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They said fake dating never ends with real feelings. They were wrong.

For three years, I loved my childhood best friend in silence.

Brooks Hunters was my safe place, my first love... and the one person who never saw me as anything more than the girl always waiting for him. The night I finally gathered the courage to confess, he introduced me to his fiancée instead.

Heartbroken, I swore I'd move on.

Then his infuriating half-brother—the arrogant captain of the university hockey team—offered me an impossible deal.

I'll tutor him to save his hockey career.

He'll pretend to be my boyfriend for six months.

One fake relationship. One simple rule: No falling in love.

Melanie Sinclair is a scholarship student in one of the most influential schools for werewolves. Having been bullied her whole life for not having a wolf, she suffers the same fate at Dalderia High School. After getting rejected by her crush, the son of the alpha king, and being publicly humiliated in school, she accidentally mates with his identical twin brother that same day.

Having her eyes already set on his brother, she tries all she can to break the mating bond; all it takes is to make the person she loves fall for her as well, and the bond would be broken.

Does she succeed in making her crush fall for her to break the bond?

Or will unexpected feelings grow for his brother instead?

"Siblings don't do this," he murmured, his thumb tracing my jaw. "So tell me, Nyra... does he know you the way I do? Does he know what you're capable of?"
Three years ago, I escaped the empire that raised me.
I left behind my father's world of blood, violence, and impossible choices, determined to become someone else.
Someone ordinary.
For three years, I believed I had succeeded.
Until my father was murdered.
One phone call drags me back to the compound I swore I would never see again. But grief quickly gives way to betrayal.
The man I planned to marry isn't who he claimed to be.
Old enemies are hiding in plain sight.
And everyone wants something my father left behind.
Everyone has lied to me.
Everyone... except Raze.
He was my first mistake.
My greatest weakness.
The one man I could never truly forget.
Three years ago, I walked away from him.
He waited 1,095 days.
Now, he's done waiting.
As secrets buried for years begin to surface, I'm forced to face the woman I once was, the weapon my father spent years creating.
I came back wanting answers.
Instead, I found blood, betrayal, and a man who still knows exactly how to unravel me.
Now I have only two choices:
Become the weapon I was raised to be...Or die pretending I was ever meant for a peaceful life.

Meridian is the daughter of the alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, but on the day of the moon celebration,
an event where the man she fell in love with finally decided to propose to her.
the Kingdom of Umbra, ruled by evil wizards known for conquering
territories, by force, invades her lands. During the attack, Meridian is kidnapped.
Now, with no memory and living as a renegade, she has become an expert hunter.
After two years of intense training, Meridian is appointed personal protector of the
prince of Umbra. Everything finally seemed to be under control, but two conflicts
torment her:
The prince of the wizards has an undeniable attraction for her. The romance between the two is forbidden, but resisting the temptation of his seductive presence is a constant challenge.
After an ambush, she encounters a mysterious wolf. He doesn't attack her. Instead, instead, its pale blue eyes pierce her soul, awakening disturbing dreams and fragments of memories from the past.
As she tries to unravel the secrets of her own history, Meridian realizes that her new life in the Kingdom of Umbra could be an imminent conflict zone. With a devastating war between the mages of Umbra and the Silver Moon Pack approaching, she will face an impossible choice: protect those she now considers allies or fight for the blood that still runs in her veins.
What will she do when her loyalties are tested?

Nathan was born into the prestigious Frostmoon family, one of the four ruling families of Aetherion presiding over modern technology and infrastructure.

Born with a golden spoon as the third son of the Frostmoon family, Nathan did whatever he wished and got away with it easily, he lived a carefree life without bothering about the consequences. His future seemed predetermined--grow up, graduate, manage a part of his father's vast business empire and lead a life filled with luxury.

However everything changed the night he met Bianca who was on the run from her father's mafia, he unintentionally saved her which nearly led to his death. On the brink of death Bianca who felt extreme guilt transfers her life core to Nathan, saving his life in the process but also awakening something in him, a power hidden deep.

Nathan finds traces of his mother's murderer from Bianca and decides on his new goal--create an empire, one strong enough to go against his enemies and stand his own ground, to gain the power required for him to avenge his mother.

This book is the prequel to A Werelion for Cat.

(Warning this book contains content that may be very sensitive to some readers)

Emma grew up in a world where all she knew was pain and abuse.

She had a mother who loved her but didn't have the confidence or self-esteem to stand up for herself or her daughter.

Emma's stepfather abused his wife and stepdaughter relentlessly, leading to the death of his wife.

Emma's stepbrother Leo didn't receive the same treatment as she and her mother. However, he grew up in a household with a man that treated females as worthless objects.

How will Emma survive the abuse that killed her mother and protect her daughter born from an unplanned pregnancy?

This story shows Emma's life from a young child to early adulthood and the struggles she endured along the way.

To protect my son, I spent a grueling year trapped in an underground bunker on an isolated island. Outside the heavy steel door, the scratching and snarling of the undead never ceased.

When our supplies finally ran dry, I risked my life crawling through a narrow ventilation duct to find water—only to emerge into bright sunlight. There was no apocalypse.

My wife—who had supposedly been "torn apart" by the horde—was lounging in a silk slip, sipping champagne with my head of security. And those monsters pounding on my door? Paid actors.

They had staged this entire bio-crisis just to lock me away and drive me insane, all so they could legally seize my billion-dollar empire.

Watching their smug smiles, I slipped back into the shadows. I destroyed the island's entire communication grid and emptied the only vial of a real zombie virus into their central water supply.

Since you love playing doomsday survival so much... let's make it real.

I’ve had the Sight for as long as I can remember.
Born into a matrilineal line of Salem witches, I can pierce the veil of the dead. I see the wandering souls and the lingering traces of magic left behind in the mortal world.
I always assumed this gift was nothing more than my own harmless little secret.
Until the night of our fifth wedding anniversary.
I lit the final taper candle on the long dining table. As the flame flickered, my Sight instinctively slipped open, my gaze drifting toward the deep shadows by the fireplace.
A spirit was huddled there in the dark.
It was my husband—Silas Blackwood.
Ice flooded my veins. What the hell is going on? Is Silas... dead?!
My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone, stumbling back in a frantic rush to dial his number.
But before my thumb could hit the call button—before my lips could even form the words of a banishing spell—
Click.
The front door opened.
Silas strode in, bringing the damp, fresh scent of the rain with him.
"Sorry I'm late, Evie."
My breath caught. If Silas was dead... then who the hell was standing right in front of me, wearing his skin?

In my past life, I replaced my runaway sister Beatrice and was forced to marry mob enforcer Rowan Sinclair.
She thought he was poor with no future, so she ran. My parents didn't even tell me before sending me in her place.
Rowan knew the truth. He carried it like shame, never truly seeing me—only cold stares and silent contempt. I spent years beside him like an unwanted ghost, carefully managing his world while he rose from despised smuggler to feared godfather.
Then his attitude began to change.
Just when I thought we might have a real future, Beatrice returned with tears and lies, claiming I'd stolen her place. Rowan believed her. My parents betrayed me. Everyone chose her.
When a rival family captured us both, guns to our heads, only one could survive.
Rowan pulled Beatrice into his arms and abandoned me without a glance.
They tortured me for three days. The baby in my womb died first. Its father never knew it existed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to that afternoon before it all began.

My labor pains flaring violently the same day my husband’s widowed sister-in-law, Nancy, went into labor.
Nancy tricked everyone into believing I carried a girl while she bore the heir son.
Obsessed with securing the inheritance for Nancy’s fake male child, Rowdy locked me inside a hospital morgue cold storage, transferring all doctors, blood reserves and emergency gear to her VIP ward.
I knelt on icy ground, begging him to spare our baby and swore to renounce all family wealth, yet he kicked me aside and called me a greedy schemer.
His adopted sister Gina sneaked down, beat me brutally and injected a high-dose labor suppressant straight into my womb to stall my delivery.
It was only after Nancy delivered her baby that Rowdy belatedly remembered I was also stuck in labor downstairs.
Before he could head down to the basement, his panicked subordinate rushed in and cried, “Boss, Awful!—your wife and your son are died!”

My husband thinks a "tragic surgical accident" left me completely blind. Now, he's moved his mistress right into our house to be my nurse. They openly whisper about my life insurance while preparing my afternoon tea. They think a blind wife is the perfect prey. But are they sure I'm in the dark?

Everyone says I’m crazy.
My husband, Adrien, is Ashmont College’s most esteemed professor—suave, composed, and highly logical. I, on the other hand, am an investigative journalist whose nerves are fried by looming deadlines and too much caffeine. Yet, I insist there’s a woman who shares my exact face, who crawls out of our bedroom mirror every night and slips into my husband’s bed.
Our security cameras always "happen" to glitch at the crucial moments. My son avoids me like I’m a monster, and my neighbors claim they cheerfully greeted "me" in the driveway a few days ago—even though I don't even own a vintage pink dress.
Adrien has started dropping phrases like "psych evaluation" and "sole custody." If I let this drag on any longer, he’s going to personally commit me to a psych ward.
So tonight, I lied about flying to Chicago. Instead, I’m hiding in my own study—waiting for that identical face to crawl out of the mirror one more time.

In a sleek design world split between polished appearances and buried cruelty, Mara Ellison has spent years trapped behind a voice no one wanted to hear. While her family rewrites her illness and her fiancé speaks over her in the name of love, stolen records, public humiliation, and old betrayals force her to reclaim her life. Quiet but cutting, this is a story of emotional abuse, identity theft, and hard-won selfhood—framed by rain-soaked streets, hospital corridors, cold glass conference rooms, and a woman finally stepping into the light with her own voice.

I spent fifteen years taking beatings in the Bronx hellhole — beatings meant for my mother.
She's a Manhattan heiress now. Chanel suits, a daughter on her arm, and eyes full of disgust whenever they land on my hollowed-out frame.
"You're just like your disgusting father. A sewer rat. You've always reeked of something rotten."
What she doesn't know: on that rainy night fifteen years ago, I wrapped my arms around that man's legs and let him kick me half to death, so she could run.
What she also doesn't know: the tumor in my stomach has spread. I won't survive the winter.
I'd made my peace with dying alone, quietly, so I wouldn't disturb the perfect life she'd built. I swallowed the blood rising in my throat and started walking toward the dark.
Then came the dinner party, a few months later. Her daughter shoved me off a second-floor balcony.
I hit the ground at her feet like a broken doll. Dark red blood flooded across her white heels.
I watched the color drain from her face. With the last breath I had, I apologized.
"Don't be scared. This piece of garbage won't dirty your eyes anymore."

Sophia and I fought over who would wear that emerald ring to change our fate.
In my first life, I claimed the emerald ring, thinking I would become a billionaire heiress.
That was until late at night, when I accidentally opened that underground iron door and he strangled me to death with a piano wire: "Your pathetic wailing isn't her at all."
Given a second chance, I backed away and let Sophia take it.
A few days later, she died in the ice cellar with her tongue severed. Right before she died, she let out a blood-curdling whimper: "A true devil is hiding behind that door!"
Waking up for the third time, we trembled in sheer terror as the ring was offered to us once again.
Just who exactly is the daughter he is looking for?

Three months ago, I was kidnapped. When Alexander rescued me, I woke up in a hospital bed with my clothes disheveled and bruises covering my body. What happened during those hours? I don't remember any of it.

A week ago, I found out I was pregnant. He held me as I shook and told me that it wasn't my fault. That he failed to protect me. Even if the baby wasn't his, he'd raise it. He'd still give me the perfect wedding.

But the guilt ate me alive until depression took hold.

Every night, sleep stays out of reach. Nightmares find me the moment I close my eyes. I've tried to end it. Three times now. Each time, someone found me just in time.

After the third failed attempt, I make tea and head toward his study to apologize. Voices drift through the door before I reach it.

"Are you out of your mind? Evelyn's your fiancée!" His friend sounds disbelieving. "You actually hired someone to kidnap her? Made her think she was assaulted? Just so Lily could take her place? Do you know how messed up that is? What that does to someone?"

Alexander's voice comes out calm. "Lily got sick because of me. Her dying wish is to marry me once before she goes. If I didn't push Evelyn out of the picture, her father would never let Lily take her place."

All those nights. All those nightmares. All those times I scrubbed my hands raw until they bled. It was all a lie. A setup.

For another woman.

I pull out my phone and call my father.

"Dad. I'll agree to the arrangement."

A horrific car crash left me paralyzed.
The doctors said I'd never walk again. With no family left, my Aunt Martha and Uncle Thomas took me to their isolated farmhouse.
They cared for me, promising their treatments would help me walk again. After everything I'd been through, I thought I'd finally found safety.
Until today, when the feeling in my legs suddenly came back—but something told me not to tell them.

My entire family betrayed me.

My husband Keith threatened divorce to force me into donating bone marrow to save my sister Berenice's life.

My parents slapped me across the face, screaming I owed her everything.

Thirty days in an underground lab, Keith wined and dined Berenice while I got steel needles driven through my spine daily.

When I begged Keith for help through the agony, he texted back: "Stop playing victim. Disgusting."

I died alone on day thirty. Keith arrived with divorce papers, ready for one final insult, but received a decomposing corpse crawling with maggots.

But when the truth came out, why did my loving family completely lose their minds?

For months, my stepsister Mia stole my taste, my nutrition, and my vitality with a mysterious system. While I wasted away to skin and bones, she glowed brighter, stole my career, and took my fiancé.
She thought she could feed on me forever.
But she forgot her fatal allergy. I turned every meal into her poison.
I starved her system, broke her perfect facade, and took back everything she stole. Now the parasite is dying… and I’m alive again.

I spent three hundred years winning Varen Ashworth's war. Bled for him. Handed him my army, my secrets, the healing blood from my own chest. He'd be nothing without me.
On his coronation day, he announced his queen—and it wasn't me. It was Elara. Some trembling, doe-eyed girl he'd pulled out of a Demon camp. He told me I could stay on as her handmaid.
I laughed, voided the contract, and walked out.
Because I've lived this life before. Last time, I exposed Elara. Saved his throne. He thanked me—then slaughtered my entire bloodline.
This time, I'm not saving anyone.
This time, I'll watch him figure out exactly what kind of woman he picked over me. And when his whole world comes apart—he'll be on his knees, begging the one person who could've stopped it.
I won't be listening.

Thirty-two times.
That was how many times Tristan had "tested" me during our three years together.
When I met Tristan Bennett, we were both hiding our true identities. He never mentioned he was the Bennett family heir, and I never brought up the surname Torrente. We were just ordinary college sweethearts in Ashborne City. He said he loved me, and I believed him.
The seventeenth time: driving across town late at night to deliver documents for him, I was run off the road and crashed into a guardrail, earning nine stitches in my forehead. His first words at the hospital were, "Can't you even drive properly? You delayed my business."
The twenty-sixth time: he owed money at an underground casino. He sent me to negotiate. A gun was drawn, and a bullet grazed my arm, soaking my sleeve in blood. The scar is still there. He never asked if I was in pain; he only cared if his debt was cleared.
The thirtieth time: he asked for my entire life savings for an "emergency." He turned around and used that money to buy someone else a new car.
I thought if I endured it all, we would eventually have a future.
Until he announced he was opening a casino and demanded ten million dollars. "The ultimate test," he called it. If I passed, he’d marry me.
I refused.
He immediately bought Aurelia Gallom a twenty-million-dollar mansion. Waving the property deed in my face, he said, "Vesna, I was just testing you. It's a shame you failed. We're done."
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. The moment I walked away, I had never felt so free. He didn't know I was a Torrente, or that my father, Dario, owned the criminal underworld of this city. And he certainly never imagined that I would later marry Silvio Marchesi—the most powerful Mafia Boss in Ashborne City—and become the Donna of the Marchesi syndicate.

When your husband kept cheating and you're finally divorced,
you somehow had an ONS with your ex's single billionaire dad.
When you two dated, you run into your ex and his gf,
Ex🤨: We're not getting back together even if you beg my father to talk to me.
Dad😡: Son. Come meet your mom

After Grace Foster married into the Hayes family, everyone eagerly awaited the day she would give birth to an heir for the ailing young master. Grace thought marrying Alexander Hayes meant she was doomed to a lonely life, especially since her husband was in a coma. But to her surprise, he suddenly woke up. Overnight, with nothing more than a divorce agreement, she was cast aside by the wealthy family.
Seven years later, Grace returns with two sons by her side—and a line of men eager to become their stepdad. The thing Alexander regrets most is forcing Grace to sign those divorce papers. Now, the once-proud man will do anything to win her back—showering her with love, even risking everything for her.
But winning her heart again isn’t so easy, especially when his two mischievous sons seem determined to stand in his way. Alexander never expected that the biggest obstacle on his journey to win back his wife would be these two little troublemakers!

On the eve of my wedding, I’m kidnapped alongside my stepsister. With a gun to my head, the kidnapper forces my fiancé to choose: her or me. He chooses my stepsister.
Abandoned by my family and stripped of everything, I’m left with nothing.
But then, Dominic Voss, the cold-blooded leader of a dark organization, saves me. “I fell for you at first sight,” he declares. “Be my woman, and I’ll help you get revenge.” With no other options, I agree.
Unexpectedly, Dominic treats me as his one and only, showering me with love and devotion. He confronts my family troubles, punishing my irresponsible father and wicked stepmother.
With his support, I rise from a struggling dancer to a world-renowned artist.
When my ex-fiancé tries to win me back, he’s met with a shocking sight: Dominic publicly proposes!
“Chloe, you’ve loved me for so long…” he begins. I ignoring him, kiss Dominic deeply and respond, “I was blind before, choosing the wrong man, but now I have my true love. Stay away; my husband might just kick your ass.”
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"I, Charlotte Jane Attwood of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Knox and Kane Maddox, as my mates and sever my bond to you both and your pack!" I recited, my eyes dancing with my unspoken pain seeing my mates entwined together with a female! A female who was not me!

Shaking my head of the tears I felt threatening to fall from my icy hues. I straightened and waited for them to accept my rejection! But the words that left their lips left me stunned.

"I, Knox Maddox and Alpha to the Crimson moon pack refuse to accept your rejection!" He snarled, slipping from the bed, naked and unashamed to step into me, the female sprawled out on the bed forgotten. Kane was quick on his heels, the pair caging me in a wall of muscle and testosterone.

"You belong to us, Lottie! I, Kane Maddox, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack, refuse to accept your rejection."

"Ours!" Knox repeated anger swimming in his baby blues.


Follow the story of Charlotte, Knox and Kane as they try to find their footing in a cruel world filled with betrayal, heartbreak and secret obsessions that threaten to destroy the bonds of brotherhood and love!

“You’re supposed to hate me right now,” I whispered.

Louis’s fingers gripped my chin, his thumb brushing slowly across my lower lip. His voice was low, rough, almost dangerous.

“I do,” he said. “But that doesn’t stop me from wanting you.”

My breath caught as I looked into his darkened eyes.

“Then stop pretending,” I whispered, pulling him closer. “Or admit this was never fake.”


In a single devastating night, Serena Reed dies betrayed—only to wake three years earlier with memories of her family’s ruin, her lover’s betrayal, and everyone who destroyed her.

This time, Serena won’t be the victim.

Armed with deadly foresight, she creates the perfect revenge plan: make Louis Maverick—her ex’s brooding best friend and the campus’s untouchable star quarterback—become her fake boyfriend.

He’s supposed to be nothing more than a weapon.

A way to make her ex regret losing her. A pawn in the game she’s determined to win.

But fake dates turn into stolen moments, staged kisses become real, and the line between revenge and love begins to disappear.

Because Louis is more than the charming quarterback everyone sees. Behind his billionaire image lies a world of secrets Serena never expected.

One fake relationship. One dangerous attraction. One chance to rewrite fate.

But falling for Louis Maverick might be the one thing Serena can’t control.

When the ocean begins to decay, a siren princess is forced to leave the depths and seek salvation from the very predators who once hunted her kind. The nocturnal empire thrives on sea-blood to sustain their immortality, and instead of diplomacy, she finds herself captured—her voice coveted as a weapon capable of enslaving even the undead. Assigned to guard her is a vampire lord untouched by her deadly song, a mystery that draws her closer to him despite the danger. But as the tides creep onto land and corpses surface along the shorelines, she uncovers a devastating truth: the curse poisoning her kingdom is tied to her own power—and to the vampire whose existence may be the only thing keeping her world from collapsing.

If her voice can save her people but destroy the world above, will she choose her kingdom… or the one heart she was never meant to claim?

Hi, My name is Kat and I feel like I should make something clear. I am no expert on magic and there's no reason why I should be. Us humans only discovered that magic exists a few years ago and really it wasn't the big deal you would expect. it exists, I don't have any magic of my own so it makes no difference to my life.

So when I get asked to play tour guide for a stupidly handsome fae as he attempts to capture some escaped criminals I realise that the fae know about as much about us as we do about them. I find myself helping him navigate weird human things like mobile phones, credit cards and why we wait at red lights when there are no cars approaching.

It's safe to say that I'm a little overwhelmed by it all.

But it will be fine, right? I mean, It's not like I'm the one facing down criminals or, even worse... Crazy fae fangirls. All I have to do is show the hot guy around and do my best not to embarrass myself too much in the process. What could go wrong?

Wish me luck!

If you had the chance to escape from your bullies and from your unholy home... Won't you grab it?
Avara is a victim of bullying and a toxic home. She goes through a lot, yet no one, not even her so-called parents, care about the pains she faces at school. One faithful day, she joins her mate on a school trip to the museum, to soak in the tales of supernatural beings that once roamed the land, only to get chased by her raging bully, Stella, who's desperate to make her pay for something she didn't do. To escape Stella's wrath, Avara hides in one of the museum's special room, only to be stunned by what she saw next. A large portrait of a beautiful queen/Luna was hanging on the wall. And the beauty? She looks so much like her! A janitor, who shows up, sees Avara and happily shares the tale behind the queen, revealing she's a Luna from a werewolf kingdom, said to be missing for over four hundred years. The werewolves searched for her but found nothing. So, they began a ceremony every hundred years to search for a new queen, inviting every maidens from far and wide to come. To the janitor, it's just a myth. But to Avara, this has to be real. Unable to bear her sorrowful life anymore, Avara does the most childish thing ever and sends a letter to the werewolves, clinging on to hope that she'll escape her problems soon. And as faith may have it, she gets a shocking response from the supposed none-existing kingdom, inviting her over.
Thrilled, she runs away from her toxic home, excited to start life far away. Only for her to realize that the response came from Stella, not from the werewolves! Scared, poor Avara flees into the woods, getting chased by her enemy. Just when she thought she's done for, she sees what looks like the shadow of three men up ahead, and she runs up to them for help. But as soon as she draws closer, a mysterious force pulls her into a magical entrance, tossing her right into the arms of these men. Stella was gone. Like she just disappeared out of existence, leaving Avara confused. She soon gets herself at the sound of the men's groans, but freezes at what she saw. Their eyes were glowing under the moonlights and their ears were long and furry. Even their manly figures looked nothing like a mere man's body!
That's when it hits her.
They're not humans.
They're werewolves!

In the world of werewolves, witches and vampires, aadhya a human always wondered if this is really the place she belongs to.
No matter how many times she asked the question, the answer always remained the same… YES
Her parents were one of the strongest beta couples (second in command) of their time on the whole continent. But even after having beta blood running in her veins, aadhya knew that she is different from all the werewolves that she have met in her whole life. She doesn’t have heightened senses of werewolves, she didn’t even transform into her wolf when she came of age which automatically made her “the pack’s weirdo”.
Even after being treated as an outcast, bullied by other wolf kids and waking up every day with that eerie laugh and nightmare which always felt too real to be just a nightmare, she never let herself feel weak. She pushed herself to the most and trained herself as every wolf of their pack was trained.
It was the day of her twentieth birthday when she suddenly felt the ‘mate-tingles’ from the touch of her number one bully, the to-be-alpha of their pack Ethan Smith. She knew that nothing is going to be normal from the time she felt that first tingle but she didn’t know that there is nothing normal in her life from the time she came into this world to start with.
Will Ethan accept the gift of mate bond and leave his rank-holder girlfriend behind for a human? Will aadhya be able to survive all the things that are soon going to come her way?
Join aadhya on the journey of her life which is filled with mystery, action, romance and many twists and turns..

Read “The Pack’s Weirdo: A mystery to Unveil” to witness the rollercoaster of emotions and see how the life of a normal human ‘aadhya’ unfolds in the world of werewolves.
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On the night of the Red Moon, Scarlett O’Hara’s life changes forever. Her father is murdered, and she is bitten by a powerful werewolf—Simon Martin, the ruthless Alpha destined to be her mate. But when he discovers who she is, he rejects her, shattering her heart.
Determined to survive, Scarlett embraces her new reality, vowing to make Simon regret ever turning his back on her. But fate has other plans, pulling them back together in ways neither can escape.
When their paths cross again, old wounds resurface, and buried feelings ignite. But with betrayal, bloodshed, and an undeniable bond between them, one question remains—will they fight their fate or surrender to it?

"She was mine first," Dimitri whispered, his voice deadly calm. "And you stole her in the dark."
Dimitri and Alexei Volkov—twin brothers, mafia kings, two halves of a single shadow. They ruled cities together, buried enemies together, breathed through each other’s rage and silence. Nothing had ever broken them. Not bullets. Not blood. Not betrayal from the outside world.
Until her.
Irina was Dimitri’s quiet refuge, the only softness in his brutal life. His maid… yet the only woman he ever allowed close. She soothed him without knowing it. She steadied the chaos he lived in. Over time, she became the one thing he couldn’t live without.
He loved her. Deeply. Quietly. In a way a monster shouldn’t love anyone.
But one night changed everything.
A drunken party. A dark hallway. A room lit only by shadows. Alexei wearing Dimitri’s robe. Irina whispering a name that wasn’t his. A mistake born from darkness—a moment that spiraled into sin.
And now… Irina carries the child of the wrong brother.
When Dimitri learns the truth, something inside him shatters. Rage becomes a living thing in his chest. Alexei’s smirk—claiming Irina, claiming the baby—turns brotherhood into war.
For the first time in their lives, the Volkov twins are standing on opposite sides.
One wants the woman he loves.
One wants the woman who will give him an heir.
And Irina… is trapped between a love she didn’t choose and a fate she never asked for.
Two brothers.
One woman.
A child powerful enough to crown one king…
and destroy the other.
In the Volkov world, betrayal is paid in blood.
And this time, the blood spilled may belong to the brothers themselves.
When this war ends… who will be left standing?

The beast recognizes his bride.
The voice echoes in Adelaide's mind as crimson eyes pin her to the dungeon floor.
"Bride?" The princess trembles, naked and drugged.
She knows nothing of moon bonds or wolf kings—only that her kingdom will burn in three moons.

A Cursed King. A Princess Spy. A Deadly Bargain.

For 300 years, the feral Wolf King Lycanthar has raged in his iron prison, drowning in bloodlust and madness—a curse born of vampire vengeance, shackling his people to eternal hunger.

Princess Adelaide of Eldoria offers herself as bait. Her mission: infiltrate the werewolf stronghold, uncover their weakness, and save her people. Her disguise: a slave marked for the beast's bed.

But when Lycanthar's fangs graze her throat and his claws claim her body, an ancient power ignites—the Moon Bride's Awakening.

She is his fated mate. The only key to his shattered mind. The prize every wolf commander would kill to possess.

In a world soaked in blood and bound by moonlight, the dance between predator and princess begins—and only one will survive the coming storm.

Perfect for fans of dark fantasy romance, enemies-to-lovers, and fated mates.

[Where is Bryce?] I signed.

Serena's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Looking for your husband?" She tilted the phone away from her face, panning across the rumpled sheets until the camera revealed Bryce.
 
He was naked, sprawled across the king-sized bed, fast asleep. One arm stretched beneath Serena's neck, the other hand rested possessively on her bare breast.

"He's exhausted," Serena whispered, the camera returning to her smirking face. "We've been at it for hours. Did you know he calls my name when he comes? Has he ever done that with you?"

Evelyn lost her voice due to an accident in her childhood, which made her the mute wife when married to Bryce Finch. After three years of marriage, her husband ignored her, her mother-in-law despised her, and her husband's lover humiliated her. On her birthday, Evelyn recorded the evidence of her husband's infidelity and decided to leave this marriage. Just then, she discovered that she was pregnant. What’s more, she found that there were still many secrets about herself that remained unsolved... Thus, she began her counterattack.

"Violet Goldcrest," Daemon's voice was thunder, vibrating through the wet ground and into my bones. "You have failed as Luna."
I knelt in the mud, the agony of rejection tearing through me as I watched him walk away with pregnant Celeste.
"I, Daemon Blackwood," he intoned coldly, "reject you as my mate."
I had loved him for ten years—until he humiliated me in a public Rejection Ceremony, abandoned me for another woman, and waged war on my pack. My parents died protecting me. I died alone, broken by his betrayal.
Then I woke up... three years earlier.
This time, I'm done begging for his love.
"I'll make you a bet, Daemon," I say when he dismisses my offer to break our bond. "Soon, you won't just accept this rejection—you'll beg for it."
He stares at me with icy disdain. "I. Don't. Beg."
I sigh. As the one who's lived this before, I know what's coming. Daemon will meet his true mate, fall madly for her, and finally set me free. All I have to do is wait.
But then... things get weird.
The man who once spent months away from me now watches my every move. He interrogates me about other males. And when he does meet Celeste, he doesn't reject me like he's supposed to.
He rejects her instead.

Zara Torres has three rules at Harlow University.
No drama. No distractions. And absolutely no hockey players.

She breaks all three before October ends when a journalism assignment lands her in Declan Mercer's orbit starting center, infuriatingly perceptive, and somehow always exactly where she isn't expecting him.

Zara tells herself it's professional. She's documenting the ice conflict between two programs sharing one rink. She's not falling for the guy who shows up at six AM with terrible coffee and the unsettling habit of telling her the truth.

She's definitely not thinking about the jump.

The quad Lutz she hasn't fully landed in two years. The fall that broke her wrist and quietly broke something else. The confidence she rebuilt around a gap she keeps pretending isn't there.

But when a journalism assignment becomes something larger, a testimony, an investigation, a story that reaches backward through thirty-three years and fifteen countries. Zara discovers that the thing she thought was a skating problem was never really about skating.

It was about learning who built the walls around the thing that was hers.

And deciding to tear them down anyway.

This story is a young adult sport romance about the cost of excellence, the courage of going first, and what it means to fight for the thing that was yours before anyone decided it was worth something.

The ice was hers first.

She just had to remember that.

He is my best friend's father. My ex-boyfriend's creator. And my most dangerous temptation.
One night of betrayal sent me running back to the only Pack I ever called home. I sought safety in the arms of my best friend, Ember, but instead, I found her father, Alpha Varg Lowell.
He is older, powerful, and deadly. Every time he looks at me, my wolf trembles. He knows my scent. He knows my secrets. And he makes me crave the one thing I can never have.
But a secret seer warned me:
"The Alpha's power is slowly destroying your body. The closer you get to him, the faster your life will fade."
My time is running out. My body is failing.
But Alpha Varg Lowell is just getting started.

She became pregnant with her Alpha, but he forced her to donate her marrow to his lover.
When she said, "Let's sever the bond," he only laughed coldly: "The child in your womb isn't mine."

…
Zoria—a weak Omega of mixed blood—once loved Zephyr, a powerful and ruthless Alpha, to the point of blindness. But that love only brought betrayal, wounds, and a cruel demand: to donate her bone marrow to save her Alpha’s lover.

When her pack fell apart, when her father was wrongly accused, and even her own mother turned her back, Zoria realized: what she needed was no longer love, but survival.

But why wouldn’t Zephyr agree to sever the bond with Zoria? He kept her by his side, torturing her while also torturing himself. He claimed he could never love her—the daughter of his enemy—yet when he saw her in the arms of another Alpha, he went mad.

"You're going to run on the count of three, Janice Cross," He whisper. "And make sure you don't let us find you."
"No… Lucian."
I moved my gaze to the men at either side of him, willing—begging them to say something.
Help me. "Calder, please… Aiden…"
Both turned their heads to the side. They couldn't even look me in the eyes as they chose their brother.
"One."
"Lucian…"
"Two."
"I didn't mean to."
"Three."


After losing the man she believed she would marry and her parents within a week, Janice just wants to care for her sick sister. She doesn't want a man. She doesn't want three men.
But one night is enough to change her life and point her in a new direction.
Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves.
She doesn't expect the line to blur when it comes to these older men.
And when it comes to an end, she does not expect these men to continue wanting her as badly as she wants them.

After eight years in the military, Frank Moore returned to New York.

He had intended to attend his comrade's sister's wedding, only to witness her being utterly humiliated by mafia thugs, forced to drink their foot-washing water.

Enraged, Frank crippled the young thug's legs, condemning him to a wheelchair for life.

Faced with assassins from both the underworld and above, Frank made a phone call.

Hundreds of elite mercenaries descended from the sky, and the entire New York mafia fell to their knees in terror.

The tide in New York was about to turn!

"Ava," Alex's voice rumbled across the room, a playful glint in his drunken eyes, "but you're not her, are you? You're someone else."Evie, heart hammering against her ribs, forced a casual smile.

"I don't understand" she stammered, hating the way her voice wobbled, because he was right. He raised an eyebrow, hand reaching out to cup her face. "Some days it really feels like you are and on other days..." Before he could finish, he closed his eyes, falling asleep.

Evie's breath hitched. But how could he know? A cold dread pooled in her stomach."Alex, I—" she began, but the words died on her lips. Evie's carefully constructed world tilted on its axis.

Could he see through the charade? Had her deception finally caught up to her? In From Lies to Love: Deceiving My Sexy Billionaire, Evie must confront the consequences of her deception as love and truth collide in a high-stakes game of hearts.

Astrid finds her cousin having an affair with her mate, her sweetheart and although she was willing to ignore what she had seen and go on with being Alpha Halfdan's mate, she got rejected by him and was forced to sign a divorce paper.

Astrid had no other choice but to do as they said. She is pained and heartbroken that all she craved for was a drink. One drink to clear her head,one drink to end her misery.

But getting to the bar, she gets captured by the stunning sight of an unknown Alpha. Just to get revenge on Alpha Halfdan, she drinks to stupor and has a one night stand with the stranger she met at the club.

But little did she know that just a night could make or mar her...
What happens next?

"I'm looking for a wife," he said. "And I believe you may be suitable."
"You're not in love with me."
"No."
"You don't intend to be."
"No."
"Then why would I agree to this?"
"Because I'm not offering romance. I'm offering security."
She married him knowing one thing clearly: love was never part of the agreement.
Their marriage was built on terms, not promises.
A shared home. A shared bed. A public image to maintain.
Nothing more.
He was distant, controlled, and never cruel, but never warm either.
To him, she was a wife in name, a solution to a problem, a role that needed to be filled.
What neither of them expected was how silence could become dangerous.
How intimacy without love could still leave marks.
How wanting someone could come long before admitting it.
As the line between obligation and desire begins to blur, she must decide how long she can stay where she isn't truly chosen and he must face the truth he never planned for.
Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing isn't loving someone too much…
It's realizing you never meant to love them at all.

I didn’t ask to carry a mobster’s baby.
But he never gave me a choice.

The man who gave me my son stole my innocence in return.
And now, his Bratva brother is coming to finish what he started.

Viktor Kornilov is a cold-blooded beast.
His name alone makes my blood run cold.
But his cruel touch makes my heart beat faster and faster.
We’re trapped in a high-stakes game of lies and violence.
One wrong move, and he’ll take my son away.

So when he gives me his sinful offer
—become his fake wife or become his latest victim—
The only answer I can give is yes.

Three years of a sham marriage shattered, only to discover I was the secret heiress to a billion-dollar empire. My husband cheated on me with his childhood sweetheart, raising their child under my roof, thinking I was a powerless orphan he could discard at will. But he was wrong. With my true family's support and the alliance of a powerful, enigmatic CEO, I'm taking back everything that's mine, piece by piece. But as I reclaim my life and navigate a new, dangerous romance, I begin to suspect that my "accidental" switch at birth might have been a deliberate plot, hiding a far more sinister secret.

"You can't be serious," Bethany whispered, cradling the emerald Caleb had placed in her hand.
"I've never been more certain," Caleb said, his silver gaze locked on hers. "I would give you the world if I could. But all I want is you. My mate."
Her breath caught. "You barely know me."
Caleb's fingers trailed up her cheek. "I've waited forty years to find you, Bethany. I knew you the moment I caught your scent. And I'm never letting you go."
Caleb is the unmated Alpha of a cursed werewolf pack until he meets Bethany, a shy diner waitress with a hidden strength that shakes his world. For decades, Caleb believed fate had abandoned him. But one glance, one touch, one scent changes everything.
Bethany doesn't believe in fairy tales. Abandoned at birth, she's lived a life of invisibility and heartbreak. So when the dangerously compelling Caleb declares her his mate, her world turns upside down.
With bear shifters closing in and the full moon rising, Caleb and Bethany must defy the rules of nature, power, and fate to claim a love destined to save an entire pack.

"You're trembling," he said softly.
I was unable to talk. Then, slowly I felt his fingers move up my thigh. They moved under my dress, brushing past the soft skin. I shivered. His fingers slid higher, between my legs.
I inhaled sharply. Without asking, he located my panties and pushed them away. He ran his fingers along my slit, slow at first. I bit my lip, trying to stay still. He circled my clit once, twice, then dipped lower. A finger slid inside me without warning.
"You saw what you are not supposed to see baby doll, but I will pretend you are smart enough to know better."
He added another finger, stretching me.
"Look at me," he said.
I lifted my eyes.
"I want to see your face while I ruin you."
His fingers moved faster, curling inside me, hitting that place again and again. My moans spilled out now, uncontrolled. I forgot the mission. I forgot everything but his hand between my thighs.
And did I mention, Luis is still in the room!
He leaned in, his mouth close to my ear.
"You're nothing but a toy," he whispered. "And toys don't get to feel this good unless I allow it."
I was scared, but my hips moved with him. I hated him. I feared him. But I couldn't stop the way I moved against him...


Zita Antonio is in deep trouble. Her gambling father has bitten off more than he can chew, and her mother is slowly dying by the day.
On her way back from her shitty job at a café downtown, she's kidnapped by unknown men and brought to their boss. They blindfold her so she cannot see.
This mysterious man is one of her father's many creditors but he might just be the most dangerous.
He gives her three options:
Pay back the millions her father owes, die with her family or become his pawn.
Of course she chooses the option that seems simple. Pawn.
However, this might just be the most dangerous of them all.
This mysterious man wanted her to retrieve a valuable document from the mansion of Dario Giovanni- the most powerful man in all of Europe.
And to do it? Well she first had to seduce her way in…

He called her boring. He said their marriage was a mistake. Then he left her bleeding, heartbroken... and pregnant.

Lily devoted seven years of her life to a man who only saw her as a convenience. When her husband, Alex, demanded a divorce, she begged him to stay only to discover he'd already proposed to his ex… and planned it all behind her back.

But betrayal wasn’t the end, it was just the beginning.

Left for dead, humiliated, and crushed by the ultimate heartbreak, Lily had nothing, until a billionaire stranger offered her a deal: a contract marriage, a new identity, and a chance to make the man who shattered her beg on his knees.

She accepted.

Now, Lily is no longer the soft-spoken housewife he threw away, she's the storm he never saw coming. Beautiful. Untouchable. Dangerous.
And Alex? He’s about to learn that the woman he underestimated is now the one who holds all the power. He broke her soul. Now she’s coming for him…