8954 Book(s) Related to the last thing he said to me

“You can’t handle it,” he warned, backing away as I stepped closer.

“There’s no better way to know than to try.” I replied licking my lower lip.

Funny, right?

Zyle, the feared Alpha of the Lycos Clan.

A born predator.

And me? Just a freshman nerd, cornering the monster everyone else feared.

I didn’t plan to fall in love with my enemy, but loving him comes with a price.

Because apparently, I’m not ordinary.

My blood is the most coveted treasure in the werewolf world. Instead of worship, it earned me a death sentence.

Every clan believes I can raise their dead and make wolves immune to Wolfsbane.

Now I’m being hunted by monsters who see me as salvation.

Or sacrifice.

And the cruelest part?

The Alpha I’m falling for may be the only one powerful enough to save me…or the one forced to hand me over.

My boon or my bane.

Because in this world, power is survival.

And I really don’t want to die.

THE LAST RAID TEAM
He was the weakest member. They left him to die. That was their mistake.
Ryn Castel was always the odd one out, a C-rank scout in one of the nation's top guilds, kept on the roster only because the Guild Master was his oldest friend. He knew it. Everyone knew it.
So when the Iron Void Guild descended into the Abyssal Vault, a Rank S dungeon with zero successful clears, Ryn expected to prove himself.
He didn't expect to watch forty-nine people die in eleven minutes.
He didn't expect to watch his best friend walk out the gate and seal it behind him.
And he didn't expect the dungeon to send him a notification no living hunter had ever received.
[FORSAKEN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED] Survival rate of all previous Forsaken entities: 0.0%. Do you accept?
He accepted.
Not to survive. Not to escape.
To make one man look him in the eye again from the wrong end of everything Ryn was about to become.
Forty floors. No party. No healer. Broken gear. And a class the system has never seen before, one that grows stronger with every person he's lost, and Ryn has lost forty-nine.
The world above thinks he's dead.
They have no idea what's coming back up.

Seventeen-year-old Clara Sebastian has perfected the art of staying invisible. Stage-four cancer has narrowed her world to hospital visits, constant medication, and an experimental drug that only postpones the inevitable. When her mother insists she attend a cancer support group just to talk, Clara prepares for pity and reminders of all she is losing.
Then she literally collides with Peter Waters.
Eighteen, charming, and fiercely alive despite losing his leg to cancer, Peter refuses to treat Clara as fragile or broken. Their first encounter is awkward, irritating, and strangely electric. He doesn't see her as someone dying; he sees her as someone fully present. In that moment, curiosity awakens where numbness had taken hold.
What starts as cautious conversations after meetings grows into shared jokes, movie nights, and quiet stolen afternoons…fragile, reckless moments that gently blur the line between friendship and something deeper, something that dares to feel like forever. Peter fears being forgotten more than he fears death itself. Clara understands that every day is borrowed. Together, they seek meaning in the face of limited time.
Clara finds refuge in obsessively rereading a novel that never fully answers what survival truly means. On impulse, she writes to its reclusive author and is astonished when he replies, inviting her to meet him abroad. The journey becomes a pivotal chapter for Clara and Peter, where their love blooms fully, bright and defiant, against the relentless passage of time.
When Peter is gone, Clara is left with profound grief, cherished memories, and the terrifying yet exhilarating courage to keep living.. for him, for herself, and for the fleeting infinity they created together.

When Nyra Vale catches her husband cheating the night before their anniversary, betrayal is only the beginning.
Because Victor wasn’t just unfaithful—he planned to murder her and steal everything she owned.
But before the knife can claim her life, a mysterious book erupts with magic and drags them both into another world.
A world of bloodthirsty nobles, ancient curses, and dangerous desire.
Now trapped inside the fantasy novel she had just begun reading, Nyra wakes in the body of Evelina Ashborne—the infamous witch known as the Mistress of Ruin. Worse still, she is fated to two powerful vampire princes who hate her for sins she never committed.
Cold, savage Cassian wants the bond destroyed.
Elegant, calculating Kaelen wants to use her power.
And then there is the third man fate never warned her about—
A seductive incubus with wicked smiles, dark secrets, and a dangerous obsession with Nyra herself.
As enemies become lovers, passion ignites, and hidden truths unravel, Nyra discovers Victor has been reborn here too… as the deadliest hunter in the realm.
And according to the story—
He is destined to kill the men who now crave her.
But Nyra never finished the book.
Which means she has no idea who will betray her next…
or who she will have to kill to survive.

Sienna is the last remaining female alpha. She was put into power when her mother was killed by King Harlan due to his vendetta against all female alphas. Sienna knows what she has to do to defeat the king but she is not expecting other people more powerful than King Harlan to want more than her life. With the help of her mate and many other unique people who join the pack Sienna prepares for several battles.

This book is filled with drama, romance and fantasy.

After a war that nearly wiped out her kind, 18-year-old Katrina, the last surviving werewolf, awakens from a magical spell with no memory of her human life. Found and taken in by Dylan, a charming college student, she must navigate unfamiliar human emotions, desires, and love. But soon, a dark prophecy and ancient curse threatened to destroy them. With the help of Sabina, a mysterious witch, Katrina must unravel the secrets of her past, save herself from extinction, and choose between her wolf and her newfound humanity

Betrayed and sacrificed during a dungeon raid, Vaelith Drakar awakens as the last Dungeon Core, a forbidden existence capable of creating monsters and building an underground kingdom.

Hunted by humanity and the Holy Dominion, he must grow stronger while uncovering the truth behind an ancient war erased from history.
But as betrayal, loss, and revenge consume him, Vaelith slowly becomes the very monster the world fears most.

Mercedes Underwood is a lost girl. Lost from her world and herself. She grew up with abusive parents and had a really shitty childhood. Sometimes she believed that they were not her parents much less rassemblements between her and them. When she turned 18 years old, her parents attempt to sell her off to some bad people to pay off their debt. That did not come as a surprise that they would do such a thing and there was no love lost there. But what came as a surprise was when she woke up naked the next morning, walls splattered with blood and four people ripped to shreds. Life went from bad to bloody worse for Mercedes. It was like waking up in a horror scene. She was petrified and confused, nothing made sense but what did make sense was for her to pick up what she can and run.


Felix Ransom is the Alpha of the White Claw pack. He leads his pack with an iron fist and ensures everyone's safety and makes sure the pack thrives. But something is missing. The gentle touch of a Luna. Felix is already 25 years old and has not found the one the Moon Goddess chose for him. His other half and mate. Each day without the one for him made his hope of ever finding her wither away. At a point, he even thought that she might have died. It never occurred to him that his made would come right to him much less be a human who is a fugitive for murdering 4 people. Or was she a human being after all?

He took me in his arms and my breast rubbed against his broad chest, I could barely concentrate as my eyes saw flashes of myself moaning, my breast jiggling as it slammed his broad. Fuck, it didn't end at kissing.
"Fuck!" I screech as he had tore off my clothes before I could think for a moment, I didn't even had a bra except my underwear.Hastily I covered my bare breast with my palm.
"Turn around" he ordered and keeping a stern look at me, I sensed he was controlling himself as he gulps hard.


After having an issue with her husband, stumbles upon a bar, had a one-night stand accidentally with a stranger, only to wake up to find herself abducted. In an attempt to escape, there was a ship wreck and she gets stuck with her abductor on a dangerous planet with deadly creatures.
Now she has to survive on this strange planet and avoid her abductor but would that be possible when she is suddenly wanted by the entire planet?
How will she survive on this planet when on the first day, she got captured by a creature?
Who could she probably be?
All she wants is to go home!
All he wants to deliver her as a package!

Lily black was an ordinary girl, going about her days as usual… Before her seventeenth birthday things started to seem strange. Her mother and best friend were keeping secrets from her… snooping led to the truth, awakening her dragon, Sapphire, who had been locked away in the darkest parts of her mind. Not being able to believe what’s happening, Lily feels crazy, even after shifting into Sapphire's form. Betrayal and lies make Lily move away, meeting new people and her fated mate… Creed. The last alpha, king dragon.

They accept each other and plan on mating, until Lily's mother is captured by her deranged father, having to save her.

Getting caught in the crossfire.

Lily's father cannot find out she’s the last female dragon… bad things would happen.

Come find out what happens along Lily and Creed's journey, will Danny Further prevail? Or will Lily succeed instead.

Everyone told me to stay away from him.
The dragon shifter. The last of his kind. The boy whose shadow eats the light.

I didn't listen.

I was just a girl who couldn't shift. No magic. No past. Just a grandmother's secret and a letter that shouldn't have been mine. Northwind Academy was supposed to be my answer. Instead, it became my battlefield.

He sat alone in every class. People crossed the room to avoid him. They called him cursed. A killer. A monster.

But when his magic spiraled out of control—his shadow swallowing the Training Ground—he didn't hurt me. He held me. And something ancient inside my chest woke up.

Now my blood burns with fire I can't name. My skin glows gold when danger comes. And every touch from him sends my heart into a war I'm not sure I'll survive.

They say a dragon's heart is a curse.
But falling for him?
That might be my destiny.

He rejected his mate to be with a human woman. He believes Marie is the only woman that has ever loved him and fights against every barrier go be with her. The truth is Marie is not human and rejecting his mate to be with her might be his gravest mistake when her true identity is revealed. Who will save the last surviving alpha from this terrible fate that is about to befall him? His rejected Luna can save him but will she consider it after being rejected?

Greyson has been through the emotional ringer and needs change.  So, he quits his high-paying CEO position to turn his mansion into a bed and breakfast and transform the yard into a paradise. Never wanting to sit at a desk again, Greyson recruits a manager to oversee the bed and breakfast. Jenna has a need to prove herself to a man she only knows by his reputation. However, when she arrives at the mansion, she doesn't meet the powerful CEO, only the man she assumes is his gardener. Tempers flare as they work to open the business. It’s not until Jenna’s nightmare catches up with her that Greyson begins to understand what she’s really fighting for. Determined not to repeat past mistakes, Greyson will do the one thing he swore he would never do again. He'll put on the suit and become the CEO he'd grown to hate to save her.

This story is talking about a man who lived In a world that measured souls by the glow of mana, Kaelen was a hollow vessel, a "Meat Shield" discarded in the light of the Church. Betrayed by his only love and cast into the Abyssal pits to be devoured, his broken bloodline finally screamed to life. With the Aurelian System coursing through his veins, Kaelen crawled from the grave to devour the very gods who mocked him. Now, the hunt begins—one face-slap and one fallen empire at a time.

Anita's life took a dramatic turn following a painful seven-year breakup with her boyfriend. In a haste to escape reality, she boarded a train which took her to another world, a place no one knew existed. Anita found out that the new world revolve around her, and it was her duty to stop the monthly bloodshed.

I once believed that love could transcend life and death.

Until the terminal stage of Moon Eclipse Disease, when my husband personally gave the life-saving opportunity to my younger sister—that orphan girl I had rescued.

He said the pack needed a gentle Luna like her.

My son clung to her, calling her 'Mom.' My parents crowned her with what should have been mine.

Fine, so you all want me dead?

Then I'll stake everything on one final gamble.

After I die, I want every single one of you to be tortured by the truth.

"Sorry, Mr. Robert, the prisoner refuses to meet with you."

Two months later.

"Sorry, Mr. Robert the prisoner still refuses to meet with you."

Six months later

"Sorry, Mr. Robert, the prisoner is firm and still refuses to meet with you."

One year later.

"Mr. Robert, sorry, we asked, and she refuses to meet with you, persistently."

Two years later.

"Mr. Robert, she doesn't want to see you."

The female guard in uniform politely spoke to the man in front of her.

Upon hearing this, the man paused and then said to the female guard.

"You tell her for me that I will marry her when she comes out."

Anna doesn't believe that a man who has been in love for ten years will betray her.

In the adjournment room, Anna sat sluggishly on the chair. Two days in court left her exhausted.

"Robert, do you really want to push me to hell?"

"Your father pushed my mother into the sea, and I'll make his daughter's life worse than death. It s fair, right?"

Anna eyes were flled with tears, but she stubbornly raised her head and held it back.

When she looked at Robert again, she took on a pleading look and said,

"For the sake of the past ten years we have been together, would you drop your case?"

Robert stood up, looking at her from a high position, coldly snorted.

"Heh, I have been waiting this day for ten years. How could | drop it?"

Looking at her miserable appearance, Robert heart seemed to have cracked a ittle. He frowned, suppressing that feeling, and cruelly said:

"But you still have some time left. Next week is my engagement party with Lily. This is the invitation, and you are welcome to attend."

He dumped the invitation on Scarlet's body with contempt, and walked away without looking back.

Anna looked at the white invitation letter, as if the last ounce of her strength had been taken away. She fell into a chair, and could not even breathe.

When she and Robert were together, he never said he wanted to marry her.

Now he was getting married, and she was going to jail.

Anna hung her head, covered her face with both hands, and let the tears fall all over her cheeks.

When the trial started again, Anna stood quietly at the defendant's table and listened to the judge's statement.

" Defendant!"

Anna came back to her senses, and instead of looking at the judge, she looked at Robert.

Suddenly, she smiled, quiet and well- behaved, just like the first time when they met and she called him "honey' '.

Robert.' heart trembled by her gaze as if something was flowing away.

"Robert., my father is dead, and he had it coming, and I also have to go to jail."

"From now on, we are even! The past ten years, I will pretend I never met you....

Tears broke out from Anna eyes; she turned her head to the judge and said,

"I plead guilty!"

"No need to tell me, babe. I want to hear you climax," he said in a low voice.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

He quickly slipped in a second finger and slightly accelerated his movements. She was so wet that his fingers slid easily. When he could add a third, he enjoyed exploring her。

In a matter of days, I lost everything due to one man's madness. My family, my kingdom, my life. I was forced to flee.

That man rejected me and had me locked up in his dungeons. Where do I go from here?

And then, to my surprise, I find my second chance. Is the moon goddess playing with me?

Caught in a power struggle among three kings... What lies ahead? How will my past unfold?

"Sign it," he said.

Three years of marriage ended with a line and a pen that trembled in her hand. It wasn't the papers that hurt—it was the way he didn't even flinch when she did.

Amelia Hart walked out of his penthouse that night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heartbeat. She'd given Daniel Sterling everything—her love, her identity, her silent devotion—only to be discarded the moment she became inconvenient.

But when the empire he built begins to fall, when the cold CEO who never looked back suddenly needs the woman he threw away, he returns with the same hands that once let her go, now reaching for what he destroyed.

Only this time, there's a clause he didn't read…

"I said get out." My tone sliced through the room.
He stared like he didn't recognize me. Then, for the first time ever, Bron Tarquin–my murderer–backed away.
"You'll regret this."
"Close the door," I said softly, "before I show you what regret really feels like."
Zephyr Delphine dies in a car accident orchestrated by her stepbrother and his crime family, only to wake up five years in the past—the night before her arranged marriage to Avalon Cary, the ruthless billionaire CEO who's secretly the Alpha of North America's most powerful werewolf pack.In her first life, Zephyr was a meek, powerless human who Avalon rejected on their wedding night for his true mate. She spent years as his scorned contract wife before her step family killed her for her inheritance. But this time, Zephyr has a secret: the accident awakened her dormant bloodline. She's not just any wolf—she's a rare Lunar Phoenix, the only creature who can have multiple fated mates.
Avalon rejected her before, but now that she's stopped chasing him and is clearly hiding powerful secrets, he's obsessed with uncovering the truth about his "changed" wife while she's busy dismantling everyone who wronged her and potentially choosing a different mate entirely.

"Tell me you're not tempted."

Lucius's hand tightened around Ravelyn's wrist, golden eyes dark with frustration. "He's dangerous."

A low chuckle echoed behind her.

"Dangerous?" Kieran stepped closer, his gaze trailing over her like a sinful promise. "No, Angel. I'm honest. I don't try to hide her because of her bloodline."

Ravelyn should have been afraid.

For nineteen years, she had been the unstable girl with mismatched eyes and fire in her veins, hidden away by parents who insisted she was broken. Human.

Then her power awakened.

In one night, she destroyed everything she thought she knew and uncovered the truth: she is the last descendant of the Ancient Dragons, a bloodline so powerful it was erased from history.

At Gryphon's Gate Academy, where Angels, Demons, and creatures of myth prepare for a war that has been centuries in the making, Ravelyn becomes the center of an ancient prophecy.

The last Draken will either save the realms...

...or burn them to the ground.

Lucius, the infuriatingly protective High Angel, would rather lock her behind heaven's gates than risk losing her to the darkness threatening to consume her.

Kieran, the devastating Demon Prince with wicked smiles and dangerous hands, wants her to embrace every forbidden piece of herself—including the desire she tries so hard to deny.

One sees the girl she used to be.

The other worships the monster she's becoming.

Caught between duty and temptation, prophecy and passion, Ravelyn must decide who deserves her trust... and who deserves her heart.

Because when dragons love, they don't do it gently.

And the world has never survived a dragon in love.

Will Ravelyn rewrite fate—

or let the realms burn for the men who make her feel alive?

When the formidable matriarch of the city's most powerful mafia family dies, she leaves behind one final command. Every member of the family must return to the ancestral estate and remain there for seven days. Each evening, they must gather for dinner. Only if they fulfill her wishes will her fortune be divided.

None of them expect the true inheritance to be buried beneath silver.

As the first dinner begins, an ornate silver dome is lifted to reveal a secret the family has spent decades hiding. The following night uncovers another. With every revelation, old alliances fracture, accusations fly, and the walls of the estate close in around them. Lies become weapons, blood ties become liabilities, and everyone at the table has something to lose.

For the Don, the week becomes a nightmare. The family he trusted is not the family he thought he knew, and the memory of his dead wife—killed in a tragic accident three years ago—haunts every secret brought to light. Meanwhile, an overlooked cousin from an illegitimate branch and a mysterious distant relative unexpectedly find themselves caught in the center of a deadly game neither of them asked to play. Can they ride out the storm by clinging to each other?

Someone has spent years preparing this reckoning. Every dinner is another move in a carefully orchestrated plan. Every secret brings the family one step closer to ruin.

By the seventh night, the final silver dome will reveal a truth so devastating that nothing—not the family, the empire, or the inheritance—will ever be the same.

“I'm pregnant.”

Those three words should have been the happiest moment of Elena Whitfield Voss's life. Instead, a single photo of her husband in a hotel room and a message from another woman shatter the future she has dreamed of for her marriage.

For three years, Elena has loved billionaire CEO, Damien Voss with her whole heart. She sacrificed her dream and devoted herself to their home. She never questioned his late nights, his distant nature, or the walls he kept around his emotions. She believed their marriage was unshakable.

Until doubt finds its way in.

The more Elena searches for the truth, the more impossible it becomes to tell what's real and what's a lie. Every answer only leads to another secret, and every secret pushes her further away from the man she thought she knew.

Heartbroken, Elena walks away without revealing the secret growing inside her, a child Damien has always wanted.

Only after losing his wife does Damien realize the woman he took for granted has always been the one who owns his heart. But by then, the lies have already torn them apart.

But when love is buried beneath suspicion, silence, and shattered trust, can the truth still bring two hearts back together?

Or has someone already made sure there is no way back?

Clara Veyron’s life falls apart in a single night, her fiancé’s betrayal, her best friend’s lies, and a storm that leaves her wandering the streets alone. But heartbreak is nothing compared to what she finds next: a wounded stranger with silver eyes, a man whose very presence pulls her into a world she was never meant to see.

Kael Arden is no ordinary man. He is Alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack, bound by a curse that has destroyed every human woman who dared to love him. He swore never to claim a mate again, or to risk another innocent life. Until Clara’s touch heals what should have been fatal, and awakens a bond that should not exist.

Now Clara is hunted by rivals who see her as the key to Kael’s downfall, and despised by wolves who call her unworthy of their Alpha. Torn between her humanity and the fierce call of the wolf bond, she must choose: walk away from the man who could ruin her career and life, or fight beside him against enemies who would see them both destroyed.

But Kael has only one choice left. And this time, fate has given him something to lose.

She carries the last dragon's heart. He carries none at all.

Elysia is the last Dragon Keeper — a human-raised girl with a fallen angel's blood and a destiny she never asked for. When the Daggers, a ruthless human gang, hunt her and Azira, the last female dragon, Elysia flees to the one kingdom no mortal dares enter: Valkeryth, realm of the Vampire King.

Vexhalis Severain is no ordinary vampire. Half-demon, son of the Infernal King, he has no heart — literally carved from his chest by his own mother in a ritual of betrayal when he was nine. He lives on borrowed time, emotionless and cold, ruling a kingdom of ice and shadow. When Elysia arrives with her dragon, demanding sanctuary, he sees only a bargaining chip. She will be his Blood Mistress — or she will be wolf-bait.

But Elysia is not what she seems. The dragon heart in her chest protects her from the hollowed witches who seek to break her. The egg Azira laid in secret becomes the catalyst for a war between shadows. And Vexhalis, who has felt nothing for decades, begins to feel something — a dangerous, illogical pull toward the girl with hazel eyes and a grief that mirrors his own.

As they hunt for the stolen egg, rescue a captive male dragon, and unravel the conspiracy of the hollowed witches, Elysia's true nature awakens: black-and-white wings tearing from her back, a heritage she never knew, and a love that defies heaven and hell. But Vexhalis's borrowed time runs out at the worst possible moment — mid-battle, mid-love, mid-hope. He dies. He trades his memory of her to return. And Elysia must make him fall in love with her all over again.

Evan Hale had spent three years being invisible.

In the port city of Grayhaven, that meant midnight towing calls, grease under his nails, a cheap apartment above a closed pawnshop, and a daughter who still believed the world could be repaired with pancakes and tape. He let people call him broke. He let his ex-wife call him a failure. He let rich men look through him as if poverty had made him harmless.

Then Lily came to the tow yard with a hospital bracelet on her wrist and terror in her eyes.

The paperwork said Evan had lost his rights. The doctors said it was an emergency. The heir to Grayhaven's largest medical charity smiled like the city already belonged to him.

They were all wrong.

Because before Evan became a night-shift tow driver, he had been the man federal teams called when protected witnesses vanished, sealed evidence moved, and dangerous people needed to be found before sunrise. He had buried that life to keep his daughter safe.

Now the people hunting Lily had put her name on a list he recognized.

And Evan Hale was done hiding.

My mad mother, in her final moments, pressed a set of Russian nesting dolls into my arms.
"These cost me thirty years of my life. In return, they'll give you three ways out of death."
The first doll told me to go to a bar and bring home the third strange man I met.
The second doll, she said to open on the eve of my wedding. There was no note inside. Only a photograph — my groom, killing a woman wearing the exact same wedding dress as mine.
Three years later, on the eve of another wedding, I opened the last doll. I read the note, smiled, and dropped it in the trash.
It was only later that I understood —
This mad woman saw more clearly than anyone sane in this world.
Mom, I'm sorry.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the duct tape binding my wrists, and the second was that I had been kidnapped by a billionaire mafia boss who grabbed the wrong girl.

I would like to say my first reaction was brave, but it was mostly just panic. I was shoved into a massive stone mansion—the kind with gold columns and chandeliers the size of cars. If I was going to be kidnapped, I honestly expected something a little less... expensive.

I was dragged into a room full of terrifying men in suits. That’s when he walked in. Adrian DeLuca. Tall, broad-shouldered, with intense green eyes and a calmly dangerous physique that made everyone else in the room freeze. He was the CEO of Kidnapping, and annoyingly attractive. He stared at me, his sharp jawline tight, and said calmly, "This isn’t the Viper’s daughter. Who is this?"

I exhaled. "Well, you kidnapped me by mistake. Can I go home now? I have tuition to pay."

But Adrian didn't laugh. He stepped closer, his presence suffocatingly powerful. He had run a background check. "Your mother's maiden name is Volkov," he whispered, his eyes dark with a lethal promise. "The woman we intended to kidnap is the Viper’s daughter... and so are you."

My brain stalled. My absentee father was a ruthless crime lord?

"You are useful to me now," Adrian commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You will remain in this house. You will go where I tell you, and you will do what I tell you."

I glared at him. "You don't own me!"

He leaned in, his breath brushing my ear. "I do now."

At the Eternal Night Realm admission ceremony, Carly suddenly grabs my hand.

My heart pounds. I think he is going to announce our relationship to the entire continent.

Instead, he says, "Eve, thanks for everything these past five years. But Lym didn't make the cut. She's hurting right now, and I need to go back and be there for her."

He crushes the realm token right in front of thousands of people.

For five years, I hid my pureblood lord identity. I drained my magic until I literally coughed up blood, quietly paving every step of his way.

I thought we loved each other. I thought after this ceremony we would rise to the top together.

But his casual thanks for everything crushes five years of my devotion into dust.

What is even more laughable is that the moment the online backlash hits Lym, he calls me on the comms.

"Eve! You need to put out a statement to clear this up right now! As my friend, you owe me this!"

Friend?

My hand holding the crystal shakes.

I tried twenty times to finalize my betrothal with Caius for our overseas fellowship, but accidents kept hurting me. I thought it was fate’s test—until I heard him admit he planned it all. He wanted another girl, using my pain to make me quit, all to keep his reputation clean. Now awake, I ended this lie for good.

At the Met Gala, I heard my husband tell his friends in French that I'm "boring." That his 22-year-old girlfriend is "so much more exciting in bed."

He laughed when they asked if I knew. "Elle ne comprend même pas 'bonjour'." (She doesn't even understand 'bonjour'.)

What Marcus doesn't know: I spent two years at the Sorbonne.

Je comprends tout, Marcus. I understand everything.

The diamond necklace he gave me after my miscarriage suddenly feels too tight. I smile at him across the champagne and candlelight.

He has no idea what's coming.

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?"

My husband was a vampire lord, bound by a blood oath to the Elders. Forbidden from ever completing a mate bond.
But he bonded with me anyway. Every time he felt something for me, the oath punished him — ten minutes of agony. He endured it ninety-nine times and told me it was worth it.
To prove it, he carved a mark into my collarbone with his own blood. A promise: if I was ever in danger, he'd come for me. No matter what.
Then the Crimson Blight came — an ancient death curse, meant for another woman. His precious, fragile Elowen. And instead of letting it take her, he transferred it onto me.
I woke up chained in the sealed chamber beneath our own manor, blood core burning from the inside out. When I couldn't take any more, I activated his mark and reached through the bond for help.
I heard his voice. But he wasn't talking to me.
"She's a Blood Hunter. She can take it. She should bear this for me."
He didn't know I was three months pregnant with his child.

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…

Five years ago, Maya Vale came to a gala with a pregnancy test hidden in her clutch, ready to tell her billionaire husband, Adrian Cross, that they might finally have a child.

Instead, Adrian stood silent while his powerful family accused her of leaking pediatric records, stripped her of her work, and pushed her out of the marriage that should have protected her. Maya left with one secret and one rule: no one from the Cross family would ever get quiet access to her child.

Five years later, Maya returns as the founder of ValeCare and the mother of Lily, the daughter Adrian never knew existed. She did not come back to be claimed. She came back with rules, boundaries, and a life built far away from the Cross name.

But when Adrian sees Lily, the truth breaks open. His regret is immediate, but Maya refuses to let guilt become possession. As old accusations resurface and the Cross family reaches for Lily through schools, headlines, and family pressure, Maya must protect her daughter while forcing Adrian to face the truth he once refused to defend.

Can a man who erased his pregnant wife ever earn the right to stand beside her again?

I built Elias’s billion-dollar FinTech core system from the ground up. We once endured countless late nights in a basement, vowing to stick together. After the IPO, he grew obsessed with his fragile step-sister Mia. He shared my confidential code with her, ignored my pregnancy emergency, and lost our baby while comforting her. He even erased the secret love note I hid on page three of our architecture. Months later, his business crumbled, and he begged me for forgiveness with diamonds and his CEO resignation. But every chance he had is gone. I’ve built my own thriving tech company, and I’m never coming back.

I'm dead.

Died that rainy night, desperate because I couldn't scrape together five thousand dollars to save my dog.

Liam laughed at me over the phone—my childhood friend told me to quit the sob story. His new girlfriend Sarah said I should get on my knees and beg if I wanted her to toss me some scraps. They had no idea every dollar I owed those loan sharks was to cover up Liam's hit-and-run.

My dog died. So I jumped into Black Lake.

It wasn't until they pulled my body from the water that Liam found the surveillance footage in that tin box and realized what a massive mistake he'd made. Then he snapped, dragging Sarah and everyone else who killed me down into the depths, one by one.

Too bad it was already too late.

Ryan Aldridge had one rule: he showed up for whoever needed him most.

The problem was, it was never me.

Throat swelling shut in the ER? He was unclogging Sloane Harrington's drain. Anniversary dinner? He left between courses because Sloane was "spiraling."

I forgave it every time. I was the cool girl. The understanding fiancée.

Then my studio caught fire, and a beam came down on my chest.

I lay there—bleeding, pinned, choking on smoke—and watched Ryan vault over me to carry out a woman with a sprained ankle.

"Jocelyn, come on. You can handle this. Look at her—she's shaking."

Something in me went still. Not broken. Finished.

I twisted off the ring with blood-slick fingers and let it disappear into the ash.

Then I disappeared too.

After being poisoned by her foster sister for years—fed weight-gain hormones disguised as vitamins—Chloe Harrison lost 90 pounds and clawed her way back from rock bottom.
Her cruel foster sister Mia even tricked her into a humiliating one-night stand with what she called "a fat, balding stranger." But that night was anything but shameful—it was unforgettable.
Now Mia has one final insult: marry the "pathetic cripple" Mia publicly rejected—a bankrupt, wheelchair-bound recluse named Julian Astor.
However, everything changes when Chloe walks into that conference room. Julian isn’t a broken old man—he’s six-foot-three of raw power in a Tom Ford suit, a devastatingly possessive billionaire CEO who makes her forget how to breathe.
All of a sudden, her contract marriage turns into something dangerously real. Julian doesn’t just want her on paper—he wants to worship every curve, trace every scar, and take her every single night.
Why does his touch feel so hauntingly familiar? And why does he look at her like he’s been searching for her since that rainy night?
A ruthless billionaire couldn’t possibly be obsessed with the woman he was never supposed to keep… could he?

When Selina Peterman arrives in Rivers End one stormy night, it’s disorienting enough to discover she’s inherited a house. But when she learns that the house is filled to the rafters with junk—and uncomfortable family secrets—all she wants is to clean it, sell it, and get the heck out. No problem, except that she’s about to meet the biggest complication of all: the gorgeous caretaker who’s living there.Connor O’Donnell knows he shouldn’t get involved with the sexy granddaughter of the man he’d looked up to for so long. He’s not sure he’s even ready for a relationship, and getting involved with someone he knows isn’t going to stick around is risky—if not outright stupid. But with the snow falling outside and Christmas on the way, it’s all too easy for the two of them to stay inside and play house. It’s only for a few days, right? Come home to Rivers End and fall in love with this sweet, contemporary, small town, holiday romance.   A note from author CJ HuntWelcome to Rivers End! All my stories take place in the same small town and there is no right or wrong way to explore the stories. You can read them in chronological order, by miniseries (family or theme), or just jump in with any book, novella or story that interests you.A Touch of Magic in Rivers EndMerry (Merry+Dillon)Oona (Oona+Sam)The MacAllisters of Rivers EndSilver Bells (Jenna+Isaac, Beginnings)Tipsy (Shannon+Lucas)Reindeer Games (Ginger+Eli)Wedding Bells (Jenna+Isaac, HEA)Elfed (Lindsay+Noah)The O'DonnellsThe List (Selina+Connor)The Martinez FamilyMaybe (Lucie+Daniel)

"Our meeting was as impossible as two moons sharing the same sky…”
Nyxara has only one goal—to destroy the Blackmoon Royal Family. At Blackwood Academy for Supernaturals, Nyxara awakens powers no one has ever witnessed before. She becomes the first person in history to bond with Ignivar, the legendary Xerax Dragon, while the golden Fire Wolf sealed inside her since birth finally awakens. Her greatest enemy soon becomes her unwanted shadow. Logan Blackmoon—the arrogant Crown Prince of the Werewolf Kingdom—cannot stay away from the fearless girl who dares to challenge him at every turn. Then a mysterious transfer student named Dark arrives at the academy.

Sarah Lipman is an 18-year-old girl who grows up in fear and has been abused by her father for a long time.

Sarah has little hope for changing her future, and she loses her last grain of hope when her father sells her in a human trafficking auction.

Terrified, hopeless, and betrayed, Sarah gets sold to an infamous CEO. The hot and sophisticated Damon Tenner.

-You are my belle, do you hear me?-

Damon develops a newfound interest in Sarah in his possession, but he is still her captor.

And the question remains: Is there any way out?

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.

At first, I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world, at least maybe the sacrifices I had made over the past five years would pay off.
But I was wrong. I was just a replacement for Luna, whom no one ever wanted.
I was abandoned by Alpha, my husband, on our fifth wedding anniversary, for the woman who had left him.
What hurt even more was that the child I had raised with all my heart and soul ran into the arms of her biological mother, as if I had never meant anything to his.
Rejected, discarded, and cast out-all of it destroyed me. It felt as if the whole world had rejected me.
But just when I was about to disappear, fate brought me to the beginning of a resurrection I never imagined.

Will a man learn to love me if I’m good to him long enough?

I tried for seven years to warm his heart.
I thought if I just held on a little longer, he’d finally see me.
Because I loved him so deeply.

But what did I get in return?
His endless tenderness for another woman.
I pretended I didn’t care, until pneumonia landed me in the hospital.

On the day I was discharged, I found him standing there with our daughter, his whole world focused on caring for that woman.
Even my daughter, whom I’d raised with everything I had, wished that woman was her mother.

In that moment, my heart died completely.

I left the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked back into the chemical industry.
So what if seven years of marriage had worn me down?
I was still the top genius in my field.

But the divorce I’d wanted so badly never went through.
The man who once couldn’t have been colder to me now held on to me tighter than ever.
Our daughter refused to leave my side.

When he found my divorce papers,
the always cold and arrogant man pushed me against the wall and growled:

“Divorce? You’re mine. For life.”

For five years of secret marriage to Sebastian Hawthorne—one of New York's most powerful attorneys—he still refused to let our son Quinn call him "Daddy" in public.
At the firm, I was his on-call senior associate, the invisible workhorse cleaning up his messes and handling his impossible cases. At home, I was the single mother who stopped waiting up for a husband who never came home for dinner.
Everyone knew the new intern, Delilah Vance, was his favorite—a federal judge's daughter, his hand-picked "rising star."
I used to believe that if I worked hard enough, if Quinn behaved perfectly, the heart beneath all that arrogance would eventually soften.
Until that rainy night when he threw his wife of five years and their son out of their own home to comfort Delilah over some fabricated stalker scare.
And while Quinn collapsed in my arms, gasping through a severe allergic reaction, Sebastian was raising champagne with that woman at an impossible-to-book French restaurant, celebrating her win in a pointless mock trial.
Watching my son's pale face and the hope slowly dying in his eyes, five years of one-sided devotion finally reached its verdict.
The case is closed, Sebastian. I'm done.

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Lost in Lust is a collection of steamy stories that dive into passion, temptation, and raw s*x scenes.

Each story unfolds with sexual encounters and irresistible attraction, where sexual fantasies ignite and lovers surrender. Lost in Lust will leave you breathless and sexually aroused.


And then he pushed his cck inside her once more. He had a hold of her hips and he kept her in place as he went back to fuking her hard.

She felt her breasts swinging backward and forward once more as he thrust at her pusy.
She could feel a slight ache, a throbbing, in her pusy.

“Oh Fuck me Peter fck me! Fill me with your cm!!
That di*k feels soo freaking good!”

Ten years ago, on the day my family was destroyed, Ezra Ashford promised to marry me.
Ten years passed. He refused to honor that promise, and he refused to mark me. The feral instincts in my blood were growing wilder by the day, pushing me to the brink of madness—yet he turned around, announced his engagement to Ophelia, the beloved daughter of the Silvermane Pack, and casually sold me off to Rhysand, a scarred, half-burned monster who cleaned corpses for a living.
On his wedding night, Ezra actually abandoned Ophelia, kicking down my door in his tailored tuxedo.
Only to freeze in his tracks.
I sat naked on the edge of the bed. Rhysand, the supposedly lowly corpse cleaner, had me wrapped in his arms. The bite mark on the back of my neck was still bleeding.