10000 Book(s) Related to my daughter is the final boss ch 1

In my previous life, the apocalypse struck. I entrusted my last hope of survival to my best friend of twenty years, but the moment the zombies swarmed, he unhesitatingly pushed me into the horde to be his shield. My girlfriend of three years, standing high above, watched coldly, her face filled with relief at shedding a burden.

In the excruciating pain of being bitten to death, I was reborn 72 hours before the apocalypse.

Looking at the messages from that despicable couple on my phone, I calmly blocked and deleted them, then cashed out all my assets, hoarding three million US dollars worth of top-tier weaponry and massive amounts of supplies. The apocalypse

arrived as expected. When my scheming girlfriend and betrayed brother were chased like dogs by zombies, kneeling before my fortress, frantically begging for mercy,

I sat atop a mountain of supplies, holding an infinitely replicating spatial ring, a gun pressed against his kneecap, and sneered: "Want to live? Never in this lifetime."

In this life, I will not be a saint; I will be the sole king of this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

My mom tricked me into a blind date on my thirtieth birthday.

I got stuck in traffic and showed up thirty minutes late, fully expecting a lecture about manners.

Instead, I heard a man's voice through the door.

"So she's thirty. And?"

"You say she's too picky. Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"You don't like how much she works. Are you signing her paychecks?"

I pushed the door open.

He was in a black shirt, glass of water in hand, perfectly calm. My aunt's face had gone purple.

He saw me and stood up.

"Hi. I'm your blind date."

"I've already been through your relatives once."

"Anything you'd like to add?"

My husband and parents wanted me dead. All because my sister was "dying."

They shoved a divorce agreement and an experimental surgery consent form at me.

I was supposed to be her donor.

But they didn't know I was the one actually dying.

Three days ago, they told me I had terminal bone cancer.

One month to live.

So when they threatened me into some back-alley surgery, I smiled.

I was already dying anyway.

Just before Easter, my husband, Ethan Cole, surprised me by arranging a weeklong trip to Switzerland.
In ten years of marriage, it was the first time he had ever planned a vacation for me.
I thought he had finally remembered that I was human, too, and needed a break.
Then, one day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and our daughter, Ella.
"Daddy, if you and Sophia have a wedding, what will happen to Mommy?"
Ethan chuckled softly.
"It's just a ceremony. Nothing about our lives will change. Ella, keep this a secret for Daddy, and when I get back, I'll buy you that Barbie Dreamhouse you've always wanted."
I stood outside the door, feeling as though every drop of blood in my body had turned to ice.
So that was what this trip was really about.
It wasn't his way of making up for neglecting me. He was simply clearing his schedule so he could marry another woman.

My boyfriend was a mafia heir. One word from him could open those gates.
But I stood outside in the rain while he celebrated another woman's birthday. My calls went unanswered. Inside, four plates circled the cake. None was mine.
Upstairs, she'd taken my room too.
“You don't mind helping her out,” he told me.
He hadn't asked.
That night, I reopened the job offer I'd turned down to stay with him. This time, I hit Reply.

"Arthur, please! Send someone to Black Forest—Noah's been taken by rogue shifters! They'll kill him!" I hit the marble floor hard, blood trickling from my forehead.

My mate, the most feared enforcer in this territory, couldn't be bothered. He was too busy looking for his lover's precious pet.

"Eve, you're sick—lying about our kid to get attention?" He gestured dismissively. "Throw her in the cells until she stops this bullshit."

He locked me up all night.

Next morning, he let me out, figuring I'd gotten the message.

He didn't know that thirty minutes ago, the gate guards brought a blood-soaked box.

Our son's head was inside.

On the live gala broadcast, everyone called Vanessa Hart “Mrs. Caldwell.” And the real Mrs. Caldwell — me — sat at home, watching him let it all happen.
I have loved Ethan for more than a decade, only to get a marriage built on a deal. He married me to save my family. He kept me around because I was still useful. What he never realized was that I had a heart, and it could break beyond repair.
When I finally turned and walked away, he discovered the woman who had always waited for him was gone.
Now he drowns in regret. But will I ever go back to him?

The day my sister and I came back to life, we made one call: swap fiancés.

Last time, Dad burned every favor he had to lock down two marriage deals for the family. One with a mafia family that runs the West Coast. The other with a corporate CEO.

My sister married the mafia leader. She was too gentle, too kind for a world that ran on blood and backstabbing. The man had a childhood friend who played soft and helpless but was vicious as hell underneath. That woman tormented my sister for decades before finally arranging an "accident" that killed her.

And me? I got the polished CEO.

Sounds good, right? Except we tortured each other from day one. He was all rules and manners, always talking like he was giving a speech. Me? I blow up fast and if I can throw a punch, I will. Every day was the same standoff. He'd pull back, I'd push forward, and nobody gave an inch.

We spent our whole lives being polite and miserable.

Then one day, my sister and I woke up on the afternoon they announced the engagements.

When my year-end bonus came in, I bought a pair of engraved matching bracelets for the man I'd been with for eight years and had them shipped to his office.
The tracking said delivered. He waited a full day before sending me a voice message, asking if I'd bought him a gift.
I said no, and asked if someone had sent him something. He brushed it off. Said he'd ask around.
When I pushed, he said it was a pair of running shoes from a coworker, and he'd already sent them back.
That night he kept his phone on him. He even took it to bed.
Once he was asleep, I unlocked it with his finger.
His old Messenger chats had all been cleared. I searched one word: gift.
The messages came right up. The other person was Mia Novak. He called her "baby."
I tapped her profile picture. It was a wedding photo.
The groom was Nathan Boyd, the man I'd been with for eight years.

At the school's field day, my six-year-old son pointed straight at me and shouted for everyone to hear, "I'd rather be alone than with her! She's the worst mom in the world!"
He hated that I couldn't afford expensive toys, hated that we lived in a tiny apartment, hated that I was just a useless woman.
Then he turned and ran straight into the arms of the woman who destroyed my family, calling her name in the sweetest voice, just because she handed him an ice cream.
My ex-husband leaned against his luxury car, sneering, "Nora, if you admit you were wrong, I'll let you come back. We can get married again."
Looking at their smug faces, I finally let go of the hands I'd been gripping tightly for four years.
"All right," I said, smiling as I signed away custody, "Since you two love each other so much, I hope you and your perfect little family enjoy every minute together."
They thought I was playing hard to get, but they had no idea—this time, I really meant it.

My boyfriend bet his best friend a Porsche that I'd never cheat.

For months, his best friend did everything he could to get me into bed, and my boyfriend sat back and kept score.

He won the car. I found out by accident, one day too early.

So I stopped being the girl they were so sure of.

Let's see how he likes it when I finally say yes.

In front of all his friends. In front of him.

In my past life, simply to buy a smile from his mistress, Lilianna, Valerius insisted on shutting down the territory's ultraviolet defense grid on the night of a meteor shower.

 

I fought him tooth and nail. In return, he shattered my legs and threw me into the dark like a bag of trash.

 

The horde swarmed in. It took three agonizing hours of being eaten alive by a dozen ghouls before I finally bled out.

 

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of the control room's master lever.

 

If fate brought me back, it wasn't to play the pathetic saint again. This time, I'm going to step aside and quietly admire the symphony of death they compose for themselves.

I awaited my seven-year-old son's birthday, yearning for my husband’s return, only to stumble upon him celebrating at a bar, tenderly kissing his childhood sweetheart.
I initially believed this to be yet another instance of his favoritism, until I overheard a devastating conversation and realized the truth: the precious son I had nurtured for seven years was not mine, but a product of his union with his childhood friend.
The marriage I had fought so hard to preserve was, from the very beginning, a deceitful scheme orchestrated against me.

My birthday was never truly mine.

Everyone was busy making sure she was comfortable, happy, and protected.
When she deliberately handed me chamomile tea—knowing I was allergic—they told me not to hurt my sister’s good intentions and forced me to drink it.

My brother accused me of being jealous and locked me in the basement.

They all forgot about me to celebrate her birthday, even my fiancé.

Lying there, I realized something worse than pain—I was replaceable.

That was the day I understood the truth about my family.
I was dying on “my” birthday, and no one chose me.

Someone posted a positive pregnancy stick next to my student ID on the school's anonymous forum.
By first period, eight hundred people thought I was the campus slut. By lunch, the lacrosse captain stood up in the cafeteria and told everyone he was the father. By Friday, my full-ride scholarship was frozen and the dean told me to "keep a low profile."
I've never even kissed anyone.
Margaux Aldridge — Ashford Academy's golden girl, my so-called friend — showed up with tissues and a shoulder to cry on. She even talked to her daddy on the board about getting me a "quiet transfer" so I wouldn't have to suffer a public hearing.
So generous. So kind.
She even handed me a withdrawal form. My name already filled in. Just needed a signature.
She really thought I'd sign it.

The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.

For three years, I smelled like nothing for my Alpha.
Scent blocker on my wrists and throat, every time another Alpha walked into the room. "Until it's official," Knox said. Until he marked me.
When the war's over. He promised me eighteen times.
I drank wolfsbane in his place at every feast. I drew the maps that won his war, then watched him stand up and take the thanks.
The morning after the war ended, he walked through our door wearing another she-wolf's scent like a second skin.
So I didn't fight. I renounced his pack and took a one-way flight to the only territory he'd sworn never to set foot in.
He crossed the line anyway.
Now he's on my porch in the rain, his wolf clawing under his skin, begging to mark me tonight.

My cousin stole thirty thousand dollars from our dying grandmother.
Not for an emergency. Not for bills.
For liposuction.
Then she told everyone I did it. Said I was jealous of her figure — that I'd drained Grandma's cardiac surgery fund because I wanted to look different. And the terrible part is, everyone believed her. My boyfriend. My uncle and aunt. Every single person who'd watched me grow up in that house — eating their leftovers standing at the kitchen counter, wearing my aunt's old coat with the broken zipper through every winter — turned around and decided I was the thief.
I couldn't prove otherwise. I couldn't get anyone to listen.
Last time this happened, I didn't survive it.
Then I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital corridor. My aunt's hand raised, ready to swing.

In my previous life, I chose the werewolf and gave birth to the Arbiter, only to be burned alive by the younger sister I loved most.
When I was reborn, I knelt before the Oath Stone, handed my marriage pact to her, and watched her gloat in triumph before choosing Sylas, the elf everyone else avoided.
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself—until the day of the wedding, when he came carrying a gown blessed by the Sacred Tree, lowered his eyes to me, and said, "In this life, I will never fail you."

I am the wife of Don Nikolai. For years, I endured his violence and the constant humiliation from his mistress, Sofia.
On a stormy night, I saved a boy named Silvio — the sole survivor of a massacre ordered by Nikolai — and raised him as my adopted son. I never imagined he would become my shield. When Nikolai struck me, Silvio stepped forward and shouted, “You will not hit her!” When Sofia provoked me, he stood up for me every time.
While risking his life to hone his skills, Silvio secretly gathered evidence of Nikolai’s crimes. When the Don sensed betrayal, he sent Silvio on a mission meant to kill him — then turned his brutality on me.
As I lay dying, Silvio returned, bloodied and broken, and threw a punch at Nikolai.
“I came back,” he roared, “to kill you!”
After coming of age, he confessed:
“I was never truly your son. I want to marry you.”

She has lived hundreds of lives and each one ended horribly.
He, once her companion, cannot forget her beyond time.
She, kidnapped into a world unknown to her, tries everything to get back home. But what are these dreams?

[…] Stones are thrown at dirty mutts… Rats are burned… […]

Immerse yourself in the world of Athaerion.

It's about Avery Williams, who is special as she is not just a wolf/witch, but she got two sides: her wolf- Angelstar, and her Veela-Anglica.
She is a nerd, loser, and whom everyone made fun of, even her friends called her Wallflower.

Usually, when the Moon Goddess finds you your other half, one or two mates the most there will be for you. But Avery is a different werewolf, she does not have one or two mates but four mates.
She fated to the four most dangerous, most popular, and most arrogant boys in school, the four horsemen Alphas: Elijah Woods, Jake Stone, Andrew Bradford, and Matthew Steele.

The four bad boys knew the whole time that she is their mate but doesn't want anyone to know, instead they hide their feelings about Avery. Avery finally finds out her mates are her bullies and torturer, but when she turns 19 on her birthday, that is when it all changes. That is when she finds out she is a Veela.

Will Avery forgive them about they make a bet to see how to get her to fall in love with them? What if someone in her family's past wants her too and they kidnap her right at the dance.? What if the guys find her in time but she is married off the Vampire Prince: The Duke Conway...?

Will the Quads break everything in their path to get to Avery including the walls she has built around her heart? It all remains to be seen in The Wallflower & The Alphas

It's about Avery Williams, who is special as she is not just a wolf/witch, but she got two sides: her wolf- Angelstar, and her Veela-Anglica.
She is a nerd, loser, and whom everyone made fun of, even her friends called her Wallflower.

Usually, when the Moon Goddess finds you your other half, one or two mates the most there will be for you. But Avery is a different werewolf, she does not have one or two mates but four mates.

She fated to the four most dangerous, most popular, and most arrogant boys in school, the four horsemen Alphas: Elijah Woods, Jake Stone, Andrew Bradford, and Matthew Steele.

The four bad boys knew the whole time that she is their mate but doesn't want anyone to know, instead they hide their feelings about Avery. Avery finally finds out her mates are her bullies and torturer, but when she turns 19 on her birthday, that is when it all changes. That is when she finds out she is a Veela.

Will Avery forgive them about they make a bet to see how to get her to fall in love with them? What if someone in her family's past wants her too and they kidnap her right at the dance.?

What if the guys find her in time but she is married off the Vampire Prince: The Duke Conway...? Will the Quads break everything in their path to get to Avery including the walls she has built around her heart? It all remains to be seen in The Wallflower And The Alphas.

It's about Avery Williams, who is special as she is not just a wolf/witch, but she got two sides: her wolf- Angelstar, and her Veela-Anglica.
She is a nerd, loser, and whom everyone made fun of, even her friends called her Wallflower.
Usually, when the Moon Goddess finds you your other half, one or two mates the most there will be for you. But Avery is a different werewolf, she does not have one or two mates but four mates.
She fated to the four most dangerous, most popular, and most arrogant boys in school, the four horsemen Alphas: Elijah Woods, Jake Stone, Andrew Bradford, and Matthew Steele.
The four bad boys knew the whole time that she is their mate but doesn't want anyone to know, instead they hide their feelings about Avery. Avery finally finds out her mates are her bullies and torturer, but when she turns 19 on her birthday, that is when it all changes. That is when she finds out she is a Veela.
Will Avery forgive them about they make a bet to see how to get her to fall in love with them? What if someone in her family's past wants her too and they kidnap her right at the dance.?What if the guys find her in time but she is married off the Vampire Prince: The Duke Conway...? Will the Quads break everything in their path to get to Avery including the walls she has built around her heart? It all remains to be seen in The Wallflower And The Alphas.

Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger.
Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears.
Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened.
This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay!
She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!

Warning ###This story contains explicit sexual content, coarse language, and potentially provocative scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.###
Benjamin is an elite assassin, undertaking a top-secret mission amidst the turmoil of war, a mission that symbolizes the highest honor for any assassin. However, during a critical moment of his assignment, Benjamin receives a call from home—his father has died under mysterious circumstances, shrouded in a colossal secret. Hastily returning to investigate his father's death, he is astonished to find his first obstacle is an alluring woman he must now call 'stepmother.' Could this beautiful, sensuous, and youthful stepmother be connected to his father's untimely demise? Confronted with her misunderstandings, which path should Benjamin choose? This dilemma demands profound contemplation from him.

Judy’s fated mate rejected her to marry the Lycan Chairman - Gavin’s daughter. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he ruined her family and tried to make her his secret mistress!
Judy’s response? “I’d rather sleep with your father-in-law than ever be with you!”
Gavin is known for his power, wealth, and being the ultimate playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice.
But Judy’s about to break all his rules… again and again.

Fay is a psychologist and her patient is the most ruthless mafia king. He's in jail.
And he's the father of Fay's ex ?!
One day, he caged Fay against bars and unbuttoned her shirt
Fay tried to push him away but she was wet.
Him："You know, doc. I wanted to do this the first day we met."

On New Year's Eve, I lost both my first love and my virginity.
I never thought that the courage I mustered to put on that sexy lingerie... would eventually be undone by my professor.

When Audrey's bf cheated at the biggest college party,
He called her a boring nerd in front of everyone.
She’s heartbroken and wasted. Then she had a one-night stand with a hot stranger.
The next morning, she shocked to find out that the new professor was the man from last night.
She lowered her head and tried to escape the earth.
Him: “No need to hide, Audrey. I believe we met last night.”

When Chase Tanning’s mother remarries a decade after his father’s death, he is happy to see his mother happy once again. But when he moves in to his new house with his new step-father and step-brother, he’s convinced that they have made a grave mistake. Not only is the house centuries old and gives off a creepy vibe, but his new step-family is even more mysterious and cold towards him than he anticipated.
However, moving to a new school in his sophomore year is even more challenging than he anticipated, and as the bullies have a field day with him while his step-brother, Alexander Marshall, all but avoids his very existence. That is until…he is pushed down the stairs and ends up hitting his head hard enough to heal. In an instant, his life changes forever as he is surrounded by people with fangs and claws, with no hope of escape.
But right then, a shadowy figure steps in front of him, and drives the hissing creatures away.
“Welcome to hell, little brother,” says his savior. “From now on, you are mine to claim, mine to do as I please.”

"What's wrong, kitten? Am I getting you riled up?" he asks teasingly. I turn away from him, hoping he won't see how much he's pissing me off. 
He knows I hate that fucking nickname, but he hasn't stopped calling me that since we were little.
"I told you to stop calling me that," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady.
"And I told you that I would never stop calling you that."
I grind my molars, feeling my frustration rise. "You're such a dick. Why is that my nickname anyway?"
"Because you always have your claws out, but when it's time to scratch and bite, you're practically harmless."
A bitter laugh bubbles out of me as I turn back to him. "Fuck you. I could claw your damn eyes if I wanted to."
"Sure, you can, Kitten," he says again, grinning just to piss me off more. "But just in case those claws don't sink deep enough, keep in mind that you can always call on me, Niko, and Mace if you're in trouble."
Why does he keep saying that? I don't need them, I never have. Not even when my dad was murdered. I never let anyone see me cry and wiped my own tears in private.
Just like Daddy would have wanted from his tough girl. 
"He's right, sweet girl. You can call us if you ever need us," Nikolai adds, emerging from the house and joining us. Mace appears right behind him. 
Oh, great. Here are all three dumbasses. 


TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK. THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex
At twenty-three, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

After the world ended, Aria woke a hundred years too late in a wasteland full of monsters, power, and men who should have stayed out of her path. Marked as the last Moonbinder, she can bind powerful shifters to her through irresistible soul bonds, drawing out their strength while awakening a hunger of her own.
Kael is a fierce white lion commander with a body built for war and a possessive streak that makes him impossible to ignore. Rowan is a seductive black falcon with a wicked tongue, easy smiles, and hands that know exactly how to tempt. Lucien is a cold, devastatingly beautiful medic who swore he would never belong to anyone, until Aria makes him want to break every rule.
In a world where survival is brutal and desire is even more dangerous, Aria must face scorching nights, jealous rivals, and the three men who want to claim her in very different ways. One woman. Three shifters. Endless tension. And a bond that could save them all, or ruin them first.

Victoria devoted five faithful years to Ethan, her mate-to-be—or so she thought. But on the night she planned to reveal her deepest secret, she overhears Ethan and her best friend in bed, laughing about her "omega innocence." Betrayed, heartbroken, and burning with fury, Victoria turns away from the man who used her... straight into the arms of his enigmatic half-brother, the dangerous and magnetic Damian Sterling.
"Why him?" Damian asks, his voice dark.
"Because I want to forget your brother," she dares.
Just one night. No feelings. No regrets. But neither of them expects the raging call of fate, or the secrets about to explode.
She was never an omega.
He was never meant to touch her.
But destiny has its own rules—and it starts with one unforgettable night.
Will revenge turn into something deeper—or destroy them both?

TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK
THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex
At 22 years old, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

When you're a pregnant cheerleader, your bf ghosted you immediately after you told him the news.
Your brother's best friend, the hockey captain, threw a party and invited all of your bf's flings, and they unite to dump him in public.
You: thanks for always being a big brother to me
He raised his eyebrow and asked,
"Brother? How about your baby’s dad?"

When you're homeless after catching your BF and BFF together,
the next time you see them, they're screaming in public,
your hot billionaire fiancé casually wraps an arm around you and says to your BFF:
"Jenny, watch your mouth in front of your new mom... and your future little brothers."
Jenny: 😱Dad!?
Ex-BF: 🤡

He was the heir of top rich family, but he was deaf, blind and lame.
I, an orphan, decided to marry him for his money.
Everyone laughed at us, but I struggled alone to support the whole family.
But one day, I was so shocked when I discovered his secret!

Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother.

"What is wrong with me?

Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?

It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.

He’s my boyfirend’s brother.

This is Tyler’s family.

I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.

**

As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.

Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.

When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.

I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.

**

I hate girls like her.

Entitled.

Delicate.

And still—

Still.

The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.

Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.

I shouldn’t care.

I don’t care.

It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.

It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.

I’m not here to rescue anyone.

Especially not her.

Especially not someone like her.

She’s not my problem.

And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.

But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.

I escaped my abusive Alpha husband by striking him down, only to run straight into the predatory, obsessive embrace of his triplet brothers.
My husband hates my body. But his brothers worships it. Debbie, married to Alpha Black, the powerful Alpha heir of the Dark-hearts Pack. But life with him isn’t what anyone expects.
She is bullied, body-shamed, and abused — forced to run into the arms of her brothers-in-law. The triplets: Rain, wild and passionate. River, calm yet dangerous. Rex, quiet and magnetic.
They didn’t just come to rescue her… they came to claim her. The same body her husband despises, they worship. They are obsessed with it. One woman. Three men. And a forbidden passion that refuses to be tamed.
Warning: This book contains smut, BDSM, and more smut.

On the night of my rebirth, fueled by alcohol and rage, I stumbled into the room of my fiancé’s sworn enemy—and kissed him.

Everyone thinks Atlas is a heartless playboy who toys with women.

Only I know how submissive he can be, and the filthy, dirty things he whispers when he calls me "Baby."

Outside the door, my scumbag ex-fiancé, Knox, was screaming, begging for a second chance.

Inside the door, Atlas’s wandering hands were exploring every inch of my body.

"Be a good girl," he rasped against my ear. "Moan loud enough for him to hear."

The next day, Knox pinned me against the wall, his eyes red with jealousy. "I can do better than him. Choose me, okay?"

I shoved him away coldly. "Too late."

From the moment I was reborn, my goal was to make Knox pay. Why simp for a cheater when I can make him lose his fortune, his reputation, and force him to kneel at my feet?

Atlas smirked, pulling me into his arms. "Choose me. I'll help you destroy him."

I died on the stairs of my husband's office, pregnant and betrayed—then woke up six weeks before my wedding, with one purpose: to let him build his empire on my money, then watch him lose everything. But this time, I quietly reclaim my stolen legacy, expose the truth before Providence's elite, and dismantle his empire piece by piece. As my enemies turn on each other, I find not revenge alone, but the freedom to choose my own future.

When nineteen-year-old Seraphina Winters returns home after her mother’s sudden marriage, she expects distance and discomfort not the magnetic pull of her new stepfather. Damon Blackwood is powerful, guarded, and dangerously attentive, and living under the same roof makes every glance feel like a test of control.

As secrets rise and boundaries blur, Seraphina is forced to confront feelings she never invited, while Damon struggles between duty, guilt, and a desire he refuses to name. In a house built on wealth and silence, one wrong step could destroy them both.

Some love stories aren’t meant to begin but once they do, they refuse to end quietly.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt.
"What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out.
"Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée."
"Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled.
"You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness."
I moaned, feeling his hand trailing close to my anticipating cunt, "No talking of another man now," his finger brushed my clit, "You are mine now!" He growled and dove a finger in me.


After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger.
To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely.
By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle.
And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back.
How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?

“Did you ever love me?” Summer Hayes asked her husband once.

Kieran Cross never answered.

For two years, Summer believed their marriage was revenge—cold touches, ruthless control, and silence sharp enough to wound. The billionaire boy she ignored in high school had finally made her pay for it.

Until the night he died saving her.

As their yacht sank beneath freezing waves, Kieran shoved her onto the rescue boat, blood on his lips, and mouthed the words he’d never said before:

“I love you.”

By the time Summer understood the truth, he was gone.

Three years later, destroyed by grief and PTSD, she crashes her car—and wakes up at sixteen.

This time, her mother is alive.
And Kieran is not the untouchable billionaire she remembers, but a poor scholarship student everyone overlooks.

Quiet. Exhausted. Starving himself to support his deaf little sister.

When no one offers him a seat, Summer does.

Because this lifetime, she’ll save the boy who died for her.

But falling for Kieran again may uncover the devastating truth behind the man he became—and why loving her always seems to end in tragedy.

“Please Erica, give me the chance to prove that I love you.” Dante begged.

A mate was the best thing all Lycan’s got from the moon Goddess but it wasn't the same for Erica.
Erica had been married to Dante for four years and in these four years she had endured all the pain of her childless and pain-filled marriage to her mate.

Erica wasn’t a high ranked werewolf like Dante had always wanted but she loved him and wished she’d be happy with him but Erica’s wish seems to never come true as she’s divorced, rejected and thrown away from his pack.
Being divorced was one thing but being divorced with his child was another.

Six years later, Erica Returns with her 5 years old triplets.
Will Erica fight the mate bond which seems to grow stronger with her possessive ex mate, or will she choose to love the man who is ready to set the world ablaze for her?

"She's mine, she's my duty."


Alice POV

I don’t know how it could be her time. My mother, a kind woman, is lying in a decorated cedar box.

My stepfather, clutches at his chest, in pain I know he does not feel. Just the day before she died, he slapped my mother across the face and called her a “worthless bitch.”

He only wanted her money.


When I was in the car. I turn my eyes toward the window and watch the cemetery as it fades from view.

That’s when I see him.

A man, tall, dressed in black. He’s pale, almost luminescent. His dark hair is slicked back. He lifts his head and looks right at me.

I feel like he’s staring right into my soul.


Rhys POV

I should’ve never taken the girl.

That bastard stepfather is a fucking nightmare, a gambler, and he deserves to die.

The bastard said, "Please, Mr. Severin. At least see her. I was certain to teach her skills, she's like her mother, well, there’s always the bedroom.”

"Shut up!!" I can't stand his disgusting voice.

"Sir, she's not worth two million dollars." My man advises.

The truth is, I have felt some sort of pull toward the young lady since I first laid eyes on her at her mother’s funeral. The forlorn look in her eyes would be enough to break a person’s heart.

I couldn’t leave her, after all. Not with that bastard.

"She's my duty, I can't resist."

We hid in this world for so long.

Having complete control over myself has always been a characteristic I am proud of, but even I found myself salivating when the scent of her sweet blood filled my lungs.


Alice
After my mother’s death, my world shattered. My stepfather didn’t just steal my inheritance—he sold me to the man he owed a debt to. Now I live in a mansion perched on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by strangers who speak in riddles and disappear in the night. My new guardian, Rhys Severin, is cold, impossibly handsome, and completely unreadable. But as strange things begin happening in Duskmoore House, I can’t shake the feeling that something dark is watching me… and that Rhys may be hiding more than secrets behind those silver eyes.

Rhys
Taking in Alice Heathe was supposed to be business. A debt repaid. But from the moment she stepped into my home, she stirred something long dead in me. Something dangerous. I’ve kept my nature hidden for centuries, but the longer Alice is under my roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the craving—for her blood, and her body. She doesn’t belong in my world of shadows and secrets… but fate may not care what either of us wants.

Please!! Emily choked out, trying to pry the hands strangling her neck.

How could you do this to me? Stefan roared, his hands tightening on her neck. It took the three of the pack warriors to pry his hands away from her neck.

Please!!! Stefan, I can explain, it’s not what it looks like.

Instead his cold gaze freezes her from uttering another word. Shame shrouding her, as Emily clung the blanket covering her naked body.

My name is Stefan Regan, and I reject you Emily Snow, as my mate and Luna of the Silver crescent pack.

You and the man you have chosen to cheat with her to be banished immediately.

No!!!!!!!!!! Emily screamed, clutching her chest, as pain hot as lava runs through her body. Please Stefan this is all a misunderstanding, please!!!

Instead she is dragged out by the guards that were once her friends, banishing her out of the park she had known all her life. leaving her mateless, heartbroken and pregnant.

Find out what the story of Emily in this thrilling novel, filled with unexpected twists, that would keep you on edge.

My head throbbed painfully, and every inch of my body felt as if it was being torn apart. The man I spent the night with was a force of nature, an absolute beast in bed. Glancing at the scattered condoms around, I estimated we’d gone at it five or six times last night. I sighed, convincing myself it was just a one-time fling, a steamy memory I’d cherish. After all, I didn’t even know his name, and I was sure we’d never cross paths again.​

But fate had a twisted sense of humor. The moment I stepped into Silver Moon Pack as a newly - signed actress, I froze. There he was—the Alpha whose eyes held me captive, the same man I’d shared that wild night with. I’d dreamed of this moment, thinking it was my ticket to stardom. Little did I know, this Alpha was infamous as the “Demon Alpha.” Now, I couldn’t help but wonder: Would I survive his clutches?

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Founding out her boyfriend got her sister Pregnant, Zoe Gil flirted with an unknown stranger and ended up marrying him in a flash.

But why did the stranger turned out to be the most richest and powerful man in the city?