4330 Book(s) Related to my lady just wants to relax

⚠️ MATURED CONTENTS

"I am so sorry about that. She knew we were in a casual relationship. I didn't think she would do that." Lucas's feeble apology fell short as he tried to touch me, only to be met with my recoiling form.

"Let's end it here. Whatever it is that we're doing, let's just end it all." I declared, my voice a mix of hurt and anger as I stormed away, leaving behind a shattered connection that had promised more than it could deliver.

Aria and Lucas patted ways in college on bitter terms. Just as Aria believes she's moved on. Later, she meets Lucas again, reigniting a storm of lingering emotions. Can they navigate the echoes of their past and forge a new chapter, or are some heartstrings destined to stay entangled?

Sheila moaned into his mouth, her fingers slipping away from his neck and then traced under his shirt, nails grazing his skin.
Arthur growled in response, heat surging through him like wildfire.
She had let loose his last string of restraint, and all he wanted—all he fucking wanted—was to bury himself inside her, to claim every inch of her until she forgot every other man who had ever touched her.
......
Due to infertility, Sheila was mocked by her husband, Jacob, and his family, and her life also became a nightmare.
Unable to bear it any longer, she decided to divorce and indulged herself overnight at a lavish party, hoping to bury the past with the warmth of a stranger. But she never dreamed that the mysterious man she lingered with that night was Arthur, the company's new largest shareholder—a man with whom she had inadvertently formed a bond.
Not only that, just when Sheila was in trouble, Arthur threw her a one-year marriage contract. Will she watch everything come to nothing, or bind herself to this unpredictable man?
As sparks fly and secrets unravel, Sheila must navigate a dangerous game of power, love, and redemption.
Will she find true freedom in this unexpected alliance, or is she trading one set of chains for another?

"I Thiago Osvaldo reject you Odette Orson as my mate and future Luna of this pack!!!" He yelled out as I halted in my tracks for a second. Odette, an unwanted omega born from the beta of the Paxon pack, has experienced this reality firsthand. Deemed worthless, Odette is rejected by her mate and have a one night stand with a stranger. She is claimed by the ruthless Lycan king, Logan Wyatt who turned out to be her second chance mate and the father of her unborn babies. Unknown to Odette, she is catapulted into a world filled with mysteries and dark secrets lurking around the kingdom.

Diana was only four when her family was brutally wiped out, leaving her with nothing but fragmented memories of that night. Raised by a secret biker club, she was trained to become a human weapon, beautiful enough to lure powerful men into traps and deadly enough to finish the job.

When Diana fought for the freedom she was promised, the club marked her for death. Wounded and running for her life, she was rescued by Alexandro Massimo, the most feared mafia biker in Athens. Lethal, strikingly handsome, and ruthlessly powerful, he offered her a deal for a new identity and her freedom, provided she used her skills to hunt his enemies.

Their partnership started with cold hatred, but she never expected the dangerously possessive man who began seeing her as something far more valuable than a weapon.

But as the secrets surrounding her family's murder began to surface, Diana discovered that the man she decided to trust hid a secret that could change how she saw him.

She had escaped one man who wanted to own her, only to become the obsession of the most dangerous man she had ever known.

The world is in ruins due to an alien invasion. In the midst of the chaos, humans live in misery and there are only two choices for humans, namely to become homeless people begging for food on the surface of the earth or to become 'Mutiiner' who dare to rebel against the aliens. Alice is sold by her parents to one of the Mutiiner groups, Alice who was initially afraid that she would be used as a slave there instead became the lover of the captain of the Mutiiner group. Is it possible for Alice to be loved sincerely? Or will Alice face an even more difficult life?

After werewolves took over the world and became its supreme ruler, human women (ages between 18 and 35) were locked away in dungeons then forced to become the s*x slaves of male werewolves who had failed to find their mates. Once you are chosen by a werewolf, you will become their possession for the rest of your life.

Sarah Fibb is a s*x slave who had been in the dungeons for five years. After being there for so long, she had lost the hope of ever being chosen by a werewolf. But one night, a strange thing happened... She got claimed by Damon Kalesto; the Alpha King.


Damon Kalesto is the ruthless Alpha King. He rules by instilling fear into everyone around him. He doesn't believe in love nor fate, so he was convinced that he would not succumb to the mate bond...but all it took was one look for him to fall in love with Sarah Fibb.

"I could fuck the shit out of you right here and now, Rhea, and nothing would happen to me. My body is ready for you."
He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his voice a low growl.
"I dare you to say I can't."
At twenty-two, Rhea Grayson thought heartbreak was the worst thing life could throw at her. She was wrong.
With nowhere else to go, she accepts a job at the lair of a feared Alpha—Adrian Raven, a man known for his cruelty, power, and the way no one ever stays by his side for long. He wants to own her, to control her... yet refuses to claim her.
Rhea is human—or so she believes. Terrified of werewolves and desperate to stay invisible, she has no idea that her existence is tied to an ancient secret. One that could change the balance of power forever.
Adrian is cursed by a force so dark it fuels his rage and hunger. He rejects fate, convinced that love is a weakness that only leads to death. But no matter how hard he fights it, his bond to Rhea grows stronger—more dangerous—with every passing day.
Because some bonds cannot be denied. Some truths refuse to stay buried. And in a world where loving the wrong Alpha can get you killed, desire may be the deadliest mistake of all.

“Get in the coffin, Nomon. This time, you belong to me.”

Alaina is the Hunter Association’s deadliest weapon—a fearless woman hiding a lethal secret. To earn the antidote keeping her alive, she must tame Nomon, the ancient vampire progenitor who once treated humans as nothing more than livestock.

Two thousand years old, ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to kill, Nomon has never bowed to anyone. But Alaina has something he never expected: blood that can bring even him to his knees.

Their battle becomes a dangerous game of chains, blood contracts, and calculated seduction. He swears to make her regret capturing him. She swears she will never surrender her heart to a monster.

But when his revenge turns into real desire, and her mission begins to feel like betrayal, one question could destroy them both: What happens when the hunter falls for the monster she was ordered to break?

Road to Joy
Join the members of the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club as they prepare for their Christmas Celebration. Revisit your favorite characters during the most festive holiday of the year.
Unwrapped
Christmas is approaching for the Dogs of Fire and Burning Saints Motorcycle Clubs, but rather than the usual holiday cheer, the air is filled with the tension of a brewing civil war.
The Gresham Spiders, a local 1% MC, is hellbent on expansion and both clubs lie directly in their path. Will assistance from an outside ally help diffuse the situation long enough to keep the peace during the holiday season?
Join Hatch and Minus, along with these two beloved MCs, as they celebrate the holidays and try to keep their clubs from splintering under the pressure.
Rocky Mountain Christmas
Mouse
There's only one gift I want this Christmas, but the closer I get to Kennedy, the more she pushes me away. I'll do whatever it takes to get onto her nice list, even if it means riding my bike all the way to the North Pole and strong-arming Santa myself.
Kennedy
I have two choices. Open myself up to a man who has the power to shatter me. Or run and protect my heart once and for all. The problem is, a murderous Douglas Fir gets in the way of my perfectly planned escape.
Is it a sign, or merely a roadblock on the path to finding true love?
And does a scrooge like me, even deserve to find herself under the mistletoe this Christmas?

"You are naked," Josh commented.

"No-no… I…" she began to stutter, earning a small smile from Josh. "I am not."

"Come out from the stream then," he said with a lopsided smirk, moving dangerously closer to her.


Born of the lowest rank, Olivia has suffered greatly as an Omega Werewolf. After facing a pack attack, she was saved by a strange man who sold her off to be a slave. As she begins serving as a slave for a werewolf pack, she is captured by rogues.

After finally escaping from a group of dangerous rogues, she finds herself facing rejection yet again when she learns that she is mated to the Cursed Alpha, Josh who is the most feared, ruthless, and deadliest werewolf in the world.

Josh ruled with an iron hand, was merciless and dangerous just the way he wanted it. He knew he had no chance at love, and discovering he had a mate was out of the question. Mates are weaknesses, and his parents were the perfect example of why he should not be mated. Then, what was the Moon Goddess thinking, mating him with an Omega?

Kyra has spent years as Alpha Ethan's slave, plotting his death with every breath. When his son Damon her tormentor and bully drags her over a cliff's edge, she expects to die.

Instead, she wakes up to her worst nightmare.

The intoxicating scent filling her senses belongs to Damon—the man who tormented her, mocked her, made her life hell.

He's her fated mate.

“I reject you, Damon. I reject this bond."

“No."

“What do you mean, no?"

“I don’t accept your rejection, Kyra. You are bound to me forever."

Now they're trapped together—lost, hunted, and bound by a mate bond she'd rather die than accept. But with bounty hunters closing in and enemies on all sides, Kyra faces an impossible choice:

Trust the man who destroyed her... or lose everything she's fought to survive for.

What happens when your soulmate is your greatest enemy?

Innocent Sally Greens is made to replace her sister Renae at the altar in a bid to secure a very important partnership between her family and The ruthless Colbert Family. Her marriage is doomed before it even begins and soon enough she finds herself entangled in a web she created. On one hand is her loving obsessed husband and on the other hand is the promise she made to Renae in exchange for a sisterly love. The story uncovers a lot of dark secrets about the main objective of the marriage, family ties and deep rooted betrayal from hidden characters. Will innocent Sally evolve into a ruthless character to protect the ones she love?.

Virelle Solen has failed her Witch Certification three times. She’s broke, her magic fizzles more than it sparkles, and her landlord is threatening to evict her.

In a desperate attempt to look legit, she orders a discounted Familiar on WitchyWish — guaranteed companionship and a boost to her powers!

What arrives is not a cat.

It’s Rowan. Six-foot-two, silver-haired, scowling, and wearing what used to be her curtains because her spell shredded his clothes. He is a cat — just… conditionally. Turns out he’s a cursed shapeshifter from the prestigious Familiar Agency, and every time Virelle sneezes, hiccups, or gets flustered (which is often around him), he poofs back into a very large, very judgmental cat.

Now they’re magically bonded for 30 days. If they can’t prove their partnership works, Virelle loses her magic forever and Rowan stays trapped as a cat permanently.

The only problem? Virelle is starting to like both versions of him a little too much. Especially the one who sleeps on her pillow and brings her dead enchanted socks as gifts.

Dragons not allowed inside

Nobody in the Vlade kingdom would dare to place such a sign outside their workshop but the mage, Raven Dameris was far from nobody. She didn't care to please the dragons who had subjugated the kingdom after a decade-long war that took her grandmother with it and set the rest of her life to flames. She never planned to break that rule until the Dragon Duke appeared, making an exchange she couldn't refuse; Her late grandmother's grimoire to fix a simple stop watch. She begrudgingly accepts the deal, not expecting that it would hurl both of them into a past long forgotten where the skies were still blue and the streams were not clotted with the residue of dark magic.

Irina Alexei never thought she would marry her family's enemy, Roman Atono. Irina Atono, the hidden and only daughter of Atono Alexei who has been hidden from the underworld her whole life to save her from the enemies of her father was fed with the news that she was going to be betrothed to not any guy but the Don of the Atono Family, and the biggest threat to her family business. Irina was betrothed to Roman in assurance of the agreement deal Roman and her father had to thrive against the strong enmity both parties are facing from the third mafia family.

They had a flash marriage despite the strong opposition from both families. Roman made her life miserable in the first few months of the marriage before he started falling for her. The marriage was going fine until she met with the Atono family, the family of her husband—the family that reeks of villainous acts. Their common goal is one thing: to eliminate Irina. Her husband, Roman, tried saving her from his family, but it was almost impossible.

“I'll ruin and destroy you just like you did to me years ago, Evie Faye.” He growled against my ear.

“May the best player win, Asher Blackwood.” I retorted.


A: Arrogant.
S: Savage.
H: Heartless.
E: Exasperating.
R: Ruthless.

That's what Asher Blackwood should mean.

At least, that's what I tell myself whenever I'm forced to stand in front of the man who once owned my heart and now wants nothing more than to destroy me.

He's the ruthless captain who owns the ice, the man every woman wants, and the one man I should stay far away from.

Because five years ago, I broke his heart and disappeared.

What he never knew was that he broke mine first.

I left with nothing but a shattered heart and a promise to one day make him pay.

I thought five years would be enough to make him forget me but I was wrong.

Now I'm back, and Asher hasn't forgotten a damn thing.

He hates me.

I hate him too.

But living under the same roof turns our hatred into a dangerous game of sharp words, burning glares, and feelings neither of us wants to admit.

Then I made the biggest mistake of all when I started fake dating Ryder Blackwood, Asher's stepbrother, biggest rival, and the one man Asher can't stand.

Asher claims he doesn't care but his jealousy says otherwise.

And when one reckless night turned our hatred into undeniable desire, revenge began to look dangerously close to obsession.

But I've kept a secret that could destroy everything between us for five years.

Because when Asher finally discovers the real reason I left, he may never forgive me.

And this time, running away won't save me as Asher Blackwood has made his claim.

After we divorced, I went to a psychiatrist when I felt that I needed to be fixed. The doctor said it was called Stockholm Syndrome, the violence that had bound me for the past three years had to end immediately, but my ex-husband Andrew always chased me everywhere.

"Emma, this is a big night for the pack. The Alphas gathered here tonight could be important potential allies. You need to make a good impression." My father said.
"Potential husbands for your daughter, you mean?" I retort. "The way you used Mom to make an alliance before casting her aside when your 'true mate' appeared."
I cast a disdainful glance at Lisa, my father's 'true mate'. Her smile tightens but, for once, she doesn't speak.
"Mind your tone," my father snarls a warning, "At least your mother knew her place. You would do well to remember yours."
"My place? Is that what you call this? So you're grooming me to be like Mom. To be used and then thrown away when a prettier option appears?"
"That's enough!" My father grinds his teeth. "You will do exactly what I say for once. You'll meet whoever I want you to meet. You'll play nice and do what's best for the pack."
"I'm not going to repeat your mistake, I'm not going to end up like Mom!"


Emma, the daughter of the Alpha of the SilverPine Pack, grew up witnessing her father secure power through a political marriage to her mother. But when he found his true mate, he reduced Emma's mother to a slave and allowed Lisa to humiliate and torment her. This painful experience made Emma swear never to repeat the same fate or become a sacrifice for pack alliances.
Forced to attend the Choosing Party by her father, Emma rebels and escapes, unexpectedly sharing a one night stand with Ethan, Alpha of the IronClaw Pack. What she thought was a fleeting encounter shocks her when she discovers Ethan is the very match her father arranged for her.
Though drawn to Ethan, the shadow of her mother's suffering haunts Emma. She vows to find her true mate within 30 days or... do whatever it takes to make Ethan willingly give up the marriage...

In the heart of a high-security men's prison, Liberty Lockwood, a brilliant yet repressed criminal psychologist, embarks on a groundbreaking experiment. As the sole female inmate among a sea of hardened criminals, she becomes the focal point of an electrifying social study.

Her mission: to understand the impact of a female presence on incarcerated men. But what begins as a professional endeavor quickly transforms into a tantalizing journey of unexpected desire and danger.

Surrounded by inmates craving female company, Liberty catches the eye of a notorious prison gang, drawing her into a perilous game of possession and control. In this treacherous world of mob bosses, hitmen, and twisted admirers, she finds herself teetering on the edge between survival and surrender.

As alliances form for her protection and boundaries blur, Liberty grapples with her own desires, discovering a world of thrilling passion she never dared to explore. Can she maintain her professional facade amidst the chaos of temptation and danger? Or will she succumb to the alluring pull of the unexpected romance blossoming within the confines of the prison walls?

In a deep, rough voice, he says, "I am the one whose brother died because of you."
"Sign it… or I shoot."
My hands tremble as I take the pen, tears blurring my vision, yet I have no choice but to sign.
"From today onward, you are dead to the world."
His tone is slow, poisonous.
"Your breath belongs to me."
"Your life… your death… all in my hands."
"Everything you are… is mine."
I am trapped in a marriage I never wanted.
For him, this marriage is just a deal, a way to increase his power. For me, it is a living hell.
He is the Mafia King, ruthless, terrifying, and stone-hearted. He believes I am guilty, and for him, this marriage is not a relationship but a punishment.
A crime I never committed, yet he turns me into a criminal and takes revenge every moment for his brother's death.
This is not a marriage. It is a fate worse than death.
Every day, I live as someone who is already dead to the world. Every night, I suffer under his control for a sin that was never mine.
But as the truth slowly begins to surface, everything starts to change.
Will I escape this nightmare, or will I be destroyed by the man who controls my life?

[Welcome home, Last Heir. Welcome to the Timekeeper’s Haven. It’s time to learn how to farm hearts and time itself!]

She is the last Timekeeper elf who swore never to trust a dragon.
He is the feared Dragon Lord who has never heard the word no.

When Thalassa repairs an enchanted pocket watch brought to her by Lord Aurel, the impossible happens—the artifact sends them fifty years into the past.

Stranded in an unfamiliar era, the sworn enemies have no choice but to hide their identities and pretend to be newlyweds in a quiet village.

Between nosy neighbors, running a tiny magical repair shop, and watching a proud Dragon Lord struggle with cooking, chores, and ordinary life, Thalassa begins to glimpse the lonely man beneath the ruthless legend.

Fortunately, she has an unexpected advantage: a mysterious familiar, a magical space of her own, and a system that rewards her for completing tasks.
Unfortunately, some of those tasks involve the Dragon Lord himself.

[Chime!]
+5 Heartstring

[Feat Unlocked: Stomp the Dragon Lord’s Pride!]
Notice: Lord Aurel’s pride has been stomped alongside his dignity.

“Ha! Take that, Husband!”

But somewhere between shared meals, playful arguments, and a marriage that was only supposed to be pretend, the impossible happens…
The Dragon Lord she was supposed to hate becomes the man she can’t live without.

Then her young grandmother sees the pocket watch—and recognizes a secret buried in time that could change their lives forever.

[Chime!]
+15 Heartstring Tokens
[Feat Unlocked: Melted the Dragon Lord’s Heart with Vulnerability!]

“Ha! Who’s the emotionally vulnerable one now, Your Highness?”

[Chime!]
−5 Heartstring Tokens
[Penalty: Undeniable Physical Attachment to the Dragon Lord!]

“EXCUSE ME?! Since when does he get to conquer me?!”
Current Balance: 73 Heartstring Tokens

For twenty years, Lyra Solis was the perfect daughter, the perfect socialite, and the perfect fiancée. But the moment the Solis family’s biological daughter, Seraphina, returned from the Outer Rim, Lyra’s life became an expired contract.
The betrayal was total: her parents turned their backs, and her fiancé—the man she was supposed to spend her life with—spent his sacred Alpha rut in the arms of her sister.
To seal Lyra’s fate, Seraphina committed the ultimate crime: she hacked Lyra’s terminal to submit a Genetic Pairing Application. Under Alpha Prime Interstellar Law, the match is permanent. The bond is unbreakable. And the recipient is random.
Lyra didn't cry. She didn't beg. She simply walked away from the only home she ever knew to meet the stranger the system had chained her to.
She expected a commoner. She expected a life of obscurity.
Instead, she found Valerius Thorne.
He is a vision of lethal beauty: ink-black hair, violet eyes, and nine shimmering silver tails that speak of a lineage long thought extinct. Trapped in a violent, drug-induced rut and hunted by assassins, the Nine-Tailed Prince of the Empire is at his most vulnerable. When he clings to Lyra, whispering, "My star, did you come to take me home?" Lyra says yes.
What Lyra doesn't know is that she is a Null-Frequency, the only genotype in the galaxy capable of taming the most powerful Alpha in existence.
The Solis family thinks they threw her to the wolves. They have no idea she’s coming back at the side of a God.

“You are bound to me... You are bound to the notorious vampire king, my dear Athena,”

Athena Silvestri was born a hunter who was committed to her mission to avenge mankind from the hands of the evil creatures wandering in the forest and in the streets to penalize them for their crimes. Not until she encounters this irritating notorious vampire king, Arius Walther who is claiming her as his property. Athena was about to slay the vampire king, however, she realized of creating a game to capture all of her prey including the vampire king. Little did she know that even Arius had a plan for her.

In the game of love and hunting, who's heart will be the strongest? Who loses first?

"Mr. Wolfe's daughter needs a live-in caretaker. You will handle her meals, her studies and her daily supervision."
"Wait… a nanny?"
"Not just a nanny. A live-in housekeeper and companion. Full access. Housing, transport and excellent pay."
I blinked. "How excellent?"
"Six figures annually," Dana replied.
Rennie Brooks was not looking for a miracle. She only wanted to survive. With one hundred and two dollars in her account, an empty fridge and no one left to rely on, she never expected a desperate phone call to lead her into the estate of billionaire Shawn Wolfe. He is powerful, distant and impossible to read. Years of heartbreak and a toxic past with his ex-wife have turned him into a man who trusts no one. His daughter, Diane, is known for chasing away every nanny who steps through the door.
Until Rennie arrives.
From the moment she enters the Wolfe mansion, everything begins to shift. The cold silence softens. Diane attaches herself to Rennie with surprising devotion. The staff breathe easier. And Shawn, who once believed his heart was permanently locked, starts to feel something he has not felt in years.
To everyone else, Rennie is simply the hired help.
Behind closed doors, the truth is very different. Their connection grows in quiet moments and lingering glances. It is forbidden, risky and too intense to ignore.
He is her employer.
She lives under his roof.
No one, not even his daughter, can know what is happening between them.
But some feelings refuse to stay hidden.
They rise, they consume and they change the course of every life they touch.
Sometimes love does not wait for permission.
Sometimes it enters without warning and refuses to leave.

When Claire lost their unborn child, Ethan was in Finland—with another woman.
He didn’t ask why she had gone to the hospital. He only demanded that she visit his mother, surrender their bedroom to his beautiful colleague, and stop “making a scene.”
Then he destroyed the last piece of art Claire’s mother had left behind and locked Claire in a room while she begged him to take her to the hospital.
So Claire left her engagement ring on the counter and disappeared.
By the time Ethan learned the truth, she had already built a new life beneath the northern lights.
Now he is ready to sacrifice everything to win her back.
But some apologies arrive after love is already gone.

I thought I was the perfect wife and mother, until I heard my husband outside his office, laughing, calling me a "prison warden" and planning to use our daughter as cover while he ran off to Tuscany with his grad student.

Everything fell apart. Then my daughter, in front of everyone: "That's just our annoying nanny."

I tried to hold on to what was left of our family, but my daughter shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby, and my husband just checked his watch while I bled out on the floor.

They locked me in and left for Italy.

Alone in the hospital, they told me I'd lost the baby and had "memory damage."

Now they're back, expecting the same obedient wife.

She's gone.

And I'm done loving them.

To buy my freedom, I made a deal with my father. I would play Lorenzo Hale’s fiancée, his shield, until he took the throne as Don. Then I’d swallow a black-market drug, fake my death.
For five years, I took bullets for Lorenzo. I tasted poison meant for him. I bled for him more times than I can count. The whole underworld said Corinne Moretti loved Lorenzo Hale so much it made her crazy.
The day he finally became Don, he married my sister Blair, declaring he would keep me as his mistress.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply started counting the days.
The drug was already in my blood. Seven days, and I’d be gone.
But by the time Lorenzo finally decided he wanted me to stay, I was already “dead.”

I was reborn on the eve of the arranged marriage, and the first thing Liana and I did was swap our marriage contracts.
In my past life, gentle Liana had married Kael, the cold and ruthless Alpha of the Wolf Clan.
But Kael always put the scheming daughter of his savior first, condemning my cousin to a lifetime of endless grievance and suffocating misery.
As for me, with my fiery temper, I’d been wed to a mediocre, weak Beta.
He spent every day complaining that I “wasn’t a woman at all”. Endless quarrels and the crushing burden of the family eventually led me to a tragic end—dying exhausted on the battlefield.
Now I opened my eyes again, staring at the fateful marriage contract on the nightstand. I clenched my fists and looked at my teary-eyed cousin.
“Tomorrow, you’ll marry that Beta. And as for that cold-blooded Alpha? I’ll take care of him.”

Violet Lawson thought the worst part of her life was loving a man who never truly saw her.

Married to the cold and ambitious Dave Belmont, she played the role of the quiet, elegant wife for years, until she discovered his affairs, buried under a pile of lies. But instead of crumbling, Violet outplayed him.

She tricked Dave into signing divorce papers he didn’t even bother reading, sealing her freedom behind a well-practiced smile.

Her plan was simple: wait out the final month, walk away with her pride and a payoff, and never look back.

But everything shatters the moment she steps out of the shower and finds Lucien Belmont, Dave’s half-brother, in her bedroom, shirtless, uninvited, and unapologetically amused.

Lucien, the elusive black sheep of the Belmont family. The one she’d only seen three times in all her years with Dave. He’s never around, always drifting from country to country, scandal to scandal, yet somehow, this house that Violet has called hers… belongs to him.

What begins as a tense confrontation turns into a dangerous entanglement. Lucien knows more than he lets on. And the fire between them? It’s not just attraction, it’s trouble. Because while Dave was Mr. Wrong, Lucien might just be worse. Or, he might be exactly what Violet never saw coming.

I died watching my fiancé check another woman for scratches while three bullets tore through my chest.

I was his human shield. She was his true love.

Then, I blinked—and I was back. Reborn on the exact day I was supposed to sign our Mafia marriage pact.

Matteo slammed the sacred blood-oath on the desk. "Sign the damn paper, Serena. And stop being jealous of Anna. She’s fragile."

He wanted me to be his Donna. To run his casinos, bleach his dirty money, and take the bullets, while he played house with his sickly-sweet stepsister.

In my past life, I cried and signed my soul away.

This time? I smiled. I picked up the gold pen and signed the Bride line.

But I didn't write my name. I wrote Anna.

I tossed the contract at his chest, packed my bags, and walked out of the underworld forever.

Have a nice wedding, Matteo. Let's see how long your empire survives when your fragile little princess gets the throne.

A vampire can only share a blood pact with one mate. My husband, Duke Vincent, and I have been in love and bound by our pact for ten years. Back then, he swore his loyalty to me before the vampire gods.

But today, as his cursed first love lies dying, he hands me a vial of the oblivion draught and forcibly breaks our bond.

"Elara, Camilla is dying. Just give me three days. Let me fulfill her dream of a blood wedding."

"I don't want you to hurt. This draught just causes temporary amnesia. Once the wedding ends in three days, I'll go to the capital and get the antidote. You'll remember me, and we'll bind a much grander blood pact."

I stare at his uncompromising expression. Then I take the vial and swallow the potion without a second thought.

What Vincent doesn't know is that I brewed this oblivion draught myself.

There is absolutely no antidote.

In three days, I'll not only forget him completely, but I'll also head to the human capital to start my new job at the Royal Potion Workshop.

I was always the last one picked.
In gym class, nobody wanted me on their team until there was no one else left.
At White Elephant exchanges, I always ended up with the worst gift.
Even when classmates invited me out to eat, I somehow wound up covering the bill.
Then I went to college and met Brooke, who always saved me a seat, and Ethan, my boyfriend, who stepped in whenever things got awkward.
For three years, we did everything together.
We rushed to eight a.m. lectures, split DoorDash delivery fees, and walked back from the library at two in the morning after late-night study sessions.
When my parents divorced and neither seemed to want me, Brooke and Ethan stayed.
They even set their phones to alert them whenever I texted.
For the first time, I believed I'd found people who would never leave me behind.
Then came the night of our final exams.
We were at a party on the second floor of a downtown hotel when every phone in the room blared with a tornado warning.
People screamed and rushed toward the stairs, desperate to reach the hotel's designated storm shelter downstairs.
Ethan grabbed Brooke and headed for the exit.
I was right behind them when he shoved a banquet table out of his way.
The table scraped across the floor and slid directly into my path.
My foot caught on one of its legs, and I went down hard.
Before I could get back up, a massive crystal chandelier came crashing down.
Part of its heavy frame struck my back, and broken glass scattered across the floor.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to get up. With everyone rushing past me, I had no time to think about the pain.
I just needed to get somewhere safe.
By the time I reached the hotel's storm shelter, Ethan and Brooke were nowhere in sight.
I'd been left behind again.
I pulled out my phone and texted my aunt Dana.
[I'll do it. I'll sign up for the trial.]

The yellow-green tennis ball slammed into my stomach at full speed. The heavy impact sent my 210-pound body stumbling backward, instantly triggering a chorus of vicious laughter around me.
"Look at that! The human backstop works great. We don't even need a net!"
It was Blair's voice, dripping with entitled cruelty.
Standing beside her, covering his mouth as he snickered, was Liam, the boy I'd been secretly crushing on—the same boy I'd stayed up late helping with his physics paper just last night.
Sweat stung my eyes, and the cramps twisting through my stomach made me feel like I was going to throw up. But I didn't cry.
I stared at the tennis ball rolling to a stop beside my foot, and for the first time in my life, something destructive ignited in my blood.
They thought being fat meant I was born to be their punching bag.
What they didn't know was that beneath all that fat was a monster capable of tearing down everything they were so proud of.

On my first day back in the country after studying abroad, my mother sent me to my fiancé’s company. I was to work low-profile as a secretary, just to slowly cultivate our relationship.
The moment I stepped into the office, a domineering woman started ordering me around, demanding I fetch her coffee.
I endured it.
That was until she deliberately spilled the coffee all over me. Only then did I realize that this woman—running amok in my fiancé’s company and treated like a queen by everyone—was his mistress.

Three years ago, my best friend Juliana Pierce was raped and jumped from a twelve-story building. I was there. I saw everything. I know exactly who did it.

Alexander Knight—Juliana's boyfriend, brilliant scientist, the man I've secretly loved for seven years—has spent every moment since hunting for answers. He believes I'm shielding a predator. He's dedicated his life to making mine hell.

Now I'm dying of ALS, and Alexander's dragged my broken body onto his "Memory Judgment Stage" for the world to see. His new technology can rip memories straight from my brain and broadcast them as holograms.

"Tell them who killed Juliana," he shouted.

I refuse. So he cranks up the machine, letting the neural probes tear through my dying brain. My hand shatters. My body convulses. But I won't break.

Until the memories start bleeding out anyway.

And when Alexander sees the rapist's face—Completely loses his mind.

This year was our sixth wedding anniversary. For the first time in six years, Kaelen finally agreed to go with me to Veyra City to visit my parents.
Six years. I thought he was finally swallow his pride and making peace with my family.
But late that night, as I stood outside our daughter’s bedroom holding a warm glass of milk, I heard them speaking inside.
"Daddy, Lorie said you're going to marry her mommy soon. What about Mommy?" Lisette’s voice was timid and small.
"It’s just a fake marriage, sweetie. Just to help Rosalind out," Kaelen chuckled softly. "Keep it our little secret, okay? Don't tell Mommy. If you promise, Daddy will buy you that Barbie Dreamhouse tomorrow."
I stood frozen in the hallway, the glass of milk cold against my fingertips.
Since he still clung so desperately to his past, it was time for me to take back the life I had thrown away.

For a century, Carlos and I were the most envied lovers of the Dawn Court—yet our story ended in a cage of mutual, agonizing torment.

He loathed me for shattering a forbidden spell to forcefully awaken his memories, a desperate act that drove his precious half-elf, Lilia, to plunge to her death from the Astral Tower.

And I resented him for completely erasing our sacred vows. The very man who had once taken a lethal dragon's breath to save my life had awakened only to draw his blade against my throat—and offer his heart to my closest friend.

For the dark centuries that followed, he chained me in a sunless dungeon, using every conceivable cruelty to break my spirit.

Right up until my mana withered and I drew my last, agonizing breath, the venom he had spat through gritted teeth still echoed in the darkness: "Cecilia, you disgust me. I would rather have never remembered you at all."

In the cold embrace of death, clarity finally pierced my obsession. I understood then that I never should have used the ashes of our past to chain a man whose heart had already moved on.

I opened my eyes and found myself thrust back to the exact day Carlos returned hand-in-hand with Lilia, his memories entirely wiped clean...

They left me to die in a burning lab while saving my faker sister. Big mistake.

I hadn't slept in six months, perfecting the neural serum that would save Mom's life. One vial. One chance. Then my adopted sister Mia grabbed it and smashed it on the floor, sobbing about how cruel I was to a "disabled" person.

Mom and Dad ate it up. My fiancé Ryan nodded along—probably because he was banging Mia every chance he got. When fire trapped me in the lab, they carried out "paralyzed" Mia and left me hammering on reinforced glass, choking on smoke.

Want to know the best part? That manipulative snake hopped out of her wheelchair and sprinted to safety the second she thought no one was looking.

Second chance at life? Hell yes.

I'm watching Mia lift that test tube again, ready to destroy everything. But instead of lunging forward like last time, I lean back in my chair.

"Smash away," I say with a shrug. "I'm not the one who'll suffer."

Let's see how this plays out when I'm not the naive fool.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

He’s wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The day I discovered my husband, Vincent, was cheating on me with my younger sister, I was seven months pregnant. I drove away in a panic, only to end up in a car accident.
When I woke up in the family’s underground clinic, Vincent was pressing a gun to his own forehead, begging me to forgive him.
My father immediately ordered Elena to leave Sicily.
From that day on, Vincent took over every family affair, big or small, never allowing me to worry about a single thing.
I never heard from Elena again.
Not until our son was suddenly hospitalized with acute pneumonia.
I rushed back to the family’s private hospital in the middle of the night.
Through the half-open hospital room door, I saw my parents and Elena, who were supposed to be thousands of miles away in Siberia.
Elena was bent over the bedside, sobbing.
"Leo is my child. Why can't he even call me Mom? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
Vincent wrapped his arms around her, his face full of tenderness.
"I know you've suffered, sweetheart. But if Isabella finds out that her baby actually died in that car accident, there's no telling how many people she'll drag down with her. You know what she's capable of."
I froze outside the door.

"I'm all yours, take me," she whispered, running her finger all over the bare part of the chest, and sealing her fate with that one word.

"Once you become mine, you are mine alone!" He whispered the warning.


On that forbidden night of her eighteenth birthday, Eleanora's bond linked her to the one man she wished ill upon, the same man that had taken her innocence and disappeared without a word, the ruthless Alpha Alaric; worse still, he was the older brother to the man she secretly desired.

Torn between two brothers, one who owns her soul yet forbids her touch and the other whose forbidden touch she yearns for, Eleanora realises that there is more to her mate mark than just a claim.

She was not just a target but prey hunted by both brothers for far darker motives.

In a bid to change her fate, she journeys farther into a perilous territory; doom is now inevitable.

"Will you be my mate?"

Three days after my husband's funeral, his best friend whispered those words to me.

I told myself it was a transaction.

My freedom for his protection. My heart for my survival.


I was wrong.

Fenric Silvermane was not a man who made transactions.

He was a man who took what he wanted.

And he wanted me.

He secured my place among the nobles, learned every little thing I loved, and then—

Claimed me as his Luna before the entire kingdom, with the Alpha King as witness.

No warning.

No choice.

He wove me into his world so completely, so deliberately—

Until I had nowhere left to run.

Until I stopped reaching for the memory of the man I had once called my husband.


The day of the ceremony arrived.

The great hall doors swung open, and I saw Fenric waiting at the altar, his ice-blue eyes fixed on mine.

I took a breath.

I walked toward him.

Then the doors opened again.

And the man who was supposed to be dead and buried on a distant battlefield—

stepped inside.


Soren was alive.

And his best friend had known all along.

"Ahhhh," I moaned into the pillow, not wanting the neighbors to hear as they would immediately tell Mom about it.
"Ahhhh," this time it came out louder as I felt a shockwave of ectasy and satisification go through my body. This was the best feeling ever.
Suddenly, a gentle night breeze blew through my open window, My curtains fluttered open, and I looked up to find myself face to face with those breathtaking green eyes, they were like two emeralds glittering from his dark room, it was like they could see right through my soul, Aamon Blackwood!!!
My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met across the distance. I felt a wave of panic wash over me.
Had he seen everything? I tried to sit up, to cover myself, but it was too late.
My bully, step brother had just seen me pleasuring myself! Gosh!


Haven is a simple wolf human hybrid girl living her simple life, she likes to publish erotic novel online under a hidden name. She secretly has been crushing on the ice hockey captain Ryder since they were in highschool but she has never gathered the guys to tell him.
One day, her annoying stepbrother, Aamon discovers her secret and blackmails her into becoming his "servant". Will they keep their relationship strictly just slave and master? Or will they break all boundaries and fall into temptation?