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Riya and Kayish were madly in love, so deeply that everyone believed that they would end up in a happy married life. That's how he loved her. He was very possessive of his property, especially when it comes to his girl.

On the other hand, Riya was blindly in love with him. She left her parents because of him, she found her happiness within him and was ready to start a new life but an unexpected tragedy happened in their life that no one could have predicted.



She had good news for him. She was so happy. After all those things that she has been through, finally, their family will be complete. She already waited a whole day and she now she just couldn't wait to share her happiness with him. But just as she was about to tell him, he broke her fragile heart into a million pieces and left her saying it was all just a drama he played with her all along; the marriage which she preached was just another key to win her trust and to fulfill his vengeance. He dumped her that day without knowing that he left a piece of him growing inside her.


Does he get the chance to know about his child? What will happen when these two cross their paths in the future? Will they let go of their revenge and ego and hatred to get back their love? Or will it be too late for him to realize his mistake?


Read to find out what happens. : )

Six hundred years into our marriage, I found out my husband had a son.

I had ended my border patrol three days early, wanting to surprise Valerius.

Not far away, Valerius was channeling his exclusive magic, teaching a boy how to weave the darkness.

"Dad! I did it!" The boy looked up. His bright eyes were a near-perfect reflection of Valerius's.

My mind instantly went blank.

Dad?

A woman walked over.

She draped a small cloak over the boy's shoulders, her hand brushing against Valerius's chest with practiced familiarity. "Valeri, the wind is picking up. He'll catch a cold now that he's sweating."

Valerius naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "My fault."

The image of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family was an ice-tipped needle driven straight into my eyes.

The sharp sting made my breath hitch in my throat.

The man who had sworn before the Senate to love me for all eternity—the man bound to me by a Soul Blood Pact—had already betrayed me!

A sudden, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen.

It was an old wound from six centuries ago.

When the Sunfire Curse nearly reduced Valerius to ashes, I had offered my high-born pure blood and my womb as a sacrifice to forcibly block the hex for him.

The price was permanent infertility, along with an excruciating backlash of pain I had to endure every single month.

Back then, Valerius had held me, his eyes red and tear-filled. "I don't want any children! I would rather lose my seat in the Senate than ever betray you!"

Yet the scene before me crushed those words into fine dust.

I stumbled backward, my chest feeling as though it had been ripped open by bare hands.

I was terrified I'd lose control and rush over to scream at him.

Worse yet, in the face of this cozy, happy family of three, I was afraid I'd look like a pathetic, unwanted outsider.

Suffocation gripped my throat. I turned and fled.

To end two years of a long-distance marriage with my husband, Sutton Brennan, I quit my job and moved halfway across the state to join his top-tier medical center.
But from the moment I clocked in on day one, a nightmare awaited me.
IV pain pumps violently popped open in my hands, medication cabinets rejected my fingerprints, coffee machines sprayed me with boiling water, microwaves exploded in public, and the employee lockers locked me out entirely.
My colleagues laughed at me, calling me a walking disaster. The head nurse publicly berated me for being incompetent. And my husband, the man I trusted most, simply smiled his gentle smile and said, "You're just tense. Give it a few more days."
In my past life, I believed him. I gritted my teeth and held on until the bitter end—and ultimately died inside this very hospital.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my first day of work.

After Amelia has woken from the encounter with the fates, she must find a way to prevent her own death. Only as her day goes on she realizes nothing is like it had been in the vision she saw of her future.

An internal struggle for her to emerge as the white wolf send her into an encounter with a blood beast, who succeeds in enticing her. That is until they are interrupted by the arrival of her mate.
Nothing is how it should be and it is going to take every alley she has to find out why, and maybe a little help from an enemy....

The future is never set in stone....and sometimes you need to break all the rules.

This is the sequel to the book 'More Than Me', it can be read as a standalone.

In the apocalypse, during my escape, I awakened a useless superpower: reset .
My girlfriend, despising me as a burden who only creates junk, conspired with the mercenary captain to kick me into a horde of zombies.
She had planned everything, except for one thing.
My superpower wasn't "creating junk," but a conceptual-level divine skill !
A zombie bites my heart? Reset my body's state, instantly revived!
A rabid mutant attacks? Reset its hunger nerve, making it instantly kneel like a dog!
I single-handedly fought my way through the zombie horde and knocked on the shelter's door.
Beside the captain's shattered neck, I held my desperately begging ex-girlfriend upside down, smiling as I suspended her directly above the zombie horde.
"You were right, useless people should be zombie food. Now, it's your turn to prove your worth."
Then, I released her.

My mother stared at my body, fused to the sofa, and waited forty minutes before calling 911.
She cheerfully told my father the news, deciding they should celebrate with a nice dinner.
Of course.
After all, they could finally be rid of the burden I’d become—no more tormenting me, no more keeping me locked away.
They could go back to being the respectable parents everyone thought they were.
But—
Someone was bound to see the truth.

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

I kept a list. Ninety-eight times my husband chose another woman over me.

Missed birthdays, ruined anniversaries, broken promises—all for his "patient" Sophia, who seemed to have a medical emergency every time we had plans.

"It's just my job, Emma," he would say. "You understand."

Ryan thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He was wrong.

After an incident, I was determined to leave him, and before I left, I gave him an unforgettable "gift."

I had a childhood arranged marriage with the Mu family. My unreliable dad just tossed me a New York address and told me to go inherit the company there.

They only broke the news to me after my plane touched down in New York: I could take over the family business only if I went through with the marriage.

I followed the address, only to be led winding through the streets by the men at the gate and taken to an abandoned construction site.

Along the way, the man guiding me feigned sympathy: “The Mu Group went bankrupt two years ago. They sold their house and company to pay off debts, yet still owe a fortune in loan sharks. Debt collectors hound him every day, and he always brings them here to talk. He works an office job by day and fights in underground boxing matches for cash by night—his life is nothing short of miserable.”

Hardly had he finished speaking when I heard the harsh clanging of steel pipes. A devastatingly handsome man was grappling with a dozen men, a steel pipe gripped in his hand.

His features were sharp, his jaw clenched tight. Blood trickled down his cheek from his temple, mixing with dust, carving out an air of broken ferocity about him.

Hell no—they’re picking on my future husband right in front of me?

The guide tried to say more, but I, a die-hard sucker for good looks, grabbed a steel bar beside me and charged straight in.

The brawlers froze for a split second at my sudden appearance, then plunged back into the fight.

Mu Qingye threw every punch with reckless brutality, and I, a multiple-time taekwondo champion, was no pushover either.

Once we’d chased the debt collectors off, I tossed the steel bar aside and watched Mu Qingye lean against the wall, gasping for breath.

His clothes were frayed and faded, and the bandage on his right leg was soaked through with blood, a glaring, vivid red.

He sat on the ground, lifted his eyelids to glance at me sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.

I stared at his outrageously handsome face, my heart racing wildly: “I’m Meng Shixia. Do you remember me? I—”

“I don’t know you.” He cut me off abruptly, staggered to his feet by leaning on the wall, and shot me another cold glance. “Stay out of my business.”

In the Hall of Divine Selection, my younger sister stepped on me and declared that she was the only one worthy of becoming the Dragon Queen. Then she threw Kaelorn at me—a broken, half-blind dragon she had tortured until even his tail was severed—like he was nothing more than a worthless mate for a worthless bride.
In my last life, I was stripped to the bone and imprisoned by the Dragon God, while she lived free and untouched.
But this time, the moment she raised her hand to slap me, I had already made up my mind—
In this life, I'll be the one to drag her into hell.

As James's secret lover for five years, I thought being gentle and obedient would eventually win his heart.
But God played a cruel joke - I was diagnosed with heart failure and only had months to live.
When his true love returned, I was abandoned.
Without causing any drama, I left him quietly, not even taking a penny from him...
Continuously updating, with 3 chapters added daily.

'Miss Klean, the CEO would like to see you now." The junior secretary said to Varisha Klean with a warm smile and for a strange reason, whatever had caused Varisha to have doubts about this interview seems to have disappeared at this moment. 

After attaining a degree in hotel management at Stanford University, Varisha set to prove to the world that she could make it without their support.

She never got their help when she needed them, anyway.

This was the first step to being the girl she was truly meant to be. 

Her parents separated when she was twelve and the court granted her father full custody of her and her brother because of his influence, even though he was abusive both physically, verbally, and sexually to both of them.

“What did you say about me?” Hance asked angrily and Alexa took a step backwards as he wheeled himself closer to her.

“I..I didn't say it. I heard it from the girls downstairs, they said since you are crippled then you can't…you know”

He was finally closed to her and pulled her hand as she landed on his thighs, then he captured her lips with his.

It was a wild kiss and Alexa pushed him so she could catch her breath, then she felt something poking her from below.

“You need enough proof?” He questioned and she bit her lip nervously.

“Uhm, I read it somewhere that, if the man is…then the woman can take control” she stuttered while pointing at his legs.

Hance chuckled, he sat up and nodded, without waiting for instructions, she moved and sat on him as he grabbed her butt.

“Then you better ride me perfectly my little girl” he whispered before they engaged in a rough kiss.


Alexa Parker’s life turned upside down when her husband’s love for her turned to hatred, and he presented her with a divorce.
She had chosen him over her family, and now he presents her with a divorce just because his childhood crush is back. Her love for him turned to complete hatred, but she couldn’t do anything about it; after all, she was from a low-class family.

Left with no other choice, Alexa decides to move on and care for herself, but how was that even possible when her husband’s childhood crush kept doing everything to ruin her completely?

Not long after, she gets a job in a hotel where she gets entangled with a disabled billionaire, and things take a drastic turn when she discovers that the man is her ex-husband’s uncle and also the master of their family.

Will she choose to take revenge on her husband or find ways to go back to him by using the disabled man? Or will she choose to be far away from that family? But what happens when she discovers the true colors of the disabled man? He isn’t an open book or a perfect husband.

“You want to get fuck without begging, without feeling guilty,” Dane growled. “Well that's the fucking wrong way to go about it.”

Is that what I was doing? No…can't be.

“Just look at you sucking my fingers deep into your hungry cunt. Such a little liar and a slut,” he mocked, grazing his teeth on my neck hard. I tremble, I didn't care for his mocking tone or his words, I was too far gone to care.

“Fuck! She's dripping,” Jax groans. Rubbing his palm over his mouth, his eyes fixed on where his brother's hand is buried deep inside me.

“Want a taste brother?” Dane asked, slowing down his thrusting fingers even more, his other hand yanked my sweater up in one smooth move and that fast I was completely naked.


An outrageous dare sent Gianna straight into the hands of the gorgeous twins Jax and Dane. After a night of passionate love and debauchery, Gianna finds herself a captive of the two strangers.

What's worse is that her mind says no, but one touch is all it takes and her body melts for them. They are everything her body and soul seems to crave but to accept that it's to become a slave of her own desire, something she swore she'll never be.

When the lines between hate and love begins to blur, will Gianna fight for her freedom or choose to stay? And more importantly what did the twins want with her?”

I buried my brothers.
Burned my name.
And disappeared from a world built on violence.
They once feared me as the Black Reaper — Klein, former mercenary commander.
Now I live quietly in a crumbling villa, renting out rooms just to stay afloat.
Then Carol moves in.
Brilliant. Beautiful.
Hunted by powerful cartels.
She assumes I’m nothing more than a bitter, sloppy landlord —
until armed men break into her room, and I kill them with my bare hands.
Now Carol knows my true power.
Instead of running, she forces her way deeper into my life,
making me her driver, her protector, and her unwilling shield against the hunters chasing her.
But the West family — the ones who murdered my entire team — have finally tracked her down.
To protect Carol, I must become the man I swore I’d never be again.
“They took everything from me once,” I say quietly.
“This time, I won’t leave anyone standing.”

WARNING: [R-18] STORY WITH EXPLICIT/MATURE CONTENT

When Daniel kissed Ara in front of many students because she accused him of being a thief, the man had a reason to have more opportunities with her. And that was when Daniel himself requested their Guidance Counselor to give him disciplinary action, to make him a student assistant in the library throughout the school year, for free.
Ara knew that Daniel meant it, and even though she was annoyed, she still couldn't avoid having this romantic feeling of excitement because the young man is very handsome.
The more you hate, the more you love. But Daniel diagnosed with a serious illness, and Ara knew she could do nothing but to let go.

He's a handsome restaurant owner who doesn’t care about her past… because she hasn’t told him everything.When church secretary Rochelle Johnson stumbles into an entanglement with her pastor, life becomes a maze of scandals and secrets.Conflicted and trying to run from her past, she’s not at all ready for a new relationship.Until she meets a man who’s perfect for her.Handsome, suave, and wealthy, Sam Richards clashes with her at first. But soon, he falls hard for her and makes it impossible to resist him.Just as Rochelle believes she’s found redemption, her sins rise from the dark and wreak havoc in her life.Will Sam stick around when he discovers the truth about what she’s done? Or will past mistakes destroy her one chance at true love?Love and secrets collide in this clean BWWM romance. *Please Note: A REASON TO HEAL was previously publishedas‘CALL ME TORN’.

I hid my noble Mosuo family background and loved Cassian for eight years. I allowed him to have children with another woman, thinking it was just a deal. Yet he truly fell for her, and she framed me publicly. Cassian blamed me wrongly and hurt me deeply. I revealed my real status and left him. Following my clan rules, I married three loyal childhood friends and let go of this failed love.

How ridiculous! My husband, my lover, my former brother-in-law...
He hates me for killing the woman he loved—my sister!
He hates me for forcing him to marry me at his beloved’s funeral!
He hates the fact that it wasn’t me who died!
Yet he fell in love with my body!
“Consider this payment for your hard work last night. Take the money and get out.”
As he raped me, as his penis thrust into me again and again, he kept shouting my sister’s name, repeating “I love you” over and over—yet when he woke up, he wanted nothing more than to kill me.
He doesn’t know that I’ve wanted to die ever since the moment my sister died for me!
He certainly doesn’t know that my death will be the key to unlocking his own living hell!

What happens when Kyrah Bailey falls in love with the son of a tycoon, Blake Dawson and later finds out that he has strings attached with his neighbor Sabrina Johnson? Will Kyrah be able to dig out Blake's past? Will she forgive Blake or not? Torn between her boyfriend, Blake and her best friend, Scott Stone, her world crumbles down as she tries to fight for her lover forgetting about her friends and family. Will she realize her mistakes and who will she end up falling for?

I’ve had the Sight for as long as I can remember.
Born into a matrilineal line of Salem witches, I can pierce the veil of the dead. I see the wandering souls and the lingering traces of magic left behind in the mortal world.
I always assumed this gift was nothing more than my own harmless little secret.
Until the night of our fifth wedding anniversary.
I lit the final taper candle on the long dining table. As the flame flickered, my Sight instinctively slipped open, my gaze drifting toward the deep shadows by the fireplace.
A spirit was huddled there in the dark.
It was my husband—Silas Blackwood.
Ice flooded my veins. What the hell is going on? Is Silas... dead?!
My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone, stumbling back in a frantic rush to dial his number.
But before my thumb could hit the call button—before my lips could even form the words of a banishing spell—
Click.
The front door opened.
Silas strode in, bringing the damp, fresh scent of the rain with him.
"Sorry I'm late, Evie."
My breath caught. If Silas was dead... then who the hell was standing right in front of me, wearing his skin?

He filled my head with lies.
Then he set my world on fire.

Gavril Vaknin.
Richer than God.
Crueler than the devil.

And if he has his way…
My new fake husband.

A chance meeting turns into a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
The billionaire don needs a blank slate to turn into his perfect politician’s wife.
I’m homeless and desperate—what do I have to lose?

But Gavril is hiding secrets. Cloaked in lies.
Stepping into his world is a one-way ticket to a hell I won’t survive.

Did I do the right thing?
Or did I just sell my soul to a monster?

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.

He had me pinned against the wall, his fingers skimming over my ass before gripping it, roughly and possessively. His smirk was infuriating, full of that insufferable confidence he always had.

“It’s just a marriage for a year,” Zayn murmured, his voice rich with amusement. His grip tightened. “Sex, no feelings. Divorce when it’s done. What’s got you hesitating? Scared you’ll fall in love with me again, or scared I’ll ruin this ass of yours?”

I rolled my eyes, even as heat licked up my spine. “Why the hell would I be scared?” I shot back, smirking. “I’ve taken bigger cocks than yours.”

His smirk faltered—annoyance? Amusement? I didn’t care. My hand slid between us, gripping the hard length straining against his slacks. His breath hitched, and in return, I gave him a slow, deliberate squeeze.

“Sex, huh?” I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. “Let’s see if you can even satisfy me.”

...
Roth never thought he’d see Zayn Sanchez again, not after their brutal breakup, not after he was forced into selling his body just to survive. But fate had other plans. When Zayn, now the heir to the Sanchez Conglomerate, paid a ridiculous sum just to have him for a night, Roth told himself it was just business. One night. No strings.

Then his estranged family called, dangling his mother’s belongings as bait. But their true intention was clear—they wanted him to marry Zayn Sanchez, the new richest man in town.

Zayn didn’t just want a husband. He wanted an ally, someone to play along while he slowly took over Calloway Industries, Roth’s family’s prized company. In return, he promised Roth half of everything he acquired. No emotions. Just strategy. Just sex.

But fucking your ex is never just sex.

Isabella needs a huge sum of money for her aged grandmother's surgery. She has nowhere to go for help and she decides to seek help from her Billionaire boss, Jayden.

Jayden doesn't believe in marriages and happily ever after but he needs a wife so his mother would stop pestering him when he eventually proves to her that marriage isn't for him by getting divorced after a year.

Isabella comes to him for help at the right time; a contract is signed and there will be no strings attached. After a year, they will both go their separate ways.

What will happen after a night of drunken passion between them?

Will Isabella be able to endure his cruelty for just one year or leave before the stipulated time for their marriage to end?

Will Jayden find Isabella or let her go with his seed growing inside her?

Being born a Moretti daughter means one thing: the family owns you.

In my past life, Vivian thought she had what it took. She promised Dad she could handle it, swore up and down she'd make him proud. Six months later, she'd burned through three generations of work and left us with nothing but an empty shell. Our enemies found her eventually. Broke both her legs.

And me? I married Marco Rossi.

Everyone envied me for marrying into one of the most powerful families in the city. What they didn't know was that I was his prisoner. He used me, turned my family's connections into stepping stones for himself, spent my money on his mistresses, used my body as a bargaining chip at his deals.

In the end, Vivian killed me. Jealous of my "perfect life," she dragged herself over on those broken legs and put a bullet in me.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in Dad's study.

The door slams open. Vivian bursts in, cutting me off before I can speak. "Dad! I'm marrying Marco Rossi! Give the family to Sienna!"

I look at her and smile.

This time, I'm going to survive. And I'm going to do a hell of a lot better than just survive.

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.

Three years ago, I was in a car crash that killed both my parents and shattered my legs beyond repair. The doctors said I'd never walk again.

When I had nothing left, he appeared like some kind of savior. He paid for everything, brought me to his private research facility, took care of me.

He told me he loved me, broken body and all. We got married. He was perfect to me.

There was just one catch. His sister. Not even blood related, just some girl he grew up with. She had some rare blood disease, and turns out I had the exact blood type she needed. So I gave blood. Bone marrow too. Over and over.

I thought I owed him my life. For three years, I let them stick needles in me, drain whatever they needed. I thought that was love.

Until today, when I found a video on his phone from three years ago.

In the footage, one of his men reports back: "The crash was clean. Her parents are dead. Her legs are destroyed, just like you wanted."

His voice, cold as ice: "Good. As long as her blood keeps Cora alive, that's all that matters. She's got no one and nowhere to go. She'll have to stay."

The accident that killed my parents and destroyed my legs wasn't an accident at all. He planned it.

So I planned my own death. And when he saw my body, the man who dragged me into hell finally lost his mind.

Dante Ashford is my stepbrother, and the one person I should never have fallen in love with.

When I was ten, my parents died saving his family. The Ashfords took me in. He was good to me back then. Somewhere along the way, I fell for him.

When I was eighteen, he nearly died in an ambush. I donated blood, then a kidney to save him. I was unconscious for three days. When I woke up, Vivian Ross sat by his bed—and he believed she was his savior.

After that, he pushed me away. Vivian became his fiancée.

In my past life, Vivian's crimes brought disaster to our family. Dante got on his knees and begged me to take her punishment. I refused. She died anyway. Then he pretended to love me, planned our wedding—and on that day, his assistant announced to everyone: "This wedding was a lesson to show Miss Elena Hayes what it feels like to be abandoned by the whole world."

I jumped from the church balcony.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at that moment—him on his knees, begging.

This time, I said yes.

Dante, from now on, we're done.

The apocalypse arrives, rain stops worldwide, outdoor temperatures soar to 60 degrees Celsius, and everyone fights and loses their humanity over a single drop of water.
But I gave away dozens of cases of bottled water that I had stockpiled at home to my neighbors downstairs for free.
People laughed at my overflowing compassion; my wicked ex even hoarded two tons of water, waiting to see me thirsty and begging her on my knees like a dog.
But what they didn't know was that I didn't need water at all.
Because I'm not human.

I loved Finley for two years.
Until 1:00 AM on a Tuesday, when his best friend, Orion, sent me a half-naked photo and a jarring voice note."
If I actually bag her, don't go flipping out on me. A deal's a deal."
I booked the first flight out to confront him, only to catch the boy I loved naked and thrusting into another woman.
But that wasn't even the part that broke me.
When my roommate bypassed the hockey team's private Discord server, I found a channel named: #locker-room-bets.
There was my boyfriend, typing the words that shattered my world: "She's boring... She's like a lost puppy, you can't shake her... Play with her all you want."
My loyalty and two years of my life were nothing but a sick joke.
The entire hockey team had put money down on when I would willingly spread my legs for his best friend.

For half a box of rations, my former comrade put a bullet in my back. As I gasped my last, the world reset—three days before the apocalypse. I didn't go after him for revenge. I floored the accelerator, racing toward the Texas borderlands where my grandfather—a Vietnam veteran—had spent forty years hoarding "junk" that everyone mocked. When the heat turned the earth into a furnace and Drake’s war-party smashed into the fence, they were met with a wall of diesel fire. My grandfather had spent three years digging a secret tunnel that bypassed the perimeter, and half a ton of fertilizer sent their entire encampment into the sky. They laughed at his junk pile. I laughed at their graves.

Jonathan cheated death five years ago. Since then, he started seeing ghosts.

But he was a total scaredy-cat, and he couldn't stand the sight of them. And then, there

was this ghost who was obsessed with him. She said she needed help. But the

annoying ghost wants to take over his body! Too bad for him, there's no turning back

now. He already made a deal with the ghost.

“Hide! Hide!” I yelled, striking Greg violently in the butt. I sensed his astonishment but I didn’t give a damn. If he loved me, he'd understand I was in a precarious situation. “What the hell's happening?!” Greg screamed but I still pushed him into my wardrobe anyway as Fred's voice echoed through the house. I can't imagine the torment I'd face if I was caught in a relationship with a man. 7 years ago, I worked for the Richardson family with my mother and when I lost her to cancer, I decided to drop out of school. However, luck was on my side or so I thought. The Richardson adopted me as their own but when I thought my life was starting to get better, Fred the true son of the family came into my life. It went downhill from there. I became a sex toy for him and it even got worse when my adoptive father joined his son to make my life a misery. I became traumatic. Not even the sweetest prince charming could woo me into liking him. To hell with every man! I hated them all until Greg came along. He loved me more than I loved myself but what could I do? Both father and son of the Richardson family had issued me a stern warning to shut every man out – I was an exclusive property. Would I ever get a shot at true love when my life’s a living hell?

Violet loses her parents as a young child and is brought up by an elderly aunt. As she approaches her 17th birthday her life is turned upside down when her Aunt tells her that the life she has built with her must end - she has to go and learn about the background of her father. Secrets have been kept and those secrets turn Violet's life on it's head!

Not only does she have to accept that her father wasn't who she thought he was, but she too, is something she didn't even realise existed! It seems a whole plan had been in place for if something happened to her parents, including learning of her heritage and all it means.
So, Violet is sent to Autumn Moon Pack, where an elderly relative of her father's still lives to give Violet chance to be surrounded by others like her. In truth, she plans to learn what she needs to learn what she needs to and leave to live alone like her father before her.
But will meeting the handsome Beta, who seems quite taken with her, change her mind? And could there be yet more secrets to be revealed?

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


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

In the third year of my marriage to Damian Spencer, I accidentally scratched his first love.
For that insignificant little scratch, on the evening of my birthday, he personally brought his bodyguards and cornered me in a damp, cold alley.
Without flinching, he had them crush my right hand—the one that held my bow—bone by bone.
He looked down at me coldly as I slumped in the mud, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Just be a good Mrs. Spencer. You don't need this anymore."
Yet later, this same man caged me in his arms like someone possessed, begging again and again—pleading with me not to forget what we'd been.
But all that met him was my empty gaze—hollow, confused, as if he were no one to me.

She knelt in the pouring rain, pounding on my glass door, covered in mud, her voice hoarse from shouting. I stood inside, holding Lily's hand. She called my name, over and over, like calling a dead person. I lowered my head and said to Lily, "Come on, Daddy will take you to dinner." Then I turned and closed the door. From beginning to end, I didn't look at her once. Not because I still hated her. It was because she meant nothing to me anymore. And that woman didn't know—three years ago, when she threw me away like trash, I had already learned not to cling to trash.

"Careful, Omega," he growled, his voice tracing places no one had ever touched—places I didn't even know existed. "You shouldn't be dripping for your Alpha like this."
"I'm not—dripping—for—you," I finally stammered, my voice barely audible.
"Lies," he snapped. "All lies, Zevara. I can smell your cunt begging for me from across the room."
Zevara isn't the most beautiful girl in the kingdom—but her body is fire, and her scent is a curse wrapped in temptation, driving even the strongest Alphas insane.
All her life, she was told she'd be nothing but the Pack's w***e, just like her mother. Desperate to escape lust and shame, she enrolls at Eclipse Moon College, hoping for a new life. But the moment her scent fills the palace halls, chaos erupts.
An ice-hockey prince.
And His dominant Alpha father.
Two men, both cursed with longing, both willing to go to war for her body, for her heat that captivates, corrupts, and intoxicates.
These men don't stop when she cries. They don't back down when she begs. And she doesn't want them to. She wants them to ruin her. She wants them to consume her... to claim every part of her, leaving nothing untouched. She wants to feel their dominance, their possession, and surrender completely.
If you're looking for gentle love, soft kisses, and easy happily-ever-afters—walk away.
This is obsession.
This is war.
This is Breed Me, Break Me, Alphas.

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...

STORY BLURB

"You want this Viv. Don't you?"

He murmured,his thumb tracing a gentle part down my body. His piercing green eyes seemed to bore into my soul,their intensity making my heart raced.

“Stop please,” I cried.

I held on to his shoulders to push him away but my fingers dugged into his skin as I threw my head back. A moan escaped my throat.

He leaned closer and hiked my skirt up. He pushed aside my already wet panties and gently caressed my clitoris.

“Answer me baby, do you want this? Do you want us?”

I could feel his warm breath against my skin,his words laced with a tone that both thrilled and terrified me.

"Yes,I want it"

I whispered,my eyes fluttering close while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I couldn't control the moans that erupt my throat.

I knew my actions means giving him total control over me, but I couldn't think straight at the moment. I just wanted him.
.
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Hit by the betrayal of her best friend and her boyfriend, Vivian Everhart enters a marriage of convenience with Kian Blackwood. They would show affection and act like a normal couple to everyone, but indoors they act like strangers.

Their arrangement was going without a hitch for a while until they started feeling attracted towards each other. They decided to make their marriage real until a figure from Kian's past came into the picture. This made the couple drift apart.

Will they go their separate ways? Or will they give themselves another chance and fight for their love?

Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive.

When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice.
"Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other.

She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rootin for him.

Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!

Sebastian Manchini is a monster dressed like a Greek god.
The city fears his name. Women beg for his touch.
And me? I was the unlucky one thrown straight into his world.
I’m Lily Garlo, a 22
year
old student who wanted nothing more than a simple life.
But on my first day at a new job, I walked straight into his office without knowing who he was.
He cornered me, stripped me off my clothes, and looked at me as if I was prey.
Everything after that became a nightmare.
My step brother’s debt to the Cosa Nostra turned into my prison.
One night I was dragged into a glittering party that turned out to be my own wedding…
to Sebastian Manchini.
I didn’t walk down the aisle. I was dragged into it.
He owned me.
He ruled me.
And with just a look, he could make me drop to my knees.
Then he died.
Or so I thought.
Months later, shattered by grief and a miscarriage, a baby I never realized I was carrying,
his younger brother Dante stepped in and became my only safe place.
I started to breathe again.
I started to feel again.
And then,
Boom.
Sebastian came back from the dead.
More dangerous. More ruthless.
And he’s come to claim me as his.
This time, there is no escape.
I am locked in his golden cage, trapped in his poisoned love…
and part of me still burns for the monster who ruined my life.
He was the mafia king, the sweet poison I never asked for, and the addiction I can’t escape…

They called me a hellcat. A she-wolf tyrant. The Luna who made her Alpha husband obey.
I held him together when his father died. Built his dying pack into a powerhouse while he flirted with she-wolves.
Then he brought home his "fated mate."
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead, I smiled. "I'll help you prepare the ceremony."
That's when my wolf—dormant for years—began to wake.