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*Warning: Including violence and explicit mature content.

"So? Will you? You let me fuck you, and I'll give your camera back." Zane repeated his offer.
"Fuck yourself! Asshole!" Alaia's face withered as she pushed against his chest the hardest she could manage. Her nails scratched his arms as she fought him. But she didn't move an inch from the bed. Or Zane away from her.
Instead, he caught her hands and pinned them above her head.
"Easy, rabbit!" He smirked without a trace of softness in his eyes. His eyes were blue-gray. Alaia saw the shade clearly now. Such a pretty pair of eyes, yet so ice-cold, soulless.
"Get your dirty hands off me!" Alaia roared and raised her head, getting into Zane's face spitefully.
Dirty? Zane sneered. Alaia Jones was no longer the same princess he first met. Still, her eyes glowered at him with pride, nobility, and dignity. It made Zane's anger boil up.
I will destroy all her pride. All her dignity! He promised inwardly. He first made that promise to himself a long time ago.
And now was the time to keep it.
"Hundred thousand dollars for one night!" Zane dropped it on the table. Alaia opened her mouth, but he didn't let her speak. "Your mother's hospital bills are due soon, right?" He continued, watching Alaia's face changing its expression.
Then he got up, opening the nightstand's drawer.
Alaia took a chance, getting up too. She stood in the middle of the room when he approached, handing her the photos. Alaia lowered her eyes, witnessing images of Vivi Brown passionately kissing David Green, a film director.
Everyone knew David was married and had two young children.
"You could kill two birds with one stone. You'll get these photos and 100K if you let me fuck you," Zane said. He didn't need to say anything more.
Alaia knew what he meant. Her mother wouldn't get disconnected from the life support in the hospital. And she could give her uncle money to save his company.
Those were the two birds.
And the stone was her virginity.

I fled the hotel room in a panic, leaving only a cheap necklace behind. I had just spent the night with William Ford, the city’s most ruthless billionaire CEO.

My sister, the "real" daughter of my wealthy adoptive family, found the necklace. She stole my secret, claimed she was the woman from that night, and proudly paraded around as his new girlfriend.

She had already taken my parents and my fiancé. Now, she wanted to crush me at work, ordering me to step aside while she played the future Mrs. Ford.

"Don't even think about stealing him, Wendy. You're just a fake," she sneered.

She thought she had won. But she didn't know that William had already seen the unique birthmark on my shoulder.

Later that night, as my sister planned her grand engagement, the terrifying CEO pinned me against his office door. His cold eyes melted into fiery obsession as his husky voice brushed my ear.

"How much longer are you going to let her play my girlfriend, my little runaway?"

Sophie Patterson. Don't you dare walk away from me." Logan's menacing stare bore at me. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore.

I sobered up quickly. "What, Logan? You're gonna tell me that you suddenly love me again? That you're here to sweep me off my feet? Please! I didn't need you all this time, and I don't need you now." He clenched his jaw, fisting his hands.

"Enough. Stop being so damn stubborn. You know I do. I love you. I never stopped loving you, Sophie. It was always you."

I left my hometown hoping to never see him again. I left with his baby still inside of me. Seven years after, and here I am again. Standing before him and a six-year-old wanting to know who his dad is, and asking me to marry him because everyone in his class but him and his best friend don't have a daddy. What am I supposed to do with all these feelings that are resurfacing? I'm realizing every day that I never got over him. I merely suppressed my feelings, and him telling me this now- in my face, just made things more complicated. This is book 2 of Loathing Logan.

The day Delia finds out she is finally pregnant, it should be the happiest day of her life. However, after going home to find her husband in bed with his secretary, Delia is determind to leave him and make a better life for her and her child, no matter the cost.

Warning: Mature Contents!


A deal with the devil, the only way she could save her ill sister.

Putting aside her feelings and dignity, Blue Rivers was forced to marry a stranger who was full of danger and secrets.

Nicholas Sanford, a rebellious mafia heir, who would go against every will of his father.

Gradually, the hate she feels towards her manipulative husband turned into love, leading to something deeper and complicated.

Love is timeless, but she only has 100 days to make him fall in love with her as part of the deal.

Would she succeed? Or would it only bring her to the hell of lust?

This is the story of Ethan and Kathleen.
Ethan, is really grumpy and moody all the time. He ignores people who care for him and he never tried to be in someone's good books. But Ethan had a special place in his heart for his friend, Robert. Robert was different to him. He would never let anyone come between him and Robert
Ethan falls for her so hard that kathleen has no idea about.
And Ethan had no idea that Robert love her so badly that it could break their friendship.

What happens between Ethan and Robert? Does Ethan continue loving kathleen or leave her for the sake of his friendship??
Kathleen will love whom???

Read to find out more........

Elise Hernandez is an introverted high school girl struggling to leave her past behind. Writing is the only way she knows to ease the pain she feels inside. She has built strong walls around herself, fearing attachment to the people she meets.

As a gift for her seventeenth birthday, her friends Arya and Zara convince her to join a music camp featuring the world’s most famous boy band. Will the camp make any difference in her life? And what will she risk if the only person who gives her hope turns out to be one of the reasons her nightmares return?

I made a deal with Declan Moss at prom and I told myself it was strategy.

He needed a girlfriend. I needed an ex-boyfriend to finally notice I had moved on. Clean terms, mutual exit. I was good at arrangements. I had been making myself useful to people who didn't deserve it for years.

What I was not prepared for was him. Not the version he performs... the armor, the silence, the carefully managed distance. The real one. The one who hands you an essay he never meant for anyone to read and watches your face while you do it. The one carrying a sick sister, two jobs, and a scholarship that stands between his family and a number too big to say out loud. The one who has been holding everything together so long he has forgotten that holding everything is not the same as being okay.

People are trying to destroy him. Quietly. Patiently. From the inside out.

And somewhere between session four and the worst week of his life, I stopped being the girl on his paperwork and became the person he called first.
The arrangement had rules. I had an exit strategy. I was supposed to walk away clean.

Then he said my name in a parking lot like it meant everything he hadn't found the words for yet. And I understood that I had not been performing for weeks.

I had just been... there. Fully. Without the contract.

The fake part ended a long time ago. I am the only one who knows that.

For now.

Fate works in the most unprecedented of ways. The one person you hope to love for all eternity ends up being destined to another, and then, you just sit there, watching them all giddy and happy in love.

And then, you wonder, what’s your role then in all of this? How many times can fate betray you before you realize you can’t trust it?

But Bronte’s love story wasn’t exactly meant to be that simple.

She has always loved Alexander, for as long as she can remember, even before growing into the awareness of destined mates. And Alpha Alexander loved her right back, in an almost too convenient way.

But on the night she is meant to be his mate and Luna, her entire world shifts. She comes in contact with the one thing she shouldn't have seen, and that marks her for death.
She should have died that night, but she didn’t.

Instead, she wakes up one week earlier, on the day of their engagement, reliving a life she already lived, knowing fully well that the week will end in her murder.

But something is different this time.

The man who watched her die, Alexander's younger brother, is still standing where he has always been. Right at the centre of her life, dangerous, quiet, and hiding truths that burn hotter than his desires.

And then, it begs the question, can fate be rewritten?

"You either fuck him or you will no longer be a ballerina in my company."

The director’s words made me freeze for a moment. My throat went dry, my body numb. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. I trained my whole life for the stage, not to be someone’s prostitute.

"When?" I asked, tears already forming in my eyes.

"TONIGHT."

That one word shattered everything inside me. It wasn’t a request, it was an order.

After hearing about my peanut allergy, my boyfriend's newly crowned campus queen added peanut extract to my signature cocktail.

Just one sip in, and my skin immediately erupted in hives. My throat started to close up rapidly.

I stumbled toward my canvas tote, pulled out my life-saving EpiPen, and yanked off the cap.

But the next second, my blood ran cold.

The emergency EpiPen had been swapped out for a tube of lipstick by my boyfriend.

Seeing my face turn purple as I collapsed onto the floor, the campus queen suddenly burst into laughter:

"Surprise! I specifically told Julian to swap it out!"

"You are such a fake. Anaphylactic shock from a single sip?"

I desperately gripped my boyfriend's cuff, letting out strained, wheezing gasps like a broken bellows:

"Julian... if you don't give me the real one... I'm really going to die!"

He peeled my fingers off him one by one and swatted my hand away in disgust, frowning slightly:

"Do you really think you're some delicate princess? It's just a drink. Are you seriously doing this?"

"Madison is right. You're just a drama queen making a scene!"

I gave up pleading for him to understand. Instead, I pressed the custom fountain pen in my pocket, triggering my old-money family's highest-tier SOS signal.

[Where is Bryce?] I signed.

Serena's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Looking for your husband?" She tilted the phone away from her face, panning across the rumpled sheets until the camera revealed Bryce.
 
He was naked, sprawled across the king-sized bed, fast asleep. One arm stretched beneath Serena's neck, the other hand rested possessively on her bare breast.

"He's exhausted," Serena whispered, the camera returning to her smirking face. "We've been at it for hours. Did you know he calls my name when he comes? Has he ever done that with you?"

Evelyn lost her voice due to an accident in her childhood, which made her the mute wife when married to Bryce Finch. After three years of marriage, her husband ignored her, her mother-in-law despised her, and her husband's lover humiliated her. On her birthday, Evelyn recorded the evidence of her husband's infidelity and decided to leave this marriage. Just then, she discovered that she was pregnant. What’s more, she found that there were still many secrets about herself that remained unsolved... Thus, she began her counterattack.

Blake's keeping me locked up in a villa outside the city, with a dozen bodyguards watching me around the clock. They won't let me step foot outside my room.

He once promised Vanessa, the woman he never got over, that he'd give her company shares and his estate. Now she's back after her divorce, pregnant, crying to Blake that I threatened her, told her to give up what he promised, and that I wanted to hurt her and her baby.

Blake believed her.

He's convinced I'm evil and gold-digging. He locked me up here while he stays at the hospital, never leaving Vanessa's side.

I'm going into sudden labor, crying and begging him to let me go to a hospital. I swear I never wanted those things, never hurt her.

Blake just sneers. "You're such a liar. I don't believe a single word from someone as vicious as you. After Vanessa delivers, I'll get you a doctor. Stop trying to fool me."

But when he finally sees my body, he completely falls apart.

He's my mate's father and I had a one-night stand with him. I shouldn't have but I was just so bitter because my mate was sleeping with my half-sister.
That night marked the beginning of his insane obsession. And then I realized he wasn't the level-headed and calm father-in-law I always thought he was.
Behind that mask was an obsessive, manipulative, and controlling man who had sworn never to let me go. He'd do anything to keep me, including ruining my life.
Now I'm stuck in this clandestine erotic relationship we have. And each day, I find myself getting more addicted to him.
What do I do to break free from this erotic but toxic bond we share?

"Divorce me," Chloe whispered.
Leonel froze. His eyes widened in disbelief, the mocking words stuck in his throat. For the first time in five years of marriage, his once obedient, gentle wife now faced him with a terrifyingly cold smile. "I will not divorce you."
"After all your betrayals? With me being this damaged? And your intimacy with her still here?" Chloe's voice cut like a blade.
Leonel Grisham, CEO of Mountain Ltd, had always considered Chloe nothing more than a status symbol—a trophy wife adored by his parents but ignored by him. His heart belonged to Ester Gabriella, the woman his family would never accept. For Leonel, Chloe was just a shadow in his life until the accident that took her sight.
Waking up from a coma, Chloe was no longer the same. She demanded a divorce, all of Leonel's assets, and the shares promised in their prenuptial agreement. He refused, unable to accept her defiance. But when secrets began to unravel, Leonel discovered her accident was no coincidence, it was a calculated move, tied to a larger scheme against Mountain Ltd.
Now, Chloe must decide: will she fight for her freedom and revenge, or will she stand beside the man who broke her heart to save everything he built?

BOOK TWO of the LUCIANNE PAW SERIES: The Rogues Who Went Rogue
One of King Alexandar and Queen Lucianne’s most trusted allies, Alpha Tate of the White Blood Pack, has been bonded to a red wolf named Margaret.
The problem? Margaret is a rogue. And she isn’t some small fry, but the leader of a rogue pack that survived rogue-eradicating expeditions. Despite her notoriety, Tate still wishes to give their bond a chance. But Margaret had suffered severe disappointment and betrayal in the mate-bond department once before.
Now, she refuses to give into her wolf’s naïve, primal instincts like she did in the past. It will only break her heart and ruin her life.
Even if Margaret does give in, can Tate really trust her? At the end of the day, she’s a rogue, and rogues pose a risk to the safety of the Kingdom and to his own pack.
As if Tate being bonded to a suspicious mate isn’t enough to deal with, Xandar and Lucianne are faced with new threats stemming from a species that lycans and werewolves had not heard from since the declaration of truce almost 204 years ago - vampires, whose villages are invaded by intruders that left lycan and werewolf scents. The dire situation makes them both conclude that they have to turn to someone for help, someone they locked up not long ago, and this someone kept secrets of his own.


BOOK ONE: The 5-time Rejected Gamma and the Lycan King
After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate bonds.
To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What's worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself.
She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner.
King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn't thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him.
He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn't seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he's different; and a chance to love her.

James, who was engaged to Ellen Princeton, was set to inherit the Wane's empire after he finished school. Although they loved each other, he saw everything as an arranged marriage by their both families. During his graduation trip, he fell in love with Alisha Carl. Against his family's wishes, they ran off together and he became a live-in son-in-law in her family house without them knowing his true identity. For three years, he endured hardships and insults as part of the Carl family. On their third anniversary, he discovered Alisha had cheated on him and served him divorce papers. Heartbroken and furious, he signed the papers and returned to the empire he left behind with two things in mind. He must win back Ellen Princeton and the Carl family must face the consequences of how they mistreated him.

Following the betrayal of her boyfriend and adoptive sister, Vanessa found herself pregnant without any knowledge of her baby's father.
And five years later, she never deterred from her goal of finding her real parents. But her quest was interrupted when she met Alfred Whittaker, the president of G.I conglomerate and the most revered tycoon in the city.
Not only did Alfred claim custody of her baby, but he also wanted her to marry him, to go against every logic she had ever constructed around herself.
And as the path to achieving her dreams became narrower, she was left with no choice but to confront her fears; to marry Alfred.


As Vanessa navigates through life with Alfred, more contending forces stand in her way. What if the answer to her quest lies within his family? And what if those answers will the catalyst for the strength of their bond or its destruction?

they tried to hide their past from her, but of course your past always comes running back- haunting you and reminding you of everything that you did wrong.
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The truth behind Jake Collins intentions were hidden. A dark soul that only wanted vengeance, not caring whom he hurt in the end and the repercussions.

Faye Lacuna, was the chosen one. The one he would use and pretend to love, just to get to her father. The one that he would hurt to no end, even if he loved her.

On the twenty-first night of insomnia, I ordered a beastman at 3 AM.

The ad was ridiculously over-the-top—gentle, considerate, perfect at housework, and could even cure anxiety and insomnia. The girls in the reviews said their lives transformed overnight, work stress just... gone.

I was dead tired, eyes barely staying open. Just glanced at the photo and hit purchase. Golden hair, amber eyes, two cute little fangs when he smiled—looked sweet.

Pink option looked prettier than blue. Done.

I didn't catch the tiny line of text flashing at the bottom: Grade A Product - Adults Only - Full Intimate Services

Three days later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to boxes way bigger than I'd expected.

Way bigger.

I was the perfect wife.
For three years, I built my husband's empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs.
And how did Victor Hale repay me?
He stole my womb.
He stole my daughter.
He stole my freedom.
That was the day Aurora Hale died.
Now I live as Rhea Ashford — and I want blood.
One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother.
One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin.
When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he'll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me.
It's easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon.
But Damien isn't just temptation in leather and ink. He's dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own.
And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can't tell if I'm the one using him—
Or if he's already claimed me as his.
BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY


Excerpt:
"I'm looking for my kitten," he says. "She ran away this morning."
"She's about this tall." His hand lifts, stopping exactly at my height. Of course it does. "Brown fur. Hazel eyes. Very pretty little thing." His mouth curves. "Sharp mouth. Bad attitude. Thinks she's smarter than everyone in the room."
I hate that my body answers anyway—pulse spiking, thighs pressing together under the table, heat blooming low and treacherous.
"I might have," I repeat, calm and clear. I uncross and recross my legs. "She didn't look lost," I say. "She looked… disappointed."
"Disappointed," he repeats, faintly amused.
"Yes." I lift my chin. "She realized she'd picked the wrong brother."

I have been invisible my entire life. Not the poetic kind of invisible, the kind where your own mother looks through you at dinner, where your name is only said when something needs to be done or someone needs to be blamed. I was never the daughter they loved. I was the one they kept around in case they needed something.

And they finally did.

My twin sister ran. Left her wedding, her billionaire groom, and her entire arranged life behind without a single word to me. So they handed it all to me instead... her name, her dress, her future. I didn't get a choice. I never got a choice. One slap from my father and I was stepping into a limousine headed toward a life that was never mine.

The Hale Estate was everything I had never been allowed to want. Grand and cold and full of secrets that hummed behind every wall. Alistair Hale, my new husband, was dying, slowly and deliberately, like a man with unfinished business. The staff smiled too carefully. The rooms felt watched. And nothing, not a single thing, was what it appeared to be.

Then there was Lucian.

The car crash six months ago destroyed my body. I survive the agony only through the painkillers prescribed by my brother, Fletcher.
While shopping for my wedding dress, I simply swallowed a pill on schedule. My mother responded with a slap that made me spit blood. My father stormed in and kicked my ribs in without asking a single question.
I fled crying to my brother, only for him to grab me in disgust: "You are a disgrace to this family."
I called my fiancé. He rushed to the scene, took one look at the pill, and called the cops without hesitation: "The engagement is off. She makes me sick."
In just a few hours, I went from a bride-to-be to a death row inmate.
But as the gavel fell, I saw our family maid calmly swallow the exact same pill from the gallery…
I lunged at the railing, screaming at the judge. He leaned down, a chilling smile spreading across his face: "Linnea, this is all because…"

"I don't like your face, I don't like your attitude, and I certainly don't hate how much I want to do this," my future stepbrother growled, his fingers tangling in my hair before he crashed his lips against mine.

I was just the wolfless, pathetic omega his father was forced to take in. For weeks, Koda and his twin brother made my life a living hell at Elite High. They humiliated me. They threw basketballs at my face. They let the whole school treat me like trash. But the moment he pinned me against the teacher's desk in the dark, empty classroom, everything changed.

He kissed me like a starving beast, his tongue demanding entry, his hands pulling me flush against him until I could feel every hard line of his body. When he finally pulled away, he was breathless, his chest heaving. The mask of the arrogant prince was gone.

He stared at me as if I were a ghost. "It means the bond is set," he rasped, his voice thick with a truth he could no longer deny. "It means you’re the one I’m bound to. It means you’re my mate."

But how could I be mated to the monster who was about to become my brother?

"Maybe you should get yourself checked to see if you’re barren," my mate said coldly, while his mistress stood in our living room, her hand resting on her pregnant belly.

The words hit me harder than any physical blow. Five years. I had given Sebastian five years of my life, my loyalty, and my love. And now, Brittany stood there, glowing with triumph, announcing she was carrying his heir.

"I can't change the fact that she's pregnant," Sebastian said, not even looking at me. "At least now we have a child coming."

I stood there, shattered. The man who promised to love me forever was now looking at me like I was broken goods. Like I was the problem. I ran out into the rain, my heart bleeding, until I found myself at a bar, drinking to forget. I wanted to erase him. I wanted to erase the pain.

But when I woke up the next morning, I wasn't in my own bed. I was naked. And the man standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face wasn't my husband.

It was his exiled brother, Hardin.

"Morning, Little Wolf," he drawled, his eyes sweeping over my bare shoulders. "You were very... enthusiastic last night."


Rhianna is dying, but her mate Sebastian is too busy with his ex-lover to notice. When Sebastian's exiled, dangerous brother Hardin returns to the pack, he sees what Sebastian ignores. As Rhianna’s life fades, she finds herself torn between the mate who broke her and the "monster" who would burn the world to save her.

They called her unworthy. Unmarked. Ordinary.

In a world where fated mates are bound by blood, status, and prophecy, Thalia Ryker was nothing more than a nameless she-wolf in the shadows of the Moonridge Pack. No title. No lineage. No future. Until the night of the Blood Moon. One accidental mark from the Alpha changed everything—igniting a bond that should have made her Luna.

But instead of love, Thalia was met with betrayal, erased from her pack, framed for treason, and hunted by the very wolves she once called family.

But Thalia isn’t the girl they buried in the woods.She’s the secret daughter of a feared bloodline. The rightful heir to a power older than the packs themselves. And she’s done playing by their rules.

As war brews between the Syndicate and the Council, and a forbidden second bond begins to awaken within her, Thalia must decide: return to the wolf who rejected her... or rise alone and burn the world that tried to break her.

She wasn’t the Luna they chose. But she’s the one fate won’t let them forget.

Alex has never known peace. Between a sick younger brother, parents whose love curdled into daily war, and a cheating ex who turned violent, she learned early that survival means never trusting too deeply and never hoping too much.
When one night of terror drives her into the path of three dangerous men who look like sin sculpted in flesh, her world shifts in ways she never could have imagined.
Reed, Rhett, and Rhys.
Three brothers with eyes like night and a power that hums in the air around them. They rule Denver's underground, their names whispered with equal parts reverence and fear.
Until Alex collides with their world.
What should have ended in disaster becomes something far worse. When her family is forced to relocate for her grandfather's funeral, Alex uncovers the unthinkable truth. The same three men who saved her, the ones who etched fear and forbidden desire into her mind, are her step-uncles.
Now she is trapped inside their mansion, surrounded by luxury that feels more like a cage than a refuge. The house is thick with tension. Reed's gaze is sharp and challenging. Rhys's words brush too close to danger. Rhett's quiet attention carries a weight she does not want to examine too closely.
They are older, powerful, and each of them carries a darkness that draws her in despite everything she knows she should resist.
Beneath the cold marble walls and glittering wealth lie secrets her father refuses to explain. Secrets about why he left this family years ago and what kind of empire his half-brothers truly built.
The Alcatraz brothers are not just men. They are predators in tailored suits, bound by blood and sin, ruling the underworld and loyal only to each other.

"She was MINE before. How could I have known she would find another man so quickly?"
Dresden Wade was pretty sure the goddess was punishing him. Married for half a decade to his childhood sweetheart without a child, he is desperate for a chance to fight his wrongs when he sees her again.
His TRUE mate. The woman he scorned and humiliated all those years ago.
Except that now, she is standing holding hands with another Alpha.
Mara Reid wants nothing to do with the surly, arrogant Alpha that used to be her mate. He had made the earlier parts of her adulthood traumatic to say the least.
So why did meeting him again feel like coming home?
Why did her traitorous heart skip whenever he called her name?

“What are you going to do with him? Take him back???" Brion demanded, his gaze incredulous. "Take him back?" I scoffed, a smirk coming over my face as I stared at the picture in my hand. "I have no plans to do that, BRION. I want him to fall for me, then push him down like he did to me. I want to make him feel the pain I passed through in his hands." I got to my feet and threw the picture on the floor. "It's time he dances to the tune of his music," I gritted out as I stomped hard on the picture. *** A loveless marriage wasn't part of Nova's plans for the future, but a one-night stand with a stranger changed her life forever. Bound to a man, who only saw her as a means to an end, Nova tried to salvage the relationship. However, things spiralled out of control with the return of his ex-girlfriend, and first love, and the realization that Nova was pregnant. Her life was threatened, but she survived with the help of her secret admirer, who took care of her for five years until she was ready to stand on her feet. However, a business deal took her back to the country she left years ago. With her return, Nova was ready to prove to the world that she didn't need her ex-husband by her side, but Dashiell was desperate. Knowing how much he loved her, he was reluctant to let go. But Nova wasn't ready to take him back, not until she had made him experience the heartache of those years ago.

What are you waiting for Louisa? What part of this do you not understand? What makes you think in that fucked up brain of yours that I'll ever accept you back? You are a slut!
You betrayed me and now, you can get the fuck out of my life. Jenna and I"— he entwined their fingers together—" are a thing now."
"She's lying to you! She's manipulating you with her looks Alex! She's framing us, trying to ruin our lives!" I sobbed. "Sign the divorce papers now!" he thrusted the divorce papers at me but I bluntly backed away in pain.
**
" Louisa's perfect world crumbled when her husband, Alex, presented her with divorce papers.
The blow was crippling, coming at the very moment she had discovered she was pregnant – a miracle after three years of struggling with infertility.
The most crushing blow came when she realized that her husband has been sleeping with her best friend to hurt her.
Louisa was forcibly evicted from her home in the rain, jeered and mocked.
She's an orphan and has no one to turn to. Surprisingly after an accident, she met a stranger who revealed a shocking truth: she was the heiress to a vast fortune, left behind by her deceased parents.
Louisa moves on with her life and three years. She rose to prominence in the business world, forging a lucrative empire and raising her twins. She's cold as ice.
Then Alexander reappeared, remorseful and contrite. He badly wants to make things right and do whatever it takes to win her back..
Will she want him back into the lives of her kids?? Or will she give her heart to someone new.. Alexander's rival and former best friend.

Once, he was the most dangerous man in the underworld.
A single name that made warlords go silent.
A single alias that made assassins freeze.

They called him — Black Reaper.

Then came a betrayal. And he disappeared.

Some said he was dead.
Some said he’d gone mad.
Most just prayed he’d never come back.

But when killers break into his home — sent to murder his tenant — old hatreds stir awake.

And a name the world tried to forget echoes through the darkness once more.

Black Reaper is back.

And this time?
He won’t be the one shaking.

Twenty-one times.

I've signed the mate bond with Kael Nightshade, Lord of the Black Panther Clan, twenty-one times.

And dissolved it twenty-one times.

Not because we didn't love each other.

But because every few months, she comes back.

Seraphine. His first love. The angel who shattered her wings saving him, leaving her mind fractured and fragile.

"Seeing the mate mark sends her into psychotic breaks," he'd say, burning the bond from my skin. "I owe her my life."

So I'd erase the mark. Burn the contract. Pretend we were never bound.

The first time, I cried and begged. He backhanded me: "Cut the bullshit. We'll rebond once she's back in the sanatorium."

The thirteenth time, I followed them to a tavern and watched him tenderly kiss the scarred stumps where her wings used to be. When I confronted them, he knocked me down and locked me in enchanted restraints for seven days straight.

Sign. Burn. Erase. An endless cycle I couldn't escape.

Until the twenty-first time.

Fire engulfed the manor. Seraphine and I were trapped in different wings. Kael could only save one of us.

"Kael!" I collapsed at the window, smoke choking my lungs. "I'm pregnant—please—"

He shifted into his panther form and bolted toward her room.

The guards dragged me out thirty minutes later. Third-degree burns across my back, lungs filled with ash, blood pooling beneath me.

No heartbeat.

Kael stood in the safe zone, holding an unscathed Seraphine in his arms. From the moment the flames erupted until they pulled me from the rubble, he never looked back.

Not once.

The twenty-first dissolution was my choice.

There won't be a twenty-second.

Every July, my husband left for a business trip to France—so for seven full years of marriage, we never once got to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
This time, I flew all the way to France to surprise him, and mid-flight, I stumbled across a social media post.
My dream girl finally agreed to be with me. How do I make the frumpy, worn-out wife back home file for divorce on her own?
The OP poured out his grievances in the comment section:
When my dream girl suddenly moved abroad, I married her former best friend to keep me company through the hard times, just so I wouldn’t lose touch with her completely.
Now she’s finally said yes to being with me, and I’ve made enough to give her the lavish, privileged life she deserves.
I want my wife to find out about my affair herself so I can get a clean divorce without a fight, but she’s so painfully oblivious. I’ve come home reeking of my dream girl’s perfume on purpose, and every single July I fly here to France for our private time together, watching the lavender bloom in Provence with her. She never noticed a thing.
Perfume. July. France.
Those matching details made my fingers go numb. A deafening buzz exploded in my skull. A bone-deep chill washed over me, and I prayed with everything I had that it was all just a terrible coincidence.
Until I read the final line.
Just got a spending alert from her supplementary credit card—she bought a flight to France. I’m heading to pick up my dream girl now, might as well keep an eye out for her, just in case.
The plane touched down. When I stepped into the arrivals hall, I lifted my head almost instinctively.
There stood Shen Sinian, the man I hadn’t seen in two weeks, in a crisp, tailored suit, a bouquet of roses in his hand, locked in a passionate kiss with a woman with a stunning, willowy figure, her back to me.
He opened his eyes by chance, and through the crowd of travelers, his gaze locked directly with mine.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

Nyra Vale was born without a wolf, and rejected by the one man fate chose for her.

When her Alpha mate turns his back on her, Nyra leaves her pack with nothing but a broken heart and the gift of healing she was never allowed to be proud of. She disappears into the wild, determined to survive on her own.

But fate is not done with her yet.

Wounded and close to death, Nyra is saved by Rowan, a powerful Lycan who has long given up hope of finding a mate. In his territory, she finds safety, strength, and a man who does not look at her like she is lacking.

As a deadly curse begins to spread through the packs, Nyra’s healing becomes the one thing that can stop it. The Alpha who once rejected her must now kneel before her for help. But some bonds, once broken, can never be healed.

She will save them all.
She just won’t give her heart away again.

For fifteen years, Anastasia Stafford lived a life defined by a single, cruel purpose: to serve as a living blood bank for her adopted sister.

She gave everything—her health, her talent, and her dignity—only to be discarded and betrayed by the very family she tried so hard to please.

Her first life ended in tragedy, falling from a building with nothing but regret.

But fate has granted her a second chance.

Waking up on her twenty-third birthday, Anastasia decides she is done being the silent victim.

She steps away from the toxic Stafford Family and turns to the one thing they could never take from her: her extraordinary talent for design.

She catches the eye of Richard Roosevelt , a powerful CEO who offers her a partnership rather than pity.

Anastasia is no longer just surviving;

she is systematically dismantling the family that ruined her ，and hunting for the truth behind her mother’s death.

Tia never wanted to marry Adam Black But she had no choice, and he certainly didn’t want her at least not at first. Forced into marriage by his grandmother’s wishes, Adam treated her coldly, harshly, and without mercy, while Tia, gentle and soft-hearted, endured it all.

They both fell in love but will that love last forever??

Watch out for the beautiful story of Adam black And Tia Nelson

She has fallen in love with a character from a book she has read a thousand times and after an incident, has awakened in her arms, but who knew that one's opinion could change so much upon seeing the actions of such a being up close.
Even though she no longer sees him romantically, she wants to save him and his little son, she wants to give everyone a happy ending, but... what if they are right in the middle of THEIR happy ending? It should be okay, right? After all...
This was never a story about King Callisto.

Julian Dale’s black card is declined for the first time in his life - the same night his ruthless father cuts him off and forces him into a six-month marriage with icy Parisian heiress, Rosemary Laurent, or he loses everything.
Their private deal is simple: two months of public perfection, then four months apart before announcing their split.
But when hate turns into scorching desire and dangerous secrets surface, walking away might cost them far more than their empires - it might cost them each other.

Warning ⚠️ ‼️ ⛔️ This book contains explicit graphic content, blue language and lustful desires | Can 100% make you come, tread with caution🤤💦| Bury yourself in it at your own detriment…or pleasure🥵😋🔞|


I was done suffering! Robin had promised herself. She wouldn’t let fate decide her happiness anymore, neither would her failed relationship.

Happiness was a foreign language for Robin Clay after the deaths of her sisters, the gruesome murder of her parents, and a devastating breakup with her serial cheating fiancée. She had to move past it all; the hurt, betrayal, pain, anguish, and loss.

At the brink of her turning point, she landed a coveted job at McCullen Confectionery, a multi-billion dollar company one could only dream of working for. She soon discovered her boss and CEO, Jack McCullen, was everything she had vowed to never get entangled with; matured, confident, magnetic, powerful, dangerously alluring, and captivatingly beautiful, falters her resolve and leaves her at his mercy.

Jack awakened every disastrous desire in her, one she was unprepared for and deeply ashamed of, especially when she was of the view that, he was committed to another woman.

Yet, what began as a professional interaction between them rapidly spiralled into a passionate, forbidden attraction marked by stolen moments, intense chemistry and a constant conflict between constraint, lust and her morals.

She was torn; suppressing her desires or surrendering to the passion Jack evoked in her—one that felt both intoxicating, sinful and destructive. Packed with a charged, erotic exploration of power; Love, Obsession, Torture explored the thin line between restraint and surrendering to a burning obsession.

A dragon’s fury. A werewolf’s redemption. A mate bond that could either heal… or destroy.
Ty Jackson vanished five years ago, betrayed and heartbroken. Now he’s back—deadlier, colder, and wielding the unmatched power of a dragon shifter. Hardened by elite training and driven by vengeance, Ty has no room for weakness... especially not for the ex who shattered him.
But destiny doesn’t care about the past.
Kai Stone, once Ty’s greatest love and deepest wound, is now a haunted Alpha. After years of torturous military training, brutal missions, and soul-crushing guilt, he’s no longer the cocky boy who let Ty slip through his fingers—he’s a warrior forged by pain, and desperate for one shot at redemption.
When Ty and Kai discover they're fated mates, their reunion sets off a storm of power, passion, and unresolved rage.
Can a dragon forgive the wolf who broke him?
Can a remorseful Alpha prove he’s worthy of the only soul he ever loved?
The battlefield awaits—not just for blood, but for hearts.
Enemies are rising. The past is hunting them. And this time, love might not be enough to save them.

Haunt Me Like You Mean It
When Mei Liang signed on as an assistant at Truth Finders of the Paranormal, she expected weird. She did not expect him.
Callum Reeves, known to everyone as Cal, is twenty-three, British, brutally brilliant, and completely impossible. He leads TFP like he owns the air in the room, and maybe he does. Mei has spent the better part of a year fetching his tea, surviving his icy stares, and pretending she does not care what he thinks of her.
She is not doing a great job of pretending.
When TFP is called to investigate a haunted theater on the outskirts of Hollow Crest, a remote village hugging the edges of New York's Chinatown, Mei thinks it is just another case. A ghost, a client, a mystery to solve. But the Miyuki Theater is hiding more than one secret, and so is Cal.
Between a furious heiress, a desperate playwright, a powder room that looks like a war zone, and a ghost that seems to have a very specific target in mind, Mei is already in over her head. Add in the strange dreams she cannot explain, a spirit that looks disturbingly familiar, and a team that runs more on chaos than cohesion, and this case is about to get very personal.
Some hauntings follow you home.
Some feelings do too.

On the day she’s meant to marry the man she’s loved for years, Liora Reynolds’ world is ripped apart when a powerful stranger storms the ceremony and claims her as his bride.

Nikolai Volkov is ruthless, untouchable, and used to owning whatever he wants—and now, that includes Liora. Forced into a marriage she never agreed to, she’s determined to hate him, to fight him, even as the walls around her life begin to close in.

But nothing is as it seems.

The man she thought was her forever isn’t the person she believed. The one she’s been told is her enemy might be the only one who can protect her. And as dangerous truths unravel, Liora finds herself trapped between two men, two worlds, and a choice that could cost her everything.


"You should go rest," he says, eyes glinting with mischief.

"R.. rest?" I stutter.

"Yes little bride," he drawls, smiling. "You're going to need it."

"Wh.. what do you mean?"

"By night, we consummate our wedding."

The words slam into me like a physical blow. My throat closes, and I instinctively step back, but his hand shoots out, catching my chin between his fingers.

"Don’t look so pale," he murmurs, tilting my face up to his. "You’re my wife. It’s only natural."

"I.." My voice trembles. "You wouldn’t.."

"Oh, I would," his tone softens in the most chilling way. "And I will. You made your choice, Liora. Now you live with it."

My heart hammers so violently I think it might burst.

I saved my father.

But I think I’ve just sold myself to the devil.

Leo! Mia!"
I screamed their names, dropping to my knees on the cold hospital floor to pull them into my arms. My heart hammered against my ribs, terror finally giving way to relief.
"You scared me to death," I breathed, burying my face in their necks. "Never run off like that again."
"We just wanted ice cream, Mommy," Leo mumbled.
Then Mia tugged on my sleeve. "And the tall mister found us. He’s nice."
She paused, tilting her head as she looked up at the stranger standing above us. "But Mommy... why does he have Leo's eyes?"

Two years. That was how long Idalia Vance served as the eyes for her blind, billionaire husband, Thane Devereux.
She loved him through his darkness, calmed his rages, and was his "North Star." But the day his bandages came off, she was erased.
Betrayed by her own sister, Camilla, who stole her place and her credit, and framed by her mother, Idalia was divorced, and left for dead in a fiery car crash.
Thane Devereux never even saw her face.
Five years later, the weak, unwanted wife is dead.
In her place stands Dr. Lia Solene, a world-renowned heart surgeon with ice in her veins and a fortune of her own. She has returned to New York with one goal: to save the life of the woman who hated her most, but she didn’t come alone. She brought Leo and Mia, her brilliant four-year-old twins who possess the same piercing blue eyes as the father they have never met.

The billionaire is no longer blind, and when he sees the mole on the surgeon’s neck and the familiar eyes of her son, he realizes the ghost of his past isn't just haunting him... she’s holding a scalpel to his heart.

Amber lost her wolf because her mate rejected her when she was only 15. This brought humiliation, disgust, and emotional abuse by the other pack members, as they didn't know the whole story, but it broke Amber. With her family's support, she became strong and earned a place in the pack but couldn't change their perspective towards her being a wolf-less werewolf. Then, fate twisted her story and turned her world upside down when she found that the alpha king is her second-chance mate. He didn't reject her but didn't accept immediately. He took her away to the royal pack, and there, she got another shock of her life. Unlike her birth pack, every unmated high ranker was interested in her, including the Alpha King's younger brother. What's the game of fate for her? Not only does the Alpha King become possessive towards her, ready to mark her at any time, but also his younger brother shows his intention to take her as his mate. Why? They have no answer for that, but they soon find it out, and that leaves everyone stunned. What's the mystery? Why both brothers desire her possessively? What does fate want her to face?

I was six years old when Mom took my brother and me by the hand, leading us into a mansion that looked like a palace. She told us this was our new beginning, after all the hardships we'd been through. But no one warned me that this so-called better life would mean giving up everything I had.

My scholarships, my prom dress, even my Stanford acceptance letter—they all turned into bargaining chips just to keep my stepfather and his daughter Sienna happy. Then, the night before my wedding, they even asked my fiancé to "temporarily" give himself to her as well.

I've always been the one giving everything, pouring myself out until there's nothing left, yet I've never heard the words, "You're enough." If love means endless sacrifice, why am I never the one on the receiving end?

Maybe only when I vanish completely will they remember my name—for the first and last time.

At the bar, I watched Ethan get publicly dumped and made a crazy proposal fueled by liquid courage—a three-month fake dating contract.

I thought this was my only chance after twenty years of secret crushing. Until his ex showed me the text: "With Mia? Pretty convenient. She's been following me around since we were kids."

So I was just a tool.

The day we broke up, he shouted with red eyes: "I've been crazy about you for twenty years!" I thought he was acting, until his mom handed me a worn journal—

That careless comment I made at thirteen, "I'm never marrying Ethan," he'd remembered for twenty whole years.

Every page of that diary was filled with my name...