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For years, I believed a rival family had stolen my children. Four of them — two baby boys, then my newborn twins. Every time, my husband wept. He swore revenge. He held me while I screamed myself sick.
Tonight I went down to the basement looking for him. The door was open a crack. He was kissing another woman.
"I threw both incubators off the cliff myself," he laughed. "Didn't even blink."
He killed all four. To clear a path for his mistress's son.
He runs the family now. He thinks grief has broken me — that I'll spend the rest of my life crying in the bed we shared.
He forgot one thing. I'm the old don's daughter. This family was never his.
It's mine.

Late! Late!! Late!!! Oh, God! Please help me. I don't want to be late, at least not for the first day of my college. I prayed to my dear God and walked so fast inside the college campus as thinking of how I am going to make an excuse.

Shit!! I should have woken up earlier rather than dreaming of my future with my two children. Really Sheila? You don't have a boyfriend even to think about your future, but here you were dreaming of having children, aren't you? Don't tell anyone about your silly dream, they will make fun of you.

Cursing my mind for what seemed to be thousand times, I sped up my walk.

Three years after her wedding day, Vanessa remains a virgin. Her sickly, cruel husband, the Duke of Tarrick demands she produces an heir with a man of his choosing.
Vanessa’s choices are narrowing every day. To refuse leaves her penniless and alone for when the cruel Duke dies his estate passes elsewhere.
To submit would see her honor surrendered to the new stablehand Fitz. His sparkling green eyes might match her husband, but his cocky, arrogant attitude riles her. He sees no value in her titles and riches, seeking only to enjoy life’s opportunities. Including sleeping with a famously beautiful Duchess.
The added risk of snooping on servants and family scandal suggests Vanessa should stick to her husband's strict rules and simply endure what has been arranged.
But what if giving away her honor to such a casual rogue is the spark that makes her bland world finally explode into life?

"Either do as I say or find another job for yourself," he threatened me with his stormy green eyes, coming so close to me that I could see the lost warmth in his green orbs.

And before I could reply to that bastard he walked away making me regret the moment when I joined his company.


Ashley Brooke was the girl who could anything for her family to feed them after being poor and not getting any opportunity she finally got a job in a cafeteria but what happens when one night she accidentally runs into the country's most ruthless billionaire Blake Jensen.

Little did she know a big scandal with him will jeopardize her whole life when she had to act to be his romanticized interest.

Will anything ever happen between them?

Or they will just pretend it until its end?

Read the story to find out more.


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When Lilly has to watch how her father kills her fiancé, her daughter's father and mate, she makes a drastic decision. She leaves and never comes back. After a long journey she arrives in Lastgrove, a bustling city, far away from the city where she grew up. It's the perfect place, besides being far away from her family, it's also home to a pack of werewolves.
After a rocky start, Lilly finds new friends. Lucy and Bruce. Lucy is about to be chosen as Luna by her childhood sweetheart and chosen mate, Dex. And Bruce, the one she carefully opens her heart to.
Matters are complicated when it turns out that she has once again been chosen as a wolf's mate. This time it is none other than Dex, the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. Lilly is in shock. She doesn't want to hurt her new friends, and she doesn't know if she wants to make such a commitment again. Even though she is not sure of herself, it hurts when she notices that Dex also has his doubts.
Will they give in to their desires? Or do their doubts get in the way of doing what feels right?

I suffered from a severe congenital heart defect.

And my mother, Jamie, had terminal bone cancer.

My family was not a happy one. It marked the third year since my father, Nelson, had openly and unapologetically betrayed their marriage.

That morning, my mother swallowed a handful of painkillers and forced herself to stand up from her wheelchair.

She asked her best friend, Zoey, who was also my attending physician, to forge a medical report.

Zoey trembled with anger, her tears dropping heavily onto the paper.

"Jamie, are you crazy? Your bones are being eaten away by cancer cells every single day. You're in so much pain you bang your head against the wall all night. Why would you fake a clean bill of health?"

"Do you think that bastard Nelson will change his mind and come back to you just because you pretend to be healthy?"

My cousin stole thirty thousand dollars from our dying grandmother.
Not for an emergency. Not for bills.
For liposuction.
Then she told everyone I did it. Said I was jealous of her figure — that I'd drained Grandma's cardiac surgery fund because I wanted to look different. And the terrible part is, everyone believed her. My boyfriend. My uncle and aunt. Every single person who'd watched me grow up in that house — eating their leftovers standing at the kitchen counter, wearing my aunt's old coat with the broken zipper through every winter — turned around and decided I was the thief.
I couldn't prove otherwise. I couldn't get anyone to listen.
Last time this happened, I didn't survive it.
Then I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital corridor. My aunt's hand raised, ready to swing.

We both ran towards each other, when we got face to face, we smashed our lips together, kissing passionately. Then pulling at each other's clothes until we are naked, I gently lay her down in the grass. I could not control myself, or should I say my wolf could not. My hands roamed all over her sexy curvy body. I got one hand on her breast playing with her nipple, while with the other I inserted my finger inside of her and moved it in and out of her wet pussy. My thumb is going nuts on her clit, I look up into her mesmerizing emerald, green eyes. My wolf surfaces and I guess Her’s did too, because the next thing I know is that my cock is inside of her thrusting hard into her and we are both marking one another.

I was about to cum inside of her, when I heard several growls coming from behind us. We looked behind us and there were three wolves standing there ready to attack. We finally stood after being frozen in place, I grabbed the towels that I brought with me and handed her one so she could cover herself, I took the other one for myself.
Pulling her into a protective embrace, I kissed the top of her head and put her behind me. I then growled in a very dominant voice at the three wolves standing there. When out of nowhere my mate yelled to them.

"You three shift back"!

I was shocked when they listened. As they were dressing themselves, they did the same.

I need a fake date to my brother's wedding, and billionaire Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Simple, right?   He’s also my sister’s boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me.   We’re total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won’t become lovers.    Famous last words.   On a series of “friend dates” involving bar snacks, acrylic paint and hedgehogs, I discover that Charlie is nothing like what I expected. Under his hoodie and glasses, he’s handsome and down-to-earth, stuck in a job he hates and afraid to disappoint people by walking away. His heart is as gorgeous as his hidden face.   I’ve always felt like the flaky sister in my family, but Charlie sees me as the artist I want to be. As our friendship deepens, so do my feelings for him. Maybe I’m even falling in love.   But gambling with my heart feels dangerous when all my relationships end in failure–especially if he’s only looking for a friend.   Is it only princesses that get a Happily Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me?   No Match for Her is a STANDALONE friends-to-lovers, opposites-attract romance. It is part of the Berkeley Hills series.

Marriage is meant to be a dream come true, but Isolde Conklin’s marriage is the complete opposite. Sold to a cruel Alpha by her parents, she endures three agonizing years of constant assault.

During one cold night, she’s had enough of the humiliation and constant harassment. So she does something insane—she kills her own husband.

Soaked in his blood, she runs as bullets fly over her head, but she’s eventually saved by Alpha Ryder of the Redblood pack.

But Ryder didn’t save her because he cares. He saved her because he wants to avenge his mother’s death. Now trapped in a pack full of secrets, enemies, and men who would do anything to claim her, Isolde must survive or risk losing everything…..including her life.

She was his fated mate... until his first love came back.
On the eve of her wedding to Alpha Liam, Avery's world shatters when Riley returns - the adopted sister who stole her childhood, her parents' love, and now threatens to steal her future. The same Riley who left her for dead five years ago.
But history repeats itself.
As the pack chooses Riley's side again, Avery makes her decision: she won't beg for scraps of love anymore. Not from parents who replaced her. Not from a mate who hesitates. She'll walk away from Frostveil Pack and build a life where she comes first.
There's just one problem...
Now that she's leaving, everyone suddenly remembers she exists. Liam fights to claim his mate. Her parents beg for forgiveness. Even Riley plays the victim.
But a heart broken too many times doesn't heal easily.
Will Avery give them one last chance?
Or will their betrayal cost them the Luna they took for granted?

In my past life, I exposed my cousin Isolde's deadly secret just to save Darius from absolute ruin, binding myself to him in a Soul Pact instead.

My reward?

At three months pregnant, Darius chained me to a water dungeon altar, carved my stomach open alive, and smashed our unborn child to pieces right in front of my eyes—all as a twisted sacrifice to my cousin who supposedly "died for love."

When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the Pact Selection Ceremony.

Watching him pull her into his arms like some priceless treasure, I simply smiled and took a tactful step back.

In this life, I am going to sit back and watch the two of them burn in hell together.

Aria’s story begins in silence.

On the night her child is born beneath a bleeding moon, the world does the unthinkable, the moon answers a power older than mercy and takes her baby from her arms. No prophecy offers comfort. No god explains why. There is only absence, a wound carved so deeply into Aria that something inside her hardens into resolve.

She was never meant to be a vessel.

In a world ruled by ancient God's, sacred pacts, and power that demands obedience, Aria uncovers a truth far more dangerous than destiny, magic does not always need to be stolen, inherited, or bargained for. Sometimes, it listens. Sometimes, it can be refused.

Bound by fate to Kael, a warrior forged for war and sacrifice, Aria is drawn into a conflict far older than the kingdoms trembling in its shadow. Alongside Azrael, Matteo, and Ren, the men shaped by loyalty, loss, and violence, she stands at the center of a prophecy written to break her.

The Devourer, an ancient god of control and corruption, seeks to claim Aria as its final vessel and crown her queen. It promises salvation. Restoration. Even the impossible return of what she lost.

Aria refuses.

At the Hollow Crown, she denies divinity itself, shattering prophecy and forcing a god to retreat. But refusal leaves echoes. Fragments of corrupted power bleed into the world, and greater eyes turn toward her defiance.

As stars realign and lost sanctums awaken, forces older than Gods, the Architects, shapers of fate itself, begin to watch.

Aria is no ascended queen.

She is a reckoning.

And the world is no longer prepared for a woman who has already lost everything, and learned how to say no.

Fighting against fate, a wielder of magic seeks balance as he is bestowed unbridled power - and an inescapable destiny. After killing his father and attempting to evade his calling as a magician and protector of the realm, Yeolani disappears deep into the forest. But when he is granted limitless power and irreverently refuses to master it, unintended havoc - and intervening fairies - drive him toward a more purposeful path. The third book in the riveting Wise Ones series, Life Giver follows Yeolani on a journey laden with magical mishaps and encounters with capricious creatures. Despite wielding a monumental gift, he struggles to make the impossible choice between a supernatural oath and an undeniable attraction - but will he find the strength to embrace a predetermined future?

Seven months pregnant, I watched the thugs Vivian hired drag us both into the warehouse.
I didn't fight for that phone. I let Vivian—Sean's ex, the woman he never stopped loving—make the call herself.
Because in my past life, I'd begged desperately for Sean to save me from this carefully orchestrated nightmare.
And he did come. He chose me over her.
Vivian was left behind. Raped. Tortured. Murdered—by the very men she'd paid to stage this.
Afterward, Sean said he didn't blame me. He took care of me through the entire pregnancy. Never missed a single appointment.
Then on the day I went into labor, he handed me over to another pack of monsters.
Everything Vivian endured—the gang rape, the abuse, the humiliation—became mine.
Before burning me alive, he threw our dead baby at my feet, his face twisted with rage:
"You wanted to survive, didn't you? This is the price. I'm going to make you feel everything Vivian felt. Not just you—this bastard that should never have existed."
Those months of tenderness were all an act. Carefully orchestrated torture designed to make my suffering absolute.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in that warehouse—watching Vivian's hired thugs hold up the phone, forcing us to choose who gets saved

"I am sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Wilson," I said, " James will be asking me to marry him soon and I plan on saying yes to his proposal and neither you nor anyone else can sabotage our happiness,"
"You must think you have a chance at happiness with my son," Mrs. Wilson sneered, "If you came here to see James, then where is he?"
My heartbeat increased as I stood there utterly confused while trying to grasp, "He wasn't aware I would be here, I came here to pay him a surprise visit so it's understandable if he is not here," I replied quickly.
"How stupid of you to think in that shallow way of yours Ellie, my son will never take you as a wife and that is why I believe he is out to pursue someone worth his time," Mrs. Wilson replied in a quick sharp tone.
"What do you mean by that Mrs. Wilson, what is going on, and where is James?" I asked angrily.
"I'm sorry, Ellie," she uttered in a voice filled with no remorse. "But James is getting engaged... to someone else."


Ellie's dream wedding crumbles when she learns from James's mother that he's engaged- to another woman.

Heartbroken but determined, Ellie throws herself into her law career, vowing to rebuild her life. With her best friend's support, Ellie takes on a career-defining case: a lawsuit against her ex's company.
Can Ellie outwit her ex's family in court while healing her own wounds? And is there a chance for love to find her again in the midst of it all?

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.

“W-what do you want to do?”
He removed his hand from the doorknob and walked back towards me, placing his backpack down and looked back at me. “Come sit.” He said slowly.
I followed him over to the bed and sat down.
“What are we going to do?” I was so nervous but there was a slight hit of anticipation in my tone that made him looked excited. “I mean, are we just sticking with what we did last time or—?“
“Tongue.” He said bluntly.
“What?”
“I’m going to teach you how to really kiss a guy using your tongue.”


Stella Hemmings aimed to leave her wicked stepmother and evil stepsister behind because they treated her like Cinderella in the fairy tale story wherein they made her do the household chores and beat her. The only difference was that her stepmother sends her to school but on one condition. She had to hide her identity, like wearing a curly wig and round glasses. Why? Because she looked exactly like her mom and her stepmother hated her mom so much that she asked her to cover her face and make herself ugly.
And just like Cinderella, she also has a Prince Charming but sad to say, he was bullying her. Stella had a huge crush on him but he never noticed because she’s ugly. He only had eyes on the sexy and famous cheerleader Maxine. Knowing she couldn’t compete with Maxine, Stella hid her feelings for Tyler Lewis. However, the stupid cupid played his role and let them crossed their path in an unexpected way.
Stella needed a huge amount of money for the operation of her stepbrother’s heart surgery, so she asked her friend Lisa to help her. Her salary as a part time student in the coffee shop wasn’t enough to save money for Dino’s operation. So she went with Lisa to work in one of the famous nightclub in
town but soon went into trouble and the guy who bullied her in the school, saved her and saw her without the wig and the round glasses. After that incident, she tried to avoid Tyler in the school as much as she could, for he might recognize her as the girl he saved that night in the nightclub.
But how could she avoid him when her feelings for him grew from infatuation to love. And despite fighting hard to keep her feelings contained by distancing herself from Tyler, he was determined to show her that he had earned a spot in his heart.

Everyone knows Adrian loves me more than life itself. When that car crashed, he threw himself over me and took the hit. First thing he said when he woke up in the hospital: "Where is she? Is she okay?"

Everyone says I married the best man in the city.

What they don't know is this man has married me ten times. And divorced me ten times. All for the woman he's never gotten over.

The first time, I got on my knees and begged him not to leave. He just looked at me with those cold eyes and said, "Don't embarrass yourself."

The fourth time, we were fighting in the car. Then we crashed, and I lost our baby.

By the seventh time, I stopped crying. Just signed the papers, packed my things, waited for him to come back like he always did.

My tears, my compromises, all those times I bent until I nearly broke. What did I get? Him coming back like clockwork, just to do it all over again.

This time, when he slides that tenth divorce agreement across the desk, I finally get it. Some people's hearts never had room for you in the first place.

So this time, I'm throwing him out. Him and this whole Mrs. Hayes charade. Straight into the trash where they belong.

A madman attacked the concert hall. I threw myself over my son, taking every blow meant for him. My spine shattered in three places.

My husband Arthur subdued the attacker and rushed us to the hospital—the picture of a devoted, loving spouse.

It was only after hearing his conversation with the doctor that I finally saw his true colors.

My crippling injury was merely collateral damage. My son Ethan? Nothing but a living cornea donor for Mia—the cherished daughter he had with his first love.

He treated my child like spare parts, never knowing Mia isn't even his blood.

Sable Hale ran from the one man fate chose for her.

In the Black Pine Pack, there is no bond stronger than the mate bond and no greater betrayal than rejecting your Alpha. But when Sable discovers the truth about the man destined to rule beside her, she chooses freedom over a crown she never wanted.

Five years later, she has built a life far from the pack and the Alpha who once set her soul on fire.

Until the past finds her again.

Kier Blane never stopped searching for the woman who ran from him. As Alpha of Black Pine, he has power, loyalty, and an entire pack at his command but none of it matters without the mate who shattered his heart.

When Sable is dragged back into pack territory to face trial for abandoning her people, the fragile peace between them explodes. Old wounds reopen. Dangerous secrets surface. And the bond they tried to destroy refuses to stay buried.

But someone in the pack has their own plans for the throne and for Kier.

With betrayal lurking in the shadows and the council threatening to tear them apart, Sable must decide what matters more: the freedom she fought for… or the Alpha she never truly stopped loving.

Because running from fate is one thing.

Surviving it is another.

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.

"What...are ...you doing Mr. Professor?" She asked stuttering.

"I know what I'm doing Ms. Khanna," He smirked to her. He took hold of her hands and placed them above her head.

"Leave me," She said and struggled from his tight grip but alas no use. He stood there like a rock.

"I won't leave you. What will you do Miss?" He queried.

"I will complain to principal," She emphasised. With that he came close to her and crashed his lips with her.

She was shocked for a moment. She stood like a statue in that place and shivered from his touch which affected her so much.

"What will you do Ms. Khanna?" He prompted and went from there with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I hate you professor," She screamed making his smirk grew wider.


Naina Kapoor. A beautiful, cute, intelligent, ambitious and lovely person. She loves her
parents and her sister Meera. She wants to become successful in her career but one decision of her parents changes her life completely. Arranged marriage, selected by her parents and he is her sister's brother-in-law. Let's see what happens to her life.

Shourya Khanna. A handsome, intelligent, caring and arrogant person. He loves his family so much. He is the CEO of Khanna Industries. He has a brother who loves him so much and his sister-in-law who treats him like her own brother. She wants him to get married to her sister. She thinks he is perfect for her.

Will Shourya support her dreams or not?

"That man will be the end of you Charlotte!

Her whole life used to revolve around her family, but she was abused, treated like a slave, given away like some sacrificial lamb.

Until she met him, Damien Davenport, a ruthless man who never showed his face in society.

And now...her life will remain the same!

Content Warning.
This book is R18+
Pure sex scenes, no fade to black.
It contains contents or themes that some might find disturbing or distressing.

Betrayed in the most public, heartbreaking way, Raisel Warden never expected her estranged best friend—and now billionaire tycoon—Soren Dalton to swoop in as her rescuer. With cameras flashing and her world in tatters, Soren’s daring proposal to reprise their old “fake-dating” act offers more than just protection—it promises a chance at redemption…and maybe even real love. Can Raisel trust the one man who knows her deepest secrets, or will the ghosts of the past destroy her all over again?

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

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

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

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

Trapped in a town she never chose, surrounded by people she had no choice but to be with, Layla learned early how to survive.
For years, she watched and manipulated to make things the way they should have been before her grandparents got greedy.
Now, at last, she eventually reached the point where none of it was on her anymore, and she got to start her life and try to find love.
The past is no longer hers to carry.

This is the story of a girl broken by others’ choices—until she takes control, turns the tables, and sets out to claim a life, and even a love, that’s finally her own.

Arianna finally stopped holding back when she felt Pierce’s tongue replace his finger. She screamed her release. It was so good that she was slapping the bar top with one hand, wanting to cry uncle and for him to keep going at the same time. She ground against Pierce’s face, trying to ride out the rest of her orgasm. She silently fell back on the counter and released him. She was speechless. Not only from the soreness she felt in her throat from the yelling but also from the mind-blowing orgasm that she just had.

Pierce stood up, wrapped a hand around Arianna’s neck, and pulled her up. His tongue found hers, and the next thing they knew, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was jogging upstairs for round two.


Welcome to Elite San Antonio, the most premier country club in the world, which caters to the wealthiest clients and their every whim. Arianna Carter (18) completed high school and is now working as a receptionist at the exclusive country club due to her parents’ unfortunate gambling issues. They gambled away her college tuition, forcing her to take a gap year or two to save for college. Arianna is fed up with all the married men hitting on her and propositioning her for an entanglement. She even heard there was a running bet to see who could get her in bed first! Arianna considered swearing off men until she gives a tour to handsome and recently divorced Pierce White. The 32-year age gap should’ve turned her off. Still, Arianna figured with age came experience, and Pierce White might be worthy enough to give her virginity to. Arianna isn't the only one feeling the instant attraction. Once Pierce lays eyes on the young receptionist behind the front desk, his first thought is to bend her over it and have his way with her.

Sparks instantly fly between the two, resulting in a steamy, scandalous age-gap romance that rocks the country club. Will Arianna and Pierce make it in the long run, or will his hang-ups about their age gap, future, and his conniving ex-wife end their relationship?

The wife in the cryogenic chamber had only three minutes left.

I had an iron hook pierce my collarbone, and my knees shattered while kneeling at a lavish banquet. Wine glasses smashed at my feet, flashbulbs were pointed at my face, and everyone was laughing—the former war god of the North, now less than a dog.

Victor stomped on the remote control and smashed it.

When the red light of the three-minute countdown popped up, I raised my head. The sealing nails on my shoulders were blasted away by the qi, and what surged from the dark golden depths of my eyes made the entire building tremble.

He crushed over a hundred mercenaries with a single punch.

He tore open the alloy gate with his bare hands.

One hundred thousand black-armored demons knelt down from the darkness, and their commander cut off his own arm to plead guilty.

I pressed the full-frequency communication button, draped in a blood-patterned cloak: "Seven days. Make the three great empires hand over the restorative herbs. If even one herb is missing—wipe out the entire nation."

He knelt before his wife, he fought his way through the world for her. The moment she awoke was the beginning of this world paying its debt.

He brought his first love home. My son said, "I want her to be my mommy."
That was the moment I realized—I had been nothing but a fool for five years.
I gave up my dream of becoming an architect. I became a full-time wife and mother. I loved him with everything I had. But he never looked at me. Not once.
When his first love returned, he brought her into our home. My son adored her. My husband defended her. And I became the outsider in my own family.
So I signed the divorce papers. I took back my dreams. I said yes to a new job offer.
Now he's chasing after me, begging me to stay. But it's too late.
I'm done being invisible. This time, I'm choosing me.

"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.

Derek Fraser is a successful businessman at the head of a billion-dollar tech empire who works hard and plays even harder. Rachel Lane is a part-time dance instructor and YouTube content creator. They meet in a club where he is hanging out alone after a busy day at work, while she is there with her friends to celebrate her birthday. They run into each other at the bar, sparks fly and they leave the club together and end up having a one-night stand at his place.

Two months later, she shows up at his office, pregnant. Derek is shocked and denies being responsible for Rachel's pregnancy. Disappointed and heartbroken, she leaves his office, determined to raise her baby on her own. One year later, he comes across her YouTube channel and sees that the baby he had rejected is now an adorable toddler and he yearns to have the child in his life.

Derek tracks down his baby mama, trying to mend bridges with her, but she would have none of it. Now, he has to find a way to woo her and convince her that he is a changed man and he is ready to build a family with her. On the other hand, Rachel cannot help but feel that he is only trying to buy her affection, even though she is beginning to get attracted to him and he is turning out to be a great dad to their child. Should she give him a second chance or would that turn out to be a mistake that she might regret forever?

My pack's golden girl—my adopted sister—vanished. On my eighteenth birthday—the day my wolf should have awakened—my parents dragged me to a witch.
"Show us what you did to her."
Fine. Let them look.
Let them see who drugged me the day I came home. Who stole credit while I bled. Who smiled while planning my destruction.
They chose their precious Rosalie over me for three years.
They wanted the truth?
They were about to choke on it.

A forbidden night with the Brother's best friend resulted in the ruthless Don having a secret child.
I wanted to leave the mafia world and start a new life, so I left to start a new life. A funeral forced me to return home, where I found myself in the arms of my arch-nemesis, Roman De Luca. He is as ruthless as he is handsome, and after his father's death, he became a mafia boss.
One night, a fire broke out between us, and I remembered why he was my childhood crush. Ignoring our mutual hatred, his new status as a mafia boss, and most importantly, the fact that he is my brother's best friend, we crossed a line that he demanded we never cross again.
But that's how life works...I'm pregnant.

When I died alone in the hospital in my past life, Nathaniel was in Paris getting engaged to Sophia.

Reborn on the day of Mom's funeral, I watched him announce his first love's return at the gala. Watched him smile at her the way he never smiled at me in three years.

So I threw wine in his face.

"The transaction is over, Nathaniel."

In front of all Boston high society, I dropped his million-dollar ring into the champagne tower.

Then I drove 12 hours to Port Haven. A shabby seaside cottage, teaching piano, falling for Liam, the gentle town doctor. I thought I was finally free.

Until three months later, Nathaniel showed up with lawyers.

"Clause 17, Emma. Early divorce means you owe $8 million."

I collapsed in the snow, hands shaking—this hidden trap is why I never ran in my past life.

But this time, will I let him win again?

I thought I was the luckiest person in the apocalypse.
My brother, a former special forces soldier, brought me supplies so I wouldn't have to face the horrors above ground.
My girlfriend comforted me over the radio, saying she'd cry in my arms once we could finally get out.
I lived underground for three years, grateful like a domesticated dog.
Until that day, when I pushed open the door, smelled fresh grass, and saw the swimming pool in the sunlight—that's when I understood that the so-called apocalypse was never outside, but behind the door they had locked me in.

My heat hit me in the middle of my own engagement party to a man who kills Omegas.
The air in the ballroom was suffocating, filled with the scent of expensive wine and predatory Alphas. I felt the familiar, terrifying burn start low in my stomach. My suppressants were failing. I am an Omega pretending to be a Beta, and my fiancé, Reign Montgomery, is a powerful Enigma who believes Omegas are nothing but weak whores.
I rushed to the restroom, locking myself in, praying the scent wouldn't leak. My hands shook as I dialed for help, but the door handle turned. Reign stood there. He didn't look at my face; he grabbed my wrist, pulling it to his nose, inhaling deeply. His dark, soulless eyes bore into mine. "You smell different," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. If he finds out what I really am, I’m dead.


Reign Montgomery promised himself he’d never get involved with an omega. Not romantically, not physically, not even by accident. He doesn’t trust them, doesn’t want them, and refuses to let anyone become a weakness.
Soren Fox has lived his whole life making sure no one ever learns what he truly is. An omega pretending to be a Beta, fighting in underground rings just to survive and keep his sister alive.
But one contract drags them into a dangerous partnership of lies, heat, and power, and when Soren is kidnapped, Reign realizes too late that the omega he never wanted has become the one person he can’t live without.

Silver poisoning struck, and my mother's life hung by a thread.
I knelt and begged my partner Selene to use the 100,000 gold coins from our war spoils to purchase Moonlight Holy Water, but she coldly refused with a sneer: "An ordinary silver poison patient isn't worth wasting resources on." She then turned and spent 80,000 coins on a necklace for her male lover.
My mother died in my arms as I ground my teeth and swallowed my tears of blood.
But when the patrol came to collect the body, she finally discovered—the one sent to be buried deep in the mass grave wasn't my mother at all, but her own biological mother.
She had personally buried her own mom!

⚠️ 18+ ONLY | Explicit sexual content & dark romance

Virgin Donor: Fifty Million Dollars.

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

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

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

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

“Strip.”

I thought I had misheard—until he repeated it.

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

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

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

I believed I had sold myself to be fed upon.

I was wrong.

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

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

"You're beautiful, Amelia," he said with cool assessment, "but there's something in your bearing. You're definitely not as simple as you pretend to be."
I tilted my head with feigned innocence. "What exactly are you implying?"
"I witnessed your performance during this morning's exhibition game," Jason said. "With abilities like that, I could arrange much better opportunities for your development."
Recruit me? How laughable. If he knew my true identity, he wouldn't be saying such things.

On the surface, Amelia is a college student who has just returned to America, but in reality, she is the world's youngest and most deadly assassin. When a mysterious agent infiltrates her base and steals a top-secret file, she must personally retrieve it.
This pursuit forces her to return to the family she abandoned years ago. Here, she must not only face her hypocritical parents and the fake sister who has always been her enemy, but also recover the stolen files without exposing her true identity.
However, Jason, the agent who stole the files, possesses a pair of unforgettable green eyes—eyes that belong to her childhood savior, someone who should have died long ago. When Jason proposes a deal to her, Amelia realizes this might be her only chance to get close to the truth.

Can Amelia complete her mission before Jason uncovers her true identity? And what connection does Jason have to her savior?

Our clan worships the Spider Goddess.
To keep this face, every girl in our bloodline must sacrifice a truly evil man every ten years.
Just two weeks before my twentieth birthday, my mom asked me again over the phone:
"Sweetie, is it really that hard to find a sufficiently bad guy in a place like Ashfield?"
Right now, I’m looking at my boyfriend, who just handcuffed me to a bed. He’s laughing, negotiating a price with a buyer, thinking I’m tonight’s merchandise.
I think to myself—
Mom, I can answer your question now. This guy’s wickedness easily rivals your husband's—my father.

Warning!!! Rated. 18+
{She was my tool for revenge, but I ended up falling for her}
"I'M sorry, but I beg of you don't sell me out like the others please, remember I'm your family right?" she cried.
"How many times am I gonna tell you that you are not in any way related to me Gianna? I found you in the orphanage and took pity on you, the fact that I nursed you up till this moment does not make you my family. I only took good care of you because I know one day you gonna bring me so much money and that day is today so go get ready. You have already been bought my dear Gianna", she nulled with a wicked grin on her face.
Seventeen and still bubbling, already blessed with all womanly features endowed in the right places, Gianna was adopted by an Aunt Christa, when she clocked two.
Aunt Christa was a restaurant owner, more like a delivery slut restaurant, and in there, Gianna served her diligently and faithfully.
Then, the time came when she needed to fulfill that which had been on her mind for like fifteen years, and what was that? To sell her off, to make up money to cover up expenses spent,... and to make more money.
Guess who bought her?? Greg Starr, a 24 year old young entrepreneur, and a Mafia King under cover, very ruthless and heartless.
She was bought to be his tool for revenge, purchased to get back at Clemson, the brother she never knew she had, and his enemy from the past.
And then what happens his female folks?Cassandra Mayor and Beverly Kingstown? Are they all going to just fold their arms and watch this little fragile beauty take their man away?
The worst of it all, she got pregnant for him; got pregnant for a beast in human form.
Was he happy when he got to hear the news? Did he agree to keep the baby? What about her? Was she happy to keep the baby of a ruthless Mafia King?

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 ...

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.

"Get out of here with your dying bastard!"
My son suddenly fell critically ill, and the only matching organ was locked in my wife's family's cold storage. I stormed into the company with my critically ill child, only to be met with a severe suspension notice.
Everyone thought I was some lowly social outcast, someone they could crush at any moment.
Until I pulled out that dusty badge, my father-in-law, who controlled a New York business empire, was so terrified that he cleared the room on the spot, his legs going weak.
"Arrange surgery for my son immediately." I looked at him coldly. "If he misses the optimal transplant window, I guarantee your entire family, and this city, will be executed for him."

A supportive brother gets to live a new life as one of the main characters in a Boy Love Game as “Gilbert Bedivere,” the son of a duke, who was his family’s pride.

His goal for this life is that he will have a slow living lifestyle, staying far away from problems.

But who would have known that getting too close to the main characters, who are his friends and his younger brother, would lead him away from the goal he has set!

Who are those main characters surrounding him…?

Hareve Lancelot… a white-haired boy with rainbow eyes who makes all the girls go crazy, as expected of the owner of the famous SM route and the user of the light magic. Even though he looks cold on the outside, who would have known he is super hot-tempered!

Nigel Gawain… an adorable-looking boy with silver eyes, the owner of the 3P route, but who would have known that he is just a fluffy boy!

Cass Bedivere… the protagonist of the game, with his golden eyes and hair, appears in the immoral love route. Even though he was born with dark magic, who would have known that he also has interesting relationships with other characters.

Not to mention many other characters that Gilbert has never met,

He now feels the problems lining up for him!

My wife was a fearsome Mafia queen in Chicago.
On the anniversary of our daughter's death, she didn't show up.
When I arrived, the male college student she was keeping was trampling on my daughter's black-and-white portrait.
Instead of scolding him, my wife shielded him in her arms: "Marco was just a child, why are you arguing with him?"
She thought I would be like a dog, forever subservient to her for wealth and power, enduring her betrayal.
Until I discovered the true cause of my daughter's tragic death—
I simply pulled out a gun and pressed the muzzle against her forehead.

"Say you're mine," Ryan demanded, his voice rough and raw, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it, Lily."
"Bastard," I gasped, but my pussy was clenching around him, pulling him deeper. "You're such a bastard."
"Say it." He reached between us, finding my clit, circling it with his thumb in that way he knew drove me crazy.
"Say you're mine and I'll make you come."


From college sweethearts to getting married at the end of sophomore year, Lily thought she was the happiest bride in the world. She was so in love with Ryan that she missed the worried looks from her friends and parents. She ignored the fact that their marriage was a secret, the smell of other women’s perfume on Ryan, and how he always left when his phone rang. For two years, Lily held the marriage together by herself. She even spent her whole senior year secretly helping Ryan’s company with her technical skills, using a false name.

She gave everything—her love and her talent—but only got disappointment in return. Ryan said he missed her graduation because of traffic, but Lily saw him on the news with another woman at the hospital. Lily wanted to leave, but Ryan’s apologies and their physical closeness kept pulling her back. As her love faded, the baby growing inside her became the one thing holding her to him.

Will Lily find the courage to leave and start over, or will she stay trapped in her golden cage?

I kicked the door open they both jump out of their skin I grab the bitch by the hair and put her up against the wall. I then growl out “mine.”

“What the fuck are you doing, get the fuck out of my room.”

The rage that is overcoming my body feels amazing as the little she wolf tries to defend herself. My father trained my brother and as kids to defend ourselves. She has know chance of defeating me when she realizes it she runs over to him.

“Ivan are you just going to let her do that to me.”

“What your just his little whore you could never give him the pleasure that I could give him.”

“That is enough get the fuck out of my room.”

“Fine you want to play that game two can play this game let's play.”

I walk out of his room, I see Sam, I grab a hold of him and drag him behind me. We go into to my room.

“What is going on are you okay.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No!”

My lips connect to his as my body I am burning up with lust, his touch feeling more amazing than I could ever imagine.

“Wait are you doing?”

“I'm making the Alpha jealous he is fucking some bitch, so I'm going to fuck you is that OK with you.”

“So you're using me?”

Blurb:
Grace never expected her accidental text message to come with a quietly intense CEO, Luke - brilliant and gentle - to become the one person who made her feel seen.
What begins as awkward glances and late-night conversations grows into a slow-burn connection neither of them can ignore. But when work pulls Matt abroad and an ex reappears, Grace is forced to confront the fear she's spent years avoiding: that she isn't enough.
Luke knows exactly what he wants - her. And he'll cross countries, airports, and emotional minefields to prove it.
A story of quiet love, found family, soft mornings, messy feelings, and choosing each other every day, The Life We Built is a romance about building a life that feels like home.