2981 Book(s) Related to Equivale: Finding His Heart - Book two

A red dragon heir locked me in an iron shed and scorched me with his breath for ten minutes straight.Didn't kill me.He woke a Black Dragon buried under a three-hundred-year curse.The Tri-Dragon Council tore down my home, beat my father, threw me in jail, and live-streamed it all so the whole city could laugh.What they didn't know: every ancestor's soul in the Black Dragon cemetery had fused into me.I smashed through the Council's dome and slammed the dissolution order onto the table.

On my son's seventh birthday, he hid behind my husband's first love and shouted at me, "You're a bad woman! She's my real mom!"
My husband was even crueler. He threw me out of the house without a second thought.
"To me, you were nothing but a surrogate."
Heartbroken, I walked away—and later adopted an abandoned little boy.
Years passed, when my husband finally learned the truth about the woman he had always protected, he came to me with our biological son, both of them kneeling before me in tears, begging for forgiveness.
Holding my adopted son's hand, I smiled calmly.
"Sorry. I only have one son."

They traded me for their "real" daughter the day she showed up.

My fiancé didn't just dump me—he proposed to her that same night. My so-called family handed me bus fare and wished me luck in the countryside.

Perfect. Let them think they won.

They don't know who I really am. The anonymous genius who saves lives when elite hospitals surrender. The legendary artist whose paintings sell for millions. The undefeated shadow haunting the underground fighting circuit. And the long-lost heiress to a fortune that eclipses theirs entirely.

Now my ex begs at my feet. My fake sister burns with envy. And the arrogant CEO who coldly canceled our engagement? He watches me like a starving man, desperate for one more chance.

They threw me away to upgrade.

Joke's on them. I am the upgrade.

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.

Alpha Claude had been a fool to reject Jesse. This he knew, for after all those years, the bond couldn’t successfully break. He had never wished to have a man as his mate for Moon Goddess’ sakes! But fate knew better, and in the eyes of confrontation, he had been a coward.
Now, fate drives them to meet again, this time on opposite sides, and a new obstacle is placed before him. But he doesn’t care: Claude is determined to get Jesse back, no matter how.

Jesse never wanted to face Claude again: the stoic Alpha was cold as ice and had shown his true colors when he rejected him, humiliating him in the worst of ways. Now a powerful rogue, Jesse is forced to meet Claude for the sake of the people under his protection. He cannot let them down, so he must swallow his pride. But what happens when Claude is revealed to have an agenda? Could Jesse ever trust Claude again?

For three years Theo Callahan endured the wrath of his wealthy in-laws, the Whitmores, after being blacklisted and exiled from his chosen profession, journalism. Fortune smiled on him as he found a secret room in the mansion where he found evidence of their generational crimes, including the murder of his own uncle. Theo is paid off with hush money and goes into the shadows, constructing a new empire. But when a mysterious, highly skilled tech partner enters his life, Theo gains the leverage to finally strike back. However, betrayal lurks in the shadows. What will Theo do when his closest ally colludes with his enemies, costing him half his fortune? Find out in this gripping story of betrayal, greed, two-front warfare, and ultimate redemption.

For five years, Clara Bennett has been Eugene Collins's legal wife—but never his partner, never his love. Branded a homewrecker and treated as a pawn in a family power play, she's endured silence, coldness, and humiliation. When Eugene forces her into an egg retrieval procedure—without anesthesia—to produce a child he doesn't even want, Clara reaches her breaking point.
His cruelty is unrelenting. His mistress mocks her. And even in front of her, he flaunts betrayal like a badge of pride. But when Clara's broken heart brings her to the edge—literally—a single moment stands between life and death.
This isn't just a story about a loveless marriage.
It's about a woman who gave everything, lost everything, and must now decide: stay shattered for the man who destroyed her, or rise—for herself and the life growing inside her.
In the ruins of heartbreak, Clara may find the strength to fight back.

“Where did you hide the body?”

That was the first thing he asked me. Not my name. Not why I was kneeling in the snow beside the grave.

Two years ago, I falsified a DNA report to protect my father. The mistake buried a woman’s justice—and raised a man’s revenge.

Vale Creed, the billionaire who built his empire on truth, doesn’t believe in forgiveness. He believes in leverage.

Now, he knows what I did.

His sister’s death, my father’s secret, one impossible lie.

And his proposal? Not love.

A contract. A punishment. A marriage.

Christmas is coming, and I’m trapped in his glass mansion—where every room hides a memory, every kiss feels like evidence, and every heartbeat sounds like a confession.

But the deeper I fall, the closer the truth gets to killing us both.

During the shipwreck, my fiancée, to save my "white moonlight" (my unrequited love), forcibly pried open my bleeding fingers and snatched my last life jacket.
"He can't swim, you hold on a little longer."

At that moment, I gave up completely and let myself sink into the cold, deep sea.

Later, I returned from the ashes and became an unapproachable tycoon.

She went bankrupt and became a beggar, but amidst the heavy snow, she watched my wedding of the century, knelt on the street, and breathed her last in remorse.

Belated affection is ultimately worth less than grass.

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband Hill invited many friends over for a party at the house. Everyone was noisily playing games, and the challenge was to reveal a private secret about someone in the room.
When it was Elsa's turn, she pointed at Hill's lower body. "Hill has a crescent-shaped birthmark. It's in a very private spot."
After saying this, Elsa collapsed onto the sofa laughing. Hill pretended to be angry, jumped up, and pounced on Elsa, smacking her on the butt.
I was frozen in shock. Hill's birthmark really was extremely private—you couldn't even see it without looking closely. I only discovered it myself after being married to him for a year.
Sensing my emotional shift, everyone stopped their roughhousing.
Elsa shrugged nonchalantly. "Zoe, don't overthink it. Before you got married, someone slipped Hill something once. I had no choice but to help him out. But don't worry, I promise he saved his first time for you."
Then she tapped her lips. "I used this place back then. Wore me out, honestly."
I felt my stomach churn violently and nearly threw up. Without thinking, I hurled my wine glass directly at Elsa.
"Sorry. Slipped. Just trying to help you rinse your mouth."

In my previous life, my assistant—whom I treated like a little sister—personally handed me a cup of poisoned honey lemon water that destroyed my career.

The man I loved with all my heart ran off with every penny I had.

I died like a stray dog on the streets, with no one to claim my body.

Meanwhile, those two backstabbers took my money, sang my songs, and basked in the spotlight while thousands of fans cheered them on.

I died with so much resentment in my heart.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that exact moment—when my assistant was handing me that poisoned honey lemon water.

This time, I was determined to make them pay the price!

Our marriage was loveless, only physical. When he was inside me, it was another woman's name he called out.
This continued until I became pregnant. He ripped my prenatal report to shreds.
"The child and you, only one can live!"
I had no choice but to leave, filled with bitterness.
Years later, when we meet again, I am a woman who can command the winds and rains in the business world.
I tear apart his proposal, piece by piece, and say in a cold voice: "Today, your company and you, only one can live!"

They traded me for their "real" daughter the day she showed up.

My fiancé didn't just dump me—he proposed to her that same night. My so-called family handed me bus fare and a one-way ticket out of their lives.

Perfect. Let them think they won.

They don't know who I really am. The anonymous genius surgeon who saves lives when elite hospitals give up. The legendary artist whose paintings sell for millions at auction. The undefeated shadow queen of the underground fighting circuit. And the true heiress to a fortune that makes theirs look like pocket change.

Now my ex-fiancé is on his knees, begging. My fake sister's jealousy is eating her alive. And that cold, arrogant CEO who once threw our engagement contract in my face? He's hunting me down like a man obsessed, desperate for one more chance.

They threw me away like trash to upgrade their lives.

Joke's on them.

I was always the upgrade.

He came to Earth to retrieve an ancient amulet… not to fall in love.

Caelum, a 150-year-old warrior from the mystical realm of Luminari, is sent to the human world on a mission: find and retrieve the golden amulet powerful enough to save his world from destroying. What he didn’t expect was her.

Aurelia—brilliant, quiet, and unknowingly holding the very amulet he was sent for. Bound together as school project partners, what began as cold silence slowly turned into glances, laughter, and something deeper.

And the unexpected happened they fell in love.

But when Caelum finally discovers the truth,he found out she was the one with the amulet. Everything shatters. If he takes the amulet… she will turn to stone.

Now he's torn between his duty to save his dying world or saving the girl who became his world.

Amber lost her wolf because her mate rejected her when she was only 15. This brought humiliation, disgust, and emotional abuse by the other pack members, as they didn't know the whole story, but it broke Amber. With her family's support, she became strong and earned a place in the pack but couldn't change their perspective towards her being a wolf-less werewolf. Then, fate twisted her story and turned her world upside down when she found that the alpha king is her second-chance mate. He didn't reject her but didn't accept immediately. He took her away to the royal pack, and there, she got another shock of her life. Unlike her birth pack, every unmated high ranker was interested in her, including the Alpha King's younger brother. What's the game of fate for her? Not only does the Alpha King become possessive towards her, ready to mark her at any time, but also his younger brother shows his intention to take her as his mate. Why? They have no answer for that, but they soon find it out, and that leaves everyone stunned. What's the mystery? Why both brothers desire her possessively? What does fate want her to face?

Grace Wilson thought she was living a perfect life, married to the charismatic CEO Richard Harrison. But after two years of marriage, she discovered a devastating truth: their wedding was completely a sham, Richard had used her as a cover while he was actually secretly married to his college sweetheart Laura Parker—who happened to be Grace's former roommate.

Betrayed and humiliated, Grace's world completely collapsed when she learned the truth. But fate gave her a turning point. Grace was no ordinary woman—she was the long-lost Wilson fortune heiress, worth billions.

When Grace reclaims her true identity, she faces fierce opposition from her stepmother and stepbrother, who will stop at nothing to prevent her from obtaining her inheritance. Meanwhile, the mysterious and powerful Alex Morgan—heir to the elite Morgan dynasty—enters her life with a marriage proposal that could change everything.

In this world where love is a luxury, Grace must navigate between deadly family politics, corporate warfare, and her own heart. Will she choose revenge against those who hurt her, or will she forge a new path toward true power and genuine love?

"Why do you run away from me?"

"Why this obsession with me?"

His fingers continue caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine, "Do you think it's just an obsession? What I feel for you goes beyond that-I would even kill anyone who looks at you."


In a city steeped in the shadow of crime, Don Morgan emerges as a ruthless Mafioso, accustomed to bending everyone to his whims. But when his eyes meet those of Laura, a woman of magnetic beauty and unwavering determination, everything changes.

Don Morgan's heart is seized by an unknown feeling: love. Determined to make her his, he plunges into a dangerous game of seduction and power, willing to break his own rules. Laura is not a woman who is easily swayed by others, especially the mafia.

For three years, Mara Ellis raised twins for a dead man.

Then the comments appeared in the air.

They said Caleb Ward was alive.

They said he was about to marry another woman.

They said Mara was only the abandoned side character who would show up too late.

Mara folded one more tiny shirt, looked at her sleeping children, and decided the story had never met a mother with overdue bills.

"Arthur, please! Send someone to Black Forest—Noah's been taken by rogue shifters! They'll kill him!" I hit the marble floor hard, blood trickling from my forehead.

My mate, the most feared enforcer in this territory, couldn't be bothered. He was too busy looking for his lover's precious pet.

"Eve, you're sick—lying about our kid to get attention?" He gestured dismissively. "Throw her in the cells until she stops this bullshit."

He locked me up all night.

Next morning, he let me out, figuring I'd gotten the message.

He didn't know that thirty minutes ago, the gate guards brought a blood-soaked box.

Our son's head was inside.

“You’re mine, June.”
“I’m not yours, Mr. Macaulay.”
“You’re mine. Mine alone. Every inch of you belongs to me. I will not have another man touch you, ever,” he growls through gritted teeth.
“I’m not yours. Not until you claim me,” I fire back. “Until then, I’m just a woman who warms your bed… just like I’ll warm other men’s beds too.”
His pupils dilate as his grip tightens around my arm.
“Do not test me, June,” he says, voice low and deadly. “I swear on my life, any man who so much as lays a hand on you… I’ll rip his fingers off and feed them to my dogs.”


June Fontaine had always loved her boyfriend too deeply, giving him her heart even when it tore her apart.
For three years, she lived in the shadow of his ex, a relationship that slowly swallowed her.
Until one night changed everything, and she broke up with him.
Fueled by heartbreak and the bitter sight of her ex moving on like she never mattered, June made a dangerous, impulsive choice that threw her into the arms of a stranger she could not forget—even after she ran from him.
Two weeks later, she saw the stranger again—now richer and more powerful than she could have imagined.
In a city like Las Vegas, men like him do not chase.
They own.
And he wants her.
Obsession becomes possession. Desire becomes dangerous.
He cannot let her go. She cannot stay away.
While he falls for her in a way that feels almost forbidden, he holds back, haunted by a past that refuses to let him claim her.
But she refuses to be hidden.
She refuses to be just another secret in a powerful man’s world.

“My body aches to taste you,” Alpha Dante growled against his Luna’s neck, his breath hot and ragged as it brushed over her skin.

“Mmhmmm… Then take a bite,” Stormy whispered, trembling as Alpha Dante’s fangs grazed her skin.


When the moon rises, desire takes over, and lust turns into something far more dangerous.

The Orgy of Desire: Werewolf Erotica Collection is a wild collection of stories where pleasure knows no bounds, pulsing with lust, power, and surrender.

Within its pages, raw hunger, overwhelming sensations, and forbidden cravings ignite between Werewolves and mortals, mates and rivals, predators and prey.

Each story smolders with primal tension, where dominance melts into submission and every touch burns with ecstasy and damnation, leaving you trembling, wet, and desperate for more.

Alphas crave Omegas.
Omegas ache for Alphas.
Betas burn for ecstasy.

L“Secure me. Protect me. Save my life.”
That was all Sophie Langford asked for but fate twisted her plea into something far more dangerous. “Take my heart, save it and let it be yours .”

Sophie Langford has always lived behind walls of privilege, the only daughter and heiress of a billion-dollar fashion empire. But privilege breeds enemies. When an attempt on her life leaves her broken and bleeding at the edge of a cliff, she is saved by an unlikely hero Talia Cross, a disciplined boxer with a haunted past who steps in when no one else dares.

Bound by necessity, Sophie and Talia sign an agreement as bodyguard and client. But fate has other plans.....

What begins as a rescue soon spirals into something darker. As Sophie recovers, betrayal festers in her family’s boardroom uncles scheming for her inheritance, allies turning into foes, and assassins sent to finish the job.

The deeper the danger, the closer Sophie and Talia become. For Sophie, it’s the first time she feels truly safe and seen. For Talia, protecting Sophie means risking more than her life…
If protecting Sophie will cost her her life she is ready to lay it down she doesn’t just guard Sophie’s body she begins to guard her heart too .

But every kiss they steal is shadowed by the knowledge that one wrong move could destroy them both. In a world where power is a weapon and love between them is forbidden, can they survive the game of betrayal or will their love itself become the trap to bring Sophie down ?

Second book of 'The Nerd Can Fight' Series

You'll need to read the first book to understand this one

After Adam's memory loss, Cassandra struggled to keep her distance in an attempt to protect the person she loves.

This time, she doesn't have a choice in fighting the dangerous battle anymore. For the sake of the people she loves, she's forced to endanger her own life, fighting her way to the top.

Cassandra survived high school but who was to say that her story ends there. Trouble was piling up and she's determined to start sweeping.

This is the story of a girl who was fighting through life with everything she's got when everyone else tried to hold her down.

Warning: Heavy flow of profanities ahead. Read at your own risk

🔞⚠️Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning
This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure.

Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over.

Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way.

You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets.

There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait.

If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.

On our wedding night, my husband proposed a game.
Absolute honesty. Trading secrets lethal enough to destroy us both.
He went first.
"I fucked Chloe today," he stated, tossing out his hours-old infidelity like it was nothing.
My turn.
"I killed a man." I swirled the dark red wine in my glass, keeping my voice dead flat. "I butchered my own father."
He threw his head back and laughed out loud. He was so sure it was a pathetic joke. So sure I was still his perfect, helpless prey.
He laughed too soon.
And he definitely shouldn't have swallowed the wine I just poured him.

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.

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“Fuck me,” I mutter, “or kill me. We both know you have to choose.”
He snarls as he wraps his hands around my waist.
“Have you ever been fucked, Lucia Reid?”
It's the first time he's said my real name, and it sends heat sparking between my thighs.
“Of course I’ve had sex.”
He leans in until his mouth is against my cheek and whispers, “That’s not what I asked.”
My toes curl in my expensive heels, my hips rolling against him, and his mouth slants over mine roughly, his hands pushing the material of my dress until it pools at the tops of my thighs.
He pushes into me then until I feel his cock pressing hard against my clothed sex.

“I’ll fuck you so hard, princess,” his mouth is at my ear, “Hard enough for you to forget about all about the Reids and Ardens and everything else that doesn’t matter. I’ll make you forget about every cocky rich boy who ever smiled at you, the ones who couldn’t handle you, and I’ll make you come so hard that by the time I'm done... you’ll have to name me king.”

Grim Reapers. Saving lives. Lessons in love. 

(This book was previously published as When Death Became A Woman.)

For some, it's a fictitious world. But for Debra Stone, it's everyday life. 

After a chance encounter with a man she enjoys throws her down a path she almost can't believe, she struggles to cope with her newfound purpose. 

Saving lives. 

Ushering souls into the afterlife. It can't be real, right? But the men who catch her in the act are real. And their adoration for her is very real. 

The attention they give her is real. The words they whisper in her ears are real. But after running into a man who flips her already twisted world on its head, she questions everything once again.

Can Debra deal with her radically successful business, help others before Death takes them, and still have a love life?

Or will it all come crashing down around her?

Grab a glass of wine, and read Debra’s Paranormal Women's Fiction story. Just be careful when drinking, the laughs can be dangerous!​

I died the night I refused to postpone the engagement party.

The morning after my death, my parents were still having breakfast with my sister Blair, excitedly planning her award ceremony.

Before I died, the only person who answered my desperate call was my mother. I was being chased by kidnappers at the time, and I begged her to save me, telling her I was dying. But she said, "Stop being so dramatic! You're just trying to get our attention. If you want to die so badly, then go ahead and die."

That was my last call for help before the line went dead, and then I was struck by a car.

I lay on that dark road, bleeding profusely. They thought I was just sulking, hiding away to get attention. They thought if they ignored me, I would come back and apologize to them.

They didn't know I was already dead.

When that dealer tortured me, my dad, a narcotics cop, and my mom, the city’s chief medical examiner, were busy celebrating my sister’s win in the volleyball semifinals. To get back at my dad for destroying his drug network three years earlier, that man cut my throat. Right before I died, I called my dad. Before I hung up, he said, “Cut it out. Serena’s game is what mattered most right now.”

In my past life, the night before the National Cheerleading Championship finals, my "best friend" Lily, the scholarship student I'd been sponsoring, handed me a brownie she claimed she'd "baked herself."

She knew I had a deadly peanut allergy. Yet she'd loaded it with concentrated peanut butter.

When I collapsed on the locker room floor, hives erupting across my skin, my throat swelling shut until I couldn't make a sound, Lily just covered her mouth and nestled into my boyfriend Liam's arms, whimpering: "I'm so sorry, Chloe. I'm such an idiot. I mixed up the peanut butter with chocolate... you won't blame me, right?"

Of course I blamed you.

The quarterback I'd loved for three years didn't call 911. Instead, he frowned down at me convulsing on the ground.

"Chloe, stop faking, okay?" Liam's voice dripped with annoyance. "Lily already apologized. Why do you have to put on this dramatic show to scare her? You're always so controlling."

Controlling?

My airway was closing. My lungs were on fire. I was dying, and I couldn't force out a single word to tell him.

They didn’t call an ambulance until I stopped moving, but by the time it got there, it was too late. I was already dead.

When the police questioned him, Liam gave false testimony to protect Lily. He claimed I was afraid of losing the competition, so I tried to use an allergic reaction to avoid competing, but accidentally ingested too much of the allergen and died.

The man who said he loved me let me die with the reputation of a coward.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on that day.

For five years, Vivian sacrificed her brilliant scientific career to be the perfect wife to billionaire Dylan Hudson and a devoted mother to their son, Allen. Her reward? Her husband's cold indifference and her son's cruel rejection, both secretly manipulated by Dylan’s two-faced assistant, Hazel.

When her five-year-old son screams, "You're not my real mom! I want Hazel!", Vivian's heart finally shatters. She signs the divorce papers and walks away without looking back.

But Vivian isn't just a desperate housewife. She is the hidden heiress to the powerful Wilson family and a genius scientist. As she reclaims her empire and catches the eye of a devoted, even wealthier single father, Dylan realizes the massive mistake he made.

Now, her billionaire ex-husband and the son who pushed her away are on their knees, desperate to win her back. But Vivian only has one cold answer: "It's too late."

As the last stroke of the New Year bell rang,
I suddenly received a message from eight years ago:

“This is my first New Year with Zhou Guming!”
“I want to be with Zhou Guming forever!”
“I will play the piano for my whole life!”

At the same time, the news on TV was reporting:
On New Year’s Day,
my husband Zhou Guming was attending my best friend’s piano recital.

I looked down at my deformed fingers, bound by chains.
After cutting my wrist with a piece of iron I’d hidden for a long time,
I struggled to type one line:

“Lili, keep going forward. Don’t look back.”

Returned to my biological family, I didn’t find a home. I became a living blood bag for my adopted sister.

On the night of our shared eighteenth birthday gala, I weakly tugged at my mother's dress. "Mom, please... no needles just for tonight. I only want to stand in the corner and watch the cake being cut."

"Elena is suffocating in agony, and all you care about is a slice of cake?"

Disgusted, my mother ordered my brother to lock me in the attic with heavy silver chains.

When the fire broke out, completely paralyzed by the toxic silver and severe blood loss, I burned alive in the dark.

Now a phantom, I drifted down to the glittering ballroom, only to overhear my mother's cold laugh.

"Elena's condition was cured three years ago. We kept draining her just to break her spirit," she sneered. "Did that street rat really think blood ties meant she could steal Elena's place?"

My sister was never dying. My years of living hell, my agonizing death... it was all just a brutal, calculated punishment for daring to exist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Victoria is the abandoned daughter of the Gonzalez family. Everyone dislikes her, but they have no idea that she is the only top perfume mixer and possesses great power in society. Business and political magnates all follow her lead.
Alexander Garcia is a business tycoon, cold and heartless. He has encountered powerful rivals, but he has no idea that young girl Victoria is behind this.
Alexander said, “Victoria, I have personally stripped off all your disguises. Now, it’s time to win your heart.”

The first thing they took was my baby.

The second was my parents.

The third was my freedom, my eyes, and every reason to live.

My husband gave me to three men on our anniversary. He chained me in a doghouse while his mistress laughed. He fed me my own son’s remains and called it mercy.

He said I was dirty. He said I deserved it.

But the DNA test he trusted was a lie. The video was staged. And the woman he’s about to marry is the one who destroyed us all.

I tried to die. Four times.

Now I’m done trying.

They put a dead woman in the ground. They’re about to find out she brought hell back with her.

Kiara, an alluring young lady was a big time slut. That was her only speciality. She was given birth to by a prostitute and was also brought up by a prostitute. Don't get it twisted, they were two different women. So you wouldn't blame her, would you? It runs in the blood.

As a prostitute that she was, she was not meant to love but what happens when she fell for a player?

Alexander, the heir and only successor to Alexander group of companies. His companies were well known and highly acknowledged in the whole Texas. In spite of how young Alexander was, all his employees feared him. He was so rude and sensitive.

He gives absolutely no damn about anyone- well, maybe except one person though; His grandma- his weakness. And maybe his best friend as well; Mack. Alexander was a handsome young man, a big time player; who screwed ladies with no strings attached. He was forced to get married at his young age in order to get rid his wayward attitude, but as a player that he was, would he agree easily? And what happens when a player incredulously acknowledged a slut?

I thought my husband was cheating, so I followed him to catch him in the act, only to witness him kill someone on our wedding anniversary.

His hands were still covered in blood when he touched my red hair and asked me what was wrong.

Was he the legendary "Red Hair Reaper"?

When the police came knocking the next day, I told them everything.

But they would never know—even the murder I "witnessed" that night was nothing but a performance staged for them from beginning to end.

Foxes are born to bless their mates, unlocking their bloodline and putting them on the throne of the Beast King.

In my last life, the Golden Lion prince Rein picked me, and my sister Lilith got stuck marrying Austin, the black dragon everyone steered clear of.

Then Austin's bloodline woke up and he took the throne, and Lilith rode his coattails straight into a crown.

I threw everything I had into blessing Rein and it never worked. He blamed me for every failure, dug my core out with his own hands, and tossed me into a cell like trash, leaving me there to rot.

Now I'm back, and at the mating ceremony, Rein walks right past me and takes Lilith's hand instead.

That's when I know. He's been reborn too.

But he has no idea. It was never my fault the blessing failed. He was never going to hold power, no matter who blessed him. That throne was never his to take.

I hid in my best friend's closet to catch my fiancé cheating.
Through the gap in the door, I saw them on the bed. Tessa was blindfolded, wrists tied to the headboard with silk scarves. Callum's hands wrapped around her throat—some kind of breath play, I guessed.
Then her moaning turned to choking.
Her body convulsed. Her bound hands clawed at nothing. Her legs kicked against the mattress.
Then stopped.
Callum released her throat. Checked her pulse. Sighed.
And lit a cigarette.
He sat there scrolling his phone next to her body. No panic. No CPR. No 911.
Like this wasn't his first time watching someone die.
I bit my hand to keep from screaming. Blood seeped across the floor toward my bare feet.
Then he walked toward the closet.
I escaped that night. Barely. Ran three floors up to my neighbor's apartment—Dr. Neve Ashton, a trauma therapist. Beautiful. Warm. The kind of woman who made you feel safe just by existing.
She pulled me inside, locked the door, handed me tea.
"I called the police," she said. "They're on their way."
An hour passed. No sirens.
I looked at her. She smiled.

My fiancé accused me of not caring about family.
To appease him, I planned a family vacation.
But the night before we left, he informed me that he'd given my first-class seat to his childhood sweetheart.
And me? He stuck me in coach on a flight flagged for possible terror threats.
Everyone in his family thought I should just go along with it.
That was the moment I woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and booked myself a trip to Hawaii instead.
Then I turned off my phone and let them sweat over the hotel bill.
It wasn't until their reservation got canceled that they finally started to panic.

They called me a hellcat. A she-wolf tyrant. The Luna who made her Alpha husband obey.
I held him together when his father died. Built his dying pack into a powerhouse while he flirted with she-wolves.
Then he brought home his "fated mate."
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead, I smiled. "I'll help you prepare the ceremony."
That's when my wolf—dormant for years—began to wake.

I never knew my parents. Never knew what it means to be loved. All I have ever known was pain, and death. The death of every man I was trained to put in the ground.

I was an orphan nobody came back for. And that made me easy to mold into an assassin that hunts and kill criminals.

My agency buried me inside a life that wasn't mine — a foster family who never knew what was living under their roof.

I cooked during the day, moved around like a servant, and at night, I killed. Everything was smooth, until my foster family's greed pulled them into business with the most dangerous criminal organization on earth, and they took me with them.

There was no walking away from that world. And there was no hiding in it either.

My path collided with one of the most feared Don alive — Xavier Carlos— a man who has never lost anything he decided to keep. And the moment he saw me, he decided to keep me.

He had no idea I was sent to destroy criminals like him. But I had a problem, he wasn't like the other criminals I had killed. He was a criminal with a heart only I could see, and the more I spent time with him, the more I wanted him alive.

But that is not even my biggest problem anymore. His stepbrother, who was also his second in command became obsessed with me in a way that scares me more than Xavier ever could.

Xavier wanted everything, Lucas wanted me. And he will burn everything down, including Xavier, to have me.

So that leave the biggest question, will I kill Xavier? or would the two brothers end up destroying themselves over me.

Kael Ardent spent his entire life trying to prove he belonged in the powerful Ardent family. Cold, disciplined, and brilliant, he finally earns the spotlight… only for it to be stolen once again by the one man who always eclipses him.

Adrian Ardent.

The charming golden son. The notorious playboy. The stepbrother who never misses a chance to remind Kael he’ll always be second best.

But one reckless night changes everything.

After a humiliating party, Kael ends up in a secret club, blindfolded and in the arms of a stranger. The next morning he’s left with fractured memories, a body that knows something happened… and Adrian laughing in his face as if none of it ever occurred.

Now Kael can’t tell what was real and what was a drunken illusion.

Except for one terrifying truth: The more Adrian pretends nothing happened… The more Kael begins to suspect he’s hiding everything.

Three years barren, and Jessamine walked on thin ice in the elite household. Her mother-in-law spat venomous curses daily, calling her a "worthless waste of space" and threatening to force her son into divorce.

She could still remember when Damien had severed all ties with his family to marry her—kneeling outside their door in the pouring rain, begging his parents to accept her: "Jessamine is my one true love! I can't survive without her!" Back then, she was the only woman who existed in his eyes.

But now, for the sake of family inheritance, he had the audacity to demand her consent for his childhood sweetheart Celeste to bear their child. Jessamine endured the soul-crushing agony of watching her husband entwined with another woman, night after torturous night.

Even more devastating—after Celeste delivered a daughter, Damien had the shameless nerve to declare: "The family still needs a male heir."

In that shattering moment, Jessamine finally saw the brutal truth.