9576 Book(s) Related to fated to the ruthless alpha king samara

I'm Riley. Orphan. Motorcycle mechanic. And the biggest fool in Texas.

For ten years, I thought oil tycoon Colt loved me. His adopted daughter by day, his woman by night. I actually believed his whispered promises in the dark.

Then I watched him announce his engagement to someone else.

"Your father saved my life. You're my responsibility," he said when I confronted him. Like I was some charity case. Like everything between us meant nothing.

I was never his girlfriend. I was his guilt.

But here's the thing—I never asked to be anyone's debt.

So I'm packing my tools, starting my bike, and getting the hell out of here.

The healer gave me exactly seven days to live. My mate, Lucian, was spending them on a private island with his ex-fiancée.
I asked him over text if he would mourn me when I was gone. He replied with an automated transfer of $888.
Three years. Three years of being his liar, his manipulator, his gold-digger. Three years of cold disgust every time I needed my Alpha.
This time, I just left my terminal prognosis behind. I didn't touch a single cent.
I had spent a brutal year fighting to stay alive. Now, I didn't have to prove I wanted to.

I was married to Daniel for eight years. I thought we were happy.

Then I found a receipt in his car — a private OB-GYN clinic, Upper East Side. The name on it was Lydia's. My best friend's.

I drove straight to my brother Joel's apartment. Joel, the boy I raised. The only family I had left. I needed someone to tell me I was wrong.

I heard them laughing before I knocked.

I looked through the gap in the door and saw all three of them — Daniel, Lydia, and Joel — standing in the living room with champagne glasses, toasting the baby that wasn't mine.

My husband. My best friend. My little brother.

Every person I had ever trusted. All in the same room. All in on the same secret.

And not one of them had thought to tell me.

"Please—I can't—not like this—"
The Abyss was chaos. A masked stranger pressed against me from behind. The lace corset and thong weren't protection—they were an invitation.
His hand slid under my skirt, palm scorching against bare skin. The music was so loud no one could hear me.
Everything spiraled too fast.
The crowd shoved forward. I stumbled back—
Something thick and burning pushed inside me.
I went rigid.
My first time. In the middle of a crowd. With a man I couldn't see.
The mask covered his face. I didn't know his name. Didn't know what he looked like.
I didn't know if this was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
But I couldn't make myself pull away.

"She’s boring now. Dead eyes. No spark. I’m just pretending my memory is stuck at nineteen so I can punish my wife without her leaving me."
Standing in the shadows, I listened to my mafia husband confess his sick game to the doctor. By day, he played the devoted boy who once took a bullet for me, crying over my scars.
By night, he trapped me in pitch-black elevators, letting his men rip my clothes and take photos—all to make his mistress laugh.
He thought my trauma made me weak. He thought heavy sedatives would make me forget.
He didn't know I spat the pills out the moment he turned his back.
Valentino, you played me again.
But this time, I will never give you another chance. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.

My ribs are the hottest thing in town—there’s always a line out the door—but they’ve got no idea the secret that makes them so damn good is…

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

When her father was wrongfully jailed, Ella’s fiancé Noah betrayed her for her best friend Cassandra, sending her to the disabled tycoon Sebastian to atone for a fake crime. For five years, she suffered abuse, three miscarriages and public humiliation, until she uncovered their cruel conspiracy: Cassandra stole her kindness, and everyone she trusted framed her family.
Ella faked her death to escape the endless abyss. As all betrayers perished, the guilt-ridden Sebastian traveled far and wide to seek his long-overdue redemption.

I used to be a national gold medalist in ballet.
Now I’m the 210-pound laughingstock the whole school gawks at.
I starve myself till I pass out, train so hard my knees bleed, and still the weight keeps piling on like it’s got a personal grudge.
Till the day I hear my best friend cackling in the equipment room, voice shaking with laughter:
“No matter how hard she tries, her weight will always be three-quarters of Bruce’s!”
Bruce is the 280-pound deadbeat loser who sleeps through half his classes. And me? I’m stuck to him, tied by some sick system I can’t break.
She stole my Juilliard audition direct pass. Paid guys to shove me, call me names, film me tripping over my own feet and post the clips all over TikTok.
She watches me flounder like a beached whale in the mud, barely holding back her snickers.
But she forgot one thing: mountains don’t run from streams.
They wait for the water to crash into them. And shatter into a million pieces.
Guess what? The bet’s on.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

"I was born a silver-eyed oracle, yet I was exploited by my father as a blood-money machine for twelve years. On my eighteenth birthday, my family tore out my eyes and sacrificed me to the abyss in exchange for wealth and eternal life. Reborn on the day of my doom, I weave a deadly trap for my greedy father and jealous sister. And the boy next door, who hides divine power, becomes my salvation. Now, they have all met their end, and he will lead me to begin a new life."

This was the ninety-ninth time Shen Yunxiao had disappeared during my heat period.
This time, as always, I found traces of him through my sister Shu Lan's Moments.
[Heat season is here again~ Luckily, someone's been guarding me nonstop for seven days straight.]
The accompanying photo showed Shen Yunxiao kneeling on one knee, his head bowed, kissing the top of her foot in profile.
Unlike the past, I didn't yell or cause a scene. I just liked the post.
I'm a succubus. Since birth, I've been bound to Shen Yunxiao.
So, my succubus heat periods could only be resolved through him.
But he never gave me a second glance, never cared about any of my needs.
Even during my most severe heats, he'd still sit there in his suit, watching me curl up on the floor, trembling.
He knew that a bound succubus could only be loyal to one person.
I used to think he was naturally disdainful of succubi. But when I saw the tenderness in his eyes as he helped my sister Shu Lan through her heat...
That's when I knew. He wasn't disdainful of succubi. He was disdainful of me.
Convinced I couldn't leave him, he brazenly went on every date with Shu Lan.
But he didn't know that surviving one hundred heat periods on my own was the deadline I'd set for myself.
He also didn't know that by binding myself to a top-tier succubus, I could sever my connection to him, a mere human.
So, this was the last chance I was giving Shen Yunxiao.

My roommate provoked a demon, dragging me into a deadly hunt. Eerie mirror visions and ominous warnings kept coming. Just as I was on the verge of breaking, I discovered my roommate was hiding a shocking secret—and my being hunted was never an accident.

On the night Adrian Vale proposed, he said another woman’s name. When the room mistook Selene for the bride, he chose the Vale family’s reputation over the woman who had loved him for three years. Mara ElliOn the night Adrian Vale got down on one knee, he looked at me and said another woman’s name. In front of his family, his guests, and every camera in the room, he chose to protect his reputation instead of me. So I left New York before he could decide what I was worth. By the time he found me in London with a new ring, I had already learned not to wait.son left New York before he understood what he had lost. By the time he found her in London with a new ring, she had already learned how to live without waiting for him.

The werewolf world has one brutal rule: whoever can first produce a powerful Alpha heir gets to claim the throne and become the new Alpha King.

My sister Bella and I are daughters of the Red Moon Pack Alpha, born with the rare ability to bear Alpha-level offspring. This made countless Packs fight tooth and nail to claim us.

In my past life, I was fooled by Rex's handsome appearance—the Steel Fang heir. I married him and successfully bore him an Alpha bloodline pup, helping him ascend to the throne.

But fate played a deadly joke on me. Bella, consumed by jealousy after her own marriage failed, pushed me off a cliff during my postpartum weakness and took everything that was mine.

Now I've opened my eyes again, back at the mate selection ceremony. What shocked me was that Bella had also been reborn, and she'd already seduced Rex before I could.

But that's fine. My naive sister has no idea what kind of devil she's chosen.

My husband, Julian, tells me he's flying to Italy for a month, business trip.
I check the calendar and freeze. His birthday falls right in the middle of that month. Alone, in a country where he knows no one outside of work.
I tell Margaux, my mother-in-law. She doesn't hesitate.
"Then we go," she says. "We surprise him."
My brother Dante is the only family I have left. For years I've told the Whitfields he just runs some business in Italy. They don't know the rest, and they never will if I can help it.
The second we land, I call him, give him the hotel name.
"Got it," he says, distracted. "I've got things to handle first. I'll come see you after."
Margaux and I check out the hotel restaurant before Julian even knows we've landed. Dinner, and a look at how the family's investment is running.
Food's good. Service is fine. Then the bill comes.
I glance down at the bill.
Dinner for two: 180,000.
Market-price seafood surcharge: 45,000.
Imported wine corking fee: 20,000.
Private dining ambiance fee: 60,000.
A dozen more line items after that, none of them making any sense.
Numbers that don't make sense. Charges I don't recognize. Margaux and I trade a look.
"Get us the manager," I say. "Now."
A woman walks over, chin already tilted up.
"I am the manager," she says. "If you can't pay, what's the point of complaining?"
I almost laugh. What kind of place is my own family running here?
"I'll take this up with the owner myself," I say.
She smiles, slow and pleased. "My husband happens to own this restaurant."
My stomach drops.
This restaurant belongs to the Whitfields. Belongs to Julian.
Since when did my husband become someone else's?

Preston Ashford and I made a promise to get into UCLA together.

I held onto that promise through all of senior year, surviving on four hours of sleep a night. Then results day came, and I found out someone had logged into my application and changed it.

I only ever gave Preston my password.

I storm over to confront him and catch Vanessa Ashby, the daughter of an old family friend, the one everyone tiptoed around because of her depression, laughing. "Preston, what do you think Elise looked like when she found out?"

Preston lets out a lazy laugh. "She'll freak out, obviously. Girl's wound so tight, might as well get some use out of her."

Vanessa has depression, and I'm the one who's supposed to make her laugh.

I'm the one who ate dirt at track meets. I'm the one who got laughed at for singing off-key. I'm the one everyone pointed and laughed at. And every time she doubled over laughing, Preston told me I was a good girl.

I turned myself into a joke, just to get a little scrap of kindness thrown my way.

But not this time. I'm done playing the clown.

My husband, Alessandro Vidi, is the most powerful mob boss in Chicago.

He once swore to me that he would protect our son Leo and me with his life.

Until that soccer game. His enemies attacked the field. To shield Leo, I took a bullet through my abdomen. But Leo still got hit three times and fell in a pool of blood.

Alessandro arrived, took down the attackers on the spot, and rushed us to his private hospital.

In the hospital room, the searing pain jolted me awake briefly. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I heard his conversation with his men.

"Boss, I thought we were only taking one kidney. Why did Leo have to—"

"Elena's wound isn't fatal. Just the abdomen." Alessandro's voice was ice-cold. "I've been raising Leo for seven years just for this. Now that Luca has his kidney, keeping him around would only be a problem for Luca."

"After all... Luca is my real son."

That moment, I understood—the shooting at the soccer field was never an enemy's revenge. It was murder he orchestrated himself. He traded my son's life for his mistress's child's life.

But he will never know—

Luca isn't even his flesh and blood.

They say the dead go where they belong.

But I didn't.

I drift through the cold winds, watching my husband—the detective who once swore to protect me with his life—diligently investigating a dismemberment case.

He doesn't know that the broken body lying in the morgue is his wife.

He doesn't know that the gentle, caring "psychologist" who brings him lunch every day is the one who killed me.

He doesn't know that when I called him in my final moments, begging for help, he hung up on me. I am dead. Yet, that is not the cruelest part— the most harrowing aspect is having to witness the truth gradually emerge, watching as that man collapses completely upon uncovering it all.

My father is a Mafia don. He splits everything down the middle between my brother and sister. All I get are their chores, their deadly errands, and the blame whenever they fight. He calls it fairness.

When he froze my accounts, I pawned the last thing I owned to get out. On my twentieth birthday, he taught me one final lesson about fairness, and the last of my hope in him died. I’m the daughter he left out, the one he never counted.

Three years later, he came crawling to my door.

I didn’t let him back in.

I died in New York on a cold November night, a piece of guardrail through my chest.

Choking on blood, I dialed my ex-fiancé Damien's number.

In the background, jazz played at the Waldorf Astoria. People cheered for Aria—the girl my parents raised in my place.

"Thea, are you SERIOUS right now?" Damien's voice dripped with disgust. "Faking your own death to ruin Aria's engagement? Jesus, Thea. Even for you, that's low."

My mother Diana grabbed the phone. Her voice was ice. "If you don't show up tonight, don't ever come back to the Sinclair house. Better yet—don't bother."

Then she hung up.

They didn't know this time I was really dying.

My five-year-old daughter is being bullied at school, and the one behind it is the son of someone who claims to be the Luna. That means one thing: my Alpha mate has cheated on me. I am the daughter of the wealthiest Alpha, and after my mate bonded with me, he inherited my father’s Alpha title. Little did I know, I had been hiding my true identity as an Omega for years, only to end up in this tragic situation. Now, I’ve decided to stand up for my daughter and take revenge on that scumbag! It’s time to show these wolves who the real Luna is!

Lana Danley lives her peaceful life in the small town of Rosecliff where she is a senior in high school. The mundane routine of her daily life is weighing on her as she can only dream of the day she graduates and moves to the big city.
One night, during her shift as a part time forest ranger she finds an unusually large and injured wolf. She decides to help it by bringing it home to treat it’s wounds. Later that night when she goes to check on the wolf, she finds instead her classmate, River Attwood, naked and glaring daggers at her. Soon, she is pulled into the mysteries of Rosecliff and its entanglement with the creatures of the night who rule over the forest, werewolves.

What could go wrong if your prison pen pal ends up being the son and heir of the head of the Castillo cartel? What more could go wrong when your overprotective dad is a DEA agent who is determined to take him down?

When Elena Torres, the daughter of a DEA agent, lost a bet and decided to write a prisoner, she had not expected to get in contact with the son of a cartel boss, Marvin Castillo.

What she also didn’t expect was for him to get released from prison or for him to take an interest in her.

She was known to be the good girl. He was known to be a monster.

It was clear that fate didn’t want them to be together, but what the universe did not know was that these two were destined to determine their own path.

A lycan prince in search of his mate. An abused omega desperate to escape her past demons. A prince who does not know how to love. An omega whose only hope at redemption is finding true love.
Prince Draven, first out of the three lycan princes and next in line to the throne, is a ruthless, blood-thirsty, and arrogant man. He was exposed to the brutality of the world at a tender age. To claim his inheritance and become king, he must find his mate, a mission that appears almost impossible.
When he captures an omega girl who tries to take his life, he must punish her for attempted murder, and maybe use her to get what he wants.
In an attempt to escape an abusive mate and pack, Esmeray finds herself in bigger trouble! She had tried to kill a man in her desperation. When she finds out he's the almighty Lycan Prince, the same man she had heard stories of his ruthlessness as a child, she is sure she will be put to death. But why is the fearless Prince asking her to pretend to be his mate?
When the truth finally unfolds and the prince discovers Esme's deception and background, will he send her back to a life of misery? Or will he find his mate in the last place he was looking?

Warning!
18+

Let’s put her in the golden cage.” He suggested.

A smile formed on Jackson’s face when he heard his twin brother’s insistence. It doesn't seem like the solution to the problem, but it would give them enough time to figure out their new sex slave out.

“Then bring her out when we want to fuck her or when she needs our dicks inside her.”

Married, sex-deprived Anna didn't expect that her sexual fantasies will be fulfilled to the peak when she decided to accept the invite of the Twins sibling she met on Tumblr until she got to their mansion and she was caged and prisoned after signing a legal consensual form.

“Why did you accept our invite? Tell us again, ” Jacob asked Anna as he slapped her already, red swollen cheek.

“Because I want you guys to treat me like a sex slave, ” Anna gulped.

Anna Walson, 18 years old virgin and high school dropout who was maltreated and abused by her father after her mother's death was sold to a man her father owed a huge sum of money and she was forced to marry him. She got entangled with the Michealson brothers that she met on an online platform and had sexual relations with them, which in turn made the twins run a background check on her because they wanted her to themselves.

Reign was one the most successful and popular rock artist in the world, she was a star in her own right. She worked ten times harder than her male counterparts. There was a handful of female artists who had achieved the same kind of success she has at such a young age. She was very proud of what she had accomplished in the last three years. It wasn’t easy, she was only fifteen when her manager, Mac, discovered her.

She’d been touring and recording nonstop since she started three years ago. Her and her band have been together since the start of her career, they were all around the same age, but she was the youngest of the five of them. When it was decided that they would be taking at least six months off, the twin’s, Jyden and Jazlyn, parents invited Reign and the other two band members to come and spend their vacation with them. They lived in a small rural village on the coast of Scotland. It was secluded enough that security wouldn’t be a problem to arrange. Security was their specialty; they ran one of the most successful security firms in the world, Hunt Security.

Six months before her 18th birthday, she became the object of a psycho stalker and her manager hired Hunt Security Company. Little did she know that the brother of her guitarist and drummer was the one who would be in charge of her private security and become more than just her bodyguard.

"Yes baby, just like that. Oh fuck yes! Yes!"

I opened my mouth as utter shock and pain filled my body. My husband was fucking my step sister on our wedding night. Hot tears dropped from my eyes as the wet sounds and moaning grew louder and louder.


Larissa, the esteemed Luna of the Tokenmoon pack, had it all. A loving husband and a strong pack. But it was all a lie. Stefan, her alpha husband, was the devil. He maltreated and abused her constantly while cheating on her with her step-sister. To make matters worse, he rejected her and sent her away. Heartbroken, Larissa was lost until she stumbled across her second chance mate. . . Kaden.

Kaden, handsome as sin and the alpha of Griffen-howl pack is a broken man. When his wife runs away with another man, while abandoning him and his son, he vows never to believe in love. But when a homeless woman, Larissa comes into his territory, it appears that he might be breaking those vows. She is his second-chance mate but will he be able to believe in love again?

40 years old Laura Larson, a successful businesswoman as well as a Billionaire CEO of multiple companies in the country had suffered countless marriage fails which led to the death of every man she ever married to die within a year of marriage .

A beautiful woman with an iron fist, given the nickname black widow, because, all the wealthy men she married died mysteriously and she ended up taking the fortune adding to her reputation.

Faced with hardships, and enemies threatening to lay their hands on her wealth, Laura is forced to make a life-changing decision. REMARRY, marry a man who would help her protect her fortune. However what happens when she crosses paths with an all-arrogant 25 years old young man? Handsome, determined, ambitious, and well educated, however, without a job.

Warning ⚠️ strictly 18+, mature language, and illicit contents

“Babe, I can smell your arousal for me,” he says as he hovers over my lips and slowly moves his way down my neck.

“Theo please....” I say, but it comes out as a whimper.

I can feel the smirk on his lips as he hoovers on my neck.

“I know you want me, Hayley,” he says.

He moves both of his hands to my waist, his scent engulfing me, which makes me into a trembling mess.

I can feel the circles he is doing on my hips through my dress, which is hiking up my dress up higher…

I fucked up.

I am going to cheat on the person who has been there for me through all the hard times.


Hayley and Theo were high school sweethearts, but a misunderstanding happened between the two and made Hayley heartbroken. She then left the pack and refused to come back for years.

As five years go by, Hayley’s mum wanted to throw one of her famous Christmas parties again and asked Hayley to come with no exception. When Hayley and Theo meet each other again at the party, Theo soon realizes that a lot has happened to Hayley that he never knew. Things get even more complicated when a meddling girl and a few others are out to get Hayley. When Theo and Hayley realize that they are mates, can he win her back after breaking her heart five years ago?

“When done properly, this position can be most satisfying for a woman because it allows deep penetration."
I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a staggered breath and a small sigh. He chuckles, a low, rough rumble and then leans down and kisses the middle of my back.
I feel the tip of him again at my entryway. He pushes in slightly, and my body comes to life again. My muscles react to his presence, contracting and loosening, as if my body is trying to suck him deep inside.
He's my husband's boss, so this is supposed to be wrong.
So why does it feel so right?


Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way.
When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees.
But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else?

Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her?
And if so... what does she do about her husband?
One Weekend with the Billionaire is a sexy story for mature readers.

"Are you wet for us already, baby doll?" Braton's deep voice said, traveling through my nerves and setting down my core.

"Take off your clothes slowly," Lucien commanded, prompting my hands to move to the straps of my dress instantly.

"Go lay on the bed and spread your little pussy wide open for our view." Without hesitation, I did as I was told.

"So fucking responsive."


Sophie was tossed between foster homes, where life seemed an endless cycle of neglect, despair, and abuse. Just when she thought her life was about to plunge into darkness once more, she was taken in by a kind-hearted Mafia Princess.

Little did she know that her friendship with the Mafia princess would attract the attention of the world's dangerous mafia twins. They will do anything possible to make her their little slut which includes killing. They are known as pussy hunters.

But they don't fuck one women twice. Will they go through all the trouble just to have her for one night? Or will there be emotion and attachment involved?

“Next! Male. Aged seventeen. Would make a good butler or servant. Starting bid is one hundred coins…”

Ellie couldn’t believe that she was seeing people being bought and sold like cattle.

“I want my human.”

“Humans are not meant to be our slaves! You cannot have her!”


“My, my. You are stunning. For a human, of course. I would love to take you out to dinner some time.” Avery said suavely.

“Thank you. I’d really just like to get home. I’m not interested in you or staying here longer than necessary.”

Avery was surprised that she had so blatantly rejected him. He looked as though he had been slapped across his perfect face. His violet eyes widened in disbelief.

***Ellie is a human who is kidnapped by a fairy. She is supposed to be sold at an auction where fairies buy humans as slaves, but the Ozul takes a liking to her and decides to keep her for her own. She escapes with help from Elvin who is infiltrating the auction and goes to the castle. She learns that there are 'tunnels' between the realms that a mythical being can use to travel through, but they only open once every three months, so Ellie is trapped until the next cycle begins.

Avery, arrogant, prideful, handsome. Knows he can have whatever woman he wants and finds himself only wanting Ellie.

After treacherous attacks from the Red Dragons, the Golden Dragons were almost eliminated from the face of the Earth, with only a few of them surviving and having to face decades of war against their persistent enemies.
In the middle of the conflict a new hope was found, one more surviving member of the Golden breed, Kemely. Except there was nothing they could do to take her from her current state of unconsciousness.
Under the sun of her new home in Marbella, Kemy’s future was unclear as the only reality she knew were her dreams, and her years of slumber.


On the other side of the world, in the cold Alaska, Henry was very sure about his future.
He is a werewolf, who is supposed to take the Beta’s daughter as his chosen mate and succeed his father as the alpha of the Boreal Keepers Pack, one of the most ruthless packs in the continent. The Boreal Keepers Pack only knows power, how to crush their enemies, greed, and tradition. There is something they and their alpha hate more than weakness; they hate dragons with passion.

Henry changed his ways when he heard a call to his soul, a call from his long-sleeping mate. He didn’t know who she was, or where she was, he only knew that he had to find her. However, he never expected his mate to be Kemely, a dragon.
Will Henry leave his pack and his destiny, to help bring his dragon mate back from her coma or will he follow his father’s orders and wishes and his Pack ways?
What will happen when, challenging the old feud between Dragons and Werewolves, destiny intertwines the ways of the Alpha’s son and his sleeping Dragon mate?

“You just moaned.” He said with a bemused expression on his face.

“No, I didn't. I would never get pleasured by a monster like you.” She snapped.

“That doesn't dispute the fact that you enjoy what I'm doing to you, every bit of it,” He chuckled.


Odessa Was just twenty when her parents forcefully married her off to a young wealthy multimillionaire, Elliott Marley, but he sent her packing two years later, when she couldn't take in or give him a child.

This leave Odessa devastated and running to her parents, who to her utmost chagrin, disowned her and called her all sort of names enough to burn a woman self esteem.

She cried and drink herself to stupor at a local bar downtown, oblivious of the recent news of the recent kidnaping of young women.

Odessa got kidnapped by Aryan Seagrave, an infamous texas drug lord and he made her his sex slave.

Things are about to get twisted when Aryan's brothers fell in love with Odessa.

Odessa was caught in the middle of this mess with the five brothers fighting over her and she not knowing who to choose.

Farryn once had a normal life, as normal as one could have in a world where werewolves were hunted down for sport because they were different. In the matter of a year, Farryn’s life has been turned upside down, losing all her family members and living without her wolf. Until she met Alpha Chandler, she could not believe she might be able to come close to who she once was. However, the Moon Goddess isn’t the only one who has abandoned Farryn in a world where being defenseless means a death sentence….

"Are you afraid of me?" He said, dropping his hand from my arm and wrapping it around my waist.

"I-I d-don't, I-I c-can't." I struggled to speak but I couldn't get any words out.

He let go of me and raked his hand through his hair.

"What is it about you?" He asked and grazed my cheeks with his fingers lightly. "Sorry birdie but I can't stop myself anymore. I'm going to kiss you now.”


Emily Chesterfield is a shy and innocent nerd. Her life changes drastically when she begins her junior year. She attracts the attention of the school's bad boy and billionaire's son, Ace Hilton. However, that is not all as she also attracts the attention of a criminal syndicate. What happens when she falls for the bad boy who is trying to keep her safe from the criminal syndicate?

Being drugged by her adopted family, Eden Bleu lost her first to a mysterious man on her graduation day from college.
Desperate and helpless, she escaped from that city, only to find that she was pregnant.
Against all odds, she became a single mother and lived on her own.
Seven years later, she came back with her kids, determined to take revenge, and find her birth parents.
In her quest to unravel the riddle of her origins, she discovered a man, called Victor Alwynn, who had a strong connection to her former self.
With curiosity, she got to know Victor, and gradually, his gentleness captured her heart.
Just as Eden decided to accept Victor, she discovered his hidden secret...
Was he her angel from childhood or the demon who took her first that night?

Karen Daly originally thought that she had married an ordinary man. She never expected this man would suddenly become her boss. He actually was the most mysterious heir of Rovio Corporation Inc, the richest man in Asia.
In public, he was a cold-blooded, decisive controller among the massive business empire.
In private, he was a wolf in sheep's skin, like a real devil. How could he let her go easily?...

My husband has only sexual desire for me, without any love. He doesn't even want to have a child with me.
Not only that, but he also flirts with other women outside. He has deeply hurt my heart.
I want to escape from him; I want to be a strong and independent woman. However, he has no intention of letting me go...
（I highly recommend a captivating book that I couldn't put down for three days and nights. It's incredibly engaging and a must-read. The title of the book is "The Billionaire's Daughter" You can find it by searching for it in the search bar.）

Ten years ago, hybrid alpha-vampire Ethan Parker met a girl on the darkest day of his life. She gave him hope that he could live on.
When they met again, he was strong enough to do anything for her, but she didn't seem to remember him...
Kylie Finch is a b-list actress after witnessing her mother die, being kicked out of the house by her father, and being betrayed by the man she loved for five years. She learned that she could only survive if she became stronger.
When her life gets into trouble again, a strange man comes into her life and asks her to marry him. She has no choice but to say yes to survive. But Kylie discovers that her strange husband seems to be hiding many secrets...

The person I loved most—Sebastian, the youngest judge in history, sent me to prison himself.
During those three years, all my pride was worn away.
After my release, my family was ruined, and with nowhere to live, I could only become a lowly bar hostess.
Fate brought Sebastian and me together again.
He looked coldly at my exposed mini-skirt, gripped my waist tightly, and said through gritted teeth, "Gloria, who gave you permission to work here?"
I flashed a seductive smile, enticing him. "Sir, a bottle of wine? And I'm all yours tonight."

Everyone thought Astrid married up.
What they didn't know-she was always the one out of his league.
For two years, Astrid was the silent force behind the Ellsworth empire. She played the obedient wife, stayed out of the spotlight, and turned a crumbling corporation into a market leader-all while being treated like a disposable accessory.
When her husband Kieran brought home his "true love" and asked for a divorce, she didn't cry.
He thought she'd fall apart without him.
Instead, she rose-faster, higher, and fiercer than anyone imagined.
Now, world-class corporations fight for her signature.
Top medical institutes beg for her guidance.
Powerful men compete for her heart.
And her ex?
He's watching, helpless, as the woman he threw away becomes the one woman he can never reach again.
Now he kneels, pleading for forgiveness.
She doesn't even slow down.