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When Teresa Bradley, a young journalist with a passion for photography, meets Sebastian in a park, she becomes captivated by his beauty. Trying to capture his emotions, she falls into a river, risking her life. A powerful bond forms between them after Sebastian rescues her.
As Teresa tries to make sense of her terrifying experience, Lettice, Sebastian’s great-great grandmother, kidnaps her, revealing secrets about her own existence. Bash is determined to save his human Luna, so he's gathering an army with his cousin Liam and their pack.
Despite the chaos and danger, a beautiful love story blossoms, with challenges to face. Teresa accepts her destiny and the bond she shares with Bash, but the threat is far from over. Rejected by her family, Lettice turns into a vengeful hellhound consumed by hatred and seeking revenge.
Will Lettice's revenge be the downfall of the Kielder Pack, or can Sebastian and Teresa keep their family and lives safe?

He once saw her as nothing but a cheap plaything. Four years of closeness was nothing more than “practice before marriage.”
Cast out on a snowy night, publicly humiliated, her career destroyed… She licked her wounds in silence and dialed her family’s satellite phone.
When they met again, she was the largest shareholder of the Corporation. He was forced to bend his pride and call her “Auntie” in a trembling voice.
You took away all my dignity once. Now I make you too low to reach me.

Naomi knew it was wrong to spend the night with a stranger in another city. But something told her she could trust him. She ended up having a passionate one night stand with him only to discover he lied about his identity and status.

It was a rainy night, and I was running wildly down the road, that man chasing relentlessly behind me, a malicious grin carved into his face. Desperately searching for somewhere—anywhere—safe, the brightly lit bookstore not far ahead became my only glimmer of hope.

Then I tripped.

I struggled to scramble back to my feet, but the rain and slick pavement betrayed me, sending me crashing down once more. A sharp pain tore through my knees as the sound of footsteps behind me grew louder, closer. Panic surged. I clawed at the gravel submerged in muddy water, my fingertips just brushing against a sharp-edged stone when a low sigh breathed against my ear.

“You can’t run away.”

I turned my head.

He was already standing before me, rainwater streaming down his twisted face, his eyes gleaming with a crazed, cruel light. Slowly, he knelt down. One hand clamped around my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. A blood-curdling laugh slipped from his lips.

“I’ve finally got you tonight,” he said. “You’ll be mine forever.”

Will Claire survive? Will she escape her attacker’s assault?

This is a novel of extraordinary imagination—step inside and uncover the thrill… and the answer.

He is Milan, always have been in love, secretly with his best friend Eron. Who is actually his stepbrother after his dad get marry with a widow woman who had a child of 19 years old... Eron. But everythin will change one day when suddenly Milan discovers He is available to create a new reality, other world in his dreams, that actually is a portal to a totally real reality, where He and Eron can be together, and their love is the most natural, as breathing.¨


"Family is the most important thing, Eron."
I'm sick of hearing that phrase every day without qualm.
They force to include me in the standard picture where the only thing that matters is the happiness of others; the happiness of those around you. It is typical to think that you should care about those who, according to the rules of modern society, love you the most. But does owning the same blood connection make the affective connection between people? I want to know if I am the only one who is wrong.
I don't feel that warmth in my chest that I'm supposed to feel.

"You only think of yourself, Eron."
I can hear the annoying Milan Montjoy's voice even in my quiet solitude. People label him as my "brother" as we are children of the same parents, or actually, one of them, but we are not. Thus we are intertwined.

Liara Haysbert's whole world revolved around her books and her family. She didn't want to find her mate just after turning eighteen because she wanted to become a doctor first. A part of her didn't wish to find her mate because she was scared that her mate would reject her. Because she used to struggle to speak in front of anyone, as she had been mocked her whole life because of her nerd nature.
But life had another plan for her when out of the blue, her part crossed with her fated mate, a rogue.
None of them wanted each other to know the problem that they might face in the future, but neither Liara could muster the courage to speak in front of him, nor did he talk with her.
"I, Liara Haysbert, da..daughter of Brandon Haysbert rejects…." Immediately she realized that she didn't know his name. "Ple..please tell me yo..your name." She whispered.
"Name?" He finally spoke for the first time in front of her. Liara grabbed her clothes tightly, hearing his voice. "I don't have a name, Liara. Everyone calls me by different names; you can choose one to reject me. The options are Bastard, Killer, Asshole, Black, Red, Speed, dickhead, Beast, heartless, leech, dog, etc. The list is too long."
Liara's heart sank upon hearing this, and she soon realized what the hell she was going to do. She kept staring at him without blinking her eyes for a while before speaking. "Theodore."
It meant 'a gift of god'. And he was indeed a gift by Moon Goddess; otherwise, they wouldn't have been 'FATED MATES.'
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Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Ongoing)
Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Completed)
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Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Completed)


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As a wolf princess, I gave up my beast core, my dignity, and three years of life for my mate’s throne. I walked willingly into the lion clan’s darkest kennel camp, enduring beastly torture and dog-like degradation. I survived on rot and poison, clinging to false hope. Until I returned and learned the bitter truth: my wolf mate destroyed me with his own hands. The war was fake, and my hell was his deliberate choice.

Agent Casey Hastings' sister has gone missing.

Her sister, Kimberly, is a glamorous blonde. The two rarely contacted each other, and Casey was shocked to learn that Kimberly was engaged to Hank Williamson, son of wealthy State Senator Henry Williamson II, with the wedding scheduled for October—a fact Kimberly had never mentioned in their few conversations.

Naturally cautious Casey understood her sister's secret, but given the Williamson family's prominent status, the situation became increasingly perplexing.

After meeting the Williamson family—the charismatic Senator Henry, the aloof matriarch Devine, and their charming son Hank—Casey sensed an unease beneath their welcoming exteriors.

Her investigation led her to the Ryder brothers. The enigmatic Williamson family's security chief, Ace, was a brooding and reserved individual; his guarded demeanor hinted at hidden family secrets. Archer, her brother, possessed a rebellious charm; his easy smile was both disarming and captivating. Despite her suspicions about Ace's motives, Casey was irresistibly drawn to him, and Archer's allure only exacerbated her infatuation.

The local sheriff linked Kimberly's disappearance to a series of crimes, but Casey's intuition pointed to the Williamsons. Torn between her affection for the Ryder brothers and her duty, she had to race against time to uncover the truth before it was too late.

Then, one night, a body was discovered… and her investigation plunged into a chilling new frontier.

In a world where sea dragons terrorize dolphins, you enter the reef at your own risk. Marine biologist Eva Paz is on the verge of revolutionizing linguistics by cracking the dolphin communication code. Then police call her away to investigate a dead fisherman. It’s her mother’s boyfriend, but Eva is running out of time to complete her dolphin whistle library by the deadline, putting her grant at risk. Without funding, her dolphins will soon be turned loose in the deadly Caribbean. A cartel leader makes Eva an offer she can’t refuse. He’ll fund her dolphin research if she’ll help him capture the sea dragon. His aid comes with a catch, and he doesn’t count the cost. Then geneticist Thomas Sternberg arrives on sabbatical to lead a dive school. He wants to help Eva, but they share a tragic past. While on his watch as a Navy Seal, Eva’s brother was killed, and her dolphin was wounded. Eva doesn’t trust Thomas, but can she set that aside to work with him to stop the sea dragon and save her dolphins? For fans of Jaws and Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park, Killing Dragons is book one in Kristie Clark’s Order of the Dolphin series. Buy Killing Dragons to join Eva and her dolphins on their adventures today! Book Club Questions included. May be read as a standalone, but Killing Dragons is best enjoyed with the next books in the Order of the Dolphin series: Dragon Gold and Dragon Clan. “A smart, science fiction thriller that will have readers looking twice at dolphins – and scanning the waters for something far more menacing. Highly recommended.” – Chanticleer Reviews Killing Dragons is a Reedsy FIVE STAR Must Read Book! Eco-thriller with dolphins, red tide, a commercial fish farm, a mysterious sea monster, and more intrigue! "I really enjoyed Clark's imaginative and rich landscape of Roatan and the surrounding water life. Reading about the diving experience will make you want to try it for yourself, especially where there aren't any sea monsters involved! If you are a fan of the Jurassic Park books by Michael Crichton and enjoy eco-fiction and/or thrillers, you will get a kick out of this novel about dolphins, fish farms, and a dangerous sea dragon." – Rachel Barnard, Reedsy Reviews Killing Dragons is a Chanticleer Reviews FIVE STAR Best Book! "Brilliantly executed, Killing Dragons undoubtedly whets the literary appetite of those who like their sci-fi thrillers with a bit of sexy in the mix." – Sharon Anderson, Chanticleer Reviews

After finding out that he had a year left to live. Alpha Logan Wolfie, requested for six months, where he could only live in a carefree and unhindered manner. In other to numb the pain and sadness in his heart before he fulfilled his mother's wish, to give her an heir who would become the next Alpha of the Pack.

"You will produce an heir before the curse takes over..."
Those are the very words of his mother. He hated commitment, and deep down in that dying heart of his, he wanted someone to love, even if it was just for a day before he died but he never thought that someone was a human girl.
Akira Ross, the woman, with zero knowledge about wolves and their existence, the woman that got the cure to his curse, just with the taste of her blood and lips.
Will Akira be able to cure the curse that runs in his bloodline and will she be able to accept the beast she loves is an Alpha?

"What the fuck? You Left hickeys on my neck?" I yelled, "Why didn't you tell me that you left those stupid pieces of stuff on my neck, I was practically telling the whole world that I had a passionate night?"
"Stupid! They aren't hickeys, I branded you?"
"What I do not understand?" I asked, he smirked, moving closer as his breath met my neck.
"I just stick my claim on you, you are mine now, that is my mate mark on you."

He doesn’t know I watched him for years.
Not from afar. Not casually.
Obsession isn’t casual.

I was fourteen the first time I saw him.
He was eighteen, beautiful, untouchable, everything I decided I needed.

So I made a plan.

I befriended his brother.
I won his mother’s trust.
I moved into his orbit so seamlessly, he never questioned it.

Now, I’m his wife.
He calls it fate.
He tells people we were meant to be.
But he doesn’t know the truth was designed.

He doesn’t know about the notes.
The maps.
The screenshots.
The years of silence, waiting, stalking, perfecting the version of me he would fall in love with.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.
And the deeper you bury a lie, the louder it screams when it surfaces.

Because he just found my old phone.

And the man I stalked for a decade…
Is now stalking me.

Was it ever love, or just revenge in disguise?

My fiancée hates me.

She thinks I'm a criminal.

A man who spent three years behind bars.

A mistake her family forced upon her.

But every day, she tells me about another man.

A hero.

A legend.

A ghost from her past.

The man who once saved her life.

The man she still loves.

The funny thing?

That man is me.

I could tell her the truth.

I could reveal who I really am.

But after everything I've lost, I'm no longer sure I want her love.

Not until she learns to see the man standing in front of her.

Not the legend she built in her dreams.

In his eyes, I had always been "understanding." Understanding enough not to fight, not to make scenes, not to ask for status.

He said we couldn't go public now, but it was for our future.

Only later did I realize that his "future" never included me.

He chose power, chose arranged marriage, chose to keep me hidden. When I finally left, he started having regrets, started saying he loved me.

But by then I understood—he wasn't regretting losing me. He panicked because I was no longer obedient, no longer his.

So I never gave him another chance. I turned and walked away.

But that was only the first step.

I chose to let the truth surface at his moment of greatest triumph, to let him taste what it feels like to lose everything.

In the dark of night, when the whole world is covered by the shadows, Pennelope Casey finds herself caught up with the man she's always dreamed of. He's got this magnetic charm, this irresistible allure, and what started as a chance encounter without any formal introductions has now transformed into a year and a half of pure bliss. It might be a bit strange that he only shows up in her b*d at night, but Penn is convinced that he's the perfect fit for her, and she can't bring herself to push him away.

Ace Romano possesses a deep understanding of Penn that surpasses her wildest expectations. She's undeniably gorgeous, fiercely independent, and cautious when it comes to opening up to others. However, Ace, or that's what they call him, struggles with his own inner demons, hindering him from forming meaningful connections with people. Yet, when Penn unintentionally becomes entangled in the dangerous underbelly of Denver, Ace's protective instincts kick in with full force. The real challenge arises when Penn witnesses Ace's commanding alpha demeanor in the broad daylight, causing her to question if he's still the person she believed him to be.

A young love that could have been, lost in the folds of societal expectations. Another broken soul bound to jealousy, destruction, neglect, abandonment; set to kill. Pasts are relived, boundless joy and unbearable pain, and regrets are experienced in this crime thriller. To what end?

A year ago, Eleonora was forced to marry Quentin, her enemy.
A year later, she was asked for a divorce and left with nothing.
She didn't complain about any of it. She knew it's his revenge on her for a big sin her father had committed against his family. She had to pay for it...with her body.
She thought, after the divorce, she could start a new life, but she was totally wrong!
By chance, she became his work partner and stayed with him every day.
She thought he still hated her, but gradually she realized he helped her in life and career, and even protected her.
He said clearly he hated her guts, but why did he give her tenderness?
Day by day, she fell in love with him and gave up running away from him, but...would he love her back?

Annabel's world is shattered when she catches her boyfriend, Steven, in bed with another woman. Betrayal devastates her, but the pain escalates when she discovers she's pregnant with his child. A dedicated cardiac surgeon, she forces herself to focus on work, putting the emotional debris aside. But her dreams of a controlled life are shattered when she's abducted outside her hospital.

When Annabel arrives, she is miles from home—in the center of Italy, a captive of one of the most infamous mafia families. She soon finds out why she was abducted: Pinky, Don Raffaele's youngest sister, has a fatal heart condition, and Annabel is the only doctor skilled enough to save her. This is no kindness, though—that's an order, and refusing is not an option.

Five years ago, when Rafe demanded a paternity test, Lindi was devastated.

When the test came back negative and Rafe believed science over her word, Lindi realized the man she'd loved with all of her heart had never loved her.

Now Rafe is back in her life and he still refuses to admit her twin boys were his.

Love Me, Trust Me is created by Marie Dry, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Please, Lydia, give me a second chance. I swear, let me love you again." "Too late, Nathaniel, I have someone else now."
In a twisted tale of deceit and sacrifice, Lydia Milan, who hid her identity and family, endures a loveless marriage to handsome, wealthy Nathaniel King, who views her only as a blood source for his ailing ex.
Struggling against mistreatment, Lydia Milan finally demands a divorce and leaves the marriage, and that was when Nathaniel King discovered that she was the only daughter of the richest man in the country, whom he had been trying to have an audience with since.
A suspenseful journey unfolds, revealing the complexities of love, betrayal, and redemption in this gripping novel where hidden identities and vengeful schemes entwine in a web of secrets.

It was my second year back in this house.
My name was Evelyn, the biological daughter who got lost in Central Park at seven.
During the ten years I stayed missing, I fed pigs on a remote farm in Eastern Europe. In weather that dropped to dozens below zero, I got beaten for working too slowly.
I did not get brought back until I was seventeen, covered in scars, returned to this so-called “home,” luxurious to the point of being blinding.
To be honest, every time I watched them sit on silk sofas and sip afternoon tea, then thought about the decade I spent crawling through hell, hatred made my teeth ache.
That hatred stood between us and made the house feel like an icebox. We lived under the same roof, yet we were not even as close as strangers.

Although Madelyn Eve Villanueva is already a well-known actress, she still feels painful when she thinks of the rainy day.
She made a promise to herself that she would never be affected by his presence. But she didn't expect the wind to change, and the promise she'd made to herself was slowly shattered...
"I want to talk to you, and please ... I don't want to see your face again, ever," he said in a serious voice.
"Is it a joke? Don't be like that Ethan, I'm nervous about what you're saying," I laughed but I knew it was just an effort.
"Do I look like I'm joking with you?" his voice became sarcastic so I blinked and stared at him. He isn't the same man I remember.
"E-ethan..what are you saying?" I asked confused.
His fists were clenched and his jaw clenched. "Let's b-break up ..."
Three words but very painful to listen to.

Helena is a sweet woman who falls hopelessly in love with Hugo, but unfortunately this romance does not last long. She gets pregnant and loses contact with him, and when she runs into him by chance at the company where she works, she tells him about her pregnancy and also finds out about his wife. But of course the story doesn't end there,there are more mysteries to unravel and he has a score to settle with Helena.

I'm Jennifer, a stay-at-home mom. I gave up my art career eight years ago to take care of my family. My husband Julian and my son Garry, they're my whole world.

But lately, I've noticed them getting closer to Mia, Julian's secretary. Little things. Garry asking where "Miss Mia" is. Julian mentioning her at dinner. I told myself it was nothing. I kept quiet. I put up with it.

Until last week, when Garry broke his arm playing hockey. The school called Mia, not me. She was listed as his emergency contact.

That's when I knew I was done.

An hour ago, at the company’s press conference, I had just helped my husband Carlisle quell the ninety-ninth scandal of his affair.
Now, he has my assistant Russell pinned against my office desk, kissing him, his hand slipping under Russell’s miniskirt and groping wildly.
In that moment, I’ve already planned the publicity spin for the hundredth time.
But I’m not sure if my dear husband Carlisle and his lover will make it that far.
Because the revenge banquet I’ve been preparing for three years is about to begin.

Young love and devotion fell to his marital greed. In reckless indulgence, Nate ruined his lifelong lover and family. He sided with his mistress, ignored my agony and child loss, and pushed me into despair. Seven years later, the once-glorious Wall Street elite fell utterly abandoned and destitute. Repentant and desperate, he begged for redemption. But his belated love now only meets my cold, unwavering indifference.

I gave Arthur a thousand years. A thousand years to secure his throne as God-King.

And on the day of our engagement ceremony, he announced he was marrying someone else.

In my past life, I bled myself dry for him.

He told me Lilith needed Seraphim blood to live. I believed him. He bound me to the Divine Punishment Pillar and carved open my chest, one cut at a time.

He massacred my entire clan, calling it "treason."

I only learned the truth as I was dying. That pitiful "saint" was a demon from the Abyss all along.

Now that I'm reborn, watching him sit on that throne makes my skin crawl.

I destroy our engagement in front of everyone and take the entire Seraphim clan with me.

This time, I'm only here to watch him destroy himself.

My three-year-old daughter hides behind the sofa whenever I try to hold her now.

“Mommy is scary,” she whispers, clutching her stuffed bear like a shield.

I thought it was just a toddler’s overactive imagination.

Until I checked the camera feed in my own bedroom.

I watched a woman who looked exactly like me step out of the shadows of our antique mirror, slip into my husband’s bed, and kiss him.

In a world where the magic of the ocean and the secrets of the moon intertwine, Mia, a dazzling golden mermaid, dreams of true love. During a festive night on the beach, her life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Andrew, a charismatic scientist who hides a dark secret: he is a werewolf. The connection between them is instantaneous, but happiness is short-lived, as the evil mermaids who stalk the werewolves are quick to show their cruelty..
When these evil mermaids kidnap Mia, her life is extinguished in a tragic twist of fate. Heartbroken, Andrew defied the laws of nature in a desperate attempt to revive her.
Thus, using Mia's organs and heart, he creates a new creature: a reborn mermaid, powerful and passionate, endowed with extraordinary abilities and, most importantly, a deep connection to him.

Now, this new mermaid awakens in a world where love and revenge intertwine. Though her essence is that of Mia, the reborn mermaid, whom Andrés has named Selene, carries with her fragments of memories that emerge in flashes, leaving her conflicted between her new identity and the love that binds her to Andrés.

Selene discovers that her resurrection has not been without consequences. The sciencie Andrés used to bring her back has upset the balance between sea creatures and werewolves, unleashing the wrath of the evil mermaids who now seek revenge for Mia's death.

"Jaden Cole is an eighteen-year-old high school basketball captain. He is loved by all for his perfect image. He doesn't do drugs or smoke but party hard just like every other kid on the block.

His clean boyish attitude is like a magnet that attracts all the girls around him who will stop at nothing to get in his pant but Jaden doesn't keep them around long enough to want to claim the relationship status in his life.

But one day, things changed when a new kid, Ryder Smith shows up in his class. He is dark, mysterious and the complete opposite of Jaden Cole. He smokes, has tattoos, and rides a Harlem to school.

Ryder Smith is your typical bad boy, with lip piercing and has no mouth filter. But beneath all that roughness is a big loveable heart and will do anything to have Jaden Cole see it, only problem is, Jaden Cole doesn't want anything to do with Ryder Smith, or does he?"

The night Marlena Rousseau forged the wrong painting… she didn’t just get caught.
She got claimed.

Nikolai Volkov, New York’s coldest billionaire, walks into her life with a deal that feels like a death sentence:
Marry him for one year, obey every rule… or lose her freedom forever.

Marlena only agrees for one reason – her dying brother.
But living with Nikolai is nothing like she expected.
He watches her. He protects her.
He lies to her with the same mouth that kisses her like she belongs to him.

Then she discovers the truth:
He chose her. Targeted her. Needed her to lure out the monster she calls father.

Their fake marriage turns into obsession, secrets turn into passion, and enemies turn into something darker.

But in a world built on lies, Marlena learns one brutal lesson – loving Nikolai might save her…
or destroy everyone she has left.

Perfect for readers who love contract marriage, enemies to lovers, dangerous men, and love that hurts before it heals.

I have made many mistakes in my life.
Some couldn’t be helped.
Others were part of growing.

But there is one that has haunted me for years. The biggest one was breaking my best friend’s heart, the love of my life, all because my family convinced me she wasn’t enough, and I convinced myself I wasn’t ready to settle down.

Now, here I am five years later, going to come face-to-face with her at a mutual friend’s wedding, and I am not prepared to see her. I broke her heart, and I am sure she still hates me. I didn’t expect seeing her with another man would hurt this much.

I soon realised that the perfect relationship she wants everyone to believe she has is nothing but a lie. She deserves better, and I will do whatever it takes to become that person for her.

This men is beautiful, beautiful like God's finest masterpiece. Only, now, he was undressed and bound to the bed in an awkward position, and my hand was still against his breast. Hot temperature, hard muscle, through the palm, clearly came.
"Get off me!" The damned woman, tired of living, dared to plot against him!
"If I truly apologize now, will you forgive me?"
Jigyain looked at me uncertainly. The message is simple: You're dead.
"That's a problem. I just came back to life. I don't really want to die."****

Now I am in possession of this body, the people who bullied the old me should be made to pay.***

Lucy Gue, a tech mogul, enters the body of a fake daughter of famous family with the same name! This original fake daughter is ignorant, bullying, all people hate her...... And she has the ball to seduce the "prince" of the first top family of S City! As soon as Lucy Gue came through, she came face to face with the handsome man, who was staring at her with a look of 'You're going to die' and 'You're going to die badly.' The new Lucy Gue does not care his threatens and builds her own golden career by herself, but it seems the "prince" always gets in the way.
“Join me in the business,sweetheart?”
“What? Love me now?”

Lana Moore wakes up from an accident that changed her life with memories that are full of holes and the name of a stranger on her lips. Adrian.
It's cold. Strong and untouchable.
And somehow connected to everything she can't remember.

Lana is taken to Paris under the pretense of safety, but she has to live next to a man whose eyes show both rage and desire. Adrian Blackwood is a billionaire with secrets that go deeper than the Seine and feelings he won't talk about. Lana finds old letters, hidden pictures, and a kiss from the past that she can't deny anymore, and their fragile truce is broken.

Lana starts to see the truth as rumours of betrayal spread and new enemies close in:

Adrian might have loved her at one time.
He might still love her now.
But he could also be the one who wanted her to leave.

Lana has to find out the truth about the man who protects and hurts her on the glittering streets of Paris, where there are rooftop confessions, masked desires, and storms that break both the sky and the heart.

Is he the love of her life?
Or the reason her life fell apart?

Danger comes back when memory comes back.
And the truth could destroy them both.

Adrian Kane entered and the air crackled with a strange energy. It was no longer gelled to appear straight, his curls giving his serious persona a more approachable look. I'd run my hands through those curls once, I thought and bit the inside of my cheek, hating how the memory assaulted me. His signature steely hazel eyes scanned the room, and for a fleeting moment, they locked onto mine.
"Amelia," Adrian said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "We've met." A flicker of something crossed his features before settling into a neutral mask.
Leveling him with my most nonchalant stare, I smiled politely, "Yes we have, yesterday in the lobby, Mr. Kane. Can't say it was very pleasant, though."
To my surprise, a hint of a smile played on Adrian's lips. It was a fleeting thing, a ghost of amusement quickly replaced by his usual cool expression. It irritated me. "That's a shame," he drawled, and as if I hadn't just been rude to him, turned back to Mark.
Adrian steepled his fingers, his eyes scanning the room. "One. Who's taking point on this case?"
Mark straightened his tie. "Amelia will be heading this project." He looked at me with a reassuring smile. "You got this, kiddo."
Adrian's lips twitched ever so slightly, a barely-there smile that sent a familiar shiver down my spine. Mark, thankfully, seemed to miss it. "Very well, Mark. I trust you and your team to deliver."
With that, he rose and strode purposefully towards the door, his secretary behind him. As he reached the threshold, he turned back, his gaze resting on me for a moment too long. "Miss Bennett," he said, "I trust you'll do a good job."
One thing was certain: Adrian Kane wasn't going to make being here easy for me.


Amelia thought she'd buried thoughts of Adrian Kane—the high school heartthrob who stole her heart, only to shatter it beyond repair. But fate has other plans when she lands a job at his billion-dollar empire ten years later. Now a guarded CEO, Adrian is nothing like the playful boy she once knew, yet the magnetic pull between them is undeniable—an unspoken connection that neither can ignore. As they work side by side, the flames of their past are reignited. Stolen glances turn into heated encounters, and the forbidden passion they once shared threatens to consume them once again.
But secrets and family drama lurk beneath the surface, threatening to tear them apart once more.
Can Amelia risk falling again and reignite a love lost in the flames of the past, or will she choose revenge? Can Adrian fight for a future with the woman who has always held the key to his heart?

The day our parents remarried, my entire life descended into unrelenting hell.
Jace, my stepbrother, hated me on sight the second he walked through the front door.
Like a relentless ghost that haunted my every waking moment, he stole every girl I ever cared about, one by one.
I hated him for seven long years, convinced he only got off on grinding me into the dirt. Until that drugged night at the hotel...

Two sisters. One man. A love neither can afford to lose.

Isabella and Mariah couldn't be more different. Isabella, the elder sister, lives a life of privilege polished, poised, and married into wealth. Mariah, on the other hand, knows the taste of struggle. She works double shifts, counts coins at the end of every month, and dreams of a love that will finally make her feel seen.

Their worlds collide when they both meet Eli, a mysterious homeless man who carries himself with quiet strength and eyes that seem to hold centuries of pain. To Isabella, he’s a forbidden thrill raw, real, and far from the sterile perfection of her husband’s mansion. To Mariah, he’s salvation someone who understands her loneliness and fights his own silent battles.

Neither sister knows that Eli hides a truth powerful enough to destroy them both. He’s not a drifter; he’s the estranged heir of a powerful billionaire, cast out after rejecting his family’s empire. As the sisters fall deeper into his orbit, secrets unravel, and loyalties are tested.

When the truth comes to light, love turns to rivalry, and desire turns to war. The sisters will learn that sometimes love isn’t measured by what you have but by what you’re willing to lose.

Five years later, after receiving a letter, Cale Smith finally returned.

What awaited him was a dying daughter and the woman he loved, about to be forced into marriage.

The entire city was celebrating the wedding.

They thought Cale Smith was a worthless loser.

They were wrong.

He was Godkiller.

The most feared figure in the dark world.

A single word from him could mobilize thousands.

A single command could lock down an entire city.

And now—

When he saw his daughter wasting away...

When he saw another man taking his woman...

He finally unleashed his fury.

Will the wedding proceed as planned?

No.

On this day, there will be no wedding.

Only judgment.

My family's company went bankrupt, and my father was critically ill.

I dropped out of school and worked multiple jobs every day.

Debt collectors beat me and broke my ribs, but I couldn't afford painkillers.

Every penny I earned went to expensive medicine, all to save my father.

Until I saw my father, who should have been bedridden on oxygen, holding a champagne glass at a hotel banquet hall.

His words pierced through, "Five years, the punishment she earned."

The bankruptcy was fiction. The illness, theater.

All orchestrated because his stepdaughter suffered from depression, and I was her entertainment.

When the doctor finally spoke to me, "Days. You have only days."

I laughed.

The dying one had never been my father.

It had always been me.

For five years, I had turned Preston Tanner from a broke kid who could barely afford tuition into one of Silicon Valley's hottest young founders.
I thought we would do exactly what we had promised back in that garage—take our AI healthcare startup public, ring the opening bell together, and get married.
Until today.
At the product launch that would determine whether we landed our Series A, Preston stood before the press and credited the core algorithm patent I had spent seventy-two sleepless hours developing to a girl who couldn't even write Python.
"Sloane, you're already my fiancée," he said. "Willow needs this patent to strengthen her green-card application."
Staring at his utterly self-righteous face, I felt sick.
I didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, he had rotted from the inside out.
And if he was rotten, it was time to throw him away.

“Dad… please… help me…” I pleaded, my shattered ribs piercing my lungs, blood soaking the stretcher.
But Richard, the hospital's top surgeon and my biological father, didn't even glance at me. Instead, he rushed to the next bed.
“Don't be afraid, Chloe. I'm here,” he cooed to his stepdaughter, who merely had a tiny scratch on her arm. “Get the best equipment over here now!” he roared.
As the heart monitor flatlined and my soul left my broken body, I realized the chilling truth: in the choice between life and death, my father gladly let me die.

In order to rush to comfort his assistant whose apartment was leaking, Richard signed his name hastily without even glancing at the documents on the table.
I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"

My skirt was pushed up, and my inner thighs were rubbing against my stepfather’s jeans every time the plane shook.

“It’s okay, it’s just turbulence,” Raviel whispered, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I was sitting on his lap because the sudden shaking made it impossible to return to my seat. My butt landed right on his thigh, grinding against something hard. God, it felt beyond words. It felt so good, and dirty. I almost moaned in front of his face.

He was my mother’s husband. She was sitting just a few feet away, wearing headphones, completely oblivious that her daughter was practically dry-humping her husband. Raviel didn’t push me away. Instead, his palms moved up and down to caress my thighs. "You’re so tense, Claire," he murmured, his hot breath blowing in my ear.

That was just the beginning. In Hawaii, things got worse. Or better.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he commanded on the beach. He poured oil onto his palms, making them slippery and moist. As his hands touched my back, I shuddered. His thumbs massaged my buttocks, sliding dangerously close to my inner thighs. His fingertips occasionally rubbed my crotch, sending electric shocks through my body.

I knew it was wrong. I was a virgin, keeping myself for a future husband. But Raviel... he looked at me with a hunger that terrified and aroused me. "You have such soft skin," he said, his voice low and husky. I was soaking wet in my bikini bottom, fantasizing about my stepfather while my mother slept in the hotel room. I was a cursed stepdaughter, and I think he knew it.


Claire Osborn thought her life was finally stable when her mother married Raviel Marshal, a handsome, wealthy, and charming businessman. But beneath Raviel's perfect exterior lies a dark secret: he is a cold-blooded hitman. When a "vacation" to Hawaii turns into a tragedy and Claire's mother is murdered in a suspicious robbery, Claire is left alone with Raviel.

As they live together in his sprawling mansion, the lines between stepfather and stepdaughter begin to blur. Claire finds herself drawn to the dangerous man who protects her, unaware that he might be the one who pulled the trigger on her mother. Raviel, on the other hand, struggles to control his growing obsession with the innocent girl he swore to protect.

In a house full of secrets, surveillance cameras, and hidden weapons, a forbidden passion ignites. But as Claire gets closer to the truth about Raviel's identity and her mother's death, she must decide: is he her savior, or her worst nightmare?

For seven years, I told myself James wasn't cold; he simply loved quietly. Then my car died after midnight, and he told me to call a cab. When I earned the promotion I had chased for two years, he forgot my message. But when his ex said she felt sick, he left work with medicine in one hand and her exact coffee order in the other. That was when I understood: my husband knew how to care. He had simply never chosen to care for me. By our anniversary, I would stop waiting, leave his gift on the table, and move out. Only then would James begin to love me—and by then, it would be too late.

I saved Theron’s life, and in return, he lined up his eight grandsons before me. Whoever I chose would be the next Alpha of the Frostvale Pack. My wolf instantly recognized Rhysand—my fated mate. I chose him without hesitation.
On our wedding night, the moment I touched him, he broke out in hives and gasped for air. The doctor said he was allergic to me. Overnight, I became the city's laughingstock. For three years, I walked on eggshells, terrified to even step near my own husband.
Until he was dosed with a lethal aphrodisiac. If not cured within two hours, he would die. I threw caution to the wind and climbed into his bed. Through an entire night of skin-to-skin contact, there were no hives, no suffocation. His "allergy" had miraculously vanished.
But at dawn, his ex-girlfriend Linnea walked in. Rhysand looked at me like I was garbage. "If Linnea hadn't saved me last night, I'd be dead."
Two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. But before I could even share the news, a raging fire buried that unspoken hope—along with my unborn child—in the ashes forever.
I finally understood. He was never allergic to me.
He just never loved me.

Warning: matured contents.

Light strokes of the ropes were on her wrist as she massaged it slowly, she felt the handsome man grab her right hand, took the thumb, poked it with a pocket knife and pressed it at the back of the folder.

"Are you nuts?" She yelled in pain, grabbing her hand back from his grasp and sucking her bleeding thumb.

"72 hours, and if you fail you will face the consequences of my contract."

Dawn Hemlocks a fashion design student tries her hand on hacking and gets caught in a web that might take her life. She negotiates her options and signs an unknown contract given to her by the well know heartless billionaire Stephan Klar. Will she be able to break free or find herself tangled into a web of love, murder and deceit?

With a slight blush of embarrassment, she nods, and her boss smiles.
“ You know it isn't free, right？” Even though she can't speak, she made up her mind to do it for her grandparents.
“yes”; she says as tears run down her cheeks.
“Okay good, a deal is a deal”; he said with a smirk.

In my last life, I risked everything to protect my fiancée, only for her to shove me into a horde of zombies with nothing but, "You owed David this."
When I got a second chance, I found myself back right before the rescue chopper took off at the start of the apocalypse.
As I watched her cling to the cabin door, refusing to leave because she was waiting for her ex, I stepped back without hesitation: respect, best wishes, stay together forever. This time, I'm done being the pathetic simp who gets played for a fool.
I snatched the top-tier crystal core first, awakened an apocalyptic-level power, and watched with a cold smile as the cheating couple turned on each other in the middle of a pile of corpses, stabbing and screaming in despair. When the end of the world comes, you deal with the bleeding hearts first—then you rise to godhood.

Money buys everything but not love, how about when he paid you just to be with you and slowly you fall in love with him?

Lila Ophelia Grayson has spent years rebuilding the life she lost the night Lucas Becker Crawford walked away. Once, he was her everything—until he shattered her heart without looking back. Now, she’s done with second chances and ghosts of the past. But fate has a cruel sense of humor, and when Lucas returns, older, richer, and even more dangerous to her sanity, she finds herself standing on unstable ground.

Lucas left for reasons he’s never spoken aloud. The world may see him as a ruthless billionaire, a man who has everything, but the one thing he’s ever truly wanted is the one thing he was forced to let go. Lila was never just another girl—she was his weakness, his obsession, his greatest regret. And now that she’s in his orbit again, he’s determined to rewrite their ending, even if she fights him every step of the way.

But the past doesn’t stay buried, and secrets have a way of resurfacing when least expected. As tension builds between them, Lila and Lucas are forced to confront the truth: some scars never heal, some desires never fade, and sometimes, love is the most dangerous game of all.

Because in the end, the real question isn’t whether Lucas can win Lila back. It’s whether she can survive loving him a second time.

Before You Love Me(BYLM) is a story of passion, betrayal, and the fine line between love and destruction.

I am just a simple florist making an honest living. Yet, somehow, the city's untouchable elites keep suffering horrific, freak accidents right after someone buys my flowers. The police know I'm involved, but they can't prove a thing. After all, how much damage can a few blooming petals really do?