3632 Book(s) Related to My Friends and My Love Story

This is a world where humans and fantasy races exist side by side. Werewolves move through city streets between glass towers, and every now and then, a pair of massive wings cuts through the clouds overhead. Twenty years ago, to secure the family's standing, the main house signed a contract with the Dragon Clan.

As the least favored daughter of a branch family, I was chosen to be the Dragon King's mate. The terms were spelled out plainly: if I couldn't get married within five years of coming of age, I'd have to go to Dragon territory and go through with the marriage.

For five years, every wedding I've planned has been blown up by my younger sister, Hannah.

This is year five. I'm finally in a wedding dress, about to marry Derek, the boy I grew up with.

What I didn't expect was that one hour before the ceremony, Hannah collapsed in the dressing room coughing up blood. She grabbed Derek's hand, crying, saying she wouldn't make it through the month.

And my parents are on either side of me, hands pressed down hard on my shoulders.

"Just let Hannah have the wedding. She's dying!"

What they don't know is that if I don't get married today, the Dragon envoys will come for me on the spot.

And I won't be coming back.

On the eve of the apocalypse, magical beasts appeared in our world.
They possessed extraordinary abilities, and humans could master these powers by forming a contract with them.
In my previous life, my adopted brother chose a top-tier Wolf King pup.
But shortly after, the extreme heat apocalypse descended. The low-tier water snake I had contracted possessed the ability to conjure water and lower temperatures, inadvertently making me the envy of everyone.
Meanwhile, my brother’s Wolf King was universally despised for its excruciatingly slow growth and lack of immediate combat power.

Now, I have been reborn to the very day we chose our contracted beasts.
This time, my brother rushed ahead and snatched the water snake.
I know why.
He has been reborn, too.
But this apocalypse is not nearly as simple as he thinks!

Everyone says I married an iceberg.

Three years of contract marriage. He's never touched me once.

On our wedding night, I tried to move into his bedroom. He refused. I stood in front of him wearing lingerie. He just said, calm as ever, "You should get some rest."

I'm a healthy woman with a normal sex drive. Every day I'm burning up with my own desire.

I thought he didn't love me. So for both our sakes, I signed the divorce papers. Today, I'm telling him.

Then that afternoon, I suddenly heard his thoughts.

When I walked up to him in just a towel, he looked calm, staring at his laptop. But his mind was screaming: Holy shit. She's not wearing anything under that. Look at that skin. Her tits are huge. I can't take this anymore... no, I'll scare her. Fuck. I'm hard again.

Turns out under the ice, there's a volcano that's been buried for just as long.

I slip the divorce papers back into hiding and pour him a coffee.

New plan: make that volcano blow.

Since marrying into the Sterling family, I've been pregnant three times. Not one of them survived.

Every time the DNA test report arrived, my mother-in-law would drag me to the clinic for an abortion.

They said the fetus had genetic defects. But I secretly went to an outside hospital for tests, and the report clearly stated everything was normal.

After my third miscarriage, I followed my in-laws to the basement I was forbidden to enter.

I held my breath and pressed my eye to the crack in the door.

In that moment, I finally knew why they had to kill my babies.

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.

"We should be doing this," I mumbled, yet I bent my neck for him, giving him better access to it.
"Yes we shouldn't," he answered, but his hands were sliding under my skirt and pulling my panties down.
"If we get caught," I muttered, moaning as his fingers found my slick entrance and he rubbed. My knees shook but he held me against himself with his other hand.
"If we get caught," he repeated. It was as if this had become some sort of game between him and I. Repeating each other's words like this.
"I could be expelled and your job would be taken from you," I completed.
"Yes, that could happen," he answered with a nod of his head. He moved away from me and stared into my eyes. "But it won't happen. We won't get caught. I won't tell, if won't tell."
"I'd be crazy to tell someone," I answered, my eyes searching his.


Vampire x Human. Professor x Student. Steamy x Forbidden love
When your one night stand turns out to be your professor, there's only one thing to do- continue to sleep with him. And that was exactly what Sophia is going to do.
She's faced with a forbidden attraction that's hard to resist until she finds out his dark secret; he's a vampire.
Will her passion overcome the secrets he had been hiding from her or will the shadows tear them apart?

Blood pooled beneath Eloise's head just moments after she discovered the truth about her husband. The man she built her world around wanted nothing more than to destroy her. He stole everything, her company, her pride, her future, and left her to die. But as the darkness closed in on her, fate offered a second chance.

**

Now she is back, with bloodstained memories and a thirst for revenge. Desperate and broken, she made a deal with the devil, a man powerful enough to hand her the weapons.

But his help comes at a price.

To be owned by him. For four months. A strict deal with no strings or feelings attached. But nothing about him is simple. He's infuriating, intoxicating, and every second with him chips away at her control.

What starts as business quickly spirals into a dangerous game of possession, secrets, and desire. And when hearts get involved, the real cost becomes something more than she bargained for.

He’s the last man she should trust… and the only one who makes her lose control.

“I should have refused.” I shook my head, my eyes sweeping towards the silver eyed devil standing before me, with no ounce of guilt or remorse in his eyes. “I should have never married you.”
“That hurts my feeling.” That was a cruel joke, because we both know that he doesn’t even have feelings to begin with. “But there isn’t any man who could love you like I do; not even Thorne.”
I paused when his long, cold index finger trailed my face stopping at my lips, and his eyes met mine again.
They were dark… with lust.
“Fuck you.” I muttered with hate and anger dripping in my voice.
“I believe even right now, all you want is me.” He mused and he wasn’t wrong, because he never said I couldn’t leave. Yet, I found myself staying, and hoping he would change. “And all that completes me is you.”
I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine.


Eden Montclair is your everyday surgeon who tries to get by every surgery without complications, she has created high hopes for herself that she would inherit her grandmother’s hospital.
She soon finds out that the hospital was dying and they might need to merger it with the biggest healthcare foundation in the country, only on the condition that her little sister, Evangeline marries the heir to the foundation.
Eden’s life soon falls into chaos when Evangeline ran away to avoid that fate, and now Eden is in the front line to marry the Heir of the Adler Foundation.
Theron Adler.
A cold-blooded and precise surgeon, who doesn’t have many interests in life, and a diagnosed psychopath.
That’s not all, he is also the elder brother of her ex-boyfriend and they both had history together.

“You know that promise you owe me?” I whisper into the phone, praying my voice doesn’t shake.

His reply comes low and lethal.

“Yes, little fairy.”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Then keep it. Don’t come looking for me, Fabian. Please.”

Silence.

Then—

“That only happens when I’m dead.” His voice darkens. “Run if you want to, little fairy. But when I find you—and I will—you’ll regret ever leaving.”

⸻

For eight years, Indigo has lived by one rule:

Survive.

No matter the cost.

She built a quiet life for herself and her daughter far away from the violence she escaped. Far away from the powerful family that destroyed her life.

And far away from Fabian Trevanti.

Her estranged stepbrother.

But when Indigo is dragged into an underground auction meant for dangerous men, Fabian is the one who finds her.

And saves her.

Except Fabian has never done anything out of mercy.

Cold. obsessive, and terrifyingly powerful, he pulls Indigo back into his world with one condition:

She belongs to him now.

The more Indigo fights him, the worse it gets, because Fabian has never handled obsession well, and he becomes obsessed with her all over again.

But Indigo is hiding something.
Something capable of destroying them both.

Because the little girl Fabian is beginning to love might not just be hers.

And when old enemies crawl out of the dark, Indigo is forced into an impossible choice:

Marry another man to keep Fabian alive…

Or tell Fabian the truth and risk burning his entire world to the ground.

Because loving Fabian Trevanti was always dangerous.

But being loved by him?

That might be the thing that finally destroys her.

"The sooner I leave, the sooner I will return to execute judgment on those who have hurt me and also to take back what is mine," I said to my uncle with a firm and determined tone.
She loved him with all her heart; she gave up everything for him; she left her uncle's company, which she was supposed to inherit after her studies; she became a housewife; all these things in order to please him; but what did she get in return?
A divorce paper was thrown right at her face the same day she gave birth, and as if that wasn't enough, he confiscated her child, sending her away with nothing.
Five years later, he regrets his actions and wants her back, but it's already too late. The lady he divorced five years ago is not the same again; she's now one of the richest billionaires in the country, and now all she wants is to make the man who hurt her pay, make him lose everything he had worked so hard for, and at last reclaim her son.
Will she succeed in her revenge mission, or will she end up falling for him again?

"You are mine," he said, crossing tenderly his arm around my body. I was speechless, I tried to feign he had no power over me but my body betrayed me.
Tighten on his chest, I felt relieved and appeased, I just wanted to rest and never get out of the room, until I heard a voice coming from nowhere waking me up from this nightmare.

Yes, It was a nightmare. How could I take pleasure wrapped in this man's arm?
He was the son of the murderer of my parents.
Even if my heart was claiming him, I should remember I had no place for such a feeling.

I would struggle with my being to piss this sentiment aside.
They would pay.
His father for killing my parents, and him for being the son of this swine.
He had to pay for his father's sins.
My mind had to overpower the emotion I felt

AN AGE GAP, FORCED PROXIMITY, BLACK FLAG ROMANCE

Vincenzo Valentini is a man who sees the world as a business counter and human beings as merchandise.

The owner of an empire built upon corpses and submission, he is the reflection of pure perversity.

When fate places Andrew Thompson, the son of his greatest rival, into his hands, the plan was simple: use him, break him, and discard him like a toy that has lost its appeal.

What Vincenzo did not expect was that, beneath the youthful skin and the appearance of innocence, Andrew hid the same abyss as he did.

Vincenzo never wanted redemption. He never wanted someone to save him from his own darkness. He was seeking a mirror. And in Andrew, he found the partner who, upon seeing his blood-stained hands, does not recoil in terror, but trembles with desire.

In this perverse game, the "little toy" proves to be the perfect executioner. The mafia leader found someone who not only accepts his cruel side but cultivates it, feeding the monster Vincenzo has always been.

Where there should have been fear, lust emerged. Where there should have been hatred, a perverse loyalty was born. Andrew Thompson is the dark reflection of Vincenzo, the soldier the underworld did not see coming, and the man who proved that, for some, paradise only makes sense if it is in the middle of chaos.

Vincenzo opened the doors to his empire, but Andrew was the only one capable of invading his heart.

They are not heroes. They are hell on earth.

"Run, mi amor, run, while I watch."
"I feel his eyes everywhere, always watching!"
Ever heard of a hunter becoming the hunted?
That is what happened to Victoria Alexander.
After years of getting betrayed by her husband and best friend, Victoria returns to the city, stronger and more determined to ruin his seemingly happy home.
But things turns out sour for her as her mission for revenge turns into a game in a serial murder case.
While hunting her ex-husband's happiness and an unknown serial killer, Victoria suddenly becomes the hunted.
The thrilling part is that she isn't hunted by just anyone but a powerful shadow, hidden in the dark, watching. Always watching with nothing but a single phrase that leaves chills in her.

19 year old Bellatrix finds herself exiled to an enemy pack priorn to the destruction of her pack. And to worsen things, the one who brought her into the world of misery, widely feared and known for his cruelty, Alpha Anslan Robertson, turned out to be her mate.
What was the way forward for this timid young lady who even found it hard to shift?

Nora Williams was a fake celebrity influencer who built her reputation by wearing fake designer items online.

She was a minor celebrity in real life but a major one on the internet. Everyone believed she was a wealthy and privileged heiress; however, in reality, she struggled to make ends meet, barely able to pay her rent.

One fateful night, she encountered a powerful man, Leon Carruso, who saw through her fake image. Instead of exposing her, he offered to turn her fictional life into reality. "This perfect life that you want it so badly... I could make it happen in the blink of an eye, but there is one condition – you must marry me in return, Nora…”

“This life you promised me; why didn’t you warn me about it? Why didn’t you tell me it was you from back then? You tricked me into marrying you!”

“Well, let me explain…”

I thought telling Alpha Kane I was pregnant would be the hardest part of my day.

That was before I found my step-sister naked on his mahogany desk.
I remained committed to my role of Luna for three years while I suffered through his distant behavior because I viewed our mate bond as a holy connection. The moment he wiped her lipstick from his mouth, the bond that connected us to each other shattered in my heart because he had treated me as someone who lacked excitement.

He wanted me to weep while I accepted my lower-status position. I used my mother’s billion-dollar tech patents to lock him out, then I denied him on the pack intercom, before I entered the advanced security facilities of his most dangerous competitor.

Alpha Kaelen, the Lycan King, doesn't function as an uncontrollable animal. He possesses dangerous charisma which combines with his exceptional intelligence. I didn't request his protection; I established the terms for it. I presented him with the blueprints which would lead to our shared enemy's financial ruin. We are currently dismantling Kane's business empire together. Our formal agreement starts to dissolve into an irresistible attraction which develops during our nighttime strategy meetings and our executive boardroom business takeovers.

Kaelen discovers my hidden pregnancy secret, but he does not exile me from his presence. He displays a wicked grin while making his intention to take ownership of his opponent's offspring permanent. Kane will initiate a violent conflict to reclaim me as his possessions disappear and his remorse transforms into a primal fixation.

Will my charming, deadly protector permit me to handle my own conflicts or will we destroy everything my ex left behind?

When the zombie apocalypse hit, my elder brother shoved me into a horde of the undead. Now, I've been reborn exactly five days before the end of the world, and he's trying to scam me out of my winning lottery ticket with a beat-up old ring. What he doesn't know is that this ring is a genuine pocket dimension artifact. He thinks he's pulling the ultimate con, completely unaware that I'm going to use this very relic to forge my own post-apocalyptic empire. This time, I'm going to make them pay back every last thing they owe me.

On the eve of the apocalypse, I awakened a survival system: send me $5,000, and the sender can unlock a safehouse and awaken a life-saving ability.
The first person I told was Chloe, my girlfriend of three years. In return, she humiliated me in public and cheated on me without a shred of remorse.
That was the moment I finally gave up. The "nice guy" she had drained dry was dead for good.
One month later, the zombie horde arrived right on schedule. For old times' sake, I saved her one last time. And she repaid me by shoving me straight into the jaws of the mutated dead so she could save herself.
What she didn't know... was that I wasn't the only one who had awakened powers.

irectly in front of me.
Only the night before, she’d been curled up in my arms, her warm fingertips brushing my collarbone, our bodies tangled in tender, loving intimacy.
Yet the toe tag fastened around her ankle was etched with cold, unflinching words: Su Wan, Female, 22. Cause of death: fatal fall from height. Time in morgue custody: 365 days.
She had been dead for an entire year.
Just what in the hell was the woman who’d gasped beneath me night after night, who’d lived beside me day in and day out for six whole months—the woman I’d called my girlfriend?

The day the IVF succeeded was when I realized Michael had deceived me all along.
He had only used me as a surrogate for my sister.
When I confronted him, he tested me, forcing me to kill someone. "Afraid to pull the trigger? Doesn't seem like my kind of woman," he sneered.
I tried to run, but he caught me.
He kept me locked away, forced me to eat foods I was allergic to until I needed my stomach pumped, and chained me to the bed while he went off with her.
I cried until I had no tears left—and finally learned how to hold a gun.

"Enjoying the show quite a lot, aren’t you, John?"
I had just shut the suite door, behind which lewd gasps and moans lingered, when Louise, the young heiress of a top tycoon family, walked straight up to me.
Slap!
A crisp, heavy slap landed hard across my face.
"You shameless cur!"
She snarled, her eyes filled with arrogant venom.
I clenched my jaw tightly, my nails digging sharply into my palms.
In this class pyramid forged by capital, I was nothing but a personal bodyguard worth even less than a pedigreed luxury dog.
Yet it was not long before this lofty young lady met with a plane crash. She ended up on her knees before me, groveling and begging for mercy.
"John… take me. I’m your slave."

They thought that by forcing me to my death, they could devour everything.

My father jumped off a building, and I became a destitute young master whom everyone could bully. To pay off debts, I married into the Hawthorne family and became their sharpest knife.

After my father-in-law died suddenly, my wife immediately brought her childhood sweetheart into the house and forced me to divorce him.

My resistance resulted in a murder plotted by 928 × 213.

When I opened my eyes again, Chloe, who had been watching over me for three days and three nights, was beside me.

She said, "I'll take you away."

Three years later, I returned as a mysterious investor. The first thing I did was to buy the family's bankrupt old factory for 1.5 billion.

My ex-wife and I bumped into each other on the street; it was like seeing a ghost.

I smiled and stuck a 30 million yuan check on her forehead: "This is to repay the divorce fee you gave me back then. Keep the change."

The real revenge has only just begun.

The moment I gave up wasn't when I found out my husband was cheating. It was when I heard my ten-year-old daughter laugh into the phone and say, "Mom's so clueless. She has no idea about Dad and Summer."

Ten years ago, I was a top biomedical researcher, making six figures. I gave it all up for his promotion and our newborn daughter. Ten years later, the perfect marriage I traded my career and youth for turned out to be nothing but an elaborate lie.

He called me his safe haven, then got in our bed with his mistress and discussed how to keep me in the dark.

This time, I'm not going to cry or make a scene. I'm going to quietly gather my evidence and call the lab director I've turned down seven times.

When the apocalypse arrived, my girlfriend, driven by vanity, exposed my unlimited resource space and incited starving people to kill me and feed me to the zombies, while she herself stepped on my flesh and blood to become the "savior goddess".
But she didn't know that I mutated amidst the pile of corpses and awakened into the only zombie tyrant.
I corrupted the space, cut off food supplies, led a horde of tens of thousands of zombies to besiege the city, and threw a bounty at the starving mob: "Use her flesh and blood to exchange for a bite to eat."
Watching the once-lofty Mother Teresa torn to pieces, kneeling at my feet weeping and begging for mercy, I laughed. Moral blackmail? Sorry, I'm the Zombie King now.

Stacy was set up a one-night stand business with a stranger man to get the medical treatment fee to save her mother. That night took her virginity and got her pregnant. Stacy never touched her husband, until one day she found her crippled husband Harry was involved with another woman. The woman met her and recognized that she was the one that she set up for that one-night stand. When she knew Stacy was pregnant with Harry's child, she tried to kill her and her baby with every means she could. But Stacy didn't know that man who slept with her that night was her husband, nor did Harry know the baby was his, until one day...

For the sake of maintaining her sister’s marriage, Rose was schemed by her mother and sister having slept with her sister’s husband, Vincent.
“Vincent’s drunk now. Come to his place.”
They naively thought they had Vincent fooled so easily. However, who would have thought Vincent had already known their scheme at the very beginning. And he didn’t immediately expose their scheme. Instead, he just cooperated with them to complete their show. One night, Vincent caught the drunk Rose at the bar and brought her to a hotel.
“I’m so hot. Can you help me with the heat?”
“Sure. But don’t regret it.”
“I love you, only you. Not a substitute for your sister.” Vincent gently whispered in her ear and his lips curved in a smile.

A groan vibrates low in my throat as our tongues meet, but I abruptly cease kissing her, and I immediately flip her over onto her hands and knees before I thrust deep inside her again, wasting absolutely no time.

Her gasp of surprise is fast followed by her moans as I hold her hips, driving her back and forth on my dick.

I run my hand down her spine, “Lean down. Put your chest on the bed.” She whimpers as she does what she was told as though she’s driving higher and higher toward that peak with my thrusts. I move one hand to the back of her neck. “Fuck! You’re so wet. So tight. You like this, don’t you? You like my cock.”

She moans at my words, and when I use my free hand to smack her ass several times, she yelps aloud. Still, she pushes back against me, making my cock impale her almost to the brim.

🐺 🐺 🐺

I have just one job.
Break the foul curse that stops me from finding my fated mate.
Find the evil witch. Kill her.
Don’t get involved with anyone in between.

Problem number one?
I had just had a one-night stand with Alicent. And instantly, my cold heart strangely craved to soak in her warmth.
But that’s okay. I will never meet Alicent again.

Problem number two?
I met her again.
She was utterly desperate with her little son, seeking a place to shelter out of nowhere in my packhouse—totally oblivious that I was actually a werewolf.
I knew her son. I helped him when he was accidentally turned into a werewolf, which she’s also unaware of.

Problem number three?
I accidentally called Alicent ‘Mine’!

Zerena has had one rule all her life, never find her mate. The life she leads is dangerous and not her own. Held captive by a scientist, forced to do his bidding alongside 4 others with the same fate. Zerena has always known that if she found her mate it would cause her more trouble than anything else.
As a shadow weaver, she knows nothing but darkness and cruel fates. She's used to danger, but how will she handle love?
[Multiple mates story, lots of steamy scenes.]


"I have to go." The scientist will be waking us up soon. I can't be missing from my room.
"No, wait." He grabbed my hand, causing a strong spark to course through my body. It made me inhale deeply, intoxicating me with his scent.
I pulled my hand away quickly, as if he'd burned me. His eyes widened as he stared at me. He had felt the spark too. He furrowed his brows at me, but I let the shadows start to swallow me, disappearing before him.
"Please, come see me again." Were his last words to me.

Valentina Ríos never believed in fairy tales—especially not the kind written in blood.

When a secret investigation leads her straight to the most feared name in the underworld—the Moretti family—her life spirals into a dangerous game between truth and temptation. Alessio Moretti, the charismatic and lethal heir to the clan, isn’t just her biggest obstacle… he’s also the darkest temptation she’s ever faced.

He doesn’t give warnings.
She doesn’t take orders.

Between sparks of tension, buried secrets, and betrayals disguised as touches, Valentina must decide if her instincts will save her... or lead her straight into his arms.

Because some stories are written in ink.
And others… in fire.

After graduation, Roselyn Smith is confident that she will find a better job to change her home situation and take care of her recently divorced mother Bervelly Smith. Her hopes fall apart when she finds out that her cousin Mia had hooked up with her boyfriend Michael and stole her only chance to get her dream job. Tormented by her horrors, Roselyn takes a late night walk to distress but her horrors intensifies as she faces an unexpected accident on the road, meeting an intimidating billionaire.

"Mommy, can Uncle Carl stay with us tonight for dinner?" Velma asked, giving me those cute puppy eyes of hers, I could hardly say no to.

"And why is that?" I questioned sweetly.

"Because I want to make him my daddy," she giggled.


Alma got herself tangled in a one-night scandal orchestrated by her step-sister and had to secretly marry the Heir of the Harris multi-billionaire company, Carl Harrison, to cover up for her stepsister's crime.

Three years later, Carl and Alma's step-sister reunited, and what did Alma get in return? A divorce file was thrown at her face.

Not knowing Alma was pregnant with his child after humiliating and firing her from his workplace, rendering her completely helpless and almost losing her baby... Alma left the country for good.

Four years later, Alma is back, to take over her family's business after being one of the powerful successors in the business industry.

Alma and Carl crossed paths again, not only did Carl regret his past actions of years back of how he had treated his ex-wife, he started falling for her, and he soon realized she had a four-year-old daughter who looked just like him.

WARNING: TRIGGING SCENES AHEAD!

"You want my forgiveness?" he asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous timbre.

Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.

"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.

My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.

My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...

Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.

Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...

Triffany never expected her life will change after an unpleasant encounter with a
stranger she never knew, this wasn't the life she dreamt of, force into a marriage she did not
sign up for but will things really go well for her after getting married to a wealthy man who
has no love for her.

Thorin had her pinned to the wall, her beautiful eyes covered with an elegant mask. But he knew her. After slowly removing the mask, he gasped, “it’s you!” His breath shuddered. The girl he had been searching for was standing before him.
He could not control himself and placed his mouth on her lips, kissing her with all the love, all the adoration he could muster.


Maeve, a human girl, had a difficult childhood, and then life gave her a chance to get out of that life. She met Thorin Blackridge, the heir of the Blackridge family and had a one-night stand with him. She got pregnant, but when she tried to get help from Thorin, she was met with humiliation and assault.
She made her life on her own and raised her child beautifully. But soon Thorin reappeared in her life. Can she forget the night she was humiliated for getting pregnant? Can she forget that men were sent to kill her child? Or will she fall for Thorin yet again?
But beware, Ozul is lurking in the shadows. He can make everything crumble like a house of cards.

Ivy is a beautiful college girl, everyone wants to touch at least once. Her seduction is enough to pique a boy's desire. She dates a lot of boys, then one day, her uncle appears.
"Uncle, I have a question for you," I said aggressively as I approached him. He responded, "yes, Ivy," without looking at me. He always ignores me in this manner. He considers me to be that little girl. "Uncle, are you gay?" I asked hastily. I think he is. That's why he keeps himself away from me.
"What?" He said, his eyes widening as he heard me.
He asked, "What did you say?" 
"If you aren't, why can't you love me back?" I enticingly asked.

Betrayed and murdered by my fiancé and my best friend, I’ve been given a second chance.

First thing on my list? Find the one man who loved me to the bone—the terrifyingly powerful mafia boss I was promised to—and throw myself into his arms.

Second? Unleash my revenge. Watching my enemies from my past life fall to their knees, I have only one thing to say: "Sorry, but this time, I'm the one ruling as queen."

BOOK 1&2

One, two, three, a cry of pleasure.

Four, five, six, I beg for more.

Seven, eight, nine, I release myself in a devastating orgasm.

After this wonderful fuck, I thank him because I have never been aroused before.


Madison's life is turned upside down when she is sold into sex trafficking by her father, but she finds love with Dimitri Thompson, a Ceo who loves her just the way she is.

As they continue to be together, they face heartbreak, deceit, and danger.

Can their love conquer all?

"Stop talking like that," I said.
"Like what?" He tilted his head slightly, his voice velvet and threat rolled into one. His eyes, sharp and assessing, flicked down to my lips for the briefest second before finding my gaze again.
"You know exactly what I mean," I whispered.
He paused for a moment, his gaze steady, unflinching. Then, in a voice so low it felt like it touched every part of me, he said:
"Because I can't stop thinking about you, Eve."


Eve Callahan never expected was to fall for the one man she could never have—her sister's fiancé.
Roman Hayes is everything she's been searching for. Steady where she's broken, gentle where she's scarred. But their love is the kind that can never see the light. One stolen moment becomes a secret they can't let go of, no matter how much it threatens to ruin them.
Caught between loyalty and desire, Eve must decide: protect the sister who betrayed her… or fight for the love that makes her feel whole again.

"Please. I just want to feel you inside me," Brianna whimpered. "Just a quick fuck. Enter, pound me hard, and then pull out. Nothing more."

Julian stared at the Black Ops soldier begging on his bed. He was a playboy surgeon who treated sex as a game, but her vulnerability shook him.

......................................................................................................

After uncovering a military conspiracy, Navy SEAL Brianna takes a bullet and hides at Dr. Julian Broody’s mansion.

Haunted by a tragic past, Brianna avoids intimacy. But living under the same roof, the chemistry between the broken soldier and the doctor ignites into a purely physical arrangement.

Julian thought she was just a temporary distraction. But as assassins close in on Brianna, the playboy realizes he has broken his only rule: he's fallen in love.

Can he heal her heart before her enemies end her life?

“Spread your legs for me, Sophie! “ He orders and I obey.

I feel his body rest on top of mine, fitting his body to mine. I feel his cock touch my entrance and slide in slowly, making me moan with pleasure.

“Ahhh... Steven, that's so... good!”

“Look at me!” he whispers.

I stare at him, rolling my hips to feel him caress me even more.

"You're hot, more perfect than I imagined," Steven says in a husky voice.


Sophie Madison discovered her husband's betrayal, and in an effort to soothe her emotions, she went to bar that evening. There, she encountered Steven Wolker, a charming billionaire. They were drawn to each other and indulged in perfect passion.

After the night had passed, Sophie intended to leave, Sophie Madison found out she had been betrayed by her husband, and that night she went to Club 98 to clear her head. There, she met Steven Walker, a charismatic billionaire. They were attracted to each other and lost themselves in a night of perfect intimacy.

After the night was over, Sophie intended to leave, but Steven Wolker asked her to become his contract wife.

"My name is enough for people to sweat."
~Silvio Salvatore

"I was the player, now I'm a game."

~Silvio Salvatore

"Nowadays, love has became like a maid, she comes, rings the bell, does her work and shoes away."
~Sadie Quintin

"He was a sin, and I committed him."
~Sadie Quintin


Whose heart is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his heart a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The heart is angry, sharp and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled


Story contain mature language
Mature content along with themes related to violence and sex.

In a tale woven with friendship and heartbreak, Melissa and Lydia, two university freshmen who had been inseparable for over eleven years, find themselves facing unforeseen and tragic circumstances. Eager to explore the realms of romance, their innocent quest for true love takes a dark and twisted turn as they stumble upon secrets that were meant to remain buried. The shocking revelation leads to a horrific event—the untimely death of Lydia—leaving Melissa reeling under the weight of grief and devastation.

The loss of her lifelong friend not only shatters Melissa’s world but also draws her family into a web of sorrow and despair. As she grapples with the pain of betrayal and heartache, the shocking truth about Lydia's killer emerges—a person so entwined in Melissa’s life that she could never have anticipated their role in this tragedy. This revelation plunges her into a perilous situation that nearly claims her own life, forcing Melissa to confront the haunting question: what could love truly be when it comes hand in hand with such profound suffering?