7471 Book(s) Related to fall in love for the night

The day our parents remarried, my entire life descended into unrelenting hell.
Jace, my stepbrother, hated me on sight the second he walked through the front door.
Like a relentless ghost that haunted my every waking moment, he stole every girl I ever cared about, one by one.
I hated him for seven long years, convinced he only got off on grinding me into the dirt. Until that drugged night at the hotel...

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

On the day of our seventh wedding anniversary, I tried to send a work email using my husband's account, but the connection was too poor to go through.
When I clicked into the drafts folder, a glaring message caught my eye:
"Tingzhou, I've prepared a new battle outfit~ Ready to drain you dry."
Seconds later, that draft vanished, replaced by a new one:
"Naughty girl, get the ultra-thins ready and wait for me."
Only three people knew the password to this email account: me, my husband, and his first love...
Watching their increasingly explicit flirtations,
tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
Turns out, no matter how many years you spend by someone's side, it all crumbles the moment their first love returns.
I steadied my trembling fingers, sent the email, and cleared the history.
Then I dialed a number that had been dormant for seven years.
"I give up. I'm willing to come home for the arranged marriage."
On the other end came my godfather's familiar, authoritative voice,
"Get rid of anything that shouldn't be left behind. Make it clean."
My hand trembled as it touched my lower abdomen. "Okay."
"Someone will pick you up in three days."

My husband and I've been married for three years, and he's been messing around with her the entire time.

Hugging and kissing her on set, whispering flirty lines in interviews.

Everyone online calls me a pathetic stand-in.

I never get mad. I just smile and help him smooth over every rumor.

That is, until I accidentally got pregnant and secretly had an abortion.

He was furious, his heart shattered, demanding to know why.

I cupped his face and said calmly: "Because I don't love you."

The one I truly love is his dead brother.

“Does Mr. Howard Have an STD?”
With one sentence, Sienna tore apart her marriage to Ethan.
For three years of their secret marriage, she was his obedient wife, his silent assistant, and the woman he always overlooked.
Until she discovered that every business trip he took was spent living with his adopted sister.
While he was hospitalized after a car accident, she slipped divorce papers into his documents and tricked him into signing them.
She quit her job, moved out, and inherited a massive fortune.
The whole city mocked her, saying she was nothing without Ethan.
But she turned around and climbed back to the top of the industry, standing beside a man even more powerful than him.
Only then did Ethan realize what he had lost, kneeling before her and begging for another chance.
She leaned down slightly and smiled.
“Mr. Howard, when you cheated on me… did you ever think I could choose someone else too?”

"Get out of here with your dying bastard!"
My son suddenly fell critically ill, and the only matching organ was locked in my wife's family's cold storage. I stormed into the company with my critically ill child, only to be met with a severe suspension notice.
Everyone thought I was some lowly social outcast, someone they could crush at any moment.
Until I pulled out that dusty badge, my father-in-law, who controlled a New York business empire, was so terrified that he cleared the room on the spot, his legs going weak.
"Arrange surgery for my son immediately." I looked at him coldly. "If he misses the optimal transplant window, I guarantee your entire family, and this city, will be executed for him."

每次梅森想逼我让步，就把离婚协议拍在桌上。
　　每次父母想让我屈服，就威胁要跟我断绝关系。
　　他们想要的很简单：把一切都给我的双胞胎妹妹。
　　我曾经反抗过、哭过，也质问过，为什么受伤的总是我。
　　直到医生把检查结果推到我面前，用怜悯的语气告诉我：
　　“胰腺癌细胞扩散，你还有一个月，也许更短。”
　　我没什么可在乎的了，反正我死定了，他们想怎么样都行。

Clad in gray mist, kneeling on iron rocks, working as a menial laborer, everyone thought he was just a worthless nobody, groveling in the dust for an old pocket watch. His
in-laws found him filthy, his fiancée defected to a new master, and Lord Calder treated his obsession like a leash, subjecting him to arbitrary humiliation and summons at will.
Until that day, Calder shattered his last hope with an arrow, throwing him into the horde of zombies as a human sacrifice. Everyone thought he was doomed, but no one suspected—
the man kneeling in the mud wiping his boots was actually the reclusive lord of the strongest city-state in this wasteland, possessing S-class superpowers and ultimate weaponry.
He endured, solely for the truth and reckoning.
When he returned from the horde of zombies, radiating overwhelming power, the once high and mighty man knelt outside the city gates, weeping and begging him to open a path to survival.

Synopsis/Blurb:
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them.

She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend!

Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now?

Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome?

What exactly does he want from her?

...
"No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free."

Ethan went quiet for a while.

I held my breath waiting for what his request might be.

If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now.

"You're right I do want something." He said after thinking.

"What?" I asked slowly.

"Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here."

What! I screamed internally.

"What are you saying?"

Ethan moved his face closer to mine that our nose almost touched.

"I want you to be with me!"

After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them.

She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend!

Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now?

Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome?

What exactly does he want from her?

...
No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free".

Ethan went quiet for a while.

I held my breath waiting for what his request might be.

If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now.

"You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes

"What?" I asked slowly.

" Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here".

Live here as in...? 

" Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. 

Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched.

" I want you to be with me! ".

The doctors gave me three days. And my husband Donald used that time to beg me to give my uterus to Hailey, the "sister" I'd rescued from the streets.
"Her need is greater," he said.
So I smiled and signed over the design empire I'd spent fifteen years building to the girl who once shivered in my doorway.
My daughter Flora curled in Hailey's lap. "I love Hailey Mommy best!"
I nodded. "Be good for Mommy Hailey."
My parents squeezed Hailey's hands. "Sometimes, she feels more like a daughter to us than you ever did."
Even Donald looked at me with soft eyes. "This is the Audrey I always hoped you could be."
Dying, I had finally become their perfect woman—quiet, generous, and uncomplaining.
With the clock ticking down, I stitched the final thread into a wedding gown. Let them have their perfect ending. They'll discover, when the last breath leaves my body, that some gifts are curses in disguise.
Was it a devoted wife's final sacrifice... or a dead woman's ultimate revenge? The answer will unravel in the silence after my heart stops.

Be my slave for 100 nights, and I'll turn you into a lycan so you can be with your lycan lover for as long as you both shall live.


Matilda “Tilly” Parker’s life falls apart when her lycan boyfriend, Xavier Graves, leaves her with nothing but a vague “trust me.”
Human, heartbroken, and fueled by cheap wine and spite, she crosses paths with Cillian Ravenscroft, the vampire CEO of Valmont International. A century-old predator with ice-blue eyes and a smile that could tempt a saint.
Cillian is too smooth, too handsome, too everything—all sharp jaw, piercing gaze, and a smug charm that makes Tilly’s skin crawl and her heart race in ways she refuses to admit.
Cillian offers her a wild solution: become a lycan herself.
And he’s willing to make it happen—for a price. One hundred nights as his personal “slave.”
But she’s no helpless damsel. Scrappy, impulsive, and armed with a mouth that won’t quit, Tilly’s ready to claw her way through this twisted agreement. Yet as the nights slip by, the line between survival and seduction blurs—and the price of becoming a lycan might be far greater than just her heart.
Will Tilly fight her way back to Xavier—or surrender to the vampire who owns her nights?
One hundred nights. One impossible choice. And a hunger neither of them expected.

I, Hailey, thought my fated mate would be the one to stand by me, but he rejected me. And now, in the midst of a string of supernatural killings, I'm trapped, kidnapped to aid in the hunt for the murderer.

I've always been a bit of an outcast—hybrid witch-fae—banished from the place I called home. The Twin Crescent Moon wolf pack and my coven had a long history of intertwining, yet their alpha, the one destined to be mine, wanted nothing to do with my unusual psychic powers.

Five long years have passed since his rejection, and now, a witch's life has been taken right in my own neighborhood. Despite my roommate's warnings, I feel compelled to dig into this.

Enough with the parlor tricks I perform at the bar using my visions. This is real, a genuine serial killer targeting witches. And I won't sit idly by.

Then, there's Matteo, my fated mate, swaggering into town with all his pomp, demanding that I use my gifts to solve a murder within his own pack. But I'm done bending to his commands.

Of course, he doesn't take no for an answer. He just shoves me into his car, shutting down any further discussion.

His father's life has been taken, and now he expects me to help, despite the fact that these very powers were the reason he turned his back on me in the first place.

If only I had maced him the moment I saw him.

Anna Brown has the ability to dream and go to the Moonland, the land of werewolves, and dark creatures. But she wished all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dreams were different. Her dreams weren't colors of rainbows and sunshine, her dreams became her reality, after all, she was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The last of her bloodline. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of the Moon and Fire. However, Anna was beyond miserable, how fate played her, how she was just a pawn to an ancient war of werewolves. Her fierce visions were her grief untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But she has to let the long-lost Golden Alpha Harry Camilton in so he can trust him yet, she doesn't know whom to trust and they shattered her hope, lies were told. Would she choose the promise of his love or choose the call of the Moon Goddess?

Marigold never asked to be hunted, mistaken for her dead twin, or babysat by the most terrifying Alpha in the kingdom. Gregor says it’s life or death. She says it’s annoying. Between botched impressions of her glamorous sister, endless sass, and the fact that her only spare clothes are long gone, survival feels like one big joke—until the Black Fang pack closes in with blood in their teeth.
He’s massive, ruthless, and maddeningly protective. She’s reckless, sharp-tongued, and absolutely not afraid of him. Together, they’re running for their lives beneath the storm—but what’s more dangerous? The assassins hunting them…or the sparks threatening to burn them both alive?

Teddy Fox doesn’t do feelings. He does contracts. Numbers. Leverage. The cold-blooded kind of business his old-money parents raised him for. But when they arrange his marriage to Mabel Harrigan… the most dangerous heiress in New York… Teddy knows it’s not tradition. It’s a corporate trap with a diamond ring.
His solution? Scandal.
He offers his secretary, Jill Matteo, a deal: pretend to be his lover in public until the Harrigans are shamed into walking away. Paparazzi photos. Gala appearances. Tabloid headlines. The payout will erase her family’s debts for good.
For Jill, it’s just business… until it isn’t. The fake touches start to feel real. The banter turns intimate. And every time Teddy’s hand finds her waist in front of a camera, it gets harder to remember this is a game.
But Teddy’s enemies aren’t just watching. They’re circling. And Mabel plays dirtier than anyone Jill’s ever met. Lies become weapons. Family secrets turn toxic. And the deeper Jill falls, the more she realizes: she isn’t just a pawn in Teddy’s war. She’s the one piece no one saw coming… and the ne everyone wants to break.

This is a story of five close friends joining a sex club together. Warning: 21+

Lucia sat on Chris' lap after confirming that her body and Chris's were connected now. Lucia wiggled her hips and asked Chris to squeeze her breast.

"Oh..." Lucia's soft sigh made Chris lose his mind even more. He hugged her tightly, kissed her lips and took over the game.

The sudden jolt took Lucia by surprise, she returned Chris' kiss and fiddled with his tongue. Her hands embraced this man. It was a strange feeling where before she had thought that she and Chris wouldn't have come this far.

Lucia forced Chris to take off all the clothes that were attached to his body. She wanted Chris to join them, she knew that Bryan, Pierre and Leo couldn't wait any longer. They would definitely dominate her like before and if Chris didn't decide to join in soon, then he wouldn't stand a chance anymore.

"Want to join us?" Lucia whispered in Chris' ear.

"Yes, I do!"


After surviving again in a suicide attempt, Lucia dreams of her childhood and how her life has changed.

She wrote a letter of promised to herself and return to Lancaster, where she was born and raised, hoping to find the happiness she never had since she left her hometown.

At high school reunion, Lucia meet again with her four childhood best friends, Bryan, Chris, Pierre and Leo. The five of them are neighbors and friends from kindergarten to high school. However, on summer vacation in high school, Lucia and her family moved to Louisiana without saying goodbye to them.  

The reunion brings them back close while reminiscing about their funny and memorable past. Until the romance story of the five friends who were once inseparable.

Judy’s fated mate rejected her to marry the Lycan Chairman - Gavin’s daughter. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he ruined her family and tried to make her his secret mistress!
Judy’s response? “I’d rather sleep with your father-in-law than ever be with you!”
Gavin is known for his power, wealth, and being the ultimate playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice.
But Judy’s about to break all his rules… again and again.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he asks and I shudder.
"Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter.
"Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me.
"I am a slut, only for you," I murmur.


I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend, but he never saw me as a woman. He always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Something was off in the air when he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and the fire in his eyes.

So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I would ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real or if I wasn't hallucinating.

The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away because of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

"I didn't marry him for love. I married him to survive."
Amara Kline, a woman defined by her lifelong habit of seeking safety through silence. To rescue her family's failing logistics business, she enters a three year contract marriage with Gideon Moore, a billionaire who views the union as a purely clinical transaction.
While Amara endures systemic mockery from Gideon's status obsessed family and dismissive staff, Gideon maintains a stance of emotional negligence, believing her capable of handling the abuse alone. The story follows Amara's internal struggle with low self-worth as she transitions from a passive victim into a woman who reclaims her voice.
After discovering her marriage was orchestrated through fraudulent debts, she legally maneuvers to seize her family's assets and leaves Gideon to face the consequences of his passivity. Ultimately, the sources track a journey of self-actualization, where Amara's eventual success forces an unraveling Gideon to realize that forgiveness must be earned through genuine change rather than wealth.
Gideon broke her heart. Now, she's going to break his bank.

I used to be the Rosewood family's most beloved youngest daughter, until they took in Sabrina as their adopted daughter and everything changed.
My family said Sabrina's father saved my life, that I owed her everything. They forced me to donate blood for Sabrina until I was drained dry, demanded I give her my heart, and I died a miserable death on Christmas Eve.
As I lay dying, I could still hear them discussing how to throw Sabrina 'a unique Christmas party' to celebrate her recovery.
When I opened my eyes again, I'd been reborn, sent back to the day they first forced me to donate blood years ago.
This time, I yanked out the needle myself and slammed the family severance papers at their shocked faces. "The papers are signed. From now on, I have nothing to do with the Rosewoods."
Later, I became Nicholas Harrington's bride, taking on the surname that commanded worldwide respect. My designs swept across the globe, my name shining on the international stage, while the Rosewood family went bankrupt. My brothers knelt outside the Harrington estate, sobbing and begging for my forgiveness.
I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching coldly. Nicholas wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting gently against my hair, and murmured adoringly, "My princess, I've acquired the Rosewood family. It's yours now."

Entering a new era of rebirth, equipped with the mystical "Book of Myriad Magic," unlocking its pages grants a myriad of abilities from movies, anime, and games!

"The Municipal Security Bureau is conducting a trial today for a cult case discovered on the Upper Cross Avenue. Seventeen dark wizards have been sentenced to immediate execution, and additionally, nine vampires have also received the death penalty."

Upon hearing the voice from the old radio, Li Wei wiped the short knife and handgun in his hands, embarking on a path of hunting demons!

This is the post-cataclysm era, where devils and hunters dance together, and gunfire and superpowers illuminate the starry sky!

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder.
"Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter.
"Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me.
"I am a slut, only for you," I murmur.


I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes.

So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

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.

Sold to Be Loved by the Mafia Prince is a dark, emotionally charged New Adult romance set in a world where power is inherited, trust is a weapon, and love is the most dangerous game of all.

When seventeen-year-old Malia sacrifices her freedom to save her father, she is thrust into the violent world of the Italian Mafia—betrothed to Blaine DeCavalcante, the cold and untouchable Capo Bastone. Held at the luxurious yet haunting Crimson Garden estate, Malia must navigate a new life of control, secrets, and manipulation, all under the watchful eye of her fake fiancé’s double, Marcello.

But Marcello is more than just a stand-in. He’s her shadow, her tormentor, her unexpected comfort—and the one man she can’t figure out. As she battles fear, growing attraction, and the terrifying reality of her arranged future, Malia begins to uncover truths buried beneath Mafia loyalty, violent legacies, and the twisted lines between love and possession.

Told in alternating points of view, Sold to Be Loved by the Mafia Prince blends psychological tension, emotional vulnerability, and slow-burning obsession. It's a story about identity, power, and the impossible choice between surrendering to your fate—or rewriting it from the inside.

This is not a love story.
This is a war.
And the battlefield is her heart.

Embark on this adventure through space, in the chronicles and in this great galaxy in this series of explorers, space tales from a distant galaxy, in the Empire of Desires, amidst fairy tales from space.
That great adventure surrounded by mysteries, dragons in space, tales of magic and seduction.
Tsuki is the greatest detective in the world, even though he is in the middle of his negotiations, his travels, even with the same trips he took at that time, informing that his secrets and mysteries, at that time, with each of his loves, now that he had great power.

Now, both Tsuki, who is a hero of a stellar organization, is involved in games of power and seduction, embarking on a game of power, control and intrigue, exploring the cosmos, amid tales where they are always playing with their bodies.
Between lords of the cosmos, deposed in the middle of the galaxies, in which many mafiosos who declared war for the universe, expanded and controlled the power undermining the forces of their enemies, leaders of the international mafia who showed off and showed off their power, then spread it with power games.

Tsuki is now increasingly immersed in the midst of encountering galactic forces, in the midst of embarking on stories through the cosmos, meeting the beings of the dark waves of passion, terror, seduction, in the midst of the adventures of couples in the city, countless forms of love, in the midst of stories of sexual encounters, humans, men of the night, vampires, ... He is meeting cosmic lords, beings from the galaxies, space witches, werewolves throughout the cosmos, involved in the stories of aliens and succubi, involved in their love encounters and pleasures, and their intrigues and adventures in high society and among the inhabitants.

One virgin student. Four untouchable professors. A secret that could destroy them all.

Cheska Vega had a simple plan: graduate, stay invisible, and survive. But the campus she calls home is hiding a dark, delicious secret. Now, she is trapped in a high-stakes game of obsession with the four men she was never supposed to touch.

From that moment, Cheska's life becomes a collision course with four men who should be completely off limits. Damian, the brooding stepfather with secrets darker than his eyes. Mateo, the English teacher she's been driving crazy for a year. Oliver, the new principal with a baby and a cheating wife. And Axel, her British tutor with a wicked smile and a hidden past.

Four men. Four secrets. Four reasons she should run.

But Cheska isn't running anymore.

“You are a danger to my health, AVIANA, let me have you,” Duncan drawled, his hands on my waist, pulling me against his hard member.

“I…I… “ i stammered. Even though I knew n was getting myself into dangerous territory, I couldn't stop myself from wanting him. Ever part of my body was screaming for his touch and I could no longer deny his touch.

“Tell me yes, let me pleasure your body,” he whispered against my neck,”

I moaned out involuntarily and before I could stop myself, I yelled,
“Please, fuck me!”

Aviana Grey is not just another woman with a vendetta—she’s a sharp, relentless detective who spent nearly two decades chasing shadows, determined to uncover the truth about her mother’s murder at the hands of the Iron Vine Mafia. After years of preparation, she finally gains the opportunity to infiltrate the Mafia, but her plans take an unexpected turn when she meets Duncan, their ruthless leader and Alpha werewolf. As she delves deeper into their world, she discovers secrets that blur the line between human and monster—and finds herself irresistibly drawn to the one man she’s sworn to destroy.

The childhood love between “Kab Kluen” and “He Xing Yi” began with the close bond between their families, tied together by a promise that the two would one day marry.
But fate had other plans.
When Kab Kluen’s family had to return to Thailand permanently,
distance and time caused He Xing Yi to forget that childhood vow.
He found love with someone new and had no interest in marrying Kab Kluen anymore.
Yet fate intervened again.
On his deathbed, Kab Kluen’s father made one final request:
that He Xing Yi marry his son.
Though unwilling, He Xing Yi had no choice but to comply.
What followed were two long years of a marriage in name only.
Kab Kluen gave his all, hoping that one day, He Xing Yi would love him back.
But in return, he was met only with indifference… and heartbreak, again and again.
Where will this love—so painfully one-sided—ultimately lead?
Even Kab Kluen himself doesn’t know the answer…

She came to seduce a monster. She didn't expect to fall for one.
Elena Heart is a liar, a spy, assassin and the last ghost of a murdered noble house. To break the curse of monsters plaguing her land, she accepts a deadly mission: infiltrate the court of King Xavier Drakes, the tyrant who rules with iron and shadow, and seduce him into ruin.
But the king is not the beast she imagined.
Xavier has spent a decade chained to a monster inside his own soul, forged by betrayal and a childhood spent in darkness. He sees Elena’s ruse from her first treacherous smile. Yet he doesn't kill her. He plays along. Because a woman brave enough to lie to a tyrant might be brave enough to help him burn the real conspiracy down.
As lies entangle into truth and hatred twists into obsession, Elena discovers the greatest danger isn't the monsters at the border, it's the man who knows her every secret and surrenders anyway.
In a game of power and poison, the last move is always love. Or murder.
They’re not sure which yet.

"No woman leaves his bed alive."
"But I will survive."
I whispered it to the moon, to the chains, to myself—until I believed it.
They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me?
The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn't do love. He doesn't do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays.
"Before my beast consumes me completely—I need a son to take the throne."
Too bad for him…I'm not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I'm something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.

There prevailed to be six kingdoms consisting of humans, werewolves, vampires, fairies, elves, and dragon kingdoms.

A hostile war transpired between the dragons and the werewolves. The very war destroyed a lot of lives and the dragons' kingdom.

However, the werewolves were getting defeated and the human kingdom agreed on assisting their allies which were the werewolves. But then, amidst the battle, something significant happened.

Alpha Jeffrey, the king of the werewolves was at the point of winning against the Almighty king of the dragons.

He zipped the arrow at the dragon king. However, his strike jabbed right into the heart of King Dawson, the human king.

Anguishly, this brought a great disputable conflict between the humans... A wave of venomous anger and pure hatred against the werewolves.

When the war was won, the dragons vanished from the earth. Then, the battle between the humans and the werewolves arose.

Queen Isle being the spouse of king Dawson, swore with her life to avenge her husband's death and make Alpha Jeffery... Her slave.


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"Strip!" the feminine cold voice, ordered.

A thick groan, a scratchy voice responded to her utters. "And what if I don't, woman!" he growls outrageously yet, weakly.

"Then, await to withstand the dance of the devils, Alpha!" she chuckled, evilly and viciously.

And then, she walked out in her regal strides away from the room.

She is the queen, the tyrant ruler of Denmark's kingdom.

Her voice is authority, her voice is the law!

No one dares to mess up with her, no one dares to weigh a war on her kingdom. She's like a fire, that not even the ocean can quench her whole.

Even the moon is extremely envious of the voluminous beauty she carries.

She's known as the tyrant Queen Isle.

When the world fell to monsters, Avery was just a girl with nothing but a name.

Now she's hunted by ancient Titans—creatures from myth that should never have been real—and saved by three deadly brothers bound in blood, magic, and secrets. Damien is cold and cruel, convinced she’s hiding something. Ezra is her reluctant protector, willing to defy his own blood for her. And Rowan… wears a muzzle for a reason.

They say she’s marked. Chosen. That the Titans want her for what she is, or what she’s becoming.

She says she just wants to go home.

But love in the ruins is dangerous, and Avery is about to learn:
you don’t survive the end of the world without breaking—or being claimed.

Elara Voss lives in a world that was never built to include her. As a half-witch anomaly in a society that only accepts pure magical lineage, she grows up monitored, isolated, and dismissed. Her magic doesn’t follow known laws—it is unstable, unpredictable, and resists classification, making her more of a controlled risk than a true member of witch society.

Everything changes the night her magic reacts to Cael Draven, a human who should not meaningfully interact with magic at all. Yet his presence stabilizes her volatile power in a way no one can explain. This contradiction immediately draws the attention of witch authorities. Selene Vire, a containment operative, identifies Cael as a “null”—a rare anomaly capable of disrupting magical systems simply by existing.

As tensions rise, Elara is pulled into a conflict between containment and erasure. The authorities want Cael eliminated, but Elara notices something stranger: he does not resist magic—he subtly alters how it behaves without intent. The closer she stays to him, the more her magic stabilizes into something unfamiliar and evolving.

Soon, buried truths surface. Cael’s existence is linked to erased histories within witch records, suggesting the system is hiding something fundamental. Meanwhile, Elara’s magic begins evolving beyond structured spellwork into an adaptive force shaped by emotion and proximity rather than control.

Forced into an uneasy alliance with Cael as pursuit intensifies, Elara discovers a deeper truth: Cael is not the cause, but the trigger. Something ancient within her is awakening, predating witch law itself. Their connection is not fate—it is a systemic collision.

As the Veil between worlds weakens, Elara faces a final dilemma: saving herself may require destroying him, while saving him may mean becoming something neither witches nor humans can control.

Lunara Throneborn was born to be queen.

Blessed with hair the color of moonlight and eyes like liquid silver, she carries the ancient bloodline of the Alpha Kings, the rightful ruler of all werewolves. But she has one flaw. She is human. A werewolf without a wolf.

Her parents are ashamed of her. Her twin sister, Aurora Throneborn, blessed with a wolf though weak, is being groomed to steal her throne. They are twins, but Lunara is the eldest. And they look nothing alike.

To hide their embarrassment, or perhaps to mock her, Lunara is sent to Vicjen Royal Academy, the most elite werewolf institution in the world, with her identity concealed. She is ranked at the very bottom. Human. Powerless. Invisible.

But the Moon Goddess does not make mistakes.

Four Cardinal Alphas, blessed warriors destined to protect and claim the true Werewolf Queen, are waiting within the academy’s walls. They do not know who she is. She does not know what she is. But when her dormant power begins to stir, responding to their presence in ways she cannot control, everything changes.

One can read her mind and control her body with a smirk.

The second burns with obsessive fire and will destroy anyone who hurts her.

The third commands wind and lightning with the calm of a king.

The fourth can awaken wolves with a touch. But will he awaken her?

Four alphas. One throne. A queen who does not know her own power with mates who swear their loyalty to a false queen.

At Vicjen Royal Academy, hierarchy is everything. Lunara entered as the lowest. But she will rise. And when she does, the entire werewolf world will kneel.

With her husband feeling more like a distant roommate, Nikki, an ex-college soccer player, knows there's more out there for her but scared to leave the comfort of her normal, usual, secure life. One night, during a massive storm, lightening strikes as a new player, Shane, joins her team. The second their eyes meet, time stops. She knows this person has always lived in her heart and soul. What is this feeling? It's illogical, it's fantasy, it's supported by all of the physical evidence you could throw in front of her. What the hell even is a soul mate, anyways? There's only one way to find out without actually having to interact with the dark haired stranger in real life...inviting him to dream with her. Will he join her?

Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother.

"What is wrong with me?

Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?

It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.

He’s my boyfirend’s brother.

This is Tyler’s family.

I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.

**

As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.

Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.

When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.

I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.

**

I hate girls like her.

Entitled.

Delicate.

And still—

Still.

The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.

Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.

I shouldn’t care.

I don’t care.

It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.

It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.

I’m not here to rescue anyone.

Especially not her.

Especially not someone like her.

She’s not my problem.

And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.

But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.

I am a tragic woman. For five years, my husband and I have hidden our marriage—no one knows we are husband and wife. He doesn't love me; I'm merely an outlet for his desires.

To him, I'm probably just a prostitute he doesn't have to pay.

My husband is deeply in love with another woman. He lavishes all his affection on her, while I, his lawful wife, am met with nothing but indifference and cruelty...

My life is a prison, holding me captive.

This ridiculous marriage was doomed from the start.

Today, I summoned the courage to shatter my chains:

'Let's divorce!'

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger.
Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order.
I hated the way he spoke to me.
I hated the way he watched me more.
But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect.
The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple.
Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending.
At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t.
At dinner, he whispered against my ear,
“If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.”
I should have slapped him.
Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe.
He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured,
“Open for me.”
“Keep your eyes on me.”
“I want you shaking for me, not for him.”
Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred.
Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made.
My ex wanted me broken.
Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him.
And the worst part was how easily I let him.
Santa didn’t bring me a miracle.
He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

Ava Monroe is struggling to pay for her college fees. After a terrible loss in business when her family went bankrupt overnight, Ava saw all her dreams shatter right in front of her eyes. It doesn't help that her family is obsessed with becoming wealthy again. The shock of being poor had turned them into something Ava could no longer recognize. However, eager for some quick money, Ava works as an escort over the summer before college begins. The money is good, and she hasn't had any strange experiences yet. That has to be worth something, right?

Brian Reinhold is rich, successful and soon turning forty. But his home is anything but happy. After losing his sixteen-year-old daughter in a car crash, Brian doesn’t know how to go on with life anymore. Nothing makes sense. Nothing makes him lively. His friends believe Brian needs a break. A long pause in his hectic life so he could grieve and make amends for the sadness that is dousing him from inside. But instead of packing his bags and moving to his hometown, Brian thrusts himself more into work and pretends that moving on is a choice, not binding.

But life takes a toll when the next client on Ava’s list turns out to be Brian Reinhold. The dear daddy of Valerie. Ava’s best friend. Now, Ava doesn’t know why the idea of sleeping with a man double her age is electrifying. Brian Reinhold might be forty soon, but he looks anything but old. His arms are a thing of beauty and his charming grey eyes can suck you in so deep that reality gladly withers away. But this arrangement has cons of its own. And truth has the power to destroy the lives they both care for.

Clara's life takes an unimaginably drastic turn when she wakes up next to Billionaire Derek Montenegro.


Clara is a maid at one of New York's most renowned hotels. She works two jobs to make ends meet and to protect her family from the debt her father's drinking left behind.
What occurs when she meets Derek Montenegro, the heir to the largest hotel chain in the nation, a real ladies' guy, and also her boss?
What transpires when her ex-boyfriend unexpectedly walks in and knocks him out? She spends the entire night taking care of him in an effort to keep her job.
But something seems off. Not only is she half nude next to him when he wakes up with a searing headache, but he has no memory of the previous night. He dismisses her from her work because he views her as a floozy who is just interested in his money.
What transpires when they cross paths again two weeks later and she blurts out, "I'm pregnant."
Not to mention, she could have a chance of falling in love—this might lead to a lot of unexpected complications.
Can genuine love really last in the midst of so many lies?

At her engagement party, her fiancé had betrayed her.She announced she wanted to take revenge on her fiancé.


A man's icy lips covered hers as he devoured her, giving her temporary respite from the heat. She reached out and flung her arms around his neck, sucking his lips greedily.

Loud moans and pants soon resounded around the room. Their shadows on the wall opposite overlapped with a burning passion.

As the light was dim, Charlotte couldn't see the man's face clearly. The only thing that occurred to her was how beastly he was in bed. He savagely took her until dawn.

"Little woman, seems like fate doesn't want you alive. Blame yourself for forcing yourself on a man who clearly doesn't love you!!" The man spat the words with disdain.
Olivia felt the cold rush of air as she was shoved off the bridge, the assassin's face betraying no emotion except for a chilling smirk that never touched the depths of his icy green eyes.
…
Olivia's best friend, Harlow, pretends to have an affair with Olivia's husband, Chester. Harlow plans to kill Olivia and throws her body off a bridge, but Olivia is saved and undergoes plastic surgery. Five years later, Olivia and her triplets return to New York City to seek revenge.

“My name is Elijah Wright,” he said, his eyes sparkling with confidence. He extended his hand, his smile charming. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my soon-to-be wife.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. My heart stopped. I was sure I must have heard him wrong. There was no way he had just said what I thought he said. I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. But then he repeated it, his words dripping with sincerity, and I knew it was true.

“You’re joking, right?” I asked, my voice shaking. I took a step back, my eyes fixed on his face. Elijah’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He took a step closer, his hands reaching out as if to grasp mine.

“I’m afraid not,” he said, his voice low and husky with emotion. He paused, his gaze intense. “You see, I can’t bear the thought of you leaving me.” His words were laced with vulnerability, his eyes pleading. He took another step closer, his face inches from mine. “You have always been in my heart,” he continued, his voice cracking with emotion, “and now that we’ve found each other again, I will not let you go……

"Kiera Scott is a 21 years old single lady, she Lives alone since she graduated from high school. Sometimes her friends come around to visit her. Luckily enough for her, she's the only daughter of her family and very pampered. She's pretty... The perfect definition of beauty can be told alone by looking at her. She's loved by everyone in her neighborhood, works in a very good company and paying one loved by her colleagues. But! The only problem is her Boss.

He's Tibby Wilf. He is a sex freak, crazy, mean, extra arrogant. He hates being corrected. But Kiera keeps crushing on him.

He was a sex addict. He'd always scold her when she's wrong and not...till she got used to it.

Now she accidentally found him in the shower.

"you!!" he called as she turned back shocked to see her boss half naked.

"argh!" she screamed and shut her eyes closed

"what you doing here?"" she asked

"I should ask you that!" he fired back as she opened her eyes

'gosh...so hot' she gasped in her thoughts

"I'm hiding... please" she whispered as she walked closer to him

"hey... stay back" he hurriedly said as she staggered back

"argh!" she screamed as he pushed her back but unfortunately... his towels fell off his waist."

Her:
My boyfriend forgot our anniversary.
Another girl sat on his lap.
I told myself he loved me.

Then his brother came home.
A soldier. Cold. Dangerous.
He saved me from a storm. From men who wanted to hurt me. From the dark.

Now I'm lying in a hospital bed, broken.
My boyfriend is nowhere.
But his brother is holding my hand, begging me to wake up.

Him:
She's my brother's girlfriend.
I tried to stay away.
But she's the girl I've loved since we were kids—even though she doesn't remember me.

I watched her almost die.
I don't care anymore.
Let my brother hate me.
She's mine.

My boyfriend forgot our anniversary to help another girl. Again.
I’ve spent three years bleeding over my violin for one audition. He knows that. He didn't show up.

But his brother did.

The one with the cold eyes and sharper tongue. The one who told me I was pathetic—then drove across town in a storm to make sure I wasn't alone. He doesn't say pretty things. He just grabs my wrist, shoves me into his car, and stays.

Now my boyfriend wants to make up. But every time he touches me, I flinch.

Because last night, I woke up from a nightmare screaming someone else's name.
And that someone is sleeping down the hall.
In my boyfriend's house.
Wearing nothing but guilt and a secret I can never tell.

Allison is her first year of college when she is surprised to learn that her long-widowed mother is dating billionaire Malcolm Kent. Although she wants her mother to be happy, Allison mistrusts his intentions and is soon drawn into a web of intrigue as Malcolm enforces his unusual form of discipline on all those around him.