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My boyfriend hated the new freshman, Lila.
She followed him everywhere from day one, and he’d complain to me nonstop.
“Want me to get her kicked out? My dad can write a check and make it happen.”
I laughed it off. “Cocky much?”
He nudged my shoulder. “You really not scared I’ll get taken?”
Please.
We were childhood sweethearts, bound by family and our upcoming competition duet.
Her cheap, desperate act? I never saw it as a threat.
I had no idea how wrong I was.

The biggest mistake of my life was falling in love with my childhood best friend, Cole Blackwood.

I grew up with Cole. He was my childhood best friend. When my mom died in a car accident in high school, his mother Lillian, my mom's best friend, saw that my stepmother didn't like me and took me in. She arranged our engagement. Cole protected me from bullies in high school. I fell for him. We secretly married at eighteen.

Shortly after the wedding, he was kidnapped. That's when everything fell apart. I threw myself off a cliff to draw the kidnappers away and save him. I was in a coma for three months. But when I came back to him, weak and broken, he thought some woman named Sophia Vanderbilt had saved him instead. He started hating me for "abandoning him" and grew cold. I tried to explain. He only believed what Sophia told him. My words meant nothing. 

Cole wanted to divorce me, but his parents refused to allow it. I refused too. Sophia drugged him to get pregnant and trap him into marriage, but he stumbled into the wrong room. He slept with me instead. I got pregnant. She faked videos to make him think they'd been together. She forged evidence that I'd cheated. He wouldn't listen to a word I said. 

Then we were both kidnapped and held hostage on a rooftop. Cole chose to save Sophia. I fell. I lost the baby. After Sophia was rescued, she went to the hospital for a checkup. They found leukemia. She needed a bone marrow transplant. I was the only match, but after everything, my body was too weak. Cole used the "debt" I owed his family to force me to donate. 

I refused. Sophia "died." Cole locked me in a psychiatric hospital and tortured me until I died. 

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he demanded my bone marrow. This time, looking at his desperate eyes, I said yes and decided to divorce him and leave him for good.

When they shoved me into the flames, I fought through the blinding pain to call my brother, Ethan Bennett. Fire licked at my skin, twisting my vision, but the call finally went through.

"What is it now?" He sounded distracted, like he was checking off a guest list.

"Ethan, please, help—" My voice was shattered, choked by the searing heat.

"Can't you just give it a rest for one single day?" he snapped, cutting me off. "Selina and I are getting married this weekend. If you pull another stunt, I swear I'll—"

The call died right as the flames swallowed me whole.

Agony consumed every nerve before my eyes closed for good, his unfinished threat still echoing in my ears.

But the good news is, Ethan... you don't have to swear anymore. Because I was dead.

When the Manhattan morgue finally managed to reach my husband, Victor Hawthorne, he was in the penthouse suite, fucking another woman.
"Mr. Hawthorne, this is the city morgue. We need you to come down and identify your wife's remains."
"Identify what?" he snapped, his thrusts not missing a beat.
"Burn her," he ordered. "Don't bother me with her pathetic ploys."
He tossed the phone onto the nightstand, his focus entirely on the woman beneath him.
Then my body was pushed into the incinerator.
When I was nothing but ashes, the funeral home called him again.
Selena pouted, trailing a nail down his chest.
"Is Cecilia acting up again?"
"I'll go end this farce," Victor sneered, getting out of bed.

At my mother's funeral, I stopped outside the lounge.

Through the door, I heard Julian—my fiancé—delivering a cold warning to my father:

"You can stop obsessing over Harper, Richard. She's with me now. Don't bother her anymore."

My father immediately tried to use me to suppress him. "Don't forget you're marrying Sloane next week! If she finds out you're screwing the orphan her mother took in..."

Julian cut him off. "She'll never know. Just like she'll never know her mother didn't actually die of depression. She killed herself because she caught you two together."

Father's counterattack threw me straight into hell:

"What right do you have to judge me?! When Sloane was frantic, calling you for help, what were you doing? If you hadn't been rolling around in a hotel bed with Harper, if you hadn't lied to Sloane that you were 'on your way,' her mother would never have died!"

A violent ringing filled my ears.

I slammed the door open, stormed in, and slapped Julian across the face with every ounce of strength I had left.

The man I was supposed to marry in seven days merely turned his head. It took him exactly one second to suppress his shock.

"Since you heard everything, good. Better to accept reality now, so you don't break down later."

"For the sake of the Vance family heir you're carrying, the wedding next week proceeds as planned."

"But I have responsibilities to Harper, too. That tie won't be severed."

The night before graduation, a confession post blew up the school forum:
“Daphne, I’m gonna rip up my Harvard offer onstage during commencement to confess to you—my whole college future as my love token.”
The OP bragged nonstop in the comments that he’d locked down the state’s only full-ride Harvard scholarship, his admission was a done deal, and graduation was nothing but a meaningless formality anyway.
The attached photo showed their interlaced hands. That old burn scar on his forearm—the one he’d claimed he got saving me—stared back like a chain that’s trapped me for ten years straight.
I poured every cent, every spare hour and all my academic resource just to get him into Harvard. I even voluntarily stepped down from the scholarship race and passed the spot to him.
This childhood sweetheart who’d sworn we’d go to Harvard together only hours ago threw every promise out the window for a rich transfer student, willing to gamble both our futures just for a dramatic grand gesture.
I shut the forum tab, pulled up my email to the scholarship committee.
I’m formally taking back the scholarship spot I gave up！

To avenge his beloved, my husband locked me—pregnant—in a dog cage and sank it into the icy lake outside our house.
"Wendy spent ten minutes in the water. You'll stay in there for two days."
I screamed and pleaded, "I'm not lying! I really am pregnant! Please!"
But he towered over me, his eyes full of disgust. "You'll say anything to avoid punishment—even a lie like this?"
As the iron cage sank, the freezing water swallowed me—and took the unborn child with it.
Two days later, he had the cage hauled up, waiting for me to beg Wendy for forgiveness.
But all that was left inside was a curled, lifeless body, my dress soaked in vivid red.
I hovered above, watching coldly as he clung to my corpse, howling like a madman.
Eric, why are you crying?
Isn't this what you wanted?

The End Times Came, and I Awakened the Ability to Grow Vegetables

Every time I catalyzed a vegetable, it drained my stamina and life force.

But my sister Lucy needs to eat, and everyone in the camp needs to eat.

So I gave my life to the soil, exchanging life for food again and again.

Cult leader Silas patted my shoulder and said I was God's gardener, that Eden was born because of me.

I thought I had found a home.

I distributed the vegetables I grew to everyone in the camp.

Until I discovered the blue-green veins on my sister's arm.

Until I discovered that the bottle of "holy water" I fed her every day wasn't medicine at all.

Until I discovered that my sister had been sent to their altar.

My squadmates falsely accused me of being a vampire. They poured scalding water over me claiming it was "holy water," spiked my meals with garlic extract, and even splashed me with stinking goat blood. In the end, their madness drove them to plunge a sharpened cross straight into my heart...

He married me because I look like her.
For three years, I played the role. I cooked his meals. I warmed his bed. I smiled when he forgot my birthday. I stayed quiet when he left in the middle of the night to hold her hand.
I told myself it was enough. I told myself I didn't need his love.
Then I got pregnant.
He said he hated children. So I didn't tell him. I was going to keep it. Our baby. The only thing that was truly mine.
But my body had other plans.
When I called him from the hospital floor, bleeding out, begging for help—he didn't come. He said I was lying. He was too busy with her.
That night, I lost everything.
The baby. The hope. The lie I'd been living.
Now he's calling me. Again and again.
But the substitute wife? She's not picking up.

Everyone in this city knows that the king of the underworld, my husband Vincent, is crazy about me.

Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.

He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."

I believed him.

Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.

That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.

But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.

I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.

Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.

"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"

"Finally. The family's saved."

Ten years loving Liam Rockefeller cost me everything.

He said the football team jumped him—so I charged in and took the punches. He sobbed that his stepbrother would destroy him at Yale—so I ripped up my acceptance letter. He held me at midnight whispering "I'm so lucky to have you"—and I thought that meant forever.

Three months later, I heard him laughing in the locker room—laughing about me.

"Iris is like a fucking puppy, so easy to fool. Now that the Yale spot's open, Emily can go with me."

The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces—just tools to control me while he fucked his side piece.

He thought I'd still stand in front of him even with a broken nose. He thought I'd never wise up.

I wised up.

In his stepbrother Sebastian's bed.

I’m Scarlett, the last true revival tattoo artist, capable of defying death with my cursed ink—for a brutal price. I lost everything saving my fiancé Hunter in my past life, only to be betrayed and killed by him .

Reborn when Hunter dies again, I refuse to sacrifice myself for my murderers. In an unthinkable twist, the powerless fraud Wendy resurrects Hunter, winning universal praise while I’m branded cold. Only I know the truth: he is not alive. He is a decaying, cursed corpse. I gamble everything for revenge and resurrect the only man who once saved me.

But tampering with death twice stirs a fatal, unspoken curse.

Six days after Alexander lost all contact, I navigated my way alone to the Nightfall Gala to find him.

The guard's expression twisted into something peculiar when he heard my purpose.

"You're saying you are looking for your mate, Prince Alexander? And what is your name?"

"I am Cecilia."

The guard let out a harsh, mocking snort. "Stop causing a scene! A blind beggar trying to pull a scam? Don't think you can just impersonate her just because you know the name of the Prince's mate."

"Everyone knows the Prince just gifted Cecilia the millennia-old Abyssal Night Crystal to celebrate her pregnancy! What the hell are you?"

Just then, the giant LED screen cut to the Gala's live broadcast.

"Allow me to formally introduce my partner, Cecilia. Furthermore, she is expecting. Our family is about to welcome a new heir." It was Alexander's voice.

"Thank you all. This is the greatest gift Alexander and I could ever receive."

The moment that sweet, timid voice echoed through the hall, a string violently snapped in my brain. A sharp ringing pierced my eardrums.

—It was the voice of my twin sister, Elena.

For three years, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Until I hit play on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my perfect reality shattered into a million jagged pieces.

The woman writhing on the bed was Amanda—the sweet, innocent girl we had both grown up with.

And the hand tracing the curve of her bare skin? It wore the platinum wedding band I had personally slipped onto Louis’s finger.

"I missed you so much..."

"You drive me fucking crazy, baby..."

Hearing my own husband's signature sweet nothings whispered to my childhood best friend gutted me completely.

Our entire social circle constantly praised us as the golden couple. But beneath the glossy surface, who could have guessed this flawless marriage was built on a mountain of sick lies?

Well, if Louis was such a brilliant actor, I figured it was time to give him a show of my own.

I was going to rip off his mask and show the entire world exactly what kind of monster my "perfect husband" truly was.

I caught my husband sleeping with my sister, so I burned it all down.
The fire burned fierce, swallowing that abandoned cabin in the woods, along with my shattered marriage.
With the stench of gasoline still lingering on my fingertips, I thought I had finally buried the man who betrayed me.
Until the next morning, when he walked through the front door without a single scratch.
My mind reeled.
If he was still alive... then who the hell did I burn to a crisp last night?

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

For two years I was Easton's secret girlfriend. I paid his tuition. I took a beating from the guys who came for him. I gave up my MIT interview so he could chase what he wanted.
Then I heard him behind a half-open door, kissing my best friend.
"Last life she clung to me like a lunatic. This life I'm not making that mistake again."
Last life. They'd both been reborn—come back with every memory of a life I don't even remember living—and somewhere in it, they'd decided I was the desperate girl who ruined everything.
Fine.
I went back to my desk, pulled the MIT acceptance I'd been about to turn down, and signed it.
Easton, I'll let you have her.
He spent two lifetimes sure he was the smart one. He's about to find out which of us was holding back.

I was kidnapped at five. Found at sixteen. Dead at nineteen.
My parents are top transplant surgeons. The night I was murdered, they were saving my sister's life with a "legally sourced" donor heart. They signed the paperwork themselves.
That heart was mine. Cut from my chest while I was still breathing.
The sister they saved? She's the one who handed me to the killer.
For three years I lived under their roof. They slapped me for things she did. They called me ungrateful when I couldn't donate a kidney I'd already lost. They forgot my birthday to throw her a party.
And when I went missing, they didn't look for me. Dad said, "Even if she dies out there, she has no one to blame but herself."
He was right. I did die out there. And he's the one who signed off on what happened next.

I was falsely accused of killing my sister. My husband personally sent me to prison. Three years later, he picked me up, and that very night he stripped off my clothes and fucked me brutally.

He said, "The child your sister and I had together has a heart condition. You have to give birth to a baby to save him. This is what you owe your sister!"

On the night my grandmother died, my husband Kael came home trailing blood.
His leather motorcycle jacket was soaked dark red, yet he flashed a savage grin: "I wiped the floor with those bastards tonight!"
For three years, he had treated our home as nothing more than a pit stop between reckless street races.
I’d finally had enough. "After the funeral, we're getting a divorce."
Before the words fully left my mouth, my phone rang. It was his riding partner, Lunn, his voice choking with sobs: "Sera... Kael drove off the cliff tonight. They only recovered bloody pieces of his helmet!"
But the "dead man" was standing right in front of me...

Since I was ten, he told me to call him brother. But brothers don't look at you like that.
My life had only Daniel Wilson in it. He was my guardian, my savior, my world.
"Call me brother," he said, but he forbade me from dating anyone else. He kept me in his manor like a bird in a gilded cage. He promised that when I turned twenty-one, the title of "sister" would change to "wife."
I waited. I obeyed. I loved him with a devotion that bordered on obsession.
But on my twenty-first birthday, he brought her home.
"Julie, meet Lena. She's... special to me."
He introduced his childhood crush to me, his "sister," while holding her hand. The way he looked at her was soft, gentle—the way he used to look at me before she arrived.
"You're just a foster sister," he reminded me coldly when I cried. "Don't cross the line."
The line? He blurred the lines for twelve years! He made me dependent on him, made me believe we were destined, only to discard me when the "real" owner of his heart returned.
Fine. If I'm just a sister, then I'll leave.
But why is he chasing me now, begging me to come back, saying he can't sleep without me in the house?
"I'm not your sister anymore, Daniel. And I'm certainly not your wife."

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

“What if I told you my family business was assassination… and I think you need our services?”

Brian Merrimack is everything a woman should run from: a ruthless alpha with a dark secret and a lethal family. To him, the world isn't black and white, but shades of gray where justice is delivered from the barrel of a gun. Faith is everything he shouldn't want: innocent, trapped, and desperately trying to shield her siblings from their abusive father.

Their chance meeting in a Florida elevator ignites an obsession. Brian sees a woman in need of his unique brand of protection; Faith sees a dangerous temptation that could shatter her fragile world. As she's drawn into his shadowy life, she's forced to question every moral line she's ever drawn.

But when her father's cruelty reaches unspeakable depths, Faith must make a choice: cling to the remains of her old life, or willingly embrace the darkness in the man she loves. Can Brian's dangerous love truly conquer all, or will the violence of his world destroy the very people he's sworn to protect?

"You taste sweet." He chuckled darkly from between my legs.
This time, a full on scream left my mouth. It was too overwhelming. I groaned, burying my face into the pillow beside me. Chanting his name.
He became aggressive, grinding his tongue against my clit. I moaned as he started to work the tip of his tongue into me. It was driving me to madness. He used his mouth to pleasure me, seemingly without a care as to how much pleasure it actually brought me and something about that made me feel even more desperate, made my body crave it even more.

I let out a relieved groan,I lay still with heart racing and tried my best to catch my breath. His warm hands stroked my body again, trailing up my body. I shook from the pleasure of his fingers wrapping around my nipples.

They said I shouldn’t exist.Heaven calls me a sin. Hell calls me a weapon. I stopped caring what they thought a very long time ago.
Geminia, half light, half shadow, Half hell half Heaven if anything like that was ever possible but i was proof that the universe has a twisted sense of humor. My blood burns with Heaven’s fire and Hell’s fury, and some days, I can’t tell which side is louder. I was meant to keep balance between them… but balance went straight to hell the second he showed up.
The Angel of Death himself.When he looks at me, it’s like the world holds its breath. He shouldn’t want me, and I sure as hell shouldn’t want him… but tell that to my heartbeat every time he says my name. The power I’ve been controlling reshaped me into something else..something neither Heaven nor Hell could touch and it could and would never be undone.

Rejected! Betrayed!! Forgotten!!!

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Selene's world shatters.

For years, she dreamed of finding her mate—the one destined to love and cherish her forever. Instead, before the entire pack, Alpha Ronan crushes her heart with a single sentence.

"You're weak. You're wolfless. You are unworthy of me."

Rejected, humiliated, and abandoned by everyone she trusted, Selene becomes the pack's greatest disgrace. Her family turns their backs on her. Her closest friend betrays her. And the woman who steals her future takes her place as Luna.

With nothing left to lose, Selene disappears into the wilderness.

But fate is far from finished with her.

When a pack of rogues leaves her bleeding and broken beneath a silver moon, an ancient power buried deep within her blood awakens.

The earth trembles, the skies darken, and a silver light erupts from her body.

And in a distant kingdom ruled by Lycans, a king falls to one knee.

Because after years of searching, he has finally found his mate.

King Kael.

What no one knows is that Selene is no ordinary werewolf.

She is the last living heir of the First Moon Queen, a legendary bloodline thought to have vanished thousands of years ago.

A bloodline capable of commanding wolves, healing the impossible, and destroying empires. Or building one powerful enough to rule them all.

Now the packs that mocked her want her allegiance.

The Alphas seek her favor. And the man who rejected her wants a second chance.

But some mistakes can never be undone. Especially when the girl they cast aside returns as a queen.

A rejected wolf... A powerful Lycan King. And a destiny that will reshape the entire werewolf world.

The Alpha's Rejected Mate is gone!

The Moon Queen has risen!

Reader Advisory!!!
This story contains steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.
Recommended for readers 18+ who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth.
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“I’m going to turn every dirty page you’ve ever read into your reality, Teyana.”
And Jeremy Carter did.
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It started with a simple party dare and ended with my legs wrapped around the ever-addictive Jeremy Carter’s waist.

I never thought the boy who never noticed the nerdy me in high school, the emotionally unavailable biker god I’d secretly fantasized about, would become my stepbrother.

Or that I would find a naked painting of myself hidden in his closet — painted by his own twisted hands.

Jeremy is inked sin, raw dominance, and a filthy mouth.

I was just the quiet, virgin bookworm, that took solace in dark romance novels… until he dragged me into his dangerous world of racing, rage, and ruin.

I should run. I should regret it.
But when a man like Jeremy Carter kisses you, there’s no coming back.

But what happened when family, friends, and even the campus tried to pull us apart?

This is the story of how I got ruined by the one man I might never have… and how I let him.

She stole my wedding. I stole her future.
On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins.
So I did what any woman scorned would do.
I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room—Drexon Moreaux, Kellan’s ruthless billionaire uncle—and declared, “Him. I’ll marry him instead.”
Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire’s heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand.
But he said, “I do.”
Now, my stepsister’s smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I’m a puzzle he’s determined to solve.
This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous—something that feels like love.
Too bad the Moreaux family doesn’t believe in happy endings…

I shouldn’t get wet at the thought of my step father, but I do.

It all started the day we had a business meeting. I work as an intern at his company and I couldn't help but imagine his long slender fingers f*cking me.

My name is Emma and no, I am not a pretty model queen. I am what you call a geek, a nerd and a wallflower.

But this wallflower wants to get bent over on his table and will do anything to be his slut. Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

On the night of her seventeenth birthday, Nova watched a masked man walk away from the ashes of her family. On his left wrist, burned into her memory forever, was a dagger with a serpent coiled around the blade.

Six years later, drowning in her comatose brother's hospital bills, Nova works at Club Venom just to survive. Then a masked Dom with piercing green eyes walks into her VIP booth, and she sees it.

The same dagger. The same wrist. The same mark.

Nova does not run this time.

She accepts his offer. Two months as his submissive in exchange for every debt cleared. To him it is desire. To her it is access. She will get close, learn everything, and end him.

But the man beneath the mask is not what she expected. And the pull between them is not something she can explain or control.

Then Nova lands a second job as personal assistant to the Alpha King.

The moment she walks into his office, her world stops.

Same height. Same build. Same presence that makes every room feel smaller. But his eyes are darker. His wrists are bare. No tattoo. No mask.

Two men. Same face. Completely different.

Or so she believes.

What Nova does not know is that the Dom she is hunting, the Dom she is falling for, and the Alpha King turning her world upside down are all the same man.

And he is running out of time to tell her the truth before it destroys them both.

Ryan: My Ex, My Mate
I see a woman with her back turned to me, but Aspen yells, "MATE."
Angel runs toward the woman, screaming "Mommy," and my mate is none other than my ex girlfriend, Reya Lopez.
Worse than that, my mind processed what Angel called Reya. She called Reya "Mommy."
What the fuck? She had some other wolf's child. I held Angel. I caught her scent. This is Reya's child, but not mine! Is this why she left? Was she pregnant with some other wolf's pup?
Reya: My Ex, My Boss
"Good morning! I am glad I caught you. I need to show you to your office." Stephanie says.
I stare at her confusedly; "I'm sorry, my office? I thought I was an administrative assistant?" I ask her.
"You were, but you have been reassigned. You are now the direct personal assistant to the boss. You will take the small office next door to his, designated for the position."
"Why would the boss ask for me as his personal assistant?" I ask Stephanie, confused by the sudden change.
"I don't know hun. I just know Mr. Sullivan asked for you personally." She smiles at me.
I try my hardest to return the smile, but did she, Sullivan? As in, my ex boyfriend, Ryan Sullivan?!

"This doesn't make sense." I whispered, my hand on the door knob.
"We can't tell mom and dad." He whispered back into the darkness.
"You can't be my mate!?" I hissed back "your my brother."
"I'm not going to resist the Sparks April," He growled, but continued "or the pull, and feeling of want... Do you hear me?" He growled.
"W-what?"
"I want you so bad it hurts" he whispered.

It was like my lips moved and spoke for me.
"Then take me."

His warm lips smashed onto mine finding them in the dark. Sparks lit the tiny closet up, and suddenly I knew where he was almost as if we were in a room full of light. I could see every move he made, and I wanted him to make a move on me.
I kissed him back with force, and longing.

My first kiss is with my brother.
My mate.

Oceana is an Alpha, daughter of the ten realms in the clan, adored by her powerful parents and her brother, loathes being pressured to have a mate because she lacks the power of the clan and can't shift into her wolf form which is a disgrace to the pack and was quite bullied for it.
However, her parents betrothed her to an Alpha for a collaboration after her brothers abandoned her, and to avoid Oceana being exposed to the pack, which could ruin her reputation and forbid any Alpha from getting close to her. Yet, to her shock, she discovers Gérard, her brother, was her mate all along.
The most powerful Alpha in the pack who everyone adored for his uniqueness and his strength, he loves women and desires to have no mate, since it was such a hassle doing so. Still, when he finds out Oceana is his mate, he was flabbergasted and his worst fear was becoming a hard nut to crack. How will he be able to resist the lustful forbidden desires he has for Oceana, who has grown up to be such a beauty?

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Lydia Arnault has spent her life perfecting silence. Behind her family’s fame and flawless image, she hides trauma, control, and a past no one was meant to uncover. College is supposed to be her escape, until a single accident at a glittering gala ties her to Adrian Vale, her longtime enemy, in a relationship announced without her consent.

As rumors turn into headlines and enemies into something far more dangerous, Lydia begins to uncover the truth behind her family’s power and the engagement planned years before she could choose. When the lie protecting her finally cracks, Lydia does the unthinkable. She disappears.

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

I was kidnapped at five. Found at sixteen. Dead at nineteen.
My father is the Alpha of Duskmere. My mother is the best healer in the pack. The night I was murdered, they were at my adopted sister's awakening ceremony—the miracle they'd prayed for. After a lifetime born wolfless, a wolf finally woke in her chest.
That wolf was mine. Torn out of me while I was still breathing.
For three years I lived under their roof with no pack bond and no one saying my name. They slapped me for things she did. They called me selfish for refusing to give her a kidney I'd already lost. And when I went missing, nobody looked. Dad said if I died out there, I had no one to blame but myself.
Then the enforcers found a body with no pack scent, and called in the Alpha and his Luna to examine it.
They stood right over me.
They still don't know.

At the family banquet, a power-hungry male special assistant projected a dimly lit bed photo onto the massive screen. He claimed he had slept with my wife—the heiress to the family—and demanded I walk away from the marriage with nothing.
While all the relatives were waiting for me to become the laughingstock, my eyes landed on a red rose burn scar in the corner of the photo. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He hadn't even turned on the bedside lamp. He had no idea that the woman he had just slept with was actually the wife of a psychopathic serial killer.

I followed the amazing scent of hot chocolate and mint I was I closed my eyes and inhaled the amazing smell I smiled and realized I was just a few steps away from meeting my mate

I was already planning what we are gonna do for the rest of our lives and how many kids we will have I thanked the moon goddess silently for this wonderful gift

I followed the scent to the big bizarre kitchen my Father made claiming "you will have space for cooking dear" his gruffy deep voice

No！！！

How could this happen? I shook my head in disbelief my heart beat's pace went up I felt myself getting warm and sweaty I dropped my books

My mouth hung in shock and disbelief my dad looked up and saw me his eyes widened in shock. That's the last thing I saw before falling.

April lives in a small town with her father Chris, the Alpha of their pack. She was told by Chris that her mother died when she was very young. She always knows that her father no longer has a wife because of her.

The pain grows up with her, she expected the pain will be relieved after she turned 18 and everything will be ok.

But what if she is the mate of her father, how will things go on? Will her father accept his ‘daughter’ as his mate or they will still have each other as a family rather than a mate?

Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual themes, taboo relationships, and adult situations. Intended for mature readers only.
I shouldn't get wet at the thought of my stepfather—but I do.
It all started the day we had a business meeting. I'm an intern at his company, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop imagining his long, slender fingers on my body, crossing lines I knew I shouldn't even think about.

My name is Emma, and no—I'm not a beautiful model or a perfect queen. I'm what people call a geek. A nerd. A wallflower who fades into the background.
But this wallflower has dark desires.
I want to be bent over his desk, claimed where no one would dare to look. And I'm willing to do anything to be his—no matter the cost.
Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

"This is completely inappropriate, Mr. Bennett."
"Inappropriate?"
"I'm Blake's girlfriend, and you're his uncle."
Ethan pulled her onto his lap in one motion, biting her lip gently. "Break up with him, be mine."
After finally ending their three-year forbidden relationship that no one knew about, Olivia Reed escaped abroad. Five years later, when she returned to Los Angeles, Ethan buried his face in the crook of her neck: "I only let you go once. Now that you're back, don't think about leaving again."
It was just a chance meeting, yet she could never escape his grasp. It turned out everything had been his long-planned scheme.

I thought the eyes burning into my back for weeks belonged to a stranger. A masked shadow in alleys. A predator in the dark of a mirror maze who pinned me against glass, fingers deep inside me, growling “Red” while he unraveled me… then vanished, leaving me aching and furious.

I never expected him to walk through my front door as my new stepbrother. Tall, inked, with storm-gray eyes that hate me on sight.

Gray warns me to stay away, threatens to devour me if I don’t. We are playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. But the walls between our rooms are thin, his scent lingers in every corner of this sprawling mansion, and every time our paths cross, the air crackles with the same lethal pull that started in the shadows.

He stalked me before he was family. Now he’s under the same roof, watching closer than ever.
Hating me. Wanting me.

And I’m terrified of how badly I want him to finish what he started.

Some obsessions don’t end when the mask comes off. They only get darker… and a whole lot closer to home.

“Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?” He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak.

“That you said ‘yes’ to marrying me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I’ll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa.

“Stay still if you don’t want me to make your night worse,” he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. “Happy anniversary, my fuck toy.” He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp.


Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival.

Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship?


“Fine. I’m leaving and never show you my face.” He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. “Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I’m ready to take any path which leads me to you both.”

My name is Ivanka Marie Harris. I am the black sheep of my family. I have had enough of their mistreatment of me for no reason.
I am tired of begging for love and answers. I am fed up and I am not taking it anymore. I am tired of my sister and cousin trying to steal my identity and my life as well as use me to be their scapegoat.
I just want to get away from my toxic family before they cost me my freedom and my sanity. I have been lucky so far, but I know it won't last forever.

“LOVE LIKE THIS creates a world of emotions and turmoil, describing superbly the mind of a young lady (Keira) and her struggles to balance her social life and her career. Sophie Love is a natural storyteller. LOVE LIKE THIS is very well written and edited, and I highly recommend it to the permanent library of all readers that appreciate a romance that can be savored during a weekend.”--Books and Movie Reviews (Roberto Mattos) LOVE LIKE OURS (The Romance Chronicles—Book #3) is book #3 in a new romance series by #1 bestselling author Sophie Love. The series begins with LOVE LIKE THIS (Book #1), a free download!Keira Swanson, 28, returns to New York City, this time with Cristiano in tow. Having him in New York, and having him meet her family, is culture shock for them both.Keira is soon assigned a new article, her most important yet: a 30 day trip to Paris—with Cristiano in tow. Her assignment: to find out if their love can last in a foreign country, on new ground for them both.As Keira and Cristiano take the romantic trip of a lifetime to Paris, they find their love tested in unexpected ways. When a surprise twist comes their way, everything changes.Can their love withstand it?A whirlwind romantic comedy that is as profound as it is funny, LOVE LIKE OURS is book #3 in a dazzling new romance series that will make you laugh, cry, and will keep you turning pages late into the night—and will make you fall in love with romance all over again.Book #4 will be published soon!“Sophie Love's ability to impart magic to her readers is exquisitely wrought in powerfully evocative phrases and descriptions….[This is] the perfect romance or beach read, with a difference: its enthusiasm and beautiful descriptions offer an unexpected attention to the complexity of not just evolving love, but evolving psyches. It's a delightful recommendation for romance readers looking for a touch more complexity from their romance reads.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan re: For Now and Forever)

Two things matter in my captor’s twisted world of crime…Power and money.
He stole me to gain both.

He’s a coldhearted monster with a reputation for violence.
So how can his touch make me ache with such need?

I refuse his proposal of marriage, of course.
But Anthony Rodriguez didn’t break in to listen to reason.
He’s going to make me his mafia bride.

Whether I want to or not.

I’m the Russian Mafia princess who caught the eye of the enemy.

Being kidnapped is nothing but business.
My dad is going to hunt this ruthless animal down.

That’s what I should be rooting for…

I should hate Anthony Rodriguez.
But when the corded muscles of his tattooed arms pull me in,
I feel safer than I ever have.

He watches me through the security cameras 24/7.
I find power in giving him something to look at.

My entire life has been controlled by my dad. But he is a dangerous stranger in my bed, clamping a rough hand over my mouth and warning me to stay silent.

I don’t know why my father stole from the American mafia when he has everything. And my terrifying intruder doesn’t care about the reason.

He just wants to claim a debt from my quivering body. But under his command and sheets, I’m discovering a new strength. I’m becoming this man's undoing.

Despite being trapped, at his mercy, and stolen from my family…
I might never want to leave my place stationed under him.

‘Kidnapped by my ruthless fiance’ is an enemies-to-lovers, Stockholm syndrome, cartel mafia romance.

''Mate !'' his wolf howled loudly in his head and just when he was about to make a move forward, his father placed his hands on the shoulders of the little girl and said, '' This is Mia, your half sister.'' those words from his father seized his steps.

''I hate you, I hate you with everything in me.'' He yelled and took a step forward to her, while she gulped and took a step backward. ''Your mother conspired with my Father and killed my mother.'' he yelled and yanked her to himself. '' I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life paying for their sins.'' He declared those words as a promise, ignoring the whimpering of his Wolf.

''Why do you hate me so much, I'm your mate for goddess’s sake…'' I tried speaking, but he choked me by the neck and slammed my back to the wall. ''Never, you are not my mate, you are my half sister, my worst enemy and the person I hate the most in this world.'' He yelled with so much disgust.

The minute alpha Ricardo met her he realized she was his mate, but he kept it away from everyone because to him, it was disgusting to be mated to his own half sister.
Just when Ricardo was trying to process everything, his father and mistress got involved in a car accident and died at the spot, leaving him to care and look after Mia, whom he hates so much.
He transferred the anger he had for his father's mistress to innocent Mia. He showed her nothing but pain and hatred, but little did he know that there were so many mysteries left for him to solve.

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A forced marriage between a human girl, ugly and fat at first sight and a very handsome and rich alpha?
Thanks, but no thanks!
For six months she was his luna and yet he has never seen her in this time! He left her alone and lived in his packhouse.
She was underage at the time of their marriage because she was adopted and none knows her real age , but things are never easy in the world of werewolves.
And when you discover after divorcing that your ex-wife was your fated mate , all you have to do is learn that the sky starts at the ankles, right from where you stepped on it.
But Meredith and Max's story is not a sad one. It's just another story about what happens when karma hits you with all its might. It is a story about mistakes , reconciliation and forgiveness. But most of all, it's about love.

“Ahhh… so fucking tight” Zyran growled as he thrusted into her pussy.

“Who owns this filthy mouth of yours?” Damien asked as he thrusted into her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair to guide her movements.


She knew what she was doing was forbidden but she couldn't bring herself to stop it.

She knew the bond they shared was forbidden but she couldn't deny it. Will they be able to give into their heart desires? Or will they just keep each other for pleasure.