1395 Book(s) Related to cry for me manga

My fiancé's "innocent" sister posted a photo wearing the sheer lingerie I bought for him, standing in the master bedroom of my new house. The caption read: "Finally have a place to take shelter. Thanks Lucas for the security." In the corner of her photo, my carefully chosen wedding portrait was thrown face-down on the hardwood floor.

I didn't scream or cry. I just quietly took a screenshot and dialed the number of my billionaire boss. "Mr. Allen, I'll take that overseas transfer." Since Lucas wanted to give another woman a home, I didn't want this wedding anymore.

The next day, I went to our new house. The passcode had been changed to her birthday. When I finally got in, she was sprawling on my leather sofa, demanding I leave because Lucas "owned half." I laughed, throwing the property deed right in her pale face. "Look closely at the name. You have ten minutes to pack your trash and get out, or I'm calling the cops for trespassing."

She ran away crying. I called a cleaning crew and threw out the bed, the sofa, and every single thing they had touched. Because you don't keep dead things, and in my heart, this eight-year relationship was already rotting in the grave. Will Lucas realize what he lost before it's too late?

"You look familiar. Have I threatened you before?"
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I don't understand why I was kidnapped out of the blue, but here I was with the black blind now taken of off me. I was tied to a chair, in a low dim lit room, with a lamp light right over me.
"Do you know him?" Asked the devilish handsome green-eyed stranger I bumped into at the local convivence store.
I looked at the photograph and sighed out.
"Yeah, he's a regular at the diner I work at, I think he said his name was Hardhik Johnson?"
The dark room, suddenly boomed out in laughter. My heart pounded, looks like I wasn't alone here. His other friend stood by him and I was reminded that he'd broken into my motel room, claiming to be my husband. This prick. I should have hit him more.
"He goes by a lot of names, but Hard Dick Johnson isn't one of them."
"What?"
"Has he been frequently visiting you?"
"I mean he comes to the diner?"
"What about your dreams?"
My face blushed hard.
I'd been having a lot of erotic dreams about him, making me feel guilty as hell towards my college boyfriend.
My heart skipped just thinking about him.
There was a round of applause.
"What?" I was still confused.
"Listen here princess. This man whether you choose to believe or not, he's your mate."
My eye almost twitched.
Mate?
"Not following you here?"
"Your boyfriend."
I scoffed and then laughed, amused.
"No. It's definitely not him."
Not when he came in with a girl that time!
"Well, you better pray he is, because if he doesn't come for you in the next 48 hours. You're dead, princess."
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R18/THRILLER/SURVIVAL/FATED MATES/PACK/MATURE CONTENT/POSSESIVE/ALPHAS/SECRETS/ABUSE/DARK/RAPE/KIDNAP/ACTION/MURDER/POSSESIVE/LOVETRIANGLE

CRY WOLF by RainHero21© 2023

Martin Williams and Estella Jules grew up together, but lived completely different lives. She was the nanny’s daughter, while Martin was the child her mother served. After her mother died, Estella was taken in by the Williams family and raised to become the nanny’s replacement. At home, she was Martin’s loyal servant, but at school, she was his number one target.

Nobody knew about their secret master–maid relationship, and Martin would curse Estella if anyone ever found out they lived in the same apartment. He grew to hate her presence, while Estella continued to smile at him through everything. Not out of loyalty or obligation, but because she was sincerely in love with him.

Estella knew she would do anything for Martin, yet he never cared enough to notice. She couldn’t stop herself, like a moon drawn endlessly to the sun. Until one night, at Martin’s birthday party, her eyes finally opened to who he truly was. That night, she swore she would stop loving him, stop begging for him, and stop crying over him.

What she didn’t know was that her decision would only make their relationship even more complicated—messy, intense, and filled with the reckless sweetness of their perfectly imperfect youth.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

(Nora Moore and Ethan Allen).

"Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick.

"I," she gasped,

closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words,

"I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me."

He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him.

He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick,

"Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

Vienna Alvis finds herself in an ambiguous situation when all of a sudden her father wants her to marry his best friend's son. Though single her whole life she thought she should at least give it a shot and then she decides to meet her high class would be on the terrace of a stranded building only to find him trying to end his life.

Keith Devlin stood on the edge of the building wanting to end his life. Tears streamed down his eyes and he wiped it away angrily pushing his glasses up when a feminine voice shrieked from behind him. He turned around and saw a woman running towards him to where he was standing but he had already made up his mind. And the next moment he chose to let the gravity work on him as he jumped off the building.

"Leave me," she whispered in a heavy voice.

"Never, Gattina," he spoke huskily while moving his fingers along her thigh, which made her shiver.

"I..I...am..m...not..y..yours," she stuttered, enjoying the havoc created in her body by his calloused fingers.

Suddenly he wrapped his sexy digits against her swan-like beautiful neck and squeezed but not hard to hurt her, but enough to make her feel wet between her plump thighs.

"YOU ARE MINE, GATTINA. ONLY MINE. I WILL DESTROY WHOEVER WILL SNATCH YOU FROM ME. I WILL MAKE HIS LIFE HELL. I WILL BURN HIM ALIVE IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES. " HE shouted in a dominating tone.

She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure in her body from his dominance, and let out a husky sigh.

His eyes darkened in desire, " FUCK IT."

He smashed his lips against her and sucked the hell out of her pink petals. He was sucking and biting her, letting out his frustration on her beautiful lips...

Isabelle Zanotti always knew her family despised her. Her father hated her because she looked exactly like her late mother, a painful reminder of the woman he never stopped mourning. As the firstborn child of one of the most powerful alphas on the continent, Isabelle was expected to be strong. Instead, she was considered the weakest, and her stepmother and stepsister never let her forget it.

Her life changes when her father arranges her marriage to the most feared alpha alive, a man rumored to be Lucifer in the flesh. The arrangement moves forward quickly, and Isabelle is given no say in the matter.

Just when she starts to adjust to her new reality, Isabelle meets her true mate.

Now she must make a heartbreaking decision. Should she stay with the man she was never meant for but who has come to love her, or follow the path the moon goddess chose, even if it means leaving everything behind?

"Olivia, get back here and apologize to Mia RIGHT NOW, or we're through!" My fiancé Arthur screamed into his phone in the ER hallway, his face twisted in disgust.

My parents fussed over their adopted daughter Mia's red eyes. All this drama over a scratch on her finger.

My phone lay shattered in blood at the abandoned chemical plant downtown, screen flickering weakly.

I was already dead. The kidnappers had snapped my limbs and set me on fire.

I hovered above them, watching them lose their minds over Mia's fake tears while cursing my name and wishing I'd disappear forever.

Three days later, when cops knocked on Sterling Manor's door with a charred engagement ring, they finally got what they wanted.

Through The Silence - A girl who got kidnapped from birth and was raised in a basement and had never left. She was taken to be forced to marry the gang leaders son, he is meant to become the next gang leader.
He doesn't want to be a gang leader and plans to take the girl and run away from it all and make a real relationship with her.
But there's obstacles that get in their way and she is forced to make hard decisions and take initiative even if it could cost her, her life.

Out Of The Darkness - Chloe and Colby finally got away from his abusive gang leader father in two towns over, now Colby's in the hospital with the help of a stranger, but once the stranger leaves she's all alone in a cruel foreign world.
Survival becomes more of a priority then before and now she's full of rage and full of revenge, not only against Lucey, but against Colby's father as well.

Breaking The Cage - Colby makes a move on his decision between his family or Chloe and her friends, Jason seems to be quite close to Chloe and he has his suspicions.

Both Chloe and Colby had been fighting for their lives together but what happens when all their plans derail from the war that had been started?

Hayley fighting to stay relevant now that Colby is back, and Jasper is making the biggest sacrifice, does he go undercover to unravel the secrets of their family, or does he lie to Colby, and stay true to Alistair to be the families gem, to get what he always wanted, and become Golden knives next leader?

Chloe Ashford destroyed me once.

She pretended to be my best friend, eagerly setting me up with her stepbrother Vincent—when really, I was just a cover for their twisted relationship.

She fattened me up, used me, and when she got bored, tossed me aside. A broken nose during gym class, nearly drowning by the pool, framed and cyberbullied until the whole internet turned against me. I dropped out. Had a complete mental breakdown. And then I jumped.

But when I opened my eyes again, that line was playing on repeat—"Let me introduce you to my stepbrother."

Somehow, I was back. That same party night.

It was supposed to be a simple final-year party for Lalissa McKenzie, but it turned out to be more than that.
One drunken mistake. One wild sinful night with a complete stranger.
A night of forbidden pleasure, awakened desires.
It was supposed to be a one-time mistake. One she'd forget with time.
But no—her life changed when she found out the same stranger was her soon-to-be stepfather—
Cassian Reid.
He makes her his prey. One he'd taint in his darkest, forbidden desires.
She tries to resist him. She tries to stop.
But she can't.
Not when his touch, his breath, his eyes, his dirty words pull her deeper into temptation.
This wasn't meant to happen.
But it did.
She craves every sin. Every taboo.
Just as much as he craves her.
What happens when her mother discovers their dirty little secret?
Will Cassian's past destroy them?
When Lance, her best friend, joins the chaotic game of love and war, does he stand a chance against the devil she has surrendered herself to?
Caught between her fairy-tale dream and her newfound obsession, new secrets begin to unfold—and the taboo prevails.
The forbidden sin between stepfather and stepdaughter grows deeply. Darker.
In their world of unending desires.

"I'm a fucker, remember? And I wouldn't mind bending you over the kitchen counter."
Moana Queens has two rules: stay on top, and never become her mother.
She's spent her entire life watching her mother fall for the wrong men. Men who promise forever, take what they want, and leave. That's why Dylan Dickson should be the last person she ever wants.
He's arrogant, infuriatingly brilliant, and the only student capable of beating her at anything. Worse, he's the school's most notorious playboy, a boy who never stays long enough for feelings to matter.
Then her mother gets engaged. To Dylan's father.
Overnight, her academic rival becomes her stepbrother.
Living under the same roof was never supposed to be a problem. Not when they can't go five minutes without arguing. Not when she knows exactly what kind of boy Dylan is.
But the more she tries to stay away from him, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension that's always existed between them.
Moana refuses to risk her mother's happiness for a boy.
Dylan refuses to pretend he doesn't want her.
And when keeping their distance starts feeling impossible, they're forced to decide which line is more dangerous: the one they're not supposed to cross, or the one they've been pretending doesn't exist.

🔥 "She Made the Playboy Fall to His Knees..." 🔥

"Don’t hurt Daddy’s hands," he growled, lips brushing her ear, breath hot on her skin.
"Daddy needs those hands to pin you down... right there on that bed."
"And when I do... you’ll cream so hard for me."

Monalisa’s knees buckled. She grabbed his arm to stay upright.
He chuckled. "That’s more like it."

💋 Jayden James Bruno, the billionaire every woman dreams of…
Cold. Ruthless. Addicted to control.
He doesn’t do love. He does bodies.
Until Monalisa walked in.

Now, he wants only one thing...
To have her legs wrapped around his waist… and her heart in his hands.
But Monalisa isn’t the type to fall.
She’s the one who makes the devil beg.

📖 A blazing romance full of steamy tension, power play, and jaw-dropping secrets.

🔞 Not for the faint of heart. Are you ready for Jayden and Monalisa?

It was supposed to be a one night thing.

One reckless night to numb the agony of betrayal, seeing her long-distance boyfriend entangled in bed with her stepsister, the same person who had taken everything from her once.

But fate doesn’t forget so easily.

When Mireya comes face-to-face with the stranger once again, this time standing in front of her lecture hall as her professor, things spiral further out of control when she discovers he isn’t just her professor.

He was her ex-boyfriend’s uncle.

Pain forged Mireya’s grief into resolve. To get revenge on her ex-boyfriend, her target became his uncle.

Her plan was simple; seduce, control and destroy.

But who the real predator is, remains a mystery.

…

“Little flame, don’t play with fire.” He warned, voice dipping low into a deep growl that sent shivers to my spine.

My heart raced violently as I pressed my body against his, defiant and breathless. “I like it when it burns.”

She wants him to burn for her.

But like he said, she was playing with fire and when this fire rages, it was uncertain if she would still be able to hold on especially when it became clear that her Professor might actually be a mafia lord in disguise.

“Deny that you don't ache for this devil every night, Selena. You know you want me so bad that every time I take you, it's all you ever want.” He groaned into my neck as he rubbed his cock against my throbbing clit.

Yes, I wanted him so bad that my body could still feel his touch for days.

I wanted to escape, to flee from the pain and hide in the darkness but he found me. That monster, Luca, found me and he broke me, not once, not twice. Several times.

But for every time that I try to resist him, I still find myself needing him to break me again and again. Signing myself to him was my greatest mistake.

But letting him break me was all I ever wanted.

One lie to save her pride. One deal to fix his past. One rule: don't fall in love.
…
Step One: Fake a relationship with the campus playboy to save face.
Step Two: Keep it a secret that you live in the same house.
Step Three: Don't let anyone see the way he looks at you when the cameras are off.
Step Four: (Most important) Don’t fall in love. Ever.
Sienna and Roman were supposed to be using each other for revenge. But in a game of fake dating, the only thing more dangerous than a public scandal is a private truth.

In my past life, I built an ironclad sanctuary in the zombie-infested wasteland, bleeding to keep four thousand people alive.
Yet the very people I risked everything to protect were brainwashed into overthrowing me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right on the eve of that fatal rebellion.
Right now in the control room, my enemy has his arm around my wife. Fourteen rebels have their assault rifles pressed against my skull, laughing mockingly, convinced they've completely crushed this washed-up "Doomsday Tyrant."
What they don't know is that two days ago, I already emptied the bunker's entire stockpile of weapons and food.
You want "freedom" without rules? It's all yours.

He loved to say one line: “You won’t walk away.”

He thought she would never bring herself to divorce him, never bring herself to watch him go bankrupt, never bring herself to see him fall.

So he dared to spoil her with one hand while getting his adopted sister pregnant with the other.

What he didn’t know was that she had already liquidated every asset he had given her and quietly set up her own trust company.

He set his password to her birthday.

She used it to pry apart the very foundation of his empire.

And when he finally dropped to his knees, begging her not to leave, she handed him a sheet of paper.

“Sign it, Mr. Xie. Let’s part ways.”

Adelaide, a homeschooling mother, had no idea that her life, and those of her children, were about to change when she receives a hand-carved metal necklace from her sister. Without giving the necklace, or the unique pendant, much thought, Adelaide is unaware that the handcrafted necklace is the source of her life-changing journey.

After being transported back to 1600s Canada - a time of tribal warfare and the ever-present danger of disease - history comes to life as Adelaide must survive. Determined to find a way back to the present, Adelaide resists the circumstances she finds herself in. Chief Long Knife, however, has other ideas. The handsome warrior sees his new, instant family in a different light and is determined to win his captive's heart.
The Cry of the Wolf is created by Angeline Gallant, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Entering a new era of rebirth, equipped with the mystical "Book of Myriad Magic," unlocking its pages grants a myriad of abilities from movies, anime, and games!

"The Municipal Security Bureau is conducting a trial today for a cult case discovered on the Upper Cross Avenue. Seventeen dark wizards have been sentenced to immediate execution, and additionally, nine vampires have also received the death penalty."

Upon hearing the voice from the old radio, Li Wei wiped the short knife and handgun in his hands, embarking on a path of hunting demons!

This is the post-cataclysm era, where devils and hunters dance together, and gunfire and superpowers illuminate the starry sky!

In prison, Albert was fortunate enough to receive assistance from six female teachers. After being released at the age of 18, he returned home.
Because he was poisoned, he needed to marry a woman with a special constitution.
Facing his childhood sweetheart who came to terminate their engagement, Albert immediately severed ties with her.
Facing the family of Luna who took care of him, Albert did his utmost to protect them
"Albert, I want to marry my daughter to you."
Luna said.

At our engagement party, my fiancé's first love confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone.
Without a second thought, he shoved me aside and ran after her, leaving me to be hit by a car.
While I was in the hospital, he brought her into our home and forced me to eat food I was allergic to.
Most absurd of all, he personally sent me to the operating table so I could give her my kidney.
She tortured my cat to death, and all he said was, "It was just a cat."
The day I decided to leave the country, he thought I had died in a plane crash. Then he got into a car accident and lost his memory, remembering only the version of us at eighteen—when we were in love.
Too bad some scars never fade.

In the third year of my marriage to Damian Spencer, I accidentally scratched his first love.
For that insignificant little scratch, on the evening of my birthday, he personally brought his bodyguards and cornered me in a damp, cold alley.
Without flinching, he had them crush my right hand—the one that held my bow—bone by bone.
He looked down at me coldly as I slumped in the mud, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Just be a good Mrs. Spencer. You don't need this anymore."
Yet later, this same man caged me in his arms like someone possessed, begging again and again—pleading with me not to forget what we'd been.
But all that met him was my empty gaze—hollow, confused, as if he were no one to me.

After a brutal on ice fight destroys his reputation, arrogant hockey captain Kai Ryder is forced by his university and sponsors to join a campus reality show designed to rebuild his image.

The only problem is that the producers choose Lena Brooks as his fake girlfriend.

The same Lena Brooks who publicly wrote an article calling him “the most selfish athlete on campus.”

Now they must pretend to be the university’s perfect couple in front of cameras 24/7 while hiding how much they genuinely dislike each other.

But behind the staged dates, scripted kisses, and viral interviews lies the truth:

Kai is struggling with grief and anger after his brother’s death and Lena is secretly drowning under family pressure and financial problems that could force her to leave school.

The more they fake their relationship for the cameras, the more real their feelings become and when a devastating secret from the night of Kai’s scandal resurfaces, their relationship, futures, and hearts are put at risk.

My mad mother, in her final moments, pressed a set of Russian nesting dolls into my arms.
"These cost me thirty years of my life. In return, they'll give you three ways out of death."
The first doll told me to go to a bar and bring home the third strange man I met.
The second doll, she said to open on the eve of my wedding. There was no note inside. Only a photograph — my groom, killing a woman wearing the exact same wedding dress as mine.
Three years later, on the eve of another wedding, I opened the last doll. I read the note, smiled, and dropped it in the trash.
It was only later that I understood —
This mad woman saw more clearly than anyone sane in this world.
Mom, I'm sorry.

The multi-million-dollar deal I worked my ass off to win back was handed over by my boss to a clueless new hire who could barely even read the material codes. And that same rookie had the nerve to mock me in public, saying I was nothing but his errand girl.
My boss went even further, tore up every rule in the book, and shoved a termination agreement right at me.
I didn't argue. I didn't make a scene. I took the severance and walked away.
Because I knew one thing better than anyone: without me, they wouldn't even make it through the manufacturers' front doors.
Sure enough, just days after I left, the entire supply chain fell apart, and the company's cash flow completely collapsed.
And when they started scrambling in desperation, running all over New York begging investment executives to save them, they walked straight onto my mother's turf.

“I never forgave you, Hayley. You are horribly mistaken if you think showing up on another man’s arm erases your sins.
Keep running and I’ll keep chasing. You are my wife. You belong to me.”

I cannot help the derisive smirk that curves my lips.
“Nice speech, Mr. Hotshot. Was that supposed to scare me? Do well to remember your place. The Hayley who begged at your feet is dead.
If you want me back, you will learn to beg. Preferably on your knees…”


For six years, Hayley sacrificed her life and career as an international programmer to play the role of “perfect little wife” for Edward DaSilva and his family.

And what did she get in return? An emotionally unavailable husband, in-laws who treated her like filth… and a dead son.

To make things worse, Edward is hell bent on punishing her for the death of their only son.

With a heart heavy with grief, Hayley flees Manhattan. Three years later, she returns as the City’s most brilliant hacker — unbreakable, desired, and standing beside another man.

But Edward Da Silva never forgot about his wife. He wants her back, and this time, he’s not asking. He’s chasing.

They call him the King of the Upper East Side. And this king would fight to the death to keep his queen.

I'm dead.

Died that rainy night, desperate because I couldn't scrape together five thousand dollars to save my dog.

Liam laughed at me over the phone—my childhood friend told me to quit the sob story. His new girlfriend Sarah said I should get on my knees and beg if I wanted her to toss me some scraps. They had no idea every dollar I owed those loan sharks was to cover up Liam's hit-and-run.

My dog died. So I jumped into Black Lake.

It wasn't until they pulled my body from the water that Liam found the surveillance footage in that tin box and realized what a massive mistake he'd made. Then he snapped, dragging Sarah and everyone else who killed me down into the depths, one by one.

Too bad it was already too late.

"William, you've made me suffer for three years, isn't that enough?"
He misunderstood her intentions as unrequited love, indirectly leading to the death of the woman he cherished.
Therefore, he used marriage as a cage, trapping and tormenting her by his side for three years.
Her child, her dreams, her life, all were sacrificed to his hatred...
It wasn't until Emily's love was completely drained that he finally realized his mistake.
Love her until the break of dawn.
With no end in sight.

They said an Omega didn't belong in their elite military academy. They were right—I didn't belong. I was meant to destroy it.
I was Celia, the scholarship nobody, the punching bag for five ruthless Alpha brothers who ruled the school like gods. The Hale brothers made my life hell just because I dared to be smarter than them. They humiliated me, tormented me, nearly killed me.
Then they murdered the only person who tried to help me.
"You think you can compete with us?" Zaxer's breath was hot against my ear as he held me over the rooftop edge. "You're nothing but a pathetic little Omega."
"Then why are you so threatened by me?" I whispered back, watching his eyes darken.
They let me fall. Krystal, the friend I trusted, kissed my tormentor while I plummeted to my death.
But I didn't die. I got my wolf. And with her came a hunger for vengeance that burned hotter than any mate bond.
Now I'm back, and the game has changed. I know their secrets, their weaknesses, their guilty consciences. They think they can corner me in empty classrooms, threaten me with those piercing stares and brutal words?
"Hit me," I dared Zaxer in front of everyone, my voice steady as steel. "Show them all what kind of Alphas you really are."
He couldn't. Because for the first time, they realized something: the broken Omega they tortured has teeth now.
They ruined me once. Killed for me twice.
But when Kaiden growled those three words—"You're our mate"—everything I thought I knew shattered.
Because how do you destroy the ones fate bound you to?
Revenge never tasted so savage. Love never cut so deep.

Our ceremony was ambushed underground. One exit. Corvin was the only one who could move fast enough to carry someone out.
In my last life, he chose me — and left Niamh behind. She didn't make it. He spent five years after that making sure I understood what that meant. Every day I woke up was a day she couldn't. When I finally ran out of ways to leave quietly, I chose a window that faced east and walked into it.
Now I'm back. Same corridor, same chaos, same choice.
This time, I said: "Take Niamh."
The way his shoulders came down — like something he'd been holding for years, finally put down — told me everything five years together never did.
He promised to come back. He was already moving when he said it.
I knew I had to get out myself. But the ferals who'd killed Niamh last time found my corridor before I made it to the stairs.

Truth or dare,Jasmine?” Erik asks, looking up from where he’s teasing me.

“Truth,” I say, because tonight is all about open communication.

He arches a brow and twists his lips into a sexy smirk. “Which one of us do you want to fuck you first?”

I look at each of them. Damon, caressing my leg as he spreads me for his friend;Harry , his dark stubble brushing against my thigh as he pauses to look up at me from between my legs; Ian,his dark hooded eyes seeming to cut through to my very soul, and Erik,his expression merry while his tattooed chest heave with mischief.

“All of you,” I say, because I could never choose.


Jasmine was invited to a drag race by her friend to celebrate their college graduation where the four expensive and luxurious cars caught her attention but little did she know that she will end up being entangled and becoming the rogue for the four wealthy alphas.

Jasmine is only allowed to have one mate, who will Jasmine choose among the four?

18+ WARNING: This is a hooking reverse harem with a lot of explicit scenes.

"Speak not a word to her. Let none of you lay your hands or eyes on her. She is mine to deal with. This is my only warning. Defy it, and the consequences will make you beg for death, yet death will not come."
MIRA
When Ken hurt me, I shattered.
But I never gave in. I refused to feel. I refused to love.
Then my father, who hates me, and my mother, too afraid to protect me, send me away.
I expected peace. What I got was the White Lion.
The mafia king of the continent. A legend soaked in blood.
He claims me with no mercy. Protects me with no kindness.
Says I belong to him. Proves it with every threat and every body he leaves behind.
I swore I would never surrender.
But how do you fight a devil who looks like salvation
and kisses like sin?
SCAR
After my mother died from my father’s recklessness, I made myself a promise.
No love. No women in the mafia. No weakness.
Then I saw Mira.
Too proud to beg. Too pure to touch.
I made her a game. A test. A punishment.
But now she is the obsession I never expected.

I was here because of missed periods and abnormal bleeding—a suspected threatened miscarriage.

When asked about our relationship, my boyfriend didn't even look at me.

"We're just classmates," he told the nurse.

He thought he was cutting ties with a worthless nobody so he could chase after a billionaire's daughter.

What he didn't know was... I was the heiress he was desperately looking for.

I waited five years for a heart transplant.
My mother—the Luna of our Pack, the healer everyone worships—gave it to someone else.
An orphan girl she took in. A girl who now calls her "Mom."
Ivy got my heart. She got a wolf. She got a mate and a wedding so grand the whole Pack attended.
Me? I watched from the corner, still dying, while my mother smiled for the cameras and accepted praise for her "selfless sacrifice."
When I finally snapped at the ceremony, she slapped me. Told me to apologize. Said I was embarrassing the family.
I'm her actual daughter. I'm the one who can't shift, can't feel a mate bond, can't survive another six months.
But sure. I'm the problem.
They wanted me to stay quiet and die gracefully.
I chose to make sure everyone sees who their perfect Luna really is.

I was four months pregnant when the truck hit my car.
I woke up on a gurney outside the OR, bleeding, half-conscious, thinking my husband was saving my life. Then I heard him through the door.
"The baby's gone. Her right hand is finished—her career's over either way. Just take her kidney now and put it in Mia."
My mother agreed. My father told him to switch my architectural draft to Mia's name before Friday.
Mia. The sister they'd raised for twenty years while I was missing. The sister whose body was failing. The sister my husband had apparently been in love with the whole time I was married to him.
I was supposed to die on that table. I wasn't supposed to hear anything.
But my phone was in my coat pocket, and the voice memo app had never stopped recording.
And now I had a choice to make.

At twelve, I lost my parents and was taken in by the Brooks—our families had a marriage pact. For a decade, everyone expected me to marry their son Conner, a future I'd accepted as duty.
Then Conner's tabloid scandal with another woman destroyed the engagement. Chaos hit our family businesses—until Dylan, Conner's uncle who barely spoke to me, offered: Marry me instead.
It was the only way to save everything. I said yes, no time to fear marrying a stranger.
What stunned me? The wild side of Uncle Dylan I never saw. It hit fast, hot—pulling me in until I was hopelessly falling.
And my best friend? She's about to find a chaotic, twisty romance of her own. Turns out, life's best gifts are the ones you never see coming—even if they start with a marriage of convenience.

I am the fearsome godfather of the Mafia.
For the woman I love, I sheathed my fangs and willingly became a despised commoner son-in-law.
In the horrific car accident, I shielded her with my own flesh and blood, and steel bars pierced through my chest.
Faced with the only life-saving machine in the entire hospital, she did not hesitate to save her lightly injured "white moonlight" brother-in-law, leaving me to die in the basement.
She thought that as long as I bled to death, she could naturally embrace perfect love.
But she didn't know—
Without my protection, her proud, century-old family wouldn't even last a month ...

On the eve of my mating ceremony, my twin sister and I were abducted by rogues.
My Alpha fiancé and my parents drained our territory's wealth, but only bought back my sister Elara's life.
Upon her safe return, Elara seamlessly took my place, claiming my marking ceremony to become his Luna.
Meanwhile, left to rot in the rogue camp, a wolfsbane-laced blade violently carved out my wolf's essence.
Tossed into the wilderness like rotting meat, stripped of my ability to shift and bear pups, I became the Crescent Pack's ultimate disgrace.
Forsaken by my pack, Silas—Alpha of the Obsidian Pack and my childhood friend—defied the Council’s fury. Under the Moon Goddess, he publicly marked me, sheltering me like an absolute treasure.
But now, in the third year of our bond, I accidentally knocked over a half-sealed Memory crystal in his study.
It projected a hidden dark magic ritual into mid-air, tearing the lie of that kidnapping to shreds in an instant.
In the projection, Silas held my sister's hand, his eyes brimming with a sickening devotion.
"Don't be afraid, Elara. Aria's twin essence is a perfect match. With this, you'll safely carry pups with the strongest Alpha bloodline."
A heartbeat later, Silas approached my blindfolded, bound body.
With zero mercy or numbing agents, he carved out my essence with his own hands, drowning out my agonizing howls.

The day college applications were due, Fern Whitmore wouldn't stop crying — and my two childhood best friends were completely wrapped around her finger.

They actually threatened to give up their Ivy League spots to follow her to community college.

I tried everything to talk them out of it. Nothing worked. So I went behind their backs and called both their parents.

Their parents showed up that same night and put a stop to it. Applications corrected, crisis averted, everyone back on track.

Or so I thought.

Fern lost her two personal ATMs, and one night she posted a goodbye message on social media and swallowed a bottle of pills.

Nash and Declan didn't blame her for it. They blamed me.

They lured me up to the roof. Both of them shoved their hands against my chest.

"Maren." Declan's voice was ice. "You ruined Fern's future. Go apologize to her in hell."

I fell twelve stories.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at the beginning.

This time, I'm not saving anyone.

My two best friends killed me over a girl who'd been dead six months.
Lila Bishop never got a single offer. So she cried and clung until Cole and Wes were ready to throw away their full rides and follow her to nowhere. I tried to stop them — they called me jealous and cut me off. So I went over their heads. I called their moms. I fixed their signing papers myself, the night before the deadline.
Six months later Lila was gone, and they blamed me. They dragged me to the roof of our gym and threw me off.
Then I opened my eyes — three months back, the day it all started.
Last time, I broke myself trying to save them.
This time, I'd let them jump.

Rejected! Betrayed!! Forgotten!!!

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Selene's world shatters.

For years, she dreamed of finding her mate—the one destined to love and cherish her forever. Instead, before the entire pack, Alpha Ronan crushes her heart with a single sentence.

"You're weak. You're wolfless. You are unworthy of me."

Rejected, humiliated, and abandoned by everyone she trusted, Selene becomes the pack's greatest disgrace. Her family turns their backs on her. Her closest friend betrays her. And the woman who steals her future takes her place as Luna.

With nothing left to lose, Selene disappears into the wilderness.

But fate is far from finished with her.

When a pack of rogues leaves her bleeding and broken beneath a silver moon, an ancient power buried deep within her blood awakens.

The earth trembles, the skies darken, and a silver light erupts from her body.

And in a distant kingdom ruled by Lycans, a king falls to one knee.

Because after years of searching, he has finally found his mate.

King Kael.

What no one knows is that Selene is no ordinary werewolf.

She is the last living heir of the First Moon Queen, a legendary bloodline thought to have vanished thousands of years ago.

A bloodline capable of commanding wolves, healing the impossible, and destroying empires. Or building one powerful enough to rule them all.

Now the packs that mocked her want her allegiance.

The Alphas seek her favor. And the man who rejected her wants a second chance.

But some mistakes can never be undone. Especially when the girl they cast aside returns as a queen.

A rejected wolf... A powerful Lycan King. And a destiny that will reshape the entire werewolf world.

The Alpha's Rejected Mate is gone!

The Moon Queen has risen!

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

“Mr. Cary, I don't understand...”
His hand brushed down the side of my face as he stared at me, “what’s to understand?”
“You're my fathers best friend...”


Della just turned twenty when her world slowly started to fall apart. Her long-time boyfriend wasn't the man she thought he was and her father was constantly gone leaving her alone to fend for herself. With everyone else enjoying their love lifes she expected to never find hers. That is until her fathers best friend Mr. Cary proves to be the caring, sweet, and incredible sexy lover she had always wanted.
The only problem is he is twice her age and with society frowning upon such things she has to decide if it is worth it. Will she carry on and love Mr. Cary the way she wants too? Or will she succumb to society’s views and head for the hills to save her own image?

Loving Mr. Cary is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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."

Warning: This novel have matured contents +18

Me and you. Come on let's play. "She said".

Um, okay, sure," I said, "but what do we do if one of us refuses to answer truth, or do a dare?"

"Then," smiled vicky, "A different truth or dare is given, and that one has to be done, no matter what."

"Ok Deal," I said.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Truth," I said.

"What's your honest opinion of those pics you saw, of me?" She gave me a look of pure curiosity, which only made me laugh a little.

"They were very hot," I said. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she said, smiling at my comment.

"Is it just me, or are you not wearing panties?" I said, more to tease her about it, than I was curious.

"Yeah, I'm not," she said. "Actually, I'm surprised you noticed. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I said.

"I dare you to take off your shirt," she said.

So, thats how it started. I don't know why, but her mission is to find any means to have me for herself not minding what it will result to. Though she later had me and even got pregnant for me., but what happened after that is was you won't expect.

I died in a rainy day. For twenty-eight years, I clung desperately to my adoptive family, craving nothing but warmth and a home. Yet all my devotion was nothing but a joke.
Everyone in the household loathed me, quick to side with my adoptive sister Isabelle over every lie she spun. I gave my whole heart to my fiancé Damien Sterling, believing he would be my salvation. But when the truth surfaced, he looked at me like I was filth beneath his shoes, his face twisted with contempt.
“You were never more than a distraction,” he snarled. “Isabelle is the only one I love. Can’t you see how tainted you are?”
Those words shattered me more than any injury. Abandoned by everyone I cared about, I had nowhere left to turn before they arranged my death.
But somehow, I’m twenty-two again—returned to that fateful year before all my nightmares unfolded.This time, I’ll burn down everyone who destroyed me.

I spent ten years following Ashton around like it was my job. He said jump, I jumped. He said he was hungry, I went and made him a sandwich. His homework, his fights, his messes — I handled all of it. I thought that's what being close to someone meant.
Then at the fall pep rally, in front of two thousand people, he strapped me to a platform, blasted me with paint, and let his girlfriend laugh at me through a megaphone.
I was the punchline. I threw up on camera. The video went viral before I even hit the ground.
So I did the one thing nobody expected — I vanished. New school, new city, new number. Every trace of him, gone.
I thought that was the end of it.
But Ashton doesn't let go of what he thinks is his. And what he's willing to do to drag me back? I wasn't even close to ready for that.