4807 Book(s) Related to my path to killing gods in another world

On our fifth anniversary, Caspian gifted me a luxury yacht bearing my name. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive.
But when I finally conceived his child and prepared to share the news, his mistress sent me photos—him cradling a baby she'd given him, his eyes filled with a tenderness I'd never seen.
Five years of waiting, five years of infertility—all an elaborate lie.
He once whispered in my ear: "Even if every man in the world betrays his wife, I never will. You're my life. Without you, I can't survive."
I quietly packed, left behind my pregnancy report and all the evidence, and drove away. Three hours later, he received the call: my car exploded on the highway. No survivors.
From that day on, the most powerful man in Valen City lost his mind completely.

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.

Six weeks after his girlfriend had twins, my husband got himself fixed. He billed it to my insurance.
Then he spent nine years driving me to fertility clinics. Two surgeries. Four rounds of shots. He held my hand every time and told me next time.
The whole town said it was my fault. His mother asked me every Sunday if there was any news.
I died at forty-four. Three days before the end I couldn't open my eyes, but I could hear them over my bed. The girl I bought a purple bicycle for called him Dad.
Then I opened my eyes and I was thirty-four again, on a gurney, waiting for them to open me up one more time.
Last time I lay back down and let them do it. I did it three more times after that.
This time he's paying me back for all nine years, one line at a time.
The nurse asked me to confirm my date of birth. I did. Then I told her I wasn't doing it.

I spent three hundred years winning Varen Ashworth's war. Bled for him. Handed him my army, my secrets, the healing blood from my own chest. He'd be nothing without me.
On his coronation day, he announced his queen—and it wasn't me. It was Elara. Some trembling, doe-eyed girl he'd pulled out of a Demon camp. He told me I could stay on as her handmaid.
I laughed, voided the contract, and walked out.
Because I've lived this life before. Last time, I exposed Elara. Saved his throne. He thanked me—then slaughtered my entire bloodline.
This time, I'm not saving anyone.
This time, I'll watch him figure out exactly what kind of woman he picked over me. And when his whole world comes apart—he'll be on his knees, begging the one person who could've stopped it.
I won't be listening.

After the crash, my husband, Darius, lost his ability to speak. The trauma to his cervical spine left him unable to even lift a finger.
The doctors said his only remaining way to communicate was to nod, or to shake his head.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I finally asked the question that had been eating away at me for three months.
"When the crash happened... were you on your way to see your mistress?"
Darius stared dead at me. Then, slowly, he nodded.

My Beta boyfriend had secret rendezvous with Annie — nine times in one night.
“You,” he sneered, “with your precious Alpha blood—do you think you’re better than everyone else?
Your jealousy is disgusting, Chloe.”
Annie, that viper disguised as an angel, stole my place, plagiarized my work, and climbed higher, stepping over my broken bones.
Even said,
“Beta Dean loves me!
You were always the extra!
It was you who ruined us!”
I won’t let them be happy.
This revenge, forged in blood and fire, has only just begun.

Dema never expected her new job to end with a marriage proposal from her billionaire CEO.
But with the tabloids destroying his family's reputation, Rami needs a wife—fast.
One year, a quiet divorce, four million dollars. That's the deal.
Thrown into a world of luxury, scrutiny, and impossible expectations, Dema struggles to keep up while Rami treats their marriage like another business arrangement. Yet beneath his cold rules and perfect composure, something unspoken flickers between them.
Just when Dema begins to wonder if their pretend marriage is becoming something real, she overhears a late-night phone call that makes her blood run cold.
Because maybe she wasn't chosen.
Maybe she was used.
And maybe the deal was never the real trap.

In this prestigious North American university, I was just a lowly physical education teacher, working long hours and being bossed around.
No one knew that two years ago, I was a special forces legend, codenamed "Tyrant," who climbed to the top of the dark web, stepping over the corpses of countless enemies in the abyss of hell.
I thought I had washed the blood off my hands.
Until that day, the only ordinary female student I cared about was lured into a black market industrial park on the Balkan border, facing a butcher's chainsaw.
For five million dollars to save my life, I was willing to swallow all my pride and bow to the school's richest family.
But what I got in return was public humiliation and a beating from the powerful.
They laughed at me, calling me a weakling, saying my life was less than that of a lowly dog.
Watching the video showing only five hours left of life and death, I snapped the spine of the richest man's bodyguard with my bare hands, tearing apart the docile mask I had worn for two years.
Crossing half the globe to storm into a heavily guarded, lawless land?
It had been a long time since I'd stretched my muscles.
It seems the world has forgotten why this dark jungle, filled with warlords and evil, still cannot bear to hear my name!

My son Emery scored a perfect SAT and got early admission to MIT Physics. Eighteen years old. His future was limitless.

My billionaire husband Reid's assistant—his mistress in everything but name—suggested Emery attend some garbage local business school instead. Inherit the empire. Fall in line.

Emery said no. Reid exploded.

He locked my son in the lumber yard and ordered him to split five tons of oak. "No water until he's done. That'll teach him respect."

The sun was brutal. My son's asthma attacked. I knelt before Reid's mistress and begged for his inhaler while Reid crushed my right hand—my surgeon's hand.

I got the inhaler and ran back as fast as I could.

But I was too late. My son was already dead.

My mother-in-law was a spoiled and soft woman.
Fifty years old and she couldn't book a rideshare. Couldn't pick up a package. When the breaker tripped, she cried into a video call to her husband and her son.
The whole family agreed on it. Her only skills were clinging and being adorable.
Then I bled at nine weeks and took myself to the ER.
The OB who picked up my chart was my husband's best female friend. Sable.
She saw me, photographed my chart into their med-school group chat, and hit record.
"Come look, everybody. Dog's wife. Pregnant five minutes and already bleeding from bed."
"Twenty-eight and she's already a geriatric pregnancy. You've got to pace yourself, honey."
The whole room laughed and looked at my stomach.
My face burned white. My nails went numb in my palm.
Thirty minutes later the door hit the wall.
My mother-in-law, the woman who covered her ears in her husband's arms over a tripped fuse, walked in on four-inch heels.
Behind her: hospital administration, the compliance office, and the sitting Chief of Obstetrics.
She pulled the chart out of my hand without lifting her eyes.
"Twenty-eight is advanced maternal age? Normal physiologic fluid, and you called it too much sex?"
"Dr. Smith, is your mouth that filthy because your brain's been marinating in locker-room jokes, or did your ethics get eaten by a dog?"

"I want you to fuck yourself. Long… deep and slow. Because I know it will be my face that you will see when you come." These were the words Elias Miles whispered into Chloe Bennett's ear, shattering her professional composure and reminding her that the man who owned the company also owned her every desire.

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Chloe Bennett thought she had found the perfect escape when she spent a wild, anonymous night in Boston with a handsome stranger named Lio. Twelve months later, she lands her dream job in New York City, only to discover that her "Lio" is actually Elias Miles the notoriously cold, arrogant, and breathtakingly powerful CEO of Miles Media.

As Chloe navigates the treacherous waters of corporate espionage and high-stakes media wars, she must decide if she can handle the "all-or-nothing" intensity of a man who refuses to be second to anyone. With a rival media mogul breathing down their necks and a past that refuses to stay buried, their connection is tested by secrets, scandals, and a deep-seated fear of commitment.

Can Chloe Bennett break through the ice around Elias’s heart, or will this high-powered world of luxury and lies tear them apart for good? Does Elias Miles truly have a heart, or was Chloe just another stopover in his life?

When Iris went to prison for her boyfriend, she discovered that he was about to marry Alpha's daughter.
It turned out that he had been using her all along and then abandoned her...
Iris fell into despair, but unexpectedly, she crossed paths with Marcus, Alpha's son and her former patient.
She became her ex's brother-in-law's wedding companion?! The most notorious playboy in the Pack?

Riley
New name, new look, new life. I've been careful to keep my past at bay. The last thing I needed was the stranger with those calm discerning eyes to cross my path. I must avoid him at all costs, even if he haunts my dreams and sends waves of heat across my skin. My focus is survival, not lust. Not even if he ignited a longing I'd never thought possible.

Draven
A mission. Find the missing girls and bring the perpetrator to justice. The retributive kind. I've grown used to the shadows but I am drawn to her light. Moth to a flame, the only way to quell my curiosity is to satiate it. But not too much. Not completely.

TEASER:
You want me, don’t you?” A simple question that warranted a simple answer.
“Should I have had you checked for a head injury?” he scoffed, a swift blow that knocked the wind out of my lungs and I realised I had been holding my breath. My lips parted, and my chest heaved, working overtime to replenish my body’s oxygen from those few moments of starvation.
Steeling my spine, I stepped forward, invading his space, oblivious to the eyes that were thrown our way. Or was I imagining that? Draven didn’t budge, a perfectly shaped brow elevated as he considered my movement with little interest. There wasn’t a single flicker of emotion to cross his features, not even that Godforsaken misleading smile made an appearance.
“Then you’ve no reason to threaten any man I may find interesting.” I breathed the words slowly, erotically.

I am the sole heir to the Hartwell fortune.
But this birthday dinner — the one meant to sign the family trust into my hands on my twenty-second year — was being ruined by the housekeeper's daughter.
Brianna had done it on purpose. She'd stolen the archival couture gown my late mother left behind, then thrown herself into the champagne tower and pinned it on me.
"Oh God, Audrey, why did you push me?" She was already crying, her voice pitched for the crowd. "I know you hate seeing me in this dress, but your father was the one who insisted I wear it. Please don't make me leave."
In my last life, I'd stood there sobbing, waving my hands, trying to explain.
For that, I'd been stripped of my inheritance on the spot, committed to a psychiatric ward, and in the end, every fingernail torn out one by one, I'd died in agony.
But I'd been reborn.
Now I looked down at Brianna crumpled among the shattered crystal, playing the victim, and I didn't waste a word.
I crossed the floor, stood over her, drew my arm back, and slapped her across the face as hard as I could.
"Shut your mouth."

In my previous life, I was cruelly exploited by my wicked stepmother.
Not only was I drained of my military discharge money, but I was also driven into a subterranean warehouse that could collapse at any moment.
In darkness and despair, I was frozen to death by a cold wave that dropped surface temperatures to minus 60 degrees.
The moment I opened my eyes again, I had reincarnated back to three days before the outbreak of the cataclysm!
Staring at my stepmother's face, which was filled with greed and harshness, I wasted no words, threw on my heavy coat, and marched straight toward the underground warehouse.
For I knew that with sufficient supplies and energy, this nuclear-grade subterranean warehouse would become the ark of the apocalypse!

irectly in front of me.
Only the night before, she’d been curled up in my arms, her warm fingertips brushing my collarbone, our bodies tangled in tender, loving intimacy.
Yet the toe tag fastened around her ankle was etched with cold, unflinching words: Su Wan, Female, 22. Cause of death: fatal fall from height. Time in morgue custody: 365 days.
She had been dead for an entire year.
Just what in the hell was the woman who’d gasped beneath me night after night, who’d lived beside me day in and day out for six whole months—the woman I’d called my girlfriend?

I thought eight years of devotion could warm a frozen heart, but it turned out to be nothing more than a nightmare of being someone’s stand-in.
Jazzy’s poisoned chocolate, the scalding hot water, and Azrael’s gaze that never strayed from his dead wife—each one a blade carving into my soul.
They said I stole her dresses, wore her necklace.
But who saw the nights I stayed awake for the pack, the dangers I took on for Jazzy?
It wasn’t until I was cast out of the territory that I realized—there was never a place for me here.
Then the ruby ring burned against my skin, and the Silverfang wolves came for me.
Only then did I learn the truth my father had hidden all along—
I was never anyone’s shadow.
I am the heir of royal blood.
And those who once hurt me will one day watch as I rise from the ashes—reborn.

Dad was in critical condition and had just been wheeled into the operating room.
My husband—also Dad’s attending surgeon—was nowhere to be found.
I stood in the corridor in my pajamas until past midnight, hands shaking as I kept calling Jason.
When the call finally connected, a sweet, girlish voice spilled through the speaker:
"I’m watching the Eiffel Tower lights with Jason!"
A male voice followed, impatient and familiar—Jason’s:
"Is it her again? Ava, tell her to stop calling. The lights are about to go out. Can she stop making a scene?"
A chill sliced through me. Before I could speak, the line went dead.

“Just say yes, Ken…” He whispered huskily against her neck. “Be my mate.”
Every part of the female Beta was screaming to say yes, her body very much aware of the Alpha’s presence, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was, “I—I can’t.”


Kendra Sullivan is a feminist… one who believes that she should make her own choices in life, rejecting the laid down roles of women and she wolves, which is to populate the pack and care for their young.
Alpha Killian Silvercrest is cursed, and only his mate can save him and the entire pack from imminent doom. He is desperate, and already enamored by Kendra, and she by him… but their union goes against everything she stands for, and she is the most stubborn person he has ever met.
Torn between her own personal beliefs and saving her Pack, Kendra has to make the greatest sacrifice she has ever made. But what choice will she make?

Every BFF knows thou shalt not covet thy bestie’s ex. Even if he’s burn your bra handsome and doggone dirty rich and vulnerable because your best friend just broke his heart. Fresh off two successful quests, Loren Van Alst returns home to Camelot to find out that her best friend Nia has gone missing. And the only one who can help is Nia’s ex Tres, still reeling from being dumped.   To save her BFF, Loren will have to bring Tres to the realms of the Norse gods in search of the Hammer of God, which can help her find Nia. With sea gods trying to sink her chances, a trickster god trying to take her head, a thunder god trying to steal her heart, and Valkyrie huntresses on her trail, Loren has her hands full. Which is good, because that’ll help her keep them off a certain Broody Billionaire who’s off limits.   Urban fantasy takes a hammer to the nine realms in this modern day, action-packed, calamitous series of misadventures.

For Joey, I shouldered the blame for a commercial crime and survived five years behind bars—alone, even through a miscarriage.

With only five days left on my sentence, his secretary flaunted a “bonus” transfer from him—521,314—and when I left one mild comment, she blocked me.

I got released early on Christmas, wanting to surprise my husband. Instead, I pushed open our bedroom door and found Joey and Betty in our marital bed, deep in their sick little games.

And then I overheard a phone call that shattered everything: my little sister, Sansa, hadn’t died from a surgical “accident” at all. Joey had bribed the surgeon and had her heart cut out—so his mistress could gain a werewolf’s healing ability and keep having some perverted sex on bed.

He lied to me, used me, murdered my sister—and still mocked me for I was nothing without him.

Selene was once the proud Luna of the Twilight Claw Pack, bound to her mate, Andreas Larsen, by a love that was supposed to last forever. But when he cruelly rejects her and replaces her with another, Selene is exiled from the only home she’s ever known. Alone in the wild, pregnant and broken, Selene must fight to survive the unforgiving rogue lands.
But Selene’s story doesn’t end with betrayal. She carries an heir, a child tied to a prophecy that could either unite or destroy the fractured werewolf world. With the help of Mathias, a renegade Alpha with a dark past, Selene uncovers the truth about the prophecy—and about herself. As danger closes in from all sides, Selene must choose: return to the pack that cast her aside, or embrace her true destiny and become something greater—The Forsaken Luna.

My daughter helped my husband cheat.

My ten-year-old begged me to take her to a summer camp in Italy. My husband looked at her like she hung the moon. Booked the tickets right there.

I thought I was the luckiest mom alive.

Then I checked the pet camera from overseas.

There he was, fucking my daughter's riding instructor on our couch.

But what really killed me? What he said, "Don't worry. Nina wants that horse bad enough, she'll keep her mom in Europe as long as we need."

Back home, my husband dropped a receipt. Two identical limited edition watches.

He froze. My sweet daughter didn't miss a beat, "Dad used the other one to bribe someone so I could get my horse!"

They lied in perfect sync. That's when something in me broke.

They thought I was still that stupid, trusting wife.

What they didn't know?

I'd already signed a contract. Going back to my art career in New York.

When my family went bankrupt, my fiancé teamed up with my best friend and sold me to an underground club to pay off their debts.
To secure an investment, that scumbag handed me over to the most powerful kingmaker on Wall Street.
But the moment the call connected, I froze.
The big shot my cheating ex was groveling to was actually my first love—the man I dumped five years ago because he was poor.
Looking at the smug jerk who still had no idea who he was dealing with, I let out a cold laugh.
A deadly revenge game had just begun.

"Let Aria have the Stanford recommendation. Quinn owes her."
I stared at the family group chat—the one I wasn't in—and let out a cold laugh.
In my past life, I went completely hysterical over this, only to earn my family's disgust and a miserable death.
Now, reborn and given a second chance, I looked at the room full of guests celebrating My success, and walked straight to the microphone.
"Everyone, the party is over. I'm turning down the Stanford spot."
Under my family's stunned gazes, I dumped my champagne into the trash bin.
This rotten family? I'm done with them.

As the sole heir to one of America’s wealthiest families, I had always known the Harrington rule: every heir had to go through all four years of high school under an assumed identity, without using a single dollar of the family fortune.

So I wore thick black-framed glasses and secondhand sneakers and worked part-time jobs to support myself.

Everyone at school mocked me for being poor. They said my face was the only thing I had going for me.

Only Nolan, the top-ranked student in our grade, never looked down on me. Once, he slid half an eraser across the library table to me and told me that education could change a person’s life.

The day we started dating, he held my hand and promised me:

“Georgie, I’ll hold your hand through all of it. No matter how hard things get, I won’t let go.”

I believed him.

But during the outdoor club’s final hiking trip before my four-year disguise was over, a storm rolled in. Savannah, his childhood sweetheart, complained that her ankle hurt.

Nolan immediately let go of me and knocked me into the mud as he rushed to her.

Everyone gathered around Savannah to make sure she was okay. Then they laughed at me for thinking a poor girl like me could ever belong with someone like Nolan.

I didn’t cry.

I took off my glasses and placed my muddy, bloodstained hand in the palm of Holden, the Upper East Side heir who had spent the past two years trying to get me to go out with him.

“If you take my hand, you’re agreeing to be my girlfriend.”

“Okay.”

"You're using the embryo that you and Serena made and letting Wendy think that the children she's carrying are hers! Damn, man.I can't believe that you could do something like that to your wife." Adrian's friend said, sounding shocked.
"She deserves it," Adrian replied, followed by his friend's laughter. "She's the reason why Serena broke up with me back then."
What would you do if your husband used your womb to have children with his ex?
Wendy sacrificed everything for her marriage. She endured endless hormone shots, cruel whispers, and quiet humiliation, all to give her husband the children he wanted. When the IVF finally succeeded, she believed she had saved her marriage.
Until the day she overheard the truth. The twins she had fought so hard to carry were never meant to be hers. Her husband never wanted a child with her. She was nothing more than a surrogate in her own marriage.
Determined to find answers, Wendy stormed into the hospital. Fate delivered a twist no one could have seen coming: her husband was severely infertile. The IVF had failed. The babies growing inside her belonged to another man.
Wendy walked away with no tears and no second chances.
But Adrian, the man who once betrayed her, came begging for reconciliation.
"Wendy, we can fix this. We can start over."
Too late.
Because somewhere in the same city, Julian Harrington, the untouchable, relentless, and enigmatic CEO who rules the city's business empire, is searching for the mother of his twins.

I was born a princess of the Dragon Realm, destined for greatness.
In my past life, I married an amethyst dragon, Damien. Our union should have produced heirs worthy of legend. Instead, I bore him a Wingless One, the ultimate shame.
He didn't hesitate. One swing of his blade, and our child's cries were silenced forever. Then he dragged me, still bleeding from childbirth, to the Dragon's Maw. Threw me into the molten lava, my screams echoing as the flames consumed my flesh.
Meanwhile, my half-sister Isadora, a mere Bronze Dragon, married another Bronze, equally unremarkable. Yet somehow, she gave birth to an Amethyst Dragon.
She became our new Dragon Queen. I became carrion.
But death wasn't my end.
I opened my eyes on the day of the Choosing Ceremony. Damien stood before me. Then, with cold calculation in his eyes, he turned away. He chose Isadora.
He remembers too.
A smile curved my lips. Let him play his game. Because I know the truth now, a truth that will shatter everything.
How could a dragon who needs dark magic to maintain his wing color possibly father a dragon of true noble bloodline?

He grabbed my hair and dragged me downstairs. His grip on my hands and feet ached terribly. I sobbed and wept, silent tears streaming down my face. I was powerless to break free, my left hand clutching my broken right wrist.

He was a beast inhabiting this mansion, inflicting inhuman torture on my poor soul. He had created a living hell for me, this pitiful girl, within his castle.

On this cold winter night, he threw my wounded body into the icy pool, arrogantly enjoying it all, drinking and smoking expensive cigars. A satisfied, cold smile played on his lips as he reveled in my pain. His face was filled with the darkness of sin.

“How...more...am I…still…standing?” I stammered, my lips trembling.

Zain paused, thinking. Then, turning away from her, he replied:

“Until you die!”

With that, he left. As he wished. At that moment, my wish came true; I died.

But not in a frozen pool; I was struck in the head by a bullet from afar, blood splattering everywhere—that was far more gruesome.

My consciousness began to fade, but suddenly, I opened my eyes again and found myself mopping the floor in an ordinary restaurant.

I was startled: What happened? I was reborn? This is unbelievable!

Nine months pregnant and about to give birth, my husband Zane locked me in the wine cellar.
All because his widowed business partner, Elena, was also giving birth today.
"You almost made Elena go into labor early. You need to think about what you've done."
Agonizing contractions wracked my body. I dropped to my knees, begging him, "Zane, please─the baby is coming now! He will die!"
He just shoved me down the cold stone steps, his eyes icy cold.
"Stop lying! Your due date isn't today. You'll do anything for attention, won't you?"
"Tonight, only Elena's safety matters. You'll stay here until you admit you were wrong!"
The heavy wooden door slammed shut, snuffing out the last bit of hope I had left.
Hours later, Zane was cradling Elena's newborn son, calling the maid.
"Elena had a boy. I couldn't be happier. Let my wife out—I'm willing to forgive her little tantrum today."
But on the other end of the phone, the maid was sobbing.
"Sir... your wife and the baby... they're already gone."

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
On the day of the wedding, her husband eloped with another woman.
That night, she took in a handsome young man!
Who needs a man in this day and age?
Three years later, the young man turned into a domineering CEO.
Wait, you, a billionaire, spending this girl's money every day?

"Everyone out," I commanded through gritted teeth. "Now."
"Jade, I need to check your—" the nurse began.
"OUT!" I snarled with enough force that both women backed toward the door.
Once feared by Shadow Organization that drugged me to replicate my abilities into a more controllable version, I had escaped my restraints and detonated their entire facility, ready to die alongside my captors.
Instead, I woke up in a school infirmary with women arguing around me, their voices piercing my skull. My outburst froze them in shock—clearly they hadn't expected such a reaction. One woman threatened as she left, "We'll discuss this attitude when you get home."
The bitter truth? I've been reborn into the body of an overweight, weak, and supposedly dim-witted high school girl. Her life is filled with bullies and tormentors who've made her existence miserable.
But they have no idea who they're dealing with now.
I didn't survive as the world's deadliest assassin by allowing anyone to push me around. And I certainly won't start now.

✨ She entered his world for an assignment… and became his obsession.

Meera thought she was just a normal uni girl—lectures, coffee runs, group projects, repeat. But one assignment changed everything: interview a CEO. Simple, right? Wrong. Because her project dragged her straight into the lair of the infamous A.M Empire, a mafia dynasty whispered about in fear.

She expected intimidation. What she didn’t expect was Siddhartha, the kinder brother, welcoming her in. But lurking in the shadows was Arjun—the ruthless empire leader whose gaze could break kingdoms. He wasn’t supposed to notice her. He wasn’t supposed to want her. Yet the moment he saw her innocence collide with her quiet strength… she became his obsession.

Now the man feared across the underworld won’t stop until she’s his.
Her resistance only fuels him. His enemies circle closer. And the line between fear and desire blurs until she’s trapped in a dangerous game of shadows, secrets, and burning temptation.

🔥 Tropes you’ll love:
👑 Mafia x Innocent Heroine
🖤 Cold, ruthless antihero who only softens for her
🏠 Forced proximity & dangerous obsession
👔 Brother’s-best-friend-but-make-it-mafia
🔥 “I protect what’s mine” energy
🗡️ Enemies & ex-lovers lurking in the dark
💋 Forbidden love that tastes like sin

In a world where trust is lethal and passion is a weapon, can love survive the fire… or will it consume them both?

Sofia's life is a constant shuffle, hopping from town to town, always looking over her shoulder. Haunted by a dangerous past and the looming threat of her family, she finally lands in the gritty underbelly of Durango, Colorado. With an empty apartment and a burning determination to survive, Sofia enrolls in a new school and starts the hunt for a job in order to stay in town for as long as she can.

But Durango brings its own set of challenges. The first being Vincent Walker: the school's intoxicating bad boy who taunts her relentlessly yet sends mixed signals with his unexpected moments of protection and flirtation. Rumours swirl about his family's deep ties to the criminal underworld, only adding to the mystery that surrounds him and the town.

As Sofia navigates through her new life, she also meets Vincent’s best friend, Daryl— a total sweetheart who offers a stark contrast to Vincent's dangerous allure. Drawn into their world, Sofia's secrets begin to unravel. When Vincent and Daryl discover the truth about her living situation, they demand that she moves in with them, promising her safety and a place to belong.

Torn between the enigmatic Vincent and the endearing Daryl, Sofia finds herself falling for both. But her newfound stability is shattered when her past catches up to her, bringing her toxic ex-boyfriend Ashton back into her life. With his relentless apologies and attempts to win her back, Sofia is thrust into a tumultuous love triangle, all while fearing the return of her father and brother who are determined to take her back home.

Caught between three loves and the ghosts of her past, Sofia must navigate a treacherous path to find where her heart truly belongs. Will she choose the dangerous allure of Vincent, the sweet safety of Daryl, or the familiar yet toxic pull of Ashton? And can she ever truly escape her horrifying past?

QUILL QUINTON

She was an poor girl leaving in an abandon failure building in New York. An Orphan who worked all her efforts in earning and studying. She was hard working, silent and sweet girl. Living her best in her worst.


EMERSON HARVEY

He was an cruel , arrogant and possesive mafia boss. He was praised for his cruelness and defined as an destroyer.
He was deliciously handsome as one snap of fingers can lay lines of women for him.


MILEVA BELLONA

A fragile flower raised in mud. To get blend she have to be the one. Innocent and beautiful , broken and sold. Mileva's fate have broken her and than destroyed her getting entangled with Emerson Harvey the one she was bethroned to smashed her dream and her life.

PLOT LINE

Emerson Harvey leaving in Los Angeles came a way to destroy the rival. But caught the sight of unknowingly his forever weakness. And falls the way for someone he never thought he would.

He is the hidden bastard son. She, the granddaughter the empire wants to erase.

Forced to work together, Angel and Lucas fight the forbidden attraction that grows every day within the powerful Figueiredo family.

When the secret is revealed, Lucas is the true heir to the empire, and she is the rejected bastard; they realize that their destinies have always been intertwined.

Now Angel must choose: protect her heart or give herself to the man who could destroy everything.

Betrayals. Secrets. A forbidden love within the same family.

And a question that could be costly: how far would you go for love?

He fell through time. She just wanted him out of her apartment. Now they’re bound by a curse that could kill them both.
Ava’s life is in chaos on a good day, but things only get worse when a scarred, furious knight crashes into her apartment, claiming she summoned him from five hundred years ago.

Kael is dangerous, confusing, and way too hot for someone threatening to kill her unless she helps him return home. The only problem is, they’re magically bonded together. The harder they fight it, the stronger the pull becomes.
As ancient magic awakens inside Ava and enemies from Kael’s past return, their explosive chemistry becomes deeper—and far more dangerous. Time is running out, and one will be lost forever if they can’t break the curse.

Camilla. An Italian American whose parents were allegedly killed in an auto accident, is attending law school in New York City. Camilla was oblivious to what her parents had actually been doing with their careers, kept in the dark by her family for her entire life. Her brother completely cuts off contact with her after he graduates from high school. The only family she speak with is her Nonna, who took her in when her parents died.

What Camilla doesn't know about her parents and the past suddenly comes back around to her front door. Camilla is a beautiful and intelligent woman who is extremely perceptive. When notices that she is being followed, her world starts to change. Will her parents' deceit end up getting Camilla killed, or will it be her savior?

Camilla is desperate to speak to her brother, asking her Nonna for assistance as things start to get scary for her. She feels paranoid and unstable, wondering if she's imagining everything around her that seems off.

The Chicago Mafia boss is after Camilla and she has no idea. The boss of the biggest mafia family in New York City was asked to track her down and send her back to Chicago. Something about the entire situation doesn't seem legitimate to the NY Mafia, and they use her roommate unknowingly as a source of information. It's possible that Camilla's savior is her absent brother. Will he communicate in time?

"Kiss the Ugliest Girl in the department." That was the line that shattered my life four years ago.

I stood frozen in the courtyard, the taste of Leonard Saint-Claire’s lips still on mine, while the crowd erupted in cruel laughter. He smiled that lazy, golden-boy smile, treating my humiliation like a cheap party trick. I ran away that night, leaving my dignity in the dust. But I didn’t die. I evolved.

Four years later, I walked back into his world. Not as the fragile girl in the oversized cardigan, but as Noelle Duval, the Creative Director holding the fate of his failing fashion empire in my hands. He didn’t recognize the woman in the tailored silk suit until I dismantled his authority, piece by piece.

"You're stripping back everything I built," Leonard growled, cornering me in the atelier, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination.
"I'm not stripping it," I whispered, stepping into his personal space until he stopped breathing. "I'm correcting it. And you’re just a spectator now."

He thought he could apologize. He thought a rainy night and a confession would fix the cracks. But glass doesn’t heal, Leonard. It cuts. And I was ready to make him bleed.

Feel the sensation of her sexy touch in between their threesome love story.
"Let us touch you, Ava. let us show you how good we can make you feel princess." It was Ray who spoke. His deep yet erotic voice sent shivers down my spine.
"Goddess damn Ava, I want to feel your skin." Bray rasped, already tugging off sweats from my legs.
"The Tee goes off too, angel." Ray helped me off my Tee, throwing it somewhere on the floor. I couldn't care less.
"So full and round, fucking sexy Ava.” Ray unclasped my bra, wanting to access my boobs more
Ava is living a life that is all a lie with no idea whatsoever. She ends up wanting two brothers who also realize that their life isn't all they've known.
It is a damn lie in between their love story.

Extermination just got a whole lot more fun.

When lifelong friends Reggie, Joel and Cody, fail to win the Virtual Reality Elite championship, they’re forced to find real work. The guys sign a pest control contract, ridding space stations of infestations.

ShimVens have been spreading rapidly across the galaxy.

The bugs eat through wiring, destroying space stations and ships.

Reggie took the job because the pay was good and the work sounded easy. Cody and Joel are skeptical, but Reggie convinces them it’s easy work. Just spray the bugs and done, right?

Not exactly.

They soon learn these pests are deadly. They’ll have to rely on their gaming skills if they are to survive.

And they’re going to need better weapons. Oh, and a mercenary who knows how to kick ass.

These three immature guys go off to save the universe…all by accident.

Men in Black meets Ghost Busters. Intergalactic Pest Control will have readers hooked from the beginning.

--- Caution for strong language and graphic scenes involving lots of bug guts.

Because of what Leysa Frank witnessed the night before her wedding that really broke her heart. She decided to push her plan of seducing Frederik Wilford for her sister, Diana Frank - Wilford to taste her sweetest revenge for making her feel worthless and unwanted. She thought Diana is a great person, a good sister that loves her so much but actually she's a fake innocent whore, a two-faced bitch that wants to fuckin' get everything to her. She will get her revenge, double – no! Triple the pain she had caused her.

MARCELLA.

A perfect man. A perfect future. A perfect life.

Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't.

Until the perfect man turned out to be the Traitor. Only I couldn't get my answers from him because he was dead. Killed my the Devil who he sold my existence to.

The devil who now I spend every second fearing in a cage he trapped me in.

KILLIAN.

This was not the plan. But I knew the second I laid eyes on the most unique green colored eyes in that alley, it was decided. She was mine.

It was supposed to be a trade. A trade her weak boyfriend made to save his ass.

I could stop it from turning it into something else.

But the question was, did I want to?

"Rumi! It's time to get up!"

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What the hell is wrong with this woman? She keeps shouting for no reason. I was not looking forward to today. I'm starting my new school today in the middle of the semester. I got expelled from my other schools for fighting and arguing with the staffs. I have a big mouth and it seems to put me in a lot of trouble. I got expelled from my last school because I beat the hell out of three guys and the reason I got expelled from my other school was for beating the hell out of the security guard and arguing with the principal. A lot of people are afraid of me just because I don't talk too long, I don't argue for too long one wrong word or move from you and you're getting knocked out. I don't care who you are as long as my hands can reach you you're getting hit. My name is Rumi Richards. I am 18 years old and I live with my father and step mother. My father remarried after my mom died and I don't get along most times with him and his new wife. Don't ask why.

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Oh and i'm also gay.

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"Rumi, it's time to go."".

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I sighed. "I heard you the first time lady."

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"Rumi don't be rude!" My father said as he walked pass my room.

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Why do parents have to be so annoying. I got up and went to the bathroom and took a shower and combed my hair. I got dress and went downstairs I sat at the table while my step mom brought my breakfast but I ignored her and use my laptop to push the plate away. I don't mean to be rude so early but I'm not in the mood to deal with my parents or to acknowledge her burnt pancakes.

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"Ready for your first day honey?" she ask.

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"No, I don't want to go."I replied.

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"Well you're going." My dad said. He was rubbing my step mother's belly and smiling like he's crazy, She's pregnant with my sibling.

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On the eve of my engagement, I dumped the far-famed alphaking, Jamal, and ran away with another man.I've been blaming myself for his memory loss until he almost killed me in the Deep Forest.After I found out that Jamal's memory loss wasn't real, he panicked.He forced me to watch him make out with another woman.I was sick and he had security kick me out."Stop it, Heaven, amnesia is a leftover trick I play."

Until I passed out in front of him.Until he learned the truth about my departure.

My husband, Arthur, forced me to take private training sessions with his buddy Marcus, saying my body wasn’t good enough for him to really enjoy himself in bed. But on the very first day, Marcus started getting handsy with me.

“Coach, stop. I’m here to work out, not have an affair,” I bit back a moan, trying to push away the “help” he was giving me with my squats.

What I didn’t expect was for him to start rubbing his thing against my pussy.

I am the wife of Don Nikolai. For years, I endured his violence and the constant humiliation from his mistress, Sofia.
On a stormy night, I saved a boy named Silvio — the sole survivor of a massacre ordered by Nikolai — and raised him as my adopted son. I never imagined he would become my shield. When Nikolai struck me, Silvio stepped forward and shouted, “You will not hit her!” When Sofia provoked me, he stood up for me every time.
While risking his life to hone his skills, Silvio secretly gathered evidence of Nikolai’s crimes. When the Don sensed betrayal, he sent Silvio on a mission meant to kill him — then turned his brutality on me.
As I lay dying, Silvio returned, bloodied and broken, and threw a punch at Nikolai.
“I came back,” he roared, “to kill you!”
After coming of age, he confessed:
“I was never truly your son. I want to marry you.”

His wolf was already going wild in anticipation of getting laid.

"You called for me sir. Urgently."
She knew nothing about the rules of shape shifters or bossy CEOs.
She said quietly, watching the vein in his neck tick when she spoke.
Oh my God! Was he pissed? Was he supposed to wait for him to speak before she did?

"Where are we going?" she asked as they exited her office.
"My house," he replied simply, noting the impersonal way he had said the word.

He was not taking her to a fancy restaurant but home with him on their date.
Shana had an idea of what was going to happen.
In all her life, she had never imagined she would lose her virginity for the sake of her duty because that was what was going to happen tonight.

"I should warn you," he said stopping suddenly.


Shana Johnson had always lived a life away from prying eyes as a plain waitress but she was way more than that. She is a Crier, communicating with the Dead and fulfilling their last wishes, even when such wishes involve ruining and killing Alpha wolf, Asher Anderson, something his dead stepfather, Adam desperately wants.
But it turned out not to be as simple as it seem when her dormant heart started beating the moment she set her eyes on the powerful shifter and she was caught between duty and love.
Asher Anderson is ruthless but with a heart clamoring for love his Crier of a mother had denied him. He hates her kind and he would never even be caught talking to one let alone bonding with one. But what happens when he finds out the woman his wolf had claimed was no more than what he detested with his whole existence; a Crier?
*MATURED CONTENT #18+

“Is this what you want baby? Beg me.”
He teases me with a finger at the entrance.
I don’t want to play games now. I'm about to climax.


When you love someone you have to set them free and if it’s meant to be they should come back right?.. But what if you love two people? Not just any two people…. Twin brothers!! And one just happens to be your boss?
Cassie knew this wasn’t going to end well but what’s the worst that could happen?