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Aubrey Carver, a young heiress of the wealthiest family in the country, left her fortune to marry her first love, Dario Fowler. To avoid overshadowing him with her wealth, she posed as a poor countryside girl. Dario, however, only married her to secure his inheritance, planning to divorce her once his true love returned.
Aubrey endured years of insults and hardships from the Fowler family, her love for Dario unwavering. But when Dario handed her divorce papers, she realized he never loved her. Heartbroken, she returned to her family, who welcomed her with open arms.
Months later, Aubrey dazzled everyone at a grand ball, hosted by her grandfather to announce her as the chairwoman of Carver's Corp. Her true identity revealed, the once poor girl was now a powerful heiress.
Dario, realizing his mistake, now faces a crumbling empire and must win Aubrey back to save his business. But will she forgive him and take him back? Or will she choose a new path? The decision is hers to make.

The day the butler of Sterling family came to claim me, the folks back in my dusty hometown lined the streets with tears in their eyes, waving goodbye like I was headed somewhere better.
The moment I stepped into that mansion, armed guards pinned me down in the first-floor medical suite, demanding I donate bone marrow to their precious adopted daughter, Celeste.
I responded by ripping out Celeste's dialysis machine.
My biological parents, Richard and Eleanor, went ballistic. They locked me in the attic storage room to "reflect on my behavior."
That night, while the house slept, I crept down to the basement and twisted open the main gas line valve.
I was halfway through rigging a candle delay fuse when the thermal imaging system caught me. Armed security tackled me before I could finish the job.
They'd had enough. They blindfolded me, tossed me onto a private jet like garbage, and flew me overnight to the most notorious hellhole in America—Deadwater, Texas.
The car had barely stopped in front of the bullet-riddled town sign when Richard leaned in with a cold warning:
"Listen to me. These people don't show mercy. An ungrateful brat like you? Three days, tops, before they pick your bones clean."
Eleanor stood beside him, dripping with fake concern:
"Willa, just agree to donate your marrow to Celeste, and you'll still be a Sterling. Stay here in this godforsaken wasteland, and you're dead."
I spat blood at her shoes. Eleanor's mask shattered. She ripped off my hood and shoved me hard into the dust.
I pushed myself up slightly, staring coldly at the yellow sand beneath my hands, and shook my head.
I squinted up at the familiar landscape—the rusted water tower, the butcher shop with skinned hogs hanging in the window, the faint smell of gunpowder in the air.
Funny. Nobody ever told me that the place I'd spent twenty years calling home was what rich people called "Deadwater."
Well. Since I'm here anyway.
Nobody's leaving this town alive today.

I'm a figure skating prodigy from one of the wealthiest families in the country. I'm also an idiot.

I believed that if I was kind enough, people would be kind in return. So I sponsored Haley Dunning, a scholarship skater on our team, and treated her like my own little sister.

The day before the NCAA qualifier, she came up to me with a sports drink, said she wanted to help keep my energy up.

I drank it. Went down on the ice with a broken leg. Drug test came back positive for banned stimulants.

Overnight, I went from the queen of the rink to the face of a scandal no one could stop talking about.

Expelled from school. Torn apart on social media. Calloway Corporation's stock in freefall.

Haley stood in front of the cameras, tears in her eyes: "Piper just wanted to win so badly. I never thought she'd go this far..."

I fell into a depression. Couldn't sleep without medication.

Then one day, she showed up at my hospital room with my boyfriend, bearing "comfort": a cup of water and a few pills: "Piper, take your meds, okay? This is all my fault for being so stupid..."

Three minutes later, I'm coughing up blood, convulsing on the floor.

Right before I died, I caught the look on her face. That sweet, innocent face. A slow, vicious smile spreading across it.

She knocked over the pill bottle and started screaming: "I grabbed the wrong ones! I mixed up her antidepressants with some old person's heart meds! I'm so stupid!"

My boyfriend pulled her into his arms. Didn't even glance at me dying on the floor: "She meant well. Piper just had bad luck."

I was poisoned to death in that hospital room.

Then I opened my eyes, and it was the day before the qualifier.

The most humiliating moment of my early life was when my father drove my mother and me out of our home. From a pampered heiress, I fell to the depths of a bar hostess. It was there that I encountered a man I would never forget for the rest of my life. After a one-night stand, I accepted his proposal—who could refuse someone they had admired for so long?

I thought I'd found redemption, but it turned out the pregnancy was a misdiagnosis! From then on, Raymond offered me nothing but money and sex. In this loveless marriage, I endured five years. Just when I thought my life would remain this way forever, he brought a little boy home.

Watching my stepsister's smug smile, my world crumbled. "Raymond, let's get a divorce!"

“What are you going to do with him? Take him back???" Brion demanded, his gaze incredulous. "Take him back?" I scoffed, a smirk coming over my face as I stared at the picture in my hand. "I have no plans to do that, BRION. I want him to fall for me, then push him down like he did to me. I want to make him feel the pain I passed through in his hands." I got to my feet and threw the picture on the floor. "It's time he dances to the tune of his music," I gritted out as I stomped hard on the picture. *** A loveless marriage wasn't part of Nova's plans for the future, but a one-night stand with a stranger changed her life forever. Bound to a man, who only saw her as a means to an end, Nova tried to salvage the relationship. However, things spiralled out of control with the return of his ex-girlfriend, and first love, and the realization that Nova was pregnant. Her life was threatened, but she survived with the help of her secret admirer, who took care of her for five years until she was ready to stand on her feet. However, a business deal took her back to the country she left years ago. With her return, Nova was ready to prove to the world that she didn't need her ex-husband by her side, but Dashiell was desperate. Knowing how much he loved her, he was reluctant to let go. But Nova wasn't ready to take him back, not until she had made him experience the heartache of those years ago.

What are you waiting for Louisa? What part of this do you not understand? What makes you think in that fucked up brain of yours that I'll ever accept you back? You are a slut!
You betrayed me and now, you can get the fuck out of my life. Jenna and I"— he entwined their fingers together—" are a thing now."
"She's lying to you! She's manipulating you with her looks Alex! She's framing us, trying to ruin our lives!" I sobbed. "Sign the divorce papers now!" he thrusted the divorce papers at me but I bluntly backed away in pain.
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" Louisa's perfect world crumbled when her husband, Alex, presented her with divorce papers.
The blow was crippling, coming at the very moment she had discovered she was pregnant – a miracle after three years of struggling with infertility.
The most crushing blow came when she realized that her husband has been sleeping with her best friend to hurt her.
Louisa was forcibly evicted from her home in the rain, jeered and mocked.
She's an orphan and has no one to turn to. Surprisingly after an accident, she met a stranger who revealed a shocking truth: she was the heiress to a vast fortune, left behind by her deceased parents.
Louisa moves on with her life and three years. She rose to prominence in the business world, forging a lucrative empire and raising her twins. She's cold as ice.
Then Alexander reappeared, remorseful and contrite. He badly wants to make things right and do whatever it takes to win her back..
Will she want him back into the lives of her kids?? Or will she give her heart to someone new.. Alexander's rival and former best friend.

I buried my brothers.
Burned my name.
And disappeared from a world built on violence.
They once feared me as the Black Reaper — Klein, former mercenary commander.
Now I live quietly in a crumbling villa, renting out rooms just to stay afloat.
Then Carol moves in.
Brilliant. Beautiful.
Hunted by powerful cartels.
She assumes I’m nothing more than a bitter, sloppy landlord —
until armed men break into her room, and I kill them with my bare hands.
Now Carol knows my true power.
Instead of running, she forces her way deeper into my life,
making me her driver, her protector, and her unwilling shield against the hunters chasing her.
But the West family — the ones who murdered my entire team — have finally tracked her down.
To protect Carol, I must become the man I swore I’d never be again.
“They took everything from me once,” I say quietly.
“This time, I won’t leave anyone standing.”

They chopped off my limbs while I screamed for help. One by one, my blood family hung up on me.

I was their lost true daughter—brought back only because the fake one needed my rare blood to survive.

For three years, every song I wrote went to her. Every role I bled for went to her. My parents and three brothers stood by and called me selfish.

Until she lured me onto a yacht, peeled the skin off my face with rusted pliers, and tossed my broken body into the sea.

My own family said I deserved it.

I was reborn—on the day they demanded my next song.

This time, I ripped the sheet music to shreds. I walked out without looking back. I signed with the most powerful studio in the industry. I'll climb to the top, strip away their masks, and make the whole world watch as I collect every debt they owe me.

I've walked through hell.

This life?

I hold the blade.

“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.

Intro: I spent three years as a logistics mage in the Darkmoon Pack, chasing the wolf clan's female war goddess for a full year. I repaired her armor, mixed her potions, and secretly tucked protective charms inside her gear. She never once looked me in the eye. At the bonfire banquet, after enduring humiliation, I took the initiative to sever ties and walked away. Without my help, she lost everything. When I was reborn and returned, facing the one and only chance to win me back, she finally chose to make the first move.

To save my wife’s family, I buried my name, wore myself down, and let a few strands of my hair turn gray while caring for her on the edge of death.

Three years later, she slipped into custom Chanel and slapped a divorce agreement down in front of me.

With her arm wrapped around a so-called old-money heir from Wall Street, she mocked me as a worthless nobody who couldn’t even afford a luxury handbag, a bottom-feeder who was never fit to stand beside her.

I signed my name without a word and watched her leave in triumph.

What she didn’t know was that the man preaching investments was nothing more than a Ponzi fraudster facing multiple charges.

And when the conference room door closed, Manhattan’s most feared ice-cold attorney bowed to me at a perfect ninety degrees and welcomed me to unlock the seventy-billion-dollar trust fund and take back control of the entire conglomerate.

A few months later, inside a women’s maximum-security prison in Brooklyn, she was dressed in a filthy, tattered prison uniform, sprawled across a floor slick with dirty water, sobbing as she was beaten and begging for my forgiveness.

I simply lifted my whiskey and calmly switched off the surveillance feed.

Twenty-one times.

I've signed the mate bond with Kael Nightshade, Lord of the Black Panther Clan, twenty-one times.

And dissolved it twenty-one times.

Not because we didn't love each other.

But because every few months, she comes back.

Seraphine. His first love. The angel who shattered her wings saving him, leaving her mind fractured and fragile.

"Seeing the mate mark sends her into psychotic breaks," he'd say, burning the bond from my skin. "I owe her my life."

So I'd erase the mark. Burn the contract. Pretend we were never bound.

The first time, I cried and begged. He backhanded me: "Cut the bullshit. We'll rebond once she's back in the sanatorium."

The thirteenth time, I followed them to a tavern and watched him tenderly kiss the scarred stumps where her wings used to be. When I confronted them, he knocked me down and locked me in enchanted restraints for seven days straight.

Sign. Burn. Erase. An endless cycle I couldn't escape.

Until the twenty-first time.

Fire engulfed the manor. Seraphine and I were trapped in different wings. Kael could only save one of us.

"Kael!" I collapsed at the window, smoke choking my lungs. "I'm pregnant—please—"

He shifted into his panther form and bolted toward her room.

The guards dragged me out thirty minutes later. Third-degree burns across my back, lungs filled with ash, blood pooling beneath me.

No heartbeat.

Kael stood in the safe zone, holding an unscathed Seraphine in his arms. From the moment the flames erupted until they pulled me from the rubble, he never looked back.

Not once.

The twenty-first dissolution was my choice.

There won't be a twenty-second.

I hid my identity and pretended to be a country bumpkin by Christopher's side, caring for him and healing him. I never expected that the first thing Christopher would do after his recovery was dump me.

On the day my half-sister and I shared our birthday, he made a grand appearance at her party while leaving me to be mocked and ridiculed by everyone: "A country bumpkin doesn't deserve to be Christopher's wife. Go back to the countryside where you belong."

I just smiled. If not for repaying the debt I owed Christopher, I would never have stayed here in the first place. Any one of my hidden identities was someone they could only look up to.

No one expected I'd have the backbone to throw the divorce papers in Christopher's face, declaring that I was the one leaving him!

When I gave birth to my child Leo, my Alpha husband Gideon didn’t even show up. Instead, his ex girlfriend Daphne walked in and ripped my child from me. It turns out that he misunderstood and hated me ever since we mated and just need my genes to get the strongest Alpha heir from the prophecy. Daphne took the chance to put my wolf into dormancy and kicked me out to the rogue forest… Luckily, I was saved by the Alpha Prince who live in seclusion, and found out I have another child that was about to be born….
Seven years later, I returned to the pack to see my son, hiding who I really am and the fact I have my daughter Nova.
But why did everything turned out to be different from what I believed?

[Where is Bryce?] I signed.

Serena's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Looking for your husband?" She tilted the phone away from her face, panning across the rumpled sheets until the camera revealed Bryce.
 
He was naked, sprawled across the king-sized bed, fast asleep. One arm stretched beneath Serena's neck, the other hand rested possessively on her bare breast.

"He's exhausted," Serena whispered, the camera returning to her smirking face. "We've been at it for hours. Did you know he calls my name when he comes? Has he ever done that with you?"

Evelyn lost her voice due to an accident in her childhood, which made her the mute wife when married to Bryce Finch. After three years of marriage, her husband ignored her, her mother-in-law despised her, and her husband's lover humiliated her. On her birthday, Evelyn recorded the evidence of her husband's infidelity and decided to leave this marriage. Just then, she discovered that she was pregnant. What’s more, she found that there were still many secrets about herself that remained unsolved... Thus, she began her counterattack.

"What is the meaning of this?" I questioned still in disbelief. Where had it all gone wrong? We were happy, he respected me and so did I...I even fell in love with him so how could he do this to me?
"It's exactly what it says in the paper, Ciara"
"And what is that?" I stubbornly inquired.
Ryan had uttered those words I so desperately dreaded,"I want a divorce, Ciara"
Ciara is the heiress to her father's company but she left all of that to be in a contract marriage with Ryan. It was supposed to be a 'no-strings-attached' kind of feeling but, she couldn't help but fall in love with him. Just when she wanted to start a clean slate on their first anniversary, she was handed a divorce paper.
Ryan is a billionaire and a man with a hardened heart. He never saw Ciara as something more than just a 'fake wife' who was willing to help him out with a case. Deciding that he had had enough, Ryan hands Ciara a divorce paper setting himself free from her but 5 years later, he seems to have a change on heart and wants to win Ciara back at all cost.
But on his way to the office of the new investor of his company he is overcomed by a welling shock that the name of his new investor was Ciara. The same Ciara he'd known and once loved.
What happens when this two dual meets for the first time since their rough divorce? Would they rekindle their feelings or would they leave it at that?
Could second chance love prevail?

Freya's POV

Cold raindrops pelted my face, mixing with the stinging pain on my cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears.

The black Bentley's windows blocked out the noise from outside, but they couldn't block the chill radiating from the man in the back seat.

Blake Jenkins held an unlit cigar between his fingers, his eyes as cold as ice.

When his gaze swept over me, there wasn't a trace of warmth—only deep-seated hatred.

"Freya Stewart, remember your place."

His voice was low and hoarse, each word drilling clearly into my ears.

"Starting today, you're no longer the adopted daughter the Jenkins family doted on. Now you're just a nanny, a servant to wait on Lena."

My body trembled violently, my fingers clutching desperately at the hem of my clothes.

I lifted my head, eyes red and rimmed with tears, my voice shaking uncontrollably: "Blake, you went through all this trouble to find me just to make me a nanny for you and Lena Johnson? Why should I? What happened back then..."

"Shut up!" Blake cut me off sharply, crushing the cigar hard into the ashtray.

"You still dare bring up what happened back then? If it weren't for you, how would my parents have died so horribly? I almost didn't survive either! If it weren't for your gambling-addicted father, how would Lena have ended up disabled, stuck in a wheelchair for life!"

Blake's keeping me locked up in a villa outside the city, with a dozen bodyguards watching me around the clock. They won't let me step foot outside my room.

He once promised Vanessa, the woman he never got over, that he'd give her company shares and his estate. Now she's back after her divorce, pregnant, crying to Blake that I threatened her, told her to give up what he promised, and that I wanted to hurt her and her baby.

Blake believed her.

He's convinced I'm evil and gold-digging. He locked me up here while he stays at the hospital, never leaving Vanessa's side.

I'm going into sudden labor, crying and begging him to let me go to a hospital. I swear I never wanted those things, never hurt her.

Blake just sneers. "You're such a liar. I don't believe a single word from someone as vicious as you. After Vanessa delivers, I'll get you a doctor. Stop trying to fool me."

But when he finally sees my body, he completely falls apart.

Rebirth with a twist.
Fawn Jones doesn’t get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn’s last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife’s face is softer, sharper, funnier… and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra’s money, Cassandra’s reputation… and Cassandra’s husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn’t stand his wife and now can’t seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she’s awake. And she’s not done.

WARNING!!! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY
The stories in this collection are highly raw, explicit content. SIN SO SWEET, takes you on a fuckathon, scenes you can visualise, bringing you into a world of forbidden cravings, intense seduction, dirty talks, NO fades to black, don't expect gentle caresses. Lust, power, and risk work together to bring pleasure.
In this collection, you'll find a dominant coach who breeds his student in a competition pool, publicly risking everything. To a warehouse ritual of a woman who offers herself to five Mafia kingpins, filled and dripped with their collective sins. A horny cop pullsover a driver to fuck. Seductive secretary banged on a conference table, balcony creampies. Taboo summer where a preacher's kid, and camp rebel defiles sacred space with heated desire. A college student making out with her father's friends. Truth or dare that turns into a Fuck fest. Masturbating to seduce a neighbor. Daring fuck with a massage therapist with husband next door. Crazy sister in-law who satisfied her sister's husband right in her presence. A celebrity who turns a devoted fan to her sex toy, Ship's captain is honoured to pleasure a group of hot girls on his deck.
These stories don't hold back. Watch out for domination, oral sex, corporate affairs, multiple partners, bdsm, taboo sex, forbidden pleasure, outdoor sex, gangbang, threesome, cheating partner, age gaps, deep throating, Milf seduction and fantasies. If you are a fan of erotica that gets you horny, hold onto your sex toy because these stories will get you wet. Open this book But be warned. Once you start no stopping until every filthy page is devoured.

Her relentless stalker proves to be an enigma far more profound once his clandestine truth is laid bare.

Arianna
My fascination with dark narratives invited more than just stories into my life – it summoned a shadow. He watches, he sends messages, and every attempt to escape his gaze crumbles as evidence vanishes. I was terrified, yet when true danger struck, threatening to steal me away, he emerged like a dark knight, snatching me from the brink. Now, I run from the very man who saved me, battling a terrifying truth: he won't let me go, and my heart struggles against the dangerous, forbidden pull he has on my soul.

Vincent
She belongs to me; it's a fundamental truth the world will soon understand. Her spirit, bright as it is, craves the very darkness within me, and I will burn the world to protect that fragile desire. Let them call me a stalker, a monster; I am her shield, her destiny. Any fool who dares to lay a hand on what is mine will learn the true meaning of pain. I've saved her, I've watched her, and now I will claim her, proving that I am the only man she truly needs, the only one who truly sees her.

WARNING Dark Stalker Romance novel | R18

Raven Blaire is no ordinary profiler.

Brilliant, relentless, and haunted, her sharp instincts were born the night her twin sister, Zara, was murdered, and her killer vanished without a trace.

Years later, Raven is called back into the shadows when a string of high-profile murders rocks the city. Each victim is powerful. Each crime scene a macabre work of art. Each death tied to one of the seven deadly sins.

At the center of the storm stands Elijah Cross, a reclusive billionaire whose company links him to the victims. Cold, magnetic, and impossible to read, Elijah unsettles Raven from their very first encounter. His answers are too perfect, his gaze too knowing. And beneath it all, he feels unnervingly familiar.

As Raven dives deeper into the case, she’s taunted with evidence that her sister’s killer has returned. Every clue drags her further into the secret underworld of The Crimson Verse, a society of elites obsessed with “moral purification.” And again and again, Elijah is there—near the victims, near her, and in her head.

But when Raven uncovers a manifesto in Elijah’s home that predates the murders, everything shatters. Is he the mastermind she’s hunting or the only man who can help her stop the real killer?

Bound by a dangerous attraction and hunted by a sadistic murderer who knows their every weakness, Raven and Elijah must navigate a treacherous game where love, lies, and blood are indistinguishable. One truth becomes undeniable: the Sin Collector isn’t finished, and Raven may be his final masterpiece.

Ivy Sinclair's life spiralled when she was forced to engage with a ruthless billionaire; Cassian Wolfe.
When she finds her soon--be fiancé in bed with her best friend, she believes ttohe engagement will never happen.

But she was wrong.

Her parents chose to believe the billionaire over her.
Torn by this situation, she found solace in the one person she shouldn't run to.

Adrian Veynar.
Her father's foster son.

Ashley thought she could outrun her past—but a broken-down car on a deserted highway throws her into a brutal biker ambush.
Her world collides with the Steel Vipers MC, a brotherhood bound by steel, loyalty, and danger. Rescued by four men—Nolan, the commanding President; Jax, the scarred Enforcer; Ace, the silver-tongued VP; and Cole, the reckless Prospect—Ashley is pulled into their world... and into their hearts.
With rival gangs, a ruthless cartel, an obsessed ex, and a relentless detective closing in, trust turns to temptation, desire, and a forbidden bond with all four men.
On the open road, survival isn't guaranteed... but wild, dangerous love just might be.


"You don't get to choose who I protect," Nolan growled, blood dripping from his ribs. "You just get to live with the fact that you're worth dying for."
Ace's grin cut through the smoke: "Careful, princess—keep showing off like that and I might have to claim you right here on the bar."
Jax pressed his forehead to hers, gunfire echoing behind them: "I don't promise, Ashley. I deliver. And tonight, you're mine to deliver alive."
Cole's voice slid over the phone: "The desert swallows secrets, querida—but it won't swallow you. I'm coming to dig you out of their bones."

“Temptation has no rules.”

Forty-five-year-old billionaire CEO and former athlete Xavier Cole has built his empire on control, power, and pleasure. But even the most disciplined sinner meets his downfall. Despite a brotherly bond with his two best friends, Xavier succumbs to forbidden temptation—first with the seductive Kendra Sterling, the wild twenty-one-year-old daughter of one friend. Yet his sins deepen when an innocent kiss with Jessica Samuels, the shy, soft-hearted daughter of his other friend, ignites a passion he can’t escape.

Desire soon spirals into chaos. Love, lust, and betrayal intertwine, shattering trust, breaking families, and exposing the darkest corners of their hearts. In a world where passion defies loyalty, love itself becomes the greatest sin.

Sin, a manipulative, flirty demon king who is determined to get what he wants and what he wants, is her.

Amaya, a fiery beauty who tries to blend into the background and fails as two men are drawn to her and fight to make her theirs.

Lazarus, a socially awkward and abused demon wanting to break free of his mother's grasp and be free to be with the woman he loves.

A fight for a throne and a debt needing to be repaid the three are thrown into an adventure of a lifetime as they travel in time, and between Earth, Hell and Heaven's planes in an attempt to save magic, the throne of hell and correcting the mistakes of the past.

Loyalties are tested and mistakes are made as they learn more about each other and what the truth really is.

Chloe Davenport and Benjamin Grayson grew up in a small, country town in Oklahoma. Each lived on the separate sides of the tracks. On one side, Chloe played the perfect daughter. Her father was a preacher, and was expected to be a proper lady. Tired of being good, she takes a walk on the wild side. Benjamin was the badboy of the town. He always had a beautiful woman on his arm everywhere he went. When he sees Chloe walking onto the wrong side of the tracks, she is immediately on his radar. Benjamin is the town trash and Chloe is miss goodie two shoes. What happens when one encounter leads to another? It sparks a beautiful friendship between two people from different lifestyles. Chloe is the light and fluffy vanilla and Benjamin is the dark chocolate syrup that taints the innocence.

Her mate asked her to have another man's baby. So she chose his greatest enemy.

Storm Woods believed Marcus when he said he was infertile. She believed him when he said their future depended on her bearing another man's child. She was a fool.

Discovering his plot was a lie to frame her for infidelity so he can safely reject her as his mste without tainting his reputation, Storm turns his scheme against him. She goes to his brother, the powerful Alpha Anders, with a proposal: let me give you the heir that will crush my mate, and make me your Luna.

Anders agrees, but this new alliance is far more dangerous than she imagined. Because Anders doesn't just see a useful tool; he sees the only woman who can awaken his wolf that had gone dormant after the death of his first mate. And now that she's in his bed, he has no intention of ever letting her go.

“You’re the Donovan heir?” Sulien sneered.

“Why? Are you disappointed?”

A pause. Then, almost teasing XL continued—

“Aren’t you supposed to be straight?”

“...Who told you that?”

…

Sulien, a man who has always wielded control, finds his world tilting when this young, ‘weak-looking’ guy challenges everything from his dominance to his sexuality.

Tia never wanted to marry Adam Black But she had no choice, and he certainly didn’t want her at least not at first. Forced into marriage by his grandmother’s wishes, Adam treated her coldly, harshly, and without mercy, while Tia, gentle and soft-hearted, endured it all.

They both fell in love but will that love last forever??

Watch out for the beautiful story of Adam black And Tia Nelson

She has fallen in love with a character from a book she has read a thousand times and after an incident, has awakened in her arms, but who knew that one's opinion could change so much upon seeing the actions of such a being up close.
Even though she no longer sees him romantically, she wants to save him and his little son, she wants to give everyone a happy ending, but... what if they are right in the middle of THEIR happy ending? It should be okay, right? After all...
This was never a story about King Callisto.

Julian Dale’s black card is declined for the first time in his life - the same night his ruthless father cuts him off and forces him into a six-month marriage with icy Parisian heiress, Rosemary Laurent, or he loses everything.
Their private deal is simple: two months of public perfection, then four months apart before announcing their split.
But when hate turns into scorching desire and dangerous secrets surface, walking away might cost them far more than their empires - it might cost them each other.

Betrayed by her fiancé, Lyanna Raivier was sacrificed to the Black Dragon Clan. Instead of executing her, the ruthless Dragon Lord Zaden Drachen fell for her fierce spirit, married her, and protected her for three years.
Lyanna discovered she was the last descendant of the ancient Caretakers, a lineage that once balanced all magic.
She made it her goal to rebuild their grand academy and unite the world. Though the rival clans mocked her as a barren human, her heritage allowed her to give birth to a miracle child, a legendary Star-Dragon pup with the power of all four clans.
The mockery turned to obsession. Realising her bloodline created gods, the wolf kings, mermen princes, and human lords descended upon the court with desperate marriage proposals.

“They took her again?”

“…Yes, my Lord.”

“How disappointing.”

“My Lord?”

“I spared their kingdoms. I ignored their obsession. I tolerated their pathetic marriage proposals.”

“Please calm yourself-“

“Calm?”

“If Lady Lyanna is harmed-“

“If a single tear falls from her eyes, I will rip apart every kingdom until their names are forgotten.”

“My Lord, we’ve identified the kidnapper.”

“…Who?”

“It can’t be.”

“My Lord?”

“No. He should be dead.”

For fifteen years, Anastasia Stafford lived a life defined by a single, cruel purpose: to serve as a living blood bank for her adopted sister.

She gave everything—her health, her talent, and her dignity—only to be discarded and betrayed by the very family she tried so hard to please.

Her first life ended in tragedy, falling from a building with nothing but regret.

But fate has granted her a second chance.

Waking up on her twenty-third birthday, Anastasia decides she is done being the silent victim.

She steps away from the toxic Stafford Family and turns to the one thing they could never take from her: her extraordinary talent for design.

She catches the eye of Richard Roosevelt , a powerful CEO who offers her a partnership rather than pity.

Anastasia is no longer just surviving;

she is systematically dismantling the family that ruined her ，and hunting for the truth behind her mother’s death.

For five years, Elara was the "peasant" wife, the woman who gave her kidney to save Shawn’s life, only to be rewarded with his cold indifference and his family’s verbal abuse. She was the dutiful housewife, hiding her true identity as the world’s most feared cybersecurity genius, and the secret heiress to a global empire. She stayed for love. She stayed for the hope of a family.

But hope dies in a cold swimming pool.

When Shawn pushes a pregnant Elara into the water to save his mistress, he not only breaks her heart, he kills the only thing she had left to love.

Waking up in a hospital bed with an empty womb and a frozen heart, Elara is done playing nice. As Shawn prepares to discard her for his mistress, he’s met not with a weeping wife, but with the arrival of five of the most powerful men in the world—Elara’s brothers.

Now, the "peasant" is the predator. While Shawn’s empire begins to crumble under a mysterious cyber-attack, he finds himself desperately chasing the woman he once despised. But Elara has already moved on to a man who never had to be taught her value.

Nyra Vale was born without a wolf, and rejected by the one man fate chose for her.

When her Alpha mate turns his back on her, Nyra leaves her pack with nothing but a broken heart and the gift of healing she was never allowed to be proud of. She disappears into the wild, determined to survive on her own.

But fate is not done with her yet.

Wounded and close to death, Nyra is saved by Rowan, a powerful Lycan who has long given up hope of finding a mate. In his territory, she finds safety, strength, and a man who does not look at her like she is lacking.

As a deadly curse begins to spread through the packs, Nyra’s healing becomes the one thing that can stop it. The Alpha who once rejected her must now kneel before her for help. But some bonds, once broken, can never be healed.

She will save them all.
She just won’t give her heart away again.

The day I came home carrying the Royal Pack's highest honor, the one that names its strongest warrior, I pictured Irene's proud smile waiting for me, and Chase's arms wrapping around me.

Then I cross into Crescent Moon Pack territory and the smell hits me. Blood, thick enough to make me gag.

I claw through the scorched wreckage like something possessed, not even noticing my nails tearing, blood running down my fingers.

And then I find her. Irene, the one person who'd ever shown me real kindness, lying in the ash. Not breathing. Gone.

Three scents linger in the air, all of them familiar: Garrett. Ivy. And Chase.

I follow the scent to the lakeside lodge, and that's when I hear Chase, his voice dripping with that same gentle warmth I used to love. "Who cares about Irene, as long as you're happy."

Something in my head just snaps.

"Traitors don't get to live."

Tonight, they're all going to join Irene in death.

To fulfill my twin sister Chloe’s arranged marriage, I became Landon Moore’s stand-in bride.
For three years, I played the role of the gentle, obedient wife—cooking soup to warm his stomach, sharing his bed on lonely nights, and even taking care of his beloved ‘sister’, Shannon. When he was drunk and stumbled into my room, I endured it all in silence.
Everyone mocked me for being pathetic, a dog begging for scraps of affection. Even Landon sneered coldly, “I will never love you.”
Until the day he stabbed me three times—for Shannon. The world blurred into a sea of blood. I smiled as I closed my eyes, took the fifty million he transferred to me, and vanished without a trace.
Years later, he found me deep in the mountains, kneeling in the mud like a madman, begging me to come home. But by then, I had built schools, with my grandmother, lived a life that glowed with its own light.
His eyes were red as he whispered, “What will it take for you to forgive me?” I placed a trembling hand on the

At her own birthday banquet, another woman was the star of the night.
She stood at the door and watched her husband crown his "friend" with a diamond-studded tiara — the very gift she thought was meant for her.
On the stage, he smiled tenderly. Their daughter laughed and danced. She alone was the uninvited stranger.
For six years, she gave up a brilliant research career to become his housewife — and received not a single word of gratitude.
When her heart finally went cold, she walked away, leaving nothing behind but a divorce agreement.
Then she returned to the lab — and stunned the world as a leading scientist. No more shrinking herself for anyone. She became herself again.
And the man who once treated her like air cornered her with red-rimmed eyes:
"Darling, I was wrong. Please come home."

I died in a rainy day. For twenty-eight years, I clung desperately to my adoptive family, craving nothing but warmth and a home. Yet all my devotion was nothing but a joke.
Everyone in the household loathed me, quick to side with my adoptive sister Isabelle over every lie she spun. I gave my whole heart to my fiancé Damien Sterling, believing he would be my salvation. But when the truth surfaced, he looked at me like I was filth beneath his shoes, his face twisted with contempt.
“You were never more than a distraction,” he snarled. “Isabelle is the only one I love. Can’t you see how tainted you are?”
Those words shattered me more than any injury. Abandoned by everyone I cared about, I had nowhere left to turn before they arranged my death.
But somehow, I’m twenty-two again—returned to that fateful year before all my nightmares unfolded.This time, I’ll burn down everyone who destroyed me.

For two years, I lived as Mrs. Thorne, a title that felt more like a cage than a crown. I loved my husband, Caspian, with a desperate hope, clinging to the belief that our arranged marriage could become real. I thought the baby I was carrying would finally melt his frozen heart.
I was wrong. A leaked photo of him with another woman shattered my world. A cruel recording of his voice confirmed it: “Nothing about Elara is ever urgent. I am only with her for the child.”
Then came the accident that took the one thing he actually cared about, our unborn son.
Now, I stand before the man who destroyed me. The divorce papers are on the table between us. He thinks I am still the weak woman who begged for his love.
He is wrong. My eyes are dry, my heart is cold, and I have only one demand for the father of my dead child.
“Bring back my baby, or sign this divorce paper.”

She was betrayed, she rejected him. The reason? She resulted a BARREN women whom Ace can't accept.
After three years of arrange marriage, Ace and Rica had found themselves in a bed—betraying Selene. She was mad but he show no love, however, when she signed up the divorce papers, things had been stumbling across her paths. She was PREGNANT! How come if she's infertile?
Is she going to tell Ace that she's pregnant with his child? Absolutely no! But what if Ace will know that she is? And decided to chase her? Will everything be alright? Do Selene were ready to forgive him? How are they going to make things work out this time?

My daughter was taken by rogues, and my husband didn't care.

But when his childhood friend went missing in another attack, he spared no expense searching for her.

I searched for our daughter alone. When I died in the wilderness, I'd been looking for fifty years.

As I bled out that day, I had only one thought—I'm sorry, Lily. I'm so sorry I couldn't find you.

Then I opened my eyes and found myself fifty years in the past, the night before the nightmare began.

I was hospitalized with a high fever, and my boyfriend stayed by my side 24/7.
The nurses all praised him as the "perfect boyfriend," and 5 million live stream viewers were green with envy.
He looked into the camera and poured his heart out: "She's my entire world. I could never leave her, not in this lifetime."
Tears streamed down my face as I felt like the luckiest woman alive.
Until 2 AM, when his phone buzzed with a message:
"Miss you 💋"
He thought I was fast asleep.
I wished I was just dreaming.