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Lucas Grey becomes the head of his family at sixteen. he realizes that his parents death wasn't an accident. His main goals are to take care of his two sisters and find his parents killer.
Lucas finds his bonded half but she doesn't want him, a brutal attack makes her go into hiding and Lucas has to suffer her nightmares.
By chance they meet again and the bond is as strong as ever. Lucas is stubborn, slow to forgive and Rylee is afraid of loving him.
Follow their story as they get pulled together by their bond but pushed apart by their actions as Lucas tries to lead his lair and protect his family.

"See how easy it is to excite you," I said as my fingers pushed inside her. Her whole body stiffened as she looked at me.
"I don't love you Rylee and I wouldn't fuck you even if you begged for it."
Her hand made contact with my cheek as she slapped me as hard as she could and it stung a little as she pushed herself up and away from me.
"I fucking hate you," she said coldly and walked over to the bed.
"You hate me? I hate you back!" I yelled at her.
"You expect me to believe your story but you won't believe mine!"
"You can't even remember what the fuck you did that night. I saw you coming out of the bathroom with him following you! Can you honestly tell me you remember what you did in there?"
"I know myself and I wouldn't sleep with some random stranger," she said as she looked at me.
"Except that you did."

Emerson Beckett has always done things on his own. Ever since his family disowned him for coming out, he’s had no one but himself to rely on. Now in his final year at the University of California, he just wants to finish his degree, play music with his band, and graduate in peace. But when he's forced to share a dorm with Adam Pierce—the school's star football player—his carefully controlled life starts to spiral.

Adam has one goal: the NFL. His entire future depends on his performance, both on the field and in the classroom. But when his failing grades land him on the bench, he has no choice but to accept tutoring from his insufferable new roommate. Emerson is the last person he wants help from, but a late-night study session changes everything. One kiss leads to another, and soon, they’re caught in a secret they can’t escape.

But Adam's father—the key to his football career—is a homophobic powerhouse, and their time together has an expiration date. The deal is simple: stay together until graduation, then walk away. But what happens when walking away isn't an option anymore?

He was supposed to be a distraction.
A gorgeous, broke model I could keep until my heart stopped aching from my husband’s betrayal.
I paid for his time. I set the rules. I thought I was in control.
But the man in my bed wasn’t who he said he was.
Behind the perfect smile and sinful body was a billionaire hiding from his own enemies.
Now he’s tangled in my life, in my bed, and in my heart—
and walking away might be more dangerous than staying.

~ Solaris’ Reign ~

Solaris has reached the end. Her body giving out after her gruesome past and forcing her to accept the future. However, she’s not done yet. There are some last strings tied to her past that she needs to bring together. It brings her home, to the Moon River pack, and to two men she never thought she would see again. However, with their fates intertwined, Solaris needs to pull everyone together before she takes her last breath. To save the lives of everyone she loves but her own. Battling the stigma of rogues, the broken-hearts of her lovers, an old flame, her duties to her kind, and trying to hold on before her final breath is taken.

After being abandoned by my husband one last time and rejected by my own son, I finally hit my breaking point.
Because I was dying.
At the very end, fate sent me back to the world I once knew.
And there, love and glory swept over me like a flood.

Kara hated cheaters with a passion and had already declared it a deal breaker in relationships. This is because of her Dad and his mistress breaking her family and also resulting in the death of her mother whom she loved so much.
Everything changes for her when her husband's twin brother arrives in San Diego and comes to live with them for a while. An unexpected turn of events happens because of him and she slowly starts becoming the person she hates the most. What is in store for her? Read to find out about this exciting story!

Warning This is a dark novel, it contains scenes that can cause some kind of trigger, such as abuse, rape, trafficking and torture.
"I put my head between my knees trying to escape the memories, maybe because the first times were the ones that hurt, the ones that destroyed an innocent heart and stole my soul." Beatrice Costello was married at sixteen to Stefano Sartori after living seven years of a dark marriage, an unusual plan comes up with the help of her brothers. Forge your own death.
This story tells how a woman can get back on her feet after so much trauma.
Dragon is a former marine, along with his brothers in uniform, they set up a motorcycle club in new york in full expansion to Texas. He hates Italians and finds himself hopelessly in love with one.
Contains a lot of Dark and Hot.
Book I of the beginning of the Costello Brothers Series

"I only joined your club to get inspiration for my book," I confessed, my voice trembling under his intense gaze. "I was just using you. But I’m done now."
Jax smirked, a dark, dangerous look flashing in his eyes as he walked around the dining table and backed me into the edge. He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear.
"Why did you stop using me?" he whispered, his voice thick with raw command. "Use me... use me to your satisfaction. You need inspiration? I'll give it to you. Since you've had your time playing with me, let me give you a demonstration you'll never forget."
Before I could breathe, he lifted me straight onto the table, spread my legs, and ate me to complete ecstasy right there.
Maya Vance thought she had everything under control. She needed a dangerous, ultra-possessive biker captain for her next romance novel, so she snuck into the Iron Saints MC clubhouse to secretly "research" their stoic Captain, Jax. Her plan was simple: flirt shamelessly, push his buttons, log his reactions, and run.
She didn't know Jax was already obsessed with her.
Now, Maya is trapped in a game where the lines between fiction and reality no longer exist. Maya's fake research project is about to explode into a high-heat, dangerous reality.
But is Maya who she really thinks she is? Is her going to the club really a coincidence?

Ten years ago, I sat in the witness stand and told the court my beloved Uncle Arthur was a monster.

My testimony sent him away for twenty years and made my father Robert a hero.

For a decade, I lived inside the perfect world my father built around me — safe and warm and suffocating. Then one afternoon, digging through boxes in the basement, I found Buster's old collar. My golden retriever. The dog I'd made myself forget.

The memory hit like a freight train.

The man in the dark had clamped his hand over my mouth, and I could smell him now — peppermint and cologne, thick and choking. I saw Buster lunge at him. Saw the man's boot connect with the dog's ribs.

But Uncle Arthur was deathly allergic to dogs. He couldn't get near Buster without his throat closing up.

If it wasn't Arthur that night — then who the hell was it?

Terrence didn't waste a moment in pressing me up against the kitchen counter.

"When..." He growled in my ear, "When we will be getting married, I will be your only king, do you get my point? Only one queen, no misters or mistresses. Just me, just you, and yeah, our babies."

I shivered.


Alyssa Reynolds found herself in a situation, while returning home from work, and she had three choices:

Simply walk away and forget that you ever heard the sound of wailing infants.


Call the police and inform them about the innocent wails.


Follow the sounds of the wails and take the matter in your hands, deciding what to do later.

Being a kindhearted soul and a sucker for babies, she found herself choosing the third option, finding the two little lives.

Two little lives that changed her whole life, her love life included. Her life now revolved around the babies as diapers, vomit and shit seemed to surround her.

Just when she thought that now it's just her and the babies, her whole world flipped over and she found herself living under the same roof as the egotistical, obnoxious and hot-as-hell Terence Powers, the business tycoon who was not going to let the woman fend off for herself and the babies alone.

What if everything you sacrificed for your family made you worthless in their eyes?

For years, I buried my brilliance as a polyglot and musician, becoming the invisible wife and mother. My husband cherished his childhood sweetheart, and my daughter called another woman “mom.” My love was met with contempt.

The day I nearly died from a broken heart—and a bleeding ulcer—while they dined happily without me, was the day I finally woke up. I walked away from the marriage, the mansion, and the child who rejected me.

Now, under the spotlight of the international stage, I am reborn. My skills command respect, and a powerful, enigmatic man sees my true worth. Let my former family watch from the sidelines as I shine. Their regret is my fuel, but my heart has moved on—there will be no second chances.

Harlyn Sage always believed she was an ordinary girl—until the night her world was torn apart. Rejected by her pack during a brutal mating ritual, Harlyn discovers that she is far from ordinary. Born from the forbidden union of a powerful werewolf and a Gaia sorceress, Harlyn is a lupomancer, a being of immense, untapped potential that threatens to upend the delicate balance between werewolves and sorcery.
As Harlyn struggles to understand her newfound powers, she is drawn to the enigmatic Ethan Starrk, a primordial werewolf with a dark secret. Bound by a mysterious bite that has hidden her true nature, Harlyn's connection to Ethan runs deeper than she could ever imagine. But their bond stirs dangerous forces, igniting jealousy in Higan Sinclair, a rival alpha who will stop at nothing to claim what he believes is his.

Clare, a room service staff met a rich businessman named Michael. Both of them gets attracted to each other and spent a sexy romantic full of lust journey to New Zealand. During the journey, Michael feels falling for her and wants more time with Clare and asks her to go with him. Which made Clare reveal her worse past secrets which can cause trouble for both of them in the future. But Michael assured her past will not come in between and they can have a good time together. Clare agrees and the problem started after Michael's relatives and friends come to know about Clare's past. How they still manage to stay in love, stay together is the story you will know next.

My legs are pinned to the mattress, and his head is between my thighs and all I can think of is, ‘maybe I’ll slit his throat after he makes me cum’.

My mission is to infiltrate his hockey secret society and find concrete evidence to bring them down. I'm supposed to be staying behind the camera, taking notes from the sidelines, and collecting evidence.

Instead, I’m spending my nights letting him fuck me to oblivion. He thinks I'm suspicious. I know he’s dangerous, he's my fucking target and a murder suspect after all. But do I still end up tangled in his sheets? Absolutely yes.

Sitting rinkside at his games, wearing his number, filming the hockey team content, and playing the part of his perfect girlfriend is starting to feel entirely too real. He is starting to live rent-free in my head, and the boundary between my assignment and my obsession is gone.

I have the evidence to destroy him. The problem? More bodies are starting to line up across campus, and his secret society may not be the one holding the blade. There’s someone much worse out there hunting in the shadows, and my gorgeous target might be the only one who can keep me alive.

Cara Lennox built her career on emotionally raw love stories. Then her editor went on camera and buried her — citing her bipolar disorder as evidence of professional unreliability and cancelling her third novel. In one carefully worded interview, Cara’s career and mental health were made public property.
Broke and newly infamous, Cara rebuilds her writing routine around a new café patronized by business professionals who have never heard of her. Slowly, reluctantly, she begins a new novel. The male lead remains frustratingly lifeless — until she notices the man who crosses the street to Groundwork every morning at eight forty-five.
Dominic Hale, CEO of Hale Media Group, is controlled, precise, and allergic to disorder. He is also the man who now owns Cara’s book rights. He notices her before he knows who she is — messy, unpredictable, radiating the kind of chaos that makes his jaw tighten. Yet he cannot stop noticing her.
One reckless one-night stand changes everything.
When Cara discovers who he is, war is declared. But underneath the professional combat, she is writing the best work of her life — and he is its unwilling inspiration.
Two people. One reckless night. One very inconvenient novel. Not the man he is, but the man she needed him to be.
The gap between who he is and who she wrote is a precise accounting of everything he has chosen not to be.

"You were the man…in the forest…the one I saved…" her voice trailed off as it continued to look at me. Her hazel eyes which were bright with tears roamed around my body, and then they hardened.

"You..you did this!" She yelled at me, the braids in her hair that I hadn't noticed before loosening as she trembled.

"How could you…" her words breaking off as she gasped for air, she grits her teeth as her now bloody hands folded into a ball, "... how could you kill them! After I saved you!"

Growing up as an orphan, Fenrir never expected to be loved by anyone until he met his girlfriend, Lisa. His dedication to her made him join the cruelest Mafia gang(City thugs) however his naivety was exploited by the mafia gang leader, which made him commit suicide by falling off a tall building.

Without any remembrance of the past, Fenrir woke up on a full moon night as an Alpha werewolf after a disturbing curse was placed on him. “Never to love, or beloved.” Unfamiliar with his new body development, the full moon effect, and the impact of the curse inflicted on him, Fenrir could only follow the lingering smell he perceived into a small park where he broke into a killing spree.

After killing the Alpha, Luna, and a few members of the pack, he declared the marriage between him and the deceased Alpha’s daughter.

What happens when he finds out that the scent of the person who saved him back in the woods is the same as hers? Will Akela forgive his crimes after finding out they are mated to each other? What will be the end of their predestined love story?

When Lydia Mark slays her brother’s murderer in the subterranean vaults of the Mark estate, she expects execution. Instead, the chaotic prison break unleashes Damon Thorne—a legendary, terrifying underworld sovereign who spent five years locked in solitary confinement. Claiming an unpayable life debt, Damon slaughters her uncle Julian and drags Lydia into the night. With both syndicates believing she was abducted, Lydia becomes the most hunted woman in the city.

For five long years, Chloe hated me with every fiber of her being, blaming me entirely for Arthur’s tragic death. She cultivated her magic relentlessly and climbed to the peak of power, determined to avenge her lover. Yet one soul-searching trial shattered her entire world in an instant.

On my wedding day, instead of the romantic photo montage, I played a live video feed from the bridal suite.

The guests gasped. The screen didn't show our childhood photos. It showed my fiancé, Benjamin, pressing a woman in a white dress against the vanity.
It was my bridesmaid. My cousin. Mia.

"Benjamin, tell me," Mia giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Do I look better in this white dress, or does your boring, frigid fiancée look better in her gown?"

The audio boomed through the silent ballroom.
Benjamin's voice was thick with lust. "She's a mannequin. You're my addiction. Why don't we do it right here? While she waits for me at the altar?"

My mother-in-law screamed. My father threw a glass.
But I stood there, calm. Cold.
I watched as Benjamin on the screen frantically unzipped Mia's dress, his hands roaming over her body, completely forgetting the woman waiting for him outside.

Benjamin rushed into the ballroom, realizing the silence was too heavy. He looked up at the giant screen, his face draining of color.
"Amelia! No! Turn it off! It's not what it looks like!"

I picked up the microphone.
"You're right, Benjamin. It's not what it looks like. It's exactly what it is."
I threw a folder of evidence—bank transfers, hotel receipts, printed texts—into his face.
"Mia graduated this year. You've been funding her for four. We've been together for five."

I tore off my veil and dropped it on the floor.
"The wedding is off. You two deserve each other."

As an orphan who works as a stripper at a high-end bar, Olivia Marie Miller, 24, was ecstatic when a VIP paid thousands of dollars to see her perform. However, a God-like multi-billionaire mysteriously appeared in front of her, claiming to be her fiancé and ruining all of her efforts to escape the rat race that fate has placed upon her.

Given the chance to escape her pitiful life, Olivia didn't hesitate to join in on the game of life she had unwittingly entered and pretend to be Reese Jones, the upcoming wife of a multi-billionaire.

But what if she falls in love with Chase Maxwell, the man who married her in a flash?

In the midst of all the lies and deception, would Olivia be able to suffer the consequences if Chase discovers her true identity?

Stealing someone's property is not her thing. But when she saw him for the first time it seemed like the cycle of her world changed. But she knew he was off-limits because it is a mistake to love someone when your bestfriend owns it. But she did not think that their friendship would end because of just one mistake.

Can she correct her mistake to restore the broken friendship?

Willa was anxious leading up to their 18th birthday, being the alpha's only child they knew that whomever they were mated to would be the pack's new alpha and they would take over from their mother as luna. Only issue Willa knew that being someone's Luna was not an option, they weren't the perfect daughter everyone expected and it's only a matter of time before this truth comes to light.

Willa’s true name was Roman, He was the only child of the alpha and he knew that he was doomed to disappoint his pack. His pack was not ready to accept him and knew that his fated mate would surely reject him for how surely the goddess would mistakenly pair him with a straight male right?

This story is about a FTM trans main character who loves a man. This story will contain mentions of body dysphoria, mental health (not too deep though) and it will also contain smut.

R18+, LGBT,BXB,love triangle, pornography, warning...

I am a man, but I fell in love with a married man. I know I shouldn't fall in love with him, but he is too charming. I can't control my desire for him. I made a mistake, but I am completely crazy about him. I am willing to be his little devil and fall with him. I want to completely pull him into my devil's nest...

BLURB

“I don’t love Selena anymore. All I see is a broken shell…a barren woman.”

Those words, spoken by my husband behind the closed door of his study, were the jagged shards of glass that finally shattered my world.

For years, I endured the physical agony of ten miscarriages and five failed IVFs, believing Franklin was the anchor holding me together. I didn’t know I was actually the anchor dragging him down.

He wants a divorce.

He wants a woman who can give him the family I couldn't.

He wants to be free of the burden of a wife who is falling apart.

But Franklin doesn't know my biggest secret. It isn't just my womb that is failing; it’s my entire body.

I am dying.

Stage four cancer is aggressive, and my time is measured in hours, not years.

I could tell him the truth.

I could watch him stay out of pity, trapped by guilt for the rest of my numbered days, but I love him too much to let him become my martyr.

So, I’ve made him a deal.

I will sign the divorce papers and walk out of his life forever but first, I want twenty-one hours.

One hour for every year we’ve known each other.

One last day to pretend we are still the awkward intern and the protective man who fell in love.

He thinks he’s spending these hours saying goodbye to a woman he no longer wants.

He has no idea he’s actually saying goodbye to a woman who will be dead before the ink on our divorce papers is even dry.

Twenty-one hours of lies.

Twenty-one hours of love.

And then, I’ll let him go.

Forever

For the sake of the so-called family heir, my husband Killian is prepared to kill my child!
That day, Killian locked me in an underground cold storage at ten degrees below zero, all because there is an ironclad rule in the Vittorio family.
The first-born son shall inherit the family’s Mafia empire.
My eldest brother’s wife Ira and I got pregnant at the same time.
To ensure his elder brother’s child is born first, Killian made this insane decision.
"My brother and Ira’s child has to be born first. This is what you owe them!"
He ignored my pleas and forcibly injected me with labor-delaying medicine.
"Allowing this child to be born at all is already the greatest mercy I can grant you."
Killian said to me with undisguised disgust.
I curled up in agony on the icy concrete floor, feeling the little life in my womb fading away bit by bit, shedding tears of utter despair.
"My baby… Mommy is so sorry for you…"

I ranked first and snagged the most prestigious job offer in the city. Yet, not a single person congratulated me.
Because for the past twenty years, every top student who received this offer from the medical school "committed suicide" that very night.
Reporters blocked the school gates, grinning as they asked if I planned to jump off a building or swallow a bullet. My roommate grabbed my collar, screaming curses, wishing me dead.
Too bad they all completely miscalculated. I come from a filthy rich family, I’m perfectly sane, and top psychologists have signed off that I have zero suicidal tendencies. I have no reason to die.
So, I looked straight into the live cameras and declared: "If my body is found tomorrow morning, it’s not suicide. It’s murder!"
After all, for that final exam, I turned in a blank paper.

I've been secretly married to him for five years, but he's never treated me as his wife. Our six-year-old daughter has never called him Dad in public.

One drunken night, I got pregnant. He gave me a marriage contract that came with one condition: secrecy.

I thought time would change everything. I stood by him through the company's darkest days. When I was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer, he didn't come. When our daughter was born, he was in a meeting. Every moment that mattered, he wasn't there.

Then that clumsy intern showed up.

From that point on, he gave her all his attention and patience. He broke his own rules for her again and again. That's when I finally understood: when someone doesn't love you, they just don't.

So I took my daughter and disappeared from his world completely.

But why did that calm, controlled man lose his mind?

When I woke up, I realized I’d lost my memory.

The maid told me Leno was my husband.

His face felt strangely familiar, but whenever he got close, my body resisted him for no reason at all.

Not until midnight, when I overheard Leon talking to a man, did I learn the truth—my real husband was Gaius.

He was the one who had a doctor drug me into amnesia so he could fool around with Flora… and he even had Leon pretend to be my husband.

At the victory banquet, I saw Gaius and Leon standing together—and realized they had identical faces. That’s when I understood why Leon’s expression never matched the one in the photos.

And my husband had no idea I’d already uncovered everything. He was openly flirting with Flora right in front of everyone.

I was diagnosed with hemophilia when I was ten years old.
At first, my parents were terrified. They watched me closely, rushed me to the hospital over every bruise, every nosebleed. I was the fragile one—the child who needed saving.

Then years passed.
They got used to it.
They got tired.

By the time my twin sister was graduating and my family was finally breathing again, I was about to turn eighteen.
And that night, while everyone believed I’d be fine like always, I bled to death.

My husband stole my work, my future, and nearly my life.
For years, I thought betrayal was the worst thing he could do to me.
I was wrong.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
I did.
Until I discovered the empire carrying his name should have been mine.
Now I'm taking it back.
But the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize...
My husband may not be the mastermind after all.

Rebirth. Revenge. Romance.
In her past life, Delia was blind to love. Betrayed by her cousin and ex, she discarded her "crippled" husband Curtis-only to die disfigured and alone.
Now she's back.
This time, she tears up the divorce papers and clings to Curtis's side-only to discover he's not weak at all. In fact, when he rises from his wheelchair, the world bows.
"You're mine-body and soul," he growls, his voice like velvet and steel.
She's the one seducing him now-until he's addicted, crazed, and can't live without her.
She'll crush her enemies, reclaim everything they stole, and love the man who once gave her the world.
This time, she'll give him back everything-and more.

"Sophie Patterson. Don't you dare walk away from me." Logan's menacing stare bore at me. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore. I sobered up quickly.

"What, Logan? You're gonna tell me that you suddenly love me again? That you're here to sweep me off my feet? Please! I didn't need you all this time, and I don't need you now." He clenched his jaw, fisting his hands.

"Enough. Stop being so damn stubborn. You know I do. I love you. I never stopped loving you, Sophie. It was always you."

I left my hometown hoping to never see him again. I left with his baby still inside of me.

Seven years after, and here I am again. Standing before him and a six-year-old wanting to know who his dad is, and asking me to marry him because everyone in his class but him and his best friend don't have a daddy.

What am I supposed to do with all these feelings that are resurfacing? I'm realizing every day that I never got over him. I merely suppressed my feelings, and his telling me this now- to my face, just made things more complicated.

“I am Ivan, a meteorologist. In my past life, I was tied up in the snow and froze to death by my wife’s family. After being reborn, I personally bought up all the inferior supplies they needed. When a blizzard of minus fifty degrees Celsius came down, and when the gangsters kicked down his door, I was sitting in a safe house two kilometers away, holding a whiskey, watching the surveillance footage—this is my revenge.”

"Sloane, where there's smoke, there's fire. If you're really clean, why is it only burning you?"
In my last life, when those fabricated hotel records went viral on the company Slack, I scrambled to explain. I cried. I begged.
What I got was a suspension, a blacklist, and a foster mother who died on a hospital bed because I could no longer pay for her meds.
The person who started it all? Walked right over my corpse into a partnership.
Then I opened my eyes—and I was back. Three days before the promotion list dropped.
I stared at the pixelated "explicit screenshot" on my screen, and I didn't cry. Didn't rage.
I just smiled and hit screen record.
This time, I'm not proving I'm clean.
I'm proving they're guilty.

Dorian, my boyfriend of three years, was a partner at a top-tier Boston law firm. He was gentle, refined, and absolutely flawless.
A week ago, he buried his face in my neck late at night, whispering that the city was suffocating him. He wanted to take me back to his hometown to meet Octavia, the grandmother who had single-handedly raised him.
I agreed without hesitation.
But on Crane Island, every night Dorian would slip out of our bed, using Octavia's gout as an excuse.
Until that night. I crept barefoot to Octavia’s door and pressed my ear against the wood.
What I heard wasn’t a sick old woman. It was Dorian’s heavy panting, mixed with the shameless, breathy moans of a young woman...

"The first girl died in L.A. The second washed up at my feet."

I came to Seabridge Bay to escape the blood on my hands.

As a former LAPD detective, I was done chasing shadows—until the murders followed me with the same ritual, same signs and same nightmare.

That's when I met Damien Cross—a quiet contractor with haunted eyes and dangerous hands. He calms the storm in my head, touches me like he’s the only one who could ever do that…

But, what if he’s not saving me? What if he’s the one I need saving from?

Because someone is killing women.

And the deeper I fall, the more I wonder— Is the real monster him...or me?

On her birthday, Chloe’s world falls apart when her boyfriend abandons her. Seeking comfort, she makes the worst mistake of her life—or maybe the best one. In a moment of weakness, she ends up in the arms of Ruan, her half-sister Megan’s rejected fiancé.

That single night changes everything. When Megan disappears and Chloe’s family turns against her, she is forced into an unthinkable role: the substitute bride. Trapped in a loveless marriage, she faces a ruthless father, a cruel stepmother, and a husband who belongs to someone else.

Two years later, after her father’s death and Megan’s shocking return, the fragile balance shatters. Ruan, torn between the past and the present, demands a divorce. But as the papers are drawn, he realizes something he never expected—Chloe has taken root in his heart in ways he cannot deny.

Now, he must face the one question that could rewrite their fate:
What if the love he spent years searching for has always been with the woman he swore he would never love?

I was but eighteen when I found myself captivated by my best friend’s brother.

At twenty-one, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He welcomed me into his bed but never once into his heart.

For three long years, I reassured myself: "Just a little while longer. He will see me in due time."

Then Stella returned—the girl he had always yearned for, even while his hands roamed my body in the shadows.

He greeted her return with champagne and candlelight, and then, locking his gaze upon me amidst a gathering, he coldly declared:

"You crawled into my bed and offered yourself. Don't you see how cheap and pitiable you appear?"

I raised my eyes, meeting his once more.

"I shall no longer trouble you."

I retrieved my phone, navigated to a contact I had seldom engaged—my betrothed by arrangement—and typed: "I consent to the marriage."

The biggest regret of my life was letting my son intern at our family company.

Jonah had barely started his internship when another intern named Presley Shaw accused him of sexual assault. Of course, the security cameras on that floor just happened to be down for maintenance that day.

I panicked. I listened to my husband, Curtis, and privately paid Presley two million dollars to keep quiet. I thought money could buy us peace.

Instead, she posted the transfer records and a recording of our conversation online, accusing us of paying her to make the accusation disappear.

The backlash was overwhelming. My son, who wouldn’t hurt a fly and spent most of his time painting alone in his studio, was doxxed. Obscenities were spray-painted across our front door. The police took him away, and while he was being held in jail awaiting trial, the pressure kept mounting until he saw no way out.

In the end, he slit his wrists, believing it was the only way left to prove his innocence.

The company collapsed into bankruptcy. In the chaos, Curtis drained our accounts and ran off with Presley.

Only then did I understand. From the beginning, they had set the whole thing up to destroy my son and me.

On the anniversary of Jonah’s death, I jumped from the roof of our company building.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Jonah was supposed to begin his internship.

This time, I would never let my son go anywhere near that hell again.

When the earthquake struck, my fated mate—Alpha Cassian—instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full impact and breaking nearly every bone.
In the hospital room, the girl next door sighed enviously. "Luna Yolanda,Alpha Cassian risked his life to save you. He really loves you."
I forced a smile. "Yes."
But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom and spoke in a gentle voice, comforting his eighteen-year-old mistress—Rosalind Graves.
"I'm fine, don’t cry, be good."
"As long as I think of you, I'm not afraid of anything."
Cassian and I grew up together. From first love to now, it has been ten years.
We are the Blue Moon Pack’s model mates—admired by all.
No one knows he has a secret lover.
A girl who looks just like me when I was eighteen.

She knelt in the pouring rain, pounding on my glass door, covered in mud, her voice hoarse from shouting. I stood inside, holding Lily's hand. She called my name, over and over, like calling a dead person. I lowered my head and said to Lily, "Come on, Daddy will take you to dinner." Then I turned and closed the door. From beginning to end, I didn't look at her once. Not because I still hated her. It was because she meant nothing to me anymore. And that woman didn't know—three years ago, when she threw me away like trash, I had already learned not to cling to trash.

This series is about a young girl who does her best to live up to her parents expectations. She had no idea what that really meant or the journey she would find herself on until after she graduated high school. As her parents are on the verge of divorce it all changes in just 1 summer and not just for the 3 of them, but the entire family. Come along on this fantastic ride that will leave you on the edge of your seat from the beginning to the end.

That night in the velvet shadows of the masked club, I was nothing but a body for sale.
My own brother auctioned me, and the man who bought me claimed every inch of my skin with a hunger that felt like fire. He was a nameless stranger in the dark, leaving me with nothing but bruised lips and a memory I tried to bury.

The next morning, the mask was gone.

Standing before me was Ethan Blackwell, the ruthless billionaire who ruined my family and the man I’m now forced to marry.
Now I’m trapped in his penthouse, playing the part of the perfect wife while carrying a secret that’s growing inside me.

Alicia's life takes an unexpected turn when she is forced to marry Tobias Wilton, the mysterious brother of the powerful Alpha of the Golden Moon Pack. But their marriage is anything but conventional. Alicia never sees Tobias, and her life remains the same, except for her new status as a married woman. She wonders if she is doomed to a loveless, lonely life.
But one fateful night changes everything. Alicia accidentally sleeps with her mate, Damian Howard, and suddenly, her whole world is turned upside down. But little does she know, Damian is actually her husband Tobias, who has been living a double life in his quest for revenge against his uncle and grandfather.
Tobias’ past is shrouded in secrets and intrigue. All he did was to take revenge, including choosing an ordinary girl as his wife in his old role. For him, the fact that his wife is his mate is just an entertaining game beyond revenge, because he never believes in love and mate things.
As they navigate the treacherous waters of love and betrayal, secrets and lies threaten to tear them apart. Can they overcome the obstacles in their path and build a future together? Or will the forces working against them keep them apart forever?
This is a story of passion, loyalty, and love filled with lies. Join Alicia and Tobias on their journey and it will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end.

Freya Ashford's biggest regret in life wasn't marrying me, but that she never truly looked at me. We were sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams; she was researching immortality, and I was researching how to win her love—"It is an eternal power, and an eternal pain." This riddle led us down different paths. On the day of the prom, in front of the entire school, she pointed her finger at me and said, "You can't prove your love for me at all." But she didn't know that she would lose miserably.

Seven months pregnant, I watched the thugs Vivian hired drag us both into the warehouse.
I didn't fight for that phone. I let Vivian—Sean's ex, the woman he never stopped loving—make the call herself.
Because in my past life, I'd begged desperately for Sean to save me from this carefully orchestrated nightmare.
And he did come. He chose me over her.
Vivian was left behind. Raped. Tortured. Murdered—by the very men she'd paid to stage this.
Afterward, Sean said he didn't blame me. He took care of me through the entire pregnancy. Never missed a single appointment.
Then on the day I went into labor, he handed me over to another pack of monsters.
Everything Vivian endured—the gang rape, the abuse, the humiliation—became mine.
Before burning me alive, he threw our dead baby at my feet, his face twisted with rage:
"You wanted to survive, didn't you? This is the price. I'm going to make you feel everything Vivian felt. Not just you—this bastard that should never have existed."
Those months of tenderness were all an act. Carefully orchestrated torture designed to make my suffering absolute.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in that warehouse—watching Vivian's hired thugs hold up the phone, forcing us to choose who gets saved

The doctors gave me three days. And my husband Donald used that time to beg me to give my uterus to Hailey, the "sister" I'd rescued from the streets.
"Her need is greater," he said.
So I smiled and signed over the design empire I'd spent fifteen years building to the girl who once shivered in my doorway.
My daughter Flora curled in Hailey's lap. "I love Hailey Mommy best!"
I nodded. "Be good for Mommy Hailey."
My parents squeezed Hailey's hands. "Sometimes, she feels more like a daughter to us than you ever did."
Even Donald looked at me with soft eyes. "This is the Audrey I always hoped you could be."
Dying, I had finally become their perfect woman—quiet, generous, and uncomplaining.
With the clock ticking down, I stitched the final thread into a wedding gown. Let them have their perfect ending. They'll discover, when the last breath leaves my body, that some gifts are curses in disguise.
Was it a devoted wife's final sacrifice... or a dead woman's ultimate revenge? The answer will unravel in the silence after my heart stops.

I had just arrived abroad for a legal conference when my best friend sent me a video.
An unfamiliar woman was chatting while pushing Dexter’s mother, Jenny, around the neighborhood, claiming to be Dexter’s wife.
My hand, holding the phone, froze.
If she’s Dexter’s wife… then who am I?
I immediately called my husband and asked,
“Did you change family doctors?”
He paused for a second, then replied with a laugh, “Yes. Mom didn’t like the old one, so we switched. I haven’t had a chance to tell you yet. Why do you ask?”
I forced a casual chuckle. “No reason. I just missed you.”
After hanging up, I rushed home overnight.