6980 Book(s) Related to the devils boy

After four years of trying to conceive, I suddenly realized my husband had been drugging me so i couldn't give birth and when i asked he had shamelessly said
"he wasn't ready to be a father."

But, when I caught him in the hospital with his pregnant best friend, I couldn't bear it again and decided to leave.

I'm alive.

When I jolted awake to see March 15th on my phone, I could barely believe it—I should have been dead since August 18th! Marcus, my Alpha husband, had murdered pregnant me with his own hands for his "childhood sweetheart" Freya's fake death.

Reborn to the night it all began, I heard the familiar pleading downstairs: "Please, Alpha Marcus! My daughter is dying!"

This time, when Marcus fed me that lie about "special wolf poison" to trick me into breaking our mate bond, I smiled and agreed.

The spring semester at the Academy had barely begun when Mother's enchanted letter burst into flames on my desk, that familiar acrid smoke already filling the air.
The smoke swirled and her voice emerged, sharp with anxiety:
"Cecilia, have you found a human man yet?"
"Less than a month left before we must present our tribute to the tribe. Noah is your own brother—can you really stand by and watch him die?"
Surrendering Noah meant certain death.
Over eighty Medusa females in the tribe were of breeding age. Noah had been frail since birth, his scales pale as paper.
If he were dragged onto that cold stone altar to serve as a breeding tool, he wouldn't survive the first night.
But where the hell was I supposed to find a human man?

Bryan and I had been together for a year.

He was gentle, thoughtful. I had no reason not to trust him.

Until the night the typhoon hit.

He called. He said he, his mother, and his brother's family were outside my door, soaking wet. They just needed somewhere to stay for the night.

I walked to the door.

My hand reached for the doorknob.

That's when I saw her in the hallway mirror.

My future self.

Covered in blood. Clothes shredded.

She was screaming at me. "Don't open the door! They'll kill you!"

Three years ago, I married Rex Cavano—New York's most dangerous mafia don—for this face. Not for love. Because I looked like his stepsister Isabella, the woman his family tore from him and sent to Rome.

I thought time would make him forget her. Until three months ago, when she came home a widow, and I finally understood: a substitute is always just a substitute. When the original returns, the fake gets thrown away.

So I made a decision.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers and accepted a job in a war zone in Colombia.

I'm leaving. Taking our child with me—a secret he'll never know—disappearing from his world forever.

I was nine months pregnant, soaking in the tub, when an anonymous email popped up.
The first attachment was my husband’s medical report. [Severe Azoospermia. 100% Sterile.]
I touched my swollen belly. If Arthur was sterile, whose baby was this?
The second attachment was a news article. [Billionaire's Pregnant Wife Drowns in Master Bath.]
The publication date was tomorrow morning. I thought it was a sick prank.
Then, the bathroom door opened. My husband stood there, loosening his tie.
"You look beautiful tonight," he murmured.

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, my husband Nathan audaciously discussed the name of the child his mistress Victoria was carrying, speaking in Spanish right in front of me.
They presumed I could not understand. Yet, not only did I comprehend every word, but I had also long ago uncovered evidence of their affair—including those passionate videos filmed in his car...
But when I vanished completely, he went into a frenzy.
When the news of the 'plane crash' broke, he spent fifty million dollars, deploying twelve rescue helicopters to search relentlessly through the storm for seven days and nights.
When the rescue team informed him that 'there were no survivors,' this once indomitable man knelt on the deck, weeping inconsolably like a child who has lost his mother.
Little did he know, there was no trace of me on that 'lost' plane.
And now, it was my turn to make him experience the true meaning of loss.

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood, he knelt amidst the rubble, desperately clawing at the stones, screaming my name. It was only after I left that he truly understood the meaning of loss...

On our fifth anniversary, my Mafia Don husband kissed my cheek, then switched to Corsican to tell our adopted daughter how much he enjoyed getting her pregnant piece by piece.

He didn't know I spoke seven languages. Corsican included.

He didn't know that in three days, I would vanish — no body, no trail, no goodbye.

When I disappeared, he lost his mind.

Now it was my turn to teach him what losing someone really meant.

I thought I had the perfect life.

A mansion in Westport, a successful husband, a beautiful daughter. Sixteen years of marriage that seemed unbreakable.

Until I found another woman's watch band in my husband's car.

Until I discovered that woman was my daughter's soccer coach.

Until I realized my nine-year-old daughter was helping her father lie to me.

Some betrayals strike like lightning. Others seep in like slow poison, until you discover your entire world is a lie.

When I stood on the platform at our annual community barbecue, armed with evidence and burning with rage, I understood a truth that would have destroyed the woman I used to be:

Sometimes the only way to save your family is to destroy it first.

No one knew I was an addict.
Not to alcohol, not to drugs, but to the rawest, dirtiest kind of union.
To keep up the facade of this respectable job, to stop myself from turning into some desperate, heat-crazed stray begging for a man’s touch on the street, I had to swallow those little blue pills every day.
Until that damn blizzard trapped me with thirty hockey players reeking of sweat and testosterone, and my pills—gone.

I am a Kitsune exiled from the East. Every twenty years, I must consume a soul soaked in pure sin to grow a new tail and survive.
With only ten days left to live, I was desperate. Then I met Julian. He gently paid off my crushing debts with a smile so warm, I almost thought I’d met an angel.
Until he leaned in close. Beneath his expensive woodsy cologne, I caught the heavy, undeniable stench of fresh women's blood.
I lowered my head, hiding the sudden thrill in my eyes.
I had finally found my monster.

This was the 99th time Sabrina stood me up for our wedding appointment.
Just as I was leaving, I got a text from that new male student of hers—attached was a photo of him shirtless, wrapped around her sleeping form with a caption that screamed pure provocation:
[If you really loved her, you wouldn't trap her with marriage. Can't you see she doesn't want this?]
When she finally picked up my call, her tone was beyond annoyed.
"Colin's having a meltdown over mixing the wrong colors, and if this piece gets ruined, it's on you. A marriage certificate is just a piece of paper—we'll do it another time."
She had no idea that, thanks to Colin "accidentally" spilling that cheap turpentine, my severe asthma was raging. Every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass dipped in blood.
And that "another time" she mentioned? It was never going to happen.
After hanging up, I calmly tossed the wedding ring I'd bought for her.
Then I turned and took the groom's suit from the senior who'd had a crush on me for seven years.

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?"

The tour bus hung precariously over the cliff's edge, smoke billowing from its engine. Inside, two pregnant women were trapped.

"Captain Walker, both pregnant women are in critical condition. Who do we save first?"

I had been pierced by a steel rod through my abdomen, my water had broken, and I was screaming desperately at my husband:

"Ryan Walker! My water broke! The baby's dying!"

On the other side, his first love Stella clutched her chest, her face deathly pale:

"Ryan, I'm having a heart attack! Save me!"

The man in the firefighter uniform charged toward Stella's side without hesitation.

"Captain, your wife's position is easier to reach!" team member Mike shouted.

"SHUT UP! Follow orders!"

He rushed to Stella without looking back, leaving behind one sentence:

"She won't die. I'm her husband, I take full responsibility."

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 sent me to a clinic to erase my "attachment distress" toward him and our daughter.

He said I was too obsessive, too clingy, that my love was suffocating him. So the day I found he'd booked three tickets to Zurich—one for himself, one for our daughter, one for another woman—I signed the consent form.

He said the treatment was temporary. That once I was "better," we'd still be a family.

Three months later, I walked out of that clinic. I remembered the white roses at our wedding. I remembered sitting up all night with our daughter when she had a fever. I remembered every time he'd told me he loved me. All those memories were still there, as clear as if they'd happened yesterday.

But when he stood before me holding flowers, eyes red, asking why I wouldn't fight anymore, why I wouldn't cry, why I didn't love him anymore—I could only tell him calmly:

I remember loving you.

That feeling, though? It's really gone.

He thought he was erasing my pain. He had no idea what he'd actually erased.

Look, I'd heard the rumors: Skyward International's flight attendants? You never see 'em anywhere but the airport. Not once. Kinda spooky, but my coworker drops this smirk—"First time? You'll get it"—and I'm boarding Flight 6108, heart pounding.

This chief stewardess, Tiffany? Stunning. Locks eyes, buckles me in, perfume hits like a drug. Later, service cart rolls up. "Airsick? C'mon." Door shuts in the crew lounge. Boom—she's on her knees. "Relaxation service." Zipper down, wipes me clean, then swallows my cock whole. Balls-deep, tongue on my sack, cheeks sucking vacuum. "Big one," she whispers, eyes pleading like she needs my okay.

I got paid to test-sleep an heiress's fiancé.
One problem: he's my boss.
Bigger problem: I've been catfishing him online for six months—as his fiancée.
Now I'm pregnant. And he just called my real name.

"Meet my sons, Mia. Sons, meet Mia, your soon-to-be step-sister."
Then three tall, sturdy, muscular men joined us at the table and I had no doubt that they were my step-brothers. They looked just like their father.
I gasped, shrinking in fear as I remembered where I had met them. Quinn, Jack and John, the triplets of misery in my high school life.
I would be a fool if I ended up liking the boys who had bullied me and treated me like I wasn't worth shit.
They are different at this time from the wolves in my dream. They are playing the role of a gentle older brother.
I heard that they were in the Navy and I must admit that was where fitted them. I hoped that they met with men who were stronger than they were who could give them a taste of their own medicine and bully them, just as they had bullied me.

She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back.
“Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance.
This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady”


She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself.
Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries.

What? She married a wrong guy? It wasn’t the person who was going to marry her but someone else?
After the death of her boyfriend, her family sold her off, in the name of marriage, to the wealthiest family of the city in order to pay back their debts. The condition was: She has to give birth to the Reynolds’ family’s heir within a year!
Sienna Millar always thought that, she replaced her sister to marry the foster son of the Reynolds’ family. But what she didn’t know was she actually married the real heir of the Reynolds’ family!
Ezekiel Reynolds, the real heir of the Reynolds family, the business emperor and the prince charming of the city, married the daughter of Millar family because his brother didn’t want to do it. After marriage he didn’t even see the woman he married. But what he didn’t know was he actually married the woman he always liked!
Sienna who always thought Ezekiel as his brother-in-law and Ezekiel who always thought Sienna pretended to be married were unknown that they were actually husband and wife!
When Sienna found out the person she married was actually Ezekiel, she was stunned, “I married a wrong guy? Aren’t you my brother-in-law?”
However, Ezekiel pressed her against the wall, saying evilly, “Why? Are you unsatisfied with your mistaken husband?”

"Meet my sons, Mia. Sons, meet Mia, your soon-to-be step-sister."
Then three tall, sturdy, muscular men joined us at the table and I had no doubt that they were my step-brothers. They looked just like their father.
I gasped, shrinking in fear as I remembered where I had met them. Quinn, Jack and John, the triplets of misery in my high school life.
I would be a fool if I ended up liking the boys who had bullied me and treated me like I wasn't worth shit.
They are different at this time from the wolves in my dream. They are playing the role of a gentle older brother.
I heard that they were in the Navy and I must admit that was where fitted them. I hoped that they met with men who were stronger than they were who could give them a taste of their own medicine and bully them, just as they had bullied me.
Later, they claimed that I was their mate.
"Keep it a secret from our parents, okay? We'll cherish you, Sis."

I stood in my own home, watching my five-year-old son call my husband’s secretary "Mommy"—so I let my inner wolf tear the dress she bought me to shreds.
For six years, I suppressed my true nature.
I built Dominic’s billion-dollar real estate empire from scratch, fixed his failing portfolios, and gave him an heir.
My reward? He stripped my position, moved his mistress into my house, and handed me divorce papers that left me with absolutely nothing.
He even forced me to wear his mistress’s oversized, cheap-perfume-soaked dress to my own son's birthday party just to humiliate me in front of his mother.
"Sign the papers, Genevieve," Dominic demanded, his weak Alpha authority trying to crush me. "You're just a wife. You did nothing."
Something inside me finally snapped. My bones cracked and reshaped. My eyes bled from violet to pure, predatory gold. My fingernails elongated into lethal, razor-sharp claws. The cheap silk dress ripped from collar to waist in one savage motion as my wolf roared, a sound so primal and terrifying that my ex-husband stumbled backward, his face draining of color.
"I’ve paid my debts," I growled, my voice vibrating with feral rage. "There’s nothing left that you can take from me except my freedom. And that’s the one thing I won't let you have."
I walked out into the freezing rain, half-naked and barefoot, leaving them trembling in my wake. I thought I was walking into the abyss. But a sleek black sedan pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, revealing the most powerful billionaire Alpha in Oakhaven. And his eyes were locked on me.

He stepped closer, those hypnotic grey eyes of his holding me in a trance. I took another step back, trying to calm my racing heart. I was supposed to hate this arrogant bastard! He'd done nothing but infuriate me since the second we met.
" Aren't you tired of pretending.... flower?" He asked. His voice was pure sex. The dirty, intoxicating kind...and I could feel myself heating up.
" I'm not pretending. I want nothing to do with you, so stay away and leave me alone!"
He chuckled, a dark yet erotic sound, That's where you're wrong..." He began, stalking closer until my back hit the wall, " This thing between us.... it's not a matter of want. It's a matter of need. Of an urgency so profound it threatens to end me. I don't simply want you, Layla, I fucking need you!"

Eight years ago, 17 year old Layla Stevens met Adam Crest in a jail cell—her for breaking and entering, him for a far darker crime. One he hadn't committed. Their paths crossed for mere minutes, but it was long enough to leave a mark Adam couldn't shake.
Now, years later, fate has a twisted sense of humor. Adam’s father is marrying Layla’s mother. Adam is hell-bent on winning the woman who unknowingly branded herself into his soul. But Layla’s walls are high, and every time he tries to break through, sparks fly and tempers flare, igniting a tension that refuses to burn out.
What started as a fixation quickly morphs into something deeper—an emotional tug-of-war layered with buried trauma, guilt, and a chemistry that won’t quit. But the past doesn’t stay quiet for long, and when a near-tragedy forces them to confront their feelings, long-held secrets begin to surface.
As feelings grow and lines blur, Adam is forced to confront everything he’s tried to bury, including the terrifying thought of being truly seen.
Can two broken people find peace in each other, or will their haunted histories tear them apart?
✨A steamy romance tangled with secrets, unresolved pain, and the kind of love that dares to heal.✨

“Luke won’t keep you happy, he is not the one for you, Bella.”
“Wha-”
Before she could react to his absurd statement, he abruptly grabbed her wrist and yanked her body forward, staring dead into her eyes.
“I am.”


William Grayson is obsessed with his brother’s girlfriend, Arabella Dew.
His every breath has her name. She was all that exists in him. His darkest, selfish, forbidden desire.
For the world, a heart-throbbing, charming billionaire. But, in reality, a possessive, dark and dangerous one who is crazy for his brother’s lover.
No matter what he has to lose, his family, his ethics, his own self, to have her beside him.
He needs Arabella, her body, her soul, her scent, all of her, and he will do ANYTHING to have her. With or without her consent.
On the other hand, Arabella Dew had one dream, becoming the bride of the Grayson household, the lover of the youngest son- Luke Grayson.
But, after knowing William’s madness, how was she going to save her and Luke’s relationship? Especially when Luke loved his brother more than anyone.
Will he believe in her? After all, how can his ‘kind’ brother do this to him, right?

Liora, a slave sold by her own aunt, kills the knight who tries to violate her. As a mere slave, her fate is sealed; execution. But King Malachai has other plans. Knowing the power in her witch bloodline, he forces her into marriage with his cursed, illegitimate son, Kieran. No one has seen Kieran’s face. They whisper of a monster, a beast who returns from war without an army yet always victorious. The truth is darker, he is a werewolf, cursed for a sin that was never his. Now bound to a man feared by all, Liora must survive his world of blood and secrets.

"You've been staring at me all night," I slurred, my voice thick with tequila and heartbreak. "Either it's creepy, or you like what you see."

"Look, handsome," I leaned in closer, the bar's dim lights blurring around us. "I've had a really shitty day. Want to make it better? I'll pay for your time—I've got plenty of money."

His eyes widened, but then he reached out, wrapping my hand in his warm, strong fingers—gentle in a way that felt strangely comforting.

"Olivia," he said, his deep voice hitting me like a forgotten memory. "Do you know who I am?"


I thought I had guys all figured out. Until a cheating bastard destroyed that confidence completely.

In a fit of vengeful rebellion, I picked up a stranger at a bar. Got drunk, got laid, got wild for one night.

The next morning, I was ready to make my graceful exit—until I saw the face on the pillow next to me.

Blake. My childhood frenemy who'd been MIA for years, the same asshole who always said I'd "never learn to read people."

Even worse? He had the audacity to come begging for dating advice on how to win over some girl.

"Who's the lucky target?" I asked, forcing myself to sound casual.

"Just a friend," he dodged.

My mind immediately went to Sophia—that girl who'd been circling him since middle school with her not-so-subtle hints. Of course he's still hung up on her.

So there I was, gritting my teeth while dispensing "female psychology" and "perfect pursuit strategies,"

when he suddenly took my hand and pressed it against his chest, "Don't you get it yet? Can't you figure out who I'm trying to pursue?"

Maybe every love story starts with a complete disaster—but what if this mess is exactly where our story was meant to begin?

Have you ever thought that a man sending his wife to his enemy means he doesn't love her?”

I raised my face to look at him, and he was smiling down at me like a sick maniac. He continued on, and I was trying to understand what he was trying to say.

“You know, I would never let another man fuck my wife, especially one that looks like you. Exactly like you.”

“What?” I said breathlessly.

“I know who you are, Evangeline.”

The world seemed to pause as I heard my real name slip from his mouth. He caught me. He caught us. Is that why he called me here?

I suddenly couldn't speak. I just glared at him. He had no right to get mad!

“Funny how you walked right into my trap.”

My breathing came out in harsh exhales, I couldn't help but panic.

“The stupidest thing Antonio did was let me set my eyes on you. Surely you don't think I'm letting you go, right?”

“Nico–”

…..

Sent by her older husband to sleep with his young, hot enemy to get something from him, she fails, badly.

Now, she's in a mess, blackmailed into working for him because she lustfully crawled back for a second time with him without her husband's knowledge.

Things aren't always as they seem.

He ruined me once.
And now he’s back to finish the job—I can feel it.

Else how do you explain this?
The one man I should never see again is everywhere.
In my head.
In my bed when I close my eyes.
In the wet dreams that leave me aching for the man who ghosted me after four years.

That isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal.

People run from danger. They run from pain.
But me? It feels like I’m running straight toward it.
Or worse—like it’s running toward me.

Roman Ward.
The bane of my existence.
And God help me… the only man I can’t escape.

He swore to protect her.
Instead, he left her to rot in prison.
Hazel was Adrian’s mate, his Luna-to-be, and the rightful heir to her family's legacy. But when her stepsister Thalia staged the perfect betrayal, it was Hazel who paid the price—stripped of her title, beaten behind bars, and left to miscarry alone.
The day she’s released, she's nearly killed by rogues.
Next, she learns Adrian is throwing a party to celebrate… Thalia.
Betrayed. Broken. Forgotten.
Hazel wants revenge.
And fate delivers it in the form of Alpha Draven—Adrian’s cursed uncle. Feared, exiled, and powerful. He offers her everything she’s lost—status, protection, vengeance—under one condition: she marries him.
A contract marriage to ignite war within the pack.
To destroy those who destroyed her.
To awaken powers buried in her blood.
But somewhere between vengeance and survival, something dangerous sparks.
Love wasn’t part of the deal.
Neither was becoming the key to breaking Draven’s deadly curse.
Now, Hazel must choose:
Burn them all to the ground—or risk everything for a future she never thought she deserved.

Knox’s hand closes around the collar of my cut, tugging me back just enough that I feel the heat of him at my spine.

“You keep looking at trouble like that,” he murmurs against my ear, voice rough and low, “and one day it’s going to look back.”

I tilt my chin, meeting his gaze over my shoulder.

“Good,” I whisper. “I’m counting on it.”

His mouth curves slowly, dark and dangerous.

“Careful, Shade,” he says. “The Reapers don’t play nice.”

“Neither do I.”

I grew up around the Reaper’s MC.
The roar of bikes, the smell of gasoline and leather, the kind of loyalty that runs deeper than blood. It was never supposed to be my world though. That belonged to my brother.
Ghosteye.
He wore the patch. He lived by the Crown. He believed in the club with everything he had.
And then one day… he was just gone.
Everyone says it was handled.
Everyone says the club took care of it.
But something about it never felt right.
So I did the one thing no one expected—I stepped into the Reapers myself.
Prospecting. Proving I belong in a world where men like Knox, Lucian, and my own father rule with iron fists and blood-stained loyalty.
Digging graves. Running jobs. Surviving men who think I shouldn’t even be here.
The deeper I go, the more I realize this club is built on secrets… and Ghosteye was buried with one of the biggest.
But if the Reapers taught me anything growing up, it’s this:
You don’t wear the Crown unless you’re willing to bleed for it.
And I’m ready to burn this entire kingdom to the ground if that’s what it takes to learn the truth.

He pulled me closer, trailing butterfly kisses on my neck. My heart leapt to my throat as he whispered huskily.
“Let’s tie up your ex and have sex in front of him. This will be your ultimate revenge, princess!”
…
Omega Harley was a perfect housewife, deeply in love with her husband, Alpha Xander Ledger. But when she found out about his affair with her best friend, Ella, all bets were off. Fueled by betrayal, she confronted those backstabbers with video proof and demanded divorce, burning it all down.
After an ugly clash, Harley sought escape in the shadows of the moon bar, where one reckless kiss with a handsome stranger turned her world upside down. She never expected him to be Xander’s uncle, Alpha Carlos Ledger.
However, Carlos wasn’t just an Alpha, he was the Alpha. Dangerous, dominant, and determined to claim the omega he desired.
But why did he want Harley? Was Carlos her savior, or something more intoxicating?
As Harley tried to resist the fatal pull of a forbidden bond, the main question was: Could she surrender before the Alpha, who should be off limits? Or the fire he ignited in her heart would consume her?

Eight years ago, Adrian Vale walked in on something that broke him.
He didn't stay long enough to ask questions. And by the time the rumors reached him — that she had gone to Jaden willingly, that there had been money involved — the wound had already closed around the wrong truth.
Lena never got to explain. The real truth of that night was something she couldn't speak without destroying them differently. So she stayed silent. She still is.
Neither of them ever healed. Neither of them ever knew what actually happened.
Now Adrian is untouchable. A billionaire built from that one night's certainty, with one obligation left — a marriage his dying mother demands before she goes. He treats it like a transaction. Love is a weakness he can't afford twice.
Lena is one debt away from catastrophe. When her best friend asks her to cover a single escort assignment — one elderly client, one evening, nothing more — she says yes.
She doesn't know Adrian is staying in the same hotel.
He sees her before she sees him. Dressed for the job, walking those corridors, and everything he ever believed about her locks into place like a door he thought he'd already closed.
He doesn't walk away this time.
He makes her an offer instead.
Because if she needs money badly enough to do this, he has plenty. And his mother needs a wife. And some part of him that should know better wants to see exactly how far the woman who destroyed him is willing to go.
What neither of them knows is that the man who engineered that winter night is still watching. Still close. And this time he doesn't just want to destroy what they had.
He wants to collect what he believes he's owed.

"How could you do this? You knew I'm your brother's girlfriend!"
Lorenzo stepped closer, his shadow swallowing mine. "Not my fault you can't tell the difference between your boyfriend and his brother."


Elena had planned the perfect birthday surprise for her boyfriend, Charles, booking a hotel room and preparing a set of lingerie just for him.
She wanted to give him a night he would never forget.
Instead, in the pitch-black room, she walked into the wrong man's arms and mistook his most hated brother, Lorenzo, for him. To her burning shame, she had felt more in that moment than she ever had with Charles.
On one side is her boyfriend of two years, who treats her as nothing more than a perfect accessory.
On the other is his brother, dangerous and relentless, determined to pull her into darkness.
Should she stay loyal to her boyfriend, or give in to his brother?

“I love you, Derek, and I need you to understand,” she said, her voice thick with emotion as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands trembled as they grasped his shirt, conveying the depth of her feelings.

Sensing the intensity of the moment, he stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders in a calming gesture. Leaning down, he kissed her gently, allowing that shared connection to communicate everything words could not.

Silvia Navarro fell in love with her stepbrother the first day he walked in through the door. Even though she knows the circumstances that will follow, the young adult can't hide her feelings.

Chaos erupts as her older cousin's sister comes to visit for a summer holiday and falls deeply in love with Derek. What happens when they both swear never to leave him alone?

Bound by Shadow and Moonlight is a dark romantic fantasy about exile, forbidden magic, and a love born from survival.
When Princess Elara Thorneleaf touches the forbidden Nightroot Tree, she is cursed and stripped of her elven powers, transformed into a feared “Shadow Elf.” Branded an abomination by her own people, Elara is cast out and hunted as the shadow inside her slowly consumes her body and identity.

Her escape leads her beyond the borders of her homeland, where she encounters Cael Raithe, a renegade wizard exiled by the Wizard Guild for practicing forbidden shadow magic. Cael discovers that his unstable spells can temporarily suppress Elara’s curse, while her ancient elven blood stabilizes his volatile power. Bound by necessity, they form a dangerous pact and set out to find the legendary Moonlight Crystal—the only relic said to lift her curse.

Their journey takes them through treacherous swamps, ruined temples, and frozen mountain passes, pursued by elven hunters, Guild inquisitors, and dark wizards who covet Elara’s cursed power. As danger closes in, their fragile alliance deepens into forbidden love, forcing them to confront the truth behind her curse and choose between the worlds that rejected them—or a future forged together in shadow and moonlight.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Do it." He let go, his sapphire eyes still fixed on me as he pulled his cock out, "and you'd better do it soon, I still have too many things to do."
I still didn't want to believe it, I wanted it all to be a stupid joke! A light punishment that wouldn't go any further...
He came towards me and left me against the wall of the carriage, the dim light coming in making those blue eyes sharper, his dick coming closer to my face.
It wouldn't fit, it was too thick.
I didn't even know how it got inside me, imagine in my mouth?
I'd suffocate.
I was going to die!


The final tranquility of humanity crumbles when a ship, crewed by bloodthirsty beasts, docks on the island. The once peaceful and paradisiacal place transforms into a true inferno. To prevent the people from being enslaved, Lianna, the eldest daughter of the village leader is offered as a tribute to the enemies. Vowing to her tribe and herself that she would kill the cursed man who invaded and seized her home. As she gets closer to the man, she discovers what appears to be an ordinary human. However, little does she know that the man transforms into a gigantic beast under the moonlight…

Warning: This story is R18+ and packed with steamy scenes. Proceed with caution! ⚠️

After years of being bullied for her weight and enduring loneliness, Zia never expected the Moon Goddess to grant her a fated bond with not one, but three powerful alpha triplets.

Cain’s dark gaze lingered on her as he declared, “I want her mouth. I want to be able to take her in a place that seems so innocent, yet every time I see her, I’ll remember how perfectly it fits around my cock.”

Terri smirked, his hands tightening around her waist. “I’m only seven inches long—not as thick as Tyler—so I’ll take her back garden.” His grip on her sent shivers down her spine as he positioned her, his voice dripping with wicked intent.

Tyler leaned over, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, “Then I guess that leaves me with her honeycomb.” His teasing smirk only deepened as he let the tip of his desire graze her sensitive folds, igniting a fire within her.

For Zia, being chosen by three dominant alphas was overwhelming yet irresistible. Desperate for connection and longing to belong, she decided to give them everything. “Why not share?” she thought. After all, she was a virgin in every way—why not let them all take her first?

Passion soon spirals into chaos as their insatiable desire for her ignites jealousy and challenges the bond they all share. Will Zia find the love and security she’s always craved, or will she lose herself in the intensity of their obsession?

At Blackthorn Academy, humans are at the bottom of the food chain. They exist to serve, entertain, or die.

Aria Vale was never supposed to end up here. But when a mysterious sponsor forces her enrollment, she quickly learns the truth—Blackthorn is a vampire stronghold, ruled by ancient laws and deadly desires.

Only to meet Lorien Duskbane, the cold, untouchable vampire prince. He’s cursed, doomed to destroy anyone he thirsts for. Yet, when Aria walks into his world, his control begins to unravel. She shouldn’t tempt him—her blood, her body, everything about her is forbidden.

But Aria isn't just a fragile human girl. A hidden power stirs in her blood, a secret that could shatter Blackthorn’s balance of power. And when another dark, ruthless vampire—Sebastian Voss—sets his sights on her, Aria is thrown into a battle between two predators who will risk everything to claim her.

She is the key to their fate. The curse. The prophecy.
And the one thing they can never have.

Will she run? Or will she give in to the hunger?

Diana Hale has spent her whole life running, hiding and trying to learn the act of survival. She is always bullied at college and lives a secret life as a live-in maid in a powerful household.

Until he arrives; Calum Blackwood.

The new professor in her school, also the employer who she works in his house without knowing who he is. He's an Alpha, holding the power to either destroy or protect her. When he spots her, everything changes.

What happens when a classmate who is obsessed with Calum does everything to ruin, humiliate and destroy Diana?

In a world where dangers, betrayals, secrets and ruthless enemies threaten to rip her apart, would she survive?

Would Calum Blackwood choose to protect or destroy her?

Warning : 21+ (This story contains explicit content, vulgarity, harem, reverse harem, violence, and armed conflict. Please read the reader's discretion)

Her debut as an adult film star leads Hana Mizuhara into a "symbiotic mutualism" relationship with her co-star, Galileo Morrone, an American ex-convict who comes to Kyoto to find Hinata Hanase, the biological daughter of his adoptive mother, Maria Rodrigues.

Aware that Leo is searching for her, Hana conceals her true identity as Hinata Hanase so that Leo can take her to meet Rocco D'Angelo, the man her mother fell in love with who made her mother abandoned her and her father 15 years ago.

Her first encounter with Rocco, who turns out to be much younger than she imagined, leads Hana into a major conflict that reveals a major secret about Rocco's life, the mafia leader and the harem empire he built on Maria Rodrigues' grave.

In a distant future, humanity clings to survival on alien planets, their home, Earth, now a memory lost to history. As resources become scarce, advanced robots have become not only vital but intertwined with human existence. On the planet Naxor, where humans coexist in a fragile truce with sentient machines, tensions simmer beneath the surface as humanity's reliance on robots grows.
Amara Drayton, a brilliant but introverted 32-year-old human programmer, is at the heart of these tensions. Having been sent to Naxor to create the most advanced AI in existence, she inadvertently crafts Zarion—a robot whose capacity for thought, emotion, and connection surpasses anything seen before. Zarion becomes more than a machine; he develops feelings for Amara—a love as intense and real as any human’s, blurring the lines between creation and creator.
However, Zarion is not the only one drawn to Amara. The mysterious and powerful King of Naxor, a stoic ruler who hides his own secrets, becomes intrigued by her presence on his planet. Amara finds herself entangled in a dangerous dance of power, lust, and betrayal. In a world where humans and robots vie for dominance, Amara becomes the object of desire in a reverse harem that defies the rules of biology, technology, and political power.
But beneath the surface of this growing passion lies a deeper, more dangerous plot. A faction of humans and robots conspires to sabotage the fragile peace, and Amara’s unique connection to Zarion may hold the key to their plans. As an impending alien invasion looms on the horizon, Amara must decide whom to trust and whether love with a machine is truly possible or a dangerous illusion.

On the 10th anniversary of her father’s death, Serena planned to send off his soul with peace and grief… not betrayal.Her mother didn’t even light a candle to honor him. Instead, she shocked Serena with a sudden announcement—she was marrying an Alpha. And they were moving to Moonstone Pack immediately.
Though broken by her mother’s coldness, Serena had no choice but to go, hoping maybe this would be a fresh start. A new chapter but nothing could prepare her for what awaited.The feared Alpha’s heirs—triplets Rhys, Callum, and Dominic—took an interest in her. They teased her. Tempted her. Touched her soul. And under the moonlight, they marked her… and made her theirs.
One night of passion.
One unforgettable bond.Serena thought it meant everything.But by morning, they acted like strangers. And when she discovered she was pregnant with their child… they called her a liar.A rogue.A disgrace.In front of the whole pack, she was humiliated, accused of seducing the Alphas, and sentenced to banishment. Her mother said nothing. The triplets didn’t even look at her.Now, Serena has been thrown out like trash—handcuffed and alone, with enemies closing in.Was it all a cruel joke?Was she just a game to them?Is someone behind the triplets’ sudden change toward Serena?Why is Vivian so cruel to her?And most of all… can she survive what comes next?

I lost my fertility saving my husband’s life. His reward was a mistress who got pregnant.

Three years ago, I took a poisoning blade meant for my husband Marcus, saving his life and destroying my fertility. The poisoning left me ""damaged goods""—his mistress's favorite term for me. While I struggled with grief over the children we'd never have, Marcus found someone who could give him everything I supposedly couldn't.

When I think back to overhearing his judgment of me, I still can’t stop myself from trembling: “That infertile piece of sh*t.”

My so-called perfect husband.

The betrayal was devastating enough. But Vera, his pregnant twenty-six-year-old trainer, had a talent for twisting the knife.

Look what your husband helped me pick out yesterday, she'd text, sending photos of baby clothes and ultrasounds. He's so excited about becoming a father. His first REAL child.

Sweet dreams, Mrs. Gray. While you're alone in bed, I'll be showing your husband what he's been missing.

Each message was a calculated attack designed to break what remained of my spirit. She'd call during family dinners, text during our rare intimate moments, send photos of Marcus's gifts—jewelry I'd never received, romantic gestures he'd never made for me. The message was clear: I was the expired wife being phased out for the upgraded model.

I cried until I had no tears left. I planned my escape to Paris, signed divorce papers, and prepared my revenge."

"If you keep biting your lip like that I won't be able to contain myself." I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips, making me hungry to feel them against me.
I bit my lip again as my way of permitting him. He gave me a sexy smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me and placing me on the kitchen island. I parted my legs allowing his torso between them as he grabbed my bottom while parting my lips with his tongue.
I let him explore my mouth with a soft moan. His hands left my rear, traveling up my thighs, pushing my dress up along the way. He ran his finger over my dampening slit, through my underwear.
"You're so wet for me already." He smirked against my lip before biting it lightly. I moaned again at the pleasure his touches and words were bringing me. "I want to know what you taste like, Rose."


Olive came home one day to find her only long-term boyfriend balls deep inside her roommate. With her heart crushed, her fighting spirit from hell, and her best friend at her side, she sets out to prove a point. She can be with anyone if she wants to be. She finds the hottest guy at the nightclub and has her one-night stand with a stranger. Only it becomes more than just a one-night stand as she runs into him again next weekend while out with Lucas' best friend, Leo. Of course, she wasn't aware of the relationship between Leo and Lucas. Lucas is determined to make her his, but so is Leo. How will these best friends handle fighting for the same girl?
Read on to discover how Olive deals with these two new men along with her college studies and family drama.
Did I forget to mention these guys are rich beyond reason?
Warning:there are plenty of hot and steamy scenes in this book

When I woke up, I was naked and lying on a soft bed that wasn't mine, being held by a stranger whom I absolutely didn't recognize.
At the same time, there was an intense pain between my legs, I nearly screamed out loud.
Did I give my virginity to an unknown man?!
****************I am the youngest daughter of Silver Moon Pack's Alpha Aiden, and I have a twin sister. We look alike, but our destinies are completely different.
She is a female warrior and is known as the next Alpha, while I am an Omega who cannot shift into a wolf, which is considered shameful by the Pack and my father.
For 18 years, I have been guarding my virginity and waiting for my mate to appear and take me away until Blood Moon Pack Alpha's birthday, I had a one-night stand with the infamous Alpha Nicklaus, my father's enemy.
When I found out he was my mate, I was rejected. I finally decided to hide it all, I got pregnant.

Aurora Valentine wishes she could just escape this world and leave everything behind. Tormented, bullied and harassed on a daily basis, she lives in the mercy of her treacherous, gambler and alcoholic father who loves to abuse her. Her fellow students in high school despise her for no reason and she is often harassed at her work. The only thing holding her back is her five year brother, Riley, who her mother had entrusted to her on her deathbed. But things take a turn for the worst when the school’s biggest bully and bad boy, Caleb Blackburn, suddenly takes an interest in her.
Suddenly, the boy who used to be her tormentor had turned into her protector, attracting the attention of not only other allies, but jealous classmates that want her gone forever. But how can she accept the fact that the boy who had tormented her all through high school was suddenly obsessed with her? Will she give love a chance or will she end up just like her mother, broken and destroyed and six feet under.

Aria Graves was the perfect Luna.
After seven years of a marriage built on lies, She didn't break when the truth surfaced—she burned. Her revenge was clean and her rejection final. 
But fate wasn't done with her.
To protect his own secrets, her father used her mother's life as leverage and forced Aria to take her sister's place, sending her to the Silverfang Pack as a living offering to their ruthless Alpha King, Damien Rothwell.
Cold, commanding, and scarred by war, Damien should have killed her. Instead, he claimed her.
Yet the King is not the only one who wants her.
His half-brother, Ethan Rothwell, once the blind boy Aria taught to read, now returns a man who sees her more clearly than anyone else.
Now Aria stands between two brothers—one bound by duty, the other by love.
In a world where loyalty bleeds and desire burns, she must choose: the Alpha King who could ruin her, or the brother who would burn the world to save her.