4700 Book(s) Related to BROKEN (My bestie and I)

I had one plan for the summer after my college classes ended. I needed a job since I recently lost mine and my apartment. I can’t stay with my brother forever. I need my space back, and I am sure he needs his, too.

But all that is about to change when my brother’s best friend Paxton comes to stay for the summer, and my plans go out of the window.

To the rest of the world, Paxton is a millionaire rockstar who is a bad boy who screws around and is always getting himself into trouble he shouldn’t be. To me, he is the guy who was always around until he left and forgot about me. My first crush. My first love when I was a teenager, even though I knew he would never be mine. Back then, he was a good guy with a huge heart and someone who would do anything for anyone. He had become a shadow of himself.

What I didn’t expect was that one summer would change everything. I didn’t expect Paxton to see me in a different light. I tell myself I am over him and have been for a long time, but things change when we begin to spend more time together. I see the old him coming through, the real him, the one I fell in love with all those years, but none of it matters because nothing can ever happen, no matter how close we become. My brother would kill him. We would never work. I am just an ordinary nerdy girl who loves to lose herself in the world of fiction. And someone like me should never be with someone like Paxton. I would never fit into his new world. He would never be around in mine.

Evangeline’s father secretly borrowed money from the Alpha’s underground empire. When he disappears, the debt falls on her. The Alpha offers a way out: marry him, or suffer the consequences.

Dominic Vaughan, a man whose world is shrouded in mystery and darkness, dealing with the dangerous side of the world finds the little kitten who was abandoned cute so he decided to play with her for a while. But she turned out to be his mate. One who he has been searching for all this while?

Six months after watching her fiancé die in a devastating car crash, Calla West finds herself walking down the aisle toward the wrong man entirely. Adrian Thorne possesses his twin brother’s face but none of Alaric’s warmth—he’s calculating, controlling, and dangerously obsessed with claiming everything he believes should have been his from birth. What begins as a marriage she entered to honor her lost love’s memory rapidly transforms into a suffocating psychological prison built on lies, manipulation, and deadly family secrets that span generations.
Trapped in a union she cannot escape and haunted by a love she cannot forget, Calla must navigate a deadly survival game. The stakes are her freedom, sanity, and the shocking truth about what happened that night.
Some secrets are worth killing for. Others are worth dying to protect.

Alex Rivera has always been the quiet, dependable one—the best friend who stays in the shadows while everyone else shines. For years, he’s hidden his love for his best friend, Ethan Carter, watching him date one woman after another, smiling and wishing him well while his own heart breaks in silence.

When Alex’s family arranges a marriage with Sophia Martinez, a kind and intelligent woman, Alex decides it’s time to let go of his impossible dreams. But on the night before the wedding, Ethan shows up at his door, his eyes filled with anguish. “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling Alex into his arms. “But I love you.”

Now, Alex is torn between the life he’s accepted and the love he’s always wanted. As secrets unravel and emotions run high, Alex must decide whether to follow his heart or honor the expectations of his family. In a world where love isn’t always enough, can Alex and Ethan find a way to be together, or will the weight of tradition tear them apart?

Zara King never planned to kiss anyone that night especially not Ezra Johnson, the cold, magnetic alpha every wolf is warned to avoid. One reckless dare, one accidental kiss, and suddenly her life is spinning out of control.

Ezra isn’t supposed to care.
Orion, her destined mate, isn’t supposed to doubt her.
And Zara isn’t supposed to feel anything for Ezra… but she does.

Now she’s trapped between the man fate chose for her and the man her heart reacts to without permission. Ezra’s presence unsettles her. Orion’s anger confuses her. And Zara’s own emotions become the most dangerous secret of all.

She's a Pack doctor. He's a fugitive Rogue.
For two years, Dr. Nora Caldwell has been healing wounds in the shadows—treating Rogue injuries off the books and gathering evidence that the official narrative is built on lies. But when she's assigned to hunt down a notorious Rogue leader, she realizes the man she's been falling for is the same one she's sworn to destroy, forcing her to choose between duty and truth.
Reth never meant to let her close. As a former operative turned underground revolutionary, he knows that love is a liability and trust is a weapon. But Nora sees past the armor, sees past the scars—and when she discovers what he's really fighting for, she has to make an impossible choice.
Fight for the system that trained her. Or fight alongside the man who could bring it all down—and risk everything she believes in.
In a world where the government manufactures enemies to justify genocide, where genetic purity is law, and where love becomes an act of treason—Nora and Reth must decide if their connection is worth burning everything for.
Sometimes, the most dangerous thing is choosing the truth.

The aliens invaded. A toxic fog rolled in. New York turned into a living hell.
But I was forced into a tight spot. A strict Mother Teresa System bound itself to my soul.
I had to save everyone. Betrayers, killers, enemies—it didn't matter. If I didn't help them, the system would execute me on the spot.
Everyone mocked me.
They thought I was soft. The shelter captain stripped my weapons and threw me out into the dead zone.
They thought I was a dead man walking.
They were wrong.
They didn't know my system rewarded me with the ultimate Light ability.
So, get behind my blade.
I am going to save New York, whether it likes it or not.

When my boyfriend of three years won the student body presidency, I rented out the entire bar to celebrate. But when I came back with the cake, I heard deafening jeers from the private room.
"I bet ten grand I can get her to ditch the engagement her family arranged and elope with me before graduation."
"That uptight bookworm? Sweet-talk her a little and she's wrapped around your finger."
"Guess what would happen if she found out—even the money for my off-campus apartment with Marie came from her part-time jobs. Think she'd go ballistic?"
The cake box slipped from my hands. Cream splashed onto my white sneakers—the ones I'd worked three part-time jobs to afford, the ones he said he loved because I looked so "pure" in them.
Turns out what he loved wasn't my purity, but how cheap and controllable I was.
I didn't storm in and confront him. I simply turned around, stepped over the mess, and walked away.
Everyone seemed to forget—Calvin and I were never equals.
I am Athena Stavros, only heir to one of Europe's old money families.
And this three-year charade of being just another student was about to end.

After I discovered my boyfriend, Julian Vance, was cheating on me, my anxiety spiraled out of control.
It got so bad that I would wake up in the middle of the night, pacing the entire house barefoot just to make sure he was still in the guest bedroom.
To pacify me, Julian had a custom tracking bracelet made. "This way, you can check where I am anytime," he said.
But this very bracelet became the catalyst for an even bigger web of lies.
The first red flag happened when the tracker showed him at City Hall.
I pushed open the heavy doors, only to see my younger brother, Ethan, waving at me.
"Julian left his bracelet in my car yesterday. We were just about to drop it off for you after we finished our errands," Ethan explained smoothly.
The second time, the tracker pinged at St. Mary's Hospital.
I was in the middle of a meeting but rushed straight there the second I saw the red dot.
Pushing open the ward door, I found my Dad sitting on the hospital bed. The bracelet was resting right on his nightstand.
"Perfect timing," Dad said. "Julian came to visit us yesterday and left this behind."
I just nodded, swallowing my doubts.
Until the third time. The tracker pinpointed The Hudson Hotel—right in the middle of a wedding venue.
That sickeningly familiar feeling of dread clawed its way back up my throat.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

No one has ever cleared Wish.
The Boss twists every wish into death.
I should have died first.
Instead, I kissed him.
After that, everyone who hurt me died. The other players called me the Boss's secret wife—and pointed a gun at my head.
To survive, I must uncover his past and make one final wish.
Get it wrong, and I'll be erased.
Get it right, and I may bring the monster back to life.

In the sixth year of my life as a Scale-Stripper, I finally gathered the hundredth vial of Dragon Breath Essence.

I knelt before the altar, cradling the crystal bottle in both hands. The golden light swirling within it cast a warm glow across my scarred knuckles. Six years — six years of wandering the most dangerous battlefields of the Five Clans and the plague-ridden wastelands, using dragon breath to heal the wounded. For every person I saved, I had peeled away a living scale from my own flesh, baring the raw, bleeding meat beneath.

Seven scales left on my back.

Only seven.

But as long as it saved my brother Lucien, it was worth it.

Six years ago, during the Dragon Slaughter War, our parents had been assassinated by humans. An ancient curse had struck Lucien; his scales were crumbling away, day by day. He told me that only a hundred vials of Dragon Breath Essence could break the curse.

I held the crystal bottle out to him, my voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "Lucien, a hundred vials. We finally have enough."

Lucien took the bottle and glanced at it.

Then he tossed it off the altar without a second thought.

I went rigid.

Lucien stood at the top of the altar.

"I was never cursed," he said.

My hands were still cupped in the shape of holding the bottle, all ten fingers suspended in midair.

"Our parents never died, either."

"The Dragon Slaughter War six years ago, I planned it. The only one left crippled, with broken wings, was you."

I run the group. She was a college student I once sponsored.

Because I liked her, I gave her extra help—tuition support, an internship, a place to stay, and quiet access to my world. But we were never official, and nothing inappropriate ever happened.

I thought she understood boundaries. She thought I couldn’t walk away.

At an alumni speech, she built her “survivor” image by hinting she’d been gently controlled and kept on a leash by someone with resources. The clip was edited to perfection and went viral overnight—framed as me “preying on young women.”

Deals froze. A seven-figure contract got shelved. Reporters started circling.

I expected her to stop. On the phone, she laughed: “Attention is opportunity.”

That afternoon, I cut off her card, changed the locks, terminated the internship, and had counsel serve the letter.

She thought I’d soften. I simply made one thing clear: some attraction ends at the line—and some consequences never come with a warning.

"Why are you in my car?" Sammy asked horrified, "And where the hell are your clothes?"

He was sat beside her in nothing but a pair of loose shorts, that left nothing whatsoever to the imagination, and now Sammy was nervous, he was so close, and he smelled surprisingly good.

His stare was intense as he looked into her blue eyes. She was clearly annoyed and uncomfortable, and he feared he may be the cause. But, even so he couldn't walk away.

This beautiful woman was his mate, and he had to fix this, because her current opinion of him, was killing him.

****The Blue Valley Pack, came close to being discovered late one October evening. They were practicing for a haunted house. Ever since, they found people ask less questions if they know a little, and they find that little out, under the pack's control. So, every Halloween since, they open the doors to their pack house and orchestrated a show.

It all went fantastically for six years, until, the beta's mate walked in.... She's human.

Sammy is a sweetheart, she works as a vetinary ranger at a wildlife sanctuary. She rarely goes or sees anyone outside of work, preferring her quiet life.

Then her work mate's buy her a ticket to go with them to see the most amazing haunted house ever.

Her life was much less quiet after that...

"Just this once." Ethan's huge cock thrust hard into me.
He lifted one of my legs and hung it over his shoulder, thrusting so hard I moaned uncontrollably. "God, you're so tight..."
I tried to escape, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him.
I begged, "Let go of me...I'm dying..."

A year ago, Lucy was imprisoned after being framed for intentionally injuring Ivy, her husband Ethan's first love. After being granted family leave, she rushes to visit her ailing grandmother, but Ethan fucks her against her will. He mercilessly make her give a blood transfusion to Ivy, causing her to miss her grandmother’s dying words. Jailed, the only family dead, and her dreams shattered, Lucy is desperate for a divorce from this man who doesn't love her, but Ethan coldly proclaims, "There's only widowhood in the Storm family, not divorce."

Vida had always believed she was nothing more than an ordinary human girl—until fate dragged her into the brutal world of werewolves and bound her to Meredith Ramsey, the cold, untouchable Beta of the Gold Moon Pack. He was her destined mate, the other half of her soul… yet when she looked at him, she felt absolutely nothing.
What Vida never knew was that her inability to love him was never a choice—it was stolen from her.After sacrificing her life to save her best friend, Vida was resurrected by a mysterious force, but the miracle came at a devastating cost. Her memories were shattered, her emotions altered, and the sacred mate bond erased from her senses forever. She returned to life unable to recognize the man fate had chosen for her.

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

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

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

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

I left behind the broken woman they created.

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

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

But he’s too late.

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

And I will never look back.

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Ethan's fingers kept rubbing back and forth on my clitoris, while his penis kept jumping inside my body. Every joint on my body is sore and screaming for the next orgasm. All too quickly, I feel that electric tension winding tighter, a mounting pressure that threatens to shatter me. My hips lift involuntarily, urging him to continue his exploration, silently pleading for the release I’m so close to tasting.

Ethan also kept emitting deep roars in my ear, 'Damn... I'm going to cum... !!!' His impact became more intense and our bodies kept making slapping sounds.

"Please!! Ethan!!"


As the strongest female warrior in my pack, I was betrayed by those I trusted most, my sister and my best friend. I was drugged, raped, and banished from my family and my pack. I lost my wolf, my honor, and became an outcast—carrying a child I never asked for.

Six years of hard-won survival turned me into a professional fighter, fueled by rage and grief. A summons arrives from the formidable Alpha heir, Ethan, asking me to return as a wolfless combat instructor for the very pack that once banished me.

I thought I could ignore their whispers and stares, but when I see Ethan's emerald-green eyes—the same as my son’s—my world tilts.

Selena follows a scent to the cemetery where Kian stands lost in his grief. He couldn't take it to meet his second chance mate and forced her out of his kingdom.

That night she shifted alone on the run with his alpha command over her, she lost everything.

It turns out Selena has a white gifted wolf, and when she tries to find a way to survive on her own, she rescues other people, they become close as a family and start her own pack on the side of the kingdom.

she ends up in the king's prison, mistaken for being a rogue who is fighting against the kingdom.
Kian gets to learn on the way who she is and what a mistake he has done, but winning her over isn't easy.

Selena's pack is hidden from the world because of gifted witches who can shield it. Kian finds her and the pack they end up in a situation with rogues and Selena is about to die. Kian has to save her by marking her and claiming his mate.

Selena refuses to give in to the mate bond, she ends up being kidnapped by her colleague from work that has masked being a vampire and working together with the rogues.

When he tries to take her mate bond away and mark her as his she gets her last gift unlocked and ends up killing them.

kian finds Selena and brings her back to his castle he is about to die and could take her with him to death if she tries to claim him and he doesn't survive. She regrets her decision to not give into the mate bond earlier and despite the warnings claims him as hers and by doing so she saves him from dying.

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“Fuck me,” I mutter, “or kill me. We both know you have to choose.”
He snarls as he wraps his hands around my waist.
“Have you ever been fucked, Lucia Reid?”
It's the first time he's said my real name, and it sends heat sparking between my thighs.
“Of course I’ve had sex.”
He leans in until his mouth is against my cheek and whispers, “That’s not what I asked.”
My toes curl in my expensive heels, my hips rolling against him, and his mouth slants over mine roughly, his hands pushing the material of my dress until it pools at the tops of my thighs.
He pushes into me then until I feel his cock pressing hard against my clothed sex.

“I’ll fuck you so hard, princess,” his mouth is at my ear, “Hard enough for you to forget about all about the Reids and Ardens and everything else that doesn’t matter. I’ll make you forget about every cocky rich boy who ever smiled at you, the ones who couldn’t handle you, and I’ll make you come so hard that by the time I'm done... you’ll have to name me king.”

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"Marry me before I die, and after that, I will make sure your daughter will get a new heart. Just marry me, and say 'I do' in front of my parents." - SPADE CEDRIC VASILE

To fulfill his promise to his parents, Spade was prepared to marry without the binding of so-called love, just a pure contract until his dying day. Yet, would Spade still wish for death when his heart slowly fell for his wife, who wished for nothing more than for his life to be extended? Will the heavens heed his plea to prolong his days, if only to remain with the woman who ignited his desire to live?

"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?"
Once upon One Night Stand in Milan, Italy-
He snuck out in the morning before she woke up. And when she finally woke up, she couldn't remember who the stranger was she had a one night stand with.
Years later, they still couldn't get over each other. He turned into a womanizer to forget her and she remained single, because she couldn't get the One Night Stand out of her head.
They both break their heads to find each other. He is in search of the girl that stole his heart during a One Night Stand and she is for the guy that made her fall in love.
But as the saying goes: "What's meant to be, will find its way back."
Will it be that easy?

I was raised underground, hiding from the monsters who slaughtered my pack. The Blue Moon crest is the only thing I see every night before I close my eyes. Revenge is my only purpose on earth.

And then, I find him. Alpha Lucian of the Blue Moon Pack. The man who rejected me the moment he thought I was human. My mate. My enemy.

But fate twists crueller when I start my revenge. His Enforcer, Darius, carries the other half of my soul and the darker side of my bloodline. He knows how I am, but worse, he knows what I want.
In Blue Moon Park, nothing is as it seems. And if I don't kill the Alpha first, my forbidden second mate will kill me.

Rico was exhausted went he went home, He is a lawyer and he just won another case he handled today. Rico looked at the picture on his desk beside his bed. It was his picture together with Alice… it has been 3 years already when Alice left him without a word. Rico's past with Alice is still fresh in his memory… it's because… Alice is Rico's first love.

3 years ago...

"Will you marry me, Alice?", Rico happily said while on his knee in front of many people. Alice was surprised and she worriedly looked at the people around them.

'Why are you doing this Rico? Stand up, please.", Alice said with worry.

"Then say YES.", Rico smiled with full confidence as if teasing Alice. He is quite sure that he is truly loved by the woman in front of him. Alice gave him everything, her whole self and that is enough proof that she loved him too.

'Rico… I'm not ready..", Alice shyly said. Rico was embarrassed but he didn't remove his happy smile on his pretty face.

'Please stand up!", Alice said and was about to cry. For this reason, Rico panicked when he saw her tears and he hurriedly stood up and went to her.

"Don't cry... I can wait for sure.", Rico assured Alice. Aliced hugged Rico tightly and cried.

"Rico... I love you.", Alice whispered with tears on her eyes.

"I love you more, Alice.", Rico hugged her back and smiled to soothe her.

'Promise… I will wait for you, Alice. You will be the only woman that I will marry because you're the only one I love.", Rico said to her.

The next day, Rico found out that Alice went away without informing him. Her friends told her that she went abroad already. And ever since that day, Rico never saw Alice again. He didn't receive anything from Alice, not a text or call, nothing. It has been 3 years already when Rico had become like this. It has been 3 years since he had been continually enduring the sadness and hoping that one day he will fulfill his promise to Alice… even though there is no assurance that she will go back to him again. Due to this, Rico is incapable of loving other woman than Alice. And if Alice won't come back, his heart will continue being dead when it comes to love.

Vanessa never thought she'd come face to face again with the man who once ruined her life.

But he was back and worse, he had no intention of leaving her alone.

What happens when she crossed paths with the one and only Mordechai Lenetti? Owner of Lenetti's House of Essence. Multi-billionaire. Arrogant. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable.

He was a man who smiled only when necessary and that wasn't often. Mordechai didn't like to be challenged, especially not by people he considered beneath him. The women who warmed his bed knew better than to step out of line. He cared only for himself and his family. No one else mattered.

But when his mother offered Vanessa a job, she had no choice but to take it. She needed the money to finally leave the city.

She had no intention of getting involved with the arrogant man who was now her boss.

But Mordechai knew there was something about her, something different, and he wasn't going to stop until he satisfied his curiosity.

Catastrophe brought them together.

Leandro's from his unfaithful fiancee. The woman whom he thought was different from all the women who have come and gone in his life has no difference at all. Worst than all of them.

And Lorianne is from the tragedy. Her excited vacation turned into a nightmare when the cruise ship she was boarded waved goodbye from the surface of the ocean.

For twenty years, Belle Sloan believed she had the perfect life, a loving husband, a devoted son, and a powerful business empire. But one shocking revelation shatters everything. The son she raised isn't hers. Her husband and stepsister have secretly loved each other for years. And the family she sacrificed everything for was nothing more than a carefully crafted lie.

I was born to be the villain in my twin sister's fairy tale.

Thanks to a fake psychic's prophecy, my parents believed I was a parasite—a cursed child draining Amy's life with every success I had. To ensure she survived her national ballet finals, my father bolted me inside an abandoned meat freezer. Even the boy who once promised to protect me thought I was just throwing a selfish tantrum.

They toasted to Amy's victory in the warm living room. I froze to death in the pitch-black dark below.

When they finally open that iron door to punish me, the cruel joke will be on them. They won't find a daughter to scream at anymore. They will only find a frozen body.

I used to beg for their love, but watching them shatter over my corpse?

I feel absolutely nothing.

Right after the London Fashion Week, my husband unprecedentedly gave me a vacation, arranging a ten-day trip to New York.
I thought he finally learned to be considerate, until I overheard his conversation with our son.
"Dad, if you are marrying Aunt Barbara, what about Mom?" our son asked innocently.
"It's merely a ceremonial engagement," my husband chuckled. "Be a good boy, Oliver. Keep this a secret from Mom, and I'll buy you that limited-edition model airplane."
My mind went blank. I stood frozen for a long while before stepping out onto the terrace to catch the chilling wind.
If he wants to rewrite his past with his first love.
Then I will reclaim the design dream I threw away for him.
Once I leave for New York, I am never coming back.

The apocalypse has arrived, but I am merely the villainous master in a doomsday novel.

The mission given to me by the system is to humiliate my kind-hearted fiancée, Avery.

Looking at the only dry rations left before us, I stomped them into pieces right in front of all the wasteland refugees, grinding them into the muddy ice and snow with the sole of my shoe, and commanded condescendingly:

"Bitch, lick it clean."

Instead of running away, she trembled and knelt before me submissively, lifting her head with a look of near-morbid attachment burning in her eyes.

Wait a minute, didn't the original script say she would become my mortal enemy?

Why is she kissing me?

Twenty-five years of being overlooked.
My husband Steven prefers my best friend Liliana, and my son Terry and grandson Roy treat me like a maid.
I thought I could endure this life forever, but when Steven gave my dream trip to Liliana, I couldn't take it anymore.
I decided to leave and stop wanting their love.

Because of his grandfather's dying wish, Supreme Court Chief Justice Garrick Vance—the most powerful beast-shifter in the city—was forced to marry me, a human court clerk who had secretly loved him for years.

For six years we pretended to be strangers at work while he remained ice-cold toward me and our daughter Wren at home. When his celebrity ex-girlfriend Seraphina returned from overseas, I watched him come alive for another woman—attending her parties, rushing to her side at midnight.

Meanwhile, our five-year-old daughter waited every night for a father who never came home.

The day Wren nearly died from his careless gift, I finally signed the mate bond dissolution papers.

This time, he's lost us forever.

Presley Duval had a nickname for me all through high school. Two-Twenty.
Because at sixteen I weighed 220 pounds.
Thirteen years later she rented out a private beach in Cabo for our class reunion. One rule. Every woman had to show up in a bikini.
She made a point of sending me one.
By the time I got there her phone was already up on a tripod, live. 370,000 people watching.
"She's actually gonna show?" someone asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Presley smiled into the camera. "I had the hotel set aside an extra-large changing tent just for her. Wouldn't want her scaring the other guests when she takes her clothes off."
Everyone around her cracked up.
"I got her a gift, too."
She lifted a pink bag off her chair and pulled out a neon pink bikini. It took two people, one on each end, just to hold it stretched out.
"3XL. I called the company. That's the biggest they make. If it still snaps, that's not on me."
A row of phones went up.
"Don't laugh." She hung the bikini over the back of the chair. "Two-Twenty's had it rough. If I hadn't stayed on her about her weight back then, who knows if she'd even be able to walk through that door today."
"Oh, and I invited someone from Meridian." She lifted her chin. "So certain people can see what a real body looks like. Instead of copying models online and embarrassing themselves."
What she didn't know was that the big shot she kept name-dropping worked for me.
I walked down the boardwalk and stopped right in front of her.
"Where's the tent?"

In my past life, I loved the wrong man, chose the wrong path, and died trapped in an underground prison.

Reborn and given a second chance, facing the choice between the Blackwood brothers, everyone expected me to fall into Kellan's arms again—that once "perfect lover," that demon who tortured me to death.

But this time, I chose his older brother, Kai.

I chose the eldest son rumored to be cold and ruthless, the dangerous man who handled "gray business" overseas, the only person who bled for me in my previous life.

When I took Kai's hand in front of everyone, Kellan lost his mind, and so did my twin sister Aria.

"You love me!" Kellan screamed hysterically. "How could you choose that cold-blooded bastard?"

I smiled calmly: "Because this time, I'm choosing someone who truly loves me."

The pain of my past life won't repeat itself. The revenge of this life has only just begun.

When my best friend’s biological father found her, she became the heiress to a crime family.

I was the extra baggage she insisted on bringing home. My greatest talent? Making one penny do the work of eight.

She handed me $450 million and put me in charge of the family’s new project.

I couldn’t bear to spend it. I paid out just $7,500.

Then the project collapsed. The family’s captains turned against her, and a rival boss showed up with his men waiting downstairs.

The girl who’d been raised in her place slid a transfer agreement across the table.

“Give me your shares. Walk away from the family. And I’ll make sure your gold-digging little friend gets out alive.”

With tears in her eyes, my best friend pressed her last bank card into my hand.

But I couldn’t stop staring at two words in the agreement:

Without compensation.

Before she could sign, I lunged forward and tore it to pieces.

“Hold on.”

“For seventy-five hundred dollars, you get the docks, the house—and her?”

My life had been a nightmare until one accident changed everything.
One moment, I was the girl Ethan Blake rejected without a second glance.
The next, I woke up inside his body.
Ethan Blake.
Captain of the hockey team. King of the campus. The same guy who told me to stop wasting everyone's time and just die.
Now I wore his face, carried his name, and lived his life.
And I remembered every cruel thing he had done to me.
So I started returning the favor.
I smiled in front of his friends while tearing apart his perfect reputation piece by piece. I turned his world upside down while everyone still believed I was him.
But Ethan wasn't gone.
And he wasn't willing to stay silent.
The more I took from him, the more desperate he became to reclaim his body.
Even if it meant coming back to me—
On his knees.
Begging.

BLURB

My breath hitched, my chest heaving as Salvatore's finger thrust into my pussy. I clenched my teeth, my fingers squeezing the bedsheets as I shamelessly parted my legs even wider.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was a low growl.

“No,” I breathed. “Faster…please,” I moaned loudly.

I knew Salvatore's and my attraction to each other was forbidden; he was the heir to a wealthy family, and I was just a maid in his house. But I have had an attraction to him since I met him and couldn't control it.

We both couldn't.


Lyra Whitman is from a poor home and has faced constant bullying in school. She and her mother finally moved away to a new city, where they her mother works as a maid for the Sinclair's, one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the county.

Lyra cannot help but fall for their son, and she is surprised to see that he feels the same. Knowing the dangers of being together due to their different backgrounds, they are forced to navigate their relationship in secret.

Three days before my wedding, I found a spreadsheet on my fiancé’s laptop.
It was called Operation Prank Nora.
Five years of my life, itemized and checked off. The fake terminal diagnosis. The fellowship I gave away. The condo I signed over to my best friend.
And one new row, still blinking: Fake wedding.
My fiancé. My best friend. My stepbrother. The doctor who told me I was dying. They’d built a group chat around my tears and a running bet on when I’d figure it out.
They thought I’d cry. They thought I’d hand Ethan to Maddie with my blessing, like a good dying girl.
Instead, I made one phone call to my wedding planner.
On Saturday, two hundred guests are going to see a slideshow.
I won’t be there to watch.

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

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

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

On the execution platform, my noble and beautiful wife used her dagger to carve open my chest.
My nominal adopted son pressed a red-hot iron into my skin, branding me with the "F"-class mark of the lowest outcast, draining my transcendent bloodline dry.
"The Storm Kingdom has no use for a cripple with zero beast-spirit affinity. You belong rotting in the abyss!"
They cut the chains and kicked me into the Black Abyss—a place from which no one returns—then turned to carve up my throne.
They thought I was as good as dead.
They had no idea that the deepest darkness of that abyss harbored the most terrifying ancient demon in existence.
Two weeks later, as they raised their glasses to toast the new king's coronation, I kicked down the castle gates, wielding the ember-fire of annihilation and a tide of ten thousand beasts.
Looking down at the woman who once stood so high above me, now groveling in the mud and begging for mercy, I tossed the bloodstained broken blade onto the hem of her dress:
"Remember this forever—it was you who took a nobody you crushed beneath your feet and turned him into a king you'll kneel before and never win back. Now, hand over your lives."

At fifteen, my parents died on their way of volunteer teaching in underprivileged areas. I was adopted by the Miller family’s Don, Vincent and was brought up by himself. For ten years, he hauled me out of the mud, gave me a home, gave me favor no one else got and taught me what a “family” was supposed to mean.
On my eighteenth birthday, I climbed onto his bed and kissed him.
He called me disgusting with a face like ice. Later, he brought Isabella home, forced me to be her bridesmaid, and made me go with her to pick out wedding dresses and jewelry.
One shove from her was all it took for him to lock me in a pitch-black confinement room and he even had the light removed.
That was when I finally understood: everything I had could be taken back from me at any moment.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

My sister took the blame for me and died in the Abyss Dungeon.

For five years, I knelt at her grave and wept. My husband Jack gently wiped away my tears and told me everything would be alright.

Until the day I ran into a woman at the mall.

The way she held her coffee cup. Her favorite phrase. The slight lift of her ring finger — every detail was identical to my dead sister.

I followed her to a villa on the outskirts of town.

The door opened.

The woman who greeted her was the rival who had fallen to her death from a cliff five years ago.

And the man who stepped out of the car and kissed that rival on the lips — was my husband.

That night I confronted Jack. He simply sighed:

"The truth? Is it really that important?"

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

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

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

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

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

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

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

Taken by four mafia men


“Kiss back” he mumbles, and I feel rough hands all over my body giving me tight squeezes as a warning not to piss them off further. So I give in. I begin to move my mouth and open my lips slightly. Jason wastes no time devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Our lips doing the tango, his dominance winning the race.

We break away, breathing hard. Next, Ben turns my head to face him and does the same thing. His kiss is definitely softer but just as controlling. I moan into his mouth as we continue to exchange saliva. He tugs my bottom lip slightly in his teeth as he pulls away. Kai pulls my hair, so I am looking up, his large frame towering over me. He bends down and claims my lips. He was rough and forceful. Charlie followed and was a mix. My lips feel swollen, my face feels all hot and flushed, and my legs feel like rubber. For some murdering psychotic assholes, damn can they kiss.

Aurora has always worked hard. She just wants to live her life. By chance, she met four mafia men Jason, Charlie, Ben and Kai. They are the ultimate dominants in the office, on the streets, and definitely in the bedroom. They always get what they want and THEY SHARE EVERYTHING.

How will Aurora adjust to having not 1 but 4 powerful men showing her the pleasure she only ever dreamed of? What will happen when a mysterious someone shows interest in Aurora and shakes things up for the notorious mafia men? Will Aurora finally submit and acknowledge her deepest desires or will her innocence be forever ruined?