103 Book(s) Related to margot frank

Running away from a forced marriage and right into the arms of a wild creature, Jade’s luck failed her yet again. Deciding at thye last minute that she’d rather die than stay married to a psychopath who had lost his mate, she made a last minute decision of fleeing which she ended up regretting.

Markov, a wild lycan creature who has been trapped in his beast form for hundreds of years. Alphas had tried over the years to eliminate him, but he had killed every single one of them. A cold blooded vicious beast who loses his mind once in his beast form. When he finds out that the woman whom he had almost killed in the woods was his mate, his sanity returned instantly.
She was the solution to his problems and also his doom. His curse would finally end, but only if she would be his.

Running from her past, Jade ends up running into her scary future. Can a man like Markov ever be tamed? Could she love a beast who has lost his sanity? Even after finding out that he had killed her parents in cold blood?
Will her love save Markov, or would her revenge end him?


“You can’t run from your fate, little rabbit. No matter how fast you run, I will catch you. You can hide, but I will find you. You might as well come with me willingly, and let us be done with this cat and mouse game. The choice is yours, my little Jade. The choice is yours...” His words sent down her spine, his deep baritone voice a promise of his deadly threats.

I saw a post on Reddit, "Urgent! How do I convince my wife to donate bone marrow to my mistress?"

I scoffed and typed back, "What a piece of shit."

Right after I hit send, my husband came home. He grasped my hand, his voice shaky: "You have leukemia... but it's okay, we found a donor."

His right eye twitched—he always did that when he lied.

Then I remembered the worst comment on that post, "Trick your wife into thinking she's the patient."

Life imitating the internet, apparently.

He wanted to harvest my bone marrow for someone else.

When I finally saw his mistress's face, my world fell apart.

I never thought his mistress would be her......

After being brought home by my biological parents, I thought I'd finally get the love I'd been missing.

But no matter what I did, they only blamed me for bullying my adopted sister. My husband would just look at me with disgust.

They thought I was cruel and evil. When my adopted sister was diagnosed with leukemia, they forced me to donate bone marrow to her.

I was forced to eat and exercise, gaining twenty pounds in half a month.

My adopted sister suddenly looked at me and said, "Sis, to tell you the truth, I don't have leukemia at all. I'm just playing with you. When you die on the operating table, I'll be with your husband."

I felt so sick I wanted to die.

But I couldn't die.

I had to survive.

I had to crawl out of this hell alive!

When 18-year-old Sienna's dad remarries, she ends up living with 19-year-old Jaxon; her new stepbrother. He's broody, quiet, and always seems one step ahead.
They clash right away, turning every little thing into a battle. But as tension builds, their rivalry starts to blur into something else.
Something neither of them expected or are supposed to feel. And once that line is crossed... there's no going back.

#Daily updates!

Blurb:

We're playing a dangerous game, sneaking around in a place where we could easily be caught. I think that's part of the thrill .

One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters.
A company policy: no dating of work colleagues.

A passion unresistable.

Blurb:

This year has been real harsh , seems like am kinda jinxed or something. I know you might think I'm just making things up but seriously, it's true.Am like a Walking talking ticking hot mess!

Not only does my name literally means "unfortunate," but that's the story of my life.
Everything I touch suddenly turns to crap.

Moved out of the studio I shared with my ex for cheating -means I'm living back at home with my teenage like parents,with me acting like the grown up adult .

Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Damien Boyce to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully start afresh.

Ahem.
On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.

Am like his secretary, pretty sure it's a simple task .
Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but dangerous and sexy smiles added with a hot sexy desire.
Now, nothing is easy–except this sudden scorching burn of mutual attraction
But he’s my boss!

you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure:

It never ends well.

Except am I willing to risk losing my job.

it’s just not worth it?

Or is it?

“Hate me all you want, Mackenzie…”
His lips brushed her ear, low and lethal. “But you’ll still beg to be ruined by me.”

She took his future with a single photo.
Now he wants everything from her—body, mind, control.

Mackenzie Lanka thought college would be her fresh start. New campus. New name. A shot at the internship of a lifetime. But when the dark, dangerous boy from her past reappears with a smile sharp enough to draw blood, everything unravels.

Tony “Anaga” Zacks—the ex-golden boy turned walking scandal—has one goal: make Mackenzie his. Not because he’s forgiven her, but because revenge tastes better when it’s slow… and dirty.

His deal is simple.
Pretend to be his girlfriend. Obey the rules. Don’t fall for the enemy.

But nothing about Tony is simple. Not his touch. Not his demands. And especially not the way he breaks her down with a look and sets her on fire with a single word.

Every kiss is punishment.
Every lie is layered in lust.
Every time she says no, her body says please.

As secrets bleed into obsession and the line between hate and want disappears, Mackenzie’s not sure if she’s his puppet… or his prize.

And the worst part? She might just love the pain he brings.

This isn’t a love story.
It’s a war of hearts, heat, and control.
And someone’s going to surrender naked.


You Ruined My Life, Now Be My Girlfriend—where hate fucks hard and love might not survive it.

She was once his wife. Now she's his biggest secret and maybe his only chance at redemption.
Five years ago, Bella Quinn walked away from a toxic marriage and a powerful man, broken but resolute.
She found solace in Boston, raising their daughter alone, shielding her from the world and the painful truths of the past.
But when fate, in the guise of an anonymous commission, throws her back into Jason Reed's orbit, the carefully constructed walls around her heart begin to crumble.
Buried secrets erupt, and the unfinished love that once burned so brightly smolders hotter than ever.
Jason, a cold and formidable CEO, unknowingly haunted by the love he lost, now wants answers, a closure he never received.
Bella, fierce and independent, desperately wants to protect her secret and finally lay the past to rest. But the past has teeth, a venomous history of lies and betrayals and someone far more dangerous is out to destroy them both.
As their lives irrevocably intertwine again, amidst corporate scandals, hidden agendas, and shocking revelations, can a love scarred by deceit survive the truth that will change everything they thought they knew?

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

My boss sucks me masterfully. I can feel his tongue penetrating me, he alternates between his fingers and tongue as he makes me hornier and wetter.


I sit on his lap with my legs spread around his hips and our kiss becomes more intense and my intimate area throbs with excitement. I can feel his completely hard member next to me, right next to my completely soaked intimate area.

During the kiss, I start to roll on top of him and moan slightly. He then starts to bite my chin and goes down kissing my neck... Finally, he reaches my breasts and squeezes them. Then he takes off my blouse and starts sucking my breasts intensely...

And at that moment, I simply forget everything, my conscience has lost the battle to pleasure... And to hell with my conscience!


Elizabeth is a young woman who lost her father and had to take on the role of maid in the home of a wealthy businessman to support her sick mother and younger sister. She didn't expect to fall in love with her boss, a man with a troubled marriage, trapped in a secret that could destroy him. Elizabeth and her boss are living a forbidden romance, full of passion, drama and danger that could destroy their lives. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles and stay together? Or will fate tear them apart forever? Can a relationship that started out the wrong way work?

He’s ruthless, calculating, and driven by vengeance. She’s warmth, light, and everything he never dared to want.

For years, his only focus has been revenge—love was never in the equation. But when he's tasked with protecting his best friend’s little sister, the walls he’s built begin to crumble.

She finds good in everyone, even the man who warns her to stay away. He’s cold, possessive, and dangerously addictive. Yet, despite every warning, she falls for the one person who could break her beyond repair.

Because when love and obsession collide, the fallout is anything but predictable.

In a world of powerful werewolves, Aurora was the one who didn't fit the mold - a forgotten omega, hiding from the shadows. But one fiery night, the notorious playboy Alpha, Lucian Vaughn, crashed into her world, igniting a blaze of passion and fury.

Their worlds collided, and they discovered the unthinkable: they're fated mates.

Aurora's icy walls crumbled, and her darkest secrets began to unravel. Lucian, the man she loathed, was now her everything. As deadly threats close in, she must choose between surrendering to their forbidden bond or risk losing herself forever.

Can their love be the anchor that saves them, or will it be their ultimate downfall?

Rejecting him won't be easy... but surviving without him might be impossible.

Berlin Fractured -- The Complete Series This series will transport you into the aftermath of World War Two, into a Berlin in ruins. Three friends, Marlene, Bruni and Zara are trying to eek out a living amidst the rubble. Join them on their journey to love and happiness, while whitnessing the growing tensions between the victorious Allied Powers and the beginning of the Cold War.

In the heart of the Amazon, Maria is a talented photographer passionate about nature. One night, while exploring a forbidden area of the forest, she encounters Alex, a wounded and disoriented young man who reveals himself to be a werewolf. Determined to break the curse that plagues him, Maria and Alex embark on an emotional journey in search of the true love that will set him free. Facing obstacles and unraveling dark secrets, Maria discovers her own powers as a descendant of healers, becoming the key to uncovering the mystery. With courage and true love, they confront enemies and navigate the forest, proving the power of love in "Under the Crimson Moon".

All it took was a promise, a promise to help him and do everything in her power to assist him when he needed it.
A poor soul with not a single asset to her name; for the man she unconditionally fell in love with at first sight, she made a promise, a promise that landed her in a pit.

A pit that he painstakingly dug for her and a pit into which she willingly fell.

She buried her parents, shedding tears of blood as the only family she had left was gone. She was left alone in a brutal world but that wasn’t the scary fact. She was a cursed individual who has to live forever without dying.
The curse of immortality will force her to live and watch her beloved ones dying, while she remains powerless to stop it.
A woman who has a cold heart and is not moved by anything, will her heart be moved by the disciple she took in?
Will she be able to finally open her heart to someone and love like any other person?
Will she be able to break the curse plaguing her?

She thought she was loved at first, but she soon realized that wasn't the case. She was nothing more than a duplicate, a doppelganger, and a stand-in for them. And when the original reappeared, she had no choice but to vanish......
He thought he'd spend the rest of his damned life alone, in pain and loneliness, until she delivered herself to him on a silver platter one day.
He will do anything to have her in his arms, even if it means denying her many identities. To have him by her side, she will shed her adversary's blood and bury whoever threatens her happiness.
They will defy the heavens and fight against the world to be together

If she had known that her life was going to change while performing her duties as a maid, she wondered what would have changed if she had not went there in the first place?
Her life took a drastic change when fate smiled upon her. Her life changed when she was chosen to become the bride of the prince and it even intensified when secrets started coming out.
How will Talia settle with her new life? Will she be able to easily accept all of this or run away with her tail between her legs?

A young lesbian girl find herself entangled with a legend that she never asked for. With everything that is happening in her life, can she be able to find love she thinks she doesn't deserve or will she be able to gain recognition from a family that looks down upon her or unravel the conspiracy within her cult and obtain total supremacy?

I loved Callum Crane for five years. He said I didn't fit. Then he proposed — to my sister.
The same night, his brother called me with the most insane idea I've ever heard: marry him instead. Same day. Same venue. Right across the hall from my ex and my sister's ceremony.
I said yes. Not because I loved Emrys Crane. Because I'd rather set the whole thing on fire than sit in a pew and watch.
Here's the thing about revenge marriages, though. They're supposed to be fake.
Nobody told Emrys.
The man had a wrench set in his truck that only fit my grandmother's machine — bought years before I ever spoke to him. He'd been sneaking looks through my workshop window so often the stone wore down. He fixed my motorcycle three times and never mentioned it. He remembered that I stared at a piece of almond brittle for ten seconds once, and bought it for me weeks later.
Seven years. He'd been in love with me for seven years. Said nothing. Did everything.
And Callum? The man who told me I didn't fit?
He showed up at my orchard with an apology and a folder full of evidence against my sister, begging for a second chance.
I looked him in the eye and said: "Too late. Wrong harvest."
He tried five more times. It only got worse for him.

Nine and a half million followers. Penthouse in LA. More money than I ever dreamed possible.
I built my empire teaching people to transform themselves, to become beautiful despite their scars. What I never told them was why I needed to learn that skill in the first place.
Then she slides into my DMs: "OMG ScarlettGlow! We went to high school together! Your biggest fan here!"
Madison Blackwell. The golden girl who made my teenage years hell.
She has no clue that ScarlettGlow is actually Scarlett Murphy—the "nobody" she tortured until I disappeared senior year. Now she's broke, desperate, and literally begging me for attention.
I'm staring at her across this overpriced Beverly Hills restaurant, watching her panic over an eight-hundred-dollar guest fee while I casually pull out my black Amex.
The girl who once said I'd never amount to anything is now desperately trying to impress me.
Should I tell her who I really am?

I spent ten years following Ashton around like it was my job. He said jump, I jumped. He said he was hungry, I went and made him a sandwich. His homework, his fights, his messes — I handled all of it. I thought that's what being close to someone meant.
Then at the fall pep rally, in front of two thousand people, he strapped me to a platform, blasted me with paint, and let his girlfriend laugh at me through a megaphone.
I was the punchline. I threw up on camera. The video went viral before I even hit the ground.
So I did the one thing nobody expected — I vanished. New school, new city, new number. Every trace of him, gone.
I thought that was the end of it.
But Ashton doesn't let go of what he thinks is his. And what he's willing to do to drag me back? I wasn't even close to ready for that.

At 2:17 AM, six weeks postpartum, new mom Harper thought she was just responding to her baby's crying. Instead, she discovered her husband Kieran and their live-in nanny Anya in the most intimate embrace—right beside her daughter's crib.
In her most vulnerable moment, in what should have been the safest space in her home, the two people she trusted most were betraying everything sacred about motherhood and marriage. Worse yet, they thought she was just another "baby-brained" mom who would never catch on.

They seriously underestimated what a mother is capable of.

When Harper finds that mysterious $300 Victoria's Secret charge on their shared account, when she discovers Kieran's handwritten love notes hidden in Anya's room, when she overhears them mocking her "annoying" middle-of-the-night feedings—she realizes it's time to show them what a real "burning sensation" feels like.

So the next time they tried to sneak around, Harper secretly swapped out their lube for her own special blend.

If you want to play with fire, let me show you what burning really feels like.

Thirteen years. That's how long I loved Reid Holloway.
When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.

I was kidnapped at five. Found at sixteen. Dead at nineteen.
My parents are top transplant surgeons. The night I was murdered, they were saving my sister's life with a "legally sourced" donor heart. They signed the paperwork themselves.
That heart was mine. Cut from my chest while I was still breathing.
The sister they saved? She's the one who handed me to the killer.
For three years I lived under their roof. They slapped me for things she did. They called me ungrateful when I couldn't donate a kidney I'd already lost. They forgot my birthday to throw her a party.
And when I went missing, they didn't look for me. Dad said, "Even if she dies out there, she has no one to blame but herself."
He was right. I did die out there. And he's the one who signed off on what happened next.

I spent two years quietly building something I thought was worth building.
Full recovery support after birth, someone checking in on meals, leave approved the moment you asked for it. I worked out a deal with the best facility in the city and covered the difference myself, out of my own account. Not a cent of company money.
I did it because I'd watched a good employee disappear from the company the year she got pregnant. No announcement. Her desk just cleared out one day.
Then one of them posted about it.
She called it surveillance. A golden cage. The comment section called me a predator. By morning it was trending.
Here's what none of them knew: not a single dollar of that program belonged to the company.
So I listened to what they wanted and gave them exactly that.
I shut the whole thing down.

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

Our plane went down on a deserted island. The boat fit two. My fiancé Callum was the only one who could drive it.
In my last life, he chose me — and left his childhood sweetheart Vesper behind. She didn't survive. He spent five years making sure I knew it was my fault. Every day I breathed was a day she couldn't. When I held a knife to my throat to get a divorce, he drove us both into the sea.
Now I'm back. Same island, same wreckage, same choice.
This life, I said: "Take Vesper."
The relief on his face — the way his whole body unclenched — told me everything five years of marriage never did.
He promised he'd come back for me. He didn't look back once.
I knew I had to save myself. But the bear — the same one that ate Vesper in my last life — reached the crash site before I could move.

My best friend could charm any man alive. I just didn't know how — not until it was too late.
Every boyfriend I ever had, she'd get close, turn on that pull of hers, and wait. They always fell. Then she'd send me the proof with the same sweet line: "Babe, you should be thanking me. I just saved you from another cheater."
Five boyfriends. Five "loyalty tests." Five relationships she destroyed and called it a favor.
I ran. Started over in a new pack. Found my fated mate — Callum Drake, the Alpha of Silver Ridge. For the first time in years, I felt safe.
On our mating ceremony day, she walked into my dressing room wearing an attendant's uniform.
She drugged my wine. Put on my robes. Crawled into my mate's bed.
I caught her. Threw her out. Thought it was over.
Months later, I was bleeding out in labor — and my mate stood over me, refusing to save me, because he'd been in love with her the whole time.
I died on that table.
When I opened my eyes, I was back. Same day. Same ceremony. Same best friend, same smile.
This time, I didn't scream.

Our team lost four games in a row. And somehow, that became my fault.
Team captain Reid stood in the locker room and told everyone I'd been giving performance enhancers to my ex on the rival team — that I had a problem with athletes, that I couldn't control myself. The guys laughed. Nobody stopped him.
I went to my supervisor Paige for help. She told me Reid noticing me at all was something I should be grateful for. That the way I dressed was basically asking for it.
Then the university president called me in and made things very clear: push this any further, and my academic future disappears.
Every single person with authority had already chosen a side.
So I climbed the stairs to Paige's office, hand raised to knock —
And stopped.
Because I could hear her through the door, clearly touching herself — whispering Reid's name.

Someone posted a love confession to me on the campus board the same week I got nominated for the Outstanding Thesis Award. By that evening, my roommate's boyfriend had already commented—claiming I'd slept with our professor and faked my entire thesis.
My roommate swore she'd handle it.
She didn't.
A used condom appeared at my lab bench. Photos of a woman leaving my advisor's building at 2 a.m. went viral. The university pulled my thesis. My professor told me to disappear quietly. My parents drove six hours to slap me and tell me my sister would never.
I lost my degree, my family, and my name. Then I lost my life.
The night I died, I finally saw what I'd missed in those photos—a detail that proved it was never me.
I woke up three weeks before my thesis defense.
I remember everything. And this time, I'm not keeping quiet.

My bestie Isolde and I were lured to a resort in another country.
Crescent Bay, a place that turned She-wolves into property.
Any wolf with enough money could have us for the night. That was the arrangement. That was what we were worth, once we were in.
When my husband Cael broke through the gates with a unit of Hargrove Pack warriors, I was in the back room counting the night's take. Top earner three months running.
Isolde was in the basement. Brain-dead. Pregnant. The machines were the only reason her heart was still beating.
Hargrove Pack put up half a million dollars for the name of whoever had trafficked us.
I was the only one who knew. I said nothing.
Vivienne — Cael's mother, Isolde's Luna — got down on her knees in front of me and begged. I closed my eyes.
Pack enforcers questioned me three times. I gave them the same answer every time, which was no answer at all.
Then Cael ran out of patience. He called for a witch to extract my memories and put them in front of everyone who had ever known me.

I've been engaged to the same man seven times.
Every time his first love Dove flies back, my engagement gets cancelled. And I get shipped off to another country.
But that's not the worst part.
Before I leave, I have to erase every trace of myself from our home. Take down the photos. Pack away my clothes. Remove my toothbrush so she won't feel "uncomfortable."
Seven years. Seven countries. Seven rings gathering dust in a drawer.
Zero marriage certificates.
He always promises we'll get married once she leaves. And like a fool, I believed him. Every single time.
Until now.
This time, I'm not coming back.

I hid in my best friend's closet to catch my fiancé cheating.
Through the gap in the door, I saw them on the bed. Tessa was blindfolded, wrists tied to the headboard with silk scarves. Callum's hands wrapped around her throat—some kind of breath play, I guessed.
Then her moaning turned to choking.
Her body convulsed. Her bound hands clawed at nothing. Her legs kicked against the mattress.
Then stopped.
Callum released her throat. Checked her pulse. Sighed.
And lit a cigarette.
He sat there scrolling his phone next to her body. No panic. No CPR. No 911.
Like this wasn't his first time watching someone die.
I bit my hand to keep from screaming. Blood seeped across the floor toward my bare feet.
Then he walked toward the closet.
I escaped that night. Barely. Ran three floors up to my neighbor's apartment—Dr. Neve Ashton, a trauma therapist. Beautiful. Warm. The kind of woman who made you feel safe just by existing.
She pulled me inside, locked the door, handed me tea.
"I called the police," she said. "They're on their way."
An hour passed. No sirens.
I looked at her. She smiled.

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

In my last life, I was the one who stopped it.
The second I recognized what was in that cup—a cold medicine loaded with compounds that end any pilot's career on contact with a drug screening—I knocked it out of Ivy's hands. Reid shoved me so hard I hit the coffee table. He got his four stripes anyway. Then he publicly destroyed my reputation, stood by while his fans harassed me off the internet, and smiled when I was pushed down a flight of stairs.
I died knowing he never looked back.
This time, I come back as myself: senior aviation medical officer, five years into a relationship with a man I now see clearly. When Ivy holds out that same cup with that same bright smile, I already know exactly what's in it.
I take a step back.
"Drink it while it's hot," I tell him. "Don't leave a drop."
I spent one lifetime being everyone's safety net. Not this time.

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.

I came back to New York for one reason: to meet the man my mother arranged for me to marry.
I never made it to dinner.
His "sister"—the woman he'd been protecting since childhood, the one he clearly loved more than he'd ever love a fiancée he'd never met—snatched a twelve-thousand-dollar dress out of my hands at a Fifth Avenue boutique and had me thrown out. When I called him about it, he told me I should be grateful to be marrying into his family at all. Then he hung up.
An hour later, she accused me of stealing her ring. Had me pinned against the wall. Told his men to strip me down and film it for "evidence."
Nico laughed when I told him the whole Ferrante family would answer for this.
"With what? You?"
My name is Sera Vitti.
That's all I'll say.

“Even if the world shuns me, laughs at me, gives me strange looks, and labels me as a freak, I will not give up. I will never give up on what I believe in, even if it takes years, I will continue to persevere until I achieve my goal and get what I deserve!”

These were the words Juan always told herself deep down in her heart whenever she looked at the mirror. These were the words that made her keep on going whenever they laughed at her, mocked her for being ugly.

To her, as long as she has faith even as small as a mustard seed, she believes that one day, her time will come and her life will change for the better. All she needed was a chance, an opportunity and that is all it took for her life to be changed eternally forever.

Destiny came knocking at her door and no matter how many times she tried throwing this chance away, it followed her home and from that day going forward, Juan, the ugly and clown everyone was used to became a beauty that many couldn’t touch.

Even if the journey wasn’t simple and rocky, she wasn’t willing to give it up and live a life of suffering as she did. Will there be happiness waiting for her at the end of the road?

Will she be willing to sacrifice it all to achieve her dreams and goals?

Have you ever wondered how your life will be when everything you know just changes and the person you used to be changed in a way that makes you very scared even afraid of yourself?

She wasn't a saint, not a good person, and made a lot of wrong choices in life. Her choices led her to a place that made her get enlightened and review herself for the better.

When she wanted to end it all and make it up to those people that she wronged, fate had something entirely different from what she had imagined.
All it took was a bite and her life was changed forever.

He lost everything at the hands of the greedy people in his pack. He vowed to get his revenge and pay them back one hundred-fold. He fulfilled that vow, he got what he wanted but never did he think that he will be cursed to be one without a mate even in his late thirties.

He lost all his hope and lived for the sake of the pack that was with him when he was at his lowest. Being a rogue king, having a lot of enemies at his back, he knew that he shouldn't fall.

Living in a dark world with no hope of light and pink bubbles, all it took was a bold move from her and he knew that very second that he found her.

Bold, defiant, daring, and above all confident. What more could a scarred rogue Alpha like him ask for?

His Venus!!!

Violet's life changed the day someone she knew and trusted led a gang to defile her, nearly killing her. She never expected to be discovered by a supreme being who offered her power in exchange for her soul.

She took it in order to exact her vengeance on those who had wronged her, and as a result she became an existence that defied nature, was powerful, and obtained what she desired.

She will go to any length to achieve success in life and love.

She is a wolf in sheep's clothing, in order to get the answers she has been seeking for years, she used her charm to infiltrate the lives of those that may give her the answers that she seeks.

In that journey to reveal the truth regarding her origins, she fell in love so deep that she will do anything to keep that love and family with her. Even if it means killing those that knows about her past. she will become the villain once more to gain the happiness that the world owe her.

On his deathbed, my husband Marcus confessed he'd swapped our baby with his mistress Chloe's seventeen years ago. Staring at his tearful, repentant face, I barely held back a laugh—I'd uncovered this secret sixteen years prior. I'd quietly swapped my real daughter back, sending his bastard to her cruel biological mother. Seventeen years of patience wasn't weakness, but waiting for the perfect moment. Now he's dying, Chloe's panicking, and my half-lifetime revenge? It's only just starting…

That December night, his first love and I were both rushed to the ER.
Two pregnant women. One operating room.
My doctor husband took three seconds to decide.
"She's an athlete. She can handle it," he told the nurse, then wheeled Sienna into surgery.
Leaving me—eight months pregnant with his baby—bleeding alone in the hallway.
When the nurse called begging him to come back, he said: "I'm at the pharmacy getting supplies for Sienna. Twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes later, I'm still alive.
He wishes I wasn't.

After being reborn, my cousin and I swapped mates.
Last life, she married Kaelen Thornfield — the coldest Alpha in the West. Fifty years together and he never marked her. Not once. His childhood "friend," an Omega with a PhD in crying on command, made sure of that. My cousin faded into nothing. Unmarked. Unloved. Invisible.
Me? I married a man who couldn't stand the sound of my voice. Eleven months. Done.
This time, I took the western contract. Drove three days across the country in a beat-up truck, blew a radiator in the middle of nowhere, and rolled into his pack's territory covered in engine grease and smelling like a gas station.
His little Omega took one look at me and wrinkled her nose.
She has no idea what's coming.
I don't do tears. I don't do subtle. And when some girl sobbed at my mating ceremony about how jealous she was of me — I grabbed my Alpha by the collar and sank my teeth into his neck.
In front of the entire pack.
Without asking.

The Blood Moon Festival ended the night Caelan Voss stood up in front of every faction in Aurevael and announced he only wanted one person.
Her name wasn't mine.
The other consorts took their gold and went home. The Ironpact warriors headed back to their barracks. The Sylvari delegation slipped out before the second toast. The Covenant scholars packed their notes. Reunions. Celebrations. The kind of night the holiday was made for.
I had nowhere to go.
The mark on my inner wrist had always been warm. Just a low, steady pulse—easy to ignore after a few years, like a clock you stop hearing. I pressed my fingers over it out of habit.
Cold.
The contract was over. Twenty-one years, four failed routes, and now this. The ancient binding that had pulled me into this world had made its verdict.
I went to find a rope.

My pack's golden girl—my adopted sister—vanished. On my eighteenth birthday—the day my wolf should have awakened—my parents dragged me to a witch.
"Show us what you did to her."
Fine. Let them look.
Let them see who drugged me the day I came home. Who stole credit while I bled. Who smiled while planning my destruction.
They chose their precious Rosalie over me for three years.
They wanted the truth?
They were about to choke on it.

The new member posted a yacht contract to the club group chat on her first day in. The caption read: Thanks for the birthday present, Dad 🥂
Ten seconds later she deleted it. Breezy apology. Oops, wrong group.
I looked at the photo one more time before it disappeared. I didn't check the numbers. I looked at the name painted across the bow.
It was my mother's name.
The boat was mine. My father had told me about it a week ago.
The chat didn't care. Which family is she from? Ninety-six feet of custom teak. Sienna, you dark horse.
I asked, quietly, if she'd share the registration number. I wanted to hear what she'd say.
My own husband stood up from two desks over and tore into me in front of every member in the room. Told me I was jealous. Told me I was an embarrassment. Told me to know my place.
Later that week, he broke into my safe. Took the diamond my father had given me for my mother — and put it around her neck.
That night my father's encrypted voice memo came in from somewhere at sea. One minute long. The last line was this:
"Find your mother's necklace. I can't wear her myself. I need you to wear her for me."

I waited five years for a heart transplant.
My mother—the Luna of our Pack, the healer everyone worships—gave it to someone else.
An orphan girl she took in. A girl who now calls her "Mom."
Ivy got my heart. She got a wolf. She got a mate and a wedding so grand the whole Pack attended.
Me? I watched from the corner, still dying, while my mother smiled for the cameras and accepted praise for her "selfless sacrifice."
When I finally snapped at the ceremony, she slapped me. Told me to apologize. Said I was embarrassing the family.
I'm her actual daughter. I'm the one who can't shift, can't feel a mate bond, can't survive another six months.
But sure. I'm the problem.
They wanted me to stay quiet and die gracefully.
I chose to make sure everyone sees who their perfect Luna really is.