13 Book(s) Related to butters stotch

He killed her mother.
He killed her grandfather.
He went free.
If there's one thing twenty-five-year-old Lauren Burns knows, it's that she hates Aaron Spencer's guts.
The man was lower than a worm in her eyes and she didn't want to change her mind about him. She wanted to keep on despising the man who took her mom away from her.

That was until she met him.
Twenty years after the murders, both Aaron and Lauren now adults in their own lives, she comes face to face with Aaron Spencer, forcing him to face his past.
Lauren was disgusted.
Not from remembering the events that happened twenty years ago, but from realizing that Aaron Spencer was becoming a problem.
The kind of problem that filled her mind and her dreams and made her body hot at the mere thought of his hands on her.

But, despite that, Lauren was determined to keep her time in Woodfair short and quickly leave. But that was before things took a turn. The last thing she'd expected was that she'd get attacked at midnight, that she'd get kidnapped and threatened, but even more than nearly dying, Lauren did Not expect to finally end up in Aaron Spencer's bed.

-A deep tale full of mystery, secrets and desire.

I was reborn on the day we had to choose our mates.

I could clearly hear my sister Sera's thoughts: "This time I won't choose wrong. Let Lyra suffer with that cold Alpha."

Then she couldn't wait to choose my past life's husband—the gentle Beta Damon.

While I had to marry the cold Alpha Kane.

Her inner celebration was deafening: "Perfect! Now my sister can suffer with that heartless guy while I finally get to live the pampered Luna life!"

I couldn't help but want to laugh. If only she knew the true face of my "gentle husband" from my past life.

To the rest of the world, Dante "The Butcher" Moretti is a monster, a man who carves his way through the underworld with cold, surgical precision. But to Bianca Vitale, he is the man who dismantled her life. When her father’s gambling debts and failed shipments push her family to the brink of extinction, Dante offers a deal that is less of a mercy and more of a death sentence: Bianca’s hand in marriage in exchange for her father’s life.
​Bianca walks down the aisle in a shroud of white silk, carrying a hidden silver stiletto and a heart full of ice. She has a plan: play the submissive, perfect wife by day, and dismantle the Moretti empire from the inside by night. She will be the ghost in his machine, the poison in his cup, and the spy who brings the Butcher to his knees.
​But Dante is no fool. He didn't marry her for a debt; he married her because he has been obsessed with the fire in her eyes for years. Behind the heavy oak doors of the Moretti villa, a dark game of cat-and-mouse begins. Dante’s possessiveness is suffocating, his touch is a brand, and his eyes see through every lie she whispers against his skin.
​As the line between her fake submission and real desire begins to blur, Bianca makes a terrifying discovery: Dante has been one step ahead of her from the very first "I do." In a world where love is a weakness and betrayal is paid in blood, she must decide if she can truly destroy the man who bought her soul or if she is destined to become the queen of the monster she swore to kill.
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"How dare you do this to me, so because somebody paid you to rape an innocent woman, you went ahead with it. Where is your dignity? How dare you do this to me? I am going to call the police and have you arrested. I know you are a male prostitute, but how could you accept to do this" I cried while hitting him over again, while he looked so confused.
He frustratedly flung my hands away from him just as I was about to hit and turned us over and he was now on top of me.
"Me, a male prostitute?" He asked and I nodded while trying to break free from his strong ass grip.
"How dare you call me a prostitute. Do you know who I am?" He asked angrily.
"Of course, I know who you are, you are a shameless male prostitute who robbed a woman of her innocence. And do you feel insulted by the term male prostitute? Oh sorry let me correct myself, I mean gigolo" I said with tears dripping down my eyes, even after all the fights I had put up, I still let those bastards win.
"Dont you ever call me that again in your life, and I did not rape you." He started with an angry look etched on his face.
"How dare you say that!" I shouted."
"Hehe" he laughed angrily.


Eliza Greene’s life turned upside down when the bride of Billionaire heartthrob Ryan Blaqk eloped on their wedding day, leaving her an innocent journalist to cover up for her and she is forced to marry Ryan in her place. It’s a contract marriage, his prestige and pride intact, for the retrieval of the stolen property of her late parents.
How will she cope with the sudden changes in her life? And how will the two of them get along?

In “For Better, For Curse,” Oliver Harrington has always kept his distance—until Gabriel enters his life. As their bond deepens, secrets long buried begin to resurface. Haunted by the tragic death of his brother and the dark legacy of his family’s pact with a water goddess, Oliver struggles to keep his powers under control. But when Gabriel uncovers a journal revealing the truth behind the Harrington family’s curse, they are thrust into a dangerous world of magic, betrayal, and love that could either save them or tear them apart. As the water goddess’s influence grows stronger, Oliver must confront his past and embrace his destiny, even if it means losing the one person he can’t bear to live without.

Elise Hernandez is an introverted high school girl struggling to leave her past behind. Writing is the only way she knows to ease the pain she feels inside. She has built strong walls around herself, fearing attachment to the people she meets.

As a gift for her seventeenth birthday, her friends Arya and Zara convince her to join a music camp featuring the world’s most famous boy band. Will the camp make any difference in her life? And what will she risk if the only person who gives her hope turns out to be one of the reasons her nightmares return?

For three years of marriage, she had been nothing more than a shadow in his life. To him, she was invisible, a convenience he sought only when it suited him. He gave her no love, no affection—only physical on his terms when other women failed to satisfy him.
When Enlyan discovered her pregnancy, she was overjoyed, hoping it might bring them closer. But her happiness shattered when she found him at the hospital with his lover for a maternity checkup.
She finally asked for a divorce and vanished.
Heartbroken and distracted, she met with tragedy—an accident that almost claimed her unborn child.
Five years later, Enlyan returns with her twins.
"They are my children!" Damian's voice thundered, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You dared to hide them from me all this time? I’m taking them away from you. They belong with me." Damian Blackwood growled, his intention turning cruel. And She was powerless against his anger.

"After just one second around my boyfriend's father, I'm more turned on than I have ever been. And he's off limits."
I never intended to follow on my forbidden desires but when my boyfriend cheats on me, I decide to get a little revenge by fucking his hot father, Jesse, Mr O'Neal.
Our one night stand turns into something more than we can ever imagine, but when reality catches up with our whirlwind romance, can we catch up to it?
Screw you Xavier, your dad does it better.

I crawled out of a mental hospital in the middle of the night—bleeding, broken, and desperate to see my husband.

Instead, I found him toasting champagne with the sister who put me there.

My daughter was starved in an orphanage. My father died alone, his grave unmarked.

And my husband? He threw me back into the snow to die.

A stranger pulled me from the cold. He didn’t offer comfort. He offered a choice.

“Do you want to make them pay?”

Now the man who buried me is begging on his knees. But hell taught me one thing:

Some sins don’t deserve forgiveness.

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

My biggest regret? Trusting my husband with my mother's life.

The day the mudslide hit, I was on my knees. Begging him to send a helicopter.

He told me to wait. Twenty minutes. But when the helicopter came, it went for his adoptive sister Vivian instead.

I held my mother in the ruins. Her body was shutting down. I waited. Waited until she went cold in my arms.

When he finally showed up at the hospital, the first thing he said? Accused me of faking it. Said I just wanted attention.

In that moment, my heart died too.

Later, I found out Vivian wasn't even sick.

She said "I don't feel well"—that's all it took. And he left my mother and me to die.

Called me a lunatic. In front of everyone. All for her.

I was ready to leave. For good. Then someone shattered my mother's ashes.

Beau and I have been together for three years. I paid for the entire yacht charter out of my own pocket, and he shows up with his childhood best friend Sadie in tow, then goes around telling everyone it was his idea, his grand gesture.

Out on the water, Sadie spots a small octopus drifting near the surface and decides she has to have it. The thing pulses with glowing blue rings.

I'm a certified expert diver. I know exactly what it is the second I see it. I try to stop her.

She bursts into tears and tells Beau I'm going after her.

So Beau, ever the hero where Sadie's concerned, jumps in himself and fishes the thing out.

Sadie plays with it. It bites her. She's on the deck before she even knows what hit her.

Beau grabs me, screaming at me to suck out the venom. I refuse. He calls me a cold, heartless bitch, and in the chaos, shoves me overboard into shark-infested water.

I die out there. Nothing left of me.

They use my phone to fake a suicide note. Depression, they say. Jumped on her own. Then they take my company, my assets, everything.

They post online hinting I tried to push Sadie in and slipped.

My parents, worn down by the online harassment and the grief of losing me, both die of heart attacks.

Then I open my eyes. And I'm back. The morning of the trip.

A favor that she could not refuse. It is the only way that she could get close to the man that she had loved secretly yet she will be only a shadow of her twin sister. She didn't thought about getting caught because she will be there for a temporary day but the secret revealed and her twin sister is the cause.