10000 Book(s) Related to my daughter is the final boss light novel

Remy’s view on relationships is clear to everyone who knows him. He doesn't do them. He'd tried once and paid the price in blood. And, not just his. After an excruciating stint in an enemy prison — thanks to Ava, the traitor who put him there — Remy is finally ready to move on. But Ava has other plans. When she returns unexpectedly, so does the haunting past, threatening not only his life and those close to him, but his conscience as well. Ava needs Remy's help, and she won’t take no for an answer. She has no qualms about fighting dirty to get what she needs to survive. She's done just that her whole life.  However, fighting dirty with Remy was what ignited their affair so long ago. Sparks fly as the pair set out to right the wrongs of their pasts and fight the rekindling a passion both thought dead.

Seraphina already knew what pleasure felt like, a secret she shared with her mother’s old friend.
Now, that secret is always with her. When her mother moves in with a new fiancé, Seraphina has to go with them to his large house. But she does not expect to meet a charming stepbrother, who quietly watches over her. A dangerous sexy eyes that want her in ways she cannot ignore. Seraphina tries to forget her past, but her sexual hormones kept failing her. How long will she hold herself?.......Sexual emotion know no boundaries....

In my past life, I went into labor and they wheeled me into surgery. When I woke up, my stomach was flat. My baby was gone.

My husband held my hand, his eyes rimmed red, and told me I'd never been pregnant at all. He said the thing growing in me was a ten-pound tumor.

My own mother held me and cried, saying I'd wanted a baby so badly that I'd started imagining things.

The doctor pulled out my entire medical file. Even the head nurse, the one who'd felt my belly the night before and told me how healthy my pup was, looked at me with pity and swore she'd never seen me before in her life.

But I felt him kick. I heard his heartbeat. I'm sure of it.

I ran through that hospital barefoot, screaming, tearing through every room, grabbing every person who walked past me, until the enforcers dragged me off like I was some lunatic.

They chained me up and threw me in the deepest cell in the Abyss.

I rotted down there alone, half out of my mind, until I died.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back in the car, contractions ripping through me, on my way to Silverleaf Medical Center.

The baby is still kicking.

Sofia is an eighteen-year-old who has been bullied and tortured her whole life. When she realized that her only hope of going through school was to attend a school only for boys, she took a bold step and cut her hair to look like a boy and got into Blairwood Academy.

She has to try her best to make sure nobody finds out her real identity, or she would be kicked out. But it's difficult to hide it, especially from her roommate, Scott Blackwood, an icy nineteen-year-old who she always managed to get on his bad side.

She came to seduce a monster. She didn't expect to fall for one.
Elena Heart is a liar, a spy, assassin and the last ghost of a murdered noble house. To break the curse of monsters plaguing her land, she accepts a deadly mission: infiltrate the court of King Xavier Drakes, the tyrant who rules with iron and shadow, and seduce him into ruin.
But the king is not the beast she imagined.
Xavier has spent a decade chained to a monster inside his own soul, forged by betrayal and a childhood spent in darkness. He sees Elena’s ruse from her first treacherous smile. Yet he doesn't kill her. He plays along. Because a woman brave enough to lie to a tyrant might be brave enough to help him burn the real conspiracy down.
As lies entangle into truth and hatred twists into obsession, Elena discovers the greatest danger isn't the monsters at the border, it's the man who knows her every secret and surrenders anyway.
In a game of power and poison, the last move is always love. Or murder.
They’re not sure which yet.

Marigold never asked to be hunted, mistaken for her dead twin, or babysat by the most terrifying Alpha in the kingdom. Gregor says it’s life or death. She says it’s annoying. Between botched impressions of her glamorous sister, endless sass, and the fact that her only spare clothes are long gone, survival feels like one big joke—until the Black Fang pack closes in with blood in their teeth.
He’s massive, ruthless, and maddeningly protective. She’s reckless, sharp-tongued, and absolutely not afraid of him. Together, they’re running for their lives beneath the storm—but what’s more dangerous? The assassins hunting them…or the sparks threatening to burn them both alive?

There has never been a female Alpha until Amani Constantine. She was once the future Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack—a pack that was completely annihilated under the order of the Alpha King. In one night, Amani lost her parents and entire pack, spared only for being the fated mate of Prince Malakai, the son of the Alpha King and heir to the throne. She despises the Alpha King and harbors equal animosity towards Malakai, who is determined to mold Amani into the most obedient mate. However, submission goes against Amani’s very nature; she is an Alpha through and through, but she is a wolf-less Alpha, unable to shift. Branded as a defect, a flaw, and an abomination to their kind, Amani struggles with her identity. When the wolf inside her finally awakens, will she stand by her mate’s side and ascend as the next Luna Queen? Or will Amani step into her role as the Alpha she was destined to be and seek her revenge for the slaughter of Bloodmoon?

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

I'm running from my abusive ex-husband to a new country. Yes he is my ex-husband and I should'nt have to run from him but he won't leave me alone. I start my new life in New York City working as a barista at a coffee shop on the Upper East side and living with my brothers friends. One accidental encounter with the most sexiest man I've ever seen might change my life forever. But will it be for the better? I can see in the way he carries himself he's defnitily dangeroues and rich.
Will our immediate attraction to each other burn long or will it burn out quickly?
Will my past and insecurities I have come between us or will it be his business that come between us.
If you asked him what he does for a living he will say he is a business owner. But if you press him for a word for his illegal part of his business he will say he is first generation Mafia for the Marchetti family. Will the old Mafia families let him be or will there be a war?


"He pressed my upper body flat on the surface of the kitchen counter and took off my pants. I could just look at him. He was mesmerizing. He nudged my thighs apart and groaned, yes, groaned as he saw my wet pussy. He moved closer pressing his nose into my wet pussy and... ”

What if you forgot everything one day only to
find one person next to you claiming to be
your husband? Hazan Shamkaran wakes up
one day to discover that she has lost all her
memory. Yagiz Egeman introduces himself to
her on the basis of her husband and shows
her a marriage certificate as well. At first she
doubted him, but she couldn't help but
believe and trust him. But what if all the love
she had and everything he gave her was just
a cover over his lies? What if everything she
lived was just an illusory paradise.

"I'm pre.. pregnant." She was barely able to speak.

"What did you say?"

She stepped back trembling.

The look in his eyes shifted from lust and desire to hatred and anger.

"I..."

He cut her off; "I can’t be with you! Fucking you for few nights doesn’t mean I am gonna replave my Luna with you!"

"And?"

"Get out of here and abort the baby." He said bluntly!

He used her body like every night like a slut. He knew that wild hybrid homeless she-wolf is his true mate but he wouldn’t admit.

He broke her.
Rejected her.
Abort her.
Then kicked her out of his life like a damaged good.

He never knew that he'll regret it and chase her and kneel for her to get her back.

But... she wasn’t weak anymore.

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter.
Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain.
"Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies."
I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free.
"You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged.
Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head .
"She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

"It's still her." Three words.
That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn't even have the decency to look away as he said it.
For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne's brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart.
We built a life. A marriage.
I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending.
Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize.
As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband—a man as cold and polished as he is powerful.
Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's.
Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?"
I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground.
But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no."
It was a terrifying, thrilling question. "What," I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, "did you have in mind?"

I had just found out I was pregnant when my husband handed me the divorce papers.

He looked at me with pure disdain. "You're not even worthy of me. Abort the child and get out!"

In the end, on the very night of his grand wedding to his "true love," I was crushed in a horrific car accident.

It was only when he held my death certificate that he realized his love for me had already pierced his very soul.

Years later, I returned with a new identity and my twin toddlers in tow, only to be cornered by that same madman.

"I don't know you, sir. Please show some self-respect," I said coldly.

He trapped me against the wall, his voice trembling. "Is that so? Then tell me... why do your children have my blood running through their veins?"

All I ever wanted was to be Luna in order to save my mother’s life. I thought Alpha Beckett would be just the key, but I was wrong.
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“I, Alpha Beckett of Ashridge Pack, by the name of the moon goddess, reject you as my mate!”
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A rejection.
A bond severed.

But life had other plans for me in the form of Xander Theon Grayson, hockey star, golden boy of NorthVale High, A-star student. But what I didn’t know is that he’s an Alpha with a curse.

I need him, and he needs me.

So we signed a fake mate contract. But it comes with a lot more than I expected: a jealous ex, mysterious powers that level me up in a system, a quest to find my origin.

But the question in my mind is: Can I save my mother’s life? Can this bond between Xander and I blossom into something real, even something beautiful?

“You’re my daughter, but you’re worth nothing to me.”

My father’s cold voice shattered my last hope.

“Take her. In exchange, I want the territory.”

Betrayed by the only family she had, Kaelan Wolfsbane was sold like a piece of property to a rival Pack.

Born as a pure-blood Omega, she spent her entire life being ignored, humiliated, and treated as a burden. But when her father trades her away for power, she refuses to become another victim. Even trapped in Ironfang’s dungeon, broken and wounded, she holds onto one thing—her will to survive.

Until the most feared Alpha in the North appears.

Draven Blackthorn, the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn Pack, has always been her family’s enemy. Cold, powerful, and impossible to approach, he has destroyed countless enemies without mercy.

But when he rescues the Omega girl chained in a dungeon, he discovers something that changes everything.

She is not just his enemy’s daughter.

She is his fated mate.

The woman he was never supposed to love.

As Kaelan struggles to uncover the truth behind her mother’s disappearance and her father’s betrayal, Draven must choose between the revenge he has carried for years and the mate destiny has given him.

But when the secret hidden in Kaelan’s bloodline is revealed…

Will their bond save them?

Or will it destroy both Packs forever?

"What if one day he discovers that I'm not the woman he married?"

"Then you'll have no choice but to become her."

I was a nameless assassin with no legal identity. To buy my freedom, I accepted what seemed like the perfect assignment—help a wealthy heiress disappear.

But when I met my client, I was stunned.

She had my face.

Instead of asking me to kill her, she asked me to become her... and marry a man she had never even met.

One wedding transformed me from a disposable weapon into the new Mrs. Sinclair. To survive, I had to learn everything about Vivian—her habits, her smile, her friends, and her family. I had to fool everyone, especially the man who was now my husband.

The deeper I stepped into the Sinclair family, the more I realized this marriage was anything but ordinary. A ruthless mother-in-law, the dangerous power games of the Round Table families, the mysterious organization that created people like me, and the runaway bride who vanished without a trace... Every secret drew me further into a web of lies.

But the greatest danger wasn't being exposed.

It was Sebastian Sinclair.

The man who was supposed to be nothing more than my fake husband began protecting me, trusting me, and showing me a tenderness that was never meant for "Vivian."

But when the truth finally comes out—that the woman he married is not his bride, but a trained assassin living under a stolen identity—

Will our marriage built on lies survive... or will it become the deadliest mission of my life?

Waking up in a stranger's expensive sheets was my first mistake, but finding out he’s my mother’s new billionaire fiancé was my absolute destruction.

The night I met Dominic Vale, I had just lost my job. The rain was pouring, the elevator broke down, and one thing led to another. I snuck out of his penthouse before sunrise, praying I would never see his dangerously handsome face again.

I thought it was just a reckless one-night stand. A secret I would take to my grave.

Until tonight.

"Alina, I have wonderful news," my mother said, practically glowing with happiness as she unlocked our apartment door. "I'm getting married."

I was happy for her. She deserved it. She told me he was wealthy, powerful, and wanted to take us both to dinner.

But when the private dining room door opened, my entire world stopped.

Dominic Vale stood there in a dark suit. The same broad shoulders. The same intense, dark eyes that had memorized every inch of my body just forty-eight hours ago.

Shock flashed across his face. Real shock.

"Dominic," my mother said warmly, stepping forward to kiss his cheek. "This is my daughter, Alina."

The silence that followed felt louder than thunder.

He didn't blink. He didn't look away. His gaze locked onto mine, slow and careful, replaying the exact same forbidden memories I was.

He held out his hand like we were complete strangers.

"I believe we’ve already met," he said smoothly, his thumb subtly brushing against my pulse point as I shook his hand.

My mother laughed. "You have?"

"Yes," Dominic replied, his eyes darkening as they dropped briefly to my lips. "We shared a very... unforgettable ride in the elevator."

My name is Ophelia. The day my adoptive family threw me out, I smiled and tossed their money in the trash.

No one knew I was "Dawn" — the legendary miracle healer every powerful family desperately sought. No one knew I was behind a billion-dollar fashion empire, or that I could make Wall Street tremble with a single trade. I hid everything behind an ordinary face.

My birth family turned out to be the wealthiest dynasty in the city. And my fiancé — the man I'd already met without knowing it — was Mason Smith, the man the whole city feared.

He took my hand, leaned close, and murmured: "Can you feel my heartbeat right now?"

I pressed my fingers to his chest and replied seriously: "Your heart rate is elevated, but perfectly healthy. No need to worry."

He paused — then smiled. The kind of smile that made my own heart do something I couldn't explain.

But as he kept getting closer to the truth... I wondered how much longer I could keep my last secret hidden.

Some masks were never meant to come off — but what happens when someone refuses to stop looking?

"Mommy, I don't need a daddy. Having you is enough."

When I heard my daughter say those words, I nearly broke down in tears.

Five years ago, an accident left me pregnant with twins. My father seized everything my mother had left behind and threw me out of the house. After I gave birth, he told me my son had died, leaving only my daughter Luna by my side.

For Luna's sake, I was forced to marry a man I'd never met—a husband in a vegetative state—and spent three years in France.

Three years later, I returned to Bay Harbor, only to be betrayed by my own father once again. While fleeing, I stumbled by mistake into the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel, where I spent the night with a mysterious man confined to a wheelchair.

The next morning, I left in a panic, convinced it was just another accident in my chaotic life.

Until later, when I took a job with the wealthy Stone family and met a quiet, withdrawn little boy named Cal—a child who seemed forgotten by the entire world.

I don't know why, but the moment I saw him, my heart ached inexplicably.

And at the same time, the man I had "taken advantage of" that night began closing in on the truth, determined to find me...

He was the most dazzling yet tragic golden-tier bodyguard of Apex Sentinel Group. Six years ago, betrayed by Robert, he was shot multiple times and thrown into the sea. On the brink of death, he was saved by the chemist Michael. Now, six years later, he has become the feared "Mr. M," master of Apex Global Enterprises. To repay the debt of his life, he returns to his old grounds, only to find his savior missing and his twin daughters in grave danger. As old enemies, greedy elites, and dark capital intertwine once more, the dormant warrior bares his fangs. This time, with absolute power, he will crush every conspiracy, protect those he holds dear, and make the world remember the terror of being dominated

"Ssshh. You made me cum twice already. I’m not leaving you untouched. I want to taste you, suck you, feel every inch of you deep inside me.”

“Fuck,” Valtor growled, a deep velvety rumble that sent a pulse of heat throbbing through my wet pussy. “Who the hell taught you to talk like that?”

No one. I never dirty-talked with Kallias. These words came purely after the fire Valtor ignited in me.


I was the happiest woman alive until my husband and my maid betrayed me in one night.

Now I am no longer the good Luna they once expected me to be, but a wounded woman burning with vengeance. I am willing to give anything, do anything, even if it means striking a dangerous bargain with Valtor North, the handsome Rogue King whose reputation makes every Alpha tremble in fear.

But fate made its twist again. An unexpected mad attraction rose between me and the man I should hate, the sworn enemy of my kind. The Rogue King.

Torn between duty and desire, I face the ultimate battle. Can I survive the storm or will it consume me whole?

“You’re nothing, Martha—just a wreck I’ll always own,” Nicholas hisses, his words dripping with malice.

Martha Whitmore fled a monster of a husband, only to stumble into a stranger’s bed—drunk, desperate, and drowning in Seattle’s shadows. One night with Garrison Donovan, a billionaire with secrets as dark as hers, was supposed to be her escape. Now the reality of being pregnant threatens to unravel her fragile new start. As Nicholas stalks closer and Garrison’s world of betrayal looms, Martha’s next move could break her—or bind her to a man she barely knows. Will she run again, or face the storm she’s ignited?

"I will take everything from you," my half-sister whispered as my husband, Colton, drove a blade into my chest. "Your love, your life, everything."

I died in a pool of my own blood, betrayed by the only family I had left. But instead of eternal darkness, light burned into my eyes.

I woke up standing in a luxury restaurant, looking down at Colton kneeling before me with a velvet ring box.

It was the exact day he proposed.

Armed with a second chance and burning for vengeance, I smirked and looked past him. "I'd love to marry," I announced to the stunned crowd, "but not you. You don't mind me being your aunt, do you?"

With those words, I walked straight into the arms of Colton’s powerful, enigmatic billionaire uncle—Richard Asher.

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

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

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

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

Layla's POV :Little did I think my world would be turned upside down. Dean and Aleck my best friends who who protected me ever since kindergarten and had always remained by my side, truly were nothing like I remembered. Ever since I was eighteen I knew and I kept it hidden, I hid it so well until it wasn't. Falling in love with your Best friends isn't something you should do especially when they're twin brothers. Our friendship was good until I ditched them for my Own sanity. Disappearing did the trick however a spur of the moment
get together with the rest of our college friends,led me to reveal some of my secrets. And some of theirs. From being accused by friends I gave up. Little did I know the get together was just a ruse for them to get back into my life and they were playing the long game, making sure I belonged to them and them only.
Dean's POV : The minute we I opened the door and saw her ,so beautiful, I knew it was either going to go our way or she ran. We fell in love with her at Eighteen,she was seventeen and off limits,she saw us as brother so we waited, when she disappeared we let her ,she thought we had no idea where she was ,she as absolutely fucking wrong. We watch her every move and knew how to make her cave to our wishes.
Aleck's POV : Little Layla had become so fucking beautiful, Dean and I decided she would be ours. She walked around the island unaware if what was coming her way.one way or the other Our best friend would end up under us in our bed and she would ask for it too.

She cursed the Demon King. He has spent centuries hunting her.
Maeve has no memory of the life that made her the most wanted witch in the Lore. She only knows she has never stayed in one place for long and that monsters seem to find her wherever she runs. Then a stranger walks into her shop. He was cold and beautiful and very very dangerous. The Demon King.
One kiss is enough for King Eldon to realize the impossible. His greatest enemy has returned. She is the witch who cursed him in another lifetime. The woman who stole his future, shattered his kingdom and vanished before he could make her pay.
She remembers nothing. But demons only recognize their true mate after the bond is tested and every instinct tells Eldon she might be the one fate has denied him for centuries. He swore he would never forgive her. She swore she would never belong to a demon.
Now the only woman who can save his kingdom may also be the one destined to destroy it again.

BOOK 2 in Mated to my Ruin series. Can be read as standalone.
BOOK 1–Mated to my Ruin: A Dragon’s Debt

For two years, I lived as Mrs. Thorne, a title that felt more like a cage than a crown. I loved my husband, Caspian, with a desperate hope, clinging to the belief that our arranged marriage could become real. I thought the baby I was carrying would finally melt his frozen heart.
I was wrong. A leaked photo of him with another woman shattered my world. A cruel recording of his voice confirmed it: “Nothing about Elara is ever urgent. I am only with her for the child.”
Then came the accident that took the one thing he actually cared about, our unborn son.
Now, I stand before the man who destroyed me. The divorce papers are on the table between us. He thinks I am still the weak woman who begged for his love.
He is wrong. My eyes are dry, my heart is cold, and I have only one demand for the father of my dead child.
“Bring back my baby, or sign this divorce paper.”

I spent three years warming his bed, nursing him back from the brink of death, and playing the perfect stand‑in for the woman he truly loved. He never marked me. He never claimed me. The moment his real mate returned, he tossed me aside like a broken tool, sneering that I was nothing but a low‑born servant.

But he forgot one thing – my blood can break ancient curses, and a dying king has been hunting for me across the continent. When my so‑called sister tried to humiliate me at her welcome banquet, I smiled and offered her a cup of tea. By midnight, her voice was gone.

Now my ex watches from the airport as I board the Lycan King’s private jet. He finally realises he threw away the only wolf who could have saved his pack – but it’s too late. I’m not going back to being his shadow. I’m going to the capital to become his queen.

Adele Mayfield has spent her entire adult life chasing perfection on the ice as a figure skater. She's closer than ever to qualifying for Nationals, the one competition that could finally launch the career she has always dreamed about.

But when the man she thought she was building a future with squanders the money meant for their lease, her life begins to fall apart.

Evicted and out of options, Adele and her boyfriend Jayden have only one place left to turn: the penthouse belonging to his older stepbrother.

Vaughn Livingston. Hockey captain of the Stallions, one of the league's biggest teams, temporarily relocated to her city after a hazard left their arena unsafe for practice. Now Adele has to live with the very man she already shares a rink with.

He's supposed to feel like family. He doesn't. Every time she catches him watching her, she feels it everywhere she shouldn't, like the moment the apartment is empty, the moments when he doesn't care that she's off limits

It's entirely worng but her body doesn't seem to care. Every time Jayden walks out the door, Adele finds herself counting the hours until he's gone, and dreading the second Vaughn is alone with her, brother's girlfriend or not, she can feel exactly how madly he wants her

With Nationals closing in and his championship on the line, neither of them can afford this. Every stolen hour under his roof is a risk neither of their careers will survive if it comes out

One wrong move could cost Adele everything she's worked for. One more night could cost her the ability to stop.

Reyna Valenti has spent her entire life living in her sister’s shadow. Isabella is the daughter who gets everything she wants, while Reyna is expected to swallow her pride and keep the peace.

But everything changes when Killian Kozlov, the ruthless mafia king, enters their lives with one intention: to make Isabella his bride.

Killian has his own reasons for marrying into the Valenti family, reasons that have nothing to do with love. His plans are carefully laid until he meets Reyna.

Sharp-tongued, defiant, and completely unimpressed by his power, she’s the one woman who refuses to play by his rules. And the more he wants her, the more dangerous his carefully constructed plans become.

He came for her sister. He wanted revenge. He never planned on wanting Reyna.

This book is Rated 18!

Two different people who shared the same fate…

One is a demon alpha while the other is just a human.

Her life feels as if it's shrouded in the mist.

"Who is a friend and who is a foe? Or is everyone from her pack a foe?"

She can't tell.

" Is the one approaching her through the mist?"

"Is it a devil or an angel? Have they come to save her or to destroy her?"

The truth is in front of her but she's finding it extremely hard to know the truth.

Even the faintest mist can't hide the truth.


Diego has been searching around the whole pack just for a virgin maiden who would be able to retrieve his dead lover who died pathetically.

Finally, he found one but it seemed heaven was making a joke on him as the only virgin he found during his thousands of years of search happened to have the exact face as his dead lover Annie.

The worst scenario for Diego was the moment the lady whose name is Nadine felt any slight pain he too wasn't left out as he felt the same way he did.

She cries and he cries also.

The moment she's not breathing the moment he stops breathing also

Would Diego want to risk anything to retrieve his dead girlfriend?
Find out as we drive into the journey.

When I was injured and hospitalized, my husband, Adrian Hale, was still giving me the silent treatment over his ex-girlfriend.
 
During our worst fight, he told me, "If Vanessa and I wanted to be together, you never would have become Mrs. Hale."
 
After that, I became the kind of wife he'd always claimed to want. I stopped asking questions. I stopped checking when he would be home. I stopped arguing when Vanessa called.
 
Yet, that was when Adrian began reporting every detail of his day, avoiding Vanessa, and trying to come home early. On my birthday, he canceled a trip to Europe and flew back overnight to surprise me.
 
I should have been moved.
 
Instead, I hid in the kitchen and whispered to my best friend, "We're getting divorced. Why is he going to all this trouble?"
 
She laughed. "Adrian Hale is rich, gorgeous, and finally acting like a husband. Are you sure you won't regret leaving him?"
 
I thought about it.
 
"No," I said. "I think I'll finally be able to breathe."
 
Something dropped to the floor behind me.
 
I turned. Adrian was standing in the doorway, looking completely ashen.

Our mother died broke. Three months later Camilla Castellano drove down to Atlantic City and offered to take my sister and me into her family.
One of us she would adopt. Her name, her money, her protection for life.
The other would marry her only son, the man who runs that family after her.
We had to pick that night, before either of us had laid eyes on him.
My sister picked first, and she picked daughter. The wife's the one they shoot at, she said. And a woman that rich doesn't come shopping in a place like this unless something is badly wrong with her boy.
Nothing was wrong with her boy.
So I got the son my sister didn't want, and Rafe Castellano spent three years sure I had worked my way to him on purpose. He took the family's accounts off me and handed them to my sister. He told a room full of people that a life with me turned his stomach.
Two weeks before the wedding, I asked his mother to change the bride.
He didn't believe me. He wouldn't come to the church. He signed the license without reading the name above his own.
He lifted the veil that night to tell me he was sorry.
I wasn't the one underneath it.

On Thanksgiving, I take an emergency mansion cleaning gig to cover my rent. The second I step into the master bedroom, I freeze. Hanging on the wall is a huge wedding photo. The groom is my husband — but the bride beside him is not me.
Liam has built an entire secret family. Worse still, my own parents and brother happily join his fake perfect life. Even my beloved young son has grown attached to another woman. When my husband finally confronts me and reveals another devastating truth, I leave with a broken heart.
Years later, when my ex-husband and all those traitors come crawling to beg for mercy, I will never soften for them again.

Here is the English translation, tailored to match the gritty, dramatic, and satisfying tone typical of apocalyptic revenge web novels:

In my previous life, I was drained to the bone by the so-called "Doomsday Evolution System," forced to watch as my best friend and fiancée stepped over my corpse to scavenge my supplies.

When I opened my eyes again, I had regressed to exactly three days before the apocalypse. When that faint blue, glowing "cheat" materialized once more, I decisively took a step back, watching my enemies fanatically claim it for themselves. They thought they had grasped the key to ruling the doomsday. Little did they know, they had just swallowed a parasite that would devour its host.

Then, the extreme cold descended, and toxic spores blotted out the sky.

Using my knowledge of the future, I struck a deal with a female black-market boss, packing an underground bunker with tons of supplies and heavy firepower. Sipping hot coffee in front of the control room monitors, I sat back and enjoyed the show. I watched my enemies be systematically stripped of their sanity, sacrifice their companions, and ultimately degenerate into mindless, mutated lumps of flesh driven only by base instincts.

In this man-eating apocalypse, I refuse to touch any bizarre parasitic "gifts." Thick alloy doors and an endless supply of ammunition—that is the only true law of survival in the wasteland.

I built my husband Evan's Hollywood acting empire alongside him, and we kept our marriage hidden from the public. I once believed our bond was unbreakable. Until I checked his car's navigation history.
For an entire year, every Wednesday night, my movie-star husband lied about working overnight film shoots. When I followed the GPS route to its destination, I found the apartment of his rival actress, Leah.
Then I found more lies. It was only after I vanished completely that Evan realized what he had lost. But by then, I was no longer the woman he left behind.
Some secrets exposed by GPS can never be erased. Some women can never be found again.

For two years my mother told the whole town that my sister Zoe was in a hospital in Switzerland.
She shut the heat off in my room with a wrench, because Zoe's ward is kept at sixty-five degrees. My dinner was always cold, because Zoe can't keep solid food down. I never got a birthday cake, because Zoe hasn't had one since she was seventeen.
The day I won the state 1600, she pulled the medal off my neck in the parking lot and didn't say one word the whole drive home. Then she walked me down to the basement, dropped it on the floor, and ground it under her heel until the ribbon came apart. She took a picture of it lying there. I'll send this to your sister. So she knows her little sister is keeping her company.
She came back down that night with a pair of garden shears. I fought her. She got a fistful of my hair, put my head over her knee, and cut it all off, because chemo took Zoe's.
Then I found something down there my mother never meant me to see.
My sister isn't where she said. And she isn't sick.

Every herb in Moonspring, I had coaxed to life myself, drop by drop, with a healer's touch.
But to my mate, Rourke, the place was just a backyard for his best friend Boone to use and wreck however he pleased.
I had put up with it for a long time.
I put up with it until Boone, planning his own mating ceremony, trampled half a year of my work into the mud right in front of me. I put up with it until Rourke forced me to my knees through our mate mark, just so his friends wouldn't see him lose face.
In three days, Boone would hold the grandest mating ceremony the pack had ever seen, right here in Moonspring.
And I looked at the land transfer I had just agreed to, and said a single word.

I've been to four weddings. I never made it through a single one.
Not because I didn't love enough. Not because they weren't good enough. It was because every time — right at the moment I was supposed to say I do — my parents would appear on cue, fall apart on cue, and burn everything to the ground on cue.
For years I thought they hated me. Thought they'd given all their love to my dead sister, Claudia, and had nothing left. Then my brother-in-law said something that cracked me open: Any one of those three men — if you'd married him, you wouldn't be alive today.
So which is it? Were they protecting me, or destroying me?

Four years ago, Giovanni dumped me in front of everyone at an upscale restaurant. Two weeks later, he was engaged to Rosanna. I made a fool of myself begging on his doorstep, became the laughingstock of Ferro City.
Four years later, he runs into me at Casa Valentino, assumes I'm destitute, and offers me a job as a cleaner for him.
What he doesn't know is that the plainly dressed woman standing before him is the wife of Don Alessandro Valentino—the man the entire underworld bows to.

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

Terminal. One month, maybe less.
I folded the report and put it in my bag. The doctor asked if there was family I could call. I told him there wasn't.
My husband rang while I was crouched against the hospital wall, waiting for the pain to pass. I could hear waves behind his voice. He didn't ask what the doctor said. He wanted to know why his money hadn't come through yet. His first love needed it for her art show.
So I sent him all of it. My savings, and the last of what my mother left me. Ten years, settled in one transfer.
Then my legs went, and a pair of freezing hands caught me before I hit the ground.
The pain stopped the second he touched me.
"Your kind calls us reapers. Give me your soul, and I'll keep the pain off you until the end."
Weston took one look at him and decided I'd hired an actor to make him jealous.
He thinks I'm trying to win him back.

I once believed that my inability to bear children was my original sin.
So I endured my Alpha husband Ethan’s excessive favoritism toward our“old friend,” Lyra,
and swallowed the growing hatred of our adopted son, Lucas.

Until our eighth marking anniversary, when I obtained irrefutable proof—
Confirmed: Lyra is the biological mother of Lucas.

That very night, Lyra sent me a “family portrait” of the three of them.

Letter by letter, I typed my reply:
May the Moon Goddess bless you.

Ethan kicked the door open in fury.
Lucas called me a “bad mom.”

In that moment, my heart died—and with it came a strange calm.

I took out the long-sealed mate bond termination agreement and placed it on the table.

“I’ve already signed the last page,” I said evenly. “If you have any questions, my lawyer will contact you.”

I was once the supreme ruler of the global underworld, stepping down from my throne just to cook hot meals for my daughter. Yet, my arrogant brother-in-law mistook my silence for weakness. He smashed my home, tried to hand my wife over to a Mafia Don for his own career, and even stole my Black-Gold Skull Coin as a tribute!
Fine. You want to play? I'll grant your wish.
With a single keystroke, I initiated the DEFCON-1 combat protocol. Instantly, one hundred thousand of the world’s most elite mercenaries went berserk, locking down the entirety of New York City!

“You’re mine, little wolf,” Kaziel growled, his voice thick with need. “And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

With one more thrust, he sent me over the edge, his fangs sinking into my flesh, the pain mixing with the pleasure. I screamed, my body quaking so hard, tears of pleasure spilled down my cheeks.

….

Danika had been ignored and bullied by everyone but Tyler, her best friend. But on the night she was to confess her feelings to him, she was coldly rejected. Her world shattered, and when her foster father announced he was marrying Tyler’s mother, everything spiraled into chaos.

Her fate changes when she encounters Kaziel, Tyler’s stepbrother, at a family dinner. The man Tyler despises the most.

A monster bound by a curse and driven by an obsessive disorder.

Danika is his mate. He claims her with a hunger that’s both terrifying and irresistible, igniting a fire that refuses to be tamed.

Danika is the only one who can break the ancient curse suffocating Kaziel’s pack.

But a vampire stalks their every move, and a fanatical cult seeks her blood to awaken a god.

Caught between betrayal, desire, and danger, Danika must embrace the beast within or be destroyed by it. In a world ruled by monsters, can love be her salvation… or her undoing?

Judgment day has arrived, the moment Tessa has prepared five years for…

Yet, to Tessa’s dismay, everything seems to go completely wrong for her as an intense altercation with her female classmates forces her to face the dominant males head-on (her appearance torn and confidence now shattered).

Upset, panicking and barefoot, Tessa Is shocked to catch the attention of a captivating male with mysterious green eyes. The large male seems Intrigued by her bruises and cuts, and to Tessa’s vast confusion, he marks her as one of his top three candidates to move forward in to the next stage - but why?

As Tessa embarks on this perilous journey with the mysterious creature, whose humour is dark and heart even darker, she questions whether or not she can endure each stage of the dating process - wondering if he will break her before she even reaches the finish line.

Her only glimmer of hope lies in securing a permanent spot with the man, meaning that she could travel back to the same pack as her best friend Erin to be close to her for the rest of their years…

In a world dominated by werewolves and their unforgiving laws, Tessa strives to stay on her unpredictable males good side, hoping for a semblance of normalcy and fair treatment.

Step into this gripping tale of surrender, survival, and the unknown, where Tessa's fate hangs in the balance, and every decision could lead her to destruction. Discover the complexities of a world ruled by werewolves in this thrilling narrative that promises twists and turns at every corner… enjoy!

With the finger she had sucked, leaving it wet with her saliva, I went down to her intimate area, sliding my finger inside her without warning. She arched her hips upwards and suppressed the moan that was stuck in her throat.

"Moan for me, my delicious. I'm going to love hearing your moans," I said, moving my finger slowly inside her.

**

Isabela has just come out of a 15-year relationship. On the night of her divorce, devastated, abandoned and desolate, she decides to go out drinking in a deserted bar in the city. Heartbroken and destroyed, she decides to drown her sorrows in drink. But she never imagined that she would end up in the bed of a stranger. Just when she thought it was going to be a one-night stand, Isabela is asked to interview the newest sports star and she couldn't have imagined that it was him. The unknown man she had spent the night with.