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“Say that you hate me!”

“Say that I hurt you and that you fear me just like everybody else in this dumb pack.”

The rage dripping from his voice tears a hole
in my heart that hurts more than the fire
he just burned my skin with.

But I know him too well to not recognize
the pain in his eyes.

“Why can’t you just be like everybody else?!”

I know him better than anyone and I know
that he is just being mean because he wants
that I drop him for his twin.

But as soon as my wolf will finally awaken,
I’ll show him that I’m fated to be with both of them.


Sequel to "When They Touch Me" - Can be read as standalone.

Love is not part of why Kane Beaumont marries Emilia Taylor.
It was purely a contract deal to him and nothing more. Saving her family's business from the claws of evil loan sharks is Emilia's motive for marrying a man she barely knew.
However, she doesn't count on being hopelessly attracted to him even when he treats her like a worthless peasant.
Their relationship is chaotic, thanks to Kane's lover who is determined to ruin any opportunity of their romance ever blooming.
Even if it means putting Emilia's life in danger, setting her up, and turning the world against her.
When sparks begin to fly between Kane and Emilia after an unfortunate accident, their relationship goes through a tough test that destroys the tiny flames of love burning between them.
Will love eventually find a way in the end or will this marriage continue to be a high-stakes business deal with dangerous rewards?

"Tell me, who owns this dripping needy p***y?" he growled, driving her wild with his fingers, her legs shaking as the pleasure hit hard "Answer me, Lina!"
"You…" she cried ecstatically.
"Not good enough." He grunted, pushing her skirt higher and landing a stinging smack that made her gasp. "Say it like you mean it."
"You… you own every inch of it, Daddy. Please… please don't stop."
He's the alpha—dangerous, untouchable, and whispered to be gay because he's refused to take a Luna. Forced to go undercover as a professor at the prestigious college he owns, he never expected to be consumed by the fiery, irresistible new student who walked into his class. What he doesn't know is that she's on a mission—to kill him.
To her, he's the dangerously sexy professor whose touch left her aching for more after their first forbidden encounter. To him, she's the seductive temptress he can't get out of his mind—the one with the curves that drive him mad with lust.
But as their passion ignites into something uncontrollable, neither realizes the deadly secrets they're hiding are about to explode. Once their true identities are revealed, will it destroy them both, or fuel an even more dangerous desire?
But as their passion ignites into something uncontrollable, neither realizes the deadly secrets they’re hiding are about to explode. Once their true identities are revealed, will it destroy them both, or fuel an even more dangerous desire?

Chloe wasted ten years loving arrogant Zane. To win a Porsche bet, he publicly humiliated her, taking her devotion for granted. Finally awake, she cut him off and rebuilt herself as a brilliant top-university elite.
After losing her, Zane drowned in regret, begging desperately for her forgiveness. But it was too late. Chloe met the wealthy, gentle genius Liam, who healed all her wounds. Zane gambled with her heart—and lost her forever.

After I pulled every string to secure Caleb as my exclusive protégé during the faculty-student matching round.
He laid out three terms before agreeing to be my student.
First, cover all his grad school expenses.
Second, blank check for every mess he makes.
Third, no questions asked about his personal life.
The other tutors watching nearby thought his demands were totally absurd.
But I only gave a slow, quiet nod.
“Take good care of that face of yours.”

I've caught my fiancé Henry cheating ninety-nine times. And every single time, I forgave him.

That's because I have this rare condition—short-term memory loss. Every morning, I wake up with no memory of what happened the day before.

But then, out of nowhere, a car accident actually cured me.

I was so excited. I rushed over to tell Henry the good news, but stopped cold when I heard him outside the door, joking around with his friends:

"Didn't Judy get sick because she walked in on you and Kenna having sex?"

Olivia Parker, after she was forced on by an unknown man at the hospital where her sick father was just proclaimed dead, finds herself pregnant a month later.

Left with no other choice than to keep the pregnancy, she drops out of school at the age of 18.

Six years later, Olivia's son grew up to be the exact replica of her new boss... Damien Sterling!

"Who is his father?!" His voice echoed multiple times into her ears.

"I don't have one, talk to my mummy with respect!"

On Christmas Eve, my life took a turn, a negative turn.
My boyfriend, the one I had loved for three years, was cheating on me with his cousin. The woman I had spent three Christmas Eves celebrating with. The same person who had always cheered me up whenever I was stressed. How can someone be so two-faced?


"There's nothing we need to talk about. Everything seems clear to me, Raphael," I said.
"What you saw that day was a misunderstanding. It was nothing." He lied with determination.
"You, naked, wrapped around Rachel, your cousin, was a misunderstanding? What do you take me for? A fool?" I spat, unleashing all the rage inside me.
"Amy, I'm not lying to you. You misunderstood what you saw. If you had waited, I would have explained everything." He pressed on, trying to make me believe him.
"Fine. Explain it to me. Tell me why you and Rachel were naked, tangled up together on the same bed," I countered.
"It was a rehearsal, a rehearsal for a sex scene she wants to act in after the holidays," Raphael said shamelessly.
A smile flickered on my lips as I stared at him. This man had the audacity to lie to my face.
"Get out, Raphael. Get out of my sight," I commanded.

Hazel Montgomery is your average witch. She keeps to her rank within the demizen community, but pushes it’s limits with her on again off again relationship with a werewolf. And let’s not forget her connection to the dream realm where no one’s secrets are safe.

But the line becomes blurred when she catches the eye of Gabriel, a vampire with the name of angel. Suddenly, the boring life of a witch is filled with vampire drama and dark deeds. Forced into a blood oath, she doesn’t truly know how entangled she is until it’s too late. So deeply entangled that not even time will be able to separate them.

Can Hazel handle being torn between who she thought she was, who she wants to be and who she’s becoming.

Dona McNair thought her biggest problem was figuring out how to talk to August (Augie) Reynolds, the dreamy new hockey captain she’s been crushing on from a distance. But that all changes the day she finds out he’s her stepbrother. Now trapped in a tangled family mess with a boy who barely looks her way, Dona’s quiet life suddenly feels like a crazy soap opera.

Augie has a lot of secrets, and so does his father. The more Dona learns, the deeper she falls for him and for the truth. Between rivalries on the ice, forbidden romance and a criminal past that won’t stay buried, Dona and Augie are forced to choose: walk away or fight side by side. Forbidden love was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for your stepbrother, while exposing his father’s crimes.

Everyone at Harlow University knows Callum Voss. The starting point guard, the dean's favorite headache, the boy whose smile has cleared more disciplinary hearings than any lawyer on retainer. He is the kind of person the campus bends around without being asked.

Nobody knows Wren Aldae. That is entirely on purpose.

Wren has spent two years building a life at Harlow that no one can touch: one close friend, zero social media, a journalism scholarship that pays tuition, and a rule about never writing stories that could blow back on her personally.

Then Callum Voss appears at her desk with a proposition. Someone has started a bet pool about his love life and the resulting media circus is one week away from costing him his athletic standing. He needs it to stop. She needs a front-page story before the scholarship committee meets. A fake relationship with a visible timeline and a clean public ending would solve both problems.

Wren knows better than to say yes. She says yes anyway.

Neither of them accounts for the fact that proximity is its own kind of problem.

Nora Vale inherits three million dollars and a ruined seaside motel from an aunt her family called impossible.

She tells no one. Not even Rowan, her exhausted mechanic husband, who has spent years letting his family drain him dry.

Instead, Nora tells one dangerous lie: her design studio has collapsed, and she has lost everything.

Rowan does not blame her. He does not leave. He takes her hand and says, "Then we rebuild. You and me."

But the inheritance is not just money. Harbor Mile Motel hides records of a predatory company buying coastal properties through debt, fear, and family pressure. Rowan's brother is involved. Nora's aunt may not have died as quietly as everyone believed.

Now Nora must learn that money can buy time, repairs, and lawyers, but it cannot buy trust. And Rowan must decide whether the woman who lied to test his love is still the woman he wants to build a future with.

Nora Vale inherits three million dollars and a ruined seaside motel from an aunt her family called impossible.

She tells no one. Not even Rowan, her exhausted mechanic husband, who has spent years letting his family drain him dry.

Instead, Nora tells one dangerous lie: her design studio has collapsed, and she has lost everything.

Rowan does not blame her. He does not leave. He takes her hand and says, "Then we rebuild. You and me."

But the inheritance is not just money. Harbor Mile Motel hides records of a predatory company buying coastal properties through debt, fear, and family pressure. Rowan's brother is involved. Nora's aunt may not have died as quietly as everyone believed.

Now Nora must learn that money can buy time, repairs, and lawyers, but it cannot buy trust. And Rowan must decide whether the woman who lied to test his love is still the woman he wants to build a future with.

Ethan Calloway and I had been together for eight years. Married for three—or so everyone thought.
We had the ceremony. The hospital chapel, the white dress, his boss giving a toast. But we never made it to City Hall to sign the papers. He promised we would. Eighteen times.
Every time, something came up. Or rather, someone came up—his young protégée, Chloe. She needed him at the hospital. She needed him at the conference. She needed him at dinner.
I drank on his behalf at every work function. I wrote the surgical plans he presented as his own. I waited in an empty apartment while he drove her home.
The nineteenth time he tried to reschedule, I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I just booked a one-way ticket to the one city he'd never follow me to.
He made eighteen promises. I only needed to break one.

By an accident, she became the glamorous daughter of Ocean family. When the real daughter comes back, she, as the false daughter, she neatly leaves this time. After being bullied by them, she decides to take what was taken from her past life and holds it firmly in her own hands. Dealing the bitch, kicking cheating philandering men, then goes to the top. She thought she would be alone all the time, but she never thought there is lifetime love awaiting for her...

“Come to the bed,” he said. He looked dangerously handsome My felt my body shaking with the reality of my situation. I am going to sleep with a sexy STRANGER, my first GUEST. He sneered, “Are you really going to keep this innocent act up? Some guys may like that, but it’s not really my thing.” he breathed as his face closed in on mine. “I…” I tried to say. “I won’t kiss you,” he continued. “This is just a business deal after all.” Right. It’s just a business deal. I slowly pulled my back, trying to hide my nervousness. But then I looked over to see the danger in his eyes melt away. Suddenly, someone else was there. He seemed truly shocked, like he’d seen a ghost. I heard he whispered another woman’s name, but before I could say anything, his lips descended on mine and caught them in a fiery passionate kiss. I thought it was just one-off deal, but little did I knew, I’ve just past the point of no return… ***** Emma Wells, a college girl who's about to graduate. She was abused and tortured by her stepmother Jane and stepsister Anna. The only hope in her life was her prince-like boyfriend Matthew David, who said to make the happiest woman around this world. However, her world was completely crashed down when her stepmother took $50000 as the betrothal gift from an old man and agreed to marry her off. Even worse, she found her dear boyfriend cheated with her roommate Vivian Stone. Walking on the street under the pouring rain, she was desperate and hopeless... Clenching her fists, she decided. If she was doomed to be sold out, then she'll be her own seller. Rushed into the street and stopping in front of a luxurious car, she just wondered how much her virginity would worth...

SYNOPSIS:
Marry him or watch your life burn; that was the deal. I chose survival…but I never expected to fall.

Hannah Redford has always been the outcast; scorned by her family, overshadowed by her perfect sister, and starving for love she’s never known. One reckless night to forget her pain lands her in bed with a stranger, only for that stranger to turn out to be Timothy Blackwood, her sister’s secret billionaire boyfriend and heir to the Newleaf empire.
But the scandal doesn't end there.
Trapped in a web of manipulation spun by Timothy’s envious best friend and his power-hungry stepmother, Hannah is forced into an arranged marriage with the man who despises her. What begins as hate and blame quickly spirals into something far more dangerous: desire, betrayal, and a devastating secret pregnancy.
When Hannah vanishes with his unborn child, Timothy is left to untangle the truth too late and he’ll stop at nothing to get her back.
As old flames return, alliances shift, and murder plots unfold, Hannah and Timothy must decide: will love survive the lies, or will everything burn in the billionaire’s war for redemption?

"Do not dare to act like my wife..."He grabbed her forearm and hushed dangerously into her ear.

Cold shiver ran through her veins as she closed her eyes to let the forming tears cascade down her eyes.

"But..I am your wife."she stuttered.

"Yeah a wife who took her sister's place to dig on my money, Rain Anderson."He jerked her with such force that she stumbled and fell on the sofa behind her.

She squeezed shut her eyes and let the remaining moisture release her eye sockets.

She had suffered his insults and abuses for long two years for a promise which she gave to her parents and sake of the holy vows she took with him but finally her last string of patience broke.

She couldn't let him play with her self respect.

She wiped her tear stricken face and stood up to match his level.It was the time when she must face him to save their marriage and give him a taste of his own medicine if she wanted to get her love and self respect back.

"Its Mrs. Rain Blackwood,Mr. Nicholas Blackwood now whose bitch of a sister and your fiancee ran away on the day of your marriage with her boyfriend and I had to take her place to save our families' reputation.So, better you keept it in your mind before judging my character. "She breathed out and left her husband, Nicholas Blackwood in complete shock.

He stood there like a stone statue as it was the first time she rose against his tortures.

"Take off the dress," his voice was low, commanding and dangerous.

My heart thudded in my chest. "Sir Diego...?"

His eyes bore into mine hungrily, raw and deadly." The moment I slept with you in that club, your body became mine.

"You can’t do this," I whispered, trembling. "I’m.."

"Ellie’s little sister?" He stood slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. "She never told me you were this... breathtaking."

His fingers brushed my jaw, rough yet delicate. "The moment i had you under my skin, I stopped caring if you were my wife's sister.

I should’ve run. I should’ve screamed.

But all I could do… was breathe his name.
"Diego..."

After her father’s empire crumbled and her mother fell gravely ill, Lyla Reynolds was forced into a life she never imagined, working at an exclusive club to survive. She kept her head down, heart closed, and secrets buried.

Until one night, a mysterious VIP client paid $10 million just to have her.

Nervous and shaken, Lyla stepped into the dimly lit hotel suite, unaware that everything was about to change.

The man sitting in that room wasn’t a stranger.

He was my sister’s husband.

"Adeline will replace Iris as my wife and Luna of the pack."
I spent my whole life loving Theodore from afar, knowing he belonged to my sister. I never dared to dream beyond stolen glances and silent wishes—until the night before their wedding, when Iris disappeared, leaving only a note saying she had run away with the love of her life.
Forced by my father and a heartbroken Theodore, I stepped into her place. But no one knew that, in a haze of grief and too much wine, Theodore had unknowingly marked me as his Chosen Mate.
Our marriage is a storm of guilt, rage, and forbidden desire. To Theodore, I am nothing more than a tool to secure his power and a reminder of my sister's betrayal. He resents me, punishes me, yet can't seem to stay away. And I, despite knowing his heart belongs to her, can't stop myself from wanting him.
Then Iris returns. She wants him back, and suddenly, I am the outsider—the woman who stole what was meant to be hers. The whispers begin, the stares burn, and Theodore… hesitates.
But just when I prepare to walk away, my true Fated Mate—a ruthless Northern King—appears, shattering every bond I thought was unbreakable. Theodore's possessiveness ignites, his obsession consumes him. He will fight for me, bleed for me, even if it means destroying us both.
Now, I am caught between a man who refuses to let me go and a mate I was destined to be with.
But when the dust settles, who will truly be mine?

Betty would do anything for her family even if it was at the cost of her own happiness but then what happens, when she is to sleep with her sister's husband, to bear a son in her stead?

Her sister's husband had always been her crush and when she thought he finally reciprocated the forbidden feelings, he pulled the plug and crushed her heart.

Now she was back for revenge.

He says as he runs a finger up and down my arm. “I have genuine feelings for you and would like to start a real relationship with you.”
“Sorry, what did you say?” I said with shock and surprise in my voice.
“I think that I am falling in love with you.” He says just as he leans into me claiming my lips with his own. Returning the kiss of the man that I not only admired from afar but also developed feelings for. The kiss became deep and full of passion in which we then started to undress each other. He then placing me on is desk started to eat me out while his hands and fingers explored the rest of my body. When he was satisfied, he then slammed into me.
“AHHH, OH YES, PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!”

Aston obeyed my command and didn’t in any way shape or form stop viciously banging the living day lights right out of me. To me this was the best sex that I have ever had. “YOU ARE MINE REMY, DO HEAR ME, MINE AND NO ONE ELSES. NO ONE CAN EVER HAVE YOU. YOU…... ARE……MIME!!!” He said the last three words slamming into as he said each word. After releasing into me, which I then just noticed that he wasn’t wearing a condemn and not to mention that the is a married man, I thought that he was a happily married man. Whenever his wife came into the bar to visit him to either bring him dinner or to help out wherever she could. I guess with what just happened and his confession I was dead wrong... “Remy?” I turned around with my hand still on the doorknob. “Remember you are MINE, and no other man better touch you!!!”

For five years, I was nothing more than my sister's stand-in.

In our marriage bed, he whispered her name, not mine. When his true love—my sister—fell gravely ill, he didn't hesitate. He forced me onto the operating table and took my kidney to save her life.

Lying broken in a hospital bed, I learned the final, soul-crushing truth: he was also responsible for my grandfather's death, the only family I had left. My heart turned to ash.

He tossed divorce papers at me, thinking it was over. But fate had one last cruel twist in store.

I'm pregnant.

Her hands moved down his broad back, beckoning him to keep going as kissed her deeply. She detangled her tongue from his, to enable her to fully undress him. He released her and undressed when she tried to pull down his pants. Her gaze was fixed on his body, but she was taken aback when she noticed his huge member.

"You're huge, Gaby. This is my first time, so please be careful," she said gently, looking a little scared. He chuckled.

"Don't worry my love; the pain will be as little as possible, I'll be gentle." He paused, the he asked, "Are you sure you want this my love?" Her eyes widened; there was no way he was going to back down from this.

"Don't even give it a second thought, honey, You belong to me."

She ordered, "Come here, let me show you." She wrapped her legs tightly around him and moved to rub herself seductively against his massive cock when he climed back on top of her. She dug her hands in his hair and her tongue moved down his neck, leaving a wet trail.

"Fuck, Rosy, yes, I'm yours and you are fucking mine." He growled. After that, he pinned her to the bed and began to explore her body.


In a pack that produced almost all the Lunas in the region, where most of the females were mated to Alphas lived Rosalie Creed. Rosalie discovers that her sister's boyfriend is her mate, Alpha Tristan. Her sister refuses to let go of him because she wants to become Luna of his pack. Alpha Tristan rejects Rosalie and she accepts his rejection, sacrificing her mate to keep peace in the family and the pack.

She meets Alpha Gabriel who saves her life from rogues who tried to kill her. The son of the supreme Lycan King and next in line. They're not fated but are madly in love.

What happens when Rosalie finds her second chance mate or Gabriel finds his fated?

Will the moon goddess acknowledge their love and grant them a miracle or will their love be only but a sweet memory?

I never meant to betray my sister. But from the moment Adrian's dark, smoldering gaze met mine, he became my secret addiction. His touch sets me on fire, his possessiveness borders on obsession. And despite him being my sister's boyfriend, I'm powerless to stop.

Then there's Alexander. The charming guy I met on campus. He's everything Adrian isn't. He's sweet, kind, safe, and he makes no secret of how much he wants me.

With one boy, I'm breaking all the rules. With the other, I'm denying all my desires. But now I'm trapped between one love I can't have and another love I can't resist.

When Charlie's ghost couldn't let her younger sister Marlie live in peace, Marlie takes her sister Charlie's face to take revenge on Chad, Charlie's high school love and husband, together with his family members for the death of her sister.
Knowing so well the dark clouds surrounding the... family, she would stop at nothing to let her sister's soul rest in peace.
However, through that process, Marlie came to realize she was falling for her sister's husband and tried to suppress her feelings for him.
Not only that, but Marlie also realized that the person whom Chad had loved from the beginning and wanted to marry was her, and not Charlie, her late sister.
"Why do you have my sister and me in your wallet?" Marlie, having the face of her sister Charlie asked...
"I didn't keep it because of you. I kept it because of Marlie. She's the one I loved and wanted to marry since high school." Chad replied to Charlie [ Marlie ].
What will Marlie do after hearing this big Revelation that would turn all her plans upside down? Will she face her feelings or deny them?
Let's find out...

Emily Johnson, a bright-eyed 23-year-old graduate, has only been at AXSpaceline—a multi-trillion-dollar space exploration empire—for three months when her world turns upside down. Owned by none other than the enigmatic and dangerously charming Carlos Antonio himself.

Carlos isn’t just powerful—he’s magnetic. Women tremble in his presence, and Emily is no exception. Swept into a whirlwind romance with the boss himself, she falls fast—completely unaware that Carlos is not only married, but tied to two formidable sister wives: one currently behind bars, the other a ruthless queen in heels.

Now, caught in a storm of passion, power, and rivalry, Emily must navigate the dangerous game she never signed up for. Can she survive the tug of war Carlos has pulled her into—or will she lose herself in the chaos?


Note: This story is told from multiple POVs. Please check out Book One first "Sisters". Thank you!

I was on the streets, until I wasn't. They took me, fed me, clothed me. For a time I was happy, until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me, until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers.

His name was Zero.

He wasn't just an enforcer. He was a stone blooded killer.

Meet the girl-

Beggar:-

I've never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don’t even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington has been my home since the day I was born. As the years went on by, I learnt to survive on these streets, I even learnt to smile.

Now meet

Zero:-

I know I should let it rest, but I can't drop it. I need to know her name. My gut is riding me hard. My instincts are telling me it's important.

I'm the enforcer. If there's even a thread that she's a danger to my club I need to know.

When Beggar saves Falon, she passes the biggest test of a Satan Sniper. Taken as a prospect, Beggar can finally get the life she wanted.

She gets more than she ever hoped to. A mans heart. But with secrets from her past and the man in question set of uncovering the dark that's plagued her. Will she learn that the enforcer of the Satan Snipers is more than able to handle anything. Even the reason she calls herself Beggar.

“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Soon to be husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do”

Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to hold, love, and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely.

It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands.

As soon as the words “I do” left my mouth I was certain, I just sealed my fate by marrying Alex Snow.

And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me sooner rather than later.

In a small town called “Snow”, known in all of Alaska for its huge illegal smuggling business on the border of America and Canada, Alex Snow; the new leader of the Snow clan that controls and dominates the smuggling territory, forces Jennifer Walker into marrying him against her will.

After his father gets murdered at the hands of Jenny’s father, Patrick Walker, the Snow clan vows to take their revenge on the whole Walker bloodline.

But killing the responsible man sends both families into a blood feud as both clans vow to make the other one pay.

The only way to stop that bloodbath from turning into a m******e, and claiming more innocent lives was a peace offering in the form of marriage from both families.

Jennifer’s world turns upside down as she turns out to be the one Alex Snow asked to marry specifically to stop that war.

Her only thought at that moment was “He is going to make my life a living hell”

The town Snow and everything it illegally represents is real inside the world I created in this book. It’s as real as you make it to be, but It doesn’t exist in real life

Blurb:

“Now honey, what was that about earlier?” Mom demands after a beat, her voice even. Controlled. Measured. Like she's always been.

I look at her. At her copperry red hair much like my own, conflicted. And my eyes water.

It's about how I can still feel Grayson's touch on my skin mum. How his tongue has done things to me. Things too unholy to describe.

About how the scent of him—the mere thought of him—makes me heady.

And now, you’re marrying his father?

Grayson's bad news for goddess’ sake!

I want to tell her all that, but I don't.

I Can't.

“You didn't even stop to think about it,” I say instead, not liking the crack in my voice at the end.

“Probably because there was nothing to think about,” mother shrugs, frowning in concern. “What is this really about Ginny?”

Ginny. The five letter syllable that somehow sounds so different—sinfully different—when he says it.

“You've been acting weird ever since I mentioned coming back.. Is there something I should know?” she probes.

And then..

Her face grows pale.


Ours is a story that was never meant to be written.

A broken symphony, A perfect imagery with cracks.

He was my living torment, I was his subject. His prey. His Forbidden fruit.

We weren't meant to love. To feel so deeply. To Burn.

But we did anyways.

And the inferno we created?

Blew out of proportion.

Destroying everything we once thought we knew.

Again, we weren't meant to love,

But our story was a destructive force of nature,

Bound by soul-ties that could not be denied.

The night before our engagement party, my fiancé gifted me a million-dollar yacht—with another woman's name carved on the hull.

Not mine. "Serena"—his first love, the one who got away.

Five years of patience. Five years of sacrifice. And this is what I get?

"Stop overreacting," Austin said without a hint of shame. "She's severely depressed. I'm just trying to comfort her."

Comfort her? What about me?

When Serena tried on what should've been my wedding dress, when Austin demanded I "be the bigger person" yet again—I finally snapped.

I threw the engagement ring. It cracked against his face.

Austin's hand shot up in fury.

The door exploded open.

Julian Cross—New York's most dangerous billionaire—stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a storm.

"You dare lay a hand on my woman?"

“You can’t marry him, Caitlyn. He’ll destroy you.”
“And what are you, Jaxon? My salvation? Or my biggest mistake?”

Caitlyn Vale, the priest's only daughter, is promised a perfect life—security, marriage, and a future without risk. It all very quickly spirals out of control, and behind the vows lies a world built on secrets, violence, and betrayal.

Drawn into a dangerous love she can’t resist, Caitlyn finds herself torn between the man who owns her and the outlaw who awakens her. With every choice, the walls close in, lies tighten, loyalties shatter, and desire burns hotter than fear.

When passion becomes rebellion and survival demands sacrifice, Caitlyn must decide: protect the life she was promised, or risk everything for the love that could save her.

"A man like me usually has patience. But with you, I’ve exhausted it all. Everyday, you leave me craving you, needing you in my bed like a mad man. Scarlet, what do you want from me?" He growled, staring deep into her green eyes. "Time." She whispered, her voice barely audible. I don' t have time!" His voice rumbled with slight annoyance and a hint of jealousy. "Your heart is torn between me and Brad, "Brad is my mate, my fated mate. And- "And who am I to you?" He pulled her closer to himself. "You’re mine, Scarlet. Every inch and depth of you is mine. And I won' t let that undeserving boy have you. May the best man win your heart."

Bullied and mocked her entire life, Scarlet always dreamed of the day she would find a mate. Someone to love and cherish her. But on her eighteenth birthday, she was rejected by the boy she was fated to love. Unusual red hair, awkward social life, and a complete nerd, she did not expect to be ever wanted again by anyone. But everything changed when she realized she was given a second chance mate—a lycan prince. Driven by jealousy, her first mate wants her back and the prince would rather die than let her go. Now desired by the two most powerful boys in college, what choice would she make? And how would she navigate her complex love life with them?

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.

Rejection, Moon Goddess, Omega, Alpha King, Alpha Queen, Soulless, Runt.
When Amberle Crest's mate rejects her on her eighteenth birthday, She realizes that living in a pack where the majority would rather use her as a slave than treat her as an equal is not worth the pain. She becomes the notorious wolf, Fire Foot, vowing that everyone would regret how they treated her, as she leaves her pack in the past.

Now a ghost forgotten by those that tormented her, Amberle does whatever it takes to survive as a lone wolf. A fateful day changes her lonely life to one full of happiness and hope--until ghosts from her past call for aid in ridding their pack of the Soulless who threatens all wolf kind.
Faced with new friends, old foes, and the threat of a building army, will Amberle be able to fight the ghosts of her past to cherish the pack she has found or will an old mate claim her before a second chance mate can show her what being treasured by someone is all about?
Rejection Series includes three books, Rejection on the Full Moon (Book 1), Rejecting the Future Moon Goddess (Book 2), and Rejection to the Alpha King's Daughter (Book 3).

Madam, your fetus is perfectly healthy, and all indicators are completely normal," Dr. Helena said with a smile as she looked at the image on the ultrasound machine.
"Really?" Emily slowly sat up on the hospital bed. She glanced down at her slightly swollen belly, gently placed her fingertips over it, and a look of worry crossed her face.
This was her second child. Her first pregnancy had also gone perfectly at every prenatal check-up, yet in the end…
"Everything is stable for now," Dr. Helena comforted her. "Rest assured, what happened last time was just an accident. Take good care of yourself this time, and come to the hospital right away if anything feels wrong."
The moment Emily thought of her first baby, a dull ache welled up in her heart.
It had been a baby boy.
Both of her children with her husband Watson were conceived through IVF.
When the first pregnancy succeeded, she had been overjoyed. She prepared the nursery, bought tiny baby clothes, and even started thinking of names.
But shortly after the baby was born, it passed away.

When I called my husband with trembling hands, clutching my cancer diagnosis, all I heard was his sweet laughter with his young, hot influencer girlfriend. Ten years of marriage, and when I needed him most, he chose betrayal.

In divorce court, I was painted as the "crazy ex-wife" while the entire internet mocked me. Everyone took their side. No one knew I was fighting for my life.

Until the day he finally learned the truth.

I died once.

Spent seventy years as a housewife the first time around. Biggest regret? Never felt my heart race.

Met her in this life, and that's when I learned what being alive actually meant. In this world where assassins pay in gold coins and seek sanctuary at Continental hotels, we became a duo called "Swans," hunting down the man who destroyed her family. Every single day, dancing on a razor's edge.

Two years ago, the explosion killed Raven Hayes right in front of me.

To survive, I married a naive tech heir, slipped into silk dresses and started doing the charity gala circuit, tried to convince myself this was the peace I wanted.

Until that enemy became a High Table member and announced a hundred-million-dollar bounty on me to the world.

I used to be scared. Used to run. Used to ask why it had to be me.

But sitting at my vanity, staring at this stranger's face in the mirror, all done up like some socialite, I suddenly realized none of it mattered anymore.

I'm going to die eventually anyway. Might as well die looking like myself.

He hung up on me while the killer's knife plunged into my body.

Seventeen seconds. That was our final call after seven years of marriage.

He was at the hospital with my "depressed" stepsister, convinced I was just being dramatic again. He didn't even let me finish.

I died that rainy night, taking a secret with me he'll never know.

Three days later, my husband—the city's chief medical examiner—caught a brutal case: female victim, face destroyed by acid.

He worked the autopsy with his usual precision. Methodical. Clinical. Until the facial reconstruction software completed its rendering.

When he recognized my face on that screen, blood exploded from his mouth.

He hit the floor hard.

There are no unmated males in our pack.
Every she-wolf in Hollowfen is promised to someone when she turns eighteen. We just don't get to know who until we walk into the Choosing Hall.
Girls go in wearing white. They come out flushed, shaking, barely able to stand. Some laugh. Some cry. None of them talk about what happens inside.
My sister Thessaly turned eighteen this spring. Gran told her she couldn't attend the Choosing.
She went anyway. She came back on shaking legs, with blood between her thighs and a smile she couldn't wipe off her face.

To Alpha Damien, Sophia was never a Luna—merely a breathing womb.
For years, she bore the weight of his cold indifference, trapped in a marriage where he only touched her on the "fertility days" his mother decreed.
While he flaunted his mistress Tiffany through the kingdom, Sophia was given a brutal ultimatum--
Return only when you carry a son.
She nearly lost her life giving birth to their daughter. But her suffering meant nothing—not to Damien, not to his vicious mother, and certainly not to a pack that saw her as nothing more than disposable breeding stock.
Now, pregnant again, Sophia overhears Damien's callous words:
She can handle the risks better than Tiffany.
In that moment, something in her snaps.
She's done being the obedient Luna.
Done enduring endless humiliation.
Done watching Tiffany poison their daughter's mind and steal the motherhood that should have been hers.
But escaping an Alpha is no easy feat—not when their bond refuses to break… and dark enemies lie in wait, hungry to seize control of her unborn heir.
Will Sophia reclaim her life, her daughter, and the wolf that’s been dormant inside her for far too long?
Or will the man she once loved burn every last thing she holds dear to the ground?

Six months after our bonding ceremony, I was ambushed by rogue wolves while searching for rare herbs in the Black Forest.
Their poisoned claws shredded my abdomen—and with it, any chance of ever carrying pups.
But my mate held my hand and wept. My mother swore she'd save me. My father said everything would be fine.
How pathetic—
Right before they wheeled me into surgery, I heard them through a cracked door, calmly discussing how to harvest my heart for the adopted sister who'd been waiting six months.
Turns out the "accident" was a gift from my loving family of four.
Turns out the last six months of "coming home" was just them fattening up my heart for harvest.
What they don't know? The voice memo on my phone caught everything.
What they really don't know? Six months from now, I'm coming back—
With a Dark Moon Alliance badge. And a heart much colder than the one they stole.
Shh. Listen.
That stolen heart? It's starting to reject.

What do you do when your sister's ex-boyfriend whom she dumped turns out to be a Spanish Prince and chooses to marry you to get revenge on her?


"This isn't fair," Leah screamed again. "Why on earth would Prince Estefan choose Rhea over me?"
Leah's eyes landed on me and her face turned red in anger. "You!" She pointed her finger at me. "You did this, didn't you? You must have said something to Estefan that's why he chose you. No wonder you were so negative about us getting married. I should have noticed it that time."
My eyes widened at her accusations. "Leah, What are you talking about? I don't know anything about this. Trust me, I don't want to get married to Estefan. All this came to me as a surprise."

"Stop pretending." She yelled at me and I jumped back in fear. "You have always wanted to be with Estefan that's why you got close to his sister. You and his sister must have done something to make him choose."

"What are you talking about? I did no such thing, I would never do something like that to you." I cried.

"Enough." She raised her hand to stop me. "I should have realized sooner that you are a green snake under the green grass, waiting for the right time to strike."

Adrian's wolf pushed harder against his control. Lila watched his pupils elongate, watched claws extend from his fingertips. The air in the corridor grew thick with power, with the wild dangerous energy of an Alpha on the edge.

"Adrian, listen to me." She dropped her bag and held up both hands. "You're losing control. If you shift here, guards will come. Celeste will come. Everyone will see."

"Let them see." He moved closer, each step deliberate. The bond between them pulsed with his wolf's hunger, with three months of suppressed need and denial. "Let them see my mate. Let them see what the Moon Goddess chose for me."

"That's your wolf talking. Not you."

"My wolf and I want the same thing." He backed her against the stone wall. His hands came up on either side of her head, caging her in. "We want you. We've always wanted you. Since the moment you dropped those flowers at the wedding and looked at us like your world was ending."

Lila pressed herself against the cold wall. Adrian loomed over her, massive and powerful and barely restrained. She could see the struggle in his face, human and wolf warring for dominance. His scent surrounded her, pine and snow and something wild that made her own wolf whimper with longing.

"I'm Celeste's sister."

"You're my mate."


Twenty-year-old Lila never expected to find her fated mate at her sister's wedding.
She definitely never expected him to be Adrian Blackthorn, the ruthless Alpha King who just married her older sister, Queen Celeste.
The mate bond snaps into place during the ceremony, but Adrian feels it too and his eyes promise silence.

The problem?
Someone in the palace knows their secret and plans to use it to destroy them both.

Innocent Sally Greens is made to replace her sister Renae at the altar in a bid to secure a very important partnership between her family and The ruthless Colbert Family. Her marriage is doomed before it even begins and soon enough she finds herself entangled in a web she created. On one hand is her loving obsessed husband and on the other hand is the promise she made to Renae in exchange for a sisterly love. The story uncovers a lot of dark secrets about the main objective of the marriage, family ties and deep rooted betrayal from hidden characters. Will innocent Sally evolve into a ruthless character to protect the ones she love?.

The day my sister and I came back to life, we made one call: swap fiancés.

Last time, Dad burned every favor he had to lock down two marriage deals for the family. One with a mafia family that runs the West Coast. The other with a corporate CEO.

My sister married the mafia leader. She was too gentle, too kind for a world that ran on blood and backstabbing. The man had a childhood friend who played soft and helpless but was vicious as hell underneath. That woman tormented my sister for decades before finally arranging an "accident" that killed her.

And me? I got the polished CEO.

Sounds good, right? Except we tortured each other from day one. He was all rules and manners, always talking like he was giving a speech. Me? I blow up fast and if I can throw a punch, I will. Every day was the same standoff. He'd pull back, I'd push forward, and nobody gave an inch.

We spent our whole lives being polite and miserable.

Then one day, my sister and I woke up on the afternoon they announced the engagements.

Nora Vale was never supposed to be seen.

For three years, she rebuilt hockey captain Callum Pierce after the injury that nearly ended his career. She tracked his tremors, rewrote his recovery protocol, and carried the private marriage his family refused to make public.

Then he won the championship.

Under the arena lights, Callum lifted the cup and thanked Sloane Mercer, the beautiful sports host the cameras already loved. Backstage, Nora watched her own medical system appear under Sloane's name.

That night, Nora left with the evidence and the child Callum never knew existed.

Three years later, Nora is no longer hiding in the tunnel. She is the chief medical consultant for the rival team, the one woman the league needs when old concussion records begin to surface. Callum wants answers. His father wants control. Sloane wants the public story to stay clean.

Nora wants her name back.

But the fight is no longer only about a stolen system. It is about a son whose medical records could shift a franchise, a trust that could break the Pierce family, and a championship myth built on the woman they erased.

Callum thanked the wrong woman on the night he won.

Now the whole league is about to learn who made him a champion.

He hated her, believing she betrayed him and his family. Only to discover that he was the villain all along...

Mila Russetti’s life turned upside down the moment she decided to break the rigid rules of her foster family__the most dangerous Mafia family in the USA__for the first time in her life.

By that single act of rebellion, she payed dearly: she was set up, raped, used as a pawn to break down the Haydens.
Her foster family kicked her out of their lives and sent her overseas treating her as a traitor.

After four years, they showed up again in her life, claiming she owed their dying father a last visit.
She returned to the Hayden's mansion with her three years old son, only to discover that they were trying to cage her again and forcing her into a marriage.

Will she give in to their abuse, especially after she had discovered the shocking truth of the identity of her rapist? And how will she take her revenge on them when she finds out that she's the heiress to a Tycoon mafia empire?

How does her biological mother's shady past affect Mila's present?

Is it true that the only thing that brings dangerous and ruthless Mafia Lords, those who are morally gray to their knees, begging and regretting, are the women they worship?

A juicy and twisted love-hate dynamic, Obsession, toxic attraction story.


When she pressed the knife to her own throat, his mask finally cracked. He hesitated for a second before confessing with guilt, “I know who did it, Mila. I know who raped you that night four years ago. And I assure you, he wasn't one of Hayden's enemies.” He stared toward his two brothers with an accusing look.

TRIGGER WARNING:
The story too dark.

I loved Callum Crane for five years. He said I didn't fit. Then he proposed — to my sister.
The same night, his brother called me with the most insane idea I've ever heard: marry him instead. Same day. Same venue. Right across the hall from my ex and my sister's ceremony.
I said yes. Not because I loved Emrys Crane. Because I'd rather set the whole thing on fire than sit in a pew and watch.
Here's the thing about revenge marriages, though. They're supposed to be fake.
Nobody told Emrys.
The man had a wrench set in his truck that only fit my grandmother's machine — bought years before I ever spoke to him. He'd been sneaking looks through my workshop window so often the stone wore down. He fixed my motorcycle three times and never mentioned it. He remembered that I stared at a piece of almond brittle for ten seconds once, and bought it for me weeks later.
Seven years. He'd been in love with me for seven years. Said nothing. Did everything.
And Callum? The man who told me I didn't fit?
He showed up at my orchard with an apology and a folder full of evidence against my sister, begging for a second chance.
I looked him in the eye and said: "Too late. Wrong harvest."
He tried five more times. It only got worse for him.