10 Book(s) Related to uriah shelton

[HIS SERIES BOOK #3]

"You're my light, my love, and my shelter." -Gabriel Elizar.

He chose to chase her. From the moment he laid his eyes on her, he began to fall deeper. But not all love story deserves a happy ending. Things ended up so bad, resulting into a multiple heartbreaks.

As Gabriel finally realized that the woman he loves wasn't destined to him, he decided to give up. He came back to his unselfish shelter, the woman he never thought of as his love. The woman who is willing to provide a home for his wrecked heart.

In his past life, Ethan was thrown straight to the flesh-eating horde by his bitter rival, Ryan.
Reborn days before the outbreak, he liquidates every asset he owns to build an impenetrable fortress—trading useless paper wealth for heavy steel plates, industrial deadbolts, and hard inventory numbers.
Ten days later, hell opens up, and the suburbs turn into a lawless, blood-soaked meat grinder.
Then comes a frantic knock on his heavy security door.
It’s Mara—Ryan’s drop-dead gorgeous, curvaceous wife—soaked to the bone, desperate, and begging for shelter.
Behind his wall of monitors, Ethan looks down at the security feed with absolute, icy detachment.
"My fortress. My rules. Out here, I call the shots."

In my last life, my mother-in-law locked me in the attic, and my wife openly cheated on me with the neighbor. Even when I was dying of terminal cancer, they bled me dry until my very last breath! Now that I've been reborn, the extreme-heat apocalypse is just around the corner. In this life, I'm living for myself. I spend every last cent of my savings stockpiling three years' worth of supplies and building a heat-proof survival villa! Now I can sit back and watch my mother-in-law's family struggle to survive in the deadly heat. Beg on their knees for my forgiveness? No! I will never forgive them!

In the wasteland, I earned enough military merit to be awarded two territories by the Alliance: an industrial city and an iron mine in the frozen tundra. In my previous life, my wife's younger brother threw a fit until he got the industrial city, while my wife forced me to take the frozen tundra iron mine instead. While their whole family lived easy in the industrial city, squeezing the workers dry, I was down in the frozen tunnels, struggling to dig ore day after day. Then the acid rain apocalypse came. The industrial city was corroded and brought crashing down by the acid rain, and my wife's family ended up covered in burns and open wounds. Meanwhile, I was doing just fine inside the frozen mine shafts. Out of kindness, I sent people to bring them to my side. I never expected my wife's entire family to turn on me and kill me together. Before I died, I detonated every last stick of dynamite in the mine and dragged them all to hell with me.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the Alliance office where the territories were being assigned. And this time, the first thing I heard was my wife saying, "Shut up! Give the industrial city to your brother-in-law!"

On the morning before Christmas Eve, I was polishing my shoes in my apartment, preparing to meet my girlfriend Camilla's parents, who lived in the uptown, the next day to discuss marriage.
Through years of hard work, I finally bought a house in the city.
I suddenly had a splitting headache, and a blue system interface appeared on my retina, telling me that the sea level would rise by 8,000 meters in 24 hours and that a deep-sea mutated tide would submerge the world.
To survive, I must get 10 people to each transfer $ 5,000 to me before the countdown ends , and I will receive an asylum spot for each transfer I receive.

48-hour countdown to an arctic apocalypse. I asked my wife for $50,000 to buy a system shelter to save our lives, but she told her family I wanted the money to support a mistress. I scraped together $50,000 from various sources and was about to activate the shelter when my wife called, triumphantly telling me she'd already transferred all my assets and was hiding in a luxury villa with her lover.

She didn't know that when the extreme cold arrived, the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows would shatter instantly, and the fireplace wood would last no more than three days.

The only place that could truly sustain life was my shelter.

Now, she's kneeling outside the shelter door...

An epic cold snap struck, causing temperatures to plummet to minus eighty degrees Celsius.
My fiancée and best friend occupied my hillside villa, laughing hysterically as they watched a video of me nearly freezing to death.
In their eyes, once I turned into a solid block of ice, they could rightfully inherit my vast fortune and live in this warm, doomsday Noah's Ark.
But what they didn't know was that the video was n't real at all .
I stood in the temperature-controlled bunker twenty meters below them and cut off their main power.
The hunt was about to begin.

My fiance cheated on me with my sister, to get back at him, I seduced his hot daddy, hoping he will get used to calling me stepmother...


"Stop this madness, Joanne!"
"Madness?" I asked as I chuckled softly, "Madness!" I yelled, my voice rising in pitch as tears welled up in my eyes. "Madness is fcking my sister behind my back! Madness is thinking you have the fcking right to barge into my house and slap me in the face! That's madness!"
Rylan, my ex fiance, took a step closer, "Don't you think you're being pathetic, chasing after my father out of some childish grudge because I didn't return your feelings? Stop being so fucking petty and acting like a child," he spat, his words like daggers to my heart.
A wave of pain washed over me as I bit my lips. "I don't know what you did to convince my father, but I advise you to stop before you make a fool of yourself," he added, his voice dripping with contempt.
I walked closer to Rylan, "Get used to calling me stepmother, you fcking ashole," I spat.
"And you know what?" I held his collar and pulled him closer to me.
"You are not invited to my wedding."

I'm going to propose.
I knew Thomas loved me. I could feel it in the way he looked at me, the way he held me like I was his whole world. And I loved him just as much. We were ready- I was ready. So why drag it out?
Heart pounding, I took one last sip of the drink I had been nursing for an hour, hoping it would give me a little more courage.
I walked up to him and, without giving myself time to overthink, I blurted it out. "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
Silence. An impossibly long, heavy silence.
And then, the reply, "Well, that's… unexpected."
That voice- it wasn't Thomas' voice. It was deeper, smoother, a voice that sent a chill down my spine.
Standing there, eyebrows raised, was the CEO. The CEO. Looking every bit as shocked as I felt.
Oh. My. God.
I had just proposed… to my boss.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry," I stammered, my face probably turning ten shades of red. "I thought you were- this is so embarrassing, I-"
But he didn't look horrified. He was… smiling? And then, as if the universe hadn't humiliated me enough, he said, "Yes."


Her plan was flawless: surprise her secret boyfriend with a heartfelt proposal on Valentine's Day. Simple, romantic, perfect- until one drunken mistake turned everything upside down.
Now, she's somehow stuck in a fake engagement with her boss. As if that wasn't messy enough, she discovers her boyfriend has been sneaking around with someone else.
Her one reason to escape this charade is gone. But the longer she plays the role of his fiancee, the harder it gets to remember it's all pretend...

"So," Ethan said, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "Guess we're... family now."
The way he said "family" made it sound like the last thing he wanted, and honestly, I didn't disagree. I forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as nervous as I felt. "Yeah. Small world, huh?"
"Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice low and a little rough. His gaze bore into mine, and I swear, for a split second, there was something... different in his eyes. Something fierce and primal.
"Feel what?" I asked, hating how breathless I sounded.
"Like... a connection."
I blinked, taken aback. I shook my head, trying to clear whatever haze had fallen over me, "Ethan, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but-"
"It's not a game." He cut me off, his voice going even softer, almost like he was talking to himself. "It's... something else."
He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, close enough that I could hear him growl as he inhaled me. Like, he literally growled.
Then, just as I thought I had lost my mind, he whispered a word.
"Mate." 


Camila has always kept her head down and kept to herself. But that was before she discovered her new stepbrother was Ethan- the infuriating, untouchable heartthrob of her school. She's used to staying out of the spotlight, but Ethan's arrival flips her world upside down. Brooding and untamed, he's as tempting as he is off-limits. There's a rumor he's more than just a pretty face, that there's something wild hidden behind those intense eyes. Something dangerous. The more Camila tries to keep her distance, the more their worlds collide in ways she can't explain. With every stolen glance and forbidden touch, she's pulled closer to a secret that's as thrilling as it is terrifying. A secret that blurs the line between human and beast, love and fate.
And once Camila learns the truth, she'll have to choose: keep her distance… or risk everything for a taste of the forbidden.