3924 Book(s) Related to my reincarnation as a chicken novel

Extreme cold descended suddenly, with temperatures approaching minus eighty degrees Celsius.

My girlfriend tricked me into leaving the temperature-controlled fortress I had built with all my savings. She took her whole family and her lover and took over the place, leaving me, a cripple, to be left to die in a blizzard.

They sat around my fireplace eating top-grade Wagyu beef, declaring they would watch me freeze into an ice sculpture.

But what they didn't know was that, locked out, I turned around and dialed the number of the most brutal outlaw in the apocalypse.

I don't want the billion-dollar supplies and the houses; all I want is for their whole family to be trapped in this inescapable, icy hell, unable to live or die.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I used to be the happiest food-truck girl on the streets of Brooklyn. Spencer Grant said he loved the warmth and down-to-earth spark I carried with me.
But over the six years of our marriage, he wrapped me layer by layer in Michelin-starred rules and fussy French culinary etiquette, turning me into a flawless, cold, untouchable chef.
Six years later, he asked me for a divorce because of a girl who ran a roadside taco stand.
He said my food was perfect but suffocating, while that girl made him feel alive again.
The way his eyes lit up when he talked about her was exactly how he'd looked at me when we'd first met six years ago.
In that moment, I knew our marriage was over.

In the wasteland, I earned enough military merit to be awarded two territories by the Alliance: an industrial city and an iron mine in the frozen tundra. In my previous life, my wife's younger brother threw a fit until he got the industrial city, while my wife forced me to take the frozen tundra iron mine instead. While their whole family lived easy in the industrial city, squeezing the workers dry, I was down in the frozen tunnels, struggling to dig ore day after day. Then the acid rain apocalypse came. The industrial city was corroded and brought crashing down by the acid rain, and my wife's family ended up covered in burns and open wounds. Meanwhile, I was doing just fine inside the frozen mine shafts. Out of kindness, I sent people to bring them to my side. I never expected my wife's entire family to turn on me and kill me together. Before I died, I detonated every last stick of dynamite in the mine and dragged them all to hell with me.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the Alliance office where the territories were being assigned. And this time, the first thing I heard was my wife saying, "Shut up! Give the industrial city to your brother-in-law!"

I thought my friend had returned my BMW with an empty tank.
That was annoying.
Then the car started driving like it had a safe tied to the back.
My mechanic checked everything: tires, brakes, suspension, computer codes. Nothing made sense until he opened the trunk, lifted the floor panel, and found a canvas-wrapped mass jammed into the spare-tire well.
He looked once and nearly dropped his flashlight.
“Evan,” he said, “step back and call 911.”
I had lent my car for a blind date.
Somehow, I got it back with a police investigation in the trunk.

"I look better in the wedding dress. Your ugly fiancée can't compare to me, right?" "Of course, you do. You look way better."
Standing right outside the bridal fitting room, I watched my fiancé, Alexander Blackwell, hold his mistress in his arms.
The very wedding dress the woman wore was the custom-made designer gown meant for my own wedding next month.
For seven long years, I gave up my youth and poured everything into Alexander, turning him from a nobody into a tech billionaire.
He always thought I was just a helpless orphan who had nowhere else to go, blindly confident that I would never dare to leave him.
He had no idea that I was actually one of the heirs to the top-tier Sterling family in London.
When he finally realized what he had lost and desperately tried to beg for my return, I didn't look back.
Because I ran into Theodore Morrow—the city's most powerful, ruthless billionaire CEO, and the childhood fiancé whose heart I had broken when I called off our engagement years ago.

She wasn’t his weakness. She was his ruin, and he would bring the world to its knees before he let her go.


Kisarel thought she had it all figured out, until the night she caught her fiancé in bed with her cousin.
The same cousin who was engaged to her boss, the ruthless and untouchable billionaire, Mr. Oceans Stark.
Heartbroken, humiliated, and trapped on a business trip with the man her cousin was set to marry, Kisarel did the unthinkable – she begged her boss to make her forget her boyfriend's betrayal.
Oceans swore he didn’t touch his employees.
He swore his heart only belonged to a certain strange woman he'd been looking for, who saved his life so many years ago.
But the moment Kisarel kissed him, every resolution he made shattered.
And after their one sinful night together, Mr. Stark couldn't let Kisarel go. He began to do everything within his power to get her even more entangled in his web of obsession.
There were a thousand reasons she should have stayed away from him. She ignored every single one.
He knew every part of her belonged to someone else. But every part of him didn’t care.
What neither of them knows is that Kisarel was the woman he’s been searching for all along.
Now, Oceans is set to call off his wedding with Kisarel's cousin, and he expects Kisarel to also call off her wedding with her cheating fiancé.
Kisarel is now tangled in an obsession so hot that it might consume her whole. And Oceans is ready to drown his entire empire just to keep the woman he truly loves.

After the apocalypse, I built Dawnlight Base.

On an outside run, I died in an ambush—blast, fire, bullets. I watched my blood sink into the sand and thought it was over.

Then I opened my eyes five years later, living in a stranger’s body.

On a transport truck, I was locked in an iron cage with guns trained on us. The others told me who I was now: a bottom-tier gate guard, “cargo” being sold by Dawnlight to a mining camp.

They said after my death, my girlfriend took the command room, promoted her own people, broke up my old crew and stripped their weapons. Mismanagement followed. Mining rights were pawned off. Then they started selling the living.

I escaped and slipped back under the wall.

The quarantine corridor at the North Gate had collapsed and no one repaired it. A long line waited at the ration point, bowls filled with water-thin gruel.

And my girlfriend was signing papers—inviting an outside warlord into the city to “share governance.”

A week later, his convoy rolled through the gate. From the command building’s second-floor window, I flipped the signal switch.

The gate dropped behind them.

When gunfire erupted from every direction, they finally understood—

I was back.

The day before Thanksgiving, my husband, David, dragged his suitcase to the airport, claiming he was flying to Seattle to meet an important client.
My parents took my younger brother to Miami for a vacation and conveniently took my six-year-old daughter with them.
With the house empty, I picked up a last-minute catering shift that paid double the usual hourly rate. I needed the extra money to cover next month's rent and buy David a gift. So I temporarily filled in as a dinner server at a mansion in Beverly Hills.
After changing into a black-and-white uniform, I entered the employer's home through the service entrance.
The person in charge was the lady of the house—a young, beautiful blonde.
She had barely led me through the hallway toward the main room when I saw several workers hanging a massive engagement portrait on the central wall.
The man in the photograph, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, was my husband of six years.
David.
I froze where I stood, my mind going completely blank.
"Move it a little to the left. Yes, that's it. Straighten it!" the blonde girl called out to the workers.
Then she turned toward me.
"What? Can't take your eyes off it? That's my fiancé."
She looked me up and down, her voice dripping with condescending, fake sympathy.
"Working on a major holiday? I guess you're not married yet."
I closed my eyes and took a slow, deep breath. "I am. But I'll be a widow very soon."

My daughter Lily was shot dead while she was performing on her own stage.
I rushed forward to shield her, and a speaker crashed down onto my right shoulder. The bone shattered.
My husband, Vincent, “shot the gunman dead” at once and sealed off the entire opera house.
When I woke up in the hospital room, the pain almost suffocated me. My right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and when I tried to raise my arm, all I felt was a numb.
“…This isn’t what we agreed on.” The doctor’s voice was low and unsteady. “We only needed her blood sample for matching. Why did it have to go this far?”
“Lily’s blood type is a perfect match. This is the best possible outcome,” Vincent said. “I married Elena for this moment. I’ve been waiting for it.”
The doctor was silent for a few seconds. “But she’s your daughter… There’s no need to sacrifice a life, even if she is a Salaceno.”
Vincent cut him off. “You know how long an artificial heart can last. Camila’s daughter won’t hold out for long. I can’t put her through another surgery.”
“Camila’s child is the one I should cherish.”
At that moment, my blood ran cold. In his eyes, my daughter was nothing but an organ container.
He had no idea. All that talk about protecting his precious daughter—she wasn't even his.

For the top university in the North American wolf packs, transfer students aren't exactly breaking news. But this one sets the entire forum on fire.

It starts with a photo. A girl standing next to a tall, imposing man. Both faces are deliberately blurred, but that build, that presence... every wolf in North America recognizes it. The Alpha King. The caption reads: "Dad why'd you send me this 😭 I'm not ready to go public yet."

Minutes later, the post vanishes. But screenshots flood the forum.

"Moon Goddess above! Is that really the Alpha King?"

"The girl in the photo... could she be the royal princess no one's ever seen?"

The comments explode. Compliments flood in. Even my aloof boyfriend joins in.

Something feels off. I type out a comment: "The Alpha King keeps a low profile. His daughter should do the same. Posting photos like this... doesn't seem right."

Less than a minute later, the replies come.

"Who do you think you are to question her?"

"Can't stand seeing someone else do well, huh?"

My boyfriend chimes in too: "Quit it. You're embarrassing yourself."

I pick up my phone and dial a number. "Dad, since when do you have another daughter?"

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him."
Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.
But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.
For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.
When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.
Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:
☽ That night wasn't an accident
☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift
☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim her
Too bad she's done being owned.


Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.
"You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine."
A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you."
"You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

Vanessa, an omega in the Blood Moon Pack, suffered a devastating blow when the Alpha's son spurned her in favor of another. Seeking solace elsewhere, she eventually returns to her pack, only to be greeted by tragedy: the untimely passing of the beloved Luna, the woman who raised her.
In the midst of grief and upheaval, Vanessa’s world is further rocked when she discovers she's been chosen as the Alpha's second chance mate. Alpha Alexander, grappling with unexpected emotions and the significant age gap between them, struggles to come to terms with this twist of fate—especially considering Vanessa was once rejected by his own son.
As tensions rise and emotions run high, Alpha Alexander’s conflicted feelings lead him to make a rash decision: to punish Vanessa for a drunken mistake made in the heat of the moment. But as the lines blur between duty, desire, and resentment, both Vanessa and Alpha Alexander find themselves on a collision course with destiny.

Vanessa, an omega in the Blood Moon Pack, suffered a devastating blow when the Alpha's son spurned her in favor of another. Seeking solace elsewhere, she eventually returns to her pack, only to be greeted by tragedy: the untimely passing of the beloved Luna, the woman who raised her.

In the midst of grief and upheaval, Vanessa’s world is further rocked when she discovers she's been chosen as the Alpha's second chance mate. Alpha Alexander, grappling with unexpected emotions and the significant age gap between them, struggles to come to terms with this twist of fate especially considering Vanessa was once rejected by his own son.

As tensions rise and emotions run high, Alpha Alexander’s conflicted feelings lead him to make a rash decision: to punish Vanessa for a drunken mistake made in the heat of the moment. But as the lines blur between duty, desire, and resentment, both Vanessa and Alpha Alexander find themselves on a collision course with destiny.

"Open wide, Golden Boy. I know you’ve been imagining sucking my cock in your head the entire practice."

​The cold floor of the locker room is bruising my knees, but it’s nothing compared to the grip Michael Rossi has on my hair.

My mouth is stretched tight around his cock, my heart hammering against my ribs in a rhythm of pure, unadulterated shame.

I’m the star defenseman for the Knights, the disciplined, untouchable Axel Thorne, and yet here I am, choking on the pride of my greatest enemy while he talks to me like I’m his favorite toy.

They call Michael Rossi the “Menace,” and for once, the media isn't exaggerating. He’s the jagged edge of the Rebels’ front line,a dirty, arrogant prick with a god complex. I’ve hated him since the night he stole my girlfriend just to prove he could.

For eighteen months, he’s dismantled my peace, chirping in my ear and checking me into the boards with a smirk.

​Now, a viral "spite kiss" has trapped us in a PR contract. To save my career, I have to be his boyfriend. I’m supposed to play along with the man who ruined my life, but the closer I get, the more I realize the rivalry was just the beginning.


​Axel Thorne is the "Golden Boy", disciplined, loved, and blissfully oblivious. He thinks I’m the villain who stole his girl; he doesn’t realize I only did it to see the look in his eyes.

This rivalry was never about the game; it was about obsession. I’ve spent every restless night imagining how it would feel to finally claim him.

​Axel thinks we’re faking it to save our career.

He’s wrong.

I’m playing a game where he only wins by losing himself to me.

Grace thought New York would be her fresh start until she loses the competition she was hoping for, and ends up in a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger who touched her like he already knew her. Like he had no intention of forgetting her.

By morning, he’s vanished without a word, leaving her with no clue of who he is and a pregnancy she had to deal with.

Years later, Grace has moved on. She’s in love again, and her boyfriend Nicholas Santos is about to propose and give her the future she’s always wanted. But when he takes her home to meet his family, her world crashes.

Because standing across the room is Nick’s older brother, the same man she swore she’d never see again. The man whose hands she still remembers, whose absence nearly broke her…The man who has no idea he’s the father of her child.

Now, caught between the man who healed her heart and the one who awakened it, Grace is pulled into a storm of buried desires, dangerous secrets, and a chemistry that refuses to stay in the past.

Because some nights aren’t meant to be forgotten… And some flames were never meant to burn out.

For five years, my husband claimed he could not understand emotion.

I believed him, excused every broken promise, and taught myself to survive on scraps of attention.

Then I went to his office with news of our unborn child and heard him laughing with the woman who had helped him deceive me.

He had married me for a pureblood heir. Once the baby was born, he planned to throw me away.

He wanted an heir from a devoted wife. Instead, I gave him a funeral.

In the end-stage of acute heart failure, the life-saving heart I had waited three grueling years for was secretly reallocated by my parents and husband to Sera, the "true" daughter of the family.

My heart turned to ash. I refused the doctor's final conservative treatment plan and injected a potent, lethal neuro-stimulant.
The price for blocking the agonizing pain of my failing heart was total cardiac collapse and death in three days.

In these three days, I gave up all arguments and resistance.
When Adrian impatiently threw down the divorce papers, I signed them without hesitation; when the daughter I raised with my own hands pushed me away in disgust, hiding in Sera’s arms and calling her "Mommy"; when I handed over the Foundation I had spent eight years building entirely to Sera—they didn't even notice my paper-white face.

They only looked at me with relief and said, "If you had been this sensible earlier, our family wouldn't have gotten so ugly."

I am very curious. When I am dead, what will they think then?

My wife said she had an important client meeting, so I attended our daughter’s awards ceremony alone.
Then a neighbor sent me a photo.
Rachel was sitting in another school’s auditorium beside her college boyfriend—smiling as his hand rested on her waist.
Before I could process what I was seeing, our fifteen-year-old daughter stepped up to the microphone.
“For fifteen years, my dad has been the one holding our home together,” Lily said.
Then she looked straight at me.
“My mother left us a long time ago.”
Three hundred people thought my wife was dead.
But Lily knew the truth.
And before the night was over, she would force me to face the betrayal I had spent years pretending not to see.

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

It's the start of a new school year for Scarlett and a lot has changed... On the top of her list are: newfound freedom, the relationship between her and her mate, and the craving for blood. But she's not about to let any of that stop her from trying to figure out what she's going to do with the rest of her life. And certainly not the summons from the Queen of the US branch of the royal Coven. Or the open-invitation to return to the Reinier Pack from her cousin, Paris. And definitely not the ever-present shadow she now feels in the back of her mind that seems to take over when she blacks out...

When Katrina started working as Lucas's secretary she never envisioned falling for the handsome and arrogant CEO but as she worked alongside him, sir discovered that there is more to him than he lets the outside world see and her heart couldn't help but fall for him.
But Lucas only saw her as his secretary.
.... Or so she thought.

I fought for a decade as a man, earning honors that crowned my family in glory. Returning home, I expected a hero's welcome. Instead, I was a ghost—a secret they feared would destroy them.

To protect their new daughter and stolen privileges, they offered me a poisoned cup. They shattered the hands that held their kingdom safe, thinking they had erased me.

They were wrong.

I awoke on the day of my return, gifted with a second chance. This time, I will not seek their love. I will claim the throne of vengeance that is rightfully mine.

Do all men abandon their wives once they get rich?

At least the man I married did.

He looked at me coldly and said cruelly: “I don’t want you or the child.”

I stood by him through every hard day. We built our life from nothing, and I poured my whole heart into our family and him. Only to find out he was cheating on me.

I was absolutely furious. I filed for divorce immediately and started over with our daughter.

Along the way, I met so many kind people and slowly found my strength again.

Now he’s overcome with regret, on his knees begging for forgiveness, saying he wants the three of us to be a family again.

Should I give him another chance?

Four men, four hunters, four lives transformed through encounters with vampires....

Aaron never wanted to be a vampire hunter, but when he’s faced with protecting his family in an Ireland affected by the potato famine, he’ll do what he has to in order to keep them safe. Follow his journey from a simple farmer, to learning to control his powers, hunting Jack the Ripper, sinking with the Titanic, and witnessing the bombing at Pearl Harbor.

Jamie wants to be a surgeon and nothing more, but when he is forced to save his sister’s life, he’ll transform into the greatest healer the vampire hunters have ever known. Unlucky in love, he feels like he’ll always be alone until he meets a beautiful blonde. Can he save her from the undead?

Elliott knows he’s got special powers long before he sees his first bloodsucker. When tragedy strikes his life yet again, he’ll be faced with a choice. Give up everything he’s ever known to fight the paranormal forces influencing his life—or do his best to hide.

Christian is the man we all love to hate. Find out the mysteries surrounding his first love and his journey through the most famous portal of all of them.

A Vampire Hunter’s Tale follows three of our favorite characters from The Clandestine Saga and takes a closer look at how they got their starts. Perfect for lovers of the paranormal and alternate history. If you like the kind of characters you can cheer for and the sort of story that will keep you up late into the night, then this is the journey for you.

The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart—divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance—not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life—one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is… Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?

I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world.
My husband was handsome and seemed to love me deeply. His gentle and attentive nature made my family and me believe that he was the best husband in the world.
However, everything changed when a woman from his past appeared and uncovered the truth about their history, revealing the real reason he married me.
It turned out that I had been deceived. All his affection and care were nothing but an act. Our marriage existed solely as a way for him to take revenge for the pain caused by his younger sibling.
Could I still bring myself to hold on to this marriage, when my heart was already filled with disappointment?
This was never the marriage of my dreams.

All my life I've been a hunter, living it loving it and being it I never saw it coming, that I would be killed by my kind and be mated to one of the monsters I kill or being one of those monsters

I open my eyelids slowly but it seems to be heavier than I recall, I try to recall activities of last night but a splitting headache is all I get

"You're awake gorgeous "

I turn to look on recognition of the voice ,I smile it's goofy

" What did you do to me and how did I get here, where's snow?"

He grins from ear to ear

"I'm sorry laura but I had to do this, I turned you"

I raise my brow arching them slightly in confusion he's ever wierd but today something seems off

"What do you mean by that ?"

He moves away from me slowly, as I watch him with more confusion than ever

"I turned you into a vampire "

I Sprint towards him pushing him down, I jump on him with my elbow to his neck, I stare at him full of rage but one thing rings through my brain, KILL HIM!!!

He pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, cuffing my hands over my head and tied it.

“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, tears forming rapidly behind my eyeballs.

I lay on the bed with my hands tied, crying, sweating, and scared to death. Praying for someone to save me.

Mark unzipped his pants, threw his waist-belt away, and then leaned in closer to me with an evil grin "Do you know what I want?" he scoffed coldly. His arms grabbed my breast and he sucked my nipples, making me moan against my wish.

"I want you, and I take what I want.”

He was about to take off my panties.


Vivian, a weak and wolfless daughter of the Alpha of Nightfall Pack, is constantly ridiculed and humiliated by the pack. Her mate rejected her for being weak and useless. To make matters worse, her father was killed by Alpha Logan and the pack was forcefully taken away.

To save her life and her mother's life, Vivian agreed to become one of the concubines of a narcissistic and ruthless man, her father's murderer and her enemy.

In a simple village, something catches the attention of the residents, they believe that the kingdom is cursed, women can no longer conceive and think that humanity will perish.
The world became infested with monsters and everyone fears for a great evil, among all these events, only two families will be able to procreate, in a moment of climax, a young woman becomes pregnant, and when she discovers that the father of her child is one of the creatures, her life turns inside out...
For the life of the young woman not to be in danger she will have to accept a marriage contract with the man with whom she slept only once.

Pinning my wrists above my head with his left hand, his lips clash with mine blocking my moans while I quiver on the cold metal as his other hand plays with the sensitive nub of my clit, stimulating dampness to ooze down my legs.

"Fuck!" I grit and he smiles into the kiss, as he sails two fingers into my pussy.

"I want you to cum while standing before I carry you to the bed and drill you completely," he tells and I clamp my lips to prevent me from screaming to the hearing of the people outside as he adds another finger, my breathing accelerating with his pace as he pounds me with his hand.

"Cum for me," he orders as he senses me near release, and the only thing I do is to grip his shoulders after he lets go of my hands as I reach cloud nine, hissing and twitching in his hold as he lifts me off the floor and deposits me on the bed.

"Wait, I will need to--" he doesn't let me finish as he penetrates me completely, eliciting a shriek from me at the pain and pleasure that comes with it, my vagina walls clenching around his dick as my body strives to get adjusted to the size. "Shit! you've grown bigger."

"And you've grown tighter," he rasps, his arms pinned at my side as he hovers above me. "Be ready."

The moment I nod, his left-hand grasps the wooden head of the bed as he pulls out before thrusting deep into me.

^^^^^

Ana is hauled into A Very Sticky Situation when her eyes observe the test result handed to her by the doctor stating, she is carrying a child. Will Ike accept the baby as his?

⚠️Mature scenes.

the night of her highly anticipated jewel launch, Eloise's world shatters when her husband Lucian publicly divorces her on national TV, rekindling his relationship with his ex-lover Jennifer, who is also Eloise's step-sister. As Eloise picks up the pieces, she meets a new man, who happns to be her boss, and sparks fly. Just as she begins to find success and happiness again, Lucian comes crawling back, desperate to reclaim what he lost.

Sunny Clyde Villania, 22, graduating student who is having difficulties with her deadlines and grades. She is busy with bonding and dreaming of future with her friends, and also dealing with her complicated love life. Steven Andre Rendezcah, 21, a werewolf, who is living in the human world. All he wanted to do is live his life and do what are the human is doing. A serious one and doesn't want to have any connection with humans―or he thought so.

When they meet each other, what will happen to the both of them? Will Sunny be able to accept who Steven really are? Is it fate or destiny?

"Show off." I scoffed, the words coming out airy.
"You're fucking killing me, Laura." He groaned.
There were several ways to celebrate her best friend getting hitched off to the man of her dreams. Having sex with a stranger wasn't one of them—at least Laura didn't plan on it. But when an opportunity presents itself in the form of an incredibly sexy tattooed man, who was she to say no?
Laura doesn't do relationships, or dates, or anything related to the subject. She is strictly a one-night-only type of girl and doesn't go back on that rule no matter what.
So what happens when this sexy stranger Laura hooked up with, turns out to be a close friend of Jack—her best friend's husband—who had actually been at the party that day, and now wants more than one night from her?
A game of wills ensues.
Will Laura succumb to the sexy stranger under his top-notch seduction skills?
Or will she go the extra mile and beat him at his own game?

First loves are not forever and Madeline learns this the hard way. When her boyfriend of ten years asks for an open-relationship — to strengthen their bond, he explains — everything starts to fall apart. It’s only in the ruins of what she’d seen as her ‘forever’ that she comes to terms with the truth. Breaking free from the control of her former lover and finding her true self will take time; time and maybe a little help from a man whose path happened to cross hers. A man who, smitten with the person she’s slowly becoming, will do whatever he must to win her heart.

Wren Calloway survives Hartfield Prep by being invisible. Scholarship girl, wrong zip code, wrong size, wrong everything, according to the people who matter here. She has one rule: don't bleed where they can see you. But when her mother's surprise marriage drops her into the same house as Callum Voss, Hartfield's golden quarterback, the boy who once watched her be destroyed in front of the whole school and said absolutely nothing, invisibility stops being an option.
Callum has a flawless exterior and a rotting foundation underneath. A younger brother with medical bills nobody talks about. A father who collects trophies, including a new wife, like acquisitions. A mother who chose peace over her children. He does not do feelings. He especially does not feel for the girl, his father just made his stepsister.
But walls are only useful until someone stops believing in them.
When Sable Voss, Callum's calculating ex, films Wren's worst moment and posts it for the entire school, Callum has to choose between the life he performed and the girl who made their cold, contractual household feel like something real. Wrong call, Callum. Because Wren Calloway is done surviving. She came to win.

A hidden witch. A cursed wolf. A shop where the tea is always warm....

Eliana just wants a quiet life. Hiding her hedge magic, she opens THE CRESCENT BREW in the snowy town of Frostfell a little tea house filled with dried lavender, sweet honey cakes, and the warmth of a crackling fire.
Then a severe snow brings Gideon to her doorstep: an exiled wolf commander dying from a curse that has stolen his sleep for four endless years.
One cup of Eliana's enchanted Moonflower Tea gives him his first night of peace. Unable to buy her shop, Gideon makes a simpler deal: every evening at eight o'clock, he takes his dedicated table by the fire, drinking her tea and quietly protecting her peace from the outside world.
Between late-night teacups and quiet glances across the hearth, two weary souls find home.

This is an Enemies to Lovers romance. Harper is a young woman about to graduate from college. She has experienced two traumas in her life: she lost her parents in a helicopter crash, and later her beloved cousin ended up in a semi-vegetative state after a car accident. She received help from her aunt and uncle, Leonard and Dorothy, who are now facing financial problems. To help them, she is forced to marry Alex Montreal, a somber and seemingly cruel-looking man who seems to have a blind hatred for Harper. Why does he hate her? What led to this marriage? What will this everyday marriage be like? And how will it lead to love? These are the questions this novel will answer!

Maya never loved her husband.

She married him for one reason—his wealth.

But before she became the wealthy Mrs. Brook, Maya made one mistake that refused to stay buried.

During a drunken night at a ball, she slept with Brian Brook, a man she never expected to see again. Unfortunately, Brian had recorded everything.

From that moment, Maya became trapped in his blackmail.

Brian threatened to expose her secret to her husband unless she continued meeting him. She hated being controlled, yet there was something about Brian she couldn’t deny.

Eventually, Maya decided there was only one way to end the nightmare.

She poisoned him.

She ran before she could confirm whether he was dead.

Years later, Maya has rebuilt her life in London with her wealthy husband. She should have forgotten Brian.

But she hasn’t.

Something feels wrong.

She constantly feels watched. Followed. Monitored.

And every time she sleeps in a certain room, she wakes up the next morning with no memory of what happened during the night.

Then she notices something even more disturbing.

She wakes up naked.

And somehow, she feels as though she has experienced a pleasure she cannot explain.

Was it only a dream?

Was she doing something to herself without realizing it?

Or is someone entering that room while she sleeps?

Determined to discover the truth, Maya secretly places a camera inside the room.

What she sees on the recording changes everything.

A shadow.
A body.
A familiar presence.

And suddenly, Maya begins to wonder if the man she left behind years ago ever truly died.

They say I’m a promising witch, but my magic is a disaster…

I wish I could keep my sorcery skills from running wild. When one of my spells misfires and destroys the town’s defense against the very monsters we were sent to protect them from, the fed-up guild banishes me to the Enchanted Academy. One last chance to salvage what’s left of my career as a witch by honing my craft.

The coursework is challenging, but I can’t help but be distracted by a brainy mage and a mysterious shifter. Not to mention the bad boy who’s set his sights on me, or the fact that my relationship with my best friend is heating up.

But beyond the gated grounds, a power-hungry wizard is drawing near, intent on stealing magic. As the passion between me and my men grows, so do my powers.

Soon my friends and I will be the enemy’s prime target, and the five of us will have to unite to defeat the rising evil.

A Class of Conjuring is created by Evie Wilde, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Jacob an enthusiastic research doctor is betrayed by his wife and his father-in-law which leads to him becoming one of the most wanted criminals. After escaping and surviving multiple assassination attempts, he meets the mafia that would soon change his life.

After years of being an assassin, Jacob decides to live a normal life but with his evil father-in-law around, it was far from possible. Getting killed in an attempt to save his fiancee, he is given a mission by a system to eliminate the very family that hurt him.

With a second chance at life, he is determined to rectify everything and make everything go back to how it ought to be. He would save his fiancee....

On the night her family trades her future to save their collapsing business, Marionette Vale is forced into a contract marriage with the man society mocks, the reclusive, wheelchair-bound billionaire, Cassius Volkov.
To the world, Cassius is a broken heir… a powerless joke hidden behind inherited wealth.
To Marionette’s family, he is the safest place to dispose of the daughter they never valued.
But Marionette quickly learns that rumors are the most dangerous lies ever told.
Behind Cassius’s cold composure hides secrets powerful enough to shake the underworld itself. And Marionette soon realizes she wasn’t chosen by accident. She carries a forgotten medical legacy tied to a legend the world believes is dead.
Their marriage is meant to be a transaction, a calculated alliance between two people bound by necessity.
Instead, it becomes something neither of them planned.

Cassius needs her because of the legacy he believes she carries.
Marionette needs him as leverage against the life that tried to bury her.

As enemies close in and buried truths begin to surface, Marionette finds herself drawn to the only man who sees her strength without pity. And Cassius begins to realize that the woman he married out of strategy may be the only person capable of saving him in ways neither power nor medicine ever could.

But love built on secrets is fragile.
And trust is far more dangerous than betrayal.

ran down the stairs, as soon as I heard a car horn outside. As I got outside, I saw my boyfriend in his car waiting on me. I went up to the car and got in.

"Hi babe." Logan Cummings leaned over to the passenger side and kisses me on my cheek.

"Hi." I greeted as he started the engine and drove to school. We were at school in ten minutes and we both got out.

"I have to see my science teacher about an assignment, so I'll see you at lunch, okay?" Logan said to me.

"Okay." I said. He was always meeting teachers a lot lately. I also notice that he was avoiding me most of the times and cancelling our dates.

Logan and I have been dating for a year now, but recently, I've realized that he had become distant. Shaking my head of Logan's weird behaviour, I went into the school's building.

Evie's life is a mess. At the company Christmas party, she catches her fiancé Mike kissing Shelby in the copier room. Instead of crying, she fires him and calls off the wedding, a weight lifted from her chest. But the real shock comes when she locks eyes eith the new Santa-Leo, a tattoos bad boy who cant stop staring at her.

When her sister "accidentally" trips her into his lap, the world tilts. "Be my Mrs Claus," he murmurs against her ear, his voice a dark promise. His hand settles on her waist, and an electric spark shoots through her arm. She feels the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. His touch electing something she's never felt with Mike.

Leo slides a black card into her pal. "If you change your mind about my proposal, let me know." Evie's breath catches. Is this a way for Evie to re-write her happily-ever-after?

It’s chaos—his mouth hot, tasting like pool water and something sweet I can’t pin down, maybe soda he drank earlier. I’m lost in it, hands grabbing at his slick skin, pulling him tight against me, feeling every inch. He pushes closer, grinding into me, our dicks hard, straining through our shorts, and I groan into the kiss—loud, sloppy—making him smirk against my lips.


Silas Reed spins beats to outrun his ghosts. Nico Ash dances like the world’s watching because it is. Nico comes out of the pool in his undershorts dripping wet when he sees Silas getting hard for him, it sparks a connection that would later come to haunt them. But fame’s a bitch: a leaked sex tape, a blackmailer’s greed, and a dead friend’s shadow threaten to snuff them out. Silas’s mom wants him straight, Nico’s broke and breaking, and their festival dream’s on life support. Nico’s all in, but can their fire survive the scandal, the shame, and the ashes of yesterday?

Spirit ran away from her royal family to have a normal life. She wanted to marry for love but instead, she had to marry for duty. Now name Kinnerly she settles in New York City and falls in love with the hotel owner's son Drake. Secrets are places after a banquet in the hotel and the two must pretend to be together until secrets got leaked. And betrayals sets in.

Can they forgive each other?
Will they get married at the end or would betrayal win out in the end?

Kate has been the perfect girl everyone admires, she is everyone's favorite and she has been everything you could ever ask for especially her childhood best friend, Ezra but one unexpected event happened that made everything fall apart... she found out that her dad is having an affair with Ezra's mom which caused them to fall apart from each other at such a young age... fast forward to when they grew up, they saw each other once again and many things have already changed with Ezra and after seeing him for the first time in years she realized something... she's still hung up on the past and that she loves the guy, but Ezra is interested in her friend, Ana... what will she do about this especially when seeing her childhood best friend also triggers the pain she had experience in the past? Will she risk her peace just to be with him or will she listen to her mind and stay away from him?

There are too many ways of taking revenge on a woman. But he chose marriage. In the past three years, he acted like a ruthless husband, treating her coldly, and even more worse, humiliating her. Even when she was pregnant, he tried to force her to give it up, to retire from film field, to expel her from her country.

At a lavish dinner, a billionaire with a net worth of four billion embraced my ex-wife and slapped five thousand yuan in my face: "Kneel down, kiss her shoes, and then get out of here."
The entire audience of celebrities burst into laughter, while the ex-wife's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Without even lifting my eyelids, I dialed a number in front of everyone: "I'm going to bankrupt one person. Execution level: nuclear bomb."
They laughed at me for pretending to be crazy.
Three minutes later, the entire nation was in an uproar. Four billion dollars in assets were frozen, the FBI broke down the door, and the once arrogant tycoon collapsed to the ground like a dog.
I endured for three years, just to save her grandfather's life. Since she's in such a hurry to break the contract, I don't need to pretend anymore.
This is not just a story about divorce; it's a countdown to the gods regaining control of the Book of Life and Death on Earth.