy all her pride. All her dignity! He promised inwardly. He first made that promise to himself a long time ago.
And now was the time to keep it.
"Hundred thousand dollars for one night!" Zane dropped it on the table. Alaia opened her mouth, but he didn't let her speak. "Your mother's hospital bills are due soon, right?" He continued, watching Alaia's face changing its expression.
Then he got up, opening the nightstand's drawer.
Alaia took a chance, getting up too. She stood in the middle of the room when he approached, handing her the photos. Alaia lowered her eyes, witnessing images of Vivi Brown passionately kissing David Green, a film director.
Everyone knew David was married and had two young children.
"You could kill two birds with one stone. You'll get these photos and 100K if you let me fuck you," Zane said. He didn't need to say anything more.
Alaia knew what he meant. Her mother wouldn't get disconnected from the life support in the hospital. And she could give her uncle money to save his company.
Those were the two birds.
And the stone was her virginity.

I fled the hotel room in a panic, leaving only a cheap necklace behind. I had just spent the night with William Ford, the city’s most ruthless billionaire CEO.

My sister, the "real" daughter of my wealthy adoptive family, found the necklace. She stole my secret, claimed she was the woman from that night, and proudly paraded around as his new girlfriend.

She had already taken my parents and my fiancé. Now, she wanted to crush me at work, ordering me to step aside while she played the future Mrs. Ford.

"Don't even think about stealing him, Wendy. You're just a fake," she sneered.

She thought she had won. But she didn't know that William had already seen the unique birthmark on my shoulder.

Later that night, as my sister planned her grand engagement, the terrifying CEO pinned me against his office door. His cold eyes melted into fiery obsession as his husky voice brushed my ear.

"How much longer are you going to let her play my girlfriend, my little runaway?"

Sophie Patterson. Don't you dare walk away from me." Logan's menacing stare bore at me. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore.

I sobered up quickly. "What, Logan? You're gonna tell me that you suddenly love me again? That you're here to sweep me off my feet? Please! I didn't need you all this time, and I don't need you now." He clenched his jaw, fisting his hands.

"Enough. Stop being so damn stubborn. You know I do. I love you. I never stopped loving you, Sophie. It was always you."

I left my hometown hoping to never see him again. I left with his baby still inside of me. Seven years after, and here I am again. Standing before him and a six-year-old wanting to know who his dad is, and asking me to marry him because everyone in his class but him and his best friend don't have a daddy. What am I supposed to do with all these feelings that are resurfacing? I'm realizing every day that I never got over him. I merely suppressed my feelings, and him telling me this now- in my face, just made things more complicated. This is book 2 of Loathing Logan.

The day Delia finds out she is finally pregnant, it should be the happiest day of her life. However, after going home to find her husband in bed with his secretary, Delia is determind to leave him and make a better life for her and her child, no matter the cost.

Warning: Mature Contents!


A deal with the devil, the only way she could save her ill sister.

Putting aside her feelings and dignity, Blue Rivers was forced to marry a stranger who was full of danger and secrets.

Nicholas Sanford, a rebellious mafia heir, who would go against every will of his father.

Gradually, the hate she feels towards her manipulative husband turned into love, leading to something deeper and complicated.

Love is timeless, but she only has 100 days to make him fall in love with her as part of the deal.

Would she succeed? Or would it only bring her to the hell of lust?

This is the story of Ethan and Kathleen.
Ethan, is really grumpy and moody all the time. He ignores people who care for him and he never tried to be in someone's good books. But Ethan had a special place in his heart for his friend, Robert. Robert was different to him. He would never let anyone come between him and Robert
Ethan falls for her so hard that kathleen has no idea about.
And Ethan had no idea that Robert love her so badly that it could break their friendship.

What happens between Ethan and Robert? Does Ethan continue loving kathleen or leave her for the sake of his friendship??
Kathleen will love whom???

Read to find out more........

Elise Hernandez is an introverted high school girl struggling to leave her past behind. Writing is the only way she knows to ease the pain she feels inside. She has built strong walls around herself, fearing attachment to the people she meets.

As a gift for her seventeenth birthday, her friends Arya and Zara convince her to join a music camp featuring the world’s most famous boy band. Will the camp make any difference in her life? And what will she risk if the only person who gives her hope turns out to be one of the reasons her nightmares return?

I made a deal with Declan Moss at prom and I told myself it was strategy.

He needed a girlfriend. I needed an ex-boyfriend to finally notice I had moved on. Clean terms, mutual exit. I was good at arrangements. I had been making myself useful to people who didn't deserve it for years.

What I was not prepared for was him. Not the version he performs... the armor, the silence, the carefully managed distance. The real one. The one who hands you an essay he never meant for anyone to read and watches your face while you do it. The one carrying a sick sister, two jobs, and a scholarship that stands between his family and a number too big to say out loud. The one who has been holding everything together so long he has forgotten that holding everything is not the same as being okay.

People are trying to destroy him. Quietly. Patiently. From the inside out.

And somewhere between session four and the worst week of his life, I stopped being the girl on his paperwork and became the person he called first.
The arrangement had rules. I had an exit strategy. I was supposed to walk away clean.

Then he said my name in a parking lot like it meant everything he hadn't found the words for yet. And I understood that I had not been performing for weeks.

I had just been... there. Fully. Without the contract.

The fake part ended a long time ago. I am the only one who knows that.

For now.

Fate works in the most unprecedented of ways. The one person you hope to love for all eternity ends up being destined to another, and then, you just sit there, watching them all giddy and happy in love.

And then, you wonder, what’s your role then in all of this? How many times can fate betray you before you realize you can’t trust it?

But Bronte’s love story wasn’t exactly meant to be that simple.

She has always loved Alexander, for as long as she can remember, even before growing into the awareness of destined mates. And Alpha Alexander loved her right back, in an almost too convenient way.

But on the night she is meant to be his mate and Luna, her entire world shifts. She comes in contact with the one thing she shouldn't have seen, and that marks her for death.
She should have died that night, but she didn’t.

Instead, she wakes up one week earlier, on the day of their engagement, reliving a life she already lived, knowing fully well that the week will end in her murder.

But something is different this time.

The man who watched her die, Alexander's younger brother, is still standing where he has always been. Right at the centre of her life, dangerous, quiet, and hiding truths that burn hotter than his desires.

And then, it begs the question, can fate be rewritten?

“I cut off his hands because he touched you. I gouged out his eyes because he looked at you. Do you want to keep playing games with me, Chloe?”

Eighteen years of being her father's heavily guarded mafia princess did nothing to prepare her for Christian Vaughn — a man who kills without hesitation, controls without mercy, and has just decided that she belongs to him.
She didn't choose him out of free will, signed his contract because the alternative was death at the hands of the Elites that wanted her gone.
Now she lives in his mansion, breathes the air he allows her, and plays the role of his devoted girlfriend while a target remains painted on her back and the bodies keep disappearing.
Christian doesn't love her. He doesn't love anything.
But he will burn the entire world down before he lets anyone else touch what is his.
And Chloe is beginning to realize that the most dangerous thing in her life isn't the killers hunting her.
It's the way she's slowly stopped being afraid of the one who already caught her.
Some monsters don't hide under your bed.
Some of them hand you a contract and tell you to sign.

"You either fuck him or you will no longer be a ballerina in my company."

The director’s words made me freeze for a moment. My throat went dry, my body numb. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. I trained my whole life for the stage, not to be someone’s prostitute.

"When?" I asked, tears already forming in my eyes.

"TONIGHT."

That one word shattered everything inside me. It wasn’t a request, it was an order.

After hearing about my peanut allergy, my boyfriend's newly crowned campus queen added peanut extract to my signature cocktail.

Just one sip in, and my skin immediately erupted in hives. My throat started to close up rapidly.

I stumbled toward my canvas tote, pulled out my life-saving EpiPen, and yanked off the cap.

But the next second, my blood ran cold.

The emergency EpiPen had been swapped out for a tube of lipstick by my boyfriend.

Seeing my face turn purple as I collapsed onto the floor, the campus queen suddenly burst into laughter:

"Surprise! I specifically told Julian to swap it out!"

"You are such a fake. Anaphylactic shock from a single sip?"

I desperately gripped my boyfriend's cuff, letting out strained, wheezing gasps like a broken bellows:

"Julian... if you don't give me the real one... I'm really going to die!"

He peeled my fingers off him one by one and swatted my hand away in disgust, frowning slightly:

"Do you really think you're some delicate princess? It's just a drink. Are you seriously doing this?"

"Madison is right. You're just a drama queen making a scene!"

I gave up pleading for him to understand. Instead, I pressed the custom fountain pen in my pocket, triggering my old-money family's highest-tier SOS signal.

“Agapi (Love)” purrs a voice, a rich velvety voice as hot breath hits against my ear, sending shivers down my core making me whimper.

“Words Principessa (Princess)” comes another soft yet firm smack to my ass.

“Please” I whimper. My need for them growing.

“Please what?” asks another.

“What is it that you want? Say it Neonata (Baby Girl)” commands the dominating voice in the group.

“Take me! I can’t bare it any longer” I cry. Tears threatening to fall from behind the blindfold.

“See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” asks one of the voices, as I suddenly hear the smirk behind it.


Isabella Moretti has always been a Princess. That is until her father seeks the help from four powerful men. Lucus, Grant, Alex and Tony are these men. Not only are they powerful but also leading men of the Mafia, each dominating in the office, streets, and bedroom. From wanting what they want to sharing just about everything.

Broke and endanger, Isabella has no choice but to marry not 1 but 4 of these powerful men, each offering pleasure in ways she could only dream of. But with 2 other families after her, can Isabella survive the madness? Or does acknowledging one’s deepest desires prove to be much, forever ruined by these notorious men?

She was once a top-tier assassin—until she was betrayed by her own people and left to die.

But when she opens her eyes again, she’s no longer who she used to be. She’s become an ordinary high school girl—plain, overlooked, and the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Overweight. Bottom of the class. Abused by her stepmother. Framed by her younger brother. Mocked by teachers and students alike. Maybe the original owner of this body could endure it all—but she couldn’t.

They call her ugly? She’ll shed the weight, sculpt her body, and stun everyone into silence.
They call her stupid? Elite university presidents will fight to recruit her.
Top hackers will beg to learn her secrets.
Global financial tycoons will compete for her partnership.

This time, all she wants… is a quiet, ordinary life.

Yet as her true identity is revealed piece by piece, she rises—effortlessly—back to the very top of the world.

The King’s voice sliced through the murmurs of the hall, sharp and commanding. “Who are you?” he demanded, his words leaving no room for hesitation.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Gerald’s voice rang louder, colder, cutting through the room like steel. “Your entertainment for the night,” he declared.
My husband of two years, my supposed protector had betrayed me. He branded my parents, warriors who had fought and bled for his pack, as traitors, leaving their bodies to rot on enemy soil. And now, on the night the Alpha King arrived, he paraded his Beta as his Luna while offering me to the King as nothing more than a plaything.
Cast out of my pack, humiliated, and alone, I soon discovered I carried the King’s child. In a world ruled by war and a King who clearly despised women, survival seemed impossible but I would have to find a way.

Our clan worships the Spider Goddess.
To keep this face, every girl in our bloodline must sacrifice a truly evil man every ten years.
Just two weeks before my twentieth birthday, my mom asked me again over the phone:
"Sweetie, is it really that hard to find a sufficiently bad guy in a place like Ashfield?"
Right now, I’m looking at my boyfriend, who just handcuffed me to a bed. He’s laughing, negotiating a price with a buyer, thinking I’m tonight’s merchandise.
I think to myself—
Mom, I can answer your question now. This guy’s wickedness easily rivals your husband's—my father.

Ariella Hayes was seventeen years old when she learned that grief had a taste.
It tasted like burnt sugar. Like the batch of croissants she’d left in the oven too long the morning after the funeral, too numb to hear the timer, too broken to care. Like the coffee, she drank black now because adding cream felt like a luxury she didn’t deserve. Grief tasted like everything and nothing.
Mostly nothing.
She was thinking about this at 4:47 a.m., lying in bed and staring at the water stain on her ceiling that resembled a reaching hand. She’d been awake since three. She was always awake from three, that gray hour when the world was silent enough to hear all the things she tried not to think about during the day.
Like how it was her fault.
How she should have been the one in the car.
How her mother hadn’t really looked at her in six months.
The timer screamed, and Ariella dragged herself out of bed, moving through the apartment like a ghost, past her mother’s bedroom door, down the narrow stairs to Hayes & Daughter Bakery. The name felt like a lie now. Her grandmother was gone. Ethan was gone. Soon the bakery would be gone too, and it would just be Ariella and her mother in an empty building, haunting the space where their family used to be.

She is about to embark on a life-altering journey as she enters a contract marriage with billionaire heir Aiden Frost, all in a bid to rescue her family’s struggling bakery. As they step into this pretend union, neither of them anticipates how their arrangement will evolve into a haven, where they might uncover feelings that challenge their initial intentions.

Clarissa Wang thought getting into her dream Ivy League university would be the best day of her life until she walked in on her boyfriend tangled in bed with another girl. Heartbroken and humiliated, she finds solace at her sister's appointment, only to find it already occupied by someone from her past, her enigmatic step-cousin, Damien.
Tall, brooding, and dangerously charming, Damien has just transferred from the U.S., carrying secrets and scars that run deep. The tension between them ignites instantly, fueled by forbidden memories and undeniable chemistry. But family ties and dark oaths make their attraction taboo.
As Clarissa tries to rebuild her life, she finds herself torn between the boy who betrayed her and the man she was never supposed to want. When a drugged drink, a bear assault, and a steamy night threaten to expose their secret, Clarissa's world spirals into chaos. And when Damien is framed for a murder he didn't commit, Clarissa must decide: walk away, or risk everything to prove his innocence.
Love, betrayal, and obsession collide in this steamy college romance where every kiss is a sin… and every secret could be deadly.
Forbidden never felt so right. But what happens when love becomes a crime

Warning ⚠️ ‼️ ⛔️ This book contains explicit graphic content, blue language and lustful desires | Can 100% make you come, tread with caution🤤💦| Bury yourself in it at your own detriment…or pleasure🥵😋🔞|


I was done suffering! Robin had promised herself. She wouldn’t let fate decide her happiness anymore, neither would her failed relationship.

Happiness was a foreign language for Robin Clay after the deaths of her sisters, the gruesome murder of her parents, and a devastating breakup with her serial cheating fiancée. She had to move past it all; the hurt, betrayal, pain, anguish, and loss.

At the brink of her turning point, she landed a coveted job at McCullen Confectionery, a multi-billion dollar company one could only dream of working for. She soon discovered her boss and CEO, Jack McCullen, was everything she had vowed to never get entangled with; matured, confident, magnetic, powerful, dangerously alluring, and captivatingly beautiful, falters her resolve and leaves her at his mercy.

Jack awakened every disastrous desire in her, one she was unprepared for and deeply ashamed of, especially when she was of the view that, he was committed to another woman.

Yet, what began as a professional interaction between them rapidly spiralled into a passionate, forbidden attraction marked by stolen moments, intense chemistry and a constant conflict between constraint, lust and her morals.

She was torn; suppressing her desires or surrendering to the passion Jack evoked in her—one that felt both intoxicating, sinful and destructive. Packed with a charged, erotic exploration of power; Love, Obsession, Torture explored the thin line between restraint and surrendering to a burning obsession.

A dragon’s fury. A werewolf’s redemption. A mate bond that could either heal… or destroy.
Ty Jackson vanished five years ago, betrayed and heartbroken. Now he’s back—deadlier, colder, and wielding the unmatched power of a dragon shifter. Hardened by elite training and driven by vengeance, Ty has no room for weakness... especially not for the ex who shattered him.
But destiny doesn’t care about the past.
Kai Stone, once Ty’s greatest love and deepest wound, is now a haunted Alpha. After years of torturous military training, brutal missions, and soul-crushing guilt, he’s no longer the cocky boy who let Ty slip through his fingers—he’s a warrior forged by pain, and desperate for one shot at redemption.
When Ty and Kai discover they're fated mates, their reunion sets off a storm of power, passion, and unresolved rage.
Can a dragon forgive the wolf who broke him?
Can a remorseful Alpha prove he’s worthy of the only soul he ever loved?
The battlefield awaits—not just for blood, but for hearts.
Enemies are rising. The past is hunting them. And this time, love might not be enough to save them.

Leo! Mia!"
I screamed their names, dropping to my knees on the cold hospital floor to pull them into my arms. My heart hammered against my ribs, terror finally giving way to relief.
"You scared me to death," I breathed, burying my face in their necks. "Never run off like that again."
"We just wanted ice cream, Mommy," Leo mumbled.
Then Mia tugged on my sleeve. "And the tall mister found us. He’s nice."
She paused, tilting her head as she looked up at the stranger standing above us. "But Mommy... why does he have Leo's eyes?"

Two years. That was how long Idalia Vance served as the eyes for her blind, billionaire husband, Thane Devereux.
She loved him through his darkness, calmed his rages, and was his "North Star." But the day his bandages came off, she was erased.
Betrayed by her own sister, Camilla, who stole her place and her credit, and framed by her mother, Idalia was divorced, and left for dead in a fiery car crash.
Thane Devereux never even saw her face.
Five years later, the weak, unwanted wife is dead.
In her place stands Dr. Lia Solene, a world-renowned heart surgeon with ice in her veins and a fortune of her own. She has returned to New York with one goal: to save the life of the woman who hated her most, but she didn’t come alone. She brought Leo and Mia, her brilliant four-year-old twins who possess the same piercing blue eyes as the father they have never met.

The billionaire is no longer blind, and when he sees the mole on the surgeon’s neck and the familiar eyes of her son, he realizes the ghost of his past isn't just haunting him... she’s holding a scalpel to his heart.

Amber lost her wolf because her mate rejected her when she was only 15. This brought humiliation, disgust, and emotional abuse by the other pack members, as they didn't know the whole story, but it broke Amber. With her family's support, she became strong and earned a place in the pack but couldn't change their perspective towards her being a wolf-less werewolf. Then, fate twisted her story and turned her world upside down when she found that the alpha king is her second-chance mate. He didn't reject her but didn't accept immediately. He took her away to the royal pack, and there, she got another shock of her life. Unlike her birth pack, every unmated high ranker was interested in her, including the Alpha King's younger brother. What's the game of fate for her? Not only does the Alpha King become possessive towards her, ready to mark her at any time, but also his younger brother shows his intention to take her as his mate. Why? They have no answer for that, but they soon find it out, and that leaves everyone stunned. What's the mystery? Why both brothers desire her possessively? What does fate want her to face?

I was six years old when Mom took my brother and me by the hand, leading us into a mansion that looked like a palace. She told us this was our new beginning, after all the hardships we'd been through. But no one warned me that this so-called better life would mean giving up everything I had.

My scholarships, my prom dress, even my Stanford acceptance letter—they all turned into bargaining chips just to keep my stepfather and his daughter Sienna happy. Then, the night before my wedding, they even asked my fiancé to "temporarily" give himself to her as well.

I've always been the one giving everything, pouring myself out until there's nothing left, yet I've never heard the words, "You're enough." If love means endless sacrifice, why am I never the one on the receiving end?

Maybe only when I vanish completely will they remember my name—for the first and last time.

At the bar, I watched Ethan get publicly dumped and made a crazy proposal fueled by liquid courage—a three-month fake dating contract.

I thought this was my only chance after twenty years of secret crushing. Until his ex showed me the text: "With Mia? Pretty convenient. She's been following me around since we were kids."

So I was just a tool.

The day we broke up, he shouted with red eyes: "I've been crazy about you for twenty years!" I thought he was acting, until his mom handed me a worn journal—

That careless comment I made at thirteen, "I'm never marrying Ethan," he'd remembered for twenty whole years.

Every page of that diary was filled with my name...

I was in the middle of an affair in the master bedroom when Gu Jingran and his secretary burst in and caught me red-handed.
A thunderous roar ripped through the room.
"Ruan Qinghe!"
I shoved the trembling young man off my body, lowered my eyes, and let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Well, well. My husband rolls up with his side piece to catch his lawfully wedded wife cheating? This has got to be the most unhinged thing I've ever seen in my life."
The secretary, Bai Weiwei, paled instantly, scrambling to defend herself. "Sister Qinghe, you've got this all wrong! Today is your seventh wedding anniversary with Mr. Gu, he only asked me to come help!"
"Whatever was between us ended ages ago! We're just friends now! Don't you dare project your own filthy behavior onto everyone else just because you're acting out!"
I gave her a cool, cursory glance, smiled and said nothing, before finally fixing my gaze on Gu Jingran.
He snapped like a rabid wild beast, slamming and smashing every last thing he'd painstakingly prepared to pieces.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" His voice was raw and hoarse, trembling with rage. "You're trying to get back at me?"
"I was just curious."
I lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"Curious about what cheating feels like. What kind of thrill, what kind of rush, could make you addicted to it over and over again."

I ripped out half my heart for him.

Literally.

Six years ago, Draco—the Black Dragon Lord—was dying on the battlefield, enemy claws buried in his chest. So I tore myself open and shoved half my witch's heart into his body to save his life.

After that, I lived with constant pain, my magic drained to nothing. I fought his wars, nearly died a dozen times, all while waiting for him to keep his promise—that he'd make me his queen after the coronation.

But on coronation day, Draco brought back the half-elf Ivy and told me to give up my crown.

Why? Ivy stayed with him in the Abyss for three years. And now she was pregnant with his child.

It destroyed me. So I drank the Oblivion Potion—the one thing that could strip away every ounce of love I had for him.

And in three days, I'm leaving for the polar regions to marry into the Silver Wolf Clan.

The very day she came back into her home country, she heard the most absurd news. "Your sister is getting married with Mr. Stephenson".
"What did you say?" She couldn't believe it. At the engagement party, she was shocked to see her sister getting engaged to her fiancé.
"Daniel, remember this, I dumped you! Did you hear that? I dumped you, not the other way round."
.....
Who could have guessed that after being betrayed by her fiancé and sister and being labelled as a home wrecker, someone would still want to marry her?
"Don't you want to get revenge on your fiancé for what he did?" Nathan Clemon asked Hilda.
"What has that got to do with you?" She snapped back.
"It has got everything to do with me. I am the only person who could help you achieve that whiles giving you the happiness that any woman would wish in this world."

Anna Green walks in on her boyfriend cheating, only to realize she's not the only witness. A mysterious man stands beside her, watching the same scene unfold. He leans in and murmurs, "Want revenge?"

That night, she loses a boyfriend and picks up a husband.

What begins as a deal between strangers soon turns into something far more complicated. She thought it was just about benefits. He gave her exclusive love.

Now, tangled in a marriage she never expected, Anna wonders who's really in control, especially when the man she married refuses to play by the rules.

When the world fell to monsters, Avery was just a girl with nothing but a name.

Now she's hunted by ancient Titans—creatures from myth that should never have been real—and saved by three deadly brothers bound in blood, magic, and secrets. Damien is cold and cruel, convinced she’s hiding something. Ezra is her reluctant protector, willing to defy his own blood for her. And Rowan… wears a muzzle for a reason.

They say she’s marked. Chosen. That the Titans want her for what she is, or what she’s becoming.

She says she just wants to go home.

But love in the ruins is dangerous, and Avery is about to learn:
you don’t survive the end of the world without breaking—or being claimed.

He's her arrogant boss. She's his biggest headache. Neither expected to become family, or to fall this hard.
Stella Blake has one goal in mind: rise through the corporate ranks, hit every target, and avoid falling for the insufferable CEO who seems determined to block her at every turn.
Rhysand King is cold, controlling, and relentless. He refuses to take no for an answer, especially not from the bold new executive who keeps challenging him in his own boardroom.
When a high-stakes merger forces them to work side by side, tensions run high. Then comes the real shock: their parents are getting married, making them soon-to-be stepsiblings.
What begins as a power struggle slowly turns into something much more dangerous. She doesn't like him. He doesn't trust her. But resisting each other proves impossible.
Office clashes lead to lingering touches. Family dinners are filled with lingering glances. And just when they think things can't get more complicated, the truth starts to unravel, and both their hearts are on the line.
Enemies. Stepsiblings. Lovers?
This irresistible grumpy boss, enemies-to-lovers romance is full of slow-burn chemistry, explosive tension, and a forbidden relationship that defies all the rules.
One bed. No boundaries. And no chance of walking away without consequences.

Alex Lee has spent three months watching Elias Reed from across library aisles and lecture halls, too terrified to speak. When the campus launches an anonymous Valentine’s letter program, Alex finally finds the courage to tell Elias everything he’s been feeling, one unsigned letter at a time.
Elias Reed is weeks away from graduation and convinced he’s better off alone. After a devastating breakup left him feeling like he was too much to love, he’s built walls nobody can climb. Until anonymous letters start arriving in his mailbox, letters that see him in ways nobody else does, letters that make him feel found.
As February unfolds in a blur of snow and roses and secret confessions, Alex and Elias build an intimacy through words that neither has found in person. They pass each other on campus, strangers separated by fear and time and the carefully constructed distance Alex maintains. But the closer they get on paper, the harder it becomes to hide in the safety of anonymous ink.
When Valentine’s Day forces Alex to choose between revealing himself and losing Elias forever, he discovers that the hardest part of love isn’t finding it. It’s being brave enough to let yourself be seen.
A story about the words we write when we’re too afraid to speak. About loving someone from a distance and learning that sometimes the person you’ve been searching for has been watching you all along.

Bryson POV
Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes.
He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met.
He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood.
But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way.
Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe.
I hate him.
I want him.
And I'm pretty sure he knows it.

Julian's POV
I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt.
Bryson Miller.
Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed.
I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good.
Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about.
I thought that was complicated enough.
Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..

Maya has been secretly in love with Liam Miller, her best friend Chloe's older brother, for years even though she knows he is five years older and completely off-limits. When Liam gives her his hoodie in the rain and tells her she is growing up dangerously fast, Maya's carefully hidden feelings begin to surface. On Liam's twenty-first birthday they are left alone and share a kiss that changes everything, but Liam pulls away saying Maya is too young and this cannot happen. Maya tries to move on by agreeing to attend Spring Formal with Noah, but Liam cannot handle watching her with someone else. When their forbidden relationship explodes into a public scandal, they face backlash and accusations that tear both families apart, Maya and Liam must decide if their love is worth the price or if some lines should never be crossed.

Isadora Bellini spent her entire life living in the shadow of her twin sister, Giulia—but nothing hurt more than the moment their childhood best friend and her fated mate, Capo Lorenzo, chose Giulia over her. Shattered and humiliated, Isadora disappeared from the Luna Nera Clan, carving out a quiet life among humans. Eight years later, she’s dragged back to the one place she promised never to return—for Giulia’s funeral. What begins as a painful farewell quickly spirals into a storm of secrets, guilt, and dangerously unresolved emotions.
Lorenzo isn’t the same confident Capo who once broke her heart—he’s grieving, broken, and searching for answers. But so is Isadora. As truths begin to unravel—about Giulia’s betrayal, Lorenzo’s rejection, and a past that refuses to stay buried—Isadora finds herself caught between the scars of yesterday and the pull of a bond she tried to erase.
In a world where fate is sealed by blood and moonlight, and love can be the sharpest weapon of all… will Isadora risk everything to uncover the truth, or let her pain write the ending for her?
When love feels like betrayal, how do you trust what your heart still wants?

I gave my virginity to a powerful stranger to spite my cheating fiancé, only to discover he's my new boss and my ex's billionaire godfather.
Joann
He fucked my blood sister, I fucked his dad. And now we're even. 
I usually condoned Steven's misdeeds and ignored his red flags—at least the one he made obvious. Because why not? Everyone has flaws, I could deal with it. But cheating on me?? And with my immediate sister? That was the last straw.
I got with a stranger that looked familiar, and in my defense, I was high. Finding out I slept with my ex boyfriend's dad, my head bumped. I was toast! Though it felt like a payback. I tried every possible best to avoid Mr Sanchez. Had sex, moved on, but I couldn't. I'm pregnant! And for a one night stand with my ex's dad. 
This Book is highly erotic. 18+

While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation

I'm an OB-GYN. On Valentine's Day, I pulled a ring out of a woman's vagina.

It turned out to be my husband's wedding ring.

An hour before, he'd texted me. Said he loved me. Said he was too busy with work to come home.

I wanted a divorce. Needed one. But then I found out—our marriage was never registered.

In his manor, I was nothing. Just a fake wife.

He grabbed me by the throat—right in front of his mistress. Called me "damaged goods." Said I'd spent a year in another man's house.

But that year, I went as a hostage in his place.

I ran. Made it to the cliff's edge, covered in blood. And the man who saved me? The mafia godfather who'd held me captive that whole year.

He looked at me. "Marry me."

I had a childhood arranged marriage with the Mu family. My unreliable dad just tossed me a New York address and told me to go inherit the company there.

They only broke the news to me after my plane touched down in New York: I could take over the family business only if I went through with the marriage.

I followed the address, only to be led winding through the streets by the men at the gate and taken to an abandoned construction site.

Along the way, the man guiding me feigned sympathy: “The Mu Group went bankrupt two years ago. They sold their house and company to pay off debts, yet still owe a fortune in loan sharks. Debt collectors hound him every day, and he always brings them here to talk. He works an office job by day and fights in underground boxing matches for cash by night—his life is nothing short of miserable.”

Hardly had he finished speaking when I heard the harsh clanging of steel pipes. A devastatingly handsome man was grappling with a dozen men, a steel pipe gripped in his hand.

His features were sharp, his jaw clenched tight. Blood trickled down his cheek from his temple, mixing with dust, carving out an air of broken ferocity about him.

Hell no—they’re picking on my future husband right in front of me?

The guide tried to say more, but I, a die-hard sucker for good looks, grabbed a steel bar beside me and charged straight in.

The brawlers froze for a split second at my sudden appearance, then plunged back into the fight.

Mu Qingye threw every punch with reckless brutality, and I, a multiple-time taekwondo champion, was no pushover either.

Once we’d chased the debt collectors off, I tossed the steel bar aside and watched Mu Qingye lean against the wall, gasping for breath.

His clothes were frayed and faded, and the bandage on his right leg was soaked through with blood, a glaring, vivid red.

He sat on the ground, lifted his eyelids to glance at me sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.

I stared at his outrageously handsome face, my heart racing wildly: “I’m Meng Shixia. Do you remember me? I—”

“I don’t know you.” He cut me off abruptly, staggered to his feet by leaning on the wall, and shot me another cold glance. “Stay out of my business.”

My sister and I both married the wrong men in our past lives. I was bound to an overbearing Lycan Duke, who saw me as nothing more than a vessel for his heir. I ultimately lost my life in childbirth. My sister wed a frivolous Fae Prince, hounded and tormented by his countless mistresses until she was driven to take her own life.
Reborn before our weddings, we bravely choose to swap our marriage contracts, determined to break free from our cruel fates. This time, we rewrite our stories and grasp the our happy lives .

I think I'm dead.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in an abandoned amusement park, and my body was sitting on that slowly turning carousel.

I was only ten years old. I don't know how I died.

Detective Sarah, the blonde officer, promised to find the truth. So I followed her, watching her peel away layer after layer of lies—

In my diary, I wrote down all my fears and all my waiting.

On the phone, Mom sent that video of me laughing.

In the autopsy report, evidence of long-term abuse filled every page.

Mom had been saving money for three years, saying she'd take me away. That afternoon she picked me up from school and said, "We're really leaving this time."

Then what happened? Why did I die at the amusement park? Why was Mom's first reaction after my death not to call the police, but to—

I thought Mom came to save me.

Until I saw the text message she sent...

Ten years loving Liam Rockefeller cost me everything.

He said the football team jumped him—so I charged in and took the punches. He sobbed that his stepbrother would destroy him at Yale—so I ripped up my acceptance letter. He held me at midnight whispering "I'm so lucky to have you"—and I thought that meant forever.

Three months later, I heard him laughing in the locker room—laughing about me.

"Iris is like a fucking puppy, so easy to fool. Now that the Yale spot's open, Emily can go with me."

The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces—just tools to control me while he fucked his side piece.

He thought I'd still stand in front of him even with a broken nose. He thought I'd never wise up.

I wised up.

In his stepbrother Sebastian's bed.

Six years of marriage, and I thought that if I tried hard enough, she would see me someday.
Yet she never gave me a hug, never called our son "sweetheart" once, and couldn't even stand him calling her "Mom."
She said I was calculating, that I was shameless.
I laughed. So, in her eyes, my love was a scam from the very beginning.
So, I signed the divorce papers and left town with our son.
I thought it was all over.
But then she said,
"I'm not leaving you."

While I bled to death locked in a storage room, my fiancé Adrian was holding my sister's hand, comforting her.

He hung up on my final call for help, leaving only a voicemail: "If anything happens to Lena, the engagement is off."

My sister once said her birthday wish had always been for me to disappear.

That night, her wish came true early.

But my soul never left.

I watched everyone gather around her, singing happy birthday.

As she blew out the candles, I whispered in her ear:

"Enjoy it while it lasts. This will be your last birthday."

Reunited, I became the “perfect wife” Julian had always dreamed of.
I didn’t ask where he was when he didn’t come home.
When his “one that got away” came to our door to provoke me, I greeted her with a polite smile.
I even caught them in the act, and instead of screaming, I thoughtfully closed the door for them.
The Elara who used to break down in hysterics over his infidelity was dead.

The woman standing here now was nothing more than a shell, existing solely for her daughter.
Finally, Julian began to panic. He knelt in the pouring rain, begging me to curse him, begging me to still love him—or even hate him.
But as I looked down at him, I didn’t just feel nothing. I felt sick.
"Julian, I don't hate you."
I just find every second spent with you utterly disgusting.