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James Smith disappeared for five years and suddenly returned.

In the eyes of his fiancée Evelyn Thorne, James is just a scarred drifter.

At a charity gala in New York, just as Evelyn is about to announce the annulment of her engagement to James.

Suddenly, the Four Great Consortiums of New York, along with hundreds of billionaires present, all rise to their feet and bow respectfully toward the man standing behind Evelyn.

It turns out James, his true identity is...

After a car accident robbed Galvin of his memory, lies twisted him into hating Ellie—the woman he once sacrificed everything to protect.
Tormented and humiliated by him daily, Ellie’s love for Galvin faded completely. He made her sleep like a dog, stripped her before men, and forced her to kneel for his stepsister who stole him from her.
Only when Ellie gave up on love and jumped into the sea did Galvin’s memory return. In the splendid capital, all witnessed a madman desperately searching for his lost wife…

Alexander's lips crash against hers, urgent and consuming, his hard dick pressing against her throbbing pussy, igniting a primal ache. His hands seize her breasts, fingers teasing, before his teeth graze her nipple, biting softly, sending shivers as her body arches, slick with need.
Olivia Harper wakes with no memories. Everyone tells her she's madly in love with her fiancé, but her dreams suggest otherwise. Until the ruthless CEO Alexander Blake confines her, his voice a husky purr. "Forgotten? Perfect."
Memories surged: he had pinned her in a car, her sobs were raw. Why did his possessive eyes burn with grievance?

I thought I was the perfect wife and mother, until I heard my husband outside his office, laughing, calling me a "prison warden" and planning to use our daughter as cover while he ran off to Tuscany with his grad student.

Everything fell apart. Then my daughter, in front of everyone: "That's just our annoying nanny."

I tried to hold on to what was left of our family, but my daughter shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby, and my husband just checked his watch while I bled out on the floor.

They locked me in and left for Italy.

Alone in the hospital, they told me I'd lost the baby and had "memory damage."

Now they're back, expecting the same obedient wife.

She's gone.

And I'm done loving them.

At the Jones family’s political marriage gala, the New York mafia’s most public “celebration”, I, Isabella Rossi, who was a bargaining chip, had been Donovan Jones’s wife for five years.
He was the world’s top perfumer, the kind of man who could coax a scent from his fingertips that made people go mad-and yet, to him, I was a flower with no fragrance at all.
Five years of this marriage, and he had never touched me. The villa’s master bedroom was always his alone, while I was nothing but the “Mrs. Jones” in name-a decorative prop trapped in a luxury cage, so insignificant that even the servants dared to look down on me in secret.
When both sets of parents pressured us for a baby, he wrapped an arm around a famous model and sneered,
“A woman raised off a template like you is only good for taking care of a kid, not for sleeping with.”
He left me behind in the bridal suite-with his younger brother.
Then he took his new fling out street-racing.
That same night, a video of him and the model hooking up in a car shot straight to the top of the entertainment headlines.
And I became New York media’s favorite punchline: the “DISCARDED TROPHY WIFE.”
Just when everyone thought I’d spend the night alone, guarding an empty bed,
I crooked a finger at that eight-pack, absurdly good-looking brother-in-law of mine.
Donovan, you’re right-I am pretty suited to “taking care of a kid.”
Just not a baby. A 6'2", baby-faced college boy.

The Wife I Forgot to Love

Helena believed she knew every detail of her marriage: the exact time her husband came home, precisely how long the chicken needed to rest, the sound of Damian’s laughter when something truly made him happy. But there was another laugh—one that was never meant for her—hidden behind a door that never quite closed.

When Helena discovers a photograph that shatters everything she thought she knew about her marriage, the carefully built life she’s clung to begins to unravel in silence. Camila Calloway isn’t just a name. She’s the answer to questions Helena never dared to ask out loud.

As the truth slowly comes to light, Helena must confront not only betrayal but also the part of herself that chose not to see what had been right in front of her all along. With the unwavering support of her sister, Cassidy, and burdened by a past that has shaped her more deeply than she’ll admit, Helena embarks on a journey of heartbreak, resilience, and self-discovery.

This is the story of a woman who learns to love herself before deciding whether she can—or should—trust someone else with her heart again. It is a journey of healing, redemption, and the courage to begin again, where every chapter brings her one step closer to the woman she was always meant to become.

Because sometimes, losing everything is the only way to find yourself.

And in the end, after all the pain, anger, and tears, only one word remains to capture it all:

Always.

Five hundred years ago, he was a king. A dragon. A man feared by kingdoms… and loved by the one person who destroyed him.
She was his queen. His betrayal. His end.
Now he’s awake and she doesn’t remember him.
Imelda thought she was escaping her broken life when she left America for a trip to Italy. Instead, she walks into a forest, follows a voice she cannot explain… and frees a chained man who should have stayed forgotten.
A man who calls her Amber. A man who swears she stabbed him through the heart. But the world is not what she thinks it is.
He has a kingdom buried beneath modern cities. A loyal commander who has waited centuries, a past that refuses to stay dead, a power that bends reality itself.
As memories begin to surface and truths start to fracture, Imelda realizes something. She didn’t just wake him up, She triggered a war between love, memory… and fate.

Everyone thinks Lily is just a small-town girl trying to marry into wealth. They couldn't be more wrong.
When Lily arrives at the magnificent Sterling estate to fulfill her late father's wishes， she's greeted by five handsome brothers and a cold， calculating mother determined to send her packing.
According to an ancient agreement between the families， Lily must choose one of the brothers as her husband—a prospect that fills all the brothers with disdain.
But Lily is hiding secrets that would shock the entire Sterling family. Behind her quiet demeanor lies a brilliant business mind who built a multi-billion-dollar empire from nothing. She's also an internationally acclaimed singer who performs under the name Nightingale， and a technological genius known as Anny who can beat anyone at their own game.
As she navigates the complex politics of the Sterling household， Lily finds herself drawn to the coldest brother of all—William， the CEO who regards her with nothing but suspicion.
William's mother has already chosen his perfect match: Fiona from the Foster family， his childhood friend and sweetheart.
However， the word "surrender" has never existed in Lily's vocabulary.

On the day I got engaged to the heir of an elite old-money family, my own birth mother spread vicious lies about me in front of the entire crowd. She claimed I’d lived a wildly promiscuous life while studying abroad, and had even secretly given birth to a stillborn child with no known father.
Afterwards, she took my hand and sobbed out an apology, saying she’d only wanted to test whether my fiancé truly loved me enough to stand by me. I was foolish enough to believe her, and drank the calming tea she’d personally handed me.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, everything was destroyed. I lay in my bedroom, disheveled and half-dressed, and the man beside me was none other than my younger sister’s boyfriend.
In the end, my fiancé married my sister. And I was mercilessly disowned and cast out by my own family.
But twenty years later, every single one of them would come to regret what they’d done.

What do you do when everything doesn't go to plan? At 33, Demi’s five-year plan is on track. She’s moved in with boyfriend, Wil, and is waiting patiently for her father to retire so she can take over the running of the family café. But when her father blindsides her by handing the café to her older brother Nick, and discovers Wil is hiding something, Demi’s five-year plan crumbles like crostoli. Determined to get her life back on track, Demi travels to Italy to learn about her Italian heritage and mend her frayed heart — hoping her father will come to his senses while she’s away. However, Demi’s Italian escape isn’t so perfect. Long-held family feuds, a love triangle from the past, and a surprising new friend in Leo, find Demi questioning everything; especially her five-year plan. Will Demi get her plan back on track? Or will she learn that the best plans are the ones you don’t make? The Five-Year Plan is contemporary women’s fiction with a touch of humour and a lot of heart. It will appeal to readers who want to be whisked away from their day-to-day life and immersed in a feel-good story full of food, travel and romance.

For three years, I hid my identity as the heir to the Vanderbilt fortune and played the role of a broke scholarship student—all for love.
I ate cheap sandwiches to protect his ego. I gave up my scholarship. I did everything to make him feel like my equal.
But the only thing I got in return was betrayal.
My roommate stole my mother's one-of-a-kind vintage gown—worth fifty million dollars—and my boyfriend helped her do it.
She wore it to the annual gala. He threw me into the snow like garbage and told me to "know my place."
That night, I stopped pretending.
They thought I was just some poor girl they could trample on.
They had no idea they'd picked the wrong person.
Now? They're about to find out.

Ninety-nine lashes. That was the price of loving the Alpha’s son.

Bettoni Williams gave everything to Ardon. Her heart. Her trust. Her dignity. In return, he accused her of witchcraft, stripped her of her rank, and watched as she was whipped ninety-nine times in the public square.

Broken, disowned, and demoted to a Gamma, Bettoni swore she would never trust a royal again.
She planned to rot in the slums, to remain invisible and forgotten.

But fate, and a bored Alpha Commander, had other plans.

When the kingdom's most feared war hero, Commander Zachery, returns home, Alpha Jaceon fills the grand hall with silk-dressed noblewomen and forces him to choose a wife before the blood moon or lose everything he has. Annoyed, Zachery slips out the back. Bettoni, hiding from the feast in a dark alley, stumbles upon him in a moment that would make any sensible woman run. She doesn't run, but calls him a wild animal to his face, and this only makes him immediately obsessed with her.

He drags her into the feast by the wrist, declaring;

"You're going to be my Commandress tonight."

Now, Bettoni is trapped in a marriage with a brute who collects wives like trading cards. Zachery is uncouth, violent, and dangerously seductive. He treats the palace like a playground and his brother, the King, like a joke.

Bettoni intends to use this monster to climb back to the top and destroy the family that ruined her. But Zachery is not a ladder. He is a cliff. And he has no intention of letting his new sweetheart go.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. But the Commander likes his nights scorching hot.

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️ ⚠️ Content Warning (18+): This story contains 18+ content including explicit erotica, and mentions of sexual violence .

I straighten up after three back-to-back all-nighters, my stomach aching so badly I can barely stand up straight. At one in the morning, I head to the twenty-four-hour diner below my studio for a bowl of soup, just to keep myself going.

Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.

Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.

He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.

"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."

The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.

"Hold on, almost done."

Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.

I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.

Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.

This is not your Average romance novel. This dark romance novel contains Steamy contents capable of turning your world upside down.

One of your biggest fantasy should not be wanting your boss bending you over his table.


Never allow your boss lead you into darkness, revealing a whole new world you never knew existed.


Never allow your boss perceive your Arousal, and know what exactly you taste like.


Never allow his spanking fly faster than sparks.

Just like every worker, Rosa sees her boss as a workaholic who loves his job, invest his time into making it a profiting organization, but what she never knew was that Axel has a darker side of him he never showed to anyone, the dominating, possessive, and demonic side of him.

Her biggest fantasies were to get her boss bending her over on his table, doing those terrible things to her, exploring every inch, every curves of her body, most especially her sensitive parts.

Rosa's fantasies was becoming a reality the moment a message beep her phone.

I am a whore. My purpose is deception—to betray the devoted husband who cherishes me, to offer myself to strangers. But my life wasn’t always this way.
I once had a respectable career, a loving marriage. We were planning for a child.
Then Alex destroyed it all.
He arranged my gang rape, filmed my humiliation, and used my husband, my family, my reputation to break me completely.
But fate had a cruel twist.
My defiance changed him.
The man who once held all the power now kneels at my feet, weeping, pleading:
“Grace, please… forgive me.”

My fiancé overnight accumulated a massive gambling debt, and to save his life, he sent me, still a virgin, to the creditor's bed.
"Please... no... don't... please... let me go!"
My first time was incredibly painful, and I bit down hard on this stranger's shoulder.
Despite my pleas, he didn't stop; instead, it only excited him more as he teased my sensitive spots and ravaged me relentlessly...
To my shame, after the pain subsided, I found myself falling in love with the frequent waves of pleasure he brought me...

Felicia’s father sells her to a rival Bianchi family to settle a debt, she’s forced to marry Nelson, a ruthless mafia heir. Shattering her dreams and her life, trading her soul all because of money. When lies and secrets threaten to destroy their relationship. Will their bond be strong enough to overcome their obstacles, or will it tear them apart?

I'm the only daughter of a mafia leader. I married Marco, an outsider, against my father's wishes.

Six months ago, my father died in a car accident. Marco took over part of the family business. One day when I was feeling down, I passed through the slums and saved a girl named Gianna who was being beaten for stealing food. I took her in as my assistant and treated her like a sister.

But when I was six months pregnant, I walked into the company break room and found Gianna in lingerie, seducing Marco.

I ordered my guards to send her back to the slums immediately.

Marco tried to plead for her. I cut him off coldly: "I don't want to see her again."

He went silent for a moment but didn't oppose my decision.

Over the next three months, Marco seemed warm and caring on the surface but grew increasingly distant. I thought he was just busy with work and decided to help him after the baby was born.

My due date is this week.

Last night, Marco lulled me to sleep like always, his voice so gentle.

But now when I wake up, I find myself lying in the middle of a deserted forest.

And my husband, holding Gianna whom I had sent away, looked at me arrogantly and said, "Since you love sending people away so much, I suppose it shouldn't be a problem for me to send you here to give birth, should it?"

After the crash, everyone told Mara Ellis to be grateful her husband survived.

Evan Vale came home breathing, walking, smiling when people told him to smile. But the man in her kitchen no longer cared about the tiny rules that had once held his brilliant mind together: the blue mug facing east, the dry workbench, the exact order of every file name. His stepmother called it healing. His half brother called it a second chance.

Mara called it a warning.

When Evan's family moves to take his company, his money, and his legal voice, Mara discovers the real Evan saw the attack coming. He left her a trail hidden inside the ordinary life they built together. To save what remains of him, she will have to stop begging people to believe her and become the one person his enemies forgot to fear.

I was Mara.I had suffered from a strange sickness my whole life. Every quiet night, an uncontrollable hunger surged through me — a ravenous urge to eat human flesh. I’d visited countless hospitals, yet every doctor said there was nothing physically wrong with me. They only handed me psychiatric pills, dismissing my agony as mere delusion.
Then by chance, I met Lucy, a mysterious witch. She stared straight into my eyes and said, “What an interesting body, what an interesting sickness.” She pressed a bottle of dark green potion into my hand. I hesitated, then took it and left.
When night fell again and my sickness flared up violently, raw pork no longer held back my maddening hunger. Without a second thought, I drank the potion.
For a week after that, I felt fine. But I soon saw Lucy again at her cottage. She told me the potion would never cure my sickness completely unless I fulfilled five brutal rules: eat the heart of a wicked man, the kidney of a sinner, the liver of someone I loved, the spleen of a criminal, and the stomach of an innocent soul.
I held back my hunger for an entire month…Until I finally gave in.The first heart I devoured belonged to my boyfriend.

To stop the merfolk from being slaughtered, I went ashore to seduce the boy I grew up with — Lucian Voss, now one of the world's top scientists.
He still had feelings for me. He kept me in his bed for seven days and seven nights, refusing to let go.
I woke from the haze of pleasure to a pair of pliers prying the scales off my back.
Lucian watched me arch in agony, his expression ice-cold.
"Mermaid scales can repair genetic defects. You don't mind sharing a few, do you?"
"After all, what your kind owes me is worth far more than a handful of scales."
Two years. For two years I watched him marry another woman.
He held my kind's lives over my head and forbade me to leave. Every few days, he'd pry the scales from my spine, grind them into powder, and feed them to his new wife Vivienne to strengthen her body.
He shackled my ankles and ordered me to stay up all night washing his bedsheets. I had to kneel outside their bedroom door, motionless, listening to them together until dawn.
When Vivienne got pregnant, she started complaining about the color of the scale powder.
"Honey, these last few have been so dull. Is she running out?"
Lucian glanced at me.
The look on his face — he was counting. Calculating how many scales I had left.
He hated me to the bone, yet every time I nearly passed out from the pain, he was the one who pulled me off the floor. Forced medicine down my throat, fingers clamped around my jaw until I swallowed.
"You're counting on the fact that I still care about you. So tell me — where are my parents?"
I stayed silent and let the contradiction hang there.
It wouldn't matter soon. I wouldn't have to keep that secret much longer.
A mermaid who stays on land for three years without returning to the sea will die. No exceptions.
And I had three days left.

My son died on his fifth birthday, waiting for a father who never showed up.
I found out why at the lake—Cole had his mistress pinned against the boathouse wall while our five-year-old took his last breath alone in a clinic bed.
Selene was pregnant. Selene was Grayridge. And Selene knew exactly what she'd done to my son before I ever said a word about a curse.
Cole hit me for defending myself. Then he threatened to strip my title if I touched her again.
Fine. He wants to protect his mistress? He can do it broke.
Every dollar that rebuilt this town came from my family—and I'm taking it all back, starting with the ranch he thinks is his.
But the bone shard I found in my son's jacket says this isn't over.
It says someone wanted him dead before he turned five.

I am Seraphine Marchwood. For five years, I gave every piece of myself to Alpha Veyron, convinced our mate bond was fated—until the night I accidentally overheard the truth.
He never wanted me as his mate. The entire proposed bond was nothing but a cover, a farce to hide his scandalous affair with Ophelia, the woman he actually loved. She was carrying his pup, and I was just the disposable, respectable shield to keep his reputation untarnished.
I ran that night, blind with grief and rage, until I crashed through the rotting beams of an old, rain-soaked ruin. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the taste of blood in my mouth, and the sound of his voice calling my name, too late.
When I woke up, I didn’t recognize him.
And for the first time since I’d known him, he looked terrified. The cold, unshakable Alpha who’d cast me aside without a second thought was panicking, desperate, scrambling to bring back the version of me that had loved him more than anything—even as a new, unforeseen path began to unfurl before me.

My name is James Smith. After a plane crash, I ended up stranded on a deserted island with a group of beautiful women. I have to figure out how to survive in the wild while keeping my cool around these ladies, especially the flight attendant who keeps coming on to me. She seems willing to trade her body for my protection. Should I take her up on her offer?

The story of a Lycan and his Mate, and the devil who threatened to tear them apart. And the story of Three powerful vampire Kings and their fragile mate. Mysteries, the darkness of the past, and storms ahead, Can any of them make it to their final destination? Or they will get lost in the waves of time?

Two stories, six lives, one book, one desired ending and demons of the dark.

Read to find out their Journey.

Seventeen-year-old Wren Calloway has one rule: never fall for someone who smells like gasoline and danger. Then Rook Mercer parks his motorcycle outside her father's garage, and every rule she's ever made starts breaking one by one.

Rook isn't just a boy with a bike and a bad reputation. He's the reluctant heir to the Iron Saints — the most feared biker mafia in Harlow County — and he's been ordered to watch Wren's family without her knowing why. But watching turns into talking, talking turns into something neither of them can name, and the secrets Rook is keeping could destroy the only world Wren has left.

When Wren discovers that her father's garage sits on land the Iron Saints want at any cost, and that the boy she's falling for knew about it all along, she has to choose between the fury of betrayal and the terrifying possibility that Rook is the only person standing between her family and ruin.

Iron and Wildflowers is a story about loyalty, fire, and the kind of love that doesn't ask for permission.

I felt warm soft lips on my neck. My body felt like it was igniting.
“Your skin is so soft.” A voice said against my neck.

It was a familiar smooth voice that felt like it was filled with a richness. I felt a soft bite into my neck, and I moaned. Large hands slid down my sides. My knee went up and those large hands slid up my thighs, gently, caressing me.
The hands came up and moved between us to grab at my breasts.
The mouth that was occupying my neck moved down kissing my throat. My hands slid from his pale skin to his muscled back and wrapped into clean white hair.
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Grey Eyes, black wings, and white hair that reminded me of silver. That was my future. A mastermind behind a stone mask. Someone who had been my bully all throughout my childhood. He became my captor, my husband, my abuser, my protector, my comfort, my partner, and my lover.

War is horrible, there is no other universal truth that is truer. It turns its victims, and everyone is a victim in war, into monsters and the victors write history. History shows that the winners where courageous and the good guys. The truth is the people who write history, the winners, they’re sinister. You must be to win.

Mr. Ethan's business is bankrupt and in debt, so he turns to the powerful but ruthless Lucas for help. However, the price of preserving his livelihood is something Mr. Ethan could never have imagined: his daughter, Grace.

Grace Ethan is a hardworking and kind-hearted young woman who has tirelessly searched for work to help her father in need but has been rejected repeatedly. She is angry when she finds out that her father has promised her a job as Lucas' secretary and his wife. Torn between her loyalty to her father and her own life, Grace is thrown into a world of power, arrogance, and control embodied by the tyrannical Lucas.

When Grace reluctantly joins the Lucas Consulting Firm, her boss, Lucas, has high expectations of her and demands even higher terms. But as time passes and their lives intersect, Lucas' cold exterior crumbles to reveal a man wrestling with his demons. Despite the manipulation and hardships, Grace remains determined and unsure if she can accept her fate.

Will Grace find a way to get through this risky arrangement without losing herself? Or will Lucas' control and secret affection be enough to change both of their lives forever?

"You're late," he said, without turning.
Lydia smirked and let the door swing shut behind her with a solid thud. "By exactly two minutes. Hardly a capital offense."
"Two minutes," he repeated. "Do you even know what I could do to you in that time?" He finally turned to face her and the moment his eyes landed on her, they changed. The look he gave her made her legs unsteady.
Her breath caught in her throat. "Enlighten me."
He stopped just inches away. Close enough she could smell him. He didn't touch her but somehow she could already feel his hands and mouth like they were everywhere.
"I could have you up against this wall," he said slowly, eyes fixed on hers. "Your dress on the floor. My hand on your throat. And your mouth too busy moaning my name."
Lydia squeezed her thighs together, her breathing catching. She was already warm all over, the ache building fast. And like he could feel it, Ethan reached up, brushing one finger along the strap of her dress. She shivered.
The strap slid down her shoulder. Than the other. The dress slid down her body without resistance, looking at her feet. She didn't try to catch it. She just stood there, bare and breathing hard, her breast rising with each inhale.
Ethan's eyes moved over her slowly. "Easy," he said under his breath.
Lydia tilted her head and gave the faintest smile. "I'm good at following instructions." She tugged lightly at the hem of his shirt. "Can't say the same for you."


What if your nightmares were memories of past lives?
Every night, Ethan Laurent dreams of the same girl dying in his arms. Every night, he fails to save her. And every morning, he wakes up with the taste of her blood on his lips and a name he can't remember.
As the powerful heir to one of the strongest werewolf bloodlines, Ethan has everything - looks, status, and a reputation that makes every girl at LuxeMount Academy want him. But he's hiding something dark behind that perfect face.
Then Lydia Bailey shows up, and suddenly his carefully controlled world starts cracking. There's just one tiny problem: every time they get close, history tries to repeat itself. And this time? They're running out of chances to get it right.
Can they break the cycle before it destroys them both? Or were they doomed from the start?

He always shows his dominance and she always obeys him.

The only one who can remove and elicit them from her is Him. Will he ever take pity upon her and save her? Or he's gonna shatter her with his cruelty?

Ester Willows, is a delusional girl and believing betterment in future she marries him and is willing to cross every limit to work her marriage out.

Desmond La Corte, a cold hearted person. He is very proficient in masking his real emotions by his menacing attitude and he is trying his best to annul his marriage.

Two different personalities and with two different purposes. How are they gonna work their marriage out?

Ava Monroe is haunted by nightmares that feel more like memories almost feel too real.

Running through forests on four legs. Claws slick with blood. Darkness closing in. She doesn't know what these visions mean only that they're pulling her toward Varex Group, the most powerful company in the world. A family shrouded in mystery.

But the Varex family harbors deadly secrets.They are the last sunwalkers vampires immune to daylight, wielding telekinetic power that kills with a thought.

When Ava's suppressed werewolf nature awakens, she discovers the truth: she is the last of the Lunaris Pack, hidden since birth from the brutal Umbrax clan that slaughtered her people.

Two worlds collide.

Vampires. Werewolves. Ancient feuds. Forbidden love. A war waiting in the shadows. And a life Ava never planned for.

She is very sweet and quite childlike, has a different kind of innocence, while he is way too mature. She is too open minded whereas he is a very traditional man. She can make friends in a minute but he can't. She is an extrovert, while he is an introvert. She is shopaholic, while he hates it.She is too carefree and he is too cautious. She never thinks before doing anything and he thinks too much. Vidhi Singh Rathore and Shubhashish Singh Shekhawat are as different as chalk and cheese. But as they say that opposites attract ...Let's see if they can resist this attraction between them…

Arabelle, a 20 year old girl was born into poverty along with her sister and her single mother. As the eldest, she has been juggling in between jobs to support her family. Her sick mother can't do anything about it but to accept their fate. They have to live from the mercy of other people just to get by. She knows that their lives will never change unless she gets a job with good compensation. That's why when she saw the job ad as a maid in a mansion, she didn’t hesitate to go and apply for it.

Little that she knows her employer will be a vampire. Ralph is almost 200 years old and lives amongst humans. He hires maids just to make sure that he will not be discovered. After all, having a human around is like having an emergency snack. Every maid who has been to the mansion has mysteriously disappeared. As if they never existed since there is no body that has been found. Arabelle didn’t know about it. She will soon find out the mystery about the missing people from the mansion.

Amidst the mystery, she will find herself falling for Ralph. After all, it 's hard to resist his vampire charm whenever she looks at him straight to his eyes. As if he always has something to tell her. While Ralph seems to be drawn to her because of his past. Arabelle doesn't have a clue since he's being careful not to show her. They are both trying to hide their feelings from each other. But the more they hide it, the more their feelings for one another shows. As if betraying both of them in the process.

Small town girl Giana works hard and doesn’t depend on anyone for help. She struggles with family problems and copes by Riding her horse to her family’s lake to enjoy the peace and quiet. While at work one day she meets a her new student Gloriana. After an eye opening day at work Giana goes back and forth with her emotions but while learning to heal she end up finds what could be her first real love.. But little does she know the man she falls in love with is hiding a huge secret from her.

“Good Evening Madam. I’m Carlos and this is Jose. Is this your home?” said the taller of the two young men.
“Yes, this is my family's home. Can I help you?” Giana spoke softly.
“We are here to deliver this invitation to the Ortega family” Carlos held out an envelope.

Giana wasn’t sure if she should take it but she was Giana Ortega so she carefully took the envelope and thanked them. She watched as both men turned and returned to their vehicle. Giana went back inside and opened the envelope. Her mouth fell open as she read the contents of the envelope.

Who sent the invitation and where’s it to? What is Gianas love interest hiding from her?

"He didn't just break our vows. He's trying to steal my daughter. So I'm going to let a monster steal me."
Freya thought losing herself to motherhood was the worst thing that could happen—until she found the iPad.
Her husband isn't just having an affair. He's letting his mistress play "Mommy" to their daughter, Luna. While Freya mourned the body she sacrificed, the curves, the stretch marks, the softness, Mark was already replacing her.
But Mark made one fatal mistake. He assumed Freya was too broken to fight back.
Then she meets Steve Hayes.
Steve doesn't do gentle. He doesn't do sharing.
He is a man built on obsession and possession, and when he looks at Freya, he doesn't see damage—he sees something worth claiming.
"You're crying over a man who shamed the body that carried his child?" Steve growls, his tattooed hands branding her skin with promise. "Dry your tears, Freya. I'm going to ruin you for him. And when I'm done, he won't recognize what he lost."
Steve doesn't just want her body. He wants her loyalty. Her surrender. Her fire. Freya is done being the forgiving wife. Done being the placeholder. Done being replaced.
Mark shattered her. Steve is claiming her.
And this time… the beast doesn't ask permission.

My father died owing the Salvi family a hundred and forty thousand dollars.

I didn't find out until Vittorio Salvi walked into the bar where I work and told me exactly how he intended to collect — not in cash, but in me. A wedding. His son. A debt paid in the currency of my whole life.

I ran straight into the one man in Ironport with more reason to hate the Salvi name than I do.

Damien "Ghost" Cole runs the Ravage Kings the way he runs everything else — controlled, careful, six years deep in a grief he's never let anyone close enough to see. His brother died because of a debt that wasn't even his. Mine just walked into his garage wearing someone else's blood money on my back.

He says he's keeping me safe. He says it's leverage. He says a lot of things with his jaw locked tight and his eyes doing something that isn't careful at all.

I know better than to trust a man with a war to win. I know better than to want the way he looks at me like I'm not a debt, not a bargaining chip, just — mine, somehow, in a way nobody's ever bothered to claim before.

Vittorio Salvi wants a wedding. Damien Cole wants a war. And I'm done being the thing men decide over my head.

Ironport was built on debts nobody survives paying off.

I intend to be the first.

Athena has been on the run for the past 2 years all she has done has been only to keep her alive and hidden , her best friend Riley is the only one she trusted trusted in the world her faithful companions Zeus by her side she thought she had it all under control hide stay hidden stay low but , fated had other plans for her when she crosses path with the billionaire Daniel Chase who is smitten by the woman. When she crashes into him one faithful morning. His life has been filled with Athena trying to find her the image of her never left him she has always been on his mind when Daniel does find her she's left for dead he is intrigued by the woman before him but also concerned Daniel takes a chance with love taking Athena into his world , love romance, unadulterated sex and happiness ,he slowly immerses her in his world sheltering her and protecting her from the man that is after her .when they do find love and happiness their world is ripped apart when taken away from Daniel , what lengths will Daniel go to to find the woman that he loves.
Love ,jealousy and revenge all rolled into one when Daniel's Ex girlfriend tries to intervene Sean Johnson is obsessed with Athena and only Athena he means to have her by any means necessary and will stop at nothing however Sean's family has secrets and if he ever finds Athena , Athena will be buried along with those secrets. Will Athena and Daniel reunite will they have their happily ever after only time will tell Will Sean ever learn his lesson will he will he ever let go of his obsession of Athena. Will Athena stand her ground and fight for her life.

As Steve’s lips brushed Jayme’s neck, he mumbled, “it’s driving me crazy being this close to you…” She could still feel the heat of his breath and every inch of the back of her neck felt like it was on fire.
After crushed by her husband's murder, Jayme suddenly found herself caught up in a killer's game. As Steve’s death brought more and more secrets to the surface, she felt like she didn’t know the man she married to at all. Two men stepped into her life after the tragedy, Steve and Rex, shinning new hope to her life. Little did she knew, these two men were not what they appear like, and they would change her life forever in a different way. The shadow of murder is chasing her nonstop, and she would try anything to survive with her unborn baby.

Two sisters, one fate. A Queen cursed to become a monster, a sister forced to work with pirates and former General Prince. A Sorcerer forced to face the demons of his past.

Crown and Curses is a story of betrayals, loves of all kind, and perhaps even some redemption for dark souls.

"I am not sorry, Eleanor, but I can not continue this marriage with you," the letter read. "You can keep the child and have her all to yourself if you think it is appropriate."

She read a letter from a man she should call her husband while lying in a hospital ward after giving birth and waiting for him to return from work to settle their bills.

Eleanor is broken and shattered, with no hope of saving her newborn's life by depositing funds into the hospital's bank account in exchange for the vaccine being administered to her.

Enter Raymond Jefferson, a well-known multibillionaire in the United States, who demands something in exchange for the bills to be resolved. A marriage contract is signed between the two, and life begins again, but this time with a goal in mind: to reclaim everything she has lost from Andrew, her one-time husband who married another woman on the same day that she married Raymond.

While carrying out her plan, she uncovers many secrets about Andrew and develops feelings for Raymond when she shouldn't. What happens to her newfound love, and what secret about Andrew did she uncover?

In this captivating novel, discover the fates of Eleanor, Andrew, and even Raymond, her newfound love.

Two people must learn to stay together for the sake of their son, will they also learn how to fall in love? What should we expect in a relationship bounded by a child, will that child become the reason they decide to give their relationship a second chance, or will their differences come between their happiness?
How are two completely different individuals going to make living a lie, even after being divorced? This is a story, where the lady tries to mend the relationship with her ex-husband, because of her son, and a father, trying to be the good son to his dad. By keeping a deep secret. What?

Nothing good comes from a knock at the door after sunset—especially not when Javier Briar’s corpse is cooling upstairs, his blood still soaking through my silk sheets.

So when Detective Clive Morrow appears on my porch one suffocating New Orleans night, I expect fear, hesitation, the usual human trembling. Instead, he looks at me with steady calm, claiming he’s here to investigate Javier’s disappearance. I know he’s lying. The question is why.

Clive is too observant, too composed, too familiar with the way monsters move. Our conversation shifts from interrogation to a dangerous, magnetic pull neither of us expected. I smell his suspicion… and something darker beneath it. Curiosity. Desire. A warning.

Then the manuscript pages begin to appear.

Pages written in my handwriting, describing Javier’s final night with chilling detail—the betrayal, the fight, the blood. Pages I have no memory of writing. Each one contradicts the last, casting me as villain, victim, or something far worse.

As we dig deeper—uneasy allies bound by secrets—we uncover that Javier was connected to a hidden ring hunting supernatural beings. Someone manipulated him. Someone staged his body. Someone crafted the manuscript to destroy the fragile trust forming between Clive and me.

And that someone wants him to kill me… or wants me to kill him.

When the true enemy reveals herself, the trap snaps shut. Clive becomes a weapon against me, forced by compulsion to strike. The only way out is a secret I’ve buried for a century—my blood can rewrite memory. One taste breaks the control and binds us in ways neither of us foresaw.

But victory leaves scars. Clive remembers everything. I remember every sin. And upstairs, where Javier died, a new page waits—one neither of us wrote.

I had heard of arranged marriages.

Of fathers making arrangements with someone else to marry off their daughters. There was a time when such a practice was quite common.

I always knew I wasn't going to get married unless that man proved to me that he was the one. I thought I found him once, I got my heart broken in the worst way.

I was alone for a while keeping cupid's arrows away from me and my heart.

One bad day I met a man who needed a wife, and I needed money.

It sounds bad, I know. But there are things that need money and I didn't have any at the time.

It was something important that I promised myself to do when I could, and worked hard to get it, but it was never enough.

I thought a cupid appeared far away. The idiot was always around, just silently.

He shot his arrows and hit me right in the heart, then laughed at me as he found me alone again.

Cupid was evil, and he liked human suffering. More so that of unrequited love.

Most of her life all Sasha Stone has ever known is pain. After her pack was attacked when she was 6, she had been taken prisoner. After years of abuse Sasha finally runs way bringing along her 3 month old son. With no where to go, she settles down in a small town in Oregon called called Crystal Waters. With no form of education Sasha takes the job as a maid for one of the most powerful soon to be Alpha of all time. The thing is, she has no idea that he is the most powerful Alpha and that he is her mate.

Zephania Abrahms is tired. Not only does he still have to finish off his senior year in high school, he is also being prepared to take the Alpha position which can happen soon. With having no time to do anything, Zephania hires a maid to clean the house so he has more time, little did he know he just hired his mate and that she has a son.

Will Zephania be able to look past that his mate has a son and accept her or will he reject her for making a family without him?

Will Sasha be able to look past her abuse and just let fate take its course or will her stubborness and fear keep her from being truly happy.

And what will happen when some one is after Sasha and her son? Will Zephania be able to protect what is his?

A teenage girl moves to a small town and discovers she's a hybrid- half werewolf, half vampire. A secret her abusive, alcoholic father kept from her. She finds herself drawn to two fated mates: an alpha wolf and a vampire. The vampire resents or fears what she is and tries to eliminate her, forcing both mates to put aside their rivalry to protect her.

"In a world where rejection meant isolation and pain, Ellen, an Omega with no pack, endured the harsh words of Alpha Greg, the one who should have been her mate. But the Moon Goddess had a different plan for her.

With unwavering determination, Ellen fought back against her alpha's cruelty and found solace in the arms of a stranger - the enigmatic Lycan king. Their passionate encounter left her with more than just memories; it left her with a secret that could change everything.

As the new moon approaches, Ellen's life takes a dramatic turn. The Lycan king is set to return, but he remains oblivious to the truth she carries. How will he recognize the woman who once stood before him, and will he uncover the astonishing secret of her unborn children?

In a world woven with hidden alliances and long-buried truths, Ellen's journey is poised to shatter all expectations. Prepare yourself for a story of love, betrayal, and the unbreakable strength of motherhood in a world where destiny's twists are boundless."

I gently shut my eyes as his soft breaths caressed my face. I wanted to live in this moment forever. To forget about everything else. Families, duties, nature, everything. I didn't want to be the future leader of my coven at that moment. I didn't want to be weighed down with responsibilities and expectations. I just wanted to be me. The keeper of nature that was in love with two of nature's forbidden entities. The girl who abandoned the light and chased the darkness. The witch that was in love with her nemesis.