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I was murdered. My body was dumped on the riverbank.
The detective leading the case is Brennan Carter — my husband. He has sworn to find the killer of this "unidentified female." He doesn't know the victim is me.
I've been missing for seven days. My colleagues and supervisors keep calling Brennan to ask where I am. Dismissing it as a tantrum, he's spent the week doing one thing: celebrating his mistress Tessa's birthday.
It wasn't until my phone turned up at the crime scene that it finally hit him — the wife he'd wished would disappear might actually be gone.

He grabs my chin forcing my head up, and then presses his lips to mine. A moan escapes from somewhere in my throat, and he growls into my mouth. His lips are soft, but punishing as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I feel completely surrounded by him. One hand is running through my hair, and the other is on my ass pulling me closer, letting me feel his arousal through my dress. He gives my ass a hard squeeze making me moan again. His hand glides up to my neck then down to the curve of my breast. I feel too hot, but I’m shivering with pleasure all over and my pussy soaks my thong...

Alaina Winter’s is a young, enthusiastic graduate desperate to prove herself. Lucas Frost is a confident, experienced self-made millionaire with a shattered heart. A mistake he vows he will not make again. Their worlds collide when Alaina becomes his new Personal Assistant and obstacles from both sides threaten their new relationship. Can they fight their way through for themselves and for each other.? Full of heat, lust and drama… can you really mix business with pleasure?

“Did you ever love me?” Summer Hayes asked her husband once.

Kieran Cross never answered.

For two years, Summer believed their marriage was revenge—cold touches, ruthless control, and silence sharp enough to wound. The billionaire boy she ignored in high school had finally made her pay for it.

Until the night he died saving her.

As their yacht sank beneath freezing waves, Kieran shoved her onto the rescue boat, blood on his lips, and mouthed the words he’d never said before:

“I love you.”

By the time Summer understood the truth, he was gone.

Three years later, destroyed by grief and PTSD, she crashes her car—and wakes up at sixteen.

This time, her mother is alive.
And Kieran is not the untouchable billionaire she remembers, but a poor scholarship student everyone overlooks.

Quiet. Exhausted. Starving himself to support his deaf little sister.

When no one offers him a seat, Summer does.

Because this lifetime, she’ll save the boy who died for her.

But falling for Kieran again may uncover the devastating truth behind the man he became—and why loving her always seems to end in tragedy.

The mafia boss chose me as his decoy—a body double for the woman he loves.

Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public.

Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her.

Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house."

The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up.

He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me."

"Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now."

Even my son took her side.

"Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!"

But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job.

When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue."

I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly.

"I'm dying."

"Marry me before I die, and after that, I will make sure your daughter will get a new heart. Just marry me, and say 'I do' in front of my parents." - SPADE CEDRIC VASILE

To fulfill his promise to his parents, Spade was prepared to marry without the binding of so-called love, just a pure contract until his dying day. Yet, would Spade still wish for death when his heart slowly fell for his wife, who wished for nothing more than for his life to be extended? Will the heavens heed his plea to prolong his days, if only to remain with the woman who ignited his desire to live?

My adopted sister, Adriana, hit and injured Hadley Brooks—the prized mistress of Hartwell’s mafia boss, Dario Salvatore—and fled the scene.
Don Salvatore gave us exactly three days. And so, my husband and my parents all turned their eyes to me: Go take the fall for her. You always know how to fix things.
I agreed.
What they didn't know was that on that very same day, my doctor had given me my own deadline: I had, at most, three days left to live.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he rasped, his voice rough with restraint.
“Then don’t hold back,” she whispered. “Not tonight.”
And he didn’t. Damon trailed kisses from her neck to her waist
His hands roaming her body like a canvas waiting for the stroke of his fingers, he worshiped her whole.
Lila moaned his name, her fingers scratching his back as she pulled him closer wanting him to consume her raw.
Damon's hands moved downwards groping her skin all the way down to her core causing Lila to release little gasps
His fingers played with her special place like a Potter caressing his vase.
He kissed her
"You are my ecstasy, I want you inside me, honey" Lila whispered in his ear.
Damon's eyes changed instantly, his wolf at the fore, she felt his length as he pressed against her still hidden in his clothes.
She tore at it ,Damon taking it off piece by piece, keeping his stare fixated on her...

A stray wolf tore open Elias's stomach, his intestines spilling out, blood staining the forest floor crimson… Damon watched helplessly as his dearest friend Elias died in his arms. From that moment on, Damon closed himself off; a part of him died.

But as a young Alpha of the Moonshade Wolf Pack, he was forced to mate with a stranger named Lila to produce an heir for the pack. Damon loathed this proposal and decided to rebel.

To his bewilderment, the moment he saw Lila, his throat tightened, a surge of heat welled up within him, and an intense desire to mate with her burned like a raging fire within him, consuming him from the inside out. He felt he might be going mad; how could he possibly crave a stranger like this?!

"You're beautiful when you're dangerous," he murmured, ice-blue eyes burning into mine as shadows writhed around my feet.
"I don't need another Alpha who thinks he owns me," I snapped, yet stepped closer, drawn by his raw power.
His hand caught my wrist, thumb tracing the silver chain marks Magnus had left. "Who dared mark what's mine?"
Heat pooled low in my stomach at his possessive words. "I'm not yours."
"Your racing pulse says otherwise." His thumb found my heartbeat, and I couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped.
"Let go," I breathed, even as I leaned into his touch.
"Make me." His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me against his hard chest. "Tell me you don't want this."
The lie died on my lips as his scent made my head spin with need.


Nephele survived two years as Magnus's captive Luna, believing she was wolfless trash. While enduring his brutality, her blood was secretly harvested by Ophelia—the woman who raised her. When she finally escapes, she learns the truth: she's the last Shadow Wolf princess, stolen as a baby. Now both want their valuable weapon back.
Half-dead in the forest, she's saved by Kaedan—the boy who once gave her an apple, now the ruthless Frost King. She won't trade one prison for another, but his touch sets her on fire and his protection feels dangerously like home.
Can a broken girl trust the king who could destroy her completely?

First of all, she wanted to abort the unborn baby without her husband's consent.

Despite having an affair with her husband before he traveled for an appointment, waking up beside her seductive and whimsical brother-in-law drove chills down her spine as she felt the wetness between her thighs.


A few months later,
Elodre's heart skipped a beat when her husband emerged in the labor world.
"You were pregnant but never told me?" He asked, gazing down at her.

"I... I... I...wanted it to be a...a surprise, honey," She stuttered, searching for rage in his ice-blue eyes.

But, God knows it wasn't a surprise, she's been trying but failed to get rid of the baby 'cause she isn't sure who the father is...

From #1 bestselling author Blake Pierce comes a heart-pounding new mystery series.In the cornfields of Nebraska a woman is found murdered, strung up on a pole, the victim of a deranged killer. It doesn’t take long for the police to realize a serial killer is on the loose—and that his spree has just begun.Detective Mackenzie White, young, tough, smarter than the aging, chauvinistic men on her local force, finds herself called in grudgingly to help solve it. As much as the other officers hate to admit it, they need her young, brilliant mind, which has already helped crack cold cases that had left them stumped. Yet even for Mackenzie this new case proves an impossible riddle, something the likes of which she—and the local force—have ever seen.With the FBI called in, together, an intense manhunt ensues. Mackenzie, reeling from her own dark past, her failed relationships, and her undeniable attraction to the new FBI agent, finds herself battling her own demons as her hunt for the killer takes her to the darkest places of her mind. As she delves into the killer’s mind, obsessing over his twisted psychology, she finds that evil truly does exist. She only hopes it will not be too late to extricate herself from it, as her entire life collapses around her.As more bodies turn up dead and a frantic race against time ensues, there is no way out but to find him before he kills again.A dark psychological thriller with heart-pounding suspense, BEFORE HE KILLS marks the debut of a riveting new series—and a beloved new character—that will leave you turning pages late into the night. Book #2 in the Mackenzie White Mystery series will be available soon. Also available by Blake Pierce is ONCE GONE (A Riley Paige mystery—Book #1), a #1 bestseller!

I was always the extra daughter in the Cross family.
To my parents, I was nothing more than a walking blood bank for Clara. To my husband Adrian, I was a sinner who needed to atone for her crimes.
When Adrian forced me to donate a kidney to my sister, I agreed.
Not only did I agree, I liquidated every asset I owned and transferred it all to my research lab.
They thought I was stupid, thought I was still desperate for their love.
But all I was doing was putting my affairs in order.
The night before the surgery, I coughed up blood all over the table.
Adrian sneered over the phone. "Cut the act, Evelyn. You'll do anything to dodge responsibility. You just want attention—how pathetic."
The surgery was a "success."
My sister got the kidney she'd always wanted.
And I died in the recovery room.
My soul floated above my body as I watched Adrian walk into the hospital room, that patronizing smile on his face, ready to put on his "repentant husband" act.
"Eve, I know you've been hurt. Let's start over..."
The only answer he got was a white sheet pulled over my face.

"No one has ever injured their eyesight from looking at the bright side" I tell him.

"Well then, I'm sorry to inform you that there's a rampant need for glasses today" he replies.


Lorraine Stuart, your not so normal typical young woman. With having to deal with the disappearance of her twin brother to trying to cope with her hot-tempered father whilst striving to find herself amidst it all. Things have definitely been difficult for her.

But what happens when she is thrown into a fake engagement with Alexander Wayne, a hazel-eyed cocky man whom she detests.

Not to worry, the feelings mutual. At least that's what they thought.

As feelings are emitted, secrets unraveled, mysteries solved, will she be able to hold herself firm?

Will those two begin to fall in love, or would it just be an engagement pact?

And most of all, would they be able to protect themselves just before the storm?

On my due date, my mate Kael locked me in the Frost Vault.
House Veyron's Hatching Law was absolute: the first dragon egg to break shell inherits the entire Emberscale empire. My sister-in-law Celine and I were both due to deliver—our egg dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother Roman's posthumous egg hatched first, Kael made his choice.
"Roman and Celine's egg must break shell first. You owe them that!" He ignored my ruptured water, ignored the agony of the egg already pressing into my birth canal, and shoved me into that dungeon built from ancient ice-dragon bones.
Then they injected me with Frostbind Serum—an ice-magic drug that freezes the life-bond between a mother dragon and her egg. I curled up on the frozen floor carved with suppression runes, feeling my child's pulse fade beat by beat, and wept.
My baby, I'm so sorry... I can't even protect you...

BLURB

“I don’t love Selena anymore. All I see is a broken shell…a barren woman.”

Those words, spoken by my husband behind the closed door of his study, were the jagged shards of glass that finally shattered my world.

For years, I endured the physical agony of ten miscarriages and five failed IVFs, believing Franklin was the anchor holding me together. I didn’t know I was actually the anchor dragging him down.

He wants a divorce.

He wants a woman who can give him the family I couldn't.

He wants to be free of the burden of a wife who is falling apart.

But Franklin doesn't know my biggest secret. It isn't just my womb that is failing; it’s my entire body.

I am dying.

Stage four cancer is aggressive, and my time is measured in hours, not years.

I could tell him the truth.

I could watch him stay out of pity, trapped by guilt for the rest of my numbered days, but I love him too much to let him become my martyr.

So, I’ve made him a deal.

I will sign the divorce papers and walk out of his life forever but first, I want twenty-one hours.

One hour for every year we’ve known each other.

One last day to pretend we are still the awkward intern and the protective man who fell in love.

He thinks he’s spending these hours saying goodbye to a woman he no longer wants.

He has no idea he’s actually saying goodbye to a woman who will be dead before the ink on our divorce papers is even dry.

Twenty-one hours of lies.

Twenty-one hours of love.

And then, I’ll let him go.

Forever

I was dying — and he was loving someone else.
I left.
Now he wants me back… but will I let him?

The moment I saw my name on that wedding invitation, I was already dead.

On Highway 23, a steel rebar had pierced straight through my chest. I was two months pregnant.

I called my fiancé Michael seventeen times. The first sixteen, he hung up without a word. On the seventeenth, his voice dripped with impatience: "Marrying Sophia is just for show. Stop making a scene."

The man who once knelt outside my family's estate for three days and nights, swearing to love me for a lifetime—he wouldn't spare me a single second more.

With my last breath, I dialed the funeral home. "I'm calling... for myself."

Flames consumed my body. My soul drifted toward the engagement banquet that should have been mine. When the killer's phone lit up, the name on the screen was Sophia...

When he destroyed my entire family, he never once thought of me.

So now, let me watch with my own eyes as this wedding becomes their funeral.

Ryan loves me deeply—at least that's what everyone says. Seven years together, we look like the perfect couple to outsiders. But only I know he's betrayed me three times.

The first time was three years ago. His brother died saving him, leaving behind his widow Sophia—Ryan's unforgettable first love. He married her behind my back. When I found out, I completely fell apart. I have dignity. I refuse to be the other woman. I wanted to leave, but he begged on his knees. "This is just to take care of my sister-in-law. Once I find the truth about my brother's death, I'll divorce her. Then we can get married."

I believed him. I forgot that a man never lets go of a lost love he's gotten back.

The second time was at last year's company anniversary. In front of everyone, he introduced Sophia as his wife. I watched them on stage, a knife through my heart. That night he explained, "It's just for show. Once everything's over, we can be together."

I believed him again.

The third time was two weeks ago. Surveillance footage showed Ryan with Sophia entering a hotel room. I rushed to confront him, but heard her voice outside his office. "Ryan, I'm pregnant. It's your baby."

Through the crack in the door, I see him hesitate. In that instant I understand.

He's going to keep her.

He spots me and rushes out in a panic. "It was an accident! Let me explain! After she has the baby, I'll give her money and make her leave. She won't be in our lives anymore!"

In that moment, I finally wake up. There will be no future for us.

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.

The world ended the day the machines the humans created decided humanity was no longer necessary.

Within hours, cities fell to ruin and governments vanished. And what remained of humankind was forced to live in underground bunkers and hide on mountains. Fractured colonies are soon formed as the autonomous killers ruled the surface.

Betrayed by his girlfriend and best friend, Karl Arden was supposed to die with them. He watches his sister go before humans expects to meet nothing.

Instead, he wakes up five years before it all begins.

Armed with memories of a future soaked in blood and betrayal, and bound to a mysterious system no one else can see, Karl realizes something terrifying—this time, the apocalypse is not following history.

It’s accelerating.

And worse… it’s aware of him.

As machines begin to evolve faster than they should, and familiar faces start turning into enemies, Karl must rise through a world that is collapsing earlier than fate intended and face his betrayer, a man no longer human.

Seven years ago I gave up my inheritance and went door to door with Nolan—a broke director shooting street documentaries—my belly out to here, begging investors to take a chance on him.

Everyone said I'd thrown my life away on him.

Seven years later he's a name everyone knows. And Emily, the first love who walked out when he had nothing, is back in Chicago with her daughter.

That afternoon I came home early and heard him pull five-year-old Ivy into his arms: "You can't ever tell Mom that Daddy and Emily are having a fake wedding."

"But Daddy, Mom will be so sad..."

"Say one word and Daddy won't love you anymore. Got it?"

Her little shoulders shook as she nodded, and nodded.

Out in the hallway, I couldn't even be bothered to cry.

I dialed the number I'd kept blocked for seven years. "Dad—can the family plane still come get me and Ivy?"

Nolan, what you lost wasn't a housewife you could push around. You threw away the only person who ever made you her whole world.

Sean Turner kissed his childhood sweetheart, Mia Moore, right in front of me.
He said he married me for benefits, not love.
He even tried to force me to give Mia my heart.
I agreed.
But after the transplant surgery, he regretted it—while I smiled.

Do you know what a truly hopeless life is like? I was born with a visual impairment, and my mother heartlessly abandoned me.
When I finally married Chris, the man I had secretly loved for ten years, my mother married me off to a seventy-year-old man instead.
Chris said in a wrathful voice, "I will make you pay fot this deception."
During our three years of marriage, I profoundly experienced the punishment Chris inflicted on me.
He made me endure humiliation and loneliness, forcing me to watch him be intimate with other women. Everyone laughed at me, trampling my dignity underfoot.
One day, Chris coldly said to me, "My real wife has returned. Let's get a divorce."
At the same time, I discovered I was pregnant…
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The meeting happens where no one expects something to begin: a hospital room. From there, a delicate connection is born, woven from simple conversations, unexpected laughter, and silences filled with meaning.

What begins as something light transforms into care, desire, and choice. But loving requires courage, especially when the future is frightening.

A story about allowing oneself to feel.

And about discovering that, sometimes, love arrives to teach you how to live.

They called him the Ashborn, not just a title, but a mockery.

In the divine order of the Aurealis Academy, where angels trained, ranked, and rose according to the purity of their light, Elias Vorne was the standing joke. No wings fully formed at sixteen. No light is strong enough to pass a standard test. The weakest initiative in three centuries of recorded history, they said, which was not the kind of record anyone wanted to hold.

He had heard it so many times, he had stopped flinching.

"Nothing. Again."

The Seraph Commander's voice was flat as a blade laid on a table. Around the testing hall, two hundred initiates watched Elias pull his hand back from the sacred flame that had burned bright gold for every student before him and produced, for him, nothing at all. Not a flicker, nor a glow, nor even the faint warmth that the weakest angels managed.

His palm had come back cold.

"Perhaps Ashborn needs another year."

The laughter was not unkind, exactly. It was the laughter of people who had stopped taking something seriously. Elias stood in front of two hundred divine initiates and let it wash over him the way he had learned to, like water over stone. You cannot erode stone with laughter. You cannot break what has been decided; it will not break.

What none of them knew, what Elias himself did not know, was why the flame went cold when he touched it.

Not because he had no power, but because what lived inside him was not light.

Somewhere in the city beyond the Academy walls, a woman with ink-dark eyes and the patient stillness of someone who had been waiting a very long time looked up from her work and felt the moment the seal shifted.

Ten years ago, I sat in the witness stand and told the court my beloved Uncle Arthur was a monster.

My testimony sent him away for twenty years and made my father Robert a hero.

For a decade, I lived inside the perfect world my father built around me — safe and warm and suffocating. Then one afternoon, digging through boxes in the basement, I found Buster's old collar. My golden retriever. The dog I'd made myself forget.

The memory hit like a freight train.

The man in the dark had clamped his hand over my mouth, and I could smell him now — peppermint and cologne, thick and choking. I saw Buster lunge at him. Saw the man's boot connect with the dog's ribs.

But Uncle Arthur was deathly allergic to dogs. He couldn't get near Buster without his throat closing up.

If it wasn't Arthur that night — then who the hell was it?

On the night my grandmother died, my husband Kael came home trailing blood.
His leather motorcycle jacket was soaked dark red, yet he flashed a savage grin: "I wiped the floor with those bastards tonight!"
For three years, he had treated our home as nothing more than a pit stop between reckless street races.
I’d finally had enough. "After the funeral, we're getting a divorce."
Before the words fully left my mouth, my phone rang. It was his riding partner, Lunn, his voice choking with sobs: "Sera... Kael drove off the cliff tonight. They only recovered bloody pieces of his helmet!"
But the "dead man" was standing right in front of me...

Six days after Alexander lost all contact, I navigated my way alone to the Nightfall Gala to find him.

The guard's expression twisted into something peculiar when he heard my purpose.

"You're saying you are looking for your mate, Prince Alexander? And what is your name?"

"I am Cecilia."

The guard let out a harsh, mocking snort. "Stop causing a scene! A blind beggar trying to pull a scam? Don't think you can just impersonate her just because you know the name of the Prince's mate."

"Everyone knows the Prince just gifted Cecilia the millennia-old Abyssal Night Crystal to celebrate her pregnancy! What the hell are you?"

Just then, the giant LED screen cut to the Gala's live broadcast.

"Allow me to formally introduce my partner, Cecilia. Furthermore, she is expecting. Our family is about to welcome a new heir." It was Alexander's voice.

"Thank you all. This is the greatest gift Alexander and I could ever receive."

The moment that sweet, timid voice echoed through the hall, a string violently snapped in my brain. A sharp ringing pierced my eardrums.

—It was the voice of my twin sister, Elena.

I'm dead.

Died that rainy night, desperate because I couldn't scrape together five thousand dollars to save my dog.

Liam laughed at me over the phone—my childhood friend told me to quit the sob story. His new girlfriend Sarah said I should get on my knees and beg if I wanted her to toss me some scraps. They had no idea every dollar I owed those loan sharks was to cover up Liam's hit-and-run.

My dog died. So I jumped into Black Lake.

It wasn't until they pulled my body from the water that Liam found the surveillance footage in that tin box and realized what a massive mistake he'd made. Then he snapped, dragging Sarah and everyone else who killed me down into the depths, one by one.

Too bad it was already too late.

Ellie has always felt like an outsider, drowning in loneliness and losing herself to grief, as she watches her mother battle a terminal illness and her father drift further away. She has never felt more alone—until the night she meets him.

Liam—a handsome stranger with eyes that hold centuries of pain. From the moment their paths cross, Ellie feels an unexplainable pull toward him, as if they have met in another life, in another time.

Liam is no ordinary boy—he is a vampire, cursed to wander the earth in search of vengeance against the monster who stole his family. He has lived lifetimes in solitude, believing love was something only mortals could afford, a luxury he would never know again.

But Ellie awakens something in him—something beyond bloodlust, beyond fate itself. She makes him feel human again. She makes him want to stay.

Their love is intoxicating, desperate, and doomed, a love neither of them fully understands. His warmth and touch, she always yearned for, her kisses and caresses always brought relieve to him.

But as Liam’s enemies close in and Ellie’s fragile world crumbles, they are forced to confront the cruel truth: their time is running out. Loving Liam means risking everything—her soul, her mortality, and the thin thread of life she has left to hold onto.

But some loves are worth dying for.

And some are worth living for, even in the darkness.

When the final battle comes, will fate tear them apart, or will love rewrite destiny itself?

Dr. Mara Venn had survived twelve years in trauma medicine by trusting what she could prove: blood pressure, pupil response, scan results, time of death.

Then blue letters appeared in the air outside Mercy Gate Medical Center, warning her not to enter an operating room.

The patient was already dead.

The surgery was a trap.

And if Mara went back inside, a powerful hospital family would bury a man's death under her name.

Presley Duval had a nickname for me all through high school. Two-Twenty.
Because at sixteen I weighed 220 pounds.
Thirteen years later she rented out a private beach in Cabo for our class reunion. One rule. Every woman had to show up in a bikini.
She made a point of sending me one.
By the time I got there her phone was already up on a tripod, live. 370,000 people watching.
"She's actually gonna show?" someone asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Presley smiled into the camera. "I had the hotel set aside an extra-large changing tent just for her. Wouldn't want her scaring the other guests when she takes her clothes off."
Everyone around her cracked up.
"I got her a gift, too."
She lifted a pink bag off her chair and pulled out a neon pink bikini. It took two people, one on each end, just to hold it stretched out.
"3XL. I called the company. That's the biggest they make. If it still snaps, that's not on me."
A row of phones went up.
"Don't laugh." She hung the bikini over the back of the chair. "Two-Twenty's had it rough. If I hadn't stayed on her about her weight back then, who knows if she'd even be able to walk through that door today."
"Oh, and I invited someone from Meridian." She lifted her chin. "So certain people can see what a real body looks like. Instead of copying models online and embarrassing themselves."
What she didn't know was that the big shot she kept name-dropping worked for me.
I walked down the boardwalk and stopped right in front of her.
"Where's the tent?"

In a world of Elementals, Fire and Ice must never meet; touching is forbidden… and deadly.
Asher Lauigne grew up in a home where everyone called him a monster and lived his whole life in fear of his fire powers. He has never felt true love or happiness, and when his parents finally got tired of him and dropped him off at an academy for freak kids like him, he thinks his life is over without realizing his journey has only begun. Xavi Vael is ice-cold, composed, and untouchable… yet intoxicating. He is tasked by the principal to befriend and manipulate Asher, but then finds himself intrigued and attracted to Asher despite knowing it’s forbidden. When fate forces them together at the academy, every stolen glance, every brush of skin ignites a forbidden desire neither can resist.
But lust has a price. Power, betrayal, and a deadly virus threaten to tear them apart. To survive, they must break every rule, defy every law, and surrender to the fire and frost consuming them.
One touch. One kiss. One sin that could destroy them or awaken a power the world has never seen.
Touch him, melt him… and risk it all.

The second the avalanche came down, I called my mate. Karl. Captain of the Pack Guard's First Squad.

He dug me out, carried me onto the helicopter, and told the pilot to take off before the second rescue team even got there.

He didn't know Delilah was buried in the same slide. The girl he'd never gotten over.

By the time they reached her, she'd been under the snow for three hours in twenty below.

Karl stood in the morgue all night.

He came back the next day and just gave me a small smile. "It wasn't your fault. You were carrying our pup. Of course you came first."

For a month after that, he was gentler than he'd ever been. He cleared his schedule to take me to every checkup. Cooked for me himself. Put the crib together, the dresser too. Every single thing in the nursery lined up exactly right.

I thought that avalanche had finally buried Delilah. That it had given him back to me.

Until the day I went into labor.

He sent every doctor and nurse out of the delivery room. There was a silver scalpel in his hand.

The moment he cut me open, I saw the red in his eyes.

Our pup was still crying, small and weak, and he never even looked. He threw us both into the incinerator.

"If it weren't for you, Delilah would still be alive. Your life for hers."

Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the moment the avalanche hit.

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

My husband, Callum, never loved me. On our wedding night, he panted another woman’s name.
For five years, I endured a cold, loveless marriage. The only reason I held on was my daughter, Tessa.
But on the eve of her fourth birthday, Callum went behind my back and personally delivered her to his mistress Seraphina's underground lab.
The moment my daughter was drained of her blood and her heart stopped beating on that operating table, he was drinking champagne with Seraphina to celebrate their success.
From the moment I walked out of the crematorium holding Tessa’s freezing urn, the submissive wife I used to be died.

To marry me, my fiancé Sebastian Knight said he wanted his childhood friend Isabella to be our surrogate.

I agreed. Because I couldn't have children, and the Knight family desperately needed an heir.

After Isabella "successfully" got pregnant, Sebastian became a completely different person. He started making her nutritious meals, accompanying her to prenatal appointments, even memorizing every food she disliked.

Yet he couldn't even remember my birthday.

Two weeks before our wedding, I received an anonymous email.

The video on the screen made me understand everything in an instant—Sebastian and Isabella were in bed together.

So this was his "surrogacy plan."

I, his fiancée, was just the last fool to find out.

I canceled all the wedding arrangements, tore up the wedding dress, and threw away the ring.

On our original wedding day, Isabella gave birth to his son in the delivery room, while I was already sitting in first class on a flight abroad.

Sebastian, this time I'M the one leaving YOU.

Emerald thought that she and Jace Higginson were divorced. After five years, she returns to the country to collaborate with his company and eventually takes her revenge. What will she do when she sees a different Jace, making her uneasy whenever they meet? What would she do when her supposed ex-husband was still her husband because he didn't file the divorce? Will Emerald give Jace his rights to their son whom she conceived before she left?
Find out how Emerald will try to fight her own feelings towards Jace and his eagerness to win her back as she tries to find her nanny who will eventually unfold her true identity.

In the extreme cold of the apocalypse, I was bound to the Seraphim's Flame, gaining access to the tycoon's bunker.
My good brother Luke was so jealous he went mad and killed me with a single blow.
Reborn, Luke stole the "Seraphic Flame" and, like throwing away trash, kicked another dark, ugly stone to my feet.
He didn't know—Redstone was a blood-sucking evil, while Blackstone was the true god-level talent.
When the deathly gale of minus seventy degrees swept across the world, I activated the [Dimensional Fortress] of infinite space.
Tons of munitions, mountains of supplies, overwhelming heavy firepower…
I will stand on the frozen wasteland and watch that bastard, step by step, become the human battery I need.

"If anything happens to Willow or her baby, you’ll wish you were never born."

Elias’s voice was a blade to my chest. I watched the woman he loved—his mistress—lying in a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. I didn't push her. She fell trying to grab me, trying to gloat about the child growing inside her. But he didn't care.

He cradled her broken body like she was precious glass, leaving his wife standing in the cold. He didn't know I was pregnant too. He didn't know that while he prayed for his mistress's bastard, he was destroying the mother of his legitimate heir.

I touched my flat stomach, tears freezing on my face as the ambulance lights painted us in red. He looked at me with pure hatred, a look that killed the last ember of my love.

"I'll sign the divorce papers, Elias," I whispered to the empty air as he rode away with her. "But you'll never see this baby. You chose the wrong child to save."

My father said an honest man can't run a farm. My brother called me nothing but a burden. My ex-girlfriend dropped her engagement ring into a glass of champagne and handed it back to me. They all thought I was worthless. None of them knew I'd been reborn, and had stockpiled five years' worth of supplies in the cold storage. When the blizzard hit, the walkie-talkie crackled to life. I heard their cries and the unspoken thoughts swirling inside their heads. Really? You're still trying to scheme against me right now?

36 weeks pregnant, I was thrown into the dungeon by my own husband.

When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.

They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.

All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.

I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.

I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."

He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."

Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.

I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.

Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.

But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:

"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"

In my past life , I was delivering supplies in the scorching heat of the apocalypse , only to have my ex-wife 's lover smash my head with a stick.
daughter, whom I've spoiled for sixteen years, looked at me with disgust: "Pretending to be a good girl is disgusting. Kill him and take his supplies."
When she opened her eyes again, her daughter had been reborn.
She cried and clung to my legs, begging to be taken in, all to trick me into believing she was building a shelter.
I decided to play along, spending all my savings to build her a top-of-the-line temperature-controlled fortress, and then "meticulously" teaching her the secrets of switching on the electric grid.
As the apocalypse arrives, the ex-wife and her lover launch a night raid on the high wall.
my daughter pressed the switch, trying to let her father in and kick me out the door.
The next second, with a loud "boom," the multi-million-volt high-voltage power grid was instantly activated !
The daughter collapsed in the control room, trembling : "Why is the switch upside down?!"

Five years into living with my stepbrother Gideon, the scholarship girl he sponsored moved into our house.
To repay his "generosity," she made a habit of slipping into his bed at night. By day, she took it upon herself to "fix" my antisocial, withdrawn personality.
Three days before St. George Prep's graduation ceremony, she brought me a glass of juice wearing that nauseating sugar-sweet smile.
"You know, Charlotte, your peanut allergy is probably psychosomatic. You just need some exposure therapy. Let me help you get over it."
That night, my throat closed completely. She'd deliberately laced my drink with concentrated peanut extract.
I convulsed on the cold hardwood floor, vision tunneling as oxygen fled my lungs.
In the last second before darkness swallowed me whole, I clawed desperately toward the half-open door.
Standing in the hallway were my boyfriend Dylan and my stepbrother Gideon.
They simply watched me suffocate. Then Gideon calmly reached out and shut the door.
I died from anaphylactic shock.
Three months later, as a ghost tethered to this world, I watched her stride onto Stanford's campus. Wearing my clothes. Carrying my acceptance letter. Burning through my trust fund.
Through the crowd, I saw Gideon—my ice-cold, unreachable stepbrother—gently cradle her face and press his lips to hers.
Then I gasped awake.
I was back. Three days before graduation.

Kiesha Jones is a smart teenager girl who craves peace and tranquility. She is different from all the other girls in school. She focuses more on her studies rather than attempting to enter in a romantic relationship. She believes that being in a relationship can destroy the future and she is afraid she might not pursue her dreams for her family. She promised herself to control his feelings whenever there’s a guy whom she liked most in the future. As time goes by, Kiesha met a man. She doesn’t know that this man secretly admires her long time ago. But it only brings into Kiesha’s confusion until she reached her thirties. They already haven’t seen each other for so long. Still, she cannot find her true love until she asked herself, “What does true love really means?”. She is wondering if someone really likes her. Will the guy be able to show up again? Does he really love Kiesha or just playing games?

Rule #1: Never accept a gift you can’t afford.

When my boyfriend proposed with a stolen blue diamond and vanished overnight, he left me at the mercy of lethal debt collectors.

Out of options and out of time, I signed a rescue contract with my powerful billionaire boss, Damian Wolfe.

He gave me safety. He gave me protection. He gave me a ring.

But protection in Damian’s world comes with a terrifying price. Behind his flawless smile and endless wealth lies a web of dangerous lies—and the lingering feeling that my nightmare was no accident.

I thought I was rescued. I didn't realize I had just walked willingly into the deadliest trap of all.

She was eight months pregnant when he stripped her in a bar full of strangers.

Her baby came early that night. Silent. Still.
He crushed it under his heel and called it garbage.

Then he took her eyes. No anesthesia. Just a scalpel and the other woman's name on his lips.

For three years, he used her broken body — to punish, to breed, to satisfy cravings no one else could touch. She stopped counting the times she bled on his sheets.

But he never asked if the video was real.

It wasn't.
The woman he worships murdered his mother and framed the girl he just destroyed.
And the child he crushed? Every matching chromosome was his.

The truth is coming for him.
He will beg. He will crawl. He will kiss the feet of the woman whose eyes he carved out.

The only question: will she still be alive to watch him fall?

let a stranger destroy me in a hotel room.

Two days later, I walked into my internship and found him sitting behind the CEO's desk.

Now I fetch coffee for the man who made me moan, and he acts like I’m the one who crossed a line.


It started with a dare. It ended with the one man she should never want.

June Alexander didn’t plan to sleep with a stranger. But on the night she celebrates landing her dream internship, a wild dare leads her into the arms of a mysterious man. He’s intense, quiet, and unforgettable.

She thought she’d never see him again.
Until she walks into her first day at work—
And finds out he’s her new boss.
The CEO.

Now June has to work under the man she shared one reckless night with. Hermes Grande is powerful, cold, and completely off-limits. But the tension between them won’t go away.

The closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep her heart and their secrets safe.

Michael Angelo, the man Aurora loved with all her heart, was also her worst bully and her short-tempered boss.
It wasn't her fault she was fat, but he sang how fat she was to her ear every day at the slightest provocation. She withstood the insult just to be close to the man she loves. When her boss accidentally heard heartfelt confession of love, he rejected and humiliated her in the most embarrassing way possible.
She quitted her job to save her face from further embarrassment, with a broken heart.
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Months after making her fat ugly secretary quit the job, Michael Angelo met someone who looks just like her, but hotter and sexier. And worst still, she was working for his worst enemy.
One goal was fixated in his mind; he must have her back, but Aurora was a woman on a mission.