8236 Book(s) Related to the last thing he told me.

I spent seven years being Preston Maddox's personal errand girl.

Did his homework, took his father's belt for him, cut off every friend I had because he said he didn't like me talking to other guys.

I told myself that if I was good enough, patient enough, he'd eventually see me.

Then came the school's centennial gala. In front of everyone, he locked me, a girl with severe aquaphobia, inside a water tank filled to the brim with ice-cold water, so Vanessa Sinclair could have a pretty backdrop for her ballet number.

The audience roared. He watched Vanessa take her bow with this soft, adoring smile on his face. The only time he glanced at me was when he noticed I'd made a mess, and all he did was wrinkle his nose.

The water rose over my head, and something in me finally understood.

To Preston Maddox, I wasn't even worth as much as a dog.

If a dog was drowning, its owner would at least care.

Me? I just disgusted him.

Hidden all her life in the slums of Emberveil, Aerith has one rule: never let the dragons see her eyes. Fae are extinct, hunted, burned, and erased from the kingdom. Or so everyone believes. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, when her forbidden magic stirs awake and her grandmother falls deathly ill, Aerith breaks the one rule meant to keep her safe. She enters the royal dragon pharmacy… and collides with a werewolf princess who drags her straight to the dungeon. There, in the deepest shadows of the palace, the youngest dragon prince sees her glowing eyes and instantly knows what she is. A fae. A secret the entire kingdom would kill for. What would be her fate? Another dead Fae? Or the Last Dragon's Fae Queen?

“Prince? Dickhead? Asshole? Or stalker?” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Maybe I should show you the one title I want you to use.” Before I could react, his hand closed around my chin, tilting my face up. His lips crashed into mine, hard, claiming, breath-stealing. When he finally pulled back, his voice was a rough whisper against my lips. “You could call me yours… because you are mine.”

Peace was never meant to last.

Astrid Monroe —the Last Tribid—has finally survived the battles that nearly tore her apart. With Jason and Killian by her side, her foster family safe, and her sister Nyx chasing love in the human world, life at Velmora Academy feels almost… normal.

But normal doesn’t belong to someone like her.
Whispers of rival academies rise, ancient forgotten gods stir from the shadows, and enemies old and new are eager to claim the power in her blood. And when a new student arrives—mysterious, bold, and far too interested in her—Astrid finds herself caught in a dangerous game of desire and betrayal that could shatter everything she’s built with her mates.
In a world where loyalty is tested, love is threatened, and darkness hungers for her soul, Astrid will discover that surviving once was only the beginning.
Because peace was just the calm before the blood and ruin.

Every story Iris Vale writes comes true.

A missing woman is found exactly where her latest story said she would be.

A warehouse burns down hours after she publishes another.

Then anonymous messages begin appearing.

WE KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW.

The problem is that Iris doesn't know anything.

At least, she doesn't think she does.

When her stories attract the attention of billionaire Alpha Cassian Blackmoor, Iris is pulled into a hidden world of werewolves, secrets, and deadly conspiracies.

Cassian believes she may be connected to a mystery that has claimed the lives of powerful Alphas for years.

His wolf believes something else.

That she is his mate.

As enemies close in and events from her stories begin unfolding in real life, Iris must uncover the truth behind her impossible gift before she becomes the next target.

Because someone is watching.

Someone is waiting.

And someone will kill to keep the truth buried.

Myril’s world is sinking before her eyes. Foreign ships flood into the harbor and Anamat’s citizens flee across the sea while the governor helps foreign emissaries steal from the city’s guilds. The guildmaster enlists Myril to help save the Chronicles of Anamat from the pillagers and their local allies. Her old friend Darna returns to the city strangely pregnant – if that’s what it is. She’s also about to become the ruler of Tiadun. Meanwhile Iola, the ambassadress, is determined to fly to the dragons’ realm again, even if it kills her, and the Defenders have more troubles than they can manage. Will any of them survive when the waters rise again? This book concludes the Anamat/Dragonsfall series.

“Think like a Greymoor, not a Fenwick," Elias said through the mind link. “You're a pure-blooded alpha, Ralph. And I am your guardian. Do you think your friends will still have your back if they know what you are becoming? Not a beta, not an omega – but an alpha.”


She woke up to destroy the world. He was just trying to survive the night. Until one forbidden bite bound their souls forever.

Three centuries ago, the Greymoors ruled the night—a brotherhood of the world's most powerful Alphas, bound not by blood, but by power. Until they were betrayed and burned to ash.

Freya is a ghost from the forgotten era, the daughter of an Alpha driven by three hundred years of trapped rage. When Ridgehaven Academy's secret student sacrifices spill enough blood to wake her, she rises for revenge.

Starving and disoriented, she bites Ralph—a clueless student who doesn't know he is the descendant of the only wolf who escaped the ancient fire.

That single bite shatters a centuries-old curse, unlocking the dormant True Alpha power in Ralph's veins. Bound by the moon Goddess as fated mates, they are now the most hunted targets in a city where Alphas are banned.

Together they are the greatest threat Gloomridge has ever faced or its only salvation.

📣 Author's note: Journey with me on this epic through “The Last Greymoors series”. We are going to be diving deep into this world for a long time, so buckle up, add it to your collection, and let's experience this adventure together.

✨TROPES

🐺True Alpha 🔮Last seer 💞 Fated mates
🔃 Reborn 👑 Chosen one 📜 Prophecy ⚔️ Revenge 🎭 Hidden Identity 🕯️Slow burn ⚔️ Last of their kind ⚰️ Resurrection 🧬 Hybrid 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🏠 Forced proximity

Adrian died as a human,he woke up hungry.Buried beneath a city consumed by living dungeons, he is reborn as the weakest organism in the Nest—a Corpse Larva meant to feed, crawl, and eventually be eaten.
But something is wrong with him. Every corpse he devours leaves something behind.
Memories,skills,fear and while humanity struggles to survive the apocalypse above, something far worse is evolving below it.

I died once—betrayed and devoured by my fiancée and the townspeople I had protected. I used my ice powers to shield them from the scorching apocalypse, yet they believed the rumor that consuming me would grant them the same abilities, and brutally ate me alive.

Reborn fifteen days before the apocalypse, when 70-degree heat turns Texas into a wasteland, my ice powers will become the only oasis. In this life, the police station basement will no longer shelter refugees—it will only store my supplies, and the corpses of those who dare to trespass.

They say the dead go where they belong.

But I didn't.

I drift through the cold winds, watching my husband—the detective who once swore to protect me with his life—diligently investigating a dismemberment case.

He doesn't know that the broken body lying in the morgue is his wife.

He doesn't know that the gentle, caring "psychologist" who brings him lunch every day is the one who killed me.

He doesn't know that when I called him in my final moments, begging for help, he hung up on me. I am dead. Yet, that is not the cruelest part— the most harrowing aspect is having to witness the truth gradually emerge, watching as that man collapses completely upon uncovering it all.

I used to be the perfect daughter for my father, marrying Alpha Alexander for the benefit of my home pack, even though Alexander refused to mark me and insisted our marriage was merely a contract. I then became the perfect Luna for my Alpha husband, still hoping I could win his affection one day and we would be real husband and wife.
But everything changed the day I was told that my wolf had gone dormant. The doctor warned me that if I didn’t mark or reject Alexander within a year, I would die. However, neither my husband nor my father cared enough to help me.
In my despair, I made the decision to stop being the docile girl they wanted me to be.
Soon, everyone called me crazy, but that was exactly what I wanted—rejection and divorce.
What I didn’t expect was that my once arrogant husband would one day beg me not to leave…

They say no one survives a Spark for more than seven days. I wasn’t supposed to prove them wrong. I was a scav. A nobody. I lived in the shadows of gods and fed on what they left behind.

Then one of them died… and made sure I didn’t stay human.
Now something is burning inside me.

It lets me tear through walls. Kill without effort. See things I shouldn’t.
It’s killing me.

They say there’s a cure for the Silent Forge. But the closer I get, the more I realize something isn’t right.
The hunters aren’t just trying to stop me. They’re waiting for me.

Because the truth is. This power was never meant to save me.
It was meant to finish something.

"Shift," I said again. "Before I break you. Last warning."
Long red hair spilled across the dirty floor. Soft, smooth, feminine skin replaced the fur. A delicate neck. And as her chest rose with a shaky breath, I froze.
Rounded curves. A woman's body.
"You're… you're a female," I said, my voice raspy, almost broken.
"Let go of me, you monster," she spat and even dared to spit on my face.
The sound that came from my throat was a dangerous growl.
"No," I said.
"You're a female," I whispered again, obsession rising inside me so fast it scared even me. "And you're mine. You're mine."
Rachael believed she was the last female werewolf alive in a kingdom where women had vanished—hunted to extinction, erased into myth. To survive, she stayed hidden in her wolf form, living deep within the woods.
Until one mistake led her straight into the territory of the most feared Alpha alive.
Eryx, the ruthless Alpha King with cursed blood and unmatched power, thought she was a trespassing male. One forced shift shattered that illusion.
She was female. And she was his.
Desired by all. Hunted by many. Trapped in the hands of a man who ruled through blood and fear. Packs across the land would do anything to claim her—to breed her, to break her.
And Eryx would slaughter anyone who tried.
Because she isn't just the last woman.
She is the spark that could draw other females out of hiding—and set the entire kingdom on fire.

"I know what you are," Scar said, blade still drawn. "The last vessel said that too. Before the end."

Long Chen had survived the Great Merge on one rule: extract, trust no one, keep moving. Then the Dragon Vein Hunter System activated inside him and broke every part of that.

Now the clans want his heart. The ancient sects want his power. And something primordial, patient, and impossibly old is wearing his memories like a second skin, learning his voice, his habits, his people.

The blackouts are getting longer.

And Chen is starting to recognize what he does during them.

You have been lied to about dragons. They were not monsters, and they did not fall on their own.

In Rhazir, dragons once ruled as kings and queens, holding the world in balance beside the sacred Eggkeepers who guarded their future. When those caretakers were slaughtered, the dragons vanished, the thrones were stolen, and mortals rewrote history.

Eryndra Sonbrae is just a healer’s daughter… until the Temple lets her mother die and leaves her with a hidden trunk, a vanished father, and a truth the world buried. Drawn across deadly seas and into forbidden lands, Eryndra awakens dragons thought extinct and forms fated bonds no human woman was ever meant to survive.

Hunted by the Temple. Claimed by monsters, kings, and criminals. Eryndra must decide whether she will obey the lies of the world…

Or reclaim the fire they tried to erase. Because the last Eggkeeper has risen.

And the dragons are waking.

🐉 Dragons
🔥 Last of Her Kind
🥚 Sacred Dragon Eggs
👑 Reverse Harem
💫 Fated Mates
🐺 Alpha Wolf King
🐻 Gruff Bear Protector
🐍 Morally Grey Criminal
🌊 Powerful Sea Prince
📜 Hidden Prophecy
🩸 Ancient Bloodlines
⚔️ Corrupt Temple
🖤 Enemies to Lovers
✨ Touch Her and Die Energy
🔥 Epic High Fantasy Romantasy

The night before her wedding, Leah Carter caught her fiancé Elias in bed with another woman.

Elias humiliated her, manipulated her, and even plotted to pass her off to another man like an object to be discarded. In her most desperate moment, Matto Moretti came crashing through the door — reeking of blood and violence, the kind of man the entire underworld feared without question. He put a bullet through Elias's shoulder without blinking, then caught Leah's chin between his fingers, his voice low and absolute:

"Your man slept with my woman. That makes you responsible for the debt. Sign the paper and marry me."

Leah's Perspective

I told myself I was nothing more than a canary in his gilded cage — a substitute, a stand-in for someone else's sin.

We had known each other for exactly one month, and none of it made any sense. He detonated into my life like a bomb: money, tenderness, protection — all of it arriving at once, all of it suffocating in its intensity. He behaved like a man completely undone by me, and yet we had barely known each other thirty days.

Was this love at first sight? I didn't think so. There had to be another reason. I didn't know what I was to him, or why he looked at me the way he did — like a man who had loved me for years. And I knew nothing about him. Nothing at all.

Matto's Perspective

She will never know that she has been mine since long before any of this began.

I am not proud of how I came to have her. But that doesn't matter. What matters is this: you have no idea how long I have loved you. It started before all of this — before the gun, before the contract, before she ever knew my name. She will never know the truth of it, and that is fine. She only needs to know that I love her in ways that would frighten her if she ever truly understood.

As long as she stays, I would give her everything. My empire. My fortune. My life, without a moment's hesitation.

The man the world knew as cold-blooded and untouchable had been loving Leah Carter in the dark for years.

He would make Elias pay for what he had done. He would unearth the truth of her buried identity — a secret twenty years in the making. And in every shadow she could not see, he would clear the thorns from her path before she ever felt them, becoming the sharpest blade she never knew she carried.

Matto gave Leah his wealth and his kingdom. More than that, he gave her his heart — fierce, honest, and entirely hers.

"You have been mine since that day, long before you knew it."

"The whole world may fear me. But you — you are only ever allowed to love me."

He did not marry her on impulse.

He married her because he had been planning it for a very long time, and he had never once intended to let her go.

Leah × Matto — You are the captive in my hands, and the only salvation I have ever known.

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

My husband sent me to a clinic to erase my "attachment distress" toward him and our daughter.

He said I was too obsessive, too clingy, that my love was suffocating him. So the day I found he'd booked three tickets to Zurich—one for himself, one for our daughter, one for another woman—I signed the consent form.

He said the treatment was temporary. That once I was "better," we'd still be a family.

Three months later, I walked out of that clinic. I remembered the white roses at our wedding. I remembered sitting up all night with our daughter when she had a fever. I remembered every time he'd told me he loved me. All those memories were still there, as clear as if they'd happened yesterday.

But when he stood before me holding flowers, eyes red, asking why I wouldn't fight anymore, why I wouldn't cry, why I didn't love him anymore—I could only tell him calmly:

I remember loving you.

That feeling, though? It's really gone.

He thought he was erasing my pain. He had no idea what he'd actually erased.

"I marked her... to protect my title. But I left the one who owned my heart behind."

Sienna loved Alpha Ryder with her whole soul, even if their bond wasn’t fated. On the night of her wedding anniversary, her world shattered: betrayed by her husband, drugged. Someone saved her, unbeknownst to her, he was Alpha Ryder. And their path shouldn't have met.

Now, Ryder must mark another, Renna, the manipulative she-wolf chosen by the elders. With blackmail, lies, and political pressure mounting, Sienna becomes nothing more than a pawn.

Left with no name, no power, and no home, Sienna is forced to stay in the Alpha’s house as a servant... while her once-lover sleeps beside another.

But Sienna is not broken. She is watching. She is waiting. And when the time comes... they’ll all regret what they did to the Alpha’s forsaken bride.

When Lyra Everthorn fled her arranged marriage to the powerful Alpha King Orion Blackwood, she thought she'd found freedom and love with Kael Vane. Three years later, the night her hearing miraculously returns, she discovers her boyfriend's betrayal with her best friend—and learns they've been using her unborn children as sacrificial ingredients. Trapped in the dangerous world of Chicago's underground racing scene, Lyra must navigate deadly conspiracies involving the Blood Moon Cult while hiding her true identity as Silver Moon Pack's heir. As she races against time to avenge her mother's murder and expose Kael's crimes, Orion reappears—the mate she abandoned now offering protection she desperately needs. But can she accept help from the man she once rejected, especially when accepting means confronting feelings she's spent five years running from?

Wren Calloway has not cried in two years, not since the night her fiance David Lin died inside a collapsing building while she worked the call as lead paramedic and could not reach him in time. She buries her grief under double shifts and one strict rule: never fall for a firefighter again. Then her ambulance unit is folded into Station 14, and her new partner on every call becomes Captain Gideon Cole, the officer who ran command the night David died. Gideon has spent two years guarding a secret that could end his career and cost him the one thing he never expected to want again: the order that sent David into that building was his. Now he is forced to work side by side with the woman he wronged, treat her wounds, watch her grieve a man he failed, and fall for her anyway. As a department investigation reopens the old case and a rival lieutenant threatens to expose the truth for his own gain, Wren and Gideon are pulled toward something neither one is ready for. When the next fire calls his name and the past repeats itself in front of her, Wren must decide if she can love a man who runs toward danger, and Gideon must decide if he deserves to be loved at all.

In Nocturne Haven, widowhood is not a status.
It is a sentence.
The moment a husband dies, the bells toll and the Collectors come.
By law, a widow ceases to be human.
She becomes property….branded, displayed, sold before the next sunrise.
Samantha Vail never believed the old stories.
Until her husband’s blood soaked her wedding gown and the city condemned her in a single midnight chime.
Now she stands on the block in the House of Ashes and the sanctuary, the last lot of the Night of Claiming, and the highest bid belongs to Kane Draven: the man every shadow fears.
He didn’t come for a widow.
He came for a debt.
Yet one look at the woman who refuses to lower her eyes,and something long dead inside him stirs.
He claims her for vengeance.
He keeps her for desire.
He will lose her to the only law stronger than his own:
in Nocturne Haven, loving what you bought is punishable by death.
A dark, intoxicating romance about possession, power, and the one curse no one saw coming…..the moment a monster falls in love with the only thing he was never meant to touch.

Aria Rivera thought her life would finally be perfect when the Moon Goddess chose Alpha Marcus as her true mate. She dreamed of leading the pack beside him, strong, kind, and loved. But everything shatters when Marcus’s old love suddenly returns, saying she is carrying his baby.

Before Aria can understand what’s happening, she is blamed for a terrible crime, accused of trying to poison the woman everyone now protects. Heartbroken and betrayed, Aria is rejected and executed, cast out by the pack she once called home.

But the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. And when secrets begin to unravel, Marcus will learn that rejecting his true Luna might be the biggest mistake of his life.

Will Aria rise again, stronger than before? Or will her broken heart keep her from the destiny written in the stars?

Warning: This book has high sexual assault displays, but does not support any form of rape
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"I, Alpha Edward Parker, swear that I will keep you tied to me until I make you pay for what you did to my mate," he swore, gripping my chin in a bruising hold.
"Not only will you wish for death, but you will beg for it, and it will be too far from you."
I could feel the eyes of the whole pack on us. They probably came to experience a normal wedding, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I was being married off to a groom because he wanted revenge. Tears welled, and I wanted to scream, "I am your mate; I'm the one who saved you, not her." But I knew no one would believe me.
I was his mate, how could he not recognize me?


Four years ago, Amanda happened to save a total stranger, but due to a string of misunderstandings, her sister took her place. The stranger then promised a vow of betrothal to his savior. Not seeing any use in correcting the error, Amanda allowed it. That was her biggest mistake because the stranger ended up being her own mate. Caught in a web of lies and confusion, she decides to set herself free by speaking the truth. But her plans are thwarted when her sister turns up dead, and she is pinned as the main suspect.
A mate out to seek revenge for another, a forced marriage, an underlying plot, a web of lies, and many dark secrets. How can Amanda navigate all these without losing sight of herself?
How will she speak the truth when she has already lost her voice and has been destroyed by her own mate?

"Thirty million dollars," he says, like he's ordering wine. "One year of marriage." Dante Moretti destroyed Alera Vance's family, took their empire, left them drowning in debt, and she swore she'd never forgive him.
But one reckless kiss turns into a scandal, and Dante sees opportunity. His solution?
A contract marriage that pays her thirty million at the end. All she has to do is play the perfect wife. It should be simple. Except nothing about Dante is simple.
He's ruthless in business, possessive in private, and dangerously good at blurring the line between hate and hunger.
The more the world believes their lie, the more Alera risks losing the only thing she has left, her heart. Because falling for him wasn't part of the deal.
And surviving him might cost her everything.


"You fucking thief!" The words tear out of me before I can stop them.
Dante Moretti, the man who destroyed my father's company three years ago, slowly turns towards me. And looking down at me like I'm some insect that wandered into his perfect world.
His thumb hooks under my chin, forcing my head up. My eyes widen at the contact.
"Stay calm," his Italian accented voice drawls.
"Wh–"
He doesn't let me finish my sentence and he slams his mouth onto mine.

Lila Varyn lost all her memories in an accident, remembering nothing but her own name. She woke up alone, helpless, and penniless. Her fiancé Caelum Fairmoon showed up with Seraphine Varyn, Lila’s younger half-sister. Caelum believed Lila was faking amnesia to gain sympathy and attention. Not only did he refuse to help her, but he also mocked her. He even lied that Walter Fairmoon, who appeared on TV, was Lila’s boyfriend, telling her to go to Walter, who was rumoured to have been disabled because of her, for help. Caelum wanted to watch Lila get humiliated and rejected, so she would return to him, obedient and clingy as before.

No one knew that Walter had recognised Lila as his childhood first love the moment he saw her at his younger cousin’s engagement party, and had sensed she was his fated mate. He had just hidden his love because of their forbidden relationship. Two years earlier, Walter had been severely injured and left disabled in an incident. Everyone told him Lila had deliberately set him up. Therefore, when the amnesiac Lila came to him for help, he distrusted her and suspected she had an agenda, yet he could not bring himself to refuse her help.

To pay off her “debt” to Walter, Lila became his personal assistant. But she soon noticed that Walter seemed to act differently during the day and at night.

Lauren Hayes never thought billionaire Michael Bennett would notice her, let alone ask her to marry him. Their marriage starts as a deal to protect his inheritance and save her mother’s house. But as they spend time together—at events, in arguments, and on unexpected nights—their arrangement starts to feel real. Lauren falls for the man behind the suits and pressure. For the first time, she thinks Michael might love her back.

Then Michael’s ex-fiancée comes back with a secret that could ruin everything. Photos, hotel records, and a claim of pregnancy make Michael think Lauren has lied to him all along. Instead of trusting her, he listens to his family and accuses Lauren of marrying him for his money. Heartbroken and pregnant, Lauren leaves before Michael can hurt her more. He lets her go, thinking it’s easier to be the one who ends things.

Two years later, Lauren comes back with a little boy who looks just like Michael and carries the Bennett name. Michael wants answers, his son, and the wife he still loves. Lauren wants nothing from the man who didn’t believe her when it counted. As old secrets come to light, Michael learns his mother and ex-fiancée broke up his marriage to protect the family business. Now, he has to prove he deserves a second chance with the woman he hurt.

The day I died, I found a locked box in my husband's closet.

Inside were thirty years of lies.

Gray Reed saved my life when I was eight. Everyone said I owed him everything. At eighteen, I gave him my college applications to "help revise" - he was my guidance counselor. He told me, "Livy, you're not competitive enough. Stanford's too hard. Consider community college instead."

I believed him. I stayed in our small town, took over the family Mexican restaurant, married him. Thirty years later he died, and I discovered the truth—

He photocopied my entire application and gave it to his first love, Elysia Hunt.

She used MY application to get into Stanford. Built a Silicon Valley empire on MY life.

While I spent thirty years trapped in this town, married to the man who stole my future.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back in September 1995, first week of senior year, eighteen years old—

This time, no one steals my dreams.

On my due date, my husband Matteo locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Torrino family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Jennifer and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Matteo made this insane decision.

"My brother and Jennifer's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

At my boyfriend Liam's startup funding celebration, his best friend Mia showed up with a homemade cake.

I'm severely allergic to peanuts. The second I caught that smell, I said no.

Mia's face fell. Liam shot me a dark look and told me to eat it.

So I did.

The reaction hit within minutes—throat swelling shut, hives breaking out everywhere, couldn't breathe.

I reached for my EpiPen.

Mia got there first.

She grabbed it and started tossing it between her fingers like some party trick, showing off to everyone.

"Yo, check this out!"

The room went wild.

I grabbed Liam's arm, gasping for help. He jerked away, irritated.

"Stop being so dramatic. Mia had a sip of my drink and now you're gonna fake an allergy attack for attention?"

No one believed me.

No one helped.

My vision blurred. I found my phone between the cushions and sent one last text to my brother before everything went black.

"I have to tell you something, Ash," Micah said, his voice softened.
"I have been waiting for you for many years. In all these years, there was no one else, and my heart was always empty. I even thought my mate was dead. However, I didn't expect to find you." His touch on my cheek ignited an indescribable sensation.
"I've enough of living without you. Now that I have found you, I will always protect you. Nobody can separate us, not even you."


Ashlyn has a captive soul, labeled as mentally ill due to her special perceptual abilities. Trapped within the confines of a psychiatric hospital, suffers ruthless abuse.
However, under the capricious arrangement of fate, a mysterious and commanding man suddenly bursts into her world.
What? He is Alpha? Why has he appeared in the human realm? Does he bring salvation or destruction?
Will she be able to break free from captivity, uncover hidden secrets, and discover her true destiny?

Caught in a blizzard, Prince Tarkyn and his companions get trapped in the Lost Forest: a mystical realm of captivity where all must face their innermost fears - or spend an eternity.  The challenge fractures Tarkyn's friendship with the woodfolk at a time when he most needs their allegiance. As the enchanted realm's true purpose unravels, Tarkyn's brothers - King Kosar and Prince Jarand - prepare their armies for war. As the turmoil threatens his friendships and a warning from the Forest Guardians reveals a deadly threat, will Tarkyn be able to repair the deadly rift destroying his kin - sorcerer and woodfolk alike?

Ben has always been best at what he does, he's handsome, tall, kind-hearted, and cheerful. That shouldn't be the result of growing up with parents who rejected his sexual orientation.

But he learned how to survive when he run away from home. Ben knows how to mingle with the right people and have the guts to take jobs that would support him.

His life was doing just fine, he was happy, he was financially okay, until one day he was terrorized by one of his clients.


Jasper is a straight man, he grew up to be a paralegal, have a safe job for his boring kind of life. He was satisfied with what he had accomplished in life, he thought he was happy, until he met Ben.

Until he was falling for the one sugar baby he shouldn't have.


Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

Warning: This is a reverse harem series and contains explicit scenes throughout (including M/M).

Six years ago, I gave everything to the boy who set my world on fire… my heart, my body, my trust. The next day, he vanished without a word.

Life hasn’t been kind since. I buried my parents the same week I brought my newborn son home. At eighteen, I became both a mother and a guardian to my teenage sister, barely surviving the weight of it all. When I finally believed I’d found safety in marriage, I discovered my husband was living a double life.

Now my son, Jaxon, is angry and acting out. I know we can’t keep pretending everything is fine. We need a fresh start.

I never expected that fresh start to lead me to a sleepy mountain town hiding a deadly secret… or back to him.

Because this town borders a hidden pack of wolf shifters, and one of their alphas is the boy who disappeared six years ago.

The same boy who never knew he left me with more than a broken heart.

He left me with his son.

"We entered the room right after Analina opened the door to her bedroom. She's dressed alluring in a silk bathrobe tied loosely at her waist. As we walk in, I go up behind her as Zander and Pablo stand in front of her, I wrap my hands around her waist and slowly untie her robe, taking it off of her, and I then drop it to the floor. From the back, the short nightgown that is draped over her curves instantly got me hard, you can see every curve being hugged by the white silky fabric. It has thin straps and comes to stop at the lower back; I took both of my hands and slowly slid the nightgown off her shoulders and down the length of her body, letting it fall to the floor around her feet.
      I positioned her legs a good width apart and enter my index finger into her going in and out of her, Seeing this Zander and Pablo comes over each taking a breast and sucking hard you can hear her loud moans through the room. "feels good, aby girl?" I asked. She only replied with "UMMM, huh." I then started to lick her pussy and suck on her clit, after having my fill and lick her dry we unattached ourselves from her. Picking her up in a princess carry, I went to bed, and my two men pulled down the covers, and I placed her on the bed.
      Continuing where Pablo left off at sucking on her breast, Zander took upon himself to start making out with our girl. I undressed as so were they, and got my cock ready to enter her beautiful, extremely wet overflowing pussy, then I slammed into her, I could hear her moaning against Zander's lips."

The Lost Witch

Do you know who brought you here? That person is your soulmate.”

“I only know his first name. It's Zamyr and my best friend, Maddie, knows him a bit.”

“Holy shit! Oh, my God!”

“What? You know him?”

“Everybody knows him. He's the king.”

At first nobody stood out from the crowd, but then I spotted a figure standing on the side talking to somebody. He emitted a power that was different from anything else I felt so far. I instantly knew that he's the one I was looking for. I wasted no time and charged towards him before anyone could comprehend what I was doing.

**
Eventually my knees gave up and I dropped to the floor. I no longer could conjure my magic balls or my shield. I was exhausted and Gabriel took advantage. He sent another magic ball towards me and it collided with me, sending me to the floor. I was still conscious, but I couldn't move. He stood in front of me and leaned down. As soon as his hands touched my body his eyes widened. I don't know what caused that, because I couldn't feel my body. It gave up, but my mind was still trying to fight.

“I found you and now I won't let you go.”

**
Savannah didn’t want to do anything with the supernatural world until she had no choice in the matter given the fact that she’s a witch with two soulmates and also something else. Zamyr is a fae and Gabriel is an angel.
Their first meeting wasn’t pleasant. Would Savannah forgive them? Is their bond strong enough even when her mind is weak and she might forget about her life? She has to make a hard decision in order to defeat the true evil who’s trying to destroy the world.

A young love that could have been, lost in the folds of societal expectations. Another broken soul bound to jealousy, destruction, neglect, abandonment; set to kill. Pasts are relived, boundless joy and unbearable pain, and regrets are experienced in this crime thriller. To what end?

Born under a Blood Eclipse.
Hunted for her power.
Claimed by the Alpha King.

Aria Nightwolf was never meant to survive.
Her silver eyes and moonfire blood mark her as a living prophecy.

When the Red Eclipse awakens her power, she’s captured and taken to the Dark Moon Court—
straight into the hands of Roman Blackthorn, the ruthless Alpha King who swore never to take a mate.

He knows she could destroy his kingdom.
He knows loving her is forbidden.

And he still claims her.

Because Aria isn’t just cursed—
she’s the last heir of the Eclipse Bloodline, the only Luna who can save the wolf realms… or burn them to the ground.

War is coming.
Desire is dangerous.
And fate demands blood.

He was born to rule.
She was born to end kingdoms.

18+ mature content, not rated or suitable for those under the age of majority. This book is one of romance and horror.

Wynne is an ordinary woman, until her world is turned upside down. The Wild Hunt has kidnapped her and dragged her into Loslosach, The Sidhe Mists, home to mythical creatures and great danger. It's there that she discovers she is not human as she believes, but one of the Sidhe. Deadly adventures and daring romances await her...

I was nothing. A magicless girl in a world where power decides your worth. The Storm Kingdom treated me like I didn’t exist, like I was a mistake.

Then came a letter I never sent, a summons I never expected, and everything changed. They called it the Obsidian Spire Academy, a place to train in the chaos of magic, but I had no magic or so I thought.

And then came Kael. A Flame wielder feared across all kingdoms, the boy who stared at me like I held the answers to questions I didn’t even understand. He saved me, but his eyes warned me that danger followed, and that the world I knew was about to crumble.

I’ve learned the truth the hard way: my blood carries power older than the kingdoms themselves. Power that can either destroy everything or rebuild it. Now, hunted by those who want me as a weapon, I must fight, learn, and control the chaos within me or risk losing everything I care about, including Kael, who refuses to leave my side.

"Look at you! You’ve changed! You're really a wolf. And you're my mate! My Luna! Can't you feel our bond? Can't you remember that? You must accept it, and I am your Alpha, Alex is our pup! We must unite to make our powers stronger! To protect and save our son!" Gerald pulled her into his bed and united their powers in a primitive way. Making love.

"Let go of me! Don't be silly! I'm not a wolf! I am human! You're not my mate! The only thing I remember is... You're a murderer! You killed my father!" Jennifer shouted at him with an angry face.


What would happen if you were revealed to be a werewolf? And you were Luna? The one who disappeared six years ago? And she was the mate of Alpha Blackstone - Geralt Williams 30 years old, The CEO of Williams Enterprise! She even had a child with him! The one she hates so much? Who made her miserable? The arrogant man who was also her Ex-Boss!

Something that Jennifer Ross' which is 24 years old, Jennifer’s brain could not accept. She was living in the present, and she didn't believe in werewolves at all.

Why didn't she remember him?

What really happened to her? But why does he always come in Jennifer's dreams?

Until something happens to her and her son-Alexander, and Geralt Williams tries to save them.

Someone who completely ruined her life, rejected her, treated her like trash!

Even someone she should hate, and get revenge for killing her father!

What should she do?

Can she accept the fact that Geralt William is her mate, and she is his Luna?

Can they come together to save their son?

And forget her revenge for killing his father?

Can she forgive him?

the industrial, fog-drenched city of Sasha, Han, a former lieutenant from the grueling Loren War, lives a double life as a refined antique dealer. He harbors a dangerous secret: he is the last of the werewolves. His fragile peace is shattered when his old comrade, Joe Manny, arrives with a stolen relic from the "Holy Grail Order," a sinister organization that uses necromancy and steam-powered technology to control the living dead.

Han is forced into a deadly game of survival where he must protect his identity while being hunted by professional werewolf hunters. As the shadows of the Grail lengthen over the city, Han must decide whether to continue hiding his beast within or unleash it to destroy the dark conspiracy that threatens to consume the world.

“You did it yesterday. Heal me again.” Her memory of yesterday was coming back. How could she forget his touch?

“Klishei, I’m sorry. But you will soon drain the power out of me. The full moon will still appear in three days. I have to conserve my power by then.”

“You…what…” Klishei stammered. Her head was already spinning.

Yeseus knelt. “But there is one way where I can make your headaches go away. What you’re feeling is the result of two powers trying to take control over you. The constant takeover has messed with the natural state of your body.”

Half of her was full of questions. However, the other half agreed, as if she had known this fact her entire life.

“And…what is this other way?...” She asked, breathing hard. All she could think about was for the pain to go away.

Yeseus snaked his hand over the front part of her panties. His thumb brushed over her mound. Klishei grunted at the friction of his touch against the cloth.
Not only was her head affected but her vision seemed to be in trouble as well. Yeseus’ irises were glowing silver and blue.

Just when Klishei was catching her breath, Yeseus inserted a finger inside her.

“Oh my gosh!” She shouted.

“Relax, I have not penetrated you yet.” His voice was now a little husky.

As he pulled and pushed his finger, Klishei’s body was arching against him but he pinned her tightly against the couch. Then, his movements gradually picked up.

“Yeseus!”

“That’s right. Scream if you can. That will make you cum faster.”

Five years of a marriage forced by family convenience end in the cruelest way possible: with a request for divorce on the same day they would celebrate their anniversary. Lilian, devastated by Ethan's rejection—the man she learned to love despite the circumstances—sees her life fall apart. In her darkest hour, when the pain seems unbearable, Lilian is saved by Daniel Spector, a longtime friend and silent confidant who has always loved her. At the hospital, news changes everything: Lilian is two months pregnant. But there is another woman, Joana Mercadante — rich, famous, and supposedly also expecting Ethan's child. With her heart broken and her soul on fire, Lilian decides to leave. She flees to France and, far from the eyes of the world, gives birth to her son and builds an empire. Five years later, she returns as a powerful woman, determined to face her demons... and she finds Ethan again. He never stopped looking for her, never forgot the love he destroyed with his own hands. Now he must fight not only for forgiveness, but for a second chance—with her and with the son he never knew. But will regret be enough to rebuild a love that was betrayed? Especially when Daniel, Ethan's new rival, is ready to build the life Lilian always dreamed of... and is already the father in her son's heart?

A childhood engagement, two decades in the making. I crossed an ocean for the sole purpose of marrying the heir to the Russell family.

But they led me to an abandoned construction site—where a blood-soaked man was swinging a steel pipe, fighting off ten attackers at once. This, they told me, was "my fiancé."

Bankrupt. Drowning in debt. Scraping by in underground fighting pits. They said he was living like a dog.

Meanwhile, the real heir had his arm around another woman, sneering at me from across the room. "Some gold-digging country girl thinks she deserves me? Find a nobody with the same last name—that's the best she'll ever get."

They made us into a joke—the washed-up loser paired with the clueless village hick.

What they didn't know was that I held several championship belts.

What they also didn't know was that this little "con" of theirs had already begun to unravel the moment I set foot in this city.

He said, "I don't know you. Mind your own business."

Too bad. I'd already made it mine.

This marriage? I was locking it down.

In a modern city of flights, glass hotels, and surveillance footage, Nora—an artist still recovering from surgery—watches her marriage rot behind polished excuses. As she traces her husband’s affair through airport selfies, joint-account charges, voice recordings, and a staged fall on the stairs, humiliation hardens into precision. Cold, sharp, and deeply satisfying, this is a divorce reckoning lit by rain, evidence files, airport confrontations, and the moment a woman stops begging to be chosen.

Three years ago, I took a bullet for Damon Kingsley. It came within half an inch of my heart.

He looked me in the eyes, his own red, and swore he'd love me for the rest of his life. So I married into this century-old Italian-American Mafia dynasty.

But on our wedding night, the moment he touched me, he convulsed, coughed up blood, and collapsed.

The second time, an old condition flared up and kept him flat on his back for a month.

The third time, he nearly bled out.

Every time after that, the same thing.

The whole family called me a curse. Marked. Bad luck. The kind of woman who brings death to whoever gets close.

The Godmother gave me an ultimatum: get pregnant within a month, or sign the divorce papers and be shipped off to Chicago to marry the devil himself.

I was carrying a fertility tonic to his study, ready to beg him one more time, when I heard voices through the door.

"Mr. Kingsley, please, you gotta stop. Every time you don't wanna go near her, you shoot yourself up with that stuff. You're gonna kill yourself."

Damon was quiet for a long moment. Then, calm and flat: "Aurora is the only woman I love. I'd take the pain any day over touching her."

All this time, while the whole family called me a curse, the one who actually put it on me was the man I almost died for.

Damon Kingsley. After today, we're done. In this life or the next, don't ever cross my path again.