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"You are so daring; do you know that? What will I do with you?" He asked, gazing into her sparkling, beautiful eyes.

"Permit me to love you, Andy. That's all I want." She answered with so much boldness and honesty that it almost made his stone heart melt.

But who could ever melt his stone heart?

A billionaire who gave up on love even before experiencing it because all that life threw at him were nothing but rejections since birth. Nobody wanted him, and she was a poor and naive girl with family problems weighing her down. She has never been in love, and love is not on her list of priorities.

Two extremely different people were brought together by unavoidable circumstances, or perhaps fate. Call it whatever you want.
When their worlds collide, their goals get compromised by their undeniable burning desires for each other, and this fire melts down their fears, worries, and beliefs in a blink of an eye.

An insecure single father and a naive maid are swimming in the ocean of an unnamed fire that promises to consume them both if they tend to rebel against its power. Call it lust. Call it addiction. Call it obsession. Give it the tag you see as best fitting. But truth be told, theirs is a milestone of a complicated, challenging, but prodigious heart-stirring romance journey like no other.

Victor Jason Thompson, the last of the three boys in the Thompson family, an award-winning actor, and an Italian billionaire, has everything money could buy, but he never had love.
Valerie Williams, an orphan with no place to call home and no one to show her love, suddenly finds herself thrust face-to-face with the Italian billionaire. Will true love prevail? Is their love strong enough to overcome external pressure? Let's read the book and find out.

My hot biker, my saving grace.


My life is nothing short of a modern-day Cinderella story. All that changes because of one single person. Little did I know the quiet Biker who took pity on me and took me to school was the one and only Billionaire Jake Woods, whom every single woman on Ryedale had the hots for—a man that no one had ever seen.

He brought love, happiness, and laughter into my life. My stepmother and step-sister couldn't afford to let me have freedom, so they did everything they could to make my father hate me. I survived the beatings and the constant lack of freedom. Jake was my saving grace, but that happiness would be ripped away from me.

He was the first man I've ever allowed to touch me, my first love and the only one I'd ever want. When Renee and Alexis Discovered the identity of the man who stood by me , I couldn't foresee their plans that would tear us apart, leaving us both in agony and heartache.

"To tempt me," he growls, his eyes smoldering with desire.

I tilt his head down, rising up on my toes and pressing my lips to his. The moment our lips meet, I feel a jolt of pleasure shoots through me. He responds with equal urgency, his tongue sliding between my lips and exploring my mouth. I can feel the hunger and need building inside me, the unbearable attraction between us almost too much to bear.

His hand slides down my back and grips my hip, pulling me even closer to him. I can feel the hardness of his body pressed against mine, and it only fuels my desire. My hands roam over his chest, feeling the heat emanating from his body.

One hot summer night, Nick Greyfoot gives in to temptation and kisses the beautiful Julia Ashes. But she weds his twin brother, the Alpha of Greystorm, and Nick's passion for her is left to smoke in the shadows. Tragedy strikes when Nick's brother dies on a trip, and Nick must pretend to be the Alpha of Greystorm until Julia delivers her baby.

When Julia's husband returns, she finds him changed: bolder, more daring, and more wicked. Nick's embers of desire for Julia are quickly rekindled, but he must keep their mate bond a secret to avoid breaking werewolf law. If Julia discovers the truth, she will despise him, and he cannot marry his brother's widow. Yet he must risk everything and reveal his secrets if he is to truly have it all.

Their love is forbidden, but the pull between them is undeniable. As Nick fights for his chance to be with Julia, they must navigate a dangerous path, facing werewolf law and their own emotions. Will they find a way to be together, or will their love be lost forever?

“I don't know how much you have suffered in the past but all I can say for sure is that I want to give you all the happiness in the world.”

Aurora Wilson had been focusing on being a strong businesswoman since she was thrown out of her husband’s house for infertility two years ago. She had managed to stay away from men, until one day an arrogant billionaire made a sudden appearance in her life.

Nicholas Moretti was a top business entrepreneur who had everything in his hands and different women in his arms. Yet suddenly, his heart started to feel a magnetic pull towards a certain woman with a fiery attitude.

A billionaire who gave up on love even before experiencing it, because all that life threw at him were nothing but rejections since birth. Nobody wanted him - and she, a poor and naive girl with family problems weighing her down. She has never been in love, and love is not on her list of priorities. Two extremely different people brought together by unavoidable circumstances, or Perhaps, fate. Call it whatever you want.
When their worlds collide, their goals get compromised by their undeniable burning desires for each other, and this fire melts down their fears, worries, and beliefs in the blink of an eye.
An insecure single father - billionaire, and a naive maid, swimming in the ocean of an unnamed fire that promises to consume them both if they tend to rebel against its power. Call it lust. Call it addiction. Call it obsession. Give it the tag you see as best fit. But truth is, theirs is a milestone of a complicated, challenging, but prodigious heart-stirring romance journey like no other.

"She lied once. He showed up twice. Now she cannot make him leave."

Zoe Lark has one rule. Stay invisible. Do not attract attention. Do not give Sienna Holt a reason to make her life worse than it already is.
She breaks that rule in one sentence.
Cornered at a party she never wanted to attend, Zoe blurts out that she has a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend. A vampire boyfriend. Tall. Dark-haired. The kind of face that stops traffic. Eyes like winter. Always dressed like he owns every room he has not walked into yet.
She makes him up on the spot.
By midnight, he is standing at her door.
Caden Voss is not a story. He is not a rumor. He is exactly what she described and a hundred times more dangerous. And for reasons he will not fully explain, he agrees to play the role she invented.
What starts as a deal becomes something neither of them planned for. Caden does not do anything halfway. When boys get too close, he steps in. When the whole campus thinks Zoe Lark finally has someone in her corner, he makes them believe every single word.
The problem is, so does he.
Because Caden is not just acting like a boyfriend. He is marking her as his in a way that goes much deeper than pretending. And when the real dangers of his world come looking for Zoe, the line between performance and truth disappears completely.
She lied to survive one night. He showed up to end three centuries of waiting. Now they are both in serious trouble.

A year ago, Sophia was recalled from overseas medical school. Her father announced she must marry Ethan Sullivan, head of the Sullivan crime family, to save their bankruptcy.

Ethan Sullivan—uncrowned king of New York's underworld, cold-blooded killer. Complete opposite of her life-saving profession.

She fought desperately—humiliated him at their engagement, sabotaged business meetings, even escaped at midnight. Ethan never got angry, just quietly cleaned up, growing more gentle and devoted.

Until rival families shot at them. He shielded her with his body, blood soaking his white shirt, still comforting her: "It's okay. I'm here."

Sophia fell completely.

"I'll marry you," she told him in his hospital bed, "but tell me—do you really love me?"

Ethan nodded without hesitation: "I love you. You're the first and only one."

After marriage, Sophia enjoyed sweet life as a mafia wife. Until she learned Ethan's "sister" Isabella had leukemia. When her bone marrow matched, she donated without hesitation, thinking this proved their love.

Until tonight's party. A drunk lieutenant asked: "Boss, what's your biggest regret in life?"

Ethan was silent for a long moment: "Giving up the woman I loved."

On his deathbed, my husband Marcus confessed he'd swapped our baby with his mistress Chloe's seventeen years ago. Staring at his tearful, repentant face, I barely held back a laugh—I'd uncovered this secret sixteen years prior. I'd quietly swapped my real daughter back, sending his bastard to her cruel biological mother. Seventeen years of patience wasn't weakness, but waiting for the perfect moment. Now he's dying, Chloe's panicking, and my half-lifetime revenge? It's only just starting…

Brought back to the Sterling family, I became a living blood bag just to cure my younger sister's "terminal" illness.

On the night of her eighteenth coming-of-age gala, I tugged at my biological mother's hem, begging. "Mom, can we skip the blood extraction just for tonight? I just want to stand in the corner, celebrate our birthday with you all, and watch the cake being cut."

"Your sister is still suffering in agony, and all you care about is cutting a cake?"

My mother ordered my oldest brother to lock me in the attic using a heavy silver chain.

When the fire broke out, severely weakened by blood loss and paralyzed by the toxic silver, I was burned alive.

Drifting downstairs as a phantom, I overheard my mother scoffing to my brother. "Elena's blood condition was cured three years ago. We kept draining her just to teach her a lesson. Did she really think she could use the title of 'biological daughter' to steal Elena's place? This is the price she pays for daring to threaten Elena's status."

The truth was, my adopted sister's illness had healed long ago. All my living hell was nothing but a brutal, calculated punishment.

I was Alessandro Romano's wife in name only—the mafia godfather of Belluno City.
We had the most extravagant wedding this city had ever seen: three thousand guests, flowers lining every street. Everything except a legal marriage certificate.
Over three years, he promised to sign the papers twenty-two times. He canceled every single one.
He would buy two identical necklaces, hanging one around my neck and the other around his mistress's, trading a night spent comforting her for a dismissive apology to me.
After the twenty-one broken promise, I stopped waiting.
I packed my bags and left for the one city he vowed never to enter.
What I didn't know: after I left, the man who ruled the underworld completely lost control.

I died the night I refused to postpone the engagement party.

The morning after my death, my parents were still having breakfast with my sister Blair, excitedly planning her award ceremony.

Before I died, the only person who answered my desperate call was my mother. I was being chased by kidnappers at the time, and I begged her to save me, telling her I was dying. But she said, "Stop being so dramatic! You're just trying to get our attention. If you want to die so badly, then go ahead and die."

That was my last call for help before the line went dead, and then I was struck by a car.

I lay on that dark road, bleeding profusely. They thought I was just sulking, hiding away to get attention. They thought if they ignored me, I would come back and apologize to them.

They didn't know I was already dead.

When that dealer tortured me, my dad, a narcotics cop, and my mom, the city’s chief medical examiner, were busy celebrating my sister’s win in the volleyball semifinals. To get back at my dad for destroying his drug network three years earlier, that man cut my throat. Right before I died, I called my dad. Before I hung up, he said, “Cut it out. Serena’s game is what mattered most right now.”

One month until the SAT.
Staring at my phone screen—at the pulsing number on "Oracle," the mandatory score prediction app that Elite Prep forced every student to install—I couldn't help but think it was all a joke.
In my previous life, every time I finished a practice test, this garbage system would automatically dock twenty points from my predicted score.
But skip class for a day? The number would mysteriously jump up twenty points.
Back then, I actually believed in this bullshit algorithm. I completely gave up for an entire month, watching that predicted score skyrocket all the way to 1550.
But when I finally logged into College Board to check my real results, I'd scored a pathetic 400.
And that brilliant 1550? It appeared on my stepsister Dahlia's score report instead.
Disgusted that I'd embarrassed the Wright family, my father Harold froze my credit card without a second thought and threw me out of the family estate, clearing the path for Dahlia to claim Grandpa's ten-million-dollar trust fund all for herself.
That night, homeless on the streets, I was cornered by some thugs in a filthy Brooklyn alley and beaten to death.
Lying in a pool of my own blood, fading fast, I heard Dahlia's voice.
"Your GPA's been crushing mine since we were kids. I thought you, the so-called 'Straight-A student,' were supposed to be so smart."
She stood over me, mocking. "Turns out you got played by a prediction app. Pathetic."
That's when it finally clicked. My Oracle prediction system had been completely rigged from the source code—by Dahlia.
I shot up in bed, gasping, my shirt soaked through with sweat. I'd actually gone back in time—one month before the test.
Right now, the Oracle widget glowed eerily on my phone's home screen, displaying a single number: 1350.

In the prestigious halls of Emerald Crest Academy, Eros Belmonte is known as the "Ice Prince." Ever since a tragic accident claimed the lives of his mother and sister, he has closed himself off from the world, wearing his emotional detachment like an armor. His cold demeanor instills fear in his schoolmates, who keep their distance, leaving him isolated in his grief.

Everything changes when he meets Athena, an orphan and the unwanted adopted daughter of the Sanderson family. Like Eros, she has lost her mother and sister, and their shared pain creates an instant connection.

As Eros begins to thaw under Athena's warmth, their bond faces numerous challenges. Athena's troubled life and his own emotional struggles threaten to pull them apart. Together, they must face their pasts and decide if they can help each other heal.

He stood infront of me, held my face between his hands and stared down at me.

I waited, once again, I did.

For what?

This time I didnt know.

But the moment he spoke, I knew, the wait was over.

" you waited. " he said.

I gasped.

" you waited." He breathed.


This is a story of a wife who waited for her husband.

For him to listen, hear, see and love her.

In a world where female werewolves are prizes to be hunted, one Alpha's daughter refuses to be caught.

Eighteen-year-old Lena Blackwood has always been different—preferring books to forests, independence to tradition. Now, as the annual werewolf hunting party approaches, she faces the barbaric ritual that haunts every unmated female: becoming prey for males eager to claim her with their bite.

As the daughter of a powerful Alpha, Lena is the ultimate trophy. One mark on her neck could force her into a lifetime of submission to a stranger, tearing her away from everything she's ever known. With no say in who becomes her mate, Lena must risk everything to maintain control over her own destiny.

But when the mysterious and feared Kieran Stone—the youngest Alpha in generations with a reputation for brutality—makes a surprise appearance at the hunting party, the stakes become deadlier than ever. Caught between ancient werewolf traditions and her desperate fight for freedom, Lena discovers unexpected allies and enemies lurking in the shadows.

In a society where females are expected to submit and males are entitled to claim, Lena must find the strength to rewrite the rules—or become another victim of a tradition soaked in blood.

Some traditions aren't meant to be followed. Some bonds can't be broken. And some hunts turn the prey into the predator.

“Are you sure you want me to paint on something else other than the canvas? I asked, my eyes still on him as I slid my hand under his shirt, my fingers grazing the warm skin of his back as I dragged him closer by the waist.
“Well,” he whispered, “I don’t mind being your canvas.” He smirked wickedly. “Give it your best shot, Mr. Flame and Fleur. Turn me into a masterpiece.”

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When Hollywood’s golden boy falls for the one man he’s not allowed to want, hiding becomes more dangerous than being seen. Aiden Vale has everything fame, fortune, and millions who worships him.

But behind close doors, his perfect life belongs to one man, Jamie, his assistant. The quiet shadow who manages his schedules, knows his weakness, and the only one who can bring him to his knees. To the public, Jamie is invisible, to Aiden, he’s a temptation he can’t afford.

Their love is forbidden, dangerous, and addictive. Every stolen touch risks exposure, every night together could end Aiden’s career and destroy the life they’ve built in silence. But hiding is its own kind of prison, and Jamie is tired of living in the dark.

As paparazzi lenses start catching more than they should and old enemies resurface with revenge on their minds, the line between secrecy and survival begins to blur.

Loving Aiden could ruin them both, and Jamie might be the one holding the match.

Spicy. Steamy. Addictive. Heart breaking.

💔 Forbidden Love
👨‍❤️‍👨 Celebrity × Assistant
😶‍🌫️ Hidden Relationship
❤️‍🩹Betrayal/Comfort
🔌Power Play (BDSM Undertones)
💫Public vs. Private Persona
💢Angst + Possession + Obsession
⛓️ MXM / BXB Dark Romance
🔞18+

The night before her wedding, Eva caught her fiancé in another woman's bed.
So she stumbled into the arms of a stranger to numb the pain.
It'll just be one night, no names and definitely no strings attached. She'd never see him again.

But, she was so wrong.

Now Eva's daughter is sick, her ex is fighting for custody, and the only man who can help is the one she swore to forget.

Dante De Luca. New York's most feared businessman, her ex-fiancé's brother. And the stranger who's not letting her walk away twice.

Loving my boyfriend's best friend was one of the greatest feelings I had always wanted to get rid of. Harry never looked at me the way Shawn did but as a sister and a friend. So I decided to stick to that but every time I look at him, I'm unable to control these feelings I have for him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings for him but honestly he was the first boy I would ever loved. Shawn was second. I thought Harry leaving for England will help matters but now he's back and I know the worst is bound to happen.

Olive Navarro is just an ordinary nurse with a kind heart and tired eyes—until one bloody night changes everything. When a dying stranger is rushed into her care, Olive saves his life without knowing who he really is. That man is Leonardo Vescari—the feared and powerful Mafia King whose name makes cities tremble.
Fate ties them together in blood and silence. Leonardo cannot forget the woman who saved him, and Olive cannot forget the man whose eyes held both danger and pain. Their worlds collide—hers built on healing, his built on fear. Against every warning, love grows between them.
When Leonardo asks Olive to marry him, she steps into a life of shadows, guards, and enemies who would kill her just to hurt him. While the world whispers that she is only using his power, Olive fights for her own dream—to become a doctor, not a trophy. Through sleepless nights, gunfire, betrayals, and loss, she studies, struggles, and rises.
As Olive climbs toward her dream and earns a place in a prestigious hospital, rumors follow her like poison: that she used a Mafia King to buy her future. But only she knows the truth—every step she takes is paid in fear, sacrifice, and love.
Their story is not just about crime and power—it is about a nurse who chose courage, a Mafia King who chose love, and two broken worlds trying to become whole together.

Earth was dying. They deemed it unsavable, so they sent Nasia on her very first mission to retrieve every species DNA on the planet. Only she was ordered to leave the humans behind.
With no emotions of her own she never understood the humans so called feelings over the decades it takes her to gather all the samples.
Until she meets a boy named Ry. A boy who shows her a side no other human ever has before. A boy she was willing to risk everything to save.

The High Fae were facing extinction, their bloodlines withering away.

Valerius, the Prince of the Shadow Realm, was a terrifying force of nature—ruthless and utterly cold.

I am Ella, a mere human who accidentally fell into a Shadow Rift, a mortal girl with nothing but survival on my mind.

Left with no other choice, I snuck into this shadow prince's bed in the dead of night.

On the day he pierced my chest to take my heart-blood to save the Witch Princess, I faked my death and ran away—carrying his half-Fae babies in my belly.

Years later, I was busy preening the starry wings of my seven little miracles.

He found me, dropping to his knees, as pathetic and desperate as an abandoned hound.

"Ella... do you really not want me anymore?"

When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him.

He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed.

Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man.

She asked, "is it you, baby?"

He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard.


She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister.

She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs.

His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence.

Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden.

But will he ever witness her love?

Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him?

Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled?

If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.

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?

"Alpha!" She nosed at his jawline, more than aware that his hand's sneaking up her side.
"I need you to fuck me, need your knot..." His hand was so rough, so large, and how it ran over her skin made the omega throb everywhere.
"Nobody's ever touched you like this, omega? You're so sensitive."
"No, they tried...but I didn't...let them." She whimpered, lolling her head back as his fingers met her bare skin.
"Why not, baby? Why am I allowed to touch you like this?"
"Because you're my Alpha."


There are two rules that the people of this world have known for all their life; first, whomever and whatever enters other packs territory was theirs now; permanently. And second, unmated-omegas should never venture out into the forests alone, no matter how desperate one is. Ava is an omega who manages to break both of the rules when she finds herself in the territory of Bruno brothers-the most dangerous pack among werewolves.

Zach, Ares and Dante Bruno are pure breeds Alphas and leaders of a very influential pack, the biggest one with riches beyond measure. The Bruno brothers have everything they need except their soulmate, until one day when an unknown omega stumbles into their territory, and it's all uphill from there. The question is, how will the brothers behave with the new omega on their territory? Will they show her mercy? Or have something much more planned for the omega?

Please note: The story contains dark and mature themes such as violence, threesome and sex.

All rights reserved San 2045 2021.

It took me five years after my son was born to finally realize the truth—he never loved us.
To end this painful marriage, I decided to take my son and leave. But fate played a cruel trick on us. During a rogue attack, I lost my wolf spirit, and my son lost an eye.
Just as I was drowning in despair, my usually cold and distant husband knelt before everyone, begging for forgiveness and swearing he’d be our rock for life.
So, my son and I gave him a chance—a 100-day trial.
If he proved himself, we’d stay.
But on the 99th day... fate shattered everything again.

Savannah thought marriage would bring her love, but it only gave her pain. On the night of her anniversary, her husband handed her divorce papers and chose his mistress instead. Left with nothing, Savannah ran away carrying a secret — a baby growing inside her.

Alone, broke, and hunted, she tried to survive in a strange city. Just when her strength failed, a powerful stranger saved her life and rushed her to the best hospital in town. She never knew his face before, but fate was not done with her.

Now Savannah must fight for her baby, hide from the man who betrayed her, and guard her heart against the stranger who shows her the love she never had. But can she really trust him… or will history repeat itself?

On my first day back in the country after studying abroad, my mother sent me to my fiancé’s company. I was to work low-profile as a secretary, just to slowly cultivate our relationship.
The moment I stepped into the office, a domineering woman started ordering me around, demanding I fetch her coffee.
I endured it.
That was until she deliberately spilled the coffee all over me. Only then did I realize that this woman—running amok in my fiancé’s company and treated like a queen by everyone—was his mistress.

Being married to Jamie felt like loving a statue-- perfect to look at,impossible to reach.
Alexandria Grayson had everything she once dreamt of,wealth, statue , a husband the world admired,But behind closed doors,her marriage was nothing more than silence, distance and humiliation. Jamie never touched her heart,nor did he return her love....eventually, she stopped, waiting and hoping for a change,she knew he would never return the love she had for him.
Choosing herself for the first time,Alexandria decides to walk away from the cold, loveless marriage--only to discover she was pregnant.

The revelation shatters everything

When Jamie finds out,his reaction is brutal,He accuses her of betrayal, convinced tye child isn't his,more concerned about his reputation than her pain.But the truth comes out--and with it unfolds a side of Jamie that is never seen by Alexandria. Regretful. Intense. Determined.

He wants her back, but it was to late.

While Jamie was beginning to fight for their marriage, Alexandria is already slipping right out of it. His attempts to win her over now feels transactional-- like he only wanted her now for the child.

Alexandria who now refuses be chosen out of obligation.

What follows is no longer a quiet--where love, pride,and power collide

Princess Poppy never thought there would be an end to the war between her kingdom and that of the Dark Elves. That is until a proposition is made for her to marry the dark prince. Forced with the choice to save her people or herself, she picks the lives of the people in her home. The problem is Prince Erik isn't as accepting of the arranged marriage as she is. In fact, he wants to do everything he can to ruin the deal.

Will they put their differences aside to save their people?

Or will Poppy have to put Erik in his place by showing him what kind of woman she really is?

Loving the Prince of Darkness is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"I said so how did you like being sheriff?"

She teased him a little bit sliding shorts down leaving nothing but her white cotton high rise panties.

She slid them down just enough to let her pussy poke through. A growl pushed from his chest, "Damn it little bear" She kicked her panties catching them in her hands. She tossed them right at his face as she walked off.

"I’m just treating you innocently like any of one my girl friends."

Faith-Anne had ran to college, to get away from Josh and the death of her mother. She was focused on anything but paying attention to the childhood crush that consumed her. she tries to respect his plea to just be friends and focus on raising her baby Jack. Yet seeing him just once set her heart a flame. She couldn't stop herself.

In my third year at the Eden Center, I forgot how to play guitar, forgot the rhythm of rock and roll, and forgot the name Melody.
They used twelve thousand electric shocks and seven hundred hours of sleep deprivation to scrub my name down to Number 2963.
Now, I'm their perfect instrument. No preferences, no pain, only commands.
My parents finally got the perfect daughter they'd always dreamed of—until the day they ordered me to die.

Fiona Harper devoted her entire youth to loving Carlos Morton, but Carlos hated her, loathing her heartlessness for refusing to donate a deceased person's heart.
He said, "Since you refuse to let Debbie Harper regain her health, everything I want to give her, you shall bear!"
Until the bloody truth was laid bare before his eyes, he realized that the love he intended to give her could never return to what it once was...

I was the best student, the most obedient, the most compliant—yet the only unloved child in our family.

When my brother got into fights, I took his punishment. When my sister snuck out with boys, I bore the consequences. Mom force-fed me pills and made me get my stomach pumped just to scare my brother away from smoking. Dad dressed ten-year-old me like a prostitute and threw me into a bar to warn my sister against going astray.

In the end, they sold me to a gambler for a few hundred dollars.

I died in a dark pond, and no one heard me calling for help.

But when my spirit drifted home, they were gathered around the dinner table, laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong.

It wasn't until the police knocked on their door that they realized—I had been missing for seven whole days.

Later, my brother clutched the chocolate he never got to give me, crying every day. My sister dreamed every night of ten-year-old me struggling and screaming in that bar. Dad knelt at my grave daily, consumed by guilt. And Mom, after killing that gambler, threw herself into the same pond where I had drowned.

Finally, they loved me.

But I was already dead.

Sometimes, when things are set in motion there is no stopping the landslide to follow…

A woman always hopes one day to fall in love: to…you know…live the happy ever after dream.
Sometimes though, dreams go haywire when you fall in love with the wrong man. My name is Nicole Leathers, and I own the events my actions brought about within my life. When I fled Los Angeles, California, to Dallas, Texas, having lost my partner in a sting gone horribly wrong, I had no idea what a shit-ball I was about to create when I fell for a man I shouldn’t want—my team leader—a Harley driving, wicked-smile wielding, melt your panties morsel, I wanted to lick like an all-day lollipop! But, he had a wife that stood in my way…at first.

He’s everything I ever wanted, but the one person I cannot have.

We made a bet. A deal. One month of celibacy, and I’d be his plus one to his brother Elijah's wedding. I know my best friend. He won’t be able to do it. For him, sex is the one thing he can’t possibly live without.
Until he does, proving me wrong.

Now, I’m stuck with the very man I’m secretly in love with at a romantic resort in Hawaii. I can’t tell him my true feelings, because I refuse to lose him …

That is, until we wind up in bed together after a night of partying. It’s everything I ever dreamed of and more, but it doesn’t matter. It won’t work between us. So we agree …

No strings.
No attachments.
Just a free card while we’re in Hawaii.
Either way, I'm not falling for him.

Not my best friend. Not unless he falls for me, too.

After five years of a secret marriage, her husband never showed any affection in public. Sophia Johnson had always chalked it up to his personality—until he took their twin sons and his first love out for a candlelit dinner, earning rave reviews online as the "most stunning family." That’s when her heart finally shattered completely.
Hearing her own sons call the woman "Auntie" repeatedly, Sophia came to her senses. A husband who didn’t love her, sons who were estranged from her—she didn’t want any of it. From that moment on, she would only love herself.
After the divorce, she returned to her hometown village to pick up her old profession: growing medicinal herbs, treating rare illnesses, and developing skincare miracles. Luxury cars often arrived late at night in the remote village, drawn by her skills.
When word got out that she was looking for a father for her daughter, elite scientists, financial tycoons, A-list idols, award-winning actors... All kinds of tycoons emerged, volunteering themselves, hoping to catch her eye.
Later, her ex-husband knelt on a bed of durians, his face filled with remorse. "Soph, I love you. Will we remarry?"
She scoffed. "William Smith, isn’t the forbidden fruit sweet enough?"
Her twin sons knelt on computer keyboards side by side. "Mommy, we only want you!"
Sophia waved them off. "No, I can’t afford you."

After five years of marriage, Emily Johnson still hadn't been able to get pregnant.

The prestigious Smith family had a lot of complaints about her. Whenever they saw her, they'd make snide remarks, telling her that if she couldn't have children, she should step aside sooner rather than later.

She knew how obsessed the Smith family was with carrying on the family line, and she knew her loving husband James Smith was under tremendous pressure because of her.

She decided to divorce him, but James pulled her into his arms.

"Honey, I won't divorce you. Even if we don't have kids, I want to be with you forever."

Moved by James's devotion, she secretly went to the hospital where her good friend worked to get checked out.

After the examination, Emily went to meet her friend for lunch, but accidentally overheard a conversation between James and her best friend Sophia Brown.

"James, after five years, are you still not willing to tell Emily the real reason she can't get pregnant?"

The real reason she can't get pregnant?

Wasn't it just that her health wasn't good and it was hard for her to conceive? For the past five years, every checkup at the Smith family-controlled hospital had given her the same result. Was there something else going on?

"Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Why are you worried now? Are you afraid I'll actually get her pregnant and stop caring about you and our child?"

Ava Davis's POV:

I had just walked out of the abortion clinic when I got a call from John Williams' assistant.

"Ms. Davis, we've got a problem. Mr. Williams was photographed with four women at the same time, and the pictures are all over the internet. Reporters have blocked the company entrance."

I closed my eyes, feeling utterly exhausted.

My lower abdomen still ached, like something had been carved out of my body, but what hurt more was my heart—already battered and bruised by this marriage.

"Got it. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

After hanging up, I stuffed the medical records into my bag and walked out of the hospital. The sun outside was so bright I could barely open my eyes.

I raised my hand to shield them, suddenly remembering the first time I met John—the sun had been just as harsh that day.

I was only eighteen then, still a student, handing out flyers on the street when I got heatstroke. I was dizzy and about to collapse when John happened to pass by and caught me.

I remember his eyes—clear as lake water. His high cheekbones, thin lips pressed together with a hint of careless detachment.

In that moment, I fell. Like something had struck my heart, and from then on, there was no turning back.

Looking back now, I was pathetically stupid.

I'd been John's secretary for three years, helping him handle countless scandals. Few people knew that I'd actually been married to him for three years.

In our first year of marriage, he brought a female celebrity home for the night.

I remember sitting in the living room that night, waiting until 3 AM, hearing laughter from the bedroom.

I didn't push the door open. I just sat on the couch all night.

After that, it happened more and more, until I went numb.

She gave him three years. He gave her nothing but silence.
For three years, she endured a loveless marriage, clinging to the hope that one day he would choose her. But the moment his first love returned, he didn't hesitate. He cast her aside without a second glance. Even her final, desperate question couldn't make him stay.
So she walked away, burying her love along with their past.
What he didn't know: she was carrying his child.
What she didn't expect: his first love's fans would stalk her, run her car off the road, and nearly kill her and the baby.
And when the public turned her into the villain, calling her the "other woman" , he helped spread the lie. To protect the woman he truly loved.
Years later, she signs the final divorce papers from a hospital bed, ready to erase him from her life forever.
That's when the untouchable CEO breaks.
In front of everyone, he falls to his knees, his voice trembling as he begs her not to leave him.
He once let her go without regret.
Now, he will do anything to have her back.
But some wounds don't heal.
And some love stories don't deserve a second chance.

I gave up five years of my marriage for nothing.

My son is dead. He died on his fifth birthday, waiting for his father to come home. But instead of his dad, a car accident took him. And his father? He was a thousand miles away, with another woman.

For five years, I put up with my husband's coldness and his family's constant humiliation. I thought having a child would melt his icy heart. I was wrong—so terribly, laughably wrong.

He couldn't even focus at our son's funeral—his eyes were only for his old flame, his "true love." It wasn't until I was on my deathbed that he finally shed those fake tears of regret. But it was too late. My child was gone. My love had died. And soon, I would be gone too.

This marriage, this whole life—it's all been one big joke. I just want to find my son as soon as I can. To tell him that his mother never gave up on him. To promise him that in another world, we'll never be apart again.

A hundred years ago, old Duke Rowland saved me with a bowl of hot soup when I was dying. To repay him, I swore myself, as the Silver Wolf Goddess, to a hundred-year covenant protecting House Rowland.

I taught Garrett how to hold a sword. I turned Caleb into a prodigy at the Mages' Guild. I saved Preston's family from ruin.

But Lillian took a potion to fake being sick, and all it took was her claiming only my heart could save her to turn three men's knives on me.

In my last life, I begged them to listen, told them that cutting out my heart would tear down the foundation of House Rowland itself. They finally backed off.

Then Lillian, trying to keep the lie going, secretly upped her dose and poisoned herself to death in her own bed.

The three of them lost their minds and blamed me for her death.

"A beast doesn't get to call itself the guardian of House Rowland. Die."

They cut my heart out. I died on that altar.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they took my heart.

This time, I didn't waste my breath. I handed it over myself and let them have what they wanted.

The goddess's heart fell. The covenant ended.

They just didn't know yet how badly House Rowland would fall apart without me.

I was three months pregnant when I found out my husband had been cheating with the cousin I had kindly taken in.

My son said he wanted her to be his mom, then shoved me down the stairs and caused me to miscarry.

The day I lost the baby, my husband sat beside my bed. His voice was gentle, soft enough to lull someone to sleep.

“Relax,” he said. “You’ll forget all this pain.”

I closed my eyes and let him plant layer after layer of hypnotic commands in my ear.

“When you wake up, you’ll be an obedient wife.”

Now I watch them living happily ever after as a family of three.

They think I’m nothing but an empty shell.

They have no idea that I’ve already posted this plea for help online:

[HELP] My cousin is wearing my sexy nightgown to seduce my husband, I caught them cheating, and my son calls her “Mom.” But I just feel numb. What am I supposed to do?

Sophia’s quiet life in Springdale unravels when she becomes the target of her seemingly respectable teacher, Mr. Thompson, who harbors a dangerous obsession. As strange events escalate, Sophia and her best friend, Lily, are thrust into a suspenseful journey to uncover hidden truths. Their determination is tested by fear, betrayal, and mysterious dangers lurking in the shadows. Amidst the chaos, a blossoming connection forms between Sophia and a charming, protective newcomer, Alex, whose presence offers both comfort and conflict. Together, they navigate friendship, love, and survival in their fight for freedom and justice.

For eighteen years, Aveline Carter has lived in the shadows, forgotten by a mother who only seems to see her identical twin brother, Asher Carter, whose heart disease demands constant care. She resents him until the night she finds him lying unconscious on his bedroom floor.
At the hospital, Asher falls into a coma. His scans reveal bruises, internal bleeding and signs of prolonged physical abuse. Broken and furious, Aveline vows to expose the cruelty hidden behind the prestige of Crestwood Academy.
Cutting off her hair and disguising herself as her brother, Aveline infiltrates Crestwood Academy and fights her way onto the hockey team determined to unmask those responsible. Revenge should have been simple until she meets Kieran Hampton, the team’s arrogant and sharp-eyed star player. From their first clash, tension ignites. Aveline is certain he’s guilty and has no problem making his life miserable, but their undeniable chemistry only draws them closer with every confrontation.

While Aveline focuses on the wrong target, the real threat stands closer.

Cassian Thorne seems strange at first, his interest in her uncomfortably personal yet he gradually becomes her friend. Meanwhile, Kieran despite believing Aveline is male finds himself drawn to “him” in ways he can’t understand. When he uncovers her true identity, he chooses to protect her at all costs even as she refuses to trust him.
Revenge turns to grief when Asher dies, leaving Aveline drowning in guilt for falling for her brother’s supposed tormentor. Questions remain unanswered, and the truth is far darker than she imagined because Asher Carter was never just a victim. The bullying wasn’t just random.
As secrets unravel and loyalties shatter, Aveline must face one devastating question: what happens when the brother you were ready to destroy the world for isn’t who you thought he was?

Alessia Moretti was born into a legacy of wealth, silence, and shadows. When her powerful father dies unexpectedly, she returns to Florence — not in grief, but in search of what never made sense. The funeral is lavish, the condolences practiced. But what catches her eye isn’t in the eulogy. It’s a name in the guestbook. A stranger who stood apart. Watching.

A sealed envelope from her father's lawyer deepens the mystery — an addendum to his will, locked behind a single condition: it must not be opened unless something happens to Giuliana De Luca — the woman who raised Alessia, but never quite loved her. The woman who replaced her mother. The woman with secrets buried deeper than the grave.

As Alessia begins to peel back the layers of the house — and her own memory — she uncovers missing tapes, manipulated truths, and a man named Matteo who seems tied to it all. A man she should stay away from. A man who might already know who she really is.

But nothing in the Moretti legacy is what it seems.

Not her past.
Not her family.
Not even herself.

And some ghosts don’t stay buried.

Even After You is a dark, slow-burn romantic thriller about power, obsession, and the brutal things we inherit. For readers who crave revenge laced with longing, and love that demands blood before it offers softness.