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"Are you always this damn sensitive?" my husband snapped, his hands lingering on his ex’s waist.
I stood there, holding our 5th-anniversary cake and my pregnancy secret. He canceled our romantic dinner just to comfort her.
So, I threw the cake away. Next, I'll throw him away.

My mother only ever made the bedtime tea for me. Never my brother—just me, every night, because I was the gifted one, the daughter she "worried about."
The night before the scholarship exam, my one shot at college, she brought me a cup like always.
The next day I collapsed in the middle of the test. I'd never been sick a day in my life. I failed.
Don't worry, she said. We'll try again next year. And every single night, she kept making me that tea.
Second year, I went down again. Third year, again. Three times I sat that exam, three times my body quit at the worst possible moment.
The whole town started calling me the girl who faints. The genius who cracks. The family joke.
And my brother—who copied my homework and never read a book to the end—somehow walked away with everything.
I never understood why my body fell apart every time it mattered.
This was my last chance. For days I barely ate, terrified it would happen again.
Then, the night before the exam, my mother walked in with a cup of tea…

(She's my niece. I know this is a line I should never cross.)

The first time we met was at her grandfather's funeral. She was trembling in black lace, and all I wanted was to pull her close and never let go.
The second time, she showed up at my door soaking wet, the night her fiancé shattered her. I peeled the wet clothes from her skin and told myself I was just being a good uncle.
I lied.
The third time, she whispered we shouldn't. I swallowed every word right off her tongue.
The fourth time, she stopped pretending she wanted to leave.
What she doesn't know is that every favor had a price. Every touch in the dark was a thread, pulling tighter. Every rescue, another lock on the cage I built just for her.
When she uncovers the truth between her fiancé and her stepsister, something clicks.
The obsession. The possession. The way he owns her and calls it love.

She's felt this before.
Because the man who swore to protect her plays the very same game — only he plays it in her bed, and he's far, far better at it.

On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.

If given the chance to live again, what would you change the most? As for Emma, she has decided not to marry Mark, a betrayer. In her previous life, she was deceived and harmed by him, leading to the tragic demise of her entire family.
Emma, devastated and tormented by Mark, suffered to the point of death. When she woke up, she found herself back five years in the past. At that time, Emma had not married Mark; instead, she had formed a connection with David, Mark's rival. Emma decides to rely on David for revenge against Mark, but little does she know that things will take unexpected turns. What surprises await her? Read on to find out!

I stepped out of my OB-GYN appointment, only to be crushed by a speeding truck while my husband watched from the opposite curb, not even blinking.
I choked on my own blood before waking up on the exact same street corner.
I thought I had been reborn, but then I saw a glowing red number "4" burned into the skin of my forearm.
What the hell was happening?

First love.

They come in all shapes and sizes. They can be beautiful or painful and everything in between.

Sawyer and I were best friends once upon a time, until he followed his dream and left his old life behind. Including me. I held on to the hope that life wouldn’t pull us apart, but just like with most first loves it does and soon he becomes a stranger to me. When I finally muster up the courage to let him go and start my new life he shows up again.

His life is hanging on by a thread and this is his last chance to get what he’s been working so hard for. Now he thinks that includes me. He’s ready to repair what we lost, but I’m not interested in giving second chances. Unfortunately I’ve never been good at resisting him, and even after our time apart things don’t seem to have changed.

Well thats not true. A whole lot is about to change. So much more than we could have imagined, but it all started the first time I found love.

Now, it’s time to discover everything that comes after.

Sagar is a tall, fair and extremely handsome man, could be easily called as a Dream boy. While he dreams about only one girl.... Damini. The girl who stole his heart when they were still in school...

He was madly in love with Damini. But one day she left without saying a single word to him.

He was broken hearted and still kept looking for her... Finally he found her after 10 years.

What will happen when they come face to face with each other. Come and join this journey to find more about their story......

Five years ago, Sophia Anderson was wrongfully imprisoned, taking the fall for someone else. Upon her release, her mother uses her two children, born in prison, to force her into marrying a billionaire in a vegetative state. At the same time, this tragical tycoon, Nicholas Martinez, is at the heart of a power struggle within his family.
As the city buzzes about how the comatose Nicholas will spend the wedding night with his young bride, no one could have guessed that this former prisoner harbors exceptional medical skills. As the night unfolds, Nicholas' arm, laced with countless silver needles, begins to tremble silently...
And so begins the tale of a jailbird's unexpected love with her vegetable husband.

Jade lost her virginity to a man she had never met. She had never thought the man was her fiance. Hayden didn’t expected he only had reaction to that woman. A contract started between them.Jade hated that man and didn’t want to get involved with him. While, Hayden vowed to find her with any costs.After Hayden found out that woman was Jade. He was surprised, and he told himself that nobody could bully his girl. Feeling his passionate love, Jade didn’t what to do and how to face her real heart.

The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears a tailored suit.
Mara Ellis needed money, not a monster.
With rent overdue and eviction closing in, the struggling journalist sneaks into a glittering corporate gala determined to expose Damian Hale—the city’s most feared CEO, a man with enough power to ruin nations, and a billionaire kingmaker whispered to destroy anyone who crosses him. She expects scandal. She does not expect to leave with a wedding ring.

Damian gives her one brutal choice: become his wife for one year, or lose everything.

Mara should have run the night she met him. Instead, one reckless choice binds her to him in a marriage built on secrets and lies. The contract promises wealth, protection, and a life she could never afford. What it doesn’t mention is the locked gates of the Hale estate, the rules she must obey, or the way Damian’s dark gaze strips her defenses bare.

He’s cruel. He’s dangerous. And he’s breaking her piece by piece—until she can’t tell whether she wants to escape him or beg him to never let go.

"Next time I see you, I'm not letting you walk away." The stranger said as Nova wiped his c*m off her lips.
Nova was a quiet, shy, and bookish girl... also very innocent. At least, that's what everyone thought.
Until one filthy game of truth or dare in an exclusive club stripped away her innocence and left her kneeling in the dark… mouth full of a stranger's thick c**k, swallowing every drop of his release without ever knowing his name. She fled after he finished.
But he didn't forget and neither did she. And the next day, when she followed her best friend to her father's luxurious estate for his 45th birthday dinner, she locked eyes with the last man she expected to see— The man she gave head to the night before. Her best friend's dad. Now he knows. Now he wants her. And Nova's filthy little secret? She wants him too.

“Don’t worry, Selena. Everyone will forgive you if you fail.”

Those were the words my stepmother whispered before she pushed me into the biggest humiliation of my life.

In my past life, I was the foolish Windsor heiress who lost everything. My family abandoned me, my reputation was destroyed, and the people I trusted buried me alive in a nightmare I could never escape.

But fate gave me a second chance.

Now, I am no longer the weak girl they controlled. I remember every lie, every betrayal, and every trap waiting for me. I will reclaim my mother’s jewelry empire, expose those who stole my life, and make every enemy pay.

But when the coldest lawyer in New York, Damian Cross, steps into my revenge plan, he sees the woman I have become—not the girl everyone despised.

The only question is…

Will he help me destroy my enemies, or will he uncover the darkest secret behind my rebirth?

"Arthur, please! Send someone to Black Forest—Noah's been taken by rogue shifters! They'll kill him!" I hit the marble floor hard, blood trickling from my forehead.

My mate, the most feared enforcer in this territory, couldn't be bothered. He was too busy looking for his lover's precious pet.

"Eve, you're sick—lying about our kid to get attention?" He gestured dismissively. "Throw her in the cells until she stops this bullshit."

He locked me up all night.

Next morning, he let me out, figuring I'd gotten the message.

He didn't know that thirty minutes ago, the gate guards brought a blood-soaked box.

Our son's head was inside.

For five years of marriage, Sibel devoted herself completely to her husband and son, even giving up her own career for their family.
Then she was rushed to the hospital with acute cholecystitis, writhing in pain. Her husband arrived with their son, only to walk right past her and rush to the woman he cherished most, his adopted sister.
"She’s terminally ill. You should take care of her," her husband said.
Her son added, "You’re only Mom because you cook and do housework."
In that moment, Sibel realized that her five years of sacrifice had been nothing but a joke.
She filed for divorce, walked away with nothing, and returned to the world of medical research. But just as she was ready to start over, she was framed, thrown into detention, and nearly left to die in a pool of blood.
Everyone thought Sibel was nothing without a man.
But when she returned as a world class medical expert, when the truth was finally exposed, and when the man who once treated her like she was worthless knelt before her with red eyes full of regret...
She looked down at him and said,
"You once said I wasn't good enough for you. Now you're not good enough for me."

I used to believe Lawrence Ashcroft must love me.

He was the football captain, the golden boy everyone adored, and he chose me—the girl who spent her life chasing perfection on the ice. But love shouldn’t feel like waiting outside a rink in the cold, refreshing my phone, wondering why he forgot me again.

Seven times.

Each excuse sounded softer than the last. Florence needed help. Florence was sick. Florence had no one else. And somehow, I was always supposed to understand.

Then I met Gavin Ashcroft.

Lawrence’s older brother was nothing like him. Gavin was cold, blunt, and intimidating. The first night I met him, he criticized me for being late. I thought he hated me. But when Lawrence abandoned me at the Ashcroft mansion, Gavin was the one who worried about my safety. When I got hurt, Gavin noticed. When I competed, Gavin came. When I tried to be strong, Gavin saw the pain I hid.

Now Lawrence says he wants to change. He waits outside my dorm, brings me medicine, asks for another chance.

But the more he reaches for me, the more I realize something terrifying:

My heart no longer races for the boy I once loved.

It races for his brother.

They said a perfect luna should be gentle, obedient, and tolerant of everything.
My husband, Alpha Cedric Blackwood, said that as his luna, I had to be virtuous and generous, and I had to take good care of his "little woloves."
If anyone was led astray, it meant I, as luna, had failed to set a proper example, and I had to be punished in their place.
And so, when his adopted sister, newly graduated from Crescent Moon Academy, ran off to party at a bar and stayed out all night, I was ordered to wash clothes for the entire pack in the bitter winter cold until my hands were covered in frostbite.
When his little lover chased thrills and went alone to the border, drawing rogues to her, I was punished for poor discipline with ninety-nine lashes from a silver whip, beaten so badly that my wolf fell into a deep sleep.
When the two of them grew bored with life, went traveling together, and even stole my unlimited black card, they had barely left before their wild spending drew the attention of an enemy pack and got them kidnapped.
The news that Cedric had spent fifty million to ransom the two women was exposed, turning the Blackwood family into a laughingstock across the werewolf world.
The elders were furious and demanded that the matter be dealt with severely.
Cedric's face darkened. Then he turned around and ordered someone to tie me up.
"You knew they were young, naive, and easy to deceive, yet you deliberately gave them the black card. Weren't you trying to attract the enemy pack's attention so they would get rid of the thorns in your side?"
"A vicious, jealous she-wolf like you deserves to taste what it feels like to be kidnapped and tortured!"
But he did not know that on the first night after I was taken away, I was tortured to death.

Manny Okoye left Kirikiri Prison after twelve fucked-up years thinking he could just disappear. Ex-gang enforcer who burned a whole family alive. Now he wants spanner work and silence. But something ancient ripped open in solitary. The Godspark. First night out, the old crew jumps on him he opens his mouth and holy fire spills. They confess every evil shit they did, including killing his cousin. One burns screaming. Video blows up. They call him prophet. The voice in his head growls: Cleanse this rotten city. Every miracle carves burning scars into his skin and eats his soul. His brother’s sliding back into crime. The journalist who ruined him years ago is watching. A fake pastor and hungry old gods want to wear him like skin. In Lagos chaos, Manny’s stuck let the fire make him a monster saint, or kill the thing inside before it finishes what prison started.

A strange beauty in the flowers brought to Torstel awakens different beliefs in the inhabitants of the kingdom. The flowers from an unknown continent will spread throughout Torstel. They will be associated with sorcerers, witchcraft, the start of wars, and the cause of divisions among kingdoms and people.

Until Sherek, heir to an ancient kingdom that has been extinct and hidden in the culture of the continent, awakens from a long sleep with no memory; and upon learning about these plants brought to Torstel, he discovers their usefulness in unifying all of humanity.

The heir to the throne will secretly be part of different factions. In the forest, fate will finally make him take what unknowingly belonged to him.

After the wedding, my husband moved his dead fiancée's mother into our guest room. The whole town called it the kindest thing they'd ever seen.
Every morning, Dione made me a green smoothie. Her grandmother's recipe, she said. Good for the nerves.
I never drank a single one. I poured them all into the chicken feed.
In my last life, I drank them. One a day, for thirty days.
Then I started losing time. I would blink at breakfast and come back at dinner. I found notes in my own handwriting that I never wrote.
I begged Julian to take me to a doctor. He held my shoulders and smiled. "You're just tired, baby. Drink your smoothie."
On the thirtieth night, I fell asleep in my own bed, in my own body.
I never woke up. Someone else did.
This time, every glass went to Nugget, the smallest of my backyard hens.
And one night, a hen crowed in my backyard.
Hens don't crow. And we don't have a rooster.

Estelle’s life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle’s father and Cristofer’s parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle.

One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most.


Cristofer’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!”
Estelle lay her legs down, sat up, and asked, “Did you drink?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Drinking is bad for your stomach.”
“I need to drink so that I won’t feel disgusted when having sex with you.”
“You couldn’t wait to divorce me?” Her voice sounded weak.
She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again.
“You know that, don’t you?” Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling.

WARNING: [R-18] STORY WITH EXPLICIT/MATURE CONTENT

When Daniel kissed Ara in front of many students because she accused him of being a thief, the man had a reason to have more opportunities with her. And that was when Daniel himself requested their Guidance Counselor to give him disciplinary action, to make him a student assistant in the library throughout the school year, for free.
Ara knew that Daniel meant it, and even though she was annoyed, she still couldn't avoid having this romantic feeling of excitement because the young man is very handsome.
The more you hate, the more you love. But Daniel diagnosed with a serious illness, and Ara knew she could do nothing but to let go.

This story contains explicit content, intense emotional tension, and dangerously possessive alpha behavior. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"Does your brother know," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "that his worst enemy is touching his sister right now?"
A soft whimper escaped me. My body reacted instinctively, tightening around his touch.
"No," I gasped, desperate and trembling. "He can never know. He can never find out."
He deepened his touch, and my words dissolved into a breathless cry.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice a low promise. "This stays between us."
For ten years, Skye Moore lived by one rule: Stay away from Thorne. Once her brother's closest friend, now his greatest enemy, he was the one man she was never meant to be close to.
Cold, powerful, and dangerously untouchable, Thorne existed far beyond her world until the day Skye walked into his office, unknowingly becoming his new secretary.
The moment Thorne sees her again, control slips from his grasp. Because Skye is forbidden and the harder he tries to keep his distance, the harder it becomes to resist.
Skye doesn't understand why his presence rattles her, why his gaze lingers too long, or why every moment with him feels charged. All she knows is that the man her brother warned her about may be the one she can't escape.
Because some enemies don't want revenge, they want her. And Thorne is done pretending he doesn't crave every part of her.

“Next time I see you, I’m not letting you walk away.” The stranger said as Nova wiped his cum off her lips.
Nova was a quiet, shy, and bookish girl… also very innocent. At least, that’s what everyone thought.
Until one filthy game of truth or dare in an exclusive club stripped away her innocence and left her kneeling in the dark… mouth full of a stranger’s thick cock, swallowing every drop of his release without ever knowing his name.
She fled after he finished. But he didn’t forget and neither did she.
And the next day, when she followed her best friend to her father’s luxurious estate for his 45th birthday dinner, she locked eyes with the last man she expected to see—
The man she gave head to the night before.
Her best friend’s dad.
Now he knows. Now he wants her. And Nova’s filthy little secret?
She wants him too.

I shouldn't be feeling this way. This isn't something I should want. Because having feelings for a man from the family of a mortal adversary of my family was deemed a betrayal by my father.

But I'm not sure why, every time I think of him, I'm reminded of the day I handed everything to a stranger, the son of my father's mortal enemy. Nonetheless, I continue to desire him. I wanted to see and touch.

I was meant to marry the man my father wanted me to marry, even though I refused. I don't have a choice, and I know it's the right thing to do. However, I found out I was pregnant for two months which was two months after I lost my v card to the man.

I'm not sure why, but my body was demanding the man's face, and his photo was not enough. Perhaps because this is what my baby want.

So before the wedding would happen, I did the most insane thing in my life. I run away from our home, disguise myself as a guy, and apply to be a driver for the most notorious and dangerous man I ever met in my life, for the sake of my baby's wish to see his or her father, although knowing that entering Easton Hunter De Russo world would be suicide.

“Teach me, teach me how to turn you on, teach me how to pleasure you, Sister” He ran his hands down her bare chest, taking in a sharp breath.
She shut her eyes, sighing, “Don’t. Don't call me that. Please.”
“Why, I thought you loved it when I do”
“It makes me think of thousand reasons why this is wrong, why me fucking my brother is wrong”

Hope Alejandra Torres never knew how thin the line between love, lust and hate was, until her brother came back after seven years, looking sinfully different.
Only he can push her buttons and make her breath fire, yet only he can touch her in places he shouldn't and make her feel different.
But it's forbidden, or is it? He's her brother after all.

I just got out of prison after three years, and my family wants me to go back in.
"It's only three days," they said. "You survived three years—what's three more days?"
What they don't know: I'm dying. The only thing keeping me alive is my mate bond. Three days away from Everett means death.
For three years in prison, someone sent me food every week. No note, no name. I thought it meant my family still loved me.
I was so grateful.
I didn't know it was my twin sister. I didn't know what was inside.

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

BLURB

For four years, Avrielle lived in a gilded cage of gratitude, cherished by a husband who stayed by her side after a tragic accident left her paralyzed. She believed she was a beloved wife—until she found the diary. Inside were the jagged words of a man trapped by guilt, dreaming of a divorce and the woman he truly loved.

Now, Avrielle has twenty-four hours to play the part of the happy bride one last time. While Kayden performs a mask of devotion, she is orchestrating a silent escape that will strip him of everything. But as the clock ticks down to her flight to Switzerland, the lines between her revenge and her lingering love begin to blur.

What if all she believed in was a lie... What if she caused her own destruction?

Nalzen Villarreal is the epitome of beauty. Behind that beautiful face is a darker side of her. She is a spoiled brat daughter, from a rich family.
When both of her parents died. She was surprised by their last will and testament. Stating that she needs to get married in order to inherit their Company.
Her boyfriend Nathan is not yet ready to Marry her. Then she found the perfect Husband for Rent that will turn her life upside down… Aaron Montgomery turned out to be the most famous International Multi- Billionaire Business Tycoon.
Meeting him, her life was never been the same again.
Is she ready for the twisted game of love?

"I'll marry you."
Lauren Greene never thought those words would escape her lips. But with her mother's life hanging by a thread and emergency surgery costing more than she could ever afford, desperation left her with only one choice—marry a crippled stranger.
Alexander Magnus, the reclusive billionaire heir who lost his parents in a tragic hit-and-run and survived the accident that left him disabled, had spent twenty years abroad rebuilding himself. He returned home ready to take over his father's empire—and marry the woman he had loved silently for years, Melissa McCarthy.
But on the day of their court wedding, Melissa never showed up.
Instead, Alex crossed paths with Lauren, a woman willing to trade her freedom for a chance to save her mother.
Their marriage of convenience was meant to be nothing more than a transaction—until real feelings began to slip through the cracks.
And just as Lauren and Alex start to find a fragile rhythm together, Melissa suddenly returns, determined to reclaim Alex as hers.
Tom Devon—the ruthless billionaire rival who has fallen for Lauren—steps into the picture, vowing to take her away.
With jealousy rising, secrets unraveling, and Lauren's mother's shocking death pointing fingers toward Alex, their world threatens to crumble.
Will Lauren fight for the man she's beginning to love? Or flee, like she always has?
And can Alex and Lauren survive the chaos closing in around them or is their happy ending destined to shatter before it even begins?

Nalzen Villarreal is the epitome of beauty.
Behind that beautiful face is a darker side of her.
She is a spoiled brat daughter from a rich family.
Her parents died, leaving a last will and testament.
Stating that she needs to get married to inherit their Company.
Her boyfriend Nathan is not yet ready to marry her.
Then she found the perfect Husband for Rent that will turn her life upside down...
Aaron Montgomery, who turned out to be the most famous International Multi- Billionaire Business Tycoon.
Meeting him, her life has never been the same again.
Is she ready for the twisted game of love?
Find out...

It was the villa where Lavinia and Chris first met! That day, Lavinia was pressed against the balcony and being fucked hard! And the second meeting between them, she was set up and made a contract with Chris— The price was becoming his woman! She though that she was just a plaything for Chris... Yet she didn't know that Chris had fallen for her at her age of 19!

Katherine Riley thought she found the love of her life when she meets Nile O' Hare. They move on to marry and immediately start a family, even though Nile's father disapproves of their nuptials. Life is sweet for the newly weds until their world comes crashing down when Nile lost his life in a horrific accident.
Katherine is now a single mother, left to raise her twins by herself. She struggles at first, but with help from her parents and friends, she becomes a successful bakery owner.
Reconnecting with Nile’s family was never in her books, but after she gets a letter from their lawyer informing her of her children's inheritance, she decides to pay them a visit.
Being in the hometown of her late husband stirs up the memories of her past, reopening her old wounds. When her children see her crying in the dark one night because she misses their father, the two little rascals decide to play Cupid and go on the hunt to find their mommy a new husband.
They stumble unto a handsome man who fits their checklist, Aiden Windsor, a billionaire CEO with a stone-cold heart but a soft spot for children.
The twins show him a picture of their mother and demands for him to take her out on a date. Intrigued by their boldness, he decides to play into their demands, not knowing that Katherine will be his forever after.
But will Katherine lower her guard and fall for the man her kids secretly chose for her?
Let us find out who will fall first in the Husband Trap.

Everyone thought the disfigured obsessive fan was stalking actress Sophia Brown.

No one believed I was the real Sophia.

My twin sister, Lily, slept beside my husband, Don Jason. She used my face to star in my movies. She even took over my social media accounts and posted under my name.

I wanted an explanation. But Jason only looked at my scarred face with cold disgust and said he had always thought Lily was me. He said he had fallen for her and couldn’t let her go.

Lily told me becoming an actress had been her dream since childhood. Now that my face was ruined and I could no longer act, why shouldn’t I let her have it?

The only person who stood by me was my agent, Nancy. And because of me, even she was dragged into hell.

This time, I stopped trying to prove who I was. I chose another way.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond—he paid me off like a mistress.
"Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over."
I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known.
"What now?" my best friend asked.
I smiled. "The real me returns."
But fate wasn't finished yet.
That same night, Caesar Conrad—the Alpha every wolf feared—opened his car door and whispered, "Get in."
Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power.
"Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine.
But I didn't.
Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me.
And the one who did?
He's ready to burn the world for me.

Summer learned early that some lines should never be crossed. And Cole Matthew was one of them.
Rule #1 of girl code: Best friends’ brothers were off limits.
So she buried her feelings at fifteen and followed it for four years.
Four years of swallowing her crush on Cole every time he ruffled her hair and called her ‘kid’.
She pretended not to care until the night she saw him at the diner where she worked, watching his perfect girlfriend Regina kiss another guy.
Summer did the only thing she was ever allowed to do: comforting him like a sister.
She offered to do anything to help him until he felt better.
But Summer didn’t expect him to take it as far as kissing her.
That night broke every rule she built her life around.
When morning came, everything between them was no longer innocent.

Ethan cheated on me.
Humiliated me.
Treated my love like a joke.

So I should have hated the Archer family.

Instead, I fell for the one man I could never resist—Julian Hall.

His father.

The powerful billionaire who rescued me at my lowest point.
The man whose hands felt sinful on my skin.
The man who looked at me like I belonged beside him.

Falling in love with Julian was already dangerous.

But becoming his wife?

That turned Ethan’s entire world into hell.

Harriet Walter once had everything wealth, power, and a future others envied.

Then she made a choice for love.

When forced to choose between an arranged marriage to a powerful CEO or losing her inheritance, Harriet chose the man she believed in Taylor. To prove her loyalty, she sacrificed everything: her family, her fortune, even the company that carried her name.

But love turned into ashes.

The man she gave the world for slowly lost everything, and Harriet blamed herself for his fall. She stayed beside him through humiliation, poverty, and regret… until the night he did the unthinkable.

With a single bet, her husband gave her away.

Now Harriet belongs to a man no one knows a silent figure whose face hides beneath the brim of a hat. A man who wins people the way others win money.

Running is impossible. She tried once.

She woke up in his bed… marked, watched, and surrounded by walls filled with her own photographs.

Someone has been studying her.
Someone has been waiting.

The question is not who took Harriet Walter.

The real question is… why has he wanted her for so long?

The fake heiress and I died twice fighting over the same thing—which of us would get adopted by that wealthy couple.

The first time, I got the necklace. I became their daughter. I thought I'd finally have everything I'd ever wanted. Three months later, they drowned me in the bathtub.

William's voice still echoes in my head. "This is your fault! If we'd taken Chloe instead, she'd still be alive!"

The second time, I gave Chloe the necklace. Let her have the good life. I thought that would keep me safe.

Five years later, Chloe turned up dead in their mansion. The Harringtons called the cops on me. They said I broke in and killed her out of jealousy. I died in prison, broken and tortured. The last thing I heard was Catherine's voice through the visiting room glass, cold as ice. "You belong in the gutter."

The third time, I open my eyes again.

I watch the couple smile at us, all warmth and kindness, and one question burns in my mind. Which daughter do they actually want?

In the seventh year after I broke my fated mate's heart and he went abroad to study, he finally returned home with his new fiancée to meet his parents.
On that exact same day, the hospital finally pronounced my seven-year battle with Core Degeneration a failure. I was sent home to wait for death.
Seeing me sitting in a wheelchair on the street, supported by my mother, a mocking smile appeared on Kaelen's lips.
"It’s been seven years, and you've fallen so low you can't even walk?"
Listening to his disgusted voice and smelling the Alpha pine scent I once loved so much, I panicked, hurriedly yanking down the sleeves of my coat to hide the dense, ugly needle marks on the back of my hand.
"It's nothing. I fell and broke my leg, that's all," I lied quietly.
Kaelen sneered, pulling a beautiful Omega woman,Sloane, closer to his side. She smelled exactly like I used to—vanilla and rain.
"Since you're so free," he drawled, his eyes cold, "I'm getting married soon. Why don't you be Sloane's bridesmaid?"
I just smiled calmly. "No thanks. I'm going somewhere very far away soon."

“She cheated!” Someone from the crowd yelled as I stood over the dead body of the pack’s strongest female warrior, my dagger dripping with her blood.

They all thought I was just a weak breeder, a broken woman sold off by her own family to a beast. My sister stood in the crowd, clinging to my ex-husband, smirking as I was thrown into the arena. They wanted to see me torn apart. They wanted to see the Alpha’s new toy broken before the mating ceremony even truly began.

“I choose you,” I had declared, pointing at the strongest warrior. The crowd laughed. My husband, the cruel Alpha Casimir, watched from his throne with those cold, onyx eyes, a woman sprawled on his lap. He told me to drink poison or die fighting. I chose to fight.

She was bigger, stronger, and armed with three weapons. I had nothing but my bare hands and a lifetime of suppressed rage. She lunged, expecting an easy kill. But she didn’t know that pain had been my only teacher. I dodged, I weaved, and when she pinned me down, raining blows on my face, I didn’t cry for mercy. I spat in her face.

In that split second of her disgust, I snatched her dagger.

Being married to Gabriel Bowen for two years, Nicole never faced a problem for being a plus sized woman. He always made her understand he liked his women thick.

Until one evening she decides to surprise him early from work. But as she steps into their apartment, she notices something’s off.

Gabriel is home, but he isn’t alone. She walks up to the bedroom where she finds her husband’s head buried between the legs of a red haired woman who is nothing close to being thick.

Unapologetic about it, he straight up asks for a divorce . After the divorce shatters her, she disappears… only to return a year later with a transformed body, sharpened confidence, and a legal mind ready for war.

"Oh, it's you. My useless wife."
"You should've seen it coming. Our marriage stopped working a long time ago."
"You're useless as a wife, Ivy. You've never supported my career. And after all this time—you're still not even pregnant."
Kim Evelyn—known to those closest to her as Ivy—never imagined her third wedding anniversary would turn into a nightmare. Her husband, Rico, didn't just betray her—he brought his mistress into their bed. The pain and humiliation scorched her heart, leaving her no choice but to walk away from the home that once symbolized their love.
But Ivy's escape led her into a night that would change everything. Beneath the glimmering lights of an upscale bar, she met Joshua Miller—a dangerously charming man with a captivating smile and an offer too tempting to resist.
"Help me get revenge on the man who betrayed me—my husband. Can you do that?"
"I'll help you get your revenge—but in return, you'll have to treat me the same way you did last night."
Revenge. Sweet, calculated revenge.
But there was a catch: Ivy had to surrender herself to a game far more seductive than anything she'd ever imagined. As vengeance ignited and passion flared, the line between game and reality began to blur. Dark secrets loomed. Hidden dangers stirred. And Ivy was forced to make an impossible choice—move forward and risk losing everything, or retreat into the scars of her past.
Can Ivy take control of this wicked game? Or will she end up the pawn—consumed by desire, ambition, and a betrayal more dangerous than the one she fled?

He wasn’t searching for love.

He wasn’t ready for him.

But some things—like family, and falling—happen when you least expect them.

When Ezra Anderson's sister dies, he inherits three young children and a crumbling rural property he's nowhere near prepared for. Overwhelmed, heartbroken, and freshly dumped, Ezra turns to the one person he shouldn't: Sebastian Brown—the gentle, steady Omega child psychologist he once shared one reckless night with... and never dared to call back.

Sebastian offers a safe harbor. Routine. Warm hands and a softer kind of strength Ezra didn’t know he craved.

What starts as survival—two men building a life for three grieving kids—soon strains under the weight of something deeper. The Omega in Sebastian draws Ezra like gravity, making every glance burn and every touch linger. The lines between family and something more blur until Ezra can no longer pretend.

One night becomes two. Secrets slip into routines. And somewhere between sneaking into beds at night and morning coffee, Ezra faces the one truth he swore he'd never have to:

He might not be as straight, or as strong, as he thought.

As his Alpha instincts pull him closer to Sebastian’s Omega warmth, the world outside keeps pressing in. Desire stops hiding. And when the outside world comes knocking, Ezra is forced to choose:

Keep pretending... or hold on to the only thing that feels like home.

SNEAK PEEK:

“I’m not in love with you. I just… don’t know how to breathe when you’re not there.” - Ezra

“I’m not gay. I’m just yours.” - Ezra

“You keep saying you’re not mine… but you keep choosing me.” - Sebastian

“You’re allowed to love me, you know.” - Sebastian

NB: 18+ (Tissues highly recommended.)

My name is Nora Monroe. Thirty-two weeks pregnant, ready to pop anytime.
This morning, my husband Everett left town, leaving me and my cat, Piper, alone at home.
Deep into the night, a strange woman called. Her voice was gentle, apologetic—she said my cat Piper had somehow wandered downstairs. She was severely allergic to cat dander and couldn't bring her up to me. I grabbed my coat, ready to head down, when the baby suddenly gave me a vicious kick. The pain sent me collapsing back onto the sofa, unable to move.
The woman on the phone urged me over and over. I looked up, my eyes falling on the corner of the living room.
Piper was sitting right there, staring unblinkingly at me...

EROTICA ROMANCE.
RATED 18+.

"Oh my God!" I moan.

"Mmm. Your ass is so fucking tight, baby," he says to me.

He starts thrusting in and out of me harder and faster. I throw my head back and moan louder. The sounds of our skin slapping together and our moans fill his little office. I wonder if maybe people can hear us. It's so fucking hot and I can feel myself getting closer again when he pulls out.

I look back at him and he's grinning. He's fucking with me. He puts his cock up to my pussy and thrusts inside of me. Then he pulls out and does it again. I feel him stick a finger inside of my asshole.

"Mmm," I'm loving this. Every damn second is pure ecstasy. I find that I already want to come again.

He's fingering my asshole and fucking my pussy and the feelings mixed are amazing. I reach around in front of me and begin to rub my clit.

"Are you gonna come again baby?" he asks.

"Yes," I moan and rub myself faster. He starts fucking me harder and deeper, thrusting into me with all of his power. We're moving the desk and either he hasn't noticed or he just doesn't care.

Blood pooled beneath Eloise's head just moments after she discovered the truth about her husband. The man she built her world around wanted nothing more than to destroy her. He stole everything, her company, her pride, her future, and left her to die. But as the darkness closed in on her, fate offered a second chance.

**

Now she is back, with bloodstained memories and a thirst for revenge. Desperate and broken, she made a deal with the devil, a man powerful enough to hand her the weapons.

But his help comes at a price.

To be owned by him. For four months. A strict deal with no strings or feelings attached. But nothing about him is simple. He's infuriating, intoxicating, and every second with him chips away at her control.

What starts as business quickly spirals into a dangerous game of possession, secrets, and desire. And when hearts get involved, the real cost becomes something more than she bargained for.

He’s the last man she should trust… and the only one who makes her lose control.