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He made her eat lunch on the floor.
She swore she’d never look at him again.
But when Ryan Blackwood saves Eileen from a nightmare she can’t escape, their cruel game turns into something darker—something neither of them can control.

They called him the devil of Cambridge High.
She was the quiet girl who sat too close to him.

When Eileen Marlowe agreed to take her sister’s place in an exam, she never imagined it would destroy her life.
A single seat next to Ryan Blackwood — the school’s golden rebel with cold green eyes and a cruel smile, changes everything.

He humiliated her. Controlled her. Broke her.
And yet, behind his sadistic games, there was something else, something raw and aching that pulled her closer.

Ryan says he wants to ruin her.
Eileen isn’t sure if she wants to escape… or understand the darkness behind his eyes.

But when her secret is threatened, her home is lost, and her name dragged through blood and betrayal, the line between hate and desire blurs.
In a world where love feels like punishment and kindness can kill, Eileen will learn that sometimes the most dangerous hearts are the ones that try to protect you.

He was her tormentor.
He became her savior.
Now he might be her ruin.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband He Yu.

The card was filled with sweet nothings I hadn’t heard in a long time, and it invited me to dinner at Cloud Mist Restaurant.

That morning, he had called to tell me he had an emergency meeting at night and couldn’t come home.

So his so-called overtime was just a surprise for me.

I happily brought the flowers to my nose, but the next second I couldn’t stop sneezing five times in a row, my nose turning red and itchy at once. I’m severely allergic to roses, and I’d told He Yu that countless times.

I rubbed my nose and smiled awkwardly at the delivery driver: “Sorry, I’m allergic to roses. My husband must have forgotten in his rush.”

The delivery driver froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled out a cake and another bouquet of champagne roses from his insulated box: “I’m so sorry, ma’am. This is yours. There were two orders under the same phone number—I didn’t check clearly earlier.”

Two orders, one phone number.

I stood frozen, all the blood in my body turning cold in an instant.

I closed the door, my hands shaking as I dialed Cloud Mist Restaurant, my voice trembling: “Hello, do you have any tables left for Mr. He Yu’s usual spot?”

“Sorry, miss. Mr. He booked our top-floor viewing seat a week in advance. There are no tables left for tonight.”

A chill crawled up my spine. I looked down at the stretch marks still fading on my belly, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomach—where our baby was growing.

I grabbed my coat, slammed the door shut, and took a taxi straight to Cloud Mist Restaurant.

He Yu, if you dare betray me, you can forget about keeping that CEO position!

At the school's field day, my six-year-old son pointed straight at me and shouted for everyone to hear, "I'd rather be alone than with her! She's the worst mom in the world!"
He hated that I couldn't afford expensive toys, hated that we lived in a tiny apartment, hated that I was just a useless woman.
Then he turned and ran straight into the arms of the woman who destroyed my family, calling her name in the sweetest voice, just because she handed him an ice cream.
My ex-husband leaned against his luxury car, sneering, "Nora, if you admit you were wrong, I'll let you come back. We can get married again."
Looking at their smug faces, I finally let go of the hands I'd been gripping tightly for four years.
"All right," I said, smiling as I signed away custody, "Since you two love each other so much, I hope you and your perfect little family enjoy every minute together."
They thought I was playing hard to get, but they had no idea—this time, I really meant it.

Jess is the heir of his father big mansion, to fulfill his will he goes with his girlfriend to spend a week there but what is doesn't know is not only is half-sister is taking part of the project but they are monitored 24/7. What started as a normal experience turns into a bloody battle for power

As the manor's all seeing AI, Craig, monitors their every move and whispered confession, the line between sanctuary and laboratory blurs. The house's hidden passages and dark secrets begin to surface, revealing a legacy built on betrayal, psychological torture, and murder. The heirs soon realize they are not just fighting for an inheritance but for their very survival, as the house itself seems designed to make them turn on one another.

In this venomous crucible of lust and greed, where every kiss can be a lie and every touch a threat, the Blackwood family must confront the sins of their bloodline. Who will successfully navigate the lethal maze of desire and deception to claim the ultimate prize, and who will become just another ghost haunting the halls of Jackson Manor?

Damian's breath fanned my ear as I felt his body press into my back. The front of his gun brushed past my shoulder, fixated on Luca, who faced us with clenched fists.
“Move, Elena,” Luca wanted to sound dominating, “he won't hurt you. I won't let him.”
I couldn't move when Damian settled his hand on my waist firmly, keeping me from moving.
“You won't let me?” Damian's tone was possessive when he leaned closer to me, speaking to Luca. “You don't give the orders here.”
Luca's jaw tightened, but he didn't move from his place.
Damian slowly pressed his finger more on the trigger, deliberately.
“You have two choices, Elena," he whispered to me. "Choose me, and he'll live, but might end up in a hospital. Choose him and he dies."


Elena knew it wasn’t a threat but a promise.

Tessa gave up everything for her husband—her career, her family, her dignity—only to be discarded when his past walked back into his life.
Broken, she signs the divorce papers and leaves.

Years later, she returns as a woman the world kneels before and Smith realizes too late that the wife he broke has become the reckoning he cannot escape.

She's back powerful, untouchable, and unforgiving.

This time, she isn’t asking for love.
She’s collecting debts.

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

I spent weeks planning this trip. Every detail carefully arranged for one purpose: to confess my feelings to Arthur—Julian's older brother, the boy I'd been secretly in love with since childhood.

But he showed up with a girlfriend.

That night, drunk and reckless, I did the most absurd thing—I kissed Julian. The troublemaker who'd been my nemesis since we were kids, the one I swore I'd never give the time of day.

But what happened next was even more absurd.

This winter every time he came close, my heart raced out of control. I started noticing the curve of his smile, the undisguised heat in his eyes when he looked at me.

Those habits that used to drive me crazy now made my heart flutter. My feelings for him became dangerous, complicated—like a storm I couldn't escape.

"Eleanor, are you avoiding me?" He blocked my path.

He suddenly pressed my wrist, trapping me between the wall and his body, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered, "You finally see me..."

Just when I thought everything had settled, Arthur began closing in. He suddenly acknowledged my existence, his gaze burning with intensity, as if the moment I let go was when he truly saw me.

"Eleanor, we need to talk." Arthur stopped me.

I tried to escape in panic, but Julian wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me tightly against him. His arms were firm as iron, his lips brushing my hair as his voice dropped low and dangerous:

"She's mine, Arthur. You're too late."

Synopsis: They say numbers never lie. But in the world of the Mafia, even the truth can be buried beneath bloodstained ledgers.

Lucia Alvarez is a forensic accountant with a mind as sharp as a blade—and a heart carved hollow by loss. Five years ago, her beloved brother Miguel was pulled from the East River, his hands bound and lungs full of concrete. The official story? He betrayed the Di Santi family and paid the price. The truth? Buried with him at the bottom of the river.

Now, Lucia is back—not as a grieving sister, but as a weapon of quiet vengeance.

Under the guise of auditing the Di Santi family’s "legitimate" businesses, she infiltrates their empire. Her assignment is simple: play the role of the loyal number-cruncher. But her mission is far more dangerous—uncover the truth behind Miguel’s murder and bring the empire crashing down from within.

But nothing is simple when it comes to Adrian Di Santi.

He’s the heir to the empire—ruthless, magnetic, and hiding secrets behind a smile as cold as steel. Lucia thought she could keep her distance. Thought her heart was armored. But every encounter with Adrian chips away at her defenses—and blurs the lines between vengeance and desire.

As the walls close in and the stakes rise, Lucia must decide: how far is she willing to go for justice? And what will she do when the truth turns out to be darker—and deadlier—than she ever imagined?

When my grandmother’s dying wish meets his father’s desperate PR stunt, we ended up signing a marriage contract.

Two people, one house, and three rules: no touching, mind your own business, and absolutely no scandals.

Theodore Callaghan is a notorious womanizer with a reputation that could ruin his father’s career.

I, Dianna Beaumont, is a calm, unbothered heiress who couldn’t care less about his antics.

For months, our arrangement stays perfectly… controlled. Until another man appears, and suddenly, Theo can’t stop watching me, touching me, even craving me in ways that make my pulse race.

And when his jealousy explodes… it leaves me helpless, wanting, and pregnant.

The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.

My daughter Lily was shot dead while she was performing on her own stage.
I rushed forward to shield her, and a speaker crashed down onto my right shoulder. The bone shattered.
My husband, Vincent, “shot the gunman dead” at once and sealed off the entire opera house.
When I woke up in the hospital room, the pain almost suffocated me. My right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and when I tried to raise my arm, all I felt was a numb.
“…This isn’t what we agreed on.” The doctor’s voice was low and unsteady. “We only needed her blood sample for matching. Why did it have to go this far?”
“Lily’s blood type is a perfect match. This is the best possible outcome,” Vincent said. “I married Elena for this moment. I’ve been waiting for it.”
The doctor was silent for a few seconds. “But she’s your daughter… There’s no need to sacrifice a life, even if she is a Salaceno.”
Vincent cut him off. “You know how long an artificial heart can last. Camila’s daughter won’t hold out for long. I can’t put her through another surgery.”
“Camila’s child is the one I should cherish.”
At that moment, my blood ran cold. In his eyes, my daughter was nothing but an organ container.
He had no idea. All that talk about protecting his precious daughter—she wasn't even his.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

In order to raise the surgical fees for my "blind" boyfriend, I dedicated three entire years to scrubbing toilets.

I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.

Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.

"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."

It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.

Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.

"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

On a rainy evening, Ophelia Taylor caught her husband Benjamin White cheating, shattering their marriage and her happy illusions completely. Plunged into despair, she found solace in Benjamin’s younger brother, William. Gentle and steady, William silently guarded her—bringing warm milk on sleepless nights, defending her from Benjamin’s coldness—slowly melting her broken heart. Unknowingly, both fell for each other, a forbidden affection blooming amid betrayal. Torn between her unfaithful husband and her off-limits brother-in-law, Ophelia stood at an emotional crossroads. Her reason screamed it was wrong, but her heart clung to William’s warmth. This tangled struggle of love and guilt had just begun.

The peaceful and tranquil town of Bermington has recently experienced a horrific murder case. Charles Jones, a full-time writer, allegedly broke into the home of Lawrence, an engineer, and brutally killed the family of three.
Police immediately arrested him, but after several interrogations, officers learned a shocking secret: the real killer wasn't him, but rather some kind of entity that shared his exact appearance, build, and even his name and DNA...

"I fell in love with a stranger. I didn't know he was my brother."
When I first saw Victor, I didn't see a sibling. I saw a man who set my skin on fire. I saw a pair of dark eyes that reflected my own soul. Our attraction wasn't just a choice—it was a gravity I couldn't escape. For weeks, we existed in a fever dream of late nights and whispered promises, building a future on a foundation I never knew was forbidden.
Then the truth came out. One old photograph, a single name, and my world shattered.
Now, the touch that felt like heaven feels like a sin. But how do you stop your heart from beating for the one person you were never supposed to touch?

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

For the top university in the North American wolf packs, transfer students aren't exactly breaking news. But this one sets the entire forum on fire.

It starts with a photo. A girl standing next to a tall, imposing man. Both faces are deliberately blurred, but that build, that presence... every wolf in North America recognizes it. The Alpha King. The caption reads: "Dad why'd you send me this 😭 I'm not ready to go public yet."

Minutes later, the post vanishes. But screenshots flood the forum.

"Moon Goddess above! Is that really the Alpha King?"

"The girl in the photo... could she be the royal princess no one's ever seen?"

The comments explode. Compliments flood in. Even my aloof boyfriend joins in.

Something feels off. I type out a comment: "The Alpha King keeps a low profile. His daughter should do the same. Posting photos like this... doesn't seem right."

Less than a minute later, the replies come.

"Who do you think you are to question her?"

"Can't stand seeing someone else do well, huh?"

My boyfriend chimes in too: "Quit it. You're embarrassing yourself."

I pick up my phone and dial a number. "Dad, since when do you have another daughter?"

At her own birthday banquet, another woman was the star of the night.
She stood at the door and watched her husband crown his "friend" with a diamond-studded tiara — the very gift she thought was meant for her.
On the stage, he smiled tenderly. Their daughter laughed and danced. She alone was the uninvited stranger.
For six years, she gave up a brilliant research career to become his housewife — and received not a single word of gratitude.
When her heart finally went cold, she walked away, leaving nothing behind but a divorce agreement.
Then she returned to the lab — and stunned the world as a leading scientist. No more shrinking herself for anyone. She became herself again.
And the man who once treated her like air cornered her with red-rimmed eyes:
"Darling, I was wrong. Please come home."

Ava Monroe was made for the spotlight, a basketball star with trophies and talents, she's at the top of her game until a scandal, caused by her ex boyfriend, Chase Maddox, threatens to end her career.
To save her brand and her career, she agrees to one crazy solution: a fake engagement, but not to just anyone, to Noah Lark, her quiet, reclusive childhood best friend who she hadn't seen in years.
Now, they’re back in each other’s lives, playing a new kind of game, public kisses, viral moments, a staged romance the whole world is falling for. Everyone thinks they’re soulmates but behind the cameras, Ava’s training for a comeback and Noah’s falling harder than he should all over again.
Just as the line between fake and real is starting to blur, Chase returns to complicate things, he wants Ava back, at all costs.

My ears were ringing in the sudden blast. Both me and James were utterly shocked. We looked at each other with widened eyes. In the meantime a few more guys entered the cafe. Each one of them had guns in their hands. If this isn't a crime movie scene that I'm probably dreaming of right now, please save me God!

'EVERYONE OUT!! one of the gun holding men shouted from behind. The remaining customers ran outside. A proper moment of chaos.

Just when i was trying to get out that boy from earlier grabbed my wrist. Didn't they mean everyone?. A sudden rush of terror flashes over me.

"Where are you going dollface?" I can see his lips twitching up in a smirk. A devilish smirk. I feel my heart just dropped to the ground.

"Meet Isabella Grace, a college student who just wants a peaceful life. But her fate changes drastically in a single night when she meets Toby, the Mafia boss. Will she give in to him, or resist his flames?"

Michael Nate Clark has always been identified as the stuttering boy. His previous three years of high school were a disaster where he was constantly bullied and made fun of for his stutter.
Now Nate is about to have a fresh start as he got admission into a highly reputed boarding school in Texas with a scholarship. He has some hope that people in this new school would leave him alone and he can finally have a prosperous school life. But he is prooved wrong as he happens to stare at Ethan Vance, a guy from his Calculus class, who looks like his late brother Alex. Ethan turns out to be a bully and starts bullying Nate along with the rest of the jocks.
But does Ethan like to bully Nate or is he doing it to keep his place in the popular crowd? What happens when Ethan and Nate have to share a dorm room? When will the bullying stop? Will it ever? Or will Nate learn some shocking truths regarding his birth?

“Divorce? Divorce?” Camilla brokenly asked her husband. She couldn't believe what she heard.

“Yes, I think we should just get a divorce.” Caesar barked.

Camilla Garrison was betrayed by her fiance, by sleeping with her step sister.

That wasn't enough; she was also chased out from the house her maternal grandfather left for her and was tricked by her blood brother and father to sign her company in their name.

Devastated and heartbroken, she left the country with the help of a friend, where she will change her name to Phoenix Gilbert and get married to her ex fiance Trillionaire uncle just to get revenge.

After Camilla had over a quarter of her problem, a found secret would destroy everything.

She also have a lot of enemies to overcome.

Dive into this story and see how Camilla did all this. What would be Caesar's reaction when he found out Camilla had lied about herself?

What would also happen when he found out his wife was his nephew's ex?

Her Ex-fiance also wanted to win her back?

Elorai.

They burnt my lab to the ground.

They killed my scientists… with their claws.

The white, pristine walls they coated with blood and brain matter.

Now they’re glaring down at me, teeth bared.

But they won’t kill me.

No… they’ll take me instead, keep me in a cage, and bind me forever to them.

Joke’s on them.

They’re insane if they think I won’t claw my way out.



Ronan. Knox. Lucas

She was our target—the one we were sent to kill.

And that’s what we originally planned to do.

But we had her beneath our teeth, and instead of pleading for her life, she fucking glared at us.

Daring us.

Worst part? Our alpha wills weren’t working. Her scent bothered our wolves.

So we changed our minds.

We’ll keep her… for now.

And kill everyone who tries to take her from us.


Elorai—or “Lo,” like her scientist buddies called her—was just fine, living her life as a test subject for her white-coated handlers, getting cut open and sewn back together, until one day they looked at her and tagged her successful.

That’s when everything shattered.

In an instant, her lab was destroyed and everyone she knew was killed.

She tried to run, but her attackers caught her.

Werewolves… or mad beasts, like her scientists called them.

The plan was to kill on sight—but all three beasts looked down at her, their eyes gleaming... And something shifted in their gazes.

That’s when she knew she was in trouble.

Can she survive them or will she let them ruin her? Read to find out!

Avery is a young woman with a dark power she struggles to keep at bay. Her past is full of abandonment, death, abuse and murder. She has lived her life on the run. She's had to be so careful. Running again, she moves to a new town to start over, like she's done a dozen times before. But this time is different - an alluring man named Drake comes into her life whether she likes it or not.

Drake is a young Beta with a jerk for an Alpha. Adopted at birth, his parents tried to raise him as best they could. Despite the strong, dark wolf he was given far before his 18th birthday. Despite his anger issues. Despite his wolf's crazy huge aura and unquenchable bloodlust. Drake is convinced he doesn’t have a mate, and is resolved that that is a good thing. He’s too dark for something so good and pure like that. Running into Avery was never supposed to happen. What is he supposed to do now?

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…"

"If you truly want to leave now, Alisha, you must accept Lucien's rejection and sever the ties completely.” Calum said, his voice tinged with a mix of caution and concern, and a tear fell down my face.Taking in a deep breath, the weight of my decision heavy upon my chest, in that moment, I summoned every ounce of courage within me and spoke the words that would forever change the course of my life."I reject you, Lucien," I said, my voice clear and resolute. "I reject you as my Alpha and as my mate."***When Luna Queen Alisha Stone catches her fated mate, Alpha Lucien Ragnarok cheating on her, on the eve of her birthday, she does the unthinkable.Determined to reclaim her independence and protect her heart from further pain, she takes a bold step by rejecting him, severing their mate bond once and for all. With her voice unwavering and not changing her decision, Alisha refuses to be bound to a mate who betrays her trust and treats her so callously.However rejecting Lucien is not enough and longing for the taste of vengeance, she yearns for his blood to quench the burning rage within her.How would she accomplish this feat? Would she get her revenge successfully? Or would she get the love she truly deserves, if Lucien decides to change? Well, let’s find out in this gripping werewolf romance tale.

In my past life, I was pregnant and met a gruesome end, torn apart by the mad dog my cop husband kept, taking both my life and my baby's.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I discovered I was pregnant.
My seemingly perfect husband, the epitome of a good man, smiled as he brought me muffins laced with rat poison. My seemingly kind in-laws watched me intently, eager for me to swallow the deadly treat...
That's when it hit me: the perfect marriage I thought I had was actually a family conspiracy for murder!
This time, I refuse to be the lamb led to slaughter. If you want my life and my child's, then you'll all be begging for mercy in hell!

I closed my eyes, deepening the rhythm of our kiss, savoring every response from Mikayla. Feeling welcomed, my lips began to trail down to her neck, and my hand slowly moved up, brushing against her warm, smooth thigh.

Mikayla squirmed slightly, her voice dripping with temptation.

"You really know how to make me lose control..."

She writhed again, responding to my kiss more wildly, making my heart race. We could no longer hold back, though the occasional knocking on the bathroom door interrupted our moment.

"Heh, is someone there? We need to use the bathroom!" someone outside knocked again, sounding irritated.

I chuckled softly, glancing at Mikayla whose face had already turned red. "Looks like we need somewhere... more comfortable."

She just gave a playful smile, her eyes half-closed, lips slightly trembling. Without hesitation, I led her out of the bathroom and into the hotel room I had reserved. There, undisturbed, we let ourselves be consumed by burning desire. Every touch felt so real, so alive. The little sounds she made were like a beautiful melody, pulling me deeper into the moment.

Sweat began to trickle down her body, but I didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. Her silky hair felt like strands of soft silk in my fingers. We explored different positions, as if we were limitless, until exhaustion finally crept over me. My stomach and thighs started to ache, but I felt content, as if the beauty of this moment outweighed any fatigue.

Mikayla was still slightly drunk, but that only fueled my desire further. I kissed her again, my hands gently squeezing her body, and she moaned softly, her voice like a sweet song echoing in my room.

"Ah..." she sighed again, her breath heavy yet full of passion.

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.

The Koch family is the oldest family in the Blue Star Kingdom. As the new generation heir, Chad Koch has encountered many women—some attracted to his wealth, others to his looks, but none genuinely cared for him as a person. Consequently, Chad Koch has perpetually upheld a demeanor of aloofness towards the fairer sex.
Amidst a twist of fate, Daphne emerges as the savior of Chad Koch's venerable grandfather.
Thus unfolds the tale of emotional intricacies between a haughty scion of royalty and a humble maiden of the farmlands.

This book is dedicated to you. We don't always have a perfect romance, but sometimes it is our reasons that keep us moving forward.

I have tried to write the story as best as I could, and each time I started I ended up deleting it. So I wanted to write a different kind of story and maybe I really messed it up or maybe I did a great job, either way, this is how it all went down. Thank you so much for reading my work and for your support, not just in buying the books but sending me those emails and encouraging me to continue writing. You are the hero in my stories.

During bright and sunny summer holidays, a group of incredibly wealthy teenage friends embark on a lifestyle filled with luxury and unforgettable adventures. Staying in a stunning beachfront villa, their days and nights are a perfect blend of fun, relaxation, and excitement but filled with conflicts and drama.

The story revolves around six friends: Jake ( Jaxon), Maddie, Oliv (Olivia), Ethan, Liam, and Ruby, Together, they create a summer full of extravagant and memorable moments.

Their days are spent indulging in the finest things life has to offer. They host private yacht parties along the beautiful Hawaiian cost, take spontaneous trips to exclusive destinations in their private jets, and relax by their luxurious infinity pool. They savor gourmet meals prepared by world-class chefs and embark on high-end shopping sprees at prestigious boutiques. They find themselves at glamorous parties, exclusive club events, or enjoying intimate gatherings under the starry sky each night.

Despite their opulent lifestyle, the friends face the complexities of their relationships, personal ambitions, and the constant scrutiny of the public eye. Amidst the glamour, they navigate issues of trust, loyalty, and the search for true happiness.

Summer Kills is a vibrant and glamorous tale of friendship, fortune, and the limitless possibilities that come with immense wealth. This story offers a dazzling portrayal of the ultimate summer, where every day is an adventure and every night is a celebration.

The moment I gave up wasn't when I found out my husband was cheating. It was when I heard my ten-year-old daughter laugh into the phone and say, "Mom's so clueless. She has no idea about Dad and Summer."

Ten years ago, I was a top biomedical researcher, making six figures. I gave it all up for his promotion and our newborn daughter. Ten years later, the perfect marriage I traded my career and youth for turned out to be nothing but an elaborate lie.

He called me his safe haven, then got in our bed with his mistress and discussed how to keep me in the dark.

This time, I'm not going to cry or make a scene. I'm going to quietly gather my evidence and call the lab director I've turned down seven times.

"Just fuck my life," I snarl, "I need some fresh air."
"I see you're still in a bad mood," a familiar, hated voice drawls, dripping with with arrogance.
Jaxon leans against the wall beside me, the heat from his body radiating like a furnace. Some sick impulse inside me wants to lean against him, just to see how it feels, but there's no way in hell I'm allowing that to happen.
"Maybe if you would stop stalking me, I wouldn't be," I snap, turning my back to him.
He lets out a low snort. "Please. I just keep running into you by accident."
"Well, you won't have to worry about that soon."
"And why is that?" he asks, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice.
I meet his eyes, but the intensity is too much, so I look away. "Why do you care? You'll be Alpha soon, and you can continue fucking all the pack sluts your heart desires. That's if you even have a heart," I growl bitterly.

WARNINGS: s****l CONTENT, DOMESTIC ABUSE, SUICIDE, GRIEF, AND VIOLENCE!

Melanie Stokes is Alpha Damon’s eldest daughter and heir. Jaxon Miller is the fatherless male wolf that snatches the title right from underneath her. After they begin to work together as Alpha and Beta, they make a deal to have a casual relationship until the Mating Ball, when they will both meet their mates and decide their fates from then. What happens when Jaxon discovers they are mates a month before the ball and that the Moon Goddess chose her from birth to become a member of “The Alpha Council” that will force her to leave the pack? Can he make her fall in love with him before her hatred causes her to reject him? Can love even prevail the challenges they will face if she does choose him? Find out when you read, “Alpha Jaxon” by Destiny B.

“I need you to do me a favor once you become Alpha.”
“Anything for you, my Alpha,” I say, sitting up straighter.
“Get rid of Melanie.” He leans forward, his voice dropping low.
I can’t stop my mouth from falling open. “W-What?” Did I hear that correctly? He does know he’s talking about his own daughter, right?
My reaction causes him to scowl. “Yes. She poses a threat, Jaxon. You don’t think she will retaliate once you become Alpha?”
I open my mouth to speak but hold my tongue. I mean, he’s right. I know Melanie well enough to know that she will throw some type of tantrum about it. Defiance is her middle name, but I’m pretty sure I can keep her in line without ‘getting rid of her’.
I swallow hard. “Alpha, you want me to kill your daughter?”
Saying those words causes the pit in my stomach to deepen.
Is this really happening right now?

Melanie Stokes is Alpha Damon’s eldest daughter and heir. Jaxon Miller is the fatherless male wolf that snatches the title right from underneath her. After they begin to work together as Alpha and Beta, they make a deal to have a casual relationship until the Mating Ball, when they will both meet their mates and decide their fates from then. What happens when Jaxon discovers they are mates a month before the ball and that the Moon Goddess chose her from birth to become a member of “The Alpha Council” that will force her to leave the pack? Can he make her fall in love with him before her hatred causes her to reject him? Can love even prevail the challenges they will face if she does choose him?

For three years, she was the invisible wife in a marriage of convenience, her quiet love met only with his cold indifference. Now, with her departure date set, the photos of him with his true love are the final proof she needs to walk away forever.

Her bags are packed, her future is hers alone. She plans to vanish without a trace, leaving behind only a signed divorce paper.

He never saw her—until he found her closet empty and his world unraveling. The man who took her for granted is now in a desperate race against time, tormented by a single question: Can he undo his greatest mistake, or has he already lost the one person who truly mattered?

I smile like someone on the edge of violence. "Oh, that's what you're worried about? Relax, I planned for this. I worked overtime for months. All three jobs approved my time off. My bills are paid. My cats are fed. My soul is moisturized. I'm free, Mike."
He shakes his head slowly. "Yeah… no. I can't take you with me."
"What did you just say?" I ask, suddenly forgetting how to breathe through my nose.
"You can't come," he repeats, avoiding my eyes.
I cross my arms. "You promised, Mike. Two years ago, you said you weren't qualified. Then you got promoted, but last year, you went alone. You said you'd take me this year. You promised."
"You need to understand me, dear. I already promised to take someone else. I can't break my word."
"Oh. But you can break your word to me?"
"You're my future wife," he says, tone so rational I want to scream. "We're getting married in six months. You should be understanding, Winter. Do you really want your husband to look bad in front of people?"
I stare at him like he's grown two extra heads. "Mike. Who are you taking?"
He doesn't flinch. "Your cousin, Olivia."


Winter thought the worst thing was being replaced with her cousin… until she crashed the company's luxury retreat, almost drowned, and woke up pretending to have amnesia—right in front of the man who humiliated her.
Now she's stuck playing fake fiancée and sharing a room with a sexy stranger who clearly hates her guts… but can't stop staring at her lips like he wants to ruin her.
With an ex who suddenly cares way too much, her dream career on the line, and revenge heating up faster than the resort's hot tubs, Winter is about to turn heartbreak into the most unforgettable comeback of the year.
But there's just one twist: her fake fiancé is actually the new billionaire chairman of the company… and he's falling for her, hard.

"A secret Love is a Beautiful, Sweet and Sacred when it's just a light infatuation, but when that person reaches over and touches you in the heart, making it alive in a way it has never known, that secret love becomes frightening, because you can never make them love you, you would never want to make them Love you but all the same, no matter which way you view it, they don't love you and your heart doesn't know how to beat the same. " _ Lucas Mionner

She could do just anything for her family. He could do everything for power and money. When he asked her to marry him, she was happy. But little did she know, she was entering hell. She had a crush on him. But not now, not anymore, not when she knows his deepest secrets. But she can't run now, he had already noticed her and now, he wants her. And damn, he gets what he wants.? Can they ever love each other? Or will it always be what it was-- hate? Love blossoms in the most unexpected circumstances. And damn, they are right, opposite attracts. Follow me on the game fate decided to play with these two.

Seventeen-year-old Nora thought her biggest problem was surviving senior year—until she fell for Leo, her brother’s best friend and the one boy she was never supposed to want.

Leo is everything she shouldn’t touch: older, dangerous, and hiding something behind those icy blue eyes. When Nora discovers his secret—that he’s a vampire—her world shatters. But instead of running, she lets him in… and one bite binds their souls together forever.

As Nora struggles to balance love, loyalty, and the darkness that now lives inside her, a new person emerges: Killian, a powerful mafia king who sees her not as prey, but as an equal. His offer could change her fate—or end it.

Caught between two worlds and two loves, Nora must decide who she really is…
and what she’s willing to become.

Because the way they look at her—
might be the thing that saves her… or destroys her.

I nearly died in the freezing ocean at my adopted sister Jane's birthday party.

When the yacht started tilting and alarms shrieked through the corridors, Dad grabbed Jane and bolted for the deck without looking back. Mom clutched Jane's ragdoll cat in her arms, following close behind under the bodyguards' protection.

They saved the cat.

But left their biological daughter to drown.

Three days later, I staggered home covered in wounds. The living room was decorated with scented candles and a three-tier birthday cake. Light piano music mingled with laughter—they were throwing Jane a makeup birthday party, celebrating how "the whole family" survived the disaster.

Isabella Vaughn was poisoned by her husband Marcus and his lover Serena, dying in his arms for her pharma empire.
She awakens on her funeral day, reborn in the body of Lila Harrington, the dazzling heiress engaged to Julian Blackwood, heir to her family’s fiercest rival.
With a new face and enemy access, Isabella vows revenge. But Julian notices the change: sharper eyes, hidden secrets.
Trapped pretending to love the man who might see through her, her vengeance could destroy them both.