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Sacha Rish is a young African American woman with a little sister to care and provide for. When their parents tragically passed away, Sacha is left all alone to care for Judy so that she doesn't end up in foster care, but Sacha's life is rough. After losing her job and her apartment, she's desperate more than ever to make ends meet and just when she was on the brink of 'rock bottom'... She meets multi millionaire Christian Alexander who gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. This offer came with activities Sacha had no experience in. And things became heated when she fell for Christian.

"He's not my mate, I reject him." I blurted out staring at my Parents who couldn't believe what I just said.

"That's ridiculous, She's in no position to choose or reject." The prince yelled.

"Well I'm princess Tahira and I go for the best not a weak riff Raff like you!"

"Tahira, he's your chosen mate. The moon goddess prophesied and proclaimed it right before our faces."

"Then it's a lie."

Alpha Tahira was a ruthless princess who was very powerful and feared different among packs. She was the only daughter of her father who wanted her to get married and keep the royal blood flowing. They tried every nook and cranny for her to get married but she turned them down. She never believes In the moon goddess and her prophecies,she claimed her words were lies and would never abide by the rules, until she met with the fated one, Alpha Aiden.

Alpha Aiden, The Alpha of the seven in one pack was forced to get his mate who was no other person than the demonic princess of Red stone Pack. He had seen and heard rumors of her brutality and he swore to get back at her at all cost. His motive was to appear like a suitor and take her out as a bride while he would kill her on the way for every havoc she's caused, especially the death of his uncle. He rejected and captured her to his pack as a slave but Tahira really made everything difficult for him. Everything changed when the moon goddess came and prophesied that she was his mate. He had already chosen the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and make her Luna once he ascended the throne but it was futile.

What will he do to her and will Princess Tahira survive?

Sorcerers. Mage. Magic. Spells. Dealing with different dilemmas and revealing the truth behind the mask.

Meliora Hart has been hiding for so long, but not until she finally shows up and enters the Tamora Academy. Thus, she has a goal that she needs to achieve.

Making friends as well as unveiling the truth, she makes sure to do these two. Will she be able to do it all? Will she fight her friends just to get that certain mission? Or will she find companionship throughout her journey?

"It is best you leave because you don't know who you are dealing with."
"But there's something about you that makes me come closer," I said boldly despite his eyes screaming the word dangerous.
He roughly pinned me against the wall, taking a whiff of my scent. "Do you know who you are talking to? No dragon has ever been a match for me, and no lady has ever satisfied my sexual needs, so be careful, little one, because you might likely be wishing for death."
I should have been scared, but my wolf found him fascinating, so I leaned closer and said, "Well, I'm the one to come close enough to tame your untameable dragon."

If you are a fan of reading about the prince charming coming to save the lady in distress, then this isn't for you, because the lady in distress would be the only key to calm the ticking monster from unleashing its wrath on the people.
Garcia is a young lady who had one job, which was to flee for safety, but she ended up fleeing into the hands of the man who is not just a monster but also contributed to the deaths of her pack. Now his enemy also wants her so badly. Would they fight over her, or would they be ready to share her?

Tiara was born into the lowest rank of the pack, a breeder, a wolf destined only to birth heirs for others. After losing her parents, she became the pack’s shadow, overlooked, ridiculed, and treated as nothing more than property.

But everything changes the night Alpha Damien, the heir to the pack’s throne, feels the undeniable pull of fate. His wolf claims Tiara as his mate.

There’s just one problem.
“It’s forbidden for a breeder to be bonded to an Alpha.”

The pack demands he reject her, and tradition threatens to tear them apart. But fate has secrets even the elders don’t know. Tiara isn’t who they think she is. Hidden in her blood is the truth of her lineage: she’s not just a breeder… she’s an Alpha herself.

Now Damien faces an impossible choice:
Abandon his rank and crown to be with Tiara…
Or break their bond to keep his power, a choice that could kill them both.

When love collides with destiny, and secrets ignite war within the pack, can Tiara rise from the ashes of shame to claim her true place and her fated Alpha?

Being recruited to use my extraordinary powers for the mysterious and secretive Carruthers Institute was just what I needed to forget the girl who broke my heart. And my new partner, Joss, is a welcome and sexy distraction, too. But when we're sent on a recon mission, unexpected danger results in devastating tragedy. And my own savior is the last person I'd expect to come to my aid. Can we stop the devious organization hell-bent on world destruction . . . and can I move beyond grief to find a brighter future? Contains sexual scenes and explicit content; recommended for those 18 and over.
SERENDIPITY is created by TAMARA KENDALL, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

“Error, I have a surprise for you” Todd tells me.

“Go away” I yell at him as he grabs what little of my brown hair I have left and yanks me to the ground.

“Why do you always have to talk back to your future Alpha” he seethes; kicking me in the stomach.

“Leave me alone” I plead; he doesn’t stop, until everything goes black.


My name is Error Molchany; the youngest son of Alpha James and Luna Rachael of the River Pack. My Mum died when I was born; due to complications from my birth. Dad and my older brother Todd blame me for my mother’s death.

My father said I was a mistake being born and called me Error. Grandma Nelly hated him for it and raised me. She said Mum always wanted me to be called Danny; so that is what she called me until she died in a house fire when I was 10.

When Grandma died; they chained me up in a corner of the pack house. I am the pack slave. One day; Todd said to me he had a surprise for me. When I asked him what it was; he said ‘this’ and punched me in the face. He still tries to tell me he has a surprise for me; but I don’t fall for it anymore.

Being the pack slave for the last 8 years and 4 months has been a living nightmare. I am forced to do their bidding with silver shackles around my feet; because I’ve tried to run away a few times. Betta Simon asked Dad once; why he doesn’t just let me go and become a rouge. He replied because I needed to be punished for Mum’s death. He is punishing me; because I was born.

I lean down, sucking and licking the sauce off her neck; she groans, moving herself off her chair onto my lap. I lift her mouth to mine. We kiss one another with deep desire.

My name is Jessica, Jessica Bloome, and I will be 18 soon. Don’t tell Alpha Sebastian though. He thought I was 10 when he killed my father and took me and my best friend Olivia to be he’s personal slaves four years ago. One night Alpha Sebastian gets drunk and grabs my arm. “Let go of me” I yell, pulling my arm away from him. I get a punch in the face and fall to the ground. I hold my head; one kick, two kicks, three. He’s screaming, “How dare you embarrass me, you little slut.” I can barely breathe as he tries to grab my neck. “DO NOT TOUCH MY MATE” Someone stops him. Mate? Did I hear that right? I roll over to see who’s speaking. Brown eyes; auburn hair. “Alex” I whisper before everything goes black.

I gave my best friend my kidney and he fell in love with someone else.
He is not my boyfriend.
Even though I've seen his lips on mine, even though he gets jealous, even though he acts like he owns my heart—he has never asked me out.
I've loved him for as long as I can remember.
I know everything about him. I take care of him. I never forget his birthday, his habits, or the way he smiles when he thinks no one is watching.
When he was sick and needed a donor, I didn't hesitate.
I couldn't watch my best friend die. So I gave him my kidney.
I thought that meant something.
But he loves someone else now—someone new, someone who doesn't even love him back.
I can't confess.
If I lose him as my best friend, I lose everything.
So I stay silent. I suffer alone.
And I keep asking myself the one question I'm too afraid to say out loud, What if he has always loved me too?

I saved her… hid her from the world. Camouflaged her from my enemies. For years, I wondered if I did the right thing. Was the family I left her with taking good care of her? When I enter the auction, I get my answer. I never expected to see her big blue eyes again. Never expected for her to be the main attraction. Virgin for sale… highest bidder wins. I had no intention of buying her, but her body called to me. I find myself bidding. Again and again. Until I’m the proud owner of an eighteen-year-old virgin. She thinks I saved her again. She's so wrong. I just threw her to the hungry wolf. I’m going to enjoy breaking her down. Piece by piece. But not before I seek out the family that promised to protect her and get my revenge.

When Siana Price was 23, the bottom fell out of her world. Now she can only run as her entire life unravels
She finds a town called Winter Haven where nothing is what it seems and, as it turns out, neither is she.
But when the quest to become what she should have been all along wakes a nightmare from the deep, Siana has a decision to make that could end the world
Or save it.
Winter Haven's Promise is created by Mia Davis, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

Chloe Davenport and Benjamin Grayson grew up in a small, country town in Oklahoma. Each lived on the separate sides of the tracks. On one side, Chloe played the perfect daughter. Her father was a preacher, and was expected to be a proper lady. Tired of being good, she takes a walk on the wild side. Benjamin was the badboy of the town. He always had a beautiful woman on his arm everywhere he went. When he sees Chloe walking onto the wrong side of the tracks, she is immediately on his radar. Benjamin is the town trash and Chloe is miss goodie two shoes. What happens when one encounter leads to another? It sparks a beautiful friendship between two people from different lifestyles. Chloe is the light and fluffy vanilla and Benjamin is the dark chocolate syrup that taints the innocence.

Ardala is a banished Selkie, doomed to face the human world for the crime of upsetting the balance of the Sea Court.
Vajra is the one called to tutor her when she's found starving and cold on the beach where she was left.
When the unthinkable happens, when a bond is provoked between them, something is revealed that will change the course of history.
The Fae Courts will never be the same.
Banished is created by Mia Davis, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Carina is the Soul, one of the last members of a perishing race chased across space in search of a refuge.
Ishaan is a planetary councilor, tasked with the examination of the new species.
But when sparks fly between them and the evil finds them, what choice will they make to save everything?
Love in an Open Hand is created by Mia Davis, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Selina-

Kade was exactly the type of man I should have never fallen for. He was the one our mother's warned us about and the reason our father's owned a shotgun. I made the mistake of falling for his charms and good looks.

What did I get in the end?

My heart shattered to pieces and pregnant at eighteen. I shouldn't have ever slept with him because in the end all I got was a daily reminder that I was a fool for ever believing his broken promises that we'd be together forever. He told me he loved me and that he'd never leave me. I didn't regret having a baby though. I loved little Kaden more than anything in the world.

He lied.
He left without a note or even a phone call.
I never heard or saw from him again.
My parent's disowned me and said I was a disgrace.
I moved away and started a new life.
I made new friends and they took me in like family.
Caterina Lucchese became my best friend.
I started dancing in her father's club, but then I saw him.
The man I was still desperately in love with walked in.
Now, he works here as a bartender.
I wanted to hate him, but my body always gave in to his desires.
There's one thing he doesn't know.
A secret that could make him hate me forever.
I've been hiding the fact he has a son.
I want to tell him, but he hurt me.
Will he forgive me when he finds out the truth?

This is a m/f/m erotica

With the witches at war with the werewolves and vampires, it's up to King Allesandro to step up and eliminate the threats. But then something happens. He finds his beloved. He never thought he and his brother could ever find their mate. They never wanted one... until her. The obedient servant to the twin vampires. They love to share her and make her succumb to their needs. And she loves to serve them.

In the southern continent four large kingdoms predominate, and to strengthen the alliance arranged marriages are predestined. The Summer Kingdom with its future Queen Stella merged with the Spring Kingdom with its future King Antony. After the border that separates the kingdoms, the wedding between King Cassian of the Winter kingdom, and Queen Rose of the Autumn kingdom takes place. Cassian went through challenges, facing his father who at all costs wants to return to be king again. Bella has lived through a terrible situation provided by her husband, who hates her, they have discovered secrets that they would rather never know. The plot brings war, betrayal and marriage arranged for power. And with no choice but to save everyone he loves, Cassian and Bella team up on an adventure to an unknown realm in search of help! In the midst of so much chaos, a forbidden romance emerges, secrets are revealed and a new kingdom is discovered. In the most surprising moments the discovery of magic surprises, and when all was lost. A revelation about death, and the salvation of all. But nothing serious a fairy tale. Loveless union between different kingdoms causes changes in everyone's lives. Is it possible in the midst of so much chaos to fall in love?

When I woke up with a hangover, I found a handsome and naked stranger sleeping beside me.

I’m Tanya, a surrogate’s daughter, an omega with no wolf and no scent.
On my 18th birthday, when I planned to give my virginity to my boyfriend, I found him sleeping with my sister.
I went to the bar to get drunk, and accidentally had a one-night stand with the handsome stranger.
I thought he was just an ordinary werewolf, but they said he was Marco, the alpha prince and the most powerful Lycan in our kingdom.
‘You slut, you’re pregnant! Fortunately, Rick is kind enough to let you be his mistress and save you from shame.’ my stepmother said, tossing a pregnancy strip on the table.
Rick was an old pervert. No she-wolf could keep up with his sexual demand. No she-wolf could survive with him more than 1 year.
When I was in despair, Marco came to my rescue. He got down on one knee, took out a ring and said he would marry me.

I thought Marco married me because he loved me, but later I found that was not the truth…

In a frantic movement, he tries to move his hands towards me but he can’t because of the handcuffs. He groans and leans up to me. He wants to take control but he can’t. I laugh mischievously and kiss him now, putting my tongue in his mouth and he forcefully kisses me back, exploring my mouth. He becomes even harder and I moan from the intensity of him.
He growls through gritted teeth and it sounds like a promise to torture me with pleasure. It sends tingles down my spine and between my legs. My hands caress his muscular arms, they run up to the handcuffs and he clenches his hands into fists like he is trying to control some strong force within him. I am excited to see him battling with his desire. I want to tease him even more.
I laugh. "Seems like I'm in control after all."
******
I’m Ellie, an orphan. I fall in love with my daddy’s friend, Austin. He’s the Alpha King. He’s my adoptive father. And he’s twice my age.

Ellie accidentally has a one-night stand with a stranger the day her adoptive father returns from war.
Wow, this stranger is so hot and good in bed! He’s much better than her scary guardian, only the room is too dark to see his face.

When bloodthirsty, ruthless Alpha Austin learns his little Ellie had a one-night stand with a man, he is furious.
"Who is that guy?"
"You have no right to know who he is!"
"If I find out who that stupid male dog is, I'll make him regret doing this to you!"
"He isn't a stupid male dog. He’s the best man I've ever met. He's sexy, he's strong and he makes me happy!"
Until one day, Austin finds that stupid male dog is him…

"You need to get a lady pregnant!!" Aurelio Dad's loud voice rang in his head and he slowly put down the magazine he had used to cover his face giving his dad a questioning look.

"Dad... excuse me?" he replied clearly shocked by his dad words.
****
Aurelio Bertram, a 24 years old handsome billionaire, Grandson of a mob boss and the son of a highly recognized business man in the City, and for Aurelio..he is the combination of both but was temporarily nothing. His family happened to be one of the most feared and respected family in the city.

Just when he had thought of taking his revenge on one of his childhood rival and an enemy to his family, and to go for one of a huge party event, his dad and Grandpa weren't ready to allow him but since he was of age to take over their family business, he put a condition that Aurelio must get a Lady that'd get him a child to be a heir to him but it didn't go as expected.

Aurelio Bertram, known as a Man whore in his family and he thought it'd be easy to fulfill his task but no, this time no single Lady got pregnant until he met;

Erica James, A middle class hotel waitress, she's simple, has a very good body shape that'd make men drool over her. Her parents left her since highschool since she didn't further her educations for her own reasons, they believed nothing good would come out of her. But then after one night Aurelio spent with her, she got pregnant and thought of running away with the pregnancy out of shame but how would she run away with the All powerful Aurelio Bertram's Child...??
A child that would be his heir?!...

Kiera Scott is a 21 years old single lady, she Lives alone since she graduated from high school. Sometimes her friends comes around to visit her. Luckily enough for her she's the only daughter of her family and very pampered. She's pretty... The perfect definition of beauty can be told alone by looking at her. She's loved by everyone and works in a very good company and paying one...loved by her colleagues..... But! The only problem is her Boss.

He's Tibby Wilf ...

Tibby Wilf is a sex freak, crazy, mean, extra arrogant... He hates being corrected... But Kiera keeps crushing on him.

her mom would always tell her her to quit her job since she has a boss as like him, but she keeps refusing cos she loves him but she never knew he was a sex addict.

He'd always scold her when she's wrong and not...till she got used to it


Kiera heard a female loud voice as she hurriedly ran to a room wondering who could that be
She doesn't wants to be seen by anyone cos her boss said so. if she by mistake let anyone see her in his house she'd lose her job.
panic took over as she ran in...just then Wilf walked out of the bathroom with towel around his waist
"you!!" he called as she turned back shocked to see her boss half naked.
"arrgh!" she screamed and shut her eyes
"what you doing here?" she asked
"I should ask you that!" he fired back as she opened her eyes
'gosh...so hot' she gasped inwardly
"I'm hiding... please" she whispered as she walked closer to him
"hey... stay back" he hurriedly said as she staggered back
"arrgh!" she screamed as he pushed her back but unfortunately... his towels fell of his waist.

"Shut your fvcking mouth close!!" Zach yelled out of anger.
Madison had been frustrating him for the past few days and deep down it hurts him, it was an emotional frustration.
"I thought you liked it wide open huh" she replied with a smirk and walked to his table.

He felt his body twitch at her dirty words, she had known him too well.
"I am remaining a Doctor!, Who do you think you are to tell me to quit my profession?!' she yelled out and he stood up from his table and walked to her while he was opening his suit jacket.

" Wha-wha--"
"I am your Daddy like you cried last night, and you are mine" he replied and crashed his lips on her before she could say anything.


Darly Madison, a well trained medical doctor and surgeon has been living a peaceful life until one day her best friend asked her to go with her to a night Party in one of the popular hotels in the city.

There she had a one night stand with no other person but Zach Westley, a dominant and possessive Mafia boss.
Now her world changes from being a surgeon to being claimed by the Mafia.

I gave up five years of my marriage for nothing.

My son is dead. He died on his fifth birthday, waiting for his father to come home. But instead of his dad, a car accident took him. And his father? He was a thousand miles away, with another woman.

For five years, I put up with my husband's coldness and his family's constant humiliation. I thought having a child would melt his icy heart. I was wrong—so terribly, laughably wrong.

He couldn't even focus at our son's funeral—his eyes were only for his old flame, his "true love." It wasn't until I was on my deathbed that he finally shed those fake tears of regret. But it was too late. My child was gone. My love had died. And soon, I would be gone too.

This marriage, this whole life—it's all been one big joke. I just want to find my son as soon as I can. To tell him that his mother never gave up on him. To promise him that in another world, we'll never be apart again.

Mara Vale was the intern everyone forgot.

She carried coffee into rooms where decisions were made, fixed printers no one thanked her for, and watched her ideas appear under another woman's name. At Vane & Co., she was told to be grateful for the badge that barely opened any doors.

Then, one stormy night in the sealed archive, Mara found a file the board had hidden for twenty years.

It said the company was still searching for its missing heiress.

It said someone had buried the real girl inside the lowest rung of the business.

And beside the photograph of a vanished child with Mara's eyes, someone had written one instruction in red ink:

Do not let her rise.

Caroline Mercer once believed kindness could be proven by sacrifice. She took in two orphaned children, gave them schools, doctors, tutors, rooms beside her daughter's nursery, and a path into the Mercer name.

Years later, those children returned as witnesses against her. Sloane Vale smiled for the cameras while calling Caroline a monster. Nolan Vale handed federal investigators a beautiful stack of forged evidence. Caroline's husband was broken, her company was seized, and her only daughter, Evelyn, died after being traded into a marriage meant to protect everyone else's reputation.

Then Caroline opened her eyes on the morning the Vale children first arrived at her door.

This time, she would feed them. She would house them. She would educate them. She would keep every receipt, every doctor's report, every legal notice.

But she would never again give strangers the keys to her child's future.

He calls me Sage, a blank canvas he reshapes to fit his whims. My Alpha, Kieran—the King of the North—blindfolds me each night, his whispers soft against my ear as he breathes my name.

Yet his intense stare cuts right through me, fixated on the distant moonlight he craves but can never touch. The irony stings—he looks at another through my eyes, just as I scour him for echoes of my fiancé, lost to me ten years ago. We serve as flawless stand-ins for each other, offering warmth in this prison of hate and longing, even as we tear at one another's wounds.

When the harsh truth strips away our last veil of illusion, how will this deceitful game we've played finally unravel? "You are not my Alpha," I whisper, "you are just my moon." But when that moonlight dims, can our shattered spirits still navigate the infinite shadows to find home?

They told me my daughter drowned. Too much to drink, a slick deck, a terrible accident.

Then they put a number on her, slid the check across the table, and asked me to sign away the right to ever ask how she died.

I signed.

They didn't ask what I'd do after.

I changed my name. I spent three years earning a desk in their building, close enough to hear the man who buried her joke about the father who "made some noise, took the money, and went away."

He doesn't know my face. None of them do.

They thought the money bought my silence.

They have no idea what it bought.

The folder slid across the table toward Hannah's husband. Sign here. Family helps family.

What the Whitfields never once thought to wonder was that the quiet daughter-in-law they'd spent four years bleeding had almost three million dollars they couldn't see.

She'd hidden it for one reason: to keep the only good man in that family from being turned into their wallet.

Now they wanted his signature. His house. His name on their debt.

They had spent a lifetime underestimating the quiet one.

They were about to learn what that costs.

They paid me a fortune to authenticate a masterpiece. It took eight seconds to know it was a forgery — and eight more to understand I was the forgery they'd hired.

The brushwork was my great-grandmother's. The woman they let die in a county ward, calling herself a liar for daring to say the paintings were hers.

The Ashford name sits on three centuries of art, scholarship, and law. None of it is theirs. He stole her words. His wife stole her paintings. They built a dynasty on a woman they erased — and never learned her blood runs in me too.

I'm the lawyer they brought in to seal one more theft. I said no.

By the time they remember her name, they won't have one left to sign.

They put the calm ones on graveyard. I'm calmer than calm - I can't read a face to save my life, but give me a voice and I'll tell you what you ate for dinner and what you're lying about.

3:07 a.m. A woman calls. A struggle. The line dies.

By sunrise there's no body, no report, and the call I logged has wiped itself clean - like it never rang. The whole city is asleep on it.

But I've never trusted the system. I keep my own copy of every call.

He erased her. I kept the tape. Now he just has to find out the night guy nobody looks at has been listening the whole time.

I’m the only person on Earth with a clinically proven antibody capable of neutralizing this rare deadly virus.
I caught the virus when I was six. Its mortality rate was staggeringly high, and everyone thought I’d never pull through. Against all odds, I recovered entirely on my own. By some strange twist of biology, my body made the world’s sole antibody that could fight this virus off.
Once I turned eighteen, I signed up to donate my serum as a volunteer.
For twenty years straight, rain or shine, I showed up to donate free of charge—107 separate donations in total. Each time, I pulled a gravely ill patient back from death’s brink.
I’m no saint living to save the whole world. Every last donation was done for my mother.
Back when I was six, my father’s infidelity drove my mother to take her own life. What happened was cruel beyond measure, completely unforgivable.
A fortune-teller once told me my mom’s lingering resentment ran far too deep. To free her trapped, wandering soul for good, a blood relative of hers had to finish exactly 108 acts of good deeds.
Twenty years in, only one deed remained. Just one more, and my mother’s spirit could finally rest in peace.
But when the hospital sent out an urgent emergency SOS this time around, I did something I’d never done in two decades.
I turned their request down flat.

They built a hundred-year name on a scholarship they stole from a dead girl.

This morning that name landed on my desk. Brooke Hale, applicant. One signature away from the federal clerkship her family has won, somehow, in every generation since 1962.

I'm the one who signs.

I wrote three words instead. Recommend denial. Then I sat with my hands flat on the file so they'd stop shaking.

The Hales think it's a cold case. A girl named Iris, ruled ineligible sixty years ago, gone quiet, gone poor, gone.

They don't know Iris was my great-grandmother.

They don't know I kept the letter.

My locker door swings open and the hate mail tumbles out like confetti from hell. Murderer's daughter. Your dad killed kids. Die like them.
Three weeks since the news broke, and they just keep coming.
I'm on my hands and knees, frantically shoving the notes into my backpack while the hallway erupts in laughter. Sarah steps over me like I'm roadkill.
The first time I drowned, I thought it was an accident. The second time, I thought I was losing my mind. But by the third time—watching Blake's lifeless body sink next to mine in that chlorine-burning water—I finally got it. Time isn't moving forward. It's stuck, like a broken record, spinning back to the day Blake could still dive like an Olympic champion, before the accident stole everything from him.
This time, I won't let him jump in after me.
I have to save Blake from me. But I'm drowning in more than just pool water, and I don't know how to surface. I don't know how to stop this endless loop of death and guilt and love that's killing us both, over and over again.
How do you break a curse when you're the one who cast it?

My husband Michael's father and my own father shared the same name—Robert. His was Robert Carter; mine, Robert Smith. I once thought it a sweet coincidence, until that 3 AM phone call turned this quirk of fate into a living nightmare.
The nursing home called to say Robert Carter had died, but when Michael returned from his business trip, he assumed it was my father who had passed. "Old Robert's finally gone," he smirked. "Should've moved him to the cheaper nursing home ages ago." Can you believe it? His own father—the man who'd left him an inheritance—and there he was, helping his medical intern mistress cover up malpractice, dismissing the death as "just some useless old man."
He has no idea he's protecting his father's killer. No clue I've seen through his cold-bloodedness all along.
I wonder, when the truth finally hits him, how will this absurd tragedy end?

I was "Ghost," the undefeated legend of the underground racing circuit. To uncover the truth behind the tragic fall that left my sister, Sylvia, in a coma, I disguised myself as a timid, pathetic scholarship student and infiltrated Spencer Academy—an elite world ruthlessly ruled by old-money families and the hockey dynasty.

I thought my petty revenge was flawless when I slashed a bully's tire with a razor blade hidden in my sleeve. But I was caught red-handed by the academy's most feared predator: Rowan King, the "Tyrant of the Ice."

He was Sylvia's rumored boyfriend. More importantly, he was the last person to see her that night.

With a single glance, he shattered my "good girl" facade. He knew my true identity as the street racer "Ghost," and he knew exactly why I had sneaked into his school.

I should have treated him as my prime suspect. But between his fiercely dominant advances and his reckless, deadly protection, he was making my heart race entirely out of control...

When I scrolled across that photo of Tyler with his arms wrapped around Rachel at 2 AM, I nearly shattered my phone against the wall. That bastard—maintaining our "just scratching an itch" arrangement while wooing her with soulmate bullshit?

With anger burning through my veins and my skin flushing hot, I stormed off to the jazz bar determined to expose him.

But who could have guessed that in the middle of this dramatic showdown, I'd discover the truth about Seth—the one secretly marking up my sheet music, the one who decked Tyler for me?

Maybe this gut-wrenching betrayal was actually the universe's twisted way of pointing me toward something real.

My husband Ronald's best friend Clyde died three months ago, and with his last breath, he made Ronald promise to take care of his pregnant widow, Jennifer. From that moment, Jennifer invaded our lives, and I was only four months pregnant at the time.

Then Jennifer got caught in a gang shootout. She needed an emergency blood transfusion, and she had this rare blood type—Rhnull. Turns out, I'm Rhnull too.

To save Jennifer and her baby, Ronald forced me to abort mine.

I woke up, and my world collapsed.

Lying next to me was Sebastian—the golden boy, the heir to the Rhodes empire, and the nemesis who has tormented me for twenty years.

I fled. I swore to take that night to my grave. If I kept my mouth shut, no one would know.

But Fate has a twisted sense of humor. Five weeks later, two red lines on a pregnancy test slapped me in the face. I’m pregnant. And the father isn’t just my childhood nightmare. He’s the man who just bought my company. My new boss.

I tried to hide. He hunted me down. He scares off my dates. He tramples my pride. He invades my life like a tyrant. He mocks me in public, yet destroys anyone who touches me in private.

"Nancy, did you really think you could escape?" He pins me against the wall, his eyes dark, that familiar scent of cedar suffocating me. "Admit it. You hate me, but you need me."

On my eighteenth birthday, I didn't get a cake. I got a slap from my mother and my MIT acceptance letter crushed under her heel.

In their eyes, I wasn't a daughter—I was a walking blood bank, a spare part for my cousin Jennifer.

They took my blood, made me take the blame, even sent me to prison in her place.

In that car accident, my mother saved my cousin without hesitation and left me to bleed out in the wreckage.

"Save Jennifer first! That wretch is too stubborn to die!"

That's when I gave up on them.

But what truly broke me wasn't being sent to a mental hospital—it was the diary I found hidden in my mother's safe.

I had to claim Caleb tonight.

I had paid a six-figure premium to contract a high-level werewolf mate from the nation’s top "Fated Mates" agency. I had chosen him for his elite stats, the "absolute submission" guaranteed in his file, and most importantly, a face that could put any Hollywood A-lister to shame.

But over the last few months, things had completely derailed from my expectations.

He refused to let me touch him!

I have to figure out what's going on.

The day I walked in on my boyfriend screwing that blonde tramp, I dropped the homemade tiramisu right there on the floor—our two-year relationship smashed to bits, messier than the splattered cream.

I ducked into a bar, slamming back whiskey, when this guy in a sharp black suit sidles up, his voice smooth as silk laced with bourbon. I spat out, "Help me forget him," but ended up totally lost in the presidential suite. He backed me against the wall, tore open my blouse, his tongue circling my nipple before biting down hard, leaving me breathless. "You taste like candy, baby—tonight, I'm gonna eat you up."

But then my boyfriend FaceTimes, spots the guy behind me, and loses it, screaming, "Dad!"

I went ice-cold—my hookup was my boyfriend's stepdad? Even worse, this thirty-three-year-old powerhouse was Brooklyn's deadliest mob boss.

What began as a vengeful fling spiraled into a forbidden nightmare?

Have you ever been treated like a stand-in for your dead sibling by your own mother? I have.

Have you ever been murdered by your own mother? I have.

My name is Aira, and today is my sister Lily's birthday. It's also the anniversary of my death—the day the washing machine became my coffin.

"Why couldn't it have been you who died?"

After four long years, my mom finally got her wish.

I loved Finley for two years.
Until 1:00 AM on a Tuesday, when his best friend, Orion, sent me a half-naked photo and a jarring voice note."
If I actually bag her, don't go flipping out on me. A deal's a deal."
I booked the first flight out to confront him, only to catch the boy I loved naked and thrusting into another woman.
But that wasn't even the part that broke me.
When my roommate bypassed the hockey team's private Discord server, I found a channel named: #locker-room-bets.
There was my boyfriend, typing the words that shattered my world: "She's boring... She's like a lost puppy, you can't shake her... Play with her all you want."
My loyalty and two years of my life were nothing but a sick joke.
The entire hockey team had put money down on when I would willingly spread my legs for his best friend.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.

When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."

But whenever Brianna came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Parker saved my life, Claire. I owe his family everything."

And like a fool, I believed him eight times.

Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.

Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.

Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.

All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.

Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.

He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.

He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

My husband and parents wanted me dead. All because my sister was "dying."

They shoved a divorce agreement and an experimental surgery consent form at me.

I was supposed to be her donor.

But they didn't know I was the one actually dying.

Three days ago, they told me I had terminal bone cancer.

One month to live.

So when they threatened me into some back-alley surgery, I smiled.

I was already dying anyway.

I donated a kidney to my adopted sister.

Seven days later, I lay on the cold hospital bed, listening to my fiancé and family laughing down the hall.

They were popping champagne to celebrate my adopted sister's discharge.

No one remembered I had just had surgery. No one remembered my nut allergy.

When someone handed me a plate of almonds, I smiled.

I shoved them into my mouth, handful after handful, and swallowed them down. Then I told them I was done fighting for their love.

My fiancé demanded I postpone our wedding. My brother beat me until I bled and locked me on the rooftop to die.

After being abandoned eighty-eight times, I finally learned how to love myself—by cutting everyone who failed me out of my life.