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Jonathan cheated death five years ago. Since then, he started seeing ghosts.

But he was a total scaredy-cat, and he couldn't stand the sight of them. And then, there

was this ghost who was obsessed with him. She said she needed help. But the

annoying ghost wants to take over his body! Too bad for him, there's no turning back

now. He already made a deal with the ghost.

Submitting to the lead singer

Tamia is a shy, ordinary girl living in Los Angeles, often teased by her peers because she's not up on the latest trends.

A trip to the mall with her friends turns into a chance encounter with the lead singer of a boyband (Jason Draper)- but Tamia has no idea who he is.

The two become fast friends, as Jason is relieved to meet someone who doesn't know anything about his fame. But what happens when Jason's identity is revealed?

*This story is told from two points of view.

Reina Hamilton, heiress to Hamilton Corporation, has had enough of being controlled by her family. She quits formal school and takes up private business schooling on condition, only to learn that her tutor, Jake Acosta Margaux, is the guy with whom she had a one-night stand. As their complicated affair develops, Reina finds out that Jake is also the guy that her parents secretly arranged for her to marry. Betrayed, she pulls away although she has feelings for him. But Jake is not willing to let her go.

As they become betrothed, their love is put to the test by family obligations, business competitiveness, and emotional wounds. When Reina makes the decision to leave and study overseas, their romance is put on hold. Years go by, and she comes back no longer believing in their love—but Jake insists on wooing her again, showing that what they share is authentic, not arranged.

"Mr. Barrett, this was from your ex-wife, saying she wished you a happy wedding!"

The assistant, Jacob, whose expression was a bit solemn, silently handed over the package.

He opened the package, which contained three documents:

The first one was a consent form for the donation of corneas and kidneys;

The second was a report from Washington Hospital on advanced brain cancer;

The third again was a pregnancy test issued by a Washington hospital.

He shuddered as he turned the last page of the document, all the signatures were hers...

"I'll sign the divorce papers, but I need you to promise me three things."

"First, will you smile at me? A real smile."

Andrew Barrett's slightly impatient face froze abruptly, and Jacob froze as well.

"Second, call me 'sweetie' or 'honey', like a husband to a wife."

Jacob had never seen such a simple request before, and at the same time, his heart overflowed with sourness because it was too simple, yet the man she was asking said coldly and stiffly:

"I can't."

Harper Flynn was at peace with herself because Andrew had let her down too many times, so even if she could not get whatever she wanted from him, she could also easily give up.

"Third, let me hug you. Then, I'll sign right away."

Harper reached out her hand, but the man's body remained tightly shut, standing there like a log.

At that moment, Jacob answered a phone call and his eyes lit up.

"Mr. Barrett, Dr. Chambers said that your cornea transplant is ahead of schedule and can be done at the same time as Ms. Wang's kidney transplant."

Within a short time, the three of them entered three separate adjoining operating rooms.

Harper lay on a cold operating table, with her hands resting on her abdomen, her eyes gently closed.

Baby, mommy wanted to hold out for you, but mommy was useless and couldn't hold out until you were born.

Her brain tumor was malignant, with a low success rate for surgery, and she once thought rather than die on the operating table, she'd rather be in pain and opt for conservative treatment. At least this way, she could still spend more time with Andrew.

But now, she was tired, so she'd have to take the baby with her.

At the same time, the red light came on in all three operating rooms.

In the door in the center, doctors removed fresh kidneys and corneas in vessels and stepped into the left and right door.

Jacob, who was waiting outside, watched in horror. Didn't Harper only donate kidneys?

Why would any doctor still come out holding a clear cornea and then walk into that operating room of Mr. Barrett's?!

Did...

Suddenly, from the center operating room came the doctor's panicked yell, "No! Cardiac arrest, how did this happen?"

Jacob was sweating profusely, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, muttering: "Mr. Barrett, you'll regret it, you'll definitely regret it..."

A month later, Andrew, who had regained his sight, did not see Harper show up.

He took out his phone and finally dialed the number.

It took a long time for the other side to answer. Andrew was a little impatient and spoke sharply: "Harper, hurry over and take your stuff away. It's taking up space!"

There was an "uh-huh" and a hang-up.

How long it took, he didn't know, but there was the sound of a door being pushed behind him.

"Mr. Barrett, I've come to pack up Harper's belongings for her."

The visitor was holding a picture frame in his arms, and the person in the black and white photo was clearly Harper!

"You are beautiful, Isabella," he murmured, his voice like a soft caress. “But beauty is just a pretty mask.”

I didn't respond. I couldn't. He reached out and took a strand of my hair, twirling it around his finger. "Do you know why you are here?"

I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned close. It was a suffocating, terrifying, and strangely exhilarating experience. "I.. I do not," I whispered.

He chuckled, a low, guttural sound that sent a chill down my spine. “You are here because you belong to me. You are mine now.”

He pulled me to him, his mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was hard and possessive, demanding, and I was powerless to resist. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, exploring me like I was a newly discovered landscape. It wasn't romantic, wasn't tender; it was pure, raw dominance. I was a possession, his to claim, his to control.

"You are mine, Princess. For the next two months, I own this body and you will not give it out to any other man. I own every fucking inch of this body."



Mireille had been a good girl all her life, sheltered by her protective brother until he goes on a three-month travel.

Mireille has to stay with his best friend whom she last saw in high school. Mireille thinks she would finally be free from her brother's protectiveness but she turns out to be wrong as her brother's best friend is a worse version of her brother... Protective and possessive.

Mireille wants to hate him but it seems to be impossible to hate a man as hot as Dante Romano.

Hot, sexy and a billionaire mafia boss, Dante wants to make Mireille nothing more than his best friend's sister but it seems impossible with the heat that runs through their bodies with their every contact.

She is his innocent princess and she is supposed to remain so but when lust pulls her close, she becomes his woman, his possession, the Bad Boy's Princess.

But there are many more secrets lurking around, secrets insistent on pulling Mireille out of her innocent lifestyle.

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENTS AHEAD.

"Mmmmnnn!" I moaned as his hand moved fast and clamped hard on my jaw, his thumb moving forward towards the entrance of my mouth and prying my lips open forcefully.

His thumb invaded my mouth, and my pussy clenched even harder at that move, my eyes getting hooded as Ethan watched me intently.

My tongue moved around his thumb as I sucked hard on it, but just then, he pried his finger out, and I was left gasping hard, my face heated with arousal.

"You are one slutty little red kitten who needs a master to teach her a lesson, hmmm," Ethan whispered, his breath hot against my ear, as his hand hooked in my hair, and he rose to his feet.

What I felt next was the handcuffs slapping shut on both my wrists, the metal cold and heavy on my wrists.

“Now, you can give an answer to my question: did you touch yourself?” Ethan drawled out, his voice heavy with seduction as the gun pressed further into my side belly.


Ruby's life had always been marked by bad luck, starting with her mother's hatred, the betrayal of her best friend, and carrying the child of a hasty one-night stand.

Finally, meeting Ethan seemed to put her life back on track, but that didn't last long, as she soon found herself entangled in a web of mafia wars - a world of guns, bloodshed, and death where even her own life was not guaranteed.

Will she be able to survive it all alive? Perhaps things would be different if Ethan accepted his feelings for her, but in his words, he isn't capable of love.

In the church, the mafia godfather Kane cornered me against the wall, his icy lips pressing against my forehead:
"Remember, you can only be my woman."
I was a nun, yet my alcoholic stepfather had promised me to this dangerous man—
The 34-year-old mafia leader, the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless head of the Moretti family.
He said it was to repay the gambling debt my mother owed, using me as payment.
The wedding was set for next Saturday, and I didn't even have the right to resist.
Over the phone, I desperately questioned him: "How many women have you had? Can you make a list?"
His voice was as cold as ice: "Sonya, before the wedding, if you let another man touch even a finger on you, I'll make you disappear from this world completely."
Fear drove me to lose my mind, and I blurted out: "After being drained by so many female celebrities, will you even last three minutes on Saturday?"
The call was hung up.
That night, I shed my nun's habit, slipped into a black strap mini dress, and walked into the bar.
I had no idea that the roar of a helicopter was approaching, and the man I had enraged was coming to make me pay the price—
"Sonya, I'll make you understand the consequences of defying me."

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job.
Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss.
What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing?
They always tell you not to mix business with pleasure. A story about two people from opposite worlds falling for one another.

The club is planning a team retreat, and sophomore Ashley suddenly raises her hand at the meeting.

"Doesn't Clara's family own a hotel? Cresthaven, right?"

"Since it's your family's place, we could each just chip in fifty bucks for the venue, like you're supporting your own business or something."

Cresthaven is the hotel my grandfather gave me on my eighteenth birthday.

Because it never advertises, outsiders assume it's just some bed and breakfast out in the countryside. In reality, the basic suites run eighty-eight hundred dollars a night, private dining rooms have a hundred-thousand-dollar minimum, and the ingredients get flown in fresh from around the world every single day.

She wants to hand me fifty dollars and get a free two-day retreat for fifty people.

I turn her down on the spot. Next week is already fully booked.

But that night at ten, Ashley posts in the group chat anyway:

[Good news! Thanks to Clara's generous support, the whole club is heading to Cresthaven next week for a two-day retreat, completely free!]

The replies underneath are wall-to-wall flattery.

She wants to use my hotel to buy herself goodwill and build her own reputation.

But that's up to me, not her.

Eight years ago I shoved Chase Whitaker away from a firework he lit on the beach, and it took my eyes.
Everybody in Harbor Point calls him a saint for staying with me. Our families put a ring on my finger when I was seventeen. He's been my eyes since we were ten. He tells me who just walked in and what's in every photo. He promised me in a hospital room that he would never lie to me.
Three weeks ago a surgeon in Boston gave my sight back. Nobody knows except my parents. I was saving it for my eighteenth birthday. Take the dark glasses off, look right at him.
I didn't get that far. At the table I read the message on his phone.
Honestly? Sometimes I wish that firework had just finished the job.
Then my friend since sixth grade leaned over to tell me he'd been staring at me all night, and he kissed another girl over my shoulder while he held my hand.
They think I still can't see. I'm going to let them.

On college application day, my two childhood sweethearts, Blaise and Kieran, were completely bewitched by Mari. The manipulative girl talked them into abandoning their prestigious university spots to attend a small community college with her. I tried desperately to stop them, even contacting their parents to prevent them from ruining their futures.
Yet when Mari ended up dead months later, the blind boys blamed everything on me. They tricked me to the cliff and shoved me down brutally, making me pay for a crime I never committed.
Miraculously, I am reborn on this exact day. This time, I will not interfere. I will watch silently and let them bear the consequences of their own foolish choices.

The Boys of Hawthorne is a four-part series about four brothers who know the meaning of 'Blood is thicker than water,' and the girls who ultimately bring each of them to their knees.

Boston:
Boston- There's just something about sneaking around that gets the blood pumping, and sneaking around with my stepsister gets me excited in more ways than one. But falling for her, that was never a part of the plan. I should have known that once I’d had a taste of her, there would be no turning back.

Lincoln:
Lincoln- There’s nothing I like more than a good time, but when a little blonde with bright green eyes lands in my line of sight, I’m drawn to her like never before. Her innocence just makes me want to corrupt her, in only the best ways, of course, and when she’s taken from me? There isn’t anything that I won’t do to get her back.

Jackson:
Jackson- I was caught off guard when she opened up my mark's door. And when I see her later that same night, I try to do the right thing, but she was just too tempting. And now that she's in my life, even if it is a little differently than I could have imagined, I’m not about to let her go. At least, not if I can help it.

Dallas:
Dallas- My past creeps up on me in more ways than one, just as I’m finally turning my life around after making the biggest mistake of my life. I can’t stop thinking about her, but being a part of her life might be bringing danger to her doorstep and all I want to do is protect her, even if it means pushing her away.

Have you ever had a crush on your best friend and you didn't dare confess...
That's my fate, my name is Amy and I had a secret crush on my best friend, the Alpha Prince of Westwood Pack.
I'd rather remain Jade's friend forever than lose him. That was my plan until my 18th birthday.
"Why am I mated to two?"
One is my best friend. The other is his enemy.
Jade shrugged. "Since the night I turned 18." Years of hiding while he broke hearts. When I begged for loyalty, he smirked: "I can't give up my free lifestyle."
So I let Nile in, gentle, devoted, everything Jade wasn't. Until I found his "parents' house" empty for five years. "No one has lived here," the neighbor said.
Now I'm caught between the mate who won't change and the mate who might not be real. And someone is hunting us, someone who wants the Alpha Prince dead.
Keeping my crush secret was simple. Choosing between two lies? That's tearing me apart.

He's the small-town bad boy. She's the sheriff's daughter.
Forbidden from being together, driven by their misconceptions of one another these two aren't exactly happy when their paths cross, but what happens when those misconceptions fade and they get a glimpse of who the other really is?
Juniper McDaniels, better known as June, has lived her entire life, shunned from her peers due to her father's position as a Sheriff. No one wants to hangout with the girl whose father could throw them in jail.
At the first party she's allowed to attend before starting her summer prior to college, she saves a life. Not just anyone's life, but bad boy Jake Jacobson, better known as JJ, the guy her father tells her to stay away from.
Suddenly June's social life takes a turn, blossoming as she gets to know JJ's best friends, and eventually even the bad boy himself.
Can these two deny their attractions for one another or will they fall into the temptation of the forbidden fruit?

“What did I promise would happen if you threw another punch, Artemis?” Professor Lucian's silky tone hardened into a dark fascinating baritone.

“Let me see…” Artemis licked his lips with a menacing smile, his cold dark eyes piercing through the professor's oceanic ones. “You said you'll bring me to my knees but something tells me I'll do more than just begging.”

The air in the room shifted as the older man took a step closer.

“Hit me, Artemis,” Lucian took another step closer. “Every second you hesitate, your punishment doubles.”

Artemis lips curled in a smirk as he stepped closer. He raised his hand slowly to the professor's lips but the older man caught it before it could make contact.

An amused chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“Twenty seconds gone, Professor. You better punish me hard,” he smirked.


Artemis McAlester was feared for two reasons. His ability to break anything and his power to own everything. Kingston College was his playground until a red-haired professor with oceanic blue eyes and a dangerous intolerance for spoiled bullies.

Not only did Lucian defy every rule he set, but he was also the one thing Artemis couldn’t own. And that defiance? It was the sexiest thing of all.

Except Lucian wasn't someone he could break. To own the blue-eyed professor, Artemis would have to do the unthinkable. Submit. Break. Let himself be owned.

As long as the only thing between them was desire and pure unadulterated hate.

"I don't want to ever see your fucking face again, you morone." "You will have to come over here and keep me busy before I can stay far away from you."

I froze in horror, he was so fucking gorgeous, he made my clit twitch every single time he opened his mouth to say a word and I am aware that he is a bad boy, but why can't I stay far away from him? Why can't I follow my instincts? Why does being with him and having him in me feel so perfect?

Betrayed by both her mother, the alpha of her pack, his son and the lycan king, Raine finds herself in the hands of death. But fate intervened when a dying witch breathes new life into her, granting her a second at existence. Reborn as a Hexed Wolf, She was the ultimate hybrid with only one word on her mind:REVENGE.
Using her new powers and knowledge of black magic, she brings down all who have hurt her, but what would happen if she finds herself falling in love with the same lycan king that betrayed her?

In my last life, I shoved my wife Sarah out of the path of an oncoming car and ended up critically injured myself.
My mother-in-law, determined to get her hands on my savings, secretly switched my medication with cheap knockoffs and left me permanently infertile.
Then she showed up at my office and made a huge scene, pressuring me to quit my job and become a full-time househusband.
As for her and Sarah? They had the nerve to move in some so-called lover who could "carry on the family line," then used my hard-earned money to support him under my own roof.
When the apocalypse hit, they locked me in a room and fed me to that infected homewrecker.
Now that I've been given a second chance, I look at the three parasites standing in front of me—mocking me, acting self-righteous...
I feel no anger. Only amusement.
Fourteen days until the zombie outbreak, and they're still dreaming about how to bleed me dry.
This time, I'm taking back every cent they stole from me—with interest.
And when the end finally comes, I'll be sitting inside my impenetrable safe house, watching with ice in my veins as they turn on each other in despair.

In my last life, my boyfriend's childhood best friend handed out jars of homemade sunscreen on the boat ride to the island. I'm a marine bio major — one sniff and I knew the mix had something in it that could drive the island's feral hogs into a frenzy. I told everyone to throw them out.
They did. But Brynn didn't look at the group. She looked at me. Eyes red, jaw tight. "You just can't stand seeing people appreciate anything I do, can you?" She turned and ran into the woods alone.
We searched for her all night in a storm. By morning we found her body at the bottom of the cliffs.
A week later, at her memorial bonfire on the beach, every person who'd gotten hurt during the search turned on me. My boyfriend ripped off his bandage and showed his stitches. "If you hadn't humiliated Brynn in front of everyone, she'd still be alive."
Someone said I should burn for what I did to her.
Then hands on my back. The fire. I burned alive on the sand while seventeen people watched.
I opened my eyes. Salt air. Engine noise. I was back on the boat — the morning of the trip.

This is the room.

The same room where Landon once stood, wide-eyed and silent, as I executed three men without hesitation. Where he watched me maim another—slowly, deliberately—because mercy wasn’t part of the equation, I remember the look on his face then: horror, disbelief, something fragile cracking behind his eyes.

And now he’s back.

Not as a witness.

But as the one in chains.

I follow them inside, my footsteps echoing in the silence. I don’t speak. I don’t touch him. But I watch.

Because this isn’t just punishment.

It’s vengeance.


I’ve run this family for ten years. Untouchable. Cold. Ruthless.
I’ve killed before. I’ll kill again.
Nothing shakes me. Nothing gets under my skin.
Until him.
He walked into my bar like he owned the place—swaggering, cocky, sexy as hell. He strutted that tight body like he knew exactly what it did to people. When he stumbled and landed in my lap, I hesitated. Anyone else would’ve had a blade in their throat for touching me without permission.
But then he looked up at me with those amber eyes, and everything before him felt irrelevant.
Now, nothing matters more than making him mine.

Finding out he’s DEA—sent to take me down—wasn’t part of the plan.


Landon is a Senior Special Agent with the DEA. He volunteered to go undercover against Diego Fuentes, even though the pull he felt toward him started long before they met. Now, after witnessing Diego’s brutality and hearing what he does to traitors, Landon knows he’s in too deep.
Will his betrayal cost him everything—including his life?


TW: Contains explicit scenes of sex and violence.

"I didn't kill your father."

The man sat behind the desk, the dagger I'd personally driven into his chest still lodged there, blood staining his shirt, yet he didn't even furrow his brow.

"If I were the killer, you'd already be dead."

—

My name is Serena Belmont.

A week ago, I was the family heir. A week later, my father died mysteriously, my stepmother took control of everything, and my fiancé abandoned me without hesitation.

All evidence pointed to Carlo Morandi—the most dangerous man on Valdoro Island, the feared Mafia godfather.

For revenge, I broke into his estate.

But what he gave me was evidence my father had left behind.

Missing eight million euros, a mysterious university professor, secrets my stepmother had hidden for years... As the investigation deepened, I realized I'd never truly understood the truth behind my father's death.

And Carlo always stood behind me, clearing obstacles for me, blocking danger for me, yet never explaining why he did this.

Until later, when I discovered an old photograph taken secretly for six full years.

The person in the photo was me.

In that moment I finally understood—some people approach you to use you, some to destroy you, and some have kept you in their hearts since before you even knew.

But when the truth surfaces, I don't know whether I should fear the conspiracy behind my father's death...

Or the real reason Carlo protects me.

"Leave my office, Fremantle," he snapped me out of my dazed state and feeling my cheeks redden due to unshed tears, embarrassment and built up anger, I picked my dress and panties and then turned to go.

"Wear the dress, Fremantle."

"You can't be the only one to enjoy my nude body, Mr. Castile. I'm generous, so I think everyone should get a share." I said and then walked out of his office.

He didn't stop me.

But five steps later, I heard his voice over the house speaker.

"All security exit the third floor immediately."

**
Fremantle had never met anyone like him before. He was the direct opposite of her, the type of men her mother warned her about. But how could she stay away from a man who made her panties wet on the first day? She really should've listened to her mother..

Eron never imagined someone like her existed. He wanted her as his, but he also had a feud to take care of against her family. Which would dominate in the end? Love or Vendetta?

The sane can turn you insane.❞ Anger. That's all he feels but when a certain kind of light sheds on his life, resistance is the solution. She binds him in her chains and returns him from the anger to the light. She is his own personal angel. She plays the piano and he's on her heart keys over again. All rights reserved.

Seven years married. Seven years reading minds. Still ended up the biggest joke in New York's underworld.

My husband Dante—Mafia boss—put that ring on my finger thinking, "This should be Elena's."

Seven years taking bullets for him. Seven years tortured for him. All I got was his cold contempt.

Then Elena came back with a kid. I became trash.

"Victoria, you disgust me." He crushed me under his boot, had me beaten bloody—all for her.

That's when my heart died.

I didn't explain. Just watched the clock.

Three hours until the boat leaves.

Dante, we're done. Forever.

“You can't fall in love with your boss.”

My best friend warned me before my first day at the firm.

I laughed.

“Don't worry. I'm already married.”

What I didn't tell her was that my husband was the man walking into the conference room that morning.

Elias Jefferson was the firm's newest partner—a brilliant, wealthy, intimidating attorney who could silence an entire room with a single glance.

And somehow, he was also the stranger I had married only days before.

Nobody at the firm knew.

Nobody could know.

I needed this job. I had spent years struggling to prove that I belonged in the legal world, and I refused to let anyone think I had gotten ahead because I was sleeping with the boss.

So at work, Elias and I became strangers.

He challenged my arguments in meetings. I fought back.

He praised my legal instincts in front of the entire team. I pretended his approval meant nothing.

And whenever our eyes met across the courtroom, I had to remind myself that he wasn't my husband here.

He was my boss.

But when the office lights went out and we went home together, keeping our distance became much harder.

Then one night, Elias told me, “Our marriage was supposed to be temporary. So why can't I imagine letting you go?”

"I want your company in ruins. I want every person who ever invested in you to know exactly who you are."
On the night before her wedding, Isla Montclair discovered her fiancé Ronan had betrayed her with her own sister, Vivienne. She had given up her career, supported his business, and sacrificed everything for him, only to be betrayed, abused, and left to die.
Then she woke up two months earlier.
This time, Isla won't let Ronan and Vivienne take anything from her. With everything she remembers from her past life, she begins rebuilding her career, exposing their lies, and taking back the future that should have been hers.
But her second chance at life brings an unexpected complication. Her powerful boss, Lucian Vale, has started paying attention to her. He watches her, protects her, helps her, and seems to see through everyone around her. Yet behind his calm gaze are secrets Isla doesn't understand.
She has learned the hard way not to trust anyone, and she won't let Lucian fool her either.
But Lucian has his own reasons for keeping Isla close. He is determined to reclaim what should have been his, and this time, he won't stand by and watch anyone take it from him.

3:07 a.m. That’s when my world shattered—via a video call from the boyfriend who’d vanished to Australia without a word. No warning, no goodbye, just a grin and a life-altering secret that left me reeling. But heartbreak doesn’t pause for office hours, and neither does my infuriatingly handsome boss, Rowan Pierce.
One minute, he’s micromanaging my reports and calling me “incompetent” for breathing wrong. The next, he’s dragging me to a business trip in the one country I never wanted to see again, playing the role of my fiancé to seal a deal. A fake kiss that felt too real. A stormy night where he held me like he actually cared. For a second, I let myself believe the ice around his heart was melting—until we got back to London.

Now he’s demoted me to the other side of the building, acting like our time in Australia was just a business transaction. Like the chocolate we shared, the shoulder I leaned on, the way he calmed my panic… meant nothing. But I’m not the girl who gets left behind twice. Caleb broke my trust, but Rowan? He’s playing a game I didn’t ask to join—and I’m about to find out why.

Was it all a lie? Or is the man who’s pushing me away the same one who’s terrified of letting me in? One thing’s for sure: I’m not leaving this office—or this mess—without the truth. And if Rowan Pierce thinks he can use me and discard me? He’s about to learn just how stubborn a heartbroken woman can be.

When my mafia husband moved his brother's widow and son into our home, I didn't shed a tear or throw a fit. Instead, I quietly packed our bags.

"It's hard for Alessia to raise a boy alone," I told him, not meeting his eyes. "My daughter and I will move out so you can take better care of them."

Later, on my daughter's birthday, my husband gifted her a vintage model car. The widow's son threw a massive tantrum for it.

Without a fuss, my little girl calmly handed it over.

"Papa said since you don't have a father anymore, he is your father now," she said softly. "I'm older. You can have it."

My husband was deeply pleased with our generosity. Yet, over time, he realized something was wrong.

I no longer looked at him with love. His daughter no longer reached for his hand.

He didn't know the truth. In my past life, his twisted devotion to that mother and son had literally killed us.

He threw us out into a blizzard, hoarding all the family's medical supplies and rations for them. He left us to freeze and starve to death in the snow.

Reborn, we won't fight them for him anymore.

Because we will never need Dante Moretti again.

As the only mute player in this horror game, I thought I was screwed.

Turns out the boss knows sign language.

Thank God! Perfect!

Then he gets everything completely wrong.

I sign "help me," he reads it as "you're hot."

I sign "danger," he thinks I'm saying "I like you."

I sign "get lost," and he goes, "You want me to come closer? Okay."

The worst part? I curse him out in sign language, calling him a psycho pervert.

He just smiles and says, "Baby, you're so good at flirting. I can't even bring myself to kill you now."

Me: ...

My teammate whispers to me, "Please stop signing. Every time you do, he stares at you even more like a psycho."

Noah, usually inseparable from his father, had spent the entire week insisting that only I take him camping. His declared mission: mastering "real survival skills"—a not-so-subtle jab at his dad's preference for cushy glamping.
Liam played along, hamming it up as he swung our son goodbye. But beneath the teasing jealousy, something felt off. He packed the trunk too fast. Checked the gas without being asked. Almost assembly-line efficiency.
And that line about a last-minute client flying in from Chicago? Didn't sound like bad luck. Sounded like an excuse.
All week, he never pushed back. Just quietly, almost eagerly, waited for us to leave.
I figured he wanted the house to himself: scotch, cigars, silence.
Then the call came—and I got it.
He hadn’t cleared the house for peace and quiet.
He’d cleared it for her.

The man I had a one-night stand with is the CEO!
"Romantic relationships between employees are strictly forbidden"
Karina's chaotic love life starts when she lands her dream job only to fall in love with her colleague on the first day. Things get more complicated when the CEO finds out about her forbidden relationship. Drunk and heartbroken, Karina spends a steamy night with a stranger only to find out that it is her Devil CEO boss. Karina navigates the complicated web of lust and lies with her unwavering determination to reach her career goals. What will happen to Karina and her love life when the Devil CEO demands that she becomes his ‘personal secretary’?
My other works: Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid, Substitute Wife for the Mafia King, Lust Contracts and Conquering the Emperor

She was an S-rank spy — cold, brilliant, unstoppable. Then her own people betrayed her, and she died.
She woke up as the family idiot everyone laughed at.
Scarred face. Malnourished. Dead last in school. Abused by her stepmother, framed by her sister, mocked by the entire campus.
The original owner of this body could take it. She couldn't.
Call her ugly? She formulates her own skincare remedy — and stuns the room.
Call her stupid? Top university presidents come knocking at her door. Legendary doctors beg for her secret formulas. Global superstars chase her down for a collaboration.
All she wanted was a quiet, ordinary life this time around.
Instead, her covers keep blowing, and without even trying, she's climbed back to the top of the world.
Meanwhile, the most mysterious young lord in the city opens her classified file from her past life. A slow smile crosses his face.
"This so-called idiot… is rather interesting."

“Finally...I’m here.”
Tyler murmurs as he stares up at the skyscraper.
“I will pull this place down, every brick of it. No one among them will escape,” Tyler, the Emperor returned, whispers, his hand on the locket hidden under his shirt.
After going through fire and enduring the bitterness of those who should have been family, Tyler, once taken away in disgrace, returns in dark glory to take revenge on those who have his parents’ blood on their hands.
What happens when a sheep becomes a wolf? What happens when the rejected stone strikes back?
A gripping tale of epic comeback, payback, and astronomical rise to the top.

My ears were ringing in the sudden blast. Both me and James were utterly shocked. We looked at each other with widened eyes. In the meantime a few more guys entered the cafe. Each one of them had guns in their hands. If this isn't a crime movie scene that I'm probably dreaming of right now, please save me God!

'EVERYONE OUT!! one of the gun holding men shouted from behind. The remaining customers ran outside. A proper moment of chaos.

Just when i was trying to get out that boy from earlier grabbed my wrist. Didn't they mean everyone?. A sudden rush of terror flashes over me.

"Where are you going dollface?" I can see his lips twitching up in a smirk. A devilish smirk. I feel my heart just dropped to the ground.

"Meet Isabella Grace, a college student who just wants a peaceful life. But her fate changes drastically in a single night when she meets Toby, the Mafia boss. Will she give in to him, or resist his flames?"

On the night that Lioraé was supposed to get engaged, she found her boyfriend with not one but three women laughing and calling her boring.
She – angry at herself and all the years she wasted on him – determines not to hold back again. She is going to give one night to the next man she sees.
Soren Vale, a dangerously breathtaking and strikingly rich billionaire, happens to be her victim. They tumble into bed and spend the night together. He is very much unlike everything she has ever known. One night is all she asked for, just one night to forget.
Lioraé does not expect her world to take a huge turn until she walks into her new job on Monday, only to discover that her one-night stand is her boss. Now Soren is holding her tightly because he wants her.
He wants her close, in his penthouse, in his arms and on his bed.
He treats her special and makes her feel things she had never felt before, things she would never want to admit out loud.
When she discovers she is carrying his child, the only line between them blurs, making her the billionaire's obsession – the man she can't walk away from.
Now they both have to figure out what love and obsession have in common.

Travis Savage and I were a notorious public pair, bound together by nothing but hatred.

In the glittering, indulgent world of Chicago, he was an untouchable mafia king who ruled with absolute power, making and breaking rules on a whim. And I? I was the wife he loathed above all others in his criminal empire.

It all started when my parents lost their lives saving him, gunned down by his rivals. After their deaths, he kept me close as I grew up, and eventually, our marriage became what everyone expected. For a long time, he was my only anchor in this lonely world.

Once, he’d knelt before me and sworn to protect me for the rest of my life.

Now, he hated me.

He hated that I refused to sign the divorce papers, that I stood in the way of him running off with Renee Sutton — the orphan girl he claimed to have rescued off the streets.

He let her walk all over me and flaunt herself openly in front of me. To get back at them, I leaked their sordid secrets overnight across all of Chicago: their flirty messages, their hotel stays. Word spread through both the criminal underworld and high society alike, leaving the pair mocked and shunned by everyone.

Our marriage had rotted away years ago, worn thin by endless mutual resentment. It was stagnant, foul, and long dead.

Until three days ago.

A string of ambushes left Travis a hunted man. While swerving to avoid an oncoming truck, he was involved in a devastating car crash.

He lay unconscious in the ICU for three full days. When he woke, he claimed he’d forgotten every ounce of the nine years of hatred between us. In his mind, he was still nineteen — the age when he loved me with everything he had.

To win back his one true love, my husband sent me, pregnant and vulnerable, straight into the clutches of a rival mob's dungeon.
I was torn apart by vicious dogs, a brutal end for both me and my unborn child.
After death, my spirit drifted back home, only to hear him coldly chuckle, "Let her learn her lesson; she won't come back until she admits she was wrong."
It wasn't until a mangled, rotting body was dumped at his feet, and he saw the blood-soaked wedding ring on its finger, that this heartless mob boss finally snapped...

“Please…” I whispered.

“Please, what?”

I ran my wet tongue through my dry lips. Voice barely above a whisper. “Please… please... please make me… make me… make me your little bitch.”

The words tasted bitter and filthy on my tongue. I hated myself for saying them. Hated how my cock twitched when I did.

“I can’t hear you, Jones,” He said, voice hard, low and commanding. “Louder.”

I swallowed again, eyes stinging. “Please make me your little bitch.”

“A little louder.”

My cheeks burned. I forced the words out stronger this time. “Please make me your little bitch.”

He smirked, slow and satisfied. The look in his eyes made my stomach flip.

“Good boy,” He murmured. “Now listen carefully, Jones. If you agree to this, you’re mine. Completely. You don't look at other men. You don’t think about them. You don’t even dream about them. Everything about you; your mouth, your ass, your cock, your body… even your thoughts, belongs to me. All of it. I get to treat and use you however and whenever I want. Rough. Gentle. Mean. Filthy. You take it all. And you praise me for it. Understood?”

I hesitated, heart pounding so hard I thought it was going to explode. The last bit of resistance flickered. My mind was screaming no; to get up, run and never look back.

“Well?” He urged, thumb still holding my chin.

I closed my eyes for half a second, detesting every inch of my being. Then I nodded, voice small. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes… I understand.”

“Good.”

...

Shane Blackwood is his name.

And he's a monster.

He's toxic, cruel and psychotic beyond your wildest imagination.

I knew all this.

And yet, I signed that stupid agreement.

And now... he owns me.

Completely.

There's no escape.

[This is a dark erotica MM. Rated 18+]

Chained in a dark basement and abused for three years, Evie finally escaped. Returning home, she saw her sister, Vivian, surrounded by a crowd, blowing out candles on a five-layer cake.

——

Kidnapped by a gang, Evie endured three years of hell. She discovered that it was all orchestrated by Vivian, whose goal was to make her completely disappear from this world.

Heaven-rending hatred outweighed despair. Having cheated death and returned to the Vance family, her adoptive parents avoided her like the plague, and her fiancé was already with Vivian.

Evie didn't care at all. She would return the suffering she endured twofold. With careful planning at every step, she took over the Vance Group, transforming from someone universally loathed into a universally worshipped multi-faceted boss—she possessed countless hidden identities.

Even the fiancé who had once betrayed her knelt before her, begging for forgiveness.

Evie gave a seductive smile, "My apologies. I am already with your CEO cousin. You should call me your cousin-in-law now."

"Father, I don't remember asking for a maid," he said coldly.
"Name?"
"Dorothy. Dorothy Reyes."
"You start tomorrow."
From the moment they met, Dorothy hated him—Xavier Wort, the arrogant billionaire heir with a stare sharp enough to cut through bone. But she needed the job. She needed the money. And she needed to survive.
At twenty-two, Dorothy has already lost everything. Orphaned by a mysterious car crash and drowning in debt, she thinks working for Australia's most powerful family might finally give her a chance to breathe again.
But living under the same roof as Xavier makes breathing impossible.
Cold. Commanding. Married. Untouchable.
Yet he keeps looking at her like she's the only thing he's ever wanted.
Their chemistry is undeniable. Their attraction is forbidden.
And his wife? She has secrets—dark, dangerous secrets she'll kill to protect.
When a fake pregnancy, an unhinged stalker, and a sinister family conspiracy collide, Dorothy realizes the crash that killed her parents wasn't an accident. And the closer she gets to the truth, the deadlier it becomes.
Just when she thinks she's escaped the nightmare… someone strikes again.
Betrayals. Lies. Obsession. Passion that could burn worlds down.
Will Dorothy and Xavier survive the truth—or will their love end the same way her childhood did?

She ran away from home, leaving with anger inside her heart.
She will never accept his father's mistress to become the legal wife after her mom died.
Alone, lost, hungry and desperate. She met the young and wild Lance Angelo Vergara.
They shared a night with full of passion...
Ashamed of what she did. Nathalie Audrey Falcon leave without saying goodbye.
Leaving Lance in so much rage and burning desire.
After 6 years, their path crossed again.
The Forgotten Desire that they felt a long time ago, ignites...
Lance will never forget the night that they had and chased her.
But it will never be the same again...
She is already married, with a twin.
Hiding something...
And he has a secret...
That will about to be revealed...

“August, I don’t work for you anymore,” she said, voice steady.
“I’m not obligated to listen to you.”
A pause.
Then,
“Oh, but you will.”
He stepped forward.
She stepped back.
Again.
Until her back hit the wall.
Her breath caught, but she didn’t look away.
August placed both hands on either side of her.
Blocking her in completely.
No space left. No escape.
“You’re not my employee,” he said quietly.
A beat.
“But for the next 90 days…”
“…I own you.”

Weeks before his wedding, August Thorne discovers something impossible, he is already legally married.
To Genesis Michaelson, his former personal assistant who vanished three months ago without a trace.
There is no memory of the ceremony. Only fragments of a night in Las Vegas that don’t fully add up.
When the court refuses to annul the marriage due to time passed, they are left with one option: divorce.
But even that comes with a condition.
A 90-day consideration period in which they must live together as husband and wife.
What begins as a drunken mistake turns into a forced arrangement between two people who can barely stand each other, yet cannot stay away.
Tension rises. Clashes become constant, while external forces close in, determined to keep them apart and destroy Genesis in the process.
But someone is lying about what happened that night in Vegas.
And the truth runs deeper than either of them realizes, closer to home, and far more destructive than the marriage itself
Will they survive this game of lies and deceit and fall in love?

The night I asked for a divorce, my husband, who claimed to love someone else, lost control.

His slender fingers gripped my slender waist, his breath hot and ragged as he buried his face in my neck and murmured, "Can we not divorce? Who is that man in the painting?"

I tried to push him away, but his fingers slipped into my underwear, teasing me.

"Can he make you feel this good?"

--

Sloane once believed that three years together could warm Jared's cold heart.

But when his ex-girlfriend returned, she, the "legal wife," instantly became an eyesore in the way.

He thought her vicious and forced her to apologize to her scheming ex, never knowing she carried his child.

"After I sign the divorce papers, I'll disappear completely." She turned and left without looking back.

After the divorce, Jared looked at his successful and beautiful ex wife and was filled with regret.

"Let's remarry." He knelt before Sloane with a diamond ring.

But Sloane turned and embraced her childhood savior instead.

This time, can Jared win back Sloane's heart?

In order to prolong the life of my supposedly sick "white moonlight" (my love interest), my wife forced me onto the operating table and removed my kidney while I was still alive.

To force me to leave with nothing, she even cut off my mother's medication, coldly declaring, "Your mother is just a liability that deserves to be optimized."

She thought I would wag my tail and beg for mercy like a stray dog.

Little did she know, suffering from single kidney failure, I transformed myself into the deadliest viral code before my death, dragging her business empire and that male mistress into an inescapable hell.

On the day the truth came to light, the once-powerful tech queen went completely mad. She squandered her fortune, kneeling in the frost of the morgue, kowtowing and weeping blood, begging me to look at her one last time. But she couldn't find a single hair of mine.

Because I had already made a will, ordering my remains to be cremated as high-risk medical waste.

She treated me like dirt when she was alive, and after she died, I found her disgusting and didn't even bother to leave her a handful of ashes.

“I love the noises you make when I go down on you, it turns me on and you taste so sweet, like honey.” 

When Charlie started dreaming about her ideal lover, she had no idea he could ever be real, or her boss and fated mate.

After finally getting her dream job, Charlie meets the CEO for the first time only to find out he's the man who has fulfilled her every sexual desire in her dreams. This delicious, muscular, perfect man has been haunting her dreams for months, showing her everything she had always wanted but never thought she could have until she met him.

It turns out that him being her boss is just the tip of the iceberg in what becomes an insane adventure of her discovering the supernatural is real, her true parentage, and a world she had no idea existed. All the while a sinister force is looming over her and her Alpha lover, threatening to destroy the world as she knows it.

•Mature Content•

Lycan prince Kaden Moretti is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, but that is until one day when he finds the injured angel in the forest--Isabelle Morgan who is supposedly his mate

Captived and kept away from civilization for her whole life, Isabelle knows nothing about the world. On her escape from her malicious captors, she finds herself getting exposed to a new yet dangerous world and worst of all she doesn't know her destination. Rescued by the handsome Lycan prince and being under his care, for once in her life she leans onto someone. But she doesn't know he's her mate, neither she understands the mate bond.

A beauty, timid and fearful of even the smallest things, fragile like a petal Kaden finds himself letting go of his hard exterior for the girl who seems to land within his arms from heaven itself. But Isabelle's captors aren't going to do stop chasing her, what will happen when the devils will begin chasing them? Will Kaden be able to save his Angel?