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Elena Moretti was supposed to marry the respectable brother, the one she was meant to love, not awaken the monster in the other.
Elena Moretti dreams of a happy ever after with her childhood best friend, Rafael Rossetti Romano, the one man she has loved all her life. Instead, she collides with Nikolai Rossetti Romano, the cold, ruthless mafia heir who looks at her like he wants to ruin every vow she has ever made.
One ride from the airport.
One forbidden spark.
And suddenly her fiancé’s brother is everywhere, too close, too protective, too hungry.
Nikolai is the man she should fear, yet he is the one who sets her skin on fire.
When Elena uncovers the deadly secrets buried inside the Rossetti empire, the line between danger and desire disappears because the only man willing to burn the world for her is the one she can never have. She belongs to his brother.
But her body aches for him.
And Nikolai never shares, even though their marriage was just on paper.


When I sit in my fiancé’s lap and kiss him softly, I expect warmth… not danger.
But then his brother, the mafia werewolf boss with a temper that shakes the room, growls my name. One word. One warning. One jealous roar that makes the entire room fall silent.
He storms out, but not before giving me a look that scorches my skin.
Minutes later, as I walk into the kitchen, a strong hand yanks me into a dark room.
His hand.
His fury.
His lips crash into mine, hard, bruising, hungry until I’m breathless, shaking, and needy
His mouth drags to my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he growls:
“I don’t forgive easily, firefly.
And when I’m jealous…
I burn worlds.”

"What makes you think you deserve to touch me?" I demanded. "Why don't you go to your mistress instead?"
"You're kind of... small. For a man of your stature."
The King froze. For three years, he'd treated me like nothing and tonight, he'd finally decided to claim what was his.
He didn't know I wasn't the girl he'd broken.
I went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen.
One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn't. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don't remember, and the King I'm bound to doesn't love me—he loathes me.
They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me.
Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty. I am not her. And if this King thinks I'll kneel, he's about to learn what a true Queen is made of.

"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?"
Once upon One Night Stand in Milan, Italy-
He snuck out in the morning before she woke up. And when she finally woke up, she couldn't remember who the stranger was she had a one night stand with.
Years later, they still couldn't get over each other. He turned into a womanizer to forget her and she remained single, because she couldn't get the One Night Stand out of her head.
They both break their heads to find each other. He is in search of the girl that stole his heart during a One Night Stand and she is for the guy that made her fall in love.
But as the saying goes: "What's meant to be, will find its way back."
Will it be that easy?

"She took everything from me," I whispered.
Benjamin nodded once. "But she doesn't know you're alive."
" I want revenge," I said, my voice cold. "She doesn't get to win. Not after this."
"I figured you would," Benjamin said.
"Why did you help me?" I asked him. "Why are you helping me?
"Just know that I'm your secret admirer."He said.


On the day of my wedding, I was stabbed, left to die... and forgotten. While I bled in my wedding dress, my fiancé married my sister.
And my adoptive family, the people who I thought loved me, never even looked for me. They all moved on, like I never existed. I thought my world had ended.
But I refused to stay a victim. Benjamin Grey, CEO of Grey Global found me, saved me, and helped me rise again.
When I thought I would get my revenge, I found out that my biological mother who had been missing for fifteen years was alive, and held captive by my adoptive parents.
The more I try to find peace, the more trouble comes in. And I wished I had died that day. Maybe death would've been easier than living with everything I now know. Maybe I won't have to face all these traumas.
But life had other plans.

I was raised underground, hiding from the monsters who slaughtered my pack. The Blue Moon crest is the only thing I see every night before I close my eyes. Revenge is my only purpose on earth.

And then, I find him. Alpha Lucian of the Blue Moon Pack. The man who rejected me the moment he thought I was human. My mate. My enemy.

But fate twists crueller when I start my revenge. His Enforcer, Darius, carries the other half of my soul and the darker side of my bloodline. He knows how I am, but worse, he knows what I want.
In Blue Moon Park, nothing is as it seems. And if I don't kill the Alpha first, my forbidden second mate will kill me.

Six months after watching her fiancé die in a devastating car crash, Calla West finds herself walking down the aisle toward the wrong man entirely. Adrian Thorne possesses his twin brother’s face but none of Alaric’s warmth—he’s calculating, controlling, and dangerously obsessed with claiming everything he believes should have been his from birth. What begins as a marriage she entered to honor her lost love’s memory rapidly transforms into a suffocating psychological prison built on lies, manipulation, and deadly family secrets that span generations.
Trapped in a union she cannot escape and haunted by a love she cannot forget, Calla must navigate a deadly survival game. The stakes are her freedom, sanity, and the shocking truth about what happened that night.
Some secrets are worth killing for. Others are worth dying to protect.

This is my boss....
Who the hell is this? Why is she so dirty, my gosh when was the last time you showered? I can't stand this, take her away, I can't marry her. He shoved her away, she smells worse than a skunk
Excuse you, yes, you are excused
She scoffed, I can't believe this is what am dealing with, a self-centered over pompous selfish brat
Who are you calling a brat, do you know who I am and what I can do to you
I know who you are, you are one of those arrogant prick who thinks the world revolve around them
Oh my gosh, this is so entertaining, where have you been all my life, Tobias burst out laughing breaking us from our piercing gaze we were giving each other. I think I rendered him speechless...

Catastrophe brought them together.

Leandro's from his unfaithful fiancee. The woman whom he thought was different from all the women who have come and gone in his life has no difference at all. Worst than all of them.

And Lorianne is from the tragedy. Her excited vacation turned into a nightmare when the cruise ship she was boarded waved goodbye from the surface of the ocean.

Alex Rivera has always been the quiet, dependable one—the best friend who stays in the shadows while everyone else shines. For years, he’s hidden his love for his best friend, Ethan Carter, watching him date one woman after another, smiling and wishing him well while his own heart breaks in silence.

When Alex’s family arranges a marriage with Sophia Martinez, a kind and intelligent woman, Alex decides it’s time to let go of his impossible dreams. But on the night before the wedding, Ethan shows up at his door, his eyes filled with anguish. “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling Alex into his arms. “But I love you.”

Now, Alex is torn between the life he’s accepted and the love he’s always wanted. As secrets unravel and emotions run high, Alex must decide whether to follow his heart or honor the expectations of his family. In a world where love isn’t always enough, can Alex and Ethan find a way to be together, or will the weight of tradition tear them apart?

She's a Pack doctor. He's a fugitive Rogue.
For two years, Dr. Nora Caldwell has been healing wounds in the shadows—treating Rogue injuries off the books and gathering evidence that the official narrative is built on lies. But when she's assigned to hunt down a notorious Rogue leader, she realizes the man she's been falling for is the same one she's sworn to destroy, forcing her to choose between duty and truth.
Reth never meant to let her close. As a former operative turned underground revolutionary, he knows that love is a liability and trust is a weapon. But Nora sees past the armor, sees past the scars—and when she discovers what he's really fighting for, she has to make an impossible choice.
Fight for the system that trained her. Or fight alongside the man who could bring it all down—and risk everything she believes in.
In a world where the government manufactures enemies to justify genocide, where genetic purity is law, and where love becomes an act of treason—Nora and Reth must decide if their connection is worth burning everything for.
Sometimes, the most dangerous thing is choosing the truth.

Three years ago, I signed the Silver Vow for her, sealing away my supreme Alpha bloodline. I swallowed my pride in a greasy auto shop, living as a pathetic loser anyone could step on.
Three years later, arm-in-arm with a New York billionaire, she threw the divorce papers in my face and called me the only stain on her perfect life.
In a dark, rain-swept alley, three elite Lycans carried out their orders to shatter my limbs and dump me into the Hudson River.
As I lay dying, the Silver Vow finally shattered. The moment my eyes snapped open, every supernatural creature in Manhattan dropped to their knees—because the First Alpha, the king who united the European underworld a thousand years ago, had returned.

The aliens invaded. A toxic fog rolled in. New York turned into a living hell.
But I was forced into a tight spot. A strict Mother Teresa System bound itself to my soul.
I had to save everyone. Betrayers, killers, enemies—it didn't matter. If I didn't help them, the system would execute me on the spot.
Everyone mocked me.
They thought I was soft. The shelter captain stripped my weapons and threw me out into the dead zone.
They thought I was a dead man walking.
They were wrong.
They didn't know my system rewarded me with the ultimate Light ability.
So, get behind my blade.
I am going to save New York, whether it likes it or not.

I'm Riley. Orphan. Motorcycle mechanic. And the biggest fool in Texas.

For ten years, I thought oil tycoon Colt loved me. His adopted daughter by day, his woman by night. I actually believed his whispered promises in the dark.

Then I watched him announce his engagement to someone else.

"Your father saved my life. You're my responsibility," he said when I confronted him. Like I was some charity case. Like everything between us meant nothing.

I was never his girlfriend. I was his guilt.

But here's the thing—I never asked to be anyone's debt.

So I'm packing my tools, starting my bike, and getting the hell out of here.

The apocalypse has arrived, but I am merely the villainous master in a doomsday novel.

The mission given to me by the system is to humiliate my kind-hearted fiancée, Avery.

Looking at the only dry rations left before us, I stomped them into pieces right in front of all the wasteland refugees, grinding them into the muddy ice and snow with the sole of my shoe, and commanded condescendingly:

"Bitch, lick it clean."

Instead of running away, she trembled and knelt before me submissively, lifting her head with a look of near-morbid attachment burning in her eyes.

Wait a minute, didn't the original script say she would become my mortal enemy?

Why is she kissing me?

She has lived hundreds of lives and each one ended horribly.
He, once her companion, cannot forget her beyond time.
She, kidnapped into a world unknown to her, tries everything to get back home. But what are these dreams?

[…] Stones are thrown at dirty mutts… Rats are burned… […]

Immerse yourself in the world of Athaerion.

My fiancée Chloe dumped me, a veteran, for Seth's multi-million dollar fortune. As she left, she threw $100,000 at me with contempt in her eyes.
Little did I know that while I was using the money to stockpile weapons and food and upgrade the steel fortress, she and Seth were squandering it all in their luxurious villa.
Seven days later, the zombie outbreak occurred. I was enjoying steak and red wine in the fortress, while that despicable couple was slapping each other over a mouthful of dirty water in the ruins.
Thanks to my ex-girlfriend's generous sponsorship, I lived like a king in the apocalypse.

They threw him in the river like garbage.
They should have made sure he didn't swim back.
Cain Devereaux gave ten years of his life to the Devereaux crime family. Ten years of loyalty, blood, and silence. He trained their soldiers. He buried their enemies. He kept their secrets even when keeping them meant destroying his own soul. And the moment he became inconvenient, his boss who was the man he called brother, put a bullet in his chest and tossed him into the river like a used cartridge.
He woke up in the dark with water in his lungs and a voice in his head.
The Ledger of Debts has been activated.
Every name. Every betrayal. Every humiliation logged and catalogued, waiting for collection. The System doesn't ask Cain to become a hero. It doesn't demand redemption or righteousness. It demands payment. And Cain is more than willing to be the instrument of collection.
One by one, the people who wrote him off will learn the truth they buried with him: that the most dangerous man in any room is the one you already think is dead.
The debts are due and Cain doesn't negotiate

She planned to give her virginity to her boyfriend.
Instead, she gave it to his best friend.
In the darkness, one mistake changes everything.
Now bound by a secret they swore to bury, Veda and Winslow must pretend nothing happened…
But some nights refuse to be forgotten.
And some feelings? Impossible to ignore.

If there is one person Josie hates more than her aunt Beth, it's Richard Kingston. The boy who tortured her growing up. But she thought she'd seen the last of him years ago. So, why the hell is he showing up now to ruin her life? Why is he demanding she marry him, when she was planning on marrying her boyfriend James? And why does it seem like he's keeping secrets she doesn't want to unlock?

My life had been a nightmare until one accident changed everything.
One moment, I was the girl Ethan Blake rejected without a second glance.
The next, I woke up inside his body.
Ethan Blake.
Captain of the hockey team. King of the campus. The same guy who told me to stop wasting everyone's time and just die.
Now I wore his face, carried his name, and lived his life.
And I remembered every cruel thing he had done to me.
So I started returning the favor.
I smiled in front of his friends while tearing apart his perfect reputation piece by piece. I turned his world upside down while everyone still believed I was him.
But Ethan wasn't gone.
And he wasn't willing to stay silent.
The more I took from him, the more desperate he became to reclaim his body.
Even if it meant coming back to me—
On his knees.
Begging.

While I bled to death locked in a storage room, my fiancé Adrian was holding my sister's hand, comforting her.

He hung up on my final call for help, leaving only a voicemail: "If anything happens to Lena, the engagement is off."

My sister once said her birthday wish had always been for me to disappear.

That night, her wish came true early.

But my soul never left.

I watched everyone gather around her, singing happy birthday.

As she blew out the candles, I whispered in her ear:

"Enjoy it while it lasts. This will be your last birthday."

I was seven months pregnant when the car crash left me hemorrhaging and clinging to life.

My husband, an attending physician, burst into the ER—only to turn around and divert the last bags of blood meant to save me and our child.

He gave them to the woman who had hit me: his first love, Sienna, who had just returned from overseas.

When I woke up from surgery, I learned that I hadn't just lost our baby; I had permanently lost my uterus.

Yet my husband didn't bring me comfort. He brought a Waiver of Prosecution.

He was disguising attempted murder as a tragic accident, using custody of our daughter as leverage to force me to drop the charges.

I refused to sign. He slammed the door and left.

But the door didn't latch. Through the crack, I heard him soothing Sienna:

"Don't be afraid. Clara can't live without me. Once she's done throwing her tantrum, she'll sign it like a good girl."

In that moment, I swallowed every ounce of my agony, picked up the phone, and called my lawyer.

"Draft a divorce agreement for me."

After being abandoned by my husband one last time and rejected by my own son, I finally hit my breaking point.
Because I was dying.
At the very end, fate sent me back to the world I once knew.
And there, love and glory swept over me like a flood.

In my last life, I shoved my wife Sarah out of the path of an oncoming car and ended up critically injured myself.
My mother-in-law, determined to get her hands on my savings, secretly switched my medication with cheap knockoffs and left me permanently infertile.
Then she showed up at my office and made a huge scene, pressuring me to quit my job and become a full-time househusband.
As for her and Sarah? They had the nerve to move in some so-called lover who could "carry on the family line," then used my hard-earned money to support him under my own roof.
When the apocalypse hit, they locked me in a room and fed me to that infected homewrecker.
Now that I've been given a second chance, I look at the three parasites standing in front of me—mocking me, acting self-righteous...
I feel no anger. Only amusement.
Fourteen days until the zombie outbreak, and they're still dreaming about how to bleed me dry.
This time, I'm taking back every cent they stole from me—with interest.
And when the end finally comes, I'll be sitting inside my impenetrable safe house, watching with ice in my veins as they turn on each other in despair.

I've run a pet rescue shop for five years. I've lost count of the animals I've saved. Around the neighborhood, people call me the good Samaritan of Main Street. My husband, Adam Carter, and I have been married five years, and he's always been gentle and attentive.

It's a rainy night in late fall, and I come across an injured starling in the alley on my way home, its wing broken.

The second I scoop it into my arms, a man's voice cuts through the dark.

"Tomorrow night, eight o'clock. Whatever you do, don't go home. Your husband's going to sneak out with your best friend, and on the road, they're going to hit someone and kill them. Then they're going to run, and they're going to pin it on you."

I look down into the starling's eyes, and the color drains out of my face.

Five years of what I thought was love, and it was just a trap waiting to close in.

A talking bird. Nobody's going to believe that if I go to the cops.

I don't even think twice. I just take the bird and head downtown.

In my last life, my boyfriend's childhood best friend handed out jars of homemade sunscreen on the boat ride to the island. I'm a marine bio major — one sniff and I knew the mix had something in it that could drive the island's feral hogs into a frenzy. I told everyone to throw them out.
They did. But Brynn didn't look at the group. She looked at me. Eyes red, jaw tight. "You just can't stand seeing people appreciate anything I do, can you?" She turned and ran into the woods alone.
We searched for her all night in a storm. By morning we found her body at the bottom of the cliffs.
A week later, at her memorial bonfire on the beach, every person who'd gotten hurt during the search turned on me. My boyfriend ripped off his bandage and showed his stitches. "If you hadn't humiliated Brynn in front of everyone, she'd still be alive."
Someone said I should burn for what I did to her.
Then hands on my back. The fire. I burned alive on the sand while seventeen people watched.
I opened my eyes. Salt air. Engine noise. I was back on the boat — the morning of the trip.

I longed for family affection and true love all my life. I tried my best to get along with my stepbrother Karen, and wholeheartedly loved his friend Nolan. However, my sincerity was trampled into the mud. They conspired to hurt me, spread indecent content to ruin my life, and even broke the last relic left by my grandmother. I suffered countless humiliations and injuries, then chose to leave without saying goodbye. Years later, the two men were trapped in endless regret, but I had already walked out of the shadow of the past. Trust is gone, and so is my tenderness for them.

I ranked first and snagged the most prestigious job offer in the city. Yet, not a single person congratulated me.
Because for the past twenty years, every top student who received this offer from the medical school "committed suicide" that very night.
Reporters blocked the school gates, grinning as they asked if I planned to jump off a building or swallow a bullet. My roommate grabbed my collar, screaming curses, wishing me dead.
Too bad they all completely miscalculated. I come from a filthy rich family, I’m perfectly sane, and top psychologists have signed off that I have zero suicidal tendencies. I have no reason to die.
So, I looked straight into the live cameras and declared: "If my body is found tomorrow morning, it’s not suicide. It’s murder!"
After all, for that final exam, I turned in a blank paper.

I caught my husband sleeping with my sister, so I burned it all down.
The fire burned fierce, swallowing that abandoned cabin in the woods, along with my shattered marriage.
With the stench of gasoline still lingering on my fingertips, I thought I had finally buried the man who betrayed me.
Until the next morning, when he walked through the front door without a single scratch.
My mind reeled.
If he was still alive... then who the hell did I burn to a crisp last night?

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

I obeyed without thinking, opening my thighs to him as he positioned himself between them.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"Yes,"

His hand drifted lower, over my stomach, until his fingers found my clit. He circled it slowly, deliberately, watching my face. "Do you like how I touch you here?"

I nodded, unable to form words.

"Use your words, Elena. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," I gasped. "I like it."

"Tell me what you want, Elena." His fingers continued their torturous exploration, dipping inside me then returning to circle my clit. "Be specific."

I swallowed hard. "I want... I want you inside me."

He shook his head slightly. "Not good enough. Tell me exactly what you want."

My face burned with embarrassment. "I want your cock inside me. Please."


In a world where humans rank at the bottom of a hierarchy dominated by vampires and werewolves, Elena once had it all: a loving family and a devoted werewolf boyfriend.
Then her world shattered. Her stepmother schemed to sell her to a vampire as a blood source, while her boyfriend betrayed her for her roommate, claiming Elena was "too ordinary" and "not wild enough" for him.
Drowning her sorrows in alcohol, Elena encounters a mysterious stranger and shares a passionate night with him.
What she doesn't realize is that her one-night stand is none other than the formidable Alpha leader of the Silver Moon werewolf clan—the most powerful werewolf in existence.

The dress she wore looked innocent at first glance. Soft cream silk, thin straps, short enough to reveal the smooth length of her legs. But as she moved, the slits at the sides shifted apart, exposing flashes of skin along the curve of her thighs and hips. My jaw tightened with an overwhelming desire. She noticed exactly where my eyes had gone. Her gaze lifted slowly to mine, and for a brief second I caught something dangerous there. Annoyance. And desire too. It flickered across her face before she turned away from me. Why did she have to pretend that she didn't want me as much as I wanted her too?

“I don't like butterflies, ” I said quietly.

Her brows furrowed slightly. “Why?”

“A butterfly flies away eventually.” My grip around her waist tightened. "Is that your plan?"

Her eyes returned to mine. “And if it is?”

“Wrong answer. You can't fly away.”

I lowered my second hand from her neck to her waist slowly. The silk bunched beneath my fingers. Gods. She felt soft everywhere, making my control thin dangerously.

“We don’t need a ceremony,” I murmured against her skin.

“Silas…” that was her cry for help, for reasoning. But it was too late. All I heard was her begging me to mark her.

My wolf surged immediately. I kissed the side of her neck again, slower this time, letting my mouth linger against her pulse. I could feel how fast her heart was beating now. The need to claim her was already unbearable. I tightened my arms around her as the mark settled beneath her skin. My breathing turned rough instantly from the force of it. The feeling was almost overwhelming. Her knees nearly buckled beneath her afterward. I caught her immediately. Her fingers clutched my shirt tightly while she tried to steady herself. Then slowly, she lifted trembling fingers toward her neck.

“What...?” she whispered.

I felt no regret for claiming her. She would be mine. Forever.
Fate may have chosen Silas for Alexa but somewhere in the shadows, someone is watching. Someone who believes Alexa stole the life that should have been hers. And she'll do whatever it takes to take it back. Even if it means destroying Alexa in the process.
And when buried secrets begin to surface, Alexa will be forced to answer one impossible question: What is more dangerous than being claimed by an Alpha?

She was betrayed by those she trusted most. Now she's back for revenge.

Nevada thought she'd found her fated mate, only to discover it was all part of her sister Bernadette's cruel scheme. Rejected, humiliated, and cast out while pregnant, Nevada disappeared.

Five years later, she returns to New York as CEO of the Lewiston empire, ready to destroy those who betrayed her. But when Grey discovers their five-year-old daughter, everything changes.

"Please," I gasped. "Don’t stop. Fuck me."

He leaned down and kissed me as his cock sank deep into my deepest part.

I tightened my legs around his waist, overwhelmed by the unparalleled pleasure and the perfect rightness of our bodies joining.


My name was once Eileen—a maid who was burned alive for her mistress’s crimes.

Now I’ve woken up in her body: Vespera Thorne, the cruel noblewoman who stole the Dragon’s Heart and dragged me with her to the stake.

Worse still? The Dragon’s Heart is still hidden in Vespera’s room. And the dragon searching for it? He’s now a beautiful, amnesiac young man named Cassius.

He doesn’t know that when he regains his memories, that cold, ancient god will burn me to ashes because of this deception.

If I want to escape being burned alive, I must complete the Soul Contract with him—so that even after he remembers everything, he won’t be able to kill me.

The problem? I don’t know if the Soul Contract succeeded.

And his attitude toward me has become hot and cold… Could it be that he’s already regained his memories?

⚠️ READER ADVISORY ⚠️

This is not a traditional fantasy romance.

This book explores the darker side of love—built on lies, manipulation, and moral dilemmas.

The female protagonist is not a misunderstood good girl. The story contains deception and forced bonds.

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.

Sable Hale ran from the one man fate chose for her.

In the Black Pine Pack, there is no bond stronger than the mate bond and no greater betrayal than rejecting your Alpha. But when Sable discovers the truth about the man destined to rule beside her, she chooses freedom over a crown she never wanted.

Five years later, she has built a life far from the pack and the Alpha who once set her soul on fire.

Until the past finds her again.

Kier Blane never stopped searching for the woman who ran from him. As Alpha of Black Pine, he has power, loyalty, and an entire pack at his command but none of it matters without the mate who shattered his heart.

When Sable is dragged back into pack territory to face trial for abandoning her people, the fragile peace between them explodes. Old wounds reopen. Dangerous secrets surface. And the bond they tried to destroy refuses to stay buried.

But someone in the pack has their own plans for the throne and for Kier.

With betrayal lurking in the shadows and the council threatening to tear them apart, Sable must decide what matters more: the freedom she fought for… or the Alpha she never truly stopped loving.

Because running from fate is one thing.

Surviving it is another.

"You are mine alone and no one else would have you" Jayden the school's well known bully and an unrepentant playboy shrieked at her and she frowned anger seething through her.

"Point of correction, I would never be yours so get that into your thick stupid skull".

"Get away from me for I have a have a boyfriend who awaits me" Rhoda yelled at him pushing him off and walking away from his sight.



Jayden was the school's head bully. Once you refused to sleep with him, he would bully you till you succumbed.

In Rhoda's case, she was strong headed and refused to be affected by his bullies.

She ignored him and bare whatever thing he does to her as long as he never saw her panties.

She was finally happy she when they entered their final class as would soon be freed from his bully but it looked like the moon goddess hated her and would never let her be happy "so she thought".

Rhoda's world crumbled the day she finally turned 18 and discovered that her boyfriend Luca who had been with her ever since she was 8 wasn't his mate, rather it was Jayden whom she dreaded.

Jayden was grateful as the strong headed girl would finally melt in his hands.

But was Luca who rejected his mate a year ago for his girlfriend ever going to allow Jayden have what was his?

Would Rhoda ever accept Jayden as her mate?

Would Jayden be letting her go just because they might refuse?

Read on to find out in this fantastic novel.

I met my future husband from thirty years later in a late-night diner. He knows every hidden habit and secret of mine. Mistaking the star quarterback for my destined love, I endured endless ambiguity and humiliation from him and his stepsister. But when he abandoned me in front of the whole school, I finally learned the truth — the man meant to love me for a lifetime was never him.

I died on my birthday.

While kidnappers shattered my limbs and violated me to death, my family was throwing a grand party for my sister Chloe—yes, we shared the same birthday, but only hers was worth celebrating.

I called my father for help. He sneered and hung up: "Stop using this pathetic kidnapping stunt to ruin Chloe's birthday."

I called my fiancé Mark. He said with disgust: "If you're going to die, do it somewhere far away."

In the final second before the flames consumed me, I finally understood—

I was never loved in this family.

And now that I'm truly dead, now that they've discovered Chloe hired those men to kill me, now that the truth has been exposed to the world...

Will they regret it?

Or will they, as always, continue to favor Chloe and blame everything on me—the dead one?

The day I died, my sister wore the wedding dress I had always dreamed of, and married my boyfriend.
My family felt no sorrow over my disappearance.
My brother suspected I deliberately avoided blessing my sister.
My silent father believed I was malicious, unwilling to see my sister surpass me.
My mother called me ungrateful and demanded I apologize to my sister.
They didn't care if I was alive.
They were only worried that my absence would sadden my sister by denying her my blessing.

Adam Blake travelled into the future over two thousand years later in the era of great interstellar development and became a small, down-on-his-luck lord of a planet in the Milky Way Galaxy. He activated the pirate system, and from then on became a pirate lord who made people scared. A certain Baron, ‘What! That madman came to my territory and looted the natural ingredients again!' A certain Viscount, ‘Bastard!...

They put the calm ones on graveyard. I'm calmer than calm - I can't read a face to save my life, but give me a voice and I'll tell you what you ate for dinner and what you're lying about.

3:07 a.m. A woman calls. A struggle. The line dies.

By sunrise there's no body, no report, and the call I logged has wiped itself clean - like it never rang. The whole city is asleep on it.

But I've never trusted the system. I keep my own copy of every call.

He erased her. I kept the tape. Now he just has to find out the night guy nobody looks at has been listening the whole time.

Father calls me and Chloe into his study, and two documents already sit on the desk. On the left, the Whitfield family succession papers. On the right, the marriage agreement with the Sullivan family.

He lights a cigar, the smoke half hiding his face. "You two need to make a choice today. One of you takes over the Whitfield family. The other marries Derek Sullivan."

In my last life, Chloe took the succession papers.

She sat down in Father's office, put on an expensive suit, called in every department head, and announced she'd make the Whitfield family stronger. But she couldn't even read a warehouse ledger, didn't know which shipping route mattered most, couldn't tell flattery from threats in a family meeting.

Within three years, the south warehouse burned down, the north route slipped out of our hands, and cash kept bleeding out of the books like there was a hole in them.

Father died on a dark street, three bullets in his chest.

Chloe fled with whatever money was left, and I got married off to Derek instead.

After the wedding, he took my passport and locked me in the basement of the Sullivan estate. When I refused to sign the transfer documents, he had them cut off my water for three days straight. In family meetings, one wrong word out of me and he'd slap me in front of everyone. During an ambush, he shoved me right into the line of fire.

Later, Chloe found me. She pointed a gun at my chest, and there wasn't a trace of sisterly feeling left in her eyes. "This is all because you're useless. If you'd helped Derek keep the Sullivan family steady, Whitfield wouldn't have gone under."

I opened my eyes in a pool of blood and woke up back on this day.

I woke up to the truth that I had somehow ended up inside a mafia novel, cast as Richard’s “burdensome little sister.”
The day I was disfigured saving him, Richard held my hand and swore I was his only weakness.
He said even if the fire had turned me into a monster, I would still be his.
But I knew the truth. I wasn’t his weakness but the curse he could never escape.

Ten years ago, on the night of the fire, I stepped into an ocean of flames for him. In return, I got burns across sixty-three percent of my body and ten years locked inside his guilt.
Stella, the mafia heiress who loved Richard so desperately it bordered on madness, once stood beside my hospital bed, crying as she begged me to let him go.
“You’re his only weakness,” she said, her voice shaking. “The Miller Family already has their eyes on him… Please. Just set him free.”

So I put on a veil and married the man Richard hated most, Frank of the Miller Family.
At the wedding, Richard’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my arm.
“Tell me the truth,” he demanded hoarsely. “Are you doing this willingly?”
Through the cheap veil covering my ruined face, I smiled at him. “Yes. I’m tired. I don’t want to be your burden anymore.”

But on our wedding night, Frank tore the veil from my head. He stared at my twisted, scarred face and sneered. “Jesus… you’re fucking ugly.”
When Frank pinned me down, my fingers brushed against the gun Richard had secretly slipped into my wedding dress.
Along with it was a bloodstained note. His handwriting was frantic, almost insane.
Just one word—Live.

And right now, my adoptive father was waiting at the North Dock with men from the Miller Family, ready to silence me for good.
Because the fire ten years ago, the one that burned my adoptive mother to death, was started by him.
Now everyone wants me dead.
But Richard…This time, for you, I’m going to stay alive, even if I have to crawl all the way to the gates of hell.

I was doted to the bone by the mafia heir, Ethan — he took bullets for me, endured 99 lashes, and promised to take me to see the Southern Sea that never freezes!
But he let Ashley get pregnant with his child.
He accused me of causing Elara’s pollen allergy, and even gave the only keepsake left by my mother — a bracelet — to Ashley as an apology.
He said, "It’s just a bracelet."

During an argument, he shoved me down, causing my head to bleed, yet he rushed to the hospital with Ashley, not even bothering to look back at me.
I lay in the hospital getting stitches, and his suit still carried Ashley’s perfume. He yelled at me, "You followed me to the hospital to cause trouble!" My heart shattered, yet he still lied to me, "I only love you. After this fake wedding, I’ll take you away!"

[From the Cold Blooded series]

In the city where shadows trade secrets and blood seals deals, Noah Bellion is a name whispered like a warning. They call him the Devil from Nowhere—a man of charm as sharp as the knife he hides beneath his tailored suit, a strategist who bleeds without flinching and smiles like sin itself.

Elodie, a quiet florist girl with secrets of her own, steps into his world searching for her missing brother. But Noah sees more than her desperation—he sees what she’s hiding. Something dangerous. Something he wants.

Their attraction is undeniable, but so is the quiet war between them—desire twisted with mistrust, fear tangled with fascination. Because Noah isn’t just the man who could save her. He’s also the man who could ruin her—and make her love him for it.

“You're afraid of me, Elodie… but not enough to stay away.”

"No, I still want to run. I'm afraid of you."

"Good. Fear means you know exactly what I can do to you."

“I will not listen to any more of your insolent behaviour boy. You brought this on yourself. You marked this young woman and now you must take her as yours.”

In that instant Ziza felt her heart shrivel, die and plummet deep into the bottom of her acidic stomach. Take her as his? Her hand in marriage? Surely the king wouldn’t be so cruel that he would give her hand in marriage to his beast of a son.

She just lost her job, lost her boyfriend, and was tortured by her half-siblings and their mother. And this was what she got—marrying a ruthless, cold prince who’d slapped her and insulted her?!

Would she have even a glimmer of hope in this arranged marriage?

let a stranger destroy me in a hotel room.

Two days later, I walked into my internship and found him sitting behind the CEO's desk.

Now I fetch coffee for the man who made me moan, and he acts like I’m the one who crossed a line.


It started with a dare. It ended with the one man she should never want.

June Alexander didn’t plan to sleep with a stranger. But on the night she celebrates landing her dream internship, a wild dare leads her into the arms of a mysterious man. He’s intense, quiet, and unforgettable.

She thought she’d never see him again.
Until she walks into her first day at work—
And finds out he’s her new boss.
The CEO.

Now June has to work under the man she shared one reckless night with. Hermes Grande is powerful, cold, and completely off-limits. But the tension between them won’t go away.

The closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep her heart and their secrets safe.

Riley Royce life shatters the night she finds her boyfriend in bed with her roommate. Heartbroken, humiliated, and burning for payback, she does something wildly out of character at a party.

She kisses a stranger, slow and daring, just to make her ex choke on regret.

That stranger is Kai Rossi. The campus hockey captain. Untouchable. Dangerous. The kind of man girls fantasize about and never actually get.

The kiss is supposed to mean nothing. A one time indulgence. A reckless mistake fueled by anger and too much alcohol. But when Kai asks her to be his girlfriend, Riley finds herself pulled into a fake relationship charged with stolen glances, heated touches, and chemistry she cannot ignore.

What Riley does not know is that Kai has his own motives for wanting her close. Dark, calculated reasons tied to a bitter grudge against his powerful father.

As their pretend romance turns intoxicatingly real, boundaries blur and desire takes control.

Secrets unravel. Her mother. His father. A past betrayal that binds them together with more than lust.