1446 Book(s) Related to it's not over until i win

He was supposed to be my way out, but he was the one who pushed me into the pit all along.
I used to think Carter was the one good thing in this hellhole of a high school. He'd stand up for me when the whole class mocked my stutter. He'd hand me a clean jacket when my locker got stuffed with dead rats.
For him, I gave up my Ivy League dreams, willingly settling for some mediocre state university.
Until that Friday outside the locker room, when I heard him brag to his teammates and the head cheerleader—the same girl who'd led the charge in tormenting me—about his "conquest" in the most casual tone imaginable.
Turns out, I was just the prize in their sick bet.
In that moment, everything I'd believed in shattered.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just quietly changed my college application, and then, at the height of their triumph, I watched with cold eyes as they destroyed themselves.

In my past life, I spent everything loving Ronald Wright, only to watch him chase after his first love and marry her in the end. I died alone and sick in a hospital, forgotten.

After being reborn, I gave up. On our wedding anniversary, I asked for a divorce. I walked away from being a full-time housewife and became the youngest rising star in the design world.

But something changed. The husband who once ignored me suddenly cared. He came home every day, afraid I might cheat on him.
I sneered, “One day, you’ll be the one begging for a divorce.” He laughed, “Keep dreaming.”

I waited for him to realize, just like in the past, that he still loved the other woman and would force me to leave, giving me millions in return.

But this time, he pulled me into his arms and said, “What’s money after a divorce? I’m worth billions. It’s all yours. But you—you’re mine.”

Perry Lake never believed in fate, especially not when it came to love. To take revenge on her cold, power-hungry father, she broke off her engagement to Richard Scott, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Bloodmoon Pack. Walking away from that world should have meant freedom.

But one impulsive night changes everything.

Perry walked into Richard's room to end things. She never expected to end up in the bed of a stranger—an Alpha who overwhelmed her senses. Even worse, the Moon Goddess has bound them as fated mates.

Now, torn between the desire to escape and the pull of a bond she can't deny, Perry must face a destiny she never wanted—with the man she tried hardest to forget. But can love bloom where betrayal and secrets still linger?

Revenge brought her back. His unwavering love made her stay.

Paisley Hughes opens her eyes three years in the past, at the start of her gilded cage marriage to tycoon Clive Harrington. Haunted by the memory of her tragic end, she is a storm of vengeance, ready to expose the betrayal that awaits. Yet she swiftly uncovers a stunning truth: her powerful, enigmatic husband has loved her silently but fiercely all along.

Thrust into the heart of his family's ruthless succession war, Paisley discovers that Clive's devotion is her greatest weapon. Together, they battle hidden enemies and poisonous alliances. This time, she fights not just to settle scores, but to claim the powerful love and the true family that were always her destiny.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her, Olivia!" He growls at me in anger.
Inwardly, my wolf whimpers in pain; Enzo may not have been our fated mate, but we had formed a mate bond with him.
I have never seen Enzo act this way before. He was naked but didn't care about his appearance. He had never fiercely protected me this way before.
"Our marriage is over. I'm sick of you anyway. I, Alpha Enzo, reject you, Olivia, as my mate and Luna." Enzo's voice was filled with hatred. "Sign the divorce papers and put an end to this ill-fated relationship."
My wolf submitted to the alpha command in Enzo's voice, and I couldn't do anything to stop myself from signing the divorce papers against my will.
I had made Enzo the alpha of this pack and given him everything; not once did I dream that the powers I handed over to him would one day be used against me.
I'm tired of being cheated on.
It's payback time, alphas.


She has been betrayed and hurt by love not just once but twice.
The first man to betray Olivia was her mate, Hunter; he slept with another woman before they could get engaged.
The second man who stepped on Olivia's heart was Alpha Enzo, her husband. He did it the day she was about to share the news of her pregnancy with him.
Olivia made Enzo an alpha, but he made her an unhappy woman after marriage and then forced her to divorce him. He stole everything and left Olivia with nothing.
Left with nothing but a baby, Olivia is offered a deal from her ex-mate, Hunter. A contract marriage. But this time around, Olivia refuses to be a fool who gets used and dumped by men when they are done getting what they wanted.
Olivia wants revenge on the two men who had ruined her life and broken her heart; however, with hidden secrets and past misunderstandings, will Olivia's cold heart and cruelty be justified? Or will she regret her decision for revenge?

"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...

I was in love with Ethan Black, a brilliant man with big dreams. I gave him my twenties, my body, my loyalty. I worked three jobs while he chased his startup dreams. And when he finally made it, he became a stranger.
Then I found out he got another woman pregnant, the same woman who dumped him in college when his family lost everything. That nearly destroyed me. But I stayed. I told myself love was worth it.
But nothing could prepare me for the day he left our four-year-old daughter home alone… to go see her. And our little girl died.
I buried my child and with her, the woman I used to be.
Now, I live for one thing only: Revenge.
He took everything from me. Now I’ll take everything from him.
He doesn’t know it yet… but I’m not the same woman he left behind. And by the time I’m done, he’ll wish he never met me.

Leaning back, he studied me. "Do you know what I think? You should have a quick, dirty revenge sex, then."
"I should?" My voice turned breathless after his slow perusal, eagerly anticipating his plea for me to forget everything.
"And I think I should be the one you do it with."
My cheeks heated, and he was already seemed aroused, envisioning pressing his lips against my skin. "Wh-Why with you?" I stammered.
He tilted his head, catching a hint of my scent. "Because I can guarantee I'll make it good for you. Because we both need to get out of our heads tonight."
"Well," I said, eyeing his forearms. This man had captured my attention like few did. After today's ordeal, the temptation to lose myself in his body was irresistible. "I'm saying, yes, let's have a quick, dirty revenge sex."


Zephyra thought she had it all: a loving boyfriend, a promising career, and a bright future.
But when Jovan dumps her over her reluctance to sleep with him, she seeks comfort in the arms of a mysterious stranger. Little does she know that the stranger is Lirael, the billionaire client she's trying to impress.
Her life turns upside down when she reconciles with Jovan and faces Lirael in a professional setting.
Caught in a web of lies, lust, and betrayal, Zephyra must choose between her heart and her future.
Will she find true love with Lirael, the man who ignited her passion and broke her trust? Or will she settle for a safe and comfortable life with Jovan, the man who cheated on her and took her for granted?

She thought she was human—until she drowned.

She wakes in the body of a missing selkie princess in a hidden island kingdom… and quickly realizes she’ll be executed if anyone discovers the truth.

The only person who knows? Her guard—cold, loyal, and furious she’s taken the place of the woman he was sworn to protect.

When her unstable shifting magic reveals something impossible—both selkie and tideborn blood—he’s forced to keep her secret… because exposing her would destabilize the crown.

Now, bound by duty and necessity, they must secretly search for the real princess—before her magic exposes them both.

The legendary general Victor was sentenced to death, and everyone thought he had already been buried in the grave.
Until a phone call came through ,
"Dad, help!... They took Mom away."

"Do not dare pretend you didn't pray hard to be our mate so you can live in wealth and luxury, human!" one of the mighty angel Kings snaps in disgust.
"I measure the quality of a man by his hardwork. Have you worked hard for this wealth, your majesty?" I boldly ask and hear the servants and guards in the room gasp in shock.


The angel kings of Lordsland, considered the most flawless of beings, had hoped that they would have a useful mate, like the graceful princess of the neighboring kingdom, especially now that the kingdom is facing the greatest crisis.
Attacks by Rogue dragons are becoming more and more frequent, their kingdom could use the help of another army. They are utterly disgusted when a human of no royal blood, Ira, turns out to be their mate. They demand that a special ritual be performed to transfer the mate bond to the woman they truly desire. What they doesn't know is that despite Ira being a human, she hails from a special bloodline. She isn't just the bravest and kindest woman across all kingdoms, she also possess rare blood, the only thing that can control rogue dragons and wipe away every magical spell cast against their reign.
Everyone is surprised by Ira's careless reaction to their rejection. Any woman would have knelt and begged to be their cherished queen. But Ira believes that only a kind man with genuine love for her is worth her tears. She also knows that the Angel Kings are making a huge mistake by choosing the pretentious Princess over her.

Sophia Johnson, a dedicated reporter, finds herself entangled in a passionate and complex love triangle. It all begins at an ex-CEO's retirement party, where she encounters Harry Stone, the irresistible billionaire heir and CEO of the company. What starts as a magnetic attraction soon evolves into a risky proposal.

Desperate to hold onto his CEO position, Harry suggests an audacious plan to Sophia: she should pretend to be his fiancée for five months, and in return, he offers her a substantial financial reward. Sophia, burdened by crushing student loan debts and the financial struggles of her family, reluctantly agrees. What she doesn't anticipate is the emotional rollercoaster this contract engagement will become.

As the charade unfolds, Sophia falls deeply in love with Harry, only to have her heart shattered when he ends their arrangement to pursue what he believes is his ideal partner. Despite being compensated for her role, Sophia carries a heart-wrenching secret—one she only discovers months after leaving the company: she is carrying Harry's child. The tumultuous nature of their contract engagement makes her hesitant to return to him.

Amid a whirlwind of love, desire, secrets, and betrayal, Sophia grapples with her feelings and the life-changing consequences of her decisions. Will Harry ever come to realize he has a child with Sophia, and will Sophia emerge from this web of deceit and passion with her heart and future intact?

"Why?" I choke out, my hands trembling as I pulled them back to my chest.

As if by instinct, I slide my palm onto my pregnant belly, and was about to tell him about our pup when he turns around, and looks at me.

The look in his eyes was pure, utter hatred. He had never looked at me like that before. He only ever looked at me with loving, gentle eyes, saying that we will soon elope and start a family together.

Now, it has come true, but I'm unsure how to break the news to him when his gaze burns intensely with rage aimed straight at me. His body language has changed, as if he's about to lunge at me and rip me apart, making my heartrate pick up as I stare at him.

"Jax?" I swallow, but the moment he takes a predatory step forward, I find myself stepping back.

"Because I, Jax Arson, hereby reject you, Aria Wales, as my mate!"

Almost in an instant, the most excruciating pain ripped through me unexpectedly. The shock of his words more painful than the rejection itself, because he promised...

The pain was too much to bear. It makes me fall on my knees, clutching the ground as wave after wave of unimaginable pain leaves me gasping for air. Sharp claws extend from my fingers and I began clawing at my chest. I can't stop even if I wanted to, worried it might hurt the baby yet I had no control. It feels like I was desperately trying to tear my heart out of my chest, and I cry out painfully before I hear his next words.

"For the sake of what we had, I suggest you leave Black Shadow Pack. You have three days."

Duke Damon Nigrescent and his younger sister Daria Nigrescent of the Nigrescent famil, the only aristocratic family that had more powers than all the Monarchs. Not much was known about them and I didn’t want to dig any further either but , there was something pulling me towards this castle. The moment I stepped foot inside I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to get out of there anymore. The Nigrescent family was known for having blue eye and white hair , a physical appearance like that of a creature out of a fantasy book . Duke Damon was incredibly handsome . All my classmates’ eyes were fixated on him, while mine were on Lion, my secret crush without actually realising that the Duke’s attention was on me. He was an annoying stalker that scared the crap out of me when we first met . When it was time to leave , I couldn’t go. Lion was about to confess to me. The moment I had been waiting so much for had finally arrived but before I could make it there , I accidentally ended in the middle of a ritual and unbenounce to everyone, I became Duke Damon’s bride. From that day everything changed completely as all the secrets that had been buried came to life. My ordinary happy life was part of the past , now , I was faced with all kind of dangers , duties , love , heartbreak and….vampires. At first I loathed the idea of being his bride but with each passing day I find myself longing for him, attracted to his muscled strong body and handsome face that made my heart flutter making me confused about my real feelings. We were united because of his curse, but can I let go of this passion in exchange for the freedom I so desperately desire ?

The female presidential candidate slipped a real-time tracker into my bag, then handed me the divorce papers.

She still thought I would coddle her like I had for the past five years and stay by her side.

"Fine." I signed the papers and left.

She started tracking me, driving away any women around me, showing up at my house in the middle of the night begging me to come back.

But... weren't you the one who wanted the divorce?

In my past life, I was cheated on.
My wife is having an affair with my fitness coach, and even our five-year-old daughter isn't my child.
I filed for divorce, and she left with nothing. I thought my life couldn't get any worse—but then the apocalypse came, and I was bitten to death by zombies.
In her last moments before she died, I saw her family of three nestled in her lover's secluded mountain cabin, with plenty of food and drink, passing away peacefully in their old age.
God gave me a second chance.
Back on the day we signed the divorce papers, I smiled and said to my ex-wife, "You can have the villa, but I want Julian's dilapidated cabin."

Six months ago, a yacht explosion consumed everyone I loved: my husband Leonard, my parents, and my brother.
I escaped only because of stomach pain that kept me from boarding. My adopted sister Claire became the sole survivor.
Since then, I've become an empty shell.
Even after being diagnosed with terminal uterine cancer, even while carrying my late husband's child, I've endured the agony of chemotherapy alone, exhausting what little strength remains to scrape together money for Claire—who hides away in a private care facility, claiming severe PTSD.
Until this winter day, with a blizzard approaching.
Dragging my dying body to my husband's memorial to pay respects, I discovered a credit card statement—charges made three months after his death.
Following the address on that receipt, I pushed open the door of a luxurious suburban villa.
Inside, it was warm as spring. My parents and brother, who should have been at the bottom of the ocean, stood there perfectly alive.
At the center of the room, my husband—the man I'd grieved for day and night—was kissing my adopted sister, his lips tender against hers.
The whole family was celebrating, raising glasses to toast the infant cradled in Claire's arms—barely a month old.
There had never been any disaster at sea.
It was all a meticulously planned hoax—their twisted way to erase me from their lives forever.

In my last life, I risked everything to protect my fiancée, only for her to shove me into a horde of zombies with nothing but, "You owed David this."
When I got a second chance, I found myself back right before the rescue chopper took off at the start of the apocalypse.
As I watched her cling to the cabin door, refusing to leave because she was waiting for her ex, I stepped back without hesitation: respect, best wishes, stay together forever. This time, I'm done being the pathetic simp who gets played for a fool.
I snatched the top-tier crystal core first, awakened an apocalyptic-level power, and watched with a cold smile as the cheating couple turned on each other in the middle of a pile of corpses, stabbing and screaming in despair. When the end of the world comes, you deal with the bleeding hearts first—then you rise to godhood.

My teammates viewed me as a mobile food supply and planned to butcher me before they ran out of rations.
They thought that as long as I died, they would win this "survival game."
However, they would never know that what I brought back from the depths of the ruins wasn't fear, but the highest-level administrative privileges of the entire logistics system. While they killed each other for a bag of expired biscuits, I had already locked the exit to this hell. Sorry, but in this settling of accounts, you aren't even qualified to be treated as bargaining chips.

I used to think I had the perfect family.
My husband Nico started coming home less and less, always saying he had a meeting. But the truth was, he had another woman, Alessia. And it had been going on for a while.
The affair I could've handled. What really killed me was that my son Leo and my daughter Mia had known all along. They'd even started calling his mistress "Mom."
They thought I was clueless. But I'd known for months, his assistant had told me everything.
I tried so hard to win them back. I did more for them, cared more, tried harder. But they kept choosing Alessia.
That day, I stopped trying.
They could all have each other—Nico, Alessia, Leo, Mia.
I hoped they'd be happy together.

I died on the barren wasteland in a raging blizzard.
Before my death, many from the pack came to say goodbye.
Even Seraphina, my lifelong rival, came.
Only Kael, my Alpha mate of five years, was absent.
He was with that rogue Jennifer, watching the moon's reflection in Silver Moon Falls.
In my final moments, I received his mind-link.
"When the Moon Goddess guided me to find you as my fated mate, you were just a Beta. To inherit the Alpha position, I had no choice but to choose you. All these years I've been giving you suppressants, forbidding you from getting pregnant, and you agreed to it all. You've been a competent Luna."
"If there's a next life, I'll still choose you. In this life, rest in peace. I'll personally arrange your funeral."
Sensing this mind-link, my rival Seraphina sneered mockingly: "Karolyn, you really weren't cut out to be a Luna."
"In the next life, don't compete with me anymore."
Her words proved prophetic. When I opened my eyes again, we had both returned to the day of the Darkwood family's mate selection ceremony.
Kael said coldly: "Karolyn, the Moon Goddess has chosen you as my fated mate. You will be Darkwood's Luna."
Without hesitation, I stepped back and pointed to Seraphina.
"I think the Luna position is better suited for Seraphina."

When my younger brother got into a top university, the whole family celebrated for him.
I, suffering from a terminal illness, clutched my chest and desperately cried for help, only to be met with a disgusted slap from my mother and the words, "You just can't stand to see your brother doing well!"
She thought I was a spoilsport, so she roughly dragged me back to the room and locked the door from the outside.
She didn't know that those were the last words I ever heard in my life.
The next morning, she opened the door with breakfast in hand, only to find my corpse.

I burn through eighty years of my life raising three dogs that turn around and tear into me.

My vampire husband, Damian, used to be an outcast covered in festering sores, cursed to fear the sun. I cut my wrist and gave up thirty years of my life so he could become the most powerful man among the bloodlines, in control of half the world's wealth. Cold and ruthless to everyone else, he only ever bares his fangs for me.

Knox, the werewolf boy I grew up with, was born with a genetic flaw that kept him from ever shifting. I gave up another twenty years so he could have the strongest bloodline of all. Wild and reckless, he used to swear he'd carry me on his back for the rest of his life.

Julian, my human brother, got burned beyond recognition saving me from a fire. I spent my last thirty years giving him back a face people would pay a fortune for. He used to send crates of his paintings to my room, the kind of work people would kill to own.

Then a woman named Daphne shows up, and all three of them lose their minds over her.

And somehow I become the jealous, vicious wife everyone wants gone.

She cries that I pushed her, so they drive blades of blood straight through my bones.

She says I'm cruel to the staff, so they break my legs in front of a crowd.

And when I'm dying, they drain my blood to keep her alive.

If you're all going to treat the life I gave you like trash, then I'm taking it back. The strength, the face, the life. All of it.

[God, I take it back. I want everything I gave them returned to me.]

When the screen lit up, my heart stopped beating.
The woman twisting on the bed, breathless and flushed, was Rachel. The innocent girl we grew up with. The adopted sister I had fiercely loved and protected for over a decade.

And the hands claiming her body?
They belonged to my childhood sweetheart, Sebastian. On his finger glinted the very wedding band I had lovingly slipped onto his hand.

"I missed you so much..."
"You drive me crazy, baby..."

His hoarse moans coming through the speaker were agonizingly familiar. Those exact sweet whispers, the ones that used to make my heart flutter, now completely destroyed me.

To the outside world, we were the ultimate power couple. I ran his empire, exhausted myself to build his perfect life, while he bathed in everyone's envy. But who knew my flawless marriage was nothing but a sick, twisted lie?

Tears blurred my vision, but as the video ended, my sorrow morphed into something cold and lethal.

Sebastian thinks he is a master manipulator. He thinks he can have my loyalty while drowning in my sister’s bed.

Well, since he loves acting so much... I think it’s time I gave him a taste of my own performance.

Playtime is over. I am going to tear down his 'perfect husband' facade piece by piece, and I won't stop until I witness his total ruin.

"Call me brother," he whispered, pressing me against the wall, his erection hard against my stomach.
For twelve years, we played this dangerous game. By day, I was his obedient foster sister. By night, I was his obsession.
He never went all the way—saving me for marriage, he claimed—but he did everything else. His fingers knew every wet corner of my body. His mouth had tasted my pleasure a thousand times. He groomed me to be the perfect toy for his bed.
"You're mine, Julie. Only mine."
But then Lena came back.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was locked. Suddenly, I heard her screams of pleasure instead of mine.
He didn't touch me anymore. He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You're just a sister. Stop acting like a jealous lover."
He threw away twelve years of intimacy for a fresh body.
I packed my bags, leaving behind the lingerie he bought me, the toys we used.
When he finally realized Lena was a fake, he came running back, eyes wild, wanting to claim what he thought was still his property.
"Spread your legs for me, Julie," he begged, reaching for me.
I slapped his hand away. "Go fuck your sister, Daniel. I'm done."

"Come see our wedding invitations!" I excitedly held up the document folder I'd grabbed from ,my fiancé, Lorenzo's study, showing it off to his men in his private safe house on the Upper East Side.

Lorenzo and I had been running ourselves ragged this month preparing for the wedding.

Lorenzo's guys raised their glasses, waiting to see our custom-designed invitations. I eagerly turned the folder upside down—

Marriage certificates, wedding photos, and a property transfer document came tumbling out onto the floor.

Dead silence.

"Oh, these aren't our invitations..." I was still grinning foolishly. "Must be the wrong folder."

"Let me see which lucky lady is about to become a happy bride."

I looked down at the wedding photo. A beautiful brunette woman in an elaborate white gown smiled from the center of the picture, looking so blissful, so content.

When my eyes shifted to the groom beside her, my world collapsed.

It was Lorenzo. He wore a perfect black tuxedo, but he was tenderly embracing a woman I'd never seen before.

My husband, Victor Falcone, was a mafia godfather whose very name makes the entire underworld tremble.
A year ago, he barely survived an assassination attempt. The trauma gave him severe amnesia, completely wiping out the three months we spent keeping each other alive in the slums.
When he woke up, he was a different man—cold and ruthless. He treated my stepsister like his untouchable first love, spoiling her rotten.
And me, his legal wife? In his eyes, I was just a greedy, desperate woman who wouldn't take a hint.
"Drop the cheap pity act," he’d sneer. "You’re not worth a single hair on Lilia’s head."
Even so, I chose to stay by his side, desperate to spark his memory.
Until today. A rival cartel tied me and his precious "angel" to iron pillars on an abandoned pier.
Beneath our feet is a raging, pitch-black ocean. A thug has the ice-cold barrel of a gun pressed hard against my temple.
Which one of us will he choose?

I don't realize how badly I've been wronged until they're strapping me to the gurney.

My name is Camille Brooks. I'm one of the best cardiothoracic surgeons in the city, and I have never lost a patient on my table.

My fiancé, Adrian Vance, is the golden boy of the entire hospital. We're supposed to get married next month.

It's a stormy night when he calls, telling me to get to the hospital right now. There's a patient bleeding out, and only I can save them.

I race through the rain, but I get stuck in traffic halfway there. By the time I push through the OR doors, the patient has no pulse.

The family points at me. They say I botched the procedure and killed him. And Adrian Vance, my own fiancé, takes the stand and shows up with "ironclad evidence" against me.

I have nothing to fight back with. I go to prison. My parents can't handle it. It destroys them both. They take their own lives.

It's only after I die that I learn who really held the scalpel that night: Daisy Whitman, the woman Adrian never got over.

I was just the fall guy.

Then I open my eyes.

I'm back. One hour before everything falls apart, riding through the rain toward the hospital.

This time, I'm going to survive.

And I'm going to watch both of you burn.

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.

After two years of marriage, I finally got pregnant. I rushed to my husband's office with lunch to share the news, but his assistant mistook me for a sugar baby trying to trap the CEO. She dragged me into a back room and dumped scalding coffee on my head. When I tried to explain I was the wife, she laughed and called security. They stripped my clothes, kicked my stomach repeatedly, and destroyed my ultrasound photo. I begged them to call my husband, but they smashed my phone instead. By the time he found me, our baby was gone.

I was driving my dad's luxury car to pick up a friend when his secretary stopped me on the spot.
She mistook me for the lover who had sex with my dad in his office.
So she used car theft as an excuse to drag me into the basement, beat me up, and took nude photos of me.
When my dad found out, he asked me to apologize to her.
That's when I realized that in his eyes, his reputation mattered more than his own daughter.
If that's the case, he doesn't need to be the figurehead CEO anymore.

I followed the amazing scent of hot chocolate and mint I was I closed my eyes and inhaled the amazing smell I smiled and realized I was just a few steps away from meeting my mate

I was already planning what we are gonna do for the rest of our lives and how many kids we will have I thanked the moon goddess silently for this wonderful gift

I followed the scent to the big bizarre kitchen my Father made claiming "you will have space for cooking dear" his gruffy deep voice

No！！！

How could this happen? I shook my head in disbelief my heart beat's pace went up I felt myself getting warm and sweaty I dropped my books

My mouth hung in shock and disbelief my dad looked up and saw me his eyes widened in shock. That's the last thing I saw before falling.

April lives in a small town with her father Chris, the Alpha of their pack. She was told by Chris that her mother died when she was very young. She always knows that her father no longer has a wife because of her.

The pain grows up with her, she expected the pain will be relieved after she turned 18 and everything will be ok.

But what if she is the mate of her father, how will things go on? Will her father accept his ‘daughter’ as his mate or they will still have each other as a family rather than a mate?

"Congratulations! You are going to be a widow in three months."
It was the second time for Kendall to experience a forced marriage.
The first time, her parents forced her to be a millionaire's fifth concubine. She escaped.
The second time, her parents tied her up and sent her to a so-called half-dead guy's bed.
It was said that her future husband was an old and ugly weirdo, who was going to die soon. No one expected she would marry into the Michaelson family this way.
The Michaelson family was the richest family in the world. Its heir, Alexander, was a super hot gentleman that almost every girl is trying hard to marry!
However, he fell for Kendall at first sight. To trap Kendall in his sweet love, he pretended to be a dying man and made use of Kendall's soft-hearted...

The sight of this tore my heart apart. In horror, I drew back at once, so I won't watch them make out.
Even though I wasn't looking, Fiona's moans ate me up, as she called Allen's name amidst their... I... I just can't stand this. It's too much to take in.
Too much!
"Allen, Yes! Harder! Harder!!" she sang, begging for more.
My whole body shivered, as I drew my feet again, recalling the night I allowed Allen to take my first kiss from me.
"I... I thought... I thought I was his true love?" My lips trembled, flashing to that beautiful moment with him.
"That beautiful line... The diamond ring... How many women did he sing that same lyrics to and stole their hearts?!"
Thinking about this increased my breathing. My heart went heavy. And for a minute, I had a heart attack.
The Gamma's words rang in my head, reminding me of Allen's plan to get me evicted from the hunt.
And it's because of him I joined this hunt in the first place. I thought he organized this game to look for me, but... it was all in my head. Allen was never looking for me. He never loved me!


Driven by love, Evolet, a weak Omega, joins the Luna's hunt to be with the Alpha who stole her first kiss. She does this against her mother's order, hoping her best friend, Fiona, would keep this a secret. But her trust is broken when Fiona reveals her devilish side, causing a rift between Evolet and her mother. She reveals her true desire to be the Alpha's Luna, mocking Evolet's inability to summon her wolf. Her words got to a desperate Evolet, who feels scared and ends up doing something she has never done before. She strikes a deal with the pack's enemy, a pervy rogue with a strange wolf ability, to become her wolf for the game.
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"Do you know what you're saying? You want me to be your wolf?"
"Yes, I do. I... I want you. Please, be my wolf."
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Is she doing the right thing by going against her mother's order?
*What if the rogue isn't just her wolf, but someone special?

On the day Mila Blackthorn was to be crowned Luna, betrayal struck. Her stepsister Rosa was named Luna instead, and Mila was falsely accused of murder and stoned to death by her own pack.
But death couldn’t hold her. Reborn as Lyra, Mila returns with beauty, power, and a single purpose and vengeance. One by one, she exposes the lies that stole her life, drives her enemies to madness, and brings Stormfang Pack to its knees.
Even Alpha Jax, her fated mate who let her die, cannot resist her. As passion reignites between them, Lyra forces him to face the truth , and make those who betrayed her pay in blood.
When justice is finally served, Lyra vanishes, leaving a cleansed kingdom and a broken Alpha who will never forget the mate he wronged.

Hey mister, can I ask you for a favor? A lady asked with her sweet and intoxicating voice, causing the man who was walking, to turn around and stare at the young lady. Can you be my boyfriend for just one month, and I promise to pay you handsomely. Cecelia said smiling. Her parents had threatened to choose a suitor for her if she didn't hasten her steps and find one for herself.

Chen Edward, the founder of Charles diamond company, agreed to be her fake boyfriend for a month not because he felt like but because his parents were also planning on looking for a lady for him.

Cecelia is an upcoming actress, while Edward is the founder of Charles's diamond company. Edward had a traumatic experience during his childhood, which causes him to shut his mouth, as he goes through different attacks, unaware that it would lead to him being unable to talk.

When their plans start to unravel, will Cecelia fall in with her parents' plans? When feelings get involved will things still work out as they planned?

River Wilson has her entire life planned: earn top grades, avoid distractions, and graduate as valedictorian. Love? Boys? Drama? Not on the schedule.
But her perfect plan unravels the moment she steps into her new university apartment… and finds Taylor DeLuca shirtless, tattooed, and infuriatingly smug, standing in her kitchen.
Thanks to a university housing glitch and a name too ambiguous to question, River ends up living with the one thing she promised to avoid: a boy who looks like trouble and acts like he invented it.
Now she's armed with a list of house rules, a schedule tighter than her ponytail, and one unbreakable boundary: no flirting.
But Taylor has a smirk that makes her forget her rules… and a past that's more complicated than his cocky charm lets on.
What happens when the girl who has everything under control is forced to live with the boy who thrives on chaos?
Let's just say... Rule Number Eight is about to get broken.

"You're worth $2.3 million. I suggest you start acting like it."

Those were the first words Lorenzo De Luca said to her, three days after Seraphina's family declared her insane and sold her to men in thousand-dollar suits.

Lorenzo didn't buy her for pleasure. He bought her for war, leverage against her corrupt senator father. He locked her in a Mediterranean fortress, gave her a new name, and called it protection.

It was a prettier cage.

But Lorenzo made one fatal mistake: the paperwork that hid her made her his wife. The empire protecting him? Legally hers now. She can destroy him completely.

Now his deadliest enemy wants her dead. Her father wants her silenced. And she just discovered she's pregnant with her captor's child.

"Choose," Lorenzo says, his empire crumbling. "Destroy me and walk away free. Or stay and become exactly what they feared."

She pulls the trigger. Just not the one he expects.

Lena never wanted this. Mating with Alpha Asher was a punishment, a cruel twist of fate meant to keep peace between their packs. But as she walks into his world, she realizes the true nightmare isn’t the bond, it’s him.

“You belong to me now, Lena. Whether you like it or not,” his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

The man who killed her brother. The man who treated her like an object, not a mate. The man whose mere presence made her body burn with something far more dangerous than hatred, but whispers travel fast. “Asher’s wives never last,” someone sneers. “You’ll be dead before the next full moon.”

She should hate him. She does. But then his lips crash against hers, and everything she thought she knew shatters.

Yet secrets lurk in the shadows. The past refuses to stay buried. And as the truth of her brother’s death unravels, one thing becomes clear… Lena may be Asher’s mate, but in his world, love is just another battle… But will she survive this war?

"Morning, mate."
My daddy's enemy, naked, holds me tenderly,
"Don't think about running away. Even your father can't stop me."


Ava, the daughter of the Blue River Clan Alpha, Robert. She was doted on by her father as a child, but sometimes she felt suffocated by his love and protection. From birth to nineteen, she never left their small village. Until a festival party, her mate found her.
The leaders of the Blue River Clan and the Shadow Clan have been sworn enemies for generations. Her father has always taught her to stay away from the ruffians of the Shadow Clan, warning her that their aggressive and unpredictable ways make them untrustworthy and dangerous.
However, her life changed when the leader of the ruffians found her.

He saved me. Then the Reaper of Prague claimed me.
 One kiss and I’m marked by a three thousand year old demon who tastes like sin and danger. I should be running for the hills, but instead, I burn under his touch. And my witch blood? It’s waking, wild and full of surprises.
This isn’t your typical love story. It’s more like a fuse waiting to explode: kidnappings, blood oaths, and a war lurking in the shadows. What we’ve set in motion could either transform this city or reduce it to ashes. He says I’m his. Maybe I want to be… even if it means the world goes up in flames.

Sandra Williams has never been one to walk on the wild side, at least not until she meets Jake Smith, a cocky and sexy wrestler at her father's gym.

Ryan: My Ex, My Mate
I see a woman with her back turned to me, but Aspen yells, "MATE."
Angel runs toward the woman, screaming "Mommy," and my mate is none other than my ex girlfriend, Reya Lopez.
Worse than that, my mind processed what Angel called Reya. She called Reya "Mommy."
What the fuck? She had some other wolf's child. I held Angel. I caught her scent. This is Reya's child, but not mine! Is this why she left? Was she pregnant with some other wolf's pup?
Reya: My Ex, My Boss
"Good morning! I am glad I caught you. I need to show you to your office." Stephanie says.
I stare at her confusedly; "I'm sorry, my office? I thought I was an administrative assistant?" I ask her.
"You were, but you have been reassigned. You are now the direct personal assistant to the boss. You will take the small office next door to his, designated for the position."
"Why would the boss ask for me as his personal assistant?" I ask Stephanie, confused by the sudden change.
"I don't know hun. I just know Mr. Sullivan asked for you personally." She smiles at me.
I try my hardest to return the smile, but did she, Sullivan? As in, my ex boyfriend, Ryan Sullivan?!

"This doesn't make sense." I whispered, my hand on the door knob.
"We can't tell mom and dad." He whispered back into the darkness.
"You can't be my mate!?" I hissed back "your my brother."
"I'm not going to resist the Sparks April," He growled, but continued "or the pull, and feeling of want... Do you hear me?" He growled.
"W-what?"
"I want you so bad it hurts" he whispered.

It was like my lips moved and spoke for me.
"Then take me."

His warm lips smashed onto mine finding them in the dark. Sparks lit the tiny closet up, and suddenly I knew where he was almost as if we were in a room full of light. I could see every move he made, and I wanted him to make a move on me.
I kissed him back with force, and longing.

My first kiss is with my brother.
My mate.

Who would have thought the flower of Wrestvel, the famous daughter of Westley, will be rejected and scorned.

Diana, after surviving the ghastly crash, that took her family away, even her beauty wasn't spared. She became a talent, hidden from the public eyes.

The Westley planned to excommunicate her, and take away everything that are hers, not even, her long-time pursuer Richard, was spared
Diana, hurt, and heartbroken, decided to end it all, after shamed and thrown out of the house, on the day she was supposed to marry her suitor.

With barefoot, as the cloud gathered in the sky, Earth became gloomy, and the sunlight has left the horizon, she stood on a bridge, the raging water body, beneath the bridge, the cold night breeze, made her long dark hairs flutter, The clock of fortune tick, “you don't have to end your life” a little voice came to her.

She froze, and all her nightmares began to give way, is such a Legend even true?

Hey mister, can I ask you for a favor? A lady asked with her sweet and intoxicating voice, causing the man who was walking, to turn around and stare at the young lady.

Can you be my boyfriend for just one month, and I promise to pay you handsomely. Cecelia said smiling.

Her parents had threatened to choose a suitor for her if she didn't hasten her steps and find one for herself...

Chen Edward, founder of Charles diamond company, agreed to be her fake boyfriend for a month not because he feels like... but because his parents were also planning on looking for a lady for him.

Cecelia is an upcoming actress, while Edward is the founder of Charles's diamond company.

Edward has had a traumatic experience during his childhood, which causes him to shut his mouth, as he goes through different attacks, unaware that it would lead to him being unable to talk.

' When their plans start to unravel will Cecelia fall in with her parents' plans ?'.

' When feelings get involved will things still work out as they planned ?'.

Lydia Arnault has spent her life perfecting silence. Behind her family’s fame and flawless image, she hides trauma, control, and a past no one was meant to uncover. College is supposed to be her escape, until a single accident at a glittering gala ties her to Adrian Vale, her longtime enemy, in a relationship announced without her consent.

As rumors turn into headlines and enemies into something far more dangerous, Lydia begins to uncover the truth behind her family’s power and the engagement planned years before she could choose. When the lie protecting her finally cracks, Lydia does the unthinkable. She disappears.

I once believed that every click of Ryan's Leica shutter was proof of his love—a luxury villa, his exclusive muse—I was foolish enough to believe in this fairy tale. Until our engagement night, when Isabella appeared wearing an identical ring, and the media exposed his betrayal, I finally realized I was nothing but a carefully selected stand-in.

Have you ever spent three years of your youth living as someone else's shadow? When he held her and called me "just a cheap copy," I didn't break down. After all, isn't it more satisfying to turn the tables using the camera sounds he was so obsessed with, making him pay for his sins in his own madness? In this game of deception disguised as love, who really played whom?