8281 Book(s) Related to the girl who should be dead

On the night of her wedding, Evelyn Knight paid the ultimate price for trusting the wrong man—her husband murdered her with his own hands.
But fate grants her a second chance.
Reborn on the very day she's meant to marry Nathaniel Andrews, Evelyn wastes no time. This time, she won't be the victim. She escapes the altar and makes a bold move—straight into the arms of her husband's sworn rival.
"Mr. Everett, will you marry me?"
"This a surrender?"
"No," she smirks. "This is a tactical retreat followed by a counterattack."
What begins as a calculated alliance quickly spirals into something far more dangerous—obsession, protection, desire. Julian Everett never expected to fall for the woman who barged into his life like a storm. But now that he has her, he won't let her go.
This time, Evelyn isn't just rewriting her fate—She's taking her revenge one kiss at a time.

"Come back to me, Ivy," the man whom she used to love with all her heart said.“No, no,” Ivy shook her head and backed away from him. Her body trembled as fear consumed her whole being. He was the reason her baby was gone! He was the reason for all her suffering!

Ivy thought she was the luckiest woman in the world - she was married to the man of her dream.But that was just her illusion. On the day she received her pregnancy report, she found her husband in bed with his best friend. Before she had the chance to tell him about her pregnancy, she was forced to divorce and her family was driven to bankruptcy by that one man she loved.Since then, her life went south.
She married a governor in another country whom everyone thought was a gentleman. Everyone envied her, but no one knew he was a sadist who loved to abuse her.Five years later, the man she used to love met her by chance and begged her to come back.But would she be able to give her heart again, when all she felt toward him was fear and hatred? Knowing that he was the sole reason her life had turned to be what it was today with endless suffering?

On our fifth Anniversary party, Harris got admitted to the City's Hospital.

Cancer. Stage IV.

I struggled to find words to whisper some comforting words to Harris .

Instead, he held my hands, and said,"It's alright, Darcy."

"Don't be afraid of anything that may happen. Even if I am about to die, I will always be with you."

Even when he was dying, he made sure to comfort me, which bled my heart.

I spent my days researching treatments, draining my savings for "miracle" consultations.

Then came the afternoon I went to his office early to surprise him with the appointment letter with Dr. Wilson, a world famous surgeon.

Harris had been trying to contact him for weeks now. But, everytime he declined him bluntly, only this time when I tried to contact him personally, his assistant reached out to me.

Finally, he had a chance to be saved. I cried tears of joy. I wanted to share this good news with Harris as soon as possible.

But, My hands, almost pushed open the door, , a Lively and joyous laughter echoed through my ears.
"Is the paperwork ready?"

I slightly opened it ajar and peered inside.
I froze on the spot.

Clara was sitting on Harris's lap, clutching to his shoulder like she owned him.

"Everything," Harris' voice sounded, confident and excited.

"By the time 'cancer' takes me, Harris Hudson will be dead, life insurance will be processed, and you and I will be halfway across the world with a clean slate."

Clara. Harris' first love. The one he told me was a 'closed chapter' years ago.

Something broke into my heart.
I froze at my place.

The cancer, the treatment, it was all a lie orchestrated by Harris to elope with Clara?

My father wanted to hand me over to Adrian Kingsley, the heir everyone in his Manhattan circle was desperate to please. I ran away with my boyfriend instead.
Then my boyfriend was injured in a hit-and-run. We had no money, and Adrian came to our rescue.
We were grateful. So when my father was diagnosed with a serious illness, I worked up the courage to ask Adrian for help again.
He took a drag on his cigarette and watched me through the smoke.
"Spend the night with me."

She rejected her fated mate. Fate reassigned the bond to her greatest enemy.

Born as the daughter of the Alpha of Alphas, Lyra was raised to be a weapon, not a daughter. After catching her fated mate in bed with her best friend, she rejects him before the entire school and flees to the only place her father cannot control: Thornewood Academy.

But Thornewood is no sanctuary. Behind its enchanted walls, monsters become ordinary… and secrets become deadly. There she meets Malakai Von Voss — the exiled vampire prince who arrives with blood on his hands and a crime that could ignite a global war. His immortality is gone. His enemies are closing in. And the one person his starving body cannot survive without is the daughter of the man his father has sworn to destroy.

She is a werewolf.
He is a vampire.
Their bond should be impossible.
Their love should start a war.

As mysterious murders shake the academy, an ancient tournament forces every student to fight for the future of the supernatural world. Every alliance carries a price. Every kiss is treason.

Lyra and Malakai must decide whether to become the monsters their fathers raised them to be… or burn the old world to create a new one.

Not all love stories begin with roses.
Some start with funerals.

In my previous life, on the very day of our marking ceremony, my Alpha fiancé met his fated mate at the banquet.
He didn’t break off our engagement. Instead, he chose silence and completed the ceremony with me. He chose to trap me with a twenty-year mate bond.
For twenty years, I fought wars for the Pack, bore him an heir, and ruled the main hall alone as Luna.
Meanwhile, in another Pack’s territory, he spent his entire life with that woman.
Before I died, he told me he was sorry.
But he also blamed me—saying that if I hadn’t insisted on taking the Luna seat, he could have left more completely.
Only then did I realize something cruel. Not only was I never the one he loved, I was also the obstacle to his freedom.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the marking ceremony.
This time, the mate bond had not yet formed, and the mate mark had not yet been sealed.
Whether he would abandon me for his fated mate no longer mattered.
Because this time—
I would never step aside for any Alpha again.

Kira lives in the seemingly idyllic small town of Emberhollow, a place where everyone knows each other's business. Her life, however, is anything but ideal. After the death of her father, she's forced into a suffocating marriage with Vincent, a man who is publicly respected as the manager of the town's largest factory. To the people of Emberhollow, he's a community pillar, but in the privacy of their home, he is controlling, emotionally and abusive who keeps Kira isolated and stripped freedom.. The plot begins to unfold when Talon Steele, the mysterious billionaire owner of the factory, arrives in Emberhollow for a site visit. Accustomed to getting what he wants, Talon is captivated by Kira's quiet defiance. He notices the subtle, fading bruises hidden beneath her clothes and instantly understands her desperation. His attraction to her is possessive and absolute, and he decides he must have her. In a cold and calculated move, Talon offers Vincent a deal he can't refuse, effectively "buying" Kira and taking her away without her knowledge. He drugs her and transports her to his secluded estate, a place of immense luxury and isolation. When Kira wakes up, she's terrified. She's exchanged one cage for another, But Talon's intentions are far from cruel. He doesn't touch her . Instead, he presents her with a choice: freedom from Vincent . He did this to save her, but his methods are questionable. Kira must now navigate a world where her rescuer is also her captor. She has to figure out if she can trust the man who bought her and if he is the lesser of two evils. Her quiet resolve will soon turn to rebellion as she fights to regain her autonomy, forcing Talon to confront the darkness of his own actions and his obsession with her.

I was sold by my stepfather to the cruelest alpha who ever lived, King Kaelor. To him, I’m nothing more than a tool, a means to break the curse haunting his bloodline. I accepted my fate, believing that once I gave him an heir, I would finally be free. But what Kaelor doesn’t know—what he can’t know—is that we are fated mates.

I waited. I waited for him to see it, for something in his cold heart to crack and for him to see me as more than just a pawn in his game. But then I discovered the truth: to Kaelor, I was never more than an instrument. Heartbroken and carrying our child, I fled his kingdom, determined to protect my baby from his indifference.

Now, I’m being hunted. Not just by the alpha king who swears to bring me back, but by other alphas who see in me and my child a power that could change everything. Kaelor claims he’s sorry, that he’s realized what I truly mean to him. But how can I trust the one who broke my heart?

I am Elara, a woman on the run, a mother fighting to protect her child, and perhaps a fated mate who can no longer believe in destiny.

"Quiet, girl!" I growled. Her body stiffened. I fumbled her breast with so much anger. "See, boys?" I said, with a low growl, "She is so soft." I laughed, cold and harsh.
Lucian and Jamil roared with me.Her eyes squeezed shut, a blush creeping up her neck. This was better. Broken. "This is how you should behave," I muttered to myself with raw satisfaction. My hand moved lower, smacking her butt hard.
Crack! Lina whimpered. It was a small, painful sound. Her pain was mine. I dragged her towards me. Her bare skin brushed my clothes, like a jolt. My hands moved over her curves, asserting my ownership.
Her skin was soft, silk. She shivered with fear and something else. It excited me. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. Her heart pounded, like a frantic drumbeat.Just as I moved to take her, a whisper crept out of her mouth "Please, Sire, I haven't done this before." Her voice shook. It surprised me. I pulled my hand back, feigning surprise.

After her mother’s death, Emily’s world collapses. Betrayed by those she trusted most, poisoned until even her wolf falls silent, and stripped of everything she once called hers, she is reduced to nothing more than a slave in the very home she once thought was safe.
Then she is sold.
To the ruthless werewolf king.
A monster whispered about in fear, a ruler drenched in blood, and a king who has buried nine wives before her.
Now… she is the tenth.
Trapped in a kingdom built on secrets and corpses, Emily must survive a husband feared even by monsters.
Will she become just another dead queen… or the one woman capable of bringing him to his knees?

Rubby Sandwood, a 20-year-old orphan, lost her parents at a young age and was taken by her by Alex Manchester, a werewolf slave driver. Alex was not kind to Rubby and maltreated her. Chelse, a blind and sensitive girl, saved Rubby twice and they began looking out for each other.

What happened when Silver Airstong, a powerful Alpha, come to Ruby’s rescue only to neglect her in his pack because she was a mare Omega

With silvers twin brother hot on his tale willing to capture Rubby to use as a leverage against him, will Silver finally put his mate above everything else?…

My husband locked me in a suitcase to punish me for frightening his childhood sweetheart. He said I could come out when I apologized. By the time his assistant warned him about the smell, our baby and I were already dead. But Adrian still expected me to crawl out and beg for forgiveness—and I was trapped beside him, watching.

One moment Isabella's life was perfect—a thriving business, a father finally free from his depression, and the next, she was forced to marry a man she knew nothing about, a man her father looked at alarmingly with so much fear.
But she knew she had to do it. Her father's life was on the line, and their marriage was the only thing that would keep him alive.

Giovanni Christian Genovese, also known as the Masked king of the underworld, had long planned his vengeance after watching his family get massacred by a bunch of lousy small-town men who were supposed to be ‘hitmen’ and he swore to wipe every traces of them off the face of earth, so the moment he learned of Isabella, he knew his plan has been perfected and after all these years, he was ecstatic to finally set it in motion.

Except she wasn't. Not after he went against the deal and killed her father.
Caught in the tangled web of love and hatred, will Isabella choose to sink into agony or rise up to resist with a clear mind?

Dearest Gentle Readers, this is a book filled with tales of woe, of the sorrow and sadness and yearnings of a woman caught between the crossfire. Caught between the web of a horrible and evil villain. Read this book if you dare!

Hailey Parker, a naive young woman of twenty-one, gets more than she bargained for when she gets into a deal in an attempt to protect her fiancé.

Leaving the only place she had known all her life, she soon realizes that she had gotten way more than she'd bargained for and lots of buried secrets spill out in the open leaving her broken and defenseless.

With everything in her, she wishes to go back to the girl she was before, but if wishes were horses bitches could ride. Her horrible nightmare had just begun.

Will she rise above the rushing tides or will she let it sweep her under?

When Lucifer appeared in my bedroom wearing an impeccable suit, I dismissed it as a dream. But the Prince of Darkness had chosen his prey, and one fateful night changed everything. I tried to escape his obsession by fleeing to the altar with another man—until he crashed my wedding and claimed what he deemed rightfully his.

Now I'm bound to a possessive, dangerous being who sets my body aflame with a single touch. As his dark desires threaten to consume more than just my flesh, I realize I have only one choice: destroy the devil himself before he claims my soul forever.

I have been a keeper of many secrets since I was old enough to know what secrets were. No one knows the truth or the real me. No one knows about the abuse I suffer from my father behind closed doors. No one knows about the cuts and scars I hide from the world.

To the outside world, I am your average teenager, but the truth is, I am a broken girl with no one to love her, to see the real sadness in my eyes. I keep it to myself because I want to. It is things I have hidden for years, and no one seems to notice.

Until him, Ryland. The new boy in the town. The stranger who sees right through me from the second we meet. We are drawn to one another like a moth to the flame. The more I get to know him, the more I see I am not the only one fighting demons.

To start with, he is a pain in my ass, but every day we grow closer, and we become what the other needs. A bond develops between us, one that becomes unbreakable. Neither of us realised that when two broken souls come together, it would be exactly what we needed to help one another heal. He shows me love, something I haven’t had since I lost my mother.

I soon learn that just because you are broken doesn’t mean it needs to stay that way. Your past doesn’t need to define you.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Physical abuse (It does happen, not often and not in too much detail). Rape, suicide, and self-harm are also mentioned. It doesn’t happen in the book, but it's discussed.

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.

George caught Sigrid's boyfriend sleeping with his fiancee. To punish his fiancee, George said that Sigrid is going to be his bride, or her family would go bankrupt!
Sigrid had no choice but to say, yes.
What's worse, it's just a contract marriage! But she didn't want this kind of fake love at all.
Though she tried to get rid of him, she gradually discovered his charm and tenderness.
Day by day, she got his endless love, and she became the apple of his eye.
Maybe it would be fine to stay by his side. She thought so.
But all of the sweetness ended on that day...she found the secret of their contract marriage...

Avery Brown always dreamed of a perfect life with her husband, Scott Brandon. Everything seemed to be falling into place, and soon she was expecting a baby.
But everything changed the day she came home from the hospital, ready to share her happy news. Instead, she found another woman in her husband's arms. As if that betrayal wasn't enough, Scott handed her divorce papers and cast her aside as if she meant nothing.
Five years later, Avery returns to the city with her daughter and a new strength. She is no longer the woman who once begged for love.
What she never expected was her ex-husband's desperate attempt to win her back.
Will Avery give him another chance or will she walk away for good?

“I’m not about to be friend-zoned by the woman I want to f*ck.”

Seth pinned Olivia against the wall of the hotel room, his voice deep and dangerous. He wasn't the polite gentleman who took her on a date anymore. He was a predator, and she was his prey. Olivia’s heart raced. She had just divorced her cheating husband, and now this mysterious billionaire was looking at her like he wanted to devour her soul.

“Seth, we shouldn’t…” she whispered, but her body betrayed her.

“You want this just as much as I do,” he growled, ripping the strap of her gold dress. His lips crashed onto hers, hungry and demanding. He lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. For the first time in years, Olivia felt alive. She felt worshiped.

But the next morning, the bed was cold. Seth was gone.
And her phone was blowing up with missed calls. “Olivia! Get out of there! The police are looking for Seth! He’s the prime suspect in your grandfather’s murder!”

Olivia froze, staring at the empty side of the bed. The man who made her scream in pleasure last night… was he actually a killer?


Everyone envied Olivia’s perfect marriage to billionaire Kelvin Ashford, until she found a Hermes lipstick that wasn't hers in his pocket. Her husband was sleeping with her best friend. Heartbroken but not defeated, Olivia serves them a public divorce they’ll never forget. But as she escapes her toxic past, she falls into the arms of Seth Rollins—a man who treats her like a queen but hides a deadly secret. Did he approach her for love, or to destroy her family from the inside?

Yasmin Vaziri woke up in a hospital three years ago with no memory of who she was. Her only family, her aunt, told her to focus building a new life. So when a charming billionaire sweeps her off her feet at a party in Ibiza, she thinks her aunt's wish is finally coming true.

But Jonathan Cross is not just any billionaire. He is a man of scandal with an endless chain of children and women trailing behind him.

About to graduate from mistress to wife, Yasmin must navigate the schemes of his ruthless children and confront her forgotten past with Sebastian Cross, Jonathan's heir and the man she once loved

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.

Wearing a plain black velvet dress and zero jewelry, I sat quietly in the back row of the Royal Charity, completely invisible among London’s glittering elite.
My only goal tonight? Winning an 1890 Victorian pink diamond for my engagement ring. My family in the Scottish Highlands had just arranged my marriage to Phil Graham, London’s hottest real estate heir.
"Starting at £8,000," the auctioneer announced. I raised my paddle.
Instantly, a flashy woman behind me sneered and raised hers. "Are they letting just anyone into charity galas now?" she loudly mocked to her friends. "Dressed like a department store clerk, and she thinks she can bid on antique jewelry?"
I ignored her, calmly raising my paddle again: "£15,000."
Furious, the woman stood up, her voice echoing across the silent ballroom. "£20,000! I suggest you back off, poor girl. My brother is Phil Graham, CEO of Graham Real Estate. This necklace is mine."
I slowly looked up at her. "Graham Real Estate? What a coincidence. ”
I calmly pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé right in front of her.
“Phil?” I said lightly. “It seems your little pet sister is trying to hijack my engagement diamond. How exactly do you want to explain this to me? Should we cancel the wedding?”

I thought I was driving into my mating ceremony. Instead, Calder's mother met the car with a tray — a silver collar lined with spikes, and a rusty pincer for pulling out my sharpest fang. Blackbriar rules, she said. Every Luna wears one. And Calder, the man who never once raised his voice at me back in the city, just stood there like all of this was perfectly reasonable. So I told the driver to turn around. That's when the logs came down across the road. My phone had no signal. Willa was bleeding. And Calder was crouched on the hood of my car, telling me I could walk into that pack hall on my own, or be carried in. He'd done his homework on me — my money, my bloodline, my dowry. All of it, except one thing. The bone whistle around my neck. And what happens when I blow it.

Elroy has severe OCD. In the ten years we've been together, he's never allowed me to eat in his car.
On our tenth anniversary, we made plans to watch the stars together.
But just as I reached the mountaintop, my phone rang—it was him.
"Something came up at work. I can't make it tonight. You go ahead and enjoy the view."
The moment he hung up, I saw his female classmate's post about returning to the country.
Catalina was sitting in his passenger seat, holding a half-eaten piece of cake in her hands.
【Someone was afraid I'd get hungry coming back so late, so he specially brought me this little cake～】
Another picture showed Catalina's shoes—still on—planted firmly on the passenger seat.
【He says I'm the only exception to his OCD～ I can do whatever I want in his car, hehe.】
I looked up at the twinkling stars above me, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
This was the tenth time he'd abandoned me.
Every single anniversary without fail, this "female classmate" of his would show up.
I once tried to gently tell him: "I don't want to be interrupted like this every time."
Elroy looked at me with displeasure. "Interrupted? Catalina is my friend. Can you not be so petty?"
The cold wind howled across the mountaintop. Catalina's words stuck in my heart like a thorn, stinging until my eyes grew wet.
After ten years, I'm done with this relationship.

On the day I gave birth to my daughter, Iris, my husband Hollis pushed open the hospital room door, dragging a four-year-old boy by the arm. Eyes red and welling with tears, he said, "Look who I brought home."
My mother-in-law wept tears of joy. My son, Felix—who supposedly died in the winery fire five months ago—had returned "from the dead."
The whole room was crying over this miracle, but my blood ran cold: since the second he walked through that door, Hollis hadn't spared a single glance at our newborn daughter.
I secretly collected a DNA sample from the boy and sent it for expedited testing. The results confirmed it: this wasn't my son at all. He was Hollis’s illegitimate child with another woman.
That same night, I pulled up the nursery's hidden camera footage and watched with my own eyes as this man injected poison into Iris’s breast milk. Soon after, he brazenly moved his mistress—my personal assistant—into my home.
A towering wave of hatred consumed me. I swore I would make them pay in blood...

My boyfriend Tyler, his childhood sweetheart Chelsea, and I went on a road trip through the Australian Outback in the Northern Territory.

A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.

I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.

Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.

She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.

I was the only one who got out to help her.

Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.

I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.

After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.

The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.

My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.

For seven years, I was the perfect wife, only to be replaced by his first love.
Ethan didn't just break my heart;

he let his mistress steal my jewelry designs, and manipulated my own son into calling me a monster.
I was suffocating in a marriage built on lies.

But they made one fatal mistake: they pushed me too far.

The day I walked away, I didn't just leave a toxic husband and an ungrateful son.

I left behind the broken woman they created.

With the support of my best friend and the unexpected warmth of a powerful CEO who saw my true worth, I reclaimed my name, my career, and my life.

Now, as my designs shine on the world stage, Ethan is on his knees begging for forgiveness.

But he’s too late.

The day I walked away was the day I finally found myself.

And I will never look back.

My father sold me to the Dragon Academy for the price of one dead wolf, tossing me into a hall full of monsters who wanted to eat me alive. "She has no shift. She has no use. The dragons will take her," he said, leaving me in heavy iron chains that bit into my bone. The beautiful, cruel dragon students laughed. "Prey," one of them dropped the word at my feet. "Maybe it's lunch." I was property. A broken wolf girl meant to cancel out a debt. But then the hall went dead quiet. The Dragon King's son walked in. He didn't look at me like I was a price tag. He looked at me like a predator realizing the floor beneath it wasn't solid. His pale gold eyes snapped to mine, and the temperature in the room skyrocketed. "Who brought her here," his voice was low, dangerous. He crouched in front of me, his fingers closing tight around my forearm. He turned my wrist toward the light, exposing the faint silver tracery under my skin—the mark my father swore would get me killed. The breath went out of the prince. His hand tightened until it bruised. "That mark," he whispered so only I could hear, "belongs to the bloodline my family slaughtered."

Sarah Lipman is an 18-year-old girl who grows up in fear and has been abused by her father for a long time.

Sarah has little hope for changing her future, and she loses her last grain of hope when her father sells her in a human trafficking auction.

Terrified, hopeless, and betrayed, Sarah gets sold to an infamous CEO. The hot and sophisticated Damon Tenner.

-You are my belle, do you hear me?-

Damon develops a newfound interest in Sarah in his possession, but he is still her captor.

And the question remains: Is there any way out?

After we Brenda loses her parents, in an unfortunate incident, her royalty is thrown to the trash. She becomes a slave to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack.
Brenda is determined to avenge her parents' death, but how can she do that as a slave?
When she turns 18, she finds out her mate, Jack is the next alpha of the Red Moon Pack. He was a rude and uncouth womanizer, and even though Brenda is desperate to upgrade her identity, she doesn't want to be a Luna to someone like him.
What happens when Jake decides she is only fit to be his s****l partner and Brenda rejects the proposal.
She has only put herself in more trouble.
What happens when she is paired with another Alpha, the most noble of bloodlines, whom, however doesn't want a mate, but only someone to present to his mother.
Was she going to be rejected a second time? Will the Moon Goddess present her another opportunity? Can she ever avenge her parents' death? How Cruel is Fate?

I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding.

"Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." - To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife.

Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare.
Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible.
Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

"You look like me. replace me to become Alpha Demon's bride."

Ronnie is a poor peasant girl who hasn't found her mate yet. She is living with her mother after the death of her father. She meets Katie, her look alike and gets paid to marry Damon, the great Alpha wolf.

Katie is a multi-millionaire female wolf, who is rude and pompous. She wants the world to revolve around her and through her. She is bethroathed to the cold but handsome CEO, the alpha king. Damon. Who earned his reputation from being heartless and cruel.
She doesn't want to get married to him not because she doesn't love him but because she wants to travel around the world.

She pays Ronnie an outrageous amount of money and convinced her to get married to the ceo while awaiting her return.

Ronnie marries Damon but finds out he isn't even interested in Katie. Ronnie tried to act the way Katie says she should buy failed woefully. Unlike Katie, she is soft, gentle and innocent. Damon notices her change in character unlike the way she acted towards him at the date.

Will Damon fall in love with his fake bride? What would happen to her if Damon should find out about this little game?

"I never loved you. You were just a placeholder for her."
On our third anniversary, I held my four-month pregnancy scan, ready to surprise my husband. Instead, I found him with my twin sister, Yulia.
The betrayal was swift and absolute.
"I'm pregnant with his child," Yulia sneered. "The heir you couldn't give him."
When I slapped the sister who stole my life, Franklin didn't hesitate—he slapped me back.
"Touch my woman again, and I'll make you regret it," he roared. To him, I was just a "convenience," a body to fill a space. To her, I was a joke.
That night, he threw me into a torrential storm with nothing but divorce papers.
"Please, Frank... I'm pregnant..." I sobbed against the locked door. He didn't open it. Inside, my sister was already in my bed, wearing my clothes.
As I collapsed in the mud, a Rolls-Royce stopped. George Williams, the billionaire I once saved, stepped into the rain.
"If he doesn't want this child," George whispered, lifting me up, "I will."
Seven years later.
Franklin is back, begging for the wife he discarded. But I'm no longer that broken girl. And when he sees the twin boys who carry his eyes but call another man "Daddy"—he'll realize that some mistakes can never be undone.

Gideon Henry. Billionaire. Powerful. Drop-dead gorgeous.
He's one of the most prominent business tycoons in the country. But for me, he's nothing but a devil.
He's done terrible things to me. He forced me to marry him. He made my life a living hell. He's the reason I lost the two most important people in my life—the man I love and our baby.
But when Gideon got into an accident and lost all of his memories, I didn't expect that he would turn into a different person. He's become kind, caring… and a loving husband to me.
And I woke up one day… realizing that I'm already falling in love with him…

“I regret giving birth to a fat useless fool like you, I am ashamed to call you my daughter, just get useful by seducing Parker's brother, and then you can be useful to me.”
“Mom, please stop doing this, I beg of you.”
“You are such a burden to me, I curse the day I gave birth to you, look at my friend's daughter, looking classic but you, you looking like a pig and you won’t stop eating, now I am going to be stuck in poverty because no good looking man will want to marry an old cargo like you.”
“Look at me, I will always protect you.”
“Let’s dispose of her body, this will be our little secret.”
I was beaten, bullied, drugged and killed by the Sinful knights, my birth mother despised me with passion, and the only man who was my first love named Parker used to be my knight in shining armour but after the kiss, I found out he was not different from the others. That old fat ugly nerd version of me is dead and reborn as the lady all men want in their lives. I am returning after six years, just for one goal, to bring doom to the Sinful Knights, they will kneel at my feet and lick my toes, I will prove to them I am the queen and this is my note to them all, “DEAR SINFUL KNIGHTS, YOU ARE MINE!!”

WARNING: This story is rated 18. Strong language, sex, violence, and other content in the story may be offensive to some readers and not suitable for young children.*

It's fall break, and Mom and my sister Della Sinclair are visiting me at St. Julian's Academy.

The South Campus Arctic Biome is a landmark the Sinclair family funded years ago. It's filled with the rare arctic flowers Mom and Della have always loved. Every single time they visit, they have to go in.

That's when Kiley Croft, the girl Fletcher Waverly grew up with, pulls what she calls "a little prank." While no one's paying attention, she locks the door from the outside panel and pushes the temperature controls to maximum.

The people inside are trapped. They burn to death.

Kiley runs to Fletcher in tears, and instead of calling 911, he pulls her close and tells her:

"Hey. It's okay. It was an accident. This isn't on you."

He doesn't call me until the fire trucks show up.

"Blythe, the biome caught fire. Your mom and your sister are trapped inside."

I spin around.

Della is right next to me, sniffling and complaining about her cold. Mom is passing her tissues.

They're both completely fine.

Then who the hell is in there?

A Hollywood producer pays stunt performer Mara Keene half a million dollars to move in with her movie-star son. She'll get another half million if she can keep Theo Mercer away from the actress who's been taking advantage of him.

Theo opens the door, learns what his mother has done, and tells Mara to get out. Mara is ready to return the money—until his mother offers the second payment. She turns back with her suitcase. Theo can hate the arrangement all he wants; Mara isn't leaving. But sharing a house with a man who refuses to be managed may prove harder than taking the job.

“Come back to me, Ivy,” the man whom she used to love with all her heart said.

“No, no,” Ivy shook her head and backed away from him. Her body trembled as fear consumed her whole being. He was the reason her baby was gone! He was the reason for all her suffering!


Ivy thought she was the luckiest woman in the world - she was married to the man of her dream.

But that was just her illusion. On the day she received her pregnancy report, she found her husband in bed with his best friend. Before she had the chance to tell him about her pregnancy, she was forced to divorce and her family was driven to bankruptcy by that one man she loved.

Since then, her life went south. She married a governor in another country whom everyone thought was a gentleman. Everyone envied her, but no one knew he was a sadist who loved to abuse her.

Five years later, the man she used to love met her by chance and begged her to come back.

But would she be able to give her heart again, when all she felt toward him was fear and hatred? Knowing that he was the sole reason her life had turned to be what it was today with endless suffering?

I drove through a snowstorm to bring my son his asthma inhaler, only for my car to plunge down a slope.

Bleeding and trapped, I called my husband twenty-seven times. My own son rejected every call, then blocked me. They were taking family photos with my husband's former fiancée and did not want me—his real mother—interrupting them.

I spent a month pretending to be a coward in a mercenary cannon-fodder camp.

A recruit shattered my nose with a punch and ground his combat boot into my face; the instructor cut off my water during drills in forty-degree heat, waiting for me to drop dead from dehydration. To prevent the military AI surveillance overhead from catching my tactical muscle memory, I forcibly locked down my combat instincts and swallowed blood mixed with dirt.

They thought I was just a sluggish forty-two-year-old drifter, unaware that in the Pentagon's top-secret sealed files, I am a former Joint Special Operations Command "Tier 0" Ghost Operative.

Until that day, when heavily armored mercenaries raided the camp, and an EMP grenade paralyzed the entire surveillance grid.

Staring at the extinguished infrared indicator lights above, I snapped an enemy's neck and picked up a rifle from the ground.

"Alright, restrictions lifted."

Stephanie Fuentebella, a kind and obedient child, grew up devoted to the Church of Holy Cross in Madrid, Spain. After her father, Roland Fuentebella, a brave SWAT officer, passed away when she was ten, Stephanie and her mother, Attorney Maricar Montenegro Fuentebella, lived alone in their large house.

Life seemed normal until her mother remarried Ramil Saavedra, a man ten years her junior. However, Stephanie's world was turned upside down when she discovered her mother's new husband had a hidden past with her.

Ramil had first met Stephanie when she was ten and he was twenty-five. Now, with her mother often away on work, Ramil and eighteen-year-old Stephanie began a secret, illicit affair. They would often sneak around, sometimes even in their own home.

But their deceitful relationship was precarious, and the risk of discovery loomed large. What would happen if Attorney Fuentebella caught them in the act? The consequences of their actions would be severe, and the very foundations of their lives would be shaken.

My name is Ivy, and I’m 18. My best friend’s father, Sebastian Blackwood, a Harvard law professor, is mature, cold, and authoritative. He’s been the centerpiece of every fantasy I’ve had since puberty.

Those nights, I toss and turn under the covers, imagining his fingers slipping into my wet, hot va*na, imagining his cok thrusting into me hard, driving me to the edge of climax.

I know it’s wrong. He’s off-limits.

But every time he looks at me, those deep, piercing eyes seem to strip away my clothes, staring straight at my most secret places. My heart races out of control, my body burns with heat.

I don’t want to just be his “good girl.”

I want to be claimed by him, completely, destructively.

During this 30-day seaside vacation, I’ll make him see that I’m no longer a little girl.

My body is wet for him, my soul burns for him.

Sebastian, will you resist, or will you pin me down and fu*k me hard?

"Please, no—stop!" I begged, but Alexander just snarled, pinning my wrists above my head as he rammed his throbbing cock into my slick, unwilling pussy, stretching me wide with brutal force. "Fuck, you're so tight, you dirty little whore—take every thick inch!"

I'm Nora Frost—wait, Nora Traynor—sold like a cheap commodity by my greedy parents for $100 million to Alexander Claflin, Kingsley City's savage billionaire beast. Post-wedding, he uncovered my secret pregnancy and detonated: labeling me a cum-slut, and snarling demands to slaughter the "bastard spawn" in my womb.

The bombshell? That baby was his—conceived in our filthy, passion-fueled one-night fuckfest. He melted, worshipping me with desperate love, vowing an eternal family... until a car crash erased only me from his memory—every trace of Nora, our child, our love—while he recalled everyone else. Cue his manipulative ex, Vivian Brooks, slinking in like a venomous snake.

And I caught them mid-fuck: "Oh fuck, Alexander, pound me harder—deeper!" she wailed, "Yes! Fill me up, baby—make me scream!" "FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, his roaring climax spilling into her as they collapsed in tangled ecstasy.

Devastated, I fled. Five years later, I return with our son—a mini-Alexander, with piercing green eyes and dark hair. When he spots the boy, realization dawns: this isn't simple. As buried truths erupt and Alexander hunts me with obsessive fury, one scorching question ignites: Will our rekindled fire heal us... or destroy everything?

“You belong to me, Freya.”

“No,” I whispered, staring into his cold gray eyes. “I never belonged to anyone.”

Leopold Gray’s jaw tightened.

The most powerful man in the country wasn’t used to hearing the word no.

And that might be exactly why he became obsessed with me.

After losing her parents, Freya Raphael was raised inside one of the wealthiest families in the city.

To outsiders, she was the beloved niece of the Fergus family.

Behind closed doors, she was nothing more than a carefully controlled possession.

Every decision she made was monitored.

Every dream she had was taken away.

Every success she earned was stolen and handed to someone else.

But Freya learned long ago how to survive.

She smiles when she's angry.

She obeys when she wants to fight.

And she hides her sharpest claws behind the face of a perfect lady.

Then one reckless night changes everything.

After being betrayed and abandoned, Freya wakes up beside a stranger—a devastatingly handsome billionaire she never expects to see again.

Unfortunately, fate has other plans.

The stranger turns out to be Leopold Gray, the feared patriarch of the Gray family.

A billionaire kingmaker.

A ruthless empire builder.

A man powerful enough to destroy anyone who stands in his way.

And the very man her guardian plans to offer her to as a mistress.

Now Freya finds herself trapped between a possessive guardian who refuses to let her go, a dangerous billionaire determined to uncover her secrets, and a charming heir whose kindness may be hiding secrets of his own.

Everyone wants something from her.

Her beauty.

Her loyalty.

Her future.

But none of them realize that the obedient girl they think they control has been planning her escape for years.

Because Freya isn't just fighting for freedom anymore.

She's fighting for revenge.

And when Leopold finally discovers the truth about that unforgettable night...

Will he become the man who saves her—

Or the one who destroys her completely?

“You are no longer Diane Morel. Your name is Lyra, and your only job is to obey.”

Betrayed by her own brother and her supposed best friend, Diane is stripped of her identity and sold into an elite Greek pleasure house. She was meant to be broken. Forgotten. A nameless commodity for the wealthy.

But they underestimated her fire.

Enter Jake Damon—a ruthless, reclusive billionaire who commands empires and terrifies enemies. When he buys her, Diane prepares for her ultimate destruction. Instead, Jake demands her silence, not her body. Behind the closed doors of his Manhattan penthouse, a dangerous game of control and defiance begins. The cold, untouchable billionaire finds himself undone by the one woman he cannot truly own.

Can Jake handle the storm brewing in his arms, or will Diane burn down both their worlds for the ultimate revenge?

He's Super Handsome, He's rich, He's heartless, He is nice, He has chains of companies and hotels.

He is the richest man in Las Vegas. He is Cold, Heartless, ruthless and Arrogant and he doesn't respect

or fear anyone, killing is his hubby. He's just 27 I forget to Add that he is a playboy, But he has choice, he

only go for rich celebrities.

Adele Clerk….

She's a 23 years old college dropout, working in a restaurant to save money for her sick mother

Operation. Her father is an irresponsible man.

What happened when Adele father sold her to The ruthless Nathan, just because he can't pay back the

money he borrowed from him.

It's not as if he used the money for something reasonable, He spent the money he borrowed from the

ruthless Nathan on Alcohol and ladies younger than his daughter.

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He wanted my virginity.
He wanted to own me.
I just wanted to be his.

But I knew this was more than just repaying a debt. This was about him wanting to own me, not just my body, but every part of who I was.
And the depraved part about it all was the fact that I wanted to give everything to him.

I wanted to be his.

Because of her stepsister Lily's plot, Miranda accidentally spent the night with a stranger.
Afterwards, Miranda found herself pregnant. But her baby was taken by Lily.
6 years later, she's the mysterious Healer, returning to the pack with her kids for revenge.
But the AlphaKing drags her to the registry office.
Her: You have the wrong person!
Him: You thought you could run away again like that morning?
Just then, the kids appear.
Him: "And you stole two other kids from me?!"

I sold myself for $50,000.

My uncle’s belt taught me that home is hell. So when I saw the ad—$50k for three months as a prison “mental coach”—I signed without reading the fine print.

Big mistake.

I’m not a coach. I’m the 51st volunteer. And I’m being locked inside a cell with him.

A mafia heir. A convicted killer. The most dangerous inmate in maximum security.

On our first night, he pins me against the wall. “Here, my word is law.”

He says I’m just a tool for his early release. He says he’ll protect me—if I obey.

I try to hate him. But when other inmates try to touch me, he breaks their bones. When I wake up screaming from nightmares, he pulls me into his bed and holds me until I stop shaking.

He calls me his.

Now the project is falling apart. Enemies are closing in. And I have to choose:

Run back to my uncle’s belt… or stay and let the monster own me.

Because the only way out of his cell… is through his heart.