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When a botched attempt at love ends with Jake, Myra's crush of five years embracing an unknown woman at a party, fate allows her to meet and spend a night with a charming older stranger, Hart.

Believing that being with Hart will help her forget the pain of her failed love, Myra decides to take a second chance at love, only to be pulled into Hart's unordinary life filled with twists and struggles.

Just as Myra starts believing in fate again, Jake reappears in her life with a secret between their families: a secret she needs to fulfil.

Read along to find out who is the destined prince of Myra's love story!

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

I wore a mask to my own wedding—not for romance, but for survival.
My grandfather's ultimatum was clear: marry his childhood friend's grandson, or watch my inheritance go to the step-sister whose mother murdered mine for my father's fortune.
So I became someone else.
Hidden behind carefully crafted features, I walked down the aisle to a man who couldn't even be bothered to show up.
For two years, we lived as strangers with rings on our fingers—him in his world, me in mine.
He never knew the truth: that the woman he ignored was the same one who'd helped him save the Wright Group, the same one he'd despised from the moment we met.
But I played my part perfectly.
And when the divorce papers were finally signed, I thought I was free.
I thought wrong.
Because the mask is coming off, and the CEO who once looked through me is about to discover exactly who he married—and lost.

My husband Lucius said: 'My real wife has returned.'
To keep him, for a month I clung to him, making love passionately...

"You are like a father to me, I can't marry you."
"If you can't, then I guess you prefer to be an orphan if your mother dies."
Juliet Jones, was torned in between saving her mother's precious life, and getting into a contract marriage with her father's closest friend, George Watson.
And when she was left with no better choice, and the time is ticking faster on her mother, she got married to Mr George, to save her mother's life.
But unfortunately it was too late, and her mother died, after she had already signed a contract agreement with Mr George.

Mandy's emotions ignite when she meets Jason, her brother-in-law. Amid a whirlwind of feelings, she finds herself trapped in an emotional dilemma, forced to choose between love and the burning desire that consumes her.

At my boss's mother's funeral, I couldn't hold back my laughter, and as a result, I was treated as a lunatic, stuffed into a garbage cannon, and launched naked into an apocalyptic forest full of zombies. Everyone thought I was doomed, but they didn't know—I had been reborn 1,001 times. Unarmed and surrounded by the zombie horde, about to be torn to shreds, in desperation I clung to the last clue... When I finally uncovered the truth that could overturn everything, I laughed from the bottom of my heart. This time, I would personally end this greatest lie.

I was their real daughter.

The lost princess they found, brought home, and promised to protect.

But every time she cried, I was the one punished.

Every time she bled, I was the one accused.

When she disappeared, they said it was my fault. They tore my memories apart to prove it.

Fine , only if they stand where I stood, feel what I felt, will they ever know my pain.

To give my daughter, Lily, a childhood connected to nature, I put on worn-out overalls and carved out a small vegetable patch at the edge of the estate.
That was until today, when a vicious dog lunged without warning, sinking its teeth into Lily's calf. Blood instantly stained the dirt.
I threw myself over my daughter like a madwoman to protect her, only to be viciously whipped across the face with a diamond-studded leash.
"Where did this lowly gardener come from! You hurt my dog—can your two worthless lives afford to pay for it?"
A young woman in a haute couture white dress, her pregnant belly protruding, sneered and waved her hand. "Where is security? Beat this crazy, pathetic woman and her little thief of a bastard to death, and throw them out of the estate!"
Holding my convulsing daughter, I said, "Beat us to death? Have you asked the master of the estate?"
The woman giggled coquettishly.
"My boyfriend is the master of this estate! With just one word from him, he could crush you like an ant!"
What a coincidence.
The "masters of the estate" she spoke of... I know them both.
One is my husband.
And the other... is my son.

She died as the forgotten daughter.​
Her songs were handed to the adopted sister. Her fiancé ran to that sister’s tears.
Her family didn’t even look down as she bled out.
Then she wakes up—exactly one year before it happens—with a cruel countdown carved into her chest: 365 days to live. And the rule is simple—every day she isn’t truly loved, her time slips away.
Only this time, she refuses to beg for crumbs.
She walks out without a goodbye. Drops her stolen song overnight and lets the world decide who the real artist is. Then she steps onto a brutal, live-streamed farm reality show where cameras catch everything—and this time, everythingincludes the truth.
They expect the quiet girl to break. Instead, she repairs what they can’t, handles danger they run from, and stops an outbreak that would’ve ruined lives—while the adopted sister’s lies start cracking on-air.
Her ex-fiancé begs for a second chance. She doesn’t even look back. Her birth family scrambles to leash her again.
Too late.
Because the man watching from the control room—the one who’s never fallen for a single tear—has stopped looking at anyone else.
And she? She’s already decided what she’ll trade, and what she won’t.
She was born again to stop being their doormat.
This time, she’s not waiting to be loved to stay alive—she’s taking back her life first.

WARNING 18+
SHE IS NOT MY MATE
" She is a human ", His father this time spoke out.
" I KNOW IT ",The sheer power and dominance of his aura had me kneeling down . His body was tense as a wounded spring ready to snap .
" She isn't going to be my mate but just my breeder ", He went on .

" Breeder?", My eyes were now the size of saucers . I knew what he meant. Sex not love and if l give birth , l will be useless to him .

When Nicky Wilder flees New York, she leaves behind everything-her clothes, her photos, her future and the man who turned her confidence into fear. With nothing but a dance bag and a bruised heart she returns home to Denver. Where her brothers house is loud, chaotic, safe…and already occupied by the one man she swore she’d never fall for

Gage Ryker. Her brother's best friend, her lifelong tormentor, and the crush she never outgrew. Now he’s a six-foot-four problem in a hockey jersey-bigger, hotter, bossier than ever. And he’s looking at her like she’s not Brads baby sister anymore.
Their banter still bites. Their chemistry still burns. And the rule that’s always kept them apart? Hanging by a thread.

As Nicky rebuilds her life piece by piece-new room, new routine, new courage-Gage is always there. At her lowest moments. Her most vulnerable ones. And when he kisses her, everything they’ve buried comes roaring to the surface.
But falling for Gage means risking their friendship.

And Gage knows one wrong move could cost him everything he’s worked for.

She’s starting over

He’s losing control

And the line they swore they’d never cross is the only thing left between them.

Live Love is a slow-burn, brothers-best-friend romance filled with heat, humor, family, and the kind of tension that refuses to stay buried.

Meet Cameron Ezekiel MacMillan, all six feet, two inches tall. Ice blue eyes that can melt off your panties, and make you fall head over heels in love with him, with a sinfully gorgeous body.
Cameron lost his wife five years ago, left alone with two kids; Summer and Spring, five and seven years respectively. All he wanted was a good nanny who wouldn't quit after a month or few weeks, not a purple-eyed woman who would make his heart race like never before.
He hated the way she made him feel because he knew that feeling came with a weakness, one he couldn't afford while being the CEO of a multinational company.
Meet Ruby Miller, all five foot five tall, with a very sexy figure, even though she wasn't really aware of her shape that way. Rare purple eyes that feel like they are looking into your soul, with kissable lips.
Aside from that, losing people and things were her specialty. Five years ago, she had lost her parents, and now, her job, and her boyfriend just broke up with her.
Finding a new job to tide over before going to law school was the plan, not falling for her boss.
It is a billionaire-nanny story. Enjoy!

Duty requires her to marry—but she’s having second thoughts.Princess Julianna dreams of marrying for love, but no one cares what she wants. The future of her kingdom—and countrywomen—depends on her arranged marriage. Too bad, her intended’s brother is the one who captures her interest with his good looks and sailing skills. She’ll just have to push aside her attraction and do what’s right for everyone else, if not herself…Prince Alejandro wants nothing more than to relinquish his title. He can’t wait for his older brother to marry and have a child. That is, until he meets the beautiful princess destined to be his country’s future queen. Julianna holds the key to his freedom, yet he recognizes a kindred spirit—someone trapped by the demands of being royalty—and finds her utterly irresistible.Knowing the royal wedding must occur for the sake of their countries doesn’t stop them from wanting to be together. A happy ending could be theirs if they are willing to accept the consequences of following their hearts. Will duty or love reign supreme?

Every person is born with two shadows: their own, and their Echo—a silent counterpart whose experiences shape their instincts and fears across different timelines. Most never see their Echo. But on the night of a rare astral convergence, Amelie's Echo steps out of her shadow and becomes flesh—manifesting as Dexter, a man with memories of her unborn destiny. After one impossible night together, he vanishes into light. When reality begins to glitch and Dexter returns piece by piece through the shadows of others, Amelie discovers she is a Cartographer of Fate—and that their love is a metaphysical mistake the universe will do anything to correct.

Who said women can never be Mafia bosses?

There's nothing more interesting than being a female Mafia, and a hot one.

Leah Kings, the lost daughter of a very powerful mafia family, Red phoenix, meets with her late father's underboss when she was put in prison by her ex-boyfriend's wife.

She is determined to get revenge on him and those who killed her parents. She never knew having a one night stand with her rival Mafia family would come with it.

Catherina Hanshaw Dalton has spent six years believing she lived a fairytale, married to billionaire Xavier Dalton, cherished by him, and building a life rooted in devotion, even amid one heartbreak she cannot control: their inability to have a child. Though Xavier assures her she is enough, Catherine senses his quiet disappointment, a wound deepened by the venomous hostility of his mother, Lydia Dalton. Lydia never misses a chance to insult Catherine’s infertility, idolize Xavier’s sister Mia and her children, or imply Xavier married beneath his status. Catherine endures it all, clinging to the one constant comfort, Xavier always defends her. Or so she believes.
This Christmas, however, Catherine’s dread of another humiliating Dalton family gathering turns into confusion. Lydia is gracious….kind, even. The manor is full of relatives, business partners, and esteemed guests, including Hunter Powell, Xavier’s ruthless business rival. The brief moment when Cathy’s eyes meet Hunter unsettles her, but nothing prepares her for Lydia’s “special Christmas gift.”
During the toast, Lydia presents Caroline Turner…a beautiful young woman who is allegedly four months pregnant through surrogacy…with Xavier’s child.

When Alexander Carter, the ruthless and irresistibly charming CEO of one of the country’s largest corporations, walked into my office, I thought he was there to terminate my contract. After all, I had just lost everything in a project sabotaged by his company. But instead, he made me an offer that would change my life: marry him for one year.

Sounds crazy? Maybe. But with my younger sister depending on me and the bills piling up, refusing wasn’t an option. In return, he offered enough money to rebuild my career and a contract to lead a project I had always dreamed of.

There was just one rule: don’t fall in love.

Simple, right? Or so I thought. Until I realized that behind his cold demeanor and flawless suits was a man full of secrets. A man who started to unravel me with every touch, every whispered word, every lingering glance.

Now, as I fight to keep up the façade of the perfect wife and uncover the conspiracies within his world, one question remains: when all this ends, will I be able to walk away unscathed?

"Don't test me, Stone; your family has always thought that it was untouchable... Felt on top of the world, didn't you? You didn't care about who you needed to stomp down to get there?"

His fingers hung dangerously over the trigger; I shook as far as my binds would let me, tears rolling down to the gag in my mouth… that muffled my cries.

But even as I had the gun pointed at my head, my husband was not looking at me; his eyes were purely placed on Liliana.

“Talk to me, you bastard!.. You have to choose between your wife or your first love.”

On her wedding day, Aurora chased after her runaway groom who went to console his first love, only to be kidnapped along with that woman and tortured for 3 days straight until she was met with the ultimate pain; her fiancée, who she thought would turn to her forever, choosing another woman over her and not only that but confessing that his first love was carrying his child too. Just like she was, except he would never find out. At least not in that life; she took a bullet to the head and was reborn on the day of her wedding. When he runs off to meet his first love and console her again, she doesn't foolishly chase after him; rather, she walks towards his brother, the most desirable bachelor in the city, and says, “Will you marry me instead?"

I thought I'd signed up for an immersive dating show.

Turns out it was a 99.9% death rate, globally livestreamed horror game.

And me? Half-blind without my contacts, desperate to go viral, I somehow talk my way through a death game like it's a romance.

I mistook blood for ketchup, human eyeballs for sashimi, a murderous child ghost for a kid who just needed some love.

Worst part? I fell for the guy running the place, the one who could kill you without blinking, and tried to get his number within the hour.

My teammate hissed at me, shaking. "You wanna die, fine, just don't take us with you!"

I just waved him off. It's a dating show. Relax.

Warning!
18+

Let’s put her in the golden cage.” He suggested.

A smile formed on Jackson’s face when he heard his twin brother’s insistence. It doesn't seem like the solution to the problem, but it would give them enough time to figure out their new sex slave out.

“Then bring her out when we want to fuck her or when she needs our dicks inside her.”

Married, sex-deprived Anna didn't expect that her sexual fantasies will be fulfilled to the peak when she decided to accept the invite of the Twins sibling she met on Tumblr until she got to their mansion and she was caged and prisoned after signing a legal consensual form.

“Why did you accept our invite? Tell us again, ” Jacob asked Anna as he slapped her already, red swollen cheek.

“Because I want you guys to treat me like a sex slave, ” Anna gulped.

Anna Walson, 18 years old virgin and high school dropout who was maltreated and abused by her father after her mother's death was sold to a man her father owed a huge sum of money and she was forced to marry him. She got entangled with the Michealson brothers that she met on an online platform and had sexual relations with them, which in turn made the twins run a background check on her because they wanted her to themselves.

They thought I was just a helpless blind wife. They couldn't have been more wrong.

After miraculously regaining my sight, the first thing I witnessed was my devoted husband entangled with his mistress. His “unwavering love” was nothing but lies—a scheme to steal my fortune.

Now it's my turn to take control. I'll gather every shred of evidence and leave him with nothing.

But when the city's most powerful and ruthless billionaire enters the picture, my revenge plan grows complicated. He knows my secret and offers a devilish deal: “Become my personal assistant to pay off your debts. And divorce your husband.”

That cheating husband thought my blindness made me weak. He's about to learn nothing is more dangerous than a wife who finally sees clearly—and holds a fortune in her hands.

''I don’t want you now, and I will not want you in the future. And I will never ever love you.''
He was rude to me...
My wolf whimpered in my head, I was speechless, powerless to speak around the massive lump in my throat. Tears came to my eyes and streamed silently down my cheeks.
Nothing had changed.
He didn’t want me.
He still loved my sister... my dead sister

“I kiss you when I want to,” he murmured against my ear, his voice rough enough to send a shiver down my spine. “I fuck you when I want to. So don’t make the mistake of denying me again.”


Evelyn Jonas was the definition of perfection… top of her class, straight A student, and captain of the college cheerleading squad. Her future was already mapped out: graduation, a dream job, and a life every girl envied.

Until one night changed everything.

One invitation. One party. One blackout she can’t explain.
And she wakes up drenched in the blood of one of the most influential hockey players on campus.

Within hours, Evelyn’s perfect life collapses.
Within days, she’s convicted.
Within a month, she’s sentenced to prison with no chance of parole.

Until Him

Adrian Rossi… one of the most feared and deadly Mafia lords in Italy walks out of prison after six years with nothing left but vengeance. His sister is dead, and the only family he had left—his nephew, the child she entrusted to him—was taken from him under suspicious circumstances.

And now he has a name to blame.

Evelyn Jonas.

But Adrian doesn’t come for her with bullets first. He comes with a plan.

Disguised as her court-appointed lawyer, he is the man holding her fragile freedom in his hands.

Evelyn has no idea that the person who got her out of prison is the same man plotting her ruin.

And Adrian Rossi doesn’t believe in mercy.

Christmas Eve is celebrated with mystery gifts placed under a large tree, and this years, Antonella has received four gifts. One from her mate, her best friend, and two gifts from a stranger.

One of the gift is meant to ruin her life while the other will show her what true love means.

“I love you so much, Elijah.” It was Madison.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” My throat tightened and my eyes filled with tears as I stared at the door that was left ajar.

Antonella thought that she had a perfect life. A loving mate, the Luna of the pack, and blissful life until everything came crashing down on Christmas Eve. The mate she loved with all her heart didn’t love her at all, and she had no choice but to run away.

Little did she know, that Elijah was not one to let her go easily, and he would move heaven and earth to get her back. Just when she decided to end her life, Alpha Alexus stopped her. The most feared alpha and the same alpha who is hell bent on killing Elijah for reason that Antonella has no idea.

What would happen now? Will Alpha Alexus kill her to exact revenge against Elijah?

"Dad, I think something is wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm smelling four."

"Four?"

"Yes, there are four different scents. I don't know how to explain it but they all have the same earthly scent, but something else to it. What does that mean?"

"You have four mates."

"Four mates? That can't be real, I have never heard of that before." Avery was in a state of panic now, which caused her to involuntarily transform back to her human form.

In a tragic accident during a swimming competition, a beautiful woman named Serena dies. Her husband, a renowned scientist obsessed with bringing her back to life, creates a humanoid robot with the same characteristics and traits as his late wife. The robot is named Blair, after his deceased spouse. As Daniel realizes that Blair begins to act, think, and even move on her own without receiving commands, he suspects that perhaps his wife's spirit truly lives on in Blair, just as he had programmed at the time of her creation. Daniel starts a secret romance with the robot Blair, hidden from his ex-girlfriend and lover, Line, who finds herself drawn to him again now that he is a widower. Meanwhile, the alien race known as the Nerax has their own plans and desires to abduct Blair for their mysterious purposes.

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

Sofia is an eighteen-year-old who has been bullied and tortured her whole life. When she realized that her only hope of going through school was to attend a school only for boys, she took a bold step and cut her hair to look like a boy and got into Blairwood Academy.

She has to try her best to make sure nobody finds out her real identity, or she would be kicked out. But it's difficult to hide it, especially from her roommate, Scott Blackwood, an icy nineteen-year-old who she always managed to get on his bad side.

To win a smile from my icy wife, I stood for four hours in a London blizzard, only to be greeted by her returning hand-in-hand with her childhood sweetheart, who had just returned from abroad.

For three years of marriage, I had concealed all my sharp edges, solely to warm her heart.
Until company secrets were leaked, and she unquestioningly believed her childhood sweetheart's framing, locking me, who suffered from severe claustrophobia, in a dark, abandoned wine cellar for a full forty-eight hours.

Watching her arrogantly slam the "Clean Break Agreement" onto my bleeding face, I smiled.
The moment I signed my name, the humble Arthur who loved her died utterly in the abyss.

That night, my yacht ran aground and exploded.
And the first heir of the Vance conglomerate, missing for three years, officially took control of the global technology lifeline.

Six months later, betrayed and facing bankruptcy, she clung to my trousers like a dead dog on the red carpet of a top-tier banquet, weeping and begging me to start over.
I was arm in arm with a true socialite, and I didn't even lift an eyelid as I looked at the woman covered in mud on the floor:
"Security, throw this crazy woman who's dirtied the carpet away. Don't spoil my fun."

For four years, I tolerated Grayson’s blatant favoritism. He spoiled my roommate Mia with exquisite breakfasts every day, while leaving me with plain biscuits and bitter black coffee. I swallowed every unfair slight, hoping for true love. Yet he finally humiliated me thoroughly by choosing Mia over me for the elite corporate event, sneering that I was unworthy of high society. Hiding my identity as the university’s secret heiress, I stopped my father from ruining his career on impulse. I will let them attend the glamorous party—not out of mercy, but to deliver my quiet, devastating revenge. Now I only need time to decide my next move, and whether to accept my arranged engagement.

"Baby, lend me Stella for the movie."
When my fiancé Damon said this, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. My guide dog starring in his Oscar-worthy film—what a perfect love story.
I'm Aria Sinclair, 26-year-old blind film producer with perfect pitch and endless money, but no eyes. So when he said "The press will go crazy for our story," I stupidly agreed.
Three weeks later, in the editing room:
01:47:23—Dull impact.
01:47:31—Familiar whimper.
01:47:35—Silence.
My perfect pitch never lies. That wasn't CGI—that was real impact. Worse, I knew that whimper. That was Stella, my guide dog, my eyes, my most loyal companion.
They killed her. For a goddamn trophy.
On premiere night, when Damon walked the red carpet with a strange German Shepherd, when I touched her paw and found no white star-shaped mark—
"This is not my dog!"
I broke down in front of hundreds of reporters.
"Honey, you're under too much stress," Damon said gently. "Maybe you need rest."
Whispers from the audience: "Poor blind girl..." "She really needs help..."
Just like that, I became the crazy one.
Abandoned by the world.
Betrayed by the man I loved most.
But they made one fatal mistake—they thought stealing my eyes would silence me.
Now it's time to let them hear what despair sounds like...
[Click to watch me destroy them both...]

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus from a clearance sale online to be my live-in maid.
For a week, he was perfect. Then he started fainting, his skin burning with a fever no amount of rest could fix. Panicked that I’d somehow overworked my best employee, I called the 24/7 Aphrodisiac (companyI bought him from) helpline.

Ma’am, our incubus models have a demonic lineage and you have got a high-output model. They have near-infinite stamina. They don't get 'feverish' from vacuuming. But... why did you have him doing 'housework'?"
"Because the house was dirty?"
The agent suddenly chuckled. "Ah, I see. Everyone has their own fantasies and kinks. Roleplay is very popular. But tell me, according to the log, when was the last time Xanthos received physical intimacy?"
"Huh?"
"Physical intimacy," the agent repeated. "Love, spoiling, skin-to-skin contact. If a male incubus doesn't get intimacy, his internal energy stagnates. They fall sick. Male models are much higher maintenance than females; they need constant affection to stay healthy."
My blood ran cold. "Affection? I bought him to mop the floors!"
"Ma'am," the agent's voice dropped. "You are on Aphrodisiac. We are the world's leading provider of supernatural escorts. Did you... did you not read the site description?"

Turns out, I hadn’t bought a demonic domestic servant.
I’d accidentally purchased a high-maintenance supernatural escort.
And apparently, if I didn’t start showing my “maid” some affection soon, he would die and I would be jailed for abusing my maid.

"Riccardo, please! I beg you!"
My water broke ten minutes ago. Warm liquid streamed down my legs and slowly froze into ice on the ground beneath me.
He stood on the other side of the bulletproof glass. In his eyes, there was not a trace left of the man I had once loved with all my heart.
In the Bellanona Mafia family, bloodline surpasses everything, and the hierarchy of age is an unyielding iron rule: the firstborn son shall inherit the entire underworld empire.
My sister-in-law Sofia and I were both pregnant, our due dates merely one day apart.
To make sure his elder brother’s child seized the succession right first, my husband coldly chose to sacrifice our own flesh and blood.
"My brother’s child must be born first." Riccardo’s voice came over the intercom, colder and more piercing than bitter winter wind. "This is what you owe them."
He had not only locked me inside this icy cellar. Just moments ago, his men pinned me down ruthlessly and injected a dose of medicine into my vein, solely to forcefully halt my labor.
Writhing in agony, I hugged my heavily pregnant belly tightly with both arms.
I could distinctly feel the little life inside me, once kicking and struggling relentlessly, growing fainter and fainter.
I’m sorry, my baby… Mommy is so sorry for you.

“Why can’t I hit you?” Thomas yells, smacking the belt close to her feet.
“Why,” he smacks it on the door above her head.
“Why, why” to the right and left sides of her body.
Melina trembles against the door with her eyes closed and head tucked between her knees. She jumps, sniffing Thomas’ cologne, and tries to hide more.
He’s probably bending down. “I want to hurt you, Melina, but I can’t. Tell me why I can’t. Tell me why,”
She bites her lips to muffle her sobs as she fears they will exacerbate her situation. “Look at me when I am talking to you,” Thomas says, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up.
“I am- so-r-r-r-y,” she says as she turns to face him with her tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes.
******** Melina Davis was born with the face and body of a goddess. Her heart was as beautiful as hers, but it never did her any good. Melina was the unluckiest woman in this world when it came to love. Her first love was an abusive con artist who made sure to exploit Melina's kindness. The second one, who Melina felt was genuinely worthy of owing her heart, was far more dangerous than her first. His name is Thomas Costanzo. He is the second in command of the Costanzo mafia. He was highly feared in the mafia world. Some even feared him more than the don of the Costanzo mafia. Melina didn't know she shouldn't cross him, and she did. She broke the heart of one of the most feared men on this earth, and now, he is out searching for her. Once he finds her, Melina will wish she never crossed paths with him.

In the year 3000, magic and technology flourish side by side.
Wielders of magic are no longer myth… They’re real and revered.
“Joel,” a humble wizard living a quiet life,
accidentally spends his last coin on gemstones,
leaving him broke and desperate!
To make ends meet, he becomes a livestreamer,
broadcasting his mysterious magical lifestyle
just to get through each day.
But then…
His streams catch the attention of “Jaden,”
the heir to a gemstone empire and an art collector obsessed with a centuries-old painting of a ginger-haired, opal-eyed wizard—
a figure he’s searched for his whole life.
Until finally… he finds Joel online.
Is it fate, or something more, that draws them together?
Can Joel unlock the mysteries of Jaden’s past?
A timeless love story infused with magic and technology will change both of their lives forever…

“Sophie Love's ability to impart magic to her readers is exquisitely wrought in powerfully evocative phrases and descriptions….FOR NOW AND FOREVER is the perfect romance or beach read, with a difference: its enthusiasm and beautiful descriptions offer an unexpected attention to the complexity of not just evolving love, but evolving psyches. It's a delightful recommendation for romance readers looking for a touch more complexity from their romance reads.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) “FOR NOW AND FOREVER is a very well written novel, describing the struggle of a woman (Emily) to find her true identity. The author did an amazing job with the creation of the characters and her description of the environment. The romance is there, but not overdosed. Kudos to the author for this amazing start of a series that promises to be very entertaining.”--Books and Movies Reviews, Roberto MattosEmily Mitchell, 35, living and working in New York City, has struggled through a string of failed relationships. When her boyfriend of 7 years takes her out for their long-awaited anniversary dinner, Emily is sure that this time will be different, that this time she will finally get the ring.When he gives her a small bottle of perfume instead, Emily knows the time has come to break up with him—and for her entire life to have a fresh start.Reeling from her unsatisfying, high-pressure life, Emily decides she needs a change. She decides on a whim to drive to her father’s abandoned home on the coast of Maine, a sprawling, historic house where she’d spent magical summers as a child. But the house, long-neglected, is in dire need of repair, and the winter is no time to be in Maine. Emily hasn’t been there in 20 years, when a tragic accident changed her sister’s life and shattered her family. Her parents divorced, her father disappeared, and Emily was never able to bring herself to step foot in that house again.Now, for some reason, with her life reeling, Emily feels drawn to the only childhood place she ever knew. She plans on going just for a weekend, to clear her head. But something about the house, its numerous secrets, its memories of her father, its oceanfront allure, its small-town setting—and most of all, its gorgeous, mysterious caretaker—doesn’t want to let her leave. Can she find the answers she’s been looking for here, in the most unexpected place of all?Can a weekend become a lifetime?FOR NOW AND FOREVER is book #1 in the debut of a dazzling new romance series that will make you laugh, make you cry, will keep you turning pages late into the night—and will make you fall in love with romance all over again.Book #2 will be available soon.

He once swore the whole world to me，yet he threw me aside without a second thought，all for his precious adopted sister.
He trampled on my love, ruined my youth, and let me fall into the abyss alone while doting on another woman.
Years later, I return from the ashes, powerful and cold.
I will step into his world, shatter his fame, destroy his fortune, and take away everything he holds dear.
He abandoned me for his adopted sister.
Now, I am his inevitable ruin.

When the Tide Took Him — A Romantic Suspense Novel
Four years ago, on a fogchoked night in coastal Maine, Silas Ward vanished without a trace. The town moved on. The police closed the case. But Eveline Shore never stopped searching—or feeling the echo of the boy she once loved whispering, “Eve, I’ll always find you.”
When Eveline discovers a torn page from Silas’s notebook hidden inside the abandoned lighthouse—written in his unmistakable handwriting—everything she believed shatters. The message warns that she “wasn’t alone” the night he vanished…and that someone has been watching her ever since.
Determined to uncover the truth, Eveline is drawn into a dangerous web involving Silas’s best friend, Jonas, whose guilt and evasiveness suggest he knows far more than he’s willing to admit. And when a mysterious man named Rowan arrives—someone who knows Eveline’s name, her past, and the night Silas disappeared—the pieces begin to fall into place in the most terrifying way.
Silas didn’t vanish by accident.
He was taken.
And the person who pushed him off the cliffs that night wasn’t after him.
They were after her.
As Eveline uncovers the chilling truth and the secrets Silas died to protect, she realizes he survived the fall—not to save himself, but to keep her alive. Their longawaited reunion becomes a heartbreaking confrontation with betrayal, sacrifice, and the dangerous legacy she never knew she carried.
Set against the haunting backdrop of early2000s coastal Maine, When the Tide Took Him blends deep emotional romance with escalating mystery and suspense.
A story for readers who crave love that endures, secrets that haunt, and endings powerful enough to stay with them long after the final page.

My betrothed, Theron, gave me a unicorn — the highest honor our court could grant a lady.
I had it hitched to a dung cart and sent through the lower city.
Only because I had lived this life before.
Last time, I was proud of that creature. I rode it to every hunt, every procession, and people said no beast so pure had ever chosen a rider. My light was the brightest among the elves. Then, season by season, it went out. I withered, I burned away in my own bed, and everyone wept over how strangely the great Lady Eldraine had aged.
I thought it was some illness. I begged every healer in the realm. None of them found a thing.
I only learned the truth after I died.
My spirit watched a girl climb out of that unicorn's body. Elowen. The pale, dying little thing the whole court called a saint — and the woman Theron had wanted all along. She was wearing my light now — my glow, my color, my stolen years. She was radiant. She was alive. And she was in Theron's arms, where I used to stand.
"The binding held," she whispered to him. "Every time she rode me, I drank a little more. Her light. Her magic. Her life. It's all mine now."
Theron didn't even glance at my body. "She gave you her life," he said. "She should be glad."
So I laughed, when I woke again on the morning he led that unicorn into the hall.

Noah, usually inseparable from his father, had spent the entire week insisting that only I take him camping. His declared mission: mastering "real survival skills"—a not-so-subtle jab at his dad's preference for cushy glamping.
Liam played along, hamming it up as he swung our son goodbye. But beneath the teasing jealousy, something felt off. He packed the trunk too fast. Checked the gas without being asked. Almost assembly-line efficiency.
And that line about a last-minute client flying in from Chicago? Didn't sound like bad luck. Sounded like an excuse.
All week, he never pushed back. Just quietly, almost eagerly, waited for us to leave.
I figured he wanted the house to himself: scotch, cigars, silence.
Then the call came—and I got it.
He hadn’t cleared the house for peace and quiet.
He’d cleared it for her.

BLURB

My breath hitched, my chest heaving as Salvatore's finger thrust into my pussy. I clenched my teeth, my fingers squeezing the bedsheets as I shamelessly parted my legs even wider.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was a low growl.

“No,” I breathed. “Faster…please,” I moaned loudly.

I knew Salvatore's and my attraction to each other was forbidden; he was the heir to a wealthy family, and I was just a maid in his house. But I have had an attraction to him since I met him and couldn't control it.

We both couldn't.


Lyra Whitman is from a poor home and has faced constant bullying in school. She and her mother finally moved away to a new city, where they her mother works as a maid for the Sinclair's, one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the county.

Lyra cannot help but fall for their son, and she is surprised to see that he feels the same. Knowing the dangers of being together due to their different backgrounds, they are forced to navigate their relationship in secret.

That reckless yet unforgettable night saw Lena Voss flee overseas—unaware she carried not just his child, but quadruplets. But her quiet life shattered completely when she returned home, and she collided with Killian Thorne. His icy yet burning gaze locked firmly on her. “The kids… mine?” “They take my last name,” Lena shot back, struggling to mask the turmoil in her heart. “Change it. Now,” he purred, his tone laced with danger. “I never planned to let you go after you slipped away that night.” He declared firmly: “The kids are mine. So are you.” “You were just a mistake,” Lena snapped. “A mistake?” He closed in, his voice a velveted threat. “To me? It was fate.” A gifted single mom versus an iron-willed tycoon. The four little ones play Cupid in secret; as secrets unravel and passion ignites—Killian is resolute: No one will take her from him. Never.

Betrayed and bleeding out, heiress Kira Summers dies at the hands of her treacherous family.

Across worlds, Alpha King Adrian Draven begs the moon goddess for redemption after losing his mate to his own fatal mistakes.

The universe answers…with a vicious twist.

Kira awakens in his mate's body: fierce, powerful, and utterly unforgiving.

In a realm of wolves, witches, and pack politics, she trusts no one…least of all the Alpha who thinks he can tame her.

He wanted his lost mate back.
He got hellfire in heels instead.

And this new Queen? She's ready to burn it all down.

A one night stand with a mystery lover made her loose her marriage to her sister. She became pregnant with twins and thought her misery had just began. She left her country and returned four years later with two adorable twins. Her life made a turnaround for good when her sons ran into Mu Tinge, the idol of the business world and the richest man in the country. Lu Jingli wants her back but how does he intends to make Theresa Mo his lost love?

Everyone thinks I'm the wild child of the family, the one who won't fall in line.

Blake's the young king of the business world—rational, cold, always in those perfectly cut suits.

But every night, he's got me pinned underneath him, breathing my name.

He said I was his, but never let me see daylight. Until she came back—my father's mistress's daughter, in her white dress, smiling like an angel.

On my birthday, he went to pick her up from the airport. When the chandelier crashed down, he carried her to the hospital and left me bleeding on the floor. When she smashed my mother's heirloom, he made me apologize on my knees. He said she was fragile, needed care; said I was strong enough to understand.

Then I heard them on my bed, her moaning his name.

So I left. Married a man who truly loved me. And he went insane.

He kidnapped me, forced a wedding, announced to the world I was his wife.

But this time, I just smiled and shook my head.

"Let go. It's too late."