14 Book(s) Related to unbroken unbent unbowed

In the empire of the elite, the Reckoning is a bloodsport. For the rich, it’s glory. For the poor, it’s a death sentence. Kaela didn’t come from the slums to win. She came for blood. Her brother died in this spectacle, and she will stop at nothing to expose the rotting heart of the empire. To survive, she must play a deadly game of alliances. But her biggest threat isn't the monsters in the arena, it’s Dagon Vale. The academy’s golden boy, the system’s favorite son, and the man who holds a haunting secret about her brother’s death.

🔥 For fans of explosive tension, morally gray men, and heroines who refuse to be tamed.
If you see trigger warnings as an invitation, consider yourself invited.

Two men. One woman. An impossible love that defies the rules.
Nat Carter thought she had seen the worst of the world. As an FBI agent with a past tangled in crime and survival, she was used to walking the thin line between right and wrong. But nothing prepared her for Fitzpatrick, the relentless federal agent who stole her heart, or Roman Wolfe, the dangerous man who owned her soul.
When a deadly mission throws them together, secrets unravel, love ignites, and the lines between enemy and lover blur. Torn between two men—one who represents the safety she craves, and the other who embodies the fire she can’t resist—Nat must make a choice.
But when the sins of her past come for her, when betrayal and vengeance threaten everything she loves, the choice is no longer just about love—it’s about survival.
With high-stakes action, forbidden passion, and a love triangle unlike any other, Unspoken Surveillance will leave you breathless, heartbroken, and begging for more.
Will Nat risk it all for the love that burns brightest, or will she walk away before it destroys them all?
This is not just a love story. This is war.

"Nancy has returned. I'll have my secretary prepare the divorce settlement."

Andrew Lopez, the superstar and my secret contract husband of three years, buttoned his shirt coldly. For three years, I was his perfect, obedient wife in the shadows. I fulfilled his every need and never caused a single scandal. But the moment his first love returned, I became entirely disposable.

"Very well, I will sign it," I smiled, understanding my place.

I packed my bags and prepared to step aside. But the script didn't go as he planned. When his "innocent" first love tried to bully and humiliate me, I refused to be a pushover, tearing off her fake mask. And when my handsome former classmate showed up to protect me, Andrew completely lost his mind.

He pinned me against the wall, his eyes burning with intense jealousy. "You're still my wife! Stay away from him."

I let out a cold laugh. "We're getting divorced, remember? You chose your true love. Now, watch me shine and live my best life without you."

"You want my forgiveness?" he asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous timbre.

Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.

"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.

My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.

My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...

Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.

Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...

"Shying away from your wifely duties, little wife?" He questioned in a husky voice, lowering his face to hers.

Ariel quickly turned her head away, "No, Mr. Chaz, you're misunderstanding me again," She voiced quietly.

Aiden scoffed, not believing her. He looked down at his chest and found her slim hand still placed against it.

"You're quite corny, Ariel. Saying you don't want me, yet you're hands are all over me," Aiden whispered in her ear.


After overhearing her father and stepmother planning how they were going to marry her off in place of her Stepsister to the unsuccessful son of their debtor. That night, Ariel plans her run away, but that same night, Ariel mysteriously gets kidnapped.

Waking up to discover she'd been kidnapped by the same people she was trying to run away from made her life seem like it had hit rock bottom.

Now, she was going to be forced into a marriage with a man she didn't know and didn't love. But, would everything remain the same for her when she discovers that her new husband was the richest Billionaire in the country?

Chaz Aiden was a successful billionaire with billions of businesses all over the world and zero interest in women, especially after his mother had divorced his father for a richer man. When his grandmother asked him to do him a favor by marrying the Hudson family's daughter, he knew it was for the sake of greed.

He swore to make his new wife's life a living hell, making sure he reminded her that she would always be an object he purchased, contracted and never to be loved.

In every fairytale story, fate always brings the prince charming and his pretty damsel together, ending with true love.

But mine was the exact opposite.

It was a dark and disgusting tale that would make the world turn its backs on me, even more so than already. It was a tale that couldn’t be retold to any innocent little girl.

For, in my own story, I had drugged my prince charming with a love potion and I had no idea when or how soon it would it would wear off.

Keagan had never been interested in me. Hell, I had no doubt he didn’t know that I existed. After all, who would be interested in a lowly omega maid like me, the weakest in rank? Definitely not my Alpha.

Our love was fake, as plastic as it got and only I knew it. Living with the guilt of my actions wasn’t enough, right? When it all blew up in my face, My Alpha had to bring in a new woman who he claimed to be in love with. And I had to accept it.

But a life as an Unloved Luna definitely beats one as a washed-up, raped, and abused Omega…right?

I was born scentless, bondless, and worthless in a world ruled by fate and fated mates.
They labeled me broken. Unmarkable. Disposable.
For years, I bled to keep the wolf king’s heir sane—my blood quieted his curse, his lies fed my hope. I thought I was his everything.
Until his real fated mate appeared.
He cast me aside like trash, threw me to the war-torn streets, and let me die for his crown.
I should’ve perished in the cold North.
Instead, I rose.
I’m not broken. I’m the power fate forgot. My silence unmakes kings, my will breaks alphas. I built my own empire for the outcast and abandoned—where no one kneels, no one is used.
Now the fallen king begs for my blood again.
But I’m no longer his weapon.
No longer his sacrifice.
This time, I hold the crown.
This time, I choose who falls.

This is my boss....
Who the hell is this? Why is she so dirty, my gosh when was the last time you showered? I can't stand this, take her away, I can't marry her. He shoved her away, she smells worse than a skunk
Excuse you, yes, you are excused
She scoffed, I can't believe this is what am dealing with, a self-centered over pompous selfish brat
Who are you calling a brat, do you know who I am and what I can do to you
I know who you are, you are one of those arrogant prick who thinks the world revolve around them
Oh my gosh, this is so entertaining, where have you been all my life, Tobias burst out laughing breaking us from our piercing gaze we were giving each other. I think I rendered him speechless...

For years, Moses has loved Timothy in silence, masking his longing behind the role of the loyal best friend. As Timothy chases fleeting romances, Moses buries his feelings, offering support while his heart breaks. Graduation nears, and with it, an arranged marriage looms under his family’s pressure. But when Timothy finally sees the truth of Moses’s devotion, a confession ignites the night before the wedding. Caught between duty and desire, Moses must decide: honor his family or seize the love he’s always craved. A raw, heartfelt journey of friendship, sacrifice, and the courage to rewrite fate.

"And what game are you to play?"

The masked Cannibal stepped forward. We were ten girls - all stark naked, different shapes and different skin colours. He walked before us, stopping to watch each of our faces and the sizes of our breasts.

Finally, he selected a girl with breasts the size of watermelons.

She squirmed under his grip.

"Go down on your knees!" He yelled at her.

Her eyes bulged, and she was hit across the face.

"If you're slow, you'll die faster like ants!" The man yelled.

The redhaired girl beside me was already sobbing softly. I glanced around. Most of us brought in here must have been forced here against our will, sold maybe by a loved one or worst kidnapped while being lost.

Some were humans like me, and others - werewolves, a threat to the Cannibals. And if you were identified as one, a brace heavy and thick was shackled and wounded around your neck.

I was only human. Luckily, I still had my pendant necklace around my neck given to me by my uncle.

"On your knees!" He forced her to her knees.

She did so quickly, her air intake was in shaky breaths.

The masked man peeled up his skirt and yanked out his monstrous dick.

It was long, stiff and dark. It was probably unwashed for days, and around it was hairs like grass.

I winced my face. No way was I taking that in my mouth.

Luckily, I wasn't the girl kneeling in front of the Cannibal.

"Now suck," he told her.

She took his cock and buried it inside of her mouth.

Was this the game we were playing, sucking dicks?



This story contains different erotic stories. It cuts across domineering male leads, submissive and defiant characters.

Three years ago, my sister fled her wedding to a man in a coma. I took her place. I nursed him, cared for him, and loved him back to health. But when she returned, he gave her everything—his time, his fortune, his heart. To me? Just a cold shoulder and accusations of being insane. They thought I would just disappear quietly. They were wrong.

“I, Summer Evergreen, daughter to alpha Jason Evergreen and luna June Evergreenof the silver moon pack, hereby accept the rej…….."

There was a growl and a hand over her mouth so fast that she squeaked. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. He looked in her eyes, pleding with her.

"Please, Summer, don't. We are begging you”


Alpha Kane broke Summer's heart years ago when he rejected her as his mate and his wolf hurt her physically. Now five years later, she's back to take his rejection. What is going to happen when Kane meets Summer again?

When the Whites went bankrupt, Katherine was "sold" by her ex to tycoon Alexander for $1M. He trapped her, took her nightly but ignored her, clung to his childhood sweetheart, and spied on her — until a study diary revealed his 12-year unspoken love behind the cold control.

Holly Leefe has seen it all. Being a medium keeps life interesting. Not that it needed any help. She already had a psychic for a husband and a clairsentient teenage daughter. Data analyst by day, ghost hunter by night. Unless it was football season. She did live in Texas after all.
This fall Holly and her husband Jesse are trying to help a widower and his fiancé discover why suddenly stilettos are being thrown through their TV. Plus a few other nuisance cases. As if helping the dead and raising a teenager wasn’t enough, the ghost of her grandmother won’t rest until the family home is returned to its 1980’s glory.

I’ve seen the living; I’ve seen the dead. I’ve seen angels and I’ve seen demons. No matter how many malevolent or benevolent beings I interacted with, none could terrify me as much as the spirit that walked through the door into the kitchen where I was cooking dinner. Mentally bracing myself, I stirred in chili powder to the ground beef on the stove before I acknowledged the woman that was now looking over my shoulder.
“That’s too much seasoning. It’s going to be too spicy.” I turned to face the food police. “You need to call your mother.” It was an order, not a request. I raised an eyebrow, inviting her to explain. “She won’t listen to reason.”
“Are you two still feuding?” She had been fighting with my mother for the last two and a half years. I’d inherited the “gift” from my mother who had gotten it from my grandmother and so on and so forth. They didn’t need me to pass messages back and forth. She seemed to have forgotten that I had refused to get involved.