65 Book(s) Related to noah elizabeth

“I need a lady to pretend to be my girlfriend for Seven Days. If you agree, I will give you $50 million.”

I stared at the man in front of me. Sebastian Shelby. The billionaire. The man every woman wanted. “$50 million? For just one week?” I asked, my voice trembling. My family was drowning in debt, thugs were throwing my mother out of our house, and my brother needed surgery. I had no choice.

“I need an excellent job, and we might need to get intimate for it to look real,” he said, his eyes scanning my body like he was buying a piece of furniture. “Do as I say, and the money is yours.”

I signed my life away. But I didn't know the deal included his dying mother forcing us to get married in a hospital room. “I will marry you,” I whispered, holding back tears.

On our wedding night, he threw six duvets at me. “Sleep on the floor,” he commanded coldly. “This isn't a real marriage. Outside of this house, we don't know each other.”

I thought I could handle his coldness. I thought I could handle his secret girlfriend, the famous actress Alex Stone, who pointed a gun at my chest and warned me to stay away. But then came the night I forgot to lock my door.

I woke up to a dark figure looming over me. I screamed and bit his finger hard. The lights turned on. It was Sebastian. His eyes weren't cold anymore. They were dark with hunger.

“I can smell you, Elizabeth,” he whispered, pinning me to the bed. “Your whole body is begging me to fuck it.”

I tried to push him away. “Sir, please... I'm a virgin.”

His hand froze. The shock on his face was undeniable. “You have never been with a man?”

Everything changed in that second. The contract was about to be broken...

BLURB

Eli Morgan had spent years trying to survive Noah Carter.

Unfortunately, Noah Carter seemed determined to ruin his life.

As The College’s swim captain, campus heartthrob, and his older brother’s best friend, Noah had made teasing Eli his personal hobby, touching him too casually, acting possessive whenever Eli liked someone, and somehow inserting himself into every part of Eli’s life.

And somehow?

Nobody else thought it was weird.

Not even Ethan, Eli’s perfect older brother.

But when Eli finally starts dating someone seriously, Noah’s behavior changes from annoying to dangerous. The teasing becomes jealousy. The casual touches become possessive. And the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore.

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it’s another business document.
Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine.
The only rule? Don’t fall in love.
I broke it. He didn’t.
So I’m cashing out. Thirty days from now, I’m gone.
But now he’s noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me.
He says he’ll never let me go. But he has no idea I’m already halfway out the door.
How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

Olivia had lived in pain for most of her life. Because of her unusually large body, people spat at her wherever she went, tripped her in front of hallway lockers, humiliated her openly.
The only light in her life was the man she had secretly loved.
He was the golden boy of campus, never short of girls to dance with. They had a one-night stand—but later, at a fraternity gathering, he mocked her, laughing about how she smelled disgusting.
The past has a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.
Olivia Evans thought she had left her painful past behind. Once known as Emma Cooper, the fat girl constantly humiliated by her classmates, she buried those memories along with her old identity. Changing her name and transforming her life, Olivia became someone far from the girl who once carried qthe weight of ridicule. But when she walks into a clinic with her daughter and comes face-to-face with Noah Ezekiel Morgan, the man who once shattered her heart, everything she tried to forget comes rushing back.
Now, with her daughter’s life hanging in the balance and a high school reunion she never planned to attend, Olivia is forced to confront the man who hurt her deeply. Will she keep her true identity a secret, or will the emotions she’s kept buried for so long rise to the surface?
The weight of the past may be harder to carry than she ever imagined.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

At the school's field day, my six-year-old son pointed straight at me and shouted for everyone to hear, "I'd rather be alone than with her! She's the worst mom in the world!"
He hated that I couldn't afford expensive toys, hated that we lived in a tiny apartment, hated that I was just a useless woman.
Then he turned and ran straight into the arms of the woman who destroyed my family, calling her name in the sweetest voice, just because she handed him an ice cream.
My ex-husband leaned against his luxury car, sneering, "Nora, if you admit you were wrong, I'll let you come back. We can get married again."
Looking at their smug faces, I finally let go of the hands I'd been gripping tightly for four years.
"All right," I said, smiling as I signed away custody, "Since you two love each other so much, I hope you and your perfect little family enjoy every minute together."
They thought I was playing hard to get, but they had no idea—this time, I really meant it.

"Hey, easy on the thrusts, I can barely stand."

Inside a top-tier nightclub in Los Angeles, the heavy bass was making the floorboards vibrate. I took advantage of the crowd and pressed tightly against the girl in front of me.

She was wearing a strapless, tight little black dress, her hands waving in the air, her perfectly shaped ass shaking wildly to the beat.

God help me, she was completely commando under that dress!

What excited me even more was that she didn't reject my advances at all; instead, she started actively accommodating them.

My buddy Ron had been a miserable wreck for days, whining about how some young girl had scammed him out of his cash.
After pressing him for details, I found out the girl worked at a massage therapy parlor.
Fired up with the idea of getting some payback for my brother, I headed over to this "blind massage" joint...
Only to find myself tumbling headfirst into the very same honey trap.

After I took in my first love, she promised she'd always be good to me.
But after my mother died in a car accident, I found her in our home—with another man.
She told everyone Colin was her true love, that I was just a little brother she never wanted, and that I was the one who couldn't let go.
Everyone turned against me. My father had a stroke from the rage. Colin even had someone run me over—cost me an eye.
Seven years later.
I stood outside a convenience store holding flowers when I saw them.
Audrey's daughter looked at me with pity. "Mom, that man only has one eye... Is he selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

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.

I'm the forgotten eldest son of the Cross family.
My parents see me as a walking blood bag for my brother Colin, while my wife views me as a sinner destined to spend my life atoning for my mistakes.
When Audrey pressured me to donate a kidney, I agreed.
Not only did I agree, but I also liquidated all my assets and transferred them to my lab.
They thought I was foolish, that I was still begging for their love.
In reality, I was just tying up loose ends.
The night before the surgery, I coughed up a pool of blood.
Audrey laughed coldly over the phone: "Stop the act, Evan. You just want to dodge responsibility. You'll go to any lengths for attention."
The surgery was a "success."
Colin got the kidney he'd always dreamed of.
And I died in the recovery room.
My soul floated in the air as I watched Audrey push open the hospital door, wearing a smile that dripped with pity, ready to put on a show of "redemption."
"Evan, I know you've been wronged. Let's start over..."
The only response to her was the white sheet covering my lifeless body.

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!

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

After months of being bullied at school, things got even worse—the bullies said they wanted to come to my house.
Wanted to see what kind of family a "dog" like me came from.
I begged them, sobbing, not to do it.
Because my dad is a serial killer. My mom is a twisted murderer. And my brother is a full-blown psychopath.
If they come to my house, they will die.

On the day the apocalyptic flood swallowed the city, I died on a fractured overpass.

The man who crushed my fingers under his boot was my brother-in-law, the very man I had sacrificed everything to support. And standing safely out of reach, watching coldly as the muddy torrent swallowed me whole, was my supposedly sweet and devoted fiancée. In her arms, she fiercely clutched her "son"—who was hoarding the last of my survival rations.

In the very last second of my life, she nestled into the arms of her ex-boyfriend and left me with a single, contemptuous sneer: "Let's go. Forget about this useless trash."

It turned out that working my fingers to the bone and emptying my life savings had all been a pathetic joke—a long con orchestrated by a pack of bloodsucking parasites.

But when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one year before the apocalypse began.

My fiancée was standing there, holding a cup of hot coffee and sweetly begging me to invest another million into her brother's business.

I just smiled, gently pushed her hand away, and turned around to liquidate every single asset to my name. With that money, I secretly constructed a state-of-the-art, deep-sea underground fortress.

Later, when the monstrous floodwaters inevitably tore the city apart, they stood on the balcony of their doomed mansion, desperately falling to their knees and begging my icebreaker for salvation.

Sitting inside my perfectly secure command cabin, I took a leisurely sip of hot coffee and softly gave the order:

"Open fire. Don't let this trash dirty my deck."

On the eve of the apocalypse, magical beasts appeared in our world.
They possessed extraordinary abilities, and humans could master these powers by forming a contract with them.
In my previous life, my adopted brother chose a top-tier Wolf King pup.
But shortly after, the extreme heat apocalypse descended. The low-tier water snake I had contracted possessed the ability to conjure water and lower temperatures, inadvertently making me the envy of everyone.
Meanwhile, my brother’s Wolf King was universally despised for its excruciatingly slow growth and lack of immediate combat power.

Now, I have been reborn to the very day we chose our contracted beasts.
This time, my brother rushed ahead and snatched the water snake.
I know why.
He has been reborn, too.
But this apocalypse is not nearly as simple as he thinks!

My boyfriend's mistress deliberately gave me a strawberry cake that I'm allergic to.
After I went into anaphylactic shock and had a miscarriage, I knew it was all over.
But when I left it all behind and went back to my hometown, he showed up at my door telling me to quit throwing a fit, that he still loved me.
This kind of love full of betrayal?
I don't want it.

For seven years of marriage, I don't dare make a sound around my husband.
All because he can hear everyone's voices—everyone's except mine. He says he's allergic to mine.
I've tried everything to change my voice—even had vocal cord surgery.
But no matter how hard I tried—every time he'd just cover his ears like I was hurting him.
I've cried myself to sleep so many times, feeling guilty.
Until our son's birthday.
Standing by our front door, our little boy grinned up at his dad and asked, "Dad, can I pretend to be allergic to mom's voice too? Just like you?"

After eight years together, my fiancé gave all his affection to the innocent-acting sneaky babysitter at home. Even when I was on the brink of losing my baby, he was busy helping her fulfill her wish to watch shooting stars.
I didn't cry or make a scene; I calmly finished the property notarization, sold my expensive engagement ring, and switched jobs to a top investment bank.
By the time he was frantically searching for me everywhere, I was safely in the arms of a business mogul who had secretly loved me for twenty years. "Late love is cheaper than dirt; your karma is just beginning."

Our female coach was a gorgeous, curvy young married woman.

Fair-skinned and stunning, with a figure that turned heads.

When she ran, her proud fullness bounced with every step.

We could hardly keep our eyes off her.

But one day, her beauty became a weapon that could kill…

I’m Emily, a criminal investigator in Emerald City. After a vice crackdown, I refused a transfer—only to realize someone was tailing me on my way home at night…

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

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?"

"What the hell, it even has haptic vibration feedback? Are they seriously making these things this realistic now?"

Taking advantage of my roommate being out on a sales call, I tossed this ridiculously expensive "high-end realistic doll" onto my bed.

Watching her body tremble slightly, almost uncontrollably, the twisted fire in my gut burned even hotter.

"Baby, here I come!"

I am the nameless corpse dumped in an alley, left without a head or limbs.
My mother is the lead detective on the case.
She stood outside the crime scene tape, pinching her nose in disgust. "Another street rat who got what she deserved. Just like my own useless daughter—always out running wild."
I hovered above, watching her step over my mutilated body, cooing gently into the phone with my stepsister—while the last call I made to her for help, the night I died, went unanswered.
Not until the medical examiner pried the bloodstained birthday necklace from my stiff fingers.
Not until forensics restored the audio file on my phone, and my final desperate plea echoed out: "Mom, help me..."
Only then did Detective Sarah—Chicago's coldest cop—collapse in front of that pile of "trash," her wail of grief tearing through the night.

For seven years of marriage, I've been silent in front of my wife.
It's not that I don't have anything to say; it's just that she can hear everyone's voice—except mine, which seems to trigger her sensitivity.
I've tried everything to change my voice, even going under the knife to fix my vocal cords.
But no matter how hard I try, she just ends up in pain, covering her ears.
I've broken down countless times, feeling like I've let her down.
Until the day of our daughter's birthday.
My daughter stood at the front door, grinning, and said, "Mom, can I pretend to be voice-sensitive like you?"

The year I loved Edward the most, I was envied by everyone in Copper Valley.
They called me the priceless treasure in the palms of my father and my husband.
I was the most precious pregnant woman in the whole Copper Valley.
But before Christmas, when I went to give my husband a surprise, I saw him kissing the cheek of Angela, the daughter of my father's lover.
His friends praised his high-handed means, athat he could actually persuade me to have a fake marriage with him.
"Fake marriage?" I frowned.
Edward told them, "Lucy has everything. Angela has been a bastard for more than twenty years. I should compensate."
I left the club in despair and then replied to the mysterious text message on my phone.
[I can accept you as the nominal father of my child.]

Reunited, I became the “perfect wife” Julian had always dreamed of.
I didn’t ask where he was when he didn’t come home.
When his “one that got away” came to our door to provoke me, I greeted her with a polite smile.
I even caught them in the act, and instead of screaming, I thoughtfully closed the door for them.
The Elara who used to break down in hysterics over his infidelity was dead.

The woman standing here now was nothing more than a shell, existing solely for her daughter.
Finally, Julian began to panic. He knelt in the pouring rain, begging me to curse him, begging me to still love him—or even hate him.
But as I looked down at him, I didn’t just feel nothing. I felt sick.
"Julian, I don't hate you."
I just find every second spent with you utterly disgusting.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

"Mmm... Tyler... I can't take it anymore..."

My wife's sexy best friend panted heavily in my private training room, her previous tough talk completely gone.

"Giving up already? We haven't even started." I grabbed her tiny waist, flipped her over, and pushed her back into the set. "Again. We're nowhere near done."

I didn’t transfer to the Academy to study magic. I came to bury a legacy.
I have a plan, a petty streak a mile wide, and a power that scares even the shadows.

Everything was going according to my psychotic little script... until Raiden caught me.

Raiden. The heir to the dark throne. A monster with a face carved by angels and a soul rotting in the deep end.

He found me standing over the ashes of his family’s statue. But he didn’t turn me in. Instead, he cornered me in the dark, his hand around my throat and a twisted challenge in his eyes.

Now, we’re trapped in a secret, violent addiction.
We trade death threats in the hallways and bruised lips in the forbidden wings. It’s a beautifully toxic game of cat and mouse.

He thinks he’s broken me. He thinks I’m just another obsession to toy with.
Raiden doesn’t realize that I’m not the damsel in distress.
I’m the villain. And I’m about to ruin him.

When human healer Elera saves a dying silver-eyed wolf, she never imagines he’s Prince Aiden—
or that her touch would bind their lives under the Blood Moon Bond.
Now the Queen wants her dead because legends say the one who holds a wolf’s heart has the power to end or save their entire race.
Aiden refuses to release her,
and her human friend—the one who’s loved her for years—desperately searches for her
Bound to a prince she never chose, pulled toward the friend who’s always been her safe haven,
Elera must decide:
break the bond and face the consequences or keep it and lose them both.

I am the ugly omega, popularly known as the cursed ugly omega because I bear an ugly scar on my face. Despite my parents holding high ranks in the pack, it didn't save me from the disrespect and ill treatment of my pack members. I was unloved, but my parents would cuddle and comfort me behind closed doors, and I don't blame them for doubting their love for me. I was a disgrace to them, and not only that, my father sired another child in secret. His excuse? I wasn't the child he wanted to have. Although my mom didn't tell me what his reason was, I knew that was his reason. He needed a child to be proud of. My mate said I wasn't fit to be a Luna. I was ugly and did not qualify, but he deemed me qualified to be his breeder, his indirect mistress, and I hate him. I hate the moon goddess for shaming me, for being a b*tch that couldn't fulfill a wretched girl's wish. Escaping was my only option, but running into a dragon wasn't part of the plan, and now he is obsessed and won't let me go.The dragon found a toy to play with and that toy is me. What kind of fate is this? I will never forgive the moon goddess for failing to fulfil just one wish. For making my life miserable, I vow to make that of her descendants hell!

In her past life, poor Averie Quinn died being a people pleaser. Her family manipulated her into becoming a surrogate to save her stepsister’s marriage only to kill her out of mistrust and snatch her baby from her on the cold theatre table.
Given a second chance to be reborn, she woke up on the night it all started; her accidental nightstand with her sister’s husband.
Plunged into a world of merciless revenge and a fake love contract, Averie is determined to make them pay ten times.

He is fearless and makes everyone shake at the sight of him, of admiration or fear.

He is a beast! He is ruthless and overpowering but all that changes when a debt is paid with a young, innocent virgin.

"Pose for the portrait, Anna."
Her beauty is his golden ticket—her uncle's weapon to amass endless wealth, a cage that locks her in a gilded mansion, stealing her freedom and her hope. She'd given up on being saved, resigned to a life as a pretty, silent prize… until he walks in, dressed in the sacred black of a priest, a disguise hiding his true face.
She feels him the second their eyes meet, a pull so fierce it shatters her numbness. And in his arms, her innocence is not just claimed, but devoured. Now she craves him, more with every stolen touch, every secret whisper in the dark.
But who is this fake priest, hiding behind a cross and a lie? What will her ruthless uncle do when he uncovers the sin blooming in his prison? Will this man be her salvation...or will he become the worst nightmare she's ever known?
FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST—where sacred disguise meets forbidden desire, and salvation is just a sin away.

Isla, a human in a supernatural world, lives in a remote werewolf pack. Shielded by her father, the Alpha, Isla's existence is a delicate secret, for the Alpha King's laws forbid humans from walking among werewolves. But when the formidable Alpha King Tristan Norththorn arrives, seeking an alliance, and more urgently, his fated mate, tensions rise. As Tristan's ruthless search for an heir leads him to the one woman he cannot have, Isla must navigate the treacherous waters of pack politics and her own startling heritage. With her life and the safety of those she loves hanging in the balance, Isla stands at the heart of a curse that could either spell salvation or doom for the Sovereign Claw Pack.

Ariel a half breed of werewolf and human got entangle with Lucas Graco the alpha of the Alusca pack. She was set up in a hotel by Liz who's a white wolf in Escavor pack and someone who has wanted to destroy Ariel relationship with Ethan an Omega and the heir to the Escavor pack. Lix took Ariel nude pics with the strange man in the hotel bed and sent it to Ethan. Things started hitting up when Ariel finds out she was pregnant and not knowing who she was pregnant for between the two wolves because that same day she slept with Ethan in the morning and Lucas Graco the strange man in the evening. Who owns the pregnancy....

Breaking into a mafia king’s office was a terrible idea.

Planting a bug there?

Even worse.

I almost made it out.

Almost.

Kaelan “Kai” Valentino caught me before I reached the door.

The most dangerous man in the city.

I thought he would kill me.

Instead, he made me an offer.

He’ll pay for my mother’s life-saving brain surgery.

But in return?

I become his.

His house.
His rules.
His control.

Living with the dangerously possessive mafia boss was supposed to be temporary.

Until the line between hatred and desire disappears.

Until I realize the man who owns me might be the only one who can protect me.

Then the truth destroys everything.

The man I’m falling for?

He’s the adopted son of the mafia don who destroyed my family.

Which means the mafia king who claimed me…

might actually be my uncle.

But enemies are coming.

And the girl who once broke into a mafia king’s office?

She’s about to become something far more dangerous—

the queen of his empire.

“A vessel made from two great powers. Of both Alpha beast and Priestess witch.”
The last thing rogue werewolf Kaeleigh wants to do when she discovers she is the fated mate of Chase, the future Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, is to be bound by pack structures and hierarchies. Especially since her secret is that she can’t shift. But a dangerous unknown enemy and a tragic death put her life and the lives of those around her at risk, and Kaeleigh finds herself in the centre of a feud between two Alphas.
Everything is in question as secrets come out, curses and prophecies are revealed and hearts are broken as Kaeleigh must choose between the cursed love of her fated Alpha mate and a promise made to the Alpha of the rival pack.
All this and more, in this first of two part fated love paranormal romance story, are the puzzle pieces of a centuries old prophecy that foretells the rise of a powerful queen who is destined to become the leader of a new supernatural hybrid species.

He is a demon! He is ruthless! He is bloodthirsty! He sold his heart to the devil! These were the words you would hear when you asked who the rogue alpha was.

Kane Miller was the formidable rogue alpha who had built his empire on the blood of his enemies. His pack was made of only the strongest of warriors, as he believed the weak shouldn’t survive, and all he aimed to do was conquer and destroy. He wasn’t a small name in the human world either, as he was one of the feared mafia that deals in the sales and distribution of ammunition.

He had gotten a contract to raid one of the packs, killing and burning everything to the ground until he heard the cries of his mate. Kane was distraught to learn of his mate and couldn’t come to terms with it. He decided that sending her out of the country was the best decision.

Seven years have passed, and Ariel was set to return to the place she had known as home, but that was only the beginning of her problem. She has lived all her life believing she was a human, but hell seemed to let loose when she found out the truth and that everything she had known about herself was a lie.

Ariel’s return is marked by lies and untold pain that threaten to tear them apart. How much can she endure for love, or will she be able to love her father’s killer?

“He knew in the very moment that his skin touched hers that it didn’t matter what she was, or who she was. All that mattered was that she had to be his.”
They were just words right? Theia had been writing for as long as she could remember. As a paranormal romance author, she told the stories of werewolves, magic and fated mates. An escape from the reality of her illness. But it was all just in her head.
At least that’s what she believed until one of her characters walked into her life. Literally.
Dominic is everything an Alpha should be. Strong, powerful, and too handsome to be true. One glance from him and her entire world shifted.
But with the realisation that he is her fated mate comes a whole new bigger, and more dangerous world, especially for a human with a debilitating illness. When Theia’s gift of foresight puts her in mortal danger, as others attempt to use her power for their own personal gain, Dominic must battle against enemies to protect his fragile Luna.
Will the gift that brought them together be the very thing that keeps Dominic and Theia apart? Or can Theia use it to save herself, and the people she loves?

When Ironfang laid waste to her kingdom, Princess Aziza had only one option left to take: she went into hiding.
Through the magic she had been taught she would never have to use, Aziza stripped herself of her identity, of her position, of everything she knew and became an unknown omega with only two objectives: revenge, and survival.
She had no intention of coming across Rhydian Ironfang. The son of the ruthless Alpha that killed her parents.
But he keeps staring at her.
Whenever he touches her, he can feel her magic and that makes him want her more.
He does not know her true self and she must never let him know. Except fate always did love to make mockery of her plans.
In the house of the man who murdered her parents, Aziza is running out of time, running out of cover and falling for the one person she should want dead.

The best day of Marcia's life was the day her husband had thrown her dying body into the cold North Dakota night. When a handsome stranger found her and nursed her back to health she found the one thing she had always wanted, but never had, a family. Together they ran the Quiet Moon Wolf Sanctuary and for once Marica felt safe and happy.

The delicate balance that Marcia had found in her life came crumbling down in a single night. Her best friend and savior was dead, her home burned to the ground, werewolves were real, and apparently, one was her soul mate.

When he went to collect the body of his older brother the last thing Marcus thought he would find was his mate. Even stranger was the fact that she seemed to be human but there was something else about her. Marcus had never considered that his mate would be a human but he would not question the Moon Goddess's judgment.

He was determined to help her accept him and his world but what would happen when long-lost secrets became revealed? Would he still accept her when he found out who and what she really is? Could they protect each other and their pack when those that were hunting her found them?

Riona Rodriego thought she had lost every purpose in life when her long term relationship failed. Her boyfriend tricked her and left nothing for her to survive on. He didn’t stop on that, he tried to kill her since she’s an Orphan. Riona got saved miraculously by the city’s most feared, deadly and emotionless Mafia leader, Black.S.

She woke up in his house the next day only to be notified of her wedding with him... and they called her a name “Farah”!

“Who is Farah when I’m Riona....Excuse me you’ve got the wrong bride! ”

Helaine Fairgrieve wasn't sure what to do when her rent was raised suddenly, until her long time acquaintance, Evan DuRosier, offered her a solution that would benefit the both of them. Helaine travels to his apartment in the less than reputable art district of the city to indulge his less than conventional desires, only to learn that he's keeping a dark secret.

She's has never been in handcuffs before, much less bound and suspended from a man's ceiling while he pours hot wax on her sensitive skin. She isn't sure what's more frightening, the knife gliding across her skin, or the fact that she loves every pulse-pounding second of it.

BDSM is normally based on a foundation of trust; lacking that, Evan and Helaine's relationship begins as something of a transactional nature, until she discovers that his lust for blood is more than just a fetish. What will she do when she discovers the truth about his Vampirism?

What will she do when faced with a dark secret about herself, that could put the whole world in jeopardy?

Diana Hector is a princess in the southern province of Alvanor, her father king Hector Odysseus was murdered by his brother Claudius Odysseus . Diana being the only child and successor of the late king was expected to get married at 16 and take over the throne her father left behind, but her evil and desperate Uncle Claudius who has wanted to be the king won't let that happen. He will find a way to eliminate princess Diana and take over the throne and make the queen Helen Hector who's princess Diana mother as his second wife and queen. Diana will be lost somewhere in a new province where her identity will be changed in order for her to survive.
she planted a spy in the palace who gives her information about everything happening in the royal household. The once quite and loving princess now become aggressive and tasting for revenge. Do you think Diana will get the revenge she wants after being betrayed countless times by the people she trust her mission with?, come on, grab your pop corn and let's embark on this journey of Diana Hector.
You wouldn't want to miss this story.

“I Colton Stokes reject you Harper Kirby as my mate”

When Harper’s fated mate, and future beta of her pack cruelly rejects her on her 18th birthday, before mysteriously changing his mind, she must decide if she is willing to risk her wolf to accept his rejection and truly break the fated bond. It is only when she flees her pack, leaving her family and friends behind, does she think that she is finally safe from the terrible events.

But fate has other ideas, and ten years later Harper finds herself back in her old pack as an Elite Warrior for the Supernatural Council, to investigate the new invading Alpha with a reputation for being stone cold and ruthless. And her former mate, now Beta of the pack, is determined to get her back. Things are only further complicated when she discovers the new Alpha is her second chance mate.

Can Harper investigate her new Alpha mate? And what does the Beta know that makes him so hell bent on taking Harper all for himself? Devastating betrayals and deep rooted secrets that rock Harper’s world and challenge her belief in who she really is, are revealed in Book 1 of the Divine Order Series.