14 Book(s) Related to honest guy

My best friends and I were out dancing at one of the hottest clubs around, when I heard the two words I loved most. In a loud, rough, gravely tone I heard, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around looking everywhere in the darkness of the club with the mixture of strobe lights in my face, but I didn’t see anyone. There was no way it could be possible. He was a dream. Just a dream. It wasn’t real.
Just then I heard it again, a little louder this time, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around searching through the mixture of the surrounding bodies. I still didn’t see anything. I thought I must be losing my mind. I shook my head to clear it.
But then I heard it a third time, louder than the rest, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around and that’s when I saw him.
Standing tall and lethal where people had moved back away from him to give him space was my dream guy.
He wore black jeans that fit him like a second skin just like his black wife beater. The black wife beater showed off his sleeves of tattoos. Black tennis shoes that looked expensive. A black hat that he wore backwards covering up his inky, black hair with a chunk of hair peeking through. A black right eyebrow piercing and black earring in his ear that stood out on his very pale skin without blemishes or flaws. His green eyes that were so bright and multi-colored they practically glowed in the darkness of the club. His lips were pale pink, perfect and oh so kissable with the bottom lip a little puffier than the top.
My dream man has somehow, some way, came to life, and I am going to figure out how.

Lauren is a brilliant journalist, but her curiosity puts her in danger when she begins to investigate the steps of a feared Italian mobster.
Enzo is cruel and calculating and makes Lauren his new obsession, he starts controlling her steps for a personal revenge for the story Lauren published about him.
However, when he kidnaps her, he develops deeper feelings for the woman he planned to kill. Meanwhile, Vicenzo, a cold and calculating gangster is planning revenge against the journalist who exposed him, but he did not count on looking at her and exploding with desire.

Allen's hope is a kind-hearted and intelligent boy who lives with his family in the mountains. He became his family's breadwinner after his father's death, making trips to the nearby village to sell charcoal. Everything changed when he came home one day to discover that his family was attacked and slaughtered by a demon. Hope and his sister Gwen were the sole survivors of the incident, with Gwen being transformed into a demon, but still surprisingly showing signs of human emotion and thought.
What do you think will happen to Hope as he journeys to England in search of the demon king.
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The spring semester at the Academy had barely begun when Mother's enchanted letter burst into flames on my desk, that familiar acrid smoke already filling the air.
The smoke swirled and her voice emerged, sharp with anxiety:
"Cecilia, have you found a human man yet?"
"Less than a month left before we must present our tribute to the tribe. Noah is your own brother—can you really stand by and watch him die?"
Surrendering Noah meant certain death.
Over eighty Medusa females in the tribe were of breeding age. Noah had been frail since birth, his scales pale as paper.
If he were dragged onto that cold stone altar to serve as a breeding tool, he wouldn't survive the first night.
But where the hell was I supposed to find a human man?

"It's not compensating. It's lagging," I said, my grease-stained hands resting on my hips as I corrected the most arrogant, untouchable F1 racer on my very first day.
Silence fell over the elite mechanical training facility. Every perfectly polished student turned to stare at me—the charity case from the slums. But Carlos Santiago didn't just stare. His sharp, assessing gaze landed on me like a physical weight. "And who are you to correct me?" he demanded, stepping closer until the scent of expensive cologne and burning rubber surrounded me.

I didn't back down. I knew engines better than I knew people. "I wasn't correcting you. I was fixing the problem," I shot back. He was perfect—ash brown hair, thick lashes, and a jawline that belonged on a billboard. But he was also completely wrong about the calibration. I reached past him, my knuckles brushing his pristine racing suit, and adjusted the valve. The engine instantly purred to life. Flawless.

His eyes darkened. He hated losing control. He stepped into my space, trapping me against the workstation. "You've got good instincts," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But instincts don't win races." Before I could push him away, someone bumped into him from behind. He stumbled forward, and suddenly, his lips crashed hard against mine. My mind went completely blank. It was an accident. It had to be. But when he pulled back, his eyes weren't steady, and his breathing was ragged. "Stay out of my way," he warned.

But the way he looked at my lips? It didn't feel like a warning at all. It felt like a promise.

I woke up chained to the devil's bed, wearing nothing but a stripper's outfit.

Confusion clouded my mind as I tugged at the cold metal binding my wrists to the headboard. This wasn't my room. The scent of expensive cologne and danger filled the air. Then I saw him. Leonardo D’Introno. Standing there, shirtless, holding a glass of red wine, his eyes raking over my exposed body like he owned every inch of it.

"Why am I in your room?" I demanded, struggling against the restraints. He didn't answer. Instead, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He tilted the glass. I gasped as the cool, crimson liquid splashed onto my chest, soaking through the thin fabric, making it cling to my skin like a second layer.

"Now isn't that better?" he whispered, looming over me. I felt like a slut, exposed and vulnerable, but I couldn't look away from his dark, hungry eyes. "You really are innocent," he mocked, smashing the glass against the wall. He climbed onto the bed, crawling over me like a predator, his knees caging my hips. "I want to teach your father a lesson... by breaking his precious daughter."


I was Aurora De Luca, the respected senior art curator of Bella Vita, living a life of elegance and independence. I thought I had it all—until my father, the Don of the De Luca Empire, sold me. He traded me like a bargaining chip to Leonardo D’Introno, a ruthless monster who rules the underworld with an iron fist. Now, I’m trapped in his mansion, stripped of my freedom and forced to be his "slave." I tried to run, but he caught me. I tried to fight, but he chained me to his bed. He says he wants to destroy my father, but the way he looks at me... the way he touches me with that terrifying mix of violence and desire... tells me he wants something else entirely. He wants to break me. But I won't go down without a fight—even if my own body is starting to betray me.

There he splays me out on his bed after stripping me down, so that he can worship my body until I’m screaming his name, over and over again.------------------------------
Hi. I am Averi, a girl. Or I used to be. After witnessing something that I would not ever forget, I've been forced into hiding. They’ve taken away all the past I had. And now, I'm masquerading as a boy named Corbin in an all-boys preparatory school. Covering my identity is already very difficult, and things begin to get more out of hand when I develop a crush on one of my new friends. Knox, the only one that makes me feel alive as who I actually am, is breaking my perfect disguise into pieces.

"You wear her face, but you bleed differently. Tell me, pequeña mentirosa, who are you really?"
When Isabella Moreno identifies her twin sister Sofia's mutilated body in the San Isidro morgue, her world doesn't just shatter—it ignites.
Sofia wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the cartel underworld. She was the good twin—sweet, trusting, working as a trauma nurse, engaged to a respectable doctor. She was everything Isabella wasn't: innocent, hopeful, loved.
But someone put three bullets in Sofia's chest and dumped her body in the River Rojo like garbage.
The police call it gang violence. Case closed. Another statistic in a city that bleeds daily.
Isabella knows better.
She's spent five years as a DEA intelligence analyst, building cases against the very cartels that rule San Isidro. She's seen the patterns, knows the players, and recognizes the signature of a professional hit when she sees one. Sofia's murder wasn't random—it was an execution. And every trail of blood leads to one man:
Damián Flores, heir to the most powerful cartel in Mexico.
Devastatingly handsome, Princeton-educated, and colder than the blade he's rumored to wield personally, Damián took control of the Flores Cartel after his father's assassination three years ago. He's turned the organization into an empire—ruthless, efficient, untouchable. The DEA has tried for years to build a case against him and failed. He's too smart, too careful, too protected.
But Isabella has something the DEA doesn't: Sofia's face.
The twins were identical—same dark hair, same amber eyes, same delicate bone structure. When Isabella assumes Sofia's identity, no one questions it. Not Sofia's grieving fiancé. Not her hospital colleagues. And definitely not Damián Flores, who appears at Sofia's favorite café three days after the funeral with an expression that makes Isabella's blood run cold.

I came to Northveil Academy with no magic, no reputation, and zero tolerance for arrogant boys who decide what you're worth at a glance.

Rhydan Valecrest looked at me once and called me nobody.

He said I wouldn't last a semester, that Northveil would eat me alive and he said it calmly, like he was doing me a favour by being honest.

Then he walked away without looking back.

I didn't forget that.

But then my magic stopped staying quiet, and the most powerful boy at Northveil, hockey captain, werewolf heir, and whatever darker dragon thing lurking underneath all of that, can't stay away from me.

Turns out I'm the only one who can hold him together when he falls apart.

He needs me.

He hates that he needs me.

That should be his problem.

So when did this stop being his problem and start becoming mine?

Estelle’s life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle’s father and Cristofer’s parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle.

One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most.


Cristofer’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!”
Estelle lay her legs down, sat up, and asked, “Did you drink?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Drinking is bad for your stomach.”
“I need to drink so that I won’t feel disgusted when having sex with you.”
“You couldn’t wait to divorce me?” Her voice sounded weak.
She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again.
“You know that, don’t you?” Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling.

Ethan Blake never thought that his best friend — the charming, fearless, openly gay Adrian Cross — had a secret bigger than anyone could have ever dreamed of. Adrian was not just the star player of the school. he was a werewolf Alpha, destined to lead a pack torn between allegiance and insurrection.

When Adrian reveals his concealed love for Ethan, all that Ethan has believed in love, friendship, and himself crumbles. The love becomes stronger, but danger erupts at once. Another Alpha, Marcus Hale, is interested in Ethan — not because he loves him, but to make him a pawn to overthrow Adrian's grip on power.

Now Ethan is in a realm of claws, blood, and fate where passion slays and love may be the price of life. Secrets are revealed, and he has to confront the toughest reality: his gay best friend is not only an Alpha… he's the Alpha, and their destinies are sealed forever.
Will Ethan embrace the love that scares him, or will pack traditions tear them apart?

Tiara, wakes up after an accident caused by rogue attack she has no memory of who she is, but everyone in her pack seems to treat her with cautious distance
The Alpha, Maxie, avoids her, even though she feels an unexplainable pull toward him. Late that night, she hears his voice in her head, the unmistakable voice of a mate bond.

Duncan is the head of the Vampire clan, ruthless and cold-hearted. To secure victory in the war against the werewolves, he seeks a bride instead of a mate.
Out of revenge, he takes Clarissa captive, forcing her to serve as his personal source of blood. But when told that his mission can only succeed if he mates with his fated mate, he discovers to his fury that Clarissa is his mate...

"You're my mate?!" Tristian laughs as if this is some big joke. My heart aches and all I can do is cower under his glare. He looks at me like I'm nothing. The hatred in his eyes makes my eyes burn.

"I-I'm sorry." I choke out and he only scoffs in disgust. My weak answer must make him hate me. "I-I didn't... I didn't mean to..."

He cuts me off. "It doesn't matter. Dahlia will be my Luna. You're nothing to me." His next words cut through my heart. "I, Tristian Parker, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, reject you Daisy Summers as my mate and Luna."

Pain runs through my body and I fall to my knees. Tears stream down my face while he just turns away without a care in the world. I expected this the moment I found out he was my mate. He was my twin sister's boyfriend and I was merely the lowest-ranking omega in the pack.

"... I, Daisy Summers, accept your rejection..."


Daisy is the black sheep of her family, an omega born in a beta family. She is never shown love and is seen as a plain white daisy compared to her beautiful twin sister, Dahlia.

So when she turns 18, she hopes to have not only a loving mate but a wolf as well. However, she finds out her mate is the alpha of her pack, Tristian Parker. Not only is he Dahlia's boyfriend, but he's also one of her biggest bullies. After being harshly rejected, she has no choice but to accept it.

Daisy only continues to be bullied and being mentally weakened from the rejection, she takes drastic measures alerting Tristian.

Will Tristian come to love his mate? Will Daisy even let him in? Or is it too late?