7050 Book(s) Related to the lion king characters

My best friend pushed me out of the bunker to be fed to the zombies.

Before he died, his grandfather's pocket watch activated a storage space.

When I opened my eyes again, the apocalypse was still three days away .

My fiancée sent me a photo ; she and my brother were naked and embracing.

"In this life, it's your turn to die."

I am a direct descendant of the progenitor of the vampires, the Night King Dracula, who has been asleep for three hundred years.

On that night when my power was not yet fully awakened, I was betrayed by my beloved, humiliated by my family, and watched helplessly as my beloved Emily teetered on the brink of death.

When all hope points to the abyss of despair, a legendary holy spring that even darkness trembles with becomes the final light of salvation.

To save Emily, I resolutely stepped into the Holy Spring and underwent the ultimate purification by the power of light.

A miracle was born.

Kira Grey was supposed to be the "rejected mate," a disposable Omega meant to be broken by the cruel Alpha of Silverpine. She was never meant to survive the wedding night, let alone command the throne.
But when a mysterious pendant awakens a dormant power within her, the servant girl begins to fight back—not with brute strength, but with intellect, organizational strategy, and the uncovering of ancient, dangerous secrets.
As she dismantles the pack's hierarchy from within, she realizes she is the last heir of the legendary Moonridge line, possessing the rightful bloodline to claim the throne Ethan currently occupies. She craves not just survival, but total sovereignty.
Caught between a mate who wants to cage her and rivals who want to destroy her, Kira must embrace her hidden heritage. Will she succumb to the shackles of her past, or will she burn the throne to the ground to claim her true destiny as the Luna Queen?

It was my fourth time putting on a wedding dress.

To protect myself against my own parents, I hired a ten-man security detail.

I specifically chose the most isolated chapel in the suburbs.

Because at my first three weddings, they acted like absolute maniacs—destroying my rings and making me a complete laughingstock in front of everyone.

I just couldn't understand what kind of parents would do such a thing.

This time, I actually thought I could finally marry Liam in peace.

Until the bridal suite door was kicked open.

And my dad, once again, snatched my diamond ring away.

I grew up training in seclusion, intentionally sealing my royal aura to experience life as a regular werewolf. My family arranged a marriage for me a long time ago, and my fiancé is Derrick, the Alpha of a local pack. Today, I visit a high-end witch boutique to pick out an exclusive dress for my Mating Ball. I immediately spot a one-of-a-kind enchanted moonstone gown. Just as I reach out to take it.

A woman standing nearby shoots me a sideways glance and announces loudly to the people around her, "This dress looks pretty good. I'm taking it."

Before she even finishes her sentence, she steps forward and snatches the gown right out of my reach.

My face darkens, and I speak up to stop her. "First come, first served. I saw this dress first. Snatching it like that is way out of line."

She scoffs, looking me up and down with pure disgust. "This enchanted gown costs a fortune. Look at what you're wearing. Do you really think you're worthy of even touching it? I'm Selene, Alpha Derrick's mate. In this territory, Derrick is the law!"

How ironic. Derrick is the exact same fiancé my family arranged for me.

At the Blood Moon Luna coronation rehearsal, I wait alone at the altar for eight agonizing hours. My fated Alpha, Caleb, is nowhere to be seen.

Just as my legs go completely numb, his text finally comes through. "Elara, Lily from the Hollowthorn Clan got attacked by a rogue and is terrified. I have to stay here and calm her down. Let's just run through the coronation rehearsal tomorrow."

Right after that, Lily sends a photo. She is bundled up in Caleb's favorite black jacket. The caption is a deliberate stab to the heart. "Elara, Caleb's scent makes me feel so safe. I feel so bad you have to prep for the coronation all by yourself, but you're so strong. I'm sure you don't mind, right?"

I don't hesitate for a second. I dial the high priest's number. "Prepare the rejection ceremony. At tomorrow's coronation, I am unilaterally severing my mate bond with Caleb."

Ten years together. I bled for him on the battlefield and bore the weight of the entire pack's judgment alone, only to be abandoned at every major milestone so he could coddle an Omega who fakes weakness for sympathy. A cheap, used silver trinket is his idea of an apology. Fake attacks, public framing, malicious bidding wars at auctions. Piece by piece, they trampled all over my pride.

He thinks groveling and offering up territories can fix this. He doesn't realize that the moment he chose to fail me time and time again, I stopped wanting him. I don't give a damn about his leftover affection.

Elara is done being Caleb's backup Luna.

The night before the SAT, Instagram exploded with a viral post:

"Madison, tomorrow I'm going to confess my love to you with my SAT exam! I'll write you love letters in my English essay, bubble 'I LOVE YOU' on my math answer sheet, fill my physics test with your name......"

Below the text was a photo of two hands intertwined.

I tapped to enlarge it. The familiar scar on his right wrist stabbed straight through my heart.

Comments poured in below: "This is insane! What kind of earth-shattering love is worth sacrificing standardized test scores for?"

The blogger immediately responded: "No worries, I already got MIT early admission anyway. Taking the SAT is just a formality."

"But as long as she's happy, what are test scores anyway?"

I took a deep breath and closed my quantum physics notes.

Madison was the transfer student who arrived during senior spring.

And the person posting was my boyfriend Liam, who had just called me an hour ago encouraging me to do well on the test so we could attend the same university.

I exited Instagram and dialed MIT Admissions.

"Sir, regarding the joint-authorship application—I want to withdraw it."

We'd been together for eight years when my childhood sweetheart took me to see the ocean.
We were in a terrible car crash.
In my final moments, he used his last strength to hold my hand.
"Thank you. I'm so lucky to have you."
I squeezed back through my tears as he took his final breath, and moments later, I followed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in senior year, coding day and night.
All so we could conquer Silicon Valley together, making up for our past life's regrets.
At the graduation party, he walked toward me with roses just like before.
"I want to tell you, I love you—"
My heart soared as I stood up.
"I love you too—"
He walked past me and handed the roses to the trust fund heiress.
In the stunned silence that followed, I finally understood—he wanted to rewrite his story.
When applying for grad school, I chose MIT, three thousand miles away from him.
I'd give him what he wanted, and finally pursue the dream I'd only found at forty-five.

Six years of hauling corpses. Six years of scraping maggots out of floorboards and suffocating in a toxic slurry of putrefying flesh and industrial solvents—all just to buy my husband a little more borrowed time.

I thought the thing I pulled back from the brink of death was a human being.

But the day my joint accounts were frozen... the moment my own son clamped a hand over his nose in disgust at my stench... the second I watched his mistress weeping softly into his chest... I finally realized the truth.

I hadn't saved a man. I had resurrected a pack of monsters, and they weren't going to stop until they ground me into the dirt.

At the Eternal Night Realm admission ceremony, Carly suddenly grabs my hand.

My heart pounds. I think he is going to announce our relationship to the entire continent.

Instead, he says, "Eve, thanks for everything these past five years. But Lym didn't make the cut. She's hurting right now, and I need to go back and be there for her."

He crushes the realm token right in front of thousands of people.

For five years, I hid my pureblood lord identity. I drained my magic until I literally coughed up blood, quietly paving every step of his way.

I thought we loved each other. I thought after this ceremony we would rise to the top together.

But his casual thanks for everything crushes five years of my devotion into dust.

What is even more laughable is that the moment the online backlash hits Lym, he calls me on the comms.

"Eve! You need to put out a statement to clear this up right now! As my friend, you owe me this!"

Friend?

My hand holding the crystal shakes.

At our engagement party, my fiancé's first love confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone.
Without a second thought, he shoved me aside and ran after her, leaving me to be hit by a car.
While I was in the hospital, he brought her into our home and forced me to eat food I was allergic to.
Most absurd of all, he personally sent me to the operating table so I could give her my kidney.
She tortured my cat to death, and all he said was, "It was just a cat."
The day I decided to leave the country, he thought I had died in a plane crash. Then he got into a car accident and lost his memory, remembering only the version of us at eighteen—when we were in love.
Too bad some scars never fade.

When the Grand Duke, my contract master, noticed I hadn't submitted a requisition for magical resources in five days, he assumed I had finally learned to be a proper exclusive priestess. In a rare display of mercy, he ignited the communication crystal:

"I have arranged to resume your brother's treatments in the infirmary. Behave yourself from now on, and stop fabricating excuses to demand high-tier spirit stones."

"I know it isn't easy for someone from your dependent background, but the resources of my estate are not so easily scammed."

But what he didn't know was that five days ago, my brother had already died from a tragic magic riot.

Now that my brother is gone, it is time for me to leave as well.

I caught my fiancé cheating with his ex in our bedroom—twins on the nightstand proved it had been going on for a year.

The alchemy vial slipped from my trembling fingers, shattering against the stone floor. There they were: Kaelen, the youngest Archmage on the continent, tangled in silk sheets with Lyra Elessar, the high-elf noble he'd supposedly rejected for me.

But it was the glowing parchment on the nightstand that destroyed me completely—a bloodline registry declaring him father to one-year-old twins.

I'd sacrificed my magic core to save his life three years ago, becoming powerless while he used that second chance to build a secret family. Every "council meeting," every "emergency" had been a lie to visit them.

When Lyra saw me, she didn't even flinch. She just smiled and said, "Looks like we're caught."

The humiliation burned hotter than heartbreak. I fled to the black market that very night, seeking the Death Merchant's ultimate service—complete disappearance.

"Seven days to prepare the ritual," he told me.

Seven days until I could vanish forever. Seven days to decide what the naive girl who'd loved him deserved as her final gift to herself.

The scalpel pressed against my chest, and I knew this heart would be carved out tonight as a gift for his white moonlight.

Five years ago, I was a medical genius. He was a dying vampire in the sewers. I gave up my humanity to save him, worked three jobs to fund his doctorate.

"Your heart has excellent quality. Perfect for Seraphina's transplant," he said coldly, slicing through my skin.

"Please... I just miscarried..." I weakly gripped the operating table's edge.

"Defective embryo. Good riddance." He cut my brother's oxygen tube, forcing me to cooperate with the surgery.

Blood pooled everywhere as I signed the organ donation form.

A year later, I stood at the pinnacle of vampire power while he knelt in the snow, begging for a drop of my blood to survive.

I poured it out, fertilizing the earth instead.

A wealthy heir was ordered to seduce me, intending to photograph me in compromising positions to destroy my reputation.
At midnight, his hands trembled as he prepared to send the photos, but I coldly exposed his cowardice and ambition.
That night, he deleted all the evidence before my eyes, his gaze filled with complete fanaticism and submission.
Later, he knelt on one knee with a diamond ring, but I poured myself a drink: "I don't need a partner to share power with—I just need an obedient dog."

When the zombie apocalypse hit, my girlfriend called me weak and hypocritical. She said only the strong deserved to survive, then handed the map of the base I had spent two years building to a warlord and watched me bleed out in the dirt.

Then I opened my eyes and woke up four months earlier.

The warlord had not arrived yet.
I did not expose her. I did not beg her to stay. I quietly reinforced the walls, emptied the warehouse, and dug traps beyond the fence.

She passed the intel like before. She opened the gate like before. She thought she would win again, and she thought I would be softhearted again.

She only realized the truth after leading them into the warehouse and finding an empty cage.

She dropped to her knees in the mud, begging the warlord to take her with him. But the strong man she chose kicked her off the truck and left her for the dead.

At last, she tasted the rule she worshipped.

Growing up, if Cecily so much as frowned, whatever I was holding would be ripped from my hands. If she coughed twice, I’d be sent to kneel out in the snow to reflect on how I had "failed to take proper care of my sister."

In adulthood, their favoritism remained unchanged—only it grew deadlier.

My father would slam his fist against the table, threatening to freeze my trust fund and kick me out of the Vance family.

My mother would stare at me with red, tearful eyes, accusing me of "stealing your sister's nutrients in the womb."

Even Declan, my husband on paper, would constantly lecture me about being "reasonable" and "compliant," trying to pressure me into signing a "Volunteer Experimental Trial Consent Form" for Cecily's sake.

An unapproved, illegal human trial.

In the past, I would have cried. I would have looked at them and asked, "When did any of you ever look at me and see a daughter?"

That was until the day I got my own medical report back.

[Terminal Congenital Heart Failure.]

Seven days left to live.

When my father threw that consent form on the table again, using my banishment as collateral; when my mother sobbed, begging me to "take the hit" for my sister; when Declan tried to coax me, promising "just cooperate, it’ll be over soon"—I finally picked up the pen.

I signed my name on an experimental trial waiver with a 90% mortality rate.

They all smiled with relief. They told me I was finally being mature.

What they didn't know was that my time was already up.

Kane was the undisputed tyrant of our high school, notoriously ruthless with his words.

I’d always been on the curvier side. When the new, form-fitting cheer uniforms arrived at the locker room, Kane hadn't held back his mocking laugh.

"Are you seriously going to parade around in that?" he had sneered. "Please. You look like a pig about to burst out of its casing. It's embarrassing."

I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d mentally broken down over Kane’s acidic remarks. But every time, I forced myself to swallow the humiliation.

Why? Because he was the state's most coveted star quarterback.

Because whenever someone else tried to give me hell, he’d step in with that fiercely impatient, undeniably protective attitude of his. That was my justification.

That was, until the eve of the State Championship.

Daisy, a nobody freshman who had barely scraped her way onto the cheer squad, took the confidential playbook our team had spent three agonizing months perfecting, and handed it straight to our biggest rivals.

Normally, Kane would have sneered and verbally shredded the culprit until there was nothing left of their dignity.

But this time? He just stepped forward, pulled a pack of tissues from the pocket of his expensive letterman jacket, tossed it at Daisy’s feet, and looked away.

"Stop crying," he said, his voice strangely subdued. "The damage is done, and tears won't fix a damn thing. Besides, your face gets all red and swollen when you cry. It's an ugly look."

I was eight weeks pregnant when I suffered a violent hemorrhage inside the café’s restroom. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I called my husband fourteen times—only to be labeled a hysterical faker. That same night, he toasted champagne with his young female assistant in his arms without a single shred of guilt.
Three days later, surveillance footage exposed the truth. The woman he cherished had been the one who shoved me down the staircase on purpose.
The night I lost our child, he was out raising his glass in celebration.
Fine. I will make them pay for every single thing they’ve done.

When Arthur brought his fallen comrade's widow Elena and her son into our knight's estate, I didn't cry or make a scene.

I simply packed our belongings in silence with my daughter Lilith, moving out of the master bedroom.

"Elena is struggling alone with her child," I said calmly to Arthur. "We'll move to the basement so you can better care for them."

On Lilith's seventh birthday, Arthur gave her a magical glider model. Elena's son Damian cried and demanded it for himself.

Lilith expressionlessly handed over the toy: "Father says little brother has no father now, so you'll be his father. As his big sister, I should let him have it."

Arthur was pleased by our tolerance and generosity, but gradually noticed something—I no longer seemed to love him, and our daughter no longer warmed to him either.

He didn't know that in my past life, he had thrown us out of our home for that mother and son. During the winter blizzard, while Lilith and I starved and froze, he gave all our gold and mana stones to Elena's family, leaving us to die of cold and hunger.

After my rebirth, my daughter and I stopped fighting, stopped competing.

But we would never need Arthur again.

When he wanted to carve out my daughter's Star-magic eyes to save Damian, I finally dropped the pretense and called upon my brother—the Abyssal Duke.

Time for this hypocritical holy knight to practice his "Greater Good" with his own Light Core.

My name is Evelyn. In my third year working at the morgue, I unzipped body bag J-47 and found my sister who had been missing for three days—her chest cavity surgically hollowed out, heart and magic-infused ribs completely gone.

My hands shaking, I checked my phone. A text from my billionaire fiancé Tristan: "Babe, don't forget tomorrow's engagement dinner. Heard about Lily's accident? Already arranged lawyers to handle it."

I almost laughed. For three months, this Ivy League heir kissed my forehead every night, whispering how much he loved me. Yet yesterday, he personally supervised a live heart extraction—to save his dying white moonlight, he strapped my sister to an operating table and carved out her heart while she was fully conscious.

Using my witch bloodline, I accessed Lily's final memories. I saw her desperate eyes, heard Tristan coldly command: "Careful with the goods."

At the fraternity engagement party, Tristan announced a five-million-dollar settlement for the "tragic accident." The lawyer handed me documents—NDAs, death certificates, and a forged organ donation form with my signature.

I looked across the table. The previously dying heiress Chloe was elegantly cutting steak, her cheeks flushed with unnatural health. My sister's heart beat strong in her chest.

"Sign it, Evie," Tristan stroked my hand. "Life must go on."

I tore up every contract.

"You think money buys lives?" I slashed my palm, blood igniting the shredded papers. "Tonight, learn about real equivalent exchange."

Only then did Tristan realize he wasn't marrying some ordinary morgue intern, but the last heir of the First Witch bloodline.

He activated the fraternity's witch-hunting trap—silver chains, exorcism arrays, and my most trusted friend Mark driving a consecrated nail into my back.

But when the ancient seal shattered, when the primordial witch power awakened, I systematically ripped out the hearts of every fraternity brother, letting them experience my sister's final agony.

Facing annihilation, Tristan fell to his knees weeping: "You're the one I've always loved!"

I smiled coldly, opening the crematorium pit beneath the floor: "Want to chase your wife? Here's a real crematorium."

When I took my last breath in that Harlem tenement, the final image burned into my dying eyes was Noah—my "perfect" fiancé—watching with manufactured anguish as the judge sentenced me for his crimes.

This golden boy manipulator had convinced me to take the fall for his drug charges, destroying my Oxford scholarship and Wall Street future.

Now I'm back, three days before that fatal graduation party.

This time, the gentle control freak can pay for his own stupidity.

I have seventy-two hours to strip away his saint mask and kick him off his pedestal—then climb over his corpse to claim my Wall Street throne.

To win back his one true love, my husband sent me, pregnant and vulnerable, straight into the clutches of a rival mob's dungeon.
I was torn apart by vicious dogs, a brutal end for both me and my unborn child.
After death, my spirit drifted back home, only to hear him coldly chuckle, "Let her learn her lesson; she won't come back until she admits she was wrong."
It wasn't until a mangled, rotting body was dumped at his feet, and he saw the blood-soaked wedding ring on its finger, that this heartless mob boss finally snapped...

*I didn't know that night would become my worst nightmare. *

It was my junior year in high school. After two years of being bullied, I was now finally accepted by my peers. I had finally blossomed into a lady and now everyone wanted to become my friend. But... the thing happened.

I will never forget what happened to me that night.

I will never forget that I wasn't given the justice I deserved.

I want revenge. I want them dead...

So do my three lovers. The Underbosses of the Blood Disciples.



I knew Xavier was in love with Joy the moment he met her. However, it didn't stop me or Cristos from falling in love with her too.

"I doubt an empire will come crushing down because we love the same girl," I said. De Luca looked at me, shocked.



"Do you guys steal money from other people?" I asked, completely shocked at his revelation. I knew Cristos was good with computers and encryption, I just didn't know how far it went.

"Sometimes. Sometimes we manipulate, troll, steal incriminating evidence. The usual."

"Our fake ID's...did you make them?" I asked. I was impressed because they looked so real. "Judging from the monitors, it looks like a call center. How could you have the capital? The security to work without even being scared of law enforcement?"

"Sebastian, Xavier and I were born into this kind of life. Since we were little, we were trained to work as a unit just like our fathers. Mama Rose isn't just a simple housewife. She is also part of the organization and sits as a third high ranking official," Cristos explained. "Sebastian, Xavier and I are underbosses of the Blood Disciples, the ruling party of the West Coast Mafia. Our fathers are the bosses while our mothers and sisters are consiglieres. We are in training to become the bosses once our fathers retire. Sebastian is in charge of merchandise, ports, and businesses while Xavier handles the trash. I, on the other hand, am in charge of the virtual world. Anything digital goes through me."



After leaving her small town, Joy Taylor gets a second chance at life and love when she crosses paths with three handsome young men in college.

Now, she's happy, prosperous, and in love with three beautiful men who think the world of her. It seems there's nothing else she could ask for. Her life felt complete.

However, she could never let go of the pain of her past. Especially when she discovers the four boys, who raped her during their junior year in high school, have done it again. This time, the young girl wasn't so lucky. Her body was found floating in a lake near town.

Now, Joy is back in New Salem, seeking her revenge.

Ten years may have gone by, but revenge has no expiry date.

Unfortunately for Joy, things are not always what they seem.

TW: The story contains graphic references to sexual assault and violence.

(The prologue was written by the third POV; the following chapters by the first POV.)

“Whom does this female belong to? She possesses no seat here. This is not a place for females.”
An older male wolf's authoritative and influential voice blares throughout the room, the high walls carrying the sound of his condemnation of my presence.

“I think you are mistaken for IT IS the place for me. I am an Alpha.” A flash of teeth from my side as my warrior spirit soars, a slow wild lick of my lower lip to taunt him eyes glaring at the ill-bred male whilst I continue to confidently saunter to my rightful seat on the table.

Whispers and murmurs travel through the room gossips spreading like wildfire as they inspect my flesh head to toe. Their suits are neat, in many instances fine, and wherever I encountered the eye of one it is only to recognize in it a degrading and unwelcoming stare. They find me unworthy.

There is a deep familiarity with these kinds of unhesitant stares for this is my normality of life. To be met with hate, disgust, and humiliation of the soul I possess. It is not because they do not know me. They do know. They know of the battles I had won for my pack. And they certainly feel the strength I possess.

Perhaps they merely pretend to be blind and deaf, to remain oblivious to my surging vigour. Or perhaps, they failed to anticipate that I would be the first female Alpha to stand in this hall; the only wolf not in a suit; the only female who can sit at the same table with males.

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“She has to be at an age range that was close to mine, smart, beautiful, and a virgin” he said looking at his mother whose eyes widened.
“Alpha, how are we to find out if she was a virgin or not…?”
“I don’t care, if I am to marry a human who isn’t my mate, then she is to be one who has never been touched by a man” the Alpha said getting up from the couch.
“What are we to do, mum?” His sister asked.
“We’ll find him what he asked for…”
And that is exactly what they did…


When Alpha Blake had put out his condition on his mother and sister, he never thought that they would be able to find the woman he asked for in such a short period of time. However, when they showed him her picture, he was forced to comply.
“Her name is Natalia Adams, and she is everything you asked for”

"I have a proposal.” Nicholas softly stroked my skin as he watched me. “I want children. And I want you to help me with that.” He wanted me to give him a child! "In return, I will give you everything you could ever want.”


Orphaned and with no place to call home, Willow's only chance at happiness was to attend college. When her scholarship fell through, she could only contact Nicholas Rowe, a mysterious and downright sinful billionaire, to give her the money she rightfully deserves.

How would she have known that not only would he be willing to fund her education, but he also wanted her to be the mother of his children! This was not part of the plan. But when faced with temptation, Willow could only accept the indecent proposal and fall into the older man's clutches.

Will their relationship last? What will happen when the ghosts of Nicholas’ past appear to tear the couple apart? Can they survive the storm?

The Boys of Hawthorne is a four-part series about four brothers who know the meaning of 'Blood is thicker than water,' and the girls who ultimately bring each of them to their knees.

Boston:
Boston- There's just something about sneaking around that gets the blood pumping, and sneaking around with my stepsister gets me excited in more ways than one. But falling for her, that was never a part of the plan. I should have known that once I’d had a taste of her, there would be no turning back.

Lincoln:
Lincoln- There’s nothing I like more than a good time, but when a little blonde with bright green eyes lands in my line of sight, I’m drawn to her like never before. Her innocence just makes me want to corrupt her, in only the best ways, of course, and when she’s taken from me? There isn’t anything that I won’t do to get her back.

Jackson:
Jackson- I was caught off guard when she opened up my mark's door. And when I see her later that same night, I try to do the right thing, but she was just too tempting. And now that she's in my life, even if it is a little differently than I could have imagined, I’m not about to let her go. At least, not if I can help it.

Dallas:
Dallas- My past creeps up on me in more ways than one, just as I’m finally turning my life around after making the biggest mistake of my life. I can’t stop thinking about her, but being a part of her life might be bringing danger to her doorstep and all I want to do is protect her, even if it means pushing her away.

Married for months but still a virgin. Drugged by her husband and stepsister, she ended up with a mysterious lover.
Her husband accused her of infidelity and found a convenient reason to divorce her.
She lost everything, her properties, her virginity, her inheritance and her home and was thrown on the street.
No parents, no home, no roof over her head, Theresa Mo sought for death and wished she could stop living but death seemed to perceive her yearning and flee from her.
She became pregnant and her world came crumbling. Where does she turn to when she doesn't even know who got her Pregnant?
Junxie Li, the youngest billionaire and a handsome dude, was in search of the woman he had a one night stand with…
Four years later, Junxie Li stumbled upon two boys who are a miniature of himself and thundered "who is your mother?"

Running away from the dark past of her life, Sofia McCommer is determined to start new and prove her worth to her family by joining her family business that's close to bankruptcy.

Scorched by life, Adrian T Larsen, the powerful business magnet has become a man no one wanted to cross paths with. With only darkness filled in his dead heart, he doesn't know what kindness is, and has an intense hatred for the word: love.

And then comes the game.

A game of ignoring the cold-hearted playboy Sofia plays with her friends at a Saturday night club. The rules were simple: Ignore the billionaire, hurt his ego and get out. But little did she know that getting out of the paws of an injured tiger wasn't an easy thing to do. Especially when the infamous businessman, Adrian Larsen's male ego was at stake here.

Bound by fate when their paths clash with each other more than Sofia ever expected, when the powerful billionaire barges into her life, sparks and desire start to test her resistance. But she has to push him away and keep her heart locked to keep both of them safe from the dangerous shadows of her past. The dark past that always lurked around.

But can she do that when the devil has already set his eyes on her? She has played a game, and now she has to face the consequences.

Because when a predator is teased, it's supposed to chase...

She was not his first choice.
But he is her Alpha.


Rose Williams presented as an Omega and has been hated by everyone around her for that. She's also reminded that she's worthless, a toy for Alphas every single day. Her only hope was to turn twenty-one and settle down with Zain, an Alpha who promised to love and cherish her.

Aiden Russo is a Pack Alpha-the cruellest one the Moonlight Pack has ever seen. If rumours were to believe he's ruthless, cold and doesn't care for omegas. To complete his ownership, he needs a Luna.

By some unfortunate turn of events, Rose is married to the Alpha Aiden, who doesn't show any interest in her. Will she be able to win over his heart? Or forever be loathed by the Alpha?

The little wolf series Ashley was the future Beta to the Red Ridge pack that's until his own mother turns the pack against him and leaves him no choice but to run for his life with his father by his side. All Ashley has ever wanted is to meet his mate and have a family but now he's faced with trying to simply survive.

Can he and his father make it to somewhere safe or will more heartbreak stand in their way? Gamma Jack has a great life including friends that are more like family but the pain at the loss of his parents is never far away.
With no other blood family he dreams of finding his mate and starting a new family but his mate is being hunted and only Jack can save him. Will Jack get to his mate in time or is he destined to forever be alone?

The Little Wolf series recommended reading order Loved by the Gamma ~ Jack and Ashley's story His little wolf ~ Liam and Bethany's story.

Terrence didn't waste a moment in pressing me up against the kitchen counter.

"When..." He growled in my ear, "When we will be getting married, I will be your only king, do you get my point? Only one queen, no misters or mistresses. Just me, just you, and yeah, our babies."

I shivered.


Alyssa Reynolds found herself in a situation, while returning home from work, and she had three choices:

Simply walk away and forget that you ever heard the sound of wailing infants.


Call the police and inform them about the innocent wails.


Follow the sounds of the wails and take the matter in your hands, deciding what to do later.

Being a kindhearted soul and a sucker for babies, she found herself choosing the third option, finding the two little lives.

Two little lives that changed her whole life, her love life included. Her life now revolved around the babies as diapers, vomit and shit seemed to surround her.

Just when she thought that now it's just her and the babies, her whole world flipped over and she found herself living under the same roof as the egotistical, obnoxious and hot-as-hell Terence Powers, the business tycoon who was not going to let the woman fend off for herself and the babies alone.

As the only female alpha, she is strong and brave, and fights alongside alpha King Landry, achieving victory after victory. But one day, she went into heat in front of him ...... When he learns the secret of her disguise as an alpha, will he fulfill his duty to torture her severely? Or will he personally help her ease the pain of her heat?

I am an orphan. Tonight was the night that all the eighteen-year-old virgins gathered under the clock tower for the selection. Most of the selected girls wouldn’t survive. Even though I was a werewolf, I didn’t have much intention to be picked at all and to join as a trusted pack member, I was just happy to live an ordinary life down the city if you could call my life anything but ordinary. ******
"What is your name, girl?" the Prince asked softly as if he was genuinely interested. "It would be rude of me to keep calling you Girl!" "It's Elena, your Highness," I whispered gently. "It means shining light in Greek." "Elena? Hmm. Well, I think it's a lovely name," the Prince replied, causing me to look up in shock. "Come over here by me." ''Come. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you''.********************
Elena, a young Omega female, was left for dead by her bullies on the selection day. She is then rescued by the new Wolf Prince, who reluctantly insists that she is his new Mate. Due to a loophole in his grandmother's last will, the Wolf Prince must find himself a wife in 30 days and produce an heir within 12 months of becoming Alpha.

“Y….you….just what are you?” the young woman staggered back in fear as she yelled looking at the demoness in front of her.
The silver-haired woman laughed so eerily that those that were around were struck by fear. This person was not human, how can anyone look so terrifying and emit such a scary aura?
“I once told you that I am your worst nightmare but I guess your curiosity still got the best of you!
Now my darling sister, how should we continue this game?”
Someone once said that revenge is sweet and surely for her, it was indeed sweet. Her ignorance and her mother’s got them both killed. Even though it was already too late for her to amend and beg for forgiveness, she didn’t deserve the way she died.
As if her life wasn’t torturous enough, she found herself awakened in an era that made her regret everything that she had ever done and became something more demonic than human. When she thought that her torture will come to an end, she found herself back in that world again.
Since a new chance had been given to her, won’t it be best if she does something sweet?

"Dad, please, please don't make me do this," I begged, gripping his suit.
My father gave me away to Arlon William, the wealthiest man in town, who was thirty years my senior. He was a ruthless businessman, creditor, and self-proclaimed Alpha of Rogues, unfortunately for me.
"You will marry this man to help the family," He growled at me.
"I'll work hard to help you pay off the debts, father, I promise. Please don't force me to marry him," I pleaded but he wasn't listening to me anymore.


Nayla was sold to the notorious Rogue, Arlon William.
To make matters worse, Nayla soon discovered her husband sleeping with her half-sister and decides to leave everything behind. She wants a quiet life in one of the human towns, however, had different plans for her, as she met her mate, the Alpha Prince Rhaegar that very day.
The question is, will Alpha Prince Rhaegar accept this poor married girl as his mate and heal every shattered part of her or will he forsake her?

Kayla Wilson has no memory of her childhood. Found alone and lost in the middle of the woods at the young age of eight. The Wilson’s take her in, treating her as their own.
Nightmares plague Kayla every night as she sleeps. Shopping with her best friend, her nightmares become reality sending her life out of control.
She is thrust into a new life where her nightmares become more real with each day that passes. She learns there is more to the world than she ever thought possible. Stories and legends all have some truths to them and unfortunately for Kayla she is a part of this new world whether she wants to be or not. She must adapt and fight for her life as a threat awaits her around every corner.
Can Kayla handle her new life and survive the evil of the world?
Can she uncover the secrets of her past?

What should have been the happiest day of Emma Dane's life turned into a nightmare as she was kidnapped by a tall masculine brooding man who claim her to be his mate.

Despite her pleas and cries, she was shipped away into a world she had no idea of, a world she thought she would never accept but of course, Emma was bent on escaping the stranger who had kidnapped her and claiming her to be his soul mate.

On the other hand, Emma's fiance a powerful Italian mafia set out to get his kidnapped bride back.

Two worlds will clash, an Alpha Lycan prince and a Mafia human Don, fighting for not only dominance but also the power to claim her as their own.

Unbeknownst to Emma, she's much more than she thought, what happened when a new enemy is aroused from the past and wanted her dead? Who is the enemy and Why? torn between love, duty, and war, how will She survive the worlds she's thrown into?

Find out!

"I want to play a game. With hands and legs tied down- you can't rush, force, or stop things.

Now. Close your eyes.” The Alpha commanded. Seth shivered at his words.

For a little while, the room fell quiet.
All Seth could hear was her rapid breathing.
She still felt excited yet scared.

"Luciano, please," She moaned out,

"Yes, kitten?"

"Stop, I want to feel you. The teasing is killing me.”

"That is not how it works."
The man laid his hand on her bottom and put her over his knees.

"You beg one more time. Your ass will be spanked to red.”

🌶🐺🌶🐺🌶🐺🌶🐺

Seth had one rule- no Alphas: the possessive, dominant, and territorial Alphas could break and bend themselves, but they could never end up in her bed, nor drag her in theirs.

Until the day of Alpha ceremonial games came along: all she had to do was serve guests and run as far as possible whenever she got the chance.

Seth didn't expect meeting an Alpha a day before leaving the new town, nor did she expect facing another attempting to show off his interest- not just one, two, or three, but four Alpha males.

None of them is willing to give up or step aside. The men wanted to claim her, and none would stop till the woman was his or theirs.

Warning: This is a reverse harem book which contains A LOT of mature content and sensitive themes. (Kinks/ BDSM/ strong language etc.) Strongly advised for mature readers only. !!! 18+ !!!

“How does it feel, then, to be kissed by an unlovable brute?” —————— I find it amusing that I didn't even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I could catch her. Hunting women down is the last thing I want to be doing, truly. I mean Ruby no harm, even though she unknowingly said some awful, untrue things about me in the car. In time, she’ll learn that those things aren’t true. I’m not like my parents. Still, I have no choice but to marry this girl. She’s barely eighteen, three years younger than me, but it’s fate. All of this mess started about a month ago.

The first day of school…actual school, and the jitters were kicking her tail. Though not in the literal sense.
For thirteen years, she’d been homeschooled at the behest of her mother. And now, after all of this time not being permitted around kids her age, unless she was serving them at her mother’s Inn and diner or the packhouse, she had to attend school with them; her...the outcast of Mystic Cove.
Taking deep breaths, Nel obsessively looked into the mirror, the girl’s nerves practically destroying her from the inside out. Though, it wasn’t like she wasn’t known throughout town anyway. Her rich brown skin, exuberant red hair, and verdant eyes made sure of that.


“Are you ready for your Ascension?”
The Ascension was what the wolves would call the ceremony of a young alpha coming, officially, into his own. It was usually carried out on one’s eighteenth birthday, and on this day, an inhuman and their beastly counterpart will officially become one soul. It is then that their senses are heightened and only grow from that point. It’s also on this day that one is awakened to their true mate’s scent. It was often that an ascent would find their mate on this day.
Colsin shrugged. “A little nervous, if I’m being honest. Slim pickings in our pack.”
“I want Sara to be my mate,” said Colsin. In truth, Colsin could almost say that he loved Sara, but he knew that it wasn’t a deep-down type of love. If she was in trouble, he’d do his best to get her out of it, but he couldn’t say that he’d move mountains to make sure that Sara was the priority, however.

But will Sara really become Colsin's mate? How will everything change when he meets Nel?

Eliza's life was destroyed by them: her boyfriend and her best friend. Five years ago, her boyfriend's career was at its lowest point and Eliza sacrificed everything to support him. However, her best friend fooled Eliza to be a surrogate mother. When her boyfriend led a successful career, he dumped Eliza because she had lost her virginity and had babies. It was just an excuse for the affair between the shameless couple. Losing all interest in life, she agreed to marry Mr. Valentine, a disfigured billionaire who likes to torture women in bed. It was said that his two exes died horribly in bed. Eliza didn't know that Mr. Valentine was the man she used to carry babies for. In this way, she got a handsome husband and a pair of adorable twins...

When you're the adopted kid and nobody ever liked you,
One day, a stunning man stood in front of your door, with flowers and presents in his hands
"So you are the lost kid of Mr.Wilson？"
"...sorry? What?"
"I’m your fiancé. "
Wait…Wilson…The Billionaire Wilson？
And…You're only 18.