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“I promise to cherish you always, Sophia. You are the love of my life, and I will let nothing come between us.”

But those promises were nothing but hollow words, as Sophia later discovered. Betrayal pierced her heart like a dagger when she unearthed the truth of Daniel’s infidelity. Their once happy marriage crumbled under the weight of his deceit.

“I trusted you, Daniel,” Sophia whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling with pain and anger, “How could you do this to me? To us?”

But Daniel’s betrayal didn’t end with Sophia’s death. In a fit of rage and desperation to silence her, he had taken her life, leaving her family shattered in the wake of his actions.

A decade of marriage! Sophia thought she had married the perfect man. Little did she
know, this man, her fiance would drive her to her death!
How is the next?

Blaine proposed a contract marriage to Camilla, which was going to hold validity until his real fiancee opened her eyes, and they all could go back to their various lives. 'Party A shouldn't fall in love with party B, and if any of the parties break this clause, they are going to face a huge penalty'. They both knew that wasn't going to happen, or they thought so.

"Why are you messing around with me? Your job is just look pretty, and be my wife!" the cold man rumbled while glaring at Camilla, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips.

"And that is what I have been doing, Mr. Sanders!" she rattled, but the man hissed, not believing it. "No, you have been doing more. You had been seducing me, and snugging into my mind!" he accused.

"Was that a bad thing? So did you mean I should go away?" Camilla asked, meeting the man's fiery gaze, and she sucked in air when the man's hot palm touched her back. "No, even if you do, I am going to find you with my last breath, because you need to take responsibility for me," he says.

"So what happened to the no falling in love rule," Camilla asked with a solemn look. "Trash it!" he says, crashing his lips on hers.

They buried her eight years ago.
Now she’s back—and everything she loved belongs to someone else.
Her husband has a new wife.
Her daughter calls another woman mother.
And the powerful billionaire who once swore to love her now wants her erased… again.
But Seraphina didn’t survive hell just to lose everything.
She came back for what’s hers.

Reese agreed to marry Troy, thinking their feelings were mutual. It turned out that he only used her to get close to her mother, Mandy. When she went home after taking care of her mother-in-law, who pretended to be sick, she caught her mom and husband in their marital bed. She exacted revenge by having a one-night stand with a stranger, who happened to be the wealthiest man in town, and the business partner of her unknown biological father, Vincent.

The chaos escalated when Reese discovered that the billionaire, Lorenzo Carter, intended to marry her twin sister, Candice, with whom she thought her son was Enzo's. Overwhelmed, she fled to escape the painful memories, unaware of her own pregnancy. By chance, she encountered a woman who proposed a modeling career, which flourished until her pregnancy was revealed. Faced with pressure to choose between her rising career and her unborn child, Reese stood at life's crossroads, contemplating the profound decision before her.

When Lorenzo Carter found her, he proposed marriage, but sadly, she had no memory of him. Utilizing his influence, he persuaded her to agree to the contract marriage. Once successful, he endeavored to make her remember him and to reignite her love for him.

Adrianne, who managed to escape from her home which she considered to be a suffocating prison, was brought back to the dreadful place against her will. Not only that, she was being forced to get married for the sake of her safety apparently to a powerful man.

And the powerful man was none other than Sebastian Wright.

The name ignited terror in the hearts of some and respect in others'. The imposing man dominated both business world and underworld. He was young and promising.

But Adrianne had no intentions to get involved with such a suffocating man who was very much reminiscent of her childhood even though he was attractive and successful.

However, will she be able to remain steadfast in her decision or will her heart get shaken up?

Will Adrianne be able to make out of the series of conspiracies and betrayal intact or will she be losing herself in the process?

In that luxury cruise ship fire that shocked the world, my husband Gordon Mercer—the ship's captain—pried open my bloodied fingers and fastened the last intact life vest onto his first love.
In my past life, he locked me inside the blazing cabin. First, the flames devoured me. Then, as the ship broke apart, the icy ocean swallowed me whole. I drowned in the depths.
When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to that life-or-death moment—the ship about to sink, alarms tearing through the night.
Watching Gordon clutch that trembling woman in his arms, I didn't break down sobbing like before. I didn't beg.
Instead, I laughed coldly and threw the life vest at their feet.
"Since you two are so desperate to die together, go right ahead."

Eighteen-year-old Princess Eleanor Anderson has always believed her future was already written·A loving family. A handsome fiancé. A peaceful life within the safety of Namalia—the last human kingdom surrounded by monsters.

But everything changes when the dreaded Bridal Selection returns.

For centuries, the humans of Namalia have survived under a fragile alliance with the Vampire Realm. Every twenty years, a human bride must be offered to the Vampire King in exchange for the kingdom's protection.

This time, the chosen bride comes from Eleanor's family.

And the sacrifice is her twin sister, Maria.

Determined to save Maria from a fate worse than death, Eleanor vows to fight the decision, even if it means standing against her kingdom, its traditions, and the terrifying Vampire King himself.

But before she could save her sister, Maria escaped from the kingdom, leaving Eleanor as her only Substitute.

Now Eleanor is being forced to become the kings fated bride.

The day my son called another woman "Mom," I signed the divorce papers and left.

Five years later, now a top scientist, my ex-husband cornered me at a gala. I tried to push him away, but he gripped my waist tighter, his hot breath against my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"Stop pretending," he rasped. "Your body still remembers me."

I scoffed. "Ex-husband, have some dignity."

Just then, my phone rang with my son's desperate sobs. "Mommy! The bad woman hurt me... Please come save me! Daddy said you don't want us anymore..."

Elena:
After we were intimate, he turned around to break things off, uttering a resolute line: “She’s back.”

When his first love was hospitalized after a suicide attempt, he showed up at my apartment in the dead of night and issued a frigid command: “You go apologize to her.”

Inside the abandoned warehouse, a cold blade was pressed to my throat. He said, “I choose her,” then walked away with his first love in his arms, never sparing me a single glance.

Yes. This three-year marriage was merely a transaction from the very beginning. From start to finish, I was only a convenient tool, a perfect stand-in…

Caspar:
The marriage is dissolved. The deal is finished. She’s always been compliant, and now I’m rid of one hassle.

She’s nothing like the woman I knew. I never imagined she could turn out like this—such a calculating woman.

Hmph. Barely after the divorce, she laughs so freely around other men. Even acquaintances she’s hardly met are drawn to her. How could I have failed to see this all along?

I’m sorry. I’ve lost. I’ve fallen in love with you. Don’t leave me. Please...

Celine was forced to take her twin sister's place as the bride. Three months later, Clara returned and Jace filed for a divorce.

Celine discover that she was pregnant with twins, but she hide it from Jace and fled, only to get kidnapped.

Clara took her twin sister's baby and presented him to Jace. .
Do you think Jace will discover the truth?

Find out.

No one would have imagined that Darius would risk his life for the ordinary girl, and even lose more...
But he gained her. Enough. That is all he wanted.

Mystica comes from the royal family called Leone Clan. It was known as the most outstanding clan among fairies' who ruled the Sylph kingdom for centuries.
Before she lost her memories, she was declared to sit on her mother's throne and take over the leadership of their clan to continue their legacy and carry the responsibilities to take care of all the creatures that belong to Sylph kingdom be it on the inside or from the outside.

Darius, who was born from the most renowned clan of dragons, is known as the highest and superior type among royal bloodlines.
Wherever he goes, a lot of female dragons would always there surround him, luring him to sleep with them. Be it at their Cage Empire or the Midnight Escape Club exclusively for royal-blooded dragons, aroused smells from drakainas always lingered around him but he wasn't interested. Not even an ounce of arousal he felt inside.
When it comes to finding their fated mates, dragons are the most sensitive creature in the Mystical Realm. A single night of desire meant forever to them. It wasn't called a hopeless romantic but called unfairness. Unlike werewolves, they couldn't reject the very first person that they slept with for the very first time because the dragon's mark would naturally appear after having a steamy session be it a drakaina or different types of shifters. In this case, choices are not negotiable rather the traditional union has to be made after that therefore, he always shows his aloofness and indifference towards any female creatures and the woman in front of him was no exception...
Is that true?

Aston Whitmore thought I loved him. Truth is, his mother bought a year of my life for a million dollars.
He thought those 3 AM study sessions were about redemption and romance across class lines. He didn't know I was never watching his pretty face—I was watching the countdown to my mother's kidney transplant payment.
I froze this trust fund prince's credit cards, cut his internet, and nailed him to that desk until his eyes went bloodshot cramming calculus.
When he turned into a guard dog in front of the whole cafeteria, publicly staking his claim on me, all I was calculating was the date that final payment would clear.
Today, he burst through the mansion door clutching his Yale acceptance letter, ready to give me some grand confession.
I was already thirty thousand feet up on a flight to Zurich, staring at that million-dollar deposit notification, face blank as I pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it in the trash.
No note. No goodbye.
Just one notarized Service Completion Certificate sitting on that empty desk. Terms fulfilled. Transaction closed.

​The smell of smoke was the last thing Rhiannon Sander expected on the night that should have been her happily ever after.
​"Why?" Rhiannon gasped, her world spinning as she stared at the two people she loved most.
​Her stepsister, Kaylee, didn’t offer comfort—only a jagged smile. "Isn't it obvious? You were just a stepping stone, Rhiannon."
​Seeking a lifeline, Rhiannon looked at her fiancé. She prayed for a prank, a joke, a misunderstanding. Instead, he met her gaze with a sneer so cold it froze her blood. As the flames began to roar, they locked the door and left her to burn in the house that was supposed to be her home.
​Dragging her charred bod, toward a dark figure in the shadows of the street, she whispered her final plea: "Anything... I'll give you anything. Just save me."
​The man towering over her didn't look like a hero; he looked like a god of death. "Don't regret those words when you wake up," he warned

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night.
"Why are you asking me why? Isn't it obvious or should I tell you?" Kaylee asked.
Her stepsister's word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life.
she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he'd step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank.
He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face.
They locked her up in the house and set it on fire.
"Help me..." came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her.
"Anyt... I'll give anything in return...please..." She passed out.
"Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked.
The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her.
"Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!"
Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!
But she didn't expect to wake up to that man saying something like----
"Then marry me."

I loved him for ten years. I was his wife for three.
He knew every sound I made in his bed. He never knew why I flinched at the smell of almonds.
He relied on the life I built around him. He never knew I spent six years teaching orphaned kids to bake. I never told him—because he never asked.
I left quietly. No cheating. No screaming. Just three years of him not loving me.
Now I'm running my own bakery in Brooklyn. And he's found me—with his money, his power, his everything except the one thing I ever wanted.
He only started looking when I was already gone.
And I'm tired of loving a man who needed me to leave before he could see me.

Evelyn's world shatters when she discovers her husband, Hunter, is having an affair with her own sister, Sophia. But that's not the only devastating truth - Hunter reveals he never loved Evelyn, and their marriage was only a promise to her father. Heartbroken and betrayed, Evelyn demands a divorce. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her own family's secrets and lies, she begins to realize that nothing is as it seems. Will Evelyn find the strength to rise from the ashes, or will the truth destroy her forever?

BLURB

He thought he married a saint. He’s about to find out he’s living with a ghost.

For twelve years, I played the part: the patient wife, the faithful partner, the woman who stood by him through rain and shine. I gave him my youth and my trust, never realizing I was funding a betrayal I couldn't imagine.

Then the veil lifted. An undercover affair. A secret child. A life built on a foundation of lies.

He expects me to cry. He expects me to plead. Instead, I’m sharpening the knife. He doesn't know how far I’m willing to push, or what happens when a heart of gold turns into a heart of fire.

The war has already begun, and he’s the only one who doesn't know he's lost. By the time he realizes I'm not leaving... it will be far too late.

How do you destroy a man who thinks he owns you? By making sure he loses everything starting with himself.

Reese agreed to marry Troy, thinking their feelings were mutual. It turned out that he only used her to get close to her mother, Mandy. When she went home after taking care of her mother-in-law, who pretended to be sick, she caught her mom and husband in their marital bed. She exacted revenge by having a one-night stand with a stranger, who happened to be the wealthiest man in town, and the business partner of her unknown biological father, Vincent.

The chaos escalated when Reese discovered that the billionaire intended to marry her twin sister, Candice, with whom he already had a son. Overwhelmed, she fled to escape the painful memories, unaware of her own pregnancy. By chance, she encountered a woman who proposed a modeling career, which flourished until her pregnancy was revealed. Faced with pressure to choose between her rising career and her unborn child, Reese stood at life's crossroads, contemplating the profound decision before her.

Sophia Carter is a talented young university student about to graduate in law, but her life is far from easy. After her mother’s death, Sophia was left in the care of her cruel stepfather, Thomas, and his spoiled daughter, Vanessa. Since then, Sophia has lived as a prisoner in her own home, constantly mistreated, humiliated, and forced to do all the heavy work.

Despite her suffering, her only hope has always been her boyfriend, Daniel Montgomery, a charismatic young man from an influential family who promises to take her away from that life and provide a better future for them both. However, everything falls apart when Sophia discovers that Thomas sold her to a cold and ruthless tycoon, Nathan Blackwell, in exchange for an amount that will guarantee Vanessa’s future.

With no way out and abandoned by the love of her life, who betrayed her with her best friend, Sophia finds herself alone, desperate, and on the brink of collapse. Determined not to be a victim of circumstances any longer, she makes a bold decision: if she is to be sold, it will be for a price of her choosing.

At 2:00 AM, I lay in bed with my eyes closed, my fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my inner thigh.

Crack... Crunch... A stomach-churning sound of dislocating bones drifted from the foot of the bed. Immediately after, a cloying stench of dead fish rolled over the mattress.

A cold, stiff finger traced my jawline and pressed down hard on my carotid artery. It was feeling for a pulse.

"Darling..."

A bizarre, dual-layered echo came from directly above my head. A cold, bloody drop of meat juice smacked right onto my eyelid.

But I didn't dare let my breathing falter for even a fraction of a beat.

Because I knew—the thing currently staring dead at me, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a spider with its limbs bent backward, was absolutely not the wife I had spent the last ten years with.

"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.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.
When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."
But whenever Odette came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Laurent saved my life, Cordelia. I owe his family everything."
And like a fool, I believed him eight times.
Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.
Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.
Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.
All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.
Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.
He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.
He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

Caspian kept me locked in the basement as a living blood bank.
This mafia don was also my husband. Ever since he discovered I could heal instantly, I became nothing more than a consumable—kept alive to sustain another woman.
That woman in the hospital bed was his stepmother in name, his forbidden obsession in reality—the desire he could never speak aloud.
Unable to claim her, he went mad. He tried to fill her dying body with my life.
When she was poisoned, he forced toxins down my throat to test antidotes, watching coldly as I convulsed on the floor, vomiting black blood.
When assassins came for her, he yanked me in front as a human shield, letting bullets turn my body into a sieve.
Covered in blood, I clutched his pant leg, begging through tears for him to just kill me.
But to protect his precious stepmother, he kicked me away without hesitation, his voice utterly cold: "Stop playing dead, Aria. You're a monster. You can't die anyway."
What he didn't know was that every time a mermaid heals, she burns through her soul's essence.
Through each shattering and mending, he was draining my very source of life.
Today, he strapped me to the operating table again, ready to drain more blood for his forbidden love.
He had no idea this would be the last time.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

I hid in shadows for six years while my vampire husband played duke with his mistress.

Lucian kept our marriage secret, called our daughter "the half-blood bastard," and rushed to comfort Seraphina's twisted ankle while five-year-old Vanessa nearly died from silver poisoning.

His precious lover had "gifted" my child deadly perfume. While I held my convulsing daughter, he was cutting cake with his real family.

So I handed him divorce papers during his next dramatic rescue mission. Fool signed without reading—too busy playing hero to notice he just legally abandoned his wife and child.

Now the mighty vampire Duke burns under holy sunlight, chasing us to territories his undead flesh can't survive.

Begging on scorched pavement for a second chance he'll never get.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

I'm Silvy. I'm tired of waiting around for Mr. Right. I don't think he is coming. I want a family, badly. So I'm taking matters into my own hands. I don't need to be married or have a boyfriend to have a baby. I am going to have artificial insemination. I ask my friend and biggest man-whore I know, Goof, to help me. He isn't ready to settle down so I know he will walk away when the time comes. He agrees to help me but changes the terms. He wants to have sex with me. I can do that. I mean he is hot as hell. I just have to keep my heart out of it. I may have a crush on the man but I won't let that get in the way of what I want.
I'm Goof. I agree to be Silvy's sperm donor but on my terms. Silvy thinks I'm going to walk away from her and the baby when she gets pregnant. I don't think so. I have been in love with Silvy for over a year. I have been trying to figure out a way to get out of the friend zone. Now I have my chance.

She gasped as his lips found the sensitive skin behind her ear...every nerve ending igniting under his touch. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, pulling her closer as his voice dropped to a low growl, “You’re mine tonight.”

Allie never expected her mundane life as an office secretary to collide with the dark, secret world of Seattle’s most powerful man. But when a masked intruder storms the building one late night, dragging her world into chaos, she finds herself tangled in danger, desire, and secrets she never saw coming.

He’s Ethan Santos: a tech billionaire with a dangerous reputation, wealthy beyond imagination, and harboring a supernatural secret that keeps him alive. She’s just a normal girl… until the night her fate entwines with his.

In “Wife Erotica,” expect steamy encounters, high-stakes secrets, and a slow-burning love that might cost them everything. Will she survive the darkness he protects? Or be consumed by the passion she can’t resist?

Allison Brown is an 18-year-old girl who is forced to marry a stranger, Harry McBride. The reason is that her father's millionaire company is on the verge of bankruptcy, and the only ones who can save them are the McBrides.

The marriage will be nothing more than a contract between two companies, between two families, and uniting two opposite lives.

Do you think that after a marriage of lies, these two souls can fall in love?

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
Victoria was raised in the mountains where she was abandoned. After her father's accidental death, her mother remarried a wealthy man.
Upon being brought to the city, she discovered that her mother wasn't heartless, but had given all her love to her favored stepdaughter.
Victoria was then married off to the unconscious Edward. Who would have thought that on her wedding night, she would have her pants taken off by her 'vegetative' husband Edward?
Help! If only she had known, she wouldn't have treated Edward. After he recovered, she realized that her husband possessed not only wealth but also a lot of energetic sperm!
Pregnant Victoria, sought after by top doctors, became a prominent figure. Those who had bullied her were in tears. Even the proud Edward was flustered.
This outstanding Victoria was his discovery, so why were people coming forward to claim kinship? Oh well, his wife was too formidable. Whether he was the richest man or not didn't matter; he didn't mind becoming a son-in-law.
Victoria wanted to refuse. She wanted to return to her rightful life and walk the path of a wealthy heiress, with this young and handsome man... No, no! Her back was sore! Edward at home was insatiable!

I believed I had the perfect life.

A successful career as a paediatrician. A beautiful home in Riverside Heights. A devoted husband. A son I loved more than anything.

Then, I noticed a stranger's perfume on my husband's skin.

What begins as a small suspicion quickly unravels into a nightmare. Hidden messages. Secret meetings. Endless lies. And a younger woman who isn't just sharing my husband's bed—she's carrying his child.

Marcus Hale swears he never meant to hurt me. He swears our marriage still means something. But every new discovery reveals a deeper betrayal, and soon, I realize the affair is only the beginning.

As our lives explode into divorce, custody battles, financial warfare, and public humiliation, I find myself fighting not only for my son and my future but for the woman I used to be.

They thought I would break.

They thought I would forgive.

They thought I would quietly step aside.

They were wrong.

Because when a woman loses everything she once believed in, she has nothing left to fear.

And I am done being their victim.

The Wife's Reckoning is a gripping psychological domestic thriller about betrayal, revenge, resilience, and the dangerous consequences of underestimating a woman with nothing left to lose.

His erection solid. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up, turning toward the bed.
I groaned when he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine, he nipped at my lower lip and sucked it into his mouth.
"Fuck, Raven," he cursed his eyes tracking down my body. "I've tried, but I can't wait any more."


Brutally orphaned and betrayed by her boyfriend Raven flees to Boston, ton call in a one time promise.
But Boston wasn't exactly what it had seemed, and she finds herself integrated into 'The Organization', the werewolf mafia syndicate of Boston.

With her new connections, including the enigmatic and sexy Anthony, an alpha with the determination to make her his Luna, will she finally be able to uncover the ever growing conspiracy surrounding her parent's deaths...and perhaps learn a little something about her own beginnings? Will they be able to save the packs of Boston? And when Darius shows up following the same trail of clues will she be able to sort out her intense draw to both of the two alphas? Who will save that piece inside of her that has been broken for so long?

Since I was ten, he told me to call him brother. But brothers don't look at you like that.
My life had only Daniel Wilson in it. He was my guardian, my savior, my world.
"Call me brother," he said, but he forbade me from dating anyone else. He kept me in his manor like a bird in a gilded cage. He promised that when I turned twenty-one, the title of "sister" would change to "wife."
I waited. I obeyed. I loved him with a devotion that bordered on obsession.
But on my twenty-first birthday, he brought her home.
"Julie, meet Lena. She's... special to me."
He introduced his childhood crush to me, his "sister," while holding her hand. The way he looked at her was soft, gentle—the way he used to look at me before she arrived.
"You're just a foster sister," he reminded me coldly when I cried. "Don't cross the line."
The line? He blurred the lines for twelve years! He made me dependent on him, made me believe we were destined, only to discard me when the "real" owner of his heart returned.
Fine. If I'm just a sister, then I'll leave.
But why is he chasing me now, begging me to come back, saying he can't sleep without me in the house?
"I'm not your sister anymore, Daniel. And I'm certainly not your wife."

Carlisle said that he would marry me when he became the godfather.
Gritting my teeth through the pain, I dug the bullet out of my arm and bandaged the wound out of habit. By the time I finished the whole process, I was already drenched in cold sweat from the agony.
The last candidate had been secretly taken care of by me ten minutes ago.
I returned to the dessert shop and hid the ring I had spent over a month designing inside a strawberry mousse cake.
Carlisle loves the cakes I make by hand the most. Tonight, I’m going to propose to him—I can’t wait for him to marry me anymore.
"Boss, one strawberry mousse cake, please make it quick."
I looked up at the customer who had just walked in and immediately lowered my head, afraid she might recognize me.
It was my stepsister, Karina.
"We’re closed. No cakes today."
Karina pointed at the cake I had just packed. "Isn’t there one right here? I’ll take this one. I’ll pay double."
I was about to refuse when Karina’s phone rang. "Sweetheart, why aren’t you back yet? Our son is getting impatient."
Karina put the money on the counter, grabbed the cake, and walked away. I didn’t stop her.
Because I saw the person on her video call—it was my fiancé, Carlisle.

Emma is the unfavoured adopted daughter of the Quinsley family. She was just a pitiful little girl who had to live under someone else's roof.

And Archie, son of the richest man in the country, tall, handsome, cold and evil.

Initially, There was no way that their fates would have crossed. However, due to a coincidence, Emma had become Archie's wife.

Emma had initially thought that she was only being used by him, but he would actually be a wife-doting man!

Whoever dared to bully her would be annihilated by him! He was highly overbearing outside, yet he was more like a hungry wolf in bed.

She couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to escape, but he blocked her. He lovingly asked, "Wife, you're already pregnant with my child. Where do you think you could escape to?"

She stared at him with nothing but emptiness holding in her beautiful grey eyes.

"What are you doing here." She mumbled in a blank tone waiting for him to spit out the reason of him showing up.

"Amy I-I am sorry I just." His throat contracted in a painful way as he couldn't find the right words to speak further.

"It's Amelia. And I already forgave you. Didn't I then why are you here." He shook his head stepping forward which only caused her to step back from him.

"Please Amy I want you back. I know what I did was wrong but it was a mistake and." His words cut short with a small laugh that escaped from her lips. An empty painful laugh.

"Wrong. You call this wrong. A mistake. Destroying someone's life isn't a mistake Mr. Stone. It's a sin. An unforgivable sin. And a forgiveness to a sin is God's right not mine. This is the last time I am giving you a warning. Stay away from me or I will forced to contact my lawyer."

A one wrong accusation turned their lives ups and down. One wrong step snatched everything from him. One wrong decision made the only person who loved him purely hate him the most.

Here's the story of a Ex-Wife Amelia Kales. And the broken man Liam Stone.

WARNING: IF YOUR LOOKING FOR A TYPICAL DRAMATIC EX WIFE STORY THEN KINDLY THIS STORY ISN'T FOR YOU. LASTLY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND SPELLING MISTAKES CAN BE FOUND.

Alice and Robert belonged to important families, although they had known each other since they were children, they did not see each other again until they learned that they were engaged. Robert refused to marry her, as he neither loved her nor knew her. When Alice learned that Robert did not want that marriage, she was relieved, as she did not want to marry him either and loved another man, so she appealed to her parents to annul the engagement, but they refused, as if they refused it would seem that they were more important and powerful, so the Taylors had to honor that engagement. Everything went on until the day of the wedding and once celebrated, Robert vented his anger against young Alice for forcing him to marry her and not refuse as he did. But Alice tries to explain to him that she didn't want to marry him either, and even confesses to him that she loves someone else. But those words only make Robert angry, believing all the time that Alice feels superior to him and so he demands her to tell him who is the man she loves, but Alice can't tell him that, because he is Robert's best friend. Jared Sinclair

"I'm sorry Alex, but we are not possible," I rejected the hottest guy on our campus because I was engaged with Maru, the heir of the richest family in the country.

I don't have a right to choose the person I want to be with, because I was born for my obligation in our family business.

My friends said I was an emotionless person, but I knew even if I tried to fight for the person I love, I can't win against my parents.

My dad married my mom for business. There was no love in them. So were Maru and I.

However, Maru had a girlfriend. Without hesitation, he broke up with her because he was going to marry me.

I was happy on our wedding day until his girlfriend showed up.

Mariela Valdez never imagined that her own father would sell her to a young and handsome millionaire, despite her denials and her stubbornness she could not oppose the decision they had made for her, now she was on the plane on her way to her new life, why would a successful and handsome man want to buy a wife? For what? Mariela hated Alexander Gabardini for having bought her and Alexander is willing to make her his slave if he doesn't do what he demands.

Gina's perfect life was turned into a live horror scene when she witnessed her husband fucking her sister. The worst part? She was pregnant and was ready to tell her husband only for her to realize they had been trying to make her infertile for years. Upon discovering their betrayal, they pushed her down a cliff and left her to die. Surprisingly, she was saved by a stranger who found her washed up on his beach. This stranger however wanted something from her. A marriage contract that could destroy the lives of the ones who tried to kill her. Except, this stranger also wanted her sister.

When Dorian Falco’s stepsister and secret lover was found brutally violated in a slum alleyway, the Mafia Don lost his fucking mind.
And he blamed me.
He dragged me into the manor's dungeon, throwing me to a dozen of his most depraved enforcers.
"Whatever Camilla suffered, you'll pay back a thousand times over."
I collapsed on the freezing floor, sobbing as I desperately clutched his pant leg. "I love you! I would never hurt her! Please, Dorian, believe me!"
Dorian only offered his cruelest sneer.
"Jealous that she gets the real thing? Fine. I'll make you filthier than she ever was."
He locked me in that blood-stained cell for seven days and nights.
His thugs, given carte blanche by the Don, whipped me with chains and violated me without restraint. I screamed Dorian's name in the darkness until my throat shredded.
Seven days later, Dorian returned with a recovering Camilla.
He stood outside the heavy iron door, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
"Crawl out here, Saoirse. Get on your knees, kiss Camilla's shoes, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you live."
Silence. No answer.
Because three days ago, I had already died in that cell.

He hung up on me while the killer's knife plunged into my body.

Seventeen seconds. That was our final call after seven years of marriage.

He was at the hospital with my "depressed" stepsister, convinced I was just being dramatic again. He didn't even let me finish.

I died that rainy night, taking a secret with me he'll never know.

Three days later, my husband—the city's chief medical examiner—caught a brutal case: female victim, face destroyed by acid.

He worked the autopsy with his usual precision. Methodical. Clinical. Until the facial reconstruction software completed its rendering.

When he recognized my face on that screen, blood exploded from his mouth.

He hit the floor hard.

"Grace, your trashy mom ruined Jessica's dress. Bitch deserved to die!"

Blake stepped on the bloody corpse, shoving me down to grovel at Jessica's feet.

The bastard forgot already? My mom sold our Texas ranch to make him rich! But once he hit it big, he let his secretary Jessica beat her to death like she was some street bum.

I looked at the body wearing that emerald ring, trying to tell him the truth, but he backhanded me hard.

Then the asshole ordered her thrown in the septic tank just to kiss up to Jessica.

I wiped blood from my mouth and laughed.

Idiot had no clue—that wasn't even my mother.

I'm Viper. I had a drunken one night stand. Or so I thought until I got served divorce papers after a meeting gone bad and my wife was the potential client. That meeting almost destroyed my club because I was a fool. I have two choices sign the papers and let her walk away forever but I also fix my mistakes. Or work my ass off to fix my mistakes and make my wife fall in love with me. I chose option two. But there is someone else that wants my wife for himself. I will fix my club and get my wife and this other guy better stay out of my way. I'm not going to stop until I get what is mine.
I'm Sabine, everyone calls me Pixie because of my size. I'm barely over five feet tall. I made the mistake and married a man I barely knew during a weekend of fun. He left me the next morning and I didn't see him for months until I went to a meeting about hiring a body guard with the Reckless Renegades. Imagine my surprise when I see my long lost husband with a skank on his arm. I fired him and had him served papers the next week. I cut off anything to do with the club. Business, friends, you name it. I wasn't going to be made a fool of. He left me so he should have just signed and let me move on with my life. I'm a champion ice skater but I need more. I want love and a family of my own. I thought I found it. Boy was I wrong. Now he is back and says he wants to win my heart.

They are Mr. Popular among girls and big-time playboys. They changed girls every night, like changing shirts. Until one day they eyes landed on the girls that hate so much.

He kissed me. This is my first kiss.

“I really like you, Everly. I wish that you were my mate.”

“But you have a girlfriend, Colton.”


Supernatural High is a high school for all supernaturals when they turn 17 years old and are going into their senior year of high school. Everyone gets to go there for their last year of high school and hopefully meet their mate.

I am a werewolf and this is my story. Hi, my name is Everly Stevenson and I am a werewolf. I am 17 years old and am a little on the chubby side. I will be going to Supernatural High for school this year. My twin brother, Noah, my best friends Elliot and Bethany, and my crush, Colton, are also going with me. I can’t wait to find out who my mate is. I hope that Colton is my mate. I guess I will have to wait and see.