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When debt-ridden Wendy Chen hits rock bottom, an unexpected "job" becomes her lifeline—a contract marriage with veteran Jason Morrison, paying $100,000 a year for one year, with a single assignment: being a "mom" to his fourteen-year-old son Liam.

This should have been the perfect business arrangement. Jason needs someone to care for his stepmother-resistant son, while Wendy needs money to escape the crushing gambling debts her ex-husband left behind. No love, no expectations—just cold contractual terms.

But when Liam "welcomes" her with a bucket of ice water, when Jason struggles through PTSD episodes during thunderstorms, when her dangerous ex-husband resurfaces to threaten her new life... Wendy finds herself caught in a deadly trap: she's genuinely falling in love with this broken family.

Until fourteen-year-old Liam accidentally discovers the contract.

Everything falls apart.

我躺在那里，脸埋在妈妈那破烂的阴部黏稠的残骸里，她疲惫的身体像被征服的战利品一样瘫坐在我身上。房间里弥漫着精液、粪便和汗水的臭味——我们的宿舍兄弟们早已离开，笑得前仰后合。索菲的大腿在我耳边颤抖，浓密的阴唇还在抽动，把群交鸡尾酒渗到我嘴唇上。心跳加速，我僵住了。她看见我看着那场肮脏的节目——她那精英律师的伪装破碎了，沦为室友们喝尿、舔屁股的荡妇。

“嗯......伊桑？”她的声音哽咽，喉咙交欢后沙哑，呼吸热烈地吹在我额头上。没有愤怒——只有带着羞愧的欲望。“宝贝......你尝过所有的......通过我。舔得更深。妈妈现在需要她的乖孩子。”

操。界限模糊了。咬紧牙关逃跑？还是直接跳进去，抢先吃到的？她的臀部磨蹭着，强迫我的舌头进入。无处可逃。这就是我们的新地狱——天堂。

Jessie never imagined her life could hit such a low. Just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, fate tossed her into the most ridiculous—and unexpected—situation. She was supposed to be on her way to a blind date, her last chance at a fresh start. But instead, she found herself rushing to help two crying kids who shouted, “Daddy is hurting us!” Heart racing, she jumped in to protect them—only to realize it was all an act. And the man behind it? None other than Alex—rich, powerful, dangerously handsome, and known as the legend of M City. Cool as ever, he was calmly handing out drumsticks to the “injured” children as their reward for a job well done. Furious and flustered, Jessie shouted, “Alex, you ruined my blind date!” But he just looked at her, voice low and sure, and said, “If you're looking for someone to marry… shouldn’t I be your first choice?”

Five years ago, at the engagement party, Alice was schemed against by her malicious sister Nova and was cast out of the family. Nova seized their mother's only inheritance.
Pregnant and unwed, Alice didn't know who the father was.
Five years later, Alice returned with her three children, determined to reclaim everything that belonged to her. To her astonishment, she discovered that the father of her children was none other than her fiancé from five years ago.
Mr. Hall: "You gave birth to my three children. Why won't you accept me?"
Alice: "I need love."
Mr. Hall: "I will make you feel my deep love!"
Alice: "You womanizer, always flirting around!"
Mr. Hall: "Baby, my heart has always belonged to you!"
（2/Day）

“Your body wants me more than you let yourself admit,” Alex declared, his eyes caressing Sarah's face.

Sarah shook her head. Alex was her son's best friend. He was twenty two and Sarah was forty five and divorced.

“Whatever this is, it has to stop, Alex,” she said, trying to sound stern.

But she could feel her resolve cracking.

“You're not going to want me to stop when I touch you tonight, mama,” Alex said.

His hands stayed in his pockets and his eyes remained dark with desire.

“This is crazy,” she muttered.

He nodded.

“Crazy is a word I want to hear you say tonight when I pin you down on your bed and make love to you.”

Sarah knew she would not be able to fight this off.
This was the peak of her confusion. She was desiring a boy of twenty two and she was ready to submit herself to him. She should be ashamed that she let herself feel desire.

She should be afraid that the body of a twenty two years old boy called out to her and her body responded.

What would happen when her son found out?
What would her ex husband say when he heard that she got in a scandal over sleeping with her son's best friend just one year after their separation was finalized?

Won't he call her a terrible mother like he's always claimed she is?

Won't she lose business deals when she gets into a scandal?

There was too much at stake and she wasn't willing to risk it on the bed of pleasure.

But Alex was still looking at her. When he spoke, it was with authority.

“Take off your top and let me see your breasts, mama,” he commanded.

For his mother's life, he willingly became a live-in son-in-law for three years, enduring countless humiliations from his wife and male lover. Only when they themselves unplugged the life support pod did he retrieve the dusty cell phone from the pool of blood. The "Zero" access to the Silicon Valley dark web had been unlocked; this time, he would make the entire Crawford empire pay with its life.

I’m Alice, vampire royal princess.
Three years into my father’s affair, my mother got her death sentence.
The Royal Enchanter slammed her fist down, eyes blazing.
“Lokui, are you mad? Hiding your terminal curse from him? You think he’ll weep and repent? Killing yourself to punish a man is pathetic.”
My mother only smiled, her gaze soft and steady on me.
“I don’t want his regret. I’m building my daughter a throne with my death.”

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies .

“ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe .

I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth .

“ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

"Mr. Wolfe's daughter needs a live-in caretaker. You will handle her meals, her studies and her daily supervision."
"Wait… a nanny?"
"Not just a nanny. A live-in housekeeper and companion. Full access. Housing, transport and excellent pay."
I blinked. "How excellent?"
"Six figures annually," Dana replied.
Rennie Brooks was not looking for a miracle. She only wanted to survive. With one hundred and two dollars in her account, an empty fridge and no one left to rely on, she never expected a desperate phone call to lead her into the estate of billionaire Shawn Wolfe. He is powerful, distant and impossible to read. Years of heartbreak and a toxic past with his ex-wife have turned him into a man who trusts no one. His daughter, Diane, is known for chasing away every nanny who steps through the door.
Until Rennie arrives.
From the moment she enters the Wolfe mansion, everything begins to shift. The cold silence softens. Diane attaches herself to Rennie with surprising devotion. The staff breathe easier. And Shawn, who once believed his heart was permanently locked, starts to feel something he has not felt in years.
To everyone else, Rennie is simply the hired help.
Behind closed doors, the truth is very different. Their connection grows in quiet moments and lingering glances. It is forbidden, risky and too intense to ignore.
He is her employer.
She lives under his roof.
No one, not even his daughter, can know what is happening between them.
But some feelings refuse to stay hidden.
They rise, they consume and they change the course of every life they touch.
Sometimes love does not wait for permission.
Sometimes it enters without warning and refuses to leave.

It's fall break, and Mom and my sister Della Sinclair are visiting me at St. Julian's Academy.

The South Campus Arctic Biome is a landmark the Sinclair family funded years ago. It's filled with the rare arctic flowers Mom and Della have always loved. Every single time they visit, they have to go in.

That's when Kiley Croft, the girl Fletcher Waverly grew up with, pulls what she calls "a little prank." While no one's paying attention, she locks the door from the outside panel and pushes the temperature controls to maximum.

The people inside are trapped. They burn to death.

Kiley runs to Fletcher in tears, and instead of calling 911, he pulls her close and tells her:

"Hey. It's okay. It was an accident. This isn't on you."

He doesn't call me until the fire trucks show up.

"Blythe, the biome caught fire. Your mom and your sister are trapped inside."

I spin around.

Della is right next to me, sniffling and complaining about her cold. Mom is passing her tissues.

They're both completely fine.

Then who the hell is in there?

In a city where neon lights flicker over ancient runes and blood is traded like currency, Kaia Vale has learned one rule hide what burns inside you.

Half-Fae, half-human, she survives on the fringes of New Arcana, stealing relics and silence in equal measure. But when a botched job awakens the fire sleeping in her veins, Kaia discovers the truth she was never meant to know:
A dragon’s soul lives inside her one that once set empires ablaze.

Now the Obsidian Order wants her power. The Ember Cult wants her crown. And the voice in her head ancient, arrogant, and all too alive wants freedom.

As magic riots tear through the city and old gods begin to stir beneath the streets, Kaia must master the inferno within before it consumes her… or watch the world burn from the ashes of her own making.

Because in New Arcana, every flame demands a sacrifice.

I was declared dead in a car accident—while my husband was desperately trying to save the woman he truly loved.
Five years later, I return with top medical skills and two adorable children. Now, the world knows me as the renowned “Dr. Green.”
With red-rimmed eyes, Charles Windsor corners me and chokes out, “Diana, our children… are they still alive?”

My fiancé vanished on our wedding day. Later, I fell for Marcus, a down-and-out alpha, but left after seeing him with Isabella.

Heartbroken, I left with our child. A plane crash made Marcus believe our daughter and I were dead.

Five years later, we meet at a school.

"You're alive?" Marcus stared in shock.

"Sorry to disappoint," I replied coldly.

"I've searched for you both for four years!"

"Don't you have Isabella now?" I laughed bitterly.

"I never forgot you..."

"We're over, Marcus."

Can we fated mates hold onto each other this time?

My name is Maya Wilson. I'm seventeen, I have 100K TikTok followers, and I just watched my dad destroy our family for a twenty-five-year-old homewrecker named Ashley.

"Ashley makes me feel alive again," he said, dismissing seventeen years of marriage like a bad business deal.

"We'll be one happy family," she smiled, standing in our kitchen like she already owned it.

That's when I knew: Mom needed my protection.

What followed was a war fought with laptops and lies, fake pregnancies and real heartbreak. A battle between a broken housewife discovering her strength, a teenage girl wielding digital weapons, and a woman who thought she could manipulate her way to victory.

Six months later, Mom would be accepting awards. Ashley would be gone. And Dad?

Dad would be begging for forgiveness he'd never get.

Five years ago, I was drugged and ended up having sex with a stranger, resulting in a pregnancy. I chose to go abroad to give birth.
Five years later, I returned with my son, determined to seek revenge on those who conspired against me.
At this moment, a man appeared before me and my child, expressing his desire to become my son's father...

I helped him claw his way up from nothing—from the family's bastard to king of the underworld.

I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.

I thought we'd always stand together.

Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.

I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.

Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.

I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.

Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"

I stared at his small face for a long time.

Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."

Three years ago, I nearly died giving birth to my son.

My husband Elias wasn't by my side—he was outside, ready to rip my baby from my arms and hand him to his dead brother's widow.

"We owe her this."

As I screamed and bled, Elias made his decree: "Aria stays away from the boy. She comes near him, she gets the silver whip."

They gave my son to Vivienne. I wasn't even allowed to see his face.

For three years, I tried everything to reach him.

Scaled walls—got twenty-three scars across my back. Snuck in as a maid—starved for seven days. Crashed his third birthday—thrown in ice water until I couldn't feel my legs.

Every time, worse punishment. Elias started looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

Then yesterday, fire ripped through the house. Flames swallowed the nursery.

Everyone screamed, including Vivienne—but she didn't move.

Only I ran in.

I pulled Asher out, barely breathing.

When he woke up, he shoved me away and clung to Vivienne, sobbing: "Mommy! She's here again! Make her GO! You said she'd leave if I was good!"

Three years of lies had erased me completely.

I dropped to my knees, voice breaking: "Call me 'Mom' just once. Then I'll disappear forever."

That scumbag who turned into a jerk as soon as he had some money had been sneaking around with my stepsister behind my back. On our wedding night, no less, he was still carrying on with her! To make matters worse, my shameless stepsister drugged me, causing me to lose my long-preserved virginity to some stranger, and I even ended up pregnant with his child! And now, that traitorous bastard wants to divorce me so he can be with my despicable stepsister! Over my dead body!
Four years later, I returned to the country with triplets born abroad, armed with unparalleled medical skills and a burning desire for revenge against those who betrayed me. My ex-husband, that scumbag, begging for a second chance? Get lost!
But what’s the deal with this billionaire I accidentally saved? Not only does he look just like my kids, but he’s also shamelessly insisting on being their father!
The billionaire: "They are my children. Who else do you want them to call dad?"

“Lola, I’ll love you for the rest of my life. If I ever break this promise, may heaven strike me down with thunder!”
The vows Ethan Jones made to me ten years ago still rang in my ears.
Yet ten years later, our daughter Lucy was standing in front of me, holding his hand—and the hand of his mistress, Alice.
“I don’t want you, you old, frumpy woman, as my mom. Alice is my mom!”
Not only did Ethan fail to stop Lucy’s cruel words, he looked at Alice with nothing but tenderness in his eyes.
Alice, too, showed no restraint. Right in front of me, she gently stroked Lucy’s little head and smiled.
“Of course. I’m your mom.”
In that moment, I finally understood something clearly—
In this family, I was nothing but an extra.

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.

Every victim had the same thing in common.
None of them had ever met Detective Celia Hart.
Until the night one of them whispered her name before dying.


When ritualistic murders surface across the city—each marked by bloodied roses and a single spiral—Detective Celia Hart is pulled into a case that feels disturbingly personal.

Because the killer isn’t choosing victims at random.
He’s following a pattern… one that leads straight to her.

The deeper Celia and her partner Mara Vex dig, the uglier the truth becomes: a corrupt police brotherhood, a cult that turns children into vessels, and the Ash Protocol itself—a living contagion that doesn’t just break minds… it rewrites reality.

And it has already marked Celia.

The spiral on her wrist isn’t a scar.
It’s a key.

As memories she never lived begin to surface, Celia realizes the impossible:
their world is a collapsing simulation, trapped in an endless time loop—and she is the anomaly at its center.

The one created to stop it.
Or to destroy everything.

But breaking the cycle comes at a cost.

Because in every timeline where the world survives—
Mara doesn’t.

Now, with reality fracturing and the Protocol spreading, Celia has one final choice:
save the world… or save the woman she refuses to lose.

The spiral is tightening.
The system is watching.
And this time—there may be no reset.

"Happy anniversary, sister," Chloe smiled, the diamond necklace I’d inherited glittering on her neck.

"You signed the transfer papers," Gavin said, wrapping an arm around her. "The company is ours. You were just a placeholder, Isla. A boring, plain placeholder."

I tried to scream, but the poisoned champagne had turned my limbs to lead. Chloe shoved me. I hit the freezing water of the Atlantic, watching the yacht drift away as I sank into the darkness.

I hate you, I screamed silently. Let me come back.

Then, I woke up. In my old bed. On the morning of my wedding day, five years ago.

Sold into a marriage with a stranger she'll never meet, Aveline Reeves loses everything. Six years later, one drugged night of desperate passion with Manhattan's most dangerous billionaire changes everything.
She flees his bed, leaving only a priceless ring—never knowing she's just marked herself for hunting.

In a world where power defines your future and failure means death, Aeris Thalorian was never meant to survive.

Overshadowed by her prodigy twin sister and ridiculed for her wild, uncontrollable magic, Aeris has only ever wanted to be left alone. But when she’s forced to take part in the deadly Trials to enter Aetherian Academy.. an academy that forges elite magical knights, she somehow passes. Barely.

Thrown into a world of powerful rivals, ruthless training, and ancient secrets, Aeris is determined to stay unnoticed. Until a monstrous attack on the Academy awakens something inside her, something dangerous, rare, and impossible to explain.

Now, all eyes are on her. Especially Kael Thorne, the Academy’s cold and commanding Grand Sovereign, who sees in Aeris a power that could either save their world… or destroy it. As he begins to train her himself, their fates become dangerously intertwined.

As darkness creeps closer and grotesque creatures begin to rise, Aeris must uncover what lies within her magic before it’s too late.

But power always comes with a price.
And some destinies are written in fire.

"Mommy, I'm bleeding. Will Daddy come see me now?"
I called George to tell him our daughter had been in a car accident, but he straight-up rejected the call.
Little Millie eventually died from too much blood loss.
In total despair, I clutched her urn and jumped from the 17th floor.
To my surprise, I was actually reborn!
It was three months before Millie's accident!
This time, I'll live for myself—and for Millie!
Everyone who hurt us, including George, has to pay the price!

I wasn't supposed to see it. Mom's phone, unlocked on the kitchen counter—a mirror selfie in black lace, her "After Dark Society" group chat blowing up with creampie vids and gangbang confessions. Vivienne—that was her handle. My straight-laced teacher mom, spilling secrets to sluts like Rain, Mei, and the Sterling twins.

Curiosity? Or something darker? I created Celeste. Fake wife, fake pics. Infiltrated her world. Watched her evolve from heartbroken widow to cock-hungry queen, drugging hubby fantasies turning real while Dad rotted in prison for embezzlement.

Months in: her posts got filthier. "Fucked my son's classmate in his bed while he slept." Wyatt, my neighbor buddy. Then Aunt Rina caught me jerking to it all—blackmailed me into her fist in a beach stall, popping my cherry while Mom rode the resort manager live on iPad.

Now? Penthouse bound, wrists tied. Mom—Lauren—smirks down. "Knew it was you, baby. Punishment? Watch Mommy get triple-teamed. Then... everything's yours."

Her phone dings. Three studs at the door. "Loves seeing holes wrecked, boys. Make my pervert son beg."

No escape. The line's crossed. I'm not her son anymore—I'm her audience. And I crave the show.

Eight years ago, I fled Pennsylvania for London, desperate to escape all the painful ghosts of my hometown. An urgent frantic call from my mother pulls me back—my brother Ethan’s condition has worsened drastically, and he mutters only my name nonstop. Ethan is the only person I hold dear in that family, leaving me no choice but to come home.

I never intended to run into Luke Morrison again, the man scarred by a knife wound while saving me. At a charity gala, a boy around six or seven years old rushes forward, throwing his arms around me and calling me Mama over and over.

Trapped by heavy guilt, the child’s earnest longing and our simmering unfinished love, I have to confront the scars I spent eight years evading.

Following a fabricated assault case, my husband had me committed to a psychiatric hospital to quash public outcry.
After five years locked away, my sight finally returned.
I was overjoyed and ready to share the news with Richard—only to find he had long betrayed me, carrying on an affair with my half-sister.T
he entire ordeal was a setup from the beginning. They framed me, poisoned me to rob me of my sight, and even turned my own son against me, making him call that woman "Mom".
For every lie and wound they inflicted, I will make that despicable pair pay the ultimate price.

“See? Mom warned you a long time ago—Rehn is a venomous snake to the bone.”
When a monster tore my right arm apart, and I watched my so-called best brother scoop up all the rations and run without looking back, my mother’s voice suddenly sounded inside my head.
But she’d died five years ago.
Mom told me my “good brother” hadn’t gone far at all.
He was hiding nearby, waiting for the monster to leave so he could come back and play the hero.
He would stash the ammunition, swap out my antibiotics, and in the end use me as the perfect meat shield—kicking me straight into a dead end.
To stay alive, I swallowed my blood-soaked humiliation and played along with him for a full one hundred and twenty minutes of brotherly devotion.
Until he finally tore off the mask and shoved me toward the most horrifying mutant.
I sneered and tossed away my self-defense knife.
Brother, you want to be a god of the wasteland?
Sorry. I’m going to be that god.

The doctors gave me three days. And my husband Donald used that time to beg me to give my uterus to Hailey, the "sister" I'd rescued from the streets.
"Her need is greater," he said.
So I smiled and signed over the design empire I'd spent fifteen years building to the girl who once shivered in my doorway.
My daughter Flora curled in Hailey's lap. "I love Hailey Mommy best!"
I nodded. "Be good for Mommy Hailey."
My parents squeezed Hailey's hands. "Sometimes, she feels more like a daughter to us than you ever did."
Even Donald looked at me with soft eyes. "This is the Audrey I always hoped you could be."
Dying, I had finally become their perfect woman—quiet, generous, and uncomplaining.
With the clock ticking down, I stitched the final thread into a wedding gown. Let them have their perfect ending. They'll discover, when the last breath leaves my body, that some gifts are curses in disguise.
Was it a devoted wife's final sacrifice... or a dead woman's ultimate revenge? The answer will unravel in the silence after my heart stops.

She was raised to obey. Promised to the Alpha’s golden son. Pure, perfect, untouched.
But fate doesn’t bend for tradition.
He’s the feral one—the rogue prince who walked away from the throne, the mate bond, and the kingdom that betrayed him. Until he scents her. His mate. Hidden in plain sight.
She should’ve felt it. The bond. The fire. The ache.
But something’s wrong.
A spell. A lie. A curse placed on her by the ones who raised her—meant to blind her to the pull of the one man who would set her free.
Now it’s too late.
Because he’s found her.
And wolves don’t ask twice.

"Please. I just want to feel you inside me," Brianna whimpered. "Just a quick fuck. Enter, pound me hard, and then pull out. Nothing more."

Julian stared at the Black Ops soldier begging on his bed. He was a playboy surgeon who treated sex as a game, but her vulnerability shook him.

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After uncovering a military conspiracy, Navy SEAL Brianna takes a bullet and hides at Dr. Julian Broody’s mansion.

Haunted by a tragic past, Brianna avoids intimacy. But living under the same roof, the chemistry between the broken soldier and the doctor ignites into a purely physical arrangement.

Julian thought she was just a temporary distraction. But as assassins close in on Brianna, the playboy realizes he has broken his only rule: he's fallen in love.

Can he heal her heart before her enemies end her life?

“You’re the Donovan heir?” Sulien sneered.

“Why? Are you disappointed?”

A pause. Then, almost teasing XL continued—

“Aren’t you supposed to be straight?”

“...Who told you that?”

…

Sulien, a man who has always wielded control, finds his world tilting when this young, ‘weak-looking’ guy challenges everything from his dominance to his sexuality.

"Leave my office, Fremantle," he snapped me out of my dazed state and feeling my cheeks redden due to unshed tears, embarrassment and built up anger, I picked my dress and panties and then turned to go.

"Wear the dress, Fremantle."

"You can't be the only one to enjoy my nude body, Mr. Castile. I'm generous, so I think everyone should get a share." I said and then walked out of his office.

He didn't stop me.

But five steps later, I heard his voice over the house speaker.

"All security exit the third floor immediately."

**
Fremantle had never met anyone like him before. He was the direct opposite of her, the type of men her mother warned her about. But how could she stay away from a man who made her panties wet on the first day? She really should've listened to her mother..

Eron never imagined someone like her existed. He wanted her as his, but he also had a feud to take care of against her family. Which would dominate in the end? Love or Vendetta?

I am a miserable pregnant woman. My husband cheated on me during our marriage, and his mistress even framed me. My husband wouldn't listen to my explanations, and I was cruelly mistreated and humiliated by them...
But I am a strong woman. I divorced my husband and raised the child on my own, eventually becoming a successful and outstanding woman!
At this point, my ex-husband came back, got down on his knees, and begged me to remarry him.
I only said one word: "Get lost!"
（I highly recommend a captivating book that I couldn't put down for three days and nights. It's incredibly engaging and a must-read. The title of the book is "The Billionaire's Daughter" You can find it by searching for it in the search bar.）

[Dear readers, if you loved this book, be sure to read my new recommended read: After Affair: I Took My Children and Remarried.]
"Lisbeth, you'd better agree to this divorce quickly! Otherwise, I'll make these photos public and let all your fans see how their beloved star with millions of followers was once molested by an old man!"

"What?" Lisbeth Whitaker looked up in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing.

This was her husband of five years, who had cheated on her with the female caregiver she'd hired to look after him.

Now he was resorting to blackmail to force her into a divorce so he could make room for his mistress!

"Sophie, come out for dinner."
Mom’s voice seeped through the crack of the door.
I walked over to stand behind the door, when my sister Susan suddenly sent me a message.
"Run away right now. Mom’s lost her mind. She’s going to kill you!"
I stared at those words, my heartbeat racing rapidly.
Moments later, my phone vibrated again in my hand.
The exact same message popped up one after another on the screen:
"Run away right now. Mom’s lost her mind. She’s going to kill you!"
"Run away right now. Mom’s lost her mind. She’s going to kill you!"
"Run away right now. Mom’s lost her mind. She’s going to kill you!"
I was just about to ask her what on earth was happening, when the screen shifted.
The contact recalled a message.
The contact recalled a message.
The contact recalled a message.
……
Two seconds later, Susan sent another message:
"Sophie… you didn’t see any of that, did you?"

He died 49 times to earn one free life.
Now the man who cannot be killed is coming for the gods who played with his soul.
Six hidden labs. Six immortal brothers still in chains.
One war that will leave continents scarred and kings in ashes.
There are no more respawns.
Only revenge.

Five years, a hundred betrayals, and one altar too many.
When Crown Prince Dorian Ashveil abandons Mira Vayne at the altar for the last time — rushing to her stepsister Vivienne’s side instead of staying for their vows — Mira does the one thing no one sees coming. She calls the wedding off, walks away from everything she built for a man who never truly chose her, and goes home to honour the arranged binding her father set in motion years ago.
A binding that delivers her to Caelum Draveth. The Ashen Dragon. Lord of the Draveth Ranges and the most feared creature in the known realm.
Their union is sealed in ancient fire and old law. It is political and necessary. That is, until fate and a rising war decide otherwise.
Now with a prince determined to reclaim what he carelessly threw away, the shadow armies of the Vreth massing at the northern borders, and a conspiracy of treason and dark magic woven by her own blood, Mira must choose between her heart, her duty and her survival.
Some choices, once made in fire, cannot be undone.

Crown of Ash and Silence is a gritty Progression Fantasy built on the bones of a broken empire. The story follows Kaelen Thorne, a disgraced commander who was branded a traitor and left to die in the desolate Dead Lands. Five years later, he has returned to the city of Oakhaven, not just as a survivor, but as a wielder of the Void—a dark, necrotic power channeled through his sentient greatsword, Silence.

The narrative centers on a high-stakes Slow Burn conflict. Kaelen seeks to dismantle the corrupt High Council and General Vane, only to discover that his former love, Elara, is now Queen and holds a dark secret: a son, Caelum, who carries Kaelen’s own unnatural violet magic.

Set against the backdrop of the "Silver Mask" plague—a terrifying infection that turns the populace into mindless metal statues—the story explores themes of Tragedy and Power. Kaelen must grow from a lone exile into a force capable of challenging ancient entities like The Collector to save his bloodline. With 150 chapters planned, each exceeding 1,000 words, this epic follows a man forced to choose between the vengeance that kept him alive and the family he never knew he had.

Left for dead at the bottom of a waste ravine, Yan Chen has nothing. No cultivation. No sect. No name that means anything to anyone. Just two broken legs, a body that belongs to a dead man, and a forbidden black flame burning where his meridians used to be.
The Heavenspire Sect made one mistake. They left him alive.
The flame is the Ashen Dao — a cultivation art erased from history ten thousand years ago. It cannot be detected. It cannot be suppressed. It grows stronger through every attempt to destroy it, feeding on the broken and the discarded, turning ruin into power that was never supposed to exist again.
Yan Chen doesn't want justice. He wants the people who threw him away to watch everything they built turn to ash.
But the higher he climbs, the larger the truth becomes. The sect's corruption is a symptom. Behind it stands something older, more patient, and powerful enough to unmake every realm in existence.
He came back from nothing once.
He'll do it again.
From a garbage pit to the gates of immortality — every step earned, nothing given.

All I wanted was to submit to his dominance.I desired his warmth around my body; his breath brushed across my exposed skin, and his frigid lips kissed me softly.
I had a crazy fantasy about my lecturer.
Indeed, it was.
He kissed me, and I kissed him back.
I seduced him, and he burned me in his flame.
But the only problem we had was that he was my mother's new boyfriend, and our love would destroy both of us.


Isabella, a 19-year-old spoil brat of a billionaire’s mother. She is a perfect example of beauty, she has a striking figure, with long, cascading red hair.
Ezekiel, a 25-year-old who has his own business, besides being the heir of a famous university, he does part time lecture there.
His physical presence was just as imposing as his reputation. At 6'3" with a diamond-shaped face, broad shoulders, and a hot figure.
"Isabella's relationship with Ezekiel is, Ezekiel dates Isabella's mother and he is also Isabella's professor but she falls in love with him."

She survived the stake. She escaped the swamp. But can she survive him?

Elora clawed her way out of the Lower City's gutters only to be thrown into Arcanum—a gilded cage where nobles hunt commoners for sport and ancient powers play deadly games. Branded a heretic, she's nothing but a research specimen to the cold elven Grand Magister who saved her life... and a fascinating new toy to the thousand-year-old vampire prince who watches her burn from the shadows.

But when dragonfire erupts from her veins and threatens to consume her from within, Elora must make an impossible choice: submit to the monsters who want to control her, or become a monster herself.

During a luxury cruise, Lydia is drugged, blacks out, and wakes in the hands of Ethan, a notorious arms dealer, the most feared name in the UK, and a whispered warning across Europe.

He catches her by the ribbon in her hair and turns her escape into a dead end, yet he never takes her life.

While everyone waits for the moment she breaks, Ethan clasps a bracelet around her wrist, a mark she never manages to remove.

"They say you'll redeem me," he murmurs, voice dangerously low as he tilts her chin up. "But I only want to lock you away forever."

He thinks he's playing a game of conquest. Instead, he's the one who surrenders. Until the day he kneels, blood on his hands, a ring held out like a confession.

"Good girl," he breathes. "Call me 'honey.' Stay with me, forever."

“I don’t care if you don’t have money. Because I know a way how you can pay me back.”

After he dropped those words, his gray eyes scanned her from head to toe.

“Use your body.”


Agatha Simon signed a contract that will change her life forever. In order to pay off her father's debt, she agreed to become a slave. But there's a catch - the only way to break free is to seduce the one and only billionaire, Lanceil Grim. Can Agatha pull off this daring feat and escape the clutches of her contract if love and lust interfere?

“Athena, our mate is here.” My wolf pants in my head. “He isn’t apart of the pack though. I can feel his strength and his powerful aura. He must be an Alpha.”

We need to keep leveled heads. He must be one of the wolves captured by us.


Athena Goldstein, a daughter, a twin, a friend, a lover, but an Alpha?

A potential future Alpha of the most formidable and largest pack in the world, but when a group of rouges attacked through Athena’s life into complete Chaos. Not just any rouges, Lunar rouges. A race of wolves that we thought were to be extinct 20 years ago have resurfaced.

Then she meets the dark, humorous, but beautiful Silas Black. The Alpha of the illusive and dangerous Lunar wolves. He brings out a new part of her not even her own best friend hasn’t seen. A new daring, sexy, and dangerous Athena Goldstein.

With a Lunar wolf as her mate makes Athena look suspicious in her own packs eyes. Even in her own twin brothers eyes. Will Athena Become the next Alpha of the Mystic Evergreen pack even though she called “traitor” “hypocrite” and “freak” ??

For Mature audiences

She used to be the town’s golden girl, until the ice took her brother and shattered her voice along with him.

Now Cassandra Lane avoids the rink, the spotlight, and every reminder of who she used to be. But when George Hale, a cocky, privileged transfer with something to prove, shows up wearing her brother’s number, the silence she’s hidden in begins to crack.

They’re paired for drills. Forced to skate side by side. What starts as a cold rivalry on the ice starts to spark into something neither of them expected.

She’s guarded. He’s infuriating. And the closer they get, the more dangerous it feels, because falling for him might mean finally facing the one thing she’s been running from—grief, guilt, and the game that nearly destroyed her.

Set in a small town where hockey is everything, Delicate as Dawn is a steamy enemies-to-lovers romance about second chances, buried pain, and the kind of love that makes you brave enough to lace up again.