269 Book(s) Related to cry no more charlie wilson

I've caught my fiancé Henry cheating ninety-nine times. And every single time, I forgave him.

That's because I have this rare condition—short-term memory loss. Every morning, I wake up with no memory of what happened the day before.

But then, out of nowhere, a car accident actually cured me.

I was so excited. I rushed over to tell Henry the good news, but stopped cold when I heard him outside the door, joking around with his friends:

"Didn't Judy get sick because she walked in on you and Kenna having sex?"

I'm the only daughter of a mafia leader. I married Marco, an outsider, against my father's wishes.

Six months ago, my father died in a car accident. Marco took over part of the family business. One day when I was feeling down, I passed through the slums and saved a girl named Gianna who was being beaten for stealing food. I took her in as my assistant and treated her like a sister.

But when I was six months pregnant, I walked into the company break room and found Gianna in lingerie, seducing Marco.

I ordered my guards to send her back to the slums immediately.

Marco tried to plead for her. I cut him off coldly: "I don't want to see her again."

He went silent for a moment but didn't oppose my decision.

Over the next three months, Marco seemed warm and caring on the surface but grew increasingly distant. I thought he was just busy with work and decided to help him after the baby was born.

My due date is this week.

Last night, Marco lulled me to sleep like always, his voice so gentle.

But now when I wake up, I find myself lying in the middle of a deserted forest.

And my husband, holding Gianna whom I had sent away, looked at me arrogantly and said, "Since you love sending people away so much, I suppose it shouldn't be a problem for me to send you here to give birth, should it?"

No one would believe that Lorenzo Moretti's wife—the mafia Don's wife—

had to kneel in his study and beg him to approve three hundred thousand dollars to save her brother's life.

All because he thought a woman from Brooklyn's slums needed constant reminding of her place.

Just last night, kidnappers sent photos of my brother's severed finger, and I got on my knees begging him to sign that goddamn form.

His trusted advisor Sofia stamped "REJECTED" in red ink, sneering: "Insufficient proof."

Lorenzo didn't know I endured this humiliation because I once loved him.

Now Sofia told me my brother was dead, dumped in the Hudson River.

I don't need to be his caged canary anymore.

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...

In a world where werewolves rule with an iron fist, Fiona Lawson's existence is defined by pain and struggle. Abused, bullied, and considered nothing more than a slave and omega, she endures a life devoid of hope and love. But when fate intertwines her path with Sebastian Rossi, an alpha lycan king and ruthless billionaire CEO of a mafia empire, their shared history of rejection and secrets collide.

Fiona, as a human and wolfless, carries a secret within her—a secret pregnancy borne from a forbidden past. As she becomes a target of a clandestine organisation seeking powerful werewolf offspring, Fiona's life takes a treacherous turn. Caught between danger and desire, she finds herself drawn closer to Sebastian, their forced proximity reigniting emotions they thought long buried.

But the path to redemption is paved with unforeseen twists. Fiona discovers an unexpected strength within herself, awakening dormant lycan abilities that challenge the very essence of her existence. As her power grows, she becomes entangled in a web of intrigue, manipulation, and the allure of a reverse harem—werewolf twins, triplets, or even quadruplets, each vying for her heart.

In this dark and sensual tale, her journey transcends mere survival. From a victim of circumstance, she emerges as a force to be reckoned with, embracing her inner power and defying the odds stacked against her. As she battles enemies and confronts her past, Fiona learns the true meaning of love, loyalty, and the courage to forge her destiny.

"The Redemption" is an alluring blend of werewolf fantasy, mafia intrigue, and tantalising romance. Dive into a world where second chances, secret pregnancies, and the allure of a reverse harem take centre stage. Will Fiona's resiliency and the ruthless charm of Sebastian be enough to overcome the trials they face?

“Why would I mate with a useless Omega like you? you have caused misfortune upon misfortunes on your pack and several other packs due to what you did and now you want to mate with me?
I would never mate you, the moon goddess is trying to punish me but I wouldn’t take you for anything.
You would always remain without a mate. You have been condemned and there’s nothing I can do about being your fated mate.” He said, and my world was left broken all my life.
I had thought about the day when I would meet my fated mate and how happy I would be with him after but now that he has rejected me what would I do?


Blair, a weak omega of a small pack the Crescent Moon pack is chosen as the one to be sacrificed to the moon goddess in a ceremony that the werewolves believe in.
Though heartbroken, Blair accepts her ill fate, but on the day of the ceremony her father disrupts the ceremony, refusing to let Blair be sacrificed in a ceremony he doesn’t believe in.
What he fails to understand is that there are consequences for his actions!!
When chaos and disaster struck each pack, Blair became the scapegoat, blamed by all for the deaths across each pack; everyone believes she has been cursed by the moon goddess for failing to complete the ceremony.
When Blair loses her father too, she blames herself more and believes she is truly cursed.
With various rival packs planning to take over her pack, Blair must find a way to save herself and her pack.
Her father's Beta arranges for her hand in marriage to Alpha Zoran, an aging Alpha willing to wed Emery and save her pack.
After weighing her options, Blair agrees to the arranged marriage but on the day of her wedding tragedy strikes again.
Alpha Luther, the cruelest Alpha that everyone feared disrupts her wedding and kills her betrothed.
Though their wolves recognize their fated mate bond, Alpha Luther cruelly rejects Blair, he blames her for the death across all packs, takes over her pack and drags her to his pack as his slave.
However, as the strange occurrence persists, Blair suspects there may be more to the calamity that had befallen them than the eye sees.
Will Alpha Luther and Blair put aside their differences to confront this new threat together or allow the darkness to consume them both?

My daughter was taken by rogues, and my husband didn't care.

But when his childhood friend went missing in another attack, he spared no expense searching for her.

I searched for our daughter alone. When I died in the wilderness, I'd been looking for fifty years.

As I bled out that day, I had only one thought—I'm sorry, Lily. I'm so sorry I couldn't find you.

Then I opened my eyes and found myself fifty years in the past, the night before the nightmare began.

I found my husband's vasectomy certificate while sorting medical bills. The procedure was done a year ago. But I was six months pregnant now.

I stared at the date on the paper and my hand just... stopped. I kept checking it again and again, but it was still the same. I was freaking out. I looked down at my bump showing through this baggy sweater, and my hands started shaking.

I got in my car and drove straight to my husband's private club. I needed answers about this, now.

A month before my boyfriend Samuel and I were supposed to get married, he asked me to let another woman wear my wedding dress and move into my house.

It all started three months ago when his "old friend" Dahlia returned from overseas, supposedly with less than a year to live. A week ago, Samuel told me that Dahlia's dying wish was to become a bride before she passed away, and he was the chosen groom.

I kept saying no. But he brought it up every single day, insisting he had to help Dahlia because she had helped him when his company was in crisis three years ago, and he needed to fulfill her wish.

I was furious.

But in the end, I gave up the house and left him.

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

Everyone knows how much Gideon Moretti loves his wife Isabella.

We built this empire together—from street enforcers to rulers of all five boroughs of New York. He promised me the world.

I believed him.

For five years, I took bullets for him. Bled for him. Sacrificed everything so he could become the king of this city.

Then, just days before our fifth anniversary—on the same day I found out I was pregnant—I saw a video.

Gideon, in a bridal boutique, his hand on another woman's waist. Helping her choose a wedding dress.

Daisy. His first love.

Turns out, she's been back for two months. Every "business trip" he took? He was with her.

I made my decision that night. I would leave. Take our baby and disappear.

My child would not grow up in a house built on lies.

I was at my favorite artist's concert, phone up, recording the Kiss Cam segment. My boyfriend Mason said he was three hours away having dinner at his parents' house and couldn't make it, even sent me a selfie as proof.

Then the Kiss Cam found him.

On the giant screen, Mason wore the exact same gray vintage rock tee and black ripped jeans from his "family dinner photo," his arm around a blonde girl with her head on his shoulder.

The arena erupted: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

He looked like he'd seen a ghost, frantically trying to block the camera.

My phone's location alert read: "Mason is nearby (0.1 miles)."

Three years of us, exposed as a massive lie in front of thousands of cheering strangers.

Seven years ago, Alpha Matthew's fiancée Elvira ran off with another alpha. I was just his assistant back then, harboring a secret crush but never imagining we could be together.

That night I picked him up from the bar. He was drunk and had been drugged. One night later I was pregnant, and Matthew became convinced I was the one who drugged him, that I'd schemed my way into becoming his luna. He hated me, but still gave me the title of secret mate. No mating ceremony, just a contract. My son and I lived in the guest wing of his estate for seven years.

Last night he drunkenly spun Liam around in circles. My son thought he was finally being accepted. But I heard the name Matthew was murmuring—Elvira. She was coming back, with her son.

I held my transfer request to the Eastern Region. This time, we're done waiting.

Humans aren't supposed to survive carrying a vampire's child. The immortal blood drains you dry.

Valentine was a pureblood vampire Duke. I was just a mortal. But I was stupid enough to think love was stronger than biology.

Four years ago, I tore myself apart on the birthing bed to bring a half-blood into this world, only to wake up staring at Valentine’s back.

His late father’s favorite concubine, Cecilia, had already snatched my baby from the cradle. And my husband acquiesced to it all.

"He looks just like me," Cecilia purred, tracing my newborn's cheek. "Thank you for giving birth to my son."

Then she tossed a blood jade onto my sheets, like I was some cheap baby-making machine.

I didn't take the payoff. I grabbed the heavy stone and hurled it straight at Valentine’s face.

For four agonizing years, I fought to get my baby back. I hired mercenaries, rogues, and shadow-smugglers, bleeding myself dry to breach the Duke’s estate. Every single attempt failed.

Until tonight. A terrified servant smuggled out a whisper that stopped my heart: Cecilia had fed my son "diluted holy water"—a twisted sacrament meant to literally burn the human half out of his organs.

I didn't hire anyone this time. I tore through the gates myself. I took a guard’s spear through the shoulder and let cursed brambles shred my arms to the bone, just to drag my dying boy out of a burning greenhouse.

But when the agonizing pain of the holy water woke him, Luke looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"It’s your fault! It’s your filthy human blood!" My four-year-old son spat the words like venom. "Mother Cecilia says if we just burn out this curse, I can be the true heir! If it weren't for you, Father would have claimed me by now! I hate you!"

I froze.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a raw, inhuman scrape. "Call me Mom one last time, and I'll walk out of your life forever."

The biggest mistake of my life was falling in love with my childhood best friend, Cole Blackwood.

I grew up with Cole. He was my childhood best friend. When my mom died in a car accident in high school, his mother Lillian, my mom's best friend, saw that my stepmother didn't like me and took me in. She arranged our engagement. Cole protected me from bullies in high school. I fell for him. We secretly married at eighteen.

Shortly after the wedding, he was kidnapped. That's when everything fell apart. I threw myself off a cliff to draw the kidnappers away and save him. I was in a coma for three months. But when I came back to him, weak and broken, he thought some woman named Sophia Vanderbilt had saved him instead. He started hating me for "abandoning him" and grew cold. I tried to explain. He only believed what Sophia told him. My words meant nothing. 

Cole wanted to divorce me, but his parents refused to allow it. I refused too. Sophia drugged him to get pregnant and trap him into marriage, but he stumbled into the wrong room. He slept with me instead. I got pregnant. She faked videos to make him think they'd been together. She forged evidence that I'd cheated. He wouldn't listen to a word I said. 

Then we were both kidnapped and held hostage on a rooftop. Cole chose to save Sophia. I fell. I lost the baby. After Sophia was rescued, she went to the hospital for a checkup. They found leukemia. She needed a bone marrow transplant. I was the only match, but after everything, my body was too weak. Cole used the "debt" I owed his family to force me to donate. 

I refused. Sophia "died." Cole locked me in a psychiatric hospital and tortured me until I died. 

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he demanded my bone marrow. This time, looking at his desperate eyes, I said yes and decided to divorce him and leave him for good.

I died the night I refused to postpone the engagement party.

The morning after my death, my parents were still having breakfast with my sister Blair, excitedly planning her award ceremony.

Before I died, the only person who answered my desperate call was my mother. I was being chased by kidnappers at the time, and I begged her to save me, telling her I was dying. But she said, "Stop being so dramatic! You're just trying to get our attention. If you want to die so badly, then go ahead and die."

That was my last call for help before the line went dead, and then I was struck by a car.

I lay on that dark road, bleeding profusely. They thought I was just sulking, hiding away to get attention. They thought if they ignored me, I would come back and apologize to them.

They didn't know I was already dead.

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

I've been with Michael for five years, stood by him as he clawed his way up from nobody to mafia boss.

He promised me we'd get to city hall and make it official once he made it to the top, and today's supposed to be the day we finally register our marriage.

He's already postponed our registration eight times before because of his first love, Yvaine Price.

This is attempt number nine, and I'm not giving him a tenth.

In my past life, the night before the National Cheerleading Championship finals, my "best friend" Lily, the scholarship student I'd been sponsoring, handed me a brownie she claimed she'd "baked herself."

She knew I had a deadly peanut allergy. Yet she'd loaded it with concentrated peanut butter.

When I collapsed on the locker room floor, hives erupting across my skin, my throat swelling shut until I couldn't make a sound, Lily just covered her mouth and nestled into my boyfriend Liam's arms, whimpering: "I'm so sorry, Chloe. I'm such an idiot. I mixed up the peanut butter with chocolate... you won't blame me, right?"

Of course I blamed you.

The quarterback I'd loved for three years didn't call 911. Instead, he frowned down at me convulsing on the ground.

"Chloe, stop faking, okay?" Liam's voice dripped with annoyance. "Lily already apologized. Why do you have to put on this dramatic show to scare her? You're always so controlling."

Controlling?

My airway was closing. My lungs were on fire. I was dying, and I couldn't force out a single word to tell him.

They didn’t call an ambulance until I stopped moving, but by the time it got there, it was too late. I was already dead.

When the police questioned him, Liam gave false testimony to protect Lily. He claimed I was afraid of losing the competition, so I tried to use an allergic reaction to avoid competing, but accidentally ingested too much of the allergen and died.

The man who said he loved me let me die with the reputation of a coward.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on that day.

When my CEO husband threatens divorce for the 99th time, this time trying to force me to hand over a million-dollar project to his assistant Chloe, I finally stop fighting.
I give him the project without a word.
He's thrilled. Thinks I've finally accepted my place. To reward me, he announces we'll throw a grand celebration for our fifth wedding anniversary.
Chloe finds out and falls apart. Locks herself in the supply closet. Can't bear the thought of watching us celebrate five years of marriage.
Arthur panics. Suddenly the anniversary party becomes a "client dinner" he can't reschedule. He'll take Chloe instead—she's been handling that account, after all.
"You understand how business works," he tells me. "We can celebrate privately later."
I see the photo she posts: Chloe in the restaurant he booked for us, wearing the dress he picked out, his hand covering hers across the table.
I tell him I understand.
He's satisfied. Promises we'll do something even better next month.
He doesn't know I've resigned. Doesn't know he signed the divorce papers three days ago when I slipped them into his contract stack.
We don't have a next month.

"You can do more than saying sorry." He raised my chin up, his eyes boring into mine.

"H..how?"

His lips lifted up into a cocky smirk. "By showing action."

My face squeezed into a small frown, then a scoff followed suit. "You mean by getting down on my knees?"

"Sounds better coming from you." He brushed his thumb on my lips, startling me a bit. My heart picked up its pace.

His eyes flickered between my eyes and lips, "sure I want you to get on your knees, Kinky, and use your pretty mouth...but not to apologize." He pushed his thumb forward, parting my lips open.

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‎Deprived of parental love. ‎Subjected to being her sister's shadow. What Uriel didn't expect was to be a pawn in Ryder Connell's sick game.
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‎What started as a bully relationship because 'the golden boy' couldn't take rejection, pivoted into something dangerously emotional only to crash because it wasn't mutual.
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A bet. That was all it was to Ryder.
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‎Uriel is devastated but that's not all. Her sister was going to stop at nothing until Uriel burned to the ground. Uriel has reached rock bottom and is ready to fight back. But what if she was bound to fail from the beginning?

‎"By next week, your heart should fetch me my money. But I'd like for you to do something for me first... sign the consent form, Madison Turner."
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‎It wasn't a question. It was an order.
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‎*_*
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‎Not all devils had tails and horns.
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‎Alessandro Bianchi was the perfect example - a devil wrapped in the body of a Greek God. He is breathtakingly beautiful on the outside, but ruthless in his dealings.
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‎One debt. One reckless deal.
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‎Now, my soul was tied to a monster who refuses to let me go. A man who wants to own every inch of me, my blood and my body.
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‎Until -
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‎I became his worst nightmare. The daughter of the man he swore to wipe out his entire lineage. I was the blood of his greatest enemy.
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‎What were the odds he’d spare her life when he found out her true identity? Or would he eventually realize that the only thing more dangerous than his hate... was the way he craved his enemy's daughter?
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‎Dive into a world of obsession, blood feuds, and forbidden desire. A journey of secrets, lies and deadly truths.
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Lucien contributed, “I can be. I will put this in order. Be thou my Luna.”
“No,” she said.
Lucien drew his eyes together. “Why not?”
She said, “Because I am not your second chance. I will start by myself.”
Aria was born at the very bottom of the pack hierarchy and had spent her whole life serving these people who stepped on her, and particularly the Alpha King, Lucien Nightfall, a ruthless and highly influential king that could not tolerate any feebleness in his kingdom.
However, when it comes time to make the revelations of the Moon Rite, when mated pairs are unveiled under the full moon, everything is crushed.
Aria is predetermined with the Alpha King Lucien.
In front of the whole kingdom, he turns her away, and instead brings a mighty she-wolf of a noble family.
Aria sinks in brokenness; she vanishes, but does not die.
Instead, She evolves.
When her death is changed into life again by the fix of Fate :more potent, more beautiful, more mysterious, Lucien has to confront a frightful fact:
He has possibly disliked his mate…
But the Moon has made her Queen.
And now, she is back, waiting for no one now, not even love, seeking revenge.

Be my imperfection is a reverse harem in the year 2050 after a failed experiment lead to the destruction of the world where humans were prey to mutants/ vampires. World leaders were killed and humans were seperated into categories and ranks and sent to compounds to get killed or used.
The world is dominated by five unique vampires who fall in love with a human girl who is not pretty since she was scarred for life by her own sister and her billionaire family reproaches her.
The story will go from sad and painful to hurt and challenging. Secrets will be uncover and each character will have a role to play and the plan that they had will be ruined due to that.

"Let me go,"

He leaned down until his face was in my neck. He trailed the tip of his nose up my neck, "I can't, little red. Not so soon."

I bit my lips, holding back my shallow breaths.

"What -" my words slammed back into my throat, dying down, when his hand groped my thigh.

"I'm going to keep moving my hands up until my finger is soaked with your juice, little red." He spoke softly, trailing his hands up, slowly.

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A dare to make out with the hottest biker.

That was all it was supposed to be.

Hell, I wasn't even supposed to see him again ever in my life - I mean, wasn't it why we made out with strangers?

But nope. There he was... sitting directly opposite me at a family dinner, staring deep into my soul with the most cocky smirk I had ever seen in my life, sending cold shivers down my spine.

Who would've thought my one-time playmate would be my STEPBROTHER. God have mercy!

Now, Sinn and I shared a dirty secret and he was never going to let me live it down. Worse, I couldn't get that moment out of my head - not when it felt so steamy, yet so wrong.

But I had promised myself that Sinn was Off-limit. I couldn't like my Stepbrother. Never.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he murmured against my ear. "But if you don't..."
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.


Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.

He chuckled, low and dark, as my hands betrayed me, reaching out to trace the lines of his tattoos. The ink was warm beneath my fingertips, the patterns intricate-some sharp and angular, others flowing like water. I followed the path down his chest, my nails scraping lightly over his abs, feeling the way they tensed under my touch. My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, my movements clumsy with need. The zipper gave way with a sharp snik, and I pushed the
denim and the briefs down his hips, my breath hitching as his cock sprang free.

Thick. Heavy. Veined. The head was already slick with pre-cum, glistening under the dim light. I swallowed hard, my thighs pressing together involuntarily,trying to quell the ache between my legs, but it only intensified, a throbbing reminder of my body's betrayal.

It was larger than she'd imagined, There's no way that's fitting inside me. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.

He noticed. Of course he did. His gaze darkened, his lips curling as he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off.

"Like what you see, little hybrid?”


Lyra Soren is a rare vampire-wolf hybrid, hunted and alone… until the deadly Alpha King, Darius Kade, claims her as his mate. Their bond is fierce, forbidden, and irresistible, pulling them into a web of desire, betrayal, and blood-soaked secrets. Survival will mean facing enemies, uncovering dark family truths, and surrendering to the man she hates—and wants.

Roxy Elliot is fed up with her non-existent love life. She is dying to turn in her V-card, but no matter how often she throws herself at a man, it never goes anywhere. If she didn't know any better, she might think she was cursed. Now, though, she's just been tapped to take her turn as the caretaker of the family business--a safehouse that caters to paranormal beings. She knows nothing about their next client, but the minute she sees him, she knows she's in trouble.Donovan Warren is a battle-worn dragon who has danger on his trail. He needs a safehouse, and he needs it now, but the minute he meets the caretaker, he recognizes the risk. She's a maiden, and everyone knows dragons can't resist maidens. What everyone doesn't know--it's a dragon's lust that makes him lose control. Now, he has to resist the beautiful temptation of a woman who drives him to distraction in order to keep them both safe.Yet, when someone…or something…threatens Roxy, Donovan soon finds himself embroiled in a situation he never saw coming. Thanks to a promise to a purple-haired pixie, he will fight to the death to protect the maiden who could be his destruction...or his salvation…as he becomes the Dragon Next Door.

Ivy Carter's life is about to take a drastic turn. A college student with a normal routine, she is unaware of the shadows that lurk in the city. But when she catches the eye of Alpha Damian Blackthorn, the most powerful and feared man in town, her world is turned upside down. As his fated mate, Ivy's drawn into a world of danger and desire, where two ruthless predators, Damian and vampire CEO Lucien D'Amato will stop at nothing to claim her.
With her life hanging in the balance, Ivy must navigate this treacherous new world and decide her own fate.
Will she find love, or become a pawn in their deadly game?"

“Not so fast, carrot head. The party just started,” Alex said. “You're like a little pest… why are we always drawn to you?” Austin asked.
“I sure am,” Alex smiled. Now I was sandwiched between them, my heart racing so fast I felt like I was going to pass out.
“Leave me alone!” I screamed and tried to run. But I was trapped. Before I realized it, Austin crashed his lips into mine. My mind almost exploded. I had never kissed anyone before.
I felt Alex, who was behind me, shove his hand beneath my chest, cupping my breast with his large hand while he moaned. I fought with all my might.
What was going on? Why were they doing this? Didn't they hate me?


Stormi, once a nobody-wants omega, found herself at the center of a tale spun by the moon goddess.Four notorious wolves known for their bad-boy antics and her bullies, were destined to be her mates.

"You fucking still love her!" I yelled, holding back my tears. "All you do is see what she wants you to see" I poked his chest.

"Vanessa, I don't..."

"You don't what?" I dared him.

"I don't... I don't know what you're saying" He stuttered.

"You're not even sure." I shook my head. "Would you choose me over her?"

"Vanessa..." Richard called out

"Answer me!" I yelled

"I don't know okay? I don't know!" He yelled back.

"That's what I thought" I laughed painfully, grabbing my things and running out of the house.


Vanessa Willow, a well known event planner in her city crossed path with Richard Blackwood, a CEO of a Tech Invention Company. They didn't start on good footing since Richard portrayed himself initially as an egoistical, perverted and annoying client. All Vanessa wanted was to be done with the project that brought them to be together but Richard wanted more.

A night together leads to a tragic event in the life of Vanessa. Vanessa lost everything including herself but she had only one reason to keep pushing. She knew she wouldn't have trusted the Rich Billionaire. She thought she knew him better but it turned out she didn't. Where does she go from here? Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel? Will she be able to heal? Will she overcome this phase? Is she willing to forgive despite the fact that she has forgotten?

But first of all, What exactly happened between them?

I guess we'll read to find out.

"Ember Hart, don't even think about escaping!" Asher growled, his grip tightening ruthlessly on my chin. "It’s only been how long since the rejection? Has your body already forgotten me? Liar."
The sheer, terrifying heat of his massive, vein-ridged length slapped against my face.
"Don't even dream of leaving me, baby. You can only be mine."
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I’m Ember.
For three years, I’ve been Asher’s Luna.
I always believed I could never warm his heart because he was born cold, distant, and incapable of love.
Then I saw him accompanying Chloe to her prenatal appointments.
For the first time, I watched him treat a woman with such tenderness and care. He noticed every little discomfort, shielded her from every hardship, and couldn’t bear to see her upset for even a second.
That was when I finally understood.
It wasn’t that Asher didn’t know how to love.
He simply didn’t love me.
Heartbroken, I accepted the truth and left the pack, carrying the secret of our child with me.
But when fate brought us together again, Asher stood before me with bloodshot eyes and a shattered voice. “Ember, I was wrong…” “Please.” “Come back to me.”

“Say my name, Cecilia.” Felix commanded.

“Please... Felix, please...” Cecilia sobbed. She held onto his powerful frame, completely consumed by him.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to see the raw desire in his eyes.

“Don’t think about him. Not now. Remember who is making you feel like this—it's me.”

——

Years ago, Cecilia had sacrificed everything for Miles. She tolerated his coldness and his family's abuse, only to find him fking his mistress in their own home.

She just said, "Let's divorce."

She walked away with nothing but emotional scars, and the world laughed at the "abandoned wife." They predicted she would crawl back. Instead, she was swept up by the most powerful CEO in the city, Felix, who was ready to give her the world—and delicious revenge.

For six years, Violet lived in the shadow of "Auntie Quinn," receiving only coldness from her husband, Adrian, and resentment from her son. When she finally breaks, she waives all rights and starts over. Reborn as a power player, Violet is cold and distant. Her son, panicked, fakes illness to see her, only for her to coolly send him back. When suitors swarm her, Adrian snaps. He confronts her, asserting his dominance and intimacy. "No one knows you like this," he says, using his physical connection to reignite her past love, even as she reminds him they are divorced. “No,” he vows, “I never signed.” As she plans her escape from their renewed obsession, her son cries for her, and Adrian begs, "Choose me... please, choose me."

Serena Valente was born cursed—and now the Black Oath Pack claims her. Her bloodline carries a prophecy: her child will reshape the shifter world. To them, she is prey. To Luca Tharros, the ruthless Alpha known as the Butcher, she is the ultimate prize—marked by fire, bound by chains, and claimed by blood.

But Serena refuses to kneel. Her defiance sparks a dangerous obsession in Luca and draws the attention of Rafe, the loyal Beta whose desire threatens the fragile balance of loyalty and temptation. Meanwhile, enemies within the pack—Tirra, the scorned former consort, and Lazek, a vengeful wolf—conspire to destroy her before her power rises.

As poisons seep and battles rage, Serena awakens the wolf within—the fierce, untamed queen she was meant to be. Each act of resistance tests loyalty, ignites desire, and reshapes the pack.

Bound by prophecy, blood, and fire, Serena must decide: remain Luca’s chained mate—or rise as the Alpha Queen her blood demands. In the Black Oath Pack, claiming power comes at a cost—and desire can be as lethal as betrayal.

(Don't open this novel lightly, or you'll become addicted and be unable to stop reading for three days and nights...)
She’s masquerading madness to track down her missing mentor.
He’s playing the ultimate survival game by acting brainless.
Their marriage is supposed to be pure business – until explosive chemistry detonates every carefully built boundary.
**
Catherine, the genius pharmacologist moonlighting as a ditzy socialite.
Richard, the razor-sharp heir pretending to be a paralyzed puppet CEO.
Bound by a marriage contract, they bury their secrets deeper than CIA files. But when late-night "research sessions" turn into panting encounters against lab equipment, their charade starts crumbling faster than a cookie in milk.
**
"Grandpa’s demanding a great-grandkid." Richard cages her against the wall, his thumb brushing her parted lips. "How about we... experiment with some hands-on biology?"
As Catherine limps away clutching her aching hips, one thought burns brighter than her mortification: Who the hell said Richard was paralyzed?

The person I loved most—Sebastian, the youngest judge in history, sent me to prison himself.
During those three years, all my pride was worn away.
After my release, my family was ruined, and with nowhere to live, I could only become a lowly bar hostess.
Fate brought Sebastian and me together again.
He looked coldly at my exposed mini-skirt, gripped my waist tightly, and said through gritted teeth, "Gloria, who gave you permission to work here?"
I flashed a seductive smile, enticing him. "Sir, a bottle of wine? And I'm all yours tonight."

Ethan, shirtless and dominant, pressed Anna down. His large hand climbed onto her soft, tender breast, teasing and kneading with expert precision.

Anna gasped, her breath coming in shallow hitches. "I can't take it... give it to me."

Ethan flipped her over. His predatory heat rubbed relentlessly between her butt cheeks before his swollen, purple-red member lunged into her from behind.

"Anna Rivers," Ethan growled. "Even if we divorce, you’ll spend the rest of your life moaning under me."

—

Anna never expected she’d have to design wedding rings for her husband, Ethan, and his "true love." Then came the divorce papers.

She signed without hesitation, cutting off her feelings, hiding her pregnancy test, and fleeing abroad.

Years later, she was thriving and surrounded by suitors. But Ethan had changed. He stalked her, obsessed, begging with bloodshot eyes for one more chance.

Suddenly, her little one stepped out, blocked his path, and put hands on tiny hips. "You want to date my Mommy? Get in line!"

"Emily Johnson, don't even think about escaping!" Alex growled, gripping her chin.

Emily’s cheeks flushed crimson, her voice stubborn. "Aren't you just unwilling to let go?"

Alex sneered, "How long has it been since the divorce, and you've already forgotten the rules? Your body remembers me well enough. Now, take it."

His massive, vein-ridged member, terrifying in size and radiating heat, slapped against Emily’s face.

Alex let out a cold laugh. "Don't even dream of leaving me, baby. You can only be mine."

——

During their three-year contract marriage, Emily thought she couldn't warm Alex’s heart because he was naturally cold. It wasn't until she saw him accompanying Grace to a prenatal checkup—treating her with such tenderness that he couldn't bear to see her suffer even a slight grievance—that Emily finally understood. He wasn't incapable of love; he just didn't love her.

Emily calmly signed the divorce papers and took her own pregnancy report with her when she left.

But after Emily vanished completely, Alex went insane, scouring the entire city for her.

When they finally met again, Alex’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse. "Emily, I was wrong... please, come back to me."

Dirt buried my broken body inch by inch, suffocating me.

"Don't blame me for being heartless, Olivia. Blame your own naivety!" Samantha White’s voice hissed above me like a viper.

Then came her smug confession. She was the one who swapped my father’s emergency medicine. She drove my mother to jump to her death with fake photos of an affair. Even my brother’s fatal racing accident was her handiwork. Rage consumed me; I wanted to tear her limb from limb, but her next words killed my spirit entirely.

"Your fiancé, John, used the money from your sold kidney to buy my engagement ring. We've been together all along."

The cold earth fell, and my world went dark.

Then, I woke up. I was back at my nineteenth birthday gala. John was right there, cornering me, demanding I apologize for pushing Catherine into the pool. This time, I didn't back down. The schemes and the hatred of my past life—I’m going to make you pay it all back, with interest.

"You're just a convenient substitute, Lyra. Whether I'm marking you or fucking you, I'm thinking of Seraphina."

The four-year mate bond was about to end, and Dorian’s cruel words broke my heart. The alpha heir I had foolishly fallen for pushed me against a rough tree, his amber eyes burning with disgust.

"Now, do what you're supposed to." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis, hot and heavy, a thick vein pulsing along its length.

As he started to thrust his hips, I opened my mouth, taking him deeper inside.

I tried to pull back, gasping for air, but his hand shot out and clamped tightly on the back of my head. He shoved my head forward violently, the sudden motion nearly choking me.

"Mine," his wolf snarled. "You are completely mine, and you must learn to obey, whether it's sucking my cock or accepting my rejection."

--

As the daughter of the murdered Shadow Pack Alpha, Lyra Nightfall has endured four years of loveless arranged bonding with Dorian Blackthorne, heir to Moon Shadow Bay's most powerful pack. She believed her rare healing abilities and unwavering devotion might be enough to win his love.

She was wrong.

The alpha treated her like a burden, counting the days until he could cast her aside and mate with his true fated mate, Seraphina.

But fate had other plans. Unbeknownst to Dorian, Lyra held the key to his true redemption.

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For a whole year, Aurora waited for a cornea transplant. Her husband, Oliver, stole it at the last second for his mistress, Claire. Twelve unanswered calls later, Aurora caught him at the hospital, tenderly accompanying Claire to her prenatal checkup.

Aurora begged him to stay, however, Oliver merely threw the divorce papers right into her face. She signed in ten seconds flat and walked away. When her toxic sister-in-law came to mock her, Aurora ripped her to shreds.

Everyone expected Aurora to crawl back crying. Instead, she listed her wedding ring on a pawn site, packed her bags, and vanished.

She left without a backward glance. So why is the man who signed those papers in a furious rage suddenly turning back?

Chained in a dark basement and abused for three years, Evie finally escaped. Returning home, she saw her sister, Vivian, surrounded by a crowd, blowing out candles on a five-layer cake.

——

Kidnapped by a gang, Evie endured three years of hell. She discovered that it was all orchestrated by Vivian, whose goal was to make her completely disappear from this world.

Heaven-rending hatred outweighed despair. Having cheated death and returned to the Vance family, her adoptive parents avoided her like the plague, and her fiancé was already with Vivian.

Evie didn't care at all. She would return the suffering she endured twofold. With careful planning at every step, she took over the Vance Group, transforming from someone universally loathed into a universally worshipped multi-faceted boss—she possessed countless hidden identities.

Even the fiancé who had once betrayed her knelt before her, begging for forgiveness.

Evie gave a seductive smile, "My apologies. I am already with your CEO cousin. You should call me your cousin-in-law now."

"All your plots to kill me are useless. I only need my hands to end you." Luca dragged his fingers across my skin, relishing the fear that made my body tremble.

"Say 'Yes.' Stop thinking about murder, baby. You need to focus on me."

He pulled me onto him, his hips driving a primal rhythm. When his large hand found me, relentlessly rubbing, my cries became a shameless symphony of pleasure. "My little wildcat, my bride... you're still so captivating," he whispered with a satisfied smile.


To save her family, Sophia is sold to Luca Vittorio, a bloodthirsty Mafia Prince notorious for his cruelty and insatiable appetites. He's sleeping with other women even on their engagement day. Sophia plans to play the obedient bride, gain power, and escape. But the deeper she falls into his dangerous world, the more she realizes she's sinking—heart and soul—into the deadly allure of the one man she swore to destroy.

When a one-night stand awakens something ancient, there’s no walking away.

Clara Reynolds doesn’t do reckless. Not anymore. But one impulsive night with a stranger in a small-town bar leaves her with more than memories she can’t shake—it leaves her body changing in ways she can’t explain. Her senses sharpen. Her dreams burn with heat. And she can’t escape the feeling that she’s being watched.

Daniel Blackwood isn’t just a man—he’s a bear shifter, bound by instinct and fate. The moment he touched Clara, he knew she was his fated mate. And when he scented the life blooming inside her, he swore to protect her… even if she never knows the truth. But Clara’s unclaimed bond has made her a target, and other predators can smell what’s his.

Now Daniel is running out of time. To keep her safe, he’ll have to step out of the shadows and into her life—for good. But telling her the truth might cost him the one thing he’s fought his whole life to find.

"She doesn't even have a place to stay. She’d never dare to divorce me," my husband sneered, reassuring his mistress.

On the day of the horrific car crash, I was trapped inside a burning vehicle, screaming for help. My husband ignored my cries, picked up his mistress, and walked away without looking back.

That was the moment my heart died. I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his life.

But a month later, the very man who had treated me with absolute coldness was on his knees before me, his eyes bloodshot with tears.

This time, it’s his turn to beg.

After three years of marriage, I caught my husband cheating.

At his victory banquet, separated only by a thin wall, I watched him with his mistress. As she swallowed his massive length, she mocked me for being "ordinary," "cold," and "boring."

When I was kidnapped and nearly defiled, I didn't receive comfort. Instead, my husband looked at me with undisguised loathing.

He wasn't worried about my trauma—he was afraid I had contracted an STD!

Done with the disappointment and pain, I finally made my decision.
I’m done with you!

But after the divorce, my ex-husband turned into a obsessed stalker. With bloodshot eyes and a choking voice, he demanded, "Do you even have a heart? Why can't you see how much I love you?"

Laughable.
Love?

I spat back, "Your love only makes me sick!"

As my ex-husband knelt in the dirt, begging for a way back, my new husband pulled me into his arms.

He is a man of supreme status and noble elegance. He looked down at my ex with eyes like frost.

"Coveting my wife? You’re not even worthy."

She was once a top-tier assassin—until she was betrayed by her own people and left to die.

But when she opens her eyes again, she’s no longer who she used to be. She’s become an ordinary high school girl—plain, overlooked, and the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Overweight. Bottom of the class. Abused by her stepmother. Framed by her younger brother. Mocked by teachers and students alike. Maybe the original owner of this body could endure it all—but she couldn’t.

They call her ugly? She’ll shed the weight, sculpt her body, and stun everyone into silence.
They call her stupid? Elite university presidents will fight to recruit her.
Top hackers will beg to learn her secrets.
Global financial tycoons will compete for her partnership.

This time, all she wants… is a quiet, ordinary life.

Yet as her true identity is revealed piece by piece, she rises—effortlessly—back to the very top of the world.

When I rushed to the party, sweaty and out of breath, I saw Alex sitting in the center, surrounded by hot, blonde girls in sexy skirts.

"Elodie, why do you think the great Alex would choose a nerd like you to be his girlfriend?" someone hissed at me. "It’s because he lost a bet."

I was a "nobody" on campus, madly in love with the ice hockey captain, Alex. I would run over ten kilometers in the freezing winter at 3 AM to buy him the donuts he wanted. When he lost a bet on a game, I would wear ridiculous clothes and sing loudly in the library. He even made me jump into a frozen lake in a snowy winter to find a bracelet dropped by the cheerleading captain, and I agreed.

I became the joke of the campus, but I didn’t care. As long as he accepted me, I was willing to do anything. But later I found out that the reason Alex accepted my pursuit was entirely because he lost a bet with friends and had to date me for a year.

And today is the last day of that bet...

As a housewife, I never forgot a single milestone: every wedding anniversary, my husband’s 7th career anniversary, and the birthdays of my husband and daughter. Yet, my own birthday was always ignored. Both my husband and daughter only cared about that outsider woman. Finally, one day, I chose to walk away and revive my vintage shop business. Now... they are the ones filled with regret.