12 Book(s) Related to mitch rapp 21

Twenty-one times.

I've signed the mate bond with Kael Nightshade, Lord of the Black Panther Clan, twenty-one times.

And dissolved it twenty-one times.

Not because we didn't love each other.

But because every few months, she comes back.

Seraphine. His first love. The angel who shattered her wings saving him, leaving her mind fractured and fragile.

"Seeing the mate mark sends her into psychotic breaks," he'd say, burning the bond from my skin. "I owe her my life."

So I'd erase the mark. Burn the contract. Pretend we were never bound.

The first time, I cried and begged. He backhanded me: "Cut the bullshit. We'll rebond once she's back in the sanatorium."

The thirteenth time, I followed them to a tavern and watched him tenderly kiss the scarred stumps where her wings used to be. When I confronted them, he knocked me down and locked me in enchanted restraints for seven days straight.

Sign. Burn. Erase. An endless cycle I couldn't escape.

Until the twenty-first time.

Fire engulfed the manor. Seraphine and I were trapped in different wings. Kael could only save one of us.

"Kael!" I collapsed at the window, smoke choking my lungs. "I'm pregnant—please—"

He shifted into his panther form and bolted toward her room.

The guards dragged me out thirty minutes later. Third-degree burns across my back, lungs filled with ash, blood pooling beneath me.

No heartbeat.

Kael stood in the safe zone, holding an unscathed Seraphine in his arms. From the moment the flames erupted until they pulled me from the rubble, he never looked back.

Not once.

The twenty-first dissolution was my choice.

There won't be a twenty-second.

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 thought the orchestrated assault was the most profound betrayal of my life. Then, from the shadows of the wine cellar, I heard my husband and his brothers toasting to their success.
"The slow-motion capture of her climax, paired with those broken whimpers... it was cinematic perfection."
"She played her part beautifully. After all, she’s just a Valenti."
I learned the devastating truth: my agony was their scripted entertainment. My husband. The director.
He married me to claim his inheritance.
He branded me to mark his property.
He caused my miscarriage in that dungeon, coldly calling it "tidying up loose ends."
But they overlooked one ancient law—the Moretti blood oath: should the Don betray his vows, everything becomes his wife's.
Now, I stand in the penthouse of his casino.
My fingers trace the scar on my shoulder—now transformed into a dagger.
"Darling, you celebrated the anniversary of your production. My gift to you is a lifetime behind bars."
Now, the final cut is mine.

"Who are you, really? And is your name cutiepie69? You aren't... you didn't come here for sugar dating, did you?"
Suddenly, a memory clicked into place.
"Wait a minute. Is your name Olivia?" She nodded, her eyes wide with confusion and what seemed like relief. I felt like a complete idiot.
"Christ. Why did you say your name was Cutiepie69?" "I... I was actually really confused. When you started talking about sugar babies and rules, I thought—"
Olivia, an aspiring actress, is thrust into a world of luxury and opportunity when she meets Christopher, a billionaire film producer. Their first rendezvous takes a shocking turn with a passionate one-night stand due to a mistaken identity—Christopher thought she was his intended sugar baby.
As Olivia steps into the spotlight of her dreams, Christopher showers her with lavish gifts and exclusive invites, blurring the lines between business and pleasure. Torn between her devoted boyfriend Logan and the alluring Christopher, Olivia's life spirals into a whirlwind of secret rendezvous, career highs, and personal chaos.
Can she navigate the storm of ambition and love to find true happiness?

Shree Jaisingh is a successful system software developer in a multinational firm. She has kept herself too busy to seek out a life partner for herself thereby throwing the burden upon her parent's already sagged shoulders. It's a tough job for the matchmakers to spot her best match. And, when they do, with her consent and approval, it only makes her realize that committing to a lifelong monogamy is exceptionally difficult with a man who keeps more secrets than he bothers to tell. In this new phase in life, when Abhimanyu Chauhan is resolute to give her a hard time checking in her temper, there's less than likely chances that they end up together.

As the youngest member of the wealthy Lustrelle family, Camille Rose Lustrelle enjoyed a lifestyle that most could only dream of. Glamorous parties, designer labels and sleek, fast cars were her everyday norm. Indulgence wasn’t just a luxury for her; it was her lifestyle. However, all good things must come to an end.

When her father, her closest ally, put his foot down and her brothers sided with her mother, Camille had no choice but to step up or lose it all. Being thrust into the family business was the last thing she ever wanted, but now it was a matter of do or die. The carefree days of leisure were gone, replaced by responsibilities and expectations in a world she wasn’t quite prepared for.

Holland W. Larson, Chief Human Resources Officer at Lustrelle Jewellers, had no time for nonsense, least of all from spoilt brats with no work ethic. Her icy demeanour kept everyone at a distance — a price she was willing to pay to maintain order and efficiency in her domain. Over the years, she had built a sterling reputation based on hard work and unrelenting discipline. She didn’t tolerate mistakes, nor did she have patience for rich kids playing office.

From their first meeting, it wasn't just sparks that flew; they set the air ablaze. Camille’s playful charm collided with Holland’s glacial demeanour, creating a storm of tempers and sharp words. Yet beneath the friction, there was something neither could deny: moments of raw intensity that left them both shaken and unsettled.

Their connection was undeniable, but love is never easy. With family pressures, personal insecurities, and old scars pulling them apart, they had to choose whether to stay safe in their separate worlds or risk everything to meet in the middle.

I thought my husband was my salvation.
Until I overheard him in the wine cellar, laughing and joking with my "attackers" from that night.
The gang rape that destroyed me was a show he orchestrated himself.

He married me only for inheritance rights.
He humiliated me, branded me, took away my child, and made my life a living hell.
But he forgot one thing—
The ancient blood oath of the Corleone family states clearly:
If a husband betrays his marriage, everything he owns shall belong to his wife.

This time, I'm no longer the rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.
This time, I write the ending.

I need a fake date to my brother's wedding, and billionaire Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Simple, right?   He’s also my sister’s boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me.   We’re total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won’t become lovers.    Famous last words.   On a series of “friend dates” involving bar snacks, acrylic paint and hedgehogs, I discover that Charlie is nothing like what I expected. Under his hoodie and glasses, he’s handsome and down-to-earth, stuck in a job he hates and afraid to disappoint people by walking away. His heart is as gorgeous as his hidden face.   I’ve always felt like the flaky sister in my family, but Charlie sees me as the artist I want to be. As our friendship deepens, so do my feelings for him. Maybe I’m even falling in love.   But gambling with my heart feels dangerous when all my relationships end in failure–especially if he’s only looking for a friend.   Is it only princesses that get a Happily Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me?   No Match for Her is a STANDALONE friends-to-lovers, opposites-attract romance. It is part of the Berkeley Hills series.

Liv Smith is a young woman and an orphan for so many years. At twenty-three, she has been living alone fighting through life for as long as she could remember, and the only thing that was still keeping her on her feet is the will to live.
She doesn't have anywhere else to go to after her landlord throws her off from the little room she is renting in a corner of the city. The heavy rainfall that night leaves her uncertain of what to do, but she has to pick up her things to leave.
While under the rain, she escapes a group of men who wanted to assault her and she ends up before a building, which she identified as the Silver Fang building, without a second thought, she dives into it wanting to have some warmth.
Alpha Nolan Hansen is in search of his mate and he knows he is going to find her there

The kingdom of hell has been long ruled by two brothers.Satan and Lucifer led the kingdom of darkness throughout history.The inhabitants of hell get fed up and want a new king.
Will the two accept to let the throne go and will the new king ever succeed.
Lucifer decides to give up the throne if the new heir can accomplish a daring feat.
What shall it be or more specially who will she be.
The former devil wants an innocent soul of a beautiful lady in return.
Enter this epic tale of non stop action and twists as we unveil who tempted the devil.

Crystal Harmony is a Pop singer, the guitar and the microphone are her two best friends, she is the best in what she does and everyone loves her.

Life is perfect for Crystal as she climbs the heights of success. Her Manager and godfather Jordan Braxton is the best coach she could ever opt for and his coming into her life is an added blessing. Life treats her well until she organizes a concert in her hometown. This is a big concert and brought about many people who came to watch her perform before their eyes. Pictures, and videos sprayed over the Internet, in newspaper, and on TV too.

Everyone says I'm too young to have such big dreams and even wild thoughts but they are not wild thoughts except you bring in the thoughts of my sex machine.

That's what I call Robert because whenever I use my vibrator, he's all I think of.

They think I'm too young, but that's not what Robert thinks or could that be what he thinks?