9233 Book(s) Related to Bounded to the ruthless mafia leader.

My husband is cheating, and my own family has betrayed me.
The woman he’s sleeping with? My own half-sister.
After countless nights lying in the dark, wondering what I was doing, I finally had to ask myself: is there any reason left to stay?
But my husband has become obsessed. He refuses to let me go, claiming, over and over, that he loves me.

She was sold to her greatest enemies…four ruthless Lycans who ruled with power, danger, and desire.
But fate had a cruel twist… they were her fated mates.

Mira was never meant to be theirs. Traded by her father as nothing more than a breeder, she vowed to destroy the monsters who took everything from her. Yet the moment their eyes met, the bond ignited—a connection that burned hotter than hatred itself.

They were cursed kings, trapped by a dark spell only her blood could break. The cruel irony? The curse demanded her death as the price for their freedom.

Torn between vengeance and the magnetic pull of their touch, Mira battles the very destiny that ties them together.
But secrets run deep in the Lycan world. Her father’s betrayal hides a truth darker than she could ever imagine…and the line between love and destruction blurs when the enemies she swore to kill become the only ones who can save her.

In a war of blood, magic, and forbidden desire, one question remains:
Will she destroy them… or will she become their obsession?

The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock over my head. With sweaty palms and terrific faces, five gurneys are wheeled towards the emergency rooms by the late night doctors. Even though their mouths are shut tight, I can hear millions of inaudible sounds coming out of them. Each of the gurneys are being wheeled by two personnels, and each time they pass me by, i peer into them to see the victims' faces clearly because I can not see them from where I am.

The first face I see is badly disfigured. It's got a big mark from the forehead down to her upper eyelid, her lips are charred and her jaw is almost totally detached from the rest of her face. Hot drops of blood trickle down her head to her chest and her dress is soiled. She looks like she is no longer breathing and just as the ambulance pass by me, I see something in her hands-A red neck piece. She is clutching it tightly like it is her whole life. My red neck piece. Yes, this victim is my only sister, Jamie but I do not cry. I mean, I always want to cry but I can't. So my face is firm and peaceful, but I am screaming inside me. My legs are hitting the air and I'm ripping my hair inside of me, but outside? I am standing tall. Somehow, with all the swiftness as they pass by me, her hands shake and she loses hold of the red neck piece. As thick and shiny as my hair, our hair(hers blonde and mine black). It falls from her hands and drops at my feet just as soon as the second ambulance approaches me. I bend to pick up my red neckpiece-the one thing that binds my sister and I together but whoosh...it is air. I can see it on the cold tiled floor but when I try to pick it up, it is not there.

Eleanor Vance thought she had married for love—until she saw it on her husband's Instagram "Close Friends" story: a photo of him with his first love and their "family of three" on a Hampton yacht.
As one of the world's top art restorers, Eleanor could repair any damaged masterpiece—but she could not mend her own broken marriage.
In the world of Arthur Sterling, Wall Street financier, marriage was nothing more than a contract, and a wife nothing more than a flawless PR asset. When his first love, Selina, returned to the country with "his child," Arthur did not hesitate to choose to protect them—yet he trapped Eleanor in a gilded cage, using his family's power as a chain.
Ten million dollars for a divorce. Her father's mounting medical bills. Her brother's tuition fees. Each one was a meticulously designed shackle.
But what Arthur did not know was that Eleanor was his only emotional anchor. The cool scent of turpentine on her skin. The way she lost herself in restoring a painting. The way she interpreted the humanity behind every brushstroke for him—these were the only sensations through which he could still perceive "peace."
When Eleanor finally scraped together enough money for the divorce, when she began to flinch at his touch, when she used industrial solvent to destroy a masterpiece she had spent five years restoring—and told him, "This is what your soul truly looks like. A forgery that can never be restored"—only then did Arthur realize: losing her meant losing the only way he knew how to feel the world.
But some wounds, like a painting washed away by solvent, can never be undone.

After eight years in the military, Frank Moore returned to New York.

He had intended to attend his comrade's sister's wedding, only to witness her being utterly humiliated by mafia thugs, forced to drink their foot-washing water.

Enraged, Frank crippled the young thug's legs, condemning him to a wheelchair for life.

Faced with assassins from both the underworld and above, Frank made a phone call.

Hundreds of elite mercenaries descended from the sky, and the entire New York mafia fell to their knees in terror.

The tide in New York was about to turn!

"Ava," Alex's voice rumbled across the room, a playful glint in his drunken eyes, "but you're not her, are you? You're someone else."Evie, heart hammering against her ribs, forced a casual smile.

"I don't understand" she stammered, hating the way her voice wobbled, because he was right. He raised an eyebrow, hand reaching out to cup her face. "Some days it really feels like you are and on other days..." Before he could finish, he closed his eyes, falling asleep.

Evie's breath hitched. But how could he know? A cold dread pooled in her stomach."Alex, I—" she began, but the words died on her lips. Evie's carefully constructed world tilted on its axis.

Could he see through the charade? Had her deception finally caught up to her? In From Lies to Love: Deceiving My Sexy Billionaire, Evie must confront the consequences of her deception as love and truth collide in a high-stakes game of hearts.

“You don’t know me,” he murmured, pressing me against the mirrored wall of the room, his gaze sharp, burning with an intensity that made my heart race. “But your fiancé calls me ‘Uncle.’”
Uncle?
I gasped, trying and failing to stay composed. “Then why are you here?”
He leaned in, his voice low, almost a whisper. “To stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life—by marrying me instead.

Celeste Ashford had always been the perfect daughter—silent, obedient, and engaged to the man her family chose. But perfection is a prison, and the price is her life. Betrayed by her fiancé and half-sister and murdered by her stepmother, Celeste’s story should have ended in the coldness of a hospital room.
But fate had other plans.
She is reborn a month before her death, Celeste makes a choice that shatters the Ashford legacy—she walks away from her engagement and marries his uncle instead. Lucien Blackwell is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly untouchable. Their marriage is a contract. Their chemistry, undeniable. But behind his detached mask lies a secret powerful enough to bring empires to their knees—just like the one Celeste plans to burn down.
As lies unravel and enemies close in, Celeste discovers that her new husband isn’t who he claims to be. Neither is she. Because this time, she’s the woman rewriting the rules.
This time, she is out for revenge.

"You're one hot surprise, Kristel!" "Fuck me harder!"
They lay contentedly on the carpet, and Kristel thought it was time to tell her husband about her pregnancy.
Her husband suddenly and coldly filed for divorce. Kristel was frozen as she could not believe her gentle husband had suddenly become so heartless.
"Fiona is back. You're just a bet I made with her."
"So the tenderness for me was all an illusion; in fact, you weren't in love with me?" Kristel heard her voice tremble.
Kristel quickly moved out of their mansion, her marriage to Galvin had originally come together because of the business relationship between the two families.
She had been secretly in love with Galvin for ten years and she knew that Galvin did not love her, but she was sure that through her efforts she would make Gavin fall in love with her.
While she completes her signature on the divorce papers, Galvin hesitates ...... will Kristel give him a second chance?

One reckless night and a secret that changes everything.
When Maureen discovers she’s pregnant after a fleeting encounter, she chooses to raise her child alone, no matter the cost. Years later, she takes a contract job as the pretend girlfriend of Liam, a young billionaire CEO. Their Connection is undeniable, but Maureen hides the truth about her child.
Liam’s mother who had always been against their relationship, found out and exposes Maureen’s secret. The truth about Maureen’s child shatters the fragile bond between her and Liam. Hurt by her silence, Liam feels betrayed, while Maureen battles with guilt and fear of losing the man she had come to love. Just as they begin to drift apart, Maureen learns the shocking truth: Liam is the stranger from that night.
Now, with love on the line, secrets laid bare, and her fear of Liam’s domineering mother:
Would she want to reveal to Liam that he is the father of her child?
Will the past destroy their chance at a future?
Will they find their way back to each other?

When Catherine finally found the courage to escape from her abusive boyfriend, she didn't know how painful the price of freedom would be.

Billionaire businessman and politician Nathan appeared in her life at the exact time she needed saving.

Just when Catherine was beginning to put her past behind her and longing for a happy ending, she and Nathan’s past came calling, a past that threatened to destroy them and their loved ones.

Will they fight it through or allow it to consume them?

Aria Jones' life shattered the day she watched her boyfriend Jess, dump her to get married to the daughter of a powerful Hart family. When she confronts him at the wedding, humiliation hits harder than she imagined until she crosses paths with Grayson Hart, the most feared Alpha biker and Jess’s brother-in-law.

Grayson knows her name. Her scent. Her past. And when he saves her from danger, their forbidden spark explodes into a hot kiss that changes everything.

But enemies begin hunting Aria as secrets unveils, and Grayson’s curse stops him from claiming a mate.

As danger closes in, Aria must choose between running or fighting beside the alpha she should fear.

Can she trust the man who hides the darkest truth? And what happens when desire becomes destiny?

AGE GAP • REVERSE HAREM • POSSESSIVE BROTHERS • FORBIDDEN ROMANCE • UNEXPECTED PREGNANCY

She believed in forever, until betrayal and a devastating divorce destroyed everything she thought her future would be.

Determined to leave the past behind, she allows herself one reckless night. No promises. No expectations. No consequences.

At least, that's what she thought.

Two strangers. Two brothers. One unforgettable night.

Overwhelmed by what happened, she disappears before morning without even saying goodbye, certain their paths will never cross again.

But fate has other plans.

Looking for a fresh start, she accepts a job as a nanny. What she never expects is to walk into her new employers' home and come face-to-face with the very two men she ran away from.

They remember her.

They still want her.

And this time, they aren't willing to watch her disappear so easily.

What should have been nothing more than a job slowly becomes a dangerous game of attraction, forbidden desire, and increasingly blurred boundaries. The closer she becomes to the family she was hired to care for, the harder it is to ignore the connection growing between the three of them.

Because the brothers don't simply want a nanny in their home.

They want her to become part of their family.

WARNING:This is an 18+ novel containing explicit male/male sexual content and mature themes.

“If this marriage means nothing to you, then let me go when the contract ends.”

I said those words to Ryan, even though they nearly broke my heart.

I had loved him since I was nineteen.

Now I was his husband—but only because a contract said I could be.

I knew Ryan never promised me love. I knew our marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement between an Alpha billionaire and a male Omega who needed his help.

So I stopped dreaming.

I stopped asking.

I stopped hoping that the way he protected me, cared for my mother, and became increasingly possessive meant something more.

Then I made the only decision that could save my heart.

I would leave when our contract expired.

But somehow, the moment I stopped chasing Ryan…

He started chasing me.

The man who once said our marriage was only business suddenly couldn't stand my distance.

And now I have one terrifying question:

What happens when the Alpha who never wanted my love realizes he can't live without it?

Dear readers, I'm sorry — due to personal reasons, I can no longer keep updating. Thank you for understanding.

I woke up on the operating table—minutes away from having my kidney harvested for the girl who ruined my life. Last time, I died alone, infected, while my family celebrated her “recovery.” Not this time.
I refused the surgery, exposed their lies, and walked out. Now, they call me crazy, ungrateful, a disgrace. But I see them for what they are: parasites who drained my talent, my money, and nearly my life.
I’m done begging for love that was never mine. Instead, I’m selling my music, acing exams, and building my own future—without them. Let them coddle their precious adopted princess. I have a second chance, and I’m not wasting it on people who’d bury me for their convenience.
This time, I choose me. Watch me burn brighter than their golden girl ever could.

“Take my last name and reck all the havoc you want, Ocean.”

..

His last name alone was power, a commanding force, a force that makes even rulers bow...

….

Aliyah Malvern’s life took a drastic change… a terrible one, when her step mother and brother revealed the truth about her birth, a dirty secret she feared and that was been her father's bastard child, her inheritance was also taken away from her leaving her poor.

As if that isn't enough, her step sister snatched her boyfriend, a man Aliyah loved deeply and had envisaged their future together, alongside that, the whole campus was turned against her and in a short while she became the element of ridicule and bully.

Drown in sadness and misery, she ended up having a one night stand with a stranger who turned out to be no other person than her ex's Uncle...

Kingley Romero.. the world soughted after billionaire bachelor, greatly feared and overly mysterious.

And also overnight she becomes the billionaire's wife an offer of revenge was placed right into her laps and she is sure taking it, till every one of them falls to their feet, begged, alongside worship her, she would not stop.

The marriage was to serve purpose, he needed a wife, she needed revenge but then undeniable sparks began to fly, oppositions arises, but one thing is that the billionaire has vowed never to let her go, never!

He would spoil and pamper so much till she becomes the envy of the world.

Four desperate men—Adrian Kane, Liam Cross, Ezra Black, and Damien Hart—receive identical invitations promising unimaginable wealth in just thirty days.
There’s only one condition: survive.

Taken to a secluded estate and cut off from the outside world, they are thrown into a series of escalating challenges where failure is not an option—it’s a death sentence. What begins as a high-stakes competition for money quickly turns into something far more sinister: a controlled experiment designed by a shadowy organization that rewards ruthlessness and punishes hesitation.

Alliances form. Trust shatters. And every decision comes with a cost.

As the days grow darker, the truth becomes clear—this is not a game meant to be beaten. It is a system designed to break them, reshape them, and choose only one survivor.

In the end, only one will walk away.

And survival may be the worst fate of all

They don't want to save her.
They want to own her. Break her. Taste her.

In a world ruled by monsters, she is the only thing they crave and the only thing that can ruin them.

** EXCERPT **

"How would you like for all three of us to pleasure you at the same time? Eating your pvssy, sucking your boobs and fvcking you… all at the same fvcking time?"

The dream began the same as always.

Three masculine men stood in front of her, twice as large as the men she had ever set eyes on. They were naked, their veined cocks erect, bigger than any normal human size.

Sephyra laid flat naked on the bed, her legs spread apart, her left hand roughly caressing her bre**ts while her three middle fingers continuously dug in and out of her wet core with an abnormal pace.

"Please," she cried out as painful pleasure coarsed through her. "Fv-fvck me. Please, fvck me!"

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She was born at the bottom of a broken world… where humans starve, and monsters rule.

With white-silver hair and white eyes that never quite belonged, she has always been treated like a curse: beaten, silenced, unwanted.

But everything changes the day her name is called.

Chosen for the Dominion, a brutal system where the most powerful fight for the throne, and the weak are crushed beneath it.

There, she becomes their obsession.

A ruthless werewolf who looks at her like he hates her… yet already owns her.

A cold, bloodthirsty vampire who aches to taste every inch of her.

A nonchalant, unreadable mage who treats her like she’s a mystery he intends to unravel.

Accepting her fate as a slave, Danica Grimsley, the low born Omega never thought that she had to share her love not with her mate Konrad Winston only but with his enemy as well, Cassius Winston, the king of Lycans. When secrets threatened to spoil her life, Danica needed to choose between revenge and fate. Worst of all, both Alphas wanted not just her body but her soul.

In the previous life, the apocalypse arrived.
I risked my life to protect my wife as she fled, even giving her the access chip to the underground safe zone as a favor.
But when she was ambushed, she didn't hesitate to pull her superior officer to shield her from a grenade! Afterwards, in an attempt to cover up her crime, she turned around and tearfully accused me of using someone as a human shield.
I was dried into a dried corpse amidst the scorn of thousands, while she stepped on my blood and bones to become the adopted daughter of the highest-ranking military officer.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of my journey into the city.
As I watched her generously give away her chip to the refugees again, and try to use moral blackmail to force me to hand over my last means of survival, I smiled slightly...
This time, without my backing, let's see how you maintain your mask of kindness.

My marriage to Matthew was a transaction, a substitute—everything except love. When his white moonlight came back, I was abandoned, diagnosed with gastric cancer, and carrying his child. His late regret could never bring back my life, nor could it keep our unborn baby.

"Where is my son?"
My husband wouldn't look at me.
I had just come out of anesthesia. The bassinet next to my hospital bed was empty — except for a stack of cash, a christening card, and a ring pinned to the corner of the card.
The card had another woman's name in the godmother box.
That woman walked in behind my husband. She picked up the ring and slid it onto her own finger.
"He's safe, sweetheart. We've been talking about this for months."
My husband is Damiano Marchetti. He runs the family that runs this city. The woman wearing the ring is his father's young widow.
The baby on that card is my son.
For four years now I have been the woman this house pretends not to see. The wife told to use the servants' entrance. The mother of a boy who calls another woman Mommy.
Last night I asked my husband for a divorce.
He laughed in my face.
He has no idea how much that's going to cost him.

Three months ago, I was kidnapped. When Alexander rescued me, I woke up in a hospital bed with my clothes disheveled and bruises covering my body. What happened during those hours? I don't remember any of it.

A week ago, I found out I was pregnant. He held me as I shook and told me that it wasn't my fault. That he failed to protect me. Even if the baby wasn't his, he'd raise it. He'd still give me the perfect wedding.

But the guilt ate me alive until depression took hold.

Every night, sleep stays out of reach. Nightmares find me the moment I close my eyes. I've tried to end it. Three times now. Each time, someone found me just in time.

After the third failed attempt, I make tea and head toward his study to apologize. Voices drift through the door before I reach it.

"Are you out of your mind? Evelyn's your fiancée!" His friend sounds disbelieving. "You actually hired someone to kidnap her? Made her think she was assaulted? Just so Lily could take her place? Do you know how messed up that is? What that does to someone?"

Alexander's voice comes out calm. "Lily got sick because of me. Her dying wish is to marry me once before she goes. If I didn't push Evelyn out of the picture, her father would never let Lily take her place."

All those nights. All those nightmares. All those times I scrubbed my hands raw until they bled. It was all a lie. A setup.

For another woman.

I pull out my phone and call my father.

"Dad. I'll agree to the arrangement."

The rain glistened over the harbor asphalt the night I meant to tell him I was pregnant — to lay out all my quiet hopes for our wedding and our future. That was the night I was stolen away.
I screamed for help from a city stitched with police tape and hollow warehouses, where every thread of trust had already frayed. The man who should have trusted me brushed my pleas aside.
As answers began to surface, what we once called love soured into guilt, consuming obsession, and cold, calculated cruelty. Blue gemstones glint amid burned‑away proof, storm‑lashed docks bear witness. And I am the voice they will never manage to bury.

I saw a post on Reddit, "Urgent! How do I convince my wife to donate bone marrow to my mistress?"

I scoffed and typed back, "What a piece of shit."

Right after I hit send, my husband came home. He grasped my hand, his voice shaky: "You have leukemia... but it's okay, we found a donor."

His right eye twitched—he always did that when he lied.

Then I remembered the worst comment on that post, "Trick your wife into thinking she's the patient."

Life imitating the internet, apparently.

He wanted to harvest my bone marrow for someone else.

When I finally saw his mistress's face, my world fell apart.

I never thought his mistress would be her......

For months, my stepsister Mia stole my taste, my nutrition, and my vitality with a mysterious system. While I wasted away to skin and bones, she glowed brighter, stole my career, and took my fiancé.
She thought she could feed on me forever.
But she forgot her fatal allergy. I turned every meal into her poison.
I starved her system, broke her perfect facade, and took back everything she stole. Now the parasite is dying… and I’m alive again.

I spent five years loving a man I secretly built from nothing—pulling strings, clearing obstacles, lifting him higher than he ever knew. Then one night, outside a private room, I heard him plan my future without me: a mistress's role, a generous allowance, and a smile to soften the blow. I walked away, burned every gift he'd ever given me to ash, and disappeared into three years of silence and purpose. By the time Damon Hale understood what he had thrown away, I was already someone he could never reach again.

Adrian’s golden eyes gleamed as he stared at me with crushing disappointment.
“Evelyn,” he said coldly, “I have never betrayed you. But you… you bore another man’s bastard pup.”
Nancy burst into tears in front of everyone, screaming that I had disgraced the Alpha bloodline. Her words were like knives—cruel, vulgar, and relentless—cutting deep into my soul, and even into my newborn daughter’s fragile innocence.
I wanted to explain. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t true. But no words came out.
Tears blurred my sight as I clutched my baby to my chest.
“Adrian, please… you have to believe me. She’s our daughter. I don’t know what happened, but I swear she’s yours…”
But no one listened.
I was banished. Hunted.
Forced to leap from the cliff’s edge with my baby in my arms.
The Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me another chance.
This time, I would find out who framed me and my child.
This time, every one of them would kneel beneath my feet.

She is The Barbarian Alpha's daughter and mated to the dragon king. Only a couple of years ago, she was a weak, broken girl. Dragged into this world and forced to attend the Viking's mate hunt.

Searching for the little sister she didn't know she had, she encounters raw darkness.
Ancient Norse myths come alive, and a threat as old as the Norse Gods themselves lures forward creatures like Nidhogg, Huldra, and The Mare.

Still unmated, she avoids her mate to find her sister. After so many years, she's so near that it finally feels real. She had a sister; her mother's death whisper had been true. In her desperation to unite with her sister, she fails to protect herself from the lurking shadows, a choice that will be proven fatal.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

"Mr. Grimwald, everything must be done in moderation!"

Penelope had never imagined that a careless remark would lead to her being swept into a wealthy family as a substitute bride.

Faced with a tyrannical devil who preyed on the weak, Penelope found herself trapped in countless situations—pressed against walls, pinned to the bed, her petite waist aching each night.

Fine, she thought. Fulfilling her duties as his temporary wife was part of the arrangement. But once the real fiancée returned, she planned to gather the fragments of her heart and leave quietly, pretending it had all meant nothing.

But who could have predicted that the domineering man would launch a global manhunt for her, only to handcuff her and throw her back onto the bed, declaring his cruel decree: "Woman, your term as a substitute bride lasts a lifetime!"

After my boyfriend got out of prison, I went to see him—only to find a half-dressed A-list actress walking out of his room...

I never applied to the Academy for Magical Beings and Creatures.

Which is why it was more than a little confusing when a letter arrived with my name already printed on a schedule, a dorm waiting, and classes picked out as if someone knew me better than I knew myself. Everyone knows the Academy, it’s where witches sharpen their spells, shifters master their forms, and every kind of magical creature learns to control their gifts.

Everyone except me.

I don’t even know what I am. No shifting, no magic tricks, nothing. Just a girl surrounded by people who can fly, conjure fire, or heal with a touch. So I sit through classes pretending I belong, and I listen hard for any clue that might tell me what’s hidden in my blood.

The only person more curious than me is Blake Nyvas, tall, golden-eyed, and very much a Dragon. People whisper that he’s dangerous, warn me to keep my distance. But Blake seems determined to solve the mystery of me, and somehow I trust him more than anyone else.

Maybe it’s reckless. Maybe it’s dangerous.

But when everyone else looks at me like I don’t belong, Blake looks at me like I’m a riddle worth solving.

My poverty is a line item in their budget. My body is a punchline in their halls. And the king of this icy empire? He's my boss's son.

Anya's full-ride scholarship to Kingswood Academy is her ticket out. But it comes with a price: the relentless cruelty of the elite, led by
Levi Thorne—hockey god, billionaire heir, and the architect of her daily hell.

Her only refuge is her paycheck, the one that keeps the lights on at home.

The brutal irony? She earns it by cleaning his family's mansion.

The bullying follows her there, a smirk in the marble halls.

She survives by counting the days until graduation, until one vicious prank by Levi's ex goes too far. Waking up in the hospital, Anya expects more taunts. Instead, she finds Levi—furious, guilt-ridden, and fiercely protective.

The boy who wrote the checks for her pain is now cashing them on his own conscience. His "sorry" isn't just a word; it's a revolution.

He's calling off his friends, guarding her path, and looking at her like she's the prize, not the punchline.

But in a world built on labels, can the "fat scholarship girl" ever believe the love of the "golden hockey puck"? Or will the final check she writes be on her own heart to save it from breaking?

Zara Torres has three rules at Harlow University.
No drama. No distractions. And absolutely no hockey players.

She breaks all three before October ends when a journalism assignment lands her in Declan Mercer's orbit starting center, infuriatingly perceptive, and somehow always exactly where she isn't expecting him.

Zara tells herself it's professional. She's documenting the ice conflict between two programs sharing one rink. She's not falling for the guy who shows up at six AM with terrible coffee and the unsettling habit of telling her the truth.

She's definitely not thinking about the jump.

The quad Lutz she hasn't fully landed in two years. The fall that broke her wrist and quietly broke something else. The confidence she rebuilt around a gap she keeps pretending isn't there.

But when a journalism assignment becomes something larger, a testimony, an investigation, a story that reaches backward through thirty-three years and fifteen countries. Zara discovers that the thing she thought was a skating problem was never really about skating.

It was about learning who built the walls around the thing that was hers.

And deciding to tear them down anyway.

This story is a young adult sport romance about the cost of excellence, the courage of going first, and what it means to fight for the thing that was yours before anyone decided it was worth something.

The ice was hers first.

She just had to remember that.

"You're going to run on the count of three, Janice Cross," He whisper. "And make sure you don't let us find you."
"No… Lucian."
I moved my gaze to the men at either side of him, willing—begging them to say something.
Help me. "Calder, please… Aiden…"
Both turned their heads to the side. They couldn't even look me in the eyes as they chose their brother.
"One."
"Lucian…"
"Two."
"I didn't mean to."
"Three."


After losing the man she believed she would marry and her parents within a week, Janice just wants to care for her sick sister. She doesn't want a man. She doesn't want three men.
But one night is enough to change her life and point her in a new direction.
Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves.
She doesn't expect the line to blur when it comes to these older men.
And when it comes to an end, she does not expect these men to continue wanting her as badly as she wants them.

"Are you afraid of me, Sigrun?"
"N-no."
"You should be, Princess."
Sigrun Parker was ripped from her modern life in Brooklyn and thrown into a brutal world.
She's a princess wedded off to Varul, the feared, stoic Alpha King of the North.
To the rest of the realm, King Varul is a lethal warlord who commands terror with a single glare. But behind closed doors, he is a man obsessed with his mate, and Sigrun cannot deny the primal bond pulling her closer to him.
Yet strange magic is awakening inside her.
As blue monsters threaten the North and ancient Direwolves return from extinction, Sigrun finds herself caught between deadly politics, an increasingly powerful bond, and a magic she doesn't understand.
The kingdom believes she may be the key to its salvation.
But Sigrun has no idea why she was brought to this world in the first place.
And Varul will stop at nothing to keep his mate by his side.

"In the dawn of the darkest hour, a man will come in search of you. I would suggest you escape but your destiny wouldn't. For the truth that you search for and the werewolf in you, will want to fight him. That is when you'll meet yourself."
Eve Mitchel, a lonesome werewolf lives in the world disguised as a human in England. Under brewing circumstances, she is kidnapped by the Alpha King of the Moon-Wolfland as his assistant. Her journey sets out as an assistant turns slave serving an intimidating king that she can't help but resist.
Will a naive outcast find her path through heart-shattering truths and make it till the end?

Bullied, publicly humiliated, and almost killed, Sylvia Stuffin's life ends in a horrific accident on the rainy streets of Vanshi Town. But death doesn't claim her. Instead, she wakes up in the body of the eternal Vampire Draxler, burdened with bloodlust and a hunger for vengeance.

Meanwhile, Draxler himself awakens in her weak human body. Together, they make a pact to live each other's lives.

Trapped inside the body of a fragile human girl, Draxler is dragged into the harsh reality of human suffering as he strives to exact vengeance on Sylvia's enemies while rising through skating, ice hockey, and academic dominance, stunning the world with performances that do not match the image of a weak little girl.

At the same time, Sylvia must cope with being the ruler of a great underground conglomerate and a faction that fears Draxler's emotionless leadership.

As the secret of the soul swap grows deeper, the arrival of the immortal enemy Silas forces them to prepare for the inevitable Bloody Night of Vanshi Reckoning, the true reason behind Draxler's desperate plea for the soul swap.

He called her boring. He said their marriage was a mistake. Then he left her bleeding, heartbroken... and pregnant.

Lily devoted seven years of her life to a man who only saw her as a convenience. When her husband, Alex, demanded a divorce, she begged him to stay only to discover he'd already proposed to his ex… and planned it all behind her back.

But betrayal wasn’t the end, it was just the beginning.

Left for dead, humiliated, and crushed by the ultimate heartbreak, Lily had nothing, until a billionaire stranger offered her a deal: a contract marriage, a new identity, and a chance to make the man who shattered her beg on his knees.

She accepted.

Now, Lily is no longer the soft-spoken housewife he threw away, she's the storm he never saw coming. Beautiful. Untouchable. Dangerous.
And Alex? He’s about to learn that the woman he underestimated is now the one who holds all the power. He broke her soul. Now she’s coming for him…

"She doesn't even have a place to stay. She’d never dare to divorce me," my husband sneered, reassuring his mistress.

On the day of the horrific car crash, I was trapped inside a burning vehicle, screaming for help. My husband ignored my cries, picked up his mistress, and walked away without looking back.

That was the moment my heart died. I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his life.

But a month later, the very man who had treated me with absolute coldness was on his knees before me, his eyes bloodshot with tears.

This time, it’s his turn to beg.

"Be my submissive Andrea and I will pay off your debts"
She was about to be dragged away by a ruthless mafia gang—sold into a life of submission to repay a debt she never owed. Then he stepped in.
One week to pay off the debt of her dead father or become a s*x slave for a powerful mafia gang?
Andrea, a struggling college dropout, never imagined her late father had signed her off as collateral to the mafia. Desperate, she turned to her billionaire boyfriend for help—only to be coldly dumped. Heartbroken and hopeless, one reckless night at a club led to a fiery one-night stand with a masked, older stranger who stirred something in her she couldn't forget.
Days later, the mafia came to collect. And just as she thought it was over, the masked man reappeared.
His offer? Submit to him for one year. No face. No names. No strings attached.
She agreed.
What she didn't know? He was her ex-boyfriend's father. And he had been obsessed with her from the moment he first saw her.
Now trapped in a world of secrets, control, and forbidden desire, Andrea must decide: will she fight for her freedom, or surrender to the man who owns her body—and just might steal her heart?

"Lynn, look at me." His voice fanned into my ear, sending tingles to the depth of my stomach.

I knew if I looked at him, I'd be damned. But he was too beguiling not to. His fingers trailed my chin and I felt in between my thighs heat up for him. "Don't you ever wonder?"

"What?" I asked. My voice, in a whisper.

"When we kiss again."

"Who said we'll kiss again?"

"We will. Don't you want to know if it's the same reaction as last time? Whether we could be better?"

I blinked and drew in a breath, the word no beginning to form .The sound never made it out as he closed the short distance between us, caressing my lips with his.

The sensation that shuddered through my body was intense. Even more potent than the last time. He stepped closer, aligning his body with mine. I met his assault with a parry of my own, clinging to him.

The need for him to possess me overwhelmed everything else, every thought, other than one. I wanted Leone Russo as I'd never wanted anything in my life before.

I knew my stepbrother was off-limits. Alas, that's why I have been trying to avoid him. Because these forbidden desires could get me into trouble.

★★★★★
Lynette's mother announced she was engaged to an anonymous rich man. So even though Lynette doesn't want to be a part of this, she had no choice but to support her mom's decision. But what happens when Lynette discovers that her soon-to-be stepbrother was the crush she had in high school?

Although fate separated them. Will they break all odds and finally declare their feeling for each other? Or will they try not to risk it all and remain brother and sister?

★MATURED CONTENT★

Sabrina Parker used to fall deeply in love with a man named Simon; she did everything and anything for Simon and for her relationship with him as his wife; she sacrificed everything for him, yet what he gave in exchange was pain, tears, and nothing but all of his lies. That's why she decided to end her suffering by filing a divorce, yet Simon won't let her go unless Sabrina will do something for him at last, and that is where he already made a deal with her wife- no, her ex-wife, to be precise."Marry me again and be with me as my wife for two years.
After that, I will let you go completely, Sabrina."She knew she deserved a life free from Simon's deceit, but his demand forced her to confront her future head-on. That day, Sabrina her self needs to give an answer to her Ex-husband, as she stood at the crossroads of her life, Sabrina realized that the choice she made would determine whether she remained bound to her past or moved forward toward a future where she could reclaim her happiness and peace. Her decision would define her path, and she braced herself to confront whatever lay ahead.

A mysterious old man’s visit flips Yvette’s world, transforming her from a chaos magnet into a magic academy student. She thought the trouble was over. She was wrong.

Fumbling into forbidden zones, Encountering a man riding a dragon, and being brutally betrayed by her closest friends, Yvette is now a target—battered, bruised, and caught in endless trouble.

Then, he arrives.

A man so breathtakingly gorgeous he radiates power. He is done hiding. Stepping into the light, he chooses to face St. Daye Academy, vowing to stand by Yvette’s side forever...

Freya's POV

Cold raindrops pelted my face, mixing with the stinging pain on my cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears.

The black Bentley's windows blocked out the noise from outside, but they couldn't block the chill radiating from the man in the back seat.

Blake Jenkins held an unlit cigar between his fingers, his eyes as cold as ice.

When his gaze swept over me, there wasn't a trace of warmth—only deep-seated hatred.

"Freya Stewart, remember your place."

His voice was low and hoarse, each word drilling clearly into my ears.

"Starting today, you're no longer the adopted daughter the Jenkins family doted on. Now you're just a nanny, a servant to wait on Lena."

My body trembled violently, my fingers clutching desperately at the hem of my clothes.

I lifted my head, eyes red and rimmed with tears, my voice shaking uncontrollably: "Blake, you went through all this trouble to find me just to make me a nanny for you and Lena Johnson? Why should I? What happened back then..."

"Shut up!" Blake cut me off sharply, crushing the cigar hard into the ashtray.

"You still dare bring up what happened back then? If it weren't for you, how would my parents have died so horribly? I almost didn't survive either! If it weren't for your gambling-addicted father, how would Lena have ended up disabled, stuck in a wheelchair for life!"

They said fake dating never ends with real feelings. They were wrong.

For three years, I loved my childhood best friend in silence.

Brooks Hunters was my safe place, my first love... and the one person who never saw me as anything more than the girl always waiting for him. The night I finally gathered the courage to confess, he introduced me to his fiancée instead.

Heartbroken, I swore I'd move on.

Then his infuriating half-brother—the arrogant captain of the university hockey team—offered me an impossible deal.

I'll tutor him to save his hockey career.

He'll pretend to be my boyfriend for six months.

One fake relationship. One simple rule: No falling in love.

Rule #1 for a disgraced witch: Never mix potions you don't know.

 Rule #2: NEVER accidentally trigger a honeymoon spell with a dragon prince.

Lola thought failing her witch academy exams was the ultimate disgrace. But when she accidentally teleports Prince Rahl onto a secluded yacht and binds them in a fake marriage spell, she realizes things can always get worse.

To break the curse, they have to kiss. To survive his dangerous family, they have to work together. And to win the dragon throne, Rahl needs her magic more than he admits.

He’s fighting for a kingdom. She’s fighting for her freedom. Together, they're about to rewrite every rule in the realm.

Alexander Gray never suspects his investment consultant Vera is the hidden trillion-dollar heiress of Sterling Holdings. Fed up with restrictive elite life, she hides her identity to work an ordinary job. A sudden encounter with her boss sparks a thrilling secret romance—professional by day, irresistibly intimate by night.
When Alexander’s mother offers $50 million to drive her away, Vera shuts down her arrogance with a $100 million counteroffer. Her extraordinary talents soon surface, bringing huge profits and stunning the entire board. Once her true identity is revealed, the cold-hearted CEO falls madly in love, cherishing her genuine self over her wealth. A sizzling billionaire romance packed with shocking reversals and sweet true love!

He made me wait ten minutes. My mother died in those ten minutes.
For eight years, I gave Damien Cross everything. My career. My paycheck. Every deal I ever closed, signed in his favor. I chased him through college and followed him to Chicago. In thirty days, I was supposed to become Mrs. Cross.
That same day, he left me waiting at my desk to drive his best friend’s little sister to the doctor. All for a cough. He thought I’d still walk down the aisle. He’d always thought I’d show up, no matter what.
So the day before our wedding, I boarded a plane. And I left him a gift—one he would open in front of four hundred guests.
Two years later, his empire is on the auction block. And the woman sent to buy it is me. Now he’s on his knees, begging for a second chance. Too bad I’m already wearing someone else’s ring.