1253 Book(s) Related to miss marple by agatha christie

In my past life, my childhood friend—the star quarterback—threw away his Ivy League scholarship for some hood rat, even getting mixed up in drug deals. When I tried to pull him out of the gutter, I got shanked by gang members on a cold, rainy night.

Yet there he was at the police station, holding that trashy girl tight, telling the cops: "Emma had it coming. Always butting in, trying to run my life."

Second time around, I'm back to the day he begged me to cover for him with coach so he could take that girl to get an abortion.

I looked into his desperate eyes and gave him my sweetest smile, taking the fake sick note: "Don't worry, I've got you covered."

I died for you last time. Your turn now.

On my anniversary flight to New York, fate sat my cheating husband's mistress right beside me.

Alice spent the entire trip gushing about "her Daniel" while wearing the sapphire ring he'd called "too vulgar" for his wife—me.

"She's so pathetic," Alice laughed, describing how Daniel planned to dump his "clingy" spouse. "Good riddance!"

If only she knew his "pathetic" wife was the billionaire secretly bankrolling his success.

At JFK, Daniel threw money at my feet and told me to disappear.

I smiled, dialed my investment firm, and watched his face crumble.

"Hello, darling. Your sugar mama just quit."

At my boyfriend Liam's startup funding celebration, his best friend Mia showed up with a homemade cake.

I'm severely allergic to peanuts. The second I caught that smell, I said no.

Mia's face fell. Liam shot me a dark look and told me to eat it.

So I did.

The reaction hit within minutes—throat swelling shut, hives breaking out everywhere, couldn't breathe.

I reached for my EpiPen.

Mia got there first.

She grabbed it and started tossing it between her fingers like some party trick, showing off to everyone.

"Yo, check this out!"

The room went wild.

I grabbed Liam's arm, gasping for help. He jerked away, irritated.

"Stop being so dramatic. Mia had a sip of my drink and now you're gonna fake an allergy attack for attention?"

No one believed me.

No one helped.

My vision blurred. I found my phone between the cushions and sent one last text to my brother before everything went black.

They found my husband locked inside his mistress.

Not metaphorically. Literally locked—a medical phenomenon called vaginal spasm, triggered when their sports car crashed mid-affair on a mountain road. The doctors said separating them required a high-risk spinal injection. Without it, he'd lose everything below the waist. Possibly his life.

They needed my signature. The wife's consent.

I looked at the consent form. Then at my phone—47 missed calls from three nights ago, when our four-year-old son stopped breathing.

Adrian never picked up. He was too busy.

Now he was begging me to sign.

I wiped away my tears, picked up the pen.

Now it was his turn to die.

I was dead, and the whole world was celebrating for my sister.

For twenty-two years, I had been the hardest-working but most invisible daughter in the Sterling family, forever living in the shadow of my gymnastics prodigy sister.

Running a high fever, I begged my family to take me to the hospital, only to hear: "Don't you DARE ruin Bella's award ceremony!"

When I was tricked into the abandoned equipment room and used my last breath to call my boyfriend while lying in a pool of blood, all I heard was: "Grace, quit the drama! Bella's accepting her award on stage!"

On stage, thunderous applause erupted as Bella lifted the "Young Gymnast of the Year" trophy.

And I drew my final breath.

When they returned home triumphant, thinking I had run away in a tantrum, they had no idea I was already dead right under their noses.

My husband, Alessandro Vidi, is the most powerful mob boss in Chicago.

He once swore to me that he would protect our son Leo and me with his life.

Until that soccer game. His enemies attacked the field. To shield Leo, I took a bullet through my abdomen. But Leo still got hit three times and fell in a pool of blood.

Alessandro arrived, took down the attackers on the spot, and rushed us to his private hospital.

In the hospital room, the searing pain jolted me awake briefly. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I heard his conversation with his men.

"Boss, I thought we were only taking one kidney. Why did Leo have to—"

"Elena's wound isn't fatal. Just the abdomen." Alessandro's voice was ice-cold. "I've been raising Leo for seven years just for this. Now that Luca has his kidney, keeping him around would only be a problem for Luca."

"After all... Luca is my real son."

That moment, I understood—the shooting at the soccer field was never an enemy's revenge. It was murder he orchestrated himself. He traded my son's life for his mistress's child's life.

But he will never know—

Luca isn't even his flesh and blood.

A year ago, Selina collapsed into Kyle's arms, bloodied and sobbing, crying that Ella had pushed her down the stairs.

Kyle didn't even give Ella a chance to explain. He was fed up with her attitude—proud, possessive, never willing to back down. As the Alpha of the Black Wolf pack, he wanted a compliant wife, not some volatile woman who always picked fights with him.

In his rage, he signed those damned papers with his own hand, sending a tearful, pleading Ella to the notorious "Shifter Correction Facility"—a place that made people's blood run cold.

"When you learn to behave, you can come home," he had told her.

A year later, the facility called him to pick her up. He expected to see his wife return broken and sorry, begging for forgiveness.

But the Shifter Correction Facility doesn't teach people to behave.

They break them. Completely.

My son Leo died in the snow. Three rogue wolves tore him apart that winter night.

My Alpha mate Carl didn't hunt them down. Instead, he brought home Elena—his childhood sweetheart—and her five-year-old bastard.

"Leo died because you failed as Luna," he said, pushing the boy toward me. "You'll raise him as our heir."

I looked into those cold eyes, and something inside me died.

At the cliff, I severed our bond in front of the entire pack. Then I jumped.

That unbreakable Alpha? He shattered completely.

I'm dead.

Died that rainy night, desperate because I couldn't scrape together five thousand dollars to save my dog.

Liam laughed at me over the phone—my childhood friend told me to quit the sob story. His new girlfriend Sarah said I should get on my knees and beg if I wanted her to toss me some scraps. They had no idea every dollar I owed those loan sharks was to cover up Liam's hit-and-run.

My dog died. So I jumped into Black Lake.

It wasn't until they pulled my body from the water that Liam found the surveillance footage in that tin box and realized what a massive mistake he'd made. Then he snapped, dragging Sarah and everyone else who killed me down into the depths, one by one.

Too bad it was already too late.

My fiancé abandoned me at a suburban gas station. Sophia Rose—his precious first love—had a concert he couldn't miss.

Thugs found me there. Dragged me into an abandoned warehouse. Raped me. Injected me with poison.

When I begged him for help, he sneered: "You think I'd marry a used-up whore? Stay the hell away from me."

He had his arm around a glowing Sophia. They were married within weeks.

Alexander Kane saved me that night.

A mafia boss. He brought me back from death. Counseled me. Hired the top doctors in the country for experimental treatments.

Even when my body wouldn't fully heal, he vowed to keep me safe for life.

Being his wife for five years? Pure magic.

Then tonight happened.

I overheard him on a call in his study.

"So the gas station attack—that was your setup."

"Exactly. Sophia needed her fairy tale ending with her idol."

"Boss, if Evelyn ever learns you married her just to save Sophia..."

"She won't learn anything. Sophia's blood disease is killing her. Needs constant transfusions. I exhausted every Kane connection. Only Evelyn matches. Perfect blood type. Zero rejection rate."

"I'll repay this with everything I have. But Evelyn stays in the dark until Sophia recovers."

My rescue was just his scheme.

Then I'll make him pay.

Ten years ago, I sat in the witness stand and told the court my beloved Uncle Arthur was a monster.

My testimony sent him away for twenty years and made my father Robert a hero.

For a decade, I lived inside the perfect world my father built around me — safe and warm and suffocating. Then one afternoon, digging through boxes in the basement, I found Buster's old collar. My golden retriever. The dog I'd made myself forget.

The memory hit like a freight train.

The man in the dark had clamped his hand over my mouth, and I could smell him now — peppermint and cologne, thick and choking. I saw Buster lunge at him. Saw the man's boot connect with the dog's ribs.

But Uncle Arthur was deathly allergic to dogs. He couldn't get near Buster without his throat closing up.

If it wasn't Arthur that night — then who the hell was it?

Ryan Aldridge had one rule: he showed up for whoever needed him most.

The problem was, it was never me.

Throat swelling shut in the ER? He was unclogging Sloane Harrington's drain. Anniversary dinner? He left between courses because Sloane was "spiraling."

I forgave it every time. I was the cool girl. The understanding fiancée.

Then my studio caught fire, and a beam came down on my chest.

I lay there—bleeding, pinned, choking on smoke—and watched Ryan vault over me to carry out a woman with a sprained ankle.

"Jocelyn, come on. You can handle this. Look at her—she's shaking."

Something in me went still. Not broken. Finished.

I twisted off the ring with blood-slick fingers and let it disappear into the ash.

Then I disappeared too.

"Arthur, I want a divorce."

My husband was busy draping his suit jacket over Chloe's shoulders, his precious childhood sweetheart. He didn't even turn around, just let out a cold laugh.

"Oh, Evelyn. Playing the sick father card again? That trick's getting old." His voice was dismissive. "I moved your dad out of that private room to teach you a lesson. Maybe now you'll learn some manners around Chloe."

He was so certain I'd come crawling back like I had for three years, begging him to pay for Dad's treatment. So sure I'd be sobbing apologies by tomorrow morning.

What Arthur didn't know was that three hours ago, they'd wheeled my father's body into the cold hospital morgue.

And the divorce papers in my purse were already signed. I didn't need his money anymore.

"Give Lydia half your beast core blood—you owe our clan that much!"

Facing the man who wore my brother-in-law Arthur's face but carried my dead husband Carlisle's distinct scent, I didn't fight back. I let him drive the blade into my chest.

Three years married, and Carlisle died in the border beast surge. I'd tried to follow him in death so many times that grief had nearly bled me dry—only to catch him alive, faking his death so he could marry his precious sister-in-law under his brother's name.

To keep his cover, he stood by while his new woman degraded me, even forced me to sign a slave contract that stripped me of all dignity.

He thought I loved him too much to ever leave.

Until I drained every drop of blood that carried his mate bond and disappeared.

That's when this arrogant bastard finally lost it completely.

I found the thirteenth piece of evidence of Reid's affair today.

Black lace panties, shoved deep between his car seats.

The first time, it was designer lipstick in his glove box. "Oh, that's mine," my friend Mia shrugged. "Must've fallen out when Reid gave me a ride."

The sixth time, a hotel key card in his console. "I borrowed his car for a business trip," my brother Owen explained calmly. "Stop being so paranoid, Nadia."

Thirteen times. Thirteen perfect excuses.

When I confront Reid with the panties, he just makes a phone call.

On speaker, Mia and Owen claim the underwear is theirs—some late-night hookup in my fiancé's back seat. "You're being ridiculous, Nadia," they snap in unison. "You're getting married. Start acting like it. Trust him."

I watch Reid's face, that innocent mask he wears so well.

Then I smile.

Because I bought those panties myself. I planted them there.

And now I finally know who's been his accomplice all along.

"Olivia, get back here and apologize to Mia RIGHT NOW, or we're through!" My fiancé Arthur screamed into his phone in the ER hallway, his face twisted in disgust.

My parents fussed over their adopted daughter Mia's red eyes. All this drama over a scratch on her finger.

My phone lay shattered in blood at the abandoned chemical plant downtown, screen flickering weakly.

I was already dead. The kidnappers had snapped my limbs and set me on fire.

I hovered above them, watching them lose their minds over Mia's fake tears while cursing my name and wishing I'd disappear forever.

Three days later, when cops knocked on Sterling Manor's door with a charred engagement ring, they finally got what they wanted.

They left me to freeze to death in our basement freezer.

The night before prom, my foster sister Leila came crying that I'd burned her Ivy League recommendation letter. My birth parents didn't even listen to one word of explanation—they threw me into that frozen hell in forty-five below.

I beat on that door until my fingers were shredded, screamed until my throat tore apart, but all I could hear from upstairs was their laughter celebrating Leila. Even Justin—the boy I'd loved since we were kids—texted calling me a fucking psycho.

As I drew my last breath, I heard Leila's soft voice outside the door: "Rest in peace, sister."

Now I'm a ghost, watching them lose their minds when the truth comes out.

Ninety-nine times.

I was sent to the punishment chamber ninety-nine times by my mafia don fiancé.

Each time, he watched through bulletproof glass with cold, detached eyes—watching me being deprived of sleep, injected with drugs, tortured until I was barely clinging to life.

"Elara, you're paying for what you did to the Mancuso family."

For the sake of sweet, innocent Yvette—his precious savior—he personally destroyed everything I had.

After the ninety-ninth time, the doctor handed me a critical condition notice. I stopped begging, signed the confession, and vanished completely with my broken body.

The result? When the truth finally came to light, the ruthless don went completely insane.

"Grace, your trashy mom ruined Jessica's dress. Bitch deserved to die!"

Blake stepped on the bloody corpse, shoving me down to grovel at Jessica's feet.

The bastard forgot already? My mom sold our Texas ranch to make him rich! But once he hit it big, he let his secretary Jessica beat her to death like she was some street bum.

I looked at the body wearing that emerald ring, trying to tell him the truth, but he backhanded me hard.

Then the asshole ordered her thrown in the septic tank just to kiss up to Jessica.

I wiped blood from my mouth and laughed.

Idiot had no clue—that wasn't even my mother.

I died in New York on a cold November night, a piece of guardrail through my chest.

Choking on blood, I dialed my ex-fiancé Damien's number.

In the background, jazz played at the Waldorf Astoria. People cheered for Aria—the girl my parents raised in my place.

"Thea, are you SERIOUS right now?" Damien's voice dripped with disgust. "Faking your own death to ruin Aria's engagement? Jesus, Thea. Even for you, that's low."

My mother Diana grabbed the phone. Her voice was ice. "If you don't show up tonight, don't ever come back to the Sinclair house. Better yet—don't bother."

Then she hung up.

They didn't know this time I was really dying.

When my fiancé left me to burn alive to save his "fragile" white lotus, I thought my story was over.

But death had other plans.

Reborn with memories intact, I watched him make the same fatal choice—abandoning me in the flames for her. This time, I smiled and said, "Go save her."

Because this time, the most powerful Alpha in North America was coming for me.

Derek thought he was discarding a burden. He had no idea he was throwing away his only lifeline.

Now, as I stand beside Lucas in his billion-dollar empire, watching my ex grovel in the gutter, I have just one message: karma is a bitch, and so am I.

RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES.
“Strip for me” the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn’t fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch.
“I can smell your wetness omega” he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise “you are mine”
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Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not
Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate.
Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.

Amaya Gilbert thought winning a full ride to the hyper-elite King’s College was her ticket out of her toxic family's shadow. Instead, she walked straight into a golden cage ruled by the Marcello twins—the untouchable brothers who get everything they desire.

Alec Marcello: The arrogant, tattooed hockey star. To escape a forced marriage to Amaya's cruel sister, he forces Amaya into a public fake relationship. He wants to use her as his shield, and he doesn't care about the chaos he leaves behind.

Kai Marcello: Alec's brilliant, quiet, and lethal twin. He operates in the shadows, and he completely disapproves of his brother's game. His ultimatum? Fake date my brother in public, but be my real girlfriend in secret.

Now, Amaya is trapped in a scorching, high-stakes double deception:

By day: She belongs to the reckless hockey god who flaunts her to the world.

By night: She belongs to the dangerous bad boy who claims her in the dark.

My Alpha King was the perfect partner in everyone's eyes. He was handsome, gentle, and caring.

In that cold prison cell, I watched my pregnant best friend snuggle in my mate's arms. They confessed the truth. They had been fated mates since they were 18. I was nothing more than a pawn for power.

Now that I was useless, he beat me to death.

But the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance. I was reborn on my wedding day.

Looking at my mate's fake affection, I couldn't control myself. I slapped him hard across the face.

Reborn, I'm going to expose his true face to everyone!

What I didn't expect was this. While planning my revenge, his biggest rival would pin me against his office desk. "Sleep with me, and I'll help you get your revenge."

His hand slipped inside my underwear. "So wet already? Looks like your mate can't satisfy you at all."

"Thank you for saving me again,i whispered, ‘’but please can I see your face? Just this once,I want to know who's been protecting me."
The grip loosened slowly and the person removed the mask.
It was Minho….

"On the table!" he ordered, leaving me fear-stricken as I scurried and positioned myself the way he had instructed earlier.
Who was I to disobey the most callous Alpha King?
"You are mine now, doll." he bellowed calmly, yet dangerously, emphasizing on every word.
His voice sounded like the voices of many mighty men...authoritative, mysterious, deafening..like a thunder ready to strike.
My eyes travelled up to the Moon that hung up in the sky, communicating to it as if telling it to send me a saviour.
"There is no one coming to save you, Aurora. You are now my property. Your body, soul and spirit belongs to me. I am your master and your King. The sooner you accept your fate, the better.”


Aurora was supposed to be the Alpha's beloved daughter, but fate played a trick on her, making her serve as the pack's slave instead. Someone stole her life. Years went by, the truth got exposed, but when she was about to live her best life and assume her role in the pack, trouble rears its ugly head. Her pack was under attack.
Faced with two difficult choices, she would either offer herself as a peace offering to the most cruel Alpha King in exchange for protection for her loved ones, or watch everything she holds dear crumble before her eyes.
Desperate to save her loved ones, she offered herself to the king without thinking of the consequences. But the castle of the Alpha King is filled with shocking secrets.
What if plans change and she finds not one, not two, but three Alpha Kings ready to claim her? Would she agree to become their breeder? How long would she be able to resist their charms?

"Leonardo, what you're doing in this room with my husband and me on our wedding night?"
"Have you ever been with two men, Isabella?"
My head snapped to Leonardo so fast I heard a crack. "What?"
He sat there, looking calm and composed. "Where I come from, it's pretty normal. We share our women all the time."
After my husband cheated on me with his first love, my father forced me into a new marriage. My new husband turned out to be the man I had a one-night stand with the night my world came crashing down. But Alexander was different from the man I met that night. He was grumpy, didn't smile, and I think he hates me.
Then I met his father.
Leonardo Hayes with soft eyes, a seductive smile, and he was far too interested in me.
That night, everything changed.
They said I belong to them.
They say I was chosen for a reason.
The fine line between right and wrong was crossed multiple times. It was overlooked at first, but then everything started going wrong.
Tension starts to rise, and the truth begins to unfold. What do you think I should do when I found out that both men weren't humans? That they were something that should only exist in fairytales. And what do you think I should do when my ex-husband comes back on his knees, pleading that he wants me back?

"Stop this wedding! You're really going to stand here and marry her after what we've been doing behind her back?" Vanessa, Jason's co-worker, pushed forward from the crowd, her voice slicing through the stunned silence of the garden ceremony.
"I can't do this," Jason announced loudly, his words carrying across the stunned guests. "I won't marry you."
"I'll marry her."
Kimani thought she was finally stepping into her happily ever after after years of love and sacrifice. She believed she was marrying the man she had trusted with her whole heart. But at the altar, everything shatters when proof of his betrayal is exposed in front of everyone.
Instead of remorse, Jason humiliates her, turning love into blame and publicly abandoning her without hesitation. In a single moment, the wedding becomes a stage of disgrace, and Kimani is left standing alone under a storm of whispers, pity, and judgment.
Just when she is completely broken, a man steps forward from the crowd.
Alaric Walker. Billionaire. The untouchable head of the Walker empire.
A man who never involves himself in public scandals.
Yet in front of everyone, he claims her.
He declares he will marry her, turning shock into silence and rewriting her fate in a single breath.
What begins as a scandalous rescue shakes the entire city. A marriage born from betrayal becomes the subject of shock and speculation, with everyone certain it will collapse.
But Alaric does not treat her like a mistake. He protects her, stands by her, and slowly reveals a side of himself no one has ever seen.
And Kimani begins to realize this unexpected marriage may not be her downfall.
It may be the beginning of something far more dangerous than love.

Warning: Smut! Smut!! Smut!!! Rated 18. Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas contains possessive alpha behavior, forced proximity, age-gap romance, plus-size heroine, daddy-dom dynamics, jealousy, obsessive protectiveness, power imbalance, and holiday-season intimacy. Not suitable for readers under 18.
Dumped a week before Christmas, Annabelle "Belle" Evans forfeits her plan to spend Christmas with her narcissistic boyfriend in New York, and agrees to travel back home to Big Bear Lake with her perfect model sister and her nerdy brother-in-law. But a funny Christmas wish has other plans for her. When their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, Belle wanders off for help and finds herself cornered by a wolf in the snowy woods. Just when she thinks she's about to be torn to pieces, a massive stranger appears—tall, broad, and sinfully hot, his eyes glowing amber in the moonlight.
He saves her life—and claims her as his.
"You'll be safer here," Jaxon murmurs, his gaze cold yet magnetic. "The full moon rules these woods. You'll be free once it's over."
"When will that be?" Belle asks, heart racing.
"After Christmas," he replies, leaving her unable to look away.
In his secluded cabin, every glance, every touch ignites a fire she hadn't expected. He's possessive. Obsessed. Dangerous. He's everything she wished for when she jokingly wrote to Santa for a "hot werewolf boyfriend." And the way he looks at her curves, the way his presence overwhelms her, makes her question what's real and what's forbidden. Now she's trapped in his arms, a prisoner to his touch, his heat, his growl, and the wild, wicked love burning between them might just make this her best Christmas ever.

Both of them closed in on me at once.
Ezequiel gripped my waist, his rough voice burning against my neck, while Emmanuel pushed my legs open with a confidence that made my breath break.
Their hands, their mouths, their hungry breaths claimed every inch of my skin as if I already belonged to them.
—You’re ours, —one growled.
—All of you, —the other finished, their tongues meeting between my thighs.
My moan was swallowed by the vampire’s fangs as he caught my jaw and forced me to face him.
—You’re not escaping us, little Omega, —he promised.
—Tonight… the three of us devour you.

"Undo your trick," he then said, and now he was dead serious.

"What trick?" I asked him, and he got up.

He then picked up a knife. Did he save me just so he could kill me?

Wasn't leaving me for dead enough for him?

He left me to die in that forest after I freed him, and now this.

He then slowly cut his hand, and suddenly, I screamed in pain and looked at him.

Right where he cut his hand, on his left hand, I also had the same wound.

What the hell?

How is it that he cut himself, and yet I also have the same wound?

"This trick, you bonded us together, you stupid witch," he said, his face red with rage.

"No, I didn't, that doesn't make sense" I said, and his eyes started changing colour.

"Fix this now, or I will kill your entire coven. I didn't spend centuries looking for a way to be immortal just so a stupid witch could get me killed," he said, and I froze.

If we are bonded together, then since I am mortal, he is technically mortal as well.

If I die, then he dies as well; how did this even happen?

I didn't do anything; what the hell?

"You think five years of running could free you from me completely?"

The man's icy gray eyes locked onto mine as his fingers brushed the faded bite mark on my neck.

His mark.

The nightmare I had spent five years trying to forget.

Five years ago, I fled the Black Moon Pack with nothing but scars and secrets, disappearing from Alpha Bruce's world.

Now, five years later, I have returned to Silver Crown City as a photographer. I thought I could finish one project and leave unnoticed.

I was wrong.

Bruce was still powerful, dangerous, and every bit the Alpha who stood above everyone else.

Worse, I soon realized our reunion was no accident.

The high-paying assignment. The unexpected invitation. The carefully arranged seat at the gala...

“They begged for mercy,” he said coldly, his eyes distant. “But mercy died the day they killed her.”he snarled, his eyes cold as steel. “They killed the only woman I ever loved, and for that, you’ll suffer.”

Love died in him the day his lover was taken by a family of hunters. As the ruthless Alpha of the Bloodmoon Clan, he has spent years hunting the Crescent Hunters, the family of werewolf slayers who killed his lover. Revenge is his only purpose-until he discovers his fated mate is the daughter of those very hunters, his plan to annihilate them is turned upside down.

Will he use her to destroy her own family? Or will she be the one to melt the heart he thought he’d buried long ago? Can he kill the family that took everything from him, even if it means destroying the woman he's bound to protect?

“One more time, my little human.” He purrs into my ear, sucking on the crook of my neck, causing pleasure to shoot through my entire body.

His finger finds my clit, playing with the slick button.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Rain.” Propped up on a pillow and my hips held hostage in his grip, all I can do is hold on for the sweet torture he’s inflicting on me.

I swish my head from side to side as my orgasm approaches. He growls into my neck, I can feel his fangs elongate. He clings to me like he never wants to let me go, plunging his teeth into my skin.

What the fuck is he doing!


For all the advances humans have made they still suck at love and Morgan Cane isn’t any different. That doesn’t stop her for looking for companionship, that she finds in the most unexpected of places.

Rain Redwood is a werewolf slave trapped at the bottom of society, has never quite known just exactly who he is. He lives his life for his sister and now, for this little human that has wormed her way into his heart.

Neither of them understands the impact their coming together has not only on themselves, but on the world as they know it. With secrets waiting to be uncovered, bonds bound to be tested and peace on the line they must navigate treacherous waters to stay together, and who knows… maybe love is a choice, not a feeling.

Just imagine a woman with three hot boyfriends who want to f*k each other as much as they want to fuk her. Yup, that’s literally the book.... well, also with an obsessed stalker who wants her men gone so he would keep her for himself. -------- Expect: Steamy straight, gay, bi and every kind of sex, Messy threesomes and unapologetic foursomes, Voyeurism (because sometimes it’s hotter to just watch), and BDSM. ------ When Myla’s husband can’t give her what he used to after he got paralyzed in an accident—so he offers her something else instead: his two best friends, who also happen to be his old lovers. Now she’s tangled in a world of blindfolds, whispered orders, and three men who can’t stop touching her… or each other. But passion this dangerous comes with a cost. Especially when an obsessed stalker is willing to destroy everything to claim her for himself.

One wild night with a stranger. It was number one on Krystal Miranda's list to get laid before settling down in Clayland. Then, she thought she had left her one-night stand behind in the past but fate had other plans. As she struggled to settle down in Clayland, she unexpectedly comes face to face with the man she had a one-night stand with. Torn between avoiding him and confronting him, she discovered that he didn’t remember her or anything about that night. Will their unexpected reunion lead to a second chance at love? Or will she suffer a terrible heartbreak?

"I want to go back to London."
"No," he says simply, his voice low and commanding. "You're not going anywhere."
"Why not?"
"Because, unlike that worthless nephew of mine, I actually care about you."
Lyla Rose thought she had it all—love, power, a secure future. But a single medical report changes everything: she's infertile, and her ruthless husband, Vincent Ricci, discards her without hesitation.
He replaces her with another woman and locks Lyla away, believing he's done with her. But Carter Ricci, Vincent's cold and calculating uncle, rescues her. He offers protection, passion, and promises he's nothing like the man who destroyed her.
Yet Carter's care is suffocating. Locked doors, watching eyes, and a hunger that feels more like possession than love. When the truth about her infertility surfaces, Lyla realizes she may have traded one prison for another.
Caught between the husband who shattered her and the man who claimed her, Lyla must decide: can she ever be free when love itself has become a cage?

"The body was lying near the water fall on sharp stones. It was bloody, revealing traces of broken flesh under the clothes and it was a miracle that she was still alive after enduring everything.

She, the eldest princess of human world was married to the youngest Lycan prince so that the humans and Lycans/werewolves could live in peace but now she was dying alone unable to move her one finger.

But the physical pain was much less than the pain in her heart. She trusted him when he said he was going to protect her then why he let others to harm her.

Just so he could go back to his mate?

She tried to open her eyes but her eyes filled with blood. She was helplessly lying in her own pool of blood.

Suddenly, behind the red curtain she saw a shadow coming down the stones.

She coughed a mouthful of blood as someone approached her and glanced at her. He raised his sword while she tiredly closed her eyes ready to get free of all the pain she was experiencing but deep down she wanted him to come and save her.

Deep inside, she wished it was not her husband that tried to kill her.

But she knew the truth.

She was just an unwanted bride of the lycan prince."

Dawn Swan is an ambitious Omega and takes over her father's delivery service the moment he passes away.

She rescues a wealthy businessman from a fire accident and hence he rewards her with a scholarship at Venus Luna Academy.

Dawn was glad she was able to move from her cruel uncle's house into the dorm and planned to live a plain and regular lifestyle, but things got more interesting when she got entangled with the captivating Trio of the school.

Three popular hot guys that had their eyes on her began to bully and tease her but on her eighteenth birthday, they found out she was their mate and they were determined to keep her to themselves for as long as it takes……

But being with them, made Dawn to realize there was more to her life than she thought. Mysteries lurking and paths only she can unlock.

Betrayed by those she trusted the most, Amelia’s life shatters when her betrothed publicly humiliates and rejects her and chooses her stepsister instead. 
 
But fate had it worse for Amelia when a secret that led to her mother's mysterious death and the massacre of an entire pack of hybrids must stay hidden. 
 
Left for dead after a brutal attack, Amelia is saved by the powerful Alpha Kaiden of the Silvermoon pack. As she recovers, she discovers she's inherited her mother's extraordinary powers—abilities that make her both feared and desired in the werewolf world.
 
When a deadly illness strikes the very Alpha that had destroyed her life, Amelia finds herself back in her pack. Out for revenge and to uncover the truth, Amelia must decide to save the Alpha. 
 
With Alpha Kaiden by her side and her enemies lurking in every shadow, Amelia uncovers the web of lies that threatens to destroy everything she holds dear.
 
When love, trust, and family bonds are broken, can Amelia be able to stand the challenges that fate throws her way? 
 
Find out in the gripping twist ahead!!

Dawn Swan is an ambitious Omega and takes over her father's delivery service the moment he passes away.
She rescues a wealthy businessman from a fire accident and hence he rewards her with a scholarship at Venus Luna Academy.
Dawn was glad she was able to move from her cruel uncle's house into the dorm and planned to live a plain and regular lifestyle, but things got more interesting when she got entangled with the captivating Trio of the school.
Three popular hot guys that had their eyes on her began to bully and tease her but on her eighteenth birthday, they found out she was their mate and they were determined to keep her to themselves for as long as it takes……
But being with them, made Dawn to realize there was more to her life than she thought. Mysteries lurking and paths only she can unlock.

He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low.
"I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms. "You're soaking," he muttered.
"Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."I moaned, looking away, couldn’t help it, "Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly.
"Fuck," he groaned. "So tight. "He fucked me like he was claiming something.
"Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster.
"Damien," I cried out his name as I came. "That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly.
"One night," he said again, almost like a reminder... Weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school.
A massive portrait stared back at me.Damien Blackwood the Principal Benefactor and Owner of Columbia University. Same man who’d just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"

In the rain-slicked underworld of the North End, some secrets are meant to stay buried. Others are meant to be hunted.
Sloane Vance is the 4th Precinct’s best detective—sharp, cynical, and dangerously observant. When a routine stakeout at a coastal warehouse turns into a bloodbath, she finds herself staring into the eyes of a monster. But the man standing amidst the carnage isn't a common criminal. He is Fenris Volkov, the "Enforcer" of the city’s most brutal Syndicate, and a creature out of a dark, predatory myth.
Fenris’s orders were simple: Leave no witnesses. But the moment he catches Sloane’s scent, his inner wolf snaps its leash. For the first time in a century, the legendary Scent Lock is triggered. Instead of ending her life, Fenris abducts her, dragging her into a world of silver-laced glass, primal politics, and ancient blood-feuds.
Trapped in Fenris’s high-tech penthouse, Sloane becomes a "confiscation" of the Volkov line. As a detective, she tries to profile her captor. As a woman, she finds her body betraying her to the "current"—a magnetic, biological pull that demands she submit to the man who holds her key.
But Sloane is no ordinary human. She carries the dormant "Null" gene—a genetic anomaly that makes her the ultimate stabilizer for a Lycan on the edge of madness. As the city descends into a "Red Market" war and Fenris’s father, the Alpha Primus, demands her execution, Sloane must choose her side.
From the claustrophobia of a penthouse to the ritualistic fires of a Lycan coup, Sloane and Fenris forge a bond of blood and ash. To survive the Syndicate, the detective must become an accomplice, and the enforcer must become a king.
One scent to bind them. One crown to break them. One empire to burn it all down.

She was born under the moon, claimed by power, and torn between fate and choice.
Lyra Vale lives in a world where wolves rule the shadows and mafia kings wear tailored suits instead of crowns. As an assistant to the DeLuca family, she knows survival means loyalty, silence, and strength.
Kael DeLuca has been her protector since childhood. Her chosen mate. The man who stayed when everyone else left.
Riven Blackmoor is the Alpha King. Her fated mate. The man who rejected her once and returned to claim her when it was already too late.
Caught between two powerful wolves, Lyra is forced to navigate love that defies rules, morality, and tradition. When betrayal, loss, and bloodshed tear her world apart, she must decide who she is without the moon’s blessing and what kind of love she deserves.
This is not a story about perfect choices.
It is a story about love that survives darkness.
And the man she chooses when fate is no longer enough.

He sees. He snarls, triumphant and reverent. “Oh, this tight pussy. You gave me your virginity, Lyra.”
I nod, mouth parted, breath soughing. I feel owned, marked, impaled on the cock of the only wolf fate ever designed for me, and I burn with crazy pride. He pulls back, tunnel glistening with my innocence, then sinks again, deeper than physics should allow. My walls grip, flutter, try to memorize his shape.