28 Book(s) Related to Sane's Insane

"Uh...uh..."

Nicole heard someone moaning. It took her a while to realize that it was her own voice.

She was lying on a big bed, clutching the soft silk sheets with her hands. Her waist collapsed into a sexy damp, and her round hips were tilting up high. Meanwhile, she was being vigorously inserted by a man"s scorching penis!

Wait a minute--

Wasn"t she in the bathroom of the cocktail party...just now?

It was the villa where Lavinia and Chris first met! That day, Lavinia was pressed against the balcony and being fucked hard! And the second meeting between them, she was set up and made a contract with Chris— The price was becoming his woman! She though that she was just a plaything for Chris... Yet she didn't know that Chris had fallen for her at her age of 19!

Rain
It was always just me and my mom—until Derek Russo came into our lives. The first time I met his son, Sade, I knew something about him was wrong. He watched me too closely, too intensely, like he could see straight through me. And once our parents married, there was no escaping him.
At first, I blamed the tension on the adjustment—his cruel sister, the elite private school, the feeling that I didn’t belong. But as the years passed, I realized the real problem was Sade. He was always there. Always watching.
The older we got, the worse his fixation became. Beneath his perfect mask was something cold, obsessive, and deeply unsettling. I hoped college would finally put distance between us.
Instead, it only made him worse.
Now Sade has crossed every line, trapping me beneath his control while whispering terrifying promises in the dark.
You’re mine, Rain. You’ll always be mine.
And the most horrifying part? He has no intention of ever letting me go.

Sade
I’ve always known I was different. I learned early how to mimic normal people well enough to blend in, to hide the darkness underneath.
Then I met Rain Baxter.
From the moment I saw her, she became my obsession. When our parents married, fate handed her to me permanently. So I watched her. Protected her. Removed every threat that came too close.
No one ever realized how dangerous I truly was.
Leaving for college nearly destroyed me, but distance only forced me to become smarter. More careful. Rain never understood how completely I’d built my life around her—how deeply trapped she already was.
Now she’s eighteen.
Now she’s finally mine to keep.
Because obsession like mine doesn’t fade.
It consumes.

Caleb Kessler has everything. Hockey stardom. NHL scouts. A future his father's money bought.

Except a reputation.

When a leaked video makes him look like a bully, his agent demands a wholesome girlfriend—fast. His draft depends on it. His father's funding depends on it.

Mia Lin has nothing left to lose.

Three jobs. A mom fighting cancer. A beat-up Honda that might not survive the winter. When Caleb offers thirty thousand dollars for six months of fake dating, she wants to say no. She hates him. She's hated him since freshman year, when he laughed at her for being too poor to afford team dinner.

But her mom needs that money.

So she signs the contract.

No touching. No feelings. No "accidentally" holding hands.

Simple, right?

Except Caleb Kessler isn't the arrogant jerk she remembers. Behind the cocky smile is a boy terrified of his father. A boy who defends teammates no one else protects. A boy who watches her when he thinks she's not looking.

And Mia? She's not the cold, untouchable manager he imagined. She's tired. She's fierce. She's the first person who's ever told him no.

The cameras love them. The internet ships them. The contract says six months.

But somewhere between fake dates and forced smiles, late night drives and almost kisses, the lines blur.

Because pretending to love someone is easy.

Pretending you don't actually love them back?

That's the hardest game either of them has ever played.

"He won the game, but the price is death..."

When my father defeated a poker legend he was never supposed to beat, it meant only one thing—payback. And in this world, payback is death. But I have something that might distract the man who holds my father’s life in his hands.

"How will you save him? Will you die in his place?" he asked with a smirk.
"No one is dying!" I shouted. "I’ll give you my virginity. Are you interested?"
"Only on one condition," he said. "Marry me."

Who said marrying a dangerous man is a nightmare? Because all I remember is falling for him—completely, deeply, and with every inch of my soul.

"Let’s divorce."

After three years of marriage, my husband’s true love has returned. He ended our three-year marriage with his own lips. Just like that, I was ruthlessly abandoned, and everyone is laughing at my misery.

I hid the news of my pregnancy and vanished from his world completely. I thought my sacrifice would give him the happiness he wanted. I never expected that when we met again, my ex-husband would confront me with bloodshot eyes.

"Whose child is this?"

——

As for the story after I left, I heard a different version. From the moment I disappeared, my ex-husband went insane searching for me all over the world...

I'm the forgotten eldest son of the Cross family.
My parents see me as a walking blood bag for my brother Colin, while my wife views me as a sinner destined to spend my life atoning for my mistakes.
When Audrey pressured me to donate a kidney, I agreed.
Not only did I agree, but I also liquidated all my assets and transferred them to my lab.
They thought I was foolish, that I was still begging for their love.
In reality, I was just tying up loose ends.
The night before the surgery, I coughed up a pool of blood.
Audrey laughed coldly over the phone: "Stop the act, Evan. You just want to dodge responsibility. You'll go to any lengths for attention."
The surgery was a "success."
Colin got the kidney he'd always dreamed of.
And I died in the recovery room.
My soul floated in the air as I watched Audrey push open the hospital door, wearing a smile that dripped with pity, ready to put on a show of "redemption."
"Evan, I know you've been wronged. Let's start over..."
The only response to her was the white sheet covering my lifeless body.

The day my all-powerful wife personally handed me over to the mob's basement, she was shielding my identical twin brother, furiously accusing me of destroying his ability to carry on the family line.
To compensate for my brother's "trauma," my parents stood by and did nothing. Using her influence, my wife pressured me to take his place at a black-market clinic, testing a lethal drug.
They thought I was just going to suffer some physical hardship, that after enduring these two weeks, everything would be happily resolved.
But they didn't know I had already been poisoned by my brother. I was dying.
I died in agony on the cold operating table. As my body was being gnawed and rotted by rats, they were happily vacationing by the sea.
Only when the lies were exposed did my wife kick down the hidden door. Holding my maggot-infested, decaying flesh, she wept until she vomited blood, then went mad and swallowed a bullet. My parents watched their family shattered and wept on their knees.

When the pain started, my mother-in-law called me a monster, then drove off like a madwoman. My doctor slit his own throat in front of me. My husband locked me away "for my safety."
I thought they didn't want my baby. That they were horrified by the child I carried.
But I was wrong.
The thing growing inside me was never my child at all.

The night I asked for a divorce, my husband, who claimed to love someone else, lost control.

His slender fingers gripped my slender waist, his breath hot and ragged as he buried his face in my neck and murmured, "Can we not divorce? Who is that man in the painting?"

I tried to push him away, but his fingers slipped into my underwear, teasing me.

"Can he make you feel this good?"

--

Sloane once believed that three years together could warm Jared's cold heart.

But when his ex-girlfriend returned, she, the "legal wife," instantly became an eyesore in the way.

He thought her vicious and forced her to apologize to her scheming ex, never knowing she carried his child.

"After I sign the divorce papers, I'll disappear completely." She turned and left without looking back.

After the divorce, Jared looked at his successful and beautiful ex wife and was filled with regret.

"Let's remarry." He knelt before Sloane with a diamond ring.

But Sloane turned and embraced her childhood savior instead.

This time, can Jared win back Sloane's heart?

In order to prolong the life of my supposedly sick "white moonlight" (my love interest), my wife forced me onto the operating table and removed my kidney while I was still alive.

To force me to leave with nothing, she even cut off my mother's medication, coldly declaring, "Your mother is just a liability that deserves to be optimized."

She thought I would wag my tail and beg for mercy like a stray dog.

Little did she know, suffering from single kidney failure, I transformed myself into the deadliest viral code before my death, dragging her business empire and that male mistress into an inescapable hell.

On the day the truth came to light, the once-powerful tech queen went completely mad. She squandered her fortune, kneeling in the frost of the morgue, kowtowing and weeping blood, begging me to look at her one last time. But she couldn't find a single hair of mine.

Because I had already made a will, ordering my remains to be cremated as high-risk medical waste.

She treated me like dirt when she was alive, and after she died, I found her disgusting and didn't even bother to leave her a handful of ashes.

The first thing he said to me was, "Do you know how to suck cock?"

I was his new nurse. He was a mafia heir doing time.

They told me to run. I stayed. Because I had nothing left to lose.

Now I live in his cell. Sleep in his bed. Patch up his wounds while he whispers exactly what he wants to do to me.

He says I belong to him. His property. His toy.

But when five inmates corner me in the laundry room, he kills them all. Breaks their bones with his bare hands. Then stumbles back to me bleeding and whispers, "Are you hurt?"

That’s when I stopped being afraid.

That’s when I knew I was already his.

Problem is — there's another man on this island. A cop who wants me to betray him.

If I say yes, I save myself.
If I say no, I might finally get the love I never had.

But here? Love gets you killed.

My mom ran an exclusive underground fertility clinic. Her dark red serum smelled like rotting blood, yet the rich still lined up with massive checks for her "perfect designer embryos."
I’d watch her lock desperate young surrogates into a soundproof room. A few minutes later, the whole floor would shake.
Strangely, when the girls stumbled back out—looking entirely drained and aged by years—they would weep and kiss my mom’s hands in gratitude.
It never made sense to me.
Until the day I saw a pitch-black mass frantically clawing just beneath a surrogate's flat stomach.
I finally knew what kind of "embryos" my mom was actually planting inside them.

To save my cousin from a car accident, my mother, a medical luminary, used me as a "human guinea pig" for twelve years.
When I was twelve, she made me inject myself with three injections of unproven new drugs every week;
when I was fourteen, she directly shoved toxic compounds into my mouth.
When my organs were irreversibly failing and I was vomiting blood in the ICU, she coldly tossed me a payment order:
"Stop pretending to be dead. Immediately kowtow and apologize to your brother, or no hospital will admit you."
As she wished, I was forced to leave the hospital and died at her glamorous new drug launch.
Later, that high-and-mighty mother, obsessed with fame and fortune, knelt for an entire night in a snow-covered fir forest, holding my crudely made urn.
Sadly, I will never forgive her.

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.

I sold myself for $50,000.

My uncle’s belt taught me that home is hell. So when I saw the ad—$50k for three months as a prison “mental coach”—I signed without reading the fine print.

Big mistake.

I’m not a coach. I’m the 51st volunteer. And I’m being locked inside a cell with him.

A mafia heir. A convicted killer. The most dangerous inmate in maximum security.

On our first night, he pins me against the wall. “Here, my word is law.”

He says I’m just a tool for his early release. He says he’ll protect me—if I obey.

I try to hate him. But when other inmates try to touch me, he breaks their bones. When I wake up screaming from nightmares, he pulls me into his bed and holds me until I stop shaking.

He calls me his.

Now the project is falling apart. Enemies are closing in. And I have to choose:

Run back to my uncle’s belt… or stay and let the monster own me.

Because the only way out of his cell… is through his heart.

Having been born with a weak constitution, Ariel Hovstad is hated by her family. Ever since Mrs. Kathleen Hovstad gave birth to a set of twins, Ariel and Ivy Hovstad. She's been bedridden. She believes it's because Ariel is a jinx since every time she has contact with her, her health deteriorates even more. Thus, afraid to be jinxed by her anymore, Mrs. Kathleen orders her husband, Mr. Henry Hovstad to get rid of her when she's three.

Mr. Henry sends her to the countryside to live with a distant relative; her grandmother. Years later, her grandmother dies, and Ariel is forced to go back to her family. Everyone sees her as an enemy back home, so she is hated. She's either in her room or at school.
(In her room at night, her cell phone suddenly rings)

Person X: Hey boss, how're you? Did you miss me? Oh, is your family treating you well? Boss, you finally remembered me, boohoo..
Ariel: If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up.
Person X: Hey boss, wait, I-

What happened to her being a country bumpkin? Wasn't she supposed to be poor and unwanted? What's with the fawning from an...underling?

One fine morning as she is heading to school, a stranger who looks like a Greek god suddenly shows up, is cold, ruthless, a workaholic, and keeps his distance from all women. His name is Bellamy Hunters. To everyone's surprise, he offers to give her a ride to school. Wasn't he supposed to hate women? What exactly happened?

The once known workaholic suddenly has a lot of free time on his hands, which he uses to chase after Ariel. Any negative comments about Ariel are always refuted by him.

One day his secretary came to him with a piece of news: "Boss, Ms.. Ariel broke someone's arm at school!"

The big shot just scoffs and answers, "Nonsense! She's too weak and timid! She can't even hurt a fly! Who dares make such rumors up?”

When he found out I’d injured my leg and couldn't scrub in to deliver the billionaire's baby tomorrow, my boyfriend’s first reaction wasn't concern. He gritted his teeth and snapped, "Hannah, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why today of all days? Are you really throwing away your entire career just to spite me?!"
I didn't argue. I just stared at the medical chart labeled Eleanor Whitlock, my fingers trembling.
In my past life, I took this assignment. I was drugged and locked in a supply closet. A few hours later, the mother and baby were dead—and the security footage showed a nurse with my face poisoning them. I died in a damp prison cell, branded a murderer.
Reborn into this life, I just wanted to escape this fatal trap.
But somehow, the security cameras had once again captured "me" walking into that delivery room.

They told me my daughter drowned. Too much to drink, a slick deck, a terrible accident.

Then they put a number on her, slid the check across the table, and asked me to sign away the right to ever ask how she died.

I signed.

They didn't ask what I'd do after.

I changed my name. I spent three years earning a desk in their building, close enough to hear the man who buried her joke about the father who "made some noise, took the money, and went away."

He doesn't know my face. None of them do.

They thought the money bought my silence.

They have no idea what it bought.

The story, 'The Last Omega" centers around the theme of love, deception, hatred, redemption etc. Although it seemed like something impossible to happen, the cruel and wild alpha, Conall, an an omega filled with so much hate, Carina, fall in love with each other and get married despite their love being forbidden.

“As the rushing water takes me downstream, I feel myself slipping into darkness. I manage to grab onto a pointed rock after being hurled about, which cuts my hand. I use all of my strength which I’ve seemed to gather since falling into the river to pull myself to the opposite side I was originally.

A sense of relief fills me, and I stay where I am, unable to move. I feel myself starting to slip into an unconscious state. Just before I pass out, I move my head to the right, and see a large pair of eyes, the irises lined in a golden colour, staring at me.”

Desperate to find out why she is the last to survive a human ending virus, Aliana DeMuir, sets out to find her purpose in life.

After years of searching for somewhere to settle down, she finds friendship which keeps her at bay. The thought of a forever home however keeps playing on her mind, so she heads out once again to find the place her heart yearns for.

However, what she doesn't realize, is there's a war coming, and it's coming for her.

He was supposed to be the predator.
The wolf.
The Alpha.

Until I pressed my stiletto between his legs and whispered in his ear:

“On all fours.”

And he obeyed.

Kneeling.
Hands cuffed.
Hard as a rock, his cock bulging and twitching behind his expensive pants.

I smiled.

Ran the sharp tip of my heel right over the thick length between his legs.

“Wanna come?” I asked sweetly.
“Beg.”
“With your mouth wide open… like a good little dog.”

"We get married. For two years. Publicly. Legally. The whole deal."
I blinked. Then laughed—a short, breathless sound. "You're joking."
"I'm not," Andrew said, eyes unwavering. " You need protection from Nathan. I need access to destroy him. You were the one part of his life he never controlled. Now you'll be the weapon that ends him."
Nathan Frank—my husband of two years. Charismatic. Powerful. And utterly unfaithful.
I thought I was coming home to surprise him after a work trip.
Instead, I opened the bedroom door and found him tangled in the sheets with someone I never expected.
Someone whose face I barely glimpsed before she ran like a thief.
But I know that face.
Because it's identical to mine.
Julia—my twin sister. My blood. My betrayer.
That night destroyed everything: my trust, my identity, my carefully built life.
Now Nathan wants a clean divorce, and Julia stands by his side, unapologetic… pregnant.
But I won't be their collateral damage.
With Andrew—Nathan's former best friend turned sworn enemy—I strike a deal.
A marriage of convenience. A partnership built on strategy, not love.
Two years to regain control. To uncover the truth. To bring them both down.
Because this is no longer just about betrayal.
This is war.

I’m a girl without a Wolf. Sister to the future mate of the Lycan King himself.

For my entire life, I’ve lived in her shadow, in all my family’s shadow. An outcast or as good as. But the day the Lycan King ascends his throne, our Pack is attacked, and everyone is slaughtered.

Everyone except me.

For months I hide out like some feral creature in the jungle, only one day humans find me and I’m dragged before the Lycan King. But when our eyes meet I realize he is my mate. Not my sister’s.

Mine.

Only, there is a Wolf here, sat beside him already, a Wolf pretending to be my sister, claiming she is cursed so their bond will not form. And Adriel, King of the Lycan’s, seems torn between the mesmerizing creature who has her claws so deep into him, and me, his true mate.

But how can I convince anyone to choose a Wolfless girl, let alone the Lycan King himself?

What to expect:
Forced proximity
Dub Con
Non-Con (F on M)
Pack bullying
A rags to riches vibe.

He takes a deep breath and stares into my eyes once more. In response to his intense stare, I swallow saliva again.

"I, Jason Wright, reject you, Omega Samantha Bailey."

I feel the tremor in my body as I move closer and closer to a total collapse. I know he's waiting for me to tell him. Ming howls again, louder this time, begging me not to answer him, begging me to fight and not accept his rejection. But who am I to fight his wishes and force him when it's clear he doesn't want me?"


In the world of werewolves, where pack positions determine their destiny, Sam's life takes a heart-wrenching twist when she's unexpectedly demoted from Beta to Omega. Rejected by her pack and even her long-awaited mate, she finds herself navigating a complicated and painful path.

On the other hand, Jason, the son of the Alpha, exudes charm and power, leaving a trail of broken hearts. He never imagined that fate would bring him face to face with Sam, a she-wolf he considers weak and unworthy.

As their worlds collide, Sam finds herself hopelessly in love with Jason, while he fiercely fights his feelings, torn between his rank and the inexplicable connection he shares with her.

In a defining moment, Jason utters the words that shatter Sam's world, severing the bond they could have had. Her heart quivers, torn between her love for him and the pain of rejection.

Will Sam's love be enough to soften Jason's heart and make him defy convention for the sake of their bond?

Can she find the strength to overcome his rejection and betrayal?

"It seems fate looked at us both tonight and laughed" Alexia was just a servant until her life changed when she found herself having to pretend to be Princess Charlotte in exchange for her freedom. But when she marries Prince Estevan in Charlotte's place and all eyes are on her, it becomes a dangerous game to hide her true identity.

ONE GIRL CAN CHANGE THE WORLD

When Rosalie Morgan escapes the brutal werewolf who's been holding her captive, she inadvertently starts a war between two rival packs.

With a bounty on her head, the entire werewolf population is out to get her, and she ends up in the clutches of the Alpha Twins.

Aeron and Cain plan to sell Rosalie back to her hunters for a princely sum but when they realise she's their mate, everything changes.

And when it turns out she's not as human as she looks, and that she has the potential to birth a new race of Lycans, they know they can't let her go.

Can the Alpha Twins keep her safe when every Alpha wants to breed her?

As more secrets are exposed, can Rosalie get over their initial treatment and can Aeron and Cain earn her trust enough for her to ever love them?

What to expect: Multiple POV (Primarily focused on the FMC.), explicit sexual scenes, drama, lots of angst and misunderstandings, breeding elements and of course a HEA.

In the southern continent four large kingdoms predominate, and to strengthen the alliance arranged marriages are predestined. The Summer Kingdom with its future Queen Stella merged with the Spring Kingdom with its future King Antony. After the border that separates the kingdoms, the wedding between King Cassian of the Winter kingdom, and Queen Rose of the Autumn kingdom takes place. Cassian went through challenges, facing his father who at all costs wants to return to be king again. Bella has lived through a terrible situation provided by her husband, who hates her, they have discovered secrets that they would rather never know. The plot brings war, betrayal and marriage arranged for power. And with no choice but to save everyone he loves, Cassian and Bella team up on an adventure to an unknown realm in search of help! In the midst of so much chaos, a forbidden romance emerges, secrets are revealed and a new kingdom is discovered. In the most surprising moments the discovery of magic surprises, and when all was lost. A revelation about death, and the salvation of all. But nothing serious a fairy tale. Loveless union between different kingdoms causes changes in everyone's lives. Is it possible in the midst of so much chaos to fall in love?