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My husband's first love was in trouble.
When the news came, I was lying on the operating table.
Dr. Miller put down his scalpel and said to Dr. Johnson, "I'll leave my wife's surgery to you."

"If I don’t go now, I might regret it for the rest of my life."

With that, he turned and walked away.
Watching my husband's retreating figure, I couldn't hold back—tears fell.
The next second, the cold blade of a scalpel touched my skin.

Dr. Johnson spoke calmly, "Why the tears? With me here, you'll be fine."

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."

For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.

However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home—to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.

Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.

But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?

The best deal I ever made in my life was selling my blood to a vampire.

I was a broke, permanently starving werewolf who needed ten times the food a normal person did just to feel full.

Evan was a vampire heir with a blood allergy, the kind where the smell alone made him sick and dizzy. Somehow his life was worse than mine.

Except my blood didn't trigger it. He never reacted to me.

So he pulled out his card. "I'll keep you fed. You let me feed off you."

This wasn't a vampire. This was a walking meal ticket.

For the next three years, he was the perfect meal buddy. Five meals a day, and he never once complained. Once I finished and let out a satisfied burp, it was his turn, just a small sip, nothing more.

Then, the year we graduated, he got a call from his family. He had to fly back to Europe that same night.

Before he left, I figured I'd thank him for three years of generosity. I pulled my collar aside.

"Go ahead, take more this time. Consider it a going-away present."

He hesitated, then leaned in.

But this time, once his teeth were in, he couldn't stop.

By the time he pulled back, horrified at himself, I already had a hand pressed to my neck, and everything went dark.

"So you are the despicable human who prayed hard to be mated to us?" King Kian sneers, and my gaze snaps to him.
So it's true, what I have been thinking all along. I am their mate! I am the vessel, the one with the special blood. The one they have been looking for all these years.
"It's truly regrettable that after years of searching for our mate, we end up with something as pitiful and weak as you." King Aston states, his voice laced with disgust just like the last time we met. "We do not at any point intend to make you our queen."
"A beautiful female vampire was the least we expected. You possess nothing of value to us," King Rowan declares angrily, and the ache in my heart surge.
"I'll gladly accept your rejection, your majesties." I say, grinding my teeth. "But I'll give you this one last chances to rethink your rejection, your majesties,"
They have no idea I possess the very essence they crave, if they still want to reject me, it will be more their loss than mine.
The mate of the mighty Triplet Vampire Kings of Everleen is expected to have a special blood, the portion, that is the key to unlocking the vampire kings most unimaginable powers. All young females of vampire blood are submitting samples of their blood to the big palace in hope of being the special one, the mate of the Vampire Kings. Gabriella, a young human servant, gets entrusted with her mistress's blood to take to the king's service men that would deliver it to the palace. She accidentally falls on the way and spills some of the mistress's blood. Afraid of going back to fetch more, Gabriella refills the bottle with her own blood. Several days later, officials of the Vampire kings show up with news that the blood taken to the palace was the most special there has ever been. What will happen next?

"What if I want to escape?"

I looked at the man before me.

He was Alexei Cardis, vampire prince, and the one who would sacrifice me with his own hands at the Eclipse Ritual.

"Then escape," he said, lowering his gaze to meet mine, his tone calm. "Just don't get caught."

—

At seven years old, I was brought into this vampire castle.

From that day on, I had the best teachers, and the most dangerous guardian.

Alexei taught me to read, taught me to calculate, taught me how to survive amid lies and conspiracies.

But he never told me—that the meaning of my existence was to become the offering on the altar.

As the Eclipse Ritual drew closer, I began searching for a way to survive.

Forging evidence, sowing discord among nobles, stealing weapons, planning my escape.

Everyone wanted to use me.

Everyone wanted me dead.

Only Alexei was different.

He stopped others from getting close to me again and again, yet pushed me toward my destined fate with his own hands.

I could no longer understand him.

Until later, when I discovered a secret hidden in a wooden box.

It turned out that behind all these years of what I thought was captivity and exploitation, there was another, more dangerous emotion.

But if he truly cared about me—

Why would he raise me only to personally send me to the altar?

And when the night of sacrifice arrives,

Will I kill him and escape to freedom,

Or will he, for the sake of the entire vampire race, kill me with his own hands?

The cousin star of the company of the Paris Opera House is resting with her feet in a salt bath at her parents' house in Épernay. Suddenly the phone rings and a woman in a fit of neurosis confesses to being her father's mistress for the past 8 years, until three weeks ago when she began an affair with his new secretary. She confesses to knowing his ballet rehearsal schedule and the days he goes to visit his parents. Shocked when she hangs up the call, she understands that her father has since stopped attending and supporting her at her performances. In a robotic and self-absorbed state, she eats all the ice cream in the refrigerator and stores her ballet costumes and books along with old belongings in her parents' old BMW car. She drives in the car all night to the old summer house located in the village of Louveciennes west of Paris. Arriving there he discovers his father's hiding place, finds condoms, condoms and women's lingerie in the rooms. After cleaning the house, she sheds old beliefs about love and family photographs from her childhood. At night she watches a movie and receives a call from her boyfriend, who is worried and tells her he will pick her up in the morning to take her to rehearsal. She discovers her grandmother's diary and some belongings such as old ballet slippers, for her grandmother in her day was also a dancer. But What Birdy Will never expect is She is going to be marriage not only with a Dancer but with a Vampire who is actually attending to that College only To Become into Her Vampire King.

Three years ago, in that deadly barrier, I carved out half my progenitor heart and dragged Theron back from death's door. The wound on my back has never healed.
I thought it was a soul blood pact—bound in life and death. Then Samaela appeared, that fragile human with barely a century to live, and it all became a joke.
He believed her lies. Swallowed every word about how I'd murdered her parents in cold blood.
For that pathetic creature who couldn't even bear sunlight, my carefully groomed blood vassal sawed off my pureblooded wings, ripped out my progenitor fangs with his bare hands, and threw me into the Silver Cathedral.
Three years. Nailed to a cross with pure silver chains, I endured concentrated UV rays and holy water burning through me day and night.
Everyone waited for me to go mad, to beg, or turn to ash. I didn't.
Listening to their wedding bells toll outside, I simply watched—in the silence of my flesh charring and regenerating—as the silver light on my chains fractured inch by inch.
Then I tore out the silver spikes embedded in my rotting flesh, dragged my bleeding wreck of a body forward, and kicked open the doors to the Crimson Blood Moon Gala's hall.
Theron had forgotten one forbidden clause in the blood pact: The oathbreaker's life belongs not to the gods, but to me.

I was his most obedient blood slave. When he needed strength, I offered my blood; when he was irritable, I endured his temper. Even when he held his new lover and prepared for their wedding, I stayed silent at his feet. He thought I was born to bow, never realizing the poison hidden deep in my veins—the poison meant to end him. And when he bit into my skin for the final time, what he drank wasn’t power but his own doom. As his bloodline collapsed before my eyes, he finally fell to his knees, trembling, begging me for mercy. I only looked at him and smiled. He never understood—I was never his plaything. I was merely waiting for the right moment to take my revenge.

My foster brother Caelan swore he'd only ever marry me. Even though I'm the only human in a pack of wolves, for eighteen years he and his brother Ronan made me feel like I belonged.
Then Mira showed up—and suddenly she was his "fated mate."
I watched him bond with her while I choked on poisoned incense and collapsed. No one caught me. They were too busy wiping her tears.
Within a week, she had my room. My job. Eighteen years of memories—trashed.
They said I could never leave them.
They forgot about the vampire prince who's been waiting at the border for three months.
He never forgot me.

A long river split the city of Hillwood into two, separating the Palace and royal blood from the ordinary and the Vampires from the Humans. The consecutive agreement made by the Vampire kings was what Black Vale Dynasty has gone by; They were the ones for any decision to be taken. Respected, obeyed, and feared, all three of them were the most powerful predators on the planet but there was a thing to mention--They were great rulers too.

Jasmine Doloris, residing on the side of the city of Hillwood between human civilization didn't know anything about her identity and the deep secrets of her past that she was restrained away from, raised by a kind woman who under the pressure of a promise lied to her that Jasmine was found by her years ago on the Riverside, Her life that was mostly surrounded by lies and delusions she was unaware of, didn't have anything more than simplicity. But everything started taking a drastic turn when she took the job in the Kings' palace as their maid and their attention fell on her. Soon, The most unimaginable happens--On the night of the full moon, she turned out to be their Mate and this put everything into a mess of questions.

Sinfully attractive, irresistible and dangerous in nature, unbeatable in battles--The Vampire Kings had it all a woman could desire and Jasmine was the complete opposite of what the kings were.

Join Jasmine's story to find out how she deals with the storms, a roller coaster of emotions, and finally, her destiny whilst her life unfolds as well as the reality of her identity. After all, Jasmine might not be a human at all and her past might not be what she had assumed .....

Don’t trust anyone, not even yourself….
You think you know someone pretty well, until you’re awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of unfamiliar voices and realize your sister’s being swept away by some supernatural creatures who climb in and out of windows and leap from two-story houses like it’s nothing.

My parents tried to tell me everything was fine, but when Cadence finally did come back from wherever they’d taken her, I knew there was something unusual about my older sister.

Now, her best friend is dead.

Her ex-boyfriend is acting bizarre.

And I’m afraid I might be next.

My name is Cassidy Findley, and I’m pretty sure my sister is a vampire, despite her “co-worker” making every effort to brainwash me into believing otherwise. With the help of my two best friends, we vow to get to the bottom of this before it’s too late, and my sister starts to claim other victims. I love her, but I won’t be turned, nor will I just sit by without doing everything I can to stop her. I can only hope that I’m not too late and that I can trust my own memories.

Because I’m pretty sure my sister’s friends are coming for me next.

Both of them closed in on me at once.
Ezequiel gripped my waist, his rough voice burning against my neck, while Emmanuel pushed my legs open with a confidence that made my breath break.
Their hands, their mouths, their hungry breaths claimed every inch of my skin as if I already belonged to them.
—You’re ours, —one growled.
—All of you, —the other finished, their tongues meeting between my thighs.
My moan was swallowed by the vampire’s fangs as he caught my jaw and forced me to face him.
—You’re not escaping us, little Omega, —he promised.
—Tonight… the three of us devour you.

Jenny is just an ordinary girl who wants to live a quiet life with her beloved parents.
However, the quietness was destroyed by a hunt among lower-class people for vampires. Jenny’s parents sacrificed themselves to let Jenny escape, but she was still captured by a slave trader and became a commodity for sale in the slave market.
Her buyer, the so-called Lord Count Klopp, is not an ordinary human, but a nobleman from vampires.
Will Jenny, the vampire’s pet, become her master's dinner, sex slave, or lover?

"I want to move to Rivers End. I feel like I already have friends there." Dani Collins, USA Today Bestselling Author of the Blue Spruce Lodge series The MacAllisters of Rivers End boxed set includes books #1–4If you love heartwarming, sweet and sexy contemporary small town romance, then come home to Rivers End and fall in love with the MacAllisters and the Murphys. They just want to settle down and lead normal lives in their small Vancouver Island town, but romance blossoms in the unlikeliest places. And trouble has a way of finding them...Silver Bells (Isaac MacAllister + Jenna Murphy, Beginnings)Big River Lodge owner Isaac MacAllister has no time for romance. He’s got enough on his plate with a spritely kindergartener to raise and a business to run. But he doesn’t bargain on the appearance of the irresistible Jenna Murphy. Jenna just wants to escape work and family for a while. In Silver Bells, will she let one sexy dad and his sweet daughter Sara derail her plans for her holiday… and her life?Tipsy (Shannon MacAllister + Lucas Heyes)Shannon MacAllister wants to ring in the new year with someone who is nothing like her ex. She gets her wish. Too bad Lucas Heyes, world-class kisser, is a family traitor who lost her trust five years ago. Lucas wants to mend fences with the MacAllisters and start afresh in Rivers End. In Tipsy, will this dark horse convince Shannon to open her heart and risk trying again?Reindeer Games (Eli Murphy + Ginger Lewis)If wandering homeless in a snowstorm on Christmas Eve isn’t rock bottom, it sure feels like it to Jenna’s estranged brother Eli Murphy. So when Ginger Lewis rescues him, he finds himself fantasizing about a future he doesn’t deserve. But the last thing Ginger needs is a mysterious bad boy with a criminal jawline. Before the Reindeer Games are over, loyalties will be tested and secrets will be spilled.Wedding Bells (Isaac MacAllister + Jenna Murphy, Happily Ever After)In Wedding Bells, Isaac MacAllister is this close to making Jenna Murphy his, forever. Then his ex—Sara’s mother—rolls into town, bringing unfinished business with her. Sidelined by the drama, Jenna knows she should strike out on her own. But how can she, when she already sees Isaac and Sara as family? While all the Rivers End stories can be read as standalones, you may want to read this series in order to preserve any plot surprises and get the full picture of how the characters lives weave together! The following is the suggested reading order:The MacAllisters of Rivers End#1 - Silver Bells (Isaac + Jenna, Beginnings)#2 - Tipsy (Shannon + Lucas)#3 - Reindeer Games (Ginger + Eli)#4 - Wedding Bells (Isaac + Jenna, Happily Ever After)#5 – Elfed (Lindsay + Noah)

When Tawny, a were-cat hybrid is called back to the Kingdom of Cambiador, by her estranged grandfather. Tawny can't help but be curious as to why he would want to meet her after all these years of disowning her late mother.


Tawny:

I finally found a place where I felt like I belonged. Only I have never felt so unwanted in my life. The mysterious and sexy Kolby Crimson is my fated mate, yet he has been promised to another. Bound by a contract he has no intention of breaking.
A team-building exercise turns into a nightmare trip.
Secrets of Cambiador come to light and a night with a pride pack tilts my world even further from its axis. Only one person can get me out of the mess I find myself in. The question is, will he step up to the challenge and save me? His mate, or will he submit to the kingdom's laws and leave me in the den of Lions?

Elle needs cash. Rain needs to survive a pack war. The cards say they’re fated mates—but the pack wants her dead.

​When struggling tarot reader Elle sets up her table outside a local club, she’s just trying to pay rent. She never expected to read the fortune of Rain, a lethal, newly elected Wolf Alpha on the verge of a brutal war. One touch sparks the fated mate bond, turning Elle's world upside down.

​"You're in my way," he grunted, trying to slide past her.

​But Elle lost all control. Her hand snapped out, gripping his arm. The moment their skin met, blinding electric sparks flooded her veins. Rain froze, his back still to her as he growled, "Stop it. We cannot."

​Naturally, her brain took that as a green light. "What's your name?" Elle blurted out, a sudden, mortifying case of verbal diarrhea taking over. "I love your eyes, they are so hot... you're so beautiful. I’m Elle, by the way. I’m a tarot reader. If you like, I could pull some cards for you?"

​Internally, she wanted to swallow her tongue. Did I really just call a terrifying stranger beautiful?

​Flushing a deep crimson from her chest to her neck, Elle turned to walk away from his heavy silence. But Rain caught her, pulling her flush against his chest. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as his dangerous, deep blue eyes locked onto hers.

​"Let’s do it," he whispered.

​The tarot cards didn't lie, but they didn't prepare her for the raw, terrifying power radiating from him—or the way his touch made her feel like she was melting. Yet, just as the air in the room shifted and the primal heat between them snapped to a devastating breaking point, Rain suddenly ripped himself away, his chest heaving as he forced a brutal distance between them.

​"Right now, we can't," he choked out, his Alpha voice tight with a desperate, agonizing restraint. "I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want you. You’re more beautiful than I have words for... but I fucking can’t."

​Elle stared at him, feeling like her world had just been shattered into a million pieces. "What the fuck is this?" she demanded, a mix of hurt and fury flashing in her eyes. "Never mind. Stay the fuck away from me. I have bigger things to worry about than this."

​Can a street-smart psychic and a hardened alpha bridge the gap between their worlds before the brewing war destroys them both?

⚠️ 18+ ONLY | Explicit sexual content & dark romance

Virgin Donor: Fifty Million Dollars.

I stared at the contract, my breath hitching as the numbers blurred before my eyes. Fifty million—for my virginity, my blood, my body.

I had no choice. To hunt down my father’s killer, I needed power. And Vampria Corp was the only door left open to me.

I signed away my freedom without ever seeing the monster who bought me.

That night, I was delivered to a pitch-black mansion, dressed in nothing but a thin hospital gown. Waiting for me was Thane—Vampire War Lord, executioner, legend. Beautiful. Merciless. His crimson eyes burned through the darkness.

“Strip.”

I thought I had misheard—until he repeated it.

Naked and trembling beneath his gaze, I realized I wasn’t a guest. I was property.

He didn’t touch me at first. He watched. Judged. Then, in a blink, I was pinned to the wall, his hand at my throat, his voice cold and cruel.

“When a slave begs,” he murmured, “it does so on all fours.”

I believed I had sold myself to be fed upon.

I was wrong.

Because my rare Ruby blood didn’t just tempt him—it awakened something savage inside a vampire who had slept for four hundred years.

And once the beast awoke, neither of us could escape what followed.

I drove a silver stake directly into his heart last night, so why is the school's vampire president pinning me against the locker room mirror completely unharmed?
My blood ran cold when I turned around and saw Sebastian Vlad leaning against the wall, watching me undress. The monster I left bleeding to death in a pool of his own dark blood was smiling at me.
I rushed forward in a blind rage, grabbing his collar. "How are you still alive?!" I spat, my nails digging into his neck.
He smirked, his cold hands wrapping around my wrists like iron shackles. Without breaking eye contact, he ripped his crisp white shirt open, popping the buttons off. My breath stopped. His sculpted chest was flawless. The spot where I had driven the stake deep into his flesh was completely smooth. No wound. No scar. No heartbeat.
"You must be disappointed," he chuckled darkly, forcing my hand flat against his cold, dead chest. "Something you can never kill, no matter what you do."
He leaned in, his nose grazing mine, his dark eyes filled with a terrifying mix of lust and violence. "I will gladly let you kill me again and again..." he whispered, his hands sliding down to my waist. "That way I'll get to kiss you again and again."

One sweep of his tongue. That’s all it took. From my asshole to my clit. I came with a scream that burned my throat. I trembled, locking his head between my thighs. 
“I need more,” I grunted like a deranged woman. 
He found my lips with his, and he pressed the weight of his body over mine. His hand trailed down my ribs, down my stomach, and he buried it between my legs. The rough pads of his fingers slowly circled my clit.


She read about him in a book. She never expected him to step out of the page and into her bed.
Mara Cavendell lives a quiet life running her late parents’ bookshop, until the night a man from her book appears in her dreams.
When she wakes to find him, Kaelith, the brooding vampire warlord, sitting in her room, reality cracks open.
Kaelith is one of The Vowed, a secret order of four ancient vampires blessed with power and bound by blood to protect the Oracle, the woman foretold to hold the fate of their realm in her hands.
He tells Mara she is the Oracle.
She was never meant to be raised in the human realm. Torn from her true life as a child and hidden through time, Mara’s absence has begun to unravel the world she was destined to anchor.
Now, reality is fracturing, magic is twisting, the sky is literally falling. To repair the fabric of Kaelith’s realm, Mara must return, and choose her fated mate from among The Vowed.
Kaelith. Rhydan. Nerion. Thane.
Each dangerous. Each powerful. Each bound to her by ancient prophecy.
With war brewing, a realm crumbling, and passion building into something she’s never known, Mara must decide: Will she embrace the mate fate chose for her…or fight to rewrite the threads of destiny herself?

She was raised to stay pure.
He was born to crave her blood.

When Saera Yvaine Merriley is pulled through a mirror into the dark empire of vampires, her blood becomes the key to saving their dying prince.

But Kaizer Alaric Lancaster’s bite awakens something far more dangerous, a love that could destroy them both.

Fate brought them together. Blood bound them forever.

The love story you fell for continues in Secretary to Sweetheart Book Two.
Don’t miss the beginning — start with Secretary to Sweetheart Book One today.


Why do we cling to what harms us?
Helena is desperate, she needs money to pay off her mounting debts as she has been orphaned and must take care of her younger brother who frequently falls ill.
A position as a presidential secretary at INDUSTRIAS ALLER S.A. could change her life, but Helena never thought that an essential requirement would be having to endure the daily presence of the company's CEO, Sebastián Aller, eldest son and heir to almost all the wealth, as well as being an arrogant and narcissistic ogre.
Helena's desire for a better life will intersect with Sebastián's desires, who rejoices in the fact that his wealth will increase by entering into an arranged marriage with his new European wife, until a new clause in the contract that his lawyer forgot about appears as a stumbling block. Sebastián fears not being able to fulfill this new requirement, risking losing everything and leaving his envious and resentful younger brother Alan as the new CEO, who will stop at nothing to destroy his life.
Will Helena be the one to help Sebastián fulfill this clause?
Helena does not know how far she will go to ensure her brother has a better life.

I don't have friends, and I'm yet to develop the need for them. After what happened last year, I learned friends can stab you in the back, and I've never fully recovered from it.

The last year taught me a bitter lesson- never trust anyone. Not even friends because they will do anything to destroy you, even when you did absolutely nothing wrong to them.

Ora Marshal is a nineteen-year-old history university student. Her first day doesn't go as planned after seeing the man that she thought she would never see again. Her history professor, whom she has a crush on. His attitude had changed to a cold manner towards her after the incident that happened the previous year. The past events catch up with her and the fear that she has to endure. They are both hurting on the inside. Can Ora handle the semester in his class? Can they work through it? Will she be able to tell him the truth about the incident? What happens when he returns her feelings? Can they heal each other?

Sequel to ‘The Prison Project’. It is advised to read Book 1 before this one.

Torn away from Coban Santorelli without warning, without closure, and without a choice, Margot is thrust into a new nightmare disguised as perfection - a military-controlled town where pastel houses, smiling wives, and neatly curated lives hide something far more sinister beneath the surface.

This isn’t freedom.

It’s control.

Every move is watched. Every step is calculated. Every girl from the first wave is now a suspect in a deadly incident no one will explain. Stripped of their purpose and cut off from the men they were bound to, the women are forced into isolation, obedience… and silence.

But Margot isn’t the same girl who entered the project.

Not anymore.

But she does worry… will Coban ever be set free? And if he is… then will he ever come looking for her?

"State your business so I can leave soon."

"Really? Is that how you greet the person you haven't seen in a while?"

The moon princess crossed her arms against her chest. "I don't bother to greet that person at all. Consider yourself lucky."

"Didn't know the moon princess could contain that much spite."

"What can I say?" She lowered herself onto the ground. Now their height difference was much more apparent. "You... inspire me."

"Inspire you?"

"Yes," She smiled sweetly.


There's two things that strikes Talia as she starts reading the book of her past—Lukas was a reckless son of Helios, Ajaxson was the son of Ajax who's head over heels in love with her while she was a moon princess desired by both of them. To add a Greek Goddess Hera made it impossible for her to stay happy with Lukas. It was just not written in the stars.

Alora and her mate Colton have just begun to find their feet in lives and positions that have drastically changed. As the vampire attacks loom over them they need to come to some sort of resolution over Juan and the mountain wolves before it's too late.
A dark force threatens to destroy everything Alora fought so hard to have in her life and she has to learn what becoming a true Luna really means. Rising against sometimes those you love in order to save them.

In the shadowed depths of a world filled with Lycan royalty and forbidden magic, Lottie finds herself navigating a treacherous path between destiny and betrayal. In the gripping second book of the Fated Mate Romance series, Lottie’s journey continues as she is thrust into the heart of the Royals, the powerful Lycan pack.

Forced to reject her twin mates, Knox and Kane, after discovering their betrayal with her nemesis, Connie, Lottie’s heart is torn. As she prepares to rule the Royals, her inner conflict rages—how can she trust the ones who shattered her heart when she needs their protection the most? Pregnant and determined to provide her unborn children with a loving and secure family, Lottie battles her instincts, striving to uncover the deeper truth behind Knox and Kane’s actions.

Amidst demon deals and ancient magic, twisted truths emerge, testing Lottie’s resolve. Her heart urges her to forgive, but her mind remains cautious, suspecting there’s more at play. As loyalties are questioned and devotion is tested, Lottie must decide if she can reconcile her love for Knox and Kane with the haunting betrayals of the past.

In Our Secret Obsession, prepare to be swept into a whirlwind of passion, magic, and unyielding love as Lottie discovers that in a world where nothing is as it seems, true devotion can conquer even the darkest of secrets.

Philosophical thought becomes impossible when Cora tilts her hips to me, pulling me in deeper. I work my angles until I hit a spot that makes her legs shake. Fuck, the sound of her moaning goes straight to my balls. It’s all I can do to hold on for her. There’s no resisting it as I grab a handful of her gorgeous ass to hold her at that exact angle with one hand and gather her hair with my other. She’s not fucking going anywhere until I’m done with her.


Cora has no idea how long she's been trapped here. The only thing left to do is to seduce her kidnapper and hope she can eventually escape, but what happens when she finds out she's his fated mate? Can she bear to leave him forever and go back to her own life? If she stays with him, can they ever get past how they began?

“This novel succeeds—right from the start…. A superior fantasy…It begins, as it should, with one protagonist’s struggles and moves neatly into a wider circle….”–Midwest Book Review (re Rise of the Dragons)“Filled with non-stop action, this novel is sure to keep you on the edge of your seat from cover to cover….Rice is setting up for an amazing series to rival series such as Tamora Pierce’s Song of the Lioness, with her strong female protagonist making waves in her world and building the confidence of young women in ours.”–The Wanderer, A Literary Journal (re Rise of the Dragons)From #1 bestselling author Morgan Rice, a USA Today bestseller and critically-acclaimed author of the fantasy series The Sorcerer’s Ring (over 3,000 five-star reviews) and the teen fantasy series The Vampire Journals (over 1,500 five-star reviews) comes a groundbreaking new series and genre, where fantasy meets mystery.SHADOWSEER: LONDON (Book One) tells the story of Kaia, 17, an orphan coming of age in the Victorian London of the 1850s. Kaia yearns to escape her horrific orphanage, to discover who her parents were, and to understand why she can sense shadows when others cannot. Yet the streets of London are as brutal as the orphanage, and for Kaia, there is no easy way out.When Kaia, arrested, faces an even worse punishment, Detective Pinsley, 45, notices a strange marking on her arm and thinks she might be the key in solving a peculiar, mysterious case. Bodies are turning up dead in London, and Pinsley wonders whether it’s the work of a deranged serial killer, or of something….else. The methods of murder seem impossible, as does the murderer’s ability to escape death.Kaia is given a choice: help solve the case, or be shipped off to Bedlam, the notorious insane asylum.Unlikely partners, each mistrusting the other, Kaia and Pinsley embark to scour the dark corners and cobblestone streets of 19th century London in search of clues.Yet what they find may shock and horrify even them.Dark fantasy meets mystery in SHADOWSEER, a page-turning, atmospheric thriller packed with authentic period detail, with twists and cliffhangers that will leave you on the edge of your seat. Kaia, a broken hero, will capture your heart as she struggles to claw her way up from the depths, and to solve unsolvable crimes. Fans of books such as Spellbreaker, The Dresden Files, Mortal Instruments and Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde will find much to love in SHADOWSEER, satisfying fantasy fans who appreciate mystery and suspense, and mystery lovers who want something new, a clean hybrid that will appeal to both adult and young adult readers. Get ready to be transported to another world—and to fall in love with characters you will never forget.“Morgan Rice proves herself again to be an extremely talented storyteller….This would appeal to a wide range of audiences, including younger fans. It ended with an unexpected cliffhanger that leaves you shocked.”–The Romance Reviews (re the paranormal series Loved)“The beginnings of something remarkable are there.”–San Francisco Book Review (re the young adult fantasy A Quest of Heroes) SHADOWSEER: PARIS (Book #2), SHADOWSEER: MUNICH (Book #3), SHADOWSEER: ROME (Book #4) and SHADOWSEER: ATHENS (Book #5) are also available.

When the apocalypse broke out, I risked my life to save the woman I loved, and spent three years wandering around just to help her find her white moonlight.
Just when I thought she was finally moved, she stabbed me to death on our wedding night!
Reborn back to the first day of the apocalypse, I coldly watched her kneel down and beg for mercy.
You want me to be your lapdog? Dream on!
In this life, I will make her taste the bitterness of despair, and make her kneel down and beg for my forgiveness!
Forget about white moonlight and true love, they all have to kneel down before me!

Three years of marriage, and she was nothing but his invisible "secretary" — or worse, the woman he accused of drugging him to get a ring on her finger.
It wasn't until Grace watched Alfred stroll out of the VIP terminal with his ex on his arm that she finally understood. This marriage had only ever been real to one of them.
She signed the divorce papers without a scene. Quietly resigned. And moved on.
That's when he lost control.
"Grace, who gave you the right to just leave?"
"Is this about another man? You're divorcing me for him?"
Then came the night he stood in the rain, eyes red, blocking her path.
"I was wrong. Can we go home?"
She looked at him and said simply, "Mr. White, we're already divorced."

Five years ago, I knelt on marble floors, cleaning wine with my own dress while they laughed.

Five years later, they knelt before me, begging for forgiveness while I walked away.

They thought three hundred thousand dollars could buy my soul. They thought I was just another disposable substitute, another broken girl desperate enough to sell her dignity for her dying mother's medical bills.

Caspian Ashford wanted a replacement for his precious Scarlett. The Hampton elite wanted a servant to humiliate. They all wanted me to disappear quietly when they were done with me.

They got their wish—I did disappear.

But the girl who drowned in that yacht "accident" five years ago? She was weak, desperate, powerless.

The woman who returned as Elena Whitman?

I'm their worst fucking nightmare.

They chose her. They always chose her.
For eighteen years, I was the ghost in my own family while my adopted sister was the star. So when the ransom call came and they had to choose which daughter to save, I knew the answer before they spoke.
"Save her," they told the kidnappers, nodding at my sister. Then they turned to me. "She's strong. She can survive."
They were right. I was strong enough to survive the warehouse. Strong enough to disappear. Strong enough to come back.
Now I’m stepping onto the nation’s most-watched reality show, right alongside the people who left me for dead. They’re here to polish their perfect image for the cameras. I’m here to strip it bare—one live scandal at a time.
The problem? The show’s most powerful investor isn't playing their game. He’s a cold, record-breaking F1 champion​ who shuts down my sister’s tears and backs my play every single time. When my family tries a live ambush, he steps in front of the lens and makes it clear: I’m under his protection.
They called me strong because they thought I was disposable. Strong is the last thing they should have made me.

On the third day after the Ice Age began on Earth, the temperature plummeted to minus fifty degrees Celsius, and human civilization disintegrated in the extreme cold.

My name is Anson, an ordinary convenience store clerk. After the apocalypse broke out, I risked my life to drive to pick up my mother-in-law Martha and her family and take them to a shelter.

Along the way, I unexpectedly discovered a large supermarket with abundant supplies, and I collected supplies with my wife Erin, mother-in-law Martha, father-in-law George, and brother-in-law Tom.

Just as we were about to leave with two trucks full of life-saving supplies, my mother-in-law, Martha, tricked me into going deep into the warehouse to move some goods. Then they locked the iron gate and drove away, leaving me to die in the supermarket surrounded by icy beasts.

In that moment of despair and waiting for death, the [Ice Fishing System] activated in my mind...

"I have waited for 300 years just to find you..."
I was caught off guard when his hands snaked around my waist, then he gently placed his mouth on my neck, with his lips kissing my skin.
"W-what are you doing, Lord Constantine?" I shut my eyes tight.
"Claiming what's mine," he stated and gripped my head.
I screamed in pain when I felt his bite piercing on my skin.


"Oh, fuck... hmmm." I mumbled and curled my toes. My legs are spread open, kissing the sides of the tub. I shut my eyes and imagined my man in between of these petite thighs, moving himself inside me. Mercilessly. Unforgiving. I kept on hitting the sweet spot, remembering how he fucking destroyed me that night I became his bride.


Trudy Valentine is a pretty maid in Haugen Manor, a school for girls, wherein the students are being trained to be a proper wife for the rich, mysterious Lord Constantine. He who owns the island is believed to be crippled and paralyzed, still, the girls are begging to marry him. One day, while picking wildflowers, Trudy saw him through his window, standing proudly and staring in her direction and that's when she started suspecting. His secrets and mysteries unravel when she encounters strange experiences in the manor, little did she know, she was the chosen one as his bride. Will she accept her fate as the vampira's wife and continue the legacy with him? Or will she reject him and fight as a helpless servant for the sake of the truth?

Ravenshade: Blood Moon is more than just a story about vampires and wolves — it’s a dive into a dark, mysterious world where secrets whisper through the fog.
The town of Ravenshade lives under a constant veil of mist, where humans walk unaware of the shadows that watch them.

Selene Darkblood was born to lead an ancient vampire clan, but fate takes an unexpected turn when she meets Rael — a lone wolf haunted by his past and burdened with powers he barely understands.
Between them, something forbidden ignites: powerful, dangerous, and impossible to resist.

As their worlds collide, alliances are tested and the fragile peace between vampires and wolves begins to crumble. Under the crimson glow of the Blood Moon, the line between desire and destruction fades.

This is a story about choices, loyalty, and the courage to love when the world says you shouldn’t.
Welcome to Ravenshade — where blood, love, and destiny intertwine.

Echo never asked to be powerful. She never asked to be hunted. And she definitely never asked to be tethered to Nicholaus—the cold, controlled, terrifyingly gentle heir to a cursed vampire throne. But the day she unleashes her full elemental magic, the tether between them ignites… and so does everything fate has been waiting for.

An ancient seer reveals the truth witches have killed to hide:

“The last king was cursed for failing to love a witch.
Now the new king must love completely for the curse to break.
The lock shatters when the Last Elementi accepts her fate…
And binds, marks, and mates her king.”

Echo is the key.
Nicholaus is the lock.
And the witches would rather drag the world into darkness than let the prophecy unfold.
Now Echo must choose who she becomes—a weapon, a queen, or the girl who finally stops running.
But some truths cut deeper than any spell. Especially when Nicholaus holds her trembling body against his and whispers:

“If the cost of breaking the curse is your life…then I choose the curse.”
Nothing prepared her for the way he looks at her. And nothing can stop what’s coming.
Fate is awakening and so is she.

At the engagement banquet, I was publicly jilted, publicly humiliated by the vampire viscount, and regarded as a worthless nobody. Everyone thought I was at their mercy.
Little did they know that beneath my cheap suit lay the holy mark of the chief arbiter who had defected from the Vatican .
The moment the holy light appeared, the darkness trembled.

On our wedding day, she vanished wearing the gown I had bought for her.
I didn’t chase her. Instead, I went back to the operating table.
For three years, I had paid off her debts and filled the holes she left behind—enough for her to live a second life. My heart couldn't take it anymore; I had a stent implanted, though she never knew.
Three days later, I died in the hospital corridor. My ECG flatlined.
She didn’t know. She was still at a cocktail party in another city, clinking glasses with someone else.
A month later, she came back, kneeling before my tombstone in tears.
But it was all too late.

On our wedding night, my wife said to me: "Lucas's family needs an heir, and I've agreed to carry one for them."
Seeing me trembling all over, she gently cupped my face and added softly: "It's just IVF—a way to repay their kindness. The entire process is medical, with no physical contact at all. Once the baby is born and the debt is settled, I'll have as many children with you as you want, okay?"
For the sake of our ten years of love and the debt of gratitude we owed, I gritted my teeth and agreed.
Until three months later, when I found her lying naked on our wedding bed, frantically making love with Lucas.

"You were like a starved beast last night," I complained, spreading jam on my toast.
Gideon's hands froze mid-knot on his tie. He turned to me, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.
"Nadia, are you out of your mind? I was in the study finishing up that proposal last night. I crashed on the couch at three in the morning. I never even went into the bedroom."
The knife dropped from my hand onto the table.
If the man I made love to all night wasn't my husband.
Then... who was it?

Lydia's POV

"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."

"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."

I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.

Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.

Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.

I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.

Footsteps echoed outside.

I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.

"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.

Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."

I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'

"I need an accident—one that looks fatal," I said calmly into the encrypted phone. "It's the only way to escape him."
Rumors swirl that this man—the underworld boss who controls half of Europe’s shadow economy—loves me beyond reason.
They say he defied his entire family for me. That this ruthless killer laid down his weapons just to cook me a meal.
For years, he made the world believe I was his one weakness—and even I almost believed it.
But instinct in a life-or-death moment doesn’t lie.
When bullets shattered the car window, he yanked the steering wheel on reflex—shielding my adopted sister in the passenger seat while leaving me, his wife, fully exposed to the hail of gunfire.
As I lay bleeding, desperately trying to protect our unborn child… he was busy cradling her in his arms.
While I endured everything for our future, he signed over the estate—the one he promised would be our retire place—to that lying sister.
That’s when I knew: some loves are just performances for the living.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
I left behind a positive pregnancy test—six weeks along—and drove straight into the deep ocean, staging the most brutal finale right before his eyes.

I never knew my blood could kill a king—until I met one. Sebastian, the ruthless and immortal King, rules with precision. For centuries, he's ruled with ruthless precision, his heart as cold as the stone throne beneath him. One moment, I'm nothing. The next, I'm his obsession. His touch burns like ice fire. His stare follows me through shadows. And when he feeds from me—God help me—it feels like drowning in darkness and craving more. He tells me my blood is unlike any he's tasted, that my scent drives him to the edge of madness.


He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.

He is a vampire. She is a witch.
He has lived for thousands of years.
She is only thirty.
But her blood is both a cure for vampirism and a deadly poison.


‎A doctor cursed to die at thirty-two enters a contract with a 1,300 year-old vampire to break the curse and rewrite her fate. She discovers she isn't who she thinks she was. She's the most powerful witch, a Dagon, and she's the weapon that could kill him.

In a timeless dance of reincarnations, Annabelle Keys has traversed six centuries, her memory holding the threads of history except for her most recent existence. Fate's unpredictable hand leads her to a fateful encounter with Morgan Vales, an enigmatic being who has wandered the earth for over six centuries. Morgan, cursed with immortality and sustained by human blood as a mythical creature, crosses paths with Annabelle, whose every past life she vividly recalls—except for the most recent one. Can Annabelle unlock the secrets veiled within her forgotten life, and will Morgan find solace or salvation in the enigmatic soul of the woman who seems immune to time's grasp?

He rejected me in front of everyone.
Called me pathetic. An unworthy human.

I thought the pain of being rejected by my Alpha mate would kill me,
until a vampire’s bite did something worse.

Now I see things that don’t make sense, memories that aren’t mine.
A stranger with silver eyes calls me Enid, like he’s known me forever.
And when he touches me… my body remembers him, even if I don’t.

Elijah, my cruel mate, won’t leave me alone.
Edward, the vampire who saved me, won’t let me go.

Two monsters.
One broken bond.
And me, caught between the love that destroyed me and the darkness that wants me back.

But if the memories in my blood are true…
I’ve already died once for this love.

"What is love!? Carmen did you just mention that!?" With his speaking of rage and burning in anger; he asked.

"Yes... I have always do— I love you" she mouthed with her words stressed.

"You can try and ignore me if you can... Only if you know how eager I am and how badly I want to tame you". With those promising words from her which left a dark creepy smile on her face; she walked out.

"Love did she just call it? Did she think I will fall for that shit? If only she knew how much love is a weakness to every man". He muttered to himself as he sat down worriedly.

As a mafia boss, he must not have compassion nor can he fall in love.

She is the only one who have that fits to talks bravely to him. Even with his powers, his strength have it's limitations as it went down when he is before her.

He's fearless,
Dangerous,
And kills without a sparing a second to think!
He kills to live and lives to kill!
The smell of blood is what he enjoy most!!!

The dangerous man never forgives anyone even if it is blood—"fuck blood relatives when it comes to the smell of blood!"

He's not just all about dangers but handsome! He's a demigod and every ladies hopes for just a nightstand with him.

A girl sold to him by ruthless father and stepmother changed everything...

*She's annoying
*She's irresistible
*She's hot
*She's the goddess of beauty

What follows when she do the undo—...

She's a spy sent to monitor him, find his weakness and win his heart, will she accomplish that? Won't she fall in love in the process? What if the devil finds out?

The dealership called to inform me that my Rolls-Royce Starlight Headliner had been replaced with a pink one and was ready for pickup.
I was bewildered. I hadn't driven that car in ages—why would anyone change the headliner without my knowledge?
I confronted my husband, who managed our garage, demanding an explanation.
"Honey, maybe they got their wires crossed. I'll swing by the dealership later and sort it out."
I wasn't about to waste my breath. Instead, I called my friend directly—she happened to own the dealership.
"William's having an affair. I'm going to catch him red-handed."